#I may cry if he truly will

[cspcrashing]

experimenting with that vergil guy i guess ?

[anghraine]

Fun fact: Imrahil of Dol Amroth is only ever described in LOTR as Denethor and Faramir's "kinsman", with no distinction ever made between how he's related to Denethor vs to Faramir. It's only later, when Faramir briefly thinks of his long-dead mother, that she is called "Finduilas of Amroth" and we can deduce that the family connection was likely between Denethor's wife and Imrahil, making him an in-law of Denethor but blood relative of Faramir. We're still not told exactly how Imrahil and Finduilas were related, though.

I always had the impression of a certain degree of tension between Imrahil and Denethor, and also of Imrahil being particularly concerned for Faramir, but his exact relationships with them are quite vague in the narrative. A lot of the names, dates, and family connections among the members of the house of Dol Amroth that we now accept as a matter of course are mainly from a separate document published in Peoples of Middle-earth that explains the most probable origin story for the house of Dol Amroth and has an attached family tree. IIRC the entire existence of Faramir and Éowyn's son Elboron is based on his inclusion in the Dol Amroth family tree in POME and he's never referenced in LOTR (and possibly not in anything else, actually?).

Tolkien definitely did imagine Imrahil and Finduilas as siblings regardless (e.g. I think he mentions it when observing that Denethor's natural beardlessness as an Elrosian Dúnadan would be reinforced in Boromir and Faramir by their additional Elvish heritage through Imrahil's sister), but he didn't actually say it in LOTR.

I do think it's important, though, because it's with this later information that Imrahil taking charge of Faramir's fallen body is conclusively revealed to not be simply a prince rescuing a vague "kinsman" of political/military importance, but specifically a man carrying his dead sister's last surviving child from a battlefield.

(No wonder he and Éomer bonded so much, honestly!)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i guess it’s less that they Completely Understood each other and more that . just. they met each other at the perfect time . they had a bond that could never be replaced . they could be their true selves around each other, even if it only lasted for a year or two . but it still meant so much to the both of them !!! those two years alone meant so much more than the ten years they spent apart and that completely fucking Destroys me . they had something that neither one of them would ever find again and if it’s not Total Understanding then i truly believe it was unconditional love . soulmatism. the feeling of finding your other half . they had each other for two little years and it was the single most vibrant blue spring of their lives

[sittinginsunflowers]

the scariest part of that episode was Lou Wilson crawling on top of the table with murder in his eyes

[seventh-district]

so uh. that 2.2 Special Program, huh

[katierosefun]

the line about logan roy not being able to fit a whole woman in his head being said from his own daughter is so. something about daughters and their fathers something about daughters who are their father’s child something about daughters who are daddy’s little favorite daddy’s little girl but the second they start having opinions and the second they start talking back, the father holds their daughter out with open hostility and suspicion, something about how only years later will the father occasionally go, do you remember? do you remember when we used to have good days, when you used to come to me with all your wonders and your worries, do you remember when we were stuck together like glue, what happened to that and the daughter just has to give her father a rueful smile as though she hasn’t been wondering why her father built up that wall in the first place as though she hadn’t been wondering since when did her father only ever said good morning to her brothers as though she hadn’t been wondering since when did her father only ever ask her brothers to accompany him to work and something about shiv roy saying my father couldn’t fit a whole woman in his head and something about shiv roy still crying the most when she learned that her father was dead something about how shiv roy called her father the world and yet something about how shiv roy still asks her father’s closest male confidants if he was really that bad, was my father still an okay guy when they all know the truth, they all know he wasn’t a good person, but shiv roy still remembers playing outside her father’s office just to get him to come out and shiv roy still remembers her father telling her to remember, slant of light and ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh fathers and their daughters daughters and their fathers or whatever

[akai-anna]

My gosh, I've been down a nostalgia rabbit hole and been going back to knb and nijiaka and noticed that you were still active. You've given me and other nijiakas precious memories, bless you and hope you have a lovely day!

For once, my timing was just right: coming home to see this precious ask and have the time to answer it. Today is blessed.

NijiAka is still in my heart, so utterly precious, NijiAka has become part of my soul, altered my life in many ways, and to this day I still reread my favourite fics (some of which I would love to rec or talk about TONS) and stare at my favourite pieces of art and follow my favourite Japanese artists and doujinka, still hunt for merch so I can add it to my collection, and think of them regularly.

I would still be actively talking about them if there were people who were interested in chatting about them. Just saying. You can totally take that as an invitation. Just saying.

Thank you for dropping by my askbox, you made me so happy with your words! I truly hope you have a lovely day, and may NijiAka live long in our hearts, even if the manga/anime ended ages ago!

[bisaster-energy]

okay what you have to understand is that while against the kitchen floor is a dean song...willard! has cas written all over it

[atomicengineerdetective]

No one talk to me I just came back from a family vacation to find out my favorite youtuber ever is leaving the platform.

I am devastated.

(I am actually happy for him, he has given me so much happiness for like 8 years. He deserves to let the channel go an enjoy his life. It just hurts, but I'll get over it

I'm so thankful for MatPat and Steph. I Hope every future endeavour or project they take on is successful and that over all they have a happy and fulfilling life with Ollie.💚❤️💛💙)

[waterbearwasteland]

Man the ending of Fiona and Cake made me cry so much but I’m so happy with what they did

[citrus-sours]

i need u guys to know also when ruin comes out i will also be ruined becuase my blorbos are busted

[cangrellesteponme]

the source of my unending rage for tonight is that i just did a presentation and my teacher ranted about how bad it was for like 15 minutes only to give me a decent grade? like, stop wasting my time if it's really not that bad.

[imblocking-you]

Therapy Game

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

It's still so weird to me that the guy who wrote the fault in our stars and experienced global adulation and then global reprobation from the backlash and everything from SNL skits to being soft canceled on tumblr ....

was me.

Like, that guy was me. He lived in the same house I live in. One time he walked down to the river and cried and then yelled at himself for crying because who cries about having such a ridiculously good life.

I guess my big takeaway from that whole experience is 1. past me gave current me a lot of opportunities and freedoms for which I am grateful, including the opportunity to support cool people doing cool stuff, and the freedom to write about whatever I want (a memoir in the form of five-star reviews! A book about tuberculosis and its discontents!).

And also 2. the actual experience of Proper Fame is so unpleasant that I do not know how anyone who lives with regular pop culturey fame continues to seek it after getting a good hit of it. I admire the people who do--they get to make a lot of difference in the world in many cases. I am just baffled by them.

I would like to write books that seek large audiences again someday, but I'm not sure I'll ever be able to. I may need to stay in these small happy places where I've been able to live over the last five years.

But the complicated and ever-evolving tension between on the one hand wanting to have my own life, a life that truly and fully belongs to me, and on the other hand wanting to make stuff that is beloved by people and useful to them and so on ... it's a hell of a labyrinth to navigate, and I'm nowhere near out of it.

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Hot tears pricked in the corners of your eyes, and your teeth were drawing blood from your bottom lip as you struggled not to cry out. You were currently in Ghosts quarters on base, and neither of you could afford to get caught in such a compromising position.

Simon was by far the biggest man you’d ever been with, in more ways than one. His cock was long, girthy and practically splitting you in half at this very moment. You truly did not think he’d fit.

“Simon.” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as you struggled to adjust to his size. “‘S too big.”

“Shhh pretty girl, it’ll fit.” Simon cooed, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “You can take it, I know you can.”

You let out a whimper as Simon continued to push himself inside of you, your walls stretching in ways you didn’t know possible to accommodate his size.

“You’re such a good girl, my good girl.” Simon praised you, finally bottoming out inside of you. “Fuckin’ hell, this pussy is taking me so well.”

Any pain or discomfort you may have felt immediately vanished upon hearing the soft grunts that escaped from Simon’s lips as he began to move, his cock sliding against your velvety walls. The noises he was making was music to your ears, causing you to clench around your lieutenant’s length.

“So fucking good, sweetheart. Gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else.” Simon groaned, struggling to maintain his composure. “You’re mine, and mine alone, you got that?”

You gave a weak nod in response, falling limp in Simon’s arms as he wrapped them tightly around the small of your back, and pulling you close to him.

Simons movements had you seeing stars, your pussy stuffed so unbelievably full you couldn’t think straight. You couldn’t believe this was finally happening- after years of pining after each other, you were finally in bed together.

“Don’t care if the whole base will hear, I need to hear you.” Simon moaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair in his hand. “Moan for me, sweetheart. Let me hear what pretty little sounds you can make for me.”

You lost all self control in that moment, a guttural moan escaping your throat as Simon quickened his pace. “Simon!”

“That’s it, that’s it love.” Simon praised before leaning to peck at your lips “This pussy is mine, these lips are mine, you’re all fucking mine now.”

And you certainly weren’t going to object to that.

[catsip]

Objectively it’s hilarious how quickly i crumble under pressure