#thank you! 💕

[avonne-writes]

Hello! I absolutely love Reverie and recently went through to read your tagged posts :) In one of the posts, you said that John coped by viewing Gale as his only reason to stay alive. I was wondering if Gale ever realized quite the level of John’s dependence on him like that (in the Stalag or post-war) and if so, does he do anything to try and help to unlearn that mindset?

Thank you so much! 🤍

Great question, thank you so much! ❤️

Yes, Gale does notice it in their last months in the stalag. At the time, he doesn’t have the capacity to consider whether this affects anything long-term, and then later, he figures it's going to change by itself with time. He does always encourage John to find things that bring him joy, but it's not enough for significant change.

Another aspect to consider is that Gale likes it this way, although he doesn’t want to admit it. He has never been the center of anyone's universe before, never felt love that he could believe before. It’s no wonder that a selfish, suppressed, twisted-up part of him wants the dependence to continue like that.

But the stronger, rational part recognizes that this is not healthy. I think when he finally concludes that it's not getting better on its own, he pulls out his leader voice and gives John the push he needs to seek things out that give him a purpose. In Reverie, Gale is someone who makes detailed action plans for any challenge he needs to tackle. He writes down his list of ideas to help John and goes through all of them. I think the most successful one is getting John a puppy.

Although John does recover in everyday functionality, deep down he’ll never stop thinking that living wouldn’t be worth it without Gale.

[mint-ty]

Trick or treat!

my wips are a mess so here's another idea I've been playing with in my head: bojere first kiss 💕 (I only have bojere brainrot recently ahh)

Bojan really really loves kissing. In fact, he thinks kissing is even better than sex (another storyline there). He loves kissing people that he loves: guys or girls or bandmates - it doesn't matter. And since he first saw Jere, he's been obsessed with what it would be like to kiss him 😌

But the more he thinks - the more difficult it is to approach Jere with that idea. So Bojan tries to set the scene: he kisses people in front of Jere and hopes to make him jealous. But Jere isn't a jealous type (unlike Bojan 👀) and just cheers him on.

Bojan tries to make a topic about how amazing kissing is, maybe Jere will offer first? But Jere only says "meh, if I kiss then I have to take my snus out and I don't wanna". So that doesn't work either.

Maybe they could play a bottle? But again! Bojan is very jealous 👀 he doesn't want to see Jere kissing others. In the end he finds out that Jere only drinks boxed glöggi that doesn't spin anyway.

But Bojan really really wants to kiss Jere and see what it's like 😩 He knows it would be amazing. If he would just stop overthinking and just ask 👀

[littlewitchbee]

Self rec time <3 (Hopefully this formats okay in your inbox xD)

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they’ve made.

1. Something you absolutely adore:

2. Something that was challenging to create:

3. Something that makes you laugh or smile:

4. Something that surprised you (how it turned out, how other liked it, etc.):

5. Something you want other people to see:

thank you friend!!! (and sorry this took so long to answer)

1. I still love my fma secret santa piece from last year. Looking at it now, there's some stuff I wish I'd done a little differently, but overall I'm very proud of it.

2. My royai day fic! Someday Our Ocean Will Find Its Shore Writing is hard 🥲 but fun! I hope to keep doing it 💕

3. I'm currently cursed with baby fever, so probably this one lol

4. I'm not sure I have an answer for this one, but I'll say I'm super honored that this piece inspired an amazingly beautiful fic by the lovely @aicasey 💕 (currently private but I'd love to read it again!)

5. Please look at all of my art :3

no pressure tagging: @rizaposting @scienceoftheidiot @quiet-nocturne @topthagomizer @koussevitzky and anyone who wants to hype up their stuff (you should!!)

[saltuary]

36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver .

The night had spilled its ink across the heavens, the white ramparts of Minas Tirith gleaming like bones laid bare. It was in that dark and spectral hour that Faramir found his brother.

Boromir reeled in the shadow of the Hall of the Stewards, his laughter bursting into the cold, star-pricked air – loud, almost careless, a merriment edged with something wild and brittle. His cloak, half-fastened, fluttered about his person like a war-torn banner, and in his hand he bore a flask, its contents sloshing with every unsteady step, the heavy scent of liquor an incense offered to indifferent stars.

Upon seeing Faramir, Boromir lifted the flask high, as though offering a toast to the silent city itself, to the dead kings and all their vain hopes. His boots scuffed gracelessly against the flagstones and, with a bark of rough laughter, he stumbled – falling not to the ground, but into Faramir’s waiting arms.

Without a word of reproach, Faramir slid his arm around his brother’s broad shoulders, feeling at once the coiled might and the disordered looseness as he steadied the staggering weight of him.

“Come then, brother,” Faramir murmured, his voice low, fond, softened by some echo of Boromir’s own mirth. “Let me be your steward, if only for this night.”

