#FOH

[slvttyplum]

BITCH WE DONT GAF ABOUT GOJO OR GETO PICK UP DAT PHONE AND START TYPING SOME NANAMI SMUT🙄

oh thats not... yall who tf are they talking to. go wash your pussy and stop talking to me. YOU go write some, damn nobody wanna write about that old BURNT DECEASED man.

#you tried it tho #foh

[robotpussy]

ppl on here will say "omg trans rights! blm! i do believe black ppl and poc and trans ppl have a right to exist and live!" and then when people from these groups ask for money to survive all of a sudden its a problem and people are dictating what others should do with their money and now if nobody gives this site money it will collapse the next day and we'll all lose our crops.

complaints about 'guilt trippy posts' that most ppl on here just scroll past and even make fun of but will fearmonger themselves and everyone on this site into thinking Tumblr is running on the budget of a shoestring and a ham sandwich and needs all the money they can get.

#foh #text #im so tired and they do with this AO3 too

[jayywesst]

I’m nobodies second option

#FOH

[soundbulb]

To Pimp A Butterfly, Kendrick Lamar

#kendrick lamar #to pimp a butterfly #music #foh #htl #ht #im #my personal favorite and top three albums of all time

[alwaysbewoke]

#israel #gaza #gaza strip #palestine #free palestine #anti-semitic #islamophobia #zionism #Lloyd Austin #foh #coon #buckstepper

[arabian-batboy]

I feel like we’re witnessing a new trope in military propaganda media emerging and it’s the “lets have a whiny overly-dramatic white liberal girl say that killing innocent Arabs is bad on-screen” to send a message to the audience that being against the US’s military crimes in the Middle East is something that only dumb sensitive lefties with pronouns in their bio do.

#fuck Purple Hearts #and that other show #and in both cases the girl that said that was portrayed as being annoying #and the men that talked about killing Arabs were portrayed as chill guys that were just joking #and that their racism and terrorism are just character flaws #not my words but the director literal words #she thought having that white terrorist wanting to kill Arabs is just a character flaw #that his liberal girlfriend had to meet him in the middle #as if killing innocent people is something that you can meet in the middle with those who support it #foh

[saintsilmarillion]

Our Antlers Tangled Interlude 1

Feathers & Fire for @feast-of-horns

Mairon stumbles across Eönwë

Rating: E

Chapter warning: intimacy

Follow the full fic on AO3

Mairon runs. He runs until he is clear of the chaotic boulders and some semblance of order returns to the forest around him. He keeps running still, as if with enough speed he might leave his thoughts behind. That he might outrun what has occurred. What he himself chose to bring about.

He is so focused on inattention that he almost collides with the other maia suddenly in his path. He stops just in time and falls back against a rockery, dislodging small succulents from their placement as he scrambles to regain his feet.

‘You will not find much prey so far from Oromë’s halls.’

Eönwë stands before him, offering an unneeded hand. He withdraws it at Mairon’s look and returns to his seat on the low curving branch of a silver sycamore. His plumage is deep, dark brown - a far cry from his usual bright feathers.

‘Cheat.’ Mairon says, gesturing at them.

‘I did not have the advantage of flying.’ Eönwë smiles ruefully. He tilts his face up, searching the gilded skies.

Mairon stands, brushing himself down and trying to appear less disheveled than he feels. He looks at Eönwë properly; the defeated slump of his shoulders, the restlessness and longing that clings to his spirit.

Eönwë is turning a crystal in his hands, something shimmering between red, purple and blue, and quickly disappearing into his belt pouch when he notices Mairon’s eyes on it.

Mairon climbs up next to him and lays himself back against the crook of the white branches' curve, nudging Eönwë’s thigh with a toe.

‘Who do you await, this far from the others?’

Eönwë sighs, his gaze turning inward to memories.

‘Someone who I no longer think I can call friend.’

One who turned traitor for Melkor then. Mairon tries not to understand what could attract a maia to the fallen vala. He fails.

Mairon does not want to think about what just happened. He wants it gone from his mind, from his fána, from his ëala, everywhere where it still lingers.

He sits forward, smiling playfully.

‘Their loss is my gain,’ Mairon says, taking Eönwë’s collar in his fist and drawing the maia from morbid thoughts. ‘I claim your catch.’

‘What do you ask of me?’ Eönwë’s breath flutters against Mairon’s mouth, filled with the airy promise of rain and light.

‘A kiss.’ Mairon replies, brushing close enough that they almost do.

‘Only a kiss?’

‘I only demand a kiss, if you wish to offer more after you may do so.’

Eönwë smiles softly and leans in to grant him a sweet kiss. He is gentle but confident. A comfort between friends. So different from the last lips that touched his.

