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tiktok: christinajulian_91
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What should we do with The Mouth of Sauron (The Lord of the Rings)?
Hug
Kiss
Marry
Kill
Fun fact! Book Aragorn does not kill the Mouth of Sauron as that would be very bad negotiation etiquette. But I love that movie Aragorn kills him because after 13 months, thinking he's lost his girlfriend and misplacing 4 a total of 4 hobbits in 2 different ways on the *same fucking day*, running across half of middle earth, being gaslit by an annoying wizard and having to let down poor Eowyn just to watch her nearly die (like he REALLY cares for her just not like that), he is just so done. Oh yeah, and he just marched tired men through the most evil place on earth. Some of them left because it was so bad and man has already spent weeks in the Houses of Healing just to head out again probably to die.
Like this fucking motherfucker, gonna tell me that the tiny ones are dead, he's probably lying, this idiot wizard hiding in his tower cosplaying as Morgoth and I'm meant to negotiate with this ugly piece of smelly shit. Ain't no way, not today, you go sleepy bye bye now. I'd have killed him too.
You are more than the son of your father, you are the son of the earth, the sea, the sky. Magic is the fabric of this world, and you were born of that magic, you are magic itself, you cannot lose what you are.
(Please also see individual captions.)
On AO3.
Soundtrack.
Very late holiday art! Happy New Year! Inspired by Hana’s Merthur aesthetic, for which i have no chill. ILU bb! uvu *hold hands* <333
Gwen isn't even mad because she knows how it is when you give Merlin a lil' smooch on reflex.
the fact he can cross himself and invoke the lord and it only hurts but garlic will kill him outright implies garlic is more powerful then christ
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Every time I think about how public the Waynes are. I get the urge to make a Tabloid front-page.
Today. I gave into those urges. So, here it is!
The person that reblogged asking about Brucie, you are absolutely right. He should have made the cover.
Therefore, I hope you enjoy this!
Tim holding melatonin: hm
Dick: What?
Tim: wouldn’t it be kind of depressing if the melatonin bottle was stored in the ‘pain relief’ medication box?
Dick: .
Tim: …
Dick: please don’t make me think about that right now.
Tim: K *throws three melatonin gummies in his mouth* I’m gonna take a nap
Jason: you’re not supposed to take that many
Dick: YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO TAKE MELATONIN FOR A NAP.
Damian: Drake does not nap. He perishes for an hour and then is revived by pure coincidence.
Jason: heh I feel that.
Dick: why are you all so morbid?
Once a tire thief, always a tire thief.
a special treat for those of us who enjoy watching sam reich torture his friends and/or employees
Oh no.
Pt1
It continues, also with Robin. She leaves Steve on that floor, pathetically cycling through this random metalheads video game music repertoire, sending a silent apology for her fallen friend to the lady in the apartment below them, sure she got to hear Steve practicing his songs every now and then which was a blessing, but she also now had to deal with his pathetic puppy crush as well.
Sorry two (definitely not house-trained) poodle owning lady, Robin sent her condolences for her hearing. But only a little condolence, one of those dogs had left a steamer in the elevator and it was a tall-ass apartment block. Karma really, sweet sweet karma.
It continued because Robin had a mild gift for hunting people down on the internet, it was a skill she’d developed and honed purely to hunt down the assholes who occasionally popped up on Steve’s insta with threatening messages and dumb as shit behaviours that a best friend refused to abide by. Steve had never allowed her to do anything with the knowledge, but one day, one day, the dogs of war would be released, and she would rain fury down upon them for making him make the sad puppy eyes.
He was just a dude, sure he grew up with wealthy parents, sure he had connections since birth to help him get to where he wanted to be, but… that didn’t make him any less of a soft-ass with a genuine love of sports, and sweaters, and listening to audio books in reading nooks with mugs of coffee like some kind of pinterest mood board model.
That didn’t make him any less of an actual mother hen to several child actors and young musicians ensuring they got fair treatment, ensuring they were never taken advantage of by the industry or the people around them.
It continued because within an hour of sleuthing, Robin poked her head back around from Steve’s guest room (read: Robin’s second home), and proudly announced “Found him!” As loud as she could to get over the cover of the final boss battle from Banjo and Kazooie that Steve absolutely did not recognise but was clearly vibing to.
“Found who?”
“Your mystery hater! He’s a—”
“Robin!! You can’t dox people!!”
“I’m not doxing him, I’m telling you exactly where he is so you can go confront him.”
