#legolas tag

[legolasghosty]

Best wishes during this tax season to Ray Molina, who is staring at his computer and trying to figure out if there's a way he can claim all 6 of his kids as dependents, even though 4 of them aren't alive.

[lyxchen]

Hello random but I need you to know that sometimes I think of you adding little squished cheeks to drawings and it makes me unreasonably happy!!! It's so cuteeeee!!! Anyways, hope you have a great day, byyeeee!!!

okay, Okay, SO..

First of all thank you so much!!! I always love adding the little squished cheeks tooo!!♡

Secondly...

I wanted to add just like a tiny, little sketch for you just because and it turned into this:

You're welcome? <3

Also I found this cute filter thing that makes it look all pink and cute so here is that too:

Anyways willex cute little squished cheeks just for youu, I hope you like it!!♡

[caswellseyes]

Ooooo 12 for Willex? Have a good day, and good luck on the work, my dino bones bestie!!!

i was hoping someone would ask for this one!! tysm, dino bone bestie! i am indeed making good progress on the work - deadline one (big exam) was completed and deadline two (ba thesis proposal) is coming along pretty well. but first, it's willex time!

12. "How come you always end up in my bed?"

Alex sighs and turns over for the seventh time in two minutes. And no, that’s not an exaggeration. He’s counting. 

Look, he likes being on tour just as much as his band members. He loves being on stage and sharing their music with the fans. The meet and greets were scary, at first, but he’s gotten used to them by now and it is always cool to meet fans, though he’ll never be a little worried about disappointing them. It’s wonderful to go to so many places, to do some sightseeing between the work. All in all, he loves touring.

He does not love hotel rooms. 

Hotels in general are pretty cool. They have the little soaps you can take, and free pens, and hotel breakfasts are the best. It’s really fun to be just down the hall from his friends, and occasionally, to share rooms with them. 

No, the problem isn’t hotels. It’s just hotel beds specifically. And, even more specifically, the blankets.

Alex runs cold. This is not news to anyone who’s ever met him. His hands are cold and his feet are cold and yes, he wears hoodies no matter what time of year. It’s just a thing, okay? And these stupid thin hotel blankets do not accommodate for that. At all. 

He actually has an extra blanket on the bus that he brings to the hotels with him. It’s huge and soft, pink on one side and white on the other. It’s fluffy and warm and absolutely perfect.

And he forgot it on the bus this morning. It’s just him and his cold feet and hands and nose, somehow, against the world.

The shitty thin blanket the hotel provided doesn’t count. Alex doesn’t think that one’s on his side. No, it’s just him.

Well.

Not entirely.

Alex glances to the side, at the undisturbed lump lying next to him. Willie is snoring softly, the only thing visible the very top of his head and the start of the braid he put his hair in earlier. 

Yeah, that’s one more thing Alex loves about being on tour. Sharing a room, a bed, with his boyfriend every night. And waking up next to them in the morning, and going through their routines together, and everything else that comes with it. It’s domestic and fun and absolutely perfect.

And, perhaps most importantly right now, it comes with cuddles. 

Carefully, so he doesn’t wake Willie up, Alex shifts closer. He lifts up the end of Willie’s blanket – for some reason, they have separate ones in this bed – and slides under it. He tosses his own blanket on top of it for good measure. Then, Alex shuffles around until he can wrap his arms around Willie and pull their back against his chest. Then, once he’s comfortable, and already starting to feel less cold, he tucks his nose in the crook of Willie’s neck.

The snoring stops. Alex freezes.

“How come you always end up under my blanket?” A sleepy voice mumbles.

Alex feels a hand pat along his arm until it reaches his own hand, linking their fingers together. He squeezes softly.

“Sorry,” he whispers. Willie still sounds half-asleep, and the last thing Alex wants to do is wake them up completely by talking loudly. “I was just cold.”

“I could tell.” Willie chuckles. It’s followed immediately by a yawn. “We should get you a nose warmer. Like the ones for your ears, but then your nose. Or, like, a nose glove.”

Alex pulls his head back. “Sorry,” he repeats. “I tried not to wake you up.”

Willie turns in his hold so that he’s face to face with Alex. They wrap their arms around him. 

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, yawning once more. “It got me cuddles. I like cuddles.”

