#frodo: hmm. no.

[buttered-milky]

Like i know. I know we speak of this a lot. So much in fact. But like Sam deathly afraid of water gamgee sailed west when he was fucking 96 to go see Frodo. SOULMATE BEHAVIOR

God they’re so fond of each other I’m gonna eat a rock

#i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again #idc if u think they’re dating they ARE soulmates #lotr #they’re peak not dating just soulmates #and they’re also peak soulmates romantically #my god #samfro #do I tag them individually hmm #I think yes #frodo baggins #sam gamgee

[frodo-with-glasses]

Sunset :)

You know, now that I think about it, I’m realizing that sunsets really aren’t mentioned very often in LotR. It’s a shame, because I love sunsets—the colors they can create are absolutely stunning—but Tolkien seems to like sunrises better. He does, however, throw me a bone for this one moment:

It was the sunset-hour, but the great pall had now stretched far into the West, and only as it sank at last into the Sea did the Sun escape to send out a brief farewell gleam before the night, even as Frodo saw it at the Cross-roads touching the head of the fallen king.

Which calls back to this moment, earlier in the book:

Suddenly, caught by the level beams, Frodo saw the old king’s head: it was lying rolled away by the roadside. ‘Look, Sam!’ he cried, startled into speech. ‘Look! The king has got a crown again!’

The eyes were hollow and the carven beard was broken, but about the high stern forehead there was a coronal of silver and gold. A trailing plant with flowers like small white stars had bound itself across the brows as if in reverence for the fallen king, and in the crevices of his stony hair yellow stonecrop gleamed.

‘They cannot conquer for ever!’ said Frodo.

And in a way, I think these moments are truly thematically appropriate for a sunset, because both of them come right before the deepest metaphorical dark. For Pippin, this last ray of light comes before the Siege of Minas Tirith; for Frodo, it comes before he steps foot into Mordor. These are sunsets both literally and in spirit; one last dying gleam of light, one last defiant hurrah, before it’s snuffed out by the darkness.

But not forever, the book whispers. Not forever. Sunsets are beautiful not only for how unique and ephemeral they are, but also for the promise that they carry: as surely as the sun sets tonight, it will rise again in the morning tomorrow. Light will live on. The darkness cannot last. They cannot conquer forever.

So have hope. Have hope even when there seems to be no reason for it. Have hope that one day you will have a reason to hope. Hang on, with white knuckles and chipped nails and bloody fingertips, because weeping may last for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

We will live to see another sunset. I am sure of it.

(That’s exactly the kind of emotion I tried to capture with these two drawings a long time ago.)

WORD ASK GAME!

#word ask game #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr meta #my writing #in which i get philosophical over an astronomical phenomenon #is there anything frodo-with-glasses CAN’T turn into a life lesson?? hmm #jury’s still out tbh

[noelle-a-bean]

the queer dilemma is being unable to decide between the Camilla hect or the Frodo baggins for my next chop …

#much to ponder #hmm #Camilla hect could grow INTO Frodo baggins #but I feel like the Frodo look is more markedly queer rn #life is so difficult #send in reinforcements #camilla hect #frodo baggins

[ragnarlothcat]

I try not to be a hater but I am definitely perplexed by the continued popularity of codyw*n (we do the star so it doesn't clog up their tag, right?) Not because it's gross or evil or anything but because literally how?

It's like I watched The Lord of the Rings (all eleventy billion hours of it) and came away loving Sam, as anyone rightfully would. All I want is to see him finally happy after all his struggles, reunited with his True Love. But who might that be?

Rosie, his canonical opposite sex romance? Frodo, his best friend/employer/whatever those guys have going on who Sam dedicates his life to, who gets corrupted by an evil force, only enduring because of Sam's love? Merry and Pippin, his childhood friends? Gollum (hmm, just gave myself nightmares), for that enemies-to-lovers vibe? No, Sam's best match is clearly Gimli. A guy he seems pretty ok with. They're both in the fellowship and it's going fine for them. A pair of nice, functional colleagues.

Which, hey, I've shipped people for less than that! But it really makes me think that some people have access to an even-more extended edition, you know?

#in this metaphor is gollum darth maul #maul does spend some time talking to himself in that trash hole #me being salty

[holylulusworld]

Favorite Spot

Summary: Let's go to your favorite spot.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Librarian!Reader

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, mentions of an accident (nothing happens)

A/N: Words in italics are not mine. They are taken from the fellowship of the ring by J.R.R. Tolkien

Soft Spot masterlist

<<Secret Spot

“Imagine, the bookstore won’t close,” you excitedly tell Bucky about your beloved bookstore. The one he bought for you not weeks ago. “The owner said he’ll keep it open because he found an investor.”

“I’m happy for you, doll,” Bucky softly says. He loves that you find happiness in the simplest things. A flower, a new book, or the fact that the bookstore won’t close. “Do you want to visit it today?”

“I already did,” you point at the new books on his desk. “I bought you some books about motorcycles for you. I know you want to buy a new one.”

“That’s sweet of you,” he smiles at you. “And very attentive, Y/N. I thought about buying one but decided against it. At least for now.”

“Why?” You question. “You are passionate about bikes. I know you and Steve talked about going for a ride more than once.”

“I got a girl at home and can’t just jump on my bike.”

You wrinkle your forehead. “Bucky, what’s wrong? Do you think that I don’t want you to have fun without me? Steve is your friend, and I’m happy that you have good friends.”

“Steve had an accident with his bike.”

Gasping loudly, you grab Bucky’s hand. “Did he get hurt? What happened? Is he in the hospital?”

“Breathe, baby doll,” Bucky cups your face and tells you to breathe with him. “He’s got a few scratches. Only his pride got hurt.” Your boyfriend grins. “But his accident made me realize that I could get hurt too.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” you murmur as he leans closer to kiss you softly. “Never. Please don’t get hurt.”

“I know that you don’t want to see me get hurt. That’s the reason I don’t want to buy a bike. This, and that I wanted to go for a ride with you. I couldn’t handle seeing you get hurt only because I crashed my bike.”

“No bike then,” you wrap your arms around Bucky and hide your face in his chest. “Maybe we find a less dangerous hobby for you and Steve.”

“Reading?” He grins when you look up at him, pouting.

“Do not underestimate the danger of reading. If a book is dusty you sneeze. Even worse when you are allergic to dust. You can get a papercut at your finger too. A papercut is painful!”

“Wait! Reading is dangerous.” Damn him, he smirks this irritable smirk he reserves only for you. Mostly to tease you. “I think you must stop reading immediately in that case.”

“No.”

“Hmm…or I’ll wrap you in a blanket and read to you from now on.”

