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I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
Random Headcanon: Lando Calrissian made the rank of General about three weeks after officially joining the Rebel Alliance. The on-paper justification for his extraordinarily rapid ascent is a tale of stirring heroism; the real reason involved the Rebel leadership taking one look at him and going “holy shit, this guy has actual administrative experience – put him in charge immediately”.
Vibes: Smart, done w/all the BS
…I am fandom old (the vast majority of those early years were lurking – I was on LJ but not following any fannish blogs except capslock!Bleach (best. Memes.) but I read all the Mugglenet meta essays and saw the HP (and other fandom) ship wars from my seat in the bleachers. I rest inside my Girdle, having spent my time in the Silm fandom trenches (with all that implies; there are certain viewpoints and discourses of which I am DONE).
As for the ‘smart’, well, thank goodness. I’d hate to give off the opposite impression, but I know the typos and silliness and lack of serious meta posts do hinder that.
☄ anonymously tell me what vibes I give off ☄
Probably tired old woman
gilgamesh, drunk on his kitchen floor at 3 am talking to a framed picture of enkidu: you;re the only motherfukcer in thiss town who can hhandle me,
enkidu, also sitting on the kitchen floor: i know that’s literally why i was made, we’ve been over this

I love notices in my inbox like these. I can tell someone read the series in one go.
you know what my absolute favorite thing that tolkien wrote is?
the tale of beren and luthien
beren is a roughish outlaw mortal
luthien is a delicate elven maiden
they fall in love and her dad sends him on a quest to win her hand in marriage and imprisons her in a tower to keep her safe
she breaks out and saves his ass like fifty times
and i think that’s beautiful
also, sauron gets curbstomed by a dog named Dog
Story notes:
Elwing during the days she’s with her Falmari relatives while Earendil is campaigning for the War of Wrath to start hears that Eluenyanië/Eluearyon (fix name) has recently be released from Mandos and how happy Olwë’s family is to have all this family returning. Elwing does the quick mental translation to “Elu’s Remembrance” – one of my brother’s has been reborn and is now an adult? living here? getting very nervous but ecstatic to reunite with one of her big brothers she lost as a toddler. But when she finds him, looks at him, there’s no recognition on either end. She knows on her part it’s the unfortunate fact of being parted so young. Eventually he recognizes what the mistake is and clears it up- he is Olwë’s son, Eárwen’s older brother. When his parents arrived in Aman, they thought Uncle Elwë, Olwë’s older brother and senior king and the prophet who had led them (but not the final steps to see it) to the Promised Land, was lost to them forever. So Olwë named his elder son in memory and honor of their lost leader, and because Eluenyalië reminded them of Elwë in looks. Eluenyalië isn’t so sure if he looks so much like this person he never saw but who was constantly compared to and held up as this distantly recalled shining figure (and what to know who most idealized this perfect tragically-lost Elwë? Finwë, duh.) Asks Elwing. She admits she only met her grandfather a few times as an infant; she can’t say what features are a match. Elenyalië remarks that Elwing doesn’t look at all like he thought she might- he assumed and hoped she looked like Elwë. No, she answers, in looks with her dark hair and more Bëorian features, she looks like her grandparents Beren and a little bit Lúthien and therefore Melian. Eluenyalië asks about the brothers Elwing had hoped he had been. “Elurin, Remembrance of Elu. And Elured…Heir of Elu.” Cue then Elwing having to explain that one was given the name in a mix of Sindarin and Taliska, go into the Problem of Ros for the mix of Sindarin and Taliska for Elwing, Elros and Elrond’s names.Finish up the linguistic tangent, Elwing asking about why Eluentalië returned from Mandos. As she guessed, he died during the Kinslaying and Theft of the Swanships. As his father’s heir he had been among their people at the ships trying to calm nerves and reassure people after the Darkening and Fëanor’s attempts at inciting revolt. Trying to convince families it’s safe to be on the mainland, in the city, free to leave the ships, when Fëanor attacks. He leads the waves of defense- brings up that there hadn’t been any violence or fighting in Aman, such a thing was utterly anathema, that they did have small hunting bows for shooting birds that they could use. Another tangent on hunting in Aman- few actually dangerous beasts, need just some meat for the dinner table. That the Noldor hunted birds with falconry as well as bow, which they had learned from the Vanyar. That the Vanyar had mind-speech with their hawks and falcons. Call-forwards are my jam. That Eluenyalië and at least one of his younger brothers died.
You can’t tell me it isn’t canon that Olwë would not have named one of his sons something-something-Elwë and at least one of those sons died at Alqualondë and Olwë was denied his vengeance for his dead family.
For kicks, I’m making my way back through your “working on silm fic” tag and it’s a capital-D Delight.
I hope you find some amusing gems- and while I don’t usually tag which fics I was working on under that tag, I can imagine the ones where I am struggling with the Cuiviénen Era fics are the most obvious and most amusing, considering how often they are complaints about ridiculous world-building problems because, as Tolkien himself proven, for any real Science! you have to throw the Arda cosmic myth out the window. Or complaints about how much a fic is either ballooning out of control or promises I’m almost finished- for weeks.