#elijah wood my beloved

[melancholia-baggins]

Listening intently to me during our dinner convo last night; he makes the best damn apples and crackers in the whole Shire

[caspianofcamelot]

Quick doodle of this cursed Elijah wood content

[cclumsyart]

[smallest-clown]

Rewatching the fellowship of the ring and cannot stop laughing at Elijah Wood haunting boy face. They randomly zoom in on it and it sends me into hysterics. Like Frodo is the definition of sickly Victorian child. A hot Cheeto would kill Frodo.

[lord-of-frodo-baggins]

Listen, I understand that Sam helped Frodo a lot but it’s really not fair to hate on Frodo for being “weak” or “whiny.” He undertook the difficult task of destroying the ring at his own expense, ultimately irreversibly damaging himself. Sam was there, and he helped Frodo get to the finishing line but he wasn’t the one carrying the burden of the ring. Do you think Sam would have still been the “hero” if he was the one carrying the horrid ring? So I don’t wanna see any Frodo slander here, he was put through a lot of shit he didn’t deserve.

[noweakergirl]

would it be enough if you I could never give you peace?

[philtstone]

you guys i did it i watched the aragorn gollum road trip movie 😭😭😭❤️

[imma-get-a-baggins]

Beautiful, beautiful boy.

[fuckyeahelijahwoodfan]

Handsome happy hobbits 😍😍😍

Dominic monaghan insta

[okidenshi]

I’ve been reading through Fellowship of the ring for a few weeks, which i haven’t done in like, 6 years, but it is. Making me remember how much i love this fucking trilogy man

[carry-on-every-neverland-magic]

Oh nothing I just got Elijah Woods autograph through a virtual con AND HE PUT A HEART

(I already had his autograph from a convention YEARS AGO but I just bought that one from a stall because I couldn’t physically meet him and thats a whole other story) but wow I’m literally gonna cry I love him so much <3

[melancholia-baggins]

Just finished his skin care routine so he’s glowing a little extra 😍

[worldchampionpeccobagnaia]

Moomoo wishes u a very happy get-freed-from-hospital soon

i owe ms molly moomoo my entire life !!!! her little ears keep me going :’)) ♥️

[planetkiimchi]

4 in the morning | h.gh

featuring: hendery x gn!reader

summary — fishing in the woods with hendery. that’s it. that’s the post.

word count: 664 words

author's note: i wanted to write this for jaemin originally, but hendery posted (x), and who am i to deny the temptation of writing for my beloved? also, this was orginally inspired by my trip to the park with a few family friends, and we went to the docks and i saw some signs on sustainable fishing and just thought i wanted to write something domestic about fishing. hope y’all like the brainrot.

p.s. if anyone wants to hear about “the language of thorns’ by leigh bardugo and how i’m unconsciously heavily influenced by ya authors… i’ll be waiting for you.

p.p.s. (yes i have a lot of thoughts what about it) here is a worship song rec for anyone who's christian, gratitude - brandon lake. i first heard this song last tuesday and it fits this vibe well so here you go!

The silver specks of moving creatures slipping past the gentle sway of the waves caught your eye, the tiny fish glittering under the hints of the rising sun’s rays. A breeze blew, taking with it the remnants of the morning dew growing too heavy for the delicate green leaves of the plants that littered the forest floor.

The nature reserve hummed with bright energy, feeding off the thrum of all the precious animals protected within its enclave. There was little threat here to the lives of those who sought shelter beneath the towering trees, and you found solace in the cool shade that accompanied the beginnings of the day.

There was a rustle beside you, and you turned to see Hendery standing there, feet moving surely amidst the grass. The second and third buttons of his shirt were fastened, and the wind played with his collar, the part of his shirt that was left free billowing out in the wind.

He took his place beside you, atop that small plank of wood that served as a seat, both of your feet dangling just above the river. He cast his rod into the stream, sending splashes and ripples dancing across the surface of the water.

The forest brimmed with newfound energy as the sun rose in the sky, a backlit glow casting the barest of shadows on Hendery’s face. His lips lifted as something tugged on his fishing rod, and he lifted it to inspect the fish he had caught.

“Barbodes rhombeus,” he murmurs, and you hastily draw a line in the column for that fish in the journal he’s taught you to keep.

It’s not often that you catch new species of fish, so catching this particular barb for the fifth time this week shouldn’t be disappointing.

