#Frodo baggies

[mushroomates]

fellowship resume skills, ranked:

-boromir, has had good job experience and is very organized. great manager and team leader, really wants to work up the corporate latter. 8/10

-gimli, a little blunt but well qualified. resume is dense but well written. fantastic interview skills. 8/10

-merry, surprisingly well thought out. aesthetically pleasing and practical. a bit of a trust fund kid but wants to work hard. great interviewer. 7/10

-sam, great worth ethic, a little all over the place. has a very short resume but fantastic references. will not lie on resume at all. 7/10

-frodo, eh. not the worst but doesn’t stand out. uses bad fonts. bilbo helped to write most of it, stretched the truth a lil. 6/10

aragorn: pretty awful. passable, not good. spacing is weird and printer was running out of ink. miraculously, gets the job. 4/10

legolas: nepo baby. his dad always brings him the job applications. does not apply. bad at communication and almost always ghosts the interviewers. 1/10.

galdalf: has always worked here. no one remembers him applying or when he started. for a while people thought he retired. he didn’t, just stopped coming to work. started again 3 months later, without saying a word to anyone. came back in all white with a bad sunburn. probably went to miami. 10/10

#gandalf #legolas #greenleaf #gimli son of gloin #gimli #boromir #aragorn #frodo #frodo baggies #samwise gamgee #merry and pippin #peregrin took #pippin #frodo baggins #meridoc

[dragonjadearts]

time for my annual obsession over lord of the rings

#last year i didn’t draw anything cause i was terrified of being bad #this year i simply don’t give a shit i love them #true blorbos #gimli son of gloin #legolas #aragorn #samwise gamgee #frodo baggies #meriadoc brandybuck #peregrine took #lotr boromir #lord of the rings #boromir #lotr #lotr fanart #digital art #art #my art #fanart

[ohgodwhatwasthat]

So um. idk if this has been done yet, but i did the meme. Bagginshield enjoyers come get your food

#bilbo’s probably giggling hysterically as this happens #frodo baggins #thorin oakenshield #baggi​nshield #uncle thorin #my art

[thewitchkingiscool-ace]

I finally made the fellowship some modern au picrew characters! Behold:

Freddo the Frog (Frodo)

-mullet boi

-“please will you take this frog i have too many”

-Lives in baggy hoodies

-been through too much

-exists off of panic attacks and harmonicas

-loves frogs

Samantha (Sam)

-bee boy

-just wants to eat potatoes fr

-excellent cook

-cottagecore

-too pure for this world

-freddo frog’s husband

-the mum friend

Theres more ⬇️

Merry Poppins

-“bruh”

-is constantly in hospital from doing something stupid

-has never felt romantic attraction in his life and doesn’t want to

-tweedledumb

-idiot number 1

-soulmates with pipe’n

-high out of his mind

Pipe’n (pippin)

-tweedledumber

-also too pure for this world

-chaotic good

-doesn’t know why he’s there but is thrilled anyway

-is very pretty but nobody realises :(

-demiromantic

-is also in hospital with merry poppins and probably aided in putting him in hospital

-idiot number 2

-also high out of his mind

-absolute menace when drunk

-arguably the best of the hobbits in the fellowship

Aragay (aragorn)

-bisexual disaster

-constantly sleep deprived

-chronically outside

-has fabulous hair idc what you say

-broromir’s husband

-probably on meth tbh

-drinks 12 espressos a day

-shares his jumper (sweater for Americans) with broromir

-very swag

-the second best hobbit father

-what every man should be

Broromir

-the bisexual disaster’s bisexual disaster

-aragay’s husband

-jock

-also has fabulous hair

-father is a crackhead

-the first best hobbit father

-people should love him more

-wears aragay’s “sweater” religiously

-dog whisperer

-looks like he could kill you but is really a cinnamon roll

-did not deserve to die

-never skips leg day

Gimlegend

-short king

-natural sprinter

-nobody tosses a dwarf

-super underrated

-married to legman

-would give superb hugs

-an actual legend

-drinks iron brew

-not so good with leg day

Legman (legolas)

-owns a collection of my little pony magazines

-sassy asshole

-doesn’t even need leg day (he is the legman himself)

-fabulous hair guy number three

-takes 45 minutes to shower

-takes “which disney princess are you” quizzes on buzfeed

-married to gimlegend

-secretly besties with his father

-aragay’s wingman

-the third bisexual disaster but not as disastrous

-has started at least three house fires

-20/20 vision

-they’re taking the hobbits to isengard

#frodo #samwise gamgee #merry brandybuck #pippin #aragorn #boromir #gimli #legolas #lotr #picrew #lotr memes #gigolas #samfro #borogorn

[scoopssquad1440]

It’s Not Easy E.M.