“I know you do.” Alex presses his lips to Willie’s forehead in a soft kiss. Thankfully, his lips don’t seem to be as cold as his nose. “Now go back to sleep.”

Willie snuggles closer into Alex’s chest. Soon enough, the snores start up again. 

This time, when Alex tucks his nose into Willie’s hair, Willie sleeps on.

[michelangelinden]

Hehe headcanon!

Bobby is absolutely the last one to get sick out of all the guys, so he always ends up being the one who has to take care of the rest of them. Which generally includes throwing either ice or more blankets at Luke and forcing him to eat soup, turning Reggie into a blanket burrito and making sure he has access to all the comfort movies, and informing Alex that he does actually have to rest if he wants to stop feeling like trash.

When Bobby does get sick, once in a blue moon, there is a fair level of panic and then a lot of googling as to how the heck to make chicken noodle soup.

Hope you feel better!!! Sending hugs!!!

I absolutely agree! Parent friend!Bobby rights all the way.

Luke is the kinda guy who will go from toohot to toocold in a matter of seconds. He will be wrapped in a blanket, then something switches and he'll struggle to emerge like from a dive until his arms are free and he can breathe. He hates drinking tea, but Bobby will put so much honey in it that it's basically herby sugar water so Luke will accept it.

Reggie will just always be cold. He needs to be wrapped in a blanket at all times otherwise he will shake so violently. When Bobby is taking care of him, Reggie will insist that "no, Bobby, one blanket is not enough, I need a second one and I also need you to cuddle me, it's the law, you don't want me to get even worse, do you?" and who is Bobby to deny that? So when Reggie is sick they spend a lot of time huddled up on the couch watching dumb movies.

Alex is the opposite, he will refuse to accept that he is sick in the first place. Mans will be shivering, nose running, head pounding, seeing double and have cotton candy for brain and he'll be like "nah, dude, just slept badly, I'll be fine tomorrow" and Bobby will have to physically force him onto the couch and push a bowl of soup into his hands. Once Alex is seated tho, also wrapped in a blanket (feet sticking out for heat regulation) he will fall asleep instantly, peaceful zzzzz's for hours. Bobby is the designated taking-care-of-sick-friends-friend but he will call Willie over so that they can lock Alex onto the couch, because he will try to get up again once he wakes up from his nap.

When Bobby does get sick eventually, the boys have a small "oh fuck" moment, then a "yo, we got this" moment, then realise that they don't got this. But they do coordinate themselves quickly. Reggie will get onto cuddling and warming Bobby duty, Alex does his best to try and learn how to make chicken noodle soup, and Luke will go to the store and buy everything he has thinks could help (that includes tea and ibuprofen of course, but also chips and a gossip magazine). In the end they do got this. Bobby is very grateful for his friends, but he still hopes he never ever gets sick again because he hates it.

Thank you for this headcanon!! I love this, this is canon now!!

So many forehead kisses, one for each of the boys 😘😘😘😘😘 thank you, I love you <33

(send me headcanons and you'll get forehead kisses in return)

[linden-after-hours]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send this to the last 7 people in your notifications, anonymously or not. <3

Hello my love <33

Three random facts about me let's go!

I made cinnamon rolls for the first time yesterday and they were incredible (and I got a lot of compliments hihi)

I get a lot of songs (and phrases) stuck in my head, there's always music playing, like a radio, and currently I'm going through Joker Out's discography because I'm listening to them a lot

My favourite scents are sweet smelling stuff, sugar, caramel, popcorn, even though I'm more of a savoury person when it comes to food

Thank you, love youuu!

[juliaandthephantoms]

*Knocks on your blog door dressed like a monkey, tail and all!* Trick or treat!!! <333

Aww look at you all dressed up!!!

Some cinnamon rolls for you! My mum used to bake these every year cause she wanted to give out healthier options

[leillorien]

fell for the oldest trick in the book 🤦‍♂️

long time no post! i’m currently in the middle of my annual lotr rewatch and i can just never resist these two <3

[corndog-patrol]

elrooooooond

[realmofautumn]

"I have some tales to tell. Alas, I may not be here when Durin returns. I made promises, you see. To meet Aragorn in Minas Tirith. To see Merry and Pippin again. To make one final trip with Legolas." -- Gimli, Return to Moria

[legolasghosty]

Lockwood has never been overly fond of lavender. Sure, it's nicer looking and smelling than most of the other tools used to separate the living and the dead, but he's always felt a bit annoyed at it. He rarely brings it up though, because there's not really a reason for his dislike.

