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outofangband · 11 months

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Supplemental to the elves of the upper levels of Angband Part Two: Surface and area cleaning

Angband World building and aftermath of captivity masterlist

Elves of the upper levels First supplemental

Discussion of slavery, dehumanization, abuse including medical abuse and various Angband unpleasantness ahead

Feel free to skip over!

It might not be a surprise that cleanliness is not generally considered a priority in Angband outside the forges and sterile rooms used for research. There is however a small group of elves used for basic surface cleaning and other menial work on the upper levels and through the corridors.

The running of such a fortress requires such work and there are almost always thralls to spare for such labor. It is indeed spares that are assigned these tasks, usually those left over from captured groups after the overseers in the more important sections have had their pick. These sections are also sometimes assigned to other workers as a punishment.

They are branded as all thralls of the fortress are and have an additional brand on their neck to designate them as menial laborers. Within the many internal hierarchies of Angband, including among other prisoners, contempt for these thralls is fostered and encouraged

They are divided into groups and usually overseen by orcish overseers relatively low in the orc hierarchies. Occasionally, their low placement on their own hierarchy leads them to treat those in their group with some amount of decency*. Often however, the overseers are allowed to feel power over others for the first time and that power is then abused. Their tasks are simple and repetitive, using rags and sometimes harsh mixtures to scrub floors, furniture, walls and other surfaces. Some are assigned specifically to rooms more liable to become dirty or in need of cleaning (you can imagine the amount of blood that is spilled in certain locations for example). Other menial work such as replacing and delivering items, preparing rooms,

Some are assigned to private quarters or specific sections of the fortress or serve primarily at feasts and councils

Many of them are simply there for show, to make a point, especially as Melkor does occasionally have visiting human lords, Maiar coming to and from the fortress, etc.

Though not typically dressed up in any unique way, these elves nonetheless exist as trophies of sorts; the esteemed Eldar, beloved firstborn to Illuvatar reduced to base servants, etc. This makes up not a small part of their role.

If you’ve read my other Angband metas, I think its first mentioned here, you know what is sometimes used to solidify soap. But that’s not the only thing that makes it unpleasant; a combination of often corrosive and harmful substances are also used in Angband cleaning products, leaving the skin of the thralls burnt and raw and their lungs weak. Lye poisoning is not uncommon.

The elves in these sections are considered some of the least essential of Angband’s workers. They are frequently reassigned, traded, and subject to abuse and exploitation.

When candidates are needed for various research projects, it is often from this group that they are first found. They are also sometimes marked for disposal entertainment.

The elves in these sections sleep in bare quarters or in cells, depending on if they are there as punishment. They are poorly fed, their rations being even smaller than the elves in most other sections.

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-Maedhros, Húrin and Rog all spent time assigned here as punishment. The conditions were terrible for all of them but especially for Húrin who lacked elven resilience to the materials he was exposed to. He fell very ill and almost died. (I have a fic about this period for Maedhros! I should do ones for the others)

#the silmarillion #in the iron hell #Angband #the children of húrin #maedhros #Húrin #Rog #musing and meta #i hope this is ok #cw abuse

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widowshill · 9 months

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mrs collins arc in summary

#➤ roger collins & victoria winters. ┊ pain sometimes precedes pleasure，miss winters.#➤ arc: mrs. collins. ┊ collinwood will always mean home to me.#half the reason I think things would actually Work Out is that they’re both two terrible marriages/engagements down #‘might as well give it a shot. third time’s the charm’#it’s not so much a matter of … passion or whirlwind romance. so much as it is they’re already close and they want to move On from #prev spouses & unhappiness. adversity better faced in partnership #not that there isn’t romance involved but that’s not why they get married.#v’s experience still pales to roger’s but it does not Work unless they’re both divorced (to me)#Roger doesn’t necessarily have to live up to a youthful naive expectation of marriage and V is not a young toy that he’d buy like a new car #I didn’t even count v and barn’s almost vampire marriage but like. that too #they’ve both all but given up on the idea of marriage bringing happiness by then.#not that rog is ever selfless (never!) but he does have some selfless motives in terms of protecting V; keeping her with the family;#ensuring she’s financially provided for #there’s a line when she’s in Bangor looking for Answers about how she feels her future is tied to the Collinses whether or not her past is.#and. yeah. that’s it baby !!!!!#ok enough waxing about the version of the story that lives exclusively in my head lmao

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sydbarrettism · 3 months

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having a fun first day on pinterest

#just to be clear i think '70s rog is hot too ok #made a new acc today after not using that site since i was in middle school lmao #i didn't even use it much at that time tbh #.txt

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sunflowerrboyy · 8 months

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*smacks forehead* of course the mineral beryl has beryllium in it 🙃

#and other things roger should have figured out by now #its ok tho bc i made the connection as to why light and sound and radioactive waves are called waves #bc they look like ocean waves #im an academic and also incredibly stupid yes we exist #rog's rambles

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stevesbipanic · 6 months

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@steddiemas Day 22: Santa Shenanigans

Steve was going to kill Robin.

