#this is simply for MY benefit

[bellysoupset]

"So what do you think?" Vince asked in a rasp, sitting down on the shitty couch and grimacing. The flu had taken a toll on him and even though he felt much better, all the moving around and loading and unloading of boxes hadn't helped.

There was still so much in the car, but Vince didn't have it in him to finish unpacking. His father would come over the next day and he could help.

"I like it..." Wendy mumbled, wringing her hands together.

When Vince had told her the plan was never to move in with his parents —  in truth he wasn't sure how she had even assumed that since he had asked her to move with him as well — Wendy had looked about ready to cry.

The same distraught, heartbroken look she had displayed on her face that very moment, walking around the tiny apartment Vince had rented near the school he'd be starting at the next day.

"Are you sure? Because you look like you think this place is haunted," Vince teased her lightly, rubbing his chest. All the heaving and puking from three days before had left him with a perpetually sore abdomen, his lungs aching.

"No, I like it, it's-" Wendy breathed in, pulled on her corset top in order to collect herself and brushed some imaginary dust off, "it's cute. Could use a fresh layer of paint," she regained some of her usual sass and Vince smiled at the clearly forced attitude.

He got up from the couch, wrapping his arms around her from behind and squeezing his girlfriend. Wendy stiffened up for a second, before melting against him, shoulders dropping.

"I fucking hate that you're leaving," she whined, fingers closing around his wrist and keeping him hugging her, "I fucking hate this place and I hate that I- I want to move here, but I-"

Vince pressed his lips to her temple, bending down in order to kiss her cheek, "no, you don't. It's only going to be a year, honey."

"A year, right," Wendy sighed, looking all sorts of defeated, "a year until we break up."

"A year for us to try long distance," Vince corrected, ignoring the way his heart squeezed at her words. He had no plans of breaking up, but the fact that Wendy kept bringing it up as if it was a fact didn't help in the least to reassure him she wouldn't break things off, "then if it doesn't work, we'll think of something else."

"We're only delaying the inevitable," Wendy mumbled, nails digging in his arm and he let out a sigh, kissing her temple again.

"We are not breaking up," he promised her, "not unless you dump me," it was meant to be a joke, but he was genuinely scared of it and it came out as a question.

Wendy let out a scoff and he could almost hear her rolling her eyes. Vince squeezed her a little tighter, "honey, my parents did long distance when in college and look at them," he said, trying to sound optimistic, "practically hired actors for a margarine ad."

She let out a little watery chuckle at that and nodded, "I know... I know, you're right..." Wendy leaned back, then wrinkled her nose in distaste, "but really, this apartment is so ugly."

Vince let out his first real laugh, deep in his chest and rumbling against her back. Wendy smiled, eyes stinging at the fact she would no longer wake up every morning feeling him all but purr with soft snores, the exact same vibration she was feeling right now.

"Yeah, it's lacking some pink, don't you think?" he teased her, planting a kiss on her neck, "and some glitter."

She rolled her eyes, "I'm not sure about glitter for your little bachelor pad-"

"I'm happily taken," Vince scoffed, his voice muffled by her hair, breath brushing her ear, "stay the night?"

She knew what he was doing, trying to distract her with sex, the issue was... It was working. Wendy turned on his arms, shaking her head, "I can't, I have work tomorrow morning. But I'm gonna see you Friday and you're going to call me tomorrow night, right?"

He nodded, "yeah, probably during lunch as well-" Vince bumped his nose with hers, bending nearly in half to kiss her and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling Wendy off her feet.

This was so unfair, Wendy thought viciously, as Vince's hands dropped from her waist to her ass and she locked her legs around his torso, them stumbling back and falling on the cheap couch.

The furniture let out a groan under their weight and Vince muffled a chuckle against her mouth, feverish kisses dragging down her lips, her jaw, her neck-

"I really have to leave," she groaned, pushing him back. Vince let out a sigh, resting his forehead to her chest, since she had some height sitting on his lap.

"Alright, alright..." he planted a kiss the exposed skin, "text me when you get home?"

"Okay," Wendy nodded, before stealing another peck, "use the red shirt tomorrow, it fits really well."

"Yes, ma'am," Vince kissed her again and it took Wendy all of her self control to pull back, pushing him away. He walked her back to her car and it took them at least another handful of kisses, before Wendy found strength enough to hit the road.

She meant to go home, but just the thought of her empty apartment made her shudder and the knot in her chest get even tighter. Wendy parked the car in front of Jonah's building and quickly shot him a text, as well as letting Vince know she was home safe. A little lie he didn't need to know.

