I Don't know Anymore

I love too many things to have a cohesive blog. I mainly like and reblog. friends are always welcome tho !!

[nerdyladydream]

It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

I feel so old right now 😂😂, I found tumblr late in life.

[academic-vampire]

“September came in with golden days and silver nights,”

- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

[ddrvbiblgigb]

[garfield-baybee]

Reblog to have something good happen at 1:42 tomorrow

[subdieblondie]

🤞🏻🤞🏻

[nerdyladydream]

Imagine

An orc with battle scars and who is massive, falling for the tiny human who works as a barmaid in a tavern. She is the embodiment of sunshine and had no idea that orcs are supposed to be feared. The orc mistakes her friendliness for fearlessness and thinks she is the bravest human he has met. The barmaid is oblivious to this and is just incredibly kind, (which is brave in its own way). In reality the barmaid has a lot of fears and is a normal fragile human . The Orc finds out about this and surprisingly falls harder for this human. He makes it his job to protect this human and the whole tribe looks out for this tiny human. So this tiny bottle of sunshine has a whole tribe of scary orcs protecting her and she just thinks they are super friendly.

I'm not sure what this is but if anyone wants it I might turn it into a full story.

[mjwatson]

i have just broken up with my boyfriend of ten years, and i'm going to have to break our lease agreement, hire a moving truck, storage locker, airplane ticket to move back home, and more. i'm really scared about the future but i know i have to do this.

if any of you are looking to commission an artist any time soon, it would mean the world if you could consider me!

you can view my stuff is here. if you could also spread the word that would be amazing.

if you just wanted to be an angel and send me money my papal is

paypal.me/Broegan

[catchymemes]

[ottermatopoeia]

Sure i’ll reblog that

[notajerusalemcricketd-deactivat]

Oh I will ABSOLUTELY REBLOG THAT

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seeing this made me feel like i just got a letter informing me of my own death

[lemon-3ds]

[pinkhairandpronouns]

Let them come. Let them see this and immediately flee

[gayteensupreme]

all i have to say in response is this post:

[llamagoddessofficial]

[This idea has been rattling in my brain and I had to share it.]

I know we all love the ‘humans are space orcs’ concept… but imagine, onboard the new ship they’ve been assigned to, the human meets an actual space orc. A massive monster… fangs and tusks and scars and a battle-hardened stare, looming over all the other life forms on the ship in its thick indestructible armour it refuses to remove. It barely drinks, it doesn’t need sleep, its massive shoulders are heavy with the terrible things it has experienced. Compared to the squishy & delicate human body, this thing is a walking tank.

… Except instead of hating/ignoring one another, the human and the monster start bonding over both coming from death planets. The human is excited to find a life form who doesn’t quiver with fear at the vague description of a jellyfish and the monster is ecstatic to meet someone who understands the feeling of being bitten by a qua’lem (cats are pretty close). They sit together and compare dangerous animals and locations as the other aliens look on in confusion and fear… oh, you also have dense jungles of deadly hidden predators, boiling acid lakes, tamed predatory killers, and areas with horrendously high and low temperatures? Sick!! 

It doesn’t take long before the two of them become totally inseparable. The human loves not feeling like some kind of crazy outsider and the monster is overjoyed they’ve finally found an equal in this unkillable marshmallow.

Monster: When I was a youngling, a grol-lik stung straight through my armour. The pain lasted for approximately 16 human hours. Human: Oh yeah man, I get that. As a kid I got a wasp stuck in my shirt. It stung me like four times, it was awful, and all my cousins just laughed at me… Monster: [using their arm screen to research human courting methods] I see.

[driiaz]

Not quite an ‘Orc’ per-se, but eh, close enough. See here giant spiky Deathworlder simping for tiny shouty Deathworlder.

[marlynnofmany]

This art is amazing and makes it so much better.

[quillsareswords]

Requests were open? How did I not notice??

Can you do one where the reader is Damian's girlfriend and he sneaks in her room through her window?? You can put anything you like after that I just want the sneaking in part😉

The Intimacy of an Open Window

DAMIAN WAYNE x READER

MASTER LIST in BIO

He's gotta be sneaky. Sneakier than usual, even. He's sure this is your window. It is, isn't it? It must be. Third from the right, sixth from the bottom. He's been sneaking into your room since he was fourteen, nefarious intentions or not.

Still, his eyes feel dry from the lack of decent sleep. There's a slim chance this is your neighbor's window. Again.

So he has be be quiet. He has to go into Robin Mode. In his civvies. To sneak into your window.

Unfortunately, your damned window always sticks when it starts to get cold out.

"That better be who I think it is—and if it is, it better not be."

Damian stops cold halfway in your room. It's 3:23 in the morning. He barely has enough wits about him to remember which window is yours, let alone decipher whatever riddle you just hurled at him. He blinks slowly, left foot still planted on the rusty fire escape and left hand anchoring him to the outside of your window. "What?"

You're laying on your stomach, face turned away from him and pressed into the pillow. He thinks he might have hallucinated it for a moment, until your shoulders shift and roll and suddenly you're up on your elbows, squinting through tousled hair and against the backlight of the full moon.

He cracks a smile, easing his left foot into the room and sliding the window shut with his hand. "Evening, lovely."

"Too early for big words," you gravel, blinking slowly with a creased forehead.

"Those aren't big words," he hums, already shucking his jacket and toeing his sneakers off.

"Shut up, Romeo," you grumble, nestling back down into your bedding like a bear disturbed from hibernation. "Why're you here," you yawn, "anyway?"

He tip-toes around your room to your closet. There, he proceeds to rifle around like a thief on a time constraint and an absolute disregard for subtlety. "The Manor is too loud," he sighs. "Jason is in for the week, apparently. He and Timothy won't stop bickering, and it's putting Father on edge, which shortens his fuse."

