Out of curiosity, how do you, personally, differentiate bisexuality and pansexuality? Like, I identify as pan b/c I like how it includes all genders. Which, I think you can totally be attracted to all genders if you’re bi, but I like how saying you’re pansexual starts up the conversation of, “Wait, there are more than two genders?? Cool!!” Well, and I identify more with it than with bisexuality, so, there is that. I’d love to hear any opinions you might have on the subject! :)

Hey Nonnie!

Welp, as you mentioned, this is a personal identification. And so others will not necessarily use this same definition.

I think of bisexuality as = attraction to same gender + other genders. And of pansexuality as attraction to all genders? I guess. there is overlap, obviously.

So, same gender, for me, is those who identify as women. But I can and have also been attracted in the past to those who identify as men, and those who are nonbinary, agender or genderfluid. It’s not an either/or thing for me.

I use the word ‘bisexual’ rather than ‘pansexual’ because that word has been a part of me for so long now. It really is very enmeshed with my identity – as me. All the bits of me that very much inform my sense of who I am: white, cis, female, Australian, musician, dork, bisexual.

I like that conversation myself!! I try to bring it up when I can. It’s a good one to have!

I have seen? An argument somewhere/somewhen that said something along the lines of ‘people identify as bisexual until they know better/have learned more, and then they know to call themselves pansexual’. That honestly may be the case for many, but not for me. I learned to understand myself a long time ago, I have made the word ‘bisexual’ part of me 15 years ago. I have been ‘bi’ for nearly half my life. So to dismiss the word I use to describe a massive part of my sense of self as ‘unlearned’ is a bit hurtful, tbh?

Aaaaanyway, there’s a bit of a rambly answer, Nonnie! I hope it helps you. Basically, I think the word you use will have its own meaning, interpretation and impact upon your identity and interactions – that’s why we choose them, I guess! Be it bisexuality or pansexuality, the choice to name that aspect of yourself is totally up to you and how you feel. Like they say: you’re the only expert on your feelings!

Aragorn continuing to be 200% done over Eomer and Gimli’s Areen/Galadriel argument. Because they totally keep it up for years, long after they’re both married. Eomer’s wife joins Aragorm for a slightly fed-up eye roll.

“Do we have to?” That was not a very dignified tone coming from the King of the Reunited Kingdom. Arwen sat up in bed and poked his shoulder. 

“They’d be heartbroken to miss out on Eldarion’s 30th birthday, they should be here. And you’d miss them too.”

“But Eomer’s coming,” Aragorn grumbled into his pillow, and Arwen winced. 

“Yes, I know,” she said, sighing. “Another bout of posturing over Grandmother and myself. Just ignore it.”

“Easier said than done,” Aragorn muttered.

“Give me a drink.”

“Hello Lothíriel,” said Aragorn gloomily. “Have they started already?”

“We met them on the road yesterday,” said the Princess of Dol Amroth, snatching the glass from his hand and pouring herself a generous measure. “I like them well enough, but really-!”

As she took a large gulp, voices could be heard in the courtyard, jocular and teasing.

“…go for my axe, I should show you, you thickheaded wheatfield -”

“…reach my neck, shorty! Can you even see their faces well enough to make a judgement?…”

“You find beauty in a horse’s rump! As though you’ve any taste at all!”

Lothíriel pinched the bridge of her nose.

Aragorn patted her shoulder. “Have another one. It helps,” he advised.

Legolas looked miffed when he returned to their room. 

“Love, are you well?” Gimli asked, frowning. It wasn’t all that pleasant to be so much closer to the sea, after all…

Legolas’ nostrils flared. Then he pushed Gimli back onto the bed and fixed him with an unnerving Elven stare. “Do I have to remind you again,” he said dangerously, “which Elf to give your compliments to?”

Gimli blinked.

Then he innocently tipped his head. “Perhaps you ought to jog my memory, eh?”

Legolas growled at him, before proceeding to do exactly that.

(Much, much later:) 

“Obstinate Dwarf,” Legolas said, sleepy and sated.

Gimli grinned into the dark. Works every time.

“Fíli had never actually had the chance to wear [the beads and braids of the Crown Prince].” Do you sometimes just sit and have overwhelming King Fili feels *stitches heart back into chest*

AUGH. 

Yes. *wibbles* He would have been so wonderful. Not that Dain wasn’t incredible, and I believe wholeheartedly that he was the best possible King Erebor could have had during the Ring War… but Fili didn’t even get a chance to find out what kind of leader he would be. NNNNGH.

Stupid Dwarves, breaking my heart.

For the anon who’s interested in history – I’m a former history major, matriculated in 2013. I’m not gonna give some long story, but here’s a list of the jobs that a few of my classmates and I have found ourselves doing: teacher, business consultant, foreign affairs analyst, diplomat, journalist, freelance researcher, national internal security analyst, international relations for a major airline company, banker, librarian, funeral director, politician… plus lots of graduate fields.

(history anon again) The short of it is that for history, at a collegiate level, it’s NOT about learning the facts. You should already know the facts. What you are learning will not be history, it will be how to WRITE history. How it’s compiled and put together and sourced and reviewed. When people hire you it isn’t for your knowledge on such and such a battle, it’s because you’re able to put together coherent essays and brilliant analysis from shitty sources and explain how you got there.

Absolutely – your skills will be transferable in all directions, Graduate!Nonnie. 

Thank you History Anon!

Gimli continues the tradition of dolls of awesome family members to all of his human friends. Aragorn and Arwen’s kids get some sweet-ass dolls (Isildur, Galadriel, Elrond, etc). Faramir & Eowyn’s kids and Eomer and Lothiriel’s kids get a lot of the same ones – Boromirs and Theodens (+ Snowmane), Cirion and Eorl dolls, various other cool Kings & Stewards. Unsurprisingly, no Denethor doll. Also feat. many Mearas horses – Elfwine’s Eomer/Firefoot set is poseable and they can ride together.

HORSES YES HORSE DOLLS

(Freda gets ALL OF THEM, and makes ‘clip clop’ noises as she gallops them all over her long-suffering brother)

❤ I love these a lot, Nonnie, ahhhh!

I’m imagining the Stonehelm making sweets very seriously to impress his lady love. Mixing ingredients with Dwarven precision. Making sure that it all looks attractive (the icing was applied with mathematical precision). He also takes her sweet tea and lemonade so she can have a cold drink on a hot summer day.

*clutches heart* *keels over* what a sweetheart!

Oh, a thought! Thorin Stonehelm would (very nervously) talk to Bomfris’ brother Barur – even though he’s royalty, Barur Stonebelly is NOT one to approach lightly when he’s in his kitchen! – and ask for a little help, perhaps a few pointers in the right direction? Please?

Barur would purse his lips and grunt. “Right, stand there, mix that,” he would command.

And that’s how the Crown Prince of Erebor ended up with icing in his eyebrows.