captainofthewoodlandguard

[captainofthewoodlandguard]

Kiliel Week - Day Three - Favorite scene

“Amrâlimê”

#visual #kili

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falling series

Tolkien’s Universe - Ladies 1/…

#visual

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if ur my friend / writing partner you will notice

i’m shit at holding a conversation I’m like the hot potato convo dropper

some weeks I’m practically a ghost like ~oooo woop~ where am I 

responding to threads in a timely manner ??? don’t know her

#; ooc #called TF out #coughs

[captainofthewoodlandguard]

basic information. ➜ GENERAL INFORMATION FULL NAME: Tauriel NICKNAME(S): None AGE: 698 at the time of the hobbit DATE OF BIRTH: estimated 2333 NATIONALITY: Silvan with faint Noldorian heritage {red hair explanation—not affiliated w/ Feanorian blood} OCCUPATION: Captain of the Elven Guards RELIGION: None SEXUALITY: N/a ➜ APPEARANCE FACE CLAIM: Evangeline Lily HEIGHT: 5'7 WEIGHT: 125 lbs HAIR COLOR: Fox red EYE COLOR: Blue/Green DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Hip length hair, large ears, callused look. ➜ BACKGROUND HOMETOWN: A village in southern Mirkwood CURRENT RESIDENCE: northern Mirkwood, relatively close to the halls. FINANCIAL STATUS: currency has no meaning.EDUCATION LEVEL: High. Linguist, weapons master and strategical planner. FATHER: Deceased MOTHER: Deceased SIBLINGS: None. EXTENDED FAMILY: The woodland guard. ➜ NOTES please understand the pervesion and dislike I have for what occured to Evangeline Lilly and the character Tauriel through the films; I enjoy them, still, but I do not codone the method the hobbit was filmed under, nor do I support the last minute addition of a love triangle that shatters the build of a strong female character whose life was devoted to her own kind and her duties. I.. there was so much within the films that I disliked; I started this character BEFORE the films, when she was a casting call, and when she was nothing more than a shitty figurine with a basic bio. 

#bio

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█ABOUT

An independent Tauriel roleplay blog formed in October of 2012 on tumblr, I’ve found my own nice and creation for the character well before the movie was released. That just means this Tauriel is heavily book based. Don’t feign away from that, It’s incredibly adaptive to all things.

█THREADS || ROLEPLAYING

Come what may, I say! I adore adv. lit – novella role-plays. I secretly wish to be a lit major, but I am a terrible writer so this is how I practice! But I do enjoy any thread whether it is a chat, message, meme, and so on!

It is also recommended we somewhat plot – just to see where we both are coming from, but I do well without plots too. I let things kind of flow and whether they run smoothly or vigorously is it’s own issue.

I reply when I can. Whether it’s the day of or a week later – I try my best!

I will roleplay with an OC, if I feel like I am a good fit to roleplay with your OC. There have been times when I just can’t pull up the muse so Ive had to decline, this isn’t just stuck to OC’s – it goes out for everyone. Tauriel is callused and she’s an introvert so it’s difficult at times.

I adore jumping timelines, tauriel’s growth spans across these major points in time:

Childhood

Woodland guard inauguration

Orc raids/Village is sacked, Orphaned and reclusive to only the guards.

Finally, takes rank as a captain/ Pre: Desolation of Smaug.

Post: Battle of 5 armies, pre: war of the ring [Battle under the trees aka Battle for Mirkwood.]

Post Battle for Mirkwood, end of the war of the ring.

It’s really neat to jump timelines because she changes, drastically and jdnjdnf yes. I’m a sucker for this kind of character development.

█INTERACTIONS

Please have some understanding of tolkien, whether you’ve seen the movies or you’ve read the books. Your muse doesn’t, and if you don’t. That;s okay though, I can see how Tauriel can coach a character on her Silvan traditions and I can fill you in on some tolkien lore.

█ICONS/GIF/TEXT CODING

I don’t mind if you do any of these, just realize I cannot always do these. I think it’s creative and awesome and it’s great you do it! But I cannot always do it.

