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fluff-a-nutter · 4 months

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Varigo tkl headcanons

~Varian likes to wear crop tops. Hugo loves this because it gives him complete access to Varian ticklish tummy.

~Post 7k Varian gains a bit of chub, so naturally Hugo loves to squish and poke his bf until he’s a giggly puddle on the floor.

~Hugo’s neck is lethally ticklish. Raspberries make him c r u m b l e.

~Tickle fight happen almost daily between these 2 gay disasters. Neither of them last very long because both like to go right for each others death spots.

~Hugo has an outie belly button and it’s super ticklish. Varian likes to bury his head under Hugo’s shirt and blow raspberries on it until his bf can’t breathe.

#tickle fluff #lee!varian #ler!varian #lee!hugo #ler!hugo #varigo tickles #varigo #vat7k #tickle headcanons #my headcanons #Tword headcanons

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evilrashida · 3 months

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Precious Lee photographed by Hugo Comte for Dazed Magazine Spring 2024. Styled by Ib Kamara. Hair by Erol Karadag. Makeup by Ernest Robinson.

#precious lee #hugo comte #ib kamara

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coutureicons · 3 months

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precious lee by hugo comte

#like/reblog if you save #like/reblog if using #icons #model icons #precious lee #hugo comte #dazed #dazed magazine

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chicotfp · 4 months

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Version without scar is here:

#thranduil #elrond #lee pace #hugo weaving #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #elves #photomanipulation #after silvan elves were slaughtered and Oropher's death

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wintercorrybriea · 3 months

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precious lee for dazed spring 2024 loud issue by hugo comte

#precious lee #hugo comte #b #photography

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maraschinocheri · 5 months

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It was 20 years ago (ish) :: Empire magazine publishes The Lord of the Rings: A Celebration, a special booklet enclosed with the magazine's January 2004 issue, which was released in December 2003. The booklet carried interviews with the principal cast of the LOTR trilogy as well as a significant amount of the creatives involved. The photography was taken in Watford, New York, Wellington, London, Sydney, Los Angeles, Surrey, Melbourne, and Vancouver between February and October 2003. Shown here: Ian McKellen (Gandalf), Elijah Wood (Frodo), Billy Boyd (Pippin); John Rhys-Davies (Gimli/Treebeard), Dominic Monaghan (Merry), Sean Bean (Boromir); Orlando Bloom (Legolas), Sean Astin (Sam), Viggo Mortensen (Aragorn); Miranda Otto (Eowyn), Andy Serkis (Gollum/Smeagol), Liv Tyler (Arwen); Bernard Hill (Theoden), Christopher Lee (Saruman), Karl Urban (Eomer); Hugo Weaving (Elrond), David Wenham (Faramir), and Cate Blanchett (Galadriel). [Note: Dominic Monaghan's photo here is an outtake; the actual shot in the booklet can be seen here. These photoshoots provided several excellent outtakes that I'd be happy to share if there is interest.]

#lotr: rotk #ian mckellen #elijah wood #billy boyd #dominic monaghan #sean astin #orlando bloom #sean bean #viggo mortensen #karl urban #liv tyler #david wenham #john rhys davies #miranda otto #hugo weaving #christopher lee #cate blanchett #bernard hill

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catsandcatci · 4 months

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the way that you can so clearly tell if an artist's primary fandom is the silmarillion or the hobbit/lotr by the way they draw Elrond

#one fandom is like wow who is this handsome young lad with the star imagery #and/or twin brother #and/or war criminal foster parents #the other fandom is like That Is Hugo Weaving #(or for the hobbit: why are hugo weaving and lee pace kissing)#and I refuse to talk about rop. no. that is not my son.#silmarillion #silm #elrond #elrond peredhel #tolkien #lotr #the hobbit #lord of the rings

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alnitaks · 3 months

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precious lee by hugo comte for dazed

#precious lee #hugo comte #editorials #dazed

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superkitten-poison · 2 years

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i love you characters that are only valued for their looks i love you characters that were made to believe they have nothing to offer but their body i love you characters who use beauty to survive i love you characters whose beauty brings them pain i love you characters who are seen as objects i love you characters who see themselves as objects i love you characters who can't stand to not be pretty i love you characters who can't stand to be pretty anymore

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smallgodseries · 2 years

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[image description: A black pony with large rust-brown eyes and a smiling pumpkin on her hip stands on golden and orange fall leaves. Behind her, the dark sky is filled with stars and her flaming orange mane shines brightly against the blues of night. Text reads “24, The Small God, Pumpkin Spice”]

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People assume she’s a newcomer, a fad, a frivolous flash in the pan. But she was there when the first pumpkin pies were being baked; she was there when the first colonist cookbook was published, in 1769. She was there when the British raided the rest of the world for flavors they could steal, and while her appearance may be sweet and adorable, her hooves are soaked in the blood of empire, for without conquest, she could never have been born.

