*desole

Headcanon list

I just all of a sudden had an idea for a heartbreaking and fluffy headcanon for King Thrandy of Sasswood (it’s kind of legolas x reader if you want it to be) but it’s worth reading I promise:

• Thranduil and his queen had a girl before having Legolas

• She was a lively and bright elleth that loved nature and the woods

• Her dad tried getting her into diplomatic stuff since she was the firstborn of the family and would eventually take over Mirkwood one day but she found it boring “because you can’t play with mr. elk and negotiate a peace treaty between two kingdoms at the same time, ada!”

• So when she was supposed to be alongside Thranduil in meetings to learn how to be a good and regal councilwoman, she would sneak out with her mom (who was totally on board) and run to the gardens where she was taught how to make a flower crown

• She instantly fell in love with it and made a dozen of them to bring back Thranduil because she could see how the stress was getting to him and wanted to make him happy

• After the meeting where Thrandy is looking for her, she runs up to him, beaming with a dozen crowns draped on her arms and one placed lopsidedly upon her head

• She gets a light reprimanding from him because “you’re going to be running this kingdom one day, and I’m not leaving Mirkwood in the hands of an elleth who can’t take things seriously!”

• Thranduil’s wife scolding him and telling him that “she just wanted to make you happy!” while his daughter bows her head in shame, drops the crowns and walks back to her room

• His daughter decides that she’s going to stop at nothing to make her ada smile again and works hard to break his stone facade and basically perfects the art of flower crowns in the process

• The garden is utterly and completely destroyed by the end of it but Thrandy’s wife grins and encourages her to “keep on going, you’re doing great!”

• Daily she brings them to him, hoping for at least a tiny hint of a smile on his lips, but all she gets is a “not now, my dear” or a heavy exhale mixed with fatigue and slight disappointment

• One night, she slips past the guards and wanders into the forest to find more flowers but is abducted and ultimately killed by orcs in the process

• Thrandy is grief stricken and watches her slowly become one with the forest

• He places a bouquet of her favorite flowers every day

• After a bit of a dry spell in his relationship with his wife, they get a bit friskay one night and she’s pregnant with another baby (this time it’s Legolas)

• Him internally promising to himself to never let this child go and to protect him to the best of his ability

• Thranduil never tells Legolas about the sister that he had because he’s still not over it and comes up with an excuse and a story about why he goes to the garden every day

• Over the years, after his wife dies and Legolas grows up and gets married, his wife tells him that she’s pregnant with a girl

• Him being ecstatic and telling his father right away

• After the child is born, Thranduil takes one look at the child and notices how much she resembles his lost daughter in how she moves and the sounds she makes

• Him tearing up and Legolas and his wife getting really concerned because “you didn’t even cry at our wedding!”

• Him being almost oddly attached to their daughter and loving her so much

• He spoils her rotten and takes care of her whenever Legolas and his wife are off somewhere on a mission or a trip

• Legolas’ wife taking her daughter through a stroll in the gardens and telling her stories of braiding flowers into her dad’s hair and making flower crowns for him and plopping crown after crown on his head while he was sitting “in tune with nature”

• Her getting strangely excited about flower crowns and asking “is that what grandpa wears every day?”

• Her mom laughing and asking her if she wants to learn how to make one

• Them spending the whole entire afternoon making flower crowns for Legolas and Thranduil

• Legolas’ daughter jumping into Thrandy’s tired arms and giving him a bear hug after a long day in the throne room discussing politics

• Her beaming, offering a flower crown to him, barely intact and practically falling apart as a “cheer up gift”

• His eyes tearing up and remembering his daughter and how she would make him crowns every single day for the same exact purpose

• Him taking off his crown, placing it on a nearby table while she puts it lopsidedly on his head, grinning with eyes shining like beams of morning light as she asks him if he likes it

• A single tear running down his cheek as he tells her quietly that he loves it

• Him holding her in an embrace for a record amount of time, quietly sobbing into her shoulder while she remains quiet and hugs him as tight as she can

• She brings a new crown to him every single day in the morning so he can wear it while working

• His crown collecting dust as he, day after day, no matter how terrible they might look, puts each crown on his head and prepares for the day ahead of him

• Guards and other elves looking at him in a peculiar fashion while eyeing the crown on his head that is both way too small and barely holding itself together suspiciously but knowing better than to ask questions

• Him raising an eyebrow and asking them, “problem?” every time he gets a weird look

• Them quickly apologizing and running off to do business while silently reprimanding themselves for staring at the king for too long

• Legolas’ daughter loving grandpa Thrandy with all of her being and not telling a single soul that she witnessed him crying

My best stuff comes
when I’m the only
motherfucker
awake for miles.
That’s where
my heart is.
Jumping fences and
crossing some desolate
highway.
I have to go there
to find it and when
I open the gate or
cross the bridge,
I come back with words.
I feel things again. I can
smoke a cigarette to my
favorite song, think
of you and smile.
When I wake up
it’s gone again,
but
I know
where it goes
every single time.
—  bg-the price of writing

Okay, I have ALWAYS wanted to do a post apocalyptic story!! Ever since I was cynicalsimming… So… to go along with Fawn’s story I’m setting up a story called Desolate. It will be posted pretty sparsely because it’s harder to set up and I have to actually make cc for it (yikes) but it will run at the same time as Fawn’s story!! I’m v excited!!

3

Joe’s place hasn’t changed. It feels immediately and uncomfortably like home.

Barry can’t meet his eyes. Joe’s expression is radiant, like a man in the desert led to the first water he has seen in years. “How’ve you been, son?” he asks affably. Am I your son? Barry always has been, to some degree, but if Iris died before they were married, legally Joe and he are strangers. It makes his stomach hurt.