Well, not really because he doesn't think he'd survive more than a couple days without her. But he'd certainly be giving her the stink eye next shift for suggesting a secret Santa between the older ones of the party.

"We just rog it so that I get Vickie and she'll fall madly in love with me, it's a perfect plan Steve!"

To her credit it was an ok plan.

"Last week you spent an hour bemoaning the fact that she smiled at a boy."

"But yesterday she spent two hours studying with me in the library!"

Steve rolled his eyes at her shenanigans but agreed nonetheless. They drew names the next time they had all gone out for burgers at the diner. Steve tried not to make it obvious when he saw who his name was. Eddie.

Steve wasn't disappointed, no, far from it, he'd been hiding a crush on the older boy for a few months now, let's just say Eddie spent a lot of time by Steve's pool last summer. But now he felt the pressure to get him the perfect gift. The plan hadn't even worked for Robin.

"I got Argyle! Now how will I win her heart."

"Could always plant some mistletoe."

"You're a genius! Who'd you get."

"It's Secret Santa, Rob's, it's meant to be secret."

"Boo you're no fun, bet it's me."

It took Steve weeks to finish his gift for Eddie and Steve found himself hastily wrapping it the morning of their little Christmas party, grateful that Robin had thought of the plan well in advance otherwise he'd have never finished.

Steve greeted everyone and watched as they placed their secret Santa gifts under the tree. They ate, laughed and picked a Christmas movie to watch after presents. One by one they opened their gifts.

Nancy got Vickie some water colour paints.

Argyle got Jonathan rolls of fresh film.

Jonathan got Nancy some new notepads with larger covers.

Robin got Argyle a big bright tie dye shirt with Groovy printed on the front, he quickly put it over the sweater he was already wearing.

Vickie turned to Robin and Steve quickly saw her cheeks start to redden. She passed her the gift and Robin unwrapped a bag full of pins and badges.

"I've been collecting them for a few weeks for you from around town and around where I went to visit my grandma, thought your work vest needed some more fun ones."

Robin grinned widely at Vickie, the effort making a big impact on her. Steve knew he'd be hearing about it for weeks but he hoped the mistletoe in the kitchen sped things along.

Steve was about to give Eddie his gift when he realised that this meant Eddie also got him for Secret Santa. He turned to the metalhead to find him already shyly holding out a gift.

"It's not much but I hope you like it, Stevie."

Steve unwrapped the small package to find a collection of mixtapes inside, Eddie's handwriting clearly scribbled on the side.

"I started making a mixtape of songs that made me think of you but U ran out of room on the first one and might've gotten carried away," he said shyly scratching his neck.

Steve glanced over the names of the songs and it was clear that the majority of them certainly wouldn't remind someone of their dear platonic friend. Steve smiled softly at him and passed him his gift.

"I think I know what you mean."

Eddie slightly confused at the statement unwrapped the gift, his mouth forming a small o looking inside. He took out the book, a worn copy of The Hobbit that Steve had thrifted as soon as he knew Eddie was his secret Santa.

"Stevie, you know I've got this one, it's my favourite," he said slightly awkwardly.

"Look inside."

Eddie slowly opened the book to see small dribbles of ink between the words. The handwriting clearly Steve's. As he flicked through he saw Steve's thoughts spilling into almost every page.

"It's your favourite and you're always wanting me to read it so I did, I thought it'd be fun if you saw exactly what I thought of it."

Eddie's eyes caught on one of the words near the end, a small red shape next to them, yeah, he thinks he and Steve are on the same page, but he'd wait until the end, no spoilers early after all.

"I love it, Stevie, thank you."

As Steve sat curled up next to Eddie on the couch watching the film he too had the same thought, definitely on the same page.

Ao3

#Vickie just looks like shed like water colouring #some people hate when people annotate i dont mind #enjoy a book how you want to its your experience #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #st christmas #steddiemas #rockie #background robin and vickie #stobin #how is it week 4 already of steddiemas

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Fuck OK sorry more Price and his demon because I got hit with a thot

"John."

"Laswell," Price holds the phone against his ear, arm close to his side to fit in the tight corner.

"We've got an update on your latest intell, where are you?"

Price leans to look towards the mouth of the alley, then down at you; your head cradled in his large hand to cushion it from bumping against the cool brick as he thrusts into your mouth, on your knees just how he likes you. "Occupied," he tells Laswell coolly. She sighs over the receiver.

"Finish up and get back here, the boys are getting jumpy."

"Rog," Price agrees, before hanging up and pocketing the phone. Your fingers tighten on his thighs, your nose bumping the fly of his pants as he takes his time pushing you down his length. Your eyes roll feeling the thick cock stretching your throat, your tongue working against the underside to help slick the movement of it when Price pulls out.

He thrusts back into your mouth quickly, no longer content taking his time with you. Your head is forced back into his grip as he fucks your throat. His pace makes you whine, rocking your hips against the air and wishing he was fucking something else. The low grunts and growls from above you are drowned out by the slick wet sounds of his cock moving in and out of your mouth. You don't bother with any fancy tricks, just keep your jaw open and your teeth out of the way for him, and try not to lose the intell you'd eaten earlier.

