#rohan don't look.

[aq2003]

doctor who said hahah yeah we're gonna make the tenth doctor a guy that gets so deeply and utterly attached to the people around him and one by one he watches them leave and it drives him to a complete breakdown as he gets his heart broken over and over again and keeps causing harm to those around him and then finally he has a conversation where someone tells him that they want him to live actually, that he's a wonderful person and he needs to make the decision to save his own life along with the rest of humanity's. and then when the battle is over and for the first time in so long he laughs with real relief and joy that he's alive and that he's happy that he's alive, he has to sacrifice himself for the person that gave him that reason for living back. he dies alone and scared and desperate to cling onto the love that shaped his identity and the pain that resulted from it. And all i have to say on this is that i need to strangle rtd with my bare hands

[miss-carter]

Miranda Otto as Éowyn and Viggo Mortensen as Aragorn THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERS 2002 | dir. Peter Jackson

[rainphee-art]

a collection of part 4 jojokes

[simvanie]

7 Sins Legacy - generation 4 (pride)

The official end of generation 4 family photoshoot.

[essenceofarda]

Of Blessed Thyme and Thistle - Chapter 1 | Page 1

Faramir's cousin, Lothiriel, comes to Minas Tirith to become a companion of his new bride, Eowyn, something that he hopes will ease Eowyn's rough transition into Gondorian Society. Eowyn, for her part, decides her new companion would in turn make the perfect bride for her brother Eomer, King of Rohan. Matchmaking shenanigans ensue 😏

Yayy I finished page 1!! I plan to do at least another page this weekend, but do let me know if you'd like me to continue!! I survive on encouragement 😆

Also yes i know i Know "Black" is the color of Sauron, shhh let's just pretend that now that Sauron is out of the picture Normal people can be goth or wear black without moral issues lol

[bebegi]

i AM begging you araki, make this man ugly again you did it once you can do it again

[geronimomo-spd]

i know i finished season 3, but mentally im still here

they brought out beautifully colored canonical green hair on him for the bit and it did not leave my mind since, they gave me canonical hair color while keeping it dark and relatively natural, while working with a more canonical and a bit more multicolored and frankly stunning outfit

im still here mentally is what im saying

[ink4spots]

Guys. need input. If higashikatas were furries what animal would they be

[multifandom--mess]

HE'S SOOO

[neornuna]

for nimbo: 15 , 21 , 26 || for rohan: 14 , 12 , 18

(accepting)

15. what is their favorite genre of music? // They enjoy dubstep and ska. 21. in a relationship, are they the ones stealing their partners' clothing? or are they the ones having their clothes stolen? // If their partner has accessories they can steal, they're so stealing scarfs and shit to wear on their downtime. They don't have any clothes to steal, but they do have fun scarfs to steal! 26. what is their favorite snack food? // They like making tiny versions of a lot of things in the food generator. Sure, they could have one big chocolate cake, or they could have three small human sized ones to snack on.

12. do they have any sensitivities to tastes? // He dislikes fungal tastes. Not a fan of the shrooms, and gives Nimbus dirty looks every time they have a mushroom and sausage omelette. 14. is there a sound that drives them crazy? ( like the sound of nails on a chalkboard, styrofoam rubbing together, cardboard boxes, etc?) // Knifeboards crashing into the side of a building. More recently, Lightbearers crashing into the side of a building, as well. 18. what household chore do they absolutely hate doing? // Dusting. He's too big for it, he thinks the dusters look silly, he just leaves it to the roombas.

[sufficientlylargen]

It always gets me that the name "Gandalf" literally just means "Wand-Elf" or "Stick-Elf". I'm imagining old Gondorians just being like:

Librarian: I saw that weird guy at the library again today.

Guard 1: What weird guy?

Librarian: The old guy with the beard? Kinda elfy-looking, apart from the beard?

Guard 1: Oh, with the big-ass stick?

Librarian: Yeah, looked like he was carrying an entire tree branch.

Guard 2: Yeah, that's the Stick Elf.

Guard 1: Hell yeah, I fuckin' love the Stick Elf.

