#In which Cas is Galadriel

[lizleeships]

I know this is a little bit strange because it’s months past due -and the toxic perfectionist that dwells in my skull really DID really hesitate to post this- but back in January I was too ill to finish this little story and then lost motivation because I was already too late. Still, since I was pretty fond of it (and the stupid hats), I recently decided to give it a “half finish” because I didn’t like leaving it incomplete. 

...AKA: I discovered “seraphinite” is a real stone and lost my entire damn mind.

Anyway, sketchiness aside, I hope you like it anyway.

(Please don’t repost; reblogs are fine.) 

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[reylohno]

THE CELEBORN PROBLEM (solved...?)

Some things in The Rings of Power (TROP) are harder to fit into canon Tolkien lore than others. Celeborn being presumed dead is one of them. Galadriel spending centuries on chasing Sauron to avenge her brother Finrod instead of searching for her lost husband is another. I think I may have found a way to bypass these issues with a canon divergence, though. Maybe. Possibly. I don’t know, just hear me out.

It’s hard to tell when, exactly, TROP takes place since there are several incompatible plotlines are taking place all at once, but we know that it’s in the Second Age (SA). Okay. So, to narrow it down a little: SA 500 is when Sauron, who’s been lying low since the defeat of his former master Morgoth, comes out of hiding and begins to rekindle alliances in the East and the South. He doesn’t properly establish himself in Mordor until around SA 1000, though, and it takes him two more centuries before he disguises himself and befriends Cerebrimbor in Eregion. Creating the rings of power takes him an additional 300 years, so let’s say that’s our scope. The show takes place somewhere between SA 500 and SA 1500. Okay? Okay.

(Side note: We’re going to completely ignore the fuckery that’s going on with the Númenórian timeline because otherwise we’ll go insane.)

In Tolkien’s lore, Galadriel should most likely be in Eregion with Celeborn and their daughter Celebrían (born ca SA 300) during this period. In TROP, that clearly isn’t the case. Instead, we have a childless, spouseless, revenge-driven Galadriel who somehow ends up on a raft with Sauron himself (sure, let’s call it a cosmic connection, I’m sure that sexual tension was totally unintentional.) There’s seriously no way in hell to make this work while staying true to Tolkien lore, so here it comes, my little canon divergence theory:

In canon Tolkien lore, Galadriel and Celeborn fled before the War of Wrath. In TROP, however, I think Celeborn joined it but never returned.

The War of Wrath, the battle where Valar, Elves, and Men joined forces to defeat Morgoth once and for all, took place at the very end of the First Age (FA 545 – 587). When characters in TROP talk about “the war,” this is the one they’re referring to. After over 40 years of vicious fighting, Morgoth was defeated, but the wreckage of the war was so great that a big chunk of Middle-earth sank into the sea.

(Side note: The War of Wrath is not the reason why the Noldorin Elves left Valinor, though. The real reason can be summed up as “three fancy stones cause a very disproportionate amount of murder”. TROP didn’t have access to The Silmarillion so they had to work around that.)

Alright. Anyway. This little canon divergence could explain why TROP!Galadriel never looked for her lost husband. How do you even search for a fallen soldier when the battlefield no longer exists? And if Celeborn really did die in this war (which I personally doubt because it would cause the show runners an avalanche of problems down the line), it would have been because of Morgoth. It’s hard to take revenge on a being that’s already been banished from existence. Sauron, however, is still in hiding in Middle-earth. He’s the evil that got away. Galadriel can’t avenge her husband, but she can still avenge her brother.

(Side note: I think it’s also worth mentioning that Finrod actually died about a century before the War of Wrath. He plays a major role in Beren and Lúthiel, where he heroically sacrifices himself to protect a mortal man from one of Sauron’s werewolves. I repeat: Finrod did not fight in the War of Wrath, and he most certainly didn’t die in it. But let’s not dwell on that. The show would fall apart. Squint with your brain and carry on.)

[cinematicnomad]

1, 7, 25 for the fanfic end of year ask :)

001. favorite fic you wrote this year i have a soft spot for take my hand (take my everything) which was the first fic i wrote this year! and kind of the first step back into writing creatively on something new that wasn’t the 7 year monster sterek fic. also my first foray into 9-1-1 fic and was just a lot of fun! 

007. longest completed fic you wrote this year the longest fic i wrote was my second for the year! so show me (family) wound up being around 16k+ for 9-1-1 which kind of burst out of me over the course of one 48 hour window unlike take my hand which took a few weeks to crank out. 

025. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read SO MANY FICS DUDE!!! i’m gonna rec a couple, some that i re-read this year and some that i discovered for the first time, all from a variety of fandoms. BUT heads up, you didn’t specify a fandom so it’s gonna be a little scattered. also someone else sent me this same question but specified 9-1-1, so i’m gonna reserve those recs for that ask. GET READY!!

and this, your living kiss by opal_bullets (7/7 | 84k+ | M) destiel; AU: college/university; john winchester’s A+ parenting; angst with a happy ending

only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet jack allen is just kansas mechanic dean winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen.

until, that is, a string of coincidences leads dean to auditing a poetry course with one dr. castiel novak. the professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia’s foremost expert on the poetry of jack allen.

note: i discovered this fic back in the pre-pandemic times of feb 2020 and i’ve read this fic TWICE since, leaving a lengthy comment each time. the poetry in the fic itself is stunningly gorgeous and i have a habit of reading it out loud to myself while reading bc it begs to be heard. this fic is seriously beautiful and makes me want to read all the poet!dean au’s out there in the world. unfortunately there aren’t that many so i just keep coming back to this well. i don’t think i can express enough how much i love this fic. 

lost time by ARCurren (105/105 | 350k+ | T)  bransonxsybil; AU: canon divergent; outsider POVs; original characters; slow burn

the story of a free spirit who was asked to give up the man she loved for a system she didn’t believe in and what happened next. AU after 3.04. 

note: did i think, when i stumbled across this fic years ago, that it would wind up being one of my all time favorites that i return to time and again to re-read? never. did i re-read it for like the dozenth time this year?? 110%. this fic is everything i want from fanfiction—it’s beautifully written, expands on canon, and shows me all the hidden moments the cameras never did (not to mention it’s historically accurate and delves deep into irish politics of the time). the first third or so of this fic is all about tom and sybil’s slow burn romance at downton, but the fic really bursts into its own when we follow the two to dublin and get introduced to all of the author’s deliciously detailed oc’s. heads up warning: this fic was never officially completed, though the final chapter is a beautifully written summary of the final arc of the fic. even so, it’s fucking worth it. 

misfire by mothlights & unpossible (6/6 | 28k+ | T) sterek; time travel; angst with a happy ending; alive hale family; magic; alternating POV

“the debt must be repaid,” she says, and it has the weight of a vow. the words resonate through him, ringing through his ribcage and the bones of his jaw, and stiles loses his breath and maybe his grip on reality because she draws herself upright and where there had once stood a supermodel-level MILK now there is galadriel’s much hotter older sister, a presence of unmistakable power in their ordinary, smells-vaguely-of-thai-takeout hallway. 

