#me : lets talk about how beautiful and sad winter and the longest night are within middle earth

[ga1adriel]

thinking about winter and yule time in middle earth. of thick snows in the softest of lands, covering the small round hills and the fields - once plentiful crops wilted and buried by a covering of ice. a bright tree lit by carefully placed candles - a tribute to the stars that shine in frozen winter skies. cozy moments inside busy homes, families gathered to hear haunting tales of winters' gone by. of creatures of darkness and light, of horrors unseen and far, far away from the warmth of that simmers softly within their hearts. in lindon the trees do not fade, their glow permeating even the coldest and most ancient fea of the that dwell there. there are long dark nights and songs to be sung of ancient battles and times of peace. of beren and luthien and their love. children bourne not in this time of war and uncertainty cling to their parents in the hope of something more certain - galadriel plucks mistletoe branches from frosted bushels and weaves the purest of the white berries amongst the golden and silver lengths of her hair. she aches for a simpler time and longs for something more than what she feels locked tightly within the complexities her fractured heart. beneath great mountains, feasts are prepared. firefly lanterns glow at every place available for them to be hung and music fills the warm spiced air. elrond and durin raise a quiet toast to his father and hope is found here within the very darkest place, where shards of mithril glimmer and dance within the pitch. where disa tucks her children into their warm, safe beds and their father and his oldest friend sing ballads of adventures and remembrances of times gone by. there is quiet here for a moment, a quiet that comes when love is all that matters and young ones sleep softly unburdened by what exists beyond their gentle understanding. somewhere in the wasteland, where east and west meet and bear their fangs there is only death - and yet the purest of white snow still falls and settles beneath filthy boots and bloodied, ragged voices that cry out into the night to mourn their losses. evil is not held at bay, but it pauses to remember the light of the valar that surges from above - the greatest northern star in the sky flickering brightly and recklessly against the vast emptiness that surrounds it. for there is a bright glory that burns at the heart of it all. a hope so pure it can never be extinguished by fear. it can only grow and chase the last of the darkness back into the shadows.

[folkwhore1998]

Red, red, red. I’ve been loving you for quite some time.

Red is an outstanding album that I know Taylor loves. The promo surrounding Red Taylor’s Version’s release was incredible. The air felt different. Now, Red technically falls into the country pop genre. Personally. I don’t think this album is country whatsoever- with the exception of two songs from the vault: I Bet You Think About Me and Babe. I can’t even say Better Man falls into it. I go back and fourth.

Without factoring those vault tracks, the album to me is pop.

This is an album that deserves more love and attention. My fiancé did not listen to Taylor before we started dating/ got engaged. One day, I was listening to stay stay stay and he later asked, “What was that song you were listening to?” I played it for him and he said he liked it. I had been urging him to listen to Red for the longest time but he refused. Promptly after, we had a Red Taylor’s Version listening party, where he stated “Red is some of her best work”.

(Like…ever.)

The overall flow of the album is something that did not make sense to him. How we go from upbeat songs like 22 to I Almost Do and Stay Stay Stay to The Last Time.

So, then I finally got to explain that the shift in energies within the track list was representative of the way love can be tumultuous and all consuming in the best and hardest ways. The ups and downs of strained and maybe one sided relationships.

It would be disgraceful to not talk about All Too Well 10 Minute Version. When I got to the part of the song that says: “I still remember the first fall of snow, and how it glistened as it fell.” I shit you not, I looked outside and it was snowing. The first snow of the season. Still gives me goosebumps to this day.

Imagine experiencing a relationship so extreme that you are able to write a 10 minute song about your relationship. Now, most people can’t do this and that’s why there aren’t many 10 minute breakup songs. What people CAN do is relate to the lyrics and feel them on a spiritual level because Taylor Swift has the ability to make you feel the lyrics in your bones. That is a huge reason as to why this song captivated so many different people. I feel it was the song that explained and worded people’s experiences in a way that made them feel seen, and that was incredible to watch.

In my opinion, this album had the best promo out of all of the re-recordings. I could just be biased, but damn I love this album so much.

Here are my rankings of Red Taylor’s Version:

addendum: I believe that this has the strongest vault tracks so far.

