I hadn’t heard of it until I saw the parody here on tumblr, actually! I laughed my ass off. DWARF PARTAY.
(I appreciate that Gloin a helluva lot, just sayin)
Tag: alcohol mention
Here we go, handwritey shenanigans! I was tagged by the lovely poplitealqueen. tbh my handwriting changes every damn day. Like Anne of Green Gables, I need ‘exactly the right kind of pen’.
Apparently I cannot count to 5 (I got a bit tag-happy I expect), so here we go notanightlight, aviva0017, flamesburnonthemountainside, fishfingersandscarves, renioferebor, justatouchofgoldsickness.
*jazz hands* ta daaaaah!
Alris has found so many people passed out in her living room after going drinking with Bofur. It got much worse after Erebor was reclaimed. It wasn’t just Bofur’s mining/pub buddies, but the famous, the wealthy, the enormously talented. The crowning event – when Bofur brought Dain and Bard home at three in the morning after a long drinking sesh after a meeting. She found out about this when toddler Alfur told her that he had tripped on the nice tusky fellow and had thrown up on the stretchy man
PFFFTHAHAHAHAHA
(but where did they get a traffic cone)
Thrain and Nain being massively drunk and just soppily going on about how proud they are of their kids. It’s endearing, once you get past the ale reek.
AUGH CUTIES. YES.
GDI, DETS! I don’t know how you manage to do it, but you made me cry and laugh in the same bloody sentence! *flails* So much to love about this chapter. Thank you for ending it on such a happy note in the midst of so much death and sorrow.
*HUGS*
Thank you, Nonnie, thank you so so SO much, I’m thrilled you enjoyed (is that the right word?) it.
That’s the idea… there’s hope. There’s new life in the midst of all this terrible, terrible loss.
imagine how drunk Bombur and Dain are about to get in the Halls together
Mandos and Aule sitting around chatting about all their dead tenants. Mandos keeps complaining about how Feanor keeps charring the carpets b/c he won’t hover his whole disembodied-flame thing high enough off the ground.
LOL, Valar having cathartic bitch-sessions over a drink (or nine, hahaha!)
“…won’t stop burning stuff, I swear to Eru, I’m going to have to resurface everything with fireproof material and install showers in all the ceilings.”
“Try gypsum, it’ll cut down on the damage. And ugh, I feel your pain, I’ve got one that trashes his room on a regular basis.”
“Don’t suppose you’d lend me some of your little guys? Resurfacing the whole of the Halls is going to take a lot of work….”
“Nah, they’re all watching Middle-Earth and taking bets on the outcome. They’re absolutely obsessed. Also, I’m not sure that adding Dwarves to the situation would cut down on all the uh, inflammatory incidents.”
“Fair point.”
There is this cis, straight, white man from an upper middle class background who I work with, and every time someone says something he doesn’t like or doesn’t agree with, he says they’re ridiculous, or silly, or stupid, or emotional, or his favorite, irrational. Incidentally, the only other cis, straight, white man in our workplace is the boss, who never tells him to stop, or that he’s being inappropriate. When he acts up at work, if I can get away with it, I read your blog for comfort.
*hugs and hugs and hugs* Ahhhh, Nonnie – I feel for you so much right now!! People like that are just SO draining to be around, *hugs you some more*. I wish I could sit down with you with a glass of wine and you could just let it all out at me. It’s so tiring to fight constantly to be heard, and even more tiring to be angry and frustrated constantly – and then told you’re being irrational for being angry and frustrated.
God, that’s the most dismissive and infuriating term: ‘irrational’. Because if he can dismiss what you are saying as ‘irrational’ just because he doesn’t like it, it means he is never forced to think about it. And so his bubble of hubris, ignorance and privilege remains unpopped.
I am really, really glad that my blog can provide you an escape from that. I hope things improve for you at work. *more hugs* May he sit on a tack. And may your hard work be recognised by your boss, and you get an unexpected raise. *even more hugs*
https://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/determamfidd/118771578183/tumblr_no860miZOR1smmmbg?plead=please-dont-download-this-or-our-lawyers-wont-let-us-host-audio
https://determamfidd.tumblr.com/post/118771578183/audio_player_iframe/determamfidd/tumblr_no860miZOR1smmmbg?audio_file=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fdetermamfidd%2F118771578183%2Ftumblr_no860miZOR1smmmbg
The Auzgul was originally from thebrodiecode, and I couldn’t resist joining in the fun, especially when determamfidd came up with some more lines here.
So yeah, none of this was my original idea, I’m just playing with it.
STRIKE ME PINK THE AUZGUL RETURNETH
YOU BLOODY RIPPER, THUDDY! this is fuckin grouse, mate! Yeah, nah, this is tops. 😉
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the deadset ledge that is the AUZGUL
idk, someone just came of drinking age
(aka legolas and gimli are completely shitfaced and aragorn is designated driver and thus granted the crown of burger king)
At some point, Bofur made nutcracker-versions of the now-famous Dwalin doll. Bilbo got one for Yule one year and laughed himself sick. The dolls are /especially/ scowly. Dis keeps one in her apartments and uses it regularly to get kids to eat green foods.
OH MY GOODNESS NONNIE, that is SO CUTE
Orla absolutely bought one. She absolutely did. She makes it ‘talk’ back at Dwalin, her face impassive as always but her eyes dancing.
(I can imagine Bilbo using his to unstopper particularly stubborn wine-bottles, ha)
Aw Yiss 