#happy year of crack

[anomalyaly]

My New Dream

Tangled!AU AO3/Wattpad

CHAPTER 1 | Chapter 2

A Hogwarts Legacy/Tangled crackfic AU that started thanks to rambling and brain-rotting with some lovely friends over Discord, in which Sebastian is Flynn Rider and my OC Elsie is Rapunzel.

Basically, a writing exercise for me to get out of a slump and be silly and creative.

Each chapter is between 2-3k words.

Alternate Universe | Short Story | Sebastian Sallow x F!MC | Third Person POV | 18+ Characters

CW: Mature for violence and character death, alcoholism, super mild sexual references, thievery, vandalism, general disregard for the law, and swearing. SFW.

None of this is meant to be taken seriously :)

This is the story of how Sebastian Sallow died.

Well, not completely. After all, if he had really and truly died, he wouldn’t have been able to tell this story in elaborate detail to the author who drafted it. In reality, this story is about a girl named Elsie.

It all began when a Great Event occurred — an odd power stirring in the lands. No one had heard of this power being wielded for centuries, a special type of ancient magic that created the infrastructure of the Kingdom of Hogwarts. That was until Sebastian stumbled upon this power completely by mistake after he committed what was only meant to be a harmless prank.

A harmless prank that involved stealing a precious artifact from the royal palace, but harmless nonetheless.

Sebastian justified it by reminding himself that it wasn’t as though someone with that much money would miss one measly relic made of magic sinister enough, that he could bribe anyone and their mother for whatever he wanted with it. After all, he was the Sebastian Sallow — the greatest known thief in the land, and one certainly not lacking in charm or good looks.

Thievery was what had gotten him into these situations, always on the run from the law, outwitting them at every turn with his cunning mind and tongue. It wasn’t a particularly difficult feat — most of the royal guards were daft as a brush anyway.

They couldn’t even get his nose right on their wanted posters.

Stumbling through a curtain of ivy as he escaped from the royal guard, Sebastian was surprised to find a wide clearing in the forest. In the distance stood a stone tower — an odd location, isolated from the rest of the kingdom in front of a waterfall. It had no windows or doors, save for one opening at the very top.

He knew all of the hidden corridors throughout the land better than any of those royal bastards ever could. So why was it that he had never seen this place before?

As with any undiscovered territory, the only thing left to do was to explore, as he had always done. He simply must know what lay hidden at the top of the tower — treasure, perhaps, or something even more interesting.

And so, he climbed.

He reached the top of the tower, panting as he dragged himself inside the sole window and slammed it shut, not bothering to check the room’s occupancy. It was too dark, anyway, and he was stealthy enough. He tore open his satchel to make sure the relic was still there. Finally, some peace.

That was until something hard collided with his head, and he was knocked out cold.

Uncertain of how much time had passed, Sebastian woke up in a daze, his head throbbing, the lights much too bright, and realized to his utter shock that he was tied to a chair.

What surprised him wasn’t the fact that he was bound and unable to move — it hadn’t been the first time he had found himself in a similar situation. It was the material of the bindings that caught him off guard. Not ropes, or chains, but a long bundle of hair.

A voice spoke from somewhere he couldn’t quite see. “I’m not afraid of you! You shouldn’t — shouldn’t be here!”

“What?” He blinked, trying to make out the shape of whoever was hiding. A woman?

The girl stepped out of the shadows, strange and wide-eyed, her long, brunette hair trailing behind her, her skin pale as if she had never been outside. She carried an air of naivety about her and, stranger still, she was brandishing none other than a frying pan for a weapon. Yet, he couldn’t help but notice that, despite the oddness of the situation, the young woman was beautiful.

Very, very beautiful.

“Who are you,” she enunciated, pressing the frying pan to his neck as if it were a knife, “and how did you find me?”

Sebastian blinked again, trying to get his bearings as yet another clever idea ran through his mind. He was young, charming, and, if he could say so himself, quite physically appealing. He only had to play his cards right, and women and men alike would fall at his feet, willing to give him whatever he asked for.

A smug grin crossed his face. “Well, hello there, sweetheart. Fancy meeting you here.”

To his dismay, the girl only stared at him, her expression unchanging besides a faint flicker of confusion. Odd. He had never received a reaction so lackluster from anyone.

“What do you want with my hair?”