Eddie comforts reader who struggles with anxiety and an eating disorder (symptoms align with anorexia/bulimia), body dysmorphia

Warnings: Eating disorder discussion, body dysmorphia, self-deprecating reader, self-harming, discussions of body and appearance, reader is written female, recreational drug use, ED recovery

Authors note: This suggestion was given to me from a friend, and it really hits home. We turn to the characters we love for comfort; but in addition, this is a serious and real issue that extends past fictional characters and universes, so please if you need someone to talk to, reach out. Call 988 or chat online here: http://988lifeline.org/. If you are in need specifically for LGBTQIA help, https://www.thetrevorproject.org/ go here to chat or call (Trevor project does offer quick website escape options should you be in an unsupportive environment). My inbox is also always open.

Things had never felt easy to you. Ever. Anxiety gripped you from the time you stepped into the world, and you’ve lived with that ball and chain around your ankles your entire life. It was heavy and a hard burden to carry. You never stepped on the cracks on the sidewalk, what if something happened to your mom? You hardly rode a bike, thinking of the horrors of an accident. You never played outside, worrying about what diseases lay in the grass or if a bug would crawl into your ear. While other kids were learning their letters in the bright and colorful kindergarten classroom, you were paralyzed on the carpet, wondering if your mom would remember to pick you up after school or if the other kids would let you play legos with them, what if you built something wrong? So instead of singing along with the days of the week and months of the year, you gripped your tiny fists in your jeans and tears ran down your face. Rather than playing on the playground like other kids, you sat against the brick wall, rubbing your face against the fleece of your jacket to comfort yourself as anxiety swirled in your stomach. The teachers would look at you, try once to get you to engage in a game of tag, but quickly stopped trying when you would begin to cry at the idea of someone chasing you.

This anxiety followed you all throughout your life and school, to the point where you became the “sensitive” person that no one wanted to encounter for fear you might cry. In middle school, you changed gym clothes in the shower stall after the first session where other girls strutted around the locker room with no shame. Watching them with their girlish hipbones and chests starting to develop created a deep insecurity in yourself. You gripped the soft pudge of your sides, wishing that you could just pinch it off and throw it in the stupid grey trashcan in the corner. You only wished for the confidence to roll the waistband of shorts like they did. But, that would mean showing off your stomach and that would mean everyone looking at your body and that sent you into a spiral. While the other girls changed into their shorts and tied their t shirts up, you stared in the mirror at the baggy sweatpants and hoodie you adorned, the tears burning behind your eyes and panic in your chest. Why did you not look like them? Why were you so different? Why did they have flat stomachs but yours was not? Why were you not…thin? This was the first time you separated yourself from the slim people and found yourself looking for the other kids in classes that looked like you. The first time you had to run the mile, you hid in the equipment closet with your book, escaping into the world of Frodo and The Shire until the coast was clear. You started to skip lunch in favor of this spot, giving yourself the excuse that the school lunch was toxic and likely radioactive anyway.

High school was somehow even worse. This isn’t to say that you didn’t try! You would try to curl and tease your hair like the other girls, just to fit in a little. Sometimes, you would even brush some light blue eyeshadow onto your lids and pink lipstick on your lips. But when you looked in the mirror, dark disgust would bubble up in your throat, leading you to harshly rub the makeup off with a cold rag and pull your hair under a scarf. How could you be so foolish? You would never look like those beautiful girls with perfect fluffy hair, lovely shimmer on their eyes, perfectly manicured hands clasped with their sweetheart’s as he carried her books. You would never be able to wear the skirts they did, not without showing off your thighs. Your chunky, jiggly, thick thighs. You could never wear the sweaters they did without feeling like you were being restrained. You tried once, your mother knocking concerned on the other side of the fitting room door, as you sobbed, looking at where the turtleneck clung to you in all the wrong places. She dared to ask if you needed another size up, fury and embarrassment flooding into you as you said this was the largest that they had.

Something had to be done. You were tired of being tired when you looked at yourself. So, you did what a significant number of teenage girls would do. You started to avoid eating. And when you did eat? It would find its way back up. On occasion, when there was no time for purging, you would spend several minutes berating and crying to yourself. Your body was wrong. Your existence was wrong.