Sort of hard to keep anything in your head when Price seems so intent on fucking it out of you. "Such a good toy f'me," he grunts, pushing your head to bury your nose in the hair at the base of his cock, the length of him down your throat as he cums. Your eyes flutter as you swallow, as you breath in the scent of him and feel your body go lax with submission. He keeps you there, letting you purr around his cock until it starts to soften. Only then does he pull you off and tuck himself back into his pants.

You lean your head against the brick wall of the alley and watch him fix his belt. You don't technically need to breathe, but you know he likes seeing you out of breath, ragged he called it once. So you make a show of trying to catch your breath for him. Price hums, and crouches in front of you. He presses his hand between your legs, pushes it firmly against your arousal until you buck your hips with a whine.

"Go on," he tells you, "finish yourself off, sweetheart." You nod quickly, rocking against his hand, feeling his fingers curl against you through the fabric of your pants. It's horrible, blissful, and all you're going to get on a time crunch. You chase your own high on the rough friction of fabric, quickly working a wet patch against Price's palm. The heat between your legs growing harder to suppress as you mumble quiet pleas to yourself.

"There's a love, begging for it like a proper slag. Cum for me sweetheart," Price murmurs, your head hung low as you finally feel the glass on your orgasm start to break. Your muscles tighten and release as you shudder against Price, spilling in your trousers. He looks far too pleased with you, his eyes crinkled at the edges as he pulls his hand away.

"All topped up?" He asks you, standing and wiping his hand on his pants. You give a thumbs up and shake off the haze of Price's authority, not always an easy task. "Good," he offers you a hand to pull you to your feet, "let's move."

#wow ghoul you write a lot of oral #i know i have a fixation leave me be(joking)#demon!darlings au #john price x reader #john price mw2 #captain john price #john price x oc #i have literally no explanation for this and im not going to apologize #i want to suck this man dry #i will apologize for that but only bevause its crass #gn!reader

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thebrightestwitchofherage · 8 months

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Ok here are some facts since y’all really need them,

Please actually read this whole post before commenting / sending me ✨death threats ✨

People here are not separating Hamas and the Palestinian people. The people who attacked Israel are Hamas.

The forces involved

-Hamas is a terror organisation. Simple as that. They’re not heroic resistance fighters. They take, kidnap and murder innocent people (children, women, elderly).

-Hamas is a “selfish” organisation, funneling money for weapons used against Israel- instead of helping its people like we all wish would happen.

What happened in October 7th?

-On Saturday morning, hundreds of terrorists breached the Gaza border ,

With the intention to kill as many Israeli they can.

-They’re an organised army force. They split into teams and attacked different cities close to the border.

-They barricaded houses, burned them down so people would come out- only to shoot them.

They went door to door and murdered everyone inside. They fired ROG rockets on bomb shelters were people were hiding.

-They laughed and played songs while raping and killing partygoers at a rave that soon became a massacre.

The aftermath

-Thousands were injured, an estimated total of 900 were murdered. approximately 100-150 are kidnapped. And so many more are missing.

Over 5,000 thousand rockets were fired.

* these numbers are up to today’s date, October 10th.

-people found out that their loved ones were kidnapped or killed through live streams the terrorists posted.

- The survivors of the attacks are now starting speaking up, please hear their stories.

Some more facts

No military operations besides defensive ones happened recently. Contrary to popular belief,

We don’t go around killing innocent people.

-Israel has no presence in Gaza since 2005. All Israelis were removed.

-in fact, since 2007 Gaza is controlled by Hamas.

Which is funded by other terror organisations and Iran. Their goal is to eradicate all Jewish people living in Israel.

-Israel has the right to defend itself, especially after the crimes that were committed against its civilians .

-There are many reasons why Israel should exist, I’m not going to name them. We’re not colonisers or settlers.

The fact the American people commented this on my post is just baffling.

-Educate yourself.

Use of buzzwords like genocide

-Especially before throwing around buzzwords like “genocide” ,”apartheid” and “ethnic cleansing”.

None of these describe the situation at hand.

-In fact, The amount of Palestinians have quadrupled since 1948. That’s literally the opposite of what you are all claiming that is happening.

-Genocide (and the rest of the things I mentioned) requires a will to eractide an entire population . This is not the case.

Obviously, the Palestinians are suffering. We all know and agree on that.

This doesn’t justify the horrific attacks that were carried out on October 7th.

In reply to comments on my previous post

-Whatever happened before doesn’t rule out the fact that Israelis deserve to be safe as well.

-Nobody deserves to be woken up to a home invasion, where you are rounded up and killed.

-No one deserves to be kidnapped behind enemy lines after this , to be raped and killed. They kidnapped a 4 month old baby. Does he deserve that?

*****

I will block death threats. I will block rude messages. My people are suffering, and so am I.

עם ישראל חי 🇮🇱

ישראלים- הגיע הזמן לכתוב פה את המציאות מהצד שלנו.

