isilmelopta answered: Young Kili and Fili being comforted by Thorin during a storm?
stick ban: I like how Kili looks genuinely distressed, but Fili’s just kind of like, “Kili woke me up crying but at least Thorin’s dealing with him now, and this is cozy, and I’m sleepy”
stick ban: not scared so much as relieved/tired
jujubeee mod: that is EXACTLY what i figured was what happened
jujubeee mod: Fili is more sleepy
jujubeee mod: and the thunder is loud and irritating
jujubeee mod: and he’ll probably fall asleep on his feet with Thorins arm around him
stick ban: just sagging against Thorin and Thorin will be too distracted by Kili to notice for a few minutes
if u throw up in my car I’ll kill u
d-don’t look outside
if you need me I’ll be beneath the floorboards with the blanket zombies.
sEE THAT’S THE THING
I FUCKING BURNED THE FLOORBOARDS
NOW THERE’S JUST A FUCKING HOLE SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR ZOMBIES YOU FUCKING FUCK
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TAKE ME BACK LORD JESUS TAKE ME BACK
it”S TOO LATE WHAT DO WE DO
WHAT DO WE
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You can even visit Willard in Evansville, Indiana. It’s a beautiful library with a beautiful past.
oH GUESS WHAT I’M DOING
i jUST REMEMBERED MY OTHER OT3
you know that “joke” your friend makes about you and the only problem is that it actually hits home and you sit there and realize that they were probably being serious in an indirect way and covering up their true thoughts by passing it off as a joke and then you just sit there feeling like shit for the entire day
Crying Sam Winchester
The crowd was cheering, safe for another year.
Sam felt numb as hands grabbed and pushed him towards the platform; away from his age group; from Bobby and his brother. He had been chosen. A girl, Bela Talbot, was already there. The fear in her eyes giving her away despite her brave face.
Sam heard Dean shouting for him — Sam! Sam! Sam! — and looked back. Dean’s eyes were panicked, his entire body straining against the hold of the Peacekeepers. This was likely the last time he would see Dean, he realized. He was young, this was his first Games — his name had only been in the drawing once.
He was going to die.
“I volunteer!” The crowd hushed. Dean had broken through the line of Peacekeepers, striding past Sam with barely a backwards glance. He stopped before the platform, shoulders set and jaw firm. “I volunteer for tribute.”
“Dean!” Sam cried, running to catch up and grasping at the sleeve of his jacket. “Dean, no! No, you can’t!”
Dean didn’t look at him, eyes forward. Why wouldn’t he look? Sam felt tears in his eyes, his throat closing in fear. “Dean!” He sobbed.
A pair of hands grabbed him, lifting him away. Bobby. “You let him be, Sam.” Bobby whispered gravely in his ear. “He’s made his choice, don’t you dishonor it.”
Sam cried into his shoulder as he was taken away. He glanced up one last time and found Dean’s eyes on him. Green met hazel; brother and brother. Dean bowed his head not in goodbye, but in promise.
Sam had been chosen, but it was Dean who would pay the price. Dean who would fight.
It was Dean who would win, because there was no other option.
Sam was waiting at the end.