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I wonder if people will ever say, ‘Let’s hear about Frodo and the Ring.’ And they’ll say 'Yes, that’s one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn’t he, Dad?’ 'Yes, my boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that’s saying a lot.' 

lotr meme » 3/8 scenes

ladymaryjosephinecrawley​:

tom branson in s3

we all live in harsh world. but at least i know i do.

tom branson in s3

we all live in harsh world. but at least i know i do.

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  IVY && SAMWISE

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SAMWISE WAS THE KIND OF GENTLE THAT NEVER WOULD HAVE SURVIVED IN GOTHAM.  gotham breaks you of gentleness and innocence, and ivy knew that even if she’d been broken before she stepped foot into the city.  It’s why she belonged there, and there were few other human-filled cities that she would be able to call home.  Surprisingly, she didn’t mind working for him though.  He handled customers well, and Ivy was allowed to just be with the plants.  It had surprised her how much she cared not just about this shop, but about him.

NOT THAT SHE ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT A PERSON THAT WASN’T SELINA OR HARLEY.  no, never.  He was just more tolerable, that was all.  She stepped away from the plant she was misting, giving him a nod.  ❝ I don’t mind staying if you need help with a project.  I think you and I both know that my skill with plants is unmatched. ❞  Though Sam came close, which was probably why she enjoyed him.  He cared about the life in the shop, and the plants liked him back.  Some of them whispered about him with such lovestruck-ness it made Ivy pinch them as she walked by.

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Running a business was much like tending to a plant. You had to keep it in the right location so that it would flourish, get rid of the dead weight so that the lively parts could survive, and tend to it often, regularly, in the same neat little pattern. Looking back, Sam thought it was why he was so good at it when he had first started. Plants, business, it was stable, and he needed stable. He had gone on his quest with the Ring, but that was out of necessity, not want. Sallow Hills may not be exactly where he wanted to be, but it allowed him to have most of what he wanted, so he could live with it for the time being. 

“It is help with a project, I’m needing,” he gave a smile and a nod. He was very appreciative of her skills. Especially in a job like this where he would have to work with things from other worlds entirely, and blindly hope he would get the science right. “I’ve been trying to get these flowers to blossom for a few weeks now, but no matter what I adjust they keep dying off. They aren’t from Earth, so I don’t know what the solution would be. Figured another set of eyes might do some good— if’n you’re willing to look.”

River’s Intro

i think i just saw River Song (she/her, nonbinary, 224+)! she’s a canon character from doctor who. have you heard she remembers nothing from her previous life? she appeared here in february 2022 after resuming her work as a professor after leaving darillium. now she’s working as a teacher at the armes sallow secondary school. still, she does have that untamed mess of curls, journaling in the hot summer sun, wit sharp as a tack, only water in the forest vibe about her.

[alex kingston, see bottom of post for details]

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“Its all got so very complicated, and its a mess, and I’m really fed up. Do you know what I want? You were right. I want a day-- just one normal day. A day sandwiched neatly, boringly, between two surrounding days. Exactly where it should be..”

--The Lives of Captain Jack Vol. 3, R&J

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Armes| Can you tell me your name?

“River. River Song. 

A| Where are you from?

“That's a good question really. 

A| What’s the last thing you remember?

“Last thing I remember? As in the earliest? I don’t really know. I remember going to sleep in my flat, and then waking up here. 

A| We have a history of memory loss here. Do you feel as if you may be missing some memories?

“I do. I don’t remember much of anything about myself other than a few minor details— my name, my age, my profession. That sort. 

A| Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“I have. I work at the secondary school. I think I like teaching. 

A| What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“I’m not sure what you mean by that. 

A| What traits would your friends give to you?

“I don’t have any of those. Not that I can remember. Smart, witty, and drop dead gorgeous would fit the bill. 

A| Is there anything else you would like to say?

“No, thank you.

