#he deserves everything

[thesummerestsolstice]

I love it when Elrond is portrayed as someone who is a little bit incomprehensible to most of the elves at first. Not even just because he's a half-elf, but because he reminds them all of so many other people, and that layering can be kind of jarring.

He sings beautifully, with a voice that sounds like no elf or man, and it reminds many of the Sindar of Luthien. It reminds some of the Noldor of someone else, another singer with raven-dark hair and starry gray eyes.

The braids he does his hair in– and he always keeps it braided at first, because letting it run loose is another thing that makes people whisper of Luthien– are in the traditional Noldor style. The survivors of Gondolin love that; Turgon always wore his hair in classical styles too. The other part of the House of Finwe that clung to traditional braids goes unmentioned. But everyone knows.

And he was clearly taught about court manners; taught to be gracious and charming, and a very good listener. The elf who could have taught Elrond those things is usually skipped over entirely, in favor of those reminiscing about Idril's graceful poise or Melian's endless patience.

He looks very much like Luthien, but there is a particular Finwean sharpness in his facial structure; something that makes him look a lot like Fingolfin, as well. Fingolfin looked very much like his father. And his older brother.

His smile is just like Earendil's (whose smile is just like Tuor's), and his strange, birdlike laugh is from Elwing. He fights and writes with his left hand– but then, so did Earendil, because while all elves are right-handed, not all humans or half-elves are. He eats no meat– just like Beren, they say, but the way Elrond tells it the choice had nothing to do with that history. There is ainuric power in him and something very human in the set of his shoulders. The flowers grow around any place he stays long enough. He gets sick in a way no elf, and certainly no maia, ever would. His accent is odd, and archaic, and changes noticeably when he's too tired to obscure it. His mannerisms are a mixture of about twelve people, almost all of whom are dead, and several of whom are not spoken of by the time he shows up in Gil-Galad's camp.

And the reflections of Elrond unsettle a lot of people; because one moment they see a fallen hero or loved one, and the next they see the person that took them. Or perhaps someone else, that they never knew at all. There is reverence and fear and uncertainty. It's messy.

Elrond himself is coming to peace with this by the War of Wrath. There is love in carrying the parts of your ancestors with you, even when they aren't around any more. And he knows better than anyone that he is always himself, first and foremost. Still, it takes everyone else a while to stop seeing a ghost and start seeing Elrond.

[nicoliharu]

"I will…work my way up…!"

Thanks to @yuurei20 I was able to read an incredible scene from Ruggie, this novel just gives me even more reasons to admire and love Ruggie Bucchi!

[navnae]

This is eating me up inside, I genuinely want to know why is Steve so okay with putting himself down and everyone just thinks it’s fine? Like no one questions why he thinks so lowly of himself even though he’s done a lot to prove that he’s more than what the show let on. I think it’s weird how in a conversation he’ll slip in comments about himself that are negative. I also think it’s so gross that he can’t have a moment of confusion without being disrespected and I know it’s supposed to be funny but at a certain point someone should really ask “is Steve okay?” I can bet money that the answer won’t be yes.

I also want to add how come Eddie (someone who doesn’t even know Steve from a can of paint other than school) find something nice to say about him and not put him down. This also adds to my list why I think steddie is real but that’s for another time

[sweepingboy]

sweeping general

[nomunun]

The King.

[the-darkestminds]

My biggest fear for the next ACOTAR book is a Tamlin-esq character assassination of Lucien’s character. I don’t think it’ll happen but if it does I will be devastated. If she turns him into an asshole in order to get us to accept Elain’s rejection of him I will cry. 😭

[ryan-waddell11]

happy 11 months of Eddie brain-rot to all who celebrate!!

[macaronissi-mo]

gale & deserving

[yurokiku]

happy birthday ranpo!! 💞

[murdrdocs]

finnick odair x reader who comforts him after a rough day at the capital🙁🙁 my baby deserved sm better

you're waiting for him at home. there were times before that you waited for him at the station, but with the way he seemed even more closed off during those occasions, you found it best to wait for him in the foyer.

it's nearing the evening, the sky turning a deeper blue as the sun begins to set. there's just enough of a breeze in the air for you to have a fire going in the living room, and a kettle full of water slowly brewing on the stove. you haven't made anything for him, not knowing if tonight will be a night where he doesn't have an appetite, or if it'll be a night where he's ravenous.

you're overthinking at this point, pacing back and forth in the small width of distance at the entrance of your home. the thing that halts your pacing is the sound of a key in the lock. the crunch of the key being forced into the hole makes you squeak softly, your feet carrying you just around the corner.

the door opens, keys are tossed into the ceramic bowl, boots thud against the floor, and you count to three before walking from around the corner.

"hey, finn," your voice is soft, gentle. your hands wring at your sweater, and although you want to do the opposite, you stand still in your place, resisting the urge to approach him.

finnick's head lifts from the floor and his sea-green eyes find you. he's blank for a second, but then a gentle smile comes to his face. it grows as you echo the gesture, until the corners of his eyes are crinkling just a bit.

"hey, love."

he doesn't do much else, so you think it's going to be a night of detachment. you prepare yourself to turn around and make a small meal in the kitchen, but then he's speaking again.

"c'mere."

your heart swells and you're quickly doing as he says.

his arms open to welcome you in and your head finds his chest. your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him close to you, holding him tight. whenever his lips press against your head, yours press against his chest.

"how're you feeling?" your words are muffled, even though you attempt to speak them clearly. but you don't want to let go of finnick and he doesn't want to let go of you, but it's shocking that he can understand you.

he hums, sighs, his hands rub at your back. "i'm okay. better now that i'm home."

your lips curl into a smile and you press another kiss into the far-too-thin shirt he wears.

time is spent in that singular space, and then in the kitchen where finnick sits idly while you make the simplest dinner you can come up with. it's shared at the island, and then the night is called to an early end. finnick showers alone, you wait in the bed, where he joins you after a solid amount of alone time. there's some space between you two, and you're fine to keep it that way, content with letting finnick set the pace now that he's back. but finnick holds his arm out and you shyly move closer to lay your head on his shoulder.

his breathing is even, but he's no where near tired enough to sleep, and you let the silence sit atop both of you in the room. you only speak whenever finnick asks you to tell him about your day, a question that you know is meant to prompt a detailed recollection that will surely lull finnick to sleep. you take a breath, rub at finnick's torso through his sleep shirt, and begin speaking.

[kgthesillyclown]

AWWW MY BABY <33

[cable-knit-sweater]

SO PROUD 🥳🥳🥳🥳

[shingodzilla98]

7th year Ominis Gaunt

I’m so proud of this pic. He’s so majestic…so beautiful! So perfect!

💚🐍💚

[stupd000]

I COULD BE A GOOD MOTHER

[mockingjaysnakes]

IT'S TOM BLYTH DAY!

happy birthday to the sweetest and most talented person! thank you for being just the way you are and making so many people very happy. On February 2, 1995. this beautiful baby was born and today he turns 29 years old!

[alma-n]

He deserves to scream into the void as loudly as he can :)💕