Femslash Revolution's Tolkien Prompts Masterlist

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His hand had slipped.

He'd been digging the bullet out of Bahorel's chest, he'd been careful, because the bullet was so damned close it could have punched right through his aorta and that would have been the end of it --

and then it wasn't the bullet, but the knife.

The knife, that Joly had trained his hands to be steady while holding, that cut through the aorta, and gave Bahorel only seconds to lift his eyes to Joly's and laugh painfully, once, before his blood finished spilling out over Joly's hands and front.

And Joly was left there, still holding the knife in his traitorous, murderer's hand, and clutching his friend with the other, too shocked to cry.

YOU GET IT BACK TOO HA! hello! Once you get this you have to say 5 things you like about yourself then send this to your 10 favorite followers (non negotiable) (positivity is cool) (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

I ALREADY ANSWERED IT HA! wait does that mean I have to answer it with five different things now you're making me procrastinate dammit michi

My hair is getting long and I can't wait for it to get longer.

My hair is also super soft ??

I'm getting better at doing my own eyeliner.

Do I got the booty? I diddly-iddly-do.

My singing voice isn't half bad.

If anybody has any requests for fic or sketches as far as Les Mis, Discworld, or Tolkien stuff, my askbox is right here.

I respect your integrity. I would thus still value your opinion. ... Okay. Here's what I've got.

all the songs in the old guard soundtrack are songs on nile's playlist, gotg style. they're at a safehouse between jobs, and nile plays 'baby outlaw' by elle king for the group and when it hits the first chorus joe just. GRINS, and nicky is already holding out his hand and they start dancing full east coast swing at top speed, quick changes and turns and all, and andy pretends she is not also jamming along to the song but is not so secretly tapping her foot to the beat

((ahha. Thank you. Honestly, it was a word vomit.

It was a true word vomit, but a word vomit nonetheless. I'm glad it came out less jumbled than it was in my head.

I just want people to realize how awesome they are. I see so many broken people on here and I want to help all of them, I want to patch up their injuries and kiss them better and help them see that they deserve help, that they are worth help and worth better than what they have and what they think they are.

And that's precisely why I'm going into the field that I'm studying, because I want to help people.

I only wish I could help everyone.))

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noot noot! book of nile please <3

“Lover’s Wreck” - Gaelic Storm

In my sleeping mind she sings a sad and lonely lullaby

And when I wake, there’s just the ache that’ll haunt me ‘til I die

It’s been two days now since he woke from the first death that wasn’t his and wasn’t drowning. Two days, and he’ll never wake from it again, but he can remember it now, in Val d'Argent, as clearly as he did on the train in Sudan: the heat of blood spilling out, the sharp pain, and most of all the shock.

He remembers her looking up at her friend’s face and thinking Oh, this is it. I didn’t think it would be like this.

He remembers her thinking, I don’t want to go.

It reminds him of how his own first death went. Of how he had been so sure he would survive, and then the stomach-dropping realization that he wouldn’t.

And then, of course, he did. And now she has, too.

He doesn’t want to go to sleep again. It was easier in Goussainville, knowing that Merrick’s men were coming but not knowing Nile, not really. But now Merrick’s men have come and gone and taken Nicky and Joe with them, and Andy is being weird and quieter than normal, and Nile …

Nile.

She shines, is the thing. Booker has tried, but he can’t take his eyes off her.

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