You dreaded family dinners, holidays, birthdays. Anytime someone was in the room to watch you eat, you felt that familiar panic bubble into you, clutching at the thighs of your pants as you always have and rubbing your face with your sleeve or jacket. You were never hungry or rather that’s what you told everyone. But you were, the burn of hunger in your stomach was almost satisfying, a reminder of your goals to look like other girls, to have the body you see in every magazine you pick up.

What did come easy, however, was your friendship with Eddie Munson. You had not expected for the door to the supply closet to swing open, ripping you from The Return of the King and the great battle of Black Gate that you have read a dozen and one times. Your heart thudded as a skinny, buzzed head kid pushed himself into the small space and slammed the door back. He rested his head against the wood, panting softly and mumbling under his breath that he was okay. You were stunned into silence and when he turned to look at you, you both let out screams at the same time. You clutched your book to your chest, “What are you doing here??” He stared down at you with brown eyes. His teeth were slightly crooked, and his shirt was far too big, nearly falling off on shoulder and his gym shorts were worn, a band aid covering one knee. His face was a little dirty, or perhaps it was a bruise, but his cheeks still shone pink. “I- I was running and- Is that Return of the King?” he asked, suddenly intrigued by the book in your hands. “This is my closet; you need to find another one to hide in.” You said stubbornly, feeling the discomfort rising in your chest. Loud slaps of shoes belonging to someone running outside the closet distracted you from the current situation. The boy quickly sat across from you, staring warily at the door as the steps quieted. “That was close. I almost got caught that time. But I never get caught.” He smiled cheekily, he stuck out his hand, “I’m Eddie.” You stared at his outstretched hand, still confused as to why he was here and how he did not understand you were not welcoming him into your space. “Not a hand-shaker. That’s okay.” He shrugged and leaned back against the basket holding basketballs. You sat your book down, shoving the bookmark in your place and pulling your knees up to your chest. “What were you running from?” you asked curiously, your hand coming up to rub your face with your sleeve instinctively. “Jason Carver. He was out for me because I made a DND enemy out of him.” Eddie laughed. “Was it a powerful one?” you questioned, the discontent for carver and his perfect cheerleader girlfriend coming to the front of your mind. You wanted to look like Chrissy, tall, perfect, thin. She had the best hair of most girls at Hawkins middle school. “I made a swarm of maggots and called it Jason. Somehow that got leaked from the club.” Eddie said sheepishly, playing with one of the braided bracelets on his wrist. You let out a giggle at that, imagining the look on his face being portrayed as something so disgusting. “I would have made him a Gibbering Mouther. He never shuts the fuck up.” You both let out a laugh at your sentiment. You didn’t ease, still swimming in anxiety, but you had seldom not been in that dark water throughout your life. “You play?” Eddie said, excitement in his voice. You shook your head, no one had wanted to play, and you were not comfortable joining in with strangers.  

“You should join my campaign!” he said, scooting closer and starting to babble on about hellfire. They had just started playing, though they were not a recognized club by the school, they stayed after school sometimes in the library. The anxiety started to rise more, the prospect of stepping out of your comfort zone. “Eddie, I-“ you thought quickly, “I can’t after school. I have to babysit.” That was not a total lie, you watched your neighbor’s dog after school sometimes, feeding it dinner when the neighbor was late getting home. His shoulders drooped a little, “That’s okay. But we can still be friends.” He said as a matter of fact.

Friend. That was a weird word. You haven’t really had many of those. Could you count the kids of the book club friends your mom had? There was Vanessa, but really you just sat next to each other in math class.

“Okay.” You agreed, still a little unsure. His face lit up, and he launched into discussion about The Return of the King, talking about his favorite battles and how he wished he had a Samwise Gamgee in his life. His impression of Gollum made you erupt into a fit of laughter as he used props from the closet. An old jersey was wrapped around his waist in a makeshift loin cloth as he crawled around the room speaking in riddles. You almost felt your guard slip, laughter falling from your lips without thinking about it.

This was the beginning of a strong friendship. You were by his side as he grew from an awkward skinny kid to a man, thick curls cascading down his back as he refused to cut it. His jaw sharpened; he passed you quickly in height. But the friendship remained the same. You relaxed around him, still not completely relaxing your guard, but not exactly completely shutting yourself out.

He was still outspoken, charming only you with the silly ramblings he would go on. When he started spoking pot, you didn’t mind. When he started selling it, you didn’t mind. When he would get on tables and launch into monologues, you didn’t mind, in fact you cheered and laughed along with the other hellfire kids. He had a habit of doing that, making you not mind things as much. You still didn’t join hellfire, but you would sit in on sessions sometimes, sitting in the corner, sewing patches on Eddie’s vest and chuckling at his characters and feeling your heartstrings pull when something emotional happened. He would walk you to class, your books in his hands, causing new feelings to blossom as soon as you realized what that looked like. You never dared to say a damn word.

You felt like you could tell Eddie most things. You would show up on his porch sometimes, tears streaking down your face. He would pull you in, turning off whatever loud record was spinning in his room and help ground you. He would walk you through breathing, touching, smelling. When you were calm enough, he would hug you closely and you would tell him about the fight with your parents or how the ending of your book was terrible, or how you failed a test. It truly was an occasion when they put a new lock on the gym closet, one that you couldn’t shake the handle just right to open and escape into your little world. Most of the other closets around the school had been occupied or claimed by couples or smokers. You had heaved sobs as your normal was disrupted and he comforted you, giving you the option of the hidden closet in the auditorium where he held hellfire. “No one uses it. It’s been empty the entire time I’ve been here. And that’s six years!” he laughed, trying to lighten your mood. It wasn’t the gym closet, it was dusty and smelled like theatre kid sweat, but it was an oasis.

Once you graduated (and dragged Eddie across the stage to graduate with great effort), you weren’t quite sure where you wanted to go. People around you began having conversations about what colleges they were going to attend, what jobs they were going to have, who they were planning on marrying. This set an entirely familiar, yet new, anxiety in you. Was this what you were supposed to be doing? Going to college? Starting a family? Anxiousness brewed into your empty stomach, starting a new anxiety symptom. You weren’t just throwing up to get skinny, but because you couldn’t help it.

One particular afternoon, you knocked on the door to Eddie’s trailer. Your foot tapped anxiously; arms wrapped around yourself. He answered the door, a tired look on his face and still in his pajamas. “Hey, what’s up?” He opened the door wider, letting you in. You toed off your shoes, dropping your bag haphazardly on the ground next to them. A choked sob fell from your lips as you turned to him. His face softened, waking up a little more, “Did you have the college argument again?” he asked knowingly. You nodded and the tears began. You and your parents had been arguing about college. You didn’t want to go, the thought of it crippling you with anxiety and making you lay in bed for the rest of the day frozen. They were adamant, piling applications and brochures on your desk to colleges all across the country, even ones that you could never even dream of attending with your track record.

“I just don’t want to go.” You sobbed, hands coming up to tug on your hair as you paced the small living room of their trailer. “I’ll be alone, I’m not smart enough, I-“another powerful sob racked through your frame. Eddie watched you with great concern. Gently, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you to sit on the floor with him. “Breath with me, sweetheart.” He commanded softly, starting to slowly breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. You followed shakily; eyes wide as the panic began to ebb slowly. “What are three things you can touch right now?” he whispered, not letting go of your hands. You tried to think, your breathing less erratic than before. “I can feel your hands.” You muttered, subconsciously rubbing one of your fingers over the silver ring on his middle finger. “I can feel the carpet on my feet.” You closed your eyes, feeling the slightly scratchy cheap carpet under your legs. “I can feel my hair on my neck.” You let out another shaky breath. “Very good,” he praised, giving your hands a soft squeeze, “Now what are two things you can smell?” you focused a little harder. “I can smell weed.” He let out a snort and soft apology, you shrugged it off, it didn’t bother you. “I can smell your cologne.” It had a sweet, musky smell. It was cheap, but you didn’t really care, that wasn’t the point. “You’re doing great. Now one thing you can taste.” This one was always the hardest. You focused on your mouth with your eyes still closed. What could you taste? “I-I can taste the peanut butter I ate earlier.” And regretted, but you didn’t say that part out loud. “Very good. Do you feel grounded?” his hands didn’t leave yours until you nodded, but you missed them immediately. He patted his pockets, looking for a lighter and the joint he had rolled before you arrived. He placed it between his lips, the flick of his lighter broke the silence and a puff of smoke rose in the air after he inhaled.

You felt a little spacey after the mild panic, watching his lips push the smoke away from you. You always appreciated that he tried not to let it hit your face. You contemplated deeply, then spoke, “Can I try?” His eyes widened and he coughed, caught off guard. “You want to try?” he reached out, holding the blunt to you. It was a little intimidating, but you brought it to your lips. “Don’t inhale too hard. And don’t hold it in too long.” He advised, watching intently as you breathed in deeply. The smoke did not taste good, and it made you cough. Your eyes burned as you choked, coughing hard, Eddie’s hand came down to beat on your back. You felt a little fuzzy as you handed it back to him, “I don’t like it.” You said simply. He let out a laugh and took another drag. “That’s okay. More for me.”

