beargirl1393:

I had a long shift today that had some bad points (a customer wanting a void after he’d already paid for part of the order), some good points (realizing that I know where more things are now that I’ve been there for a bit), some funny ones (a customer buying all the fake hair we had in stock minutes after I put it out), and a few nice ones (complimenting a woman on her beautiful hijab and seeing her face light up at the compliment after seeming a bit down when she had first come up to the register), and so I wanted to do something to relax. Since I have a few days off, I decided that I’m going to re-read Sansukh and try live-blogging my re-read like I’ve seen some people do.

If you don’t want to see it, I’ll be tagging each post with ‘my liveblog’ ‘sansukh liveblog’ and ‘sansukh reread’. To try to keep from flooding anyone with too many posts, I’ll keep it to one post per chapter, just collecting my thoughts as I read and then posting them at the end of each chapter.

Also, if you are in the LOTR/Hobbit fandom and somehow don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s @determamfidd‘s amazing fic Sansukh. It has Bagginshield, Gigolas, Kili/Tauriel, and so many other amazing pairings. Starting with the summary, since that was what drew me in in the first place:

The battle was over, and Thorin Oakenshield awoke, naked and shivering, in the Halls of his Ancestors.

The
novelty of being dead fades quickly, and watching over his companions
soon fills him with grief and guilt. Oddly, a faint flicker of hope
arises in the form of his youngest kinsman, a Dwarf of Durin’s line with
bright red hair.

(Follows the story of the War of the Ring).

 (Bagginshield,
Gimli/Legolas) In which recovery takes time, the dead members of the
Company take to watching Gimli as though he’s a soap opera, the living
struggle with being left behind, Legolas is confused, Khuzdul is abused,
and Thorin is four feet and ten inches of guilt and anger.

Now, onto chapter 1 🙂

OH MY GOOD GRAVY

I AM A WIBBLY JELLY IN MY CHESTAL REGION

OH MY GOD THANK YOU, THANK YOU *IS GLUED TO THE SCREEN* AAAAH THANK YOUUUUUU!

hi dets!! i was wondering how you would feel about someone getting a quote from something you’ve written as a tattoo? because i’m definitely getting a mountain tat and i would absolutely love to incorporate your quote “oh, i dream of jagged rusty skies” from the iron hills for me into it – only if you would be okay with it, though. lots of love, and have a great day!!!

OH MY GOODNESS – yes, always yes, I am so so SO HONOURED, holy HECK! THANK YOU, Nonnie, thank you SO MUCH for thinking my words could be worth that!!!

(You’d be the second person with a sansukh tatt, I believe! the awesome @rileybluuseys also has one! which holy HECK seriously, omfg, i cannot believe cannot CANNOT CANNOT believe, i am so honoured and cripes cannot even process…!)

Oh my god thoughj, when you said Eowyn/Dernhelm and genderfluid, I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED THIS ONE FIC, WHICH WAS THE MOST AMAZING THING OK, EVERYONE IF YOU’REI NTO GENDERQUEER INTERPRETATIONS OF EOWYN, GO READ “The Stonework was Admirable” BY CULUMACILINTE OK, IT’S SO GOOD! (asdjahfjk sorry for using u as a sounding board here, Dets, but I just.!!!!!)

*SCREAMS*

omg genderfluid Eowyn as written by my darlingest Cully of the golden tonsils, how have i not read this AHHH SORRY @culumacilinte – thank you so so much, Nonnie! 

katajainen:

determamfidd:

katajainen:

I just opened my email to this.

HOW, how in the name of all that’s good and holy (and deliciously wicked) am I going to get any work done today? When I know I could be reading this?!

Self-discipline, I know you not.

AUGH sorry – aaaand my timing sucks once again! I hope you like it when you get around to reading it, and I REALLY hope that it doesn’t drive you bonkers all day at work!

Hey, it’s not your fault that my timezone is GMT+3… And luckily I was too busy to get distracted. Much. Almost not at all. Oh dear.

But. There’s an improperly proper and ridiculously over-length commentary at AO3, so I’ll just leave this one quote here:

“I will eat him alive, the earth itself be my witness,” Legolas grated beneath his breath. “I will endure no more of this!”

By his side, Thranduil choked on a sip of wine.

This fic is MAGNIFICENT beoyond all belief. More than the sum of its parts. RIDICULOUSLY hot. And OUTRAGEOUSLY fun. And exactly the RIGHT amount of sweet.

And everyone who ever shipped gigolas should read it.

*screams* KATAJAINEN OH MY GOD THE GORGEOUS REVIEW ALONE WAS ENOUGH TO PUT ME IN ORBIT

AND THEN

I SAW

YOUR TAGS…!!! 

HOLY HANNAH I AM HOWLING

YOU BEAUTIFUL SOUL THANK YOU SO MUCH *hugs and hugs and hUGS*