#the girl who played arwen was taller than me and i just want to be shorter than my elf gf again

[baggebythesea]

Arwen, playing with Pippin's hair: "This is all so difficult for a poor, simple elven princess. Tell me, my tiny fiancé, what would our wedded life be like?"

Pippin, more comfortable in her lap than he has been in his entire life: "Well, we'd start every day with a sleep-in. Only, I'm usually up early (it's a character fault with us Tooks) so I'd be up making you breakfast. After breakfast in bed we'd join some of my cousins for second breakfast. Then we usually have to do some correspondance and snacks before third breakfast..."

Bilbo, waking up: "Huh? You're marrying young Took. Good for you, Arwen my girl. Tuckborough is legendary for its comfort, even if you might be on the taller side for the hobbit holes."

Sam, not entirely up to speed but loyal even so and not about to deny his friend the chance with an actual factual elf: "If you excuse me for saying so, if Pippin says the word there will be two scores of hobbits with shovels at your service at a moment's notice. You'd be as comfortable as a fox in the nest, m'am."

Frodo, feeling homesick: Tookland is the most beautiful part of Shire. You'd love walking in the shade of the elms. [recites poetry about trees]

Merry, feeling the opportunity to talk up Shire: "And the food is amazing. Not up to Brandibuck standards, of course, but the Tooks are not half bad cooks. Far better than this elven grub."

Gimli, happy with how annoyed some of the elves start to look: "The bride of a friend of Bilbo is a friend of the Lonely Mountain. Your marrige would never want for such things that gold can buy."

Legolas, who may or may not have harboured a slight celebrity crush on legendary hobbit hero Bilbo at one point: "Oh, to live so close to the Old Forest and all it's ancient mystery"

Gandalf, still finding the whole thing hillarious: "There are those who say the Tooks have elven blood, you know. There is precedent..."

Arwen, slightly flustered: "You know, I was just doing it for the bit but I honestly start to consider it."

Pippin, helpfully: "I'd give you foot rubs!"

Aragon: "GUYS!"

hot take: Pippin is the only one of the hobbits who is ‘team Arwen’ in the ‘who is the most beautiful woman in the world’ argument

[automnehiver]

Lesbian ask part 2 : you know the drill, do them all.

Thanks c’:

1. Wake her up with kisses lesbian or play with her hair while you wait for her to wake up lesbian

We usually wake up at the same time but then kisses in her neck and hip caressing

2. X files lesbian or twin peaks lesbian

X files !! I love this show

3. Pit Bull lesbian or corgi lesbian

Husky lesbian, fuck you (corgis are cute though)

4. Sweet tooth lesbian or saturates-everything-in-hot sauce lesbian

Okay yeah, sweet tooth ? That’s me. Who goes after school buy herself a macaron or a vanilla financier ? That’s me. I prefer salt to sugar tho

5. Sunflower lesbian or white lily lesbian

Lilac is my favorite, but my girlfriend loves white lilies so white lilies

6. Rose gold lesbian or white gold lesbian

White gold I guess, who cares ? not me

7. Dunkin’ donuts/Starbucks lesbian or strictly local cafe lesbian

Dunkin’ donuts is so cool ! I’ve tasted it only once in Germany and I’ve wanted to find one ever since ! Starbucks is fucking expensive but damn their green tea frappucinos are heaven

8. Sunrise lesbian or sunset lesbian

I like night, so sunset

9. Emily Dickinson lesbian or Maya Angelou lesbian

Maya Angelou !

10. Dark sexy ball gown or cute bright ball gown lesbian

Dark and sexy please

11. Strawberry lesbian or watermelon lesbian

Strawberries…with milk chocolate. A lot of chocolate

12. High waisted shorts lesbian or loose rolled up jeans lesbian

High waisted is super sexy and I really like it, but I also like comfy things and to roll up my sleeves and jeans sooooo ?????

13. 60s chic lesbian or 60s hippie lesbian

Go go hippies !!

14. Band lesbian or orchestra lesbian

I love bands but I’m way more into a specific orchestra (Pixelophonia) thanks to my cellist girlfriend so

15. Choir lesbian or garage band lesbian

I love choirs……..garage band are cool as hell tho

16. Twirl her around lesbian or get twirled lesbian

Twirl her around ! Though since she’s taller than me she’s probs the one who’s twirling me in this relationship

17. Sit com lesbian or artsy independent dramatic romance film from France lesbian

what the fuck

18. Bicycle lesbian or bus lesbian

Car lesbian

19. Jelly fish lesbian or dolphin lesbian

OH GOSH I LOVE JELLYFISHES SO FUCKING MUCH

20. Biology lesbian or physics lesbian

Biology !!