Jonah was wearing his olive silk pajamas set when he opened the door, looking super sleepy.

"Dee, what-"

"I can't sleep in my house tonight," she pouted and Jon's frown cleared up immediately. Her wordlessly stepped aside from the door and Wendy entered, noticing most of the lights were off. She had no idea what time it was, but it had already been nearly ten when she left Doveport.

"C'mere," Jonah sighed, wrapping her up in a hug and Wendy squeezed her eyes shut, sinking into his arms. He was warm, clearly taken out of bed.

Her eyes burned, stinging with tears, throat aching as she was doing her best not to cry. Jonah's chin pressed on the top of her head, "it'll pass," he whispered, "you're alright, I got you."

"Can I stay?"

"I'm not kicking you out at 2 AM," He scoffed, squeezing her a little tighter, "c'mon."

Wendy didn't say a thing as Jonah guided her further into the apartment and she didn't even register when they passed by the guest room. It only downed on her once they entered the master suite and she saw Leo curled up on his side, with JD happily asleep against his stomach.

She frowned, but Jonah simply yawned and slipped under the blankets on his side of the bed, lifting the covers as a wordless invitation.

Wendy chewed on her lip, but it was an empty gesture. She needed this, to be wrapped up and squeezed until her heart glued back together and she could be her powerful self in the morning.

She kicked off her shoes and crawled on the bed, taking half of Jon's pillow. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, yawning.

"Thank you," Wendy whispered, cuddling as close as she could and closing her eyes.

"Anytime, darling," Jonah yawned in return.

#mywriting #emotional whump #brotp #this is simply for MY benefit #wendy marshall #and also bc i needed to write Vin's departure in order to move on w/ my fics #bed sharing

[forestofsprites]

i think that when you're in awe of how love so consuming can fit in a body so confining, the best if only remedy is to bring it (dragging, scratching, clawing) into the realm of the external. it is in the saying and sharing of it, it's in the expressing of it with hands and meals and trinkets. it's in letting it warm your bones, radiating the confines of the flesh, but likewise extending that to those around you. love doesn't have to be a lonely, immured thing. the sharing of it won't bring you any less warmth, any less comfort. love won't depart you high and dry upon admittance. it's simply shared; rendered external, made tangible. no longer a singular consumption but more a concerted satiation

#all that to say that i consistently feel as though i'm bursting at the seams with the love holed up in my body #we all get that feeling that it has nowhere to go or simply that it's so magnificent a feeling that our vessels aren't suited for its #magnitude #but lately i think that while not a solution but certainly of benefit - making it external is vital #bringing it to tangibility in some way shape or form is an undertaking but perhaps a crucial one #share that shit!!!!! tell and show people that you love them!!! #oh it is consuming to love but it is likewise rather satiating #thoughts

[greenerteacups]

Are there any other wizarding families that are underexplored in canon and pique your interest in a similar way to the Blacks?

This is a unique function of what food my brain worms like to eat, but no one's doing it like the Blacks. The drama? The intrigue? The Gothic horror? The prodigal sons and lost daughters and killers and sinners and martyrs and saints? The wizard Catholicism of it all? The story of the House of Black is the best book never written.

#i do think the potters could benefit from fleshing out #like harry's got no cousins or grandparents on his dad's side and that's weird to me #because his parents were... 22? so... how early did james's parents die? and how? because they're not old enough for natural causes #though to be honest. if i could add one backstory to canon it wouldn't be the potters OR the blacks #it would be peter pettigrew and the story of his betrayal #most important decision in the whole fucking series. lynchpin of the novels' decade-spanning plot #and it's like. whoops. motivation machine broke! #WHY did he do it? we have no mcfucking clue #the potters and blacks are cool to think about but ultimately just extra dressing for the plot #understanding peter pettigrew is crucial to understanding why the novels happen and we simply don't! #EDIT: just remembered the pottermore canon that the Potters have james when they're much older and that's why they're not around #that's not satisfying to me for 2 reasons 1: wizards canonically have longer-than-normal lifespans #and 2: doesn't explain how/why the Evanses disappear after Lily's death #like I'm not saying they COULDN'T die — obviously could! my grandparents were all dead before my 20s #but that was like. cancer. and in one case aggressively accelerated liver failure #just like a throwaway line or something to clear it up would've been cool #since it's not so much a plot hole as a plot pothole #we can get over it but shit's smoother without

[mrsoharaa]

"Remember...we need to keep this completely professional and strictly discreet"

He declares firmly as he readjust the gizmo on his right hand, digitalizing his suit onto his glistening, perfect body. Watching the freshly embroidered markings that you engraved onto his beautiful, broaden back, fade from your lingering sight. Shifting up on your bed as you gently pull the crinkled sheets up to your bare, heaving chest. Slowly, watching his head tilt to the side to capture your longing stare.

