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Stevie performs Stand Back on “Solid Gold” in 1983.

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praying to the caffeine gods that they let me crank out this essay i procrastinated 🙏

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I think my dark undereye circles are adding to the aesthetic actually.

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my current motivation to write my novel is that i want to see the fanfiction people come up with for it. but also im scared of the mischaracterization but it’ll be so fun like. i want to write fanfiction about these people. but they’re my characters so it’s not fanfiction it’s just. me actually writing the novel

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THIS. you’re not a writer if you’re not the one WRITING IT. i’ll die on this hill.

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

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i can tell i’m getting old (i’m only 19, actually) because i’ve been getting back into old fandoms of mine and there are SO. MANY. CHILDREN (people under 17). and they make references i don’t understand and have senses of humor that i don’t get. FREE ME FROM THIS PRISON (aging)

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for once just don’t give up on me

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orpheus looks back at eurydice and it’s not a tragedy. eurydice knows she’s loved.

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Y'all

Imagine if Bilbo lost his lil acorn once Smaug was dead.

Throin sees Bilbo looking around all panicked, digging through some pile of gold or gems, and asks about it, and this is where he learns about the acorn.

So of course he offers to help look, while they're looking for the Arkenstone, and eventually they've got the whole company looking for both. Thorin's head seems a little more clear suddenly, so everyone's more looking for the acorn than the arkenstone, because yeah they're looking for the arkenstone, but they'll know it when they see it, they have to CONCENTRAIT to find a lil acorn, and it's important they find IT soon or it'll get crushed, or die or rot. The arkenstone has lasted this long. It'll last a little longer.

And because they've all got he mindset if "yeah thats a bit of gold, but it's not an acorn. Sure sure some pretty gems but it's not an acorn!" In there heads, they stave of the gold sickness.

When Fili shouts, "I found it!" They're all rather disappointing when they realise he means the Arkestone. Thorin pockets it, but they return to their search for the acorn right away.

Then, one day, Thranduil shows up demanding the white gems and Thorin's standing up on the barracks like "Sure, if we come across them."

And Thranduil's like "what do you mean if you come across them?"

"There was a dragon in the mountain for over a century! He wasn't exactly cleaning and we're a bit preoccupied with our own search at the moment! I'll send them your way once we find them! If takes a day or a year, you'll live!" And then he disappears from Thranduil's sight.

Only to reappear after a moment, looking slightly irritated. The hobbit is by his side looking, perhaps hopeful? With a roll of his eyes, Thorin says, bitting out the words like they physically hurt to say "If you would like, perhaps you could send a select few of your most trusted guard, and if they might help us in our search, they can also look for your gems as well?"

Thranduil has never been more caught of guard in his life. Did a dwarf, one whom he'd had imprissoned in his dungeon less than a month ago, just invite his people into his most recently reclaimed treasurey?

"I'm sorry. What?" He blinks up at the dwarf- most elegantly, he assures you.

"Elves have very keen eyes, do you not?" Asks the little hobbit. "We're looking for my acorn, you see, that I got from Beorn the skin changer, I seem to have lost it in the dragon's chase, and we fear it'll be crushed. Throin says your box would likely be in the front of the treasurey, and we haven't searched there yet, though Smaug did follow us through there, so it's a fine place for your people to start. It would be greetly appreciated."

And really. The argument could go on, Thranduil's really not sure he believes there IS an acorn, but if it gets him those damned white gems, fine. He sends Tauriel and her guard, and Legolas volunteers himself.

When Bard shows up asking for aid for the town Thorin throws his hands up. "Your just as bad as the elves! We just got our montain back! Fah! At least you asked for nothing so specific!" And practically chucks a chest full of randomly scooped up gold and gems over at the man. "But if there is an acorn in there, you are to return it immediately!"

There isn't an acorn.

"Why would there be an acorn?" He asks Thranduil that evening as he takes tea with the Elven king who's made camp outside the Lonely Mountain as a statement to the dwarven king he doesn't mean to leave without what's rightfully his, regardless of their compliance.

