#but ending in February

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Chapters: 22/22 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Éomer Éadig/Gríma Wormtongue Additional Tags: Pre-War, Animal Sacrifice, and other Rohan activities because you all know me and world building etc, Drunk Sex, Hate Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, the usual sort of nonsense you can expect from these two, politicking, Attempts at Manipulation, but oh no they both might have fEiLiNgS for each other and NEITHER asked for that, Harvest Festival, no horses die in the making of this story so feel free to get emotionally attached to them, Alternate Universe, redemption arc but not really but kind of but not, idk guys it's Grima, Seiðr, Divination, weird feral rituals, some gender shit happens, magic hermaphordism etc, normal things - you know how it goes Summary:

September 3018, war is brewing (or already arrived, as some would say), and Grima is up to his usual tricks and nonsense, including living rent-free in Eomer's brain. Orcs are prowling, wargs are making mischief, treason is in the air, and the harvest is around the corner. In the midst of all the soothing, spying, oath-breaking, family drama, and invasive questions about what it means to lead in uncertain times, Grima realises that the master he's betrayed everyone for has turned on Sauron himself making our little snake a great deal more concerned about everything the future holds and willing to perhaps do a little double-agent action provided there's some guarantees in place for his future safety. Eomer hates skullduggery but, when dealing with Grima one must learn to speak in the language Grima understands best: blackmail, manipulation, and Politicks.

Alternate universe - but I wouldn't call this a redemption fic since Grima doesn't really go through ringer on that. ---- Obligatory Excerpt: 

‘Well?’ Éomer sighs, tired of this prompt. ‘Shall we talk? I presume you have completed whatever spellcraft remained to undertake this morning.’

‘I have,’ Gríma agrees. ‘Certain things need to be buried.’

‘The heart?’

‘Always the heart, and a few other items you need not worry about. As for our conversation, I’d relish tea and some food before we discuss.’

Éomer scowls, ‘Nay, Gríma, you will not continue to put me off. That is not a luxury owed you. Speak plain and speak now.’

Gríma rubs his hand over his face, and truly he looks tired. He appears hounded. He seems a man who needs a rest from it all.

‘Isildur’s bane,’ Gríma slowly begins. ‘It is about Isildur’s bane. The ring of Sauron, to be precise.’

‘What of it? It was destroyed, right?’ This is not where Éomer expected Gríma to go. He had been waiting for a half-admission to working for the White Wizard and some cajoling, begging, pleading to be taken back into the House of Eorl’s good graces. Likely in exchange for whatever he knows of Saruman’s plans. Rings of power? That never figured.

‘So everyone thought,’ Gríma says. ‘But it wasn’t. It was taken by Isildur and then lost. Apparently, though, it has been found. Remember when Lord Boromir came through our land? Well, he brought with him a riddle and part of the answer to the riddle is Sauron’s ring.’

Éomer shakes his head as the water boils, he takes the pot off and sets it on coals to simmer until fragrant. ‘I fail to see how this relates to Saruman.’

Gríma smiles, moribund. ‘And we come, now, to the offer.’

We are at the end of Part I of What Makes a King, or, Eomer and Grima’s Great and Wonderful Journey of Self Discovery and Casual Regicide (Even Though One of Them Never Asked for This to Happen)

I hope you all have enjoyed it thus far! I shall now go and burry myself in a hobbit hole to work on Part II of What Makes a King, or, This Time Eowyn Also Gets to Be Very Normal About People 

[lottieurl]

hyperfixations are so scary like yeah this could be a month long thing or i might be thinking of it everyday seven months from now. no way to tell

[gearbroth]

More Repairs...

[the-nameless-dude]

I finished it

Finally

Imma sleep now bye 🦅

Cross belongs to @jakei95

Ink belongs to @comyet

[northgazaupdates]

27 February 2024

Graphic designer Karam Naji reports from Al-Awda Hospital in north Gaza. He says the hospital has announced that all of operations have completely shut down. The hospital, already at severely decreased capacity, is now completely nonfunctional.