You're trying to listen, you really are. But you're so tired and you were having the best dream–

"I'll tell you in the morning," he mumbles, still pulling the threadbare tee shirt he always leaves here while he's kneeling on the mattress.

"I'm not scooting over," you warn, a few disrespectful hairs falling into your mouth in the process. You make a face and limply bat them away.

A breathy laugh. "That's fine, Beloved."

He sorts the sheets out, on both sides, and fishes blindly for the second pillow you undoubtedly knocked into the floor. He narrowly misses your nose when he slaps it next to yours, which is pointless in the end, because you end up wiggling just a bit closer to the ever-comforting smell of his favorite colonge.

He doesn't have to hold you for this to be intimate. He doesn't, in the end. You're already comfortable and he's got enough room, so he doesn't bother with moving you or going out of his way to lay on top of you.

It's an intimate situation all on its own. His residency, his physical home, becomes surrounded by black storm clouds and rumbling thunder, and he knows exactly where to go. He knows exactly where it's safe to hunker down until it blows over. He knows exactly where he's safe.

And he knows he's welcome. He knows it's okay to pop in when he needs the peace he only feels in your vicinity. He knows you'll always be the eye in his hurricane.

It's intimate because it's you. No grand gestures or bold words needed. Just you. Because you're his favorite definition of intimate; familiar, close.

His eyes are almost closed, mind almost sailed out to the endless drift of sleep. He lets his head roll against the pillow, sleep blurred vision centering on you one more time. Your breath is already even against his neck, chin just shy of resting on his shoulder. So pretty, so trusting.

You've set your heart in his sturdy hands, and he wonders when you'll notice that he's slipped his soul into your pocket.

[thebigbadbatswife]

The Altar Is My Hips | Batman x Fem!Reader

Summary - Bruce comes home from a Justice League mission and shows you how much he missed you.

Warnings - 18+ content, minors DNI, smut, oral sex (female receiving), fingering.

Word Count - 1.8k

It was late at night and you were laying in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, wide awake. It had been like this for the past month. In fact, it was always like this when he left.

Every time that Bruce left with the rest of the Justice League, on an important mission, you found that sleep for you became non-existent. Long after you had originally gone to bed, you would lay awake for hours worrying about him and his safety. Always wondering if this was the time when he wouldn’t come home to you. And the time that you did manage to fall asleep, it wasn’t for very long and there were times when your dreams would sometimes turn into nightmares.

You sighed as you stared at the ceiling. You really hoped that he was safe and okay. You didn’t know what you would do without him.

Knowing that just laying there wasn't going to help, you decided to get up and try one of the many different home remedies you had found on the internet. You grabbed your phone off of the nightstand and turned it on to check your notes for what tonight’s remedy would be. It was warm milk. Maybe this one would work, though you doubted it.

You set your phone down, got up out of your bed and made your way toward the kitchen. You opened up one of the cupboards and got out a saucepan. After setting it down onto the stove, you walked over to the fridge to get the milk. As you reached for the cartoon, you suddenly felt two arms snake around you waist and bring you against a solid chest.

You yelped out in surprise and attempted to get away and fight against the person who had just snuck up on you. You stopped when you heard his voice.

“Shh, baby, it’s me,” Bruce murmured as he nuzzled against your neck.

“Bruce! You scared me!” you exclaimed as you looked back at him and glared at him. He wasn’t wearing his cowl and his hair was all messy. All he did was smile at you in reply as you relaxed in his grip. “What are you doing here?” you asked, remembering that he was supposed to be off world right now. “I thought you were still on your mission?”

“We got back a few hours ago and finally finished debriefing. I had a feeling that you would still be awake, so I thought I’d come by,” he replied. “And it’s a good thing I did because I know a far better remedy for getting to sleep than warm milk.”

“Oh, is that right?” Bruce hummed a yes to your question as he began to press kisses to your neck. The stubble on his face tickled you slightly. “Care to show me then?”

“Of course.” He pulled away and spun you around, shutting the fridge door as he did so. Now that you were facing each other, he pressed you against the fridge and kissed you. As you kissed him back, his hands ran down your body, tracing your curves, grabbing and massaging your ass and boobs. You moaned against his mouth. You could already feel yourself getting wet. His hands hooked underneath your legs and effortlessly he lifted you up. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Bruce’s lips never left yours as he made his way through the apartment, headed straight for your bedroom. His lips were soft and moved passionately against your own. You had greatly missed the feeling of his lips against your own and kissed him with fervour, hoping to convey just how much you had missed him. How much you always missed him when he left. The way he kissed you back told you he was doing the same right back.

He laid you down onto the bed and you spread your legs for him, allowing him to settle comfortably between them. You could feel his obvious erection through his suit, pressing against you, adding to the heat already pooling between your legs. Bruce pushed his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss and making you moan softly. Your hands found their way into his hair.

When he pulled away, you were both panting hard. Your hands drifted down from his hair and cupped either side of his face. One of his hands remained by your head, supporting his weight, while the other came to cover one of yours.

“I missed you so much, you know,” he started to tell you. “I couldn’t stop thinking about, thinking about all of the things I’d like to do to you when I got back. And I kept coming back to one thing.”

“And what was that?” you asked, though you were sure you already had a pretty good idea.

“How much I wanted to feel your legs wrapped around my head and how much I know you’d love it,” he confessed to you. His words went straight to your aching core.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He pressed a kiss against your lips before pulling away. He rested back on his knees and you watched as he reached into his belt. Your eyes widened when you saw him pull out a batarang. You knew exactly what he was about to do, but before you could protest, it was too late. The sharp blade had already sliced through your clothing.

For the second time that night you sent a glare his way, only for him to reply with that signature smirk of his again, as he returned the batarang to his belt.