But people, unwilling to consider the structure beneath the surface, look at her and see only big eyes, a flowing mane, a coat as soft as silk and as dark as midnight, and they mock her adherents, call them “basic” as if anything could be considered truly basic when it had been built through so many crimes.

Every piece of her was stolen. Every pinch and particle was the subject of a terrible war. The price of cinnamon is slaughter. The fee for nutmeg is subjugation. And now we serve her sacraments with whipped cream and sugar sprinkles, as if both those things had not also been stolen at some point, as if a foamy cloud could somehow clean the blood from those long lashes.

In these modern days, her most common manifestation is blended with sweet cream and coffee—a drink that has many gods of its own, that has sparked even more wars than her cinnamon pungency. But for most of her time, she has been carried in the pie.

Pumpkin pie. The ultimate jewel in the crown of colonialism. Cooking techniques from Europe, spices stolen from India, Asia, and the Middle East, and a vegetable crown taken from the Americas, sliced and mashed and mixed until its wildness is lost, subsumed into custardy blandness, become one with the melting pot.

She’s not a newcomer. And she’s not nice, either, and so few of those who worship her understand, anymore, that she’s not a god of whimsy or basic delights.

She is, now and always, a god of war.

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Please join Lee Moyer (Icon) and Seanan McGuire (Story) each week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a guide to the many tiny divinities:

WordPress: https://leemoyer.wordpress.com/

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Homepage: http://smallgodseries.com

Mastodon: @[email protected]

#Small Gods #smallgodseries #Seanan McGuire #Lee Moyer #icons and stories #pumpkin spice #thanksgiving #God of War #Icon #Hugo Winners #Hugo Awards #tiny divinities #colonialism

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thranduilofsmirkwood · 22 days

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꧁ 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑮𝑰𝑭𝑺 ꧂

꧁ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝑮𝑰𝑭𝑺 ꧂

᪥❧❃𓇚❦❁᪥ꕥ᪥❁❦𓇚❃❧᪥

#lord of the rings #lord of the rings gifs #the hobbit #the hobbit gifs #elrond #hugo weaving #bilbo #martin freeman #boromir #sean bean #faramir #david wenham #thranduil #lee pace

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fluff-a-nutter · 7 months

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TickleTober Prompt: Tickle Fight + Counting + Weak Spot

((Switch!Varian & Switch!Hugo. NSFW DNI))

Hugo wandered down to the kitchens after a morning of hard work in the labs to get something for lunch.

Varian was in a meeting with Rapunzel discussing new ways to upgrade the security around the kingdom, but he said he would try to join Hugo for lunch. For now, Hugo found himself alone in the expansive kitchens, save for a couple cooks wandering.

Shrugging, the ex-con popped open the fridge hoping to find some food. Sure enough, he found something— one single ham sandwich to be exact. He knew his boyfriend was probably planning on having it himself, but hey- finders keepers, right?

Just as Hugo had taken the plate out and settled down to eat, Varian entered the kitchen and caught him red handed. Hugo stared at him, mouth wide open mid-bite. Varian stared back, an irritated gleam in his eyes.

“Hugo. Is that mine?” The short alchemist asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. Hugo placed the meal back on the plate and stood.

“Hey, you left it there with no note. I was here first, so it’s mine.”

“Is not! I made it for myself! Now give it here!” Varian demanded, holding out a hand.

“Nuh-uh! Finders keepers! You’ll have to fight me for it.” Hugo said, mimicking Varian’s previous pose.

Varian’s glare shifted into something else. Something more mischievous and cunning.

“Fine then. I’ll fight you for it.” He said, calmly approaching Hugo and backing him against the table. Hugo gulped nervously, looking around for an escape. Varian smirked at him.

“Why so nervous? You did challenge me to a fight and I never back down from a challenge, hunny.” Varian said, poking Hugo’s sides, causing him to flinch and suck in a breath.

“W-wahait, wait! Come on! Let’s talk about thihihihis!” Hugo crumpled to the ground in fits of giggles as Varian continued poking him all the way down.

“Sorry, gonna have to fight your way out of this.” Teased Varian, spidering his fingers along Hugo’s ribs, smirking as another idea came to him.

“Say, Hugo. How many ribs do you have?”

“Twehehelve! Twelve pairs!” Hugo giggled, trying to capture Varian’s wrists to no avail. Varian hummed like he was unconvinced.

“I dunno. I think I should count them just to be sure.”

Hugo squealed and wriggled around as Varian began counting.

“1, 2, 3~ Hugo, quit squirming so much, I lost count! Now I have to start all over!” Varian groaned, feigning frustration.

“Nohohoho! D-Dohohon’t start over!” Hugo pleaded through giggles, kicking lightly at the floor. Varian smirked at him and began counting again, going extra slow.

Hugo writhed and giggled hysterically, trying to bat Varian’s hands away.

