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superloves4 · 10 months

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Okay, so, I was thinking about Elwë/Finwë/Miriël, and my brain decided to take me to terrible elf biology, so I'm now inflicting it on everyone else:

What if? elves could have more than one 'father' (father here meaning solely as not the one providing the womb) because elven birth is tied to fëar?? But because elves are typically (and in Valinor, strictly) monogamous, and, going back to Elwë/Finwë/Miriël, because Fëanor is so similar to Finwë (perhaps because Elwë and Miriël wanted so? huh?), nobody knows!

I can see two possibilities here:

One, the Valar know that there is something dangerous in elves having more than one partner, they just don't know. what. it. is. so they just decide to forbid non-monogamy as a whole, but without anyone knowing Miriël is already pregnant by the time they arrive in Valinor so when they find out they assume is just Finwë's, but holding three fëars was the danger and it ends up consuming Miriel and the rest is history

Or:

Alternatively, maybe it's not really a danger (and the ban non-monogamy has nothing to do with this), but because Elwë stays behind while the Noldor continue, and a baby's fëar is nursed by the parents, that means Miriel has to pour more of herself into caring for Fëanor and thus ends up dying

...honestly, I mostly just find the idea of Fëanor being a third Thingol hilarious

#please no one take this too seriously #I'm mostly joking around #I just thought this was both interesting and hilarious as a concept #also finwe/elwe/miriel is just so facinating and sad #like finwe just end up losing both his loves #finwe #house of finwe #thingol #the silmarillion #feanorians #silm #feanor #house of feanor #elwe/miriel/finwe #elwe singollo #silmarillion #can you imagine tho #finwe: I really don't know why feanor's like this miriel and I never were #Thingol: *sneeze*#Celegorm is born and everyone talks about Miriel's hair and then he grows up and all Finwe sees is Thingol #I think overall I like the second one the best #but it really is the Miriel can't catch a break one #like first she dies because Thingol finds Melian #then Finwe marries Indis and blocks her possibility of life #miriel #miriel therinde #silm crack

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the-wolf-fiendling · 8 days

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Some of you really need to go outside and touch a shark

#This is a silly #please no one take this too seriously

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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A Mother’s Love [Chapter 2]

chapter 1 is here

Lance & Hunk & Pidge (Voltron), Pidge & Hunk (Voltron), Fluff and Humour, 2.2k Words

Summary: Nothing is more frustrating than someone quickly finding something you’ve been looking for forever. Moms are excellent at this skill. Funnily enough, so is Lance.

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Hunk jumps out of his skin as Pidge bursts into his room, looking rather panicked.

“Hunk you have got to help me,” she says desperately, before Hunk could even open his mouth to ask her what was wrong.

Hunk is vaguely worried she might pass out. Her face is concerningly red, and she has her hands braced on her knees, panting. “How about you take a deep breath,” he suggests.

“No time,” she wheezes. Hunk looks at her in alarm, but can’t stop himself from being a smartass.

“I’m actually going to go ahead and insist that there is always time to breathe. You know, the thing that guarantees our continued survival?”

Pidge gathers enough of her breath to shoot Hunk a dirty look, but to her credit she does pause and try and regulate her breathing. After a moment, she looks up at Hunk and repeats herself, more emphatic than before: “Hunk, dude, you have got to help me. It is more urgent than you could possibly imagine.”

Hunk sits straight up at this, alarmed. “Holy shit, are we being attacked? Fuck, Pidge, you should’ve lead with that!” He gets up hurriedly, starting to pull on his armour.

“No, dude, chill,” Pidge says, reaching out a hand to stop him. “Sorry. Probably shouldn’t have said that — it’s not that kind of urgent. I just need your help to find something before Lance comes to check on me.”

Hunk sits back down, looking at her warily. “And you want to do this because…?”

Pidge huffs, looking up at the ceiling. She mumbles something Hunk can’t hear.

“...What?”

She mumbles again, but not really any louder.

“What?” he repeats.