“Your hair?!” Sebastian glanced around, realizing with deep concern that the waves of brunette went beyond him and weaved around the room. Long hair. Very long. If only he had his wand, he would be able to escape. And wandless magic wasn’t something he was keen on experimenting with now when he could injure someone who appeared so innocent. “The only thing I want with it is to get out of it!”

She gawked as if his statement made absolutely no sense. “You — don’t want my hair?”

“No!” he tried again. “Listen, my name is Sebastian Sallow, and I — “ Sebastian froze, suddenly aware that he was missing something else important. “Hang on, where — what did you — ?”

“Oh, your satchel?” The girl smiled coyly. “I’ve hidden it somewhere you’ll never find. Unless you agree to my terms.”

“Terms?!” Sebastian gritted his teeth. “Look here, sweetheart — “

“Elsie.”

“Bless you.” He shook his head and continued. “I’ve been in a bit of a…sticky situation. I saw your tower, and I climbed it.” He gave her a soft pout, feigning innocence. “I just really need that satchel.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, seeming to take him at his word. “Sebastian Sallow.” She spat out each syllable of his name as she paced around the room. “I have made the decision to trust you.”

“A horrible decision, really.”

“Here are my terms.” She pointed at a painting along the wall. “Do you know what these are?”

Sebastian squinted his eyes at the painting, which appeared to be a depiction of the floating lanterns from the royal festival. Each year, the King and Queen of Hogwarts would send a lantern up to the sky in honor of the lost princess. She had gone missing shortly after she was born, and the village would gather and float their lanterns in solidarity in hopes that one day, she would return home.

But what would this girl, locked away in her tower, want with them?

“The lantern festival?” He questioned. “The one they do for the princess?”

She grinned excitedly, and he assumed he must have said something correct. “I knew they weren’t stars!” She met his eyes and cleared her throat. “You will take me to them and return me home safely. And then I promise to return your satchel to you.” She stepped forward, her lithe form seeming more menacing while he was entangled in her hair. “And I never break my promises.”

“I’m not exactly…on good terms with the kingdom at the moment,” Sebastian muttered.

The girl shrugged her shoulders. “I suppose you don’t need your satchel that badly, then.”

He grumbled to himself. Fine. If that’s what it took to get back that relic, Sebastian reluctantly agreed. It shouldn’t be too difficult to bring one innocent girl to the kingdom to see some lanterns and return her home in one day, right?

Wrong.

He watched with disdain as the girl — Elsie — had several panic attacks and an existential crisis upon exiting her tower, flipping back and forth between excitement over her newfound freedom and horrified fear at disappointing her father. Moments later, she was sobbing beneath a tree, muttering to herself about how she needed to go back.

Perfect, Sebastian thought. He could convince her to turn around, let her out of the deal, and get his satchel back, returning to his normal life of theft and avoiding having to babysit this terrible mess of a human being.

He approached her tentatively, eying her as if she was a wounded animal. She sniffled and looked up at him. “Am I a terrible person?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, still leaning on the tree waiting for her panic to subside. “I’ve only picked up bits and pieces, with your overprotective father, forbidden road trip and everything. Serious stuff.” He nudged her gently. “But this is part of growing up. A little rebellion, a little adventure is normal!”

“Really?” Elsie rubbed at her nose. “You think so?”

“Of course!” Sebastian grinned mischievously, knowing that his tone was lost on her. “You’re completely overthinking this. I mean, would this break your father’s heart and crush his soul? Definitely.” He peeked at her from the corner of his eye. “But, you just have to do it.”

“Break his heart?” Elsie whimpered, pulling herself to her feet. “Oh…you’re right. He…he would be heartbroken.”

Sebastian inched closer to her and sighed dramatically, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he guided her back in the direction of her tower. All according to plan. “Alright, I can’t believe I’m saying this but…I’m letting you out of the deal. Let’s get you back home to your father. This way, I can get my satchel back, you don’t have to feel guilty, and we can part as unlikely friends.” He swung his arm in an exaggeratedly corny manner, both to soothe her worries and goad her into trusting his judgment.

“No!” Elsie shoved him aside, scrunching her face in irritation. “I’m seeing those lanterns!”

“Come on!” Sebastian pouted. “What’s it going to take for you to give me back my satchel?”

“Our deal,” she reminded him, and he gritted his teeth at her insistence. She grabbed him by the arm and yanked him through the forest. “Now, let’s go.”

~

It seemed that talking the girl into going back was out of the question.