21. Studio Ghibli lesbian or Cartoon Network lesbian

Wow that one is impossible, both, both is good

22. Take the spider outside lesbian or scream at her to take the spider outside lesbian

I’m more like : I see the spider and just act like everything is fine and I even might take it outside if you’re asking me but I’m screaming inside

23. Serena Williams lesbian or Ronda Rousey lesbian

Serena Williams !! Wow what the fuck, what a woman

24. Prismacolor lesbian or faber castell lesbian

I’m a bitch for faber castell

25. “Campers are for the weak” lesbian or “I will die before sleeping on the ground” lesbian

I actually love sleeping on the ground hahaha but yeah, give me at least a fucking sleeping bag

26. Calling every female character they see their girlfriend lesbian or “Dana Scully isn’t your girlfriend, I am” lesbian

Fangirling together on hot women in the same series and winking at each other

27. Roller skate lesbian or ice skate lesbian

Ice skate !! I’m still a bit clumsy on these though

28. “Christmas carols are dumb and over played” lesbian or belting out all I want for Christmas is you at the top of their lungs lesbian

I’m the kind of person who belts out every single fucking song and christmas carols are not an exception

29. Buy her something lesbian or make her something lesbian

I love to do things with my own hands but I’m really into buying her gifts

30. Cherry mojitos lesbian or cherry flavored vodka lesbian

what the fuck ew

31. Write her poems lesbian or bake her cookies lesbian

Cookies, but I might eat half of the raw dough alone before baking them

32. Tummy kisses lesbian or thigh kisses lesbian

Tummy. so warm and soft

33. I’ll fight anyone that makes my girl cry lesbian or I’ll psychologically destroy anyone that makes my girl cry lesbian

how about considering killing anyone that hurts my girl

34. Fall asleep in her arms lesbian or rub her back until she falls asleep in your arms lesbian

I have to admit that I VERY OFTEN fall asleep in her arms when we’re watching movies together

35. Floral pattern lesbian or tie dye lesbian

Floral pattern because. yes. flowers

36. Snake lesbian or frog lesbian

Frogs ! I love highly colored frogs, over all the yellow and blue ones because they’re cute

37. Send her memes lesbian or “if you call me the rarest Pepe one more time I swear to god”

I already told that I was a very annoying person and I like to send dumb things to everyone

38. Star Wars lesbian or lord of the rings lesbian

Lord of the rings because yeah. Arwen and Galadriel and because Kylo Ren is fucking ugly

39. Spice girls lesbian or 5th harmony lesbian

ew

40. Pink hair lesbian or blue hair lesbian

Blue hair !

41. Maple syrup lesbian or berry syrup lesbian

Chocolate syrup yes fuck you

42. Vinyl lesbian or cassette lesbian

iPod lesbian

43. Paris lesbian or Amsterdam lesbian

well. I live in Paris but I love Amsterdam

44. Jazz lesbian or swing lesbian

I don’t know much about jazz nor swing but there are a few jazz pieces that I really like

45. Pin stripes lesbian or plaid lesbian

plaid is fine !

46. Mini golf date lesbian or bowling date lesbian

gtfo golf, bowling is too fun for you

47. D E S T R O Y her at Mario kart lesbian or let her win lesbian

loose at Mario Kart lesbian

48. Pullover hoodie lesbian or zip up hoodie lesbian

zip up so she can open it more easily

49. Band tshirt lesbian or fandom tshirt lesbian

fandom tshirt, uhh

50. Love her with your entire heart lesbian or lover her with your entire soul lesbian

Love her lesbian

[crazyfanoffandom]

Blood in Black Hearts

Title: Blood in Black Hearts Characters: Cullen x Trevelyan (Non-Inquisitor) Series Title: Vhenan: A Dragon Age Collection Synopsis: Imogen Trevelyan's rogue, sassy attitude has kept most of the inquisition at bay. She's the Inquisitor's right hand, but this confession is preying on her nerves. Rated T for suggestions. Some in game dialogue. One-shot. Cullen x Non-Inquisitor Trevelyan.

