#hey I love lotr for moments like this

[loupettes]

You shall live to see these days renewed. 

[variousqueerthings]

I wanted to hold off on writing anything about Radar until the double “Goodbye Radar” episode

could see it coming up in the episode lists, although I am trying my best not to look ahead, but it sprang out to me, probably because I was also expecting it to happen soon, so I was definitely doing a little sad, but feeling like it was the right time, countdown in my head

I wasn’t sure how I’d feel, as the show has been gently writing Radar out for a couple of seasons now, and overall I think he’s possibly the character that got the shortest end of the stick in terms of allowing his character to grow and change, so it felt right for him to leave the story 

that’s something I’m seeing even clearer now that I’m doing my simultaneous rewatch -- the innocent farmboy didn’t really become quite so innocent until further down the line, and unfortunately he was never fully allowed the ability to consistently grow up (how many times did he lose his virginity only to seem shocked at the idea of sex the next episode?) It wasn’t only that he was more stagnant than the others by s5/6, but that he seemed to ping-pong between two slightly different characters depending on what an episode needed 

that being said, I really do like Radar’s character. I liked especially when he got to be competent, and was recognised for that. I liked that he was a very solid presence at the unit, specifically because he was competent, and I liked what he represented in the story (not the innocence so much as the importance given to a character who wasn’t larger than life in some way). 

Was a big fan of the episode where they introduced BJ, when Hawkeye and BJ snuck him into the officer’s club and later Radar saved a girl from a minefield. I feel like that context makes BJ’s goodbye to him feel even more lovely -- they really met under extreme circumstances (and now Peg is going to pick him up at the airport)

I loved his relationships with Henry and with Potter. If I imagine him post-MASH I think those are the two who affected and inspired him the most, and Potter crying when saying goodbye to him is exactly right. It’s odd, now that he’s gone, I feel like the last bits of Henry are gone too in a way, because they complimented one another (and of course, he holds up the thermometer that Henry gave him, invoking a double loss by remembering Henry’s last story as we watch Radar go)

I very much liked several scenes he had with Hawkeye, where there was a certain fond older-brotherliness to how he treated Radar, ex. when he gave him the purple cross and saluted him, and that one episode where they talk about their parents being a widow/widower -- and Hawkeye has saluted him twice now! I think the only official non-joking salutes we’ve seen Hawkeye give so far? (I may be misremembering) and it’s for Radar, someone who often might be considered unimportant in Big Tales and Heroic Deeds, as war (and mythology) often is. A Samwise Gamgee type character

I also feel like I remember that Radar once asked Sid whether it was normal for a grown man to still have a teddy-bear and Sid suggested (in a non-judgemental way) that while it was very important to him in Korea, he might not feel the same way once he was home again... and now he’s left that teddy-bear to Hawkeye, arguably the character who needs some comfort and assurance the most...

And of course, now that he’s gone the only characters left from the beginning are Hawkeye and Margaret (and Mulcahy technically). There’s something about Radar leaving that feels like an end to the middle of the story and the beginning of the end (an end that is nearly four seasons long -- I’m still placing the show into a structure of course, I won’t know until the story is finished really... and boy, if I’m crying like this at Radar leaving, I don’t think anyone should let me watch the actual final episode, I’ll be crying throughout all of s11. People won’t have seen me like this outside of Lord Of The Rings)

I feel like on a meta level Hawkeye is carrying that knowledge too, but that’s also likely to be my (by now) insane intense projection onto him. Hawkeye really is Bearer Of A Narrative unfortunately, no wonder his posture is so bad

And then, simply, I cried because nobody could give him a proper goodbye, and isn’t that just a small cruelty amongst big cruelties? They’d baked a (probably disgusting) cake and everything! They were going to throw a party! And instead the story/war didn’t give them that little kindness, before reminding them all why they were there, so all they could do was make their goodbyes as sincerely meant as possibly in the shortest amount of time. 

and then he was gone, just like that. Good-bye Radar

Sidenote: wonder if people in the 70s were holding their breath in case the show killed Radar off like it did Henry -- I knew it wouldn’t and I was still feeling that anxiety (and isn’t that meta too....)

[cemeterything]

hey mr loveless, don't know if you're seeing all the hype around dungeon meshi but i read the manga and thought that you might find it interesting because SPOILER it has multiple instances of cannibalism, written... respectfully, as symbol of love and care, not as a joke. the discussion around food, food preservation, starvation, nutrition etc is very good and the story is also incredible. if you find lotr like magic system intriguing please give it a try :)

i may dungeon my meshi once the hype dies down a little bit (not because i hate popular things, just because it's all a bit overwhelming at the moment)

[shirefantasies]

Hey, babes!

Honestly I have brain rot for the idea of the ‘woman of the group does sexy dance to help mission’ trope and like LOTR boys. I also have brain rot for them hearing her sing ‘I Wanna Make Love To You’ by Etta James.

Anyway can I request the elves reactions to reader do a sexy burlesque/strip style dance? Like they in the audience and how they’d react.

By elves I mean: Elrond, Lindir, Thranduil, Legolas, Haldir and Arwen

OK I’M YELLING (I went ahead n threw our girl Galadriel in there cuz gotta catch em all right? 😁) there’s not really a mission lol but hope this does it justice! My latest D&D session the other night ended with burlesque performance so this feels like the perfect time to post this hehe

The Elves Reacting to F!Reader’s Burlesque Performance

Warnings: suggestive obviously 😆

Thranduil

Sure, he knew you’d all but been dared to set foot upon the stage, but something in your resolute expression and the long robe you wore had Thranduil’s eyebrows raising. Nary did he expect the way your hand shot out, grabbing the pole the moment the lights dimmed, or the way your robe dropped, revealing the lowest-cut, highest-slit dress he’d ever seen you in. Breath hitching, he watched as a long wave of fabric draped between your gorgeous legs, which wrapped around the pole as you climbed it. Eyes darkening as you spun, he could hardly help imagining what, or whom, else they could wind around so, and if he would ever be so blessed to see the confident air overtaking you again…

Legolas

Frowning, Legolas disappeared further into the gathering crowd. Gimli was the one who’d dared him to attend the show, telling him he was sure no pointy-ear could handle it. How could it be so, simply a performance? The crowd looked far too eager for you to be putting them into any sort of- oh. You emerged onto the stage, forearms and down covered with feathers like the wings of a great bird. Your legs were almost entirely bare, skirt minimal and bodice little more than a corset. Twirling and pirouetting into poses the woodland prince could only describe as suggestive, you beamed innocently at the crowd and hid behind your feathers, lashes fluttering. Another performer emerged behind you, hands on your waist and fingers deftly loosening your corset… Gripping the arms of his seat tighter, Legolas leaned in, a yearning in his own fingers readily accepting his friend’s latest challenge.

Haldir

A dancer you were. That was a known fact whispered among those familiar with you, often calling you something of a knife-dancer. Curiosity got the better of Haldir when scandal colored whispers of your performance right outside the woods. Was it dangerous, perhaps? Pride flowed into the little smile of anticipation he wore as fast-paced music filled the room and flames were snuffed, leading you to slide gracefully into the dim. Crouching, you crawled to the edge of the stage with a bloodthirsty grin that sent shivers down Haldir’s spine. Flicks of your wrists revealed your famed blades, which you twirled, tossed, and dragged gently along the length of your tongue. Brows raising, he found himself leaning forward with new interest. What sort of dance was- Coherent thought ceased immediately when you tossed your blades, caught them, and began slicing away at purposefully shoddy seams upon your outfit, revealing more and more until the elf was on the edge of his seat…

Galadriel

Hearing of a new form of entertainment served only to pique Galadriel’s curiosity and draw her from her frequent solitude. After all, if it was making her people happy… She did not expect to see a lone performer upon a platform, elaborately feathered fans covering most of her figure, but there you were. Clad all in white, at least from what she could see near your feet, you slowly closed the fans. The long swaths of fabric that hung near the ground begun only at your hips, the expanse of your legs utterly bare as you extended them, moving gracefully across the stage as your fans accentuated every curve and undulation of your body. Jerking, you rotated, hips swiveling as you happened to face the Lady of Lórien, and watching you through her lashes Galadriel felt a devilish smile rise to her lips. She saw exactly why there had been such a buzz…

Lindir

There had been talk of you giving a performance of some kind, but all Lindir had been able to retrieve on the subject was that he should quite like to be in the audience, so with a light heart he shuffled into the crowd, pleased to be quite close to the stage set up for you. Perhaps you’d learned a new instrument under his nose and wishes to surprise him with a performance! Perhaps- You slunk to the center clad in, oh dear, quite a sheer skirt. Feeling a rush of heat to his face, he tried to focus upon the swell of music, largely successful until you ripped your top off, hips swinging lower as your layers thinned and thinned… You froze momentarily, wearing little more than your corset, and made direct eye contact with Lindir, whose eyes widened and body felt quite faint. Slowly, deliberately, you took up your dance once more, grinning at him as you began unlacing the back of your garment. His hands shot up, half-covering his face, but he couldn’t help himself peeking again and again.