Mairon pours himself into the other maia, seeking Eönwë’s arms with his fingertips. They are sculpted with hard muscle from his constant training, still retaining his lithe, flight-ready delicacy.

Eönwë groans, his own hands finding Mairon’s thighs with assured passion.

Mairon grips at his wings, hard enough to tear feathers loose. There is nothing for Mairon to ground himself with here.

The taste of chaos still lingers in his mouth.

#my writing #int #FOH #feast of horns #our antlers tangled #eonwe x mairon #fanfic #drabble #short

[cinamun]

Fucccccccccccccck! I just realized I pulled a starbucks-cup-in-GoT type of oopsie and if you should happen to notice when I post it, pretend you didn't. This shit is hard lmfao

#literally didn't notice it until I put it in the drafts #I am not redoing that scene #foh #that shit took hours lmfao #its above me now #the virgo is virgoing #ignore me

[simbelene]

I dont feel bad for people like felixandre and harrie. Especially when their patreon stats look like this:

That's earnings per month mind you! People who actually work for EA dont even make that much 🥴

#money hungry #felixandre #felixandresims #heyharrie #sims 4 #sims 4 patreon #simblr #ts4 #sims #sims 4 cc #drama #patreon paywall #anti perma patreon #greed #greedy #scammer #foh

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

I know alot of people say they hate book 15 but it's actually one of my favorites :,3

Gotta say my favorite character from that book is definitely Pineapple ^w^

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#wings of fire confessions #wof confessions #wof #wings of fire #flames of hope #foh

[bolontiku]

Bruhhh...

Work rant under the cut... it's a lot but if you need a little drama... this is months worth accumulated.

So, there is this kid at work, sweet child, 19yo. She's not all that bright and 'requires' to be told things over and over. I've let her get away with things as it wasn't my problem. "I just don't know" she'll say in a precious baby voice and they walk her through the SAME JOB (making coffee).

I know what she's doing. Seen it before. I don't care.

Until she began putting her items in my area.

She would dump her belonging into a cubby I hid product in to keep the truck driver from using it as a door stop. It was to the point that her purse and jacket would knock the door open and I would run into it with my knuckles or racks. I told her several times over the course of a few months not to put her stuff in there. She kept doing it. Managers and other associates reminded her to not get in my way. She would get in my way up to 10mins at a time, which when baking amounts to being put back in time. So, I started putting her stuff in the backroom (where employee belongings are meant to go). She kept using the excuse of "nobody ever told me where my stuff is supposed to go" and "I'm so sorry! I HoPe YoU DoNt HaTe mE" *pout* which grated on my nerves. Whatever. Easier to just smile and shoo her away.

Finally got her to stop that and she proceeds to leave her food on my ingredient supply rack. And if we were to get state inspection in would be an automatic critical as she always eats shit with nuts or allergens in it and places it above the other things. Finally walk in to find SHRIMP on the rack and I lose my shit when she comes running over to say "oh X put it there! I had no idea!" But she looks for it where it was before I placed it on the EMPLOYEE FOOD TRAY opposite the rack she sat it on. Literally- you don't have to walk from one side of the cooler, you just TURN AROUND. no walking or anything. I am LIVID as she trying to place blame on another associate but she KNEW exactly where it had been indicating she put it there.

I call over my food cost manager as I am about to lose my shit. I can feel my face heating up and as much as I try, my voice is rising. I finally tell her to just fucking walk away. The manager has to wrangle her out of my area and I hear other associates telling her not to be in my area as I have to MOVE and they don't do the same shit she does.

I have time to cool off and the manager comes over to find out what caused me to lose my cool. She's hiding around the corner listening. I have had the most patience with her. I have been kind. I have had enough. I'm telling him that I won't put up with willful ignorance cause she can just put on her pouty face and apologize and it's all forgiven and THIS FUCKING BITCH comes around the corner with a pout "I hOpE yOu DoNt HaTE Meee" 🥺🥺

"THATS THE FUCKING FACE!! AND I HOPE YOU FEEL LIKE I HATE YOU--" I nearly swing on her as he literally steps between us and hands her her fucking bag and jacket (back in the cubby again), telling her to go home (as she is off the clock) and that she doesn't need to be in the bakers area. He's trying not to laugh.

He comes back and tells me that she's not all there and we have to be patient... nahh fuck that bro, I won't put up with emotional manipulation. He stares at me. That pouty face? The fake tears and that fucking baby voice she uses- all aimed at making the normal person to feel bad (little bunny effect) and automatically forgive them for bad actions. NOT ME BITCH I've dealt with assholes worse than you and you can take your childish shit the fuck outta here!

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Anyways. Days later and the manager comes to me and tells me that... she does do that. He's been watching her pout her way into making others "help" her and letting them do all the work. So he has literally been on her ass since that day. And everytime she comes near me he calls her away.

