#Sorte mountain

[critterbitter]

Tis the season on Twist Mountain! Elesa, from Sinnoh, happily tromps around in the cold. Emmet remains undefeated champion of snowball fights. Ingo shivers his way across the clearing.

Look at em go!

Masterpost for more pokemon!

[heelturndeux]

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

All Hail West Texas, 2002 Jenny From Thebes, 2023

[daily-odile]

sorry i was gone for a while i just got back from the mountains

[crumbpigeon]

till death do us part

[superbat-lmao]

For all those skiing accidents Bruce gets into, he must have to actually go skiing a couple of times just for the press coverage.

And before he buys the Planet, Perry sends Clark out to do a piece on the skiing industry and hopefully get an interview with the walking safety hazard that is Bruce Wayne.

Or honestly, have them meet as civilians at any of Bruce’s extreme sport covers. Because galas are boring as fuck and I wanna see Brucie Wayne try and teach Clark Kent how to ski.

[vulcansalute]

JAMIE DORNAN as ANTHONY REILLY in WILD MOUNTAIN THYME (2020)

[strewwwberry]

I'm obsessed with shen yuan being shen jiu's reincarnation for so many reasons

- finding out would lead to many mental breakdowns

- shen yuan being a born hater is suddenly explained

- shen yuans and shen jiu's personalities are actually very similar when you take away external factors:

Shen yuan is a hater and tends to do before thinking, especially if that's insults, so does shen jiu

Shen yuan gets oddly obsessed with things, so does shen jiu

possiveness in shen jius case would be learnt behavior from having nothing, which I can easily imagine shen yuan doing the same if he grew up with nothing (which he very much didn't experience having been second gen rich kid, which even having at the very least material things, he still shows signs of posseviness with Luo binghe at times, and again, even with his internalized homophobia!)

Being weird with relationships, im not elaborating

Trust issues brought on from ASSUMPTIONS, these motherfucks assume so much! And I can't even blame them because their assumptions make so much sense in the context they're given! But give it a bit more thought alongside action outside of just asking since they clearly love men who struggle to communicate (well done binghe for growing in that aspect) so thats just a no go

So much more tbh, and I'm not even doing this in a theory way because these two being parallels is probably (don't quote me on this coz I actually love this theory but also don't care enough to defend it in any way and them being parallels is a kinda gut wrenching shit I need lol) more canon accurate, with like everything that I'm not gonna get into rn or I'm gonna cry so sue me (don't actually, I'm broke)

But yeah I love this concept smm!! Which I find funny coz I'm a scumcum lover, sy is sj child/sibling/twin/parent/disciple/shizun/probably more, and I dunno what that says about me nor do I care 😙

Edit: also sqq(j/y) hating himself and not realising it is a different kind ironic I can't quite explain except to say its so amazingly angsty to a point is goddam hilarious

[stargirl230]

brush test inspired by a road trip through the Pennsylvania countryside 🏞️

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated!)

[theramblingvoid]

I think for 2025 The Mountain Goats should release a sequel to This Year that is also called This Year but instead of "I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me" the primary repeated lyric should be "I am going to kill this year before it kills me". As a threat. Gotta keep the new year in its place.

[kikimorart]

i think they have different ideas on what a good, refreshing hike is. maybe a little bit of both would be ideal? a little thing i've been working on last few days. throwing my hat in the ring in the last possible moment for @vesnaaa 's contest.

[chirpsythismorning]

Say it’s likely there will be a Brokeback Mountain reference in s5 and nobody bats an eye.

Say it’s likely that the final byler fight will be inspired by this scene and society goes wild.

[notbecauseofvictories]

It's very sad that I can't find a gifset that captures the manic, delightful, stupid, the-show-must-go-on-even-if-he-has-a-concussion!!! energy of The Goes Wrong Show, because as someone who did theater in high school, and has met a couple people who are professional performers.....it might be the most accurate depiction of Theater People I've ever seen.

