Partner and I have been rewatching The Two Towers for the first time in a long time.
anyway, one thing that has always been weird for me is Eomer giving Hasufel and Arod to random strangers, just like that. Just giving them away, two horses, to a trio of foreign travelers he just met and had suspected of being spies.
like. what? This is Rohan. Horses are the thing you value above all else, I don’t care if their riders are dead, even if their riders don’t have actual heirs somewhere to whom ownership would pass (or Rohirric inheritance law works differently and ownership has somehow defaulted to their éored’s commander, IDK), you’re still a calvary force planning to see a lot more battle in the near future, chances are high you’re going to end up with horseless riders who’ll need them.
this time I actually processed the fact, though, that Eomer believes they’ve inadvertantly killed two innocents, prisoners of the orcs, the beloved companions of these travelers.
“If foreign names are so hard why don’t you have trouble pronouncing [insert celebrity here]?”
Because their name is well-known and repeated throughout TVs and newspapers and magazines EVERYWHERE so naturally, people will become familiar with names they’ve heard a lot and know how to pronounce them properly.
It’s not a conspiracy to purposely mispronounce your non-English name, nor is it English speakers not caring enough. We just haven’t heard your name a million times.
andreil and “idk you but you were getting hit on in public and you look super uncomfortable so i walked over and pretended to be your bf/gf, but hey while we’re at it, do you wanna go get some food?” if you feel like it! i love your writing, have a good day and take care <3
Four months into the season, and Neil has finally seen some game time. He’s even scored a few goals, cementing his spot on the bench at least.
It shouldn’t be comforting to see his name on the list of subs before every game. It is anyway.
They’re celebrating the end of a good series—a fifth game home win against New York—in a local bar, and there’s a stranger talking to Neil.
“You were really good tonight,” he says. He’s wearing a hat with their team’s logo on it and he has an empty pitcher of Sam Adams next to his elbow. There is a straw in the pitcher, and every so often he clamps down on it, sucking at dregs. “You should be starting. Tell Coach Albert I said that.”
“I will,” Neil says. “I’ll tell him a stranger at a sports bar says he should start me.”
“You ever score on Minyard?” the guy says. He waves down a server for a refill of his pitcher.
Prompt! Okay, imagine this: Shane and Ryan are investigating a house infested with demons, right? And the demons are like 'damn aren't they just cuter than a kitten in a basket?' So they start to purposefully scare Ryan in order to give him and Shane a proper push in the right direction!
The walls shiver with anticipation. The creaks ring across the floorboards and onto the porch, scaring the smaller one. She doesn’t have lips anymore, but the entity in the house grins, just because she knows how the emotion should feel. The smaller one should be fun to break, she thinks, as she can smell the fear coming off of him in waves. The bigger one is already attempting to laugh off her efforts, but she can see how his brows crease, how his shoulders stiffen ever so slightly; he worries after the smaller one. Well, isn’t that cute.
“I already hate this,” the smaller one whines, and the bigger one laughs. It’s a genuine, booming thing, and the house can tell that he enjoys the smaller one’s whining, if not his anxieties. She wonders if he loves him, but it’s not her job to know. She thinks he does anyway.
when hoseoks mixtape drop i dont know what ill do, ive been dying to see what goes on in his head on a deeper level + what beats hes whipped up like… this been in the works since like 2014 its gonna be monumental
“Dander,” Levi says, recalling the name on the placard hanging on the wall outside of the room. “Why’s she called that?”
“Well,” Eren, the man who has been introducing him to all the cats at the shelter for the past half hour, says, “she sheds. A lot.”
Levi hums. He can handle that. He holds out his hand and the cat sniffs it, nudges his fingers. Levi starts to pet her head.
Then she bites him.
“And she’s kind of feisty.”
Eren laughs awkwardly, voice dying off as Levi stares at him. He clears his throat.
“We can go look at the other cats again.”
The other cats. The nice ones. The cute one. The friendly ones.
Levi looks at Dander. The difficult one. The odd one. The temperamental one. The one that no one wants.
He knows the feeling.
“I’ll take her.”
“Dander. I’ll take her.”
“Really?” Eren’s face lights up. “That’s great! Isn’t that great, Dander?”
Dander blinks at him and flicks her tail.
“She thinks it’s great, too.”
Levi doubts that, but he isn’t going to burst the guy’s bubble.
“Alright,” Eren says, “we’ll just need to fill out some paperwork. It’ll take a few days to process all your information and make sure you’re able to–”
“Oh,” Levi interrupts, digging in the pocket of his coat. “Here.”
He hands Eren several papers that, in hindsight, he probably should have put in a folder rather than crumpling them and stuffing them in his jacket. It’s an official note, an allowance really, from his therapist to get an animal to keep at home, to help him. He’s skeptical it will actually work, but he’s willing to give it a shot. Hange suggested it, both as a professional and as a friend, and he values their opinion as both.
“Sorry. Should have given it to you before.”
“You’re…” Eren begins.
Freakish? Pitiful? A waste of space?
“…lucky,” he finishes. “This will speed things up. We can get you squared away within the hour. But you still have to fill out the paperwork. Unfortunately I can’t spare you the boring stuff.”
Eren smiles at Levi and Levi tries to smile back, though it probably looks more like a grimace. Whatever face he ends up making, Eren doesn’t seem bothered by it. He opens the door of Dander’s room, allowing Levi to exit first before following behind and shutting the door behind them. He fiddles with Dander’s placard, switching the removable sign under her name that says ‘I’m looking for my purrfect match’ to ‘I’ve found my furever home’.
“So there’s no confusion if someone else comes to visit,” he explains and leads Levi back to the lobby.
It only takes about twenty minutes to get everything in order. They send him home with a few days worth of food and some of Dander’s favorite toys to get him started, and Dander herself in a cardboard kitty crate that, judging by the way it tilts back and forth regularly, she is eager to get back out of.
Levi stops and turns, watches as Eren runs across the parking lot. He hands Levi a piece of paper with a number on it.
“This is my cell. Call me anytime.”
Levi raises eyebrow at him.
“About the cat.”
“Or anything really,” he says as he walks backwards towards the shelter. “Keep in touch, Levi.” Eren waves before turning and rushing into the building.
Levi waves back long after Eren is out of sight. It’s stiff and Levi pulls his arm back against his side almost immediately.
Dander meows at him loudly, her pink nose sticking out of one of the holes in the crate.
“Right. So am I.” Levi puts Dander in his car then gets in himself. “Let’s go home.”