Could You Imagine. - Tumblr Posts
oh to be the untrustworthy advisor to a noble king, whispering poisonous lies in his ear while i drive the country to ruin with my wicked machinations. manwhore moment honestly
Across Relams
Kili Durin x gn!reader - fluff
Summary: If only a certain fictional prince was real.
TW: nothing, I think
A/N: In my mind Kili comes out and is like human size. I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible... im trying to do that more, let me know what I can do to fix it.
A date! Your first date, and you couldn't believe it was actually happening. Now you weren't a recluse or a weirdo really, you just hadn't found a person you connected with.
All afternoon you were throwing around outfits. It was a simple dinner, nothing too fancy. But what if your date thought it was a fancier dinner, one that deserved a more dressed up look than pants and a nice shirt. Should you clip your hair up? Should you curl it? What kind of jewelry would you wear?
There were too many details to worry about. It wouldn't be this hard if I was going on a date with Kili. He was a prince yes, but he was also a simple dwarf. There was only one problem. Kili was fictional, a Tolkien character. An aggravated huff left you as you threw yourself on your bed. What does a person have to do to get a Dwarven prince to not only be real, but to fall in love with them.
Finally, after you choose an outfit and had arrived at the restaurant, you were having a seat in front of your date.
"I'm so happy we could enjoy each other's company over dinner." They smiled, reaching their hand out to take yours. Just then your heart leapt for some reason, looking around the open room you searched for something, though you were unsure of what it was.
The slam of a chair being placed next to you had your head whipping around. The handsome man reached out to grab a fry off your plate
"Darling." He greeted you with a beautiful smile before turning to your date. It couldn't be… but it was.
"Hello, I'm Kili. I don't believe we've met before." Politely he stretched out his hand. Though the strained smile on his face told you he wanted to be anything but polite.
That one time the marauders cast patronuses
Professor: Okay class now we're going to take turns casting the Patronus Charm. Potter- you go first.
James: Expecto Patronum!
*A stag flies out and everyone is surprised but also happy- the marauders look at each other like "mmhm i wonder why?"*
Teacher: Okay, Mr Lupin.
Remus: EXPECTO PATRONUM
*A wolf flies out and Remus nearly breaks his wand*
Teacher: Okay Mr Black
Sirius: Expecto Patronum!
*Another wolf- he turns as red as a fucking tomato- James and Peter lose their shit*
I take a two year break from tumblr and when I get back all blogs are deleted and there's just one post from staff that says CROATOAN
god i wish i looked like what fleetwood mac sounds like
Not gonna lie. The more I look into how they portray Bruce grieving about Jason, the more disappointed I am. They want to hurt him mentally all the time yet won't allow him to go through said mental aggony. It just seems to be so indecisive by the writers.
For example I find the whole thing of Batman wanting to off Joker in his grief and being stopped by Superman as cool and shit, but if they went with that as to why Batman didn't kill Joker then it should have continued for longer.
I mean, I would've loved a small series where Batman is out for blood. As in, he goes out of his way to try to track down the Joker and actually kill him, so all of JL needs to take turns to be on a bat duty. I think it would've been so heavy for us to watch through their eyes just how badly Batman went off kilter with grief, to the point they have to go out of their way to make sure their friend doesn't do something stupid.
Of course, he'd also manage to work around them, or generally when they're not there as everyone has their own lives. So sooner or later, he will definitely have tracked Joker. Let's say that after the initial murder attempt, he tried to do it three times more before stopping completely.
Maybe because Tim showed up or because he went to grief counselling, and as much as he was still heavily grieving (and still being hard on criminals), he doesn't go out of his way to kill Joker and people wanting to associate with him. Maybe that's when Tim showed up? Before, he was too afraid to make Bruce stop with his brutality by threats as then he was just as likely (in Tim's mind) to off him in his quest to avenge, but now (even though still shaking like a wet cold puppy) he could try to make Batman stop with being so hard on criminals. I think it would be a great wake-up call that a child that was afraid of him so much that he was shaking just looking at him but still felt as if they had to do something to stop Batman. Can you imagine the guilt? When you were supposed to give people hope from within the darkness of Gotham but lost your way so much, you were pretty much chocking out that hope and safety of better future? Making a child feel like they had to confront you? I'd imagine that guilt would've been a great narrative block to their relationship if explored further.
Additionally, imagine being a Joker goon at that time of grieving. You're used to having a gun be hit out of your hand with a battarang. That's normal, but this time, it got logged into the wall right by your head? And Batman loudly grunted in anger or however you would describe it. You'd think he was annoyed that he missed, but something is clearly off. The battarang seems a bit too sharp, too much like a knife, and thrown a bit too close to your face to be accidental. And when the sinking feeling of danger really sends in, you're in a whole world of pain before waking up in a hospital, most likely with at least one injury that won't heal fully.
Just saying, the writers fumbled a bit.
I LOVE THIS WITH ALL OF MY SOUL
SoC TV Teaser Insp.
Just a little something.
Black screen, loud whispering in the background
Beat [if you’ve listened to Lorde’s cover of Everybody Wants to Rule the World, you know what I’m talking about]
“I protect my investments”
Shot of someone calf down striding through a puddle-y street with a cane, flickers off to black
Beat
“I’ll die on my feet with a knife in my hands”
Shot of someone landing into a crouch, a knife in each hand, flickers to black
Beat
“I’ll take my chances”
Shot, Chest down, someone drawing twin revolvers from holsters and twirling them, flickers to black
Beat
“I’ll make it matter.”
Shot, shoulders down from the back, someone slipping on a red Kefta, flickers to black
Beat
“I won’t be kept from this oath”
Shot from the back shoulders down, someone with a gun slung over their back walks away from the camera, flickers to black
Beat
“I know the difference.”
Shot of someone, shoulders down, wearing a messenger bag and holding a book and various smoking and fizzing things, flickers to black
Whispers from background get louder, overlapping voices start calling out
“Greed is your God”
“The Dregs have come calling”
“The heart is an arrow”
“The ice does not forgive”
“Brick by brick.”
“No mourners.”
Suddenly the whispers stop.
The dregs reply in unison. “No funerals.”
Screen flashes to the full shot of the six, basically from the previous six scenes put together. They all stare at the camera defiantly. Quick cuts to each of their faces in reverse order from the beginning. When it gets to Kaz, it flickers to his trademark razor-sharp I-will-cut-you-smile.
Screen goes black, title card comes up.