#israel #israeli #palestine #עם ישראל חי #ישראלבלר #ישראל #גאווה ישראלית #טאמבלר ישראלי

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 6 months

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could you please do a BoRhap request? Where she looks after the guys during recording since her family owns Rockfield Farm and they love her cooking? But the guys (minus Fred who has Mary) all fancy her too?

❤️

SOMEBODY TO LOVE

Pairings: John + Roger + Brian x Fem!reader Summary: ^^ Warnings: none, I don't think Note: I did my best guys, I'm sorry

a knock came to your door as you finished up breakfast

you left the kitchen and went to the front door

you opened the door to see a blonde with long hair with sunglasses on

he was wearing dark, slightly flared jeans, a yellow v neck shirt underneath a greeny grey jacket with fur

behind him was a short haired brunette with a mustache

he pushed the blonde out of the way and held out his hand

"hi, I'm paul, this is Roger, From Queen" he introduced

of course you knew Queen was coming to your family's farm, it wasn't like you didn't know who they were and wouldn't let them in, it's just that you felt Rogers gaze planted on you and it made you feel a little nervous

"you're not" Roger scoffed quietly

"yes, of course, come in, are the rest here too?" you asked, stepping out of the way to let them in

"they're sorting out their luggage" Roger answered, taking off his glasses

"well, I made breakfast..if you're hungry?" you smiled tightly

"depends what you're serving" Roger smirked and looked you up and down

"pancakes" you responded quickly

"yeah, I could eat"

he followed you to the kitchen and he took a seat, shovelling food onto the plate in front of him and started eating

a few minutes later Roger had finished his plate and went back for seconds

"ah there you are Freddie" Paul spoke up, noticing the other three band members by the door

"we're also here mate" the tall, long curly haired brunette said, seeming annoyed by Paul's presence

"should I show you boys to your rooms?" you wondered, breaking the silence that filled the room

The three boys standing at the door all turned to you

"didn't know the farm came with a pretty lady" the curly Brunette smiled

"oh I'm Y/n. this is my Family's Farm. I live in the building beside this one, I'm just here to show you around"

"are those pancakes for us?" the auburn haired one said

"oh, yes! you can have as many as you want" you pointed to the mountain of pancakes you had made on the counter

"they are delicious" Roger said with a mouthful of food

"well I'm Brian, This is Fred and John and I see you've already met Rog"

"it's a pleasure to meet you guys"

"pleasure's all ours darling" Freddie beamed

"well I'll show you your rooms then" you said taking off your apron and leading them upstairs

"it's probably not what you're used to but your manager said it was perfect to get away from distractions so" you shrugged

you turned to face the boys and see Roger first

"you're in here. mister Taylor" you looked to the first door

"right" he grunted, walking into the room with his heavy luggage

"and that's yours, Mister Mercury" you pointed to the room in the corner to the left

"thank you darling"

"Mister May, yours is right here" pointing to the right side next to the bathroom

Brian walked into the room and you noticed John still standing on the top of the stairs

"oh, sorry. mister Deacon, you're downstairs" he walks back down the stairs and you lead him down to the room.

"I know it's small but it doesn't get nearly as cold as the other rooms" you informed him

"okay..." he frowns as he steps down

"well I'll let you get settled then, i'll show you and the band around when you're ready" you smiled, starting to go up the stairs

"are there still pancakes?" he asked, putting his luggage down on the bed

"oh yeah, they'd probably still be warm too" you answered

he soon started following you up the stairs to the kitchen to find all the other members of the band eating the pancakes

"Rog really didn't lie, these pancakes are delicious" Brian hummed

"we need more syrup" Roger lifted up the empty bottle of maple syrup

"oh..ok" you walked over to the fridge as John took a seat and started eating the food

"here you go" you grinned, putting the syrup on the table in front of them

it's been a few days since they've arrived and much to your surprise, you've seen more of them then you expected

you didn't think you would see much of them, you thought thy would be very busy and you didn't have a problem with that

but Roger, Brian and John all seemed to want you around them

Roger would casually flirt with you

Brian would always start up a conversation or make you help with with a lyric

and John would subtly make eye contact and smile before coming up to you to ask for suggestions

and they would all ask if you could cook them up something when they got hungry and said they liked your cooking, so much so that there would be barely any left for Freddie or you.