He removed the now ruined clothing and tossed it to the floor. With your body now bared to him, Bruce ran his eyes over your form, his eyes dark. The intensity of his gaze had even more heat pooling between your legs. You gently bit your lower lip as you watched him, watch you.

He leaned over you again, kissing you before beginning to trail kisses down your neck. You gasped when you felt him bite down and suck at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. When he was done he continued to move southward, kissing down the valley of your breasts before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple; meanwhile his hand came up to play with the other one. You arched your back at his touch. He repeated his motions with your other nipple before he continued his journey downward.

The closer he got to where you so desperately wanted him, the sloppier his kisses started to get and the hotter you were starting to feel. The feeling of his lips against your skin ignited a fire within your veins. A flame that threatened to consume you and he hadn’t even touched you were you needed him to yet.

He spread your legs open and swallowed thickly as he took in the sight of your already drenched pussy. He started to press open mouthed kisses to your legs, starting at your ankles and moving upwards. His stubble scratched and tickled the insides of your thighs. He began to gently bite down, eliciting short gasps and moans from you as he went. You were nearly shaking with anticipation when you finally felt his hot breath hit your core.

You inhaled sharply and your hips jolted when you felt Bruce press his mouth against your pussy. He swiped his tongue at your entrance, moaning at the taste of you as he eagerly started lapping up your arousal.

He dragged his tongue through your folds, flicking your engorged clitoris when he reached it. He repeated the actions over and over again, sending jolts of pleasure through you and making you moan loudly. Your fingers entwinned themselves within his hair. Every swipe of his tongue against your throbbing nub, every time he gathered your lower lips into his mouth and sucked; ever last move from him was calculated; planned out to make sure he could give you the most pleasure possible. You wouldn’t expect anything less from a man like Bruce Wayne. He loved the sight of a woman writhing above him as he made her feel amazing.

He was a god with his tongue and you sung out your praises for him with moans and cries of his name. He hummed as he devoured you, the vibrations of which added to the pleasure you were receiving. You moans continued to grow in volume as his tongue delved into your heat. Your grip in his hair tightened, making him hiss ever so slightly, as he began to thrust his tongue in and out of you. It wasn’t going to take much more for you to reach your end.

You whined when you felt him suddenly withdraw his tongue and pull away, but that whine quickly turned back into a moan when he started to slowly push a couple of his fingers into you. He curled them just right so that they were constantly rubbing against your g-spot as he moved them.

“Oh, fuck, Bruce,” you moaned as your hips began to move with him. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He wasn’t planning to. He had set out tonight to give you an intense orgasm and that’s exactly what he was going to do.

As he thrusted his fingers into you, his mouth latched onto your clitoris and began to suck and swirl his tongue around it. You cried out his name as you finally reached your climax.

As you laid there, panting hard and basking in the afterglow, Bruce pressed kisses up your body before pressing a final one to your lips. You softly moaned into the kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

Now completely relaxed by your orgasm, you could feel the exhaustion from the past sleepless month begin to settle in. You tried to fight it, letting your hand glide down his front, toward where you knew his hardened cock was no doubt straining against his batsuit. He was no doubt desperate for his own release. Your hand had barely reached his cock before Bruce was grabbing it and settling it down, back at your side.

“Hey, don’t worry about me, just get some sleep,” he told you. “You need it.”

You went to protest against him, but it came out as a yawn instead. Which made him chuckle lightly. So instead of fighting wit him on it, you decided to just listen to him and give in to your exhaustion. Sleep did sound rather good to you, after all. As you gave in, you felt him manoeuvre you beneath the covers.

When you woke up in the morning, it was wrapped up in Bruce’s embrace. Memories of the previous night slowly came back to you. Specifically how Bruce had selflessly put your needs ahead of his won and had forgone his own release. Well, for you, that just wouldn’t do. Fortunately you knew exactly how your boyfriend enjoyed being woken up.

[awindylife-writes]

Sick

Relationships: 10th Doctor x reader (Not an established relationship)

Summary: the Doctor and you find yourselves on a spaceship in desparate need of repair and you are determined to help the crew (Kaisa, Lincoln and Bressa), but then the ship also gets highjacked. And on top of that, you fall sick.

Warnings: you're in mortal danger but that's it

You were standing by the big metal desk in the middle of the room, reading the numbers to Kaisa so he could type them in.

The digits kept swimming in your vision. They were blurry, everything was blurry, but they also kept moving. And when did it get so hot? You wiped the sweat from your forehead while trying to breathe deeply. You knew that if you looked up from the pad, the room would be spinning. The worst part was the tiredness. It coiled through your limbs and made them so heavy you could hardly move them. The effort to keep connecting letters and sounds, keep connecting thoughts hurt.

You closed your eyes for a second and the ship tilted so far you lost your balance. You stumbled back, eyes flying open and arms trying to reach out for something to hold onto.

Suddenly there were strong hands on your shoulder and the small of your back, steadying you. You looked up and recognized the dark orange skin and curly brown hair that was greying at the edges. Kaisa had caught you.

"Are you alright?" his gruff voice came to you.

"Yeah, yeah l'm okay." That sounded weak even to your own ears. "The ship just tilted."

"The ship's fine, love," he answered in confusion. You could see furrowed eyebrows, and then his dark golden eyes. You couldn't make out the wrinkles around them, or the lines on his forehead. Everything was blurry.

He put one hand around you to hold you up, then felt your forehead with the other. It was blessedly cold and you leaned into it with a sigh. "I think humans aren't supposed to be this hot," his worried voice came then.

You could hear Lincoln and Bressa turn around and step closer. You would have cracked a joke about drinks first if you weren't about to ask to sit down from exhastion. But you all had a job to do.

"I'm okay," you tried to reassure him. "Let's just get back to-" As you stepped away from Kaisa to shake his hands off, the ground rushed up and you barely caught yourself on the table. His arms were back, supporting you, before you could fall further. Shit.