“I lost the Turmingifiver bolt!” she yells, finally.

Hunk gasped. He stares at her for a second, searching her face for a twitch of a smile or a twinkle in her eye, but he can’t find any.

“No!” he exclaims. “Tell me you’re joking.”

Pidge bites her lip guiltily. “I put it in my room instead of the workshop and now I can’t find it.”

“Pidge, that is the only one we have, and Turming is hundreds of lightyears away! We won’t be going that direction for months!”

“I know!” she wails. “I don’t know what to do! I’ve torn my room apart looking for it — I even cleaned most of it! It’s like it disappeared!”

Hunk slaps a hand to his head, groaning. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He takes a breath, not wanting to blow up on Pidge. The situation sucks, and she’s at fault, but it’s a solvable situation. It isn’t worth getting that angry over. “Shit. What are we going to do, we — wait.” He sits straight up, looking at Pidge strangely. “Why did you come to me for help? Lance is the one with eagle eyes. If you ask him, he’ll find it in two minutes flat. Didn’t you say he was coming to check on you?”

“That’s the problem!” Pidge insists. “I could be looking for something for ten straight years, tearing a place apart from top to bottom, but you ask Lance for help and he finds it immediately. It makes me feel like an idiot — how does he even find things that fast? It doesn’t make sense!”

Hunk pats her back sympathetically. “I’m well aware it’s humbling, trust me. Once, at the Garrison, I had to do this research paper for my Aviation History class, right? And it was assigned by Illean.”

Pidge winces at the name. “God, fuck, Illean? That sucks, he’s such a hardass. I bet it was, like, fifteen pages at least.”

Hunk nods. “Yeah! It was eighteen pages, which I firmly believe he chose just to be a dick. Who the hell assigns eighteen pages? Anyway. The day before it was due, I went to go do some last minute editing, and I could not find the file. It was nowhere, and I looked. And I knew damn well I saved it, I even backed it up to the cloud, but I could not find it for the life of me. Obviously I panicked, but I was with another friend at the time and she offered to look, but she couldn’t find it either, which just made me panic more. Both of us looked for like twenty minutes, doing everything we could on my laptop. We employed every trick in the book, we must have hit ‘recover file’ like, 200 times. But the fucking paper had apparently never existed.”

Pidge looks at him with wide eyes. “God, that must have been horrifying! I never took his class, but Matt did, and once he asked for an extension and Illean yelled at him, in front of the whole damn class, until he cried. Fuck. Did you have to hand it in late?”

“I was in tears too, dude, I was so panicked, because if anyone raises their voice at me even a little I will immediately cry, and Illean yelling at me would probably have me hyperventilating. But after a half hour of panic, Lance came in from his programming class. He looked at the laptop for, and I am not exaggerating, twelve motherfucking seconds, and found it. I was so consumed by rage that the anxiety literally fled my body, it was wild. To this day I get a little scowly when I think about it.”

Despite herself and her situation, Pidge smiles. Hunk certainly has a way with words.

“So, yeah. I get the frustration,” Hunk continues. He looks at her pityingly. “But that bolt is really, really important, Pidge.” He puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. “If Lance can find it, it’s worth your pride. And you know he will.”

Pidge sighs, already resigned to her fate. She should have known what Hunk would say. She gets up slowly, trying to postpone the inevitable, looking forlornly at the door.

“Should I wait for him to come check on me and bring it up in casual conversation, or beat my remaining dignity to the ground and go find him now?” she ponders.

Hunk grimaces. “I cannot overstate how important that bolt is. I think you should kiss your dignity goodbye and bite the bullet.”

Pidge sighs again. “Yeah, okay.” She makes for the door, opening it with far less fervour than she had just a few minutes ago. “Goodbye, pride and dignity,” she announcs, dragging her feet. She pauses, looking back at Hunk, who had already gotten up to follow her. She gives him a look, playfully annoyed.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to witness my impending humiliation, but I should’ve known your drama-obsessed ass was coming already.”