This time was different. Not the type that centred on lust or crazy fan girl theories. If only. The pacing. The mental notes. The rapid change of movements and swift turns. Flipping through all those “what if” scenarios without uttering a word. There wasn’t a time that crossed Imogen’s mind that compared to this. Giving into her suitors desires had never been an issue. Not in the past. It satisfied someone. Her mother. Father. Distant, insanely rich noble cousins who read too many romance novels. It made someone happy. Meaningless, to say in the least. And that’s what made it easy. Nerves were never necessary. Confessing half witted, empty words to appease those who fought to use her for their own methods. Locking away her heart while they did what they needed, and then watching their faces fall when she shattered their hearts. It was always worth it. To watch rage and anger, sadness and depression fly through at such a rate. Hilarious to say the least. They got their fun. Her family benefitted. She was entertained. Everyone was happy. But that morning, she’d gotten out of bed and recited a thousand times what she’d say. And do. How she’d approach this. How’d she keep her heart at bay. The order of sentences. When she’d bring it up. What to do if rejection knocked on her front door. It was planned. It had been planned. Yet why was she so nervous? Pacing outside his newly renovated office on the battlements? Glancing often down at those that lingered in the court yard? Analyzing their faces. Preparing lectures and possible punishment tactics. Stuff she would do later. Why? Arwen would know. Not that Imogen would ask. Of course, the elf always knew. She was weird that way. Elves had this thing about them…strutting around the halls with a look on their faces. Or how they walked. So smug. A fountain of cocky pride that glistened in the moonlight and strung itself up during the day. But their ears. Those irritated Imogen most. She’d forced herself to get accustomed with the elves that had been drawn to Skyhold since they’d made the long trek here. Or those before. Like Solas. Though his long explanations of the fade and breach were like lullabies to small children. She had no idea how Arwen could sit through something and leave fascinated. Or how this fascination grew into anything more. It was easy to tell, of course. The girl was like a walking emotion filled basin. Not that Imogen would ever tell her that. And here she was. Imogen mentally slapped herself for getting distracted. Somewhat. Her palms had grown sweaty. Her heart was beating out of her chest. Had these feelings really exploded this much? Trouble is she had no idea when this started. When she started feeling like this. Imogen’s eyes shot back so she was staring at the court yard where tents were still drawn and the wounded lay. The last. Those that may yet survive. For those seriously injured had died in the last weeks since they had come to Skyhold. The exploding emotions were cut for a moment with a stab of guilt. She should’ve seen it coming. Corypheus’s attack after they took his mages. And she didn’t. Did he hate her for it? She checked the door that led to his tower. It was a small wood door embedded into the tower’s white rock walls. No taller than herself. This, Imogen tightened her hands into balls, is ridiculous. If Arwen had the nerve and ability to act on impulse and kiss Solas, why should she stand here cowering in the face of…this!? (Whatever it was) As if someone was pulling at an invisible rope wrapped around her waste, Imogen’s feet acted on their own accord…and she was at the door. Her hand lightly tapped against the wood, but she pushed it open slowly before a reply. With the door open, and the dimly lit room calling her name, inviting her inside, there was nothing holding her back. Yet, she felt the pangs of an over flowing emotional mess start to bubble and pop within her. Again. Only this time, there were fireworks and screaming voices in her head. At the desk feet away from her was a blonde haired figure wrapped in large, fancy armour staring down at something on the desk. His eyes snapped up. They lingered for a moment. She could see something conflicting in his eyes. “Something on my face?” “Yes…uh, no,” He stood straight, “Maker’s breath…I thought you…went with the Inquisitor to the Hinterlands yesterday…” Oh yes. She’d thought earlier that morning it would come up, “I thought it best I remain here. I have some…things i need to take care of,” Like you. But she wouldn’t say that out loud, “Is that a problem?” “What? No.” “Good,” Blood pumped vigorously to her head. It felt like it would explode, “I was wondering if we could talk…alone.” “Alone?” She thought for a moment he’d refuse. Imogen had been prepping herself for this…if you could call pacing and sweating preparation. But, she knew he’d refuse. Why would anyone accept? “I mean, of course.” Imogen’s hands clapped together quietly behind her back, and she started playing with her fingers. He came to her side, and they walked out another door on the