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Stiles: my husband and i have agreed to never go to bed angry at each other
Derek: we’ve been awake since friday
Stiles: well that wouldn’t have been the case if someone would just admit that they were wrong–
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dwalin: the hobbit’s so short.
thorin: i could put a few inches in him.
dwalin: what?
thorin: what?
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Counter argument: Immortal, invisible, malevolent mouse
Ring slips around mouse’s neck and is gone.
The rest of the movie is just the 9 Nazgul trying to capture the mouse while the eye of Sauron watches an extended game of Mouse Trap unfolding before him.
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Tumblr Code.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
always reblog tumblr identification
good god this just crossed my dash in the year of our lord 2023
I LIKE YOUR SHOELACES??? IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024??
Let’s take it to 4 million, folks!
almost there!
TO 4 MILLION!!!!!!!!!
THE ORIGINAL SHOELACES POST?? ON MY DASH IN 2024??
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Art trade with @lorbalith of some sweet, sweet Bagginshield ~ pls tolkien fandom i draw a similar ship u may like, pls consider checkin my blog out ;u;
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Your Hypnotic Words Chapter 2
Bilbo found himself outside once again, sitting on his front bench. The stars were out, shining brightly above him, and he felt the comforting murmur of the plants that surrounded him.
The dining room window had been slightly cracked to help release the heat of having so many dwarrow within one room, so Bilbo found himself listening to the dwarrow inside.
“What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?” asked a dwarrow.
“Aye.” came the rumble of the leader. “Envoys from all seven kingdoms.”
“What did the dwarves of the Iron hills say? Is Dain with us?” Bilbo identified the voice of the bald, tattooed dwarf.
There was a loud silence before the answer of “They will not come” sent the dwarrow into a raucous.
The leader quieted them before continuing, “They say this quest is ours and ours alone.”
Noise broke out once more, curses being sputtered and cries of ‘cowards’ and ‘gutless’ and many other things said by a language Bilbo couldn’t understand came.
“They have a loyalty and oath to fulfill!” came the yell of the tattooed dwarf.
“I cannot force them to come.” replied the leader, “This quest is one viewed as a folly. A fool’s quest. The lives sacrificed could be great. I’ve told all of you the potential cost of this quest and have given you the choice to leave; I’ve done the same with the envoys. It would not be honorable of me to neglect to share the same news of potential peril with them.”
There were grumbles. The conversation continued, speaking of signs.
There was the scraping noise of a chair being pushed back before the leader’s voice came, “If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have begun to read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for sixty years. Eyes look east to the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back as others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?”
Bilbo had to admit that the idea of leaving one’s home and wealth for someone to freely take did sound abominable. Especially if that someone was your enemy. Like a Sackville-Baggins.
He said nothing as Gandalf came out and settled next to him. They sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke.
“Why do you need me, Gandalf?” he paused, “Actually, I know the answer to that. If you had simply wanted the stealth abilities of a hobbit, you could have gone and appealed to any Took or bounder, and they would have agreed quickly. Then let me ask you – what good could my abilities do for this group? You are well aware of the dangers presented by being in the presence of my thrall for too long, and if you wish for me to use my power, this group will inevitably fall.”
“Without you, Bilbo Baggins, these dwarrow will fail and all of Middle Earth will perish.”
Bilbo sat quietly for a long moment. “I do not presume to know of all your powers, but if foresight is one of them, then I’m certain you could find another path without me that will lead them to success.”
Gandalf’s voice was grave. “I do not have such a power, but I can say that there is no route that can be taken without you that they will succeed.”
“I suggest you find another. I will not come.” Bilbo stood, and left, unwilling to continue the conversation.
—
Thorin sat in the parlor, the group of dwarrow snoring around him, taken to sleeping in chairs or the floor - they were quite accustomed to such arrangements. He briefly startled at the noise of the front door opening, as the host walked into the front entry. He saw him peer into the entry, and seemed to miss that Thorin was still awake.
The hobbit sighed, and rubbed his eyes with a hand, dislodging his frames.
“I’m afraid I was unable to catch your name.” Thorin said.
Jolting, the hobbit looked at him, and Thorin was once again taken by the green depth of his eyes. Green was a color not often found among dwarves, and Thorin couldn’t help but compare it to the rare emeralds within the mountains that were sometimes found.
The hobbit looked at him, unimpressed, and Thorin desperately wished he could backtrack as he recalled that the hobbit couldn’t speak, feeling heat crawl up to his ears. He coughed, trying to cover his blunder. “I apologize for our unceremonious arrival, I was unaware that Tharukun did not inform you.”
The creature gave a wave and shrugged, and before he could say anything else, the hobbit turned, walking away from the parlor.
As soon as the creature was gone, Thorin groaned, rubbing his forehead in embarrassment.
“His name is Bilbo Baggins.”
Thorin felt twice as embarrassed as he found Dwalin looking at him knowingly, a smirk on his lips.
“Atkât.” Thorin said, before trying to sleep, blocking out Dwalin’s laugh.
—
Bilbo was miserable. His nose was on fire, his eyes watered horribly, he’d forgotten to bring his handkerchief, and he was incredibly uncomfortable, having never ridden a pony in his life. As he sneezed again, he groaned.
“Doing alright back there, Mister Boggins?” a light voice called.
