#can't you see it mr. frodo

[wheels-of-despair]

Eddie Munson Is My Babydaddy Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie and Evil Woman are responsible for a Flour Sack Baby for a week. Shenanigans ensue. Contains: Attachment issues, googly eyes, goofiness, family fun time, actual parental figures being So Done with these morons. Words: 3k

"Jesus!"

The stack of papers Mrs. Baker had just dropped on your desk was so massive, a staple wouldn't have had a chance. They were contained inside a yellow folder. You opened it to reveal the ridiculous amount of worksheets that would soon need filling out, and looked to your left to find Eddie as wide-eyed as you were.

"I wonder how many trees died for this project's sins?" Eddie mused.

"Can it, Munson," the teacher said playfully. She was one of the good ones. You and Eddie had lucked out and ended up in the same health class together this semester, and today was Flour Sack Baby Day. Just before prom. Well played, Mrs. Baker.

After the last of the novel-length piles of paper were handed out, Mrs. Baker returned to the front of the room. "The packets are pretty self-explanatory. Do we need to go over the rules again?"

She was answered with a collective murmur of "no."

"Alright, come get your baby when I call you, then you can use the rest of today's class to start on the packets and figure out who's taking what shift. Birth certificates need to be filled out and signed before you leave here today!"

Three minutes later, the Munsons are proud parents of a flour sack baby. It's just a five-pound store-brand bag of flour with a "9/M" written on it in permanent marker. Your project has a number and a gender. Now it needs a name.

You open the packet and find the birth certificate. You fill out the parental information while Eddie stares down the bag of this week's responsibility. You can't wait to see how he handles it.

"Alright, pops, we need a name."

"Frodo Baggins," he says without hesitation.

"Frodo Baggins Munson? No way you were ever allowed to reproduce, I demand a paternity test."

"Fro-DOUGH BAG-gins. 'Cause flour makes dough. And it's in a bag."

You chuckle and fill in the rest of the flour baby's birth certificate without even bothering to argue. You both sign on your dotted lines, then you walk it to the front of the room to have Mrs. Baker approve it. She looks at the name, and then up at you quizzically.

"Sorry. His father's a terminal nerd. I pray it's not genetic." She laughs and signs the paper, and you return to your seat. Eddie has the flour sack in his lap.

"Alright, Baby Frodough, your birth has been officially recognized by The Man." You pat the top of the sack in Eddie's lap. "Now what?"

"I guess we divvy him up between classes?"

You decide to keep him for the morning classes, and Eddie would take him after lunch. You were usually together after school anyway, so that would be no problem.

"He needs something," Eddie says, staring at the flour sack he's now cradling like an actual baby. You're not sure if you want to laugh or kiss him. The bell rings.

"Like what?" you ask, shoving the packet into your backpack.

You can practically see the lightbulb go off over his head. "C'mon."

"Okay?" You grab your stuff, and Eddie's too, and try to keep up with the nerd darting out of the classroom with a sack of flour.

Three doors down, Eddie stands in the doorway to the art room. "Mr. Harris, do you have any googly eyes?"

"What?" you hear from inside when you finally catch up. You linger by Eddie's side in the doorway and see the art teacher eyeing Eddie suspiciously.

"Do you have any googly eyes?"

"Why?"

Eddie holds the sack of flour out and cries, "Our baby can't see how much we love him!"

You snort. Mr. Harris throws back his head and laughs. "Third drawer," he points to a cabinet, "knock yourselves out."

"Thanks!" Eddie grins, hugging Frodough close and heading toward the cabinet. You open it and dig through the drawer of leftover art supplies together, finally finding two eyes that were relatively the same size and a bottle of glue. Eddie places the flour baby on a table and bends over to glue his eyes on. "There we go. Hi, Frodough! I'm your dad!" He waves at the flour sack, then nudges you with his hip. "Introduce yourself!"

With a roll of your eyes, you give in, "Hi, Frodough. I'm your mom. I'm the normal one, obviously." Eddie's jaw drops in mock offense, and the warning bell rings.

"Shit, we gotta go." You pick up the flour baby and head for the door, both calling another "thanks!" to Mr. Harris on the way out.

"Bye, Frodough. I'll see you at lunch." Eddie lovingly touches the flour sack in your arms, mutters a "careful, that glue's not dry yet," then turns on his heel and walks in the other direction.

"…and goodbye to you too, dear! Have a lovely day! Bring home that bacon!" you call sarcastically to his back. He spins around to flash you a wicked grin before nearly running into a band geek and turning a corner. "Alright kid, guess it's just you and me," you mumble to the bag on the way to your next class.

At lunch, Eddie insists on holding the flour baby on his lap. He proudly introduces Frodough Baggins Munson to his Hellfire Uncles, who look at him as if he's grown tentacles. You hand off the flour sack and the folder at lunch, and much to your surprise… you kind of start to miss lugging that thing around during your afternoon classes.

After the final bell, you wait for Eddie as his locker. When you see them round the corner, you smile. "Hi, boys! I missed you!" Eddie grins back, seeing that you're ready to play with him, and leans down for a kiss. You hold Frodough as Eddie shoves books in his locker, and then head to the parking lot together.

"Should we have a car seat?"

"Shit. Should we?" You look at each other for a minute, then decide that you'll just wear a seatbelt and hold Frodough on your lap. You're surprised when Eddie actually drives the speed limit, but don't say anything. It's cute that he's taking this seriously.

When you get to your house, Eddie holds the flour baby at the kitchen table and works on the packet - the baby's whereabouts and activities need to be logged every hour - while you make snacks. The afternoon passes uneventfully as you work on other homework and pass the flour baby back and forth.

When you hear your mother's car door slam, you get a wicked idea. Leaning back in your chair at the kitchen table, you pull your shirt over the flour sack.

"Mom, we gotta talk," you grin when she walks in the door. She looks at the bulge under your shirt with wide eyes. Before she can ask for an explanation, you moan. "Oh god, it's coming. Eddie, it's coming!" He slides to his knees on the floor next to you without missing a beat.

"Push, babe! Push! You can do this!"

"AHHHH!" you groan as you push the flour sack from beneath your shirt into Eddie's waiting hands. He proudly holds it up to show your mom the googly eyes.

"It's a boy!" Eddie exclaims, face full of mock-surprise.

"Oh God, there's two of them," your mother rolls her eyes to the ceiling and tries to hide her smile. Eddie rests Frodough on your knee and remains on the floor by your side.

"How long is this gonna go on?" she asks.

"A week."

"Well, you'll probably save me a store run. One of my coworkers has a birthday on Friday, I think I might bake her a cake. Can I borrow some of your baby if I run out of flour?"

"Little ears!" you shriek, and go to put your hands on Frodough's ears. You hesitate. "Where are his ears?" you murmur to Eddie, who positions your hands where he imagines the flour baby's ears to be. "Little ears!" you say again, with your hands in the right place.

Your mother sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, still trying to pretend she doesn't find you hilarious.

"Can Eddie stay for the week? I'd hate for our baby to be from a broken home. Like me. See how weird and damaged I turned out?"

She places her bag in a chair, then leans against the counter and gives you both a calculating look. "Fine," she finally says. "He's here all the time anyway."

"Aww. You wanna hold him, granny?" you grin. Eddie plucks the flour baby from your knee, holding him out from his position on the floor so your mother can take him.

She glares. "Don't."

"Nana?"

