can i tag this as the hobbit

Someone: You can’t like that character!!!! They’re PROBLEMATIC!!!!!!!!!!

Me: So are you. So am I. So is literally everyone who’s ever existed in all of human history.

Talk Him into Submission

Title: Talk Him into Submission

 Prompt: @bellastellaluna : I’d love to request a Thranduil x reader anything :D.  Part of the 26 Day Birthday Celebration.

 Summary: There is one council member you can’t stand, and truthfully, neither can Thranduil, mainly because the guy just won’t shut up!  So you decide to have a bit of fun.

 Warnings: Bullshit…just, you know when you just talk out your ass??  That is the kinda stuff in here…  Also, talk and hints at dirty stuff XD

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Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13

“I could do it…” You offer to your husband as he gives you a doubtful look.

“You have many skills, my love, but I don’t think even you have that much skill.”  He reached out to you and pulled you close, giving your hands a sweet kiss before nuzzling into your stomach.  You let him curl around you as he slumped out of the throne.  He loved doing this, and you loved it too, because it let you run your fingers through his hair, tease the tips of his ear, and when he has had enough…

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Hey guys! So I have been wanting to make a meet up for a while now so here we go

What Fandoms?

Well if you like/post (your blog doesn’t have to be dedicated to these) about the following, and are part of the LGBTQIA+ Community, you can participate!

Dan and Phil
Harry Potter
The Walking Dead


The meet up will be taking place on Saturday April 22 from midnight to midnight, in your timezone.

#(One of the topics above) fandom meetup
#tumblr meetup
And any other tags applicable

See you all soon!


The Hobbit: An Incorrect Quote
  • Bilbo: Are you okay?
  • Thorin: Yes.
  • Bilbo: Are you hurt?
  • Thorin: No.
  • Bilbo: *begins aggressively punching Thorin* THEN WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!

I’m sick of all the discourse and hate on my dash so I’ve unfollowed a fuck ton of people and now I need new blogs to follow!

Please like/reblog if you post mostly yoi and don’t get involved with any discourse/shiphate (or at least tag consistently so I can block it) and I’ll check everyone out ♥

edit: (this is a side blog so follows and likes from @assemble-the-hobbits)
Make Him Happy

Summary: You ignore Kili and he confronts you about it.

Pairing: Kili x Reader

Word Count: 1226

Part 1: Let Him Go

Part 3: Hold Him Close

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It’s a relief when Bilbo breaks you out of the cells. Bilbo releases you last and as you walk out, you realize Kili is waiting for you with a smile on his face.

He makes a grab for your hand, but you pull back, ignoring the look of hurt that crosses over his face. 

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stages of being on tumblr:

Stage 1: I like this! Very creative! Safe space! I don’t see what the whole fuss about being addicted to Tumblr is tbh.

Stage 2: There’s just… I mean…. there’s definitely some discourse but it’s a nice platform. And that art’s great!


Stage 4: Me? I’ve accepted my fate. But you should run while you still can.

Fading Spirit

Title: Fading Spirit

 Prompt: @igotanaddixon : For the request can I ask for a Thorin imagine/one-shot/, or anything else you want to write, about maybe when Thorin is affected by the dragon sickness and tries to throw the reader off the ramparts because she helped Bilbo with the Arkenstone? She escaped Erebor but being an elf, during the battle, she’s fading away and Thorin’s only hope to save her is to win the battle?

 Summary: The Gold Sickness takes Thorin and he makes horrible mistakes.  And he realizes his mistakes are even worse when Nori reveals the consequences of his actions.

 Warnings: Angst. Name Calling.  Language. Life Threatening Danger. Fading. Angst.  

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Originally posted by emilythelotrfan

Thorin struck down another Orc as he tried looking out over the battle field.  She has to be out here, she has to be!  You were not one to run from a fight, so you had to be out here.  He had to find you, he had to tell you, he had to beg for your apology.


