Me: That "younger Man" Vibe Tho... Me: *is 18 Years Old* Me:...right Well I Guess We Have That To Look

Did anyone else watch this show obsessively as a kid? Bc I did and Sauron as Pingu is a fabulous image that I’m never going to get out of my head.

Sauron seeing Elrond for the first time and having war flashbacks to Lúthien:

Obi-Wan is Cal's father this, Obi-Wan is Korkie's father that, blah blah blah -

Hot Take: Cal and Korkie are twins.

With the braziers long gone cold, the night lies close and heavy, darkness impenetrable. It’s imôr - the deep night. Men call this time the bewitching hour and as Adar gazes on the apparition lying beside him, he can’t help feeling that they might have a point.

The Elvenking’s Herald looks unearthly in Adar’s bed, more like a mirage of grey starlight and hazy shadow than a creature of flesh. It seems there must be some trick of the light at play, one that makes an Uruk out of canvas tent walls and a Maia out of tangled sheets. But despite the guiles of dappled starlight, Elrond’s breath is warm and steady and undeniably real against Adar’s hand as he raises a finger to those sweet lips -

Lips parted and eyes closed in true sleep. Is it his mortal blood that makes him sleep so deeply? Or, like an Elf, has he collapsed into oblivion as his strength runs dry?

What is he - Elf or Man of Maia, all at once or something else entirely? Elrond Peredhel, half Elf, half other, descendent of Lúthien whose shadowy hair and radiant face have ever drawn the eyes of monsters. Kinslayers, Úmaiar… and Adar. Wonderous thing, he thinks. Wonderous, beautiful, hunted thing.

- from the fic I’m writing about Elrond from Adar’s perspective. I promised 5k of fangirling and I intend to deliver. Hang in there!

Alphas as bizarre t shirts

to be clear - this is the only two alpha-class clones from star wars that i know sooooo. let me know your favourites and they can have dumb sexy t shirts too

So I made a snickers cheesecake. Except there's no snickers or cheese, and it's not a cake.

And this happened -

My flatmate: Goose, this is great! How did you get the filling so creamy?

Me, recalling the metric fuck ton of cream that went into this diabetic daydream: funny you ask, actually...

Orc: man, we're so lost in this blizzard - forget attacking himring, we can't even see himring! Orc: ... wait. Orc: *squints*

They've put a giant eight-pointed star on the fortress on top of the hill overlooking the city. If I squint hard enough, I kind of feel like I'm in Himring (bad picture taken three quarter of the way up the hill, complete with desolate vegetation and thickish moving fog).

Extra installment in the bizarre star wars t shirt series:

t-shirt that says ‘I’D RATHER BE DEBASING A CHASTE AND VIRTUOUS KNIGHT RIGHT NOW.’

Percy Jackson vs Melkor lets fuckin GOOOOOOOOO

combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au

Notes on chapter 6: oh whoops this fic looks like it'll turn out a bit longer than i intended... ah well, just three more chapters Total number of chapters: 45

now this is my kind of politics

seems like the fairest way