Boromir leaned heavily against him, muttering some indecipherable jest, his breath thick and sweet with wine, and then laughed again – a grievous, almost boyish sound, as though some part of him had never left the green fields of their youth, where they had raced beneath the banners and half-believed themselves eternal.

They were less agile now. Together, they moved across the courtyard, Boromir’s steps lurching, Faramir bearing him up with a strength born less of body than of devotion. To any who watched unseen, it might have seemed a cruel parody of coronation: the heir of Gondor, drunk upon the fruits of a bitter vintage, borne not to glory but to his bed by his lesser brother’s silent fidelity.

Faramir thought of the great ships of Númenor, wrecked and rotting beneath black waters, their sails trailing like drowned hair. He thought of the White Tree itself, brittle and barren, standing against the slow devouring of time.

Boromir would rise again – albeit with an ache in his head and several long hours past dawn.

For now, around them rose marble halls, vast and cold, the statues of long-dead kings peering down from their high places. Faramir felt the weight of their collective gaze, the centuries of expectation that neither love nor laughter could soften.

“You have chosen your burden, my dear brother,” he said gently, resignedly. “You have drunk deep of it, but I cannot let you drown.”

Boromir laughed again, the sound echoing strangely among the colonnades, only to be swallowed at last by the vaults of stone. Wine’s sharp, sweet rot clung to him, masking the scent of iron and leather that Faramir had, perhaps absurdly, always associated with home.

That noble head so often carried high, adorned with all the pride of Gondor, now lolled. His hair, fraying from its fastenings, spilled across his unguarded face, ruinous and euphoric in stupor.

And Faramir, who loved him beyond reason, said no more, and only smiled.

[zepskies]

Hiiii! I've read some of your fics in the past and first I've gotta compliment your writing style and your incredible use of vocabulary.

Lately it's been rough and I've been struggling with the mental side effects of that, but your fics (especially Soldier Boy) have been such a huge comfort and I just felt that you deserve to know that. ❤️

hey there, lovely!

Wow, thank you so much for that amazing compliment! 😍💗 All I can say is I've studied literature and the writing craft for a while now, so I'm happy to hear that it comes out in my writing. 😊

Though I'm sorry you've been going through a hard time. Trust me, I've been right there with you this week. But, I'm so glad that my stories have helped you in any way (especially my Soldier Boy fics; we all know he can be a lot lol).

While I hope and pray things get better for us, thank you again for letting me know how much my stuff has helped you. It's made my day! 😘

[bellaxgiornata]

Could I possibly be added to your tag list in pretty much anything Matt related? Much appreciation as always!!❤️

Absolutely!! I've got you added to the Matt Murdock one shot tag list now and the big series I have for him! I'm always so happy to see you enjoying my fics!! ❤️

[llamagirl28]

i love your game so much!!!!!!!!!!! im making mordred cry at every single opportunity there is and its my favorite thing ever... keep slaying

SJDKCJV poor Mordred

[swordluck]

-- ' ' Could this be yours ? ' ' what's warm in tone , is insouciant in other ways , it comes with the casual approach - the behavior of passer by , with that flat uncaring expression , in par with the smallest - most short lived smile one could muster . Slit gaze measures a trinket that nests in her palm , before turning focus to the other . -- ' ' It was in the grass , ' ' A Small pendant , barely half her claw in length , with the crystalline shine hidden behind golden ornate embossing . But her hand lays open, despite the talons' give it a bear trap like appearance —— Momentary pause after answers . But the item remains an offering . -- ' ' You could keep it you'd like, either way - I have not much use for it . ' ' // hie <:) <3

Anri paused mid-step, her gaze arrested by the peculiar figure that emerged from the evening’s shifting haze.  The woman’s posture was loose and unhurried, her voice carried a pleasant detachment.  Warm but distant, like a fire glimpsed through frosted glass – a cadence suited to fleeting meetings.

In her pale, scarred hand, a pendant gleamed faintly in the waning light.  Slit-pupils flicked from the trinket to Anri with an almost predatory disinterest.  All the while Anri’s own gaze – a cornflower blue as soft as crushed petals – pooled in the palm that bore the pendant.  How stark the contrast, those clawed fingers cradling such a delicate thing.  Like a captured star, its crystalline heart glinting beneath a lattice of gold.  What a beauteous thing to be lost to the grass.

Anri hesitated, politeness warring with caution.  The former quickly emerged triumphant, as always.

“It is lovely,” she murmured, her melodic voice a touch uncertain.  

She met the stranger’s gaze, those vivid blue irises stark against their golden sclera.  The brief smile that had accompanied the offering was already gone, flattened into a neutrality she could not parse.

“But no… it is not mine.”

Still, her attention lingered on the pendant, her thoughts a quiet flurry.  Such beauty – too beautiful, she thought, to be abandoned without care.  And yet, here it lay, offered in the open palm of this enigmatic stranger, who spoke of it with such detached ease.  