"You're sick," Kaisa confirmed with a voice full of worry. He gently pulled you from the table and towards the wall. "Here, sit down," he told you softly and manouvered you to a stack of crates. He helped you sit on one and you rested your head on the taller pile.

"Thanks," you breathed gratefully and closed your eyes.This is nice.

On the other side of the room you could just hear Bressa order Lincoln, "Go get the Doctor. Tell him y/n's sick." Her voice was grave.

~

The Doctor had just recalibrated the fiberlinks of the navicomputer and was well on his way of taking apart the integral protonic bond when Lincoln reached him. The Doctor didn't even pull his head out of the ship's innards, much less stood up. "What is it?" He didn't have time for this.

"Your friend," the young man's distressed voice came. "She's sick."

That made worry explode in his chest. Ice spread through his veins as he hurriedly pulled himself out of the wiring. He hit his head on the way but that didn't matter, not when y/n was-

"What did you say?" the Doctor demanded in a low voice, eyes scanning the Tirellian crewmate.

"Y/n is sick." The Doctor marked every blink, every twitch, every line. He did not like the worried frown on Lincoln's face. He had gotten his answer.

The Doctor put the sonic back in his inner pocket and demanded, "Where is she?", voice forcibly calm but unrelenting. He picked up his coat as the young man turned to show the way, and off they went.

~

When your eyes were closed, you could almost pretend you were fine, but the fever, the heat in your skin was killing you. The box on your cheek and forehead had warmed up and provided no more relief.

You could feel even the darkness around you spin if you tried to think.

~

The Doctor ran into the room after Lincoln, trench coat billowing around him.

"Where is she?" he demanded in worry with his gaze searching the room.

"Over here." Kaisa stood up from behind the large metal table and pointed at the stack of crates beside the wall. He stepped back towards the others as the Doctor came to kneel before you with his coat scraping the floor. His hands hovered just inches above your skin.

"Y/n," he breathed quietly while looking you over. His hand settled on your arm. Scarlet cheeks, sweat - fever, eyes closed, leaning on the crate - exhausti-

You tiredly opened your eyes but you didn't lift your head. "Doct'r." The regret was already in your voice. "'M sorry. I should've-" Should have known the signs, should have slept more, should have eaten-

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he murmured softly, shaking his head. He rubbed your arm, his expression gentle and reassuring.

He took your hand and found your pulse point, which made butterflies flutter in your stomack despite the sickness. Then he lifted his other hand to your cheek. It was cold so you leaned into it, your eyes closing in content. You breathed deeply but it seemed like there was never enough air.

"You've definitely got a fever, about 39 degrees," he continued in that same soft tone. "And your heart is speeding up. How're you feeling?"

"Evr'thin's spinnin'," you told him tiredly, words a bit slurred. You tried to remember, but the things you were trying to describe made it hard to do that. "Couldn't stand up, Kaisa caught me. Couldn'read anymore, evr'thing was blurry'n moving. My head hurts, my eyes hurt, ever'thing hurts. An'l'm tired," you sighed. "I wanna go t'sleep."

"You will, l promise you will, but you need medicine first," he told you gently yet firmly. "It's the virus Tem, from Polon. We were there about four days ago, it's quite common for the planet, but it's dangerous." His brown eyes were full of worry. "If it's left untreated, as yours was, it can be deadly." He left the sentence hang in the silence after it.

You tried to shake your head but the motion caused more pain and you stopped. "So l'll get the meds and ll'l be fine," you told him tiredly. It didn't seem like much of a problem. You faced death on a daily basis, so what was a little virus?

"What do we do?" Kaisa stepped closer and looked down at the two of you, eyebrows furrowed in worry and hands crossed in front of his chest.

The Doctor moved closer and took you by the shoulders. "C'm on." He smiled encouragingly as he gently helped you stand up. You didn't like it, but the solution to this situation probably required moving.

You leaned against him and put your head on his shoulder as he helped you stay upright. The spinning did not help your stomack.

"Polonians have a vaccine, but it's far too late for that. You though, you three come from Kristella, is that right?" the Doctor looked around the room.

"Yeah," Kaisa nodded.

"So you receaved the whole med package there, including the VC five-six-o-nine."

"Yes."

"Good," he nodded, "bless the Kristellan med care. Your immune system knows the virus so you're not in danger. But you," he looked down at you, gritting his teeth, "are."

Well, that was a bit obvious.

He looked back up at Kaisa. "I want you to get her to the med bay. Give her Triskel two point three with a lot of water, she needs to stay hydrated, and then two shots of Amino when that's down, got it?"

"Yes," the large sailor nodded and stepped closer to take you. "And don't 'Got it' me, young man."

The Doctor opened his mouth to explain the whole Time Lord age thing when-

"I don't wanna go," you mumbled into his chest, pressing yourself closer. The room was spinning, you couldn't see well and you could barely stand. The thought of leaving him (he meant safe and good and you needed him) on this ship where anything could happen to you or him (who would look after him if not you?) made you want to sob.

He pulled away enough to look at you but still hold you. His eyes were soft. "I know," he told you gently and then frowned at the thought of letting you go, "l don't like this either." Every instinct in him flared against leaving you while you were sick and in need of him. He was Gallifreyan, and he protected what was his, even if you didn't know. "But you need medicine, and they need help rewiring the ship," he put it plainly. "I have to stay, and you have to go."

You nodded even though it hurt. He pulled you closer and for a moment, you just held each other.

"Stay safe," you said into his shoulder, almost an order. "Not a hair out of place, you hear me?"

You could feel him smile at the familiar tone. "Yes, ma'am."

It was time to go. You slowly let go of the Doctor as Kaisa came closer. He slung a hand around your waist while you put yours around his shoulders. It worked well, you could stay upright and move at the same time.