“oh shit,” stiles says. 

note: this fic is the first in the misfire ‘verse and i need you to understand that it literally broke me when i binge read these fics a month or so ago. i am a sucker for a solid time travel fic especially bc there are such few good ones in fandom. but this gets at the heart of it all by exploring the idea of stiles getting the chance to save derek’s family and taking it...after he and derek are romantically together in his true timeline and then actually dealing with the ramifications of how that alters everything and how stiles survives in this new present where he and derek are virtual strangers. everyone should definitely read this, but you should also know that i fucking sobbed while reading the sequel (which also has a happy ending, but really digs deep into the nitty gritty angst of the repercussions). 

map of the world by seperis (11/11 | 154k+ | M)  destiel; end!verse; alternate universe; canon divergent; original characters; slow burn

the world’s already over and they’re already dead. all they’re doing now is marking time until the end. 

note: look, if you don’t know about down to agincourt by @seperis, what are you doing with your life?? the series is over 1M+ words so far, the fic author is on book 4 out of a planned 8, and it’s fucking phenomenal. i know i’ve tagged a couple of these recs as slow burn but...this is the slowest slow burn to ever burn. canon!dean travels back into the end!verse timeline just as lucifer kills dean and somehow cas made it out alive and has to keep dean safe while he learns to become his end!verse counterpoint. the world building in this series is intense and i cannot recommend it enough. i’m still in the midst of my re-read bc it’s SUCH an endeavor but i highly recommend it to everybody. 

invictus by ellanasan (116/116 | 355+ | M) hayffie; au: alive abernathy family; pre-hunger games; canon prostitution; slow burn

“so then, before i can even think about doing something stupid like trying to stab him with his fucking golden paperknife, he gives me a choice, see?” haymitch continued, almost detached. “either i play nice like all the other victors or he’ll kill my family. i could either become his puppet—greatest punishment he could give me, according to him—or i could become the example.”

AU in which haymitch’s family lives.

note: hello, have you ever wondered what the hunger games series would be like if haymitch’s family were alive? i fucking hadn’t until 2 years ago when i stumbled across this fic and fell head over heels in love with this ship. @ellanainthetardis is my go to hunger games fic writer for anything exploring canon and i’m obsessed with anything she writes about the OG victors pre-canon (finnick, joanna, chaff, etc). this fic is just 300k+ exploring that world and all the intricate details of how cruel the games could really be. HIGHLY recommend. i definitely re-read it this fall when i needed a pick me up.

don’t know what i’m supposed to do (haunted by the ghost of you) by crazyassmurdererwall (1/1 | 30k+ | T) sterek; canon divergent; angst with a happy ending; ghosts; stiles POV

stiles sees dead people. yep. seriously.

(he’s got this. he’s totally got this. so what if one of them is derek’s mom?)

note: did you know that @crazyassmurdererwall is one of my all time favorite people? and that she’s wicked talented? and that in our spare time she’ll send me a billion fic ideas that are amazing and i get to hear all the intricate details of her plot bunnies? but i digress. this fic is one of my all time fave sterek fics i’ve re-read it sooo many times. there’s just something about the heartache and stiles’ insecurity and the way he tries to shoulder it all on his own. and then there’s alli’s brilliant writing, the way she weaves through a scene and paints a picture just so and manages to tug at your heart strings with her precise word choice. there’s some amazing world building in this fic as it explores this other facet of the supernatural that canon teen wolf never touched upon, and i’m so grateful for that bc alli is the only one who should be allowed to write about ghosts and teen wolf together. 

lagavulin and guinness by snarfle (10/10 | 163k+ | explicit) hartwin; slow burn; PTSD; suicidal thoughts; graphic depictions of violence; domestic abuse

plenty of people had looked down on eggsy throughout his life. he had gotten fairly used to it. didn’t mean it was fair, but he knew how these things worked. what really sucked was that the new arthur was worse than the old one.

“eggsy grimaced. he didn’t know how to explain to harry—who seemed like he hadn’t been discriminated against a day in his life—that the new arthur kept giving him what amounted to suicide missions, and that he was currently bleeding out in a warehouse because of the deliberately bad intel she had given him.”

also featuring: dean is harder to get rid of than eggsy thought, his mum is going off the deep end, there are way too many nefarious plots in play, and eggsy is really beginning to wish that harry would stop holding his hand and kiss him instead.

note: look, i know i recced this literally less than a week ago but i ALSO stayed up til 5AM re-reading this last night and it was a-m-a-z-i-n-g. i was on a bit of a kingsman kick earlier this year, so i’ve actually re-read this fic TWICE so far in 2020. i will give you a serious warning in that this fic delves deep into domestic abuse through the lens of a variety of different relationships. it also explores the potential for abuse in hartwin, bc this fic is one of the few that actually commits to the fact that they’re literal spies who murder people. actively. a lot. but seriously, this fic is one of my fave in the fandom and i STRONGLY recommend it. 

waste of breath by bryrosea (1/1 | 22k+ | M) loganxveronica; canon compliant; missing scenes; navy; past child abuse

logan echolls, the nine years, and the navy.

note: bryrosea has an obscene number of amazing logan and veronica fics (her canon divergent series stay with me is another i re-read this year), but i’ve found myself returning to this fic a lot over the years. i’m a sucker for canon compliant fics that explore the missing scenes in between canon and this fic hits all the right buttons by diving deep into how logan echolls went from being a trash fire at hearst college at the end of s3 to being a decorated navy pilot by the movie. it explores logan seeking out therapy and making a life for himself that he can be proud of, all while pining after the girl who got away. and bc this author is amazing, she followed it up with a sequel from veronica’s point of view in the series done by only me. 

the law of equivalent exchange by awed_frog (8/8 | 60k+ | M) destiel; POV castiel; pre-canon; post-canon; canon compliant; immortality; reincarnation

“and what’s the point of it?”