Yet, the corners of your lips droop ever-so-slightly when you catch sight of the familiar silver glinting off its scales, wishing something more exciting would happen.

Hendery measures the length of the fish, saying it aloud for you to record, and releases it back into the stream. It wriggles off happily, glad not to have been kept in captivity.

Silence descends upon the clearing once more as Hendery attaches new bait to the hook and tosses it back into the river, leaving the two of you to watch the water and wait for another fish to bite.

Tired, you lay your head upon his lap, his body shielding you from the light as you stare up at his chin, counting the seconds between each measured blink of his. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and you nuzzle slightly into him, enchanted by the familiar scent of his clothing detergent.

Like your mother would say, tā yǒu tàiyáng de wèidào—he bears the scent of the sun. Perhaps it’s the way the sun has seeped into his tanned skin, calling the melatonin to its surface, or the way he hangs his clothes to dry just before midday, when the sun’s rays are the strongest. Either way, it rolls off his clothes like the curl of a surfer’s favourite waves, not sunkissed, but sun-dried.

“Y/n,” he whispers. “Y/n, love, I’ve caught something.”

You sit up in habitual excitement, eyes twinkling with curiosity as he pulls this fish out of the water. It’s both heavier and larger than the previous ones you’ve caught, and Hendery doesn’t identify it immediately.

“Channa gachua, I believe,” he says. “A new one for the collection.”

Happiness bubbles up inside your heart like a pot of milk on the stove, glad that there is finally something new gracing the pages of the journal. You write its name down in the book as Hendery spells it aloud, and draw a neat, dark line next to it.

The warmth spreads through your fingers, your limbs slowly finding life after the hours of biding your time in the woods, sleeping on the forest floor overnight in order to start fishing earlier.

Your patience has finally paid off, and as you glance at the look of concentration on Hendery’s face and the slippery fish he’s cradling in his hands, you think that even hundreds of hours would make this memory worth it.

notes:

*Barbodes rhombeus (Indochinese Spotted Barb) is a small, light greenish brown to silver species of fish that occurs in the Chao Phraya river basin in Thailand, and the huge Mekong river system.

*the 汉字 (hànzì, chinese characters) for tā yǒu tàiyáng de wèidào is 他有太阳的味道

*Channa gachua (Dwarf snakehead) is a species of fish with a maximum length of 18-36 cm, and its body is typically brown to blue-grey, with blue fins, with a red border. It is native to freshwater habitats in southern Asia, where it has a wide distribution from Iran to Indonesia.

[three--rings]

Someone: Rings of Power is just a generic fantasy show, I don’t get what’s wrong with that.

Me: See.  See.  That hurts my soul. 

(And like this is not a personal attack on anyone watching and enjoying the show, or anyone expressing this opinion.)

But like, imagine your favorite thing.  Like book, TV show, whatever, something really personally important to you that you deeply love.  And then imagine someone took that thing, used the names but changed all the specifics and made the characters OOC and made a semi-mediocre generic version of it. 

Like, no I haven’t watched it, tbf.  But I’ve read reviews and all the positive things people say is like the CGI is pretty and it’s nice generic fantasy.  And like...sorry, that’s not enough.  

Like, this is not even really an ADAPTATION, so much as a bastardization, and I think that’s what people need to understand.  They don’t own enough of the rights from my understanding to make it an adaptation.  They are apparently making all of this up from the LOTR appendices?  IDEK.  They don’t own any of Silm and they’re trying to tell the story of it?  Without infringing copyright, meaning it can’t actually be accurate to what Tolkien wrote?  Someone explain this to me. 

One thing that’s occurred to me from this whole thing is that I might be part of the last generation to read Tolkien before seeing any adaptation of his works.  Like I can’t imagine that for people born after the turn of the millennium that they are likely to read the thousand page, somewhat difficult novel without having watched the films.  And that’s fine.  If I had kids, no doubt I’d make them watch the films first to get them interested.

But when I was 11 a family friend gave me The Hobbit and impressed upon me that it was incredibly important that I read this book.  I finished it and immediately made my mom buy me the whole LOTR set.  It took me I think until I was 12 to make it through the whole thing. 

I absolutely cannot express how much Tolkien became part of my soul.  I’ve been using the name threerings in some form since I was 12 and it’s a LOTR reference. 

