So lately I was having those crazy Dark!Erebor AU plot-bunnies. Like, what if Thorin died in BoFA and Bilbo has instantly gone completely bonkers with grief, to the point that he actually summoned something REALLY BAD with his ring and force of will. Thorin is resurrected but it’s not a happy miracle but an act of Necromagic, so the dwarf king isn’t the same person he was before. Same goes for Bilbo who literally sold his soul to bring the dwarf from the dead and the price he must pay is to continue living as a vessel for the Dark Power he evoked. That evil thing is cunning to act discreet enough so nobody notices the difference at first. Thorin is crowned as a King of Erebor and though he manages to revive the kingdom to its former glory, his policy borders on cruel and downright despotic. And not one of his brutal decisions made without the knowledge and lead of the Halfling who follows Thorin like a vicious shadow and instigates him to rule with an iron fist and violently punish everyone who goes against his will. I’d imagine Thorin chopping heads off while Bilbo, the sneaky fucker, cuts some bitches in dark corners when the insurgent dwarves keep attempting to kill them both or sabotage their ruling. So, like, Erebor becomes a base of Mordor and biggest threat to whole Middlearth. lol, i guess i’ll just take my pills and go to sleep K BYE
i like to think that dwarves (and elves!) have no concept of divorce, as dwarves have their ones and elves have… something? (memo to self: research this.) thus, divorce is solely the province of men and hobbits.
so the first time that bilbo makes a teasing remark to…
The Black body, more so of women, have stood on the opposite side of the narrow Eurocentric standards of beauty. Black hairstyles have defiantly rebelled against and even when straightened added creative magic of Blackness and Boldness.
Black hair, whether relaxed or natural, locked or shaven is beautiful. Black women are beautiful.
Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is… suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.