When I’m an old lady I’ll still be informing young people that Halloween never existed in this country until the 90s /early 00s when people who sell us stuff realised they could use it to sell us more stuff, and Halloween-themed stuff suddenly appeared in shopping centres without warning and was relentlessly marketed to children, and adults saw right through it and disliked it (“what’s this American sh*t, why are there pumpkins and witches in shop windows this never used to be a thing”) until they got used to it and young generations grew up thinking Halloween had always been a thing here even though kids born just a decade earlier had to be taught about it by the TV or school. Also it trampled over our pre-existing Fun Cultural Event When Kids Get Dressed-Up which had never needed to be marketed so aggressively and therefore became less relevant
I don’t mind at all if you love Halloween but it’s so weird to see my younger cousins convinced that it was always a thing in France when I remember being taught at school what trick or treating was, like “let’s learn about cultural traditions that are exotic and fun and different from ours!!” and I’m not old. Millennials literally saw Halloween get astroturfed into our culture with no explanation when shopping centres just went “from now on this is something we’ve always done” and we had no choice but to be like well OK I guess 🤷♀️
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i wrote a little something that i have no idea if i'll continue, but i just really wanted to write a bagginshield fic through kíli's point of view, i thought it'd be fun. so enjoy!
tw: a bit of angst, mention of blood, but nothing too graphic, or excessive.
Contrary to popular belief, Kíli was not stupid.
He knew there'd been something going on between his uncle and Mr. Baggins the second he saw him break a smile —which was already suspicious— at Bilbo at the Carrock before hugging him —even more suspicious— after he'd defended his uncle from what was certain death.
Now don't get him wrong, he was more grateful to Bilbo than he could ever say. He saved Thorin's, and Fíli's, and his life too many times to count. He'd stayed after the battle had died down, and helped the healers, elven and dwarven alike, tend to the wounded and bury the fallen. He'd spent his entire days helping Bombur cook food at the makeshift camp they'd set at the base of the mountain, and when he wasn't cooking, he was stealing peaches and apples from the elves' food carts just for him and Fíli when they were bedridden. And he'd sit beside Thorin and wait for him to wake up when his nephews couldn't be there for him.
Kíli really liked Bilbo. He'd grown on him, all of them, truly. He just couldn't believe someone so small could be so brave, and feisty!
Which is why he was extremely confused when he'd heard Bilbo would be going home after Thorin had woken up.
His first reaction was that he felt abandoned. How could a member of their company simply choose to leave after all they'd been through together? He almost shouted his disagreement, before Fíli took his arm, shaking his head, and looked right at Bilbo: tear tracks on his dirty face. Maybe he wasn't leaving by choice.
He looked to his uncle, sat up against the wooden bedpost. His jaw was set and his adam's apple bobbed, as if it were physically hurting him to not speak up. His eyes were transfixed by Bilbo's back, like if he tried hard enough, his eyes could tell Bilbo all he wouldn't say.
Understanding flashed through Kíli's mind in a second. But it was too late. He tried speaking up again, aware of this new piece of information that he'd uncovered, but Thorin wouldn't have it. And it was frustrating Kíli greatly, because he'd never heard his uncle, his brave, tenacious uncle, speak with such a small, hoarse voice before, and say that if Bilbo wishes to leave, then he is free to go, with his blessing.
None of it rang true. How did no one notice? Why wasn't anyone saying anything?
By the time he'd looked at Bilbo again, he was already out of the tent, backpack on his shoulders.
Kíli was not proud of how he acted. He'd shouted at Thorin, painfully aware of his uncle's feeble health, but unable to contain his grief: he'd killed hundreds and seen another hundred killed, he'd almost lost his brother and uncle, and almost left his mother all alone in this world, and now his friend was leaving him, leaving them all. He'd fought relentlessly for months, why couldn't his uncle fight just a little longer, a little more? Why wouldn't he fight for his family like he said he always would?
Oin kicked Kíli out of the tent the second he saw Thorin's bandages become red. He was horrified. He'd never dream of hurting Thorin, but everything felt wrong. He'd never once cried on this journey. Not when his uncle was knocked unconscious by that foul orc, nor when he'd lost the rune stone given to him by his mother. But now he couldn't hold it in. It all came pouring out as someone —his brother, surely— held him, kneeled down on the ground. He wept until the stars came out.