You giggle at his words. Bucky is in a playful mood again. “Only if you let me sit in your lap and whisper in my ear while reading the book.”

True to his words Bucky wrapped you into a warm blanket and you are sitting in his lap. His warm chest is pressed to your back, and one strong arm wrapped around you, he keeps you warm.

Mesmerized by the deep timbre of his voice you sigh deeply. You feel warm, safe, and comfortable close to Bucky. 

Bucky chose one of his favorite books to read to you. The fellowship of the ring, by Tolkien.

“I will take the Ring", he said, "though I do not know the way.” Bucky reads out loud. You wiggle in his lap to get even more comfortable. “Elrond raised his eyes and looked at him, and Frodo felt his heart pierced by the sudden keenness of his glance.” He continues.

“I love this book,” you yawn, “and Frodo. He’s so…brave, yet naïve. Poor guy doesn’t even know what he got himself into. Maybe next time, he should just shoot the bad guy.”

Bucky chuckles. “He’s not that kind of guy. But I appreciate your enthusiasm. Now, do you want to hear more about Frodo and the fellowship or…”

“We should go to my favorite spot,” you dip your head to glance over your shoulder. “Our bed.”

“Uh-huh…” Bucky flashes you a cocky smile. “What do you want to do in the bedroom, miss?”

“Everything that’s not safe for work…”

#mobster!bucky #bucky barnes x female reader #mobster!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #female reader #Favorite Spot

[bitterlycursedstars]

Hmm. Very good question, anon. (I really hope you like this)

Cursed—

This man does not know how to do anything on his own outside of fighting.

Dishes? Puts soap in the cast iron pan. Cuts himself on a knife immediately, which is extremely ironic. Somehow gets water e v e r y w h e r e.

Cooking? Burns water. Reads "2 cups" of sugar instead of "2/3 cup". Accidentally set fire to the microwave while cooking an egg.

Making the bed? Immediately gets wrapped and tangled in the fitted sheet like Frodo after Shelob was finished with him.

Also, the man was trapped in the underworld for 20+ years. He cannot possibly smell good. He'd constantly smell like blood and sweat.

Heaven help you when he discovers "What Does The Fox Say?" He'll play it on repeat for literal hours on end AND sing every single word.

He's absolutely crazy about kittens, and will randomly bring 20 of them home one day. "But they were so small and soft. You could not possibly expect me to just leave them there. Foolish boy/girl."

He absolutely does not understand flirting or innuendos (yes, I know V does). "Hey, handsome. Every other seat is taken. Do you mind if I sit there?" *points to his lap* "I very much mind. Here- just take my seat instead."

Has constant resting bitch face that you'll just have to deal with.

Blessed—

As I've said many times before, this man will love and protect you til his very last breath. He knows how it feels to be hurt and abandoned, and he swears to never let you feel it from him.

He says absolutely not when you bring it up, but deep down he would adore a baby that he could watch grow up.

He frequently has nightmares due to his horrible past, so he pulls you closer to him in his sleep and holds you tightly all night as his whimpering slowly subsides.

One of his favorite activities is just sitting beside you as he quietly reads his book and sips a cup of hot tea, enjoying the closeness between you two.

He loves kissing your forehead, especially if you're shorter than him. It makes him feel strong and even makes him smile.

He'll never admit it, but he loves when you call him 'pretty boy'. He'll huff and look away from you, scowling, but he's really only try to hide the blush creeping up on his pale cheeks.

He especially likes it if you and Nero become close, since neither one of them grew up with much of a family.

#vergil #devil may cry #vergil sparda #dmc5 vergil #devil may cry 5 #ngl answers #dmc asks #asks #ask #anon ask #ngl #dmc hcs #dmc headcanons #Vergil headcanons

[erikiara80]

Will, the Forever Clock and Cerebro

The writers used Dustin’s inventions to tell us A LOT about Will and his powers. 

The Forever Clock, very useful in the apocalypse is probably about time powers, timelines and time loop... Maybe only Vecna has time powers, we don’t know, but it’s not a coincidence that in S3 Dustin gives the Forever Clock to Will, and that the name Williams is engraved on the grandfather clock.

But let’s talk about Cerebro! 

Cerebro, an unassembled, one-of-a-kind battery powered radio tower

Will: So it’s like a HAM radio.

Dustin: The Cadillac of HAM radios. This baby carries a crystal clear connection over vast distances. I’m talking North Pole to South.

Note: Dustin uses Cerebro to communicate with Suzie, who lives in Salt Lake City. Water and salt. Two things that are constantly mentioned on the show. @will80sbyers made a masterpost about it )

Why is Cerebro connected to Will?

1.  One-of-a-kind It’s also the title of the book behind Will in Lenora. That could mean that his powers or his very existence are important.

2.  Battery.  Will has always been associated with lights, and in S4 Nancy even says that ‘When Will was in the Upside Down lights came to life’.

So it is possible that his powers give the UD and the hive-mind energy, and Vecna needs them to build a new world. 

3.  Battery powered radio tower 

The number twelve represents Will since S1. When Hopper talks with Joyce after looking for Will, she says: Six hours. It’s been six hours! And when she’s at the lab with Brenner, he says:Six. Six people (have disappeared) And there are many other examples

And what does Twelve do in the Rainbow Room? He builds a red tower.

So it really seems that Will can build. Creation powers? The shed scene is the first time they mention that, when Jonathan tells him that they built Castle Byers just the way Will drew it (and Vecna/Mind Flayer is also there, listening)

Or maybe, like a battery, Will can give the UD the energy to grow and spread.

In S3 the Flayed had to eat fertilizers for the Mind Flayer to build its body. Maybe Will’s powers/energy are like “fertilizers” too, but for the whole Upside Down. 

He’s like the water that plants need to grow.

I’m still analyzing the many Billy-Will parallels but it’s in this season that the writers started to show AND tell what Vecna wants from Will. 

Vecna/Mind Flayer tells someone named William, in a scene that has many parallels with Will’s vanishing, that he wants him to build.

In the Rainbow Roow Twelve builds a red tower, and there’s a red buiding on the poster in Will’s room. 

It’s also note worthing that some of Michael Maher JR’s concept arts for Vecna’s Mind Lair looked like a tower.

So maybe the red tower and the rose glass of Creel House are a reference to Stephen King’s Rose Red and The Dark Tower series (always love to mention SK! @lilitblaukatz​  )

It’s also interesting that Will has the poster of The Cure. Owens said that he thinks El is the cure, but she lost. It’s like the game in 4x01. They were losing with an 11, but won with a 20. 