Then the whole ship shook like it was being torn apart and you were thrown against the table while Lincoln yelled in surprise. The Doctor and Kaisa kept you stable and unharmed between them, but the room looked like it had survived an earthquake.

"Are you alright?" The Doctor was franctically looking you over for injuries.

"What the hell was that?" demanded Bressa.

~

Kaisa didn't know what to do. You and him were locked in one of the main storage rooms, and they hadn't even let you get medicine. The large Risonians, two out of six who had highjacked the ship, simply came into the med bay and dragged you out before he could find anything to help you. You hadn't even gotten water.

All he could do was put his jacket under your head when you couldn't sit up anymore and hold your hand as you slipped into a restless sleep.

Then he noticed the computer log in the corner behind the crates. He could rewire it, send an altering pulse through the system... He looked at you as your head turned from one side to the other as you gasped for breath, mumbling nonsense in your sleep. Your fever was rising.

"Right then, love. I'm going to get help."

~

When the Doctor noticed Kaisa's message beeping under the log, he'd been momentarily confused. He'd made it very clear to the Risonians that you needed medicine and that he would do anything to make sure you got it, so why would they-

A second later, a pair of the hijacking crew came marching into the room with guns drawn. The Commander was as shocked as him when two of her people turned against her.

This was bad.

~

The Doctor walked into the storage room with his hands behind his head, with Bressa and Lincoln behind him. What remained of the Risonian crew had been locked into a separate room, to keep you all separated. His eyes immediately scanned the space for you.

When he turned the corner behind a high stack of crates, his hearts lurched. You were unconscious, lying on the floor with Kaisa holding your hand.

The Doctor was by your side in a second. Your skin was pale, but your cheeks were scarlet and your forehead glistened with sweat. You were mumbling in your sleep, your breaths laboured. Your head was turning restlessly in the throes of a fever dream. He took your warm hand and held it tightly.

"She was asking for you," Kaisa told him softly, eyes still trained on your face.

"What?" The Doctor's gaze flew to the larger man in confusion.

Kaisa looked up at him, "She was asking for you." He searched his eyes, for what, the Doctor didn't know. "Even after she couldn't answer me anymore, she kept asking for you in her sleep."

The Doctor felt like a hand had squeezed his hearts. It happened again, he did it again, you were in danger and it was his fault. He looked down at your closed eyes and scarlet cheeks. You were helpless, you needed him, and he couldn't do anything.

He brought your hand to his cheek and held it there with his palm as he closed his eyes. He needed you to live, he needed you to be alright. You had to be.

"Doct'r," your voice was barely a whisper.

His eyes flew open and he stared down at your still sleeping form. You turned your head to the side and, "Doct'r," again his name.

It lit a blazing fire in his chest. That was it. That was it, he was getting you out. He was getting all of you out because that was what he was going to do and the universe would bloody listen. He was the Doctor, and you were his. He was not losing you, not ever.

They'd taken the sonic but he was, for all intents and purposes, in a supply closet. Time to find out exactly which supplies he had.

[kushandwizdom]

Someone said "Are you really so stupid to think that Africa has the same technological advances as us? If they did they would probably have clean water and not live in houses made of sticks and mud. Get over yourself and stop being so ignorant."..... Below is a tiny collection of images of the Africa they refuse to show you..

ches

I’m sorry you’ve been made to believe that the whole of Africa is poor, I really am..

[shez-a-b0mbshell]

Reblogging for those of you who think Africa is only what the media and movies portrays it to be

[teddybearnova]

This fucks me up because it’s scary to think that we can be showed something all our lives and not even know it’s a lie

[2ollux-double-bulge]

And that my friend is the power of propaganda, indoctrination, and media

[the-collecting-turnip-deactivat]

Are these pictures of South Africa or of Africa as a whole? 

[fgsshinyhoard]

@the-collecting-turnip From top to bottom:

1. Port Elizabeth (South Africa)

2. Unknown

3. Nairobi (Kenya)

4. Pretoria (South Africa)

5. Aburi Botanical Gardens (Ghana)

6. Cape Town (South Africa)

7. Pretoria (South Africa)

8. Harare (Zimbabwe)

9. Windhoek (Namibia)

10. Windhoek (Namibia)

To @kushandwizdom this is a rather unfair portrayal of Africa as a whole since half of these are literally just South Africa.  So Instead to add to this post and better dispel the myth of Africa as the vast wasteland of poverty most people think, I found a much more mixed collection of pics from various countries.

Luanda, Angola

Agadir, Morocco

Lagos, Nigeria

Cairo, Egypt

Port Louis, Mauritius

Abidjan, Cote d’Ivoire

Algiers, Algeria

Tripoli, Libya

Dar es Salaam, Tanzania

Tunis, Tunisia

So, there, a much better case demonstrating the various major cities around Africa showing it isn’t some technologically backwards continent, but actually pretty up-and-coming in the world of commerce.

[hockey-trash]

I once was talking to my Ethiopian manager about ignorant people asking her dumb shit about her life before she moved to the states…

the worst story she told me about was when she told a fellow student (at a fairly prestigious university) about a concert she went to back home. The other student responded with “omg you have music there!?” 🤦🏾‍♀️

[cricketcat9]

Rebloging, because we need to see these pictures. 

As for stupid questions: “do you have grocery stores in Ecuador?”

[justgot1]

These are great!

A redneck neighbor once asked my mom (in the 80s) if they had cars in Peru. Sigh.

This is the product of poor world history in school & little current affairs coverage outside Western Europe, except for catastrophes, so all we see are the war torn, poverty stricken, disaster-affected parts on the news. And racism, of course.

[lettingitoutabit-deactivated202]

I bet most Americans who think that African countries are just completely poverty stricken have no idea what the US looks like in its poorest areas, not everywhere in the US is nice suburbs or unrealistically large apartments on tv

[for-southendgirls]

Los Angeles, California

Hartford, Connecticut

New Orleans, Louisiana

Camden, New Jersey

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

McDowell County, West Virginia

Flint, Michigan

Washington, D.C.