"Stop."

"Maw-Maw?"

"Eddie, go home, you're both grounded."

You and Eddie both cackle, knowing he's not going anywhere. Finally, she takes pity on Eddie's shaking arms and picks up the five-pound bag he's been holding out to her through this entire exchange.

"This thing got a name?"

"His name is Frodough Baggins Munson. Like the Tolkien character. Emphasis on the DOUGH and the BAG," Eddie explains.

She looks into the googly eyes and says, "Sorry, kid. Your parents are total dorks."

Eddie is allowed to stay; on the condition that your bedroom door remains open, and that the flour sack sleeps between you. Neither of you has a problem with these terms.

Later that evening, you accompanied him home to get clothes and introduce Frodough to Wayne before he left for work.

"Wayne!" Eddie called when he stepped inside, needlessly, because Wayne was in the kitchen. "Meet your grandson!" He holds the flour sack toward his uncle. Wayne stares into the googly eyes for a minute, and like your mother, rolls his eyes.

"As soon as Wayne's eyes unstick, I need a picture of the Munson men!" you insist, holding up your camera. Eddie bounds over to Wayne, wrapping an arm around him and holding Frodough proudly between them while he grins for the camera.

"Wayne, you're not looking very happy about our little bundle of joy," you jest from behind the camera.

"Y'know," he drawls, "once upon a time, I thought you might be a good influence on the boy. Mellow him out a little. But I think it went the other way. Now there's two of ya."

"Have you been talking to my mom?" you ask, lifting your head above the camera's viewfinder. Wayne laughs, and you snap a quick picture.

The next day, you enlist your brother's help. For the reasonable cost of $5, he becomes your official family photographer for the week. Over the next several days, when you weren't in school, you embarked on a series of family outings. Very well-documented family outings. The three of you had the time of your lives.

You and Eddie took Frodough to the playground. There are photos of you three coming down the slide together, holding the flour sack on the monkey bars, and pushing him together in a baby swing. (Eddie somehow crammed most of his ass into the baby swing and took it for a test drive first, to make sure it was safe enough for little Frodough.) The three of you rode the coin-operated carousel in front of the grocery store. You went to the dollar store and faked a tropical vacation. You went to Lover's Lake and had a family picnic, checkered blanket and all. Frodough even got to share the Dungeon Master's chair with Eddie during a Hellfire Club meeting.

You'd never had this much fun with a school project before. Eddie didn't even complain about having to log every hour of activity. Taking care of that little sack of flour became like second-nature to you both.

And then, in what seemed like the blink of an eye, your week with Frodough was over. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little sad about it. You suspected Eddie was feeling it too.

That last day was a somber one. At the end of the day, you carried your sack of flour back into Mrs. Baker's classroom. Most of the other student-parents hadn't bothered to give their flour babies any personality at all. Yours was the only one with googly eyes. You stacked your completed packet on top of the pile, removed the battered Dio shirt that had been pinned around him like a onesie, and placed him with the other naked flour babies on a table by the window. You each patted the flour sack fondly one last time. You took Eddie's hand, wanting to walk away and get this over with.

"What's gonna happen to them?" Eddie asked Mrs. Baker, who was transferring quiz scores to her gradebook.

"The flour?" She looks up to see him nod. "The cheer squad is using it for the bake sale next week." You feel like melting into the floor. Eddie holds your hand tighter, and you share a dismal look.

"What if we want our baby back?" Eddie asks, returning his attention to Mrs. Baker. Your heart soars.

"Kids, it's a sack of flour."

"But it's our sack of flour," you respond stubbornly.

"The girls are picking it up after practice today. Sorry, guys." She closes her gradebook and ducks down to tuck it into her book bag.

He strikes like lightning.

Before you even realize what's happening, Eddie has snatched Frodough and fled from the room with a wild cackle.

"What in the world?" Mrs. Baker looks to you, as if you planned this. You reach into your pocket and pull out a dollar - well above Frodough's retail value - slap it on her desk with a grin, and chase the Eddie-shaped blur through the halls of Hawkins High.

You meet up with him at the van. You both lean against the side, laughing and trying to catch your breath.

"I think you just won the Father of the Year Award," you wheeze.

"What did she say?"

"What in the world?" you mimic. "And then I slapped a dollar on her desk and ran." You both erupt into another fit of laughter.

"Let's get the hell outta here," he says, coming to open your door. You slide in, he hands you Frodough, and you make a hasty getaway.

You soon find yourselves at Lover's Lake. You sit in silence for a few minutes, but eventually, you have to break it.

"What are we gonna do, Eds?"

"What do you mean?"

"We can't carry a sack of flour around for the rest of our lives."

He sighs and leans back into his seat, turning his head to look at you. "Then I guess we give our boy a respectable send-off."

He gets out of the van, comes to your side, and opens the door. He reaches out for Frodough, but you hesitate. "What are you gonna do to him?"

He smiles, reaching for you instead, and pulls you both down. You hug Frodough to your chest, and Eddie hugs you to his.

"You were a great flour mom."

"And you were the best flour dad," you mumble into his chest.

"C'mon," he says with a kiss to your forehead. With an arm around your shoulders, he leads you to the place you had your family picnic. He reaches for Frodough, and you reluctantly give him the flour baby.

Eddie turns Frodough so he's looking at you both with his not-quite-the-same-size googly eyes. "Frodough Baggins Munson, you were a wonderful son. You brought your mom and I so much closer together, and we had a fuckin' blast with you." You elbow him gently. "Sorry. We had a blast with you. We couldn't let you become cupcakes, especially cupcakes that would financially benefit the jockstraps of Hawkins High, so we've brought you here, to a place we know you love. It's time for you to go, but know that we will never forget you. On account of those three rolls of film we're gonna send off to get developed as soon as we're done here. But rest easy, Frodough. We'll see you in another life. Anything to add, Mom?"

"Bye, Frodough. You were a good flour baby. We're gonna miss lugging you around." That's all you have in you.

Eddie unrolls the top of the flour sack. "Ready?" You nod. He spins in a circle, dusting your picnic spot with flour. And more flour. And even more flour. When Eddie finally shakes the last of the flour out of the bag, it looks like he's standing in a snowdrift.

"Uh… so I guess five pounds is a lot of flour." You look at each other and crack up.

"Somebody's gonna come out here before this blows away and call the CDC or something," you laugh, kicking up a cloud with the toe of your shoe.

"Guess we should probably get outta here then," he grins, pulling you into his flour circle. You hold each other in silence for a moment.

"Thanks for this," you say quietly, looking up at him. "I didn't really expect to get that attached."

"Me either," he responds. "But I had fun this week."

"Me too. I don't think I've ever had this much fun with anybody. Especially when groceries are involved."

Eddie snorts.

"How are we gonna look Mrs. Baker in the eye on Monday morning?" you ask, face beginning to burn already at the thought of your upcoming embarrassment.

"Maybe she'll give us extra credit for being the only parents who refused to abandon our flour baby?"

You laughed.

But she did.

[luckynumber-8]

♡ ~ HOBBIT TRAUMAS (AND HOW YOU TAKE CARE OF THEM) ~ ♡ (4 Hobbits X Reader Preference)

a/n: No one would escape an adventure like the Fellowship had unscathed, especially not if you were an innocent, good-hearted, fun-loving hobbit.

My take on the traumas the 4 hobbits would have after the adventure, and how you, reader, help them deal with that.

