2 chapters of my ed/stede beren and lúthien au are up on ao3!
archiveofourown.org/works/825584...

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screenshot of hawkeye saying 'the war's been running for two years. the government must be in profit by now'

yearly mash rewatch cos it remains relevant

The forest under other circumstances would have would have been a familiar comfort, a place where he would vanish for a few hours away from the wrath of his father for a slipped sword or a stumble in training. The sound of songbirds and the wind through the leaves, the creaking of the trees as in conversation with each other was akin to a long lost embrace from his late mother. The river babbling to herself as though the great Calypso may emerge any moment with words of wisdom and courage, or to send him on his own great deed with purpose like his kin before him.

Stede often dreamed of the great lays of generations past, his ancestors, the great Men of the House of Bonnet, fighting bravely alongside Elven Pirate Princes and warriors against the Dark Lord Banes. Those who had been felled in battle were remembered reverently akin to princes themselves. Then came Stede. Far less impressive. Stede loved music, poetry, and all manners of flora and fauna, and could name all he saw around him by the age of ten. He was less adept at combat, strategy, and struggled with maps. All of these were ill welcomed traits in the heir to the mighty House of Bonnet.

Though of course, this no longer held any importance. They were all dead. All slain at the hands of the Dark Lord Banes' servants. Bodies laid mangled where they were cut down, and all homes were set alight. No one had been spared, not even the little ones. And Stede had ran. Those sounds of the forest he oft found a comfort now changed to distant cries and roars of the enemy, as he flew with as much speed as he could muster through the trees, not caring as he felt thorns and twigs bite his arms and legs.

After a time, how long he was unsure, though he could no longer hear anything but the rush of his own feet, he caught a large root and hit the floor with a crash. Exhausted, for a while he just lay there. All dead. All of them. His sword master Roger who always berated him and never smiled. The cook Mary, who had slipped him extra cake when she found him crying in the pantry. All the people he grew up with, all those who had been to battle and survived. His father who had hated him. Stede curled up in the mud and leaves and wept.

#WIPWednesday Stede and Ed Beren and Lúthien AU

The forest under other circumstances would have would have been a familiar comfort, a place where he would vanish for a few hours away from the wrath of his father for a slipped sword or a stumble in training. The sound of songbirds and the wind through the leaves, the creaking of the trees as in conversation with each other was akin to a long lost embrace from his late mother. The river babbling to herself as though the great Calypso may emerge any moment with words of wisdom and courage, or to send him on his own great deed with purpose like his kin before him.

Stede often dreamed of the great lays of generations past, his ancestors, the great Men of the House of Bonnet, fighting bravely alongside Elven Pirate Princes and warriors against the Dark Lord Banes. Those who had been felled in battle were remembered reverently akin to princes themselves. Then came Stede. Far less impressive. Stede loved music, poetry, and all manners of flora and fauna, and could name all he saw around him by the age of ten. He was less adept at combat, strategy, and struggled with maps. All of these were ill welcomed traits in the heir to the mighty House of Bonnet.

Though of course, this no longer held any importance. They were all dead. All slain at the hands of the Dark Lord Banes' servants. Bodies laid mangled where they were cut down, and all homes were set alight. No one had been spared, not even the little ones. And Stede had ran. Those sounds of the forest he oft found a comfort now changed to distant cries and roars of the enemy, as he flew with as much speed as he could muster through the trees, not caring as he felt thorns and twigs bite his arms and legs.

After a time, how long he was unsure, though he could no longer hear anything but the rush of his own feet, he caught a large root and hit the floor with a crash. Exhausted, for a while he just lay there. All dead. All of them. His sword master Roger who always berated him and never smiled. The cook Mary, who had slipped him extra cake when she found him crying in the pantry. All the people he grew up with, all those who had been to battle and survived. His father who had hated him. Stede curled up in the mud and leaves and wept.

#WIPWednesday Stede and Ed Beren and Lúthien AU

happy national stede bonnet day (my fav fool /aff)

march against the far right in London today!! half a million people, a historic day in British history! 💪❤️

a stack of tolkien books with the one ring and the argonath book ends

happy tolkien reading day!! 🧝‍♀️🧙‍♂️🐲🥔

UKIP's brief attempt to march being pushed back to their starting point after being surrounded by counter protesters 🙌 (they're the lot with the crosses)

Priests hold a sign saying 'you can be Christian or a racist, you can't be both'

sign reading 'Jesus was a refugee'

Sign with the very hungry caterpillar saying 'eat the rich'

sign reading 'UKIP would deport Jesus'

UKIP tried to march in Liverpool on Saturday under the guise of 'walk with Jesus'. They were shown what community looks like and made it about 10 steps before being surrounded and stuck in place for hours, before being escorted by police back to the train station. LIVERPOOL IS ANTI-FASCIST ❤️💪

(I know beren isn't just some guy but it sounded funny)

I feel like making stede lúthien would be the obv choice cos of his background, but I kinda wanna make ed a high elven pirate prince and stede just some guy

brain just said beren and lúthien but make it ed and stede and now I gotta write it

Barista Archie can't help but notice the beautiful and FREAKIN HOT owner of the soup stall that's opened down the road, and comes in for breakfast most mornings 👀

we're still going ❤️

🤣🤣🤣

heyyyy may I suggest a bridge?
#túrinturambar #thesilmarillion #thechildrenofhúrin #Tolkien

radical left, danger to logs everywhere

made a Dragon-helm of Dor-lómin cos I read The Silmarillion once and now have to cosplay Túrin Turambar disaster boy of all time

#Tolkien #cosplay #túrinturambar #thesilmarillion #thechildrenofhúrin

miss you all hope everyone is well despite the horrors!!! ❤️❤️❤️

relevant

I AM BEHIND BUT YOU CAN'T SEE THIS TOO MANY TIMES😍

(from samba's insta)

like... why would they do that

images of the damned performing live in manchester

The Damned, Manchester 28/01/26 🦇🖤

this makes me irrationally angry still

hey remember when hbo/max had a massive ofmd season 2 poster on the side of their entire building and then cancelled it

liminal space

also missed you all mwah!!!

I've been off here for a little bit but rhys has been doing WHAT now at his live shows

opened bluesky and actually scrolled for the first time in like a month to see this. thanks pirate dad!