“Happy to see you,” he lies. Joe hugs him and tears crowd Barry’s eyes. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “What can you tell me?” he asks, once he is sure that he can let go without breaking.

“About Savitar?” Joe exhales, the desolation around him only mitigated by the aching promise of reprieve. Don’t be a mirage. Barry tries. For them, he always will. “Not much. He’s very powerful and very well-informed.”

“We don’t know who he is,” Wally chimes in apologetically. “What’s your plan?”

Barry wants to throw up. Ask what worked for you flies out the window. “What didn’t work?” he deflects.

Joe exhales deeply; he looks so much older in glasses. “You want the long version or short version?”

Please please make it quick. “Long.”

anonymous asked:

On KyloRen being see as 'whiny' and how people percieve masculinity, It got me thinking about how people say that Rey in the same situation could have been a man and she's just a hero who happens to be a girl. So how would people have taken to a nearly 20 year old man, who was a skilled, competent pilot and mechanic, who speaks several languages waiting around on a desolate rock for his mommy and daddy to show up? That wouldn't be the right kind of 'masculinity' either...

Yes, absolutely. I’m sure that if Rey had been a man there would have been lots of calls for her to ‘grow a pair’ and man up. I’m also pretty certain that people would be nowhere near as interested in the parentage question if Rey were Ray instead. They would have just accepted him as our new hero, who grows beyond his childish longing for his family and becomes a hero. Since Rey, however, is a young woman, it means that audiences have very different expectations and preconceptions. For a whole host of complicated reasons, they can’t accept her as her own person, and they certainly can’t accept that her power is innate and just a part of who she is (thus all the ridiculous Mary Sue name calling).

042517 Thoughts //

I wasn’t the “religious type” nung dati. Ni pumasok sa simbahan di ko magawa kasi surebol sunog de haha and then I met this guy which is very religious sobrang kabaliktaran because naniniwala siya sa mga sulat sa bible at ako naman sa mga pilosopiya ng mga patay na tao. Pero he accepted me, nirespeto niya ako even though nagcocontradict yung paniniwala namin. Minahal niya ako kahit damage akong tao.

Until one night he told me something about his condition. From the moment he said “I have AML” I was astonished like the words won’t sink into the depth of my soul. The whole night I was contemplating, I was overthinking. Like should I save myself from another heartache and leave him fighting for his life alone or be with him every desolations he’ll face. A day after that I impulsively went to church. I was so confused that time so I tried reaching out to Him asking for answers or signs. I never talked to God for so long and he made me do it. As I was praying alone inside the church I was crying my heart out, letting out all the pain I had.

So the moment I went outside the church I felt so light, like every torments was washed away by positivity so maybe it was a sign. A sign that I should fight with him.

After that Pao was overthinking and acting, speaking impulsively due to heavy sedation. Inaway niya pa ako nun and from being my positive spirit animal to the most pessimistic ass. From that moment, I should’ve left. But I didn’t, I love him so much to even leave him suffer alone. God gave me this much strenght so would be able to be with him every step of the way. So I let my subconscious hanging and relied to what my whole soul’s making me do, relied to what God wants me to do. He needs me during those moment. He needs someone who would see his worth and what he is capable of. So I became brave for him, I became the person I should be to make him fight for leukemia. I became this childish girl to a brave young woman and that was the best decision I had so far.

Isang sakripisyong ginawa ko pa was to make him as my official boyfriend. He once told me “Alam mo sa totoo lang. nag take ka ng risk. kasi diba alam mo naman may sakit ako” so I answered him without hesitation “Yes, you are worth the risk love. Ginawa mo ako maging brave baby. I don’t care kung ano man mangyare in the end basta all I want is to be with you every single pain, tears, torments you will face. I will embrace every desolations that’s consuming you. Kaya ganon nalang ako kapursigido kasi I want to be the last woman you will love and treasure”

And now, mas lalo akong nafafall sakanya kasi naging strong siya para labanan ang pesteng leukemia na yan. He’s making me brave and being with him is how I repay.

I would still fall in love with him kahit makalbo na siya because of chemo. I would still fall in love him kahit mamayat siya and magmukhang barbecue stick. I would still fall in love with him kahit mamutla na yung lips niya at magchappy. I would still fall in love with him kahit mapuno ng pasa braso at likod niya. I would still fall in love with him everyday. Sabihin niyo ng corny ako pero wala in love ako kay Pao eh and I never thought it was still possible to fall in love this much. So I would thank God for giving us strength to fight through all of these! Pao’s right Nothing’s impossible to God

KEEP PRAYING FOR @paw-zan’s FAST RECOVERY! :)
ELEGY

Strange seed planted
in everything we do.
Go for a walk and sadness
clings to the cuff, sock
and shoe. You see how
it climbs the steps of the wind,
haze above a field,
getting into your head and eyes,
an allergen of grief.
You cannot sleep or breathe,
and where you want flowers
it crops up like a weed.

The taproots are deep
and just a little rain is all it needs
to sprout a
new and thrive.
Small busy bee of the mind,
nose buried in the bloom of it,
desolate hive.

Green film of absence
that coats everything.
I sneeze at the public doves,
white gloves, swept oceans.
Your loss closes the throat
and makes each hour a ghost.

BRENT FISK

LEST WE FORGET

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

4

“It was just at this moment that Bilbo suddenly discovered the weak point in his plan. Most likely you saw it some time ago and have been laughing at him; but I don’t suppose you would have done half as well yourselves in his place. Of course he was not in a barrel himself, nor was there anyone to pack him in, even if there had been a chance! It looked as if he would certainly lose his friends this time (nearly all of them had already disappeared through the dark trap-door), and get utterly left behind and have to stay lurking as a permanent burglar in the elf-caves for ever.”