P.S. -This is my first-ever writing post in Tumblr... and also my first-ever posted fanfic-type-thing! It's just a bunch of headcanons right now - maybe I'll take one of the ideas and turn it into a drabble or something later. Feedback is the best thing ever, and I would love to get any that anybody has!

P.P.S. - Shoutout to @wordbunch, who's LOTR writings I absolutely adore, and whose post formatting I basically used as a cheat sheet, because I'm a totally clueless newbie. So thank you! I hope that wasn't out of line for me to borrow 😕

Frodo

Sometimes he can still feel the crushing weight of the ring pulling on his neck or weighing on his chest, and you catch him absentmindedly rubbing one of these spots

So you, you special person, find some excuse to give him a neck rub or a back rub

Because you absolutely cannot stand seeing him trying to hide his discomfort like this

You know openly calling him out on it will just remind him of all that happened to him, so you have become a Master of Subtlety and Distraction

Whenever you catch him staring into the distance, you know it is Time to Remove Frodo From His Own Head

So

Distractions ensue 

Namely:

Surprise hugs

Randomly launching into stories or rants that you know he won't be able to help listening to 

(Because the sound of your voice is not-so-secretly one of his favorite things and he will listen forever)

Offering to read to him (we all know this is Book Boy, so what better than having his favorite tales read aloud by you?? His favorite narrator??)

You make him cups of tea as he writes his book

When he sees you smiling in the doorway with a mug in one hand and the scent of his favorite leafy brew drifting out of it, it just makes his day because…well, you.

You just think of him too much and he can't handle it lol

Sam

Never

Ever 

Ever

Try to put this poor boy around spiders

Ever

(yes I love this HC, idk who came up with it and I can’t remember where I saw it but it’s basically canon in my bran now)

He cannot stand them, not even in the garden anymore. You can see how he stiffens and twitches every time one of those ugly eight-leggers scuttles across his path and instantly know how much restraint he's using not to kill it on the spot.

Spider in the house? It's all you, Y/N

You know he would try to face it down for you and you alone

But you can't stand seeing him go all cold and shaky at a little garden spider 

So you often remove them before he can even notice because peace in the house is a nice thing to have

He also has alarming levels of self-doubt sometimes because of how he thinks he's misjudged things in the past

But luckily for him, he has you

You are there to support him and are always advocating that he is strong and makes solidly good choices

And you know what? You are his world, so he believes your every word. 

He drinks those affirmations up like there is no tomorrow

And you are happy to continue on as his supplier till the end of days

Merry

Personal HC that when his arm is burned after stabbing the Witch-King, he gets phantom pains not dissimilar to Frodo's

It's almost like nerve damage - he'll be fine one minute and drop whatever he was holding the next, or his hand will start twitching in weird and sometimes disturbing (to him) ways

This is Mr. "Nothing-Bothers-Me-And-I'm-Fine", so naturally, it bothers him quite a bit that one of his appendages refuses to follow orders on a regular basis

It's something that he tries to hide from you - pretends it's not there, BARELY jokes about it.

If Merry Brandybuck ain't joking about it, you aren't either.

Sometimes you hear villagers mentioning it in hushed whispers, and you (badass) shut them up before a single one makes it back to Merry

Because you know that's what he'd do for you, so you absolutely do it for him.

And you know he secretly appreciates that you don't fuss over it, because he doesn't want to feel different or incapable. It helps, for him, that you treat him like just the same person he was before (because he is duh) and nothing has changed and he doesn't want or need to be coddled.

Not saying you do, but you might sometimes give this particular arm a little extra love and affection. Massaging his hand, tracing circles on his wrist, and just letting him know how dead cool you think his scar is.

Because, really…how many people have changed the fate of Middle Earth and have something to prove it?

Your Merry does, that's who. And you'll never let him forget how amazing and brave he is.

Pippin

Pippin is constantly awake in the dead of night

Because he's haunted by wild nightmares 

And you're the first and probably one of the only people he would turn to for comfort

So guess what? You're up too, holding him close to you in the dead of night while he tries to calm down

Sometimes he tells you what the night mare was, sometimes he keeps silent and just wants to lay next to you. You know he'll tell you in his own time if it's right to.

This little hobbit is such an empath, he really took to heart EVERYTHING that happened on his journey

And he thinks that way too many things were exclusively his fault 

Gandalf's death? His fault.

Merry getting hurt (because he got them separated and wasn't there)? His fault.

Boromir's death (because he didn't know how to fight)? His fault.

Again, you know better than to push, but you know the content of a lot of his nightmares revolves around his contributions being insignificant, his actions causing people's injury (or death), and how badly things could have played out because of him. It worries you, how much brainspace he gives to these things.

So you keep him close to you. I mean that both literally and figuratively. He's not shy about taking the physical comfort he needs (honestly I don't think he's aware of the concept of personal space), but he gets tripped up trying to talk about his own feelings

So you just give him his space, all the time he needs, and bottomless snuggles 

Because contrary to what he thinks, a lot of things went right because of him, and you can't tell him enough how much he means to everyone (and you. most importantly, definitely you.)

Thank you for reading, if you made it down this far! I hope to post some actual writing soon, if I can find the time to sit down and put my Writer's Cap on. I am considering opening requests! At this point I don't know who will see this r how it's going to do, so we'll see how things work out :)

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: A Shortcut to Mushrooms

"[Frodo] was lying in a bower made by a living tree with branches laced and drooping to the ground; his bed was of fern and grass, deep and soft and strangely fragrant. The sun was shining through the fluttering leaves, which were still green upon the tree." HELLO I WANT A BED LIKE THIS HOLY COW

LOL Pippin like "I would've eaten all the bread and not saved any for you if Sam didn't stop me" 🤣

"I don't want to answer a string of questions while I am eating. I want to think!" "Good heavens! At breakfast?" Have I mentioned that I love Frodo and Pippin—

Frodo sees his kid cousin running in the grass and singing and thinks to himself "🥺 oh I can't possibly take him and Sam into danger with me, look at them"

I love Frodo's entire conversation with Sam here. If I tried to list my favorite lines, I'd be copying the whole thing. Frodo doesn't want to put Sam in danger, because he loves him, but Sam is extremely loyal and willing to walk into hellfire for Frodo, because he loves him. It's just such a sweet exchange that tells you so much about these characters. I'm love them boys.

Also Frodo being surprised that Sam's become so philosophical haha

Frodo: "We'd best get going; we slept late." Pippin: "You mean you slept late." HAVE I MENTIONED—

Frodo: "I'm not going to take the road. I'll cut straight across country to the Ferry." Pippin: "What, can you fly??"

Pippin: "Short cuts make long delays! Besides, I was hoping to stop at the inn for some good beer." Frodo: "Well, that settles it! Short cuts make long delays, but inns make longer ones."

Also Sam stalwartly like "I'll go with you, Mr. Frodo," but also inwardly like ":-C but the beer tho"

And now we return to another hiking section, about which I have very little to say except that Tolkien's description of the natural environments of the Shire is extremely beautiful and I too would want to hike there

And now we interrupt your regularly scheduled pleasant hike for some bone-chilling horror

It's hard to imagine in the modern age—when tornado sirens and jet planes and faulty car brakes all probably make noises not unlike that of a Ringwraith's call—but to hobbits who have never heard a noise louder or more frightening than a thunderclap, a high, sustained, almost industrial screech like this must seem like the most terrifying and otherworldly thing.