“of love? there isn’t one. loving is its own purpose.” 

note: i mean??? i don’t really know what to say except that this is one of the truly most beautiful fics i have ever read. it follows castiel through time as he meets different reincarnations of sam and dean across history and falls ever more deeply in love. it is achingly tender and so ecstatically written that i die just thinking about it. and that summary? i mean. holy fuck break my heart why don’t you? i don’t know how i missed out on this fic for so long since it was published in 2015 but i only learned about it for the first time back in july and it was. life changing?? when the fic finally reaches the canon timeline and he meets THIS dean it’s peak yearning. 10/10 will read again.

ahead in the count by elisela (17/17 | 50k+ | E) sterek; AU: sports; pitcher!stiles; teacher!derek; long distance relationship; getting together

“yankee fan,” derek says, laughing when stiles makes a disgusted face. “the bronx bombers, stiles, you can’t be a new yorker and—”

“stop talking right now,” stiles sighs, shaking his head. “i can’t believe i still want to kiss you after that,” he says, pulling derek in by his coat. “this is making me rethink everything.” 

“i’ll never watch them again,” derek promises, and stiles laughs against his mouth. 

or: stiles is a starting pitcher for the NY mets when he meets and falls in love with derek. derek doesn’t know. 

note: i read SO MANY of @elisela’s 911 fics this summer, which i loved, and then she got into teen wolf and started writing sterek and i just about died. this fic is amazing, one of my fave sterek AU’s that i’ve read in years. it’s just the right amount of drama and angst and fluff filled with all the joys of miscommunication and character relationships that makes reading sterek such a joy. reading this fic and finding out eli needed fic recs pushed me to dive back in to reading sterek fics for a bit this fall so i can say with the utmost authority that this is one of the best i’ve read in a long time. 

i used to think one day we’d tell the story of us by notequitegucci (2/2 | 32k+ | M) gendrya; alternate universe—modern setting; outsider POV; friends to lovers; friends to lovers

9 times a stark encounters gendry + 1 time he meets the starks.

note: again, this is the first in a 2 part series titled love me like you do that explores arya and gendry’s dynamics together through the point of view of her family. game of thrones ended last year with a whimper but i keep returning to the gendrya tag on ao3 to seek out new, amazing content and also to re-read some old favorites. i can’t remember if i came across this for the first time last year or this one, but i’ve read it and re-read it more times than i can count since and i love it more than i can describe. i’m a total sucker for outsider POV fics and my biggest pet peeve in canon is the fact that none of the stark’s ever found out that arya and gendry had a history together. this modern au fic almost makes up for it by giving me a gendry encounter with every family member and then the big reveal. it’s peak content. 

theeeeeeese recs got a little away from me. i wasn’t originally intending on adding lengthy notes to each entry but ... oh well!! these are all amazing so please enjoy. 

fanfic end of the year asks

[brannonlasgalen]

I lowkey have a headcanon that Thranduil is one of the most powerful elves in Middle Earth. Thranduil is the only elven ruler that doesn’t have a ring, and yet his people are some of the most powerful out there. In LotR his armies tied up a lot of Sauron’s forces because of how close Mirkwood is to Mordor which helped the Fellowship a lot. So yeah I have a headcanon that he has a type of magic which protects the elves of Mirkwood and helps them fight and be more in touch with their surroundings

Whoo boy, Nonny-moose! You’re reading my MIND! *cracks knuckles*

Thranduil is definitely one of the most powerful elves in Middle Earth. 

First of all, there’s no such thing as a weak leader of elves. Tolkein wrote his elvish rulers as having a sort of divine right/might to rule, meaning they had to be powerful in order to be accepted as leaders.  Considering that, out of all the great Elven Lords/Ladies of the time, ONLY Thranduil was considered a “king”, he would have to be very powerful indeed.

(He was also the son of Oropher, who was actually chosen by the Silvan elves to be their king when they hadn’t even had a king before, soo….yeah. Powerful genes.)

Now consider this: Galadriel and Elrond are also great Elven Ladies/Lords, yet they needed the power of their Rings to maintain the beauty and lushness of their realms. Once the power of the Rings was ended, both Lórien and Imladris fade.  

Our buddy Thranduil, on the other hand, maintains an entire kingdom WITHOUT A RING.

While it’s true that Mirkwood’s dark and dangerous, it’s still a place where elves can live. Since elves physically cannot live in evil places, that must mean there is still life, beauty, and good magic in Mirkwood. Even with Sauron literally squatting inside Thranduil’s borders for centuries, Mirkwood was never completely over-taken by the shadow.  

Why? Well, if Sauron’s Dark Fëa was the cause of the Shadow, then there must have been some powerful Fëa of the Light resisting it to keep Greenwood from falling completely. In fact, in the Hobbit, Gandalf tells the other elves that the Greenwood elves have only recently begun using the term Mirkwood, because it took that long for the shadow to effect the forest enough to warrant a change in name.

Which means Thranduil Oropherion single-handedly holds off the might of a tainted Maiar for MILLENNIA. 

And he’s doing it without a Ring. 

Now, could Thranduil personally defeat Sauron? No, of course not. Sauron’s the Tolkein-world equivalent of an greater angelic Power, for goodness’ sake!  Thranduil’s totally fighting a losing battle, and we know his people are forced to retreat slowly northward over the years. But then again, none of the elves could have defeated Sauron alone, not even Gil-Galad; that’s why they sent a Hobbit, lol.

Still, Thranduil’s power at least keeps Mirkwood from becoming Darkwood, preserving enough of the goodness of the forest that his people can still live there, that Men can still live there; and not just live, but thrive. I mean, have you seen the Mirkwood Army?

Remember, 2/3 of their forces were slaughtered at the Battle of Dagorlad, where Oropher was killed. The rest barely made it home. And yet here, only 3000-odd years later (not a long time in terms of Elvish reproductive cycles,) he can field an army of thousands with, what? A week’s notice? 

Conclusion? Mirkwood elves must breed like rabbits. But…how?? How do the female elves, who have to invest significant spiritual energy to create even a single child, have enough space/health/support/wherewithal to have several children apiece while living under a Shadow?

And how, in a place that is ostensibly “mirky” and “tainted”, does one raise a ball of elvish sunshine like Legolas? How are the elves of Mirkwood still a merry and good and honorable people, (if a bit suspicious of “furriners,”)  whilst surrounded by so much darkness? How have they not become tainted, too?

Someone must be standing between them and the darkness; making them feel safe, preserving that light and goodness so they can live their lives.

(hint: It’s this guy^^^)

Not to dismiss the actual boots on the ground work that the elvish guard does in protecting Thranduil’s people, of course. Obviously, it’s a team effort, and each elf of the Woodland Realm must strive to maintain it. But as neither all of Elrond’s folk nor all of Galadriel’s would have succeeded in maintaining their realms without their leaders, we can reasonably conclude it’s the same with the Silvan elves.

