“I’m really sorry for interrupting your lunch,” Jon says, still so apologetically sincere despite it being the fifth time today he’s told her that.
“And I’m still really ok with it, Jon.” She smiles at him, though, a brief flash of crooked teeth to let him know that she’s not irritated by him in the least.
After all, despite following her around for the last couple of hours, Jon has been more than useful. He’s helping her organize files at the moment, and Brienne can’t help but notice that he’s better than most secretaries.
So I lied, because I forgot I had to add this small scene at the end. NEXT PART = ALL THE DRAMA :D (i feel like Im ramping you all up for something huge, and now i HAVE to deliver haha)
“How can detention be fun?” Jaime asks, nose scrunched up in utter confusion.
Stiles shrugs. They’re in the back of the library, hidden behind stacks of books with their feet on the table in front of them, sitting side by side on small wooden chairs. Stiles hasn’t stopped smiling since he showed up- he can still feel the way Jaime had squeezed him tight, his brown hair tickling Stiles’ cheeks as he burrowed his head Stiles’ neck, his expression so open and honest as he welcomed Stiles.
Stiles has never been looked at like that before, like he’s hung the moon or some crazy thing like that, and he can’t. Stop. Smiling.
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i literally told my housemate the other day that i was going to cook cereal
that is the extent of my cooking prowess
it doesn’t take fili long to figure out bilbo’s feelings for thorin.
it should bother him, how easily the dwarf has learned to read him. but bilbo understands how shared misery can bond people, and he knows that with fili’s heartache, he’s needed to focus on something other than his brother.
so when fili comes up behind him and pokes him gently in the side one day, whispering “don’t look now, but you’ve been capturing my uncle’s stare for a while. quite flattering, eh?”, bilbo only snorts and replies acidly, “you best focus on gathering wood, dear prince, and not on gossiping. it wouldn’t do you any good to capture your uncle’s stare for not following orders, now would it?”
after a chuckle and a quick bump of shoulders, fili heads off.
“my nephew seems to have grown quite fond of you, halfling.” bilbo almost drops his pipe in surprise, looking up to a smiling thorin standing ever so handsomely in front of him.
bilbo feels himself flush slightly, still not quite used to being in favor with the king. “he’s quite nice to talk to, for all his troublesome ways,” he replies, eyes focusing on his pipe.
thorin laughs softly, a small rumble from deep within his chest, and settles down beside the hobbit. “he’s a good lad. not quick to trust, too. i suppose that speaks quite well of your character, given how close you and he have become.”
bilbo only smiles, entirely sure that his ears were as bright as his cheeks. thorin returns his smile, inching just a bit closer to the hobbit, just enough for their knees to brush. bilbo can feel thorin’s hand on his outer thigh, palm facedown on the ground but pressed in-between their bodies.
he’s quite sure he’s not imagining those same fingers caressing his leg, however soft the touch may be.
so bilbo, impulsively as can be, places his own down as well, mere inches from thorin’s. it is an invitation, as much of one as a handwritten note is, and he can’t help the renewed flush that comes to his face.
it is all worth it, however, for the way thorin’s fingers trace his own mere moments later, calloused digits outlining the infinitely smaller hand with a care and gentleness bilbo had not known dwarves possessed.
the smile he carries for the rest of the night, fili tells him later, is practically obscene.
“please do me the honour of accepting my hand.”
the hobbit has done something that no other fandom has ever managed to do
it has made me ship an incestuous couple
and i am still super iffy about this fic idea of mine, but basically
fili has known for years that his brother is his one. has known that his steady devotion and strong affection for kili is more than brotherly, that the manner in which his eyes trail after his brother’s form is less than appropriate, and that no other person will ever stir his heart the way kili does.
but he doesnt entertain the idea of saying anything because kili reached maturity more than a few years back, and he hasnt shown any indication of returning fili’s feelings yet. and fili knows, as do all dwarves, that not all ‘ones’ are reciprocated.
and fili isnt willing to tarnish the bond he has with his brother over feelings hes not entirely sure are returned.
so on the journey, he tries to keep his feelings to himself as best he can, although he knows he mostly fails. he simply cant help himself when he fusses over kili’s braids, or tends to his brother’s injuries with a careful eye and soft touch. bringing kili his food first has always been a habit of fili’s, as well as ensuring him the best cut of meat and the warmest fur for sleeping.
his love is all-consuming, he knows, but fili is more than aware at how oblivious his brother is, so he continues on with his treatment despite the considering looks some of the company throw his way.
when fili overhears a conversation between his uncle and balin, however, he is utterly brokenhearted.
“everything all right with the lad?” asks balin, and fili knows he is speaking of kili from the way both men turn at stare at the young prince.