"His husband appears to be rather attached to it." Thranduil shrugs. "I don't pretent to understand the ways of haflings, but if the hobbit has half so strong a love for that which grows from the earth, as the dwarves do that which is mined from it, and I was a king who'd dragged my consort half way across Middle Earth to risk his life battling a dragon for its hoard, I'd think it wise to have the Mountain turned upside down for one measly acorn as well."

Dain shows up and is about ready to storm the peacefully-aiding-the-humans-at-this-point-because-we're-here-what-else-do-we-have-to-do elves on principle, but Thorin puts a stop to it quick.

It takes Dain a day and a half to realised that Thorin did infact say "they were all looking for an Acorn," yesterday, and several minutes to understand that he was saying "no, we found the Arkenstone days ago," today.

And of course, the orcs and goblins show up and are defeated by the forced of them all, united under Acorn Peace Treaty of 2942

Sadly, weeks go by, and they do not find the acorn. They do eventually find the Gems, and Legolas and the majority of the elves return to Mirkwood, Legolas having made good friends with the Company, especially Gloin (this is a suprise tool that will help him later) but Tauriel remains, and if Thorin wasn't smitten with the hobbit, he might comment on just how close Kili is growing to her. At least she's respectful. Might just teach that boy a think or two. The opposite is, of course, true, and Tauriel becomes just as much a menace as the princes.

As the weeks go by and proper cataloging of the treasury commences, every dwarf who comes to help is shows a picture of the acorn every single morning, and promised a just reward for its discovery.

Eventually, Bilbo has to concede they aren't going to find it, but, well, by then he's not exactly planning to return to the Shire for long enough to care for a sprouting tree.

He does return long enough to stop all his things being auctioned off, no he's not a ghost, thank you very much, and have Bag End transfered to his cousin Drogo and his wife, before setting back out for Erebor with the things he intends to keep.

It's years before anyone thinks of the poor lost little acorn again, decades, infact.

One day, in the early morning of the 21st Durin's day after the reclaiming of Erebor, a dwarf comes rushing from the treasurey to find the Royals preparing for the celebration.

"Is it one of these, your highne- uh, Bilbo, your lost acorn?" He asks, stuttering over the title he knows the hobbit dislikes. "I can't really.... tell them apart."

And Bilbo just blinks, because in the cupped palms of the dwarf's are perhaps 15 or 20 little acorns...

"Where did you find these?" He asks.

"They were in the back."

"The back?" Thorin repeats, then catches himself and shoos the dwarf back the way he came "Show us."

They all- Bilbo and Thorin, the princeses, and a handful of the company who'd been present- follow the dwarf down into the treasurey, and then through the treasurey, past all the neat piles of gold and the many chests of organized gems and stones and all manner of other treasures, until they're presented with a very familiar back door.

Or rather, a hidden passage, tucked away in an alcove, where another handful of acorns' the few the Dwarf who'd brought them the first had likely missed- are scattered about.

"You did... just have the one, right Uncle Bilbo?" Fili asks.

"Or course I just had the one!" Bilbo retorts. "I couldn't have possibly carried that many with me all the way from Beorn's!"

With a resigned sort of sigh, as he begins to piece together the answer to a decades old mystery, Thorin steps forward and follows the tunnel up, up, up, and out of Erebor, the others- save the dwarf who brought them, dismissed by Bilbo with a smile, a thanks, and an oh, no, you may keep those- right behind.

As they walk, the acorns start to increase. Though there's never so many as to begin piling up in the tunnel, by the time they reach the end, the majority of the ground is covered in a solid layer if the little things, and the crunch underfoot as they all emerge onto the ledge which they had all once stood, with batted breath in the moon light as they realised they were at last, truly home.

"Was that here last time?" Kili asked, studying the impressive Oaktree shading the entire ledge that sat in front of the secret entrance to Erebor.

The trunk of the tree was wide and solid, sitting right up against the mountain side, and rather winning the battle of wills against the carved stone architecture of the dwarves. Its limbs grow twisted and wild, up and out in all directions. It's easily 250 or 300 feet tall. There is all sorts of life flittering about in its florishing branches, all covered in brilliant green leaves, and fresh green little acorns.

The growned all around them is covered in acorns as well, so many more than the tunnel.