█ PET PEEVE

My only pet peeve that I can think of off the top of my head, is throwing my muse into the movie!verse: Claiming she’s naive, young, reckless. That is borderline godmodding, and it’s rude. Please don’t do this. I had some issues prior to this time and it was rampant. Especially amongst thranduil roleplayers who go on a power trip and demote her of everything and scold her for no reason. Tauriel is anything but naive, young and reckless, she has merited her rank.

If you understand anything about elves, you should understand that they are pure creatures who were not meant to be killers – their emotional creatures that can die from grief. Tauriel was born in the days of the great peace, which was quickly ended by the onslaught of orc-raids, where her parents were murdered and she took up solely with the guard because she had nothing else and the grief and darkness was too much. Ever since then she’s been in darkness. Do you realize how much that would mess a young elf up? She’s reclusive, cold, callused, she has a wall up and she’s got a duty to uphold. Respect this.

█ MUN/OOC

23; licensed cosmetologist, avid filmworker, makeup artist for the mouse and for the Gardens; Sociological and Literature undergrad; performer and actress for film and theatre. I don’t have a lot of time, and I go on bouts of inactivity because life rushes through me, rather than I through it. I favor friendships; I’m willing to make friendships, and keep them. I’m protective over who I am. 

█PAIRINGS  in regards to love/ships/etc.

In short, with genuine platonic love, the beautiful or lovely other person inspires the mind and the soul and directs one’s attention to spiritual things.

There two types of love [Eros]—Vulgar Eros  [earthly love] and Divine Eros [divine love.] Vulgar Eros is nothing but mere material attraction towards a beautiful body for physical pleasure and reproduction.

Divine Eros begins the journey from physical attraction i.e. attraction towards beautiful form or body but transcends gradually to love for Supreme Beauty. This concept of Divine Eros is later transformed into the term, Platonic love: a close relationship between two persons in which sexual desire is nonexistent or has been suppressed or sublimated

Shipping: If your character comes to Tauriel with already pre-developed feelings, do not ever expect me to consent this. Tauriel is a militaristic captain, she is an immortal – an elf, Love to her, is something precious and pure, and if it is flung at her like it is candy, she’s not going to touch it. Lust, is a vile thing, in which she will side-eye your muse with so much disgust. If something has formed on its own or with the help of the mun’s, then that’s that and that will be called a ship, whether platonic or intimate.

I can have countless amounts of platonic ships, my character is an elf, platonic is the bane of their existence. However, with intimate ships, It has grown to be something more, and usually the mun’s are invested as well. I do not think I am fond of opening my doors and allowing this to just anyone. For the sake of my sanity, and my partners sanity, it all must be pre-discussed. I stand by my right to state, I have main’s for intimate ships I will only take one of any characters for an intimate ship.

What you can expect from me.

My Tauriel is not going to make any moves on anyone in her main verse, ever. If you want to mistake her platonic happenings, for something intimate, she’s going to contemplate whether your muse is on vast amounts of pipeweed.

Do not insult me, ever, by assuming that just because your muse is some main character who is affiliated with her in the movies, and that I’m supposedly going to throw my Tauriel on your muse. That would be the instant, I lose my formality and shit and step off of my high horse and get down into your face and say, Get the fuck off of my page – now.

I love chemistry, I’m more often than not, going to be in your inbox, commenting on some post, or saying something over skype about how adorable the chemistry is.

I’m a sucker for her and mortals - like, that friendship, ruins me.

I have my own favorite ships for my character, but i rarely act out on them. I tend to honestly adore femships; TaurielxEowyn, TaurielxArwen. Ffffuuuckkk yes. But, don’t worry, It’s rare to find a partner so back to the subject. I’ll participate in memes for kissing and obscure things that are obviously done for fun, it’s okay if you do the same. If I repost a kissing meme, it’s to get messages and to practice writing, please, feel free to participate regardless of ships. It’s only a meme.

#rules

[captainofthewoodlandguard]

“You do realize,” she gestures with her eyes to the entirety of the room they stand within, “that you smell disgusting.”

#thewolffenrir #;the wolf and the moon #; BABE I AM SO SORRY I WENT AWAY FOR 7 MONTHS #I HAD NO IDEA #IM SORRY;

[captainofthewoodlandguard]

Starter call; Please like this post if you’re interested in a starter.  Tolkien lore based; One liner —— Novella; shitty writer looking to improve; random activity.