(Also nobody tell Pippin about the white bellbird, which has a call like the emergency alert system at a volume comparable to a pneumatic drill)

Pippin: "Oh good, it's Farmer Maggot :-D" Frodo: "OH NO IT'S FARMER MAGGOT D-8"

It's such a shame that we know so little of Frodo's childhood, but the fact that he was a Certified Scoundrel(TM) who was prone to stealing mushrooms and got his butt whooped over it is absolutely hilarious 🤣 How ever did a naughty kid like him become the erudite sweetheart we know and love??

Pippin like "chill bro, he's a mutual friend of mine and Merry's, we're good!" Meanwhile Frodo is sweating buckets LOL

It's so cool that Pippin gets to be the leader in this section. And what a fearless leader he is! Of course he's not in any danger at all, but it just says so much about him that he waltzes down the lane to Farmer Maggot's house without a care in the world while Frodo and Sam are both terrified 🤣

Also I adore Farmer Maggot's hospitality

Sam giving Farmer Maggot the side eye because he whooped Frodo over the mushrooms years ago X-D

"I recollect the time when young Frodo Baggins was one of the worst young rascals of Buckland." I MEAN JUST IMAGINE

Farmer Maggot's story about the Ringwraith is SO GOOD. I love how much courage this round old hobbit has in him.

Farmer Maggot: "Moral of the story, ya never should've gone to Hobbiton. Clearly ya got mixed up with weird people." Sam: >:-C

Also Farmer Maggot cheerfully being like "don't worry, if they come after ya again, I'll deal with 'em for ya!" is so sweet and so ballsy X-D

Also Farmer Maggot is SO FREAKING SMART, and so generous. I think it's Merry who says later that he's got a lot more going on in his head than his genial appearance might let on, and he's right. He can see that Frodo and co. are in trouble, and he immediately offers his help. What a solid dude.

And here we see Frodo's silver tongue at work once again!

"I've been in terror of you and your dogs for over thirty years... It's a pity: for I've missed a good friend."

This line actually made me stop and think, bruh. How many friendships do we miss out on because we let the mistakes of our younger selves dictate our future?? I can think of lots of dumb things I did as a kid, and I'd be so embarrassed to run into the people that I wronged in my stupidity...but who knows? Maybe they're good people. Maybe they'd even be my best friends, if I got over myself. Food for thought.

And speaking of food, I want to have dinner with Farmer Maggot and his family and farm hands X-D

Ohhhh the suspense of the hoof-falls in the foggy lane is SOOO GOOD

WHO'S THAT POKEMON??

IT'S MERRY BRANDYBUCK!!

And his humor is in absolute top form LOLOL

"When it grew foggy I came across and rode up towards Stock to see if you had fallen in any ditches. ... Where did you find them, Mr. Maggot? In your duck-pond?"

HAVE I MENTIONED THAT MERRY IS MY FAVORITE HOBBIT

Also, the fact that Mrs. Maggot packed a basket of mushrooms for Frodo makes me very happy X-D

[thegreatobsesso]

The last two days have been bad. I've been seeing the there's some good in this world, mr. frodo, and it's worth fighting for going around and I love to see it, but I'm in a much more what can men do against such reckless hate kind of space.

I wake up in the morning and think, why get up? I do anyways and I make coffee because that's what I do in the morning. I sign into work, I sign out of work. I stop myself from thinking about more than the next half hour and what I will do in that half hour inside my home. I don't have any more than that.

I don't have the energy to think about the horrors that are coming up, the ones we can predict and the ones we can't. I inevitably end up thinking of them, but I start going down the path and my brain slams the doors shut to protect itself, and I'm letting it have that.

Brain doesn't do that unless it needs to. Some things need to be fed to it in small doses. That's alright. I'm alright in the sense that I'm not going to hurt myself or anyone else. But I'm not good. I'm very scared and very sad, and surprised that I'm surprised.

I guess that's all. @ anyone, message me if you want to talk, vent, rage. One thing I can say is I know I'm far from alone.

[themarysuep]

So I just saw the new looks for the upcoming TV Shows especially Daredevil Born Agaian and Marvel Zombies.

What are you're thoughts on them and also how do you think Mr Khan gets involved in the plot of Born Again

Also what do you think will happen to Kamala in Marvel zombies since she is the 'Frodo' of the story (And we did get our semi first look at her in the trailer)

I saw them!! Super excited for more Kamala. The Daredevil: Born Again trailer is a bit clearer now. Honestly, Matt might be at Yusuf's office? Or it could this be a holding cell / jail? The lighting is so dark I can't tell if it's an office or some government facility. I don't get how Kamala could have legal trouble with Fury on her side. I'd think she and Kamran would have an agreement with the government. Maybe Kate is pressing charges bc Kamala broke into her apartment 💀. It could also be another family member with legal trouble that Yusuf is helping. I'm hoping whatever it is results in Kamala appearing for the final fight.

Marvel Zombies looks cool too. We got the smallest look at Kamala lol. I think Marvel even removed her from their official accounts trailers for some reason? It's a really short show so I'd be interested in just seeing her without her family. Family is so important to Kamala that even in future comics, she has a husband and kids. So if her family is already dead, it would be something mostly unexplored by Marvel. I wanna see a bit of her and Zombie!Carol too. I think Kamala is a survivor. She died 2x, she was in a coma, she was "reborn" twice after being exposed to terrigen. I think a survival type show is totally up her alley.

What are your thoughts? 👀

[that-choir-girl]

Told Ya She'd Say Yes

requested by @frodo-cinnamon-roll. Thx for requesting :)!

***Frodo's POV***

I sighed, staring at the bar where Rosie Cotton, and lovely y/n worked. Both were chatting happily to each other as they did their duties. It's been a few months since we came back to the Shire. I've always had a crush on y/n, even before my quest began. Sam had already proposed to Rosie, which happened just a couple of months ago.

Now, I wanted to ask y/n out. But I didn't know how. And I was too scared.

"Hello? Frodo, are ou even listening?" Merry asked. He waved his hand in my face, trying to catch my attention.

And it worked. I snapped back to reality after staring at y/n from afar.

"Sorry. Wasn't paying attention," I answered quickly as I turned to face my friends again.

"Oh. Staring at y/n, are we?" Pippin smirked. He gave me a teasing wink.

My cheeks burned a bright pink color.

"Of course, I don't," I hastily replied.

"Yes, you do. You've been staring at her for the past thirty minutes, man," Merry interrupted. "You should ask her out by now."

"I can't, Merry. I'm too shy," I tried to argue.

"C'mon!" groaned Merry. "You went into Mount Doom and managed to destroy the Ring. And you think that asking y/n out is harder than that?" He stared at me in disbelief.

The duo pressured me for a bit. Sam just sat to the side, smoking his pipe. He didn't want to get himself involved, and I didn't blame him.

"I'm sure she'll say yes, Mr. Frodo," he finally encouraged. "I was scared to death when I asked Rosie to marry me a couple weeks ago, even though I knew she'd say yes. We're not close to Miss y/n, but I can tell that she adores you, even if she just watches from afar."

"See?" Pippin added. "You should ask her!"

Both Merry and Pippin shoved me towards her, and I nervously approached y/n. My hands were sweating profusely by the time I got there. I waited patiently as y/n collected orders from two other male Hobbits, who were drunkenly commenting her. That caused me to be a bit jealous. But she paid no heed to them, much to my relief.