Maybe it's that the purple stalks are everywhere, all the time. Along every London street, in every garden, in every room where mortals fear those who have passed beyond. Even in the winter, everyone has dried flowers in their homes and sprinkles the oils over their doorsteps. There's no way to get away from the stuff.

Maybe it's because lavender water is one of the weakest tools in an agent's toolkit. Lockwood barely ever uses it for anything other than reassuring clients that their home is safe after a job. For all the discussion of it, it's nothing in comparison to some sturdy iron chains and a rapier when it comes to battling ghosts. It's just a waste of space in his coat during a job.

Maybe it has to do with the way the scent sets people at ease. Somewhere in George's research, Lockwood remembers him mentioning how lavender water used to be used to treat insomnia before the Problem. Even now, with it being used to protect mortals from everything that goes bump in the night, he doesn't miss how the smell of lavender tends to cause people to loosen up, laugh a bit more, and let their guards down. Any kind of weakness can mean death for an agent, even when it comes from one of their own weapons.

Or, if he's being honest, maybe it goes deeper than that. Maybe it's because Jessica's room is always covered in the stuff, and has been since the day he failed to save her. Maybe it's because the flowery scent is all he can remember from his parents' funeral. Maybe it's because the stupid plants kept tripping him when he ran away from his old agency. Maybe it's just too many bad memories.

Regardless of the reason, Lockwood has never really liked lavender.

However, it's hard to hold onto those thoughts with Lucy sitting on the grass nearby, surrounded by night watch children, with a sloppy crown of purple flowers on her head.

She's had a soft spot for them for as long as Lockwood has known her. She claims it's because of how close she became to being one of them when she first got to London. Lockwood suspects that's not the whole story. But today, her kind heart has led them to a park down the street from Portland Row, at the beckoning of a group of children who had pooled their meager earnings to have a picnic.

Lockwood has stayed on the outskirts of the little gathering, unsure as to what would be expected of him if he joined in. But Lucy is right in the middle, regaling the kids with stories of the ghosts she's defeated. They're hanging on her every word. Lockwood can't blame them for it, Lucy is a good storyteller when she wants to be. Even if she glazes over his parts in some of her tales.

But one of the older ones had gotten restless and begun plucking sprigs of lavender from a nearby bush. Lockwood had been about to reprimand them for the needless destruction of public property, but they'd begun weaving the stems together into a chain before he could speak. It was barely five minutes before they looped the chain into a circle and plopped it onto Lucy's head without a word.

And now, staring at Lucy, her eyes bright in the sunshine, her hands waving around as she described the Greenhouse Ghoul, and those flowers shining like gemstones in her hair, Lockwood can't quite remember why he doesn't like lavender.

In fact, he thinks he very much enjoys how it looks right now. Maybe it's not so bad after all.

(For the most recent Lockwood and Co Flash Fiction Challenge by @lockwoodandcoff!)

[lyxchen]

I've thought about this a lot and I just can't get you out of my mind. I think... I think I want to be more than mutuals..<3

[caswellseyes]

Oooo, if you're still doing them, 10 for the band? Pick your people!

ty for this one!! you said pick your people and i proceeded to not in fact pick people, so here’s 10 for everyone <3 though i guess technically it's between alex & julie lol. but hey, they're all here!

10. “Text me when you’re safe at home.”

Usually, Alex stays over at the Molinas after movie night. 

They gather every Friday around dinner time, as many of their friends – most times, all of them – as are able to make it. They eat dinner with Julie’s family, who are always happy to host them, and then spread out on the Molinas’ couches. They take turns picking movies and buying snacks, but their roster ends up looking pretty similar each time: a popular movie most of them somehow haven’t seen, a terrible movie for them to talk through, and either an animated movie or a musical one. On the best days, those latter two are combined.

Tonight, Alex and Reggie have one of the couches to themselves. Willie sits with them most times, but they were unable to make it. Reggie is taking full advantage of the extra space by sprawling out on top of the entire couch, feet propped up in Alex’s lap. Flynn, Julie, and Luke share one of the larger couches. They have the worst view of the TV but the best access to the snacks, which they think is a pretty good deal. 