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Find a mini bio, personal information, connections, and other details on the muse page here

[midna] [samwise] [yennefer]

⌘Midna Twili Open Starter⌘

Okay, admittedly, Midna didn’t entirely know what she was doing at first. While ruling a realm and being mayor had a lot of overlap in duties and expertise, they surely had their differences. For one, she had to teach herself how to campaign. A whole complicated mess of papers and advertising and public appearances.

Midna wasn’t dumb enough to go in completely blind. She spent a good few days researching it all in the library and via her new laptop. After a while, she felt as if she had a decent footing on the concept, so she decided that she would indeed run for office. She felt like she could do some good for this dreary place, and if worse came to worse, she would have had a fun time along the way.

That's how Midna found herself campaigning in the park under a tiny pop up tent to block off the sun. It was a nice day, which hopefully meant lots of walkers to hand fliers to.

As someone approached, Midna tucked her shoulders back, threw on a pretty smile, and held out a little metal circle in their direction, “Morning! Do you have a second to talk about our mayoral campaign? Want a button?”

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Placing their hands over their stomach, they sighed. Even though Zelda was back up on their feet, they could still feel the pain every now and then. It came in waves. One second her stomach didn’t ache and she could move around and then the next it felt like if they made one move they would fall over. So it would be best to just sit still for the time being and let Samwise help them. 

“Oh Samwise. I am certain that you will find someone” they then fell silent for a couple of seconds. “Unless.. there’s already someone” arching a brow, the princess couldn’t help the giggle. She was eager to learn more about the other and if this meant that she would have to poke around then so be it. 

“Oh? Do tell”

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Sam’s eyes darted to Zelda’s hands for a moment before he spoke. He wanted greatly to ask if she was feeling alright, but he knew what her answer would be. His eyes quickly met their gaze before it became anything too noticeable.

With a slight smile and a shake of his head, he chuckled, “I do already have someone, Zelda. I mean, look at me.” He playfully gestured to himself. “Two someones, actually, but they're… well they aren’t here. I've looked.” 

He did his best to not sound too sad about it, despite much it hurt to think about. He had been around Frodo his whole life, so the adjustment to their separation was a bit much at times. He did his best to get by despite that, though.

“Yes, well, it's not completely new, but it's much clearer than it was. I figured out I used to be the mayor of my home town,” a tiny smile graced his lips, as it usually did when he thought of home. “Nothing big, I know, but I never had a clear word for it before.”

endlxssnights​:

|   ⚜   |   L. & MIDNA TWILI   |   ⚜   |

━━━━━━━━━    ☽ ⚜ ☾    ━━━━━━━━━

The shove was expected. A little bit of a lighter retaliation than Link had expected, but it had been seven years for Midna. Link was struck by emotion, something that rolled uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. Link playfully knocked into her shoulder, burying the emotion deep.

‘You saw us interact maybe four times. Including the possession.’ Yet another thing he didn’t like talking about. Something that still gave Link nightmares, despite having years full of even more horrific experiences. ‘You couldn’t have seen it that quickly.’

‘Lifetimes. I’ve been reborn at least three times since you left.’ Most likely four or five, but Midna didn’t need to know that confusion. Everything was- mostly- there. ‘Ten thousand years. It’s not that much, compared to the rest.’

There came that emotion, rising up again. Link pushed it back down.

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Midna was still smiling when Link returned the shove. It was enough to make her have to regain balance, but far from anything that would actually make her stumble. She shrugged, nonchalant, as he signed. She didn’t need time to see what was between Link and Zelda. For her, who had grown to know every aspect of her adventuring partner along their quest, all she needed to see was his body language to know that he had it bad for the princess of light. 