Roger was currently helping you make breakfast while Brian and John sat and ate while they discussed songs

"i put my heart and soul into this song" Roger spoke up as they talked about his new song he made

"no one is disputing that" John smiled, lifting up his fork

"and you don't like it because you want your songs on the album" Roger fought

"it's not that Roger" John denied

"then what is it?" the blonde raised his eyebrows as he stopped cutting bread

"I'm in love with my car?" Brian spoke up

you fought back a laugh at the thought of the song

Brian and John both made a questionable face as silence filled the air

"maybe it's not strong enough?" Brian suggested

"what does that even mean 'not strong enough'?" Roger frowned

"I know I'm late. What did I miss?" Freddie came in and poured himself some tea

John straightened his back and looked at the singer "discussing Roger's car song"

"is it strong enough, that's all I'm asking. If I'm on my own here, then i apologise" Brian put his hands up defensively

"how does your new song go, then, hm?" Roger walked over and grabbed Brians lyrics

"you call me sweet.. like I'm some kind of cheese" the drummer read out

you stifled a laugh as you cooked bacon

"it's good" Brian defended, looking at the John who was eating a sausage with a smile and Freddie who was stirring his tea

"wow" Roger sighed sarcastically

"is that-, is that you know- when my hand's on your grease gun..That's very subtle isn't it?" Brian read Rogers back

"it's a metaphor, Brian" Roger argued

"it's just a bit weird Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?" John spoke, waving his fork around

"what do you think, Y/n?" Roger turned to you, looking for backup

you put the now cooked bacon on a plate and turned to the boys

"don't turn to me, I'm not getting involved" you shook your head

"children please, we could all murder each other but then who would be left to record this album?" Freddie butted in

"statistically speaking, most bands don't fail, they break up" John stated mater-of-a-factly

"why the hell would you say something like that?" Freddie frowned

John shrugged and Freddie turned back to the Blonde

"Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen" Freddie informed the drummer before walking out

"you know why you're angry, Roger?" Brian began again

"...why?" Roger breathed out

"'cause you know you're song isn't strong enough" the curly headed man repeated

"boys I really don't think you should be-" you started to say but cut off by Roger throwing bacon at Brian's face

"is that strong enough?" Roger questioned

"ok" you mumbled, looking at John, who smiled at you amusingly

Roger pushed off plates and glasses off the table angrily

"what about that?!" he asked before going over to find something else

"Hey!" you yelled at Roger, who grabbed a pot of Coffee

he turned and began to swing it at the two boys before he stopped as they put their hands up

"Not the coffee machine!?" they both yelled

Roger put the coffee machine down and you sighed looking at the mess

"I'll clean this up" he sighed after a moment of silence

"you sure are" you nodded sternly

you sat in the recording room on the couch with John and Roger as Brian got ready to record his guitar

Roger slung his arm around your shoulder as Brian got set up

"so..how about we go get dinner later" he suggested

"pardon?" you wondered

"you, me, i'll take you out to dinner" he repeated

"I highly doubt she'll want to go out with you, Roger, she's too good for you" John sighed

"and what? you're better?" the drummer scoffed, looking over you to the auburn headed bassist

John stared at Roger for a moment

"how's katie? last time we saw her was right before we left to come here" the Deacon wondered

"shut it mate" Roger groaned

your thoughts were cut short as Brian started playing

you focused on the music but felt John's gaze on you, you slowly turned your head to see him staring at you, smiling

"so, do you have a boyfriend?" Roger asked

"I don't see how that's any of your business" you crossed your arms, looking back at Brian, who's still playing his solo

"what if I want to ask you out?" he shrugged

"how come you're the one that gets to ask her out?" John leans forward to argue with Roger

"because I can" the Taylor boy smirked

"Roger, do you have to be such a man whore?" John questioned, his accent become more defined and thick

"I think you're just jealous you don't get women chasing after you" Roger huffed, leaning back on the couch, seeming to be not fazed

"ah yes, because all i need is women to make me feel better about myself, all i need and want is women around me to fill a void of unfulfillment" John rolled his eyes

"oh yeah? let's see who she wants more then" Roger raises his eyebrows as he took off his glasses to look at you

John frowned "you can't pressure her into choosing either of us...that's not how relationships work, Roger"

Roger stifled a laugh "who said I wanted a relationship"

"my point exactly"

"all i'm saying" is that she's probably looking for somebody to love and i'm right here" Roger raised his hands in defense

"what makes you think she wants someone?" John glared

"children, children. leave the poor girl alone, she doesn't want either of you" Freddie butted in

you found yourself wondering how it came to this, two members of the band Queen almost practically fighting for your, to be with you

it made sense about Roger, seeing all of those tabloids of him with new girls around his shoulder almost every week

but John? he didn't really seem the type

you tuned out of the argument and soon wondered when Brian came back into the room as you looked up to find him sitting with Freddie

"I think whatever happens, it's up to her, you shouldn't be trying to force something she does not want" John fought

"what are you guys fighting about?"

"who gets to take this beautiful lady out" Roger smirked, nodding towards you

"who says either of you get to?" Brian spoke in a confused manner

"oh don't tell me you want her too?" Roger groaned

"what's so wrong about that?" the guitarist questioned

"I'm gonna go" you sighed, getting up

"are you still going to make us pasta tonight?" John perked up

you chuckled "I think you all need a break from my cooking"

"NO!!"