Hunk shrugs, unrepentant. “Sorry, dude, I love it when you get humbled. It’s funny and I refuse to apologise for that.”

The two of them make their way down the hallway, Pidge nodding her head, conceding.

“Yeah, fair, it would be. I mean, it’s funny whenever it happens to you guys, at least –”

“Pidgey!”

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

“Hey, Lance,” Hunk greets, disproportionately excited. Pidge narrows her eyes at him but eventually sighs, turning to Lance.

“Hi, Lance,” she says dejectedly.

Lance looks hurt. Alarmed – there is literally nothing in the universe more depressing than Lance’s big brown doe eyes when he gets sad – Pidge rushes to correct her tone.

“No no no! I’m not upset to see you! I mean, I am a little –”

Lance’s face falls further. Hunk blinks at her.

“Dude,” he says incredulously.

Pidge throws her hands up, frazzled and a little panicked. “Sorry! Lance! I need your help to find something!”

“...Okay,” Lance says slowly. The hurt hasn’t quite faded from his expression, but at least now he looks more confused than anything. “What did you lose?”

Pidge sighs again, resigned. “The Turmingfiver bolt.”

Lance’s eyebrows reach his hairline. “The desperately important one that can’t currently be replaced?”

“That would be the bolt, yes.”

“Oh, well, at least you lost it just recently, right? Should be easier to find.”

There is a very loud silence from the Green Paladin.

“Pidge,” Lance says, tone flat, “please tell me you came for help the second you lost it.”

‘That’s not fair!” Pidge argues. “I freaked, okay? I tried looking for it first! I even cleaned my room! But it’s been three days, and I can’t find it, and I know if I ask you you’ll find it in like two minutes and I’ll look like an idiot! I am stressed, okay? I’m allowed to make one or two poor decisions!”

Lance softens immediately, wry grin up the corner of his mouth. The hurt has finally disappeared from his face, which is beyond relieving for everyone in the room. A hurt and sad Lance is depressing, but being the cause of that hurt is like cutting off your own hand – hurting him feels like a betrayal of yourself. Keith likes to joke that all they had to do to win the war was have Lance befriend Zarkon, then Zarkon would stop doing horrible things because Lance would be sad every time he did them. They all laugh, but Hunk is pretty sure he saw that plan written out as a last resort in Shiro’s ‘Alternate Plans If Everything Continues To Go To Shit’ binder.

“I’m not a superhero, Pidge,” Lance teases, “although I’m flattered you see me in that light.”

Pidge harrumphs, but doesn’t argue, which makes Lance grin more.

“I’m sure it will take me a couple hours to find it. You’ve been looking for days, right? And it’s a tiny little bolt?”

Pidge nods, hesitantly placated.

“Exactly! I’m sure I’ll have to look pretty hard. Let’s head to your room and look around a bit, okay?”

The three of them walk to Pidge’s room, Pidge explaining in detail the last time she had the bolt, what she was doing, and what it looked like. As they enter the room in question, Hunk raises his eyebrows, exchanging a glance with Lance. If this is Pidge’s room clean… yeesh. He doesn’t want to imagine what dirty looks like. There’s shit everywhere.

“Pidge, you can’t see the floor,” Hunk says, bewildered.

“I have a lot of important things!” she defends.

“Okay, damn. I was thinking that we were gonna find this bolt easily earlier, because you made it sound like your room was actually organised by, like, real standards, but I think even Lance might have trouble finding something in this mess. It’s not even like finding a needle in a haystack. It’s like finding a needle in a pile of needles. It’s like –”

“Found it!” chirps Lance, leaning over to pluck something from the ground. He holds out his hands, and – yep. A small, octagonal-headed neon green bolt, barely a centimetre long.

Pidge screams. Just a loud, wordless yell. Hunk bites his cheek harshly, doing everything he can to keep his laughter in check, but eventually he can hold it no longer and doubles over, losing it. He shakily turns over his wrist, and what he sees set him off again.

“Forty-two seconds,” he wheezes.

