#basically a hobbit

[the-angry-llama]

smiling because it's almost time for second breakfast..

[coveredinsun]

i’ve seen gimleaf fics where they each try to find out how to court by the other’s traditions. and i love those, so i think they ought to be taken a step further. and i think the way to do that would be, naturally, to make bagginshield real. allow me to explain why. ahem. after the ring is destroyed, girlfailure legolas spends two weeks poring over The Ancient Texts and stressing because his one (1) friend who WOULD help him (that’s aragorn) knows jack shit about dwarves beyond the surface (no pun intended) (well gandalf knows things but gandalf is a bitch) (he would just smile at legolas knowingly and wish him good luck instead of giving him answers).

so alas, girlfailure “shit tier ass elf” legolas is left to like, idk, sulk or something in the garden he starts at the Bestie Residence in minas tirith. and after like 2 days sam’s had enough he’s like “dude your vibes are upsetting the plants.” and legolas is like “my bad bro. it just seems i know nothing about dwarves which i probably should’ve thought about before, by elf standards, getting hitched in vegas.” and sam is like “oh dwarves? just ask mister frodo ^_^ he knows tons about dwarves!” and legolas is like “what the shit? him in particular? why does he anything about dwarves?” and sam leans in reaaaalllllll close and whispers behind his hand, “well you see mister elf, mister legolas, sir, there’s always been a very healthy amount of rumors that go around in the shire about mister frodo’s uncle, mister bilbo, and the letters he used to exchange with a certain king under the mountain.” and legolas, who was THERE, is like

[turnipoddity]

something something green day as hobbits something something

[heart-select]

The Company but they're dressed up for Halloween

Pt 1 / Pt 2

[draminvencido]

haven't seen a version of this meme with them here it is

[tehcherrya]

Do you know what I think about a lot?

Merry and Pippin's parents. And their uncertainty.

It's well implied that Gandalf informed Sam's father of his whereabouts, and obviously Frodo was living well on his own by the time of his journey. But neither Merry nor Pippin were ever supposed to go with Frodo. And probably never told anyone they were leaving either. Not expecting to be gone so long...

How long did it take their mothers and fathers to realize that their boys had gone missing? What did they feel when they realized they didn't know where they had gone? Fear? Worry? Anger? Regret? ... Grief? As more time passed who thought the worst, and who still kept up hope that one day their sons might come home?

Paladin and Eglantine's only son. What was it like, for Pippin's sisters, to lose their brother they had known since a baby? Pippin was so young. Just a curious boy. What trouble did he get himself into?

Saradoc and Esmeralda's only child. What was it like for Merry's parents, having a suddenly empty nest where their child once was? Merry was so independent. A courageous young man. Had danger finally got the better of him?

Even during the Scouring of the Shire, did they think of their Merry and Pippin, lost somewhere unknown, hoping wherever they were, they were safe? Because perhaps there was fear soon there might not be a Shire for them to return to.

What was it they saw the day they returned? A ghost? A miracle? A glimmer of hope? A miscreant who never bothered to tell their parents where they went? A knight, so unlike the boy they knew? Or simply their son. Changed, but home at last.

[kayoftheshire]

Ya’ll know that one trend where people name things that would kill a Victorian child? What about things that would kill a person from middle earth?

[vargdottern]

it was supposed to be casual why the fuck did it take over my life

[iammadeofratsratsratsrats]

It will never stop being funny to me that the reason we have a giant spider trope in modern fantasy is because JRR Tolkien wrote hate fiction about his arachnophobia that he absolutely totally 100% did not have.

[ox24g]

Slightly OOC excuse for me to draw Elrond having a crisis ("Why are so many people I love mortal?")

Also experimentally digitally colouring a physical drawing... I may stick to my colour pencils 😂

[balrogballs]

I love method acting 😌🙏🏽

the funniest thing about hugo weaving being the biggest elrond anti to walk the earth is that elrond is also the biggest elrond anti to walk this earth

[realpossumpirate]

The Hobbit AU that Bilbo has a young kid prior to the dwarves invading his house and essentially making it seem like they stole Bilbo the morning he left (to a young child coming home not knowing where the hell their dad went for a YEAR)

So when Bilbo comes back with a husband a year later, thinking their dad is dead, Bilbo's kid just HATTEESS Thorin bc in their mind thats the ugly mf that stole their dad away from them

So for at least a year or so that kid tries everything in their power to show they do NOT like Thorin or his Company, while Thorin, being the way he is, tries hard to get his husband's kid to like him. Being the oblivious mf he is he doesn't see why this tiny hobbit, who's less than half his size, hates him so much

[l3irdl3rain]

I’m legally not allowed to talk about the number of cats in my house rn

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Hello! I was wondering if you were able to write more about racoon hybrid! Reader. I have an obsession with racoons as you can tell from the profile pic lol and I am already obsessed with their relationship I thought it was wonderful ❤️❤️

I’ve been hiding from this ask because I didn’t have quite the right thing to say to it but I need you know I’m obsessed with raccoons too. They’re the cutest little chaotic neutral thing nature gave us and I wish they were like cats and would enjoy living with humans.

