Dude You Ever Not Watch A Movie For A While And Miss A Characters Voice?

Hello, this is a picture I drew of me drawing a picture of myself 👍🏻

Yes that is just a sticker of Kilis stupid little face.

Anyway I’m gonna go shower and clean my room at midnight because I’m well adjusted like that

There is no frustration like sawing a highly conductive metal and having it basically turn into glue as the friction heat softens it, trapping your LAST saw blade.

Dude I just wanna make my fork.

I have soup to share with some people.. I promised to share it …but I don’t want to… I worked so hard on it and it’s so good…

This pumpkin soup makes me understand Thorin I swear

The company: So what's for dinner?

Bombur: I can't tell you, it's a soup-prise!

The company: ...

Gloin: Is it soup?

Bombur: I soup-pose it could be! *winks*

Dwalin: Please, enough with the soup puns!

Bombur: Wow, you're soup-per mean

Thorin: STOP

*one hour later*

The company: It's fucking roast beef?!?!?!?

I’m eating Nutella off the knife to cope

There is no frustration like sawing a highly conductive metal and having it basically turn into glue as the friction heat softens it, trapping your LAST saw blade.

Dude I just wanna make my fork.

Become a jeweler tarragon, follow in your fathers foot steps. You’ll have so much fun at art school..

Yeah great, a leather spoon. I hope ur happy.

I thought of something really dumb

Everything in erebor is probably proportionately 1/4-1/5 larger then things in the shire and when bilbos cooking it’s hard for him to do a lot of stuff because the poor guy is already standing on a stool.

One night Bilbo yelps something angry and storms out of the kitchen and Thorin walks in to see a salad that has been flooded with oil because the bottle was too large for him to hold and it spilt.

After consoling his very sad hobbit and taking him to the night market to get a goat cheese salad and some chicken sewers to eat up on the ramparts and watch the stars. Thorin is looking at the gutter system to runs off the ramparts and jumps to his feet, kissing Bilbo on the head and then literally running through the kingdom to his smithy- and he makes an olive oil spout to screw onto the top of the bottle so there’s more controlled flow.

He presents it to Bilbo the next day.

Bilbo silently thinks he could have just gotten Thorin to funnel the oil into smaller bottles for him and still would have gotten to sleep with his husband last night but it is very nice, and it does work very well so he smiles and kisses Thorin and uses it for months before putting it onto a smaller bottle to continue using it.

Thorin a bit of autism I think, can’t see the forest because he’s hyper focused on one bush kinda vibes. I love that silly man.

I don’t think I will survive Sansûkh you guys, the end of chapter three has be sobbing my fucking eyes out like a baby.

I love the hobbit fandom so much but please, my loves, my sweet baby pebbles, please… stop using really bad metal working analogies

Work hardened/annealed=

When you want to soften a metal to make it more pliable you heat it, this is called annealing. This is done when something you are working gets work hardened or develops tenseness that makes it fragile

So like.. if you’re writing some Bagginshield smut or fluff like you do (ha) you could say “Bilbo seemed to anneal under the heat of Thorins hands”

You’re welcome

- your local dwarrow jeweler

‘A dwarrow dame of Erebor’

She’s so pretty I’m in fits. What’s her name? What’s her job? What’s her story?

Brain storm:

I imagine she is very much in the upper class, if she works then she works a soft craft possibly with textiles. Perhaps she works with a manual loom and between that an an instrument she plays she has very callused finger tips for a lady of the upper class.

I imagine there is very little visual distinction between men and women in all classes but the upper classes are all very prettied up.

She uses gold, oxidization from bronze in powder and fat to make eye shadow too (also lapis is ground to a powder for make up as well but it’s not a color this dame wears often) (Thorin wheres so much eye coal and never washes it off before bed. His pillow looks like it belongs to Bofur)

Her parents are likely merchants who spend a lot of time away from Erebor traveling as far so Gondor and the Blue mountains returning with gifts for her.

She is only young, about 65, old enough to work with her grandmother in textile production but not old enough to travel with her parents on such dangerous roads. Though she is born at the beginning of the age of men there are still orc strong holds and devotees to the fallen enemy that are known to waylay caravans of traders

Thrirli daughter of Flenik the merchant.