Pidge yells again, and Lance smirks a little. He was trying to hold it back, maybe to spare Pidge’s feelings, but seriously. It must be physically impossible not to feel a little gratified when you easily find something someone else has been looking for for days.

“This is ridiculous!” Pidge screeches. “I have been tearing my room apart for days! It, admittedly, is still cluttered beyond belief! The bolt is ridiculously small! How the fuck did you find it so quickly? I used a metal detector!”

Hunk, who had just started to calm himself down, loses it again.

“A fucking metal detector! I literally did everything that was possible to find the damn thing! And you waltz in here in under a minute, barely glance around, and you find it! Witchcraft! Sorcery! Black fucking magic! You are not of this realm!”

Lance snorts, walking over to Pidge and ruffing her hair before tucking the bolt in her clenched fist. “I just have a good eye, Pigeon. Don’t lose it this time.” He walks gracefully out of the room, presumably to go continue his rounds and check on the rest of the team.

Pidge shakes her head, huffing. She nudges Hunk with her foot, who had collapsed onto the ground at some point during his wheezefest.

“Are you done,” she demands.

Hunk sits up shakily, grinning at her. “That was the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. You got clowned. He found that so fucking fast.”

Pidge crosses her arms, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. It happens. Lance’s abilities are beyond the mortal scope of reality. That was unnatural.”

“Can’t deny you’re relieved, though,” Hunk points out, getting to his feet.

“God, yeah, you have no idea. Humiliating or not, holy shit. Feels like a huge weight is off my shoulders. My dignity was unfortunately worth it. You were right.”

Hunk slings an arm around her shoulders, leading her to the workshops. “Yep! Usually am. Now, let’s go finish that project, huh? We better use that bolt before you lose it again and I have to watch you get humbled again. Actually, you know what? Maybe you should lose it again. It was pretty funny. I wouldn’t mind a rerun.”

Pidge shoves him, but she’s grinning. “Yeah, yeah, shuddup. Let’s go attach this bolt to something so I never have to think about this again.”

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wheelsup-sevenup · 1 year

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there’s like. there’s probably more this is just off the top of my head.

there’s transcripts in the alt text if you don’t want to squint :)

#wednesday #wednesday series #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #autism #autistic wednesday addams #please guys she’s so autism i cant #oh guys don’t take this too seriously btw #there ARE possible other explanations but this one seems right to me. so

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onefey · 11 months

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"ohh botw was so PEACEFUL everything in totk wants to kill you--" so you're telling me you don't remember the sheer terror you felt the first time a guardian stalker started hunting you? or when a skywatcher caught sight of you? the fucking billion turrets in hyrule castle that hated you? how you couldn't dillydally around the center of the map without catching the eye of at least three giant laser pottery spiders? it's all ohhh guardian theme song instant anxiety haha until the sequel comes out and you completely forget She exists?! for shame! for shame!!

#ive seen two posts like that and my brother in christ botw was not PEACEFUL compared to totk #like yeah they're easy lategame but so is everything. the hands are wimps when youve got good bows. the trees go down in one hit.#do not forget the terror of the guardian 🗣🗣🗣#the legend of zelda #loz #breath of the wild #botw #tears of the kingdom #totk #guardians #fey rambles #please Do Not take this post too seriously

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fandom-trash-goblin · 18 days

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IN DEFENSE OF JOANNA LANNISTER

The Woman Dies, Aoko Matsuda, Translated by Polly Barton // Beatrix, Elizabeth Sonrel // A Storm of Swords, Chapter 38, Tyrion V

lyanna stark || elia martell || sansa stark || arya stark || alicent hightower || jaehaera targaryen || cersei lannister || myrcella baratheon || joanna lannister || aemma arryn || catelyn stark || sansa stark (2) || margaery tyrell

for @joanna-lannister, on whose blog i've been a lurker for an embarrassing amount of time, sorry, ma'am.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #web weave #webweaving #webweave #game of thrones #webweaves: asoiaf #joanna lannister #she's fascinating #edit:#i tried to find one with lighter hair but nay nothing goes my way #there was this one with rapunzel that had the colours and all but the vibe really didnt fit #someone please also find me a painting for rhaenyra #like #c'mon i thought how hard it could be. turns out very hard. i found one for aemma before i found one for rhaenyra #i can do the young rhaeyrna realms delight on now tho #hahah this series is me taking myself too seriously

