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Daughter of Warriors: Chapter seventy-eight: The Baggin’s family

Amira had been exploring the halls with Sam when they got the news that Frodo had woken up. In a blur of fabric and brown hair, the pair ran. Amira just behind Samwise as they both almost tripped over one of the suits of armor. Amira caught Sam by his tunic, keeping him right while barely keeping herself upright.

Before they went in, they stopped, straightened their clothes and looked out of each other. “Sam, I’m scared.” Amira whispered. She hadn’t uttered those words in a long time, maybe at all, she couldn’t remember. Had Frodo changed at all? She felt her mind racing and her head hurt slightly.

Sam went in first. Leaving her the first moment she had alone in many awhile. Amira took a deep breath, slipping inside. Frodo was on the bed, sitting up with Merry and Pippin bouncing on either side of him. Gimli stood by Gandalf at the end of the bed, Legolas sat in a chair on the other side of the bed, smiling mysteriously. Sam sat on the end of the bed. And Aragorn, her dear fiance, stood beside the bed, his back to her. He seemed to have finally relaxed.

She took his arm, appearing beside him. Frodo’s eye met hers. He was listening to Pippin and Merry as they excitedly told him of everything he had missed. Frodo could see the new scars and calluses on her hands. Amira could see the innocence that had drained from her brother's eyes. It broke her heart, she hadn’t been able to protect him but he had protected her.

She waved to her brother with one hand, leaning up and kissing Aragorn’s cheek. Frodo grinned “Ameragorn” he whispered. Sam, they only one he heard, nodded a timid smile on his face.

A/n: I am so sorry, this is one of the worst chapters of this fic, I swear it will get better.

Muse

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Shut the fuck up and let people ship men with each other if they want to

Okay, the fuck did I do to you?

I ship men together, the only characters I truly ship is Garrett and Steve from the Minecraft movie, both men, did ya know?

I don't care who you ship, I just might think differently and if you think that everyone who disagrees with you is worth cussing out, you are a very unhappy little shit.

And a coward, might I add, for using anon

Mutuals, if you don't mind, I'm tagging you once more to witness this

@streets-in-paradise @goodluckclove @wisheduponastar @pluto-is-crashing-out @aneptunicperson @nymphfever @alysinwonderland-at-tea @rock-n-macabre @shroombloom95 @iceman-kazansky

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I cannot explain to anyone how much I want the depressed barbie from the barbie movie

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guys, can you help me, help her??

She's really cool

Notes Game

Limit of 5 Notes Per Person

y'all can be intense lmao

Okay so. I've been not so great at doing the things I'm supposed to do... again- so here we go

White for not reached, Red for reached but not completed, orange for reached and started, green for reached and completed

Now let's begin maybe- We're starting semi high bc I know my moots- I'm not even tagging this one or @ ing anyone-

every 50 I get I'll actually take my vitamins (... whoops) (will forever be in progress as it is continual but I am doing it)

every 75 I'll actually do my stretches that help my knee (...double whoops?) (will forever be in progress as it is continual but I am doing it)

every 100 I'll drink a cup of water

150 I'll finish my sigil post

200 I'll start writing my post on Zeus

250 I'll finish my first drawing offering to him

300 I'll try to learn to draw Eagels

350 I will read my really long book

400 I'll actually write out my notes on clouds and try to learn when it's gonna rain (I'm pretty okay but I could be better)

500 I'll clean my room as much as I can within an hour

600 is two hours of prev

700 is three hours of prev

800 is 30 minutes of extra math studying

900 is 30 minutes of extra Latin studying

1000 I'll unpack more boxes

3000 I'll find things for devotional jewelry

5000 I'll take a weekend social media/phone break and be outside/offline instead

7000 I'll make devotional jewelry

and finally

the big one (T-T) that we'll in theory never get to because not this many people are actually interested in my posts

At 9000 notes I will actively try to make friends once school starts up

(scary-)

AGAIN the note limit is FIVE per person

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Aw dang it

He keeps getting hotter

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this is like my mom every time I say in bored

Been suffering through my Prozac prescription, whole time I just needed to go on a quest.

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Yes

Against bullies since ‘30

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Hi everyone!

I'm currently writing my own Grimoire, collecting information for myself, adding things to try when I get more confident and I wanted to ask if y'all have any suggestions for things I should include!

I have a couple sections:

Love, Healing, Herbal, Holidays, Astrology, Crystals, Tools, Witch tips, Glamour, Divination, Before/After spells, General magic, Protection, and Blessings.

Anything y'all want to add?

