I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.

My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813

And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like

Some people have been wondering about the raccoon. Listen. Listennn. Don't ask about the raccoon.

But does the racoon survive the Uruk-Hai? Does he curl up on Aragorn's head, or does he go straight to Faramir? Does he bite Denethor?

My friend. My colleague. My brother my captain my king. I too have been pondering this question, and in my mind there can be only one ultimate outcome.

A few months later

All hail the High Warden of Gondor.

Epilogue: It ADORES Faramir.

Every time I see this post I’m obligated to reblog and make it your problem too!

me reading jane eyre for the first time and not knowing a single thing about it beforehand and figuring okay well its a coming of age story and here's this haters to lovers romance i guess its pretty normal and then grace poole fucking bites someone

I can't interfere, it's a canon event.

ELKSY!!! ELKSY ITS NOT GRACE POOLE ITS MR ROCHESTERS SECRET INSANE WIFE LIVING IN HIS ATTIC!!! ELKSY!! ELKSY!!!!!!

You guys are BULLYING ME

AITA for giving my family what they've always wanted?

My (M~50) twin (F~50) and I are very close and have been co-workers for most of our adult life, including years helping our father (M~90) with his life's work. A few years back my twin was really struggling mentally after losing her two children and we exist in a universe where mental health professionals don't really exist.

She has this ability to alter reality which takes a lot of focus to manage. When she was grieving there were some subconscious issues with her ability that seriously inconvenienced a number of people, including our co-workers.

They spoke to me about having an intervention for her but the first plan they went with was *killing her.* Obviously this was unacceptable and it undermined my trust in the work environment. I excused myself and warned my father but he didn't know what to do, and I got the impression he was going to let them kill her (I think? It was a really brief emotional exchange.)

I love my twin and think she deserves better support, but I do take our work seriously so I devised a plan where everyone gets what they want. Literally. I convinced my twin to alter reality so that everything would be ok and offered my full support.

It worked! Her kids were alive again, our family was together with dad in the position he's wanted his whole life, and everyone else got the life they'd always wanted. The best bit is nobody remembered the old reality so everyone was happy... except for this one co-worker (who has always been a jerk and a hater with terrible memory) who somehow remembered the old reality and convinced everyone else life wasn't 'real' Whatever that means.

Long story short our ingrate co-workers even convinced dad life wasn't real and next thing he's all 'BOY, WHAT DID YOU DO IN MY NAME?' Then he *killed* me! I was so surprised at his reaction and it happened so fast that I didn't have time to think - and I'm usually very fast.

I eventually got better (death is less permanent in our universe) but a lot happened while I was gone. There was a complication with my twin's ability and trauma that ended up affecting a LOT of people. People mostly blame my sister (again, who they were going to kill. hypocrites) but my name is dirt too. I think I acted responsibly with everyone's best interest in mind in a very difficult situation, but the harsh words I'm getting are making me think I might be TA (for the first time in my life.) So, AITA?

you cant tell me adrien and nathalie havent become best friends over making fun of his dad. they are the only people on earth who fully understand the gravity of gabriel’s theatrics

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Agreste?” 

Adrien lowered his newspaper with a deep, thoughtful scowl, staring out the window in deep contemplation. 

“I would like you to change our dry cleaners,” Adrien said decisively. “My red slacks have been getting less and less red lately and I’m afraid that’s simply unacceptable.” 

“Yes sir,” Nathalie said, hiding her smile behind a coffee cup. “I’ll take care of it as soon as I can.” 

“See that you do,” Adrien said, sipping his orange juice thoughtfully. “I’m not paying them to turn my cherry slacks into rose refugees from a Devo music video. It’s completely unacceptable.” 

“Completely unacceptable, sir,” Nathalie agreed, flicking through her tablet absently. 

“Completely unacceptable,” Adrien echoed. “Incidentally, do tell me when Adrien’s fencing meet is so I can schedule a meeting with our investors at the same time.” 

“Already taken care of,” Nathalie said, reorganizing Gabriel’s schedule with a few deft flicks of her fingers so a gaping hole appeared from four to five. 

“Excellent,” Adrien said with a firm nod. “Now, onto the subject of the forthcoming trip to China-” 

The dining room door opened, cutting Adrien off as his father strode in, taking his place at the head of the table as Nathalie and Adrien immediately pretended to be engrossed in their paper and tablet respectively. 

“Good morning father,” Adrien said, taking a sip of his orange juice. 