"No." Thorin says, watching a squirrel dash down from the trunk of the tree, shove several acorns into its cheeks, and dash back up the trunk. "No it was not." He turns to Bilbo, and raises an eyebrow. "Lost it after the dragons chase, you said?"

Beet red and look quite flustered, all Bilbo can manage out is a squicky little "oops."

"'Oops' indeed." Thorin returns, smiling fondly.

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i’ve come here to break my silence

i don’t like richard cameron

and i cannot be convinced to! i’ve seen so many posts of people who love him and i respect that, but i don’t really understand it

i don’t hate him. i don’t blame him for the keating thing. i understand that he’s just a kid. i understand that he was coping in the only way that felt safe and comfortable and familiar to him. that’s not my issue. i simply think if i was around him he would annoy me. i’m just not typically fond of people who are so by-the-book in everything they do.

sorry to the dps community of cameron defenders but i cannot bring myself to like him. i’ve tried to no avail

anyways! if you like it i love it 💜

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last dance with mary jane one more time to kill the pain i feel summer creepin' in and i’m tired of this town again

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thank you for the tag @dreadedwhim :)

10 people i want to know better tag game

Last Song: “That You Are” by Hozier featuring Bedouine. It’s just so good and tender

Favorite Color: brown and olive green :)

Last Movie: Witness (1985), it was for a journalism & creative media class I’m taking. very… interesting. I was surprised to find that Viggo Mortensen is actually in it! it was his debut film

Last TV Show: Oh god… Supernatural? but it’s been months

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I tend to lean towards sweet, but I like the others as well. I have an intense sweet tooth 🙂‍↕️

Relationship: my boyfriend and I are approaching our 2 year anniversary :))

Last Thing I Googled: “Daisy Miller Sparknotes” because I didn’t do my reading for class 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Latest Obsession: the hobbit. and lotr. really anything tolkien and middle earth, but mostly the hobbit

Looking Forward To: going to sleep. I was up until nearly 3am because I was at a friend’s and I am exhausted. Additionally, I really like my tues/thurs classes, so I’m looking forward to tomorrow :)

no pressure tags: @mo0on-light @russingon @silme-lorien @sorbus-sempervirens @ameriewadiasbangs @blakenation1 @dixon555 @f4llingstrr @justcallme-e @knoxious-dalton

10 people I want to know better tag game; thanks for the tag @poetrusic1959 !!

Last Song: Crying, Laughing, Loving, Lying by Labi Siffre (I love this song so much)

Favorite Color: Green!! I usually prefer darker greens but I also like sage green

Last Movie: The Young Girls of Rochefort (1967)! It was a rewatch because I wanted to make my friend experience the film and it was my turn for movie night. Anyway I recommend it if you like musicals :)

Last TV Show: I binge watched season 3 of The Bear at the beginning of the month! (Let’s ignore me watching Squid Game 2 for yaoi just to find out there wasn’t any)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Love all of these, but spicy is my fav! I’m always finding a way to make my food spicier because I love the pain I guess lmao

Relationship: Single! (currently crushing but shhhh)

Last Thing I Googled: “was take out a thing in 1981” …I was researching for my fic, don’t judge me. The answer was yes btw

Latest Obsession: Maybe Ethiopian music? Maybe reading? Maybe Jeopardy? I’m kind of between obsessions right now

Looking Forward To: Finishing all of my WIPs! I’m not sure when I’ll get them done (if ever), but I can’t wait to have them out in the world for people to read!

No pressure tags: @schofielded @neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies @neilperryismine @vinesandvellichor @good--merits-accumulated @scriptscraps @stirlinqs + anyone who wants to join!!