[nastylittleghouls]

Buzz me up

@jimothybarnes wanted my thoughts on this with Mountain and idek. He gets about 470 words of Mountain edging himself by being a little weird about buzz pollination? This adult needs adult supervision. I don't know what I'm doing

AO3 for the so inclined

No cw aside this not being entirely botanically accurate I guess. Not beta'ed.

Mountain made this necessity a whole little ritual for himself.

Born in a season where not enough bumblebees were awake yet to ensure a consistently sustainable harvest outside the greenhouse. An individual celebration of the bond he had been gifted with. 

The straps of his overall are already dangling by his legs, his long sleeve on the floor behind him, step by step moving down the rows surrounded by green and yellow, the vibrations of the vibe dusting some of it down his arm, sprinklings of various colors in the fuzzy hair, as the stimulated anthers release their pollen.

The sight of the tip shallowly touching the inside of the small delicate row of petals reminds him of the pictures Aether showed him during the afterglow last night. Surprisingly sharp shots of the head of Aether’s cock nudged inside his and Dew's barely prepped holes just so and he feels himself clench around nothing, then twitch inside his loose pant leg. And with it the first drop of pre sliding down his thigh. Mountain takes a deep breath, the scent of soil, plants and faint arousal filling his nose. He lowers his hand to prevent any accidental damage to the flowers and…. 

He resists.  

Resists the growing impulse to abandon his task for instant gratification. There’s something reverent in slowly losing the rest of his clothes along the way and baring himself as he helps his plants to future fruition and he won’t ruin it. 

The distance between each garment on the trail he leaves behind is proof of it. 

And today, Mountain allows his other hand to drift here and there, his large palm giving the length of his cock a couple of strokes, paying special attention to the head every time he carefully inserts the tip of the vibrator into the flower. The last row almost breaks him,  steadily dripping a trail of pre and sweat on the floor. He has to pause to squeeze the base to starve off his release and keep his hand raised to aid the task.

He’s trembling too hard at this point to do it one-handed. 

By the time the last flower is done, he’s panting and arching into the touch of his hands, ungracefully stumbling to his knees before his back finally hits the dirt; rubbing the vibrator, laden with pollen residue, along his hard cock. His bare toes curl and uncurl deep into the wet soil beneath him as he keeps whining into the flesh of his arm. Gasping in the scents surrounding him

Relishing in the feeling of the thick pollen and cum fusion, he uses it to finger himself open, writhing needy and desperate down against them. He blindly pats around for his discarded overall, pulls out his phone, barely managing to send a bee emoji to the group chat. 

Aether and Dewdrop will understand. 

[silverorchideon]

I made a Magic Mountain Yokai AU. Have a little doodle of Grian, Gem, and Joel.

Gem's a Jorogumo, Grian's a Ningyo, and Joel's a Tanuki.

[thorin]

i wrote a little something that i have no idea if i'll continue, but i just really wanted to write a bagginshield fic through kíli's point of view, i thought it'd be fun. so enjoy!

tw: a bit of angst, mention of blood, but nothing too graphic, or excessive.

Contrary to popular belief, Kíli was not stupid.

He knew there'd been something going on between his uncle and Mr. Baggins the second he saw him break a smile —which was already suspicious— at Bilbo at the Carrock before hugging him —even more suspicious— after he'd defended his uncle from what was certain death.

Now don't get him wrong, he was more grateful to Bilbo than he could ever say. He saved Thorin's, and Fíli's, and his life too many times to count. He'd stayed after the battle had died down, and helped the healers, elven and dwarven alike, tend to the wounded and bury the fallen. He'd spent his entire days helping Bombur cook food at the makeshift camp they'd set at the base of the mountain, and when he wasn't cooking, he was stealing peaches and apples from the elves' food carts just for him and Fíli when they were bedridden. And he'd sit beside Thorin and wait for him to wake up when his nephews couldn't be there for him.

Kíli really liked Bilbo. He'd grown on him, all of them, truly. He just couldn't believe someone so small could be so brave, and feisty!

