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#another universe #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #B&L #belfort and lupin series #belfort and lupin #belfort #lupin #animated

hi tumbly I hope you enjoy my first Belfort attempts :-)

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The next time a hardcore Fëanorian stan excuses or defends what Celegorm and Curufin did to Lúthien, they have to spend a year with C&C (in the years post-B&L meaning no Huan or Celebrimbor)

Anyways...I'm going to reread Beren and Lúthien and all of it's versions to see once and for all if Lúthien and Beren are as bad as the fandom makes them (specifically Lúthien) out to be.

(note: I will be using the tag "drywall by luthien tinuviel" for my reread posts in case you're curious)

#drywall by luthien tinuviel #beren and luthien #b&l #the lay of leithian #beren and luthien reread #b&l reread #the lay of leithian reread #b&l blog

Getting to know each other on the way to Angand

Beren: So Idril was a child when you crossed the ice, how old was she? How old were you? how old are you now?

Finrod: Not as old as I could have been but not as old as you might think

Beren: Well that was frustratingly vague (turns) Hpw old are you?

Edrahil: Twenty -

Beren: See that’s an answer

Edrahil: - Roughly if we’re trying to convert years

Beren: …nevermind

#finrod #edrahil #beren #b&l #incorrect silmarillion quotes #tolkien #source: teen wolf

title: an afternoon long ago by luluwquidprocrow

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bertrand baudelaire&lemony snicket; implied beatrice baudelaire/bertrand baudelaire/lemony snicket; the fountain of victorious finance

i love the way lulu writes lemony and bertrand, the small details, the pain, it's all so good! (also sunny remembering the day playing in the fountain of victorious finance unaware of the vfd hijinks (that's probably not the right word, but the way vfd operates is often objectively so funny) going on in the background is one of my absolute favorite moments from these books.)

excerpt:

Bertrand sat down on the edge of the fountain, still wringing his socks. They’d have to go another time, that’s all. And Violet could go through her room first, to see if there was anything she needed for an invention instead of remembering when they got home, and Klaus could look for a book on knot tying, and Bertrand was about to think about the little sundresses Beatrice had finally perfected sewing for Sunny with the right size pockets so she could carry the hard giraffe she liked to chew on when someone stepped out of the nearby alleyway.

Bertrand tilted his head, looking past the alley, watching without watching, a habit he had never forgotten. A man stood at the corner, tucking something into an inside pocket in his jacket. He kept his shoulders hunched and his head down, as if trying to hide extra height, and he wore a hat at an angle that covered his eyes. It was not the posture or the clothes that gave Bertrand pause—a man in a brown suit and hat was not an uncommon sight in the banking district, although Bertrand was used to looking for the uncommon in the common—it was the hands. They fidgeted in a way no one could cover up with even the best disguise, tugging on the cuffs of the jacket for comfort, adjusting the hat further although it didn’t need it. An old but well-cared-for watch glinted for a second as the man buttoned his jacket with careful fingers. Bertrand knew the engraving on the back of that watch, and that there was a thin white scar along the man’s left thumb because of a paring knife, and that his fingertips were flat from years of typing even when the man was fourteen years younger.

Bertrand stood. He breathed slowly, clenching the socks in his hand. If he didn’t feel a real and tangible object to hold on to, no matter how soggy and spongy, he thought for sure he was going to wake up at home and find out it was just another dream. But it was true. The sun was burning at his back and the socks were cold and dripping in his hand and Lemony Snicket was turning and looking past him, because he’d learned the same unforgettable habit too. His eyes were fixed in the distance, almost resolutely; and then he looked back.

Don’t run, Bertrand thought, instinctively. Please don’t run.

#june fic rec challenge #asoue #b/b/l #b&l #bertrand baudelaire #lemony snicket