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Come Tomorrow (You Won't Find Me Here) [AO3 Link]

A remix for firstamazon's Healing Wounds for @tolkienremix 2022

I posted this on the AO3 collection when it opened but forgot to publish this out of my draft :( sorry

Wordcount: 2,215

Rating: E

Warnings: None

Relationships: Glorfindel/Maglor

Tags: Rivendell, Grey Havens, Angst (just a little) with a happy ending, frottage, (mutual) oral, transmasculine author

Summary:

"They are tired of ghosts, the both of them, even ghosts they love." [Glorfindel makes up his mind to sail for Valinor, but he won't be going alone]

Come Tomorrow (You Won't Find Me Here) [AO3 Link]

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space shit is cancelled until we solve homelessness and poverty

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I tried to come up for a rationale for why, if Gil-galad is the son of Orodreth, Eärendil - as a descendent of Fingolfin - doesn’t become the high king once he’s of age. (Excluding a system of very strict primogeniture with no inheritance through the female line, because I don’t like that.)

And I’ve decided it’s because 1) Eärendil doesn’t want to be High King and 2) elves come of age at 50, so he and Gil-galad mutually just decide to consider him ineligible on the basis that he’s not of age yet, and conveniently ignore the fact that he’s peredhil and has a completely different maturation pattern.

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Nobody better slam my girl Hubble Telescope after the Webb Telescope pics came out, alright? For YEARS she was the baddest bitch around and we owe her nothing but gratitude

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If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

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Duty and Honor - my GOS2022 story

I hope you enjoy, @theelfmaiden! Everyone check out the other stories for @gatesofsummerexchange.

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Gil-galad and Círdan 🌊 💙

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You know, I love that Tolkien said Finrod walks with Finarfin, because he could've said he's in Aman, or he's with Amarie, or any other thing, but none of them would give me the feeling that I get from canon, which is that besides processing his horror movie-like last days in Mandos, he also got a hug from his parents. Or many hugs. I know he's an adult and all, but I think after a giant wolf basically eats you alive, you deserve to be spoiled by your family a little bit no matter your age

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TOLKIEN WEEK # day 4 beginnings / endings every fellowship member first and last scene

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Christopher Tolkien. I was sad to hear of his passing this week. Without him, we wouldn’t have seen most of his father’s worlds.

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Rescued otter learning to get over it's fear of water

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I’m teaching a writing class to some teenagers on Friday, and we’re talking about Character Flaws. I have some stuff I’m going to talk about, but I wondered if you have any insight about choosing flaws, why have flaws in the first place, or advice on how to write flaws?

I’d get major credibility if the author of Coraline gave them some sweet, sweet wisdom.

Thanks!

I don't really know the difference between character flaws and character, to be honest. If you make a whole person there will be things they do well, and places where they are broken. Writing whole people is the challenge and the joy.

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Look, I know N95 and equivalent masks are the most protective against all strains of COVID (which is part of why I use them—the other part being that I can afford them), but

As a disabled essential worker, I would much rather see someone in a surgical or cloth mask than someone not try at all.

These masks aren't as protective as N95 and equivalent masks, but I'd rather people were to at least try stopping the spread of at least some variants, especially if surgical or cloth masks are all they can afford.

I've seen a lot of panic on social media about the reduced effectiveness of certain masks, and I'm concerned that could lead to otherwise well-meaning people giving up entirely.

Please don't give up.

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God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour