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heads heads heads

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*cutely puts a gun in my mouth and pulls the trigger*

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Just like when Vander shoved off. Except this time you aren't here to put it all back together, because... someone put all those holes in you.

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I'm glad I was wrong! Captioned with "Zaun Never Forgets"

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posting this for blorbovember before i disappear for a couple of days because i wont be able to watch the s2 premiere until sunday!!! ahhhh!!!!!!

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Thanks Riot I wasn't planning on being happy today anyways

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*cutely puts a gun in my mouth and pulls the trigger*

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With her eyes closed, Lady Galadriel seemed peaceful, as if asleep—

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“Would you show me a friendly face, once more?” (more writing below)

It was with the familiar smell of ashes burning her nostrils that Lady Galadriel came to the realisation that there was no fight left in her.

If she closed her eyes, she could feel them— the last flickers of a fire long burning finally leaving her body. As she stood there alone, amid the smoke blackening her sight and a tapestry of bodies she could no longer distinguish at her foot, the yearning for the pale waters of the Sea made itself known at last. She welcomed it with great bitterness.  So this was her end. The daughter of Finarfin was to set sail home to Valinor. She felt him approach like she always did: a large shadow engulfing soil, corpses and hopes alike, the blade of betrayal still fresh against her skin. She could continue to fight him— she’d done so over and over again, with different faces, different blades, each trying at eroding figments of a once shared kinship to no avail. He would remain Sauron. She would forever be Galadriel. He could not slay her just as she could never rid herself of him in full, and the acceptance of this truth once made her chest cave with grief, right between the puncture points of the crown he’d once pushed against her. “Galadriel,” he greeted her. He considered her curiously. Beneath his helmet, his eyes were glowing embers, nothing like his—witnessing the change in Galadriel, no doubt. She had never given up on an opportunity to deal a blow before, and there he stood before her, tendrils of his armour reaching to her like a black flame, yet she was not moving. He took a cautious step forward. “Are you not going to fight me, today?” She stared blankly at him—through him, through what once was, what could be, what would be. “Would you show me a friendly face, once more?” She asked instead. Tired. She was so tired. As she let her head fall against his shoulder, he stood very still. “I would,” he simply said, southern vowels scraping against his throat, low, barely loud enough for her elf ears to hear. Against all odds, he had granted her her request. Stubble scratched the side of her head as a hand gingerly held the back of her neck, and she allowed herself to feel the solace of his embrace, just this once.

She had started to diminish the day they had met, after all.

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—Although her light was blinding, he could not tear his eyes away, nor did he wish to.

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Their adventures are deadly, but they deserve a moment of peace from time to time.

Thank you so much for so many responses to my previous posts, I read everything you write to my art, your words warm my heart

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THEY SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN TO KILL THEIR FATHER

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Abled gays celebrating marriage equality: well we sure do have nowhere to go from here when it comes to marriage rights. Gay rights!

Me, a disabled lesbian trying to get on ssi thinking about how I will not be able to marry my girlfriend if I do because I can't have more than $2000 to my name at a time and they count a spouse's income towards that: wow .. gay rights ...

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Birthday gift for my #1APPLEJACKLOVER friend