Which is why he was extremely confused when he'd heard Bilbo would be going home after Thorin had woken up.

His first reaction was that he felt abandoned. How could a member of their company simply choose to leave after all they'd been through together? He almost shouted his disagreement, before Fíli took his arm, shaking his head, and looked right at Bilbo: tear tracks on his dirty face. Maybe he wasn't leaving by choice.

He looked to his uncle, sat up against the wooden bedpost. His jaw was set and his adam's apple bobbed, as if it were physically hurting him to not speak up. His eyes were transfixed by Bilbo's back, like if he tried hard enough, his eyes could tell Bilbo all he wouldn't say.

Understanding flashed through Kíli's mind in a second. But it was too late. He tried speaking up again, aware of this new piece of information that he'd uncovered, but Thorin wouldn't have it. And it was frustrating Kíli greatly, because he'd never heard his uncle, his brave, tenacious uncle, speak with such a small, hoarse voice before, and say that if Bilbo wishes to leave, then he is free to go, with his blessing.

None of it rang true. How did no one notice? Why wasn't anyone saying anything?

By the time he'd looked at Bilbo again, he was already out of the tent, backpack on his shoulders.

Kíli was not proud of how he acted. He'd shouted at Thorin, painfully aware of his uncle's feeble health, but unable to contain his grief: he'd killed hundreds and seen another hundred killed, he'd almost lost his brother and uncle, and almost left his mother all alone in this world, and now his friend was leaving him, leaving them all. He'd fought relentlessly for months, why couldn't his uncle fight just a little longer, a little more? Why wouldn't he fight for his family like he said he always would?

Oin kicked Kíli out of the tent the second he saw Thorin's bandages become red. He was horrified. He'd never dream of hurting Thorin, but everything felt wrong. He'd never once cried on this journey. Not when his uncle was knocked unconscious by that foul orc, nor when he'd lost the rune stone given to him by his mother. But now he couldn't hold it in. It all came pouring out as someone —his brother, surely— held him, kneeled down on the ground. He wept until the stars came out.

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Months had passed ever since Azsâlul'abad was reclaimed. The harsh Eastern winter had finally given way to spring's sunshine rays, and although the mountain's citizens couldn't say they lived an easy life, they had food and a roof over their heads, which was more than they'd had for years. More and more dwarves were coming home from all over Middle-Earth, as word of Smaug's death was starting to spread. Reconstruction was slow, but steady, and life had shaped itself into a vibrant routine under the Lonely Mountain.

Kíli and Fíli had been crowned princes, and Thorin had been crowned king. His mother had finally come to join them on a caravan she lead from Shahrulbizad, and each member of the company was appointed to some sort of important position in the king's court. It was difficult for Kíli and his brother to get used to their new lives as royalty and the responsibilities that came along with it, and Kíli was grateful for any moment of respite he could have away from the eccentric Iron Hills nobles and Balin's royal classes. His days all looked the same, and yet he found he just couldn't get used to this new life.

Thorin, Kíli had noticed, clearly felt the same, though there was no running away for him. For any person that didn't know his uncle, they'd think he looked perfectly normal, if only a little stern. But Kíli knew that look. It was the same one he'd wear on his face when he attended feasts, sat at his throne, silent, while everybody around him drank and laughed. Or when he attended meetings with the court. Or when he watched Bilbo leave, a winter ago.

Kíli was not stupid. He saw how much his uncle suffered, and how much every single member of the company missed their friend. He missed Bilbo, too.

Which is why he sent a letter adressed to Bilbo Baggins of Bag End in the Shire, pretending to be Thorin II, King Under the Mountain, begging him to come back.

Surely that would solve everybody's problem. Right?

[rookflower]

i will say im a windclan moor >>> windclan prairie truther in my heart but i also think looking at "warrior cats is set in the new forest/england/the uk" and going "no it's not. it's actually set wherever i live" is awesome so whatever. whatever you think is right and whatever i think is right. 10 billion creative and inspired by personal experience warrior cats settings forever