Not only does Thranduil hold the borders of his kingdom without help, he’s secure enough to actually leave Mirkwood for short periods of time. This either means his power has a really long range, or that the echoes of it are enough to sustain the Wood for a period of time. 

And remember, Mirkwood is BIG: 600 miles long by 250 miles wide (or 150,000 mi^2, or over 96 million acres.) For a mental picture, Mirkwood is about the size of the distance from Los Angeles to Mt. Shasta, CA; a distance which covers most of the state. Even if you estimate conservatively, and say that Thranduil’s power could only cover the northern third, that’s still ~32 million acres under his protection.

So strong is the power of Thranduil that during the War of the Ring, Sauron sent two separate armies to destroy Mirkwood, out of fear that Thranduil’s army would come to the aid of Men; one army of orcs, and one of Easterlings. The Easterlings were distracted by the dwarves of Erebor and the Men of Dale; but the other army of orcs/goblins/etc engaged the Mirkwood elves. It’s not explicitly stated, but reading between the lines it looks like Sauron’s guys got trounced so badly that they panicked and tried to BURN THE WOOD TO THE GROUND. 

And even THEN, they lost. 

(And yeah I know, Celeborn’s army came to help destroy Dol Guldur itself; but a part of the reason they succeeded is that Thranduil had already destroyed Sauron’s armies in the region. Celeborn, BTW? Fellow Sindar, also a huge power without a ring. I headcanon that Celeborn and Thranduil get along like gangbusters.)

Then let’s talk about after the War of the Ring, when Sauron’s power is broken and the shadow is lifted from Mirkwood forever. Without Sauron actively suppressing it, Mirkwood becomes Greenwood again, a realm of beauty possibly on par with Lórien or Imladris. In fact, Celeborn actually claims the southern third of the Wood as East Lorien, and his people are perfectly happy living there; which suggests it must be at least as nice as Lórien (sans the giant trees.)

Now, even after Sauron is defeated, the other elves are diminished. They go into the west, their kingdoms fade away. 

But not Greenwood. 

Thranduil’s realm apparently flourished, entering into a sort of Golden Age that lasted well into the Fourth Age. Of the elvish rulers, he’s the only one who hasn’t gone into the west by the time Tolkein’s timeline ends. Which means even in a time of fading magic, when elves have lost their dominion and the time of Men has come, Thranduil’s kingdom endures.

There’s a reason the Elves of the Greenwood call Thranduil Oropherion their Greatest King. 

[helianthus21]

Dean vs. Cat

Dean and a kitten battling over Cas’  love for @theabsolutemagicpotato based on this artwork and what you said would be Dean’s thoughts about the picture they make :D (note: Cas named his cat Galadriel because he thought Dean would appreciate it and also because the -el makes it sound like she’s one of his kin:)

She was back again. Perched by Cas' side while the angel tapped away on his laptop in deep concentration. She was getting comfortable too, rubbing her head against Cas' thigh, every move aimed at mocking Dean, he was sure.

Dean shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to come up with a way how to proceed even as she purred. One eye snapped open, and Dean swore she was staring right at him, watching Dean's every reaction and relishing in his pain before she rose and climbed right into Cas' lap.

Dean was seething.

“Hello, little cuddlebug. What is up?” Cas cooed to her. And the cat purred louder and Cas scratched her on the head and Dean felt a horrible sense of wrongness because that was his place, right there on Cas' lap. That should be his head being pet. Not that he needed to be pampered like a.. like a kitten! But still. That place on Cas' lap looked nice and like it had Dean's name written on it, meaning he had more rights to it than that stupid cat. He was Cas' boyfriend after all. Hell, he should just speak out and claim his right (after asking nicely, because that was still Cas' lap, even if Dean's name was written on it and anyway, he wasn't as rude as that cat because he'd wait for Cas to finish whatever he was doing on his laptop before he'd interrupt with some Dean-time).

As he was contemplating all this he realized he was still standing there, in the doorway, ultimately giving the cat more quality time with Cas through his inaction and that was just unacceptable. So he cleared his throat, announcing his presence to the room.

Cas lifted his head and met his gaze. A small smile was sent his way as Cas said his trademark greeting “Hello, Dean,” and instantly Dean began forgetting all about stupid boyfriend-stealing cats and felt a smile of his own creep onto his face. It was a short-lived reprieve, however, because the vengeful kitten chose that moment to hog Cas attention back by meowing loudly and Cas looked back down to her and resumed his displays of affections. To the cat. Who clearly didn't deserve it. How Cas couldn't see how evil that thing was was beyond Dean. He cleared his throat again. “Uh, Cas, I wanted to ask if you wanna, uhm...,” he began. Quick Dean, think of something. “Go for a walk?” Good idea, Dean praised himself. A walk outside, where that lazy thing wouldn't accompany them. Not when she was in lazy mode like this. Cas gave him an apologetic look. “Maybe later, Dean. I am writing down a report about our last case. You remember how Sam said we should catalog our ‘stuff’ more? I'm trying to do just that, but this thing,” he gestures at the laptop with an air of frustration, “isn't exactly cooperating. Sorry, Dean.” Dean thought to offer his help with the technology, since Cas was even less versed in that area than Dean himself, but he noted how Cas' attention wasn't really on the laptop at all, but rather on the cat that had settled between his crossed legs, so he supposed it was a moot point. “I'll come back later, then,” Dean voiced his surrender. The cat put on a rather smug expression, and Dean could swear that when she stuck his tongue out, it wasn't just to lick at Cas' hand, but also to stick the tongue out at Dean. Dean ground his teeth. You win this round, he thought at the cat. But next time. Next time I'll know to fight dirty.

*** The next time he found Castiel, he was alone in the kitchen, making something that looked like it might be cookie dough. Dean came up behind him, wrapped his arms around Cas' waist and laid his head on top of Cas' shoulder. “Mmm whatcha doin'?” he murmured in Cas' ear. “I'm making chocolate-chip cookies,” he answered, and that confirmed that theory. A cheeky smile crept onto Dean's face. “Can I have some?” But Cas was already driving a finger through the dough before lifting it to Dean's mouth without turning his gaze from the bowl. Dean wrapped his lips around the proffered finger gladly, sucking off the dough, savoring how those little bits of chocolate melted on his tongue and goddamn, Cas really knew what he liked. When he'd licked all the rest of the dough from his lips, he just stayed there, snuggled close to Cas and nuzzling into his neck.