Sebastian had never felt so terribly frustrated at trying to charm someone into doing what he wanted. It was apparent that all those years locked away in that tower had not only made Elsie incredibly naive but also horribly stubborn.

He had noticed how jumpy she had been. Somehow, he had to scare her back to her home. And he knew of the perfect place. A pub, The Hog’s Head, tucked away in a nearby town. It had a reputation for being the stomping grounds of the local ruffians and thugs, immersed in their brawling and drunken behavior.

Ashwinders, with nothing better to do but duel. Sebastian had visited once or twice to blow off some steam, earning himself a few galleons and a decent meal for a while. At least, until his wand was snapped by one of the royal assholes.

“Where are we?” Elsie eyed the place contemplatively.

Sebastian offered her his brightest smile. “Why, The Hog’s Head, of course! A long journey requires a proper meal.” He gestured to the pub. “And what better place to visit than this quaint little eatery — perfect for you. No trouble to be found here.”

“Well,” she seemed to relax at his prospect, “I suppose hogs can be…cute?”

“Excellent!” He slammed the door open. “Good afternoon, gentlemen! We will take your finest table, please!”

A strange sense of satisfaction coursed through him when he saw the girl gasp, her trembling form stiff as she swung her frying pan in front of her in self-defense. He held back an eye roll — as if that would do her any good here.

He could hold his own and ensure no harm would come to her — most of the regulars were brainless brutes. He only needed her to scare her into turning back. He grabbed her shoulders and guided her further into the tavern. “Ah, don’t lose your nerve now! I’m sure that smell is the stench of success!”

Elsie jumped, curling her bundle of hair into her arms, the frying pan still extended in front of her.

“You’re looking quite pale, sweetheart,” he said, feigning concern. “Maybe we should get you home after all.”

This is it! I’ve done it! He mentally cheered himself as he half-dragged her back to the door, murmuring reassurances, until he slammed face-first into it. A large, burly Ashwinder stood in front, blocking their exit and holding up a piece of paper.

Shit.

A wanted poster with his face on it — the nose still stupidly incorrect — dangled in the Ashwinder’s hand. “Is this you?”

“Uh— “ Sebastian grinned dumbly. “No?”

A few more Ashwinders stepped in and grabbed him by the arms. The one that had blocked their entrance — Hook, he mentally named him based on his hook hand — called for another one to fetch the palace guards. “That reward money is going to look really nice. Perhaps I’ll even be able to afford a golden hook.”

Sebastian yelped as yet another Ashwinder, Helmet, dragged him backward. “I could use the money!”

Another and another and another pulled his limbs in different directions, all insisting that they deserved to turn him in, to reap the rewards from his arrest. Elsie was lost in the crowd, but he could hear her screaming to free him.

Hook stepped in front of him, his wand at the ready, and Sebastian braced for the spell to strike when a loud noise resounded in the pub and the crowd froze.

“Put him DOWN!”

He stared in shock as the small, angry brunette girl stomped her foot and had the gall to shout at the group of very scary, powerful wizards. Oh no. No, no, what have you done.

Hook turned to her, and it was all Sebastian could do to not fight his way out, to do anything to step in and protect her. He had only wanted to scare her, not cause her harm.

“Listen to me!” She yelled, and he could almost feel the panic bubbling in her voice as she started to ramble. “I have no idea where I am, and he’s my guide, and I need him to take me to see the lanterns because it’s all I’ve ever dreamed about my entire life!”

Dear Merlin. The naivety of this girl was going to get them both killed.

As if to confirm his fears, Hook raised his wand at Elsie instead.

“Elsie, don’t!” Sebastian called out as another Ashwinder dangled him by the collar and hung him on some absurd poacher trophy like a coat on a rack. “Don’t anger them anymore! It’s not worth it!”

She held up her frying pan at Hook. “Come on! Haven’t any of you ever had a dream?! Don’t you know what that’s like?”

Hook closed in on her until he was face to face with the girl, and Sebastian held his breath as he waited for the words of the enemy’s spell to come. The Ashwinder opened his mouth and said, “I…had a dream once.”

She gaped at him, momentarily stunned by his response. “You — You have?”

“I did.” He nodded sagely as if whatever he was going to say was the most important piece of information the girl would ever hear in her life. “I…always wanted to be a pianist, playing for big crowds. But my hook hand scares them off.”

“Can I — “ Her gaze softened. “Can I hear you play something?”