#ooc #tolkien roleplay

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fenwxlf:

He cradles her, arms looped about her and tugging her closer, dipping his face to rest his forehead against hers, humming into her touch, taking in the sound of her voice in her native tongue, soft and musical. After a moment, he reaches up to thumb away the tears staining her cheek, eyes hungrily taking in her face.

“My mother’s people,” he murmured, “There was trouble. They needed me. But… it wasn’t home.” He tipped his chin, let their noses brush. “…I missed you.”

Tauriel would know him by smell alone, she thought, as she thumbed his face before pushing her hands through his hair. When he held her, it felt like home. Warm, safe, comforting. She could not look away from him, and after some time, her tears dried. “You did what you had to do,” she acknowledged him, brushing her nose against his, “I’ve missed you. I wondered if you would ever return, I was afraid death had found you before I could.”  Her hands pushed him towards her and she embraced him. Resting her head in the crook of his neck, she used all her strength to push him into her. “I missed your voice.”

#fenwxlf

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ＬＯＫＩ:

The question seemed simple enough and Loki hardly batted an eye to it as he turned his gaze up in thought, carefully going over his schedule over the last few days to give her a precise date. “I believe yesterday or the day before, I cannot recall.” He took pride in his hair, after all. No sense in having it the length it was if he wasn’t going to take care of it. For a moment he thought perhaps Tauriel was asking him because she, after tucking a strand behind his hair, had thought it to be greasy and unkempt. The anxious thought was enough for him run a hand through his hair, feeling the locks carefully for any grease. 

“Do I look unkempt?” He finally asked with a crooked grin. “I do like my hair played with, if you are trying to offer to wash it for me.” It always sent such pleasant tingles down his spine and through his veins, lulling him into a comfortable state of relaxation. When was the last time someone had last touched his hair apart from the occasional strand tucking like Tauriel had just done? Goodness, it had been a long time.

His mannerisms made a smile spread wide against her features, as she finished stretching her muscles, grateful that she had this time with him. She worried for a moment, fretting if she had insulted him. “—Most certainly not, you never look unke—” Turning to him in her panic, she watched as he grinned. Whatever panic that fluttered within her heart turned to laughter as she pushed at his chest. “You knew the answer to this question, and yet you still asked!” 

Laughter trilled in the air as she pushed herself off of the bed that they sat upon. In a flourish of red and green, Tauriel bowed low whilst keeping her eyes upon him. “My liege,” the word rolls off of her tongue with traces of jest, “allow me to escort you to the springs. I can assure your protection.” Tauriel extended her hand towards him, a grin flashing across her features. 

#kingoftheravens #ldbajdafsjkbahbj SAME THO SAME #She's actually playful for once lmao

[captainofthewoodlandguard]

kingoftheravens:

Content that his work was without flaw, Loki returned his gaze to Tauriel’s face, studying the gentle features there. She was beautiful in a way that he couldn’t properly explain. It was a beauty similar to Mirkwood, which was wild and rough around the edges but had spaces of such purity and extravagance that it was honestly breathtaking. Her personality made it hard to love her on the outset, but it was a good thing he was persistent and steadfast in his ways or they would never have been where they were today. Now, he only had eyes for her, even if he did not admit this aloud to her. 

“Selfish? Hardly.” He grinned. Like any of the other elves in the kingdom wanted him. Pssh. He was too foreign, too strange. He fit in well with Mirkwood, only in the way a dandelion fits in with other flowers; It may bloom vibrant and beautiful like all the other flowers, but it was still a weed.

