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thatqueerfangirl02 · 5 months
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So I just rewatched Beauty and the Beast (2017)
and I picked up a few things that I hadn't noticed previous times.
This one might be obvious, Cogsworth and Gaston:
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Here we have Lumiere and Mrs. Potts:
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And of course, we all knew about Mrs. Potts and Belle:
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Also, the Beast is reading the story of Camelot at one point.
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There's probably more but these are just the ones that I recognized.
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gnomescarfcomics · 2 years
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Middle-earth shots of the week
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elvenhymntoelbereth · 2 months
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if you ever feel stupid just know that i was yesterday years old when i realised that luke evans was also playing girion in the flashback, and the big dumbass that i obviously am thought that casting directors simply did a great jobs casting two actors who looked alike i-
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hjbirthdaywishes · 1 year
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April 15, 2023
Happy 44 Birthday to Luke Evans. 
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stetheh · 1 year
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Awesome to meet the talented @thereallukeevans in Liverpool today. Both My Brother and I are huge fans. #lukeevans #draculauntold #gaston #beautyandthebeast #pinnochio #disney #echo3 #zeus #apollo #immortals #clashofthetitans #girion #bard #thehobbit #thehobbitmovie #thehobbitthebattleofthefivearmies #thehobbitthedesolationofsmaug #dracula #actor #movies #stetheh #family #photooftheday #photoop #liverpoolcomiccon #2022 #instagood (at Liverpool) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClMXj_JMzax/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Girion, Lord of Dale and ancestor of Bard the Bowman. Mr. Luke Evans got to play his own great-great-grandpa lol!
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kai3057 · 2 years
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god i love siege weaponry. god, dude… I’m rewatching the hobbit botfa and those dale fight scenes are so… eeaufhsfghmph. I wanna eat,,, mounted crossbows. trebuchets… ough. best fucjing shit, i stg. same with pelennor fields and the defence weaponry in minas tirith. Like????? I Want That. im chewing on barred doors and fortified gates. i am normal about this, im so normal i promise-
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chrisnaustin · 1 year
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If only I were she!
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lucyfloyenworkshop · 4 months
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Smaug the Golden
"The King under the Mountains is dead and where are his kin that dare seek revenge? Girion Lord of Dale is dead, and I have eaten his people like a wolf among sheep, and where are his sons's sons that dare approach me? [...] My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death! "
The Hobbit, chapter 12 : Inside Informations, J.R.R. Tolkien
I can't just beliveed that it's being more than ten years since the releasing of The Hobbit the Desolation of Smaug...
That dragon in both the novel and the movie had a such presence, personality.
I have still a clear memory of when I first reading The Hobbit and after in the theater when Smaug finaly rise from the gold ocean. Until Bilbo enter in the Mountains, Smaug is just an invisible threat. We, as Bilbo, know that the confrontation with this character wouldn't be without any risks. A mortal danger ahead . And yet, some times, we forget the dragon... until he woke up. Smaug the dragon of tales and songs became real.
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dogblessyoutascha · 1 year
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@bi-widower-dads
For Barduil Month Day 29 - Marriage! (It’s a continuation of this post.)
When Thranduil’s favorite patient finally outgrew her illness, he thought for sure his new family would outgrow him. Any day, Sigrid or Bain would pipe up that they never actually liked him and were just nice because Thranduil was helping Tilda. Any day, Bard would hear those words and Bard, like any good father should, would choose his children over his boyfriend. Girion would show up the next day to help the family disappear from Thranduil’s life completely.
Realistically, this made no sense. Thranduil had Girion’s approval to the point that Sigrid and Bain’s grandfather agreed with Bard about putting Thranduil on the emergency contact and pick-up list for the kids’ school. Thranduil had Sigrid’s approval to the point where she actively volunteered him for family activities he had previously not been a part of. Bain never complained, either.
And Bard-
Bard Bowman loved Thranduil enough to expend excess gas just to drive to the hospital to give Thranduil a kiss if one was forgotten in the early morning mayhem of getting their family presentable and out of the door on time.
Their family. Those words never ceased to fill Thranduil’s heart with joy, but they overwhelmed him the day all of his fears were put to rest. The day Bard Bowman asked Thranduil Oropherion to marry him.
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ritartist42 · 1 year
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Ok, so I don't really have that much time, but I want to participate~
The drawings won't be that polished, but hey that's that I guess lol
So again late entry: Day 3 Emeralds of Girion
Thank you so much for the event~ @bi-widower-dads
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piyo13sdoodles · 1 year
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day 3 of @bi-widower-dads‘s barduil month! today’s prompt was “the emeralds of girion”. my phone did better with this than my scanner, but it still couldn't quite capture the impact of the silver and emerald on ink that was the rest of it :') anyway i think gifted gemstones can be gay if you’re not a coward about it
other barduil month pieces: [1] [2] - [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23]
[image id: bard putting a necklace of emeralds and silver around thranduil’s neck. the frame is cropped so that only bard’s hands and thranduil’s nose and mouth and neck are visible]
further "shiny" view under the cut!
