Imagines...

The names Madeleine

[lotr-imagine-hobbit]

Imagine Thranduil being your Father.

Submitted by anon

[spacetalbot]

I laughed so hard omg

[freewheelingbisxual]

TID Setting up their Christmas Tree

Will: *sings to the tune of Jingle Bells* DEMON POX DEMON POX DEMONS ALL THE WAY 

Jem: by the Angel Will.

Tessa: Sophie, fetch the bucket. We’re drenching him back to his senses if he doesn’t stop in the next two seconds.

Will: *clams up* *picks up strings of tinsel*

Charlotte: Cecily, be a dear and fetch Henry. We need him to help the boys lift the tree.

Cecily: *scurries off*

Will: DEMON POX, DEMON POX!

Will: Jem, help me out here! Tessa’s got a duck!

Tessa: We told you to stop with the demon pox!

Jem: You deserved that, Will.

[thedailynephilim-deactivated201]

I’m dead

(via @HarryShumJr)

[clandstn-deactivated20230102]

“A wolf pack: the first 3 are the old or sick, they give the pace to the entire pack. If it was the other way round, they would be left behind, losing contact with the pack. In case of an ambush they would be sacrificed. Then come 5 strong ones, the front line. In the center are the rest of the pack members, then the 5 strongest following. Last is alone, the alpha. He controls everything from the rear. In that position he can see everything, decide the direction. He sees all of the pack. The pack moves according to the elders pace and help each other, watch each other.” -Unknown Cesare Brai’s photo.

[wolveswolves]

This must be the biggest nonsense I have ever read about wolves on this website, next to the persisent incorrect usage of the outdated “alpha beta omega” ranking terms, and that one weird 9GAG post. 

I mean, without knowing anything about wolves, and just using common sense alone, you could figure it’s weird to let the sick wolves do the hardest work which is slogging through the thick snow, paving the way for the rest of the pack. The reason wolves walk in line simply is to save energy. So logically, instead of sick wolves, strong/healthy individuals who can deal with the hard work will walk in front. 

Usually, the leading wolves are first in line. The leading wolves of a pack are the breeding pair who automatically becomes the leaders of the pack - comparable to human families. In more complex packs where there isn’t such a natural pack composition (such as artificially composed packs in zoos, or several packs merged together), the ranks-implying term “alpha” is still in place to refer to the leading wolves. The original caption of this photograph refers to the first wolf in line as the “alpha female”, which would be in place if this is one of those merged packs - something very well possible, looking at at the absurd high number of wolves in this pack (25). Large packs like these are typically possible because of either merging, or because of rich prey base. 

Also - surprise surprise - the ambush part is complete nonsense as well. That’s just… just, no.

Original caption and source of the photograph: 

“A massive pack of 25 timberwolves hunting bison on the Arctic circle in northern Canada. In mid-winter in Wood Buffalo National Park temperatures hover around -40C. The wolf pack, led by the alpha female, travel single-file through the deep snow to save energy. The size of the pack is a sign of how rich their prey base is during winter when the bison are more restricted by poor feeding and deep snow. The wolf packs in this National Park are the only wolves in the world that specialise in hunting bison ten times their size. They have grown to be the largest and most powerful wolves on earth. Photograph: Chadden Hunter/BBC NHU” [x]

[thedailynephilim-deactivated201]

I’m dead

(via @HarryShumJr)

[dancing-with-my-shadow-in-1983]

“I’m hungry for knowledge.“

[simonlewis]

The Shadowhunters cast plays shadow puppets.

[dailyharryshumjr]

harry shum jr + the glitter

[simonlewis]

[innerwreck]

Highlights from the Shadowhunters’ NYCC panel 

[fangirl-heda-deactivated2016032]

[crystalmethimagine-blog]

in ponyboy imagines:

person: what's your name?

ponyboy: ponyboy curtis.

person: that is an amazing and beautiful name. your parents must've been so artistic and smart.

in reality:

person: what's your name?

ponyboy: ponyboy cur--

person: ponyboy???? wtf kind of name is that???? u a horse????

[crystalmethimagine-blog]

Johnny: hey ponyboy, that's some nice hair you've got there

Ponyboy: thanks bro lolz

Johnny: it would be a shame

Ponyboy: no

Johnny: if something were to

Ponyboy: nO

Johnny: happen to it

[baltering]

[padfootingprongs-remaking-deact]

is this once upon a time

[magicmumu]

No, this has better special effects than Once Upon a Time

[robbiepanimaginesfordayz]

Oh my god

[cafi-i]

Request: Can I get an imagine where your in the tmr cast (with will pls)and your doing the new movie with them and you’re REALLY short and they talk about it n stuff (in tweets tho)?

*Thanks for requesting!*

[crystalmethimagine-blog]

Imagine dying in Legolas' arms

You were in a giant battle against the Orcs along with Mirkwood soldiers. Blood was everywhere to be seen. The sound of swords clashing. The sound of the elven bows firing arrows at every second. Everywhere I looked, death was splattered on the enemy's face. I swung my sword up once more and let it drop down, slicing open an Orc's head instantly killing him. "Legolas!" I shouted out, I was surrounded. "Tua amin!" I cried out for help. In an instant, I could see Legolas firing arrows my way. I continued to fight, using the energy I had left. Legolas called my name continuously, but I never got the chance to look back. If I did, an Orc would strike at me. Legolas was on the trees above me, or at least the remains of the trees. He dropped down next to me, "Lle anta amin tu?" (Do you need help?) He asked jokingly of course. I smirked at him and took out my two daggers. I did a small spin before I swung at the first Orc who charged at me. Together, we continued to fight. Sounds of people grunting and Orc's yelling filled my head. I closed my eyes for less than a second before I continued to fight. Suddenly, I noticed many Orcs charging towards me. Too many for me to handle. Before I could scream for help, a stinging sensation was felt around my stomach. I slowly looked down to see and Orcish blade. It had pierced right through me. I fell to my knees as the other Orcs scurried away, knowing that I was now useless and unable to fight. They knew I was going to die. My eyes looked around, hoping to find the eyes of the elven prince. "(Y/N)." Legolas whispered behind me before kneeling in front of me. "Legolas." I whispered. I could see the pain in his eyes. Oh how I wished it could've been replaced with love. "I-I'm-" "I know." Legolas cut me off before I could finish. He gently grabbed my face, our foreheads touching. Suddenly, something in his hand got to my eyes. It was bright and shiny. It was a diamond ring. "Legolas?" I asked. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do the honours of being my wife?" Legolas instantly teared up as well as I. My body instantly fell, only to be caught in Legolas' arms. "Legolas." I reached up and caressed his face. "I do." I said, not knowing that they would be my last words ever. Legolas' tears were no more clear. More and more tears escaped his eyes. He grabbed my hand and placed the ring on one of the fingers. "Forever till death." Legolas whispered before kissing my cold, lifeless lips. Legolas looked up, the battle had won. People were celebrating while others were mourning. Legolas lifted my lifeless body up, "Carry the dead, let them return to their loved ones for a proper funeral." Legolas' voice cracked. There, I had died in my fiancé's arms, "Vanimle sila tiri." (Your beauty shines bright) Legolas whispered while returning home with the remaining soldiers. Even though my body was lifeless, he thought I was still beautiful.