Find me hanging upside down in the Belfry ⏾

if i dont respond to a message from you i can basically guarantee its not because i dislike you. im just getting attacked by imps and shit all the time genuinely.

“GET OUT!!!” Thorin roared, as mad as a bull stung by a wasp on the bullocks as he grabbed a sheet to wrap around both himself and Bilbo.  “OH MY GOSH MY EYES!!!” Kili’s voice rang out from the other side of the now partially opened door. “I’m BLIND!!” “What? What?” Fili demanded. “Wait, is Bilbo naked?!” “NO.” Thorin shouted back, pulling the sheet tighter around them.  “Eh…” Bilbo wavered. Technically not any more, anyway. “Is Bilbo wearing Uncle?!” Fili’s voice cracked like a hobbit tween whose voice was in the process of changing rather than a nearly adult dwarf.  The sound of their horror nearly drowned out the sound of Thorin bellowing at them again. A fourth roar, this one Dwalin’s joined in, and the door slammed shut, the sound of booted dwarrow feet stampeded away as if Ringwraiths were on their tail. Bilbo rested his forehead on Thorin’s conveniently naked shoulder, his own shoulders shaking in mirth. This was not quite what how he pictured tonight going, but honestly he didn’t know why he’d thought it’d go any other way with his dwarrow involved.  -fin-