[goingtiny]

Do you see the world as it is, or as someone told you it is?

[hogwartsconsultingtimelady]

This photoset proves you can make anywhere look great or terrible. It’s all framing and more people should know about that

[gamebird]

Worth a reblog. I don’t think the US version was on there when I first reblogged.

[anxietyproblem]

[shethereadinghobbit]

Hi, so i was wondering if you could do a x reader fic where the reader is from the modern world and Fili finds out that she is his one. He tries to court her, but she is oblivious to it and thinks he's just being nice. Also it would be cool if the reader makes the first move and Fili is just left speechless.

Dwarven Customs

Summary: Confused about dwarven customs, you decide to show Fíli just how much you care for him.

Pairing: Fíli x F!Reader

Word Count: 659

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump lately, but hopefully it goes away so I can finish up the requests I have. Enjoy!

All Fíli could do was watch, he’d never before seen anything more perfect than the view he was blessed with now. Smiling, his eyes followed her fluid movements. Hands raising in the air as she twirled with the other dwarrow around the fire, her hair dancing in the evening breeze. He was absolutely mesmerized, as if under her spell.

Bofur sang as some of the company danced, a merry night amongst the journey’s troubles. A laugh was a rare sound during the quest, the weight of the future of Erebor sitting on the company’s shoulders. It was a much needed break.

As the night continued on, music sang in your veins. It was one of the things you missed most from the world you were so violently torn away from. Middle Earth was unlike anything you’d ever seen and you loved it, finally glad to call it home after so long. But there were things from the modern world your heart ached for. Music, whenever and wherever. Faster forms of transportation. Friends and family. Indoor plumbing.

You’d become friendly and fond of the dwarves you travelled with, glad to be in their company. There was one in particular who was a constant thought in your mind, a golden-haired prince with a smile that made you melt.

You didn’t understand dwarven culture. Unable to express your feelings for Fíli in a customary way, you decided to stick to what you knew best.

Sitting in the empty spot next to the prince, you gave him a warm smile, your cheeks heating up at the thought of what you were about to do next. Just as you leaned in towards his beautiful face, he abruptly stood up. The movement stung, an unpleasant feeling spreading through your chest. You were even more confused when he offered a hand out to you.

“Y/N,” he said softly, nothing but kindness in his expression, “Care to join me?”

Unsure of where he was going, you took his hand anyway, following him through some trees as your fingers remained interlocked. He stopped suddenly, turning around to face you. He removed his hand from yours and you missed the pleasant warmth it gave.

Fíli stood there, nervously touching something in his pocket. Confusion lined your face when he didn’t say anything, so you decided that now was the time to take your chance. Taking a step forward, you gently cupped his face as your lips collided. He was awkward and rigid at first, then eventually melted under your touch like putty. Your lips danced together, warm and soft as his fingers found their way into your hair. It was everything you had secretly hoped for since the first time you met him.

You slowly pulled away trying to catch your breath, neither one of you letting go of the other. Fíli tenderly pressed his forehead against yours, his hand brushing against your cheek. He stood there, stunned in silence for a few moments before whispering something to himself.

“Amrâlimê.”

Smiling at the tenderness of the way he spoke, you pressed one last kiss to his lips.

“Y/N,” he said softly to you as he reached into his pocket, “I’ve wanted to give this to you for a long time. Usually I would make one for you myself, but I have no forge. Instead, I will give you mine, until I can make you a proper one.”

He pulled out a shining bead with a blue stone embedded into the intricately designed metal. You carefully took it in your hand, your thumb tracing its surface.

“Will you do me the honor of courting you?” he gently pleaded, his eyes searching yours for an answer. You looked back at him smiling, finally realizing the significance of this moment.

Throwing your arms around him, you let out a small giggle, “Of course, Fíli!” you responded happily. You kissed again, your hand delicately holding the promise of your future together.

- - -

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[nerdyladydream]

😍😍😍❤️❤️

[luna-writes-stuff]

Hey I saw that your asks are open for Fili and Kili. I was wondering if you could do a fic or hc about Kili were he falls for the reader and tries to flirt with her but makes her laugh instead. He gets flustered and embarrassed.

Stupid Things, Kili Durin

first fic I’ve published so far and I was nervous???? While I’m literally writing a book????? So technically it’s nothing new????? But still?????

Fic, female s/o

Tw: misread sings? Kili being insecure? Flirting?

For Kili it was as clear as the sky on a warm morning in July; when you first caught his eye, he had grown absolutely smitten with you.

His mother had told him thousands of stories growing up. On how dwarves were once born in pairs, yet separated after years, forced to find each other in another life where they might not even remember their One. These stories had always held hope for Kili, even as he grew beyond the age of being called a dwarfling.

His beard had never truly come out and his hair had not once adorned braids, causing others to make fun of him, claiming he had not been a true dwarf. He felt silly holding onto the hope of finding his One, yet he could never bring himself to forget it. No matter how much life opposed him at times.

And the moment he met you, he had been glad he never gave up.

Every little detail of that day had been imprinted on his mind. From the way you wore your hair to the outfit that adorned your body. He knew you were his One. His mother told him exactly how she felt upon meeting his father, and even though the words always made Kili gag, he now knew she had never been exaggerating.

The whole journey he tried to gain your attention, but whenever you spared him a glance, he always shrunk back, afraid you’d reject him as his kin once had.

Fíli knew what was going on when Kili refused to joke around with the other one night. He had not been as blind as their company. He had spent days trying to talk some sense into his brother, claiming you had liked him as much as he liked you, but - unfortunately -, Kili had inherited his uncle’s stubbornness.