“You damned elf, how dare you?!  How dare you betray me!  You useless whore!”  Thorin screamed at you as you gripped around your neck.  He could feel the muscles and bone shift under them as your skin turned a tinge of blue from the lack of oxygen.  “I should just kill you and get it over, you traitor.”  


Fili and Kili were the ones to pull him away, leaving you gasping for air as you scrambled away.  


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You Two Make It Better

Lafayette x Hercules Mulligan x Reader 

Note: okay this has been sitting in my docs for so long and I figured I should probably post it. It’s generic bad day fluff but I hope y'all enjoy it! 

Warnings: none that I can think of 

Word Count: 1500 

Tagged:  @tallish-hobbit @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox @justanotherone2u @angesansnom @lupinschocolatefrog @eternallyademon @i0do0not0knoe @iamindeedapotato @tailored-shirt-tails @ordinaryornate @star-trek-supernatural @femilton@noluckmonday @haletotheking24 @hmltntrsh51

Today was not your day.

From the moment you woke up, you could tell it was going to be a bad one. It was one of those mornings where you woke up with what felt like an empty pit in your stomach, like a black hole that made you feel uncomfortable from the moment you opened your eyes.

You went through the motions in the morning, shower, breakfast, getting ready for work, and head out the door still with that strange anxious like feeling in your stomach. Usually, you had Hercules at home with you in the mornings, while Lafayette has to quickly make his way to work, but this morning Herc wanted to get something done and left before you even woke up.

You tried to ignore the feeling in your stomach, to concentrate on something that would make you feel better but every time you tried to think of something else it was like the feeling got stronger like it was calling out for your attention.

When you finally got to the office and sat down at your desk you tried once again to focus on something else to ignore the feeling but it just wouldn’t go away.

As you tried to get yourself caught up in your work, your eyes drifted down to the picture you have framed on your desk. It’s one of you Hercules and Lafayette in Paris last year when Lafayette had taken the two of you to meet his family and show you around where he grew up. The photo is your favorite one of the three of you, you’re all smiling brightly at the camera standing in front of the Eiffel tower for the compulsory tourist photo in Paris.

A small smile pushes its way onto your face as you think about the time the three of you spent in Paris. You and Hercules loved seeing how excited Lafayette seemed to be, to be back in his hometown. He was so happy showing the two of you around, getting the both of you to try different dishes and doing his best to teach you as much French as possible.

You glance at the time in the bottom corner of your computer screen and sigh, you still have four hours until you can get home, and you can’t just daydream about your trip to Paris for the whole time to ignore the weird feeling in your stomach. So instead you decide to text Hercules.

It’s not a long message, you quickly send him a message telling him how crappy you’ve been feeling all day and how you’d really appreciate it if he and Laf could be waiting when you get home.

Owning his own tailoring business, it’s easier to talk to Herc during the day than it is to Laf. Herc can do what he wants and finish at whatever time he want’s to. Laf, on the other hand, isn’t as easy to reach, he’s a French teacher and is always busy either teaching or grading his students work to have any kind of proper conversation during the day and he doesn’t really have the option of leaving early unless it’s an emergency.

Luckily for you though, since Herc can choose to finish whenever he wants both boys can finish before you and be waiting at home for you when you get there, and that thought is what keeps you going all day long.

As soon as you open the front door, you can smell something incredible and you know Lafayette is responsible for it.

“I’m home,” you call out, dropping your keys in the bowl on the table by the door and hanging your coat up on the hook.

“There she is,” Herc says, making his way down the hallway to where you stand and wrapping his arms around you tightly, lifting you off your feet just slightly. “How you feeling darling?”

“Ugh, I’m just glad to be here with you two,” you mumble into his chest.

You let out a deep breath, allowing yourself to really relax into his hold. “You wanna talk about it?” he asks.

Before you get a chance to reply, however, an accented voice calls out from the kitchen. “Hercules, don’t hog all her attention I want to hug her too,” Laf calls out.

Both you and Herc laugh as you pull apart, he swings an arm around your shoulders tucking you close against his side. “Let’s go into the kitchen before french fry get’s upset,” he teases as the two of you make your way into the kitchen.