I’m sure it’s not a coincidence that the dnd game and the game at school were won by the Sinclairs. Brother and sister. Only together Will and El can win. Only together they can fix it.

Ok, they focus on Will’s skates, but let’s not forget Mike

More about Cerebro, X-Men and The Lord of the Rings

Dustin’s radio tower is called after the device Professor X uses to locate other mutants and humans in The X-Men. Reminds me of the hive-mind.

And the kids assemble it on Weathertop, a reference to The Lord of the Rings. The ancient watch-tower where Frodo gets stabbed by a Nazgul with a Morgul-knife. That weapon remains in the wound of the victim and turns them into a wraith under the rule of Sauron. Hmm, sounds familiar.

Weathertop = Will’s possession and connection to the UD and Vecna.

Will and Max

Before S4 we couldn’t know that Vecna would target Max, but the two Venkmans in S2, was foreshadowing of this Lumax and Byler parallel. Venkman’s love interest, Dana, is possessed by a creature similar to a demodog. Will gets possessed in S2 and is still haunted by Vecna/UD, and Max was targeted in S4.

In 3x01, more foreshadowing of Will and Max being connected to Vecna while they’re assembling Cerebro. And if “Will is Cerebro”, it is possible that he will try to communicate with Max.

But this could be very dangerous for him. I read a very interesting theory, by @freetobeeyouandme​ about the episode of My Little Pony Dustin and Erica talk about in S3 and that could be foreshadowing of Max and Will’s storyline in S5.

Here the post  

There is so much in that scene that is foreshadowing of S4 and I think S5 too. Brilliant!

#will byers #will has powers #byler #twelvegate #max mayfield #st vecna #the mind flayer #lumax #henry creel #dustin henderson #st parallels #st theory #st analysis #stranger things and the lord of the rings

[wingsofhcpe]

very interesting how this whole clusterfuck of a discourse centers around if cishet aro MEN are queer but the same question isn't applied to cishet aro WOMEN... hmm... could it be because it's radfems and TERFs stirring the pot with their bullshit ideology again.... because they inherently see all men as The Big Enemy as if men are Sauron and radfems are Frodo fuckin' Baggins... hmm... could it be because 99% of exclusionism and intracommunity bigotry originates from radfem/TERF circles since their "identity" is based entirely on exclusionism and hatred...

One can't help but wonder!

#terfs fuck off #aromantic #asexual #queer stuff #anyway this is a safe space for all and any aro people. all and any aro people are inherently queer. #stop being the queer police and follow the acab motto in your bio. kill the cop in your brain #btw frodo baggins would throw terfs and radfems into mount doom for free just satin #*sayin

[frodothefair]

Why is Tolkien so charitable regarding Frodo's missteps? After all, Tolkien conveniently and entirely blames all of Frodo's missteps regarding his handling of the ring on the ring itself.  "I do not think Frodo's was a moral failure. At the last moment the pressure of the Ring would reach its maximum -- impossible, I should have said, for anyone to resist."- JRR Tolkien. One can't imagine him saying anything remotely like this about the others who tried to take the ring. It's only Frodo's actions that Tolkien excuses by saying that anyone in Frodo's position would have done the same thing.

"One can't imagine him saying anything remotely like this about the others who tried to take the ring."

Hmm, and why not? I think it's hard to speculate on what Tolkien would've said about any other character if they were in Frodo's place, charged with Frodo's specific task.

We also do not know how any other character in Frodo's shoes would have acted; we can only speculate.

What we do know, however, is that of the people who took the Ring or tried to, Frodo and Sam were the only ones who took it without the initial desire to use it to achieve some personal goal (including the goal to simply have it, without even knowing what it was. Examples here are Isildur, Gollum, and Bilbo, who also called the Ring "my precious," which Frodo notably never did, and which I interpret to mean that he never coveted the Ring like Bilbo did).

Sam and Frodo took the Ring in order to conduct it to Mount Doom and destroy it. Arguably, Frodo's intentions at the Council of Elrond were that and only that -- if things changed later, that speaks to the time he interacted closely with the Ring and the proximity to Mordor. Sam also took up the Ring only because he wanted to carry on Frodo's mission, but he only carried it for one or two days, so we don't know what would've happened if he continued to be the Ringbearer.

However, the original intention, the lack of ulterior motive in taking the Ring, and the sheer length of time that Frodo spent resisting the Ring while at the height of its power (both in terms of time and place) are all important, and if there's an answer to your question, this is it.

Also, really, no need for the large font, lol. I can see just fine. :)

#lotr #frodo baggins #lord of the rings #jrr tolkien

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Nobody's Fool: Chapter 8

Pairing: EddieXReader

Summary: You have bartended for years after you were forced to drop out of college due to family circumstances. You have dated your fair share of musicians, had your heart broken by one particular one, and have learned they are not be trusted. You have sworn off of them for the rest of your life. Then, one night, a new band plays at the bar, and against your better judgement, you can't help noticing the lead singer and guitar player. Could he possibly be different from the ones who came before him?

Warnings: 18+ Only due to eventual smut and language. There is also a toxic family relationship with a narcissistic mother if that is triggering for you.

MasterList

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28

“I can’t believe we managed to get this back here,” you commented, clutching a gigantic teddy bear in your arms as the two of you walked toward your apartment building. 

“I strapped him down good,” Eddie commented. “He wasn’t falling off my bike. I worked hard to win him for you. I mean, that bear must have cost me fifteen bucks.”

You laughed. “You were pretty damn determined you were going to knock all those milk bottles down.”

“And I did!” he exclaimed. “I mean, it may have taken me thirty tries to do it, but I still did it. Behold my success. I am feeling very successful tonight. I won your challenge and I defeated the rigged carnival game.”

“That you did,” you agreed with a smile, pausing to look up at him. “On both counts.”

A slow smile spread curved his lips and he bent down, hand cupping your cheek, gently kissing you. You felt the warm rush of pleasure run straight down to your toes. Damn, he was so very good at that and you couldn't help but consider what else he might be good at. You kept expecting his kisses to affect you less. Surely your body would get used to it, build up an immunity, but that had not happened so far. In fact, each time he kissed you, your reaction only seemed to intensify.

“So, what should I name our furry friend?” you asked, shaking the giant bear so his head flopped this way and that.

Eddie placed his finger and thumb on his chin, looking adorable as he considered the teddy bear, seriously scrutinizing it like it was the biggest decision of his life.

“Frodo!” he announced, snapping his fingers.

“Absolutely not,” you disagreed, shaking your head. “Frodo is the worst hobbit! He never would have survived if it weren’t for Sam. All he did was whine.”

