#but sure Gil

[softquietsteadylove]

Would you write a soft moment for Thenamesh? Maybe for the runaway AU or beauty and the beast AU? :D

"Thena?"

Gil dragged himself out of bed, nearly tripping and falling in his haste to find her. The storm outside was rattling the window shutters, and it was definitely freezing inside their little cabin from the air seeping through any cracks in the wood it could find.

He made his way down the ladder from the bed loft, trying not to slip. But Thena didn't do well with storms. Even if she couldn't hear the deafening roar of wind like she used to, he was still certain she wouldn't be able to rest like this.

"Thena, are you okay?"

The last embers in the hearth were providing the faintest glow of light in the otherwise pitch black. He moved closer and caught the silhouette of Thena in the middle of the room. She did this sometimes and it scared him a little, moving him to wonder if she was missing her days in the castle--her first, and only home before now.

"Gil?"

He felt around until he could toss some kindling on the embers and start up a little fire again. Just enough that he could see. He sighed.

Thena was sitting in the middle of the floor, her blanket - the one he made her - pooled around her where she had clearly walked aimlessly before just collapsing. Her white nightdress also sat around her legs as she stared up at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently, kneeling down to her now that he could see her, at least.

Thena didn't always sleep well in the bed.

He had tried to get her used to it, but she was much more used to sleeping in a plush nest of curtains and sheets and blankets on the floor. She even apologised every time she ended up regressing back to this method of sleeping.

He had told her that she never had to apologise to him for anything.

"I couldn't sleep," she whispered, her eyes shifting as she listened to the storm around them. She finally looked at him, touching just her fingertips to his cheek, "did I wake you?"

"No," he shook his head, holding her hand in his and pressing it to his cheek. Her hands were cold, "no, sweetheart, you didn't."

She sighed, still sitting limply in her little nest on the floor. "I was trying to sleep in the bed-"

"It's okay," he soothed, pulling her into his arms and tucking her head under his chin. To Thena's credit, not only was she unused to sleeping in a man-made bed, but her bed was also on the ground floor. It was technically closer to the fire, but he wasn't sure if that was really a good thing for her or not.

"It's not as loud as it used to be," she whispered as she pressed her ear and her cheek to his chest. He rubbed her arm, lithe and bony under the linen of her clothes. "But I still don't like it."

He smiled in the dark of his little cabin, no longer just a bachelor suite for himself. He pressed his lips to her hair, which smelled like fresh mountain air. "I can't say I do either."

Thena leaned on him more heavily. "I...I thought about coming up to you."

Gil pulled away to look at her, but she looked away from him. "Why didn't you?"

She toyed with the front of the shirt he wore to bed, sitting loose around his body. He couldn't be sure with the glow of the fire lighting them, but he thought there was some colour in her cheeks, "you were sleeping."

"So wake me."

She looked up at him, but he pulled her blanket up over her shoulders, taking care to fan her hair out for her. She frowned, "but-"

"You can always wake me, Thena," he promised her, holding her hands in his. He bent his head down close to hers, "for anything."

She looked up at him again, although her eyes fluttered closed when he kissed her.

He tilted her head up more gently, his hand trailing down her jaw to her chin. She tightened her fist around a handful of his shirt as they kissed again. He held her hand, assuring her that if she loosened her grip, he would not disappear.

Thena blinked at him in the faint light of the fire, her sandy lashes fluttering around those amazing green eyes of hers.

He brushed some hair away from her face, "Thena, I... "

"Hm?" she tilted her head at him, waiting expectantly for what he was going to say.

Gil blushed. Thena hadn't exactly understood why he was so insistent on getting her a bed of her own instead of just sharing his. He squeezed her hands, "do you want to - just for tonight! - come up...with me?"

Her butt wiggled a little as she sat up (a remnant of her tail wagging days). Her eyes sparkled at him, "really?"

He nodded, already embarrassed at just the offer, let alone what was to come. He sighed, "just while the storm is going on. I don't want you to be scared."

She nodded eagerly, accepting as he helped her rise to her feet.

"Okay, come on," he sighed, helping her gather up her blanket around her and help her up the ladder to the loft. She practically sped the whole way up.

Thena was already snuggled into the bed when he followed. She happily absorbed warmth from his side, although when she saw he was back she kindly shimmied over for him and held out her hand.

"Thanks," he had to laugh, eager to return to the warmth of the bed. Thena was still taking up most of his previous spot, leaving him to warm up the rest of the space of the bed from scratch.

He couldn't be too mad, though; not when she looked so happy and sweet and beautiful.

Thena, still clutching the blanket he made for her around her under his covers, moved closer and kissed him again.

He sighed.

"Thank you, Gil," she whispered as she cozied right up to him under the covers, leeching precious body heat from him shamelessly.

"Anytime, hon," he assured, and meant it as he pulled her into his arms again. She pressed her face to his chest, inhaling gently as the tension finally left her body. They weren't going to make a habit of this or anything but just...just this once.

[gilbirda]

hot take but we as a society need to be more comfortable about discussing "icky" parts of history, and even telling the side of the "bad guys"

hear me out

history is written by the victors, and will be heavily biased. The defeated will be painted as evil, deviants and/or like they have always been "the bad guys".