“There’s our girl,” Laf says as you and Herc turn the corner into the kitchen.

His face breaks out into his signature, wide smile and you pull yourself away from Herc to crash into him, letting the Frenchman hold onto you tightly.

“Oh mon coeur, I’m sorry you had a bad day,” he whispers to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your head. “I’m cooking your favorite French meal and I brought home the perfect wine to drink with it,” he announces and you can tell how proud he is of himself.

“Thank you, Gilbert,” you mutter as you reluctantly pull away from his hold. “I need to change into something more comfortable,” you tell them before heading into the bedroom.

After your long and miserable day you want nothing to remind you of it, so you strip out of your work clothes, pulling on a pair of leggings you rummage through the draws until you find an old t-shirt of Laf’s and one of Herc’s hoodies to pull on and after wiping off your makeup in the bathroom you make your way back into the kitchen with the boys.

While you were changing Laf had poured the three of you a glass of wine and he hands one to you after you pull yourself up onto the counter.

“Did you spend ages picking out ‘the perfect wine’ again?” You ask with a grin, swirling the dark red liquid around your glass before having a sip.

“He did. He kept pulling out the same three bottles before making a decision,” Herc explains.

“Do not make fun, I can’t help it if I like to drink good wine with good food,” he says, turning away to check on the food as you and Herc chuckle.

Herc moves to stand beside you, one of his arms snaking around your waist and you lean against him slightly.

“Hey I’m grateful for it, if I didn’t have you around I wouldn’t be able to pick good wine for myself,” you admit with a shrug.

“Me too, actually before you I never used to drink wine so I wouldn’t have known the difference between the good stuff and the bad,” Herc says causing Laf to roll his eyes.

“You are both lucky to have me around,” he mutters.

You smile, putting your glass down on the counter and slipping down onto your feet. You wrap your arms around Laf’s middle and rest your head on his back.

“I’m lucky to have both of you around,” you tell him sincerely.

At that, Herc comes up behind you, wrapping his long arms around both you and Laf, sandwiching you between the two much larger men.

Both the boys laugh at that, and Herc leans down to kiss your head.

“Sorry darling,” he says, pulling away and pulling you back with him. “I just wanted to show you how much we both love you.”

“I love you both so much,” you tell them, looking up into Laf’s eyes who has turned his head to look at you both over his shoulder.

“After dinner we were thinking we could watch some movies and cuddle on the couch,” Herc suggests, resting his chin on your head.

“And we bought the candy we know you like,” Laf says pointing to a bag on the counter.

“You two are too good to me,” you tell them, a bright smile spreading across his face as Herc squeezes you slightly.

You’re grateful to have two amazing boys in your life, they are always there for you when you need them, always ready to do what you might need to make you feel better when you’re down. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that you’re this lucky, to have these boys in your life.

“Oui, but it is because we love you very, very much. You know this yes?” Laf asks, smiling back at you.

“Yeah, yeah I know it,” you mutter, holding onto Herc’s arms around your waist as Laf comes over to hug you from the front.

With the boys around you, the smell of Laf’s cooking in the air and the taste of his carefully picked wine on your tongue, that horrible anxious feeling in your stomach has finally faded away until you’re finally feeling comfortable and happy again.


hey guys i unfollowed some (inactive) blogs and my dash is pretty empty right now. i’m looking for more blogs to follow and i’d like to make new pals on tumblr! so could you please reblog this post if your post stuff from these fandoms.

  • star wars
  • shadowhunters
  • harry potter
  • lord of the rings/the hobbit
  • marvel
  • dc
  • game of thrones
Hold Him Close

Summary: You try to leave but Kili stops you

Pairing: Kili x Reader

Word Count: 811

Part One: Let Him Go

Part Two: Make Him Happy

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Original Request by Anon: The reader is an elf who joined the company at Rivendell and she and Kíli have mutual feelings for each other. When they arrive in Mirkwood, Kíli becomes smitten with Tauriel and the reader begins to doubt His feelings for her. After they escape she gets stabbed in the leg with a morgul blade. When Kíli tries to help her she pushes him away. After they are healed in Laketown she tries to depart and Kíli stops her, but she hasn’t quite forgiven him yet…

Tauriel helps you off of the table and Sigrid joins her. They place you on the bench and you lean against the table, closing your eyes. You felt utterly exhausted.