"Nothing more then this will happen between us...I just want you to know that" he clarifies with a heavy sigh, fixing his posture as he opens up a portal in the midst of your dim lit room. Taking a final, shorten glimpse back at you, noting the distraught, broken look settling upon your face, before vanishing within the glowing inter dimensional circle.

"...Yeah, nothing..."

#I'm a TOTAL sucker for 'friends with benefits' trope where one character develops strong inevitable feelings for the other while #the other clearly wants nothing more then just the hot steamy hookup......to simply 'distress' them or 'clear their minds' #but EVENTUALLY leads to said character to developing the same feelings in return! these are/will always my fave tropes! <33 #yes yes this was about mean prudent Miguel :( #don't worry...he TOTALLY wants you trust me #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderverse

[juno-infernal]

i started fallen london just in time to be greeted with an update and much excitement about kittens. i do not know what the deal is with the kittens but i’m excited too. who wouldn’t be excited about kittens? i am curious about the kitten details but the much more important and pressing question is can i have a kitten. please.

#m #fallen london #i do not know the lore or the mechanical benefits of the kittens in question but it is enough for me simply that they are kittens. #of some sort. #(i will consult the wiki. but i had to register my own enthusiastic confusion first.)

[electric-plants]

kaveh: you can’t make cyno do everything for you alhaitham

alhaitham: i don’t

kaveh: he’s literally carrying you right now

alhaitham: okay fine. cyno, put me down then

cyno: do i have to??🥺

#haino #cytham #cyhaino #haino incorrect quotes #alhaitham #cyno #kaveh #what im saying is that cyno is the one asking to do it #i think about cyno carrying alhaitham around #All The Time #i simply think they are ‘always wants him in his arms’ and ‘always happy to be carried’ bfs #the carrying is more more cyno wanting asking AND benefiting despite alhaitham getting to do literally nothing #do you understand my vision #like i GET the cyno is good for alhaitham because alhaitham gets to be pampered #but PLEASE consider alhaitham is good for cyno because someone finally lets him take care of them as much as he wants #like man would not be embarrassed is perfectly content to take care of himself but ALSO perfectly content to take the things he’s offered #am i making sense do you UNDERSTAND #because they make me crazy #theyre BOTH what the other needs #ughhhh #genshin impact

[boeing747]

like listen i dont think russia needs any defending but its amazing to me how "all russians are evil genocide supporting warmongers" mentality so often coexists with "every representative on every political level in my country is actively supporting a genocide in palestine and overwhelmingly anyone speaking out against it is punished and blacklisted and arrested" like ????????????????????????????? are we not on the same page? that our political systems as a whole inherently support the murder and disenfranchisement and ethnic cleansing of vast swathes of population for a nations own political gain?? how is my uncle being pilled by russian propoganda any different than your uncle being pilled by the every single Palestinian is a terrorist and deserves to die narrative being pushed out??? is it not a curse that we must collectively organize and fight against ???

#speaking on this topic because i am in fact russian-ukranian sorry guys my aunt lives in a fucking warzone and half cousins are refugees #and no. i dont think russians as a whole need defending because their daddy government is doing ethic cleansing obviously. what i mean is #the crazy cognitive dissonance that allows us to completely lose sight of solidarity. something that actually would benefit every anti-war #and pro peace movement in the world. #are we not only as strong as our unwavering principles of peace? #i simply do not believe that let the citizens of a country experience pain and repression and isolation and laugh until they overthrow thei #government somehow is a rational approach to solving global issues. and i feel like this should be overwhelmingly evident to most people

[the-ships-to-rule-them-all]