Alex is only half paying attention to tonight’s first movie. It’s Indiana Jones, something he likes but isn’t crazy about, and unlike most others here, he’s actually seen the full movie several times. He’s content to zone out, eating some popcorn and watching his friends. Not in a creepy way, of course. In a loving way. He loves his friends. 

He sinks back into the cushions a little deeper. The Molinas’ couches are much more comfortable than the one they have at the Mercers’. He could easily fall asleep on them. Half the time, he ends up doing just that. Today, however, he can’t.

For the first time in months, he’s unable to stay the night. He has a family reunion tomorrow, and his parents insist that he has to be home on time, so he’s heading out after the  first movie ends. It’s a shame, really. Alex thinks he could easily wake up early tomorrow and make it over to his parents’ place in time, but they clearly disagree, and he doesn’t want to start an argument. He’ll just enjoy the time he has with his friends while he has it.

Unfortunately, that time is flying by. Logically, Alex knows that this movie is almost two hours long. It feels like only two minutes have passed by the time the credits roll. He gently moves Reggie’s feet from his laps, sighing.

“Time to go?” Luke asks. He sounds disappointed. Alex shares the sentiment. 

“Yeah,” he says, stretching out his back. “You guys have fun, though. I’ll see myself out.”

Julie scoffs. She’s already untangling herself from the blanket she and Flynn had snuggled under. 

“No you won’t,” she says, joining him near the door. “We’ll walk you out. We need a break anyway.”

And so they do, all of them getting up and shuffling towards the door. They watch as Alex tugs on his shoes and grabs his jacket. Alex’s heart aches with the love he feels for them. It would’ve been so easy for them to stay put, to just call out their goodbyes and start the next movie. He wouldn’t even have been offended or anything, he would’ve understood. But they didn’t do that. Instead, they wait.

“Have fun tomorrow,” Reggie says once Alex zips up his jacket. “I hope the cake is good.”

“But maybe don’t eat the hot dogs,” Luke suggests. He has a blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape.

Alex snorts. “I doubt my grandparents will be serving those, but I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Do you have everything?” Flynn asks. “Phone, keys, wallet?”

Alex pats his pockets and fanny pack, confirming that he does, indeed, have everything he needs. 

“Have fun with the other movies,” he says. 

Reggie is the first to throw himself at him to hug him goodbye. His friends line up after that, everyone wishing him fun for the next day, and good luck for dealing with his less-than-pleasant relatives. 

“Text us when you’re home safe,” Julie mumbles into Alex’s shoulder. He holds her a little tighter.

“I will,” he promises. Then, with a final look at his friends, he opens the front door and steps outside. 

Twenty minutes later, he toes off his shoes and immediately heads up the stairs and to his bedroom. It’s quite late already, so his parents have gone to bed already, and now that he’s out of the cold, Alex feels the exhaustion of the week seeping into his bones. He rushes through his nighttime routine and curls up under the blankets. Once he’s comfortable, he reaches for his phone.

Alex: home safe. love you all.

[michelangelinden]

Can I interest you in some soft Them in these trying times?

Hello hello! I wrote this for @legolasghosty's birthday (ilyyyy) and thought I'd share it here too hehe.

Willex. Rated G. 1123 words. No warnings, just fluff.

Alex woke because his head slipped from where it was resting against the wall and his torso fell to the side. When he was upright again, disoriented and a little dizzy, he noticed that he was the only one left outside on the porch. He hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep. He’d been sitting next to Willie on the bench, leaned his head back against the cabin’s wall and womp, he’d fallen asleep, apparently.

Turning his head to look around, he registered faint laughter from inside the cabin. But it sounded less like it was coming from his friends and more like from the TV.

What time was it? Couldn’t be too late if people were still awake. And they also wouldn’t have left him sleeping outside, someone would’ve come get him when they were all going to bed.

