#what in the hell is happening

[lamemaster]

Think of Turtles Dammit

Request: Greetings! I'm not sure if you are still doing the 'what the hell is happening?' Event but if you are, might I trouble you with a finrod request?

Pairing: Finrod x Reader

Genre: Hero x Villain au

AN: I really wanted to write Finrod so bad so thanks for requesting! This is the last request for this event so enjoy! (I love this gif)

(What in the Hell is Happening Event)

How the hell did no one recognize him? You wondered barely stifling a laugh at the elf buried in his books in the library. Blindlingly sun-spun hair, straight bridge of the nose, nimble fingers flipping through pages. 

How had no one noticed that legendary hero was beyond you? "Elves," you muttered under your breath, the amusement bubbling over into a barely audible chuckle. "For all their grace and otherworldly beauty, subtlety seems to be beyond them."

It took you one look at him passing for lectures that you recognized him, your supposed nemesis. Who by the virtue of his pure heart hoped for a mask to conceal his identity. 

You had to on several occasions tip journalists falsely to avoid, your darling nemesis’ identity getting leaked. It was easy to nudge the paparazzi to some random blonde dude with enough money to bribe them. 

Mustering a semblance of innocence, you asked, "May I sit here?" Finrod looked up, surprised. His eyes, the color of stormy skies, held a flicker of recognition that vanished as quickly as it appeared. He simply nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. No accusation, no challenge, just a quiet acceptance.

Part of you wanted to expose him, to shatter this domestic facade and revel in the chaos. But another, quieter part, found itself oddly charmed. There was something disarming about seeing Finrod so…ordinary. Here, he wasn't the valiant hero or your supposed nemesis. Here, he was just Ingoldo, a bookish elf with a thirst for knowledge.

His fate as a hero had been sealed by a long stemming line of heroic ancestors as was yours by your villainous predecessors. It wasn’t awful but the part of it not being your choice chafed at your conscience all the time. 

Heroes seemed unbothered by it. Proud even, to be bound to a noble destiny.

Finrod, however, was different.  He questioned, he debated, even in the midst of battle. You hadn't stopped him that time he launched into a passionate diatribe about the environmental impact of plastic straws. In fact, you'd goaded him on, relishing the way his brow furrowed in genuine concern. It was infuriating, and yet...endearing.

As you stole a glance at his profile, a thought wormed its way into your mind.

Leaving your bag next to the unsuspecting hero, you decided to indulge the first impulse, a mischievous glint sparking in your eyes. A storm of playful chaos was brewing in your mind.

Minutes later, you reappeared at your seat, a triumphant grin plastered across your face. Finrod, momentarily startled by your return, looked up from his book, only to return his gaze to the pages as soon  as you settled in.

But you weren't done yet.  With a flourish, you placed your purchase on the table – a vibrantly colored bubble tea, complete with a gloriously oversized plastic straw.

You watched, barely containing your laughter, as Finrod's eyes widened. The internal monologue you knew so well played out on his face. First, surprise, then a flicker of recognition, followed by the inevitable flash of images – choking turtles, polluted oceans, the environmental apocalypse you knew he secretly worried about.

Finally, he turned to you, his lips pursed in a look of mock disapproval, a look you'd seen countless times before during your battles.

A strangled cough escaped Finrod's throat, a valiant attempt to mask the look of utter horror that had overtaken his face. No sooner had the plastic monstrosity made its debut than a flimsy paper straw materialized in his hand, offered to you with a hopeful glint in his twilight eyes.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning complete bewilderment. "Paper?" you questioned, stretching out the word as if it were some foreign concept.

Finrod's shoulders slumped in a display of utter defeat. "Paper straws are better," he mumbled, the conviction in his voice tinged with the faintest hint of disappointment.

Finrod, the bane of your existence, the embodiment of all that was good and annoying, carried paper straws in his bag. And people dared to reject them? The audacity! This was a villainous act you could not abide by.

 Only you got to annoy this hero. Finrod carried paper straws in his bag and people ought to accept them. That was the truth you lived by. No other way around it. The slight hesitation and acceptance of expected rejection did not suit Finrod.

Taking the flimsy paper straw with exaggerated reluctance, you managed to stifle a smile. 

It wasn’t the proudest moment of your villainous history when you accepted the straw. A god-awful paper straw. But no one needed to know. It was worth the smile on your hero’s face.

[ilovepapahet]

did Metallica get hacked again 😭

[swan-orpheus]

What I said about The Incident or the Conversation: I'm fine. It's nothing.

Me days later listening to the same song on repeat:

[cyeayt]

Shout out to Characters who are shells of their former selves! You died and you’re not coming back! You don’t recognize yourself and neither does anyone else, and it’s anyone’s guess what the fuck you’re supposed to be now!

[heavenlyghostchild]

anxiety is so embarrassing like what if something

…happens…

[kishibedefender]

i speak 2 (3-ish) languages, spent 5 years in academia writing absolutely crazy papers on everything from Buddhism to the 1988 Olympics, volunteered and worked for countless college endeavors, and become something of a pioneer in my department...

and in my free time i learn kpop dances and write FUCKING JOJO FANFICS-

this is a rant just ignore this

[captainkirkk]

Honestly wish we could get an episode of House MD from the POV of the rest of the hospital staff. Part of the episode would be very normal, straight forward medicine - and then you see the fellows streaming past the camera screaming MORE MICE BITES or some wild shit as their patient codes for the fourth time that morning. You just know the diagnostic team is infamous in the hospital

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF story of the one you shouldn’t have killed..

[technically-human]

He did eventually sign it

[mebssann]

"You'd be living in a castle with food and medicine and trained squirrels to tend to your every need."

bonus ver w/o text and extra doodle:

[bruciemilf]

Battinson with a Harley would actually tear a hole in the delicate fabric of universal peace.

Harley: What’s your favorite color?

Bruce, currently trying to find a facility that isn't fucking Arkham in this hellhole of a city: We don't have to do the small talk

Harley: Oh, okay! Do you really think you’re a good person, deep down?

Bruce: …Blue.

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

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Would you look at that, I wanted to post 43 images in one post, and tumblr wouldn't let me! Here's the first 18. I'll share the rest of what I've drawn in a moment. PLEASE pretend I drew bills eye scar in all of these. My sleep deprived ass could NOT be bothered :'D

Bills adorable little campaigning outfit is courtesy of @kerink !! It was just so great I HAD to draw it. Here's her drawing.

As always: Support Bills Noble Cause and vote for Ford. We've less than 24 hours people!!

[havenshereagain]

DPxDC Idea

Danny working at Wayne Enterprises as some sort of engineer, uses the in-house app for all his blueprints and stuff

He starts getting notes from a coworker in-app, and assumes its this annoying older guy in his department who constantly undermines him because of his age, despite his education and past achievements (i feel like in this AU the Fentons react well to the reveal and they work together on a number of non-lethal ecto inventions that have Danny's name attached to them)

Except one day his coworker mentions never using the app, and Danny suddenly realizes there's only one other TD he could've been arguing with in the notes of the app

[sleepyseaslug]

got real mad reading the news and drew this

[randomfandomss]

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

My Great Grandma who loved her babies very much

Reference that I used for the face!