“Blasphemy!” Eddie exclaimed, clutching his heart dramatically. “Damn, you've wounded me, sweetheart. How can you hate on Frodo? Okay, Sam then. I mean, even I have to admit that Sam is the best hobbit.”

“Nah, I’m going with Pippin,” you laughed. “I love Pippin.”

“Alright, I suppose that’s acceptable. I'll allow it. So, when can I see you again?” he asked, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you in close, hands settling on your low back. 

“Hmm…going for date number four?” you mused, trying to hide your surprise. Was this really happening? This guy was content to just spend time with you, wanted to spend more time with you when you hadn't even given it up to him yet? And he wasn't even pushing for it. He was just pushing for another date.

“Oh, look at you, admitting our first one counted as two,” he teased, his tongue slipping along his bottom lip in a way that had your toes curling.

“Well, you keep insisting and honestly, it’s too exhausting trying to argue with you,” you replied, chuckling. 

“You’re learning,” he said, sounding impressed. “So, are you free tomorrow?”

“Depends,” you responded.

“On what?”

“On what you’re thinking of doing,” you answered. “I work that night so I can only do a daytime thing. I mean, or I am off on Tuesday if you want to wait until then.”

“No, I definitely don’t want to wait until Tuesday,” Eddie stated, shaking his head. “Hmm, a daytime date. How do you feel about boats?”

“Boats? Motorcycles and boats, huh? Interesting. You don’t strike me as the boating type.”

He snorted with a roll of his eyes. “I’m not talking about sailing. Can you even imagine me in boat shoes, wearing one of those little hats? Ugh. No, I was thinking maybe we could grab some lunch and then rent a canoe and head out onto the lake for a bit.”

“So, the man wants me to trust him enough to let him take me on a hazardous ride that could end in me splatting on the ground. And now, he wants me to risk myself being out in the middle of a lake, alone with him, where he could easily dump my body and nobody would ever find me?”

“Damn, morbid much?” he sniggered. “I thought I won your challenge and proved I’m a good guy? Good guys wouldn’t dump your body in a lake.”

“Good point,” she shrugged. “Okay. I guess I will put my life in your hands again.”

The apartment complex door suddenly flew open and Jen came running out, her face letting you know that something was wrong. You felt your stomach instantly knot. You knew what had probably caused that reaction. There was only one person in your life that would cause Jen to look like that. No. Not right now. You didn’t need him to know about all of your dysfunction.

You desperately wanted to signal to Jen to close her mouth, to just wait a few more minutes before she spilled the brokenness that was you. You could say goodbye quickly to Eddie and talk to her inside. But you never got the chance.

“Girl, thank god,” she sighed. “I've been up there just waiting for you to get home. There was a call while you were gone. It’s your mom. She’s been arrested again and she’s down at the police station.”

Shit. You looked over at Eddie, watching the stunned expression on his face and your heart sank to the floor. You wanted a hole to open up and swallow you. You didn’t want him to know how entirely fucked up your family was, how fucked up you were. One, you didn’t want him looking at you with pity and two, you weren't prepared to tell him anything this deep. You were having a good time together. You were definitely not at the level of sharing deep dark secrets yet. You weren't even sure you ever planned on being at that level. 

“Umm…fuck,” you muttered, running a hand through your hair, figuring this was the end of that. “I’m sorry. This was really fun and thank you for the teddy bear but I have to go.”

“Yeah, obviously,” he nodded. “Do you need a ride to the police station?”

“No, thanks but I can drive myself,” you insisted, shaking your head. 

Eddie looked at you with such concern that it pierced your very soul. Damn it, you really didn’t want this. This was too much, too fast. You didn’t need him swooping in to help you. You didn’t need some white knight saving the day bullshit. You didn’t want to feel like you owed him anything. Easy breezy did not mean intense and dramatic. It did not mean debts that needed to be paid. 

“You really shouldn’t drive yourself,” he commented. “You’re shaking like a leaf and clearly upset. Just let me drive you. I’ll even drive your car since I’m assuming your mom is going to need a ride too.”

“I think that’s a really good idea,” Jen added and you wanted to strangle her. “You really don’t need to go alone. You know how she gets.”

“There, your friend agrees,” he stated, reaching his hand out as if that was the end of the conversation. Decision made. “Keys, please? No worries. I’ll get you there. I promise.”

You sighed, reaching into your bag and placing your car keys in his hand. Clearly, he was about to be thrust into the insane world that was your family whether you wanted him to be or not. You just hoped he was ready for what he was about to see.

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“Hi Charlene,” you greeted, approaching the front desk at the police station. “I got a call that my mom's here...again. I'm here to post bail.”

“She's back there, alright. Good to see you again, sweetheart. Just wish it wasn't for this reason. Wait here,” the desk officer said, heading off through a door. 

You groaned, hands gripping the edge of the counter, lowering your head. At this point, every cop in town knew you and your mom. Your mom had been arrested more times than you could count for drunk and disorderly or drunk driving. Her license had been suspended on condition of her completing rehab, which she refused to do. She wouldn’t admit she had a problem to begin with so why would she need to go to rehab.

Eddie walked up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged him off, taking a few steps away. You couldn’t do this with him right now. You didn’t need him feeling sorry for you. You were so tired of being the one people looked at like you were pathetic, a lost cause, a broken girl. Poor tragic you with your defective mother. He didn't even know you, not really. Hanging out three times did not mean he understood shit about your life. This was just awkward. You wished he wouldn't have come.

Charlene came back with the proper paperwork. You filled it all out and handed over the bail money. Money you really couldn’t spare at the moment. You were constantly scraping by because of always having to fund your mother's bullshit. Charlene informed you that your mom was expected to appear at a court hearing in two weeks. If she didn’t, they would arrest her again and there would be no bailing her out this time. She had gotten herself in trouble one too many times. 

You paced back and forth, avoiding Eddie’s gaze, while you waited for them to bring your mom out but you could feel it, like twin lasers burning into the back of your skull. You knew, without looking, that he was feeling sorry for you and you just didn't want to see it. Finally, you spotted Jodie being led around to the front. They paused to remove the handcuffs from her wrists.

“Jodie,” the officer told her, “you need to behave yourself now or next time, your little girl won’t be able to bail you out. You’ll be staying with us long-term, you hear?”

“Pfft,” she sneered, rolling her eyes, “you mind your own business. I’m fine, and that child better bail me out. It’s the very least she could do after everything I’ve done for her ungrateful ass.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and you felt tears sting your own. You would not cry. You were not going to break down in front of him. This was exactly why you didn’t want him to come. Your mom was nasty on her good days, vicious when she was drunk, which was almost all the time these days. 

