April 26th - Gandalf arrives in Bag End and tries to pursuade Bilbo to take part in an adventure, but he declines the offer.
"Sorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you. Not today. Good morning! But please come to tea - any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Come tomorrow! Good bye!" With that the hobbit turned and scuttled inside his round green door, and shut it as quickly as he dared, not to seem rude. Wizards after all are wizards.
u know ur a tumblr local when u immediately come here to make sure ao3 is down and see people already posting about it. how dare ao3 be down and deprive me of my gay fanfiction. this is homophobic.
Devin Kelly, from “All That Wanting, Right?”
Janet Fitch, White Oleander // Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye // Gail Carson Levine, "Fairest" // Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters // Hieu Minh Nguyen, "Pig" // Valentina-Remenar on DeviantArt // Ashe Vernon, Not A Girl
Paul singing Here Today in 2004. He repeats the "I Love You" part four times
“i think you were a barista in another life” ☕️🌟
The cloak was so long on the hobbit it dragged like a wedding gown train behind him.
Y’know, maybe it should never have been shocking that as the son of an amputee, Jayce has no trouble seeing the beauty in imperfections and how they make us who we are.
Jayce didn’t encounter his first disability with Viktor, or in his own household when his leg was broken, but with his mother when she lost her fingers to the cold on the day the mage (Viktor) saved them both. Her disability wasn’t a weakness to Jayce, it was a product of profound strength battling the elements to save her and her son’s life.