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#borhap #roger taylor #brian may #john deacon #joe mazzello #ben hardy #gwilym lee #bohemian rhapsody #imagines #x fem!reader #freddie mercury #rami malek #bohrhap

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dylan-duke · 6 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/dylan-duke/734899498982195200/send-in-thoughts

Write it.

ryleigh smiles as she walks into the kitchen,

"morning!" she says happily,

"hey," jack grumbles into his cereal. ryleigh frowns but hides it by turning to the fridge,

"what are you guys doing today?" she asks hoping to get a more excited response,

"skate with dad then probs go out on the boat," ryleigh bites her lip as she closes the fridge and tears fill her eyes,

"oh," she mumbles, "well i also have ice time, but don't have anything else going on," she takes a deep breath turning towards her second oldest brother,

"sounds good," jack says sipping his coffee.

the whole day continues like this. even when luke, quinn, trevor, cole, and everyone else come down.

not a single person had wished her a happy birthday. ellen and jim had surprised her after her skate, with some cupcakes, but the boys were already gone.

and when she arrived back at the house with the cupcakes there is still no realization so she goes up to her room, and calls rutger in tears,

"happy birthday baby!" he says causing her to sob,

"they forgot rut they all forgot!" she cries.

"oh darling," rutger coos, "what can i do?"

"i dont know," she sobs. rutger sighs,

"how about you get dolled up and we go to detroit? do some shopping and get a nice dinner," ryleigh sniffles,

"you'd do that?" rutger nods,

"of course baby. so go get ready and I'll make my way to you ok?" ryleigh smiles nodding as she wipes her tears and snot,

"thank you rog," rutger blows her a kiss,

"anytime baby girl,"

meanwhile downstairs the boys are devouring the cupcakes ryleigh left on the counter,

"do you feel like were forgetting something?" quinn asks looking at his brothers,

"no?" luke says eyebrows furrowing as he stuffs a cupcake into his mouth. quinn sighs pulling his phone out frowning at it,

"i just feel like something- is- shit fuck," the eldest hughes realizes, "shit it's ryleighs birthday," jack and luke's heads snap up,

"what?" jack asks,

"its her fucking birthday," quinn says again, "we forgot her birthday fuck," he looks at the clock, "fuck and it's to late to do anything. god why didn't she sway anything?" quinn frantically stands and runs upstairs.

where he runs into his sister as she comes down the stairs,

"ry oh my god," ryleigh looks at her oldest brother and shakes her head,

"don't please-" she pleads, "i'm going to spend my birthday with my boyfriend, who actually cares to remember it," she snaps.

"your what?"

"my boyfriend," she says before walking out the door a loud click resounding through the front foyer.

#ryleigh hughes #rutger mcgroarty #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #rutger mcgroarty x hughes sister #rutger mcgroarty x ryleigh hughes #rutger x ryleigh

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widowshill · 7 months

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victoria winters

#she got that elizabeth swann kiss of death #Burke: plane crash (rip king im still holding out hope)#Jeff: pseudo zombie / ghost. hanged once (negated). ripped back into the 18th c again.#Barnabas: undead. killed in 1897 that I know of and future fate idk yet #Frank Garner: missing. possibly disbarred for legal malpractice representing the Collinses #Roger: alive after two narrow escapes from patricide (so far)#➤ victoria winters. ┊ because she’s lost and lonely. because she looks in shadows.#rog has the same energy of ‘once was quite enough’ in AWE.#🤚 that’s ok I’ve already had two marriages to women that almost killed me

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kidddoz · 8 months

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Lotftober, day 8 - The CHOIR™ has ARRIVED!!!!

From left to right: Roger, Bill, Maurice, Robert and Henry (+Simon's soul leaving his body while he passed out)

Ok, this is super inspired by the 1963 movie, that's why they're black and white lol, but they deserved a funky background. Except for Rog and Maurice, I didn't have any hc about the others' appearances, so again, purely inspired by the film.

I had so much fun drawing this. All these boys recently traumatized and dying of heat, and hearing their leader bitching about being a C# sharp.

#lotf #lord of the flies #lotf fanart #lotftober #lotf simon #lotf roger #lotf maurice #lotf bill #lotf robert #lotf henry #why do they look like catboys with those funky ahh berets

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the-acid-pear · 1 month

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I think I'm gonna work on how I draw each phoney dial. I want to still make them Convey emotion but also I want them to be more faithful to the rest of the phone.

I'll admit tho Harry's is the hardest one Alwaysss bc model 300's angles are more pronounced and it's not flat either AND, ITS BLACK LIKE THE REST OF HIS HEAD like it's just so hard when drawing.

#luly talks #like of course irl there isn't an issue bc there are Shadows and Lights but one doesnt always wanna render a whole fucking phone y'know #rog is hands down the easiest bc my boy's Flat heart emoji his head is just Rectangle #well technically its a bit more ∆ but still.#i really enjoy drawing the headset too its just satisfying y'know #no comment on the rest. they're ok. i like drawing the less harsh shapes bc its easier but nothing else to add.#i mean i do like Jake's little horns. they're vry cute...

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thelordofgifs · 1 year

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Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: Character List!

Ok it's a slow work day so I started thinking about how to seed the bracket and have come up with an "obscurity ranking" of every blorbo submitted. The full list of 128 characters, ranked from least to most obscure, is below the cut.