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bi-widower-dads · 1 year
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Here are the 30 suggested prompts for Barduil month, arranged by date, as well as five ‘alternate’ prompts. However, don’t feel constrained by these prompts--they are just here to provide inspiration! Any and all Barduil content is welcome.
April 1 - First meetings April 2 - Fairytale AU April 3 - Emeralds of Girion April 4 - White Gems of Lasgalen April 5 - Family April 6 - "Where is he?" April 7 - Summer April 8 - Kings April 9 - Cultural differences/similarities April 10 - Only one bed April 11 - Modern AU April 12 - Autumn April 13 - Scars April 14 - Fake dating AU April 15 - Mortality April 16 - Ghosts April 17 - Winter April 18 - Myths April 19 - Actor AU April 20 - Rebuilding April 21 - Spring April 22 - Heavy Metal AU April 23 - Love letters April 24 - Death April 25 - Coffee shop AU April 26 - Parenting April 27 - First kiss April 28 - Childhood friends April 29 - Marriage April 30 - Reincarnation AU Alternate 1 - Gothic horror AU Alternate 2 - One of them gets the Ring Alternate 3 - Amnesia Alternate 4 - Road trip AU Alternate 5 - Moon/Sun/Stars
Happy creating!!
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ridiculoussquid · 4 months
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A King is a King
A White Calf gift for @babe-bombadil for the @whiteoliphaunt Exchange 2023! Happy New Year!
Rating: G
Characters: Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Dís
Length: 1279
Warnings: None
Summary: Thorin tells his nephews a bedtime story about the Elvenking despite Dís advising him not to. He is less than thrilled with the consequences…
This is also on AO3, in case you prefer to read it there:
“Are you sure they are old enough for this kind of story?” Dís asked quietly. “I don’t want the boys to get nightmares.”
“I’m no longer a baby!” Fíli protested. “Of course I’m old enough to hear it!”
“So am I!” Kíli exclaimed, scared to be left out. “I can even tie my own boot laces!”
Dís raised an eyebrow, remembering how she had needed nearly half an hour today to get him out of his boots due to his completely knotted and tangled shoelaces.
“I’m sure they’re old enough for this story,” Thorin said. “And they do need to hear about certain things sooner or later.”
“Fine, if you are sure. But you will be the one to make them hot milk and sit with them if they do get nightmares. And from now on, you will be in charge of assisting Kíli with his boots if he needs help.”
“I won’t need help!” Kíli insisted.
“Alright, it’s a deal,” Thorin said solemnly, extending his hand pompously.
Dís rolled her eyes but shook it.
“Can we hear the story now?” Fíli asked, bouncing his leg and braiding the edge of his blanket.
“Of course,” Thorin said, settling down on a chair between the beds of his nephews.
“A long, long time ago, when the mountains were younger, the moon was brighter and the kingdom of the Lonely Mountain thrived, there lived an evil Elvenking in a dark forest. He was ancient, and he thought himself wise and just, but the truth was that he was cruel and thought only of his own advantage.”
The candle flickered, bathing the room in warm light. Thorin enjoyed watching the emotions flicker across his nephews’ enraptured faces as he told the story.
A few days later, Thorin returned from the forge, his feet crunching as he walked through the thick snow that was still falling. As he approached their dwelling, he heard the sound of his nephews discussing something in terse murmurs, a sure sign that they were about to start arguing.
“I’m older, I get to decide!” Fíli was saying.
“Get to decide what?” Thorin asked, stepping through the gate.
“Uncle Thorin!” Kíli came running and threw his arms around Thorin.
“You’re back!” Fíli said, hopping down from a boulder that lay close to the entrance to their dwelling.
“I am indeed. And maybe I can help you settle whatever you were discussing.”
Fíli looked sceptical before his face lit up. “You can play him! You’re the tallest person in the settlement!”
Kíli nodded. “Yes! The tallest person in the entire Blue Mountains! And then I won’t have to play him.”
“Who do I have to play?” Thorin asked, rather amused at being able to solve the whole affair so easily.
“The evil Elvenking!” Kíli crowed. “We’re going to play the story you told us!”
Thorin choked on his own spit. “Or I could play… I don’t know… King Thrór? Or perhaps a dwarven warrior… or a man from Dale.”
“No, I’m going to play King Thrór. We need someone to play the Elvenking,” Fíli said.
“And I’m King Girion!”
“We could play something different,” Thorin tried to suggest. “Perhaps how Durin led the first dwarves into battle?”
The dwarflings both groaned.
“We play that all the time!” Kíli protested.
“We want to play the new story!” Fíli said.
Thorin looked longingly at the door to the dwelling and was surprised to see Dís standing there.
“Look, there’s your Amad! We should probably help her get dinner ready.”
