PanHoeOfManyFandoms

Ok but imagine the change in atmosphere around bilbo, before it was just a kind of indifferent mildly confused mildly interested air but never anything heavier. After? Shit you’d be lucky if the temperature didn’t change. Obviously a heavy atmospher, most of the time slightly reverent, sometimes baffled, sometimes disbelieving. Because one of the first times bilbo walked around with the Royal Seal none of the councilmen could understand it, and made scoffing remarks, so Balin, with his storytelling so detailed but intruiging that you can almost see it happening, decides to tell them The Story. The Story of how Consort Bilbo Baggins formerly of the Shire, first, saved them from the trolls, his intelligence and quick wit keeping the trolls distracted long enough. Then the Misties, goblins chasing, wildly searching for their escaped captives, orcs and wargs on their heels, up the trees, fire licking up them. The wind coming off the cliff, the white warg splitting the flames. The hobbit protecting their fallen king, no one there, no knowledge of the blade, but standing there, keeping himself between them until the eagles came. Along the fields, running as they’re chased by a bear bigger than a house, dropping behind him, making sure just enough that he won’t be the last. In Mirkwood, cutting the webs, keeping what few spiders he can off his back, bringing what little rolls he could snag to Thorin, deeper in the cave than the others, treated far more harshly and neglectfully than the others. Pushed them in barrels that smelled like wine and apples to give them freedom, dropped them in a river even tho hobbits can’t swim. Then vouched in front of all the sick malnourished people of esgaroth that this man, says what he means. Before they can have a moment to speak they’re off in a boat to the other side of the lake. Up to the statues, keen eyes finding the lost stairs that would lead them home. Thought about the riddle when all the others had given up, ready to open the door himself because damn it all if it all was for nothing. Then faced a dragon on his own, riddling it to anger enough that it would fly to the path of the Dragonslayer Bowman to rid the earth of the scourge. Watched as the man he knew and had come to care for falls to the very sickness he claimed he wouldn’t (because Thorin, though ashamed of his failing, believes it should be known, so no other falls to the same shame he and his grandfather had) makes the decicion to try to avoid war between 13 dwarrow and the hundreds of elves, and when it failed he stayed. Though he should have ran, still with no sword knowledge, he stayed. Climbed to find the king, hoping and praying he wasn’t to late, and when they were injured and the unthinkable looming, with just enough herbal knowledge to stop the flow of blood, kept their king and prince’s alive, stopping the flow of blood with dried yarrow he’d brought with him, and kept their Royal line alive. Made sure he came home, and helped end the threat to the Line of Durin. They look to Dwalin, the stoic warrior of few words, the absolute most loyal to King Thorin, to the point he never allowed over exaggeration or embellishment, not because he doesn’t deserve it but because he knows Thorin can’t stand it, despises it even. He nods, not a mild small nod as though not entirely agreeing, but a firm solid strong nod, entailing that there was no exaggeration. The Council, being the nosey gossips they are, told their parners, both in life and crafting, whom spread it along.

"They spent hundreds of years trying to assimilate my ancestors, trying to create indians like me, who could blend in, but now they don’t want me either. They can’t make up their minds.

I reblogged this yesterday, but I want to reblog it again. Diabetic ketoacidosis turns your blood acidic and will essentially burn you from the inside out.

“nice blog”

“I think white gay people feel cheated because they were born, in principle, into a society in which they were supposed to be safe. The anomaly of their sexuality puts them in danger, unexpectedly. Their reaction seems to me in direct proportion to the sense of feeling cheated of the advantages which accrue to white people in a white society. There’s an element, it has always seemed to me, of bewilderment and complaint. Now that may sound very harsh, but the gay world as such is no more prepared to accept black people than anywhere else in society. It’s a very hermetically sealed world with very unattractive features, including racism.”

because so many people missed the point of this on the original posts notes,

Some of us are too poor to afford it.

Here’s the thing: authors know when they get a rec on an older story. There’s a telltale uptick of kudos (with a 10-15% comment rate if you’re lucky) in your digest email.

"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"