She finally turned to me, smiling slightly. I could see a pink blush creeping up her cheeks, and she quickly avoided my gaze.

"C-Can I help you, Mr. Baggins?" she asked shyly.

"Well. . . . .," I began, wondering how I should start off my confession. "I actually have something to tell you, y/n."

She raised an eyebrow, looking really suspicious. Well, no turning back, now. It's now or never.

"Go on," she said. She sat herself down on the counter.

I took a deep breath, trying to control myself.

"I — I was wondering if you'd — if you'd like to go on a date with me?" I asked, stuttering and stumbling in between words. She stared at me in surprise, and I could feel a sense of dread settling in the pit of my stomach.

Maybe she didn't want to be with me at all.

I found myself blushing hard. This was not how I wanted things to go.

"I-I'm sorry!" I stuttered, unsure of what to say. I — I wasn't sure of what you'd say. Or if you wanted to go on a date at all! It's alright if you don't want to. I understand —"

I was cut off when I felt a pair of soft lips pressing against mine. At first, my heart stopped, and I didn't know how to react. I soon responded by wrapping my arms hesitantly around her waist. When she let go, she looked me directly in the eyes.

"Of course, I want to, Mr. Baggins," she answered.

My heart soared when I heard her say that.

"Tomorrow evening, then? If you're free?" I asked.

"That sounds great."

"I'll see you, then," I breathlessly replied.

I looked at her one last time before cheerfully making my way back to my friends. I noticed that both Merry and Pippin had triumphant smirks on their faces.

"What?" I asked casually once I sat back down.

"Told ya she'd say yes," Pippin replied.

"Shut up," I replied as I stared wistfully after y/n again.

[haganezukawaifu]

Rosa Dolce Chapter 2

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Bella. The same Bella since I was six. The same Bella I use to play with in the park and sleepover. I haven't seen her since she moved to Arizona. I always wonder how she was doing. She looks just like Renee except without short brown hair.

"Now today's topic is themes," Mr. Mason said. 

Everyone in the class groaned, maybe the class anticipated watching a movie based on a book we read. "Now class, themes are significant in English and  literature." I sat up intrigued. "Theme is the idea, concept, or lesson that repeats throughout a story. It relates to the protagonist's journey. It lies deep in their concerns, passions-their soul. Take "The Alchemist" for example, Santiago's desire to seek buried treasure, or in "Lord of the Rings", Frodo's only motivation was to destroy the one ring," Mr. Mason explained. 

"But that's not all, poems also have themes. Give Mr. Poe for example. His work "The Raven." I'm sure someone in the class can quote a line from The Raven," Mr. Mason said. The class was silent. "Come on. Anyone?" No one answers or bothers to raise their hand. I sigh as I fiddle with my pen. As I look down at my desk and said the line;

"Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing." 

 I could feel all eyes were on me at this moment.

"Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there was spoken was the whisper word, "Lenore?"

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore?"-

Merely this and nothing more."

Silence fills the room once again as everyone looks at me, some awe. "Very well Ms. Anderson. Now class," Mr. Mason as he continues to teach. I notice that Bella is staring at me, and I turn to look out of the window. After the last 3 to 5 minutes of being in English, you think English class can't end fast enough. In class, I wasn't often outspoken, but only in subjects I was passionate about like literature. Oh, how I adore it. For the last 45 minutes, the bell rang but not before Mr. Mason assign us a book to read for the week. As I gathered my belonging, I heard a sudden and surprising voice.

"Christine."

I looked up and it was Bella right in front of me. "H-Hey," she said. "Hey." "It has been a while since we have last seen each other," Bella said as she grip the strips in her bag. 

'It has been years.'

"Yeah. I thought you were moved to Arizona with Ms.Renée." "Mom got remarried and she couldn't spend much time with Phil so I decided to live here with Charlie," Bella said. I see. Make sense, her father Charlie Swan is the Chief of Police in Forks. "H-How about you? I wasn't aware you were staying here now," she reply. I sigh in response. "It wasn't my idea to move here but Cordelia decided to open up a flower shop here," I said as I gripped my books in my hand. She hmm in response. There was silence between us. We haven't seen in years. Before I could say anything, I was interrupted. 

"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you."

From the sound of it, it sounded like Eric and it was Eric, another classmate of mine.  "Bella," she corrected him as he nod. "Right. Hey Christine," he said. "Right. Um, I guess I will see you around, Bella. Who knows we might have another class together but we should catch up." "Yeah sure," she replies with a nod in response. I smiled before walking out of Mr. Mason's class and heading my way to my Trigonometry and Calculus class taught by Mr. Vanner. Math. Ugh. Mr.Vanner seems to want to make the class harder than it seems, but it isn't. In terms of that, I'm probably the smartest student in the class. If not the first, then maybe the second or third.

As soon as I arrived at my class, I sat in my usual seat. Following the final bell rang, Mr. Vanner announced that there will be a pop quiz.

'A pop quiz on a Monday. How typical to start the day.'

But it was nothing new for Mr. Vanner. Give us a pop quiz on something conceiving or something we don't know, then teach the class about it for four days and then the actual test will be Friday. Mr. Vanner held out the paper and as soon as I took a look at the paper, it was about the Pythagoras Theorem. There were only 5 questions. I already know it.

'This should go by fast as always.'

I answered every equation easily and finished. I stood up and walked to Mr. Vanner's desk but as soon as I place my paper on the desk, another paper was beside mine. And the owner of the paper was Cullen. Edward Cullen. I look at him as he looks at me with those golden eyes and nods his head and walks away. I did the same but with a small smile. Edward and I were always the first to finish. Then it would be Angela. But the crazy part is that I don't know much about him. He's like a closed book in my case. The family moves here two years ago from Alaska, and the moment they came, they became the talk of the town you can say. Our first interaction was quite awkward, the only time we spoke was when we both had a history together and we both were partners. He wasn't much of a talker last year.

'He's not much of a talker this year either.'

Soon as the quiz was finished, Mr. Vanner reviewed the quiz in hand and taught us the formula, as if I didn't know it. After the last 45 minutes in class, the bell rang and it was time for Biology. Then it was Government. When will this day ever end, I thought to myself. And now it's time for lunch. I grabbed my lunch and sat at my usual table... by myself. I always sit at the same table by myself and eat my lunch and read. It's more peaceful that way and I can enjoy my book. I grabbed my book and started reading. It was a classic called "Little Woman." I quite enjoyed it. As I was reading, I saw someone approaching my table and standing there. I looked up and it was Bella.

"Hey," she said. "Hey, Bella." "Umm... You mind if I sit here," she asked. I nod my head in response as she sat down in front of me. "I'm surprised you're not seated with Mike, Jessica, and the rest." "I was until I notice you were seated by yourself and wanted to catch up. So what book are you reading," she asks. I lift the book and say "Little Woman." She nods her head in response before she looks down and starts fiddling with her tray. I close my book and place it on the side. "So, what do you want to catch up about?" "Well, how have you been? How's Cordelia and Anthony," she asked.

'Oh.'

"I have been doing good. Cordelia is doing well. Anthony, he moves out when I turn 14. I haven't heard much from him or seen him since then." Bella nods her head. "And you. How was life in Phoenix." "Phoenix is great. Kinda missing it right now," she said. "Not used to rain and wet weather huh." Bella shook her head. I don't blame her. In California, I was used to the heat and it only rained so often but now I move here, all I see is rain. Boy, do I hate it? "You know Jessica and Mike told me something," she mentions.

