#please don't hates me

[thranduilswifesblog]

Alternative ending where Halbrand not only torments Galadriel's mind, but also takes our beloved baby, Elrond. As his hostage

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This fict took me like one week, and shout out for @lazyoswald for help me and answered my question! Your headcanons really helps me! 💙💙 @starlady66 still waiting for you 👀💙💙💙

Elrond pulled Galadriel out of the water "Galadriel, it's me Elrond!"

"Prove it. When did we first meet?!" Galadriel demanded

"Sea side, when I'm first orphan. You gave me water" Elrond tried to pull the dagger in Galadriel's hand

"Elrond...." Galadriel called weakly. Galadriel rested her forehead on Elrond's

"Celebrimbor, where is he?" Galadriel asked

"In the workshop, with the high king. He's almost done, your friend Halbrand is also there" Elrond answered

"NO!" Galadriel ran fast

"Galadriel! Wait!" Elrond chased after her

Galadriel stopped Elrond "whatever happens don't go in there. Call the troops in here, ask Eryn Gallen for help" Galadriel ordered

"Galadriel, what exactly is going on?" Elrond asked worriedly

"Just do it!" Galadriel pulled Elrond's sword from his waist "I borrow this"

Elrond was startled "Gala-"

"Go, hurry!" She whispered, but in a commanding tone

Galadriel burst in. "EVIL!" She brandished her sword at Halbrand

Gil Galad, and Celebrimbor were shocked

"Get away from him!" Galadriel shouted "he is Sauron!" Galadriel jumped up and slashed at Halbrand with her sword.

Halbrand parried the sword with his bare hands, as if the sword was nothing "that fast, Luthien's grandson must be the one who freed you" He smiled, then threw Galadriel away

Gil Galad quickly took Aeglos and tried to stab Halbrand with the blade, but again Halbrand fended him off, and their eyes met "trust me, Ereinion. I will be the reason for your death"

Gil Galad glared, he then kicked Halbrand in the stomach, and made him step back towards the door.

He stared at Celebrimbor,

Celebrimbor secured the gemstones in his hands

"Celebrimbor, give it to me or I swear I will end your life in the most miserable way"

Elrond broke down the door

"Fool, Elrond! Go!" Galadriel shouted

Sauron looked at him with a sharp gaze. In a split second Sauron was already in front of him, and gripped his neck tightly.

Galadriel and Gil Galad stepped forward

"Ah no no. Take a step forward and the sound you will hear next is me breaking his neck" Sauron tightened his grip on Elrond

"you harm a hair on his head and I’ll kill you and cut you into tiny little pieces and feed you to the pigs myself" Gil Galad threaten

"You are not in a place to threaten, Ereinion" Halbrand then looked at Elrond "peredhel, son of Eärendil, son of Maglor, one of the founders of Numenor..." He smiled "you can be very useful to me"

Halbrand then looked at Galadriel, Gil Galad, and Celebrimbor at the same time. His eyes turned orange and blood red. And the last thing the three of them remembered was Elrond yelling "NO!" Before the darkness takes over

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Halbrand arrived in southland, or as it is now called Mordor. He smiled contentedly, behind him was a carriage he stole from Eregion, and was somehow able to climb up the barren hill.

Inside the carriage, Elrond lay weak, hands tied behind his back, and mouth tied with a cloth. Elrond opened his eyes for a moment, but quickly darkness took over him again

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Meanwhile, in Eregion. Gil Galad hit the table with great force, his face turned red and his eyes widened as he stared at everyone in the room

"GALADRIEL! HOW COULD YOU BRING SAURON HERE, AND NOW HE TOOK ELROND WITH HIM!" Gil Galad shouted

"He tricked me, high king. I met him, he saved me. And-"

"And what!" Gil Galad cuts in "you missed the ship to sail to Valinor and this is what you do?!"

"You forced me to go sailing!" Galadriel raised her voice "you are the one who wants to throw me away, when you know that evil is still out there!" Galadriel snapped

"The evil is still out there, and you brought him in!" Gil Galad hit the table again. Gasping for breath, he then sat limply in the chair behind him "Galadriel, Elrond is like a son to me, believe it or not. I have always considered him that way. "Gil Galad looked at Galadriel sharply "maybe I can't beat Sauron, but I swear I will kill you with my hands, if Sauron touches him" Gil Galad then leaned his head on the chair in frustration

This is too serious High King. We can't face this alone This time Celebrimbor spoke

"Then what do you suggest, Celebrimbor?" Gil Galad asked, his mind still wandering wildly

"Asking for help" Celebrimbor replied

"From who?" Gil Galad asked

Celebrimbor and Galadriel looked at each other

"Eryn Gallen" Galadriel said

"Oropher's Kingdom?" Gil Galad asked

They both nod

"You know how much Oropher hates us, Noldorian" Gil Galad warned

"But I'm sure they will help us. And I told Elrond to send someone to ask him for help" Galadriel answered

"Elrond?" Gil Galad was confused

"I told him to seek help and not to go inside. But he was too stubborn and wanted to help me" Galadriel explained "I will check if someone has reached Eryn Gallen, if not, I will go and meet Oropher myself"

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Somewhere in Mordor, Elrond was in a dark room. He sat leaning against a pillar, his hands tied above his head with very strong handcuffs. Elrond tried to shake the cuffs around, but they were too tight.