As far as writing, all I really have is this little snippet- my brain’s far too strung out to piece anything more than a few paragraphs together, but I’m still gonna share them, naturally.

It’s a lot of adjustment for John- having you around, that is.

After misinterpreting your courting gifts as junk and part of a prank (then calling them as much to your face) he couldn’t just… tell you no.

Seeing how your eyes filled with hurt after he referred to the item’s you’d brought him as “crap” had pained him deeply. He couldn’t bring himself to crush your hopes just like that.

When he’d ushered you into his den that night, he’d had genuine intentions of turning you down. He’d planned on inviting you in, getting you out of the cold and all warmed up, and letting you down gently.

And he had tried that, to his credit, but you were a persistent little bugger- just wouldn’t let it go.

John had told you that night that while he was flattered, he couldn’t in good conscience accept your advances. He’d tried to explain that he just wasn’t right for you, that someone as young and full of life as you deserved a mate who could match that- not some grumpy old bear you found in the middle of the woods.

But then he saw the tears in your eyes and oh god- he couldn’t take it if you cried. Everything inside him was already screaming at him for turning you down, and he felt a pit form in his stomach at the thought of being the cause of your tears.

Why are you letting them cry!? Why are you hurting them!? Look at them! They’d be such a perfect mate! They’d been courting you so well, proving they could hunt, proving they could scavenge - why on earth would you turn them down!? That’s our mate!!

John took a deep breath, his hands gripping his knees. It wouldn’t be so bad to just let them stay the night, would it? He thought to himself, looking down at your disappointed face and struggling to keep his instincts from affecting his decision making, yet also knowing they very much so already had.

So John had you stay the night, citing the weather and concerns for your safety as reason enough and feeling immensely relieved when you agreed. He’d slept on the couch and given you his bed, assuring himself that you’d be on your way out first thing in the morning.

Then that one night turned into two when, the very next day, he’d caught found you leaving another one of your gifts in front of his den. This time, it was an assortment of nuts, washers, and bolts strung together to make a preciously clunky wind chime.

But rather than leaving it on his doorstep and sneaking off, you’d knocked on his door and boldly presented your gift to him with the biggest grin…. And how could he say no to that when you looked so proud.

So he took your little wind chime and hung it delicately in his kitchen window, knowing that by accepting your gift and putting it in his den he was essentially accepting your offer of courtship, but unable to bring himself to do anything but exactly that.

Though John continued to make a token effort at resistance, he knew that after that, you would be staying. He couldn’t bring himself to make you leave again, and he knew that even if he did, you’d just be back the very next day.

But having you around was a big adjustment. The last time he’d had someone else in his den must’ve been years ago, and it was always casual, rarely lasting more than a night and more often than not being a hook up. But now, with you spending practically every night with him, your presence is increasing becoming a constant in his life.

Your routines integrate and become fused with his own and before he knows it, he can’t imagine his life without you.

How had he’d ever enjoyed his morning coffee without you slotted beside him on the couch? With your fluffy grey ears twitching each time you turn the page to your novel and his arm wrapped loosely around you to keep you close.

How had he ever managed to sleep without having you curled up against his chest? Because these days it seems that’s the only way he can. And how had he ever taken a shower without you squeezing in beside him, a cheeky grin on your face as you ask him to help you rub shampoo and conditioner into your long, fluffy striped tail? With both of you knowing full well it’ll end up with him doing the same for your hair and the fur of your ears too- and also knowing that if he’s not in a rush, it’ll end up with you and him sitting on your bed as he brushes out and gently blowdries your hair and the fur of your tail.

Even when he finds you up at the odd hours of the night and has to drag you back to bed, he has only love for you. It’s not your fault you’ve got the instincts of a nocturnal creature, but he’s still going to toss you right over his shoulder and cart out back to bed if he has to.

It’s not even a year after brining you into his den that the two of you are right and proper mates, and John wouldn’t have it any other way.

He loves having a mate who loves to tinker and take things apart, and he loves that his den is filled with little traces of you throughout. Trinkets, pretty shells, and shiny rocks fill his shelves, and every day you bring him something new to add to the collection is a good one.

And for once, winter actually becomes something John begins to look forward to. Hibernation becomes less of a chore and more of a cherished chance to curl up with his mate in his den and do nothing but sleep and cuddle his mate. What could possibly be better than that?

[darthstitch]

What Vincent Benitez sees when he's with Thomas Lawrence.

Also Vincent B:

Kawawa naman si mahal, he's working too hard.

Starts meal planning.

Thomas Jacopo Lomeli Lawrence, you WILL start taking care of yourself more because I plan on celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary together, do you understand me?

Thomas Lawrence: Yes, dearest. *and sensibly enjoys whatever it is Vincent cooked because it's delicious and he's a wise husband*