I don’t think people realize how all consuming October 7, the war and the rising antisemitism is to most Jews right now. I was just on a five day family trip and nearly every single conversation ended up circling back to what’s going on in Israel, across the world and at home. My mom knew Vivian Silver, an incredible peace activist thought to be held hostage and I had to sit there and watch her realize that not only was Vivian murdered at her home 38 days before but that she was likely burned if it took this long for her body to be identified. I was forced to sit there and watch my mom, my favorite woman in the world, watch her face crumple. We were sharing updates, accounts to follow, venting and releasing frustrations. It is a constant unbreakable struggle right now for me and most Jews I know to not be glued to our phones, to not pay attention. Because we’ve seen what happens when we don’t. Because we can’t afford to turn our backs on what’s going on. And there’s a deep ever present grief not only for the victims of October 7th, the innocent citizens of Gaza, the hostages and also for my own personal sense of safety and security. I am also grieving what is a shattering beyond measure of my present and future trust in people as I’ve witnessed how easily well intentioned kind hearted people have decided to say nothing, publicly or privately, or who have quickly fallen into vicious antisemitic rhetoric. I’m just sharing into the void at this point but it’s been unimaginably hard on a personal level. I’m not the same person I was when I went to bed on October 6. It’s as though I’m a shadow, made of grief and anger and tiny fractured bits of hope. Every piece of joy feels as though it’s been muted because of how quickly it fades. And even the moments that last are related to my Jewish identity somehow. I am not sure where I go from here.

Have a cat gif for reading all of that

#abby speaks #jumblr #I don’t know if anybody in the tag relates to how I’m feeling but it feels like the right place for it to go #not tagging I/p and antisemitism though this post deals with it because I don’t want to get bombarded #Jews can reblog as can followers #I’ll say it here to fend of comments; this is my personal reflection #I’ve stated several times that I believe in a Palestinian state and their rights of self determination libration and pursuit of life #I simply don’t believe that that should come at the cost of Israel’s right to exist and to Jewish safety around the globe #if that makes me a Zionist than I am a proud Zionist #I firmly believe that those taking advantage of this pain and horror to spread hate will be judged by karma #that includes the settlers in the Israeli West Bank; Netenyahu and his corrupt colition #and anyone who is ripping down and defacing posters of the hostages #Hamas is a terrorist organization that benefits no one but themselves #if you truly cared about the Palestinians you would have understood that they need to be removed and their agenda dismantled

[feliciadraws]

Thinking about the Gävle goat and how there is something oddly beautiful about how it was eaten by birds rather than either burning or rotting

#like HEAR ME OUT #in giving itself as food for the birds #it gave itself to nature and provided them food #instead of simply being destroyed by fire or decay #it provided food and nourishment #instead of just…destruction or decay #I don’t know where I’m going with this and I’m not sure what happens to it if it isn’t burned down #but I just think it’s kind of beautiful in how it gave something back and benefitted the birds of nature #when ordinarily it would have just been destroyed #my brainpoops #gavle goat #gavlebocken #Christmas

[daydadahlias]

you can't reclaim a word that's never been used against you

#if you've never been called fat before please dont use that word #as someone who has been called fat a lot in my life in very painful ways... y'all dont get it #and i dont want people within a hundred feet of a word they dont understand the connotation/power of #im really just sad and tired of seeing non-fat people call ashton fat. because it just Keeps happening a *lot* and i just like #cannot stomach it at this point. i mean i literally see it FREQUENTLY and now ive just seen some stuff about it on my dash tonight and like #it brings me to tears literally every single time i see it. and i *never* see fat people call ashton fat ever. it is *only* non-fat people #and it's because they just simply do not understand how that word feels. and i shouldn't necessarily fault people for it BC they dont get i #but people writing feeder fics about him?? and going out of their way to describe his body in a way they never would a thin person's... #and more than that. like. he's not *fat*???? that's just not the right word. sure he HAS fat. everyone does #but calling him fat pointblank is just like... i do not see the benefit in it. he's Big. he's Muscular. but he's not *fat* #and it makes me think that you dont know any fat people. when that word has only ever been used in a derogatory manner by the majority #i mean that is NOT a neutral word. at this point in history. and if you have never experienced the harm that it can bring i just #i mean i dont know why you *want* to be using it #so yeah uh saying my bit on that bc y'all know me #im a little blabber box chatter mouth #and it's just something that i see a lot of especially on ao3 and one of the primary reasons actually that #i dont really read new fics by authors i dont know #because the way people treat ashton's body is very different than how they treat others' #and it's usually not fat people creating that content SO! #please uh consider maybe the words you're using... and how they could affect others! #ok i have a lot of homework to do tonight so im gonna. hunker down and do that #and feel Not Good about my body because if you think *ashton irwin* is *fat* then #i dont really want to know what you think about an actual fat person

[simplytolkien]