Librarian: The "Stick Elf"?

Guard 2: He comes by every few years, usually after some weird book or other.

Librarian: Oh. Yeah, he wanted a treatise on goblin breeding habits.

Guard 2: Like, how they have sex? We have books on that?

Librarian: Yeah, turns out we do. I was as surprised as you are.

Guard 1: What'd the Stick Elf need a fuckin' goblin-fuckin' book for?

Librarian: I didn't ask. So you just call him "Stick Elf"?

Guard 2: I mean, he looks kinda elfy and he always has that stick, so, like, yeah.

Guard 1: Dude also has some fuckin' dope pipeweed.

Guard 2: Oh yeah, his pipeweed is awesome.

Librarian: How long has he been coming here?

Guard 2: Oh, for decades. He's, like, super old.

Guard 1: More like fuckin' centuries. Dude's old as balls.

Guard 2: Wait, really?

Guard 1: Yeah, my gran-gran used to talk about him. She loved his pipeweed too.

Librarian: So he's… an immortal pipeweed dealer?

Guard 2: I think he's just, like, a connoisseur. He doesn't sell it or anything. He just always has some really top-notch pipeweed on him.

Archivist: Oh, are we talking about Stick Elf?

Guard 1: Hell yeah we are!

Librarian: You know about the Stick Elf, too?

Archivist: Oh, totally. Stick-Elf's a super chill dude. Gave me some awesome pipeweed when I was maybe 12, and tee-bee-aitch I think I'm still a little buzzed from it.

Guard 1: What'd I tell ya, fuckin' dope pipeweed!

Archivist: Also he's really old.

Guard 1: Old as balls.

Librarian: Yeah, so Éodan and Jenniforomir were telling me.

Archivist: My grandpa used to tell me stories - he said one time he saw Stick Elf enter a smoke-ring contest.

Guard 1: Ooh, I'll bet he kicked fuckin' ass.

Archivist: Apparently the guy made an entire warship out of smoke and it flew around shooting down the other rings.

Librarian: And how much of this "fuckin' dope" pipeweed had your grandfather had by this point?

Guard 1: No no, that's totally plausible. Dude's got weird elf powers and shit for sure.

Archivist: He brought fireworks for the king's birthday one year, too.

Guard 1: Oh fuck, I forgot about those! Fuckin' incredible fireworks! Dragons and knights and glowy trees and shit! I was fuckin' 6 years old or something, they totally blew my mind. Hey Éodan, did you see that shit?

Guard 2: No, I think that's before I lived in Gondor.

Guard 1: Wait, you're not from here?

Guard 2: Oh, no, I grew up in Rohan. We moved here when I was, like, thirteen because my uncle Éojeff said he could get my dad a sweet job. And also that there were houses that didn't smell like horseshit.

Guard 1: Oh shit, are you related to Éojeff and Éosteve who run that æbleskiver stand on Norndîl St?

Guard 2: Yeah, they're my uncles!

Guard 1: Shit, they cook a fuckin' great æbleskiver!

Librarian: Ok, hold up a sec, "Stick Elf" can't possibly be his real name.

Guard 1: Why not?

Librarian: What? You think his parents named him in the hopes that he would carry around a fucking tree when he got older?

Guard 2: Maybe they gave him the tree when he was born!

Archivist: I don't think a baby could carry that stick.

Guard 1: You ever seen a baby hanging onto something? They're hella strong.

Archivist: It's not a strength thing, their hands are tiny. That staff is enormous!

Guard 1: My halberd's bigger 'n I am, I can hold it just fine.

Archivist: You're not a baby.

Librarian: Also why would elf parents name their kid "stick ELF"?! Presumably they know that their kid's going to be an elf!

Archivist: Is he actually an elf? I didn't think they grew beards.

Guard 1: How'd he get old as balls if he's not an elf?

Guard 2: His ears aren't that pointy. Maybe he's just a really old guy? Like, a Numémoriam or something?

Guard 1: Did you just say "Numémoriam"?

Guard 2: Nûnenorman? Munimõrbitan? Y'know, those guys like the king that can get super old.