“Good morning, Mr. Agreste,” Nathalie said, taking a small sip of her coffee. 

“Adrien; Nathalie,” Gabriel said, eyes roaming over the pair of them for a moment before opening the business section. “…oh, before I forget Nathalie, I need you to change our dry-cleaners-” 

Gabriel flinched back, paper rising to protect himself from the sprays of orange juice and coffee that sprayed from Adrien and Nathalie’s noses. 

me: //opens photoshop to work on comic also me: //sees this golden post while waiting the 15 seconds for photoshop to open //2 hours later//

y’all know i had to tho

yes

*it’s the same shade of red*

im gonna cry this is the best mlb post ive seen in a long time

all my students in my dystopian film class think gale is a better match for katniss than peeta and i told them they were Objectively Wrong and they assigned me a slideshow for homework to prove it and—

look. these children are about to be destroyed.

my speech was 17 minutes long and when i finished the boy who challenged me to make the slideshow pursed his lips and said "okay fine, you're right, but i'm docking you points for being biased when you called gale a brat baby"

I’m still on that namor brain rot

Simu’s caption though

Post-reveal post-relationship Adrien and Marinette and you can't change my mind:

Every time this comes around it's funny 😂😂😂😂, this was my first Tumblr post to ever go trending. I still think it's the most accurate thing I ever posted

I found this old vintage photo from this post and thought it'd suit Howl and Sophie so well!!

this is available as a print!

Only that will make me consume SW again Ben returning alive Apenas isso me fará consumir SW de novo Ben retornando vivo

Okay guys here’s the real question - Would Peter Maximoff listen to Britney Spears?

um, YES. He would also unironically listen to abba.

The moment has arrived– I finally finished my bakery “enemies” au animatic, just in time for @buggachat ’s birthday! 🎉

Happy birthday Kelly, hope you enjoy!

OH MY GOSH I CAN’T BELIEVE I DIDN’T SEE THIS UNTIL NOW 😭

This is SO cute and so charming and I love this song and all the emotions of the characters and I can see how much work you put into this and I seriously can’t express enough how much I love this 😭 😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH

All the details like Adrien hiding from the customers, knocking over the butterfly cookie cutter, the inclusion of the final battle flashback AAAAAA I love all of this so much, thank you THANK YOU ❤️❤️❤️

good friendship moments between two friends

“I’ll do anything for you”, an Encanto fic

Finally, I have put down one of the first fic ideas I had in December: the night Bruno left and what role Dolores played in it. This is the fic actually inspired in this old post, though I’ve added a lot of things and fleshed out the events with all the details I’ve been writing about over these months. The final result isn’t exactly what I had in mind at first, but I seized the moment to talk about something more important for me: how even the people who love you the most and care of you the most can also destroy your life with well-meaning decisions that go terribly wrong. And yes, I’m talking about how Bruno’s decision affected Dolores. Because trauma doesn’t have to be always born from abuse; a 40 years old uncle asking for the help of his 12 years old niece about a very difficult issue can also be traumatic af.

Besides, I really think there’s something worse than Bruno running away alone in the middle of the night without a word. And that’s Bruno running away in the middle of the night with Dolores’s help.

Hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

Title: I’ll do anything for you Characters: Dolores and Bruno, and the rest of the family Word Count: 11.800 Rating: G Warnings/Spoilers: none, if you’ve watched the movie. This one is a direct continuation/complement to In our darkest moment, also set on the night of Mira’s ceremony but from Dolores PoV to cover what wasn’t treated in the previous one, so knowing it is quite necessary. It has also constant references to the rest of the series (The life of her dreams and And everyone always assumes the worst; I recommend especially the latter for a better understanding of the relationship I hc between Bruno a Loli, btw), because this is the turning point of the whole thing. Again, this is SAD, but… in a different way. Summary: Dolores was more used to the drawbacks of her gift than to its perks. Since the moment she had turned five, she had been blessed with a significant amount of knowledge, but knowing a lot of things didn’t mean she knew what to do with them— or that she could even do something at all. Most of the times, she was compelled to play ignorance, as if she couldn’t hear the hard words, scolding, arguments, subtle crying, soft apologies, mumbled prayers, tired sighs or wordless silences. Those were things kids shouldn’t know, so she was expected to do nothing about them, just to keep quiet and step aside. The night Mirabel didn’t get her gift, however, too many things changed forever. And when she heard tío Bruno crumbling in his room, as much as the very walls of the tower, she decided it was time to step forward.

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