Wow, I’m getting a lot of aggressive messages about my opinion of Rings of Power. I knew there would be some push-back from our lovely modern internet society, but this is stupid. I never said the show was perfect, but I enjoy it, and I hate this snobby nit-picking. Why our society has come to believe that this sort of tiny-minded critical attitude shows how intelligent and sophisticated you are, I don’t know, but it’s frankly stupid. It just shows you up for being ignorant and lacking in grace. Especially since right at the beginning of the show it says ‘based on The Lord of the Rings and Appendices by J.R.R. Tolkien’ right on the screen in the intro. Based on means not 100% faithful. In any project. And the complaints I’m getting about changes to the story show that people haven’t actually paid attention to the original lore anyway, and all but two of the complaints are about things that actually are accurate. They just seem to be riding the seemingly ‘cool’ wave of hate for the show that started long before there ever even was a preview released. Some people made up their minds when it was announced that it was going to be bad, and they seem to be controlling the narrative about it, which is a shame, and people who have such a need to be ‘cool’ follow along without their own opinions as usual. But I think the show so far is strong enough to overcome such narrow bigots and stand firm in its own merits and be loved by people for time to come, and if some people want to watch it and be angry and miserable, that’s their loss. I do know some people are actually not going to like it, and hey, that’s okay too. Just give it a fair shake before you actually decide you don’t like it.

Yes, there are a few issues with Galadriel so far. They are changing her story and timeline, but that isn’t a deal breaker for me. I don't mind her taking a more active role in the wars, just like I've said before that Arwen riding Frodo to the Fords, while not at all accurate, is still one of my favourite scenes in the movies, and they had more scenes filmed with her along those lines that didn’t make it to the films. As a woman who loves Tolkien, I understand that he definitely wasn’t the misogynist he’s often accused of being. He wrote many beautifully strong women and wrote several who expressed dissatisfaction with the ‘traditional’ notion of womanhood, Éowyn being the most famous. And of course, Lúthien, based so lovingly on his wife, was anything but traditional. Another favourite of mine is this quote and conversation between Erendis and her daughter in Númenor. I like that these projects are portraying strong women, even if it isn’t in the exact same places where Tolkien did. Galadriel fighting isn’t far-fetched to how her character was written. Tolkien even had her mother-name (one of three names elves are given) mean man-maiden because she was such a tomboyish elf, always riding and hunting and doing it all better than most of the men (and also because she was taller than most women and had a deeper voice). So far she is somewhat tactless, grumpy, and hasty, but I think it’s simply a case of early-episode overcompensation. I’ve seen it over and over in shows where they come out of the gate really hard with a character’s attitude for the first few episodes to firmly establish a character in viewers’ minds, and then they begin to mellow or soften their approach. It isn’t my favourite approach, but it is commonly used in the industry. I am hoping they give her more grace soon. And it isn’t Morfydd Clark’s fault. I think she’s doing an amazing job with what they’re writing for her and how they’re directing her. The only things about her that aren’t exact for the role is that she isn’t tall or deep-voiced, but she can’t change those... Otherwise, perfect.

But you have to understand that Galadriel was a rebel. She was a rebel and a leader in the rebellion of the Ñoldor when they left Valinor because she strongly desired to rule her own kingdom. She was full of pride and ambition, and that was her driving force for many many years, which was why she was still tempted by the Ring in the Third Age and had to resist to be allowed to sail back into the West. No, she never would have sailed for Valinor (which I think was included to portray her rebellion against the Valar), and yes, she should have met Celeborn by this time, but again, this show has five seasons planned. It’s only been three episodes. Give it time. Yeesh. And I myself am not sorry that we potentially get to watch her love story happen. But she wasn’t a ruling elf from the beginning. Eventually for a time she and Celeborn ruled a small group of elves sort of like a fiefdom under Gil-Galad before moving into what becomes Lothlórien, so her being a commander under Gil-Galad isn’t ridiculously far-fetched.