Yet, as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, Kili grew some courage. You had opened up to the company more, giving him more conversational topics and shared interests. And it had gone well for a while; the two of you got along amazing, never once disagreeing or ignoring one another. And all those talks encouraged Kili to show you he truly cared for you. More than any other has had before.

You grew more teasing and joking amongst each other, finding weak links and soft spots, never failing to make each other laugh. And it gave him courage, until - one night - his bravery overtook him. You had been talking like any other night, when he zoned off, not listening to a word you said anymore.

Instead, he had been trying to find the words he had repeated in his head the entire day. But as your eyes rested on him, he could no longer remember what it was. You were so breathtaking you made him forget his pickup line.

Just then, you were quiet, searching his face before letting out a joyful laughter.

“I’m flattered, Kili.” You began, resting your hand on his shoulder, leaning over in laughter. “Could you not have told me we were doing pickup lines tonight? I would’ve prepared myself.”

He had said it out loud. And he hadn’t even noticed it. He didn’t even know how much you had heard.

“It it hot in here or is it just you?” You retorted playfully, but when Kili made no move to laugh, you slowly stifled your laughter. “I know, that one was horrible. I should’ve been prepared.” You defended, letting go of his shoulder.

You may not have noticed it, but Kili’s brain just ran on short circuit. His entire face he heated up and he was sure it would leave a red glow. His ears felt as if they were on fire as his mind just kept repeating the same words over and over and over again.

How could he do easily let these words slip past his lips? And he didn’t even know how to respond to you. Had you been making fun of him or were you reciprocating his flirtatious attempts? Perhaps he should just walk off before more damage could be done. Should he say something? Or would it only make it worse?

“Are you still in there, Kili?” You asked, snapping him out of his daze, your hand in front of his face, trying to get his eyes to follow your fingers. When his eyes finally made contact with yours, you let out a relieved sigh.

“I thought I just broke you with a stupid sentence.” You explained, leaning back against the tree, your hand slowly lowering.

“I’m sorry for letting my mouth walk free like that.” Kili apologized, now looking back down on his lap, insecurities taking over.

You might not have picked onto his true intentions, but you knew whenever someone did not feel comfortable. And right now, Kili looked as if he could bury himself six feet under. Which may have been true if you would have asked him.

“Don’t apologize. It was sweet.” You concluded, shifting your place so you would be seated next to him. “Though I do not know whether you were joking or not.” You admitted, resting your head on his shoulder.

And at that moment, Kili felt his heart skip a beat. He had heard many people say that the feeling of a skipping heart felt foreign yet welcome all the same, but never once had he experienced it. And now that it happened, he knew why people described it like that.

His entire body froze in that exact moment. Should he lean his head against yours? How should he place his legs? Could he hold your hand?

“Yes, you can hold my hand, Kili. Though, you do know it’s just the two of us, right? You’re not talking to someone else.” You mumbled, already reaching for his hand.

His eyes followed the trail your hands made, as if they could snap up any minute. Yet, as they came into contact with his, his body finally relaxed.

“How much did I say?” He whispered quietly, almost scared of the answer.

“You asked me if you were allowed to hold my hand.” You explained, now looking back up at him. Your face had no longer held the joyeus wrinkles it had before, seconds before laughing at his statements. It was laced with worries and doubts. Not for you, but for him.

“Are you okay?” You carefully asked, afraid you’d had been overstepping some form of boundary.

“You make me do stupid things.” Kili spoke, the sentence flowing out as if it had been on his tongue the entire time.

“Thank you?” You answered hesitantly, not sure whether he was insulting you or compliment you.

It seemed as if Kili could sense your doubt, because his explanation follows not long after. “Not wrong stupid things. Just….unfamiliar stupid things.”

“You’re familiar with a lot of stupid things?” You wondered aloud, your head back on his shoulder, happy to have found some form of solid social interaction again.

“You’d be surprised.” Kili spoke.

“Perhaps the two of us can find a way to correctly discover these unfamiliar stupid things.” You hinted, gently squeezing his hand, making Kili’s heart skip yet another beat. It was a feeling he could get used to. It had not been unpleasant, only surprising, yet he could not find himself ever getting enough of it.

“Beg your pardon?” He asked, not catching the meaning of your words, now entirely focused on your hand in his.

“Fili was right. You are dense.” Now anxiety krept up on him again. What had Fili said? Question circled back around in his head, insecurities settling in again.

“You spoke with Fili?” He nearly managed out, his clothes suddenly feeling uncomfortable warm.

“More like, Fili spoke to me.” You admitted, looking up at the nervous dwarf.

“What did he say?” Kili wondered, no longer beating around the bush. “Nothing that made sense.” You reassured, not sure why Kili suddenly became so closed off again.

“But we could figure out together.” You tried to hush, doing your best to soothe the situation. And it seemed to work. The minute Kili looked back at you again, his eyes were filled with relief instead of doubt.

“Only if you want to.” He stated, finally squeezing your hand back. A verbal answered was not received by him. Only a satisfied smile and a content nod. No intention was made for you to move, and you truly didn’t feel like it. You found a comfortable spot and would not move again until Kili decided you should.

And Kili would never say so. In his eyes, you could’ve stayed there all night and he couldn’t have cared less. He was just relieved that the tension was finally gone, even if it went unnoticed by you. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad with you by his side.

[nerdyladydream]

Absolutely amazing ❤️❤️

[baqki]

OK to make a font out of your own writing

go here

http://www.myscriptfont.com/

instead of printing it off just use this blank thing that way you dont have to scan it or anything

so fill that out by pasting it in any art program and whatnot

then save it and upload it to that site

and itll give you an option to download it

so do that and then install it BAM

[dustandhalos]

[kittenmogu]

[pickle-inspect0r]

[ilikedaisiesinthespringtime]

I JUST GOT THIS ON MY TABLET IT’S SO COOL OH MY GOD

[nakadoo]

[jupiter24jay]

[movedtosaucymcfuzzy]

[zeekist]

for some reason it refused to recognize the third page of my letters but they were all pretty unnecessary mathematic things anyway so I’m not too worried. still something to keep in mind though, I hope it doesn’t happen for you!

