The dumbest bitch! me!

Just to talk and be annoying! Dawn, any pronouns

[kinuko]

Alright we get it

[kinuko]

This was the picture btw

[ministarfruit]

my friend and I decided Éomer was the envy of all lotr horse girls. especially Aragorn.

[ministarfruit]

the three kings

[ministarfruit]

here have transmasc bard because I think killing a dragon is just what a man does on his period honestly

[1000cavalry]

Absolutely hilarious honestly.

He’s dragging himself out of the river after killing Smaug, absolutely dreading the idea of having to find dry clothes and cloth padding for the bleeding.

And now everyone is declaring him king.

[ministarfruit]

#the real reason the elves and men became such close allies was because the elves brought lots of wine and pain-easing herbs

I LOVE THIS TAG YOU LEFT SO I DREW IT!

fastest friendship in the north: the elvenking fixed his cramps so bard was like aight I guess we're on the same side now

[ministarfruit]

half-blind elvenking

[plutolichen]

A scene from chapter twelve of @scary-grace's fic, Kairos!

Every day. Every day between that day and the last one, he saw her. He never thought to live without her, and now he is, and even that last morning when they were tired and worried and not terrified yet, he was happier than he has been since she died. He thinks. Maybe. Sometimes he catches flashes of it – a different kind of happiness than before – but it’s likely his imagination. Being alive feels much less like a chore than it did at first, but that does not mean he still doesn’t wish – You don’t have to wish that, Rirosseth says. I don’t want you to wish that. Thranduil rolls over onto his back and stairs at the ceiling once more. His hair is stuck to his shoulders, to the side of his neck, and he peels it away. The air is so hot, and so still. Would it be too much to ask for a breeze?

Uncontested number one Barduil fic for me, in no small part due to my personal connection to its setting. We've had a few miserably hot & stagnant days up here in Kairosland, and for the past couple of years our summers have made me think of the earlier parts of this fic, which take place in summer, so I figured if I have to suffer I may as well draw Thranduil suffering similarly. I've been messing with a new brush and really liking it so far, might retire the old one after TRSB...

[plutolichen]

A scene from chapter twelve of @scary-grace's fic, Kairos!

Every day. Every day between that day and the last one, he saw her. He never thought to live without her, and now he is, and even that last morning when they were tired and worried and not terrified yet, he was happier than he has been since she died. He thinks. Maybe. Sometimes he catches flashes of it – a different kind of happiness than before – but it’s likely his imagination. Being alive feels much less like a chore than it did at first, but that does not mean he still doesn’t wish – You don’t have to wish that, Rirosseth says. I don’t want you to wish that. Thranduil rolls over onto his back and stairs at the ceiling once more. His hair is stuck to his shoulders, to the side of his neck, and he peels it away. The air is so hot, and so still. Would it be too much to ask for a breeze?

Uncontested number one Barduil fic for me, in no small part due to my personal connection to its setting. We've had a few miserably hot & stagnant days up here in Kairosland, and for the past couple of years our summers have made me think of the earlier parts of this fic, which take place in summer, so I figured if I have to suffer I may as well draw Thranduil suffering similarly. I've been messing with a new brush and really liking it so far, might retire the old one after TRSB...

[anotherhawk]

You know, in other circumstances I might dislike making a character immortal, but I think that the Eridian medical thrum were faced with the choice between trying to solve Rocky's severe co-dependence and PTSD in less than thirty years time OR unlocking the secrets of the human genome and turning off Grace's aging and felt that the latter was a MUCH more realistic prospect.

[pangur-and-grim]

things I’ve noticed in the UK:

- when you’re jay walking, cars will actively accelerate bc the drivers want to kill you for breaking the rules

- servers in restaurants act very scared and apologetic, so maybe people aren’t nice to them here??? or I could be terrifying

- it’s really cute when little kids have British accents, but I’m unmoved by adults with accents

- extremely good gluten free options. this country is like 20 years ahead of Canada in that regard

- people will give random insignificant buildings names with little plaques. and then that’s the name that shows up on the map. like even a smaller than average family home, you can name it like it’s a dog

- lots of brick and stone buildings. looks cute and charming until you enter one and there’s no air conditioning

- people are still wearing jaguar print. I like this. don’t let it die

[pangur-and-grim]

ohhh okay! amendment: cars will actively try to kill you for being small and made of flesh, instead of cool and metal like them

[emptyskiff]

Grace's bike of "i ride a bike to work, and it's not for exercise" fame

[granny-garbanzo-gay-baby-blog]

I sniffed her. and she smelled like. no penis.

Obvio.usly Ma.ma’s. whole penis j.ust fell off. we’re all looki.ng for it. So everybody stand up. please. And make sure you’re not sitting on it. because Granny already lookied u.nder the bed. and it wasn’t there.

[lizardho]

He’s been so gentle and snuggly since I got back, but he does seem kinda alarmed that I smell different.

[briarplant]

Fun fact: by just using imaginary numbers, some Evil Math, and 101 rotating vectors You Can Create a shitty approximation of a fish.

[kirby97]

two points of view on math fish

[kyraneko]

it isn't good art unless it's itself enough to get haters, so

win

[the-haiku-bot]

it isn’t good art

unless it’s itself enough

to get haters, so

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[darlingtheyfoundthebody]

[glycdiallan-deactivated20220127]

Emily Carroll

[thelibrarina]

I reblog this every time I see it, because the part that makes this so horrific to me, is that the room is a direct callback to Goodnight Moon. It takes this memory of safety and security and turns it directly upside down and I love it.

[granny-garbanzo-gay-baby-blog]

I sniffed her. and she smelled like. no penis.

Obvio.usly Ma.ma’s. whole penis j.ust fell off. we’re all looki.ng for it. So everybody stand up. please. And make sure you’re not sitting on it. because Granny already lookied u.nder the bed. and it wasn’t there.

[lizardho]

Pesis is gone. 😳

[tanblaque]

[krumbymatcha]

@alien-in-washington you have to see this one it's genuinely so peak and cool holy moly

[gallusrostromegalus]

A cat is a machine that turns proteins into violence.

[starathsbunker]

#Helios was declawed by his former owners so he doesn't just slap things he dislikes like most cats#he really only feels confident in hissing at them#Especially because a lot of the thing he doesn't like are bugs and those are sharp sometimes :(#Selene has figured this out and now when she hears him hiss she sprints over the kill the fuck out of the bug#Helios has learned she will do this so he'll hiss at stuff louder and louder until she hears him#A nervous old man and his emotional support homicidal maniac tags by @gallusrostromegalus

I couldn't reblog without the tags because the context is hilarious

[gallusrostromegalus]

A Nervous Old Man (right) and his Emotional Support Violence Machine (Left)

Yes, he is more than twice her size. Yes, he is five times her age. Yes, he cries like a big baby until she kills Unacceptable Scary Things (earwigs) for him.

[cm8x-insanity]

I couldn't get these two and their dynamic out of my head, @gallusrostromegalus I doodled them (guessed on their collars)

[gallusrostromegalus]

OH MY GOD MY CATS HAVE FANART