Guard 1: You mean the fuckin' Númenóreans?

Guard 2: Yeah, the Númenóreums.

Archivist: Even the Númenóreans don't live THAT long.

Guard 1: Plus he carries that fuckin' stick around.

Guard 2: Wait, what does the stick have to do with it?

Guard 1: That's an elf thing. Y'know, trees and shit? Very elfy.

Librarian: Ok, look, but his parents naming him "Stick Elf" would be weird whether or not he's an elf. In fact, it's even weirder if he's not - what human names their kid "elf"?

Archivist: Huh. Yeah, you're right, he probably does have another name.

Guard 2: Yeah, I guess so.

Librarian: He's been coming here for decades and nobody's ever asked his real name?

Archivist: I dunno what to tell you, he's Stick Elf. Even his library card just says 'Stick Elf'.

Guard 1: Fuck yeah, the Stick Elf!

Guard 2: Maybe we could, like, ask him his name sometime?

Guard 1: Hey, look, Elrond's over there. He's old as balls too, maybe he knows?

Guard 2: Oh, we shouldn't interru-

Guard 1: HEY ELROND, YOU'RE OLD AS BALLS, RIGHT? WHAT'S THAT OLD ELF WITH THE STICK'S NAME?

Elrond (coming over): Do you mean an old man cloaked all in grey and blue, leaning on a rough-cut staff, who came to the great library this day?

Guard 1: Yeah, the Stick-Elf!

Guard 2: (Sorry to bother you, sir...)

Librarian: He's got to have a real name besides 'the Stick Elf', right?

Elrond: Indeed, for no elf is he. You speak of the wizard Olórin, wisest of the Maiar, older even than Eä itself. Many are his names in many countries: Tharkûn among the Dwarves; Incánus to the south; Mithrandir he is called among my people, the Grey Pilgrim.

Librarian: Oh.

Elrond: And here in the North he is called Stick-Elf.

Librarian: Oh.

Guard 1: Fuck yeah!

[aq2003]

1x69 // 1x89 or; keyleth and percy and "i need you"

[wonbillion]

why have i never seen this before they all look SO GOOD

[rohan-kishibaby]

So my mom smokes and since i've turned 18 she asks me to pick up cigarettes for her sometimes when i'm out, which is fine i don't mind doing that but i got so anxious about getting asked for ID and being seen as a young delinquent or smth

So i'm totally worked up about it every time, but every time i have gone so far i have not once been asked to show ID.

1. I literally turned 18 like a month ago, i can't look THAT old????

2. I got so fuckin worked up only to get just.

*hands me the cigarettes* "that'll be £30 please :)"

LIKE. OKAY I GUESS.

[inkydeeeeeeew]

So like, I'm reading Return of the King and Faramir is kind of a total chad. But like, just in a straight talking, no bullshitting kind of way. He's like, Eowyn, not only are you hot, you're awesome, and we should go out, but even if we don't, we should definitely hang out. In this garden of the Houses of Healing. And she's like, Aragorn will never love me and I missed my chance to die in battle, so I guess we can hang out. So they hang out and they both get better, but then he leaves to do his job as Steward of Gondor and she starts getting sick again and Eomer calls Eowyn back to Rohan to prepare for Aragorn's coronation, but she declines. Faramir finds out she's getting sick again, so he goes to see her and he's like, there are only 2 reasons why you're still around and she's like, I do not have the fucking TIME for riddles. Speak plainly. And he's like, either you're staying here because you're avoiding Aragorn's coronation OR you're staying here because...I am here. And I hope it's the second reason. And she's like, uh... I don't have time for Aragorn's pity and I've lost all chance of valor because the war is over. And Faramir is like, uh... actually you killed a ring wraith, so like, you've already won valor? And she's like, oh and I guess you want to tell everyone you tamed a shield maiden of Rohan because you couldn't find a nice Dunedain girlie, and he's like, actually I would literally LOVE to tell people that. Also, Aragorn is the softest guy, so don't look down on his pity because he's got a really big heart and he simply can't help it. And she's like...fine. Deal. And he's like, YOU HEAR THAT, BOYS?! EOWYN'S MOVING OUT OF THE HOUSES OF HEALING CUZ I GOT HER ALL FIXED UP NOW.