Elrond

Housing a troupe of performers was certainly an unusual set of circumstances, but not in the slightest beyond the reach of the great homely house. Indeed, at encouragement from Lindir to let music fill his halls, Elrond acquiesced to a performance, unknowing of the so-called ‘dancers’ who would emerge after the exuberant wind section. In fact, it wasn’t until they called you out that Elrond’s eyes widened, brows expressive as ever as they flexed in great shock. You were lowered down on ropes, sitting with your legs largely bared and swinging. Garments- quite the loose term- of drapery covered the rest of your form, but as you leaned back in your swing, you began twisting, swiveling, removing one veil after another… Elrond found himself looking this way and that, but his eyes could never leave you for long. Feeling his gaze darken and his hands flex, he wondered what he had gotten himself into…

Arwen

How scandalous could it be? Many a friend or even a family member or two had rolled eyes and whispered harshly about your performances, but Arwen was not afraid. No matter what it was said to be, she would experience it for it to be so in her mind. Thus she found herself in the audience of the very subject of contempt, the somewhat smaller ratio of maids to men not lost upon her. A great fount was all Arwen could see at the center of it all, at least until one bare leg slowly arched from its edge. Blinking, Arwen watched as it was followed by another, each of them kicking some water onto the crowd before your hands gripped the other side, flipping over to render most of your body visible. Hanging from the sides, you swiveled your hips, head innocently rested upon your folded arms as if your…ahem…rear end were not moving so. Sitting up, you let go, dropping back into the water with a splash before emerging again and grinningly tossing water on more patrons. Arwen found herself mirroring your expression, following your every motion with interest and a strange sense of elation.

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[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

'Ruined' domesticity - e.m. x gn!reader ft. Uncle Wayne (dad💗)

Summary: You and Eddie are both cuddling in bed after a long day full of all the usual bullshit and just as you reach your threshold consciousness, Uncle Wayne comes home from work and you 'ruin' the moment by launching out of bed to give him a hug. Uncle Wayne would later call it a 'flying tackle', but you won't care. All you ever want is the Munsons home together with you, and they're here. This is just another favourite part of your day, but it always happens right at the end... as Uncle Wayne comes home, you and Eddie come home to yourselves. Home is where the heart is.

A/N: Inspired by a conversation @thefreak0fhawkinshigh and I have had a few times. I couldn't get this little daydream out of my head. If you spot the LOTR reference, I'm giving you a forehead kissie.💗This is self-indulgent as all hell, I just wanna attack Uncle Wayne in a hug and call him dad and feel him hug me back. I just want to be loved by a parent since my own do not care.

TW; this is just fluff but in case it's triggering to anyone, there's swearing in the narrative, Eddie is a squeezer and I describe his hugs as being held by a boa constrictor (positive, affectionate, I adore snakes and Eddie), mentions of unspecified stresses in your lives, reader calls Uncle Wayne 'dad'; there is no familial connection but he's a definitive paternal figure to Y/N, mentions of reader's parents not taking good care of them so Uncle Wayne is very much their father figure and fulfils the role perfectly because of course he does!😭🥺

Gender neutral reader & no coded language.

People who wanted to be tagged: @ali-r3n @jslittlebirdie

Word count: 2, 080.

Finally, finally, you were exactly where you had wanted to be even before you had dragged yourself out of bed this morning.

Wrapped up in Eddie Munson's arms, and he in yours.

Limbs tangled together, heads sharing the same pillow, your arms around one another so tightly that you could feel his heart pounding against the safety of his ribcage and fluttering against your own. You could feel your own heart racing, too, your blood singing in your ears even as you laid there waiting for Morpheus to embrace you.

The 'you' was singular but it included you and Eddie, for nowhere would either of you go where the other couldn't follow.

Eddie hummed contentedly as you pushed your body into his, curling your arms tighter around his shoulders as you nuzzled the cool tip of your nose into the crook of his neck.

"Love you so much, Eddie," you mumbled, carelessly pressing kisses to whatever part of him was nearest, "don't know what I'd do without you."

Eddie had a feeling that you had more to say, so he squeezed you even tighter into him, until not even a sheet of paper could have been slid between your bodies, and awkwardly moved so that he could kiss the top of your head. "I love you too, sweetheart." No matter whether you were mid-intense discussion or half asleep, you and Eddie always said those few words back to each other. Even if such a 'rule' hadn't already been in the Munson Doctrine, you would have made it an addition; Eddie knowing how important he was to you was always a top priority. The thought of Eddie not knowing how loved he was made you feel genuinely sick.

"I just miss you all the time," you sighed, "even when you're right here." You squeezed Eddie and he playfully groaned, pretending to be in pain from the strength of your grip. "Want you around all the time. More I have, the more I want of you. Don't wanna let go."

"Whoa, hey," Eddie grinned a megawatt grin which left your heart aching, giddy was he to know just how loved he was by you, his eyes soft with all the love in the world because he never thought he'd ever have this with anyone, let alone with you, "you don't have to miss me, okay? I promise. I'm right here, sweetheart." He tightened his arms around you again until you felt, for a second, like you were being held by a boa constrictor (and you loved it when Eddie held you like that). It was a silent reciprocation of everything you had just shared, and a mutual need to have you as close to him as possible. In turn, you pressed kisses where you could reach. With you and Eddie, the more affection which was shared, the more the love grew. Your hearts were so big anyway but they were limitless and timeless when it came to each other.

You could never get enough of Eddie; your heart squeezed so much that it made your chest physically ache with the force of all the love you held for him. You both laid there, wrapped up in one another's embrace and not willing to let go for even a second. Little more was said as the both of you wound down for the night. Just holding each other, breathing and thinking and finally finding peace in one another's company after yet another crazy day full of too much to do and little time to do it in, mixed up with all the usual bullshit which life liked to throw at you like you weren't already busy enough.

You and Eddie were creeping closer and closer to your respective threshold consciousness, but just as you allowed yourself to properly settle down with the intention to sleep, you heard the roar of a van coming down through the trailer park, tyres crunching on gravel, and then the sound of a car door opening and closing. Boots bit down on gravel and then concrete, and you froze as you realised that the steps the feet were ascending were the ones outside the trailer. Which meant only one thing:

Uncle Wayne was home.

There was the familiar jangle of keys and before you even realised what was happening, your body was wriggling out of bed. Now that Uncle Wayne was home, there was no way you would relax enough to fall asleep without being able to say hello and give him a proper hug.

"Mm?" Eddie sleepily shuffled around, his hands patting around for you. "Wassit?" It would have been enough to make you get back into bed at any other time, but this was Uncle Wayne. You could cuddle Eddie any time you wanted, but Uncle Wayne was only around for limited hours every day and you always made a point to seize every opportunity for a hug that you could. He was more of a father to you than either of your parents had ever been, and he had only been too honoured the first time you had told him. He was used to you greeting him excitedly and always with some sense of urgency. You had been waiting for this moment all night and now he was here.

"Dad!" You hissed, shaking Eddie gently, "dad's home!" you were desperately dodging Eddie's grabby hands as you tried to untangle yourself from the hot bedsheets which you and Eddie had been sharing for several hours. Finally, you got yourself free, hopping awkwardly on one foot to make sure that you didn't trip over the sheets wrapped around your toes. You moved much faster than your sleep-heavy mind could comprehend as you were already in the hallway by the time your mind told you that your limbs were cold from being in bed for so long. "Dad's home dad's home dad's home!!!!" Your words quickly became nonsensical as your excitement heightened and you ran down the hall, just catching a blur of red and blue flannel closing the front door behind him, a hand deftly locking it, before you launched yourself at it. "Dad!!!"

Uncle Wayne was very used to being attacked when he came home from work. Anyone who knew him, though no one knew him better than you and Eddie, knew that he adored being attacked when he came home. It meant that he was home, that he was safe, that he was loved. Eddie had been throwing himself out of trees and vans and into his Uncle's arms for as long as he could remember, but now you did the same thing... it had been just over a year since you had begun to date Eddie and you were well and truly a Munson now. Honourary, at least. But still... a Munson.

And that meant that you were 'allowed' (encouraged) to indulge in the luxury of doing what Eddie liked to do every morning before school after setting up the trailer so that his dad could reheat dinner, shower and then collapse into the bed Eddie unfolded and set up for him - throw yourself at Uncle Wayne in a hug. But more than that, oh, more than that... you would be caught, held tightly, and feel yourself coming home just like Eddie did, when he did the same.

If anyone other than a Munson tried to do to Uncle Wayne what you and Eddie loved doing, then woe betide them. Being loved by a Munson as a Munson came with a different set of rules, a different way of expressing and sharing love. The only exception to that may well have been Dustin... everyone loved Dustin, and for good reason. He, too, could score an Uncle Wayne hug, but he would not have been allowed a moment of flight beforehand, unlike you and Eddie.