A few quick notes:

I spotted a couple more duplicates after closing the form, and added in a few blorbos that people mentioned they didn't have time to submit in the replies!

obscurity ranking = number of works the character is tagged in on AO3 * number of submissions. A pretty crude measure, but it works imo.

Next steps are to decide how exactly I want to seed the bracket (should the most obscure blorbos face off against the least obscure? Or is that unfair?) and then to try to set that up. Thoughts and opinions on this welcome!

Bofur Tauriel Dís Beorn Nerdanel Círdan Elros Oropher Lobelia Sackville-Baggins Finarfin Amrod Idril Ecthelion of Gondolin Huan Finduilas Faelivrin Halbarad Eärwen Lalwen Belladonna Took Bain Haleth Beleg Mablung Tuor Nimloth Anairë Rían Míriel Daeron Andreth Tar-Míriel Eöl Thuringwethil Mahtan Finduilas of Dol Amroth Findis Argon Eluréd Elurín Rog Nellas Curufin's wife Tom Bombadil Beregond Egalmoth Arien Pengolodh Ioreth Olwë Edrahil Ingwë Salgant Ilmarë Tar-Ancalimë Tevildo Amlach Erendis Tilion Nessa Caranthir's wife Gamling Bill the pony Barliman Butterbur Ancalagon Berúthiel Mithrellas Pearl Took Faniel Urwen Elmo Eärnur Mahtan’s wife Gelmir Guilinion Legolas of Gondolin Andróg Fíriel of Gondor Silmariën Tata Eorl Meássë Lothrandir Nob Golodir Vidumavi Inzilbêth A fox passing through the woods on business of his own Imin Tinfang Warble Corunir Elulindo Hareth Belen Eldacar of Gondor Gwindeth Ilwen Eilinel Enel Hirgon Gelmir (messenger) Bór Narmeleth Horn Nuin Faramir (son of Ondoher) Beleth Findegil Makar Andvír Ornendil Meril Golfimbul Ainairos Larnach’s daughter Jajax Viznak Ælfwine Hiril (daughter of Barahir) Youngest of Finrod's Ten One (1) Rivendell elf who sings tra la la lally Bingo Baggins Bëor's wife Múta Random orc of Morgoth Narthseg Ulbandi Miaulë The chief dancing bear of Númenor Erutáro

#obscure tolkien blorbo

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lily-in-thevalley · 11 months

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Brian x gender neutral reader stargazing on a summer night?

Ohhhh anon you speak my language (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

Soooo, this was meant to be a short little "boop, here's your story (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)" but then uh... Yeah, enjoy.

As much as you'd gotten comfortable living in the city, your found the more time you spent at Ridge Farm the more you loved it. All of the little perks to being far away from the busy, quick paced, noisy, every day life in London. The animals, the fresh air, waking up without dreading everything you had to do all day... Getting closer with Brian.

Your friendship with Bri was always close, and hardly ever did you come across a disagreement. When you did however, it always lead to a little more of your heart breaking. The last couple of years you two had put as much effort as you could into fixing your friendship after a major blow up. In the midst of a little cuddling Brian had mentioned that Queen were going to a farm, someplace quiet and private. Somewhere you two could heal with each other. And he wanted you to come with him.

Currently, you had no clue where Brian had run off to. Despite all of your efforts, your hurt feeling and all consuming love for Brian became a dangerous concoction. You two would frequently lash out at each other, fall into bed with the intent to take your anger out on each other...and then...Brian would make love to you. His eyes and his body lost all of their anger as he made love to you and made promises to fix his mistakes, promises that he loved you, that he was in love with you. Every night you believed him. And every morning you'd wake up alone. Feeling stupid, used, and unloved. This all became such a vicious cycle of pain and confusion for you both. And-

"(y/n)!" Roger clicked his fingers in front of your face. "Spacing out again? Brian's looking for you. Said he wanted to surprised you or something." Truthfully, you were hardly listening. The mention of Brian's name stung somewhere in your heart and left you reluctant to go find him.

"M'kay, thanks Rog," you got up, fully intending to ignore Brian's apparently want for you "If you see him just say I was tired, so I went to bed."

"Alright fruitcake, g'night" Roger waved, and you gave hum a hum before heading off to your shared room with Brian. You were three steps from the room when the door swung open, revealing a frantic and slightly disheveled Brian.

"oh thank god, angel," the nickname almost felt like a slap to the face, "there you are. Look, just come with me" as though your heart wasn't still broken from last night (when he cradled your body and whispered sweet nothings as you made love, before sneaking out of bed late into the night to keep away from you) he reached for your hand. As though you were burned, you pulled away from the contact, staining Brian's face with confusion.

"I'm going to bed. I'm tired" though it was mostly a lie. You did mean to lay in bed, but your exhaustion wasn't physical, more mental and emotional.

"I know just- can you please trust me? Just for tonight?" His entire being was painted with desperation and honesty. From his messy curls to the frantic, yet completly open gaze he fixed on you.

