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Desktop Goose is a fun little app which unleashes a mischievous goose on your desktop!
Read More & Play The Alpha, Free (Windows)
I downloaded it and was not dissappointed
This is cute
Forget my Name Chapter 1
Summary: After being captured by Angband a second time, Maedhros is offered a place in Morgoth’s army…
Chapter No 1
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence, Major Character Deaths
Relationships: Maedhros/Fingon, Morgoth/Sauron
Additional tags: Lieutenant of Angband, Angst, Psychological Torture, Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Implied Fingon | Findekáno/Maedhros | Maitimo, Implied Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor/Sauron | Mairon, Poor Maedhros, Spoilers for The Silmarillion, silmarils referenced, AU, Russingon, angbang, Angband, Oath of Fëanor, sons of Feanor - Freeform, Maedhros - Freeform
Read and download on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22525327/chapters/53824369
Chapter 1: Breathing Again
Note: This is a short pilot chapter. Feedback is GREATLY appreciated!!! :) ———————————————————— It was strange to move. It was strange to feel his body again; the way it could run, jump, lift up a sword. The way his hand could hold it.
This hand was a wonder. They had brought it to him that morning, in a smooth black box. The metal prosthetic had fit perfectly in the space where his old hand had been. Maedhros had felt his fingers for the first time in a while, had felt the coldness of the water as he had plunged his hand into the basin in his room.
They had kept his sword, too. The Elf had been able to swing it, cut the air. Using his right arm felt more natural, thankfully. He had been terrified that he would have forgotten how to use it.
Maedhros fenced on his own in the courtyard, getting used to moving his legs again. At every footstep, he felt himself grow bolder, stronger, and the shadow of his bonds faded away little by little, like a bad dream he was slowly learning how to forget.
The Elf was restless, thankful for this freedom, for the capability of his body. Yet, the open-air did not mean liberty. They did not let him cross the gates of the courtyard, afraid that he might not come back. Of course, there were guards who would not let him leave, but Maedhros was known for being clever and full of resources.
The air was cool that October afternoon. The wind against the skin of his face, whipping through his hair… That was close to a new feeling for him, after months of being trapped in a humid and suffocating dungeon. The Sun, blessed sight, was already low behind the mountains. How long had it been since Maedhros had seen the Sun, the stars? The sky could not be seen from his jail and he had missed it, even the dull grey clouds of rainy days.
And Manwë knows how much he hates rainy days.
The rain made his hair frizz up and they became impossible to brush, let alone braid. That always got Fingon upset. Braiding Maedhros’ hair was his favourite activity. They sat on the rug in his quarters, facing the crackling fire in the hearth. Maedhros was cross-legged, shoulders relaxed so Fingon, sitting on his heels behind the red-head, could reach the top of his head. After meticulously brushing each and every strand of rebellious hair, Findekàno dug his hands into the soft red curls, his fingers grazing over the back of Maitimo’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. He collected the loose strands from the older Elf’s forehead, tucked them behind his ear, brushing against his cheeks…
A moment’s inattention and Maedhros’ foot got caught in a crack in the stone floor. He staggered forward, dropping his sword and barely managing to catch himself by stumbling against the wall. The Elf regained his balance, flustered, and glanced around. Hopefully, no one will have seen this blatant show of weakness.
He looked up at the tower behind him. It was familiar to him, already, in an unsettling sort of way. Many Kings had seen it from up close. Not from his line, of course: his father would have probably blown-up the place if he had ever gotten as far as the gates. And his brothers were all cowards, they would never dare approach it. Maedhros’ throat tightened. The only ones who had gotten this close were dead or lost to him forever…
Candles had been lit at a window a few feet above him. He did not know what room this was but it made him uneasy. He felt watched, judged as if this was not his place. And it most likely wasn’t. He had nothing to do here, really. But he had not been given the choice, at least not really, and no matter what the choice he had made brought, it would be better than any of the alternatives.
Then, a shadow stirred at the window and Maedhros shuddered. He picked up his sword from the ground and made his way back inside, heart racing.