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Months had passed ever since Azsâlul'abad was reclaimed. The harsh Eastern winter had finally given way to spring's sunshine rays, and although the mountain's citizens couldn't say they lived an easy life, they had food and a roof over their heads, which was more than they'd had for years. More and more dwarves were coming home from all over Middle-Earth, as word of Smaug's death was starting to spread. Reconstruction was slow, but steady, and life had shaped itself into a vibrant routine under the Lonely Mountain.
Kíli and Fíli had been crowned princes, and Thorin had been crowned king. His mother had finally come to join them on a caravan she lead from Shahrulbizad, and each member of the company was appointed to some sort of important position in the king's court. It was difficult for Kíli and his brother to get used to their new lives as royalty and the responsibilities that came along with it, and Kíli was grateful for any moment of respite he could have away from the eccentric Iron Hills nobles and Balin's royal classes. His days all looked the same, and yet he found he just couldn't get used to this new life.
Thorin, Kíli had noticed, clearly felt the same, though there was no running away for him. For any person that didn't know his uncle, they'd think he looked perfectly normal, if only a little stern. But Kíli knew that look. It was the same one he'd wear on his face when he attended feasts, sat at his throne, silent, while everybody around him drank and laughed. Or when he attended meetings with the court. Or when he watched Bilbo leave, a winter ago.
Kíli was not stupid. He saw how much his uncle suffered, and how much every single member of the company missed their friend. He missed Bilbo, too.
Which is why he sent a letter adressed to Bilbo Baggins of Bag End in the Shire, pretending to be Thorin II, King Under the Mountain, begging him to come back.
Surely that would solve everybody's problem. Right?
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ZOOT COUSINS DOODLE DUMP 2!!
Raph gardening fit reveal!! One of Raph's side hobbies is gardening, since he's vegan he likes to grow his own vegetables to make his own food since buying vegan food can be pricey at times.
Lazer meeting some fans!!
OC with Black and white hair belongs to @nightmaremp, Blue OC in the bottom left belongs to @rowlfthedog, OC in the bottom right belongs to @devilsrecreation
OC on the far left belongs to @rottedbrainz, OC in the middle belongs to @posies-and-bundles and OC on the far right belongs to @jjpuppetry
OC in the next two drawings belongs to @posies-and-bundles, thought'd it be fun to draw out a what if scenario of Lazer meeting his future girlfriend Dodie based on some messages between me and Posie!
Penny and Lazer are the night owls of the family. With their current occupations their sleep schedules can be a bit all over the place. Lazer is most popular playing at raves/parties in the evenings that last till the early hours of the morning, and Penny will sometimes travel for work for fashion shows and such. The two have wild text conversations when they're running on 2 hours worth of sleep
Some doodles of Zephyr, featuring Penny
Penny may be a blunt and to the point person, but she's not heartless. Like Lazer she has a big heart, and Penny has a soft spot for her younger cousin Liv in particular...That being said, her comfort can still come across as very to the point, she's trying though
And lastly, the nap squad! Out of all the cousins Zoot is the one who naps the most, with Raph and Liv being the next. Zoot obviously will sleep anywhere and everywhere, but I like to imagine he relexify grows sleepy around the band since they're basically his second family. Liv used to not nap that much but after she became the bands sparky and going on tour with them she started to (Liv will prefer to take a power nap near Zoot since she worries he'll float away in his sleep). Raph usually seeks out his cousins when they're sleeping so that he can meditate nearby or relax with them since it'll be nice and quite, but he ends up falling asleep too!
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1) fhairveilcurlsup replaced with LeahLillith Renaissance from Jellybeanery and Roxanna-Moxie
Poppet’s v2 colours; all categories; polycount 14.7k
y.adult-elder (original ages): DOWNLOAD MF | SFS
teen-elder: DOWNLOAD MF | SFS
2) fhairponytail replaced with LeahLillith Breathin from Kooli-sims
Poppet’s v2 colours; all categories; polycount 18.8k
teen-elder (original ages): DOWNLOAD MF | SFS
child-elder: DOWNLOAD MF | SFS
Credits: LeahLillith, Memento-sims, @jellybeanery, @roxanna-moxie, AmidalaSims, @kooli-sims, Poppet-sims
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