You finally felt relaxed, as relaxed as you could feel. You felt calm, collected, like you could relax and let him in. You took another deep breath at that realization, and you needed to tell him.

“Eddie,” you began, “I need to talk to you about something.” Your hands ran up and down your thighs, rubbing the material as your palms started to feel itchy. He looked at you with intrigue and concern, snuffing out the joint in the ashtray on the rickety coffee table. “I just…” tears started to form in your eyes, “I just want to say…fuck I don’t know what I want to say.” You took a shaky breath, and he reached a hand out to you. His eyes were encouraging, “Go on, sweetheart. I’m not going to judge you.” You offered a small and weak smile. “All my life, I feel like I’ve experienced things slightly to the left. Like the center is how normal people experience life and I’m somewhere over here fucking lost.” You drew a line with your finger in the carpet, pointing to the center and to the left. He watched curiously, nodding as you did your little visual. “I’ve never not been nervous. I’m pretty sure I was born scared of the bright lights and if my mom loved me or not,” you let out another shaky sigh, “and I know something is wrong with me. I can’t eat without hating myself and when I look in the mirror, there is this dread that settles right here.” You point to your stomach. “I met you in that closet because I was hiding from the other girls in my gym class who looked like Madonna and I didn’t eat lunch because, god, I wanted their figure.” Tears were now steadily falling down your face. You avoided looking at his reaction, but you could feel his hand stiffen in yours. “And when I met you, it felt like-like you plucked me from this weird life and put me back in the center. Things were easier. You make it easier.” You finally looked up at him; he had wet lashes and a small encouraging smile. “I know I can’t rely on you for my happiness all the time. It’s just not healthy. But I guess what I am trying to say is thank you.” You finished. A small sob shook off your lips and you used your free hand to wipe your cheeks. Eddie let out a shaky breath, “Can I please fucking hug you?” he whimpered. You nodded and immediately Eddie pulled you into his embrace. He was warm, smelled like weed and weirdly it was calming. “Thank you for sharing that with me.” He said into your hair. You made a hum, and he pulled you tight. “I do think you should talk to someone. Like…like a professional.” He said uneasily. “I know.” You croaked. “I will always be your person,” he pressed a kiss against your forehead, “You can always come to me. But I want you to talk to someone who can help you properly.”

Accepting that you needed help was something you had come to recognize a while back. When you were obsessing over how many calories you would consume by chewing a piece of gum and when you passed out in art class because you stood up too quickly. It was the support you lacked because you had not told anyone about your problem.

“I want to. I want to get better.” Eddie did not let go of you as you said this, keeping his arms tight around you and whispering affirmations in your ear. He told you how proud he was that you told him.

Throughout the entire recovery and struggle after, he called you beautiful and strong. Eddie helped you eat, comforting you during the hardest parts and praising you when you would finish your plate. He helped you learn to braid your hair and do things out of your comfort zone. He was there for your first DND campaign with the hellfire club. He showed you how to ride a bike for the first time and how to laugh when you fall, because that’s just what happens when you learn how to ride one.

Eddie was there for your first kiss. He was the one who pressed his lips to yours after all. He was there when you came home from good and bad therapy sessions, particularly the diagnosis session, crawling into your shared bed to hold you while you cried into his shoulder. He was there for the family counseling when you told your mom about the disorder. And there for the many tears you shed with her after.

Recovery is not easy. Nothing came easy for you after all, you experienced everything slightly to the left. But being with Eddie? Recovering with Eddie? That was easier. He brought you back to the center when you strayed.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson story #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #st #eddie x reader

[zalrb]

the summer i turned pretty 1x03 review -- "you mean conrad?"

Oh god, the infinity symbol. Why would you pour that on her pancakes tho. Why is that the moment for the Moment.

"Looking like a vision in floral." She looks NORMAL. You guys are making it seem like she's Arwen coming to Frodo in an ethereal light and bringing him back from the brink of death.

Why would you get your daughter a present because it includes your best friend's favourite poem? That doesn't make any sense. That should be a gift for Susannah. This isn't how you show how close all of you are.

"You excited to see Taylor?" How long has it been since you last saw her? Like a week?

"You're the main character, not Taylor." Is she though?

"I do not want to be cancelled by the sailing community" that's not what being cancelled IS.

stop. saying. extra.

"I just really want to look good next to you" you know, you wouldn't have to try this hard with Jere, Steven.