“Thank you for saving her. She is my light and I am sorry for misleading you if I have,” you hear but in your addled state you do not know who is speaking.
“It has been my pleasure and I do not take offense for I had known that you had loved her and her you after I rescued you from the spiders. She however doesn’t know that.”

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please like/reblog if you blog about these fandoms so i can give you a follow?

  • star trek
  • fbawtft
  • yoi
  • hannibal
  • mass effect (TAGGING SPOILERS)
  • dragon age
  • borderlands
  • tony stark positivity
  • the hobbit/ lotr
Hobbit V Gremlin

Characters: Tim Drake (Red Robin), Reader (You), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Damian Wayne (Robin), Bruce Wayne (Batman).

Requested by: Anonymous.

Synopsis: Fluffy Batsis imagine where the reader is really short but is actually around Tims age.

Warnings: Language.

A/N: I tried to make it fluffy. I hope it worked. Also sorry it is short.
L/N = Last Name.
Y/N = Your Name.
Hope you like it!

Tags: @lastbeliever

“I can fucking deck you. You know that right.” Your patience with your brothers teasing you about your height was running short. And while sparring with Tim, he was pushing it.
“Doubt it.” Tim smirked as he lunged in for a punch which you blocked.
“Don’t antagonize Y/N, Tim.” Bruce said in a monotone voice while studying The Riddler’s latest riddle, not even glancing over.
Such a dad.
Tim leant in for another punch and you used his weight to your advantage and moved and kicked him in the back which sent him to fall flat on his face.
“Sorry. Forgot how low you were, I needed to punch further down.” He laughed as he stood up, positioning himself again into fighting stance.
“Tim, I’m the same age as you.”
“Whatever you say, hobbit.”
You swiped his legs out from underneath him and pinned him down to ensure he didn’t get up. His lip was bleeding from the second impact with the floor.
“What have we said Tim? Stop kissing the ground, she’s bad for you.” You teased.
“Ooh, did you call her a ‘hobbit’ again.” Dick mocked from his motorbike he had just rode in on.
Tim pushed you off him while you were distracted.
“Hey.” You cried out.
“Yeah. Though it’s because of her hairy feet.”
You pouted and crossed your legs and slapped him on the leg.
He looked down at you. “Ow.” His face looked quizzical. “I’m kidding.”
You poked your tongue at him.
“Say your my age again. I dare you.”
You tackled him and you two didn’t know if you were still sparring or not.
“Okay. My turn.” Dick interrupted. “I wanna spar.”
“With who?”
“The 'hobbit’.”
“Gladly.” You glared and began without warning.
“Argh. Bruce!” Dick yelled, struggling to dodge your rapid hits and kicks.
“I said don’t antagonize her.” He still didn’t look up.
“Tt.” Damian scoffed as he watched from afar.
Dick’s eyes widened at the kick that went straight for his face and barely missed it. But he wasn’t paying attention as you kneed him in the groin.
Dick hunched over and squeaked. Face red and veins popping on his neck. “Shit.” He wheezed.
“Only in this family is this normal.” Tim mumbled.
“I’m sorry.” You immediately apologized. “I was channeling my anger. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Dick breathed out.
“Really, L/N?” Damian strolled over. “It’s improper to hit a man there while fighting.”
“It works, doesn’t it.” You resumed you sassy attitude towards them.
“It’s because of your height. It’s easier to access than their face.”
“You’re one to talk, gremlin.” Tim chuckled, amused at Damian attempting to tease you about height.
Bruce sighed loudly at his table and rested his head in his hands. “I need a break from this.” He mumbled.

anonymous asked:

why do you tag everything 'hey nonny nonny' and 'step into the light'?

