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Legends of Tomorrow | 2.17

Ray, listen to me: Whoever that is, she’s an imposter. Take her out.


Star Wars Age!Squash AU, Comic #02

Initiate Era - Master Dooku & Qui-Gon

Master Dooku has the highest standards and only chooses the most elite of the elite as his apprentices. Initiate Jinn is a prodigy and looks perfect on the records and is also exceptionally gifted in sensing the Living Force. Master Dooku thought he would make the perfect Padawan. Sometimes, Master Dooku is wrong.

Or, Master Dooku has to bribe a young Padawan Qui-Gon with Obi-Wan’s company in order to get him to do anything.

[A/N] In this AU where everyone is happy, almost no one is evil and everyone lives, Master Dooku is that grumpy grandpa who looks super scary but is actually ridiculously soft once you get to know him. Qui-Gon is his third apprentice, and all three of his Padawans are ridiculously rebellious (and spoiled) in their own ways. You’ll meet the other two soon <3

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Legolas x Short!Reader Headcanons

A/N: Just looking out for my fellow vertically challenged fans out there (; enjoy!

• This boy has definitely used you as an armrest before. Putting his arms on your shoulder or head has become a common practice between the both of you; and while he knows you could (and probably would) break his arm in a split second, you don’t really mind having his touch on you 24/7.

• Legolas loves carrying you. Because you often grumble about the injustice of his long legs and how you practically have to run to keep up with his long strides, he often lifts you up on his back, slings you on his shoulder, or carries you bridal style to “help you keep up with him”. Not that he minds, of course. The sight of your beet red face and flustered demeanor makes it a worthwhile investment every single time.

• Since Leggy is a literal tree, kissing him can be quite a difficult task. He enjoys watching you try to elongate your body as much as possible to get to him, often standing on top of your toes in an effort to reach his face. To him, the image of your nose scrunched up with frustration in an attempt to make contact with his lips is one, if not the cutest things he’s ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Eventually, you come to the end of your patience and grab him by the collar, dragging him down to your level. Although he misses the entertainment, the feeling of your lips perfectly molded against his is more than enough to compensate for it.

• Your small frame makes cuddling easy. Rather than squirming around trying to find a comfortable position for the both of you, your petite figure allows him to wrap his body around yours with ease. He’ll nuzzle his face into your chest, wrapping his lean arms around your waist and pulling you close, inhaling your scent deeply. No matter how many times he does it, you always flush with slight embarrassment, ears turning a rosy pink at his intimate action. Nonetheless, you’ll swing your hips around his midsection and stroke his hair lovingly, undoing his braids and letting his hair fall free in waves. He’ll hum in satisfaction at the feeling of your fingers gently weaving through his tresses, voice thrumming against your chest and sending waves of love coursing throughout your body at the sound of his voice.

• Legolas is Extra™ when it comes to you. If clothes are ever too long to fit your body, he’ll arrange your closet to be tailored to your size. No matter how many times you claim the length of the sleeves on your nightgown is just fine, thank you very much, he’ll send clothing down to get altered perfectly to your body. Even though Legolas makes a show about the injustice of having no clothes that fit your body type, you know he just wants an excuse to see you in his clothing. His clothing is comfortable and you don’t mind being in it, however, it’s difficult to explain to his father why you show up to the breakfast table wearing his son’s shirt, wrinkly and oversized with sleeves draping over your hands and fabric spilling over your shoulders without receiving raised eyebrows and airy giggles from soldiers and servants alike.

• One of the most rewarding things about being short is that you’re the perfect height for forehead kisses. Legolas is free to shower you with tiny pecks on your head and little displays of affection that don’t disgust or disrupt the people around you. He also uses them as a comforting tactic for whenever your nerves kick in. Being as observant as he is, he memorizes every body movement that signals your discomfort and knows your fidgeting down to a T. Whenever you show signs of distress, he’ll give you little pecks on your hairline and gently brush through your locks with his nimble fingers, coaxing your anxiety away. He knows better than anyone that, sometimes, actions speak better than words.

• Given the elves and their free spirited nature, dancing is a common practice among them. Whether it’s a festival or just an everyday activity, they are often seen gracefully twirling and prancing to the sound of harps and flutes, laughter and banter mingling together with the music to form gentle melodies that drift throughout the forest. Because of Legolas’ status, he was taught how to dance at a young age and is very adept at the art of bodily expression. You aren’t bad at it yourself, in fact, you are quite the contrary, but your parents never told you how to deal with a height difference while maintaining an elegant composure. More often than not, attempts result in the two of you collapsing in fits of giggles, questioning your decision to try it out in the first place. It wasn’t entirely your fault, though. His trademark smirk and slightly raised eyebrow peering down at you does make it hard to keep the regal aesthetic.

O Orofarnë, Lassemista, Carnimírië!
O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay!
O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer’s day,
Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and soft:
Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bore aloft!
O rowan dead, upon your head your hair is dry and grey;
Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever and a day.
O Orofarnë, Lassemista, Carnimírië!
—  Bregalad the Ent singing to Merry and Pippin of ents he was fond of before they were cut down by Saruman’s orcs. Orofarnë, Lassemista, and Carnimírië are their names. Lord Of The Rings, Two Towers, Treebeard.

honestly the high fantasy genre is suffering because authors can’t stop ripping off tolkien and basing their worlds off the same few shitty medieval european countries complete with Historically Accurate Misogyny™, HF has so much untapped potential for creating beautiful and diverse and interesting worlds and authors just squander it by rehashing middle earth over and over


R.I.P. Christopher Lee.
We will always remember you and your work. As a tribute, I’m sharing this song he performed with the Tolkien Ensemble, singing as Treebeard.

“In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring.
Ah ! the sight and the smell of the Spring in Nan-tasarion !
And I said that was good.

I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand.
Ah ! the light and the music in the Summer by the Seven Rivers of Ossir !
And I thought that was best.

To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn.
Ah ! the gold and the red and the sighing of leaves in the Autumn in Taur-na-neldor!
It was more than my desire.

To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbed in the Winter.
Ah ! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches of Winter upon Orod-na-Thön !
My voice went up and sang in the sky.

And now all those lands lie under the wave,
And I walk in Ambaróna, in Tauremorna, in Aldalómë,
In my own land, in the country of Fangorn,
Where the roots are long,
And the years lie thicker than the leaves
In Tauremornalómë.“

~ J.R.R. Tolkien