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SEMIFINALS - ROUND 2
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Here’s the thing, ok?
Legolas, regrettably, has a baby face. He just has bby brother energy (which to be fair, he is) that plus immortality + looking young even for an elf means that everyone is convinced he’s the clumsy adolescent baby brother tagging along with a his big brothers.
He’ll be friends with someone for decades, un-aging, and it’ll still take years for them to realize that no, legolas didn’t need to reach his majority, he’s already an adult.
it’s just fucking wild.
And he does take advantage of it (bc, as i said he is a certified bby brother), but it gets lowkey annoying at times too.
Legolas, sobbing into his siblings clothes: Why don’t they treat me like an adult?!?
Sibling, patting his back: i know, legolas.
Legolas: *wails* i’m older than them!!!
Sibling: i know, legolas.
Legolas will have a kid, and sooner or later people ask if legolas is the child. He just gives up after that and goes full gremlin mode when possible.
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acornsandoaktrees · 3 months
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little Legolas and Haerel comic ꒰⌗´͈ ᵕ ॣ`͈⌗꒱৩
at this point in aaot, the princens' mother is newly dead and their brother freshly gone. Laerion, as the eldest, was heir, so it now falls on Alphes to prepare for queenship someday -- a big pressure. (her reaction isn't coming from a place of genuine anger, but from stress)
nevertheless, with their father busy tutoring Alphes, Legolas feels somewhat neglected by his family. he ends up finding comfort in and forming close friendships with both Tauriel and Haerel. this is the beginning of that bond <3
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sparklecryptid · 1 year
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Sorry thinking about how hilarious it would be for Anordil to realize that Erestor and Glorfindel are on the verge on entering a relationship instead of whatever nebulous thing they have going on now and making it her mission to get them together
(She ignores the ache in her heart at that. She ignores the jealous part of her that already calls them hers. She ignores that she wants both of them even if she hasn’t admitted it yet.
It’s fine! She’s an Extra! She was never supposed to be around anyway! It’s fine! She’s happy for them! She is! She just-
She wishes she was a part of it that’s all.)
(She tries to slowly distance herself from them. They need their space they’ve just become a couple! And she plots out a trip - a small one, she reassured Elrond, she’ll be back don’t worry - and Elrond approves it because she’s coming back and it’s not like she’s going to leave without telling people goodbye right?
The only people she says goodbye to are the twins, celebrían, and the feanorian vassals she knew from before.
Which is to say that Glorfindel and Erestor - don’t lose their shit per say - but are definitely displeased and worried.)
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k1ngravensblog · 7 months
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he is simply so babygorl and would never commit a crime (he would and actively does)
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barbarobutchers1 · 3 months
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Few places can compete with the compelling offerings of Barbaro Butchers in Perth when it comes to satisfying your carnivorous cravings. This family-owned butcher shop has been a beloved institution for meat lovers for years, and it’s not hard to see why. 
The aroma of premium cuts and expertly prepared meats fills the air when you step through the door. 
In this blog, we’ll take you on a mouthwatering journey through Barbaro Butchers and explore what makes it a true paradise for meat enthusiasts.
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perthontheborder · 9 months
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Regardless of the location, on the beach in Cabo, a taco stand in Mexico City or the finest of New York’s restaurants, Tortillas are consumed worldwide. And have been for centuries. This thin, unleavened piece of flatbread is easy to make and even easier to eat.
Let’s look at the journey of tortillas from the ancient past to modern times in the above blog.
Visit On The Border to enjoy our hand-made tortillas and delicious fillings at On The Border.
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bkenber · 2 years
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'Passenger 57' - Wesley Snipes is Great, The Movie is Not
‘Passenger 57’ – Wesley Snipes is Great, The Movie is Not
There was a time long ago, before he decided against paying taxes, when Wesley Snipes was one of the biggest action stars working in movies. When you see an actor like that suddenly sink into the almost inescapable realm of direct-to-video films, you cannot help but feel a little sad. Seriously, Snipes is a better actor than many give him credit for these days. He wowed us in “New Jack City” and…
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corintuckerr · 2 years
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i love how the photo of the greenwoods came across my dash four times in a row
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katabay · 8 months
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THE SHERIFF AND GUY OF GISBORNE
uh. try to stay with me for a second. so incest motifs are a huge part of medieval lit. you see it in arthuriana cycles, you see it in romances, it's a whole thing.