When it comes to Elrond, the theme in the messages I’m getting is that he isn’t being treated right because he’s a lord and not a politician, like he’s being treated like a nobody. Again, people need to read more of Tolkien than Lord of the Rings to talk about these very aged characters. Lord of the Rings was the very end of Elrond’s life in Middle-Earth. Rings of Power has his earlier role spot on so far. He wasn't Ñoldorin, who were the ruling elves at this point, or even a High Elf since he was never in Valinor. And he wasn’t full elf. He had some human and Maia. (I’ll post a cool breakdown of Elrond’s genealogy that 5ummit created after this.) He wouldn't have naturally had a high position with the Ñoldorin at this point, but it goes a long way to showing how he was valued that he was Gil-Galad's herald and a captain, which is lore accurate. He wasn't the heir of all major houses as such. He wasn't even a prince while Galadriel was a princess in both the Ñoldor and the Teleri. Elrond’s line was respected and loved since he was Lúthien’s great-grandson, but it wasn’t a ruling line (ringofsecrets is right; he was royal through Lúthien, but they no longer had a kingdom). It was just that after the first war with Sauron, he was one of only two elf commanders who survived, Cirdan being the other, and so Elrond became a ruling elf because he was loved and wise. He was offered the title High-King, having been connected with Gil-Galad, but he turned it down since he wasn't of the bloodline of the High-Kings through a male ancestor (even though he was through a female ancestor) and because so few of the Ñoldorin were left that it didn’t matter. And actually, Galadriel had a far closer claim to that title herself, being niece or great-niece or something close like that of the first High-King. (I get all the F names in her family confused when I haven’t read The Silmarillion in a while.) But I don't think anyone wanted the title. The four Ñoldorin kings all came to bloody ends... I do like that they made Elrond and Galadriel friends since eventually Elrond marries Galadriel’s daughter.

And then there was the comment on the post about the hobbits and their age, but it was worded oddly, so I’m not sure exactly what you’re saying? I think you mean the culture is portrayed as too old, like hobbits didn’t exist for another 2300 years? But again, there’s nothing objectionable here. In Tolkien’s lore the hobbits came from more primitive ancestors, the same ones Gollum came from, and if you remember, Gollum had found the ring over 500 years before ‘The Hobbit’ happened, and he was in an established group in the east where Isildur would have dropped the ring when he died. It was in the same region that Beorn lived, east of the Misty Mountains near what became Mirkwood. There were three breeds: Harfoots, Stoors, and Fallohides. The Harfoots and Fallohides were the first who over time travelled north and west to finally settle in the Shire because of various unrest and dangers, especially those caused by Sauron moving into and settling in what became Mirkwood. The Stoors, the breed Gollum was, moved around in the east a lot longer and interacted with the Dunlendings some before finally moving west into the Shire. These hobbits aren’t early. They’re simply living primitively in the east, just like Tolkien said the three different breeds who were the hobbits’ ancestors did before they came to the Shire and intermingled until they were one people. And unlike every other race in Middle-Earth, Tolkien didn’t once write an origin story for hobbits. He never described their creation. The first record of interaction with the ‘Big Folk’ was with the Éothéod, the ancestors of the Rohirrim, in far-away times and in the east, so no one knows when and where they originated.

I never said I thought Rings of Power is 100% accurate to the books. That never happens in any project, especially one that says ‘based on’. But I love that it seems so far like they're staying true to more than people think. Really, so far they’ve just changed some of the timelines or minor events. The actors have interviews explaining some of the thinking behind decisions made, and the creators themselves said that some of it would be different to the commonly held versions of Tolkien's works because Tolkien was ALWAYS changing things. I mean, he worked on this world for decades, so he was always fiddling with timelines and lineages and so on. Even some of the main characters and events in the Silmarillion changed quite a few times after the Silmarillion was written, including Galadriel and her whole family of Finarfin and Fëanor and such, who were changed enough times that it's still not clear who Gildor Inglorien is. That's why the creators of Rings of Power consulted Tolkien's grandson Simon. They wanted his knowledge of some of the more obscure information since Tolkien was changing things until he died. I think that's cool. It feels like they're honoring Tolkien's whole approach to his world instead of just saying 'this is what it was period end of.'

No matter what they do, there will always be people who want to gripe and complain, and then there will be people who legitimately don’t like it, and that’s totally okay. I mean, I hate Game of Thrones, but I don’t go around the internet taking it out on people who like it. Let them enjoy what they enjoy. I’ve learned to just let people be themselves and enjoy the cool things that can come out of that, even if it’s not necessarily what I would do. That doesn’t mean it’s wrong, and if this is how the creators want to honor Tolkien, they’re the ones who had the courage to approach studios and say, ‘Hey, we know we’ve never made a tv show before, but we love Tolkien and have this great idea.’ And then they put in the hours and hours and hours of work. Don’t tear down the people that do things if you’re too scared, lazy, unmotivated, or unable to try yourself. I know I wouldn’t be interested in doing it. I think they’re doing a beautiful job with cosmetics and graphics and just creating a beautiful world for these characters to live in, and I’m going to enjoy my journey through it, along with the other people who choose to live with gratitude and enjoyment and sent lovely messages and comments. :)