That was nice, he thought. That was very nice. He could gladly stay like this for quite a few minutes more, even without the cookie-dough-incentive, if Cas was willing to hold off his baking adventure a little while longer. But,“Meow!” came the sound of Dean's arch nemesis trampling all over his hopes and dreams. She wedged herself between Cas' and Dean's pressed together thighs and threw a tantrum down there before jumping right on the kitchen counter. “No!” yelled Dean, equal amounts annoyed at this monster pushing Dean out of Cas’ center of attention again, and scandalized at the sheer hygiene violation she presented. “Cats are not allowed up there! Cas, tell her!” The cat tried to peek into the bowl with the dough in it but Cas anticipated her intent and pushed her head back gently, murmuring that “No, honey, that's not for you,” in a much too soothing voice which the cat was undeserving of. He picked the cat up and set her down onto the floor again. An action that required him to step away from Dean's embrace, and then he just knelt on the floor for a minute, promising the cat another, more cat-appropriate snack and completely abandoned the fulfillment of Dean's feed-and-cuddle-quota of the day. It was unacceptable. Unacceptable! Shocked and affronted as Dean was, it took him until after Cas had selected the previously mentioned cat-appropriate snack before he could put his absolute affront into words. He cleared his throat pointedly. Cas looked up at him, from his perch before the cat who had her eyes closed in contentment from being treated like a princess while Cas' boyfriend was brushed aside as though he was a ghost. Or well, brushed aside like not-a-ghost. Because in this family, ghosts were generally salted-and-burned, and not ignored. Point was – “Cas, weren't we in a middle of something,” he reminded him. Cas blinked at him, frown deepening just the tiniest bit and then he said “Ahh,” and nodded. “The cookies! We were baking the cookies.” And he stood up to pre-heat the oven, formed the cookie dough in neat little flat circles and put them on a baking tray. All the while the cat was rubbing against Cas' legs, purring like she was so very pleased with herself. Because Cas didn't mind her clinginess as long as she didn't make him trip which she seemed to carefully avoid. Dean's attempts at casual affection on the other hand, were met with several “Dean”s, all pronounced in that Cas Tone Of Voice Number “Keep-going-and-you’re-in-trouble”. And that's how Dean found himself banned from the kitchen – yes, his kitchen!! – while that walking hygiene offense could roam around freely and claim Cas yet again as hers. *** Dean was beginning to feel rather aggrieved, and it was all to blame on that stupid cat, of course. She was deliberately stealing his boyfriend away, depriving Dean of his much needed Cas-time and Cas, the former commander of whole celestial armies, the strategist extraordinaire who looked at everything from all possible corners before getting an idea of things – that Cas didn't even seem to be aware of her secret ploy. It was really messing with Dean's head, the fact that he always seemed to lose against a furry little pet of all things! He was a hunter for god's sake, a hunter who'd survived to live his fortieth birthday, who'd gone against demons and gods and all kinds of ancient monsters, and now he was gonna be defeated by a measly little kitten? Apparently, yes, he was. Hanging his head (his whole body seemed too heavy to hold up all the way from the lack of Cas he had to suffer, so he kind of just scuffled through the halls of the Bunker until he found a comfy surface where he could curl up and bury himself in his own misery), he made his way over to their bedroom. Where he immediately stopped in his tracks, right there in the open doorway because she was there already, and all up in Cas’ personal space too! God, was Dean not getting any respite at all? It wasn't even cute anymore, how the cat had made herself at home up there on Cas' head while Cas was sipping his coffee. Not at all cute. How her little leg dangled down at one side of Cas' forehead. How she rubbed her cheek back and forth on that fluffy mop that was Cas’ hair.

It wasn't cute one bit. Dean's hand flew down to the pockets of his Dead Guy Robe, following his urge to swing the holy water spray flask at the devil kitten (he'd made it just for an occasion such as this!) but when he raised his hand again, suddenly he had his phone clasped between his fingers instead of the flask, and found himself zooming in on Cas and his cat-hat and snapping a picture of it. He scowled at himself because that wasn't at all what he’d intended to do. But at least now he had confirmation that the cat wasn't a vampire cat because she showed up very clearly on Dean's phone screen! “Dean!” greeted Cas, who'd finally noticed Dean's presence over there at the edge between their bedroom and the hallway. “Why don't you come in?” Cas seemed genuinely confused about Dean's obvious reluctance to come closer, and Dean reminded himself that it wasn't Cas' fault that the cat ruined everything good in life. So he approached slowly, offering a forced smile and said, “Hey.” Cas reached out a hand to draw him onto a sitting position on the bed beside him, and once again just that simple touch, like a glass of water offered to a man dying of thirst, raised to the surface how absolutely neglected Dean was feeling. All the while, the cat was still secure in her position on Cas' head, not disturbed at all by any of Cas' careful movements. In fact, she seemed to have fallen asleep up there. “Dean, I wanted to thank you for your patience these past week,” began Cas what sounded like a long-ish, serious speech. “Because, Dean, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but it seems like Galadriel is quite a bit jealous of you.” Dean bit back a petty 'You don't say'. Cas dropped his gaze to the bedsheet, a rather impressive deed seeing as he still had to balance the cat on his head. “I know how hard it can be to come into a family late, when all the dynamics have been built up already. You try to find your place without toppling the longstanding scaffold of familial bonds that has been established without you. It is a challenging maneuver, just to prove yourself worthy of that place.” Listening to his words, Dean felt his heart sink in his chest. He'd had no idea. “So, I thought, it might make it a bit easier for Galadriel to adjust in her new surroundings if she felt truly wanted here. If I gave her my unshared attention for a while. I realize that might not have helped with her feelings of jealousy towards you, because now...,” Cas sighed. “I'm not sure, Dean, but I think she either fears she has earned your dislike, or she feels validated in segregating you. In either case, I have failed to discipline her right and I want you to know that was not my intention. I will try to correct my mistake and get through to her.” All this time Dean had thought Cas completely oblivious. Instead, Cas had been trying to give the cat what he himsef would have needed back then, when he’d made his first steps into his new home, with the Winchesters. A confidante, a hand to hold. Dean had tried to be that for Cas, he really had. He just hadn't known how much more of that Cas needed. He'd always taken Cas' hesitancy for a sign that he needed space, and Dean'd given him that. But maybe he'd had it all sideways. So Dean slung an arm around Cas' shoulders now, drew him closer, careful not to topple the cat-hat arrangement. “Oh, Cas,” he said. “We're gonna work it out.” He found himself looking up at the cat hat Cas was wearing and snorted at the ridiculous image they made. “You two are sort of a package deal now, huh,” he remarked, and Cas gave him a sheepish smile. Dean remembered what Cas said about the 'scaffold' of their family and how fragile he seemed to fear it to be that such a little pet was enough to shake it. He wondered how much of Dean's distrust of the cat Cas had projected on himself. With a shrug, he added, “Well, guess that makes us a three-package sorta deal, then.” Because he couldn't just let those doubts roam free in Cas' head. Not on his watch. The hopeful glint in Cas' eyes assured him that: message received. “Thank you, Dean,” he said. The cat still slept away on his head. “I know I should've come to you with the cat problem. Sorry, Dean. I just didn't want to trouble you because I know how reluctant you were with welcoming her in our home. But it seems like trying to solve the problem alone just made it worse. So: sorry.”