1 i bet you think about me 2 state of grace/ state of grace acoustic 3 red 4 better man 5 treacherous 6 all too well TMV/ Regular Version 7 holy ground 8 begin again 9 come back, be here 10 the last time 11 nothing new 12 ronan 13 everything has changed 14 the moment i knew 15 sad beautiful tragic 16 stay stay stay 17 i knew you were trouble 18 the lucky one 19 22 20 we are never ever getting back together 21 message in a bottle 22 i almost do 23 forever winter 24 starlight 25 the very first night 26 babe 27 girl at home 28 run

I would like to note that I did include Ronan in my ranking due to the fact I lost a very close family member to cancer. It is a song I can relate to deeply (which is why I feel comfortable including it) and by not including it does not allow it to get the attention it deserves. It is ok to not rank it if you cannot relate to it as I feel there is a universal understanding and agreement that it is a heartbreakingly beautiful tribute and song.

Here is a direct link to The Ronan Foundation: Let's keep his story alive and fight for the cure.

I'm going to link two Small Business Swifites below! You should check them out! They have such cool and unique things available in their shops, like the sweater and candle pictured.

Here is a direct link to the Red Embroidered sweater:

Here is a direct link to the storefront: KeepsakeStitcheryCo which is owned by Mashel!

Here is a direct link to the All Too Well candle: The candle is 100% soy with cotton wicks AND has a burn time of 40-50 hours!

Here is a direct link to the storefront: Smoke & Mirrors Company owned by Laura!

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Hello there ma’am I would love some Winters angst but please let it have a happy ending 🥺

Please don't get too excited over this because it's short😂 and the ending is kinda happy because they're not fighting so i guess it's something

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No Secrets

As the number of sleepless night increased, so did the irritability between Y/N and Dick. They had been at each other throats for weeks now. Every little thing he did annoyed her, and while she knew it wasn’t his fault, she had no one else to blame but him. Guilt is what she felt, she knew it wasn’t fair for her to take all her anger out on him, but it felt good to get it out and off her chest.

They hadn’t spoken properly in a few days and it was beginning to affect her. What little sleep she could get was now gone because he wouldn’t touch her. The protective arm that was always wrapped around her was gone and he opted to sleep in the spare room rather than beside her like he had done every night since they had come home.

Without him beside her, the sound of Eugene Jackson’s voice got louder, and the dreams became more real. More often than not, she thought she was still there holding his hand begging him to hold on just a little bit longer. The constant sadness she felt would never go away but having Dick beside her helped slightly.

Walking past her, Dick didn’t even look at her. That was moment Y/N had enough. She couldn’t take it anymore, the fights, ignoring one another. “Is this how it is going to be now?” She wonders aloud.

Dick really didn’t want to have an argument that day, he was too exhausted. It wasn’t a matter of it, but rather when they would fight. “Sweetheart, if you don’t tell me what is wrong, I can't help you”

“You weren’t there, Dick.” All the anger and pent up emotion had risen to the surface and she couldn’t stop it from boiling over if she tried. Just like her feelings, the tears came too, and they poured down her face. It was like a can of worms, once opened it was impossible to go back. “You didn’t have to look into Jackson’s dying eyes; you didn’t have to listen to him scream”

While he had his own issues with what happened to poor Eugene Jackson, he knew Y/N took it personally. It was her job to save him, and she couldn’t. It wasn’t from the lack of trying, both her and Doc Roe did their best, but their best wasn’t good enough.

“It’s your fault. You knew it was a bad idea and you sent them on that patrol anyway.” It wasn’t fair for her to say that, but once she started screaming, she couldn’t stop. Y/N only had the words out of her mouth and the instantly regretted them. The blame for Jackson’s death belonged to no one, it was an accident. If he waited ten more seconds, he might still be alive.

Shock and sorrow were written across his face, not expecting her to say the things she had said. If he regretted anything, sending them on that patrol was certainly it, if not for the loss of a young life, but for the way it effected the woman he loved.

A mumbled apology was all Y/N could mutter and she stood still, not waiting to frighten him with a sudden lunge towards him, but to her surprise, it was him who moved first. He pulled her to his chest, rubbing her back while saying encouraging words hoping they would make her feel better. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She repeated over and over again.

Only after she had cried all her tears, and Dick had shed some too, did they look at each other. Their bloodshot eyes and reddened cheeks mirrored one another. He accepted her apology, knowing that what she had said was in the heat of the moment and she didn’t actually blame him. She wanted him to hurt as she was hurting and for that he couldn’t blame her.

Neither one could move for what seemed like hours. Exhaustion finally took over causing Dick to carry Y/N to bed. He changed her into one of his old t-shirts before tucking her into bed with a kiss to her hair. Lying beside her, they talked for the longest time about everything and anything. They spilled all of their emotions into the open, leaving nothing unsaid. If there was ever a time to say something, it was there and then.