A yawn pushed its way out of his throat and he let it escape. Only when he smacked his lips and moved a hand to scratch his chin, did he notice that his upper body was covered. He’d left his hoodie inside, it had still been pretty warm when they had all sat down outside on the porch after coming back from the restaurant, but he must’ve looked like he was cold when he was sleeping. Willie’s sweater was draped over his chest, the sleeves laid over his shoulders so that it wouldn’t slip right off. The fabric felt almost delicate when Alex shifted underneath it, despite being thick cotton, but maybe that was just because it was Willie’s.

He smiled to himself. He could imagine that small internal struggle Willie must’ve felt upon seeing his boyfriend asleep next to him. Should he wake Alex? He looks cold. Would he want to come inside with us? But he’s sleeping. Alex allowed himself to press his nose into the fabric and take a breath. The scent was a strange mixture of campfire and pine and coconut shampoo that shouldn’t work but just did, because it was Willie’s. Alex loved this smell.

A gust of wind flew over the porch and blew his hair into his eyes. It was fresher than the standing air, predicting the temperatures to drop in the next few days, and told Alex that he should probably go inside. The pressure behind his eyes, his tell-tale sign that he was really tired, increased at the brush of cold, and he shivered.

With a groan, he got up from the bench and walked around the porch table. The trees of the forest swayed in the wind, the moon painted glowing white circles in the soft waves of the lake, and he heard the call of an owl somewhere far away. They’d really picked a great spot for their post-tour vacation. He couldn’t remember ever being somewhere this peaceful, apart from maybe his own home, or back at his grandparents place in Germany. It was a shame, they only had a few days left.

Yawning again, he slipped the sweater over his head. It warmed him immediately and he felt yet another wave of sleepiness wash over him.

Stepping inside the cabin, his suspicions about the TV were confirmed, when he saw the flickering lights around the corner and heard muted, dramatic music. He spotted Luke asleep with his head in Julie’s lap on one of the couches, Reggie leaning against her on her other side, eyes on the TV screen. Bobby was sitting in the armchair, arms crossed in front of his chest, head tilted back, dead-asleep like a dad on a Saturday night. Flynn must be in bed already, because Willie was sitting alone on the other couch, cross-legged, comfortable. But their eyes caught sight of Alex as soon as he stepped into the room.

“Hey, you’re awake,” he called quietly when Alex moved into his direction. His legs unfolded and he lifted an arm so Alex could sit down next to him.

Alex took the hand offered to him as soon as he reached it, then sat on the couch and smoothly slipped into Willie’s side. They let out a surprised laugh when Alex draped an arm across their waist and pushed his face into Willie’s shoulder.

“Hi,” he whispered back.

“We wanted to watch a movie, but I didn’t wanna wake you. You looked so cute, when you were asleep,” Willie explained what Alex had been thinking.

“Thank you,” Alex responded. He lifted his head and nudged his chin forward, glancing at Willie’s lips. Willie got the message and smiled before leaning down and giving Alex a gentle kiss. Alex hummed comfortably, then placed his head back on Willie’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Tired?” Willie asked.

Alex nodded.

“You wanna go to bed?”

He shook his head. “Wanna be with you.”

He felt Willie’s breath hitch a little, like it always did when Alex randomly said cute things like that. They brushed their hand over Alex’s arm across their body.

“I wanna stay here a bit longer, is that alright?”

Alex nodded again. “This is perfect.”

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to Willie’s collarbone through the fabric of their shirt. Willie’s hand not on Alex’s arm brushed over the back of his head, lightly scratching his scalp. Alex felt himself melt into Willie at the sensation, slowly breathing out. Now being warm and fully enveloped by Willie, he started feeling drowsy with tiredness.

Willie halted momentarily. “Is everything alright? What’s going on?”

Alex didn’t lift his head, just turned it a little so they’d be better able to hear him. “I’m baby,” he said simply.

Willie breathed out with a laugh that sounded almost delighted. They shifted so they were able to press a lingering kiss to Alex’s forehead. Alex relished it with a smile.

“So baby,” Willie responded. Another kiss, even longer now. “And I love you so much.”

Alex felt soft and warm and glowy all over. He was on vacation, wearing his lover’s sweater, while they held him comfortably and kissed his forehead so gently. He couldn’t imagine anything better than this.

He finally lifted his head again so he was on eye level with Willie. “I love you too.”

Willie lifted the hand off Alex’s arm and curled it around his jaw. He kissed Alex again, so sweetly it made Alex’s head spin in the best way.