Bilbo rose his head high enough to glare at the young dwarrow who’d fallen back to ride beside him.
“Not a very happy fellow, are you?”
Bilbo groaned again.
“Bilbo is a hobbit of few words, mind you,” Bofur shouted, to which he received a venomous glare from Bilbo. He hated that he couldn't retort.
What had possessed Bilbo to agree and rush out the door this morning, he did not know, but he was thoroughly regretting it at this point. He had no previous inclination or intent to go on the quest, but when he rose that morning and saw the dwarrow gone, he’d been seized with some kind of worry and found himself rushing out his door, with a bag hastily tossed together, which led to him forgetting his handkerchief.
When he had caught up to the company, Gandalf had looked far too pleased for his liking. He did not care for things that pleased the Wizard, and part of him was wishing that he had stayed back, simply so that Gandalf would not be looking so smug. And he wished again that he'd stayed at his smial as he found Fili and Kili on either side of him.
"Have you been mute your entire life, Master Boggins?" Kili asked.
"You're not supposed to ask things like that, Kili!" Fili hissed at his brother. "He can't even talk back to you!"
"What am I supposed to ask then?"
The brother's squabbling led to Bilbo's pony tossing its head, making Bilbo more uncomfortable than he already was.
He leaned forward on his horse, and reaching his influence to the two horses on either side, whispered, "Race ahead.", soft enough that it could be mistaken for a gentle breath. But the horses caught it.
He watched as the Princes nearly fell off their horses as they bolted, racing towards the front of the line. A roar of "Fili!" and "Kili!" came from the front of the line.
Bilbo tried to keep an expressionless face, but couldn't quite disguise the small grin that spread across his lips, all the while unaware of the gaze of one of the dwarrow.
Notes:
Atkât - Silence
Bilbo's powers are largely impacted by his emotions and the control he has over those emotions. Being as he is, currently he does not have much control over his emotions, and the reasons for that will be explained later in the story.
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Thorin walking around the bottom of the Hill for the seventh time...
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imagine dealing w an international crisis involving precious artifacts and someone is like ‘don’t worry I know a guy’ and it’s a dorky connecticut college professor named henry who slips into his slutsona and suddenly he’s capable of saving the world w the power of his whip & fedora
you don’t know where the guy is. you don’t know where the guy is going. but you do know he’s on the case w a 98% success rate and his tits are out
I said what I said!
It’s impossible to argue with anything above.
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Anonymous asked:
Oooooooo tell me more about Derek feeling small and safe and loved 😍
You hit me at exactly the right time because I was just finishing this:
Just picture Derek waking up late on a quiet Sunday morning, pulling on Stiles’ worn FBI shirt in a sleepy haze, and shuffling out to the kitchen where there’s a mug of fresh coffee waiting for him. Stiles is making breakfast and just lets him putter around in the background while he wakes up–he still finds a half-asleep Derek impossibly endearing, and if he can avoid waking him up fully, he does. Every chance he gets. It’s still something of a novelty that Derek doesn’t jerk awake at the slightest movement or creaking floorboard.
In this particular future, they’ve got a house up in the mountains overlooking Beacon Hills, and Derek likes to shuffle out onto the deck to drink his coffee and read the paper when he’s conscious enough. It usually takes a few tries to get both the sliding door and the screen unlocked and open, but he gets there eventually. Stiles just lets it happen, however long it takes.
When breakfast is ready and on the table, he follows Derek outside and hugs him from behind so he hook his chin over his shoulder and look out at the city. There’s a chilly breeze because it’s moving into fall, but with Derek in his arms blocking the wind, he’s still warm.
He presses kisses to Derek’s neck and stubbly jaw, and runs his hands up under the front of his own shirt, and marvels at the extra space through the chest and shoulders. Derek’s eased up on his workouts over the years, the further from danger and memories they got, and he’s not soft by any means, just less obsessive with being prepared for an attack of any kind. He doesn’t feel like he has to be a physical wall against any and all threats, not anymore.
There are good days and bad, of course there are bad days with everything they’ve been through in life, but the weekends are always theirs. The weekends are for waking up late and having real breakfast that’s not a rushed piece of toast in the car on the way into the Sacramento field office, and half-asleep coffee on the deck while the city comes alive.
They’ll probably go back to bed after they eat–maybe have some lazy and playful sex if they’re in the mood. Maybe they’ll just spoon and doze into the afternoon, because even though Stiles loves being the little spoon when he sleeps, he also loves holding Derek in his arms while the sun’s light lazily inches across their bedroom.
“Breakfast’s ready,” he murmurs quietly, and presses a kiss to Derek’s shoulder before pulling him back into the house. Derek’s eyes still aren’t open all the way, be he willingly goes where Stiles tugs him, knowing he’ll never steer him wrong.
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A couple of Thorin drawings
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I want to dress like him
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Top/Bottom energy
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Love the idea that Thorin rules with Bilbo on his arm and everyone warms up to it and suddenly all the Dwarves in the Kingdom want their own little Hobbit
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Just reread The Hobbit 😩 and I stand by my opinion:
📣 Bilbo would have stayed in Erebor if Thorin didn’t die 📣
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One day they meet in the forest between Shire and the Blue Mountain
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People were worried for Bombur, so I made an additional sketch to that comic.
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He will always be 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓮 to me 💅🏻✨