Uncle Wayne's arms were already open for you; he had heard you almost yell Eddie out of his threshold consciousness and then bound down the hallway, through the living room, and then -

home.

Uncle Wayne grunted, a gruff oof as you collided with him in that red and blue flannel you loved so well. He didn't stumble, he didn't falter. No, he merely adjusted his feet, caught you in his arms, and held on tight. "Well, it ain't a proper homecoming 'less someone throws themselves at me." Uncle Wayne's greeting was saturated with laughter, his ocean blues deeply creased at the edges and alight with tender affection. He squeezed you in his arms and you nuzzled in, smiling to yourself as your body took a natural deep breath of its own accord. "Hey there, darlin'," Uncle Wayne ducked his head down to press a kiss to the top of your head; it was all he could see of you. You moved your arms so that instead of being over the top of his flannel, you moved them down and then under his flannel, where it was warmer and closer to your dad. "Take it you missed me?"

"Even when you're here." You squeezed Uncle Wayne around the middle, letting yourself sink into the hug with the man who was more of a father to you than either of your parents had ever been combined. You didn't want to let go but you knew that you would have to eventually. "How was work?"

"Miss you too, darlin'. You and our Eddie." Uncle Wayne sighed between greeting you and answering your question; the exhaustion in his voice made your breath get stuck in your throat. "Oh, same old, y'know." You had the feeling that Uncle Wayne was going to elaborate a little, but before he did, there was a loud and overdramatic sigh from behind you. You gave Uncle Wayne one final big squeeze before you stepped away from him. You stayed close, though, and waited to see if your Eddie would join you in greeting his dad.

"Would you quit stealin' Y/N from me, man?" Eddie's words were harsh, but his tone was soaked with barely restrained laughter as he bounded across the trailer. He skidded to a stop in front of his dad, thought better of it and then jumped at Uncle Wayne, throwing his arms around his dad's shoulders as he pulled himself in.

Uncle Wayne chuckled. "I did no such thing! Y/N attacked me!" He held onto Eddie like if he let go, then Eddie would slip through his fingers like the sands of time. "I ain't gonna complain about that, you know I ain't." Just like with you, Uncle Wayne let himself both sink into his hug with Eddie as well as be the strong wall for Eddie to melt into. The hug between the Munson men went on for longer than the hug you had with Uncle Wayne, but that was okay - you could have a hug from him any time you wanted, all you had to do was ask. And sometimes, you didn't even have to ask; just one look at you, when you were in a certain mood, and Uncle Wayne knew that you needed to be sandwiched between him and his boy for an undetermined amount of time. Uncle Wayne tried to let go of Eddie, but the boy whined and Uncle Wayne smiled to himself and squeezed Eddie tighter. "Easy, son, that's it. You know I ain't lettin' go 'til you want me to. M'right here."

Eddie sniffled and mumbled something like, "never gonna want you to let me go, dad," and your heart melted into a puddle on the floor, right along Uncle Wayne's. You weren't supposed to hear it, only Eddie's dad was, so you let Eddie keep his secret. Finally, Eddie literally wriggled his way free and found his way back to you as Uncle Wayne turned to look around the trailer. He saw the pull out sofa ready for him with the duvet pulled back and the pillows fluffed up, he saw frying pans and dishes on the draining board next to the sink and suspected that dinner leftovers were waiting for him in the fridge (he was right), and that the shower would be ready for him as well with pyjamas and his usual products (it was). His kids had made sure that all he had to do was eat, shower and then sleep, and warmth bloomed in Uncle Wayne's chest like flowers in a garden.

An eternal spring day, deep inside, forever.

[leahsflwer]

LOTR pref - Y/N being drunk and flirting with them 🫣🤪

Warnings: Not much Really.. fluff mixed with very light smut :)

LOTR characters x Reader 🌸

Aragorn -

At first he was laughing at you when you started drinking and just let you do you, but when you came over to him and started outlining his jawline he became panicked. As much as he wanted it he wouldn’t try anything while you’re drunk. So off to bed for you, don’t bother trying to say anything else because it will be a simple

“No. You’re drunk doll. Now sleep.”

Legolas -

He felt his fingers begin to tingle from the alcohol he was not used to. Only elvish alcohol was what he could take. But he was still slightly there to notice how drunk you got. You were a runaway elf, so you were used to running to different places and drinking different alcohols none like him. But he became instantly flustered when you sat on his lap and started playing with his hair. He just admired you with a smile and you both eventually passed out.

Boromir -

You never thought of him in a dirty way until that alcohol hit your system. You couldn’t take your eyes off him and it bothered you. But you couldn’t deny how good he looked and it helped you realised that you actually liked him. Making you confident enough to straddle his lap and kiss him. He would be shocked but quickly grin and melt into the kiss. Gradually pulling back and looking into your eyes.

“I’d kiss you again if you weren’t drunk love.”

Faramir -

You had your little pouch of goodies which secretly included little bottle of alcohol. Which due to the terrible state you were in with the war soon to be, you drank it. Faramir noticed you drinking and sat beside you, taking it a having the last amount for himself. But he wasn’t expecting you to grab his chin and make him look at you. You complimented his eyes and he got flustered but just laughed and thanked you for the drink.

“Now we should sleep, we have a long journey ahead of us darling.”

Merry -

He was dancing like a maniac with Pippin and only stopped when he was exhausted, leaning on the wall and closing his eyes as he laughed, trying to bring himself back together. Only to feel hands cupping his cheeks. He got shy when he saw you looking at him. You wanted a kiss and your eyes said it all but Merry knew it was was odd. But he was drunk as well so he also had a side that wanted to.

“Be careful Angel. I might have to ignore my mature thoughts and kiss you if you keep staring at me like that” he chuckles.

Frodo -

He was immediately flustered and confused when you gave him a back hug. Your lips placed a warm, yet soft kiss on his neck. It sent shivers throughout his body. You were only slight taller than him, but he liked that. Turning his head to look at you just shyly smiling, trying to laugh it off like he was all good and not panicking inside.

“H-Hey! It’s a fun.. ah.. party?” Shy king

Pippin -

Pippin already noticed how drunk you got and saw you checking him out as he danced. So right at the end he made the move by pulling you onto the table and kissing you. Merry laughing and everyone else clapping. You were drunk and were the one however to try and continue the kiss after you both got off the table. You grabbed his hand and took him to a private area, but Pippin didn’t care he kissed you until Aragorn showed up and asked you to the get a room. Cringing and ruining the moment making you both laugh.

Sam -

He was so sweet and kind. Not knowing how to feel when you started being all affectionate. He enjoyed it but was confused by it coming from you who was usually stubborn and nothing like that. He just panicked and talked about the first thing that came to his mind. Blushing anytime you got closer to him.

“Ah.. potatoes.. are- what are you! Potatoes I said.. they’re delicious, yes?”

Arwen -

She was just having fun with the group and smiled as you laid your head on her lap, playing with the lace on her dress. She loved how soft you looked in your drunk state. When you gently tugged on her dress and pulled her down to your level, she blushed and was fine until she noticed her father in the area and she shyly backed away and sat back up, shyly giggling.

Lindir -

You were a dwarf-human and he was not expecting you to actually enjoy elvish wine so much. But you did and he just admired you, leaning on the table and laughing at you as he swirled his wine around in his glass. Blushing when he felt your hand on his thigh under the table. Elrond was across the table from him and he would be in a whole lot of trouble if he got caught. He placed his hand on yours to try and stop you from moving at all. He definitely had a red face and was asked if he was alright by other elves.

“Yes. I’m quite alright Lord Elrond.”

[forever-rogue]

Hi 👋🏻 how are you?

I was wondering if I could request a Halloween prompt with eddie please?

Reader doesn't quite understand his love of fantasy/LOTR/ DnD stuff but they love how passionate he is about it all.

So for Halloween as a surprise, they dress up in full fantasy outfit LOTR style and as soon as Eddie seems them, his mouth just drops 🥰

Thank you 😊 Hope you have a lovely day!

AN | Okay but dressing up for Eddie? Sold 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You’d be lying if you said you fully understood Lord of the Rings or Dungeons and Dragons, or so many of the other things Eddie was into. It wasn’t that you didn’t try, oh you did, but things were just so complex that it was hard for you to follow and keep everything straight in your mind. But - you did love and understand Eddie, so you did your best to take part in his interests. After all, Eddie did the same for you, and that was one of the simple beauties of your relationship.

Halloween was just around the corner; it was the first one you were spending together as a couple, and it also happened to be both of your favorite holidays. And you came up with a brilliant way to celebrate the holiday and to do something a little special for Eddie. To be fair, it was a little selfish too; you had a feeling he would like your surprise and you’d get a little something out of it. But that was, of course, not required, but it wouldn’t hurt. 