“Come on mom,” you muttered, “let’s get you home.”

“There she is,” your mom called out loudly. “My little whore of a daughter. Did you know she tends bar for a living? What a successful one I’ve raised. She knows just how to make her mama proud. She slings drinks and opens her legs for the guys who play there. What mom wouldn't want that?” Her head swung toward Eddie, a sloppy smile that she thought was sexy appearing on her lips. “Oh, and here’s one right now. Well, aren’t you good looking? Do you like older ladies? You could trade up from this one over here if you wanted to, handsome. I promise I can show you a better time than anything you've gotten from her.”

The officer, his name was Henry, walked over to you and leaned in, “Honey, are you sure you don’t want to leave her here for the night to sober up?”

“It’s fine,” you said quietly, your face flushed from your mom’s words. You didn't even know why it embarrassed you anymore. You should be used to it by now. “I’ve got her.”

Eddie helped you get her in the back of the car and you directed Eddie how to get to your mom's house. Most of the way your mom was either making inappropriate comments to Eddie about what she could offer him or berating you for being the biggest disappointment of her life. You stared out the window, only glancing at him to tell him when to turn. 

You could only imagine what he was thinking right now. You bet he wouldn’t be so eager to go on that fourth date after witnessing this mess, after seeing what you came from, the baggage you dragged along with you. You and your alcoholic mother, the ongoing mother daughter saga of mental and emotional abuse that has been your entire life.

Eddie pulled in your mom’s driveway and immediately got out, coming around to help. You wanted to tell him to stay in the car, but your mom had now passed out and you wouldn’t be able to carry her on your own. There's been many a night you'd left her in the car to sleep it off while you slept on her couch. But you couldn't do that with him here. He had to be able to get back to his bike. He’d already seen your mom at her absolute worst so what was it hurting now for him to see her comatose? 

You were struggling, trying to get her upright, until Eddie just lifted her into his arms. You unlocked the door and Eddie carried her in, gently laying her on her couch. You tucked your mom in, setting a blanket around her and grabbed a glass of water and the ibuprofen from the cabinet, setting them on the coffee table next to her. You grabbed Eddie’s sleeve and gestured to the door.

You stepped out onto the porch, and you relished the night air as it filled your lungs, replacing the dank stale smell of your mom’s house. You spent as little time there as possible. Just coming to this place made your skin crawl. Her house was never clean, not even a little. She was either too hungover or too drunk to care about stupid things like dishes or dirty laundry.

“Thank you,” you managed to say. swallowing the emotion you didn't want to show. “You really didn’t have to do this, but thank you.”

“It’s no problem,” he assured you, tucking his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and offered you one, which you gladly accepted. Lighting it for you, he asked, “So, is this like a regular thing?”

You took a deep inhale of the cigarette, your eyes glued to the ground as you answered, “Yeah. Kind of. I don’t even know how many times I’ve had to bail her out anymore. It’s always either she was causing a scene somewhere or she was driving around drunk.”

“I’m sorry. That sucks.”

“Yeah, it does.”

“Has she always had a drinking problem?” he asked.

“No. It started after my dad left,” you explained and knowing the next question he was going to ask, you beat him to it. “He met some young blond secretary at work who is basically my age. They were having an affair and when my mom demanded that he leave her, he didn't. He left my mom instead and took off with the secretary. One day, we were a family, a dysfunctional one where the parents were always screaming, mind you, but a family. The next day, implosion. My mom couldn’t handle that she lost her husband to a younger girl so she started drinking. She's always been obsessed with her looks and it killed her that he left her for someone like that. It started off small, a couple glasses of wine each night. But then it became a whole bottle and then that became straight liquor and now here we are.”

“Damn,” he said simply. “I had no idea.”

“Of course you didn’t,” you huffed. “How would you? We barely know each other. This wasn’t something I was going to share with you. What? Was I supposed to mention her over an elephant ear at the fair or french toast at the diner? I didn’t exactly plan on having you see the disaster that is my mother on our third date.”

“It’s okay…” he began.

“No, it’s really not. Look, just drive me back so you can get your bike and then you can go. This clearly is not the way you planned to end your night. This is about the worst ending ever and it’s fine. Most guys would run for the hills after seeing all of this.”

“I thought we already established that I’m not most guys,” Eddie said.

“It’s fine, really. I’m giving you an out,” you sighed. “You don’t have to act like the nice guy and fight your instincts to get as far away as possible. No one would blame you, least of all me.”

“I’m not fighting anything,” he argued. “I don’t want to run away from you. I feel like you keep finding a reason to run from me, to not see where this goes, and I can’t figure out why. I like you, you like me. We are having a lot of fun together so why would I run? Because your mom is a drunk? Okay, my mom is in prison because she’s a junkie. My dad took off and never looked back. Your family life doesn’t scare me. It’s actually not that far off from mine.”

“So, we both like Tolkien and our families are fucked up,” you laughed sarcastically, the sound hollow. “I guess that means we’re written in the stars. Two completely dysfunctional people coming together to form a dysfunctional relationship full of fantastical fucked up adventures.”

“Or we’re just two people who came from shitty circumstances who are doing our best to not repeat history. And maybe those two people have a shot at something really worthwhile here.”

You forgot to breathe as you felt like the floor had dropped out from under you. You were just having fun right? Something worthwhile? He was making it sound like he was considering more than a fun, casual thing. You really didn’t think she could handle that, especially after the shitstorm this night had become. You could feel your brain screaming at you to find the emergency exit.

“I thought we were just having fun together?” you asked tentatively. 

“We are,” he responded. “But, I don’t know, I mean I see the potential for something really amazing here. I mean, no pressure. I just don’t want to walk away from this. I want to see where it’s headed because I feel like it could be headed somewhere pretty great.”

“Okay,” you replied softly. No pressure sounded good. He agreed this was fun. “No pressure. I think I can handle that.”

“Sure you can,” he teased with a smile. “See, you can let just a little crack in that wall. You don’t have to smash it all down at once, but just a tiny little gap, that is you agreeing to go on a fourth date with me tomorrow.”

He grabbed your hips, pulling you against him, fingers digging in. The feel of his body pressed into yours sent waves of overwhelming desire from your head to your toes. Everything around you faded into a soft blur as he leaned down, brushing his lips across yours. 

“Just a tiny gap,” you whispered, trying to assure yourself.

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[iliaclwrites]

eddie finally popping the big question??? and well she obviously says yes?

Eddie didn't mean to ask you. It just sort of slipped out. It was a summer evening by Lovers' Lake, where the lightning bugs flew low and hazy over the breakwater, and all of them had laid out picnic blankets end to end in one great carpet of gingham.