Heres a brief summary of my beliefs: I personally believe that there is one God with no gender, I believe that other gods (like the Norse, Greeks, Chinese, and more) are deities, kinda like angels. I pray to one God and then I ask the deities to help me with my magical practices.

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😲 sorry my queer is showing

Heck she's gorgeous

My babyyyy 😭😭😭 could you draw cassandra HAPPY for once ???

Yes here! 😭

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um

Excuse me, who is this man and who gave him permission to be ADORABLE?

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if my dad had Tumblr he would love this

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Um......

I wasn't......

I cannot express how important it is that you guys know I'm not the one kissing people and you might want to check some things

This phrase in my language 'to be kissed by a muse' is so accurate and helpful in explaining my inspiration. Because most of the time it's just like a kiss on the cheek, a quick peck on the lips, and I'll write a small scene. And then sometimes my muse is just french kissing me and I'll write a whole novel.

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im having to much bad luck to risk it

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I love tumblr

Me: Okay guys remember that it’s important in improv to establish your characters at the beginning of the scene.

Students: ok

Student 1: Hello. I am the president of the United States.

Student 2: Hello madame president. I’m William Shakespeare and I’m here to assassinate you.

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@pluto-is-crashing-out YOUR MY HERO FOR FINDING THIS!

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

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I feel you op, I haven't included her because I'm not sure how to write her. But honestly this post kind of inspired me so I may do somethin

*angst emerges again* (tw SA)

A particular character from Greek mythology i often see gets overlooked is Cassandra from Homer's Iliad. Particularly how her story showcases a very flawed, deeply in pain character that went through a lot, her most brutal moment being her assault from Ajax the lesser. Inside Athena's temple no less which caused a massive uproar for the hubris he committed

His end was justified. Both Athena and Poseidon delivered his doom for his crime. Still Cassandra's pain wouldn't be so easily healed because the internal scars would run deep. This is an unfortunate and raw mirror to the damage war causes to the civilians that are caught inside of it. How much war brings out the worst of humanity seeing through the eyes of the victim.

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YOU DID SO GOOD

Éowyn and Éomer Sibling Scene

The stallion reared as Éowyn approached,  it's hooves striking the air. She didn’t flinch. Her hand was steady on the reins, and her eyes locked on his.

Behind her, the stable door suddenly slammed open.

"Absolutely not." A voice loudly stated.

Éowyn loudly sighed. "Good morning to you too, brother."

He quickly strode toward her with his jaw set like stone. "You are not riding that horse."

"I wasn’t aware I needed your permission."

"You do when the horse is half-feral and you’re being reckless."

She turned towards him, the bridle still in her hand. "Reckless? For wanting to ride?"

"For choosing the most dangerous beast in the stables like it’s some kind of challenge."

"It is a challenge," she snapped. "And one I’m capable of meeting."

Éomer stepped between her and the stallion, in one powerful stride. "You’re not a Rider."

"I’ve trained since I could walk."

"You’ve trained with wooden swords and docile mares. That is a war-stallion, Éowyn, not a pet."

She let out a laugh, sharp and bitter. "And you think I don’t know the difference?"

"I think you like the idea of danger more than the reality of it."

"And I think you like the idea of control more than you care to admit."

His eyes narrowed at her. "This isn’t about control, it’s about common sense. You don’t throw yourself at a beast like that just to prove a point."

"I’m not proving anything,  i’m doing what I want."

"You’re doing what you always do - pushing boundaries because you hate being told no."

"And you say no because you hate not being obeyed."

They stood nose to nose now, both of their breaths sharp in the cold air.

"You’re not invincible, Éowyn."

"And you’re not my keeper."

"I’m your brother."

"Not my master."

"I’m trying to protect you!"

"I don’t want your protection!"

The stallion snorted, and started shifting uneasily. Éowyn dropped her voice, but  lost none of its fire.

"You think I don’t see it? The way you and Uncle speak in half-sentences when I enter the room. The way you look at me like I might break if someone raises their voice."

Éomer’s voice was now very low and tight. "Because I remember when you did."

Complete silence filled the stables.

Éowyn’s hands clenched at her sides. "That was years ago. That was different"

"And I still see it. Every time you throw yourself at danger like it owes you something."

She looks away from him, her jaw trembling. "Maybe it does."

Éomer exhaled, the fight starting to drain from his shoulders. "You’re not a child anymore, but you’re not a fool either. Don’t act like one."

She met his gaze again, her own steady now. "Then stop treating me like I’m made of paper."

He didn’t answer, he simply just stepped aside, slowly, and let her pass.

She led the stallion out into the morning light, her spine straight and her grip firm.

Behind her, Éomer muttered, "Stubborn as a mule."

She called back to him without turning around, "Must run in the family."