Hook straightened, immediately intrigued by the girl’s proposition. “You want to hear me play?”

She swallowed. “O-of course.”

He took a deep breath and strode over to the rusty old piano that sat tucked in the corner of the bar, reserved for tavern singing nights that only happened whenever the group decided to get rip-roaring drunk. Which, in these cases, was nearly every day.

He plopped down and, with his hook hand, began to play his own rendition of what Sebastian vaguely recognized as a Mozart Sonata. His fingers expertly danced over the ivories while his hook trailed an angelic glissando above it. When he finished, Hook turned to Elsie for approval, and she applauded enthusiastically.

“That was beautiful!” She chirped.

Salazar save me.

Another Ashwinder, Big Nose, raised his hand. “I have a dream too!”

The girl sat down in a chair next to him, and Sebastian had a strange thought that she bore an odd resemblance to Father Christmas listening to young children ask for presents. “What’s your dream?”

He breathed a melancholic sigh. “I wish to find true love!”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and groaned, even though the young girl seemed to swoon at the idea.

The process continued endlessly, each of the Ashwinders, in turn, explaining what their dreams were — dreams of becoming a florist, an interior designer, a mime, a baker, a knitter, a tailor, one who wanted to stage his own puppet shows, and even one who was a collector — that is, of ceramic unicorns.

If Sebastian managed to make it out of there alive, he was never going to forget what he could have only described as the strangest moment of his life. And only an hour ago, he had been tied up in a young woman’s hair.

The same young woman who was seamlessly charming the pants off of every single man in the pub more easily than he had ever done with anyone. A young woman who was becoming increasingly intriguing to him the longer they spent at the pub. He wasn’t certain if he should be jealous or impressed.

She also appeared clueless to the effect she was having on everyone around her.

And then, as he still dangled from the antlers on the wall, the group turned to him.

“What’s your dream?” Hook sneered, harshly yanking him off of the antlers and setting him back down on the ground.

Sebastian scoffed and readjusted his outfit, his vest crooked from being dangled like a piece of meat. “Sorry. I don’t do all of this…lovey-dovey nonsense.”

The group simultaneously pointed their wands at him threateningly.

“Alright, alright!” He held up his hands in surrender. Fuck this adventure. “My dream? My dream is to bathe in endless piles of money.”

“Money?” Helmet’s gruff voice cut through the crowd.

Sebastian grinned. “Naked.”

The Ashwinders stared at him blankly, visibly unimpressed by his dream before looking at Elsie, who still sat innocently in a chair on the other side of the pub, although he thought he saw a flicker of amusement in her gaze. Or perhaps he was simply hoping. Tough crowd.

“And you?” Hook’s tone took on a gentler lilt as he looked at the girl.

She tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled as she stood. Sebastian would have found the innocent gesture endearing had he not been so stupidly irritated at the situation, the smell of grease and meat and manly sweat still wafting in the air. She proceeded to climb onto the bar and sighed dreamily, the flowery presence she carried herself seeming starkly out of place in the run-down pub.

“My dream is and always has been to see the floating lanterns. It’s all I’ve wanted since I was a little girl and used to watch them from the distance in my tower. All I want to do is be able to see them up close.”

The room burst into awwww’s and Sebastian pouted in irritation, crossing his arms and trying to ignore the surge of jealousy that rose in him as her dream received more accolades from the band of buffoons in the Hog’s Head than his. Strangest day of his entire life.

It was only about to get stranger.

The door burst open, interrupting the sickly sweet chatter with an air more sinister. The Ashwinder that Hook had sent to alert the law had returned. “The palace guards are here!”

Fuck!

Sebastian ran to the opposite side of the room and dragged Elsie away, tucking himself behind the bar as he did and pulling her close to him. He held a finger to his lips in warning — if they were caught, the whole adventure would be over, and he would be sent away to Azkaban to rot. Pointless, forbidden road trip or otherwise, he was not going to end up there.

He cursed silently to himself as the Captain of the Guard, Ominis Gaunt, burst into the entrance. Of all the people —

“Where’s Sallow?!”

The room fell silent, and Gaunt’s footsteps echoed closer to the bar they hid behind. “I know he’s in here. I can sense it.” Sebastian could hear the scowl in his voice. “Turn this place upside down if you have to, but he will be found and apprehended.”