“S-sohohohmewhere ehehehehelse! Plehehehease!” Hugo cackled when the rib tasers became almost unbearable. To his surprise Varian listened.

“Alright, how about your thighs then? Or perhaps some neck raspberries? I know you love that.” Varian teased, grinning when Hugo flushed crimson.

“N-no! Not that!” Hugo cried, a wobbly smile spreading on his face.

“You’re right! Both at once does sound amazing!” Varian declared, ignoring Hugo’s pleas before leaning down and blowing raspberries on Hugo’s neck while simultaneously reaching back and squeezing his thighs.

Hugo shrieked instantly starting to laugh loudly and brightly. Both of his worst spots being attacked at once was almost unbearable. Almost.

He was losing the strength to push Varian away, but then he remembered- this was supposed to be a fight. There was no reason why he shouldn’t fight back.

With that thought in mind, Hugo reached out his hand even though it left his entire right side exposed, which was a risk. Varian had briefly paused his raspberries, curious to what Hugo was doing. Through laughter, the blonde flashed Varian a smirk.

“Lehet’s see how you like it, Stripes.” He quickly turned the tables and grabbed his boyfriends side and squeezed, sending him toppling off him with a squeal.

With a triumphant cackle, Hugo climbed on top of Varian and straddled his hips.

“Wahahait! Hugo don’t! I’m way more ticklish than you!” Varian cried out, already giggling with anticipation.

Hugo laughed and rested his hands on his lovers sides.

“But this is a fight, so I’m fighting back now.” He declared before attacking Varian’s sides with scribbles, pokes, and squeezes. His heart melted at the bright giggles and snorts Varian was letting out.

“Huhuhuhugooooo! Quihuihuit!” Varian giggled, shoving weakly at Hugo’s hands, shrieking when Hugo rolled up his shirt. That only meant one thing.

Hugo smirked at him as he lowered his head.

“You attacked my worst spots, love. It’s only fair that I do the same thing to you.” He said before blowing raspberries on Varian’s tummy, earning some bright cackles and squeals.

“NAHAHAHAHAT FAHAHAHAHAIR!” Argued Varian through his laughter, trying to shove Hugo’s head away, which only resulted in Hugo’s hair adding to the already ticklish sensations.

“Uh, it’s totally fair!” Hugo replied.

“If I was being unfair, I would do this!” He declared, quickly scribbling his fingers up Varian’s sides and to his armpits while continuing the raspberries on his tummy.

Varian howled with laughter, squirming violently. Both of his weak spots were under attack and suddenly he knew what Hugo had meant.

“STOOOOAHAHAHAP!” Shrieked Varian, desperately trying to escape.

As a last resort he stretched out his hand and prodded clumsily at Hugo’s ribs again. It did the trick and sent the blonde rolling right off him. Varian smirked and scrambled up, planning to wreck Hugo some more when the lanky male held a hand up to stop him.

“Truce! Truhuce! Please, I think I’ll actually faint if you tickle me anymore!” Hugo said, catching his breath. Varian lowered his hands suspiciously, relaxing when Hugo stayed where he was.

“Okay, truce. You alright?” Hugo nodded and grinned at him sheepishly.

“When I challenged you to a fight, I was not expecting a tickle fight.” He confessed, rubbing his aching sides. Varian laughed and shook his head.

“We didn’t even declare a victor! Who gets the sandwich?” He asked, tilting his head.

Standing, Hugo took Varian’s hand to help him up.

“How about we split it and go halvsies on it?” He suggested. Varian smiled and kissed him.

“Perfect. I’ll get a knife.” Varian opened the cutlery drawer while Hugo noticed something.

“Hey, Goggles.” He tugged Varian’s sleeve gently to get his attention.

Varian turned back to face Hugo.

“What is it, babe?”

Hugo pointed to the table. Where Ruddiger, Varian’s raccoon was perched, his cheeks stuffed with ham sandwich. The critter was about to shove the last bite in his mouth when he noticed the boys glaring at him. He dove off the table and stuffed it in as Hugo lunged at him.

Varian saw it coming and quickly gripped Hugo’s sides making him yelp and fold in on himself.

“Bahabe! We had a truce!” He whined, clutching his sides protectively. Varian chuckled and pecked his lips.

“I know, but I didn’t want you to murder Ruddiger over a sandwich. I’ll make another one and we can share that one.” Hugo smiled.

“Okay deal. Just no more sneak attacks!” Laughing, Varian made a fresh ham sandwich and the two of them shared a nice lunch break. They may or may not have had another tickle fight as well.

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A/N: Hey guys! I hope you like this oneshot! I had fun writing it! I can’t believe October is nearly over! Hopefully I’ll get a few more TickleTober stories out before then!

#lee!varian #ler!varian #lee!hugo #ler!hugo #tickles #fluffy writes #varian tickles #tangled tickles #sfw tickle community #tickle fluff #augtickletober2023 #varigo #varigo tickles

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hyperfixating24-7 · 8 months

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