opposite side of the room. Not the same one she’d come in of course. But another, and as they left the dimly lit room and walked into the sunshine, there was a moment or two of silence. They wandered the battlements for what felt like hours. Imogen’s mind had drawn a blank. A ridiculous blank. “It’s a nice day…” Cullen scratched the back of his neck. The statement had taken her aback. Her eyes snapped towards him, “What!?” It sounded too forceful. She knew it. And she hadn’t meant it that way. “It’s…” He wouldn’t look at her. She’d done it. She’d broken him, “…there was something you wished to discuss.” Moment of truth. Imogen felt like something was going to rip her chest open and jump out, “Cullen…” Just say it. Get it over with. “…I care for you…and…” She sighed, her eyes jumping out of the battlements and to the grand mountains behind them. “What’s wrong?” There was a sort of calm, tenderness to his voice. “You left the templars,” Imogen continued. She started back down the battlements. Cullen followed swiftly. Closely, “but do you trust mages? Could you think of me as anything more?” “I could. I mean, I do…think of you. And what I might say in this sort of situation,” said Cullen. Imogen followed Cullen as they ventured farther down the battlements. Her heart — of which she had finally calmed — picked up, and she felt like it would break free of its flesh prison. “What’s stopping you?” said Imogen. The words were out before she could think, and the two halted in their tracks again. Imogen’s hand brushed the stone walls of the battlements. She dared not think of the consequences if she tumbled from the safety of the walls. His eyes snapped at her. Imogen’s face grew hot. What met her eyes wasn’t the look of council debate, or reason. Instead, she saw soft eyes, “You’re the Inquisitor. We’re at war. And you,” As if this were a dance, he swayed as he closed the gap, “I didn’t think it was possible.” “And yet I’m still here,” Imogen gripped the walls with her fingers. “So you are,” Again, Cullen swayed slightly as the gap shortened. If Imogen had wanted, she could’ve leaned in a few inches and felt his cheek against her own, “it seems too much to ask. But I want to—“ He leaned in. Imogen could feel the heat of his skin, and the slight pressure of his hands as they touched either side her waist. This was it. What she’d come to do. In a sense. Her heart fluttered at the thought of the seconds to come. Their lips were about to brush, “Commander!” Imogen’s eyes widened. Her head dropped so she gazed at the floor. Her worst nightmare! The reason she’d bothered pacing outside his office. A interruption. One that would certainly change his mind. She felt the pressure of his hands tighten against her waist, and the sound of footsteps drew closer. “You wanted a copy of sister Leland’s report,” said the voice. The pressure on either side of her waist disappeared. For a moment, Imogen allowed herself to catch a quick glimpse of the intruder’s face. She’d seen him previous, receiving orders from Cullen when they first arrived at Skyhold. The man wore a green outfit and hood. A messenger. Most likely one of Leliana’s. Imogen would have a talk with the “spymaster” later. Her eyes snapped away from his face, and back to the lovely cobblestone floor. My, it was lovely! “What!?” snapped Cullen. “Sister Leliana’s report. You wanted it delivered “without delay.”” A thick silence fell upon the trio, but Imogen didn’t lift her head to see what was happening. Heat rose to her cheeks. She wanted her feet to move. She wanted to get out of there. But nothing happened. Her feet had minds of their own, and they stayed planted in the spot. “Or to your office,” said the messenger, breaking the silence. She heard feet shuffling in the direction they’d come from, “right…” The heat intensified. Imogen fought with her feet. They had to move! She couldn’t stand there, looking like a idiot. When the sound of a door opening, and then closing echoed, Imogen forced words, “If you need to—“ But she never finished. Imogen felt Cullen’s lips crush hers. She gasped with surprised as his hands found her shoulders, and they swayed together. In his arms, she felt a warmth and desire that she’d never experienced. It was like a volcano was exploding. Her arms had jerked back in surprise, but now they fell on to his broad arms. The desperation disappeared as his lips slowed against her, and she felt obliged to quicken the pace. But as soon as they had started, he’d pulled away, “I’m sorry. That was…really nice.” For a moment, she stared at him, unable to form words or wrap herself around what had happened. She smirked, “That was what I wanted.” “Oh. Good,” He leaned in, and she felt him press his lips against hers. Imogen gently touched his arms. And in that moment, she knew. Imogen had done it!

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[razanurtuk]

had a dream where the tiny local theater group im a part of did a stage adaptation of lotr and honestly??? when can i play aragorn in real life i fuckin crushed it in the dream