"It's useless" Sauron entered the room in Halbrand's form "only I can open the cuffs" He walked slowly towards Elrond, and crouched level with him and gave Elrond a sharp look "I didn't know, what a fool Galadriel was to bring me to Eregion, I can't only know what you all are up to, but also got to meet you. You have Luthien's eyes"

Elrond looked away

"Look at me, Peredhel" Halbrand grabbed Elrond's chin and their eyes met, he smiled "people call you as kind as summer. Now I know why"

"What do you want? You will get nothing from me, I'm just an orphan, raised into a Herald by the High King. Not someone special, killing me now makes no difference" Elrond said

Halbrand smiled contentedly "You might think so, but I don't. Gil Galad may seem tough on you, but he cares for you, and he loves you like a father does to his son, and on the other hand, Galadriel, one of the strongest, and oldest elves, loves you. like a mother,and Númenor. You and your twin are the founders of Númenor. They certainly wouldn't stand idly by when they found out their ancestry was in my hands, right? Lord Elendil would have done anything to save you, then you also befriended the dwarven prince, and they deliberately awaken something that belongs to me. And Durin will gladly give his most valuable treasure if it concerns his best friend "

Elrond was surprised "how do you know all this, and what are the dwarves doing? What did they accidentally wake up?" Elrond asked in surprise

"A very ancient creature, who will answer all my orders"

"How-"

"You're probably wondering how I got to do all of this. But what if I told you that you guys won't fade away, the fallen leaves were my doing, Galadriel was meant to find my old base, and Gil Galad told you to go find Mithril? ?" Halbrand sat down on the floor "what if I told you I've been around you guys for a long time, I was the one who told your High King about Mithril, and made the dwarves dig deeper into their mines."

"Who are you?" Elrond asked in surprise

Halbrand smirked "I have many names, but your High King, call me Annatar"

Elrond pulled at the chain roughly "I swear, I will throw you into your own crater!" Elrond threatened

"That oath won't be kept, Peredhel" Halbrand grabbed Elrond's chin again "and then how am I supposed to use you now" He said

should i continue this?

I'm not good at romance, but I'm good at comfort, sad, angst, and fantasy stories. So if you like it I might be will continue this fanfict

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[deep-space-lines]

IT'S FINALLY FUCKING DONE. I'M FINALLY FREE

UNTIL FRAUD COMES OUT

Tumblr shrinks it down pretty bad so please. please. I am begging you. look at the full sized image and zoom in. This art piece made my friends worried for my mental health I need someone to witness the amount of detail and effort I put into this

also the original sketch under the cut bc I think comparing them is really funny

[azherwind-art]

"Tell your favorite creators that you like their work, people usually enjoy things silently, but hate tends to be loud"

This is a phrase I just heard from Dnd shorts that captures perfectly why I often try to make the effort of commenting on posts and telling people that I enjoy their work and why Even to small creators, I advice everyone to make the extra effort to tell them, I can guarantee it makes all the difference in the world, it's not cringy or obnoxious, it'll just brighten someone's day

[bixels]

Scary Sunset.

I'm concepting things way outta order in this story, but I'm sure you can piece things together. Context is for a storybeat where, after defeating and capturing Adagio (thus having all three sirens in her possession), Sunset enacts her revenge plot to release the sirens on Canterlot as Thea discovers she's been manipulated. In a confrontation, the two scuffle and fight over the siren orbs while Sunset struggles with her conflicting wants and emotions.

[azulhood]

Conversations between best friends has often led to some reckless/stupid/not thought out at all decisions. Like one conversation the amity park trio had where Danny said that he couldn't see Tucker as a doctor (the medical kind) to which Tucker responded with "Alright, bet." and enrolled in medical school. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Bruce Wayne and Tucker Foley somehow by coincidence *cough* clockwork* became friends. And stayed friends even after Bruce dropped out and Tucker went on to finish med school. It was a strange friendship that was mainly just Bruce calling Tucker from the weirdest locations and asking things "Out of curiosity, if an immortal nutjob wanted you to marry his daughter and become his heir what would you do? uh-huh, uh-huh, really? ok, thanks." and meeting up for coffee every now and then. It was during one of these coffee meet-ups that Bruce confessed that he wanted to adopt a recently orphaned child by the name of Richard. There was currently push back from people who didn't think 'Brucie Wayne' would be a good parent and from others who didn't want a random kid having a chance to inherit the Wayne fortune, the media was also having a field day. Everyone kept asking him to "reconsider" and doing everything they can to stall/stop the adoption process. Tucker, being the good friend he was, said "Don't worry, I got this" Stood up from the cafe table, walked to the nearest library and politely asked to use one of their computers, spent a good ten minutes on it, printed something out on the library's printer, walked back to the cafe where he left Bruce waiting. And finally, he handed over the paper with the words "Take this." and continued drinking his now cold coffee. Bruce was, understandably, confused. "What is-" "Trust me, it'll work." Tucker assured him. That is how Bruce Wayne adopted one Richard 'Dick' Grayson.

