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@curufiin and @ulmondil thanks for the suggestion! Sadly I found out I'm really bad at drawing annoyed faces 😔💔

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West Wind #2 by Mary Oliver

You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me. Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and your heart, and heart’s little intelligence, and listen to me. There is life without love. It is not worth a bent penny, or a scuffed shoe. It is not worth the body of a dead dog nine days unburied. When you hear, a mile away and still out of sight, the churn of the water as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the sharp rocks--when you hear that unmistakable pounding--when you feel the mist on your mouth and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls plunging and steaming--then row, row for your life toward it.

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"No! Just a wholesome, normal nation-destroying rivalry with his half-brother that lends itself so easily to eroticization. Why, do you think he should?"

Just want everyone to know today my therapist asked if Fëanor has a daddy kink.

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Friday Fragment

Tagged by @tanoraqui (thank you!) but saw it too late for Þnippet Þursday, alas!

Who's in the mood for a little more Russingon? This is from my Silmsmutweek drabble chain, forthcoming. 100 words of sexy warlord vibes, oh yes.

Maedhros grows hale in the East; the fierce winds of the frontier suit him. He kindles, and the orc hosts run wailing from his flame. At the Mereth Aderthad he is all diplomacy, carefully genteel. But the feasting feels insipid when he has reshaped himself for war. Fingon watches him, frowning. Maedhros dares not touch him, then. But on Ard-Galen’s battlefield Fingon burns with an equal frenzy, and at the victory Maedhros flows to him like iron to a magnet. Fingon hooks him by his gorget, wild-eyed and laughing. He thumbs Maedhros’ lips apart and thrusts his bloody fingers in.

Tagging @ulmondil @starspray @thescrapwitch @dreamingthroughthenoise @zealouswerewolfcollector @tobermoriansass @balrogballs if you feel inspired to share.

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WIP Word Game

I got tagged by @atlantablack!

Rules: You will be given a word. Share a snippet from a WIP for every letter in that word, then tag some friends and give them a new word.

My word is 'HOPE' - Miraculously, somehow, I was able to find SFW sentences from a Russingon wedding smut fic I'm working on with Vala Maedhros! Unfortunately I can't share long snippets due to the nature of the fic but it is very hot and I am excited to share these!

H -

His fingers claw at the silken sheets as his breathing stutters. “Please.”

O -

Or, I suppose there are other ways to show my devotion.

P -

Partake of me.

E -

Eyes on me.

No pressure tagging @jaz-the-bard, @balrogballs, @starshadeemilyart, @antlered-vixen, @annarobots, @thescrapwitch, and @idleleaves! Your word is "LAST."

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thippet thursday

thanks for the tags lovely friends @balrogballs, @ulmondil, and @amorbidcorvid!

I'm desperately trying to get The Judgment of Mandos fic ready to post before my semester begins next week, so please enjoy another little preview. (prior snips here, here, here, here, and here)

“You can come back now,” Eönwë said.  “But you’ll have to agree to some conditions.” “Did Vairë have a message for me?” Námo found himself asking. Eönwë just looked at him.  “Irmo says you can stay with him until you get settled back in,” Eönwë finally said, which answered that question.

tagging back my taggers plus @ anyone else who would like <3

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Thank you for the tag, @nightmares-2! I like this game so I’m doing it a second time.

Share 6 pics from your phone:

1. Art, by my daughter

2. The back of the bathroom stall door, at the bar

3. Tolkien shelfie, in my living room

4. Boston skyline, view from hotel

5. Flowering trees, in my backyard

6. Bunny bunny hop hop, at my work

Tagging anyone who would like 💚

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Fingon the Valiant

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she mount on my doom till i erupt

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i understand why people like the queue and i do respect you guys for using it but that is just not how i roll. if i think these 37 posts are funny you’re seeing them right fucking now

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SMASHES MY HAND DOWN ON THE POST BUTTON.

LOOK AT IT.

Elves! Art! Weird meditations on death! Human-centric scholarship! Is that painting of Celebrimbor supposed to be horny!

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was thinking of ship dynamics i go coocoo puffs for and i realized this one in particular is just. so SO good. love when a completely bonkers character gets together with a totally normal very average person (actually is Worse)

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mortifying snippet tuesday

Okay okay. @dilettantefeminist and @starspray tagged me to please share a snippet. This is mortifying to post. Not because of the content, because well, I broke that seal awhile ago. But because *this is the snippet I accidentally pasted into the student record-tracking system at my job first thing this morning and failed to notice until it was too late to correct it without contacting the help desk*.

I just really, really have to thank @atlantablackchaotic because the whole reason it was in my clipboard at all is because I sent it to her last night, and she said "no thanks" to the amputation kink, so by the grace of Eru, the snippet stops before it gets *really* deranged.

This is from the WIP "The Judgment of Mandos," see prior bits here, here, here, and here.

What was she feeling? Was she afraid? Námo had observed fëar caught up in fear before, visions ripped from the moments just before their violent deaths, or other images drawn up from the deepest places of their inner selves. It was not his habit to interrupt. Námo knew fear, and he did not think that was quite what he was observing in Aredhel’s dream. Indeed, Eöl shouted and drew back partway, his hips still pinning hers to the earth, but withdrawing his upper body. He spat a mouthful of his own blood onto her breast, a string of red dangling from his lip, connecting him to her. “Golodh bitch,” he snarled. Aredhel smiled up at him. “Dear husband,” she whispered. In one swift, fluid motion, she heaved her husband up and over. She took his shining black sword from its sheath across his back and used it to slice at the shackles at her feet. But it was no use—the shackles were themselves made of the same black iron and where the sword struck, only sparks like tears flew free. She tried again, and again she could not break her chains.

Tagging @dragonridersofficer-fiammag, @ulmondil, @idleleaves, @beatles4ever65, @swanhild, and @nightmares-2 to share something, if you'd like! no pressure.

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Throwback Thuesday

@annarobots tagged me to share something from a past fic, so have a snippet of conversation between Galadriel and Celeborn from an Annatar/Celebrimbor/Galadriel wip i started a few weeks ago:

“Celebrimbor has invited me to participate in one of his… trysts. With Annatar.” “That is one way to work out the animosity between you both.” “I am not letting Annatar fuck me.” “You do not need to! Celebrimbor is a talented craftsman, is he not? I am sure he could fashion something for your use, so you need not be the one penetrated.” She turned the idea over in her head. Thought about having Annatar pinned down and writhing beneath her on the bed, of the satisfaction that would come of her taking him down a notch. High and mighty, beautiful, perfect Annatar, reduced to a quivering mess all because of her.

no-pressure tags to @elennalore, @balrogballs, @beatles4ever65, and anyone else who sees this and wishes to join in <3