So as your little idea popped into your mind while you were showering and getting ready for school one morning, you decided that you were going to figure out exactly how to dress like one of his favorite characters from Lord of the Rings.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───-

“You’re awfully quiet,” you felt him brush his knuckles over your cheek as you looked up from your notebook. You snapped it shut before he could get a good look at it and shoved it into your backpack. Eddie chuckled quietly before taking your chin in his hand and turning your face to his, “what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, angel?”

“N-nothing,” you swallowed thickly and shook your head as best as you could in his tender grip, “just writing down some…stuff is all.”

“Some stuff,” he repeated as you nodded, “what kinda stuff? It must be something important if it’s got you so focused.”

“‘s not,” you circled your fingers delicately around his wrist before bringing his hand to your lips and pressing a soft, barely there kiss to his knuckles, “swear.”

“Whatever you say, little bee,” he gently booped the tip of your nose which caused you to giggle softly, “hey - I love you.”

“Oh,” your face warmed under those big, soft brown eyes as he beamed at you. He’d said those words to you at least a thousand times by now, but it still made your heart pitter-patter like mad and butterflies flutter in your tummy, “I love you too, Eddie bear.”

“You still wanna come round to mine later? Watch some movies and stuff?” Despite being your boyfriend and having been one and the same for some time now, he still grew nervous, his cheeks flushing a pretty, peachy pink. He relaxed when you nodded eagerly, “yeah?”

“Of course,” you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. He reached up and touched the spot where your lips had blessed his skin, “I’ll bring some snacks!”

“Sounds perfect, angel.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were about half paying attention to the movie that played on the small TV in Eddie’s bedroom. The other half of your mind was focused on the finishing touches for your little costume surprise. You only had a few things left to get and then soon enough it would be Halloween. 

“Eds?” you blurted out before your mind caught up to your mouth. He turned to you and raised an eyebrow before draping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side, “what color hair do elves have?”

He stiffened for a moment before pulling back and looking at you with curiosity twinkling in his pretty eyes, “why?”

“Just curious,” you smiled at him sheepishly, praying he wouldn’t dig too deeply, “no particular reason.”

“Mhmm,” his smile really was so pretty, teeth and dimples and those little crinkles in the corners of his eyes, “you’re up to something, angel, but I’m not going to push you…just yet.”

“Eds, love, I’m just asking,” you were trying your damnedest to appear cool and collected, “I remembered that one of the two mentioned an Elf character at Hellfire the other night. A-and the in the Lord of the Rings, when you’ve read it to me, there’s always elves. So…just curious.”

“I always wondered if you were really paying attention when I read to you,” he teased gently as grinned. Of course you did; you loved his voice and getting to hear him act out whatever he was reading at the time…even if it did lull you to sleep sometimes. But you chalked it up to just how calm and soothing his timbre was, “good to know you pay attention to me.”

“Always Eds. I love hearing you talk. Could do it forever and ever and then some more,” you promised as you leaned over and kissed his soft lips, “so…what color?”

“Calm down, pushy,” he stole another few sweet kisses, “if we’re talking DnD, different types of elves have different hair colors. Such as wood elves - they’re more likely to have darker hair to blend in. But in Tolkein’s world, more of them are either golden or silver haired. But there’s darker haired ones too but they’re often at - oh. I’m boring you, aren’t I?”

“No,” you were looking at him softly with starry eyes, “not at all, Eddie Munson. You are the most fascinating person I’ve ever met.”

“Sarcasm?”

“Absolutely not,” you threw yourself into his arms and he eagerly pulled you into his lap, his big, warm hands settling on your waist. Your hands found his shoulders and you leaned in towards him, letting your nose brush against his, “you’re my favorite person. I love you so much.”

“I love you so much and then some,” he promised, “my smart, pretty, wonderful girl.”

“Honey boy,” your smile was breathtaking as ever, “now tell me - what hair color is your favorite?”

“Yours!”

“For elves, doofus.”

“Still yours,” he laughed as you playfully rolled your eyes at him, “if I had to choose…I am a fan of Galadriel and Legolas, so I guess silver?”

“Noted, thank you very much kind sir,” you kissed his nose, “will you read to me now?”

“Dealer’s choice?”

“Always,” he reached over and pulled a book off his nightstand as you turned off the TV, “just want to lie down and have you take me on an adventure.”

“I can do that in a number of different ways, you know.”

“Eddie!” your whole face flushed with warmth as he just laughed, “read to me!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was Halloween and your costume was ready. And you hoped it was perfect…well perhaps not perfect, but you hoped Eddie would like it. He’d been asking you what your plan was for weeks, but you kept him at bay and kept coming up with weak excuses such as that you weren’t even sure if you were going to dress up. But he knew - he knew you so damn well - that you were up to something. He decided that he’d just be pleasantly surprised. 

But he was still pushy - this was Eddie Munson after all. 

“Hey,” you picked a random t-shirt off the floor and tossed it at him, “no cheating or peeking!”

“I wasn’t!” you both knew his insistence was a lie.

“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow and pulled your bag towards you, “is that why you’re practically burning a hole into my bag with that stare?”

“Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere,” his audacity never ceased to amaze you. You reached down to pick up your bag and took his chin in your hand as you tried to give him what you considered a stern look. His smile was so dopey but sticky sweet, “I like this side of you, when you get all rough, baby.”

“You’re the worst,” you placed a sloppy kiss to his cheeks before letting go, “now put on your costume and I’ll put mine on. You know Stevie’s gonna kill us if we’re late!”

“You’re the one that’s stalling right now baby,” your eyes narrowed at his cheeky grin, but you couldn’t even deny that he was right. He chuckled slightly as you huffed, “come on, gimme a kiss and then go change.”

“Fine,” you gave him the quickest of kisses before taking everything with you and darting into his small bathroom. You let out a nervous little breath as you discarded your normal clothes and started to pull on your costume. Weeks of planning all came down to this - and you hoped you hadn’t missed the mark.

Eddie’s costume had been simple enough to pull on - a vampire. You’d laughed when he told you and reminded him that he could basically just wear any of his normal clothes. He dropped the black and crimson cape around his shoulders and was about to put on the silly plastic fangs when his bedroom door creaked open and you slowly came into the room.

The first thing he noticed was the shy little expression on your pretty features which caused him to melt. Only after that did he notice your meticulously put together costume, complete with a long, silvery wig. His mouth opened and closed a few times as you held out your arms and gave him a little twirl. The fact that he was giving you that look made you feel more confident, “well? What do you think?”

“Elven princess? He almost choked on his words as you nodded eagerly. His eyes softened and his face grew slightly red, “t-that explains your sudden interests in elves. I knew you were up to something.”

“A little surprise,” you admitted, “I thought it would be fun…and I thought you might like it.”

“I love it,” he admitted, “it looks amazing. I mean, you’re always beautiful, but you’ve never been a beautiful elf before!”

“Well, thank you Mr. Vampire,” electric shivers ran down your spine as when he touched over the soft fabric on your arm, trailing his touch up and stopping at your throat, “so, elves? That’s what gets you going? Noted.”

“You,” he whispered, trailing his hand down your side and stopping at your waist, “you get me going, baby. You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”

“Duh,” you teased softly, picking up the cheap plastic fangs from his dresser and clacked them playfully, “you’re fucking amazing too, Eddie bear.”

“Can I kiss you?” you looked up to find him watching you with nervous eyes.

“Of course,” you nodded and leaned in but he quickly stopped with firm hands on your shoulders, “Eds?”

“I’m going to try and control myself but you’re making it really hard,” he closed his eyes and sighed as you giggled. Maybe you should dress up as fantasy characters more often if they got him this…bothered, “it’s just really hot, okay? You’re really hot and…”

“Do you think Steve would mind if we were a little late to his party?” your voice had a teasing lilt and he immediately caught what you were thinking. His pretty brown eyes were almost black with lust, “no offense, but you make a pretty sexy vampire.”

“I don’t think he’ll mind,” he response was boisterous and eager, making you giggle.

“One request.”

“Anything.”

“The plastic fangs stay on,” you raised an eyebrow suggestively and handed them back to him.

“Alight, well then I have one request for you.”

“Name it.”

“We make this little…costume deal a thing,” he smirked, “I could use a good luck little elven princess on Hellfire nights.”

“Deal,” you held out your hand which he eagerly and firmly shook.

“Deal,” he agreed, slipping the plastic into his mouth, “the thangs shtay on!”

[seagull-energy]

BUCKLE UP, FOLKS, IT'S TIME FOR SOME BIG THOUGHTS ABOUT SEPTEMBER 29THS NEWSLETTER ENTRY! (this took so long omg, I got very busy) VERY long post incoming.