Dean grinned. “Oh, he learns.”

Cas shoved him for that, gently.

“Okay, okay,” Dean chuckled. “Does this mean I can get my boyfriend back now?”

“Of course,” Cas said matter-of-factly, and to Dean’s immense joy, he leaned even closer, letting Dean’s arms circle him into a warm embrace.

“Yeah, okay,” said Dean, trying not to make a big deal out of the fact that just this casual touch was slowly but surely melting the metaphorical ice around his body that had made him feel like a zombie these past few touch-starving days. “So anyway, now that we've settled that... just one more thing. Can we make this room, at least, a cat-less space? Just our bedroom? There's some things I want for just myself, y'know.” Cas nodded once, a small smile painting his face in mute contentment. “I understand. I will speak with her once she's woken up.”

“Thanks, Cas.” He took Cas' coffee cup from his hands which was empty by now and went to place it in the kitchen's dish washer. Then he made a quick stop at the bathroom to change into something other than the Dead Guy Robe, and before he returned to the bedroom, the idea came to him that maybe he should start trying to get into the cat's good graces. Maybe he should bring a little post-nap snack as a peace offering. So he went back to the kitchen and grabbed one. When he reached their bedroom, the cat was already waiting in front of the door, looking a little miffed at being thrown out. Dean knelt down beside her, ignoring her little antagonistic hiss. “Hey there,” he said. “Looks like we started off on the wrong foot, huh.” The cat was eying him warily, but at least she wasn't outright attacking him. Dean took that as a win. “How about we start anew? Blank slate whaddaya say?” He offered the snack to her which she took gladly, despite her ongoing dislike of him. The way to a cat’s heart, as it seemed, was through its stomach too. Maybe they weren’t so different after all. “I'm Dean.” He reached out his hand to her paw which she ignored, still happily chewing on her snack instead, so Dean made do with tapping her leg lightly once, twice. “Okay. One thing we got in common at least, huh,” He nodded his head towards the closed bedroom door behind which Cas was waiting. “He means a lot to me, you know. And I'm guessing he means a lot to you too. So how 'bout we bury the hatchet, and start trying to do what makes him happy. Which is, ya know, not being a little bitch all day long. Maybe every other day. When he’s not looking.” Dean winked.  The cat had stopped chewing, her head bent down towards the ground. For a little while, all they did was sit there and stare at nothing. Then, very tentatively, the cat moved her head forward and nudged Dean’s hand ever so slightly. He almost didn't feel it, so light was it. But it happened, and it was something, Dean decided. Definitely something they could work with. He nodded at the cat, satisfied with the little agreement they had just negotiated, and slipped through the door. Thankfully, the cat stuck to her promise and stayed outside. And Dean could finally get his oh so long awaited cuddles!

[thatfairyfangirl]

Written In The Stars Chapter 5

“Long have I wished to see the woods of my kin.” Legolas sighed with wonder as the fellowship approached the borders of Lothlorien. “My heart is sad I could not see it in the spring.”

“These borders are well protected.” Aragorn told the troop. “We Will be safe to rest here.”

As they moved slowly forward the sound of running water pricked at the elf's ears, calling him to lead them to a spring trickling into a pool. “The waters of Nimrodel. We should take our rest here. It is said the waters can heal.” Frodo and sam sat dipping their feet in the water, finding the coolness on their feet to ease their sorrow. “The spring comes from the mountain. The Elves in the north woods still sing songs of this stream and the lady who it was named for.” He then in a voice soft as moonglow he sang for them the lay of Nimrodel. Half through his voice faltered. “That is all I can sing. I cannot remember the rest.”

Steluta's eyes fell on the hobbits’ sad eyes as the song was left unfinished, urging her to pull from the bag of gifts her people left a small plain wood flute, coxing from it a heavenly tune before her voice rung out with the words the elf could not find. Legolas's eyes widened as they fell on the wanderer as she sung do eloquently a song of his people. https://youtu.be/lFZbzKN4S78

“You know elven songs?” He asked with an amazed breath, looking on the starry woman in a new light, as if he was truly seeing her for the first time.

She nodded as she put the instrument away. “Why do you think we call ourselves Songmasters? Lay lament or joyful tune...my people make a point of learning them all.” She knelt down drawing some water from the cool strewn to wash the grit of Moria from her face. “We are the keepers of songs long forgotten by their lands and will be even when song is just another legend.”

“You sing it beautifully.” His words were a breath on the wind as he finally began recognizing this old enemy of his people was not the horrible bane he has been told of, but beautiful proud and strong. He saw now in her the beautiful jeweled star.

But soon all were rested and the time to travel on came. “Stay close master hobbits.” Gimli warned as they traveled deeper into the wood of Lothlorien. “They say an elf witch lives in these woods.”

“They say she seduces men. Those who look upon her are never seen again. A good reason for my kingdom to stay far away from these woods.��� Steluta added ominously.

“I am beginning to wonder where the wandering people actually dare to wander. It seems you are more fearful than the hobbits to traipse through anywhere unknown.” Legolas quipped back, not happy with the way they had been speaking about the lady of light.

“Well it is rare for any of us to be without our countrymen. No one goes anywhere without a caravan behind them. We may seem reckless but we are not stupid.” As she spoke she looked down to little Frodo, growing concerned for him as his eyes darted around the forrest frantically as his breathing quickened. “Don’t worry Frodo, we’re with you to keep you safe.”

“Well this is one dwarf she won’t ensnare so easily!” Gimli assured the group. “I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox.” He added just before the group was met with a host of elven arrows.

With a cat’s grace and speed Steluta drew two daggers, chocolate eyes darting around to assess the danger. “Should have known the elf was leading us into a trap.” She snapped just before realizing Legolas was behind her, bow drawn on their possible attackers.

“The dwarf breathes so loudly we could have shot him in the dark.” Stated the head of the guard.

As the fellowship followed to Caras Galadhon Steluta wondered where the forest ended and the city began. She marveled at the way they flowed into one another, homes of bark and trees of silver all swirling into the most beautiful architecture she had ever seen. Should her people ever find their land she knew deep in her  heart this is what she would want the cities to look like.