“I saw what I saw. I'm good at that kind of thing,” she made a gesture with one of her hands to emphasize just how obvious this was. ”And I was right, soooo…”

Her jest was cut short by his next revelation. Midna’s face fell into something nearly unreadable as she attempted to process it. ‘lifetimes.’ ‘at least.’ ‘ten thousand years.’ That wasn’t possible. People didn’t just get reborn as the same person they were before (was he still the same?). People couldn’t cheat death like that. There was no way for anybody to– oh. Oh but there was. “You– it's them isn't it? Its those stupid, wretched goddesses. Isn't it? Is that whose fucking with you? Those entitled, irreverent, disgusting excuses for-” Midna growled in frustration. She was never one to think of the goddesses of Hyrule in a respectful light. They were the ones who banished her ancestors to the Twilight after all. But this was something bigger than that. She met his eyes again, attempting to push down her anger to the goddesses, yet when her own anger was moved, the anger she felt on his behalf came up in its place. “Link I’m so… Are you, well, are you okay?”

It was probably a dumb question. How could someone be okay when they were thousands of years old? Midna reached out and gently cupped his cheek, as if steadying his face would help her get a better read on him. It didn’t do much to help. There wasn’t anything else she could think to say, so she pulled him into another tight hug.

“I’m so sorry.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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ZSASZ DUG BEHIND THE REGISTER, PROCURING THE BAG OF GUMMY BEARS HE KEPT THERE.  he tore one of the heads off, watching the woman look over the other weapons.  Kai raised his head with interest, but didn’t move from his post by the register.   Zsasz suspected that something he’d said had bothered the woman a bit, though he couldn’t pinpoint which bit it was.  And really, he wouldn’t try unless she brought it up.

❝ WELL, WEIRD IS RELATIVE.  for me, the supernatural is weird.  Vampires, werewolves, witches - they aren’t really supposed to exist.  I mean, I suppose there’s Zatanna and people like her who use some form of magic.  But it’s different where I’m from.  Other people might find the constant disappearances weird, but I’m from a city that’s run by villains.  People disappear all the time. ❞

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Had this been The Continent, Yennefer wouldn’t have stuck around long enough for the shopkeep to say more than two words to her. They were always so dreadfully dull, she was liable to fall asleep where she stood. But this was Earth, and Ciri had encouraged her to make friends, or at least be a little more friendly with people, so she would linger for the time being.

She was ‘weird’ to him, then. Suppressing a grin, she held her hand out a few inches from her body, palm up. A moment later, the next gummy-victim between his fingers appeared there. There were no theatrics to the display, save the faint smell of lilac and gooseberries in the air, which dissipated a few moments later (a side affect of being on Earth, and part of the reason she was slightly concerned with her chaos not obeying her). 

Yennefer laughed as she popped it in her mouth, “All cities are run by villains. They’re called politicians.” She knew that well enough, having spent three decades serving a king’s court, and the subsequent four bouncing between all sorts of towns to do work for their leaders. “People disappear everywhere, it seems. Tell me, the way you speak-- the theatrics, the talk of the importance of multitasking, the owning a weapons shop-- I take it you’re one of those villains then?” She wasn't scared nor accusatory, merely intrigued. 

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Placing a hand on their forehead, Zelda let out a heavy sigh. It had been a long time since they had felt like this. It wasn’t an illness, that she knew. That only specifically happened whenever she stayed away from Link for selfish reasons. No this was something else. The adrenaline was slowly starting to come down which was the main reason as to why it felt like the entire world was spinning around the poor brunette. 

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to try and ground herself, they then hummed when they listened to what the stranger was saying. “Mhm yeah some water would be nice. And maybe a bite to eat. It’s been a couple of hours since breakfast” licking their lips, Zelda closed their eyes.

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Sam would occasionally get teased by his friends for being ‘such a mother hen,’ but in times like these, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He was ready to reach out and catch her if she were to faint, but hopefully it would not come to that. The model’s suggestion of food was a good idea by him; he was a hobbit after all, and eating was one of his favorite activities. 

“That sounds quite alright with me. Do you want my arm to hang onto while we walk, miss… I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.” he had held out his arm in a polite manner if they decided to accept the offer. He didn’t want to chance them falling down on the way there.