First of all, the entire barrow scene is INCREDIBLY creepy, but I want to highlight this bit in particular:

'What in the name of wonder?' began Merry, feeling the golden circlet that had slipped over one eye. Then he stopped, and a shadow came over his face, and he closed his eyes. 'Of course, I remember!' he said. 'The men of Carn Dûm came on us at night, and we were worsted. Ah! the spear in my heart!' He clutched at his breast. 'No! No!' he said, opening his eyes. 'What am I saying? I have been dreaming. Where did you get to, Frodo?'

Hey, what's happening here??? Is Merry being possessed by the unhoused spirit of a man of Arnor?? This is another one of those things that is just dropped in, never explained, and then moved past and it's REALLY SCARY.

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Then, does this line remind anyone else of Macbeth? Specifically the scene where he sees the line of Banquo's descendants. Like, compare these two texts:

The hobbits did not understand his words, but as he spoke they had a vision as it were of a great expanse of years behind them, like a vast shadowy plain over which there strode shapes of Men, tall and grim with bright swords, and last came one with a star on his brow.

A show of eight kings, the eighth king with a glass in his hand, and Banquo last. MACBETH  Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Down! Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. And thy hair, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first. A third is like the former. [...] A fourth? Start, eyes! What, will the line stretch out to th’ crack of doom? Another yet? A seventh? I’ll see no more. And yet the eighth appears who bears a glass Which shows me many more, and some I see That twofold balls and treble scepters carry.

Obviously it's not a one-to-one comparison, but the Vibes are similar. (The use of the phrase 'crack of doom' in the Macbeth passage is also interesting, although I think that's probably a coincidence rather than anything else) LotR obviously has other well-known Macbeth connections, but this is one I only just noticed. (I really hope this comes off as similar to someone else and I'm not just coming up with nonsense)

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As soon as his back was turned, a dark figure climbed quickly in over the gate and melted into the shadows of the village street.

I LOVE THIS MOMENT because reading it for the first time, anyone's first assumption is that this is going to be a Black Rider, but (spoilers) IT'S NOT! What a brilliant little subversion!

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Frodo, Pippin, and Sam decided to join the company. Merry said it would be too stuffy. 'I shall sit here quietly by the fire for a bit, and perhaps go out later for a sniff of the air. Mind your Ps and Qs, and don't forget that you are supposed to be escaping in secret, and are still on the high-road and not very far from the Shire!'

If only they'd listened to Merry... I feel like Merry's practicality and good sense gets overlooked a lot. In these early chapters his status as 'most well traveled of the group' really comes across

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Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits.

Words cannot express how much I love this description (and Strider's introduction as a whole)

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There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so brown That the Man in the Moon himself came down one night to drink his fill. [...]

*The Cat and the Moon from the LotR musical starts blasting in my head*

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And now... the Aragorn list... (my thoughts are in list format because otherwise I will just be pasting large chunks of the entry here, and I've already done enough of that)

what was he doing behind the hedge on the Road???

"I slipped over the gate just behind them." and there's the payoff to that spooky moment earlier!!! It goes from 'oooh a Black Rider might have followed them' to 'nope, it was actually just this dude who wants to help them' to 'OH SHIT THE BLACK RIDERS WERE ALREADY HERE' a little later. Good stuff :D

"a secret that concerned me and my friends" I'm curious which friends he means here. Probably the Dunedain, maybe the sons of Elrond as well? Anyway, it's a fun little note

Okay now I need to break the list format because WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT ARAGORN'S RELATIONSHIP WITH THE RIDERS

'[...] They will come on you in the wild, in some dark place where there is no help. Do you wish them to find you? They are terrible!' The hobbits looked at him, and saw with surprise that his face was drawn as if with pain, and his hands clenched the arms of his chair. The room was very quiet and still, and the light seemed to have grown dim. For a while he sat with unseeing eyes as if walking in distant memory or listening to sounds in the Night far away.

So uh, Aragorn doesn't just know OF the Riders, he knows the Riders. He's obviously speaking from experience here, and iirc this is never expanded upon. What happened between them? And when did it happen?

'[...]I am afraid my only answer to you, Sam Gamgee, is this. If I had killed the real Strider, I could kill you. And I should have killed you already without so much talk. If I was after the Ring, I could have it – NOW!'   He stood up, and seemed suddenly to grow taller. In his eyes gleamed a light, keen and commanding. Throwing back his cloak, he laid his hand on the hilt of a sword that had hung concealed by his side. They did not dare to move. Sam sat wide-mouthed staring at him dumbly.   'But I am the real Strider, fortunately,' he said, looking down at them with his face softened by a sudden smile. 'I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.'

Chills. I love him. So much. Also, SURPRISE! It's art time!!

[ID: A digital drawing of Aragorn from Lord of the Rings. He has pale skin and shoulder length dark brown hair. He is wearing a brown quilted vest, brown trousers, a cream shirt with puffy sleeves, and a dark green cloak. He is looking slightly down and to his left (image right). His left hand is resting on his chest and his right hand is resting on a sword belted at his waist. The drawing has dark, blue-gray lighting and the background is a rough blue-gray rectangle. /end id]

Andddd now for one more thought: there is no mention of him having a second sword, which implies that his ONLY WEAPON in these DANGEROUS TIMES is just the shards of Narsil. Unhinged behavior, I love that for him

Moving on from Aragorn now! (although I will have many more things to say about him later)

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'[the Black Rider] seemed to make off up the Road, eastward,' continued Merry. 'I tried to follow. Of course, it vanished almost at once; but I went round the corner and on as far as the last house on the Road.'

MERRY. WTF. Okay so this is 1) extremely brave and 2) not actually a terrible idea in theory. Trying to find out where the Rider was going and what it was doing would be smart, IF IT WASN'T ONE OF THE ENEMY'S MOST DANGEROUS SERVANTS THAT SHOULD BE AVOIDED AT ALL COSTS

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[Merry said] "I could hardly help myself. I seemed to be drawn somehow."

FORESHADOWING????? Actually looking at both this and the thing with the wights that I talked about at the beginning of this ramble, merry actually has a pretty strong link with the wraiths from the beginning, which is INTERESTING!

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Okay I think that's everything I wanted to say. I'm so sad this took me so long to write because now there's been a whole WEEK of entries that I haven't talked about or done art for :((( Weathertop at least will probably get some love at some point, but rn my art brain is telling me to draw the entire cast of the musical so we'll see how I balance things :)

[hacked-wtsdz]

Andor is so lotr-like. It’s so sincere, so unafraid to seem cheesy or cliche (and the moment this fear is dropped the thing can really become passionate and truthful, and by no means cliche or cheesy!) In a world where every meaningful thing said is constantly “spiced up” (diminished) by absurd, needless humour, in a world where seriousness, love, honour, betrayal is so often ridiculed by the efforts to make it idk customisable? Unchallenging? Easy to watch? Andor is another gem. Because “that’s just love. Nothing you can do about it.” Because “I love him more than anything he could do wrong”. Because “I have made my mind a sunless space. I share my dreams with ghosts.” Because “Id rather die trying to take them down than die trying to give them what they want”. It’s so unapologetically real, so filled with raw, sincere emotions, imo it’s things like that that we can call art. I mean, art could be anything, but Art is recognised instantly by the heart. That’s the thing that forces you to really look around and question yourself, your surroundings, your ethics, your emotions. The thing that reminds you “hey, you have a heart. You get to feel things whether you’d like it or not. And in the real world there won’t be anything to keep you comfortable and idle on your couch. Look, the real world is like this; full of love, full of hope, full of grief, full of cruelty, full of happiness, full of sacrifice, full of regret, full of beauty.” And you sit and think “yes, I do have a heart. And even if I throw it away (which is impossible) I will still be left with a gaping hole for where it used to be. You’re right, living is like this; it’s not what eleven sequels with hip music and characters interrupted right before they express profound emotion want you to believe. There is hope and love and suffering and holes you will never fill and holes you’ll fill with light.”

[phynoma]

Oh hi!

I'm Phyn! I write things. I'm not going to get into a bunch of identity stuff, but I'm queer, I'm an adult, and I like writing queer adult stuff. Mostly horror (see: queer) and absurdity (see: the world)

I have degrees in english, theology, and more theology, which just means I have a bunch of experience doing critical thinking and analysis of storytelling, and enough imposter syndrome that I don't know how to put that on a resume.

FANDOMS!

If you're already following me it's probably for Pillars of Eternity, TMA, or LOTR/Silmarillion. I cycle through hyperfixations every few years. It's still TMA/TMAGP right now. You can find my TMAGP sideblog here, where I just collect art.

Other things I like: Fallen London, everything by Pia Foxhall/not_poignant, re:dracula, SILT VERSES, Rivers of London, Murderbot, Critical Role, Saga, Wicked+Divine, anything by Neil Gaiman, I Am in Eskew, norse myths, egyptian myths, jewish myths, the dragonlance books (don't judge me they were foundational), pretty much everything Mike Flanagan makes, and much much more

WRITING!