[januarycomicsmonth]

paintfont.com would be a good place to go to quickly make a custom font for your comic!

[weavingmemories]

[timon-the-tomato-deactivated201]

ehh

It looks just as horrible in real life..even worse with the letter attached…

[frickmyrick-deactivated20170811]

[trveroman]

I’ll try this later.

[roachpatrol]

you can also use alternative alphabets

[authorloremipsum]

[cobalt-draws]

Welp. Guess I know what font I’m gonna be using for comics from now on. B)

[io-ooc]

Welp. Looks like I have to do this now. So I can use this for Tengri’s asks.

[keelime-art]

For some reason there is no apostrophe in my set, but it still looks cool.

[changephase]

NEAT THING ALERT

[kingloptr]

[mahouwl]

The site is now called https://www.calligraphr.com/en/ but it’s basically the same!

[marsupials-of-mars]

I’ve been wanting to make one of these out of my dad’s handwriting, he does last year and he used to write everything down about his life

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

calligraphr is a godsend for webcomic artists

[roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg]

every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking

[peachdisco]

it’s fucking crazy to think about the amount of people who have sung bohemian rhapsody? like it’s such a unifying song, by nature of the fact that so many people know it. it holds so many good memories for me and other people. it’s a song you scream in the car with your friends while you drive around your boring hometown, it’s a song you drunkenly sing with your arm around your best friend, or a song you sing along to with strangers when it’s on in public. it’s bittersweet to think about freddie’s legacy carrying on like that through his masterpiece. freddie carries on because he’s a part of so many people’s good memories and bohemian rhapsody is a huge part of that.

[deathbutwithfuzzyanimals]

Reblog if you have sung bohemian rhapsody with your friends

[reikah-deactivated20190906]

every time i see this post i’m reminded of the video of 65,000 people singing bohemian rhapsody in near-perfect harmony

like, what other song can make that claim?

[crewdlydrawn-deactivated2022072]

Some of the highlights of that video include:

The crowd cheering after the first stanza when they realize what they’re all doing

So many people audibly ‘doing the guitar parts’… like ya do

The sheer number of voices joining the rediculous falsetto (thanks, Roger)

How they all start jumping at the ramp-up “so you think you can stomp me”

Hands up, hundreds, thousands deep for the final “ooooo”s and the last line to close the song

[aces-to-apples]

Only days before my state went into lockdown, “Bohemian Rhapsody” came on in the restaurant kitchen I’d just been hired at and, no shit, every single worker in that little diner started singing along. Me (the only queer afaik), the manager, all the other kitchen workers, the dishwasher up front, the two people on the counter, all but two of the men over 30. Just belting out Freddie Mercury at the top of their lungs. And you can bet when “sometimes I wish I’d never been born at all” came around, we every single one of us ramped up the intensity and basically made sure Freddie could hear us in the afterlife.

[zohbugg]

[solitarelee]

[iamthespineofmybook]

One of the things that struck me, listening to the video, is that you cannot distinguish the original vocals from the crowd, and sometimes you can barely hear the music. And the POV is on the stage the speakers are playing the song from!

There’s good reason why, nearly fifty years after the height of their career, Queen is still considered one of the best bands of all time ever.

(And how albums left lying about in cars will eventually metamorphose into Best of Queen albums.)

[prismatic-bell]

Something else that’s rather incredible about this is, Bohemian Rhapsody is a very difficult song from a technical standpoint. Like–humor me, okay, go flip it on and try to sing the whole thing at the top of your voice without falling off-key, out of breath, or cracking at least once. Then come back.

Okay. You’re back? Welcome back. Unless you’re a trained singer, you probably can’t do it. There are too many long notes, too many key changes, and too many places where–if you’re singing all the parts–you’re just up and down the scale too damned fast. I’m saying this as a trained singer and I can’t do it. I always crack on “magnifico” and “leave me to die,” and I have a pretty decent range, but I know I sound ugly as hell on that final coda.

Okay. Now that we’ve established that, I want to talk a little about singing as a chorus. One of the things a lot of people learned during the pandemic is how hard it is to take twenty people, all in different places, and stitch them together to make a single coherent song with perfect pitch and timing. You’re all practicing on slightly your own tempo, slightly your own key, even if you’re all working from the same base track. (You can see this in a lot of the Wellerman compilations from Tiktok, where someone always says “Soon” a moment before everyone else on “soon may the Wellerman come.”) When you have a chorus comprised of many smaller choruses that are all traveling to be together, this is what dress rehearsal is for–to get all of you onto the same tempo so you’re starting and finishing at exactly the same time. This is a thing that normally only happens after at least several days of practice, and it is an important skill that must be taught. You’re not just born knowing how to do this.

I do not know how many people at that Green Day concert were trained singers. But I do know there is no way in hell all few thousand of them were a single group–they showed up a few at a time, maybe even flying solo for the night. Now go and listen to the video again. Listen to the ends of verses and the pickups. They’re fucking crisp as hell. Everyone is starting and ending at the same place. Not even a single note off. (And yes, you can hear when it’s a single note off, even in a crowd that big. A handful of people would be enough to throw it off.) And while a few in the crowd may be off-key, so many more are on-key that the cumulative effect is of the song being on-key. This isn’t even the band they’re there to see.

They don’t just know this song, this technically-difficult song, this long and complex song by a completely different band. They know it perfectly. They know it down to the fucking note. They know it so well that they did it in perfect synchrony, without a single chance to practice.

Do you know how insane that is?