1. I like, I HIGHLY identify with Faramir being this matter of fact with a romantic partner.

2. ARAGORN REALLY IS THE SOFTEST GUY. AND NO ONE JUST STRAIGHT UP POINTS THIS OUT BEFORE FARAMIR DOES. BUT IT'S SO TRUE.

[cantfightmoonlight]

“You’re welcome,” She told him. Her softened gaze, however, was quick to sharpen as both of their expressions settled. “No one would speak up for you, got it,” Meena’s tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, having nothing else to say in regards to the matter. He was more than entitled to his own opinion and she wasn’t about to fight to change it. He could believe what he wanted about her. Everyone else already did and, frankly, this conversation seemed all too familiar to the ones she kept on having to have. Every breath she took, every move she made, was always scrutinized by someone or another. Same book. Different font and, as unfortunate as it may be, her propensity to care was waning. It wasn't Rohan's fault, but with constantly having to explain oneself, one's patience grew thin. He was someone she cared about and, a few months ago, the thought of him holding any sort of animosity toward her would have been heart-wrenching, even if she would have disguised her emotions better than the best of them. But, now? As he continued on, all she felt was numb. A feeling she hadn't felt since her own ex-husband had come at her. Teddy's words echoed in her head even now. You care more about material things than you do about people. And while, she'd like to say it wasn't true, he probably had been right.  

A cold indifference filled her gaze as she finally spoke up, telling Rohan without a hint of emotion in her voice, “If your relationships grew complicated with anyone else in this town that is on you or the actions of the coven for choosing to strip you of your magic. Not on me. Now, what I am about to say might sound cruel and I do apologize for that, but you cannot be exiled from a group you aren't nor have you ever been qualified to join. You aren't a vampire. You have never been a vampire and, unless you decide to watch your newly wed husband die for a life of immortality, given how he has explicitly vocalized to both of us that he has no desire nor will he ever turn of his own accord, you will likely never become a vampire. That is the reality. So, you’re more than entitled to act as though a scarlet letter was bestowed upon you, but, until your heart stops beating and you know what it’s like to have actually died, nothing changed for you."

"The organizations are optional for a reason as, while they are intended to be helpful resource, they've never been a necessity. Regardless of one's affiliation, every resident in town has a level of protection and, as Mayor and your friend, I figured it was a given that I see through to that," She explained. Her dark eyes falling to the ground as she shook her head once more. "I did try to find you." She had stopped by his place and the Pendulum. She had even spoken to Jonah, checking in to see how he might be doing. "But, you were keeping your distance and, up until now, I didn’t realize you had a problem with me. You never vocalized such and, while I may be able to read some minds, Rohan, yours is not one of them. I thought we were fine. I figured after everything that had happened with the coven that you would need time to process and I didn’t want to crowd you before you were ready. I only caught on to the fact that you might be avoiding me specifically as of recent. Though, if we’re being honest, it wasn’t my place to be the one to break the news to you regardless. As a member of the coven, it was Poppy’s job to represent you, just as it was her job to explain the verdict to you. She was the one who should have communicated it to you. If I stepped in, I'd be overstepping another leader's authority and, it's not like I could know when or if she had spoken to you when the only time I've seen you has been in a room full of people while we were all being held hostage."