And after that, Bruce went to Tucker whenever he came across a kid that he wanted to adopt, which was often. It's one reason why Tucker will do everything in his power to make sure Danny and Bruce never meet for fear that the Gothamite might try to add the Halfa to the growing army of children. Aka

Tucker Foley is The Guy

[youchangedmedestiel]

Imo the best ending to Supernatural would have been to just stop with them alive on a random hunt or them finding jobs and living the life they just wanted or whatever.

And then the story just fucking STOP, because Chuck is not here anymore, so they are no longer part of a story they are finally free. And we could still write and read fanfic about how they live after they won.

[thecoolertails]

too many books written by people who don't read books and only read fanfic. to counteract this there should be more fanfic made by people who don't read fanfic and only read books

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

[egophiliac]

CROWLEY SSR THOUGHTS

there is zero basis for this, but I can't get this thought of my head

I don't know why I decided to draw it this way

[muirmarie]

jim being canonically the shortest one of the triumvirate is genuinely so important to me lmao, like yesssssss, let that beefy babe be shorter than both his boyfriends!!!!

[wildlyobsessive]

Don't get me wrong! I LOVE Tom Holland's spiderman!!

But, I just believe that Andrew's comic timing in The Amazing Spiderman (especially part 2) matches Deadpool's the best. I'd love to see him in a Deadpool & Wolverine & Spiderman movie !

Thoughts?

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

[southernreaches]

i need help with vet bills (again).

hi. for those of you who remember, earlier this year i asked for donations to help me afford toos' vet bills, who we found out through your help had kidney failure, and again with your help we got her on medication for it. unfortunately it wasn't enough, and we lost her. and then shortly after, dexter began deteriorating, which we put down to his grief of losing toos - she kept him young, he followed her everywhere, he only played because of her, he only ate when she ate, etc. without her he just stopped. and then he started to have seizures and fits daily. we got him blood tests, but he was suffering so badly. we made the decision to put him down. i didn't ask for donations this time, because i was so deeply embarrassed to ask for help again. but we are still recovering financially from that, as well as the parts of toos bills that didn't get covered from donations. my mother hasn't worked for a very long time, she's disabled and very sick, and she receives PIP from the government that only covers her monthly medications that are not covered by the NHS. my father retired early to become her full time carer, and we are living off his pension. i am too disabled to work, but because my mother already receives PIP and i live with them, the government are resistent to giving me any help - so i have zero income, and rely entirely on my parents.

this is jenny. she's a 14 year old cairn terrier, who loves when we garden because she wants to help dig holes. she helped us bury dexter and toos, digging their graves for them with my dads help. she's an angel, and loves people so much she likes to escape under the fence and join other families for awhile. one time she got into someones back garden and asked to come in as they were eating lunch. she really hates flies, and will try to bite them out of the air (she has never succeeded but i believe she will one day). she will rub her face against you until you start stroking her, and will growl and even bark if you stop! we don't have the money to take jenny to the vets, for a checkup or for anything they may want to do. this has been an ongoing issue, but toos and dexter took priority, and it hasn't been a bother to her. she existed as normal for a long time, but that's since changed.

jenny has this lump in her mouth, it is larger than the picture shows, but she is a nightmare to force open her mouth since this got so big, i think it's uncomfortable or painful for her. she can't properly close her lips now, and it has pushed all her front teeth away, misshaping her mouth, and sometimes it bleeds profusely. eating has become difficult for her, she can't eat anything hard, and currently will only eat soft human foods like rice, scrambled egg chopped up so small she doesn't have to chew, and things like soups and gravy. she's lost a lot of weight, and i'm getting frightened. to add onto it, i've found lumps like this across her body. i've done as much research as i can, and i believe it to be an oral tumor, it fits, and it looks right, and it spreading across her body is called 'full staging'. and going by all i've read - they will want to remove them in surgery. according to my research, this will cost anywhere from £585 - £4,740 for just the lump in her mouth. that's not including any checkup/test costs, or the other lumps on her body.

she hasn't been to the vet yet, i don't have any secure goal or bills to share, just my assumptions and beliefs from researching myself online. my parents refuse to take her because we can't afford it. i want to save up money, have it in my bank, and show them that we can help her now, before it gets worse, or it's too late. as i said before, i don't have any income, so the only way i can do this is with help.

here's a link to my paypal.me

the icon is a little mouse, and the @ is rivellon

i struggled so badly posting the first post like this for toos. i felt so guilty and embarrassed and ashamed. but i have no choice again, i want to help jenny. i don't want her to suffer. and selfishly, i can't handle losing another dog so soon. this year has been waking nightmare, and i need your help to stop it getting even worse.

please reblog and share, even if you can't donate.

thank you for reading.

[lazylittledragon]

ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:

i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???

[bixels]

tarpit site.