Seeing the lord and lady of the realm Steluta bent down low, showing nothing but respect for the Lady of Light. “Nine I see here yet ten left Rivendell.” Celeborn spoke with a regal tone that she were sure no Mandalyn could ever match. “Tell me, where is Gandalf? For I would much like to speak with him.”

The eyes of all in the fellowship dropped low with sorrow. “Gandalf the grey did not pass through our borders...He has fallen to shadow.”

The Mandalay princess allowed her elvish companion to relay therstorey, feeling too much guilt to deliver the news herself, yet grateful for the invite to rest and regain lost strength.

As night hugged the trees the haunting beauty of the Elvish lament filled the woods sending chills down the sonstress’s back. There hasn’t yet been time for her to even think on the words shed use to mourn his passing and already the trees were filled with song.

“What are they saying?” Frodo asked sweetly.

“I haven't the heart to say. For me the grief is still too near.” Legolas answered grimly.

“What would you say?” She asked her smaller friends as she beckoned them all close. Legolas watched them as they sat discussing what they would want to be remembered about Gandalf the grey until finally her lute came to life once more in song. https://youtu.be/IGAuJyskX30 Feeling a sense of peace from the song the others fell into slumber, leaving the princess and the prince the last awake.

Steluta bent down to look through the bag, pulling out instrument after instrument, deciding which one she will bring with her for the length of the journey ahead, knowing without a steed she will need to choose.

“Do you need the stars tonight Ninmirel?” Legolas asked from the other side of the clearing. His leather armor was gone, revealing a shimmering grey tunic and silver circlet showing his princely status, hair braided intricately into his flowing golden locks. In the glowing light of Lothlorien he seemed to shine. This must be the beauty of the elves she heard so much about. Regal and pure yet the arrogance of his people no longer found on his face.

She nodded. “I doubt I will find them here.” She answered as she looked up to the canopy of leaves covering the wooden city. “I can wait. We will be under open sky again soon enough.”

“You gave us all a real scare. We were sure you weren’t going to make it.” He said as he moved closer to her, stopping just shy enough to be respectful as he reached his smooth fingers down to her. “I have something I’d like to show you.”

Her dark eyes looked up to him, narrowing just a bit as she read his features, finding the smooth of his skin to be more appealing than not. Giving into her want to be close to him again she set down the bag and took his hand. Slowly he lead her through the trees and over bark laden pathways until they breached the leaves. “This place is so beautiful. When we find our new land I hope it holds even a fraction of how lovely it is here.” A smile crept onto his lips as her eyes filled with the stars, her sun kissed face glowing in their light. When she looked like this he had to admit her beauty, even if it was only to himself. The light of the full moon set her hair aglow showing not just the inky black but hints of every color possible woven into the tangled strands. If this was the beauty of her nomadic people he could look on it for an eternity. The sky flashed with light as a star dashed across the sky leaving a bright trail behind, followed quickly by another. Soon the sky was filled with streaks of flying light. She has seen the star showers before, but never from such an amazing view. Inspired by the light of the falling stars she moved, swaying to a music heard only to her as her hand twisted as her smile lit into laughter. He watched marveled at the sight, he could swear she looked like she was trying to catch the falling stars. Amazed that their cultures were so different, yet at the core they seemed exactly the same. Her bare feet padded lightly against the wood balcony they stood upon as she moved in silence until the light of the sky ablaze in his smiling eyes caught her. “Ochi ca stelele” (eyes like stars) she whispered to herself as her dance was interrupted by her inability to tear herself from his eyes, looking deep into his soul as she stepped closer. He wished he knew what she had whispered, vowing to one day learn the language for her.

“Gellon ned i galar i chent gîn ned i gladhog.”  (I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh)

He said wistfully as he reached a hand up to smooth the tangle of hair behind her ear. The feel of his milky skin against hers sent her heart racing, the flowing words that she couldn’t understand exciting her core.

“What does that mean?” She asked with a whispered breath as she let her fingers trace against his on her cheek, causing him to pull away, fearful he may have overstepped his bounds.

“I had hoped this would do you some good. Tomorrow we set out on the great river south. Perhaps now you may rest.” She watched the moon beams play with the silver of his crown and gold in his hair as he turned to head back to the floor of Lothlorien. Yet she remained there a moment longer, bathing in the starlight as she contemplated what she feels growing within her heart.

“I doubt I will be sleeping any time soon.” She said to herself as she heard a wolf’s howl off in the distance. The full moon was never a friend to her people,

The morning came quick, shining through the leaves like waterfalls of light. Yet it did not wake her, for she never slept. All the night she sat preparing for the journey onward, counting the days until she was back with her family dancing around the flames and rolling her wagon from town to town following the light of the stars to Mandalay.

Now clad in an elvish cloak and broach overtop her Mandalayn armor Galadriel came to the company one by one bestowing upon them gifts of her people. Legolas watched as he loaded lambas bread into one of the canoes as the queen came to the princess. She gave to the girl a wood and silver lined flute. “Thank you lady of light. The instrument is truly beautiful.” She said with a low respectful bow before holding the gift out. ““I thank you for your kind gift Lady of Light, however, the one thing I wish is not something you poses to give.”

As he watched her move his thoughts drifted back to her dance for the stars.“Come on, we better help them.” He heard one of the elves say in their native tongue as he and his companion began aiding the load. “The sooner they are done the sooner the Delebdang will be out of our woods.”

“Call her that again and die where you stand” Legolas snapped to them in common as he drew the bow that was gifted to him.

Galadriel simply smiled, recalling that the Mandalayn people were known for not accepting gifts. “It is true I can not give you Mandalay,” she paused glancing up to Legolas knowingly whose attention had gone back to to helping ready to leave, “nor can I speed nor change what you saw.” But her mind wasn’t on such a thing at the moment. No, her thoughts were dwelling on her brother. “Such a selfless little star.” The elf queen said with a smile, picking up on her thoughts. “The bond between star and moon lives up to the stories I see. Do not despair little star. The shadow of the moon will pass quickly.” She looked up to her with wide eyes as she reached down to kiss her forehead comfortingly, but she was too distracted by trying to wrap her head around how she knew. “If you will not accept my flute please take the knowledge that your people are welcome through Lothlorien as gift enough. I believe soon all the peoples of Middle Earth will soon be united, it is time we start working on becoming friends once more.”

Steluta nodded. “I will tell my father. Thank you lady. Your gift rivals that of the stars.” She said as she stood, taking her leave to load her belongings into the boat.