Steve and Robin were by the fire, arguing quietly as Nancy prodded at it with a long stick, sending sparks up into the air around them. Mike was writing something, presumably to that girlfriend of his that lived in California, and Lucas and Max were talking, heads bent low in conversation. Dustin was sitting near them, toying with his radio. He tracked Eddie with his eyes.

"Heya, Tinuviel," Eddie said, coming to sit around you, wrapping his gangly legs around your body and pulling your back into his chest. "How'd a girl like you end up in a place like this, hmm?"

You grinned, leaning over to press your lips to his neck before glancing out into the dusk. "This is so wonderful, Eds," you murmured, taking one of his hands in yours and threading your fingers together.

"It's like that bit in Lothlorien," he said, after a long beat. You turned to look up at him, but he pressed his chin to your head and stared out at the lake. "That, somewhere, someday, there will always be a Frodo of the Shire venturing about in the hills of Lothlorien. Or something."

You hummed. "That'd be nice," you agreed. "There'll always be some version of us, sitting here, by the lake."

He snorted, and squeezed your ribs gently, shuffling one hand away from you as you rested on him and fiddling with his pocket. You sighed contentedly, and closed your eyes. "I could stay here forever," you agreed, letting the sound of the warm water licking at the shore take over, the crackle of the fire. The kids had fallen silent now, and you hummed. "Could stay here my whole life."

Eddie pressed a sudden kiss to your cheek, his palms shaking as he pressed something into your hands. A velvet coated box. You froze.

"I'd rather," he said, voice cracking. He swallowed. "I'd rather spend one lifetime with you, Tinuviel, than face all the ages of this world alone."

You stared down at the ring. It was shuddering in your shaking hands, reflecting the light from the twilight in its light yellow stone. "Eddie, is this...?"

"Sure is," he agreed, and you felt his nervous smile against your neck. "What d'ya say?"

"Say yes!" yelled Steve. A loud thump followed. "Ow! Hey! Quit it!"

You turned in Eddie's arms to look at him, and handed the ring back, slowly getting to your feet to stand over him. He froze.

("Oh, shit," Dustin muttered. "Abort, abort, guys pack up, come on--")

"Do it properly," you whisper, holding out one hand. "Please."

Eddie lunged to his knees, snapping the ring box open again and grabbing your hand. "Jesus Christ, Tinuviel, you cocktease," he huffed out, pressing your hand to his mouth. "Just marry m--"

"Yes," you said immediately, and threw yourself at him. He tumbled over onto the blanket, fumbling to put the ring on you. "Yes, yes, yes, sweet merciful Virgin Mary, yes."

"Didn't--" he said, between kisses, "even. Let. Me. Finish." He gave up, and kissed you soundly, hauling your hand into the air so that everyone could see. "She said yes!" he yelled. "She said yes!"

"We saw," Mike responded. "We are literally right here."

Robin popped the champagne. Steve screamed.

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x librarian reader #s: the song of beren and luthien #lol this one is cute lmao

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: In the House of Tom Bombadil

BEHOLD! ANOTHER CHAPTER! We’re making it at a magnificent clip nowadays

Eyyyy it’s Goldberry!

Frodo surprising himself with the poem that springs out of his mouth when he sees Goldberry will never not be hilarious and adorable

It does beg the question of where the heck that came from. Does Goldberry just have that effect on people? Does it have serving to do with Elf magic, like she implies? Does Frodo just have that accidental rizz?? Who knows!

Frodo: “Who is Tom Bombadil?” Goldberry: “Well, he is, of course, silly :-D”

Mighty convenient that Tom has exactly four beds for the four travelers

They DO take a bath before supper >8-D (Don’t mind me, just a comic idea percolating in my head. Some of you know what I’m talking about.)

Tom was waiting for them. Tom was waiting for them. He’d heard word that the hobbits were coming. He wasn’t actively trying to find them, but he wasn’t surprised when he did. I don’t know why that enchants me so much.

Merry and Pippin like “AAAHH NO DON’T TALK ABOUT THE WILLOW TREE” is simultaneously hilarious and heartbreaking depending on how you look at it

Heeheehee nightmare time

Frodo has a dream about Gandalf and Black Riders. Hmm, pity. You’d think he’d have a nightmare about water, given his near-drowning and the way his parents died…but I guess this is important for foreshadowing purposes.

Pippin has a dream about being inside the tree. He feels surrounded and afraid. Understandable.

MERRY has the dream about water and drowning?? Shut up!! If I were him, I’d be way more disturbed that a freaking tree was IN MY HEAD and threatening to kill me!!

“Sam slept through the night in deep content, if logs are contented.” Hilarious 🤣

Much apologies to my girlies on the server who headcanon the hobbits with phobias corresponding to the four elements; sadly, Tolkien is not on the same page as us this time.

Tom: “You’d better not be late to breakfast, or you’ll get nothing but grass and water!”

See, Frodo gets it. Rainy days are awesome. They are beautiful and force you to slow down and admire the world.

“The trees were here before you, mind, and they don’t much care for your shenanigans!”

Ooh, so the Barrow-wights are the ghosts of dead kings that the Nazgul woke up. Fascinating.

Nothing makes the world of Middle Earth feel old and rich in history more than Tom’s stories

Goldberry’s hand being partly translucent is such a vibe

WAIT. Tom and Goldberry. Differences. Tall and short. Blonde and brown. One graceful and ethereal, the other down to earth and joyful. Working together, not in competition. Frodo and Sam. SHUT UP GUYS I’VE CRACKED THE CODE—

Tom is friends with Farmer Maggot!!

FARMER MAGGOT HAS SPOKEN TO GILDOR

Dang where’s my fantasy epic about Farmer Maggot you guys

And this is the part where Tom puts the Ring on his finger and doesn’t disappear, and if they’d ever included this in the movies it would’ve destroyed the gravity and mystique of the Ring altogether

Merry having to bite back a yell like “HOLY CRAP FRODO’S GONE” 🤣

WAIT I CAN MAKE THAT ANGSTY TOO aw heck the brainrot is setting in

“Frodo laughed (trying to feel pleased)…” Relatable, Frodo, relatable

Tom: “And remember, DON’T GO NEAR THE BARROW-DOWNS!” Meanwhile, the hobbits, in the very next chapter:

#tom bombadil #frodo baggins #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #peregrin took #pippin #samwise gamgee #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #chapter review

[notjustjavierpena]

hear me out:

hubby javier and reader deciding they’re ready for their third and final baby and then they find out they’re pregnant with twins

Hmm... don't tempt me about baby four, Frodo.