“Then…”  Anri mused softly, her fingers brushing against her lips as she considered.  Her hands fell to her sides, hesitant before finally reaching out, undeterred by those talons unfurled like knife-tipped petals.  “If you truly don’t wish to keep it, I’ll take it.”  

The pendant was lighter than she had expected.  Holding it delicately between her fingers, she tilted it this way and that, admiring the way it gleamed faintly, catching the last light of the evening.

“I won’t just hold onto it as though it’s mine,” she added, her voice gaining a touch of resolve.  “Someone may be missing it.  Do you think I could speak to the authorities, or put up flyers in the shop windows?  Perhaps whoever lost it is still nearby.  Something as fine as this… it must have meant something to someone.” 

Her gaze lifted to the stranger once more, drifting over the heavy mane of hair that shifted like the smoke-and-shadow of a fading hearth.

“May I ask your name?” she ventured, the question escaping before she could reconsider.  Then, almost as an afterthought, she quickly added:  “I’m Anri.”

[thelordofgifs]

Asks: 🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

(writers’ truth & dare ask game)

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

Ooh! Good question since my latest wip is officially a Secret.

👑💋🌊💨📚

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Thinking lately, as I often do, about a Maedhros who is not uncomplicatedly grateful to Fingon for his rescue… a Maedhros who wanted to die, begged to die, and was dragged back to life via DIY amputation and an eagle anyway… a Maedhros who fulfilled his wish, in the end, many years later. :(

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Not to yuck people’s yum, but WHAT IS IT WITH GLORFINDEL he is such a minor character and yet so so popular??

[i-like-yoongi-a-latte]

favorite word?

okay i'm trying to not have a deep take in this but it's hard!!!

one english word i like is phenomena, the story of it is that i had difficulties remembering what is the plural form of phenomenon (also a great word) and the trick was that the part -omena is apple in finnish so phen + omena

anyways moving on

a korean word i like at the moment is 흐르다 [heuruda] which means 'to flow' and it really sounds like water flowing - also other (korean) onomatopoeia words are so fun!!

[emojiburst]

Special shout-out to @emojifarm who is literally in my notifications every day for reblogging my stuff and helping me out. You're wonderful and I love you and you are very much noticed!!!

[olyphantgifs]

Hello! I hope you don't mind this brief message but I stumbled upon your Tumblr once I discovered my new found love for Timothy Olyphant. Thank you for all these gifs. I can only imagine the hard work and the time you dedicate to create these in order to be up to date. All to make Timothy grace our timelines with his beautiful presence. Again thank you. Greetings from Mexico.

hey there! glad to have you here! thank you so much for your kind message, it really means a lot. all of us here really appreciate it! and we're happy to continue the olyphant updates for the lot of us who are still down bad for the man 😉😅 trust us - you are not alone! cheers!!

[mint-ty]

Trick or treat! 🎃

hear me out: recently I've been thinking how a body-switch bojere au would work?

Jere and Bojan keep telling each other what they would do better in their place that a miracle does happen and they do switch bodies (with language knowledge). Now, they have a chance to prove and to fix some troubles that both stubbornly don't want to admit they were having.

First of course would be a self exploration 🤭🤭🤭 (all that delicious skin to touch 👀) Then, over the phone Jere would beg Bojan to please wash his clothes correctly bcs he doesn't want his designer-thrifted shirts ruined, while Bojan would keep reminding Jere he needs to visit all these interviews and to act like Bojan while Jere couldn't bother pretending to be someone else even in that someone's else body 😆

I see many comedy elements of them trying to navigate a familiar but unfamiliar space until they find how to return back to their real bodies 🪄

(could get angsty too, Bojan getting a first row how stalkerish Jere's life really is and Jere getting to see how Bojan isn't taken as seriously as he should be 🙁)

idk if it makes sense 😆 but it sounds fun in my head 🧠

[weather-mood]

Grip, grips, or gripped

For a second, Louis wasn’t sure if he was going to be allowed to hug her but Claudia threw her arms around him and gripped him tightly. Claudia, Claudia, Claudia.

[littlewitchbee]

Hello!!! For the artist ask game: do you listen to anything while drawing? whats a compliment about your art that has always stuck with you?

Hello!!

I absolutely have to listen to something while I'm drawing. I have a few playlists I shuffle through depending on my mood, or I'll listen to a podcast or something, but there definitely has to be noise of some kind lol

People are really nice about my ink sketches! That makes me happy because I love drawing in pen 💕

[slightlyobsessedwitheverything]

1 6 21 27 for the question game

1. What is your nickname?

My nicknames include: Bee, Bree, Brana, and my mom has called me Pooh Bear since i was a baby :3

6. 5 Male celebrity crushes

Oliver Stark (my #1 ❤️), Ryan Guzman, Josh Hutcherson, Noah Kahan, Pedro Pascal

21. Who knows you the best?

probably @probablynotpoppin 💕

27. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

early bird. i get up at 5 for work and even on weekends i wake with the sun. i get sleepy around 10 pm 🥱 i’m an old man