#rings of power #tolkien #simply tolkien #my tolkien nerdom came out strong in this post #stronger than normally anyway #but i just thought maybe there are some people that will judge less harshly if they know some of the history #like i hated the way cate blanchett did galadriel's voice in the lotr movies #until i read tolkien say that she had a deeper than normal voice #now i'm like that is so right! #and any studio financially benefits an awful human being #most are just wise enough to stay out of the public eye #are you going to boycott every movie or tv show ever made? #any more hateful message senders will be blocked #sorry not sorry #it's just a tv show #grow up #i still love the show #let's just see how it goes

[goldensunset]

see it’s not that i hate when people criticize media that i like. i LOVE criticizing my media i do it constantly. it is in itself a manifestation of my love for the media. my problem is simply that i hate seeing criticism immediately after having first finished the media and therefore while still being in supreme hype mode. when i first get done with something i’m too busy reeling from how amazing it was to be willing to tolerate any negativity at all because i’m just absolutely over the moon with excitement at that moment and i don’t want it to be ruined for me even if i’m already subconsciously aware of certain flaws. once a few months have passed and my brain has settled down i can absolutely palate negative critical analysis. so when i say i don’t like haters i just mean it’s unfortunate when other people’s hyped up thought suspension mode doesn’t last as long as mine. like can you wait at least a few days after the thing drops before complaining using the main tags please

#like i’ve blocked people not because i think they’re bad people or objectively wrong #but because i didn’t wanna see it! simply did not want to see it at that moment. i was curating my experience #then i later unblocked them for what it was worth #see if it’s something i’m several months or years late to then yeah that’s fair #if it’s brand new then like. c’mon man you’re ranting already? can you not enjoy it quietly for half a second #peach rambles #i am also just a very hype mode optimistic interpretation lens kinda person #i am always giving media the benefit of the doubt even when i am criticizing it #so that’s just another personality difference between me and some people that makes me not get along with them very well

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

wusband!! I love you 🙏

I LOVE YOU TOO HUSBAND :3

#asher answers #thalia my beloved <3 #char if you see this like you did the ivy post me and thalia are simply platonically married for tax benefits

[phoenix-rising-starbird-one]

German punctuality means everyone is on time except the fucking train. Except that one time you have to catch the train and it leaves right in front of your eyes. Two minutes early! Fucking gotta love this place.

#there are times I hate it here #I really wanna get my driver‘s license but I’m holding off until I have 100% confirmation that I can stay here #cause I’m not paying €2000 when honestly I have my American license and had that one since 2008 #with my renewal expiring in 2030 #I’m also still not sure if I want to stay here #the benefits don’t always outweigh the bureaucratic hell this country is #and I’m simply not making any friends here #I’m really not sure if coming here was a mistake #I know I know I gotta give it time #but honestly #I can part with everything I have and live with very little and maybe I should’ve done that #maybe I should’ve tossed everything and start somewhere where no one knows me #I don’t know #I just know I feel more lost here than back in Hawaii #and maybe that makes me ungrateful #to what I have but I am very VERY miserable here and I know it’s not just an attitude issue or me #I feel lost and alone and just don’t care for anything here other than my sister.

[queerofthedagger]

every year I'm like hey why is my mental health so fucked and then I remember it's fucking july

#oh summer how I fucking loathe your very existence #i don't even get the benefit of all those seasonal depression memes everyone's like #oh no i simply love melting in my sack of skin this is great like. ok #anyway #mona rambles

[marlenacantswim]

Fic ask,,, The Editor,,, "You're Gonna Need to Call A Doctor."

You're Gonna Need to Call a Doctor

He's alive. For a brief moment, he thinks this unfortunate, as if he were dead, he wouldn't be experiencing the ghastly stench of his pulverized boss. Former, boss, he remembers. As the events of the past few hours return to him, he tentatively opens his eyes, and sees only complete darkness— a rarity for him. The overall silence in his mind seems to indicate a complete shutdown of the thought broadcast system, and the darkness probably means there's no power to floor 500. It's strange: he almost feels asleep.

See, to minimize any excess heat, lighting on floor 500 was kept to a minimum, which of course necessitated ocular enhancement for The Editor. As such, since being chosen all those decades ago, he could always see in the darkest of environments, even with closed eyes. Add to that his constant operator-level access to the stream of consciousness only ever deactivating for his monthly rest, and it becomes pretty clear why his idiotic human instincts are yearning for a hearty nap at the mo. How blissfully unaware of them.