'Oh boy.'

Immediately, it caught my attention, I knew what she was saying. "Let me guess. Did they mention I was a witch?" Bella looked a bit surprised when I revealed it before she did. I chuckled at her reaction. "Before you say anything, I'm not. I swear you work in a plant shop and people think you're a witch." "So how come they think you are," Bella said. I sigh at the question. New students are normally warned about me.

'I'm surprised that Jessica and Mike haven't told her why.'

"A girl in my sophomore year climbed a rope during gym class and I watched her while everyone did their own thing. She was climbing so high and my eyes couldn't leave her. Suddenly she stopped, then got dizzy. She start to let go of the rope and fell. Someone caught her, but one person said I probably caused her to fall because I watched. Since then, I was known as the 'witch'. Ridiculous thing if you ask me. Not to mention the cylinder incident." As my head flops down on the table, I sigh. "Everyone thinks I did that when honestly the heat was too high and it exploded." I sigh as I mumble down. I think that is the most I've ever explained myself. Soon I heard Bella sigh. "Well...I don't believe you're a witch." I gave her a soft smile before I nodded. "Thanks."

'At least someone doesn't think I am.'

Then the bell rang. Lunch is over already. "The bell. What's your next class." "Umm biology," she said. "If you like I can take you there. I have Spanish next. And I don't know, maybe after school, I can show you the flower shop. I'm sure Cordelia would be happy to see you." "Uh sure," she responded with a nod. We gather our things and exit the cafeteria. It was nice to talk to someone at lunch. I honestly haven't done that in forever. So maybe things might change.

or will they...

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Okay, so I've decided to do Fic Rec Fridays at the end of the month now that I've been keeping a fanfic reading log. Guys. I've read A LOT of fic this month. 😅 Okay so I think the best thing is to organize this by rating and then word count. Please note that this is a pure reading log so I'm just listing fic, author, and small "what it's about".

For August I Read:

397,333 Words

20 Fics

17 Authors

Rating G:

AU-gust Mashups by @ahufflepuffhobbit- Short BOTFA fix-it with an ill-timed confession. Let's face it, this is how we all wanted to see BOTFA end.

Love Makes You Blind by thorinsbeard- Small little oneshot where Bilbo thinks Thorin is blind and can't stop staring. It had me rolling when Thorin told Bilbo he's an underwear model.

Mr Underhill's Finest Seafood Specialities by @nocompromise-noregrets- Oneshot from Frodo's POV as famous food critic, Thorin Oakeshield, arrives as his uncle's restaurant. All the interactions between the characters were fun as well as seeing Bagginshield through Frodo's eyes.

Teach Me Your Ways by airebellah- Multi-chapter story with refugee Thorin struggling through English, but he meets Bilbo who accepts him as he is. Honestly, super fluffy fic with lots of family moments that I really wish there was a sequel, but accept it as is.

Rating T:

Drawn by thorinsbeard- Oneshot where Bilbo stumbles upon some NSFW versions of himself in another cafe patron's sketchbook (in an uncreepy way). Will hope and anticipate a smutty sequel.

Prize Enough for Me by StrivingArtist- Two-shot with Bilbo chasing after Azog after believing he killed Thorin to enact his revenge. I'm always here for some BAMF Bilbo.

When Darkness Shines Brightest by @lordoftherazzles- Multi-chapter Hades/Persephone take. The introspection of Thorin's character blows me away in this fic.

Rating M:

How to Beat Gold Sickness by Epoxide- Cute oneshot where Fili and Kili decide that announcing that Bilbo is pregnant with Thorin's child will shake the gold sickness. Now I just need the sequel where Bilbo says that it's actually true.

Dating Blind by badskippy- Jealous waiter Thorin does sabotages Bilbo's blind dates. This was just perfect, and yes, Thorin does make up for it.

Sparks & Gardens by @fantasyinallforms- Down on his luck Thorin manages to get the best deal of his life when he becomes gentleman Bilbo Baggins handyman. Look, regency is normally not my taste, but this fic does such a good job of just making that the setting and not necessarily the theme (if that makes sense).

The Kitchen Thief by @mordellestories- Multi-chapter Tolkien AU (?) where Thorin still has dwarven blood but can get by with appearing as a human baker in a time where anyone else is treated with discrimination. I will forever be laughing at Bilbo's "oh no, it's the nutty baker" comment.

Stranded by @tickles-ivory- Multi-chapter AU where Thorin and Bilbo live in separate universes but find each other. Honestly, super cute concept and execution with fun "slice of life" chapters at the end.

My Love's a Noble Madness by silverneko9lives0- Bilbo works at an insane asylum where Thorin is a patient who thinks he's in love with him. Okay, I have to say that the tags on this had me scared for A LONG time, but there's actually 0 non-con after Thorin gets medicated and you find out the fucked up situation they find themselves in the beginning is all Azog/Sauron/Melkor's fault.

Rating E:

Look At You by thorinsbeard- Bilbo uses the ring to sneak into Thorin's room, accidentally witnessing the dwarf king masturbating. This fic is so hot and honestly another that I would 100% read a sequel for.

Evening Interlude by paranoid_fridge- Bilbo and Thorin have an evening to themselves for bondage fun. Seriously though, if you're wanting a fic with some heavy bondage kinks, this is the perfect fic.

If You Lend a King a Hand by Cranbear- Bilbo assists Thorin out in the woods, and they have come to an understanding regarding future engagements. Look, I just know this fic is going to checkmark some kinks for me and dom!Bilbo is just an added bonus.

Through the mist (I find you) by @consultingpacha- Thorin has developed amnesia after the events of BOTFA, and Bilbo returns to discover this as well as the fact that he's engaged. Guilty smut and angsty feelios galore (though we are promised a happy ending)!

Fuck Thy Neighbor by @lordoftherazzles- Thorin and Bilbo accidently got married in Bree after one drunken mistake and have now ended up as next door neighbors. This is the type of romcom shenanigans that I am 100% here for, featuring Roac tormenting Lobelia in this newest chapter!

Unrated:

the legend by Ineedtherapy (gethelp)- Bilbo thinks he's still banished and the Company thinks he's dead, and once this misunderstanding comes to light, Bilbo decides to travel with the returning caravan from Ered Luin. Bilbo probably dragged this out longer than necessary, but we're finally to the point where he reveals himself, and I need to know what happens next.

[frodothefair]

I'm still working on Rivendell, since I was feeling rather blah this weekend, but now I am thinking in earnest of expanding that story... someday.

I mean, ok, Mari does not actually become the tenth walker, I think that is abundantly clear by now, BUT my mind has been going crazy inventing the additional ways in which introducing her into the story is going to create absolute chaos and send things in completely different directions that Tolkien never intended. But that's so much fun, isn't it?

Since I can't keep a darn thing to myself, some ideas after the cut.

@konartiste (this still counts as the FoM verse, no?)

Mari and Frodo have a psychic connection while he is on the journey, in part because she is expecting.

Aragorn is reunited with Arwen, and Mari is part of that same delegation, and reunited with Frodo. She is also clearly showing by now.

Merry and Pippin and Sam helping take care of a baby in Minas Tirith.

Frodo and his friends return to the Shire, and find the Scouring in full swing. Frodo, being in possession of a wife and child now, is not a pacifist like he was in the book.