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Incest and the Medieval Imagination, Elizabeth Archibald
so robin hood. both adaptions and the text itself, tend to get interesting with guy of gisborne. and I will say that while I found the media being discussed in this text absolutely fucking insufferable to watch, the discussion on it was delicious, impeccable, show stopping
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Mouvance, Greenwood, and Gender in The Adventures of Robin Hood and Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, Brian J Levy and Lesley Coote
and with regards to discussions on the origin text (which I love and adore forever)
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Horseplay: Robin Hood, Guy of Gisborne, and the Neg(oti)ation of the Bestial, Stuart Kane
we're. getting to the point, I promise. guy of gisborne and the sheriff in my own "adaption" are not cousins, but brothers in law (fucked up brothers in law are my thing over on my other blog. brutus and cassius? I'm there. caligula and lepidus? all over that, baby!) because I'm aiming for an adjacent transgression.
on the topic of adjacent transgressions and guy's comment in this comic about cannibalism: there's an overlap in various genres of literature, predominantly in branches of horror and tragedy: between cannibalism and incest. (additionally! a lot of texts will take on christian subtexts and allusions, so there's a bonus homoerotic cannibalism discussion happening wrt communion that I'll get into in the future) it's about. chomping. the teeth, you know.
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Managing Monsters, Marina Warner
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Statius and Virgil: The Thebaid and the Reinterpretation of the Aeneid, Randall T. Ganiban
there's a 100% chance I will revise the sheriff's design at some point, but I wanted to draw the flowers exploding out of the spine so bad
AND FINALLY, the neck focus on guy is half due to his fate in his origin tale (beheaded) and half my own invention: I girl-with-a-green-ribboned him. a little narrative necromancy, if you will.
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Match 3 (Round 3)
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Legolas: *goes to imlardis officially to announce that gollum has escaped, unofficialy to spy on the other elven haven now that they’ve gotten word via the trees that the ring has been found and a council called bc Akami knows those elves will conveniently forget to inform the silvans until sauron is at their front door* *sends a letter back to greenwood that reads: lmao brb; gotta go on a secret mission to destroy the ring so that we can kill Sauron once and for all, don’t wait up. Ps. If someone can do my paperwork that’d be great! Consider it a reward for going on such a dangerous quest 😁*
His siblings: that little shit, getting out of a year’s worth of paperwork!
Legolas, sending a second missive: 😝
His siblings: that little bitch-
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uvmagazine · 10 months
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An Oklahoma judge has dismissed the reparations lawsuit filed by the last three known survivors of the Tulsa race massacre on Friday, court records show.
The three had sued the City of Tulsa, other groups, and officials over the opportunities taken from them when the city’s Greenwood neighborhood was burned to the ground in 1921.
Lessie Benningfield Randle, 108, Viola Fletcher, 109, and her brother, Hughes Van Ellis, 102, were among the plaintiffs.
The plaintiffs maintaned that the damage inflicted during the massacre was a “public nuisance” from the start and were seeking relief from that nuisance as well as to “recover for unjust enrichment” others have gained from the “exploitation of the massacre.
The family attorneys are expected to address the possibility of an appeal.
Read more :
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#Tulsa #TulsaRaceMassacre #TulsaRaceRiots #reparations #lawsuit #unheardvoicesmag
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lamemaster · 20 days
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The Curse of Bloodlines (Epilogue 😔)
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Request: For the annon who sends me this request every day. You know who you are and you have my respect fellow gremlin.
Pairing: Thranduil x Reader
AN: I never wanted to write this. But alas for those who cannot live without a happy ending go thrive. Please no more requests for this AU after this.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue |
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"Atyo!" You peel Celegorm's hands off Thranduil's throat. At once your uncles are at the task of taking him to another room as you follow them. Not daring to look back at him. Too scared that you might not be able to leave if you do.
Perhaps it was the fear of finding the same disdained look you had witnessed in Arda. The fear of being subjected to it had left your eyes anywhere but, Thranduil.
So you focus all your attention on your father, who almost escapes the grasp of 4 of his brothers, including Uncle Maedhros, who towered over the majority in Valinor.