“That is exactly what doxing is. How did you even find him?!”
“Dumbass posted a pic of a newspaper article that his friend wrote, which, uhm, that’s pretty cool I guess, but it had her name on it! All I had to do was search LinkedIn for her and boom, I gottem.”
“…Okay so he’s basically asking to be found is what you’re saying right now.”
“EXACTLY, can we go? Can we? I wanna see him squirm like a little bitch baby when you turn up to confront him.”
“All you’ll see is my pathetic attempts to flirt with him because I don’t know how I’d be anything but pathetic around him I mean have you seen his hands? Do you remember the Hemsworth incident? Do you remember the Hemsworth incident, Robin?” The incident in question involving a low doorway and a concussion that left him delirious in the fantastic arms of the God of Thunder.
“Do I remember you acting like a drunk school girl with her first crush around a guy with biceps bigger than your head? Yes. Yes I do. It was hilarious and you gained a handsome Aussie as a life-long friend out of that pathetic display—"
“I was concussed.”
“Drunk school girl. That doesn’t mean you can’t manage to charm a little bitch from Indiana, we’re from Indiana, we have common ground, you can bond with him!”
“Oh, because being born within the same state makes for such a conversation starter… should we really go?” Would that be stupid? Would that be crossing a line? Would that be absolutely batshit insane?
“For true love—" and champagne in First-Class "I think we should.”
“…Fine.”
Musical giant and huge nepo baby Steve Harrington getting a monster crush on the weird metalhead "I MAKE METAL COVERS OF GAME MUSIC" guy, who only crossed his radar cause Steve did a fun little chill cover of a metal song as an experiment and the guy just blasted it for a week straight.
It starts off with the cover. It's Robin's idea really, she told him he needed to branch out, try something new, not that his usual stuff was getting any less popular but it wouldn't hurt to try something as a fun experiment, so he put it to his fans on Insta.
There's a few runner up genre ideas he saves for future experiments, but the clear winner, which he half expects won as a joke because in what world has he ever made it seem like he can actually stick the vocal landing that most if not all metal bands seem to really excel at?
Steve's style is soft crooning, warm tones that set a nice lil ember in your tummy that leaves you feeling just a little high, like your ears just got sweet tender love made to them then thoroughly little spooned afterwards.
So he, without any hope of picking one for himself because wow that genre is daunting, the bands are amazing, full of wonderful people but friendly chats at music awards are all he's ever touched with that genre, makes the fans pick a song for him to experiment with.
Crazy Train is the winner, so, with a quick request sent to the Osbornes for permission to fuck around on Insta because he's nothing if not polite, he gets to work on it.
The response is... mixed. Some love it, many hate it, Robin thinks it was a great experiment, but this one guy, this ONE guy, is so vocally against it, that Steve has a peek at his insta to see where the hell he gets the stones to come at him like that for a whole goddamn week and oh.
Oh okay.
Hands. Rings. Long, deft, ring adorned fingers dancing along the neck of a stunning crackle-paint warlock.
An hour later Robin walks in (read: broke into Steve's fancy apartment because he wasnt answering his phone) to find Steve just laying there, his phone playing metal covers of game songs that she knows he doesnt even remotely recognise but he's having such a gay crisis (read: spiritual awakening) that he cannot move.
"Steve?"
"Robin, i've fallen in love with an asshole and I can't get up, help."
"...Right."
Pt2
Sometimes Jason Todd makes bad choices.
Cackling rn.
my cat hates taking his pills. the only way we can get him to eat them is to turn it into an elaborate pantomime - we take the packet out of the cupboard slowly and hold it up, saying “oh!! what’s this? what’s this? a TREAT? a TREAT for louis????” while making surprised faces. we offer him a pill… then, before he has a chance to sniff it, we wag our fingers at him and replace it in the packet so it becomes a Tantalising Forbidden Mystery. we continue doing this until he’s so confused and excited that he will eat the pill as fast as possible, just so he can find out what it is before we can take it away from him again. as soon as he’s eaten it he looks utterly disappointed and betrayed, like a child who just ate a delicious sweet only to find it was a chocolate-coated brussels sprout. it never gets old
Op this is the funniest thing I’ve ever read
op how could you just hide this from me in the tag this makes this objectively 10000000% funnier
50 First Doses
You trick Louis? You trick Louis like a common fool? Oh jail, jail for owners ONE MILLION YE-oh what’s this? A treat?
absolutely obsessed with the idea of the modern knights all packed into sir leon’s soccer mom van