She did manage to get close though and she pouted at me- "I hope you don't hate me"

"Not really hate but I don't really like you. Get back to work I can't be bothered by a little girl like you"

She was speechless and he came around, calling her name cause she was supposed to be clearing the dining area of dishes why is she in my area bothering the baker?!

The other associates (my babies who work so hard) are about her age and have stopped talking to her. I told them not to treat her any other way cause of me and every single one of them said they hated her, but had been nice on account of me. I told them not to bully her and leave her alone, I don't want them getting in trouble cause of her.

Her jacket and purse are in the employee area and she has not brought food into my area. I really hate some people.

Anyhow. Thank you for letting me rant dear Tumblr diary.

#chaos journal #a bakers life for me #tiku at work #problem child #foh

[mettaworldpiece]

Blacks who live in a superpower are oppressed? Press x to doubt

“Blacks” shut the fuck up you clearly dk shit

#anon #foh

[soundbulb]

okay I made my top 15 rap albums (no particular order) while we're talking about it. don't say SHIT about my lil kim pick you weren't there. doechii drop this year please I'm begging you

#kendrick lamar #megan thee stallion #denzel curry #flo milli #vince staples #I'm not tagging all these just the ones I've already got a tag for #im #music #htl #ht #foh

[snickerzanddoodlez]

Update: episode 1 is entirely done aside from some editing and a few pieces of art

Also Update: babe wake up new art pieces for my game just dropped

#wordgirl #wordgirl pbs #wordgirl rewired #the fragments of hysteria #fragments of hysteria #SnickerDoodlez #FoH #twine #twine game

[saintsilmarillion]

Our Antlers Tangled Interlude 8

Desires & Destruction for @feast-of-horns

Eönwë seeks the truth of Mairon's seduction

Full finished fic on AO3

Rating E

Chapt specific warnings: a bit of PDA

Eönwë has to see for himself, he has to know without a doubt that what they say is true. He cannot believe it. Least of all from Calinár who, for all his faults, never speaks false. That may well have changed during the long years spent in Utumno. Much else has.

His entire tale could be a trick of some greater plan, just as Ossë and Uinen claim of their part in it. Lord Manwë himself despairs of clarifying one singular narrative from all the rumours.

Calinár cannot be trusted. He believed they might retain any friendship while sundered by loyalty to warring forces. Eönwë knows otherwise. But, if Uinen spoke true in her account, if Mairon has not fallen, there is hope for Calinár too.

Eönwë comes to the Iron Mountains, flying low around their cliffs, surveying the sparkling silver snow and the deep shadows where the lamplight fails.

There is a great smog cloaking the valleys beyond the first of the range. Smoke and ash roil where Illuin illuminates the edges of its mass.

‘Little herald.’ A voice like gravity grips Eönwë, calling him out of the sky whether he wills it or not. 

The Dark Vala stands near the apex of the tallest mountain In the range wearing the red of an old slaughter, crowed with gold, black hair curling with the same restlessness of smoke.  

Eönwë arrests his descent, managing to land some distance from the vala.

‘What foul scheme stirs the slumbering darkness from beyond the Iron Mountains?’ He calls out, bracing his spirit against the evil powers of the Dark Lord. 

‘Has my brother sent you to check on me? Or is this vigilance stirred by more personal attachments?’ Melkor, leering as though he knows anything of Eönwë's mind. He radiates his usual smugness. But there is something changed about him. A smouldering quality to his darkness that bodes ill.

‘It is true, you have torn many into your darkness that were once my friends.’ 

‘Those that join me do so of their free will. Your friends would happily welcome you  among them again, if you were inclined to unshackle your wings as they have.’ He holds a hand out as if it were a physical offer. ‘I would spare you the sorrow to come.’ 

Are there flames burning in the darkness of his eyes? Points of red beside the blue?

‘What do you mean to do?’ Eönwë bristles.

‘It is not me you should fear, little herald.’ Melkor smiles. It is deeply unsettling and strikingly familiar. 

‘Eönwë, to what do we owe the pleasure?’ A beautiful, unchanged voice breaks the tension. 

Mairon crests the mountain, clad in brighter red than Melkor, but similar in its revealing cut and many adornments. He wears several chains and sharp spikes of dark iron encircle his forehead. A sign of his unwilling capture?

But his aura’s transformation shocks through Eönwë; a quietly brilliant spirit broken into an erratic, wild thing. That cannot be falsified.

He is taller than Eönwë has ever seen a maia stand, rivalling the Dark Vala in bearing.

‘I had to know if they spoke true of you, Mairon.’ He says, dismayed by what he sees. 

'What is it that they say about me?’ Mairon asks with exaggerated interest, his golden eyes wide. He comes up beside Melkor and casually links his arm through the vala’s. 