BOYFRIENDS.

Yeah, Steven, play with your boyfriend

I don't understand why this volleyball scene is so long.

"I know, I just ... care." Do you though?

So if Nicole is the girl this season then who the fuck is Aubrey?

Nicole, honey, you can do SO MUCH BETTER than Conrad.

"Suddenly you care about clothes, you have new friends, you have a boyfriend." OK a) they're making it seem like Belly was dressing as a slob and she her wearing a baggy shirt and shorts isn't the same vibe, it's like when Teen Wolf was trying to say that Kira looked so un-put-together and messy and my girl was looking like this

please be serious. 2. Nicole literally sat by the pool with Conrad and watched you and Belly play water volleyball together. It's not like you and Belly went to get a banana split and then Nicole dropped by and she was like I invited Nicole too, that's OK right? and then you watched as they had all these inside jokes and Belly's trying to include you. You are still very prominent Taylor. 3. Same thing. Jere picked you two up it's not like she came to pick you up from the bus station with Cam Cameron and you walk to the car and see them making out and you have to be like "erm erm". *cries in frustration* DETAILS. And if these things happen later, they shouldn't they should happen BEFORE this conversation.

Where are Steven and Jere they are my only source of marginal entertainment this season because of pure head canon.

"Just promise me one thing, we'll always be best friends?" She comes her for three months out of the entire year, Taylor.

Right, Aubrey was his girlfriend from before and Nicole is a new disposable chick.

"You think you could talk to him?" see, if they were as close as they were meant to be, Laurel wouldn't need direction to speak to Connor about opening up. She'd just do it.

Why would you have a Midsommar theme? White people realize it's a movie about white supremacy right?

See Jere's being an ass here with the whole her lips touch a dead animal's lips but calling him Cam Cameron is just a dumb way to be a dick.

And Cam showed you the fuck up with that quick peck, Jere, so shut up you child.

BOYFRIENDS

Taylor is a good friend though, I just find her supremely annoying but that's a best friend.

OK so if you're going to play Best Friend by Saweetie, this is not the scene you play it at

for thirty seconds until they walk into the party. Especially when you're rolling up looking like this

If anything, what should happen is Taylor should do her up, look proud at her work and when they roll up to the party, she's NOTICED by people and Taylor should look her proudly and the song should be playing. JUST GIVE ME A SHOW.

Oh Jere and a disposable Black guy to make out with.

What kind of likkle stiff kiss is this?

*staring at Conrad* for WHY. I love how we're three episodes deep and I have NO IDEA why she likes him.

Yeaaah Lola tries too hard to act like she's having a good time.

So does Jeremiah.

Hahah I like how they skipped over the super rape-y part of Summer Lovin'.

Yeah, see again, this makeout is very just staged. If it's a stupid, drunken mistake, it should be a little sloppier.

"Oh my God I am so sick of hearing about this fucking deb ball." Did Belly ever mention it?

It's literally been one day, Taylor. And aren't you supposed to know that Belly has her Cousins life anyway?

It has been. a day. And Belly has been acting EXACTLY the same. She just finally wears the clothes you want her to.

So, she is but she hasn't done anything to you, Taylor, for you to say that.

We literally never see this, though! She just looks at him from time to time in a way that's supposed to be wistful but she can't access the nuance for that.

I remember I was obsessed with this guy in high school and I took a picture of him and his friends when we all went on a class trip to the States, I really just wanted a picture of him but I wasn't going to ask him to JUST take a picture alone so I took the picture and then I was looking at the picture on the bus but like zooming in so I could only see him and my friend was like WHAT'RE YOU DOING? and looked over and saw what I was doing and then we both decided that she never saw that and THAT was super embarrassing. I should be seeing THAT type of "omg I feel like I'm in high school again" shit from Belly.

Give me a gen z version of this shit

"I can't deal with this right now. I gotta go." I mean why? What are you doing, Belly?

See I know the whole thing is Jeremiah is supposed to be friending Cam Cameron up to deflect but it's not giving him the layers they think it is.

And he's not good at playing drunk.

OH MY GOD, the way I BURST OUT LAUGHING AT THIS

she is TERRIBLE.

"Can I ask you something..." "Is that it?" "Yeah, that's it." Why are they acting like the moment to ask him has passed when he still has to drive her home?

Like is that car ride silent?

"They should be in his desk" where she will find the infinity necklace.

"He's been acting weird for months. Just forget him." Lol, do you two like each other?