#husband!javi #siggy replies

[andiwriteordie]

omg??? congrats!! so well deserved <3

hmm. what abt wheelclair friendship where Mike has his “oh” moment while Lucas is talking abt how he feels abt Max? maybe they have a chat abt it? I j love them <3 ;__;

ahh!! hi, thank you so so much!

i got carried away with this one, WOOPSIE. can you tell i love wheelclair friendship? like HELLO I LOVE THEM.

hope you enjoy! (also. highly recommend listening to this song it is very byler coded!)

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wherever i'm going, i'm going with you

Today’s Mike’s day to sit at the hospital with Lucas and Max.

It’s been nearly six months now that Max has been in a coma—nearly six months since Vecna nearly killed her and ripped open the gates in Hawkins. Nearly six months since the Upside Down first began bleeding into Hawkins and nearly six months Will’s nightmares, caused by his growing connection to Vecna, first began. 

It’s been nearly six months, there’s no end in sight, and Mike feels completely useless.

Seriously. There’s nothing that he can do right now—nothing that any of them can do but sit and wait until Vecna strikes. The only good thing about Will’s connection to this asshole is the fact that they can somewhat monitor him as well and at least get a basic understanding of what Vecna’s state is. He’s still injured, according to Will. He’s not in any condition to strike and to come after them again.

So, now… all they can do is wait.

Talk about the world’s slowest apocalypse. 

In the meantime, Mike tries to keep himself busy. Things… don’t really go back to normal, but he tries to find normalcy in any way that he can. He goes to the makeshift shelters often and volunteers with Dustin, Steve, Robin, and Robin’s friend, Vicki. Will tags along sometimes, but a lot of days, he’s exhausted from being unable to sleep well at night, so Joyce makes him stay at home more often than not.

(Will hates it, but he doesn’t ever say anything to Joyce about it. Instead, he rants to Mike about it on the nights when neither of them can sleep—sharing his thoughts about how this type of thing makes him feel so pathetic and like his life will never be normal. Like… like he’ll always be different because of what has happened to him.

His words feel hauntingly familiar, and some night, after Will does manage to fall asleep, Mike finds himself staring up at the painting that had been gifted to him just six months ago.

He doesn’t dare fall down that rabbit hole though, lest… lest he find himself with many, many questions he doesn’t wanna deal with.)

On top of going to the shelter, the Party also takes turns sitting with Lucas and Max at the hospital. They have a schedule planned out, and between the four of them plus Steve and Erica, they always try to make sure Lucas isn’t alone at the hospital. 

He shouldn’t be alone. He shouldn’t. 

And so, that’s exactly why Mike finds himself sitting in the chair opposite from Lucas and listening to him read the newest novel he’d chosen to read to their comatose friend. He’s reading The Two Towers—one of Mike’s personal favorites, actually.

“'Master, dear master!' said Sam, and through a long silence waited, listening in vain,” Lucas reads, and Mike looks up, a pit growing in his stomach.

He knows this scene. Oh God… Mike knows this scene, and judging by the way Lucas’s hands are clenched tightly around his books, he knows it too.

“Then as quickly as he could he cut away the binding cords and laid his head upon Frodo's breast and to his mouth, but no stir of life could he find, nor feel the faintest flutter of the heart,” Lucas reads, his voice getting quieter as he continues the paragraph. “Often he chafed his master's hands and feet, and touched his brow, but all were cold.”

“Lucas,” Mike starts to say, his own voice soft, but his words are lost to the sound of Lucas continuing the passage of the book.

“'Frodo, Mr. Frodo!' he called. 'Don't leave me here alone! It's your Sam calling. Don't go where I can't follow! Wake up, Mr. Frodo! O wake up, Frodo, me dear, me dear. Wake up!’” Lucas reads, and his voice breaks.

The room goes impossibly quiet, and Mike holds his breath, watching his best friend carefully.

He… he doesn’t have the right words to say. It feels like a common problem nowadays. Back when he was younger, Mike always felt like he knew what to say to make his friends feel better. He’s a writer, a storyteller for God’s sake. Words are kind of his things.

But nowadays, he never seems to know what to say to help anyone.

So, Mike just swallows the lump in his throat, and he whispers, “I… I’m so sorry, Lucas.”

It’s the first time he’s said those words aloud, but God, Mike has been thinking them. He’s been thinking about them ever since he first heard about what happened to Max from Dustin. He’s been thinking about these words every single day he’s come and sat with Max and Lucas, and he’s been thinking about these words every night that Will wakes up, breathless and terrified from another nightmarish encounter with the monster tormenting everyone’s lives.

"Don’t go where I can’t follow," Sam had said—desperate and pleading and terrified.

Oh, how Mike knows what that feels like.

And Lucas does too.

Lucas looks up hesitantly. There’s a watery look in his eyes, and he meets Mike’s gaze, before taking a shuddered breath. “I miss her,” he admits, his voice impossibly soft. “God, Mike… you have no idea how much I miss her.”

Though he doesn’t actually say it, Mike knows from talking with Dustin and with Will that Lucas… really hasn’t opened up to anyone. The person who has had the biggest breakthrough with him has been El, but even then, Lucas really has kept most of his pain and grief to himself. 

It feels like bitter irony, considering the fact that this is exactly how Vecna had been able to target Max.

“I know you do,” Mike whispers back. “God… I know, Lucas. And I… I’m so sorry.”

The words don’t feel nearly big enough, and that sucks. But somehow, they must help, because Lucas manages a shaky breath and wipes his arms on his sleeve. 

“I keep thinking about what I could’ve done differently that week, you know,” he confesses, looking down at Max now. “About… how maybe if I’d been just a little faster, or if I’d made one different decision… maybe I could’ve prevented this. Maybe… maybe she’d still be here.”

Mike can’t help but flinch. The lump in the back of his throat grows, and he… he can’t help but think back to his own regrets—ones he’s had all the way back since 1983. An old memory replay over and over again in Mike’s mind—haunting him and reminding him of how his own mistake could’ve prevented so much pain.

“It was a seven.”

“Huh?”

“The roll, it was a seven. The demogorgon… it got me.”

…

“Well, see you tomorrow!”

“I get that,” Mike finally manages to say, and he swallows the lump in his throat. “I… I think I get that.”

For a moment, Lucas is quiet, like he doesn’t know what to say. Then, finally, he murmurs, “Right… I… I bet you would think about that stuff a lot when El was missing that year… after the fight with the demogorgon.”

The words are a gut punch, and Mike’s breath catches.

Why…. God, why hadn’t he been thinking of El? Obviously… obviously, Mike felt guilty about that instance too, but… that hadn’t been his first thought, even though El used to be his girlfriend and everyone still expects them to get back together someday.