Reducing people to "the bad guys" does a huge disservice to the opportunity of learning from the past, because it creates a distance between the modern reader and the actual events, it creates the comfortable position of "I'm not like the bad guys, so i will never make their mistakes"

I think is important we understand how and why people believed in something, and where did things turn a certain way. Yes. Even "the wrong side". Even the nazis. Even those people you are thinking about, whoever they are.

Because you are not immune to propaganda and it's so so so so important to understand what happened and how did we get to those points before we fall to the same techniques again and again.

"Learning from the past" isn't deleting the ugly parts or cringing when someone brings up war. Thinking otherwise is a huge mistake and precisely what someone who wants to make the same mistakes wants you to think.

[ducktracy]

much needed reupload of one of my favorite instances of musical timing in ANY CARTOON. this is one of those scenes where i've been mulling over how to properly express the sheer catharsis and wonderment this clip gives me, pontificate and try to sound smart by gushing about the animation technique or the behavioral implications within the scene but i truly think it's an instance where brevity works best: I LOVE IT

[big-ass-magnet]

KLAUS YOU NEED TO WORK ON YOUR COMMUNICATION SKILLS.

[beachyserasims]

Geneva Island Legacy┃Chapter five┃Summer Charity (Part 1 of 3)

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[16sydd16]

Get in, Loser! We're going... to fall in love?

For some horrible reason I am still awake. Thankfully, the archive is up and running, so here's chapter 25 of my Cadina fic GIL! Accompanied by some of my fav @miqyi doodles of all time, from chapter 6. Thanks again miqel, ily💖

[eleneressea]

personal Gil-galad origin theory: He's not a Finwëan at all, if he's related to any of them it's very distantly. He happens to, by chance, vaguely look enough like Fingon that if you didn't know Fingon super well you'd think they looked alike.

He was born a thrall in Angband, escaped sometime around the Bragollach, named himself Gil-galad because the stars were the first things he saw when he left, and ended up with Círdan for a while. He attached himself to Fingon's host during the Nirnaeth and afterwards took charge of the retreating soldiers because there were very few people left who could or would, so it was assumed that he was someone important and people decided that he must be the rightful king, see, he looks like Fingon, must be his son. (No, Fingon didn't have any children, must be from another branch—)

He started calling himself Ereinion because that was vague and nonspecific regarding who his parents were, and when people started bugging him for his full name he also started using Rodnor—in part after the legend of Ghâsh, the Flame, the fearsome elven warrior who escaped from Angband by turning into a bird, who protects escaping thralls, who slaughters orcs and who one day will tear down Angband himself and free them all.

He has some explaining to do once he gets to Valinor.

[lilcathsmith]

Saw a criminal minds version of this and had to do a CSI version

[parme-san]

WHATEVER. look at. um. my self ship art. boy

[braxix]

Elrond: When does the blacksmith open?

Gil-Galad: Pretty sure they're closed.

Elrond: Good.

Gil-Galad: Elrond, where are you going? Elrond?! Elrond!?

[maglor-my-beloved]

Child King's Lullabye

Gil-galad became King far younger than any other Elf, and during unimaginably difficult times. How did he handle the pressure and responsibility? How did war and despair and the loss of his childhood shape him? How did the child with a too-large crown become the longest reigning High King of the Noldor? And what did he lose along the way?

submitted to Scribbles & Drabbles 2024

@fall-for-tolkien

[incorrectringsofpower]

Galadriel: that is an excellent point. I will consider it deeply as I make little mud replicas of you and kick them to smithereens

[otterology]

Lord of the Rings Sauron: A big eye

Rings of Power Sauron: A little bitch

[shima-draws]

Actually curious as to what people’s general opinion of Ozbert is in this year of 2023. Does shipping them equate to getting hashtag cancelled? Are they still The OTP of the series?? Or are they strictly Platonic Besties For Life. I do not know

It’s weird tho bc obviously if you’ve read the manga you KNOW their situation is very Complicated™️. When they were both the same age it was fine but then Oz got yeeted into the Abyss and time jumped 10 years forward while he was in there for like 3 days and suddenly Gil’s like. 9 years older than him. But then Uncle Oscar still classifies Oz as being 25 even tho he’s physically 15. And then we find out that Oz’s body isn’t even HIS it belongs to Jack so that’s messed up. AND we find out Gil’s actually not just 24 he’s OVER 100 years old bc Baskerville shit. And THEN we find out Oz is actually the true B Rabbit so that makes it so he’s probably even older than Gil is. When we get to the end of the series they’re both canonically confirmed to be hundred(s) of years old so I’m sitting here like. Well,

ALSO looking at these manga panels and official artworks and stuff from the anime I’m like

Well, there’s definitely SOMETHING going on there, that’s for sure,

[lizasweetling]

Theft!! Boyfriend theft!!!!

I think the closest Gil has had to a sexy lamp tour was when he intentionally stayed behind on Castle Wulfenbach.

But Tarvek got Yoinked by Othar, the librarians, and Grandma,

and Agatha got Yoinked by Martellus and Beausoleil (and arguably by Cheyenne) without even counting the mess(es) in Sturmhalten

So Yah. Ve's Due.

[beachyserasims]

Geneva Island Legacy┃Chapter five┃Baby Reginald

Meet baby Reginald! Born on Fall 3, in Sulani, 7.6 lbs, “Happiest little bundle of joy”

Loves his mommy… ADORES his daddy!

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