I'm on ao3 as Phynoma! What do I write? Well. I write in-depth explorations of characters placed in harrowing situations which draw out the very inmost parts of their vulnerabilities and--

Smut. I write smut, okay?

Almost all of these fics are explicit and PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD mind the tags, I am *very* careful with my tagging for good reason!!!!

HERE YA GO, YA FILTHY ANIMALS!

The Magnus Archives:

I mentioned this is my current fixation, right?

an extant form of life: pollen fic! You could say, maybe, that the Consuming AU uses pollen tropes, but I'm counting this as my first-ever pollen fic. Jon/Tim, Jon/Martin, maybe Jon/Tim/Martin, we'll see if Sasha gets thrown in there. Ongoing.

Hey, Jude: A hurt/comfort fic about what happened after Jon shook Jude Perry's hand. Jon & Georgie & the kindness of strangers (not those strangers) Oneshot.

The Consuming AU: My pride and joy. My baby. I started this halfway through listening to TMA the first time and finished the original fic in about two months in time for the Rusty Quill Big Bang of 2023. Canon is basically the same, with the addition of "what if there was a Entity of Hunger, (fear of) Intimacy, and Codependence?" Also Jon is turning into a succubus. Main fic is complete at a little over 100k words. Sometimes I add one-shots to the series.

~Incredible bookbinding done by @bluejayblueskies HERE ~Art of human-looking Rhia (by me) HERE and commission of eldritch angel Rhia by @isbergillustration HERE ~Commission of Naadia by @dcartcorner HERE

Kittens & Kink AU: Fluffy Somewhere Else one-shots. Cat play. Mostly nonsexual kink. Oliver/Jon/Martin. Ongoing, until I get bored of it, basically.

Pillars of Eternity:

The In-Between Series: A series of fics following the relationship of Watcher Mirad and Aloth Corfiser, ten years or so after the events of Deadfire. The world of Eora is ripe for a new cataclysm, and these two elves are trying to finally have the relationship they've been dancing around for two decades. Ongoing, on hiatus as my hyperfixation is elsewhere. I do plan to finish it, though.

Moments: same universe and characters as above, focusing more on events that happen in canon-- ie, during gameplay. Complete.

Faetales:

Mat & Kal: Fae AU: You know how sometimes you keep writing characters and put them through a blender so many times that they just become something completely new? That's this AU. Mateo and Makalo are two ancient fae beings trapped in the human world during the events of The Ice Plague (by not_poignant) who become bound by each others' lives and deaths. They hate each other, they love each other, they're in weird psychosexual sadistic codependency with each other. They're a cat-person and a snake-person. I'm not a furry but I like some of their ideas, okay? Series complete.

See commissioned art of Mat & Kal by @shojoshark HERE

The Silmarillion:

Mistakes Were Made: Imma be real, this is just straight up torture porn. Sauron is punished by Morgoth after the loss of the Silmaril to Beren & Luthien. Basically, I was annoyed by all the fluffy Angbang fics I was reading and wanted to depict them in all their horrifying, codependent glory. Complete.

Cost of Surrender: I read a really good fic about what it took for Mairon to grovel/debase himself to Eonwe to gain his freedom and I took it a bit further. Complete.

Good Omens:

the beautiful and the fitting: pretty sure the title of this is a quote from St. Augustine, too. I almost didn't include this one because I don't even remember what it's about. Fluffy sex times with nonsexual beings, I think. I started writing it because Good Omens is one of my favorite books, but tbh the fandom for the show exhausts me and I don't know if I'll come back to this. Abandoned, probably.

[elficially-done-with-life]

Hey, I am really curious what music the Tolkien fandom likes to listen to (On that note I would like to recommend Oonagh, she is a german singer who sings a lot of songs that have to do with Tolkien works, partly in german and partly in Sindarin - I would recommend the songs 'Feanor', 'Aulë und Yavanna' and 'Aeria'... but all of them are pretty great!).

The music doesn't necessarily have to have anything to do with Tolkien, I'd just be interested to know in general how broad the taste in music is in the fandom or whether you like listening to music at all. (Because I certainly do😅)

I don't really know why, but I find it kind of interesting. I see a lot of other fandoms sharing playlists but I haven't found something similar in this fandom.

(For those who are interested, my favorite artist (at the moment) is IU, but I also love to listen to the lotr and the hobbit soundtracks because they are masterpieces)

[aprillikesthings]

oh god oh god

HEY GUESS WHAT I'm down to the last two episodes of She-Ra in my rewatch

On a related note, should you desire to read them all starting from s1ep1 for some godforsaken reason, here's the link. Please be amused at my claims that I would not do this for every episode and my repeated attempts to cut back on how much I copy/paste dialogue and/or explain the entire plot instead of just making jokes and commentary

If, somehow, you are New Here, I've been rewatching all of the 2018 She-Ra, ostensibly for fic-writing reasons as I had forgotten huge quantities of the plot. I have since become deeply obsessed, as one does.

I make a lot of adult jokes, random asides, references to other things, commentary, and a lot of cursing and crying. I love Catradora and I love Catra especially and have a tendency to add a screenshot every time they so much as look at each other. It seems silly to warn for spoilers at this point, but yeah, this is a RE-watch. It's just that I forgot a lot of it because I watched it the first time as it was coming out (pun intended). The shit I did remember is so fucking random tho lol

The last time I tried to do a two-parter in one post the number of times I had to reblog it because tumblr only allows 30 images per post got real stupid, so while I do still assume I will have to reblog multiple times per episode, I'm doing each episode separately.

HERE WE GOOOOO

s5 ep12 Heart (pt 1)

jfc i'm full of adrenaline lol

Also I have a beer, it's a citrus IPA because I live in Portland and it's required by law

(not really I just genuinely like them. that and IPA's that taste like gnawing on a douglas fir. also fruit sours.)

LOL I was so anxious I looked away from this post and consumed most of my beer this is gonna be hilarious

ALSO my goal is to finish these two episodes before the Easter Vigil service tomorrow night at 8pm

Theoretically I should be able to watch two episodes of TV in a day and a half, right? AHAHA

Bow should play Wonderwall

she always looks so soft with her hair down

but also having that thing just floating in front of your chest like that has gotta feel weird

ON A RELATED NOTE I know I made the joke in the last episode about how many people have the failsafe as a tattoo but the PROBLEM is that now I literally LIVE with a tattoo artist whose work I like--I already have two tattoos they've done, here and here, and the temptation is extremely high?? but I don't have any other obvious fandom-related tattoos (unless you count the title of a Björk song) so it feels weird to start with this one???? Like I don't have any LoTR or BBC Sherlock or SU or K/DA tattoos (to list off a bunch of fandoms I was devastatingly obsessed with at the time) so getting one for THIS fandom feels kinda weird. But like, also, if I got it kinda small on one wrist it would look kinda cool and be a nice loud DID U KNOW I'M GAY kinda thing. Gyahhh.

She's struggling to do She-Ra, and I'm sitting here YELLING because IT'S BECAUSE CATRA LEFT and UGH I want to murder Shadow Weaver

(eyyyy I won't have to, ha ha oh god)

Oh she manages to transform anyway. Without making any noise or glowing lights, just pop, She-Ra

awwww but also lol

related aside but like, every culture that figured out bows and arrows invented at least one kind of string instrument. Literally archers just fidgeting with their bows and going "oh this makes a nice sound, what if I put more strings on this thing." So many different places and cultures invented things like a guitar or like a harp or like a violin. But also I want to know who the FUCK figured out the hurdy-gurdy??? oh my god I just looked up the hurdy-gurdy and I'm cracking up because one of the earliest depictions of it is from the 1100's, in the Santiago de Compostela cathedral. A place I have been. Because I did the Camino last year.

oh right plot

I would like to take a moment and be grateful for the people who put together the transcripts on the fandom wiki for saving me typing up long bits of lore-heavy dialogue

She-Ra: "Prime is getting closer every day to figuring out how to access the Heart of Etheria. If he succeeds, he can use it to destroy worlds, galaxies, maybe even the entire universe. The Failsafe is our only chance at stopping him."

"His hold over them grows stronger every day they're chipped. If we don't free them now, we might lose them forever. Prime holds every advantage in this fight. He'll be ready for us. But we have a plan. Entrapta?" Entrapta: "I finally succeeded in cracking Prime's signal pattern. If I get access to his Spire network, I can use it to broadcast a jamming frequency that will disable all of the chips on Etheria, freeing everyone at once!" She-Ra: I need you all to get Entrapta to the Spire and keep Prime's forces distracted while she jams the signal."

