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lesbiantvfish · 1 month
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todays my doggie woggie’s birthdayyyyyyy old woman getting older
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boggtech · 3 months
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stampedestring · 24 days
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(Wide shot of landscape with cattle moving through, with Gil Favor visible on his horse. Cut to close-up of his face as he looks off into the distance.)
Favor (voice-over): "When you take on a cattle drive, you take on many responsibilities. It's not just the cattle that depend on you."
(Zoom out slightly so we see him and his horse in the frame, cattle in the background. He puts a hand on his thigh as he turns to look back at the cattle.)
"The small ranchers trust you with their livelihoods. The drovers trust you to treat them fair and stop them from killing each other when they forget how to use their words to work through their problems."
(Another close-up of his face with its usual stoic expression.)
"Runaways and people in various sorts of trouble trust you to let them join up with the drive for protection. Every small town you ride through, or past, needs you to help resolve, or drastically escalate, some extremely local conflict."
(He pulls out a cigarette and sighs subtly as he looks around.)
"It probably adds half again as much travel time to the Sedalia Trail to deal with all of it, but it's part of my job. I'm Gil Favor, Interpersonal Drama Magnet."
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lesbiansforboromir · 2 years
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Gil-Galad voice: LOOK ME IN THE EYES GALADRIEL.. 👁👁 Our days of war. ARE. OVER! Galadriel: (bitch) Gil-Galad: (bitch) Elrond: Come on guys I didn't write that.
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whynotzoidbergdotorg · 3 months
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freaky-flawless · 1 year
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EARS!!!
HE HAS EARS!!!
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mobiussnose · 2 years
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made more stuff
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hollygl125 · 2 years
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Survivors in the Night: A Las Vegas Love Story
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heartofstanding · 2 years
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I think Peter Jackson should release the extensive unused footage he has of the prologue of The Fellowship of the Ring, especially the stuff with Sauron forging the Ring and Gil-Galad at the Battle of the Last Alliance, just to troll Jeff Bezos.
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scionshtola · 1 year
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logging in to my second job (doing roulettes in ffxiv for the gil)
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lesbiantvfish · 26 days
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since A.B.A can canonically see spirits I’d like to think she interacted at least a little with the ghosts at frasco
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oni-verse · 2 years
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not really important or anything but just a lil fact about gil, he's pan but he has a preference for men. technically his only so-called relationship before he and cas got together was with a girl, and he absolutely likes girls, but if he's meeting people he'll usually choose a guy. but i still think he could charm the pants off a straight dude LOL. canonically goes to a lot of gay bars on the weekends 🤠
i think about character's habits and preferences a fair amount etc. poor cas in college being all like "every guy notices other guys" -- proceeds to date girls halfheartedly & makes his girlfriends part of his routine with a slightly forced attitude about it that he prefers not to think about
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ryoukio · 20 hours
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the “2 men arrested for shooting each other for fun meme” is just Jay and Gillion. About three episodes in a row where they have shot each other. Mostly just shot Gillion but. You know.
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flovey-dovey · 2 months
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Another Free Swimmers blurb because they came to me in a dream (still literal)
(also now available on my Ao3 account, as before, because I wanted to. It also features extra bits hehe)
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“Sorry man, but this is as far as I can go right now.” Ron said as he nervously waded around in the murky, slimy water of Lake Wannaweep while watching as Gill merrily circled him like a shark.
      “Hey, Gill, no! I see that smirk in your eyes!” Ron warned. He wanted to trust him not to splash him or try to pull him in further, but as he spoke edged a little closer back to shore.
      Gill noticed. The ominously gleaming red eyes narrowed and a low rumble made the water around his neck ripple lightly.
      “Rargh!” Gill snarled as he leapt from the water and pounced him. Or, at least, at him. Ron jumped back as best he could while being waist-deep in muck, but only one leg ever rose high enough to escape it as he curled in on himself to brace for whatever impact was coming.
      Water droplets fell over him like a sudden rain, but nothing else came.
      Carefully, Ron peeked open one eye and saw Gill just sort of standing there. Staring at him, all annoyance and odd uncertainty. He was breathing a bit hard.
      “Gill?” Ron asked. Gill growled low again in the back of his throat and the side of his mouth flapped a little as he pushed his breath through it, his gills vibrating. Then he sank back into the water after the moment passed and got a curious look to him.
      Ron squinted, slowly lowering his guard. He wasn’t sure if that was supposed to mean anything but wasn’t given the chance to investigate since the mischief was back and Gill rose back up in a flash, bringing armfuls of water with him. Ron shrieked— shrieked— as he was drenched in stinky water and trace amounts of watergrass.
      “DUDE!” Ron yelled. Gill probably didn’t hear him though, too busy flipping back in the water and swimming in gleeful circles to himself as the sound of his gurgling laugh filled the air. Ron sloshed and spat and shook himself to try and get at least some of it off but ultimately gave up and glared back at the swamp monster. He was certainly in his element, the unusual look he’d had all but gone in the revelry of his successful prank.
      Ron grinned, but quickly hid it.
      “Oh, come on, you got my hair all wet! And— eww!— I think I got some in my mouth!” Ron grumbled and spat as he paddled back to shore.
      Gill’s happy noises dissipated the closer he got and he slunk closer again. He watched from the shallows as the camp counselor shook himself off on the sandy-dirty shore by the dock and looked every bit like he intended on leaving the camp’s— his— territory.
      But then his expression changed from that odd one to surprise as Ron turned just beyond the tree line and booked it back toward the lake, barely able to hold back his laugh as his footsteps thudded over the dock and flung himself from the pier straight at Gill.
      The look of mild alarm that Ron managed to catch a glimpse of was worth the trouble of subjecting himself to that nasty lake, and the fact he’d be smelling of it for a good while after this. He grabbed Gill as gravity pulled him down in a cloud of bubbles. He could hear his startled gurgles and felt uncommonly satisfied.
      “What’d you do that for!?” Gill snapped when t hey finally breached the surface again. Ron sputtered and shook his hair and squeegeed the water from his eyes with the heel of his palm, still laughing too hard to answer for a good few seconds.
      “Aw, come on buddy, what’s a couple of pranks between friends?”
      Ron was still chuckling, still smiling, but soon he realized how intently Gill was staring at him.
      And that he was barely having to work to keep himself afloat. He shuddered when he noticed the claws around his waist.
      He swallowed inadvertently, the taste of bog water bringing his attention back.
      “You... think I’m your friend?” Gill’s gravelly voice was uncharacteristically quiet, and suddenly Ron was confused. It must’ve showed, since Gill mirrored it.
      “Well, yeah? I guess so.”
      I guess so. Ron repeated it in his mind. Even as he cursed his halfhearted and lame way of putting it, Gill looked to the water swirling between them thoughtfully. Then he grunted.
      Before Ron could say anything else, he felt himself being pulled along back to the edge of the lake. Gill let him go when he could stand on his own and, standing as well, hunched an arm’s length away.
      The atmosphere was kind of... awkward.
      A smallish burp rushed from Ron and interrupted it.
      Gill looked up at him with one eyebrow raised high, the other nearly a flat line over his other eye. Ron couldn’t help himself, he chuckled.
      “Sorry, must’ve accidentally swallowed some bog water,” he offered, rubbing the back of his sticky neck.
      A slow smile spread on Gill’s face and it eased Ron’s nerves a little. Before long, they were both laughing at the stupidity of it all.
      Friends, I guess, huh? Ron thought. That’s a decent way of putting it.
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gillgmesh · 2 years
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Oh yeah, I can't wait to get off work to draw!!
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