            “Mmm, good thing you are the only one              who can understand my oddities, no?              I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

     How he could give every notion of being a human while also being something more elicited a smile that spelled out the greatest of curiosities from the warrior. Loki was a conundrum beyond her knowledge, and she craved more. She knew that every day, after every report, after every setback and loss she faced, she could come back to him and what loss she felt would be lessened in lou of the love she had for him. Regardless of whatever he might or might not feel for her——an answer to a question she had no courage to dare ask; rather, she preferred to just think he felt remotely the same for her, for numerous reasons. The most prevalent reason being, she was Captain of the Woodland Guard, her life sworn to protect and serve others before she could ever protect herself. The implications from such an oath could stunt any personal growth she wished to have with the man before her, who she could not stop smiling around.       “Oh?” She returned his grinned, her angled features certainly becoming more apparent as she leaned towards him. “Between you and I,” her eyes glinting in coquettish ways, “I, too, would have it no other way.” 

     “Lovely one, when was it you last bathed your hair?” She hummed rubbing two fingers together while she flexed her back to stretch. Taunting herself to say out loud that she simply wished to soothe him as he soothed she. Washing one’s hair was a sweet act among her kind, and if she was to leave in the next week to scout out the mountains, why should she not offer sweet devotions to this man? Her tact for the affairs of the heart were truly her weak point, for she possessed little diplomacy regarding words.

#kingoftheravens #v: woodland raven #( Tauriel BB really you cant just ask someone thatdlkjfnadsbfalb )

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ＬＯＫＩ:

     “Mystic,” he repeated, though he found the word sounded       better coming from her mouth than from his own. It rolled       pleasantly, filled to the brim with magic and assurance       when she said it. “I have been called many things in       my lifetime–” many terrible things and many delightful       things, though Loki supposed if he bothered to sit and count       them all the former would far outnumber the latter. “But I       do not believe that mystic was ever one of them.” He       was pleased and it was evident in the way he arranged his       features. 

      Once the healing process had been completed, he carefully       inspected his handiwork to ensure nothing had been missed.       “There you go, love. All better.”

     Tauriel forgot the sensation of another’s magic healing her,      lost in the words he uttered; how he always weaved words      to sound like music or story was beyond her. “Well,” she      started, but faltered with her tongue in cheek, “it surely is not      a word I would give to you as a name, but certainly a descriptor;      watch, my warriors find out about your talents, they’ll      never grant you peace.” She could all but laugh at her joke,      for her warriors outnumbered the amount of healers capable      of bringing aid to them in their hours of great need.

     “Perhaps I am selfish and wish you all to myself.” She quirks,       noticing he was inspecting her wound, and enjoying his attentions.      He could be so tentative to her, foregoing her own objections. Curious,      she passed a hand over her once injured abdomen. A joyous laugh      came from her lips as she sat up, very much pleased with his skills.      “Thank you.” Hazel eyes passed over his form and she could not       help but to tuck a lose strand of his hair behind his rounded ears, nor       could she pass up the opportunity to touch rounded ears, “You really      are an oddity, aren’t you?” Tauriel hummed in humor as she pushed       herself into an upright position.

#kingoftheravens #v: woodland raven #I MISSED YOU SO MUCH #THIS IS SUCH A GREAT SURPRISE #I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS #I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW YOU. #;W;

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fenwxlf:

He faltered some at her words before belatedly making sense of them, realizing they sounded familiar because they were.  His heart thuds uncomfortably, and he starts to speak but has to pause to clear his throat before starting again. “I don’t think I’m that far from home, now.” He murmured, and then – Norns, Norns, she was crying. They’re both frozen feet away from each other, everything in them tense in a way that just begs for the snap, so they can reunite.

Fenrir broke first, half worried Tauriel would all but collapse if left alone with her emotions anymore, and he closed the space between them in a few quick strides. “Never,” he gasped, clutching at her elbows. “Not so long as you want me.”

     Her words were a soft prayer to the gods around them, to the beast before her she came to love and could never seem to forget. She watches him——she knows him, just as she knew him before. Untouched, but so much more; what horrors had he seen, what took him away from her? Her chest rises and falls faster with shorter increments in between, the air was leaving her body; or was it finally filling her body?     It’s when his body collides against her, the rush of the wind that blows his scent all around her, and her hair whirls in copper locks around him whipping every which way that the life in her hands topples to the Arda in a heap of roots and dirt. Her hand’s do not hesitate to lurch towards his face, cupping it with a tenderness. With a flourish of Sindarin words slipping off her tongue, she repeats herself in the language they both speak: “I will always seek you out,” she exclaims through her emotions, thumbs passing across his cheek bones, knowing the contours of his body, “I will always want you my sweet Wolf.”     “You are different now—changed in some way, I can not tell. What has happened Fenrir? What brings you back,” she pauses to search his face, her teeth biting down on her smile that spreads for he had called this place——her world——her    “home?”