Younger people can’t know how controversial the Peter Jackson films were before they came out.  How fans scrutinized every little thing to find fault.  The casting of Elijah Wood, omg, the howls against it. 

I was working my first job out of college when the Fellowship came out.  I took the day off to go see it, along with HALF MY OFFICE.  We had our office holiday party that night and LOTR was the major topic of conversation.  (okay we were geeks, yes.)  The debates over the changes.  Arwen instead of Glorfindel, etc...

But the Jackson films (the first three at least, I have Hobbit Opinions) showed themselves to be faithful adaptations made with love and understanding of the source.  Like not perfect.  But mostly with changes that made sense or which could be overlooked.  Tolkien fans felt their cherished texts had been respected.

But this?  This is like all that anxiety and skepticism and then...the best anyone can say is it’s not too bad for generic fantasy. 

I can’t.  You know?  I don’t want to watch my most beloved characters of Galadriel and Elrond (two of the three holders of the Three Rings, btw) in a bastardized generic fantasy. 

[cdyssey]

Yellowjackets 2.02 Thoughts:

Shauna talking to Jackie’s dead ghost is so fucking haunting. The utter banality of the talk, and yet, at the same time, Jackie always urging Shauna towards some sort of precipice, whether it’s confessing the “truth” or acknowledging that she’s the one holding the knife. No one’s doing homoerotic fucked up besties like them. 😭

Tai and Lottie both caring for Shauna makes me tender.

God, I really appreciate Callie’s character. Her parents are really messing her up, and yet, even as she’s cognizant of this, one of the things she seems to be hurt by most is the fact that neither of them have registered that she’s gone. She talks about using the vape to numb herself into oblivion. And that’s exactly how Shauna feels every single day.

TAISSA POUNDING ESPRESSO AFTER ESPRESSO. REFUSING TO SLEEP. HER REFLECTION MOVING. MA’AM, SEEK HELP.

The fucking no-eyed man. I can deal with the extensive gore. I can handle the cannibalism. But THIS GUY. Every time he comes on my screen, I McFreakin’ lose it. What is his DEAL?

Also, why tf is this show so darkly lit? Showtime, do better.

Sophie Thatcher perfectly replicating Juliette’s cadence is always so incredible to me!!!!! Of the casting pairs, I’ve always thought they look the least alike appearance wise, but goddamn, Sophie nails the mannerisms.

“We are an intentional community turning suffering into strength.” Lmao, Lottie. Also, adult Lottie is so, so pretty.

“It’s heliotrope, it’s not purple.” AKQKWKDJWJS.

Lottie treating Lisa like an underpaid intern about the drink, lmfao. Loving adult Lottie’s vibes so far. Her entire enlightened act is so performative, but simmering underneath, is that same uneasy energy that the rest of our core four has. To take the analogy further, she’s seemed to take the Tai and Shauna route of trying to repress what happened in the woods and pretend like everything’s fine. She’s fine. Of course she’s paired with Nat, the perpetual realist here.

Shauna trying to reach out to Callie and being rebuffed at every attempt. It’s not necessarily that it’s too little, too late, and more that she’s ignoring the elephant of a body in the room, trying to move past it, like she always does. Hhhhhghhh.

Misty’s screensaver being a stock photo of ultra cute kittens is perfect. ANQKWOQWODJ, MISTY ANGRILY REPLYING ON “REDDIT” AND THEN REALIZING SHE MADE A TYPO. WKQKWKSJDJAJ.

THE MAKEUP ON JACKIE. GODDAMN.

Tai confronting Shauna is so fucking painful. Sophie Nélisse utterly shutting down. Lottie defending her. I’m so unwell. They both care for her so much, and there’s also this added element of Taissa trying to run from her own demons by making Shauna confront her own.

Taissa and Shauna’s relationship genuinely might be my favorite on this show in both timelines. Like, it is so complicated and raw and brutal and simultaneously so loving. Hhhggsghhhshhh.

Kevyn showing up. Oh, God. Oh, God. And Shauna fuckin’ lying. LISTEN, I objectively know they’re not going to stick Melanie Lynskey in jail (at least for long), but still, I can’t wait for this storyline to be resolved.

KEVYN CATCHING HER IN THE LIE. GODDAMN. BABY GIRL, MISTY MADE YOU A COOKIE TELLING YOU EXACTLY WHAT TO SAY.