"Ata, not now," your voice cuts through the din, surprisingly firm despite the tremor in your heart. Your father's face contorted in a snarl, but something in your voice, perhaps the raw emotion, caused him to pause.
"Let me go!" he roared, his voice thick with fury. "I won't be mocked by that… that…" he trailed off, his tongue failing him to find an insult that wouldn't ignite another confrontation.
You shake your head and lead him out. "Let's leave. Grandfather is waiting."
You clenched your jaw, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. This meeting, the one you'd dreaded since your days in the Halls of Mandos, had been a disaster. And the worst part? It was just the beginning.
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Meeting your father was something you had wished for forever. An unfulfilled yearning you grew up with. The same yearning Legolas grew up with. Absence of a bond that made the entirety of an existence.
Settling in his arms was a comfort unknown to you in life. Death had been kinder in many ways.
The agony of right and wrong seared on both you and your father. Ignorance of the bond that is most priced above any other. Blood that had cost you the love of your husband and the chance to watch your son grow.
But things that once shredded your heart into pieces now were distant worries. The sting of betrayal and the ache of lost years paled in comparison to the warmth of your father's embrace. His tearful apologies, whispered promises of redemption, were a balm to your wounded soul.
You met then, your uncles, your grandfather, your great-grandfather, An entire clan doomed in the halls of death. And so the task of stitching back together the House of Finwe began.
From uncountable days spent sharing stories by the pillar of your Grandfather, Feanor's firey pillar, to bringing along the souls of your troubled cousins Aegnor and Maeglin. Finweans started healing.
And you became the princess of Noldor. A title that came with a hefty price.
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Legolas' friendship with Finrod wasn't a surprise. Both, you realized, carried the weight of a love lost to time – a grief you could never fully understand or soothe.
Legolas, however, found solace elsewhere. Celebrimbor, with his gentle spirit, became his closest confidante. He regaled Amrod and Amras with tales of Middle-earth, earning their playful grumbles about being called "grandfathers." Feanor, a name whispered in legends, became a complex figure he learned about through stories and perhaps, even fleeting glimpses of him to and from the forge.
Your interactions with Legolas were tentative at first. You were a stranger to him, a face from stories whispered in hushed tones. He longed to know the woman who carried him.
Awkward silences hung heavy in the air, punctuated by whispered stories of his life in Greenwood. He spoke of Thranduil with respect, but a flicker of sadness lingered in his eyes. He spoke of a man named Estel, a human who had become a dear friend, a story that filled you with bittersweet joy.
Then came the inevitable – a meeting with Master Gimli. Their shared tales of their unlikely friendship brought laughter to the once desolate House of Feanor.
Finally, after much coaxing, you managed to convince Legolas to attend Oropher's feast. You knew a march to invite the entire Noldorian royal family was a tad excessive, even by his standards.
Noldor marching was almost always was a perilous idea.
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"Apply this twice a day," you mutter, handing him the small vial. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you allowed yourself to meet his gaze. "For the bruises," you clarified, pointing to the dark marks of your father's grip on his throat.
A flicker of surprise crossed his face, then settled into a mask of stoicism. His eyes, those same eyes that once held the warmth of a thousand sunrises, seemed distant, etched with the weight of untold ages. They held an emotion you couldn't quite define - a far cry from the hatred that burned in them during your last moments together.
His hand brushed against yours as he reached for the vial, sending a jolt through you. The grief that had settled between you, heavy and suffocating, felt like a tangible presence in the air.
"I apologize for my father," you began, your voice barely a whisper. "He is…"
"Troubled," he finished the sentence, his voice surprisingly gentle. "As are we all."
A heavy silence descended upon you once more. He spoke, breaking the quietude, his voice laced with a weary resignation. "I do not know what penance I shall bear to ever right the wrongs I have committed. I have searched for ages, scouring the world, but I cannot find a path back to the past I crave."
"I do not know what repentance I shall bear to ever right the wrongs I have committed," he continued, his voice barely above a murmur. "This yearning for what we once had consumes me, yet I detest it, for I do not believe I am worthy of it." His voice cracked, and for a moment, the once proud king you knew of was now stripped bare, revealing an elf consumed by regret.