#fenwxlf #v:𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 #S

[captainofthewoodlandguard]

fenwxlf:

He offered her a smile as his named struggled to fall from her lips. It faltered, expression shuddering as she whispered denials of his being there, and… maybe this was a mistake. Maybe when he left last time, he should’ve left for good.

He licks his lip, leans back a bit, even though he’s still standing far from arm’s reach, looking ready to flee. But… she’s smiling. It’s looks pained, but it’s there. He shifts his weight, runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah…” He ducks his head, glancing around, still uncertain at how welcome he was. Maybe it’d been too long. “Should I… do you want me to go?” 

He was perfect. Everything about him seeped perfection into the earth and all around them, the woods sang softer yet louder it seemed. All creatures hummed in harmony and the world continued to ebb and flow as a river does; they were only beings who did not move.  He eyes devoured him whole, breathing in his scent—she would know him anywhere. He aged, she can see that now. The thick matte of whiskers that lined his jaw and chin, the soft wrinkles at the edge of his eyes that spoke of solemn wishes—eyes that kissed her even now as she stood before him amidst a flutter of abashed shock.  “What are you doing,” her accented voice fails her as it breaks between her smile, “so far from home, Wolf?” Tauriel cannot help the smile that exposes her teeth, she can’t help the beads of hot water that mist her bright hazel eyes. Her hands now clutch the roots of the herb; the wishes of tomorrow spoken today.  “You’re here,” her exhale of words are shaken like the leaves on the trees, and her hands begin to quiver. The words she now speaks are borderline a prayer to any god who dare listen to her. “Do not leave me again.”

#fenwxlf #That's a quote from one of their very first conversations ;w;

[captainofthewoodlandguard]

fenwxlf:

The wolf padded back through once-familiar paths. It had changed some in his time away, between the sickness of battle and then steady rebirth of the soil, but his paws still knew where to tread. He feared he’d be gone, once again, longer than he realized, but at least with elves their passage of time was more the same, as opposed to humans. Many times in the past he’d let too many years pass only to find his mortal friends or lovers far older, moved on from him.

He scents the air, hums as he catches her familiar scent. He pauses for a long moment, one paw still half raised, just breathing it in. After a moment of deliberation, he tilts his muzzle back and howls.

It takes some time after to track her down, but soon enough after his howl, Fenrir walks on two legs past the plant she uprooted, unknowingly following her invisible footsteps, and then there she is, standing tall and strong as he remembers, a dress flowing down her form, but its sheerness lets him see all he wishes, giving her a strange mix of etherial and sexual allure. It’s so different, too, from the leather armor and tunics he was more used to seeing her in. But he’s not complaining.

He gives a wolf whistle, grinning as he pauses a few feet away, inwardly a bit nervous for her response. Fenrir’s a bit more scruffy than the last time she saw him, hair longer and beard grown out a bit more, and he’s donned a simple green tunic, trousers, and boots.

“–Hey,” he greets, biting his lip some as he smiles at her.

Tauriel appeared regal and invulnerable, like a soft gold statue no one was allowed to touch for fear of marring it. Her hands cradled the flower that yearned for the Arda, until the woodlands lit up in chorus. She stopped moving to stand and listen, for a moment imagining a familiar voice. But that voice was gone, and it was dead like all the rest.  Grief struck her heart then just as an arrow strikes flesh and her spirit withered. People died and people left all the time, countless it seemed. It always seemed easier to be the one leaving rather than the one left behind, left to walk in the ruins of what remains. A wind grasped Tauriels form, pushing her translucent gown against her bare form and cascading her hair down her back. It when she noticed the bend of the herbs leaves, that she began to walk again.  A sharp sound resonated in her ears, causing her to flinch and immediately whip herself around to where the sound is. Hazel eyes narrowing in absolute annoyance at the dissonant sound. 