"And today you can't stop obsessing over Conrad" and like I know that we use that word liberally and this is partly because the acting is terrible but the scene needs more room to breathe. Like I feel like what should happen is she sees the bracelet and she mulls about it quietly and Jeremiah keeps asking her about Cam Cameron and she gives monosyllabic responses and then he's like Bells, where are you? Like you're barely speaking and then she should talk about Conrad in a rush where she just can't stop talking and it's like verbal diarrhea and then she takes a deep breath and Jere's just like wowwwwwwww

Honestly, Belly.

Brat.

Oh my god Belly, you should be yelling at him for making out with Taylor when he's dating someone else.

For your best friend dying, this is a very cold conversation. Like they're trying to be Beaches but they're not being Beaches.

My mom was OBSESSED with that movie omg.

#Youtube

[distinguisheddwarffriend]

Schau dir das mal an

[elenafitz]

full name: elena marjorie “fitz” fitzgerald gender & pronouns: genderqueer, she/they age & date of birth: twenty eight, 09/29/1994 where do they live: rural time living in bradford springs: three months occupation: bartender at valentine’s, novelist positive traits: clever, levelheaded, book-smart, logical, courageous, dedicated, reasonable. negative traits: blunt, opinionated, impatient, abrasive, bossy, argumentative. face claim: olivia cooke

full biography on this page. biography tl;dr below, TW: physical injury, death

born and raised in seattle, grew up insanely close with her brother who was only two years older than her because they were both heavily into soccer and their parents were super supportive and loving and worked a lot to sustain their kids passions. their dad was hard on them, moreso her brother than herself, and fitz always found herself striving for her father's attention. in her junior year she suffered an acl injury when she was trying to look for her father in the crowd after he promised he would show up, and after two surgeries to fix her up, the doctors said that she would never be able to play the way she did before. it shattered her dreams and what she thought was her future, a career as a soccer player, and so she isolated from her family and friends because she didn't know how to be her old self around them again.

her senior year english teacher took her under her wing and essentially saved her life by bonding with her and encouraging her to pick up reading as a hobby, and she found a reason to keep going by escaping into story after story. the wedge between herself and her family grew, and she came to see her mentor as more of a mother figure in her life, especially after graduating and continuing spending time with the woman.

she encouraged fitz to start writing, and so began her novelist career under the moniker 'margie fitz'. after her first two books, the third she came out with became quite popular and the sequel to that blew up on the internet. between writing her trilogy in the series, and fifth book overall, the mother figure in her life passed and left everything in her name.. including a house in bradford springs. she moved out to feel closer to the woman she considered her only family, and has been settling in town as a bartender at valentine's as she cleans up the house left in her name.

fun facts!

pinterest here ♡ 

she’s become somewhat of an impulsive liar over the years to cover her true occupation

she’s quite competitive and will often make the same drink as one of her coworkers and tell their customer to try hers instead because it’s better, but she pays for the second drink so it technically doesn’t count as lost inventory LMAO

found family is a very important concept to her, and she’s really hoping to find some friends in town because she moved all by herself and has very strained relationships with her parents/brother so she’ll take what she can get tbh

she smells like patchouli and coffee, except for when she reeks of alcohol after her bartending shifts

a few years ago she adopted a sweet tri-color border collie and named him 'froyo’. affectionately nicknamed him frodo, baggins, baggy, yoyo.. and of course, in times of distress, will call him by his full name- frozen yogurt fitzgerald of the nine fingers.

#bsco.intro

[iilelio]

trying to look something up and my phone keeps auto correcting Frodo Baggins to Frito Baggies im wheezing

#ruespeak #frito baggies is what im calling him in my head now

[lord-westley]

The Fellowship as Things my Family Does

Warnings: none? Lemme know if there are any

A/N: uh yeah... 😂

Aragorn

Gets called ‘Mom’ when real mom isn’t home. So exasperated that he starts threatening to sell them back to the black market

Boromir

Drives the riding lawnmower while drinking a beer and head banging to music

Legolas

Screams as he aggressively cleans the toilet before using it- once ran out of baby wipes so used Lysol Wipes on his ass

Gimli

(Walking around the house) “Guys don’t look at me, I’m naked- I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK”

Frodo

Takes a shot of blackberry brandy to get rid of the nasty, sick taste in his mouth, forgets he took cold/flu medicine 30 minutes prior and gets drunk

Sam (real mom)

Stares into space contemplating his life existence as every one argues around him

Merry

Sends photos of ugly creatures with the caption “this is you”

Pippin

Refuses to do any favors for the others unless they give payment (payment is fist bumps)

Gandalf

“Please- please stop making me cookies. My bathroom cannot handle the consequences no more”

#the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #the fellowship #Aragorn #boromir #Legolas #Legolas greenleaf #gimli #gimli son of gloin #Frodo #Frodo baggies #Sam #Samwise gamgee #merry #merry brandybuck #pippin #pippin took #gandalf #gandalf the white #gandalf the grey #lotr #lotr imagine #lattes writing

[erotetica]

GINFER BEER!!!! GINGER BEER ALL THIS TIME IT WAS!!! G I N G E R B E E R!!

