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the only time of the year this can be posted

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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

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@storyseekers event 07: seasonal surprise — for @radiantsusan ♡  — THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SKY.

↳ “it’s not magic,”i say. “it’s science. science means you can explain it, that you know how each part of it works. magic is – i mean, it’s science you haven’t figured out how to explain yet.” “i can explain my magic,” nimh replies. “and you just said you could not explain your engines.” well. maybe i should shut up, then.

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Commander Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead Kia Hua Ko Te Pa Snap Back To Reality Oops There Goes Gravity

It sounds funny and memey and at first glance, we see that it's preserving three pieces of cultural history. Let's go deeper.

Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead

From Shakespeare's Henry V, but also saying that we remember everyone who died because of you.

Kia Hua Ko Te Pai

From New Zealand's national anthem God Defend New Zealand, meaning "Let Goodness Flourish".

John is Māori and he speaks Te Reo Māori, as evidenced by him naming his daughter Kiriona (the Te Reo Māori translation of Gideon in the bible), and his friends saying he looked like a Māori pink panther.

John, a self-proclaimed God, failed to defend New Zealand. And he cannot Let Goodness Flourish. Making him say it aloud is massive fuck you.

Snap Back To Reality, Oops There Goes Gravity

Obviously a funny reference to Eminem's Lose Yourself, but there's two parts here.

"Snap Back To Reality" as in. Stop running from this and own up to what you did. This isn't a fun fairy tale. Humanity is fractured and broken because of you.

"Oops There Goes Gravity" as in. You destroyed the earth and MADE US FLEE INTO SPACE.

Making Jod say this aloud is a massive fuck you because her entire name

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DO YOU KNOW THIS CHARACTER?

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Neil strikes me as the kind of person that just like doesn’t blush. Like yeah sure he may get embarrassed a little at the Foxes’ dropped jaws when yet another pop culture reference flys over his head, but he’s so desensitized to things most people can’t fathom that I feel like he would never get flustered enough for his skin to flush.

But. Maybe it does happen sometimes.

Like when Neil complains that he feels like his feet are gonna fall off after night practice and Andrew just. picks him up. Bridal style with a deadpan face and bored eyes like he picks Neil up all the time. And Neil’s face goes red in seconds because he’s never been picked up and it was Andrew doing the picking up.

Or when Andrew shampoos his hair in the shower and takes great care not to get any shampoo in his eyes and Neil pinks at the sweetness that Andrew will deny later.

Or when Andrew insists on Neil actually using the curling gel Allison got him because his frizzy curls extend “a mile off his head”. Neil blushes when Andrew comes into the bathroom with him (cause he knows fuck all about taking care of his hair) and stares while he applies fumbles with the gel.

TLDR, I like the idea that Andrew is the only one that can truly fluster Neil and Neil is the only one who can fluster turn Andrew’s ears slightly red in turn.

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exy fans + twitter (championship final edition pt 2.5)

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I have this hc that Sauron’s obsession with vanity led him to spend years studying Maedhros’ features and trying to emulate them. When he couldn’t get it right, the proportions always a little off, red hair never deep enough, he took his anger out on Mae and when that option was gone, tried to pull from others also renown for their beauty instead.

Fast forward a few centuries and turns out all that work wasn’t entirely useless. And Sauron knows exactly what to do with the features he was able to recreate. Weaving them into his new face, the line of Maitimo’s smile, the set of his eyebrows, the crease of his eyes, he puts just enough to be familiar, but not enough to set off any alarms.

Celebrimbor doesn’t know *why* he trusts Annatar so easily, just that he’s got a good feeling about him. The Maia reminds him of someone he can’t quite put a finger on, but it’s a good association and he doesn’t think on it too deeply. Grows to call him a brother in all but blood.

Of course we all know how that ends. And the last thing Celebrimbor sees is his eldest Uncle’s smile, a mockery of the warmth it should hold as Sauron finally ends his torture.

(Elrond, on the other hand, never saw Maitimo who used to laugh easily and play silly games with children. Only grim Maedhros. The gentle features Sauron steals are alien to him. A stranger with too many familiar features he can’t quite place, twisted the wrong way, leaving him deeply unsettled. It’s why he immediately tells Gil Galad to send Annatar away, hiding trembling hands in his sleeves.)

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3 generations of curufinwës (fëanor, curufin, celebrimbor)

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The king has got a crown again.

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to last while it lasts

Tolkien Elves aesthetic  ☾

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There is no word for gaudy in Noldorin Quenya, the same way fish have no word for wet.

The Vanyar and Teleri have words for gaudy which translate roughly to “something a noldo would like.”

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I have literally nothing to back me up here except Vibes, but in my heart I know whenever very, very, very, very baby Maglor found out Maedhros wasn't Literally Omnipotent he just had to start bawling as he had to reorient his entire world around this very upsetting discovery. Maedhros can't reach a note that isn't actually possible for anything but seagulls to reach? Cause for mourning. Maedhros can't make sense of the two word nonsense sentence Maglor is saying? A tragedy of epic proportions. Maedhros can't physically fetch stars for him? However shall he survive this grief!

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if you are still taking prompts... 👉👈 Maedhros/Fingon + "again" ? 🥺 thank you i love your stuff!!

I have a Think Day at work today so naturally I Thought about what if rebirth amnesia? 👀 

“I’m sorry,” said Maedhros, a polite but confused smile gracing his fair and youthful face, “Do I know you?”

Fingon had endured much torment over the course of his life - his first life, he supposed it was now. He had suffered the losses of countless loved ones, felt the pain of unnumbered wounds over the course of centuries, and knew - still remembered - the feeling of his heart being crushed through his ribcage and into the mire of his blood. He had died, after all.

But this was a new sort of agony.

“I really am sorry,” said Maedhros again, his smile still warm but worried. He must have read something in the expression on Fingon’s face, because he was speaking with the gentle but rapid flow that Fingon remembered from their youth - their first youth. It was Maedhros’s instinctive attempt to diffuse tension with charm, belying only a little his inner anxiety. “I must be being terribly impolite - I was warned of this, you know. They say sometimes it happens? Memories, you see, being slow to return after…” he paused. “After unusually long periods in the Halls. I only just returned. Please do excuse me. In what manner were we acquainted?”

Fingon had heard that such things were possible. He’d known of a few cases himself; they were growing more common as those who had died in Beleriand, lost to the trauma of brutal war, returned to the undying lands. Healing in the Halls took its own toll and sometimes the cost that was exacted - or perhaps the gift that was granted - was loss of prior memory. Usually this amnesia was passing. Sometimes it took longer. 

It was too soon to say whether some cases would be permanent.

But somehow, for all that Fingon knew Maedhros had suffered greatly before his death, he had never considered this outcome. His own love for Maedhros had anchored him in the Halls; his love had returned, fully formed, before his fingers had. Before he had eyes that could see. Before he had feet that could stand.

And now Maedhros was standing before him, tall and slim and young as a boy, watching him with concerned gray eyes, observing at him like a polite stranger. 

“How did we know each other?” asked Maedhros again, and Fingon couldn’t bear the growing worry in his face.

You were my best friend, my lover, my husband. I was your king but you ruled me heart and soul. I died for you. I would do it again.

“We’re cousins,” said Fingon, and held out his hand. “Hallo! My name is Fingon.”

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“In fire and blood”

Feanor loses yet another loved one… and once more, it is his fault.

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