Mari gradually realizes just how ill Frodo is, and that he may not fully recover. During a particularly bad moment, he tells her that he had an offer to go over the Sea by the elves, but that he would never do it because of her and their child.

Marigold tells him to go, and actually writes to Elrond to arrange it. The imaginary scene from Ch 20 of FoM becomes reality:

Odds were, she would tell him to go – would even beg him. She was selfless like that. Mr. Frodo, please, please just go, she would implore, her voice choked with tears. If there is better healin’ to be had… If the Elves might… I cannot bear to have you stay on my account, in all your pain, and to die an early death, because of me… 

He leaves, or maybe he doesn't. We will see. If he does not leave -- or goes, almost leaves, and then comes back, we have paradigm of "if you love them, let the go, and if they return, they were always yours, if they do not, they were never yours in the first place."

If he does leave, Mari later finds love with Merry who, go figure, had an interest in her since they were part of the Conspiracy, but of course he could not say anything because she was Frodo's wife. Mari tells him that she can love him, but not in the same way that she loved Frodo.

[glitteringaglarond]

'I don't think, Mr. Frodo, that he's done much writing while we've been away. He won't ever write our story now.'   At that Bilbo opened an eye, almost as if he had heard. Then he roused himself. 'You see, I am getting so sleepy,' he said. 'And when I have time to write, I only really like writing poetry. I wonder, Frodo my dear fellow, if you would very much mind tidying things up a bit before you go? Collect all my notes and papers, and my diary too, and take them with you, if you will. You see, I haven't much time for the selection and the arrangement and all that. Get Sam to help, and when you've knocked things into shape, come back, and I'll run over it. I won't be too critical.'

I know JRRT didn't realize how significant this would become when he wrote it, but I can't help but think about how like Bilbo he never got to write the full story, so his heir collected all his notes and papers, selected everything, and arranged it just so for him.

Christopher Tolkien is to J.R.R. Tolkien what Frodo and Sam are to Bilbo Baggins. They told the story when Bilbo and JRRT became too old to do so themselves.

[thranduilswifesblog]

We love him right, our nerd but lovely Celebrimbor. And we Can't imagine how we manage to survive after we watch his torture scene in the series (probably season 3)

Look at his smile!

And because I'm evil enough, I just wanna remind all of you, that he forge the 3 elven rings and he gave one of them to Galadriel. In the unfinished tales book, it's clearly said that he gave her the ring as a sign of his love for her. Even though Galadriel rejected his proposal hundreds of times, he still loves Galadriel. Here's the proof.

And even after she refused him somany times, and she choose Celeborn over him, he still cares for her just like in this scene. You can clearly sees he's really worried.

And annatar/halbrand/sauron will take him hostage, torture him and makes him watches all his relatives died on sauron's hands, and then he finally gave up and told him where all the 9 rings, but he never ever tell him where are the 3 elven rings. He kept it in his heart till his death. He endured all the pain, and he finally give up when Sauron beat him to death with his own mithril hammer. And then he hung Celebrimbor's body on a pole and used it to parade the body as a banner when he faced off with the remaining Elves.

He kept silent cause he promise to Galadriel, OMG my heart! Mr. Tolkien I respect you but his story is just tragic! 😭😭

Edit. I forgot to include this but Celebrimbor become a wraith cause of the tortured, and he literally stuck in mordor for a thousands years until Frodo destroyed the one rings.

HAVE FUN GUYS

[elrondsimp]

Frodo x F! Reader

“Forehead kiss”

A/n: for @almost-gabrielle

First part: https://www.tumblr.com/elrondsimp/717409024357842944/hi-i-really-love-your-writing-and-i-was-wondering

A few days had passed, and Y/n's health had gradually improved. She was finally feeling like herself again, but there was one problem - Frodo had fallen ill. It seemed that taking care of her had taken a toll on him.

Y/n couldn't help but feel guilty for Frodo's condition, and now it was her turn to be the caregiver. She fussed over him, bringing him hot soup, herbal remedies, and blankets to keep him warm.

Frodo, despite his weakened state, couldn't resist his affectionate nature. He reached out to Y/n, his eyes pleading. "Please, Y/n, just one kiss. It would make me feel better."

Y/n frowned and scolded him gently. "Frodo, you kissed me when you were sick, and now you're paying the price. I can't risk getting ill again. But I'll take care of you, I promise."

Frodo pouted, but he understood her concerns. He settled for Y/n's forehead kisses, finding comfort in her touch even without the physical closeness he desired.

One evening, as Y/n tended to Frodo's needs, the rest of the Fellowship, curious about his condition, peeked into the room. They were met with a flustered Y/n, her cheeks turning rosy, and a stubborn expression on her face.

"I-it's to check his temperature!" Y/n blurted out, her voice betraying her nervousness.

Gimli raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming on his face. "Oh, of course, Y/n. Checking his temperature with your lips, are you?"

Y/n's face flushed deeper, and she stammered, trying to find a way to explain herself. "N-no, not like that! It's just...a friendly gesture. Frodo needs some comfort, you know."

Aragorn, ever the understanding leader, stepped in, his voice calm. "Y/n, we trust you. Take care of Frodo as you see fit. We'll leave you to it."

With a nod of gratitude, Y/n watched as the Fellowship departed, leaving her alone with Frodo once more. She turned to Frodo, her eyes filled with determination.

"Now, Mr. Baggins," Y/n said firmly, "no more trying to persuade me into kissing you until you're fully recovered. We'll get through this together, but no more unnecessary risks."

Frodo sighed, realizing he wouldn't be able to change her mind. But he couldn't help but smile as Y/n leaned in to gently press a kiss against his forehead, showing her care and concern.

And so, Y/n tended to Frodo with love and devotion, providing him the care he needed until he regained his strength. Their bond grew stronger as they supported each other through sickness and health, proving that sometimes it's the selflessness and unwavering support that define true love.

[thealogie]

I've lost count of how many asks I've sent in the past couple of days so I guess I have officially joined the anons in your peanut gallery. I've only ever been a lurker on tumblr, is there any ask etiquette I should be aware of?

Also I think you should listen to your dad and become a theatre influencer cause I've never even been that interested in theatre but now I'm flying to London next week just to see one? And then I saw the rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead one and was already on booking dot com sighing like donmarwarehouse_unofficial has led me to places I wouldn't even go with a gun.

Alas, it's in Seattle and I can't even leave my house without a visa so point for my bank account but also don't go where I can't follow mr frodo!

The idea of being a theatre influencer is so funny to me because I hate every blogging/social media platform except tumblr (the platform that no one has ever gotten a brand deal or sponsorship through bc it cannot be monetized) and then also theatres don’t have money. But in another life I am being flown out to see plays around the world and create hype for them and then I’ll get cancelled because I didn’t tag my hype up memes as #paid partnership.

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

Answering my own ask...

Okay so...for nice ask week, I tossed out a question that I think can reveal a lot about a person, and about how they see themselves. The question was: If you could make a list of the top fictional characters that all combine to describe you and your spirit, your soul characters, who would they be and why?

And because I'm me, and I've thought about this question a million times over the years and keep a running list in my phone I wanted to answer my own ask so that y'all here on Tumblr can get to know me a little bit better! And what I'm going to do, because I am a lover of great quotes and a believer in the power of words, is tell you why these characters are my soul characters through THEIR words and the words of others speaking about them.

