I Had To Put My Hand Over My Mouth To Stop Myself From Laughing While In Line For A Coffee, This Is Horrid

A little slice of a fic im working on

Post the Battle. It’s a nobody dies/everyone lives, Dw I wouldn’t hurt you all like that.

“How are you feeling, my boy?” Bilbo asked after a drawn out pause.

“Fucking terrible,” Kili groaned, his voice labored and raspy as though he wasn’t getting quit enough air, “Like I've been run over by an oliphant.”

“I'll bet… oh my bravest boys,” Bilbo heaved himself onto the bed edge and wrapped his arms around the raven-haired Durin son, “I was so scared. I thought I had lost all of you. Please don't ever scare me like this again. My heart can't take it, Kili, it really can't