"Malignant. Like a tumor."

Hi folks. My name is Rowan and I post horribly. Prns: He/They/She

Identities: Genderfluid, Asexual, Romantic label that i can’t seem to figure out

Ivan (Bad Things) fictkin (doubles int!!)

I am a minor. If you don’t wish to interact with minors, that’s okay.

No dni I block freely

Interests area

Music: Good Kid, Nero’s Day at Disneyland, ILLIT, Inoha, Mitski, Rie20s, and a bunch of other bullshit I keep for enrichment.

Movies/Tv: Lotr, The Hobbit, Alnst/zomst, pmmm, tshd, among us (the show)

Books: The hobbit, lotr, Komi can’t communicate

Games: Bad Things, Drawnout, ^_^/hwwhp, anhg, neonknights (PLEASE play it. It will change your life), Project: RUSHER, Meleeniacs, SEWH, pjsk, Crush Crush (sorry), Tomodachi life ltd, etc.

Ships: I’m currently in one of the WORST Bagginshield obsessions rn please talk to me about them. I’m also an avid samfro, gigolas, barduil, blime, cameracap, and geogem shipper.

Idk what else to put, but feel free to dm, send asks, ask to be moots, etc.!

Stamps and other shit (I REALLY need more.)

After the rebuilding of Erebor, an opticians office opens. Bilbo INSISTS that Thorin gets his eyes checked, since he learned from the journey that this man was absolutely close to legally blind.

Thorin, begrudgingly, goes along with Bilbos demands, and to the surprise of no one, he absolutely needs glasses.

Soon after, he receives said glasses. He surveys the room, so shocked to be able to perceive the finer details around him.

And then he sees Bilbo.

By god. He was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Prettier than gold. Than jewels. Than…anything, perhaps.

Bilbo notices Thorin’s eyes widening, as if in paralyzing shock.

“What’s the matter, love?”

“Ghivashel…”

Thorin cups his face and takes an even closer look.

“If I had known that you were truly this beautiful, I would have asked for your hand long ago…” he says, kissing Bilbo’s hand.