But the truth is… El is rarely the first person that Mike thinks about… in any circumstances nowadays.

It’s always Will.

…

Why? something in the back of Mike’s mind wonders, and he can’t help but look at Lucas and Max curiously. There’s a gentle gaze on Lucas’s face, and he reaches up, brushing some of Max’s hair from her face.

Why is it that Mike always thinks about Will? Why is it that Will takes up so much space in Mike’s mind and heart—to the point where Mike had noticed the difference in that year that the two of them barely spoke? Will’s his best friend, sure, but… but so is Lucas. And so is Dustin. But Mike doesn’t think about them this much, and… and he can’t imagine himself doing the same things for Lucas and Dustin that he would for Will.

If Will was ever in Max’s position, Mike knows he would be just like Lucas—faithfully sitting by Will’s side and waiting for him to wake up. Hell, it was only for a couple days, but Mike did that, just a couple years ago when Will was suffering through his possession. Mike would’ve stayed for as long as Will needed him. He knows he would’ve.

But why?

You know why, that voice in the back of Mike’s mind whispers, and Mike’s breath catches as he watches Lucas press a gentle kiss to Max’s forehead. You know why.

…

Oh.

Oh.

…

Oh, shit.

The lump in Mike’s throat grows, and his heart pounds inside his chest as this newfound revelation begins to sink in. Suddenly, it feels as though the blinds have been opened, or like he’s finally seen the light, or like the last piece of the puzzle has finally slotted into place, allowing him to solve the mystery of why things have always been different with Will.

…

Mike is in love with Will.

…

Mike is in love with Will.

Holy fucking shit.

“Lucas,” Mike blurts out, before he can stop himself. His heart continues to beat nervously—thump, thump, thump—and Mike forces himself to take a deep breath… in and out. In and out.

Lucas looks up, a confused expression on his face. “Um… yeah?”

“I… I wasn’t talking about El,” Mike whispers, watching as a confused expression forms on Lucas’s face. “And I… I think I just realized something, and to be completely honest with you, I am freaking out right now, and honest to God, I should just shut up before I say something I regret, and—”

“Mike,” Lucas interrupts sharply, and Mike closes his mouth, still staring at his best friend with wide eyes. “Dude, okay… first of all, breathe. Second of all… what are you talking about? If… if you weren’t talking about El, then who were you…”

His voice trails off. Mike can pinpoint the exact moment that Lucas makes the same realization he did, and Lucas stares at him with wide eyes. “Oh, shit.”

“Yeah, ‘oh shit,’” Mike echoes, the panic still rising in his chest. His face feels like it’s burning up, and he runs a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends. “Lucas, I don’t… what do I… I’m not supposed to…”

The words fall flat again, and as tears sting Mike’s eyes, he looks away, lest Lucas see him cry over this. Fuck. This is bad. This is bad, and Mike has no idea what he’s going to do here. He’s officially fallen down the rabbit hole, and there’s no turning back now.

“Hey,” Lucas says softly, and Mike looks up, tentatively meeting his best friend’s eyes. “Let’s just… let’s not freak out or anything. I mean… there’s nothing wrong if you do feel that way for Will… but… but let’s just try to figure this out first. Okay? Nobody has to know but you and me.”

“Right, right. You’re right.” Mike takes a deep breath again—in and out. Okay. It’ll be fine. Maybe he’s just overthinking all of this, or… or maybe he’s not. But for better or for worse… this is happening. He’s down the rabbit hole, and he’s dragged poor Lucas in with him. 

“What makes you think that… that you might feel that way for him?” Lucas asks gently. 

It’s a loaded question, but then again, it’s not. It’s really, really not, especially when Mike stops to think about all the moments in his own life—staying by Will’s side through thick and thin and doing anything to make sure that Will is protected and safe and cared for. All those moments… they parallel exactly what Lucas is doing for Max right now. The similarities are undeniable.

Mike glances away from Lucas to look at Max, then back at Lucas again, and with a shuddered breath, he whispers, “Because I’d follow him anywhere, Lucas.”

Just like you’d follow her anywhere.

“Don't leave me here alone,” Sam had cried, in the passage of the book Lucas had just read. “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

Mike doesn’t have to say anything else.

Because better than anyone else in the world, Lucas gets it.

#andi's asks #andi writes not dies #byler #byler ficlet #wheelclair

[bitkahuna]

“Hmm. Well, Frodo, be careful with that information. Your cousin Bilbo was just offered a very important job in dwarven society, and should be accept, his and your hands in marriage may become important political tokens.”

Frodo smiled. “I appreciate the thought, but I doubt it. Nobody wants to marry simple Shirefolk.” It was then that he fully registered what Dís had said. “I’m sorry, did you say political tokens?”

- chapter 8 excerpt

#frodo in erebor #fanfic excerpt #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit #lotr #lotr fanfic #the hobbit bilbo #bilbo x thorin #thorin x bilbo #bilbo baggins #fanfiction #ao3 author #ao3fic #fanfic

[chthonion]

3, 4, 21 for the ask meme?

Absolutely, thank you!

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

The jury is out on whether I can or can't be arsed to do all the setup--we'll see what happens when Your Shadow Rising isn't eating all of my attention--but I've got a Silvergifting daemon AU on the backburner that is just begging to be written, specifically so that I can write Annatar's daemon attacking him over his plan to make her into a Ring.

Like so:

“How does it feel?” she spits, as her claws tear into flesh that no elvish hand could wound, as her teeth leave scars that will follow him through every shape in every lifetime. “How does it feel to have your own self turned against you? How does it feel when you’re the one in pain, Mairon?” “You’re mine,” he gasps. “You can’t do this.” “You’re mine,” she says, “and I’ll do as I please with you. Isn’t that what you’ve been telling me, all these years?”

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

This is slightly cheating, because it's longer than a paragraph, but I'm really proud of this bit of Anastasis:

Celebrimbor says, “Sunrise.” He says it like a name, like an endearment, and the epithet falls naturally from his lips, without a hint of hesitation or shame. There is a strange sort of beauty to the way he says it, a certainty that refuses to apologize or argue. There is also an edge to it that reminds Frodo of nothing so much as the way a Sackville-Baggins might say, my dear cousin.

Because in the space of these four sentences, I feel like I did a lot of work to establish where Celebrimbor stands with this relationship.

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)

Ooooh this is such a fun question. Hmm...I think the visuals you could get with a webcomic or graphic novel type setup for Your Shadow Rising could be REALLY neat, because there are so many moments where the characters and their narratives parallel and mirror and reflect each other.

#chthonion answers questions #Your shadow rising to meet you #ask game