AND SHE’S STILL LYING. GIRLFRIEND,THEY CAN SUPBOENA YOUR TEXTS OR SOMETJING.

Callie stepping in to help her mom. I’m actually so tender about their effed up relationship, it’s unreal.

“So you lied to be feminist?” KQQKKWEKDJDJEJEJNSWHAJS.

“At least go through the back in case he’s still out there.” I’m unwell.

Sammy showing up. Hhhhgh. As upsetting as it is that Simone is being so cautious and cold towards Taissa, it is so warranted after finding your beloved family dog beheaded in the basement as part of some fucked up sacrificial altar.

Elijah Wood!!!!!!!!!! AKWKDNNSS. THE KNEE HIGH SOCKS WITH THE SHORTS.

NAT FAKING JAVI’S DEATH, OH, MY FUCKING GOD. CUTTING HERSELF TO FAKE BLOOD. THIS SHOW.

Poor Travis. Oh, my God.

Adult Travis!! The fact that he calls Lottie as well… Simone Kessell is doing such a wonderful job with Lottie; her rage and fear in the Travis flashbacks are compelling.

GOD. TRAVIS INITIATING THIS RITUAL. Whether we can trust that Lottie’s telling the truth, that remains to be seen, but I do think the fact that they’re accompanying the story with a bonafide flashback makes me think that they want us to take it at least some of it at face value.

THE ZOMBIE FUCKING LAURA LEE HALLUCINATION. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. The tenderness in her eyes before LL stepped out of the shadows, though. Lottie/Laura Lee truthers rise up.

Also, adult Lottie/Nat have very good chemistry.

THERE BEING A CHAIN ON TAISSA’S GODDAMN DOOR. DID SHE HALLUCINATE HER SON? UM.

WHERE THE FUCK ARE SAMMY AND STEVE, TAI? 😭

Oh, God. The debate about Jackie’s clothes. So brutal. Like the earlier cabin scenes in this ep. showed, the tensions between the girls are reaching a fever pitch.

Lottie seeing the cut on Jackie’s arm, but not being judgmental about it. Giving her the necklace. 😭😭

Callie, don’t flirt with that grown ass man. Nooooooo.

Callie lying and saying she’s a student at Rutgers, the same school Jackie and Shauna were supposed to go to. ;-;

Shauna going to light the pyre when Nat was confronting Lottie. Hhhhgh.

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE YOU END AND I BEGIN.” NOT A BLURRED MARGINS LINE. FUCK ME UP.

Travis adding Javi’s pants to the fire. 😭 Lottie and Tai being the ones who escort Shauna away. Hhhhhshhhhhhgh.

I’m so excited to see the other adults interact with Lottie.

Nat having a clearly traumatic flashback when she lays down…

AWNDNSNSN, THE BLACKLIGHT NOTE.

THE DUDE CALLIE WAS FLIRTINT WITH BEING A DETECTIVE. JESUS.

Kevyn being soft on Shauna. ;w; I really do like him, and I’m glad they brought him back.

Not Travisnat having sex on the eve when he just found out his brother is dead. NOT HIM ENVISIONING LOTTIE. WOOF.

THE TWISTING AERIAL PERSPECTIVE. SNOW FALLING ON TOP OF JACKIE’S PYRE. OH, MY GOD. IT’S???????? IT’S SMOKING HER. IT’S FUCKING COOKING HER FOR REAL.

TAI HALLUCINATED SAMMY. OH, MY GOD.

“You are… very sick, Taissa.” I’m so sad.

“BAD ONE” TAISSA NOT LOOKING AT THE ROAD, GLARING AT SIMONE. A FUCKING WRECK. SHIT. SIMONE, PULL THROUGH QUEEN. SOMEONE HAS TO BE NORMAL FOR SAMMY.

OH, GOD. THAT FIRST SHOT OF JACKIE’S BODY IS SO FUCKED UP.

THEY ARE ALL GONNA FUCKIN’ EAT HER.

SHE WANTS US TO.

THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY FEAST. IT’S A SACRED COMMUNION. IT’S BACCHANALIA. IT’S STARVING CHILDREN EATING THEIR TEAM CAPTAIN AND FRIEND IN THE WOODS.

POOR COACH BEN. HELP AOQMWNDNJWJWJSJSJS.