A YEAR AND A HALF FUCKIGN GINGER TEA GINGER ALE, FANCIER GINGER ALE, AND JU TELLIN ME I JUST HAD TO GO TO THE PUBLIX IN THE ADJACENT NICER CITY?? ALL THIS TIME!

#it’s suburbia ITS SUBURBIA OH MY GOD #CONYO MIERDA #*frodo baggies voice* it’s over. it’s done. #it’s so fuckin spicy guys you guys. #It tastes like sucking on fucking root #i put lime in it :) :) #op #I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID WE ARE A LITTLE LESS SAD #‘what did it cost grapedaddy’ dollar fifty #Dios me bendiga;;;

[luxurybag520]

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#lvshoes #lv #lv1 #lvaddicts #lvmonogram #lvbagsforsale #lviv #lvciddreamt #bag #baggy overalls #baggy #cute babes #frodo baggins #bhupesh baghel #bbag

[accessant]

#tolkien #drawing #sketch #the Nazgul #sauron #hobbit #Frodo #baggies #theshire #fellowshipofthering #Ringwraith #digital painting #brushes #dailyart #dailydrawing #dailysketch #fan art

[moonrainbowfish]

Hello friend !!!! I'm here for the Appearance matchup !!!! Wow this is really so innovative

So , here's my description !

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Hair colour : Black , slick black .

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Eye colour : drak brown (almost black) so I usually call them black . My eyes stand out the most in my appearance there's just something different about them lol.

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I have a simple common ear piercing !

I am somewhere between slim and curvy . I have a cute face 😶 innocent tooo .

I usually prefer to wear baggy t-shirt and jeans .. ya know the t-shirt should be comfy but the pants should show that I'm actually Somewhat thin lol .

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I actually have thin thighs . I have a little button nose lol and two moles beneath my right eye (not exactly beneath , but at a close distance lol) .

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I wear glasses (rectangular, half metal , red colour)

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I love the goth style clothes which give a Mysterious appearance ya know , only these types though -

I don't like/wear make-up !

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My height would be 5'3-5'4 lol I'm short but I'm growing 😶

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That's all I have ✌️😂

Thank you 💕☺️

You didn't specify the fandoms, so I chose 3 for you!❤

For Lotr I think you'll look good with:

Frodo Baggins!

For the Hobbit I think you'll look good with:

Thranduil!

For Harry Potter I think you'll look good with:

Oliver Wood!

#appearance matchup #lord of the rings matchup #the hobbit matchup #harry potter matchup #matchup #ships #shipping #oliver wood #frodo baggins #thranduil

[gezora]

the endgoal for this life of mine is to die at 111 years old because it's a nice funny number, it's how old bilbo baggies was when he irreparably fucked up frodo's life, AND i'll have been alive for long enough to become nothing but an inconvenience for the people in my life so they'll be relieved when i kick the bucket

[hetaczechia]

Frodo Bag: I'll take him. I'll take him! I will take the Ring to Mordor. Although ... I don't know the way.

Gandalf the Gray: I will help you carry the burden, Frodo Baggy, as long as it lies on you.

Aragorn: I will protect you with life and death, so I swear. I will be your sword.

Legolas: And I will be your bow.

Gimli: And I'm your ax.

Boromir: You will bear the judgment of all. If it's the will of the council, Gondor is with you.

(Sam runs into the meeting.)

Sam Quail: Mr. Frodo is not going anywhere without me.

Elrond: You can't be separated from him, even if we invite him to our secret meeting and you can't.

Laughing Brandorád: Wait! We're going too! Tie us to the goat, we'll go anyway.

Pipin Bral: Exactly! You need intelligent people for such an expedition. Pilgrimage. Task. Thing.

Smíšek Brandorád: But what are you going to do there, Pipe?

Elrond: Nine companions. Be it. You are the Fellowship of the Ring.

Pipin Bral: Great. And where is it going?

#lord of the rings #pán prstenů #bad translation