Dís shook her head. “Don’t worry about that, the stew just has to simmer a while longer. You go ahead and play.”
“But perhaps I could watch the stew, and you join your sons,” Thorin attempted desperately.
Kíli looked his mother up and down sceptically. “No. She doesn’t fit.”
Fíli nodded. “Amad isn’t elf-like enough.”
“But I am?!”
Fíli nodded earnestly. “You’re tall. And fairly skinny, for a grown-up. You have less beard than Amad too. You’ll make a great Elvenking!”
Thorin spluttered.
“I told you not to tell them that story. Now you get to deal with the consequences,” Dís said in a far sweeter tone than the words merited. “Have fun!”
Thorin sighed, accepting his fate. “So, what do I have to do?”
 “You need a crown!” Fíli decided.
“Yes! The leaf crown!” Kíli agreed.
They hurried to gather some oak twigs that still had the brown autumn leaves attached, and Thorin showed them how to braid them into a crown. Soon, Thorin had two leaf crowns sitting upon his head, adorned with additional leaves stuck in where the twigs were too sparse where leaves had fallen off while being braided.
“Now you’re a very pretty Elvenking!” Kíli proclaimed. “And you can fight us.”
“He needs something to ride on first,” Fíli realized.
“We could get one of the goats from the stable,” Kíli pondered.
“I doubt they would enjoy that,” Thorin interjected. “They aren’t battle goats, they’re milk goats.”
“We could build a snow oliphaunt for you.”
“The Elvenking rides an elk, not an oliphaunt,” Fíli said.
“It was an elk,” Thorin agreed. “But building it out of snow is a great idea, Kili. We could use this boulder as the body, then we don’t have to build as much and I can sit on it.”
Thorin showed them how to roll the snow into balls and helped them push them towards the boulder. He kept having to set his crowns back onto his head since they had a tendency of slipping down. Together, they shaped the head and an awkward approximation of the legs. And if the elk was indistinguishable from an oliphaunt in the end, well, it was the process that counted.
Fíli found Thorin a long stick that doubled as both sceptre and sword. Then, Thorin had to mount his white oliphaunt-elk and declare war on all dwarves that had ever lived.
The improvised sword-fighting that followed soon turned into a full-blown snowball fight, which in turn developed into wrestling in the snow. Alliances were forgotten, leaf crowns fell off, braids unravelled and dwarflings giggled.
Thorin suspected that Dís had already been watching them for a long time before she called them in for dinner with a grin on her face.
It took Thorin quite a while to undo Kíli’s snow-caked shoelaces and wrestle off his boots, but even that only dampened the floor and not their moods.
Thorin woke up with a start. He was drenched with sweat, and he could still smell the flames and see the Elvenking’s sneering face in front of his eyes.
He took a deep breath, sat up and lit a candle. Dís was right. He really shouldn’t have told his nephews that story.
Tiptoeing as quietly as possible, Thorin made his way to the door to his nephews’ room. Fíli was sleeping deep and peacefully. Kíli on the other hand was twitching in his sleep. Thorin was worried for a moment.
“Got you,” Kíli mumbled in his sleep and giggled.
Thorin smiled. It seemed his nephews were made of harder stuff than he was.
“Is everything alright?” Dís asked quietly behind him.
“I had a nightmare, that’s all. Everything is fine with the boys.”
“I told you not to tell that story,” Dís said with a wry grin. “I said I wouldn’t be heating up any milk, but I’ll keep you company while you do so yourself.”
Thorin grinned. “My sister is always a woman of principles, isn’t she?”
Dís gave his shoulder a light shove. “You’re lucky to have me.”
Thorin followed her into the kitchen and silently agreed. He really was lucky to have her and his nephews.
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hjbirthdaywishes · 11 days
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April 15, 2024
Happy 45 Birthday to Luke Evans.
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nelyoslegalteam · 6 months
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Trick or treat, tell me exactly how badly murdoc is gonna go off if something happens to ríros next game >:3
OOOOHHHHHBOY LISTEN. LISTEN. murdoc ALREADY wants so, so badly to kill girion and possibly also orlmond too. there really isn't anything stopping him exactly except for the current lack of opportunity and MAYBE because he doesn't actually want to cause a political nightmare for dale. not causing a political nightmare for dale is only a priority as far as the party is capable of getting both ríros AND bain out safely. if anything happens to either of them it's going to be a bloodbath but like. listen.
there is a Very Particular Way in which murdoc is protective of ríros. there's just such an element of ríros being vulnerable in ways that murdoc not only isn't, but can protect him about that just. isn't quite the case to the same degree, with anyone else in his life. ríros being in danger is pressing on a VERY specific and raw pressure point for murdoc, and he is GOING to snap. anyhow there's like a 50-50 chance this whole adventure ends with girion dead and that shoots up to coming down to opportunity and mechanics being in my favor Only the second ríros is genuinely harmed.
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