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The sun shone brightly on the river as the currents took them south towards the gates of Mordor. Steluta’s heart seemed to sing its own song as she looked on the glimmering sunlight in the smooth hair of the elf. “What did she give you?” He asked the dwarf curiously.

“I asked for a single hair from her head….she gave me three.” Both Steluta and Legolas smiled aware of the story of Feanor, that she had given him what she had refused one of the greatest elves. If only he knew how honored that made him.

“And you a flute?” He asked the woman he was quickly realizing he may in fact care for.

Steluta shook her head. “She offered it to me but it was a gift too beautiful to accept.”

“What did you ask for then?” He asked with growing curiosity as he paddled down the great river.

“Mandalay...Nothing she could give.” The smile faded into a confused frown, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what Mandalay was or not. “But she did give me the knowledge that my people are welcome in her borders. That is gift enough for me.”

“You  believe your people would welcome such an invitation?” He asked as his eyes scanned the banks of the river, keeping watch for danger.

“I think it is something we should entertain. If this quest has taught me anything thus far it is that the only enemy we seem to have is the disconnect we share.” She paused thinking about how what she said, “And Sauron.” she added as she pushed her long hair from her eyes with a shrug.

[mithrilbeard]

Why do you feel bad for Rosie cotton?

[TL;DR: cas just aimlessly rambles for 3 and a half days]

ok it isn’t going to be all my reasoning because i’m dumb and my brain tends to get jumbled but:

the main thing is i feel she kind of got shoved in there, which leads to several things. but as far as just being shoved in as a character, she was literally in the last two chapters of rotk and then mentioned at some point earlier in there (i know in the movie sam says on mt. doom that he’d marry her but i still haven’t seen the rotk movie so i’m going strictly on my book knowledge). so one thing it leads to is just putting her in there as a love interest (and just barely at that). no matter how i feel about sam and frodo’s feelings, the canon is still there in that sam (who we can basically agree is the hero, by the archetype drawn for him) ends up marrying her, therefore putting her in place as the hero’s love interest. this makes me shake my head at the amount of straight books and movies and/or romcoms that basically have the same style in that sense. anyhoo, the second thing it leads to is little characterization. sure, she wasn’t overly important to the plot (wow that sounds mean) but like still… she heavily lacks a lot of characterization. at most we know yeah she’s 4 years younger than sam, the cottons were good family friends with the gamgees so they were close in childhood, she waited around for sam to come back and propose to her, she married sam in S.R. 1420, they had 13 children, and then died in S.R. 1482 (most of that came off the top of my head from her wiki, sorry). alright, that’s a few things but it’s not really…. solid per se. And those traits lead to even more red flags. for one, the bit about waiting around for sam sucks in two ways; a) with the way the wiki wrote it, she was desperate for him to propose to her (assuming he wasn’t dead) which almost likens her to just wanting a marriage out of him in vanity (that’s a bit of an exaggeration but) & b) it’s shitty that she did have to wait and be forced by Tolkien to take on the characteristic of having to wait (this one makes no sense but whatever). she could have been given a lot more to her character, like being a badass woman who don’t need no man or not being afraid to throw hands, whatever. which brings me to yet another thing;  the lack of women in the books. i can at most name a handful off the top of my head (galadriel, eowyn, lobelia s-b, and rosie; i mean sam’s sisters too but beside the point) which means there’s a severe disconnection in female:male ratios (wow it’s like the dwarrowdam:dwarrow all over again – that was awful i’m sorry). like galadriel and eowyn are fucking badass and i love them but then there’s just the few others. certainly rosie is badass for surviving 13 buns in the oven but without more of a character arc, my praise for accomplishments falls short. and then tying back to the just general characterization of women as given to her, it makes her, as one of the few women, appear as they thought women were decades ago; insistent on marriage and only a vessel for harboring children, which is wrong in itself. 

in summary: i feel bad for rosie because of just being put in there, with not much to her name and really only as a love interest. in this, she isn’t likened to much and almost poorly represents women, who are few and far between in the series. 

[i know this isn’t everything and i’m forgetting something but i don’t know what i’m missing so]

[deprofundisclamoadte]

“Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.”

tagged by @johnandrasjaqobis​ thank you friend

ok in no particular order, we have:

Where the Curtain Keeps Rising: Castiel’s first meeting with Dean does not happen in Hell. It’s just the first one he’s allowed to remember. Spn, Destiel, set somewhere in season 10 after Dean’s been un-demonized and they’ve locked Metatron up in Heaven, except it mostly sticks to season 8 stuff. Inspired by and expands on a couple posts floating around that are like “what if Metatron’s spell specifically called for the grace of an Angel who was in love with a human and that’s why he picked Cas” and “what if Cas has met Dean in all his past lifetimes but Dean doesn’t remember due to being reincarnated and the angels kept wiping Cas’s memories.” I’m proud of it because most people I show it to go “hEY WHAT THE FUCK” and that’s always fun.

How Light Carries On: Six conversations Tauriel has after.  The Hobbit, post BotFA, past Kiliel. Canon compliant, so yeah, the Durins are dead and it’s v sad. I was annoyed that none of the LotR or Hobbit movies have any of their female characters talk to each other, so I wrote Tauriel having conversations with almost all of the named women in the movies: Dis, Sigrid & Tilda, Galadriel, Eowyn, Rosie Cotton, and Arwen.

Misspellings: "I’m gonna sneak over there and tattoo the word ‘Juicy’ on his fucking ass,“ Anana grumbles. Syfy’s Helix, Sergio/Anana, the flower shop/tattoo parlor AU. This is one where I actually went back and edited and rewrote some stuff (it was for a class), so it might be more polished than some of my other fics.

Carry You Home: "Marriage doesn’t mean you’re automatically going to change. It just means you have this other person to do all your weird crap with.” also Syfy’s Helix, Sergio/Anana. Just a normal AU where they’re all regular civilians, and they’re off on their bachelor and bachelorette parties. Chaos ensues. (Warnings for alcohol.) I’m proud of a lot of the humor in this, I think most of the dialogue flows really well.

in this divine glass: The future has a way of catching up with us all. Teen Titans, Beast Boy/Raven, about the team disbanding and growing up. Quite a few people said it was sad, which ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Nobody dies and the main couple ends up together, and that counts as a happy ending in my book; maybe I’m just a jaded person. What’s funny is that this fic gets more attention on ff.net, but over on AO3, the sequel not hid by matter, which is RobStar, has way more hits.

thanks for letting me talk about my favorite subject, me. anyway, I’ll tag: @carmelacamillamaria, @littleearthboundangel, @desiringtheguilty, and hey if you’re a writer and you wanna talk about your fics, consider this me tagging you