“F-Fen...rir?” Her mouth slowly slips open, and her throat begins to clench. An array of emotions washes over her face as she clutches the plant close to her breasts, shaking her head in disbelief. “But this cannot be.” She pleads, but a pain stricken smile unfurls itself upon her lips. He looked amazing, as if he were here yesterday fighting along side her. .

#fenwxlf #;; she gon feint

[captainofthewoodlandguard]

beardedbowman

     “I’ll get that.” Bard called out to the kids from his bedroom. They were playing a makeshift chess-like game; he passed them silently with a sigh of content. Such happy little things, he thought to himself.

Upon opening the door, Bard found himself at a loss for words… And belief. He did not expect to see Tauriel again- not in a million years. He stood silently for a minute and only when Bain questioned who it was, did he speak.

     “J-Just a friend.” He called back vaguely, not wanting to cause a ruckus, knowing they missed her greatly. He did not want this to be like their mother again- someone they cared about showing up only to disappear from their lives. Tauriel had done that once already, though with great reason.

Bard stepped outside, closing the door behind him; he still had not said anything to the elf herself. Swallowing hard, he let our a shaky breath that lingered in the cold, dense air around them.

     “I… Did not expect to see you again, Tauriel. What brings you so far from home, I wonder?” The bowman did not mean to come across as cold or rude but his voice threatened to betray him and he did not know what to say or do. She was a walking reminder of the day he nearly lost his son.

It felt rather peculiar for her to knock on the door. Whyknock when one usually could hear the other approach? Tauriel reminded herselfthat those she stood around now were human and mortal, that she was as foreignto them as they were to her. Pursing her lips and swallowing whatever ineleganceshe felt, she allowed her hand to drift down to her side. There was not enough air in all the world for Tauriel to covertly inhale whenshe heard him a foot away from her with only a wooden door in between their twoforms. The sound of the children chiding away within the confines of the housewarmed her, they survived after all these years. Whatever joy this gave her,left for the door began to open causing her to stand as still as a great tree. He stood before her in just as much shock as she, but it’s when he steppedtowards her that she inclined herself from him without thought. The world was awide, vast plane of interwoven paths that all crossed and abandoned one anotherrepeatedly, but no matter how far she traveled, it made no difference. She knewthis imperious reality with each word he spoke. “The magnanimous rule of the King of Dale.” She spoke the words with a conviction,but her tone eased into what once was. Tauriel offered Bard a small smile, “Ithas been a long time, hasn’t it?” Her voice faltered as if she was asking thequestion to herself.  

#beardedbowman #t;; you're home #EEEP get ready for the awkward elf #mhuwhaha

[captainofthewoodlandguard]

´¨¤.¸¸.

           The woodlands streamed with life, billowing, and rolling through the landscape as if life was never once forsaken from this. The trees murmured and their limbs danced, swooping, and swaying with each gentle touch of the breeze. Leaves land on the ground with such elegance, one would never know the scars these souls barred.           It is within the song the wind and the trees sang that the elf resided in.           Tauriel was the last of her kind to dwell so far from the others, out of reach of anyone who remembered her, tucked away within the own confinements of her mind.           Amid of flutter of lashes, she grasps an herb between lithe hands and gentle uproots the plant from it’s abode in the Arda. She whispers a thank you to the land around her, the bare flesh of her is unblemished and pristine; there is no sign of a broken back, or any debilitating factor from the injury she once sustained. Every inch of her skin is visible behind the drapes of her gown that cascaded down her slender form.           She stands to her full height, acknowledging the plant that she holds close to her before she begins to walk back to her shelter. Bare feet leave no evidence of her path to or from the plant she uprooted. “It is a thought to think that this once was a battle field,” her voice is like velvet as she speaks to the plant, as if expecting it to respond, “but that was before your time. You have it lucky, little one. You know no sickness as the others once did.”

#fenwxlf

[captainofthewoodlandguard]

Act like a hurricane so no one can ever break you again.

we’ll be named after storms one day by @jwfeelings (via jwfeelings)

#• ι wιll ѕnap yoυ ιn тwo; ιт'ѕ only a мaттer oғ wнen #мυsιηgs