a/n: first of all i am PISSED because i had this entire thing written and then my laptop shut down and i lost the entire thing and i am on the verge of tears okay. secondly, this was cute to write and i hope you like it. i like the concept! i may do more nonfamous!boy in the future :)
“Hey, (y/n), what do you think about all of these rumors?”
The paparazzi blinded your vision with the flashes of their cameras in your face as soon as the exit door from the nightclub opened. You were put right on the street– or into the eye of the paparazzi, you liked to call it. Questions were being yelled at you, along with others screaming your name in hopes to get a picture of you looking in their direction.
You held your head down, walking quickly through the mob of people. You glanced behind you, trying to find sight of your boyfriend, who walked with his hands shoved into the pockets of his black skinny jeans. His head was down, mirroring your actions in attempts to avoid his face being seen.
I wonder if I’m gonna be alive by the time we have arab characters written the same way white characters are?
No mention of terrorism and war.
No mention of money and oil.
No mention of desert and camels.
No mention of religion and bigotry.
Just a normal character who just so happens to be Arab?
“We’re leaving in twenty five minutes, people!” Dean announces pulling his focus from the view of the private balcony in your hotel room. He pauses waiting for a response but is only met with silence.
“So glad they fucking listen to me.” As Dean huffs under his breath, he marches throughout the suite and ends with a burst through your bedroom door.
You meet his distracting jade eyes briefly before returning your attention back to the rack of dresses you’re agonizing over. Your stylist continues offering suggestions but you’re not thrilled with any of them.
“Y/N…why aren’t you dressed?! We need to leave asap so we can arrive before the crowd.”
If you could pick your dream actors and actresses for your characters, who would they be?
LISTEN having had these characters for almost a decade, i’ve thought abt this many a time. many many a time.
when it comes to actually casting it someday in the future, i do stand by my goal of having unknowns play the six main characters because that’s like… really important to me to give new actors a chance the way that i would’ve wanted a chance when i was a young screenwriter.
but APPEARANCE WISE, i’d be willing to party around here and give ya the lowdown / my “fancasts” let’s say.
Characters: Thorin, Company, Reader. Setting: Erebor after BOTFA (Everyone lives, fix-it). Synopsis:
Firmly established in Erebor and fed up with the tedium of their daily
duties, Thorin’s company tries to revive old times by going on a camping
trip. Meanwhile, Thorin is reconsidering his choice of queen and trying
to avoid the company’s well-intentioned meddling into his love life,
with mixed success. Warnings: NSFW. Angsty. Hurt/Comfort with a lot of hurt. Notes:This is the first sequel to THE LONG DARK. It will make a lot more sense if you read that story first. My thanks go out to my darlings @hardlyfatal, @fromthedeskoftheraven and @snugsbunnyfluff for listening to my interminable whining about this story, making
excellent suggestions and slogging through my first (and n-th) drafts
without a single complaint. Words: 1525
Tic, tac, and we move to that place of lesser resistance, where inertia rests, and there is no danger.
— Luis Gil de la Puente
The next day, when the pink light of dawn met your aching eyes, you
crawled to your feet in a daze. You hadn’t slept a wink. You looked down at
your fingers, counting painstakingly. What did two and one make again? Ah.
Three days without sleep now.
The world was oddly hazy when you packed your bedroll. Thorin was there
for once. You were so surprised to see him that you handed him your breakfast
bowl automatically. As you belatedly realized what you’d done you expected the
usual rejection, but he surprised you by taking the offered bowl. He studied
your face with a frown as he did so.
You gave him a vague nod, unable to process so much attention from him
after days of nothing, and turned away to get another bowl. Picking up the
spoon with little enthusiasm, you tried some. It tasted like cardboard mixed
with glue. You placed the spoon back into the bowl as you chewed and swallowed,
knowing you wouldn’t be able to stomach another spoonful. Then you sat there
numbly until it was time to clear the dishes away.
You had never known quite such an exhaustion — or if you had, you
didn’t remember it. It was nearly restful to drift, feeling nothing at all.
Your hands, lying in your lap like dead birds, seemed to belong to another
person entirely. You pondered that idly as the Company broke camp all around
you, did all the things you usually helped with — dousing the remains of the
fire and covering it with fresh earth, washing up and packing and cleaning up
You only looked up when Fíli’s face appeared in your line of sight. He
placed a hand on your shoulder.
“We’re leaving now,” he said, studying you with worried eyes.
You let him pull you to your feet. He helped you shoulder your small
backpack and grabbed your elbow when you promptly stumbled over a small mole
“Are you well?” he murmured.
You offered him the same airy nod you’d given Thorin. “Never
better,” you droned.