"We're going to make sure that Prime can never hurt anyone ever again. We're ending this today. For good."

oh lord so Shadow Weaver is still there, sulking and looking away, and she looks over at her and starts almost losing She-Ra and being Adora again

have I mentioned how much I hate Shadow Weaver >:(

Adora goes outside...and looks around. I know who she's looking for. *sobs into a pillow*

NO. she's LOOKING for her GIRLFRIEND

I made that joke and then Glimmer literally says "Any sign of Catra?" I have to remember that at this point in the story literally everyone knows how in love they both are. Except them. Of course.

Adora: "She's not coming back." ;_;

Adora: I mean you don't have to come with me this could be dangerous Bow: the fuck are you talking about of course we're going

And she turns into She-Ra again, roll intro

Okay so they go to the Crystal Castle thing where Light Hope was

it doesn't look so good

but also that's creepy

anyway they tell the hologram (not Light Hope, the other one) that they're looking for the Heart of Etheria and that they're Friends of Mara. She-Ra gets scanned and then a door opens into a passageway. Bow and Glimmer take her hands and they walk into the hall but:

she's still looking for someone

I have to deal with another episode and change of her looking for Catra ghghggh this hurts meeeee

OH SO OF COURSE they literally switch to showing us Catra

bahaha okay so she sits up and looks behind her kind of sadly, and Melog just skids to a stop so hard they throw Catra off

And Melog looks at Catra like she's fucking nuts. Catra's like, wtf is wrong with you??? and Melog looks back like BITCH WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??? Catra what did you think was going to happen when you got a therapy animal that can literally read your moods. Melog knows you're being a dumbass and has NO reason to pretend to believe your surface "I don't give a shit" act!!

Melog does airplane ears at that. And then just pounces Catra.

Time for pressure! Just like a real therapy animal. Big weighted blanket!

oh shit I forgot about this bit

Catra just immediately starts crying.

Catra: "You saw what happened! Adora chose Shadow Weaver, okay? Not me!"

*sobs into hands* you useless fucking dumbass that is your abysmally low self-esteem talking literally every living semi-sentient thing in the galaxy knows Adora's in love with you EXCEPT YOU

I can get frustrated with AU fics where these two both pull this "but what if she doesn't like me back" thing for ages while everyone around them is face-palming in frustration, but like. You have to admit. It's accurate to canon.

(It's also accurate to lesbians in general, lbh. Either fucking on the first date or doing the "but what if she's not into me" thing for months-to-years. Sometimes both, including in some of the fics I've written, heyooooo.)

Melog purrs and licks her face. A clone approaches and they both go invisible and then follow it.

MEANWHILE

the rest of the rebellion is attacking Horde Prime's ship thing

Wrong Hordak helps Entrapta get into the spire. The whole point of this fight (which I didn't bother screenshotting lol) is to give Entrapta time to disconnect everyone's chips from Horde Prime.

Lol once inside Entrapta does another one of those "holy shit this stuff looks so cool...OMG FOCUS" things

Back at the Crystal Castle Glimmers like "omg are you scared" and She-Ra says "No, I just hope this works." Liar.

Bow: "It'll be okay. And when we get back, it'll be a whole new world."

this poor girl. she's so heartbroken.

(meanwhile the plot of my fic-in-progress is literally them breaking up. (not forever.) but it's hilarious of me to get SO UPSET over this scene when I'm going to force them to repeat it. like it's a mutual decision in my fic but it doesn't make it hurt any less.)

PFFT I unpaused it, and IMMEDIATELY:

I just said OH SHIT out loud lol

oh god I saw someone talking about this in a youtube video right around when I started my rewatch

It's a hologram, she's not actually there. And Catra goes through multiple other ages, including her kid self, being chipped on Horde Prime's ship, when they were Horde cadets, etc; before going back to looking like she does now.

Adora's sharp little gasp of shock here

Adora goes to touch Catra's hand and the hologram disappears

(good lord she's beautiful here)

And I think I agree with the youtube video: Adora knew she was upset about Catra running off, but this is the moment she specifically realizes she's in love, and it breaks her heart into tiny pieces.

(Hah, I actually say a very similar thing in part of my fic that they mention in the video--that previous to this, she refused to let herself want this or even think about it. "I didn't even realize this was something I could want.")

BUT ALSO so like is this a remnant of Light Hope's programming that tortured them with childhood flashbacks in season one (in order to drive them apart) or what

LOL NO

I know I made this joke before but I'm suing Nate for emotional damages

She-Ra: "We need to be careful. It looks like this place can still project memories."

oof

A still-invisible Catra follows the clone to where Horde Prime's ship is and is visibly terrified and shaking. A clone who might be Hordak turns around with that white in his eyes that means Prime is using him to see, and Catra just tries to be quiet and not move but she's obviously triggered, and I mean that in the literal PTSD sense.

Horde Prime (via Hordak?): "My brothers. The time has come at last. No longer shall She-Ra stand in my way."

oh okay so Horde Prime's actual ship is still in space (just orbiting Etheria I assume) and the planet-side thing is him speaking through one of the clones via the hive mind.

"Begin the acquisition process!"

are they just gonna straight-up drill into it?

apparently yes

the whole area lights up with that sickening green light, including all the lines that characters kept noticing on the ground that looked like some combo of circuit boards and First Ones' writing.

meanwhile, Adora keeps slipping out of being She-Ra for split seconds and is clearly stressing The Fuck Out and possibly walking in the wrong direction in her distress, only to walk into another memory/hologram.

And I've predictably hit the image limit, but 13:30 to go which is better than last night pfft okay gonna reblog

[shirefantasies]

I have only asked for one matchup in the past like 8 years of imagine blog requesting but I figured hey, why not? I've been reading your blog nonstop for like 2 weeks, lol! Lets see, I'm about 5ft 4 with a bob of ringlets and a round, even, bespectacled face. I'm pretty curvy and perhaps on the heavier side but I've got a lot more strength to my frame than most give me credit for! In the day to day folks look at me and think I'm a 100% cerebral kind of person and for the most part they'd be right, at least when I was younger. I used to be the ultimate shut-in for the simple fact that I suffer from a family curse on my father's side- when we aren't learning we feel like we're *fucking dieing*(i didn't make tht up it's the family running joke!). These days I'm much more outgoing; I play DnD in 2 groups, have tons of online friends I talk to regularly, I've got a routine of 'sister night's where me and my sister paint together, I sing in a chorus, and I've got study sessions with my mentor going too- so I'm kinda a former-antisocial-dork-turned-deliberate-part-of-their-communities kinda chick. I feel like if i was dropped in middle earth I'd wanna try and build a printing press, my first degree was in graphic design so I know a ton about all the different kinds, I'd love to share! After all, what's the point of learning if you don't use your information to *help* people? Guess I'd be a scribe if I was born there tho. I skew towards liking the hobbit characters more than LOTR, but I'm up for anyone that's in both, too. Congrats on 300, you deserve it!!

Thank you so much for your support and heck yeah, *you* deserve the treat of a matchup too 😘 I’m so glad you said that about the hobbit characters because I definitely had someone in mind for you…

Dear Ori!

Ori finds out someone is causing quite a stir with a new invention, so of course he has to see what all the fuss is about! Something about a revolution amongst his world of scribes happening right at the foot of his home down in Dale. Making his way down to the study named, he musters up the courage to knock on the door. Coming to call unannounced isn't exactly the most polite behavior, he knows, but then again this inventor must be having a lot of that these days. He isn't expecting to see a cute young woman open the door, though, and his first thought is one hoping you aren't just the inventor's wife opening the door for them.

You are not. The moment Ori shyly greets you, asking if it's true what the scribes are saying about an exciting new device, your eyes light up and you usher him in. Inside your home is a bit messy, but the comforting sort of messy where charming china sits out atop tables, game boards at their sides, papers are strewn about with notes and diagrams and drawings Ori wishes he could see better. A potted plant sits in one corner with an unfinished sketch of its likeness on the adjacent shelf. A fire is fighting its best to stay lit behind an elaborately styled metal gate, no doubt to keep it that much further from all the paper. All in all, Ori thinks to himself that this is somewhere he could live. As you begin taking him across the room to a door, you animatedly discuss your many trials and errors before you reveal your masterpiece. A great structure with some sort of metal rod and a bunch of blocks? Printing press, you call it. You had blocks for each letter, the rod pulled down to press the ink down... "Now we can save some time if we need a lot of copies! What do you think?" You stood there with your head expectantly tilted, hands clasped in front of you. "They say Thorin or Bard might like something like this for decrees, but as a fellow scribe do you see a future with this?"

Gaping at your smarts and flushing at the faint flutter of your eyelashes, Ori nods. "This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen, and I fought a dragon." "You...fought a dragon?" It is your turn to gape as you peer at the dwarf with new interest. "Threatened to show him dwarvish iron where the sun don't shine," he replied with a proud smile, arms crossed, "but you know, in the end Mr. Bard got 'im. We all showed him what for, though! This tops that by a long shot, though- how'd you think of this?" Kettle on first, hours of discussion later. Soon it was near nightfall and Ori was apologizing profusely and you were waving it off, asking him for promise of a return with the sketches he mentioned.

