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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr

I forget its been a year

It's crazy on here and I regret nothing

going absolutely hogshit feral over Thranduil being a loved and popular king. like he parties with his subjects and they love it. he’s like the Cool Dad Of Mirkwood. little kids give him flowers and he tucks them gently into his crown. birds land on his crown. his soldiers and subjects love him. he may seem isolationist, cold, feral and strange to outsiders but to his subjects. he’s a Father Figure

Y'all can go ahead and celebrate the Ides of March and the assassination of Julius Caesar or whatever-- I will be celebrating the day that Merry & Eowyn Stabbed and Killed the Witch-King of Angmar like a normal person, thank you.

obsessed with how tidy he keeps his hair around Gil Galad versus the floppy hair in Khazad Dum. look at this

Gil Galad is like that grandmother who pulls kids close and combs their hair until they yell

Galadriel is a true role model because a hot guy said, “You can fix me.” And she said get f*cked

gym partner!gaz who invites you to tag along with him to the gym to show you how to lift properly and all that.

maybe he’s your neighbor who’ve you grown a good relationship with — you water his plants while he’s on deployment and he feeds your cat while you’re away.

so when you mention in passing that you want to start lifting after one too many gym girls show up on your TikTok fyp, he jumps at the chance to show you.

“why hire a trainer when you got me right here, love? save your money and allat.” and he’s right! kyle’s military and clearly works out enough to know what he’s doing, so what’s the harm in him showing you how to barbell squat and do a couple of RDLs? your apartment has a gym so it makes it easier for you two to meet up anyway.

except you aren’t exactly prepared for just how good kyle looks bench-pressing 225 lbs.

you’re not blind, you know that kyle is a good-looking guy to put it simply, and enough of your friends have lingered at your door on the way out in hopes of catching a glimpse of him while he’s leaving or coming back in.

but this is just so different — he’s so focused, so disciplined, so in control.

gone is the kyle who jokes about your upstairs neighbor who stomps around at 6 in the morning. he’s been replaced by some tactile man who controls every movement with hairlike precision. fingers wrapped around the metal bar firmly as his arms flex with every up and down movement.

you just hope that when he finishes he doesn’t realize just how turned on you are.

he grunts as he finishes his last few reps, and you subtly squeeze your thighs at the noise, wondering if it would sound the same as he slides into you for the first time.

“are you alright?” kyle questions, looking up at you with concern, and you just manage to nod. kyle drops it before taking a drink from his water, and you watch, a little dazed, how a few droplets of sweat fall down the column of his neck underneath his black compression shirt.

“i know you said you mainly wanted to focus on legs, but i figured it be nice to walk you through every movement before getting started.” kyle’s clearly showing off —the proud look in his eyes gives him away — but it doesn’t really matter because whatever reaction he was angling for, (awe? fluster? horniness?), he got it.

“c’mon, lemme show you how to squat,” he says before walking you over to the squat racks, and suddenly you remember the whole purpose of this gym sesh which wasn’t to ogle how good kyle’s ass looks in his sweatpants.

he gets everything ready for you, hands super touchy when he positions you, and the next thing you know, he’s right behind you, spotting you as you squat the bar. his body heat warms every inch of your skin and you feel yourself unraveling by the minute as he brings a hand to your leg to position you properly.

your thoughts of ‘you’re fine, it’s completely fine, it’s just your neighbor, kyle’ are completely shot when he leans in and murmurs “that’s a good girl” after completing your last rep.

fuck it.

you’re just lucky that you made it back up to your place before you’re both stripping, teeth clashing into one another as you messily make out, whimpering into his mouth as he grinds his hard-on into you.

you were always more of a cardio girl anyway.

we don’t talk enough about the fact that there was a period of time when bilbo was in possession of the one ring, the arkenstone, and a mithril shirt. that’s one hell of a collection and he was most excited about an acorn…

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Next installment of Lord of the Rings AU: It's Fine, Everybody's Fine is Aragorn's coronation, at which Boromir W E E P S:

I think in a circumstance where Boromir lives, or even just in interacting with Faramir in canon, Aragorn would be very aware of the optics of striding in out of the wilderness to take a throne that the line of stewards had been fighting and dying for in his absence (Thorongil cosplay aside). Cool thing is, in this AU, seeing the king's throne filled and experiencing Gondor at peace for the first time in living history is more than Boromir EVER hoped for.

The day the White Tree sapling blooms, Aragorn wakes up Faramir and Boromir like a six-year-old on Christmas:

And then there's that FIRST SUNRISE over the Mountains of Shadow, when day breaks over a defeated east that's clean and clear and Boromir WEEPS AGAIN because he NEVER THOUGHT he'd see such a thing and YES this is a THIRST TRAP why do you ASK

Hell yeah I gave him a tattoo, it's the seven stars of Gondor plus a coastal rockrose that grows in sandy soils along the Mediterranean because I figure that's like Dol Amroth in honor of HIS MOM because I LOVE SYMBOLISM