The air around you seemed to crackle with unspoken apologies and unspoken yearning. You gathered your courage, forcing the words from your lips. "I do not know much of right or wrong," you began, your voice surprisingly steady. "Neither do I understand the intricacies of penance or forgiveness. Yet, from all I have learned in this strange realm, one thing resonates."
He averted his gaze, his back turned to you, his broad shoulders slumped in defeat. All the air seemed to have been sucked from the room, leaving a hollow ache in your chest.
Your mind raced, searching for the right words. "No act is set in stone. No grievance can hold its power over the relentless march of time. My kin, they wronged many, yet even they found a measure of peace." You thought of your uncles, of your father, finally released from the burdens of their choices.
"They were able to return to the light of Aman because they allowed themselves to seek forgiveness," you continued. "Beyond mine or Legolas', it is your own that you require the most." You reached out then, your fingers brushing against his cheek.
"We have all the time in the world." You leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a whisper of a kiss. A flawed marriage, a flawed separation, and a flawed reunion, yet, nothing had managed to make it any less sweeter.
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Round 2 Group A Match 1
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Thom Yorke:
"what other musician has a five minute compilation of his moans on stage ? yeah? no one? i thought so. vote thom yorke for my well being"
"He wrote all I need. (sexiest song ever written)"
"He made out with BOTH of the Greenwood brothers (damn)"
"Three Radiohead albums are on the top 10 highest rated album of all time, therefore his cock is massive"
"Vote him please or I will cry - microwave anon"
"I actually do have a locket with his face in it. I wear it everywhere 🙂"
"He was too hot in his Pablo Honey era cant change my mind🗣️🗣️🗣️"
"I just love him so much. He's such a cutie I want to put him in my pocket and take him with me everywhere :)"
"He wrote Spectre (sexy)"
"https://youtu.be/0YuENQZTV0k?si=EM9dx5Ye0bX6Xa4a"
"He would never evade his taxes like SHAKIRA DID."
"I want to meet thom yorke in a a record store where our eyes meet for a split second and we each notice what section the other is looking through and although neither of us is brave enough to start a conversation with the other we go home and fall asleep dreaming of what might have happened if we had gotten up the courage to talk to that cute person in the store and get to know them. I need him so bad it’s appalling"
"He's really cool!! He has had great character development over the years too if you're into that sort of thing. He has a really beautiful soul"
"gotta support grampa"
"hws so fine i want to turn him into a keychain so i can dangle him from my purse & jingle him whenever km bored… i will breath on him until it fogs all over then wipe him with a cloth to keep him clean Like a pair of glasses"
"If he wins I will create the most beautiful victory art you could ever imagine. (My 6th grade graphic design class will finally come in handy)"
"he's got that disease steez hes a flotsam fairy, you can sling him around like those stretchy hands you get in the quarter machine, he'll get mad for a minute but its fine"
"https://pin.it/1v99xvI"
"https://pin.it/4nvY08s"
"Has the voice of an angel"
"I had a dream once that I saw him and Jonny Greenwood walking down the street. I walked up to them and told them how much Radiohead meant to me and asked Thom if he could sign my Pablo Honey CD I had on me for some reason and he pushed me into open traffic and I got hit by a car and died. Jonny laughed. 10/10 dream got killed by Thom Yorke"
"He made Let Down in 1997. Shakira could never"
Shakira:
"ITS SHAKIRA SHAKIRA. le lo lo le lo le??? guys come on. do u even care about latinas."
"Shakira is genuinely hotter than most people on earth, so."
"No one else sounds like Shakira. No one else moves like Shakira. (Whether you think that's a compliment or not is up to you.)"
""is anyone even voting for Shakira" ME. I AM."
"She gives me huge Stacy's mom vibe. Like I'd come over to my friend's house not to hang out with them but to talk to their mom about how her divorce makes her feel and so I volunteer to help around the house or anything she needs. I'll take the task of cleaning out the attic with the black widows I'll mow the lawn on a hot summer day so she can offer me a cold drink for my hard work. Sorry I got lost in thought but she was part of my lesbian awakening and I will not take any Shakira slander"
"Shakira literally made me a lesbian <3"
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barbarobutchers1 · 8 months
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