“I really am sorry for everything I said.” Y/N turned on her side to face him. A strand of hair fell in her face and a feeling rose from deep within him, like an urge to move it from her beautiful face so he could get a proper look at her.

“I don’t want there to be anymore secrets between us.” His feelings were hurt, he wouldn’t deny that, but he knew Y/N said it without thinking. It wasn’t her intention to hurt him. Strangely, he was glad she had said it, at least he now knew what was bothering her and what she dreamt of at night. She would never tell him before their talk.

With a kiss to her forehead, Dick pulled her closer to him and Y/N hummed as she placed her had on his chest, “No more secrets, I promise.”

[its-me-im-coraline]

Jughead Jones | Right were she belongs.

Count of words: 1686

Warnings: super long, maybe kind of sad, also fluff, may contain spoilers if you haven’t seen till episode 11-12

A/N: Ok this is wayyyyyyyy longer than intended and is defenitely the longest imagine I’ve writen in a long time.. I HAVEN’T HAD THIS KIND OF INSPIRATION TO WRITE SO MUCH IN SO LONG OMG !!! I’M SHOOK!! I swear I feel so proud of myself for this. I hope you like it love ♥ 

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@tayrae515​ asked: Could you do one where your Archie's year younger sister and you happen to see Jason's death and the killer is chasing you trying to catch you and somehow you fall into sweet water river and Jughead hears you and helps. Very intense and fluff. All four of them there with Jughead like when they saved Cheryl but Jughead is being very sweet and comforting you. Betty is dating Archie. Kinda detailed, thank you :) p.s. Bughead till the day I die but I thought this would be cool. 💕💕

Even when dark times like this take over a small town like Riverdale, it seems like some lights never stop to shine and show us the way to make these miserable lives of ours better. After the death of Jason Blossom a wave of bad events started happening. The whole town was slowly driven into chaos but no one seemed to acknowledge that. But even in this up coming chaos there was always some hope. For me, it was her.

It is this girl at the back of the classroom, a notebook and pen in hand as well as a passion hidden behind her (eye color) colored orbs. Her beautiful (hair color) hair falling over her face as she was writing/drawing making her look ten times more beautiful. It is something about this girl that appealed to me but I still couldn’t explain it. It was this fire in her eyes, this passion about the things she loved, this obliviosity to all the darkness sourounding her restricted bubble of light. But she was Archie’s sister. 

Specificly after the death of the Blossom’s golden son, she seemed off. She was distant, scared even. She wasn’t drawing like before and she wasn’t doing anything with the same passion as before. On the contrary, she was wary of everyone’s steps and movements. Even the slightest sudden move would make her flinch in fear but no one noticed, no one thought much of the poor scared girl.

When school started again she loosened up a little bit. She would always hung out with us and she would either be under her brother’s arm, hugging him as close as possible, or in my arms clutching onto me almost as if she let go something would take her away. Whenever we were not around she would still grip on someone’s arm, even if that was Betty, Veronica, sometimes even Reggie would be embrassing her firmly. It was still a mystery for me where that dread came from.

It was already winter, snow falling heavily from the sky and covering every inch of Riverdale. Worst thing was that the school’s prom was coming and all of my friends were ushering me to go and ask her to be my date while I’m at it. It took me some time to proccess but eventually I resolved in doing that. Maybe eventually I would learn what set her in such a paniced mode. 

And finally, the night of the prom. She had agreed to go with me the other night and I was beyond excited, only that for some reason I knew the night would not end well. But for now I was walking to her house to pick her up. After knocking the door, mr Andrews, opened the door and warmly welcomed me inside the household, after calling his only daughter’s name. As soon as I sat down on their couch she peaked through the staircase and slowly made her way towards the small and cozy living room. When I saw her my breath hitched in my throat and I was unable to form the words to tell her how gorgeous she looked. Instead my eyes did the job for me cause I just couldn’t take them off her. “If I knew you were to stare at me like that I could have sent you a picture,” she joked and walked towards me. “You look... Breathtaking,” I managed to utter, then took her hand and made it to the school.