“I was hoping you’d put on the sweater,” he whispered against Alex’s lips and it made them both chuckle. “You look amazing in it.”

“It’s very comfortable.”

“I know.” Willie kissed his cheek. “Go to sleep.”

And almost as soon as Alex had placed his head on Willie’s shoulder again, he did.

[linden-after-hours]

Hehehe online at the same time!!!! I love you!!!! I hope you have a great day full of good music and cute animals and all the lovely things in life! Love you!

Hello! I am so tired!!

I love you too! I hope your day is equally filled with things you love, music and writing and all the cute animals <333

Have this photo of one of our cats looking evil

Grimm, beloved

[sindar-princeling]

between the newsletter’s entry where we learn the ponies are okay, me picking apart rings of power and analysing why it doesn’t fully feel like tolkien, and this one gifset of frodo and sam i reblogged, i felt like i finally have to gather my thoughts regarding what makes tolkien tolkien

and while there are many things that do, i’d argue that the most special one is its earnestness.

characters in LOTR care unabashedly, with all their hearts, and love so easily, whether it’s platonic, familial or romantic.

the hobbits feel like the most obvious example - merry, pippin and sam follow frodo for as long as they’re able; their loyalty goes deep to their bones, and their relationships are so full of trust, joy, devotion, fondness.

but all of LOTR is just more examples of the same thing. after the war legolas spends the rest of his life in middle-earth with gimli - they travel together for over a hundred years - and then he decides he won’t just say goodbye when gimli dies! and he does something that hasn’t been done before and just takes gimli to valinor, but not before aragorn dies. because they both loved him, too. faramir asks “do you not love me, eowyn?“ and she realises she does, and he says he’ll marry her and they’ll grow a garden and heal, and he kisses her even though everyone can see them. sam loves frodo, and he loves rosie, and he spends his life with her, then joins frodo in the undying lands after she dies.

and it shines through in the movies, too! it’s thanks to both the direction and the acting skills of the cast, of course, that so, so often all emotions are on full display - whenever sam and frodo interact, when aragorn kisses boromir’s forehead, when the hobbits say goodbye at the grey havens, when pippin finds merry at the battlefield, the way gandalf reacts when frodo says he’ll go to mordor, the way theoden breaks down at his son’s grave, the way he cares about eowyn like she’s his own child, the way eomer reacts when he finds eowyn and thinks she’s dead. those are just examples off the top of my head.

it’s also very special to me because in many fictional works (not only in fantasy) people just aren’t allowed to be that open - mostly men, but not exclusively - meanwhile this earnestness is something i always look for in fiction.

it stands out especially if you consider some fantasy creators (not naming any names but you know who i mean ajsjdjfjf) saying they “just want to reflect the misogyny of the period” (which is just bullshit and also demeaning to people of all genders in so many ways), because while LOTR is heavily male-dominated, tolkien managed to do something very, very interesting and important there.

he says, “war is the province of men”, but it doesn’t mean you’re supposed to want to be there. you’re not supposed to want to go to battle, suffer and/or die. eomer wants eowyn to stay home because he loves her, and couldn’t stand to see her die in a cruel, gruesome way (and when he thinks she’s dead, it’s the most devastating display of grief in the whole movie trilogy).

the heroes go to war because there are things that need defending, and dying for a noble cause is honorable, but again - it’s about defending, not about fighting. the clearest villains of LOTR are people who want the war to happen. many of the heroes, most of whom are men, just want peace for their people, want companionship (one of the first things aragorn says to the hobbits is that he’d be happy to have more friends, because being a ranger means he’s lonely), or want a good meal and a good drink like the hobbits. they want comfort and warmth. they want to finish a book like bilbo. they want to live in a garden among all things that live and grow like faramir. they want to marry and have a home and kids like sam.

and the things is, it’s not always that common in fiction, but it’s absolutely common, you know. IN REAL LIFE? BECAUSE MEN ARE PEOPLE? so it’s just really good to have tolkien absolutely divorce masculinity in his works from how his characters show emotions, or how much comfort they crave. and that is a realistic approach i’m interested in.

[remusjohnslupin]

GRAPHIC/GIFSET TAG MEME: favourite clan of the teleri ↳ tagging @princessaredhel ♥