Shit shit shit. He wouldn’t have been so worried if it wasn’t for the fact that the Captain of the Guard was blind. One would assume it would make him unqualified, though anyone who made the mistake of underestimating him ended up dead. The man was cunning, unnervingly aware of more than the average person could sense. The wand he carried was nearly sentient, whispering secrets that only he could hear. Or at least, that’s what was rumored.

Ominis Gaunt hadn’t become Captain of the Guard without reason.

He needed to get them out of here and fast. Sebastian glanced around them, looking for a secret way out, when he jumped as something metal touched his shoulder. Hook was curled next to him, silently gesturing with his eyes to follow closely behind.

Abso-fucking-lutely not. But what choice did he have? Trust the hook-handed Ashwinder or be dragged away by the Captain of the Guard himself?

He supposed he had done stranger things in his life. Actually, no, he hadn’t. But today couldn’t be any weirder, so he decided to play along. He turned his head back to Elsie and mouthed, “Follow me.”

Somewhere in the back of the bar, Hook tugged on one of the taps, and a secret entrance in the floor dropped open.

“Go,” he whispered. “Live your dream.”

Sebastian beamed proudly. “I will.” He wasn’t dying or going to Azkaban today.

Hook grimaced at him. “Your dream stinks. I was talking to her.”

Great. Sebastian frowned and slid down into the secret entrance, glad to be out of the stupid tavern where clearly nobody there had taste.

“You coming, sweetheart?” He called up to Elsie.

She nodded and turned to Hook. “Thank you. For everything.” She squeezed the Ashwinder’s non-hook hand before sliding down after Sebastian. A dark passageway stretched out in front of them without any end in sight — they had a long way to go to escape.

Better than being stuck in The Hog’s Head, he supposed.

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[superbat-love]

Old!Superman: Happy New Year, young Bruce! [grabs him and kisses him]

Bruce: Superman. Wouldn’t it be Happy Old Year to you?

Clark: [horrified] What the— It’s you again! Please go back to your own timeline!

Old!Superman: But it’s a tradition for me to give all my beloved Bruces a kiss on New Year’s Eve!

Clark: [gritting his teeth] Stop cheating on your husband!

Bruce: Technically, it’s not considered cheating.

Old!Superman: [cheerfully] That’s what my Bruce said too. Goodbye, young Bruce! See you again next year! [disappears into a portal]

Clark: Ugh. How and why did I turn into a perverted old man in the future? I regret everything.

[emacrow]

Justice dark comes immediately when Robin made a call about the Phantom in the titan communicator.

Phantom, one of the infinitely most precious high king and owner of Constantine's full soul, has been presumed missing about 15 years in due to a birthday incident when one of the god pranks went wrong.

Constantine had to erase Amity Park history off for a bit to find the right contract to fix that load of a fucked up mess because he didn't want to deal with a possessed high king off the rail when his main obsessed was his Haunt so he just kept everyone attention off it until he fixed it.

He didn't expect the Teen Titans to find out about it. He thought batman would be first. Apparently, Raven saves the town along with the people in it. Probably due to being trigon's daughter neutralizing the alert sense of the High king radar.

Constantine lifts a broken necklace with a blue gem using anti-magic tongs. This was the source of the problem. It is going straight in the cursed pile in the house of mysteries.

Constantine got up and walked through the portal, leading to a Titans medbay where Jazz Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley sat cross.

Frostbite next to an unconscious Phantom in the bedrest, monitoring several IV bags full of vitamins and pure ectoplasm.

Now here come another crapton of problem, he should've brought his heavy alcohol stash dammit.

Part 1 here <-

[strawlessandbraless]

Perhaps 2025 will be my year

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

(part ???? of this ongoing thread/universe/au?) (part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7 & part 8 to this!)

there's a masterlist now!

(will be two parts as my brain wouldn't stop coming up with more nonsense as per usual) (future/present me: it was not just two parts)

*not long after telemachus met his dad's enemy 'friend', the god of the seas poseidon, for the first time*

*poseidon has fled (gods don't flee they briskly walk away) left to go back to the sea*

*odysseus, penelope & telemachus are having dinner*

telemachus: *smiling while retelling the meeting to penelope* -and he was so nice! father is so lucky to have him as his friend-

odysseus: *slightly chokes on his food at poseidon still being referred to as his friend*

telemachus: *looks at odysseus* -father are you ok?

penelope: *who knows odysseus' real relationship with poseidon*

penelope: *hasn't had much entertainment in 20 years*

penelope: *wants to stir the pot some more* ignore your father my dear, please continue telling me all about his friend

odysseus: *looking at penelope*

odysseus: *under his breath* penelope why?