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I posted on ao3 🙂‍↕️

I have posted the first chapter of my little oc (ena) x fili hobbit fic if anyone is interested…

it will also feature bits of bagginshield and kili x tauriel :)

if you want to learn more about ena first you can do so here!

and here is the link to the 1,511 word first chapter :)

thank you for reading! :)

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dear eru please take my devices away

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introducing my silly little The Hobbit oc

I may be hyperfixating too close to the sun, but I do not care. As a Middle Earth lover and also a d&d player, I wanted to make my own little character to fit into the Tolkein universe. I have created far too much lore in my head for her, so this post is kind of ridiculously long, and I have therefore kept it under the cut. you're welcome <3

Without further ado, allow me to infodump about introduce my half-elf, Ena Riddon

Some basic info: Ena is half-elven, born of a Silvan elf father and a human mother in autumn of 1421 TA. She chose to live an immortal life after her mother's death, and resides in the Elvenking's Halls in the Greenwood with her father. When she isn't busy being a captain of the guard (before Tauriel was born and made her co-captain, that is), she spends her time studying various languages, and is fluent in Sindarin (obviously), Westron (also obviously), Khuzdul, and Quenya. She also studies Eldarin, but is not even close to being fluent in it. I would like it to be known that though she is fluent in Khuzdul, she practically never gets the opportunity to coverse in it, so her pronunciation is strongly affected by her native Sindarin accent.

here’s a little drawing of her bc she is my shayla 💜

The drawing kind of means I don't have to explain what she looks like to you, but I'm going to do so anyway. Ena has brown hair that falls to her waist, and has poliosis that gives her a patch of pale hair in the front of her head and in her eyebrow. She has a few scattered freckles on her skin, most of which are the result of her spending too much time in one of the Greenwood's few clearings. Her skin is fair with an olive undertone and hazel eyes. She stands at 5 feet and 5 inches tall (about 165 cm for my friends abroad).

"But Bee, how does she fit into the plot? What do other characters think of her?"

I'm so glad you asked. buckle up.

Ena was one of the elves to take the Company of Thorin Oakenshield into captivity and lead them into the dungeons of the Elvenking's Halls. Mind you, this happens in 2941 TA, so she's 1520 years old. She's been best friends with Tauriel for the past 500 years, which is essentially all of Tauriel's mature life. She's been close with Legolas, or at least as close as a half-elf can be with the prince of her kingdom, for twice as long. He was once her mentor, but he was reassigned to Tauriel when she joined the guard. Thranduil doesn't particularly like her. Perhaps it's because he sees her as below him, or perhaps its because she's simply too loud. Who's to say? All Ena knows is that she gets a kick out of getting on his nerves. Her linguistic knowledge has made her useful though, especially in the education of the elflings and in translating old documents so the King doesn't have to.

The Company is imprisoned on Mereth Nuin Giliath, the Feast of Starlight, so while the dwarves are downstairs letting the annoyance marinate, Ena and the other elves are upstairs living it up. Our lovely half-elf is a bit more easily affected by liquor than the typical elf, and with the warm confidence of too much wine in her blood, she stumbles her way downstairs to flirt with Fili because she remembers thinking the blonde one was cute as she stripped him of the 25 different knives he carried. She might've been a bit ashamed had Tauriel not also been down there chatting it up with Kili. So she starts speaking to this dwarf in awfully pronounced Khuzdul, her words slurring ever so slightly, and he's like Oh What In Mahal's Name.

I'll spare you the details, dear reader, but you'd like to know that Ena eventually accompanies... the company... much to Thorin's dismay. It took Fili putting in a good word and nearly an hour of Bilbo begging him to have some sense for him to finally agree, and he only agreed because they were without weapons to defend themselves from another orc attack and she happened to weild both bow and sword. Thorin almost kicks her out when he falls to dragon sickness, though, and Fili and Bilbo have to fight tooth and nail to convince him to let her stay.

I have a few different ideas of how things ended for her based on whether we're going with the canon ending, the ending where they all live, etc.

One thing that is not dependant on the dwarves' ending is that her father dies in the Battle of the Five Armies, so it's a very sad day for her regardless. Perhaps I derive too much satisfaction from making my ocs sad...

I've written the exchange between drunken Ena and imprisoned Fili and could possibly be persuaded to share that on here if someone were to suggest such a thing. just saying.

I'm sure there are things about her I've failed to share, but I have homework to do for university so those details will simply have to be remembered and shared at a later date. I hope you enjoyed my rambling, and thank you for reading this far! <3

tagging the lovely people who encouraged me to post this: @whiskeyreverie @lathalea

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happy annoy squidward day !

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