#this remains

[kiwibirdlafayette]

“With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite. How truly beautiful it is, that we exist.”

This started off as a vent piece but then I started listening to Saturn and it just, gives a lot of post-season 2 Blinky vibes so heres some multiple amulet AU

[jupiterwaterwheel]

I tell small lies for no reason other than my anxiety telling me whatever I can make up in the split second between hearing a question as to my activities or impetus and opening my mouth is better than revealing the truth because I could "get in trouble," and I hate this the most about myself

[cosmospoons]

me: is back on my bullshit

everyone who knows me:

[vonbaghager]

like i can understand why people don’t like him but you don’t have to make posts like that jesus fuck

you don’t have to make up reasons to get people to hate him so people keep him off your dash

just say “i don’t like him,” blacklist him, and move on

[averyimportantdwarf]

This Remains | archer-of-durin

They had stayed a good many days in Laketown, with Kili recovering from his wound and their burglar from his nasty cold. Thorin had not been inclined to push them too hard, though each day that passed brought them one step closer to achieving their goal, or yet missing it forever. But unease lay upon him, for their purpose was now revealed to the men of the lake, and at no small price. 

All will share in the wealth of the mountain! he had crowed in passion to the gathered crowd. The news had spread like wildfire, if not by hushed murmur of the crowd than through the tried and true network of word of mouth gossip, and as such there was not one in the town who had not by now heard of the dwarf prince's generosity. They were singing his praises, calling him the lord of silver fountains and talking of their streets run through with gold like a river.

At the time, swept up in the heated political tensions between the men of the lake and its master, Thorin found his words had come unbidden, his tongue loosened as he made promises that now, given the time and space to think and cool, he was not so certain he would keep.

But the treasuries of Thrór were vast and flowing. Surely it would be no hardship to part with but a portion of it? He was already sparing fourteen shares split among his companions.

Still, there was no more reason to linger, now that their burglar had recovered they could well be on their way once more. As for his nephew, well, (and here Thorin cast a glance at the young dwarf sitting rigidly in his corner)

--there were reasons beyond simple courtesy and the need to heal that had delayed their leaving. 

For not the first time, Thorin thought to tell him outright and ease both of their burdens as one. His nephew would not take it well, Thorin knew, and he supposed it was just as well that the decision fell like a shadow on his heart, if only that it made his own guilt easier to bear.

Incensed, Thorin turned his thoughts and eyes away from his nephew and went instead for his pipe hoping, perhaps in vain, that a long smoke in the fresh air might lend his heart and mind some measure of peace. Tonight would be the last, he knew, for whatever lay beyond the lake in the shadow of the mountain would not allow him to rest with such a guarantee of safety again.

He thought to take his heavy heart and burdened thoughts and be alone, but hesitated instead on the threshold and could not help one more glance in his wounded nephew's direction, nor stop the sudden burst of pride in his chest at just how much the young dwarf had grown.

Dís would be proud, to see her son now, and to know how far he had come and how bravely he had fought. Kili's courage and his loyalty could be a lesson to them all, and it had warmed Thorin's heart to know his sister-son was behind him. And in all this, his heart faltered, consumed by guilt, because he knew they would be leaving tomorrow, and it was not his intention to take the boy along.

If this night was the last they might share together this side of Durin's Halls, he did not think he could bear it for them to part in enmity. 

With a troubled sigh, Thorin took up his pipe and his tobacco pouch and made his way to Kili's dark corner to stand by his chair. He inclined his head in greeting and offered up a tentative smile, as if unsure of its reception. 

"I was just going to have a smoke," Thorin said. "I thought perhaps you might like to join me?"