[dogahed]

happy joshneku magnet

[risoria]

[hychlorions]

happy klapollo day to the freaks and the weirdos out there!!!!!!!!!!

[mipexch]

dance with me one last time

[arsenicflame]

happy "our marriage is never gonna recover from this" day

[steddieas-shegoes]

The shampoo in the shower is wrong.

So is the conditioner.

And the body wash.

None of it is familiar, none of it feels like home, none of it feels like Eddie.

And why would it? Eddie’s not here, he’s with the band recording another album, far away from Hawkins and Steve.

They agreed to this, they both did. Eddie said he couldn’t wait for Steve, Steve didn’t want him to have to. Steve couldn’t leave the kids, Eddie didn’t want him to.

But that left them here, in this weird limbo where neither of them could acknowledge that they’d “broken up” and Steve was left staring at a body wash that wasn’t theirs.

It was stupid, really. Eddie always had his own body wash anyway.

But it was always right next to Steve’s. And sometimes they accidentally used each others’ when they were too tired to pay attention to the bottle they grabbed. And sometimes they’d run out of one and forget to pick up a new one at the store, so they’d smell like each other for a few days, weeks even.

And somehow Steve was expected to just use his own body wash, with no other bottle sitting on the shelf as an option.

Because Eddie wasn’t an option right now.

Or maybe ever if things kept going well for him and the guys.

Six months is a long time to not have Eddie as a comfort, as a safe place to rest, as a home.

But six months wasn’t that long when he thought about forever like this. Forever without Eddie.

Something he couldn’t have imagined the moment Eddie held a broken bottle to his neck.

He got out of the shower without washing his hair or his body; He could do it tomorrow.

He could be braver tomorrow.

He could survive another day without Eddie. Tomorrow.

Or maybe tomorrow he could finally be the one to break. He could call him and ask how things are. He could offer to come to a show. He could tell him that he loves him and he wants to follow him anywhere he goes.

But tomorrow wasn’t today and today, Steve had to accept his decision, their decision.

So today, Steve curled up in his bed, and he thought about what Eddie would sound like over the phone when he was brave. Tomorrow.

[thewinedarksea]

myth moodboards: the pleiades

in greek mythology, the pleiades were seven sister-nymphs, companions of artemis, the goddess of the hunt. together with their sisters, the hyades, they were called the atlantides, dodonides, or nysiades, nursemaids and teachers of the infant dionysus. the pleiades were thought to have been translated to the night sky as a cluster of stars.

requested by anon

[hyunpic]

february 2024 with hyunjin

[honeyhop]

blue spring 🌱🩵🌸

[toytle]

kissing superheroes w/ flying powers yields mixed results

exhibit B: clark’s tendency to float on cloud 9 (literally!) 💗

(see exhibit A)

[mihotose]

pieced together a short timeline now that ive replayed the game. followup to this

november 7 '50 - date of issue of harry's new badge

november '50 - klaasje arrives in martinaise

december '50 - the strike begins

january 29 '51 - harry is assigned the two drunks case

february 4 '51 - soona arrives at the church

february 12 '51, overnight - the next world mural appears

mid february '51 - joyce arrives in martinaise

krenel arrive in martinaise

around february 28 '51 - lely's birthday

sunday march 4 '51, 23:30-00:15 - lely is killed

thursday march 8 '51, past midnight - klaasje calls the rcm to report the body

friday march 9 '51 - harry arrives in martinaise

afternoon - ruby flees martinaise to the fishing village to hide from harry

night - harry tells people about the investigation and shows everyone his gun

saturday march 10 '51, night - harry crashes his coupris and parties all night with the union of moribund alcoholics

sunday march 11 '51, morning - harry leaves the alcoholics

night - harry listens to disco before trashing his room

monday march 12 '51, around 08:00 - ruby flees to the feld building

08:30 - harry wakes up without his memory [DAY 1]