A whole new page of sketches gets dedicated to figures with bobs of lovely curls, gorgeous curves that have Ori blushing, smiles upon a round, cheery face and spectacles never fully betraying the eyes' secrets. Whole hours of Ori’s day get dedicated to carving blocks for your press and trying them out with you and feeling his heart flip at the way you take his hands and leap in celebration. He can listen to you talk, whether it’s explaining your invention process or the instructions of the game you’re teaching him or even simply sharing some random animal facts from the latest book you picked up, all day, he thinks. And then one day as he’s leaving you press a kiss to his cheek and that’s it.

Flowers and a new book are thrust into your hand the moment you open the door, Ori standing before you telling you how much he likes you and can’t stop thinking about you and you positively must interrupt him to tell him he’s been like home to you or else he’ll keep going, the poor dear. He wants to take you out that day, walk you around proudly and savor the feeling of your hand in his as he shows you off.

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[frodo-with-glasses]

Discord Discussion Highlights: Lobelia

meg is me:

Something about how lotr has happy endings even though they aren't the same as we were hoping

Tolkien cares about the ponies Tolkien cares about Lobelia Tolkien cares

M.aggie:

Oh yes

Tolkien takes special care of Frodo, and other hobbits doesn't he?

RebirthoftheMustelid:

I love Lobelia's redemption at the end. Something about showing the difference between true evil and just everyday curmudgeonry. It's like no, this old woman is not evil. Even if her son became evil, even if she and Bilbo didn't get along, this old woman is not evil. She is just like anyone else, and when evil did come, she got trampled by it even worse than some who were arguably "better" people. Poor Lobelia. I hope her last few years were kind to her.

meg is me:

Frodo doesn't need any more enemies in his life and I'm so happy lobelia became his friend

RebirthoftheMustelid:

Absolutely. Just because she's a cranky old lady doesn't mean she's an enemy, or evil or cruel or any of that.

meg is me:

Basically the only thing that made her "evil" was that she wanted Bilbo dead 😂

Sort of

Lol she wanted his nice house

Windmill to the Stars:

I don't think Lobelia was a like a good person, I think she was kind of mean, greedy, petty, etc. But she was just a lady going about her business . . .

RebirthoftheMustelid:

True. She was unpleasant, yes. Sharp-tongued, greedy, sometimes genuinely nasty. But one moment of kindness after everything broke her. And I think that says a lot

Me:

I just got back from grocery shopping to see this outpouring of love for Lobelia and I couldn’t be happier 💚💚💚

heckinmusicdork:

lady glasses After all this time, I think you've finally made a believer out of me! Yeah sure she may have been Unpleasant for most of her life, but this was a turning point for her, I'm certain of it. It's never too late for someone to change ❤️

Me:

Mercy is extended to everyone. Sometimes it’s easier to forgive the evil than the annoying, but Tolkien offers mercy to them both.

I think the line “she had never in her life been popular” sums up everything about Lobelia. I imagine she’d experienced so much hurt and rejection over the years that she’d eventually shut down and stopped trying, just looking out for herself and no one else. Was some of her pain self-inflicted? Possibly. But there’s a hobbit under all that anger and hurt, and she doesn’t deserve love any less than anyone else.

Bonus:

meg is me:

Au where the ring comes to lobelia like hey I can get you that nice smial you've been wanting

M.aggie:

My preciousssss housssseeee ~ Lobelia Sackville-Baggins

M.aggie is @sweetmaggie, RebirthoftheMustelid is @weezlbot, Windmill to the Stars is @windmilltothestars, heckinmusicdork is @heckin-music-dork, and meg is me does not have tumblr :-3

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Hello! i have a question, but my english is not good. you can ignore this if you like of course :) joe says at a comic con that eddie wants to be a ladies man. do you think it means that eddie wants to be a player? i'm scared because it would take the character away from me, and i always thought eddie would like true love. it makes me very sad but probably i misunderstand what he means?

Hey, nonnie!!!

So, to my understanding, a ladies man is someone who has a lot of girl friends and is quite attractive (which is true for Eddie, he is very attractive) and respects women and won't play with their feelings. A player is different, it's someone who, like I kind of just said, plays with people's feelings, has little respect for said people, and isn't honest in their intentions. I used Urban Dictionary for this paragraph because honestly, if it wasn't for UD, I wouldn't know 98% of what people say these days...😅Eddie is... not like that, on either count.

So when Joe said that Eddie thinks he's a ladies man, what I interpret that to mean is that Eddie thinks he's good at flirting with people, he thinks he's smooth, and he thinks he's attractive and uhhhh sorry, Eddie, baby, but only that last one is true. It absolutely does not mean (in my very humble opinion, please don't take any of this as gospel) that Eddie wants to be a player - he's shown to be very respectful to pretty much everyone he comes across unless they're rude to him first or he judges them faster than they can judge him. He's only human, after all, and we're flawed and messy.🥰

So, I think that you're right - Eddie says it himself, he's cynical but even he knows true love when he sees it (we'll ignore the fact he said that about St*ncy; that's not what this ask is about/I don't ship them so I'm not gonna get into that). I think if Eddie found someone whom he was attracted to and who was able to understand/connect to/return his dorky LOTR and D&D references, if he was able to connect to them on a deeper level than purely physical, if that someone knew who he was and loved him all the same, then I think he'd die for them, no hesitation. I think Eddie would very much be "I know I only learned your name yesterday but I want to marry you two days ago" if he found someone whom he really loved and whom loved him just as much. He's cynical as all hell but he knows true love when he sees it, and with you??? Baby, you're a match made in the metal heavens.💗💗💗

Please don't take any of what I say as gospel; this is just my very quick first draft opinion and I hope it makes sense! I think Eddie is a ride or die man, very respectful and giving and generous. He loves hard and he'd treat you like you're a celestial being, far too good for the likes of him, but you can work on that with him.🫂I do not for a moment think that Eddie would be a player; Uncle Wayne raised him properly and he wouldn't tolerate that kind of shit from his son for a second. Hawkins is a small town and news, especially of that sort, travels fast. So yeah, this is just my opinion and others may disagree and that's okay!! I hope this made sense and that you feel more comfortable with Eddie now, nonnie! He'd love you.💗

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

4, 12, 19, 27 for the fic writer asks!

Yoooooo hey some slay questions! Here we go bois!

4- a story idea you haven’t written yet! So I have a good amount of random ideas just languishing in my notes, and if a creek mood ever strikes me, I have a film school au with them in mind! I think that would be fun lmao

12- a trope you’re really into right now so this is a constant with me and a surprise to literally nobody, but I LOVE a character getting taken care of!!! Wounded, sick, whatever man I just adore the tenderness of that shit, like there’s a reason I’m the Whumpshot Wizard and it’s bc I’m a sucker for patching someone up leading to confessions of feelings, or a partner who is well versed in their partner’s chronic pain and knows what to do, or the soft sweet reassurances as they hold a feverish loved one and remind them that they’re safe, or the protective fierceness of a person desperately trying to get their love to safety and figure out why they just collapsed, the gentle encouragement of urging a barely conscious partner to wake up the rest of the way, the concern of the recovery period, just FUCK dude I’m so soft for that shit!!!

19- the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic dude I’m gonna be so fr a lot of the time I just wing it for even my more involved aus but every once in a while I’ll actually fact check myself, and I went down SUCH a crazy rabbit hole learning the history of the Missoula Smokejumpers and smokejumping in general for And The Lightning Cracks The Sky, also I taught myself a little bit of lotr style elvish for How We Began (and I use that shit in the OJV too lmfao Stan and Kyle are fuckin dorks who whole ass speak elvish to each other)

27- your favorite part of the writing process ok I absolutely LOVE the buildup to the climax, like even more than the climax itself. Like writing the calm before the storm is such an ideal place to put tender moments; I’m gonna reference The Webs In The Rafters, chapter 16 when Butters and Kenny have their sweet moment at the pond like RIGHT before shit hits the fan. A lot of the time my fics start out as a specific scene I see in my head and build off of, and fleshing out character interactions is another one of my favorite parts, like for TWITR example, what is Cartman’s role in the group? How does Kenny react to learning more about the rest of the ranch hands? What is Kyle’s role in the gang? Who is closest to who? That kind of stuff, I love being able to try and convey personalities and relationships through the smallest interactions! Also, my favorite thing about posting on ao3 is just absolutely unhinged authors notes, like I LOVE busting out a new au with a “HELLO MOTHERS AND FUCKERS ITS TIME FOR ANOTHER PCE MULTICHAP!!!” Bc I’m insane and it’s fun plus I love coming up with a Question Of The Day for the end notes and seeing people’s answers! And ofc I love getting comments in general (also leaving comments lmao)

Thank you for asking these dude and apologies for the long winded answers I am Extremely Annoying and enjoy being obnoxious!