uses for old robes


They were clothed in the bodies of old men, restricting their powers so that they would only assist to the peoples of Middle-earth and not seek domination like Sauron, who was also a Maia. By inhabiting the bodies of Men they were ordered by the Valar to assist the people of Middle-earth through persuasion and encouragement, not force or fear. Being clothed in the bodies of Men they also became susceptible to all the weaknesses of a physical body, they felt hunger, pain, greed, sorrow, joy, and all other emotions and pains of Men.

anonymous asked:

Okay so my lil peach isn't exactly a romantic partner. It's my son, actually I should say "son". He's my 1yr lil fat sausage of a rat. He's very spoiled but he's the reason I'm alive. He hates the heat but loves the cold, he uses an old ripped up robe as a nest and he bundles up in it when it's cold. His lil nose sticks out and I cry. I know it's unusual but he's my lil peach. His full name is Kurtus Cornelius The Third. Kurt is his nickname though😁🐀🐭

aww that’s lovely! it’s not weird at all, pets are wonderful

3am with you: Dan Howell (Part 2)

read part 1 here :)

Warnings: language, drinking, feels

“Ok, let’s just think this though,” Dan said, running a hand through his hair. 

“What is there to think about? We are in some random person’s flat!” I spoke back in some odd mixture of yelling and whispering. 

Dan squeezed his eyes shut and put his head in his hands. “Okay, let’s start with when we left the party, what can you remember?”


“By the way, I’m (Y/N)" 

With that, we set off down the street. I already had a few drinks in me, so I was getting a bit giddy.

"So (Y/N), tell me about yourself,” he said you as we strolled down the empty streets.

“Well, I know sign language,” I say (well, kind of, I still always forget the difference between thank you and fuck you, but same thing..)

“Really?” he said, somewhat surprised.

“You can say it comes in…handy… sometimes.” I poked at his side and laughed. He threw his head back and laughed as well, maybe a little too much, but seeing his face light up and the little dimple pop on his cheek made we laugh just as loud.

We walked along the road until we neared an old bar, illuminated by a blinking light that said ‘KARAOKE' 

Only about thirty minuets after that, we had finally had enough drinks in us where public humiliation is irrelevant. Dan and I clambered onto the stage. As the bar filled with more drunkards and lonely souls, we sang on, half drunk on vodka and half drunk on the moment. 

We stumbled around the stage, microphones in one hand, glasses in the other. Occasionally, Dan would sling his arm around my shoulder and look into my eyes with his drunk ones, while singing some cheesy old 90’s love song that everyone has heard too many times.

“You know,” Dan said as we stumbled out of the bar,“your not too bad of a singer.”

“Well thank you, your not too bad yourself,” I giggled. 

He went on to tell me stories about when he was growing up, and how he used to sing in plays. We were talking way too loud, as we were now walking in quiet and wealthy neighborhood, but at this point I was too drunk to care.

“Hey look!” I said, pointing down an ally between two town houses. There, behind the house, was a backyard oasis. Fairy lights dimly illuminated a small pool, which I could only assume was heated, as steam rose from its surface into the chilly night air. “Come on!”

We snuck between the two houses and Dan helped me over their fence (cheekily squeezing by bum in the process). Once over, I took both of Dan’s hands and, walking backward, I lead him towards the pool with a small smirk. Then, I slowly lifted my shirt over my head, stepped out of my jeans, and lowered myself into the pool. I beckoned him in as well. He slipped in, in just his boxers, and swam over to me. He, being much taller than I, was still able to stand; I quietly floated.

“You know, this is very much illegal,” he whispered. He was very close to me now, and I was too tired and drunk to swim any longer, so I threw my arms around his neck and by legs around his waist. For  a while there, we studied each others faces. I thought it was cute the way his hair curled at the ends now that it’s wet. His deep brown eyes–memorizing. I felt him leaning in towards me, and I closed my eyes. 

“Hey!” we heard someone yell behind us. An old man in a robe and holding a flashlight came running out of his house. “Shit, run!” Dan yelled. 

We clambered out of the pool, quickly grabbed our things, and hopped the fence. We laughed as we heard behind us, “I’m calling the cops!”

Now, running down the street in the dead of night, half drunk, and half naked may have looked strange to anyone else, but I was having the time of my life. We stopped behind a tree to put out clothes back on.

“I can’t believe we just did that!” Dan said to me. 

“I know! Did you see his face? Priceless!” I laughed back at him.

“Should we get a cab or something?” he questioned as we found our way back onto a main road.