"You can believe I should have tried harder to track you down across town and maybe you’re right. Maybe I should have, but I have to make tough decisions daily in those meetings and I can not nor will I chase down someone who doesn’t want to be found so that I can bend over backwards apologizing for a decision I agreed to, because you are right in the fact that I made a choice and I would do it again. Is that what you want to hear? I truly believe that me speaking up in that room would have only made things worse for you in the long run and you can believe differently to your heart's content. But, unless you can prove such, I don't regret playing the long game. Unlike the other leaders, as Mayor, I have the entire town to be considering and am expected to consistently place everyone above myself which I do time and time again. But, I can't be everything for everyone and I don't hide the fact that I will chose this town over you, your neighbors or my own well being over and over. The fact that I can step into a room, be completely unbiased and make the hard calls is why you all voted me into this position. I have never hide that I am cold, uncaring and heartless. So, I'm sorry to say, but I don't really care if any of this makes you feel better. Though, you are wrong about one thing. I wasn't simply choosing the Clan. I was choosing the decision I thought would strategically be the best in the long run for everyone and I'm sorry I didn't react the way you wanted me to. But, I was trying to protect you. I wasn't the loudest voice in the room and, yes, I was also trying to protect the Clan, the political relationships I have with other organizations, myself and my own reputation. I'm not going to deny that I have other people to consider or that I'm selfish. I don't think this has to be a turning point, but I can see why it may feel that way to you and I'm not going to try to disregard your stance either. If you think our friendship will never be the same again, so be it."

"Ask JC," She told him, not about to disclose any more than she already had. If he wanted to know which human was protected by the pack, he was more than capable of finding out himself. "Though wow. I'm sorry. When was I supposed to be there for you when you were captured by hunters and having your hand smashed exactly? Because last time I checked, I was the first person to be voted in. I volunteered to be tortured on your behalf. On all of your behalves before anyone in this town stepped up to offer their name. But, you were on your own? So, me offering my life up on a silver platter meant nothing? Okay. Understood. Loud and clear." Her voice broke slightly. A flicker of pain caught across her gaze before vanishing as quickly as it appeared. Offering up a defeated shrug to the witch before her, she simple said, "I think we're done here."

Rohan nodded. "Thank you. Really. It was everything I could have hoped for and more," he replied, a weak smile flashing across his lips. It did not quite last, however, his expression settling again into a distant sort of listlessness. "I don't know what else it could mean, Meena. No one would speak up for me. In such a way that it complicated my relationship with other people not on the Council but still in their respective groups. It was very Scarlet Letter, wasn't it? Live here as an exile because if you go out there, you're dead." He gestured vaguely toward the distance, where the barrier lay.

Turning back, Rohan met her eye. "Hey, you didn't come find me either, Meena. You didn't text me and say, 'hey, Ro, let me explain what happened because I understand that from the outside it looks a certain way.' I heard from Nico, and Poppy came over to talk to me in third-person that she didn't fight hard enough against...I don't even know. The thing she did herself. I can't even with her right now." He pressed his hands to his temples, scrunching his eyes.

"Because all we have are choices. I made a choice, so I'm living with the consequences of it. Everyone in that Council Room made a choice. I don't think things will ever again be the way they once were. It was a turning point, wasn't it?" He sighed, shaking his head. But falling quiet, he allowed her to talk, his shoulders slumping. "Well, it doesn't matter now anyway. I do dark magic all the time these days," he muttered, shaking his head. "And yes, I broke the Accords. I don't disagree or dispute that. I earned a punishment. I'm still allowed to not be sainted about it." He rolled his shoulders.

"Everything you're saying is true, Meena. Vouching for me would have made you look bad in that moment. I hope you can understand that doesn't make it feel any better. You chose the Clan. I can understand that is your duty. But again, you chose. JC chose. Poppy chose. Me being some kind of Machiavellian agenda point on the cosmic chess board doesn't make it any better. And maybe it doesn't have to be better, and maybe it cant be better. I don't know." He closed his eyes. "Which human has pack protection, by the way? I have an inkling. Given what I know about who I know." He shook his head.

"No, I'm not a vampire. I'm barely even a witch anymore. And I'm not saying that is your fault. But I don't know what to believe, Meena. You chose the Clan. Which is your duty and your right. I don't think I was a long-term consideration for anyone in that room that day, no. You're telling me that I was, but I was on my own when I was captured by hunters and had my hand smashed to bits." He knit his brow. "Poppy doesn't represent me. She didn't in that meeting. She doesn't now. I don't blame you for that. But I just don't...I don't know where to go from here." He met her eye. "I was hurt, Meena. Knowing there were circumstances doesn't make it hurt less. You did what you had to do. I did what I did. All we can do now is live in it."