They’re both automatic tags for asks. “Hey nonny nonny” goes on asks that are sent from anonymous askers and “Step Into the Light” just goes on any ask I get

Hey nonny nonny is a reference to a piece by Shakespeare and thus a choral piece made from the same thing that I did in high school. Step into the light is a line from the Hobbit that Smaug says to Bilbo when he wants him to come out where he can see him while he’s talking to him.

The Riven Crown: Chapter Twenty-Four

‘We may have won the battle, but I fear the war with winter is just beginning.’

The aftermath of war is no laughing matter. Those who died must be honoured, those who are wounded must be healed, and those who remain need food and clothing, peace and sanctuary. With Thorin’s life hanging in the balance, it is up to Bilbo and the rest of the Company to rule the rag-tag remnants of Erebor in his place.

Then there is the matter of the gold…

Can Bilbo save both king and kingdom, or is Erebor destined to fall deeper into ruin?

(Bagginshield, WiP)

Read it on AO3

Or Start at the Beginning


Oak x Reader

“So how should we do this?” Lin asked some of the cast, waiting for suggestions. They all thought for a second.

“What if we just locked them in a room together?” Daveed suggested.

“That’s a little overused man,” Thayne said. Jon nodded.

“What about locking them on the roof? It’s summer, so they would be fine outside, and if something bad happens they can jump onto the fire escape,” Pippa suggested to the group. Jasmine nodded.

“I like that idea.”

Lin nodded.

“Alright, here’s what we’ll do.”


“Hey Jazz- oh hey Y/N,” Oak said nervously, seeing that you were in the room and not Jasmine.

“Hey Oak,” you replied, just as nervously.

The two of you had been crushing on each other forever, but neither of you were ever able to get really close to one another for a long period of time.

You both would stumble over words, causing immense blushing and nervous hand gestures.

“Uh, do you know where Jasmine is?” he asked. You felt a little down hearted.

“No, sorry I don’t,” you replied, looking away from him and back to your phone.

He sighed.

“Thanks Y/N.”

He left the room and you put your head in your hands. Why couldn’t you just gather a little bit of courage and talk to him for once in your life.

‘Oh what am I going to do?’

You flopped down onto the couch and stared at the ceiling.

You don’t know how long you laid there until you heard a knock at your dressing room door.

“Hey Y/N,” Daveed said, peeking his head through the door. “Can you come help me on the roof real quick?”

“What do you need help with?” you asked, getting up.

“You’ll see, just come on up.”

You followed him up to the roof, going up and seeing Oak through the door.

“What’s going on?” you asked, turning around as the door slammed shut in your face and locked.

“Hey! What is going on, let me in!” you yelled pounding on the door. Oak sighed behind you.

“It’s not going to work, I’ve already tried.”

“What’s going on Oak? I feel like something is up.”

He looked at you and then at the skyline.

“They’re trying to set us up,” he mumbled.

You gaped at him.

“I’m sorry what? Could you repeat that?”

“They’re trying to set us up,” he said loudly, not looking at you.

You stopped for a second. Should you?

“Hey Oak, can I ask you a question?”

He glanced at you.


“Can I-can I kiss you?” you asked nervously.

His head shot over to look at you. He walked over to you, making you nervous. But you stood your ground. Here goes nothing.

“You want to kiss me?”


“Well not if I kiss you first.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up to met him.

He kissed you softly, a kiss full of love. It was amazing.

“Finally!” Someone cried as the door opened.

You looked behind you.

“I’m going to kill you all.”

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anonymous asked:

My Grammy was a teacher, and I would spend part of the summer with her when she had some classes to teach and I didn't. This was in the third grade. Anyways, she installed me in the library for about half the day, and when she came back to get me for lunch I was thumping around chanting about Hobbits. I had found LotR and the Hobbit. I ended up being a Hobbit for Halloween that year.

But did you go to Isengard?

Originally posted by accioahobbit

(All asks without a story are tagged Caffeine Answers. I’m not currently accepting any more book stories! We’ll have to have another day of them :) For now I’ve closed my ask until I can get through all these awesome stories!)