I gave him a small smirk, “No way, it’s only two, the night has just begun.”


“Holy shit, we could have gotten arrested.” Dan pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“It’s still kind of funny. I can’t believe I sang karaoke.” I joked.

“Be quiet, if you haven’t noticed, we are in some else’s house!”

Just then, we hear noise coming from a door on the other side of the room. Dan and I lock eyes, and I give him a small nod. He walks over to the door, and slowly opens it, me peering over his shoulder. Inside, there was a small bathroom and there, on the counter, was a baby.

“Is that a fucking baby?” I ask in disbelief.

“Yup…” Dan said, his voice shaky.

“Dan, why do we have a baby?” I ask him, shocked.

“I have no fucking clue.”

AN: Hello Hello Hello. So obviously I am going to continue because I realized Dan could get into so much shit in one night and it would not fit in two parts. Stay tuned guys, there’s more where this came from!! Please comment or send me a message about what you thought!

Part 3

justhannibalinthekitchen  asked:

hey (it's justkylo-ren lol) I voted for you to keep your current url bc I like it a lot. and can I have a #4 for Obikin ?

Thank you! Uhm, it turns out that this is a learning exercise for me. Did I say ~100 words? This is ~600… And it’s also my first ever Obikin! (And this seemed like a legitimate excuse for clothes swapping at the time…)

Obikin - Clothing Swap - 625 words

“And the purpose of this is…?”

“As I have already explained to you, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, starting to sound a little weary of Anakin’s constant questioning, “the ki'iroek rely almost exclusively on scent and sound to see the world around them. Our deception won’t last long, but it will buy us the time we need.”

“Must I really wear your musty old robes?”

“They’re not musty! Now hurry up and undress.”

Anakin dredged up the driest look of contempt he could, thoroughly underwhelmed by his Master’s plan - he didn’t see the point in going to all the effort for just a few minutes’ advantage - but Obi-Wan didn’t see his expression, the old man already focused on letting his heavy cloak slip from his shoulders and reaching to his waist to unfasten his belt.

Anakin had to look away, his cheeks flushing as he started to draw off his own clothes. He, in part, could understand the plan, but why - of all the places they could be sent and of all the missions they had to undertake - did this one have to involve deceiving ki'iroek and swapping clothes with Obi-Wan in a cramped skeleton of an old ship? He supposed he should be grateful his Master hadn’t deemed it necessary for them to wash themselves thoroughly too. He wasn’t sure he could have survived that. Thankfully a precursory swipe of his own skin with a damp, lightly scented cloth was all Obi-Wan had directed.

A bundle of clothes was placed on the ground next to him as Anakin was still undressing, his movements for once slower than his Master’s. He felt eyes on his back, and grit his teeth as he felt himself blushing even harder.

“Look away,” he commanded.

Obi-Wan gave a light laugh. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Anakin flung his clothes, rather childishly, behind him, knowing from the sound and the soft ‘omph’ that he’d hit Obi-Wan in the face. Allowing himself a small smirk, Anakin started redressing as quickly as he could in the strange clothes.

They weren’t dissimilar to his own, but, still warm from Obi-Wan’s body, they felt different. Anakin could understand the reason for changing their clothes to help with the deception: his Master’s robes smelled distinctly like the man now quickly dressing behind him, and Anakin struggled with the peculiarity of wrapping himself in the other man’s scent. It felt oddly… comforting.

Struggling to school his features, Anakin slowly turned when he was done, not sure what to expect. Although they were roughly similar in proportion, he gave a smirk as he saw his Master trying to find just an inch more room around the waist.


Obi-Wan just gave him a piercing glare, ignoring the comment. “You had better return my clothing in pristine condition.”

They both knew he’d do nothing of the sort, and Anakin gave a low laugh. “Of course, Master.”

Obi-Wan shook his head wearily, hands reaching to draw the large hood up. It wasn’t necessary, but was habitual.

“Right, let’s get this over and done with. The sooner we return, the sooner I can be rid of your clothes.”

Following his Master as Obi-Wan took a step in the direction of the settlement, Anakin drew the hood of Obi-Wan’s cloak over his own head, the hem falling to conceal his eyes. It didn’t quite conceal the devious smirk - Anakin rather liked the idea of Obi-Wan wearing his clothes and surrounded by his scent, and also found a strange comfort in being clad in the other man’s garments.

The longer Anakin drew this mission out, the longer Obi-Wan would be forced to wear his clothes, and the more they would smell of the other man when they were finally returned to him.

He was going to make this last as long as possible.