“hes informed me of his intention to court once we retake erebor” thorin replies moodily. “boy should focus more on the task at hand instead of day dreaming of an unsecured future”
balin chuckles as all color drains from filis face. “oh, leave him be. besides, a marriage can help raise the spirits for when we reestablish erebor. i know that my own dear brother has already planned a spring wedding for himself and ori”
thorin only sighs.
balin continues. “my heart goes out to fili, though-“
and it is at this point that fili cant handle it anymore and rushes out, because pity was never something he could stomach, not when he was a small dwarfling with little food and not now that he is an adult dwarf with a broken heart
(what balin was going to say, of course, was “i don’t know how he’ll deal with such an excitable and energetic spouse”. thorin hums and agrees, because kili is known far and wide for his endless supply of energy)
so fili rushes out, clearing a path for himself away from the camp, away from his love whom will never care for him. because although fili has tried not to get high hopes, his heart is still crushed with the thought that he never stood a chance at all.
it is bilbo who finds him, surprisingly.
bilbo wasn’t even looking for fili when he went out on a walk far from camp that evening. hed simply wanted to be alone for a moment, away from the confusing king that’d been consuming bilbo’s thoughts for the longest time.
it wasn’t that the king was still treating him like a bug under his boot- no, it was the fact that thorin was trying to be nice. and the small part of bilbo that has admired thorin since the moment he showed up on his doorstep cannot handle the small tokens of friendship the king is offering
because, damn it all, bilbo doesn’t want the dwarf’s friendship
so before he made a fool of himself with his silly affections, bilbo decided to take a walk, and that is when he happens upon fili
and he’s about to walk away, figuring that the prince also wished for some privacy, but his ears twitch almost instantaneously with the sound of fili’s crying
and bilbo is much too much of a baggins to leave a hurting friend alone, so he gathers his resolve and hugs fili, fiercely, because he knows that whatever is ailing fili isn’t physical
it takes a moment, for fili to relax in his arms. but bilbo simply holds on and whispers soft words of encouragement and love, petting golden hair with a timidness bilbo hadn’t quite known he still had. and after a while of this, of them sitting there on the cold floor, fili starts to speak
he tells bilbo a story, first, of when he and kili were only children, living in a small house with their mother and uncle. he explains that money was always scarce, as was food, but regardless of this, he had a good childhood. he knew love, unconditional love, from thorin and his mother, and so when he was young, he’d liked to pick flowers in the outskirts of town.
he’d bring them to his mum, sometimes more weed than flower, and shed always take them with a kind smile and a strong hug. hed even give some to thorin, occasionally, and fili’s lips twitch slightly when he explains the gobsmacked expression his uncle wore whenever this happened.
but, fili continues, as he grew older and matured out of such childish customs, he still wanted to bring flowers to one person. and hes never stopped wanting to since.
it is at this moment that bilbo understands- and he only hugs fili closer, for he knows how terrible heartbreak is. he still remembers those last few years of his mother, right after bungo passed, and bilbo would not wish that kind of pain on anyone
fili slowly explains the conversation he heard between thorin and balin, and bilbo, unsure of what to say, begins to share his own romantic history
he hasn’t got much of one, if he were completely honest, and his failed courtships are more embarrassing than not, but he figures that if fili is sharing such a vital part of his soul with him, reciprocation is at least polite.
so bilbo speaks of the brandybck girl who’d had it in her head for years that they were in love and destined for one another, and how bilbo had to hide in his own bushes of she were to suddenly appear when he was gardening.
he talks of a goold hobbit, who seemed very sincere in his affections for bilbo for many a month, only for bilbo to find out that all the dirty scrap had wanted was a share of bag end. and so, he continues, he’s been alone ever since, given up on romance for good, and has long since accepted his status as an old spinster.
and fili listens intently, momentarily putting aside his own dilemas for the sake of hearing of bilbo’s, and they both chuckle quietly over old tales and they sympathize with each other, and they hold one another close for comfort.
its a while before they head back to camp, but when they do, bilbo and fili sit just a bit closer around the fire and lean into each other’s warmth just that much more
Jeremy Renner for SNL: Shoot somebody
I will never be able to sing this song with the proper lyrics again…
I will seriously always reblog this gif. Because it’s the most real GIF I’ve ever seen.I just can’t help but find all the beauty in it. It’s so amazing. I can’t explain.
This is how I imagine people feel when they get anon hate :’(
The Lord of the Rings Meme | ten scenes (2/10)
Farewell to Lórien.
This is my favorite fucking scene.
If you’ve read the Silmarillion, you know who Fëanor was. If you don’t, Fëanor was the dickhead who created the Silmarils: three indescribably beautiful and magical jewels that contained the light and essence of the world before it became flawed. They were the catalyst for basically every important thing that happened in the First Age of Middle Earth.
It is thought that the inspiration for the Silmarils came to Fëanor from the sight of Galadriel’s shining, silver-gold hair.
He begged her three times for single strand of her beautiful hair. And every time, Galadriel refused him. Even when she was young, Galadriel’s ability to see into other’s hearts was very strong, and she knew that Fëanor was filled with nothing but fire and greed.
Fast forward to the end of the Third Age.
Gimli, visiting Lorien, is also struck by Galadriel’s beauty. During the scene where she’s passing out her parting gifts to the Fellowship, Galadriel stops empty-handed in front of Gimli, because she doesn’t know what to offer a Dwarf. Gimli tells her: no gold, no treasure… just a single strand of hair to remember her beauty by.
She gives him three. Three.
And this is why Gimli gets to be an Elf Friend, people. Because Galadriel looks at him and thinks he deserves what she refused the greatest Elf who ever lived—- and then twice that. And because he has no idea of the significance of what she’s just given him, but he’s going to treasure it the rest of his life anyway.
Just look at that smile on Legolas’s face in the last panel. He gets it. He knows the backstory. And I’m pretty sure this is the moment he reconsiders whether Elves and Dwarves can’t be friends after all.