Going to save the best for last, by the way.

Rapunzel - "I promise. And when I promise something, I never, ever break that promise. Ever."

Woody - "But the thing that makes Woody special is he'll never give up on you. Ever. He'll be there for you, no matter what."

Elsa - "You are the one you've been waiting for."

Cinderella (2015) - "I want to tell you a secret. A great secret that will see you through all of the trials that life can offer. You must always remember this. Have courage and be kind. You have more kindness in your little finger than most people possess in their whole body, and it has power. More than you know. And magic. Have courage and be kind, my darling."

Samwise Gamgee - "That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for."

Ted Lasso - "You know, I think that if you care about someone and you got a little love in your heart, there ain't nothin' you can't get through together."

Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor/Hanover-Stuart Fox - "He came from a long, long line of princes, but never before had there been a prince quite like him: born with his heart on the outside of his body."

[nocompromise-noregrets]

for the wip tag game, I am FASCINATED by the idea of a legolas-sam-ring temptation conversation, that sounds GREAT!!

heeee! I think it was a Tumblr post that got me thinking about it, but I can't now remember as it was a few months ago >.< I have a few fics in which Legolas and Sam (and others) make a garden in Minas Tirith for Arwen after the end of the War of the Ring, and this is another one...

“D’you know, Mr Legolas,” says Sam, one morning when we are both busily engaged in planting some of the plants we have brought from Ithilien in the garden we are making for Arwen in Minas Tirith, “when I took up the Ring for Mr Frodo, it talked to me.” He pauses, and I glance down to see a sheepish expression on his face, almost bordering upon ashamed. “As I understand it, that was common for those who bore the Ring, Sam. What did it say to you?” Sam does not quite seem able to look at me, and he does not answer straight away, so I turn my attention back to the periwinkle whose roots I am unwrapping from the damp sacking I used to transport it here. “It promised me things,” he says eventually, very softly, so quietly that I almost do not catch what he has said. “It whispered about things it knew I wanted, though I didn’t really know I wanted them, myself, and once it had said what it said, I wanted those things more than anything. Even more than helping Mr Frodo and putting an end to the Ring and its nonsense and going home to the Shire.” “The Ring and its master were very good at making promises,” I murmur, taking up my trowel and digging a little hole, placing the periwinkle’s roots down and covering them with soil. “Not a one of them was true.” I am thinking of Celebrimbor, of course, and his terrible fate, of Isildur, of Boromir, of Gollum and all those whom the Enemy ensnared. “I know, Mr Legolas, I know,” says Sam, sounding miserable. “And it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, to put it away from me and say, no, you’re wrong, I don’t want that, I want what I came here to do, which is to help Mr Frodo and put an end to you.” “But you did it, Sam,” I tell him, and I cannot help but reach out and place a hand upon his shoulder, for he sounds so unhappy and so ashamed of himself, and I cannot bear to see him suffering so. “You did what so very many others could not.” “I suppose,” he says. “But I still wanted those things. I still do. Well, some of them. The flaming sword I can do without, I’ve no use for it now. But…but to see all that broken, scorched land growing green again, to see it become the greatest garden in Middle-Earth, even greater than the Shire…” He trails off, scrubbing the back of his hand across his eyes, and all I can do for a moment is to look at him, temporarily robbed of speech by the simplicity, the purity, the beauty of his greatest wish and temptation. “I think that would be the thing that would make me the happiest,” he says eventually. “And to know that you’re going to go and live in Ithilien and make it beautiful again, that’s…I suppose that’s like getting my wish, only without the Enemy being behind it.” He dredges up a smile, and glances up at me, looking nervous and worried and still a little ashamed of himself, all at once, and my heart turns over.

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I see you've been asked several already, so for the Tolkein asks: whichever question you want to answer most, but haven't been asked c:

Hi Mo! :D

Thank you! The temptation to answer all the questions left was there... But I don't want to pester you with basically an essay, so I'll select a few x°D

Edit after writing it: *it's still an essay* Oops.

2. If you were the Middle Earth race that your personality most matches, which would it be?

I'm a Hobbit. Definitely a Hobbit. No love for being on centre stage, will eat six meals per day (listen, snacks are important ok), is very comfortable at home, but resourceful when needed. I miss the love for gardening, my thumb is very black and I have little interest for plants that I can't eat because what's the point. But Bilbo in the book dreaming while camping in the cold of a cozy afternoon spent reading with the kettle on the fire speaks to my soul.

10. Favorite performance by any actor in the Tolkien film projects? Bonus: What's your favorite scene with them?

Bernard Hill as Theoden always gets me. He's just the right level of intensity, melancholy and grieving because he's old and feels like he hasn't accomplished anything. The tenderness and the respect he has for Eowyn as his beloved niece AND a wise woman he can be happy leaving his kingdom to (Eomer goes with him to a potentially suicidal mission. He's saying, to me, that his heir is HER, not him). And his speeches are all-!!! The Pelennor Field's one always have me shivering. The words are nice, sure, but his acting was just great. All of the Rohan part is just peak casting and great. Miranda Otto did a stunning job, her singing the mourning song haunts me. And THAT SCENE where Karl Urban just screams himself raw when he finds apparently dead Eowyn. I still don't know why exactly it was cut from the cinematic version, it was a pity.

Andy Serkis. I am appalled that he doesn't appear in more movies because honestly find me any other person who would have delivered a Gollum in the same way. (and please Hollywood cast him in more diverse roles, make me see his face, he's GOOD, give him a chance)

Since no one named him: Sean Astin as Sam. REALLY. The way he can go from grumpy and pouty to bright and happy seeing Frodo and absolutely EPIC. He's a whole journey by himself. Favourite scene: I can tell you the PO-TAY-TOES scene by heart, mimicking Gollum as well. But his speech at the end of Two Towers.

And also. Not a favourite because it's down for lines that are not so good, but... I know it's highly unpopular, but I really liked Morfydd Clark as Galadriel. She's not Cate Blanchett, and she's not supposed to be. That's still Edgy!Galadriel that she plays, she's younger and still hot-headed and please read the book and find out that Galadriel is not an ethereal lady, she's a Noldorin and she can and she WILL kick your ass. Clark does it, she has the right look for it. (her lines could have been better? Yes. I still think she did good with what she had.) (I'm all for edgy and angry, more human-like elves, and thought I know it's flawed, but I liked Rings of Power.)

12. Tolkien's work contains a lot of interesting themes: devastation of war, things lost that cannot be restored, rebirth/renewal, holding true to one's companions even when it is darkest, and others. Which is the most important to you?

I'll try to be brief here, I could fill a dissertation over this.

But mainly:

“It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going, because they were holding on to something. That there is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for."

This.

The fact that no matter how dark it is outside, there's the promise of light and joy at the end of the tunnel. Hope in spite of everything.

And the fact that it doesn't matter where you come from, it doesn't matter who your ancestors were, how tall are you, how much your people has been involved in a situation before. You are valuable, your help is not in vain, there's some good you can do. See: Pippin's arc. Going from fool of a Took, basically a baby thrown in a world so much greater than him... And standing up to the situation, in the end, just because he wants to help, even if he's scared. His taking the Palantir and talking to Sauron, in the end, is one of the biggest assists given to Frodo... and he's the member of the Fellowship that had the least reasons to be there, the least experience and knowledge to help the mission. In the end, he's just as useful as everyone else.