"...ok. I'll follow you" your head screamed that this was a bad idea. Telling you all of the heartache you endured because of this man while you were nothing more than a friend to him, questioning whether or not he even considered you to be friends anymore.

Gently, he took your hand and lead you across the field surrounding the farm. While your head was screaming, your heart pounded and took in every molecule of serenity that he filled you with. Your heart fixated on the way he held your hand as though he needed you, yet was afraid he'd break you. On the way tears had seemed to only just dry from his face, or the way the breeze grazed over his cheeks to brush the curls from his face. His entire body spoke of exhaustion and sadness, tugging at your heartstrings.

It must have been an hour or so ago since the sun set, leaving you both in a quiet cocoon of night and silence. Before long, Brian stopped and looked around, muttering under his breath before turning to you.

"I think... We're here" his soft voice made you shiver, making you kick yourself mentally.

"here? What's here?" You watched him sit in the grass and pat the space next to him. When you sat next to him, he layed back in the freshly trimmed grass.

"it's dark enough out here, far away from the city you know and um... You can see the stars." Brian pointed, tracing the lines of an asterism, and you laid back with him.

Besides the breeze and an occasional chittering from some woodland animal you couldn't see, the two of you laid there in complete silence for what must have been an hour. Though you were quiet, your mind was racing. Trying to find the motivation behind Brian's sudden apparent need for you. Taking a risk, you turned your head to glance at him. Your breath caught in your throat.

Brian had an intense, yet sad gaze fixed on you. Faintly, you could make out a glimmer of fresh tear tracks on his cheeks. He didn't stop staring as you caught him, he only smiled. A sad and tired smile. Your head couldn't stop you anymore as your heart moved your hand to cup his cheek, brushing newly formed tears from under Brian's eyes.

"Bri-" the words you meant to say were lost as he pressed a soft kiss to your palm.

"Watch the stars baby" he whispered, a scratchy, quiet noise that he tried to laugh off.

You looked back to the sky, opting to scoot closer and lay with your side pressed against Brian's. Easily, as though you were two magnets drawn to each other, your hands clasped together. Though it was minimal contact, you could feel his breathing calm from where he was pressed against you.

Another half hour must have lapsed in silence before you could find the words you needed.

"Bri... Are you ok?" The words were simple enough, yet caused him to hold your hand tighter.

"No" even with the single word his voice broke, getting husky and quiet in a way you only became so familiar with in the last year. He was still crying.

"what's-?" He cut you off.

"I'm so scared angel," he brought up a hand to wipe at the tears rolling down his cheeks, "shit, I'm so scared." You fully turned to face him, laying on your side.

"Baby, talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Why are you so scared?" You could hear the growing fear in you own voice, a mix of concern and anxiety that tightened your chest. Brian's breath hitched with a little cry before he could talk.

"I'm- I've been so awful to you. I've been hurting you and leaving you and promising you so much and then-" he sniffled, trying to regain some composure. His voice came out strained "been doing it all because I'm so scared."

You gently brushed away a new flood of tears from his cheeks, shushing him as his little cries turned into more heart pulling sobs.

"shh brimi... What are you scared of?" Carefully, you ran your fingers through his curls. Something to sooth him as his crying waned again.

"Scared of how much I love you. God it- it's been eating me up inside (y/n), making me do all kinds of stupid things I shouldn't." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands to hide his face. Feeling like he could cry more just from the embarrassment and vulnerability of his words.

"You're scared of...but you keep leaving after we-"

"I know what I've done is wrong" his tone turned bitter, a testament to his anger with himself. "I've done nothing but hurt you and I've been nothing but weak and selfish and-" he took a short breath "After we... Make love, angel, and you've fallen asleep in my arms, and we've promised each other our love... I get so scared that I'll only hurt you more. After new years we saw how much I can hurt you and I've only made it worse since we got here."

In the brief silence, you squeezed his hand. Offering as much reassurance as you could silently while tears formed in your own eyes.

"so... You leave me?"

"I run away. Like the coward I am" Brian's words to himself were bitter and on edge.

"I want to to stay with me. After we make love I just want you to stay. You don't have to love me or be committed to me, I just want-"

"I love you." Compared to the edge that lined his voice previously, the gentle way he spoke those three words cut through the atmosphere. "I love you, and I want a committed relationship with you. I'm just... Scared I can't be good enough for you."

Silence coated you two again.

You snuggled into his side, resting your head on his chest.

"I love you Brian," you paused as you felt his breath hitch. "Be mine?"

Suddenly, he pulled you into his chest, trapping you to his heart.

"Brian?"

"yes... I'll be yours. Please angel, just give me this chance."

You stroked over his heart, trying to calm him down again.

"I've got you...my star boy"

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When you woke up the next morning you were laying on Brian's chest in the grass. The blanket of dread that coated your heart was nowhere to be found. You felt calm as your head moved with the rise and fall of Brian's breathing.

Things would be ok. You and Brian would be ok.

Some day. One day.

#brian may x reader #brian may #brian harold may #self insert #brian may imagine #ridge farm #anon message #request

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