*dinner continues with poseidon being the subject much to odysseus' dismay*

telemachus: *enjoying the family dinner*

telemachus: *gasps*

odysseus & penelope: ???

telemachus: we should have a big family dinner! father you can invite lord poseidon! i'll invite athena!

telemachus: *happy with himself for thinking of such an idea*

odysseus: *doesn't want to shoot down his son's idea, but also DOES NOT WANT TO SPEND ANY MORE TIME WITH POSEIDON*

odysseus: *scrambling for an excuse* son, he's a god and surely is very busy an-

penelope: *with a devilish grin* -and i'm sure will make time for his friend! what a wonderful idea telemachus! i'll let the palace cooks know!

penelope: off you go dear husband~ go and let your friend know~

odysseus: it's evening-

penelope: first thing tomorrow then!

odysseus: *sighs in resignment* yes my love

telemachus: great! i can't wait to tell athena-

*athena appearing out of nowhere*

athena: i heard my name and came.

odysseus: athena?!

telemachus: athena!!

penelope: oh lady athena!

athena: *smiling whilst looking at telemachus* what would you like to ask me telemachus?

telemachus: oh yeah! we're going to have a big family dinner! father just needs to invite his god friend-

athena: *confused as she's odysseus' god friend* but i-

odysseus: *panicked* wait-

telemachus: -lord poseidon!

athena: *wide-eyed in shock*

athena: *slow blinking* did you say odysseus' friend is p-po- my uncle?!

telemachus: *nods and smiles* yeah, i thought you knew!

odysseus: *wondering how he'll explain this whole situation to athena*

odysseus: *under his breath* well now she knows...

penelope: *laughs to herself*

(to be continued!)

(okay i know i said in the reply to the ask i'd post the dinner scene, but my brain wouldn't stop throwing stuff for me to add in the run up to dinner. so there WILL be the dinner scene, but that will be in another post... tomorrow? -depending on how my work day goes-) (future/present me: it was not just one more part, nor did i upload it the next day)

[nenoname]

thinking about stan "god i love cards and gambling" pines

[suburbanbonfire]

Another year, here we go!

(prints here)

some wip shots since I know some people like seeing them!

meant to take more screenshots, but ended up super busy and forgot once I came back after a few months, whoops. Making the iceberg itself was super fun!

[brawlingdiscontent]

Me to myself when no one likes my tumblr posts:

[elves-as-things-my-friends-said]

Maedhros, surveying the state of late-stage Beleriand: I'm starting to think that my worst-case scenario for how long this would take was in fact grossly optimistic

[titanebaby]

i am normal about the broken mirror in button house

[twistedappletree]

2024 mood ✨

[pencilofawesomeness]

“I made her feel powerless, I knocked her down and— and she still makes me feel scared.” —Satoru, So Find One And Seize It, Chapter 5

So a consequence of rereading Chapters 4 and 5 of SFOASI from The Odyssey series by the utterly incredible HotCocoaaa ( @biscaanii ) and then listening to Hawk in the Night by Maddie Buckley soon afterward is getting immediate brainrot for the most depressingly brutal piece I could start 2024 with. It worked too well for the Gojo Clan, especially Cocoa's rendition of Satoru and his grandmother, Akemi. She's a terrible woman and she fascinates me.

Go read this series guys it's so great—

[greenleaf4stuff]

🎉✨A WONDERFUL NEW YEAR'S EVE AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!✨🎉

BONUS:

Uruk: Come on Adar, you have to wear a party hat too! 🎉

Adar: (huffs) Alright. But no party horn.

Uruk: Yeah, yeah, of course- (crossing their fingers behind their back)

Adar: The fact that they would have me step in front of the enemy like this. I love my children but I might have to kill them ground them for a century after this is over.

Galadriel and Elrond (and probably Gil-Galad, Celebrimbor and Sauron from a distance as well): That's a big party horn he's got there... 👀

(screenshots via cap-that.com) (my other trop memes)

[deancasforcutie]

[supernovaehollay07]

Happy New Years!

Pony Express requires a mandatory Holiday photo to be submitted by each crew, so that it can potentially be featured in their Work Calendar (employees must also buy).

Happy New Year! 🎆

(The crew of the Sleipnir won for January)