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bread--quest · 2 months

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i feel like one major flaw in the "if you can't name [x amount] of [something] then you [ARE BAD]" (to give an example: "if you can't name FIVE WOMEN you're a BAD FEMINIST") logic is that it is in my eyes a universally understood truth that people's brains do bizarre things when asked to name items of any category. one time i was trying to name as many european countries as possible and i, a geography and history nerd since the age of 3, forgot spain existed and kept trying to put in czechoslovakia

#wow look something original!!#please dont take this post too seriously. if bad takes appear in my notes im blowing this whole thing up #also i really want to emphasize #one of my classes the previous year had had a whole unit on how czechoslovakia didnt legally exist anymore and what countries are there now #i had had this information relayed directly to me. not that long ago. And Yet

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butterflysonnets · 3 months

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yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

#eve text #elmike #stranger things #byler #only tagging byler because i feel like yall will like this take lol #tagging tagging tagging WHAT ARE EVERYONE ELSE'S THOUGHTS #god i can't believe i'm making a post about stranger things. this feels like poking a bear #i'm not particularly anti m*leven but like... they'd have to do something pretty special at this point for me to feel like it's viable #i'm seeing the bts of s5 and it's got me Having Thoughts #elmike friendship is something i am so passionate about #even before i ever liked byler (didn't ship at all until s4 even though i knew it was a thing before) i've felt this way about elmike #i always believed they were close friends at heart and needed to break up #the romance part of them felt very distinctly young and very much “he was a boy she was a girl” to me #and it hasn't deepened into anything more mature and i don't see how it could based on the current state of the writing...#the fact that lumax exists — a young relationship that is actively maturing and is healthy — makes that clear to me #and the “love confession” in s4 and how disingenuous and miserable it felt was just the nail in the coffin #also the fact that will (who is IN LOVE with mike) was instrumental in making it happen? ... uh... okay... interesting choice…#fucked up and reductive if they make it another queer unrequited love sacrifice for the sake of pushing the heterosexual agenda YUCK #so i really hope the speculation about a m*leven breakup is real!! i think it just makes sense for their characters but who knows #i don't believe in the notion of love at first sight or one true love and i think the writers don't too???#love to me is an accumulation of experiences and we inevitably choose it at some point rather than fall into it... but idk #tv is so fixated on keeping couples together... sometimes it's just not reality guys especially with young people... LET IT GO...#like i said though i'm not 100% sold that they're going to give up their “golden couple” LMAO #stranger things hasn't historically subverted too many tropes if i'm being honest #anyway i seriously need this season to come out quickly... i'm so bored and getting my master's is crushing my soul #i need frivolity #ALSO btw i won't respond to hateful messages about this so please don't bother. it's not that serious. this is a netflix show

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commonmexicanname · 2 months

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*slaps table* Speaking of scenes unseen... We go from this:

Cut to Aziraphale ending his convo with the Metatron and entering the bookshop.

To Crowley just standing there in the background as Nina and Maggie leave:

WHAT ELSE DID THEY TALK ABOUT???

#please don't take this one too seriously #i laughed when i noticed the crowley double in the bg #like why a crowley stunt double? why couldn't david just stand there instead? was he on a break? actually probably yeah that #if it is david (which it doesn't look like him) i think its funny that he was just standing there waiting for his next scene #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #marias good omens thoughts

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comradekatara · 5 months

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zuko oedpius complex azula electra complex sokka martyr complex (cassandra) yue martyr complex (ophelia) katara savior complex aang jonah complex toph napoleon complex mai medusa complex jet phaeton complex iroh icarus complex ozai god complex. and there you go. proof that i’ve never needed to take a single psych class ever