A while ago I mentioned that I got a feeling the night wouldn’t end well and I was right. After about half an hour into the dance I had lost Y/N in the crowd and I couldn’t find her. I was walking from hallway to hallway until I reached the last one. I heard voices coming from there and I hid behind the corner. “You did what?” A voice I recognized as Y/N’s said. “Before you get mad let me explain,” pleaded Veronica. “Explain what? That you’re working with my mum behind my back?” Betty fired at her. “I’m sorry B but you know FP had some kind of arrangement with my dad. I had to make sure it wasn’t about Jason Blossom,” Veronica tried to reason. “And what’s your excuse?” Y/N butted in, seemingly talking to someone else that was with Veronica. “I was looking out for Jughead in case FP was doing shady stuff. To protect him.” Archie said. To protect me? By trying to find things to prove my dad was guilty. Oh I’ll t- “Blame me girls. I asked Archie to help me.” “For God’s sake Veronica!” Y/N muttered and Betty stepped in. “Help you do what? What would you two do?” That’s when I had enough and I walked round the corner as if I didn’t here anything.

After that there was a little argument between the five of us. I said things to Y/N I shouldn’t and I hurt her but what was coming was even worse. “Betty thank God,” mrs Cooper said walking round the corner with Kevin, mr Andrews,Archie’s and V’s mums. And then the thing I didn’t want to hear was thrown at me. “He was arrested. For the murder of Jason Blossom.” Fred said. All I could do in that moment was run outside and hurry at my dad’s house and so I did. Y/N was hurrying behind me grabbing my arm as I shook it off. But she didn’t stop until we were both in my dad’s house. She saw me smash things, throw them at the wall. She saw me break down. “You’re father didn’t do this,” she tried reassuring me but I just got angrier. “Then why was he arrested, with the murder weapon?!” I yelled at her. She looked scared but she kept a strong facede up as she always did. “Cause... I just know it. He didn’t do it.”

It had been days since my dad’s arrest. Y/N had gotten even more distand then and I don’t know why. But I was feeling empty with out her here to help us. The killer was yet to be found but I started losing hope. I began to believe that my dad was indeed Jason’s killer. Nevertheless, that night I was to talk to her about everything. I wanted to apologise thinking that her sudden distance was because of my behavior towards her the other night.

While making my way to Pop’s with Archie, Betty and Veronica, we all heard a familiar scream coming from deep into the woods, probably running towards the Sweetwater river. “Y/N,” Archie came to the realisation that the voice was his sister’s and we all runned towards the scream, rushing to get to the scared or hurt girl. 

“Please don’t,” she pleaded as whoever it was that was chasing her made her walk closer the end of the big stones and the a loud flop was heard as she fell into the freezing water and the man disappeared into thin air. She was screaming for help, while the cold water was making it hard for her to breath and that’s when we finally made it to the water. With out a second thought I jumped into the water even if Betty pleaded me and Archie not to. Archie stayed back, while I dived in to save the drowning girl, and tried to comfort his crying mess of a girlfriend. It’s no secret Betty loved Y/N. She was family to her. Like the little sister she never had, but she was scared of whatever would happen to me, another one of her best friends, or Archie, her loving boyfriend. 

After finally saving the poor girl Archie took her into his arms to carry her home. We managed to get all the wated out of her lungs and replace it with air but she was still not awake. She had blacked out when I found her. The only clothing covering her body was a pair of thin pjs and a pair of fuzzy socks. Didn’t do much cold to keep her from backing out within seconds into the icy water. Her wet hair were leaving a trail of water behind us when making our way out of the forest. Betty was clinging onto Archie’s arm, almost as if she was care of what was to come, and Veronica was stroking Y/N’s hair as if it would help her warm up, as if it would ease the pain from the gelidity.

It had been a couple of hours already and mrs Lodge agreed to have us in front of her fire place utill Y/N was awake and utill I was wormed up. Archie brought clothes for both of us and made me get his sister in those. Ever since I have been sitting right in front of the flame of the fire place with her in my arms. She looked so peaceful and for a moment it was as if nothing happened but the silent sniffle of Betty behind us reminded me of how I almost lost her. “It’s ok. Shh.” Archie whispered to Betty. “It’s alright. She is alright. It’s over now.” He muttered to her and I smiled a bit at how comforting and sweet he can be sometimes. I moved my eyes down, back to the girl resting in my arms comfortably, embracing the unintended closeness and affectivenessI was getting from her. She slowly started to tremble, but not from the cold, and the she shot up with a scream of pain or fear. Tears steamed down her cheecks as everyone rushed to her aid. Her sobs got stronger every second and I just pulled her into my chest. Her arms wrapped around me tightly and I started stroking her hair and back. “It’s ok. It’s gonna be alright. I’m here. We all are here. You are alright now.” I said soothingly trying to tame her crying. “Shhhh,” I kept on repeating. Everyone was uttering reassuring things to her while silence was starting to form from her. She stopped crying but she didn’t move. She stayed right were she was. Right where she belonged.