Eönwë finds himself squirming before their joint scrutiny. 

'That you were seduced by your pride, granted twisted powers by the Dark Lord and that now you stand as his chief servant and lieutenant, having deposed even mighty Gothmog.’ It hurts Eönwë to speak Calinár’s fallen name so assuredly. 

At their meeting, the umaia shared an entirely different story to those of Almaren, claiming his own freedom from Utumno was due to Mairon’s ascent and the changes wrought there. Claiming the Dark Lord was worth joining, tempered by Mairon's influence. Claiming there was a mutual admiration between maia and vala. 

'I also hear that it was only a ruse, that your true allegiance remained with the Ainur and that you were planning to betray and trap the Dark Vala, bringing peace to Arda.’ Eönwë says. 

Melkor does not seem shocked by the announcement. He laughs softly, his face pressing to the maia's hair. Something stirs between them, less tangible than ósanwë. The look Mairon gives him in return could almost be called loving.

‘You know, I was going to.' Mairon smirks. He leans his crowned head on the Dark Vala’s shoulder. 'But then I thought, why return and be a servant, when I could rise above all the maiar as their king?’

Eönwë’s heart sinks. He did not want it to be true.

'You break Lord Aulë's heart.' 

Rage flares with Mairon's fires, casting huge shadows across the mountain. He detaches from the vala’s side and strides forward, wrath made flesh.

'Was it not he that first taught me pride in my work? Was it not he that first taught me deception, in creating his own children to rival those of The One?' He grabs Eönwë's chin, forcing him to crane up at the other maia. There is an unnatural coldness to his fingers, a shadow to his flame. 'Was it not he that bade me to make bait of myself to snare the darkness?' 

'No!' Eönwë cries, aghast. It cannot be true, Lord Aulë would not demand such a thing of his loyal servant. 

He tears himself from Mairon’s fae grasp.

'Yes!' The umaia snarls, cold blue chasing the gold from his eyes. 'Well, snare the darkness, I did. And found it vastly preferable to the hypocrisy of the light.’

He turns back to Melkor, gracefully taking the hand the vala offers up to him. Eönwë watches in stunned silence as the Dark Vala bows over Mairon’s fingers, kissing them respectfully as any maia would those of their lord. 

Seeing this, the pieces click into place at last. Melkor is lit with Mairon’s fire, his darkness shadowing the umaia in turn. They have taken a marriage bond. Mutual admiration, it seems, was an understatement for the passion that brought them together. 

For a vala to take up a maia in the bond is unheard of. The imbalance of power is too great. Yet more of Melkor’s discord, his twisting of that which is sacred to the profane. And Mairon, another friend, lost to it. There can be no hope for Calinár if he thinks this vulgar union is anything akin to temperance.

The ground shifts underfoot, a deep rumbling shaking the roots of the mountains. Ash and smoke billow higher and begin to seep down the lit face of the range. A low horn sounds distantly. 

‘Shall we enlighten the little herald to our upcoming festival, Lord Mairon?’ The vala asks, giving Mairon a look that is anything but respectful.

‘An excellent idea, Lord Melkor.’ The unmaia throws his arms around Melkor’s neck, pressing up against the fallen vala even as his eyes find Eönwë. ‘We are holding a wedding Feast of Horns. All of Almaren is invited.’

‘All of Arda, precious.’ The Dark Vala mutters against his throat, groping at Mairon’s fána possessively. As though none stood witness, he slides his hands under the edges of Mairon's clothing.

‘Oh yes! All of Arda.’ Mairon agrees, holding Eönwë’s gaze as he gasps and moans at Melkor’s attentions. His shadow-conquered mind reaches out to say, ‘Do go invite them for us, won’t you Eönwë?’

Eönwë steps back. It is all too much. Shaking himself from whatever grotesque fascination kept him watching their indecent display, he leaps into the air. To his horror, as he rises he sees a vast battalion of umaia spilling out over the Iron Mountains. 

Mairon’s high, awful laughter chases him as Eönwë races to warn the Ainur. 

Rest of the fic on Ao3

#eonwe #eonwe x mairon #eonwe x gothmog #angbang #my writing #feast of horns #foh #our antlers tangled #short fic #finished fic #fanfiction #silm fanfic #angbang fic

[itsjustpoopeh]

if you had a coworker who was insanely racist to you would you forgive them just because they came out and then be happy with them dating your friend.

"insanely racist" 😆

#shitweasel anon #anon asks #poopeh replies #tv.911 #911 abc #sure jan dot gif #im a Black dyke in Alabama #you wouldnt last an hour in the asylum where they raised me you hyperbolic amalgamation of nonsensical buzzwords #foh #😂😂😂