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An ever increasing list of stories I’ve written for Halbrand/Sauron x Galadriel.
I’ve also been a semi-prolific Jaime x Brienne fic writer in the past (115 stories over nearly 10 years - which is crazy to think about!) and have dabbled in Critical Role (Widowjest) and Star Wars (GingerRose)
Never known a smith’s aide who could do that.
Today is Jared's birthday, and this post seems perfect to celebrate this lovely man.
No fewer than 7 people expressed appreciation for my penis yesterday
Graffiti found at Pompeii
so who else gets irrationally afraid and embarrassed about their interests being known to people in real life
I call this “residual anxiety from being bullied for everything that made me even slightly unusual every day in junior high.”
During the First Age, the War of Wrath changes course. On the island of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the Isle of Werewolves, one of Sauron’s former strongholds—is the seat of the Necromancer’s power. Instead of sending his wolves out to kill Finrod after capturing Felagund in his dungeons, Sauron demands an exchange for his life. Galadriel offers herself. | Galadriel and Halbrand discuss a potential type of future together. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. 130.2k | 4.6k chapter.
Halbrand stared at her with a dumbstruck, horrified look on his face, not knowing what to say or how to respond to anything she had said to him. The horror she could not explain, though his speechlessness she could give reason to it. Galadriel reached up to touch his face with her hand, her fingers grazing along his cheek in a soothing manner.
“If you,” she whispered to him, looking him straight into the eyes as she said it, “are to be my new husband, we ought to make plans together.”
“Plans to make new kingdoms?” he asked her, quirking a single eyebrow up at the claim. His skeptically furrowed brow said more than his words, though.
Galadriel cocked her head to the side, furrowing her brow as well. Her eyes narrowed as her palm slid to his cheek along with her fingers. “What else would you build in the ashes of a fire?”
I have three modes of reading
one of the reasons why "what if people went on a road trip and it was weird" is one of the oldest story types is that a lot of sense of personhood has been, historically, tied to place. the weird road trip says "what if we went somewhere else, where no one knows us, and tried out being a different person".
Odysseus, the famous liar, goes on a weird road trip & over the course of it becomes several different people, and then comes home & is all those people as well as himself, wearing the echoes of those other people
What’s that quote? There are only two kinds of stories: a man goes on a journey, or a stranger comes to town.
i would legit listen to a whole album of ambient music made like this
And the album has to include the purring and “mow!” Sounds
I could listen to this for hours!
this cat purring and mrah-ing at this board is the only meditation music I need until the end of time
…omg. YOU CAN BUY THE TRACK. XD The kitty’s person is selling it on bandcamp. AMAZING. *drops some money in the tip jar, runs off with a sweet meditation track*
alright go support your local ambientkitty 🐱https://t.co/AhDHrOJ79i
— 🪙 QRTR 🪙 (@qrtrmusic) September 30, 2019
If you stayed the age of your birth DAY forever, how old you would be?
writing fanfiction is wild. i could make these two characters do anything. i could make them get married rn. the possibilities are endless
AH, YES, THE HORRORS™
Thinking about how Dawn goes to sacrifice herself and Buffy doesn’t let her. She is not at fault for her existence. Thinking about how Buffy chooses to stop her sister from being eaten by the same world that foretold her own death when she was only a year older. A meaningless death she walked into because she didn’t have all of the information. And the tragedy of The Gift is that Buffy dies, but the triumph of The Gift is that Buffy decides to die and have her death mean something - both the world and her sister are saved. She has all the knowledge, for once, and she wins.
And the horror of Buffy the Vampire Slayer is that it is a world in which one teenage girl, plucked from innocence and ignorance, is sacrificed for the rest of us. Whether it’s Dawn or Buffy or one of the many slayers that came before. The tragedy of Buffy the Vampire Slayer for me is the dehumanization of these girls. Dawn selflessly acting to sacrifice herself is an act of heroism; Buffy stopping her is the moment the show tells us that Dawn *is* a person, actual and whole. And Dawn’s life is worth the world because all of our lives are.
Dawn in The Gift is the through-line for me to Buffy in Chosen - the choice to break the cycle of forced sacrifice. The choice that looks at all those girls and makes the world recognize they are more than cannon fodder. More than objects to be used and abused and discarded. The potentials become slayers who have the ability and the free will to be heroic, to choose to fight - to have the knowledge and the power to decide what to do with it.
The same way Buffy does on that tower, staring at her brave sister. The sister who doesn’t know there is another way, and who is willing and ready to walk to her death.
how to get rid of the feeling that there is something irreversibly and unforgiveably wrong with you?????????
Dismantle capitalism bc it's probably why you feel that way in the first place.
Shut up work friend, there is not someone for everybody and you don’t just magically find love or intimacy when you’re not looking for it.
Summary: As Gal readies herself for the final fight, the good of Elrond and the evil of Halbrand see that her strength is truly restored.
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: Some brief smut, and bloody violence!
Artwork featured courtesy of the lovely @klynnvakarian 😘
getting comments on ao3 makes me go so power hungry like. oh yeah you read the thing?? you read the WHOLE thing and even took time out of your day to give your WRITTEN INPUT on it???? make out with me.
just know that if you ever leave a comment on my fics i love you