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this is the last year that we can make this stupid joke so im going to make the most of it and post it every day until 2020
tag yourself~
tulip- broke af, unhealthy binge watching, study groups, laughs at their own jokes, stressed 24/7, just wants to have a good time
rose- very thoughtful, has a sweet tooth, gives a lot of compliments, messy room, forgets things easily, stares at strangers’ dogs
sunflower- takes too many naps, spontaneous personality, almost always listening to music, good at solving problems, too many apps
daisy- bad at time management, easy to get along with, cares about the environment, has unpopular opinions, types quickly
lavender- sarcastic voice, seems normal but is actually really weird, good at lightening the mood, bad eyesight, enjoys being alone
my feelings on reading the how to train your dragon books for the first time can be summed up as:
1-4: Cute. Too much toilet humor for my taste, sort of childish. A fast read that I’m only doing b/c a friend asked me to.
5-7: Huh, this is getting pretty interesting, and sort of epic. Hiccup’s a cool protagonist. I’m really starting to enjoy these.
8: OKAY THAT SCENE IN THE TREE GOD OH MY FUCKIN AND HE ESCAPES AND THE PROPHECY GOD AND THE DRAGON THIS IS GOING TO BE SO GOOD I AM SO INVESTED.
9-12: HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON THE BOOK SERIES IS A MODERN CLASSIC AND SO GOOD THAT I HAVE LITERALLY SQUEALED READING IT, THE OVERARCHING PLOT OF THE LAST FOUR BOOKS IS EPIC AND THE ENTIRETY OF THE FIRST HALF OF BOOK 12 IS THE REASON WHY HICCUP IS THE BEST CHILD PROTAGONIST OF ALL TIME, IN THIS ESSAY I WILL
I was raised on the httyd books and y’all are gonna have to pry Camicazi from my cold, dead hands.
Every time someone whines about how “awful” the reboot designs are compared to the original show’s designs, I think about these
As a lesbian who experiences gender weirdly and who prefers a more dominant relationship role while still being femme, I really relate to other NB lesbians coming up with names for the gender feels.
My favorites are probably : off brand woman and woman to the left.
It’s just one of those things where you’re an off center woman. You’re just not fully woman. You didn’t quite make it. You’re the generic brand. It’s just kind of fuzzy. People ask “are you a woman” and you do the hand wiggle thing.
what people think is hard about writing: describing the joy, love, beauty, grief, loss and hope that form the richness of human experience
what is actually hard about writing: describing basic actions such as turning, leaning over, reclining, gesturing, saying something in a quiet voice, breathing, getting up from chairs, and walking across rooms
What I mean when I say I like a villain:
I like their story
I like their motivations
I like their skills/powers
I like their intelligence
I like their quotes
I find them interesting
I like their relationship with other character(s)
What I definitely don’t mean when I say I like a villain:
“They’re just misunderstood”
I’m defending every single one of their actions and I think they’re 100% innocent
I’m a dumbass who doesn’t know that they’re a villain
To add to the first list:
I like their complexity
I am intrigued by their skewed moral compass
I see their potential for a redemption arc
I just like their personality
Bonus addition:
dang, they’re hot
My favourite math fact is that 0.9999999.. is equal to 1. Exactly. Not approximately. Not as a rounded number. 0.9999 (recurring) is exactly 1.
Question. How the fuck does that work?
I tried explaining it here:
Here’s another perspective on why .999... repeating is exactly equal to 1.
For any two distinct real numbers, we can always find a rational number strictly between them, i.e. that rational number must be able to be expressed as a terminating decimal or a repeating decimal. To be clear, that rational number is strictly between the two values; it is not allowed to be equal to either.
Suppose k is a rational number strictly between 1 and 0.9999.... If this is possible, then, I can write k exactly as either a decimal with finite digits, or I can write k as a repeating decimal. The problem is, there are no decimals with finite digits between 1 and 0.999... , and there is no way to write a repeating decimal that is greater than 0.999... and still less than 1. Either way, a k strictly between 1 and 0.999... does not exist. The only way this can be true is if those two numbers are not actually distinct. That is to say, 1 = 0.999.....
i truly appreciate how math seems like it’s this infallible always-true only-one-answer thing, when in reality math is just like:
sometimes i’ll see ppl in their early 20’s completely fucking covered in tattoos and im like damn what if one day youre 33 and u want a new tattoo but u cant get one cuz u done run out of skin
I thought this was going to be really negative but Im glad with its turnout
i would die for grinch.
When you know nothing about Capitan Marvel, You think Fury sends signal message to Feanor
…. Is it bad that now I want to write that?
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