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Tom Hiddleston ALS Ice Bucket Challenge (Complete Version)
Okay, so I signed up for this exchange hoping it would jumpstart me writing again, and so far so good. This is just the first chapter of a long fic, but it’s way outside my comfort zone (It’s omegaverse), and very different for me. So. Hope you like it, crystalemi.
OMG I love your ff “Grey” and I’m loving my gift too! I’m so lucky I got you 😍
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1kGizqw
Greg’s always worn his flaws upon his sleeve, while Mycroft buries them deep beneath the ground and pretends they don’t exist at all. When the time comes to dig them out and fight together for their own happiness, both of them are…
read it on the AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/2140083
Greg’s always wore his flaws upon his sleeve, while Mycroft buries them deep beneath the ground and pretends they don’t exist at all. When the time comes to dig them out and fight together for their own happiness,…
I found a post with this pic and mentioned that someone should write a small fic about it, so I did :3 This one is meant to be confusing but Thilbo Bagginshield, so good luck following it XD slight angst towards the end.
Where I found the original text:
“As he lay in bed he could hear Thorin still humming to himself in the best bedroom next to him:
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold
Bilbo went to sleep with that in his ears, and it gave him very uncomfortable dreams. It was long after the break of day, when he woke up.
When Bilbo had finally laid down to sleep, exhaustion pulling at his limbs, he had not expected to hear the Dwarf king in the room next to him hum. In his physically tired state, he did not react much save a small frown marring his features as he listened. Bilbo unwittingly let the tune carry him off into another state; once that could only be recognized as a deep sleep.
Bilbo dreamt of strange things - vibrant colors, dull colors, and dragon breath. He dreamt of the grand halls of Erebor, and his cozy hobbit hole. He dreamt of a grand journey undertaken by a fourteen-member company, and of him, all alone, going to the market. He dreamt of the king, and of himself; both together, and separate. Light and day. Warmth and cold. Flowers and stone.
His confused mind made out two images in the confusing haze of colors. Him and the king, standing together at the top of a stone cliff, hugging. Yes… Bilbo realized deliriously in his sleep, this is one adventure that I would greatly enjoy…
More images; Thorin being bitten down on by a white warg, harassed by a great troll under its own mountain, and yelling at a blinding elven king. Bilbo was startled by these, but his ‘peaceful’ sleep had only just started to take a turn for the worst.
Now he saw fire; dragon fire raining down on a village that resided upon water. The people were crying and the children were crying. Both here and the more vibrant city that once seemed so prosperous.
And then Bilbo suddenly saw himself there, tentatively padding down a stone corridor. He was searching for something, but he knew not what it looked like. Burglar, the words on Thorin’s tongue stabbed his warm heart with ice, the wind gushing out of him.
The dragon was there in the gold-filled chamber, speaking to him. He was threatening and intimidating; he was magnificent. Dream-Bilbo uttered something under his breath, and the dragon reacted violently.
People were fighting, blood spilling like mini-waterfalls onto the earth before the great gate. Orcs, men, elves, dwarves, and a single hobbit… Bilbo suddenly didn’t know if his companions were alive or dead, here or there, real or dreamt.
Bilbo saw a casket. In it was the great dwarf king who not only restored the mountain, but had haunted the dream of a small hobbit; Thorin Oakenshield.
Needless to say when Bilbo woke up, it was long after the break of day. And when he did wake, it was with a pained shout, tears running down his cheeks for some already long-forgotten reason.
if u could use one scene of johnlock to describe “true love” what would it be?
John sitting comfortably in his fave chair with a mannequin hanging from the ceiling right behind him.
Thank you for your kind words! :)
Italy is a very complicated country and the people who live here are definitely up to the challenge, sometimes. We’re always ready to bitterly criticize ourselves (I honestly think nobody is better at badmouthing us than… us), but I think it happens because we deeply care about Italy and want to see it get better.
After all, there’s good and bad in every country, Italy included. I hope this blog can help people understand that there’s more to a place than stereotypes and that learning about things that happen within different mindsets is a great experience.
All of you go learning about my country, now.
Greg’s always wore his flaws upon his sleeve, while Mycroft buries them deep beneath the ground and pretends they don’t exist at all. When the time comes to dig them out and fight together for their own happiness, both of them are not so sure they’re ready to show their true colors. Sometimes committing your life to someone else’s is easier than accepting you’re both broken.
Summer Mystrade Exchange for timeless-monologue.
I shouldn’t have posted today because this is such a tease of a chapter that I’m hating myself but I didn’t feel like leaving lovely timeless-monologue without a gift. So, here I am. My laptop’s hard disk is officially dead and recovery of any file was impossible. Obviously Titanium was the only story I had not uploaded on google drive.
yes, lyrics are from Bastille “Flaws” and title is from Boyce Avenue homonym song!
(Always looking for betas.)
- 200 male, 200 female, and 200 unisex names
- Common and unusual names
- Definitions and nationalities
- Pronunciations for Irish/Scottish Gaelic names
- English, Arabic, Japanese, Italian, Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Greek, German, Latin, French, American, Spanish, Scandinavian, Hebrew, Turkish, Russian, Hindi, Turkish, Bulgarian, and Iranian/Persian names
** denotes a name heavily associated with a preexisting entity, fictional or real
This went alright for a first attempt at flowerbatch. I actually really enjoyed making this :)
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