Alright, enough of this stupidity: where the hell is he? He hears the sounds of searing and thick bubbling, so he can't have been out that long. The amount of heat going on is also tremendous, but living and working in an icebox for several decades hasn't exactly tempered his perception of temperature. He tries to move. There's a lot of wet resistance; his backside must be covered in Jagrafess sludge. "So disgusting," he moans to himself, pushing himself away from the chilled wall of the lifeless computer system. In his panic from Suki's bafflingly strong corpse-grip, he'd rolled himself under the main console as a last-ditch grasp at survival. A typically brilliant call on his part, seeing as the metal paneling retained its cold temperature, and likely shielded him from the onslaught of molten innards.

His struggling motion must set something off, because a single light somewhere in the room hums to life. It's on for maybe a second before it fizzles out, once again leaving him blind. "Woooow, how thoughtful," he muses to no one. As he continues to inch his way out, he notices both his legs can move completely unhindered. A devilish smirk crosses his face: "Ohh, see that, you mole? Really tried your best, didn't you?" Feeling around for the edge of the console, he pulls himself up to a sitting position. "All the good that did you, ay Suki? Still had some kindle of life in you, and you wasted it! Your husk boiled away, and I remain completely untouched!"

As if on cue, that same bulb from before reawakens. The first thing he sees after the writhing masses of sinew coating the place are his legs: his left, loafer still shiny, and about two thirds of his right— the only two thirds that seems to be remaining. "Aw, what? No, that— c'mon!" How annoying. It'll cost him at least 3,000 credits for a new one. The end of it, still sizzling, sits in a pool of what he first assumes is anti-freeze, before coming to the conclusion that no, actually: that's just what his blood looks like. He's never really seen it before; always assumed it looked like everyone else's— just how much altering did Max do to him?

Whatever. No time for an identity crisis— he's got to get out of here. For one, it smells like absolute rubbish, but more importantly, it can't be good that he's... leaking, and of course he's got to get the bum leg thing sorted. He's still got administrator clearance for the lift, he'll just go down to the 417th floor, fork over the credits for a leg prosthesis, and blend in with the citizens of Satellite Five until some new, decent opportunity presents itself. He pauses, staring at his reflection in the blue-ish pool of his own blood. His irises are so massive, and his pupils more jarringly so in the dim light. Would the masses even consider him human? The surgeons would probably take one look at the foreign substance seeping from his wound and report him to... well, himself, he supposes. This is what he gets for being too good at his job.

Maybe their expertly curated xenophobia is right, though. Would his name— his real name— even show up in their systems? What would a medical scan reveal? They'd probably find his genome more analogous with one of those cold-faring species. Regardless, It's been so long since another alien's been on the station, the medbay no longer carries anything but iron-based blood— certainly nothing resembling whatever's flowing through his veins. A frown forms, unbefitting of his face. "Bloody hell, I look pathetic," he spits. Fine. Screw it. Guess he's having this identity crisis now. Who the hell even is he without the Jagrafess's influence? Not that it was particularly grand; must've been a pretty flimsy system if it only took one fool and a lucky break to blow it up completely. All that aside, it still gave him power and purpose, and now what has he got?

He perks up— Knowledge. He tilts his head, and a foxy grin sneaks back onto his mien. He's got knowledge. Valuable, valuable knowledge. Knowledge of the Doctor, and his time-traveling capabilities. That anomaly and his human plaything may have squandered his previous, let's say, "business endeavor," but they've shown themselves to be a far more lucrative investment opportunity. He brings himself to his fee— foot. To his foot, and cackles. "Oh Doctor," he sneers, "won't you be excited to see me again." Perhaps there are some benefits to his unexpected survival. How many people in the universe know that there's a Time Lord frolicking about spacetime unsupervised? How fewer can identify him by face alone? The Editor gives another scan of the alien remains around him, and bursts out laughing. "Sorry for the late notice, Max, but my resignation still stands. I think it will greatly benefit both of us." He points at a lifeless eyeball that wound up in the chair next to him— "Can I put you down as a reference?"

As he hears the metered sound of the approaching lift, he puts on his most pathetic pitiable face, and begins weaving his sob story.

It's about time he became his own boss, don't you reckon?

#is there really any practical difference between 'five lines' and uhm #'ten paragraphs?' #anyways what if i took a one-off doctor who villain and made him down bad for the doctor and also Still Alive? #and expanded his lore because i took the 'simply being human doesn't pay very well' line literally #these are the benefits you get when you're portrayed by simon pegg #sorry this took so long whoop; i forgot she was in my inbox #how to doctor who tags work uhmmm #simon pegg #doctor who #nuwho #the editor #the long game #running my mouth #made this with my hands #sometimes i write #ask and you shall receive