#so that... happened

[thunderingtyphoons]

ayyy I finally finished writing about these goobers after like 15 months

let’s see how much I ended up-- holy fucking shit

uhhhhh maybe next I’ll learn to edit then

[yelverton]

@notquitesoancient no im not watching i was genuinely asking! thank you!

[thewalrus-said]

i was listening to howard shore today at work and got super sidetracked thinking about trans!eowyn

imagine her being introduced to her uncle as eodred, barely able to stand on her own but tiny fists clenching because she already knows that isn’t right

imagine her years later, mourning her parents but at the same time recognizing the opportunity she has

imagine her sewing padding into as many dresses as she can get her hands on, eomer stopping by her threshold, looking at her for a moment, and then returning with a pile of the loveliest gowns she’s ever seen, and picking up a needle and thread

imagine her introducing herself to her uncle again, this time as eowyn, and theoden smiling and bowing and addressing her as sister-daughter

imagine her watching eomer ride off for battle, feeling wormtongue’s eyes on her in fleeting glimpses, seeing her uncle fade, and fighting down the realization that no matter what she does, no matter how true to herself she is, she may not ever get what she really wants

imagine her weeping quietly in the night, because she doesn’t regret her choices, she doesn’t, but she mourns the opportunities for valor and glory that are closed to her now

imagine her meeting aragorn, and yearning for him with a sharp twist behind her heart, for the casual life of adventure he seems to take for granted, for the way he seems at ease in his own skin

imagine her shearing her hair off the night before the troops ride out, once again stealing clothes from those around her, this time trousers and a loose shirt (this time she doesn’t let eomer see what she’s doing)

imagine her standing, ragged and grieving and aching, and shoving her sword into the gaping void inside the witch-king’s helmet, and finally, finally satisfied

imagine her holding hands with faramir, the black breath gone and her skin finally calm on her bones, knowing now that she really is capable of anything

imagine her with a choice she never thought she’d have - what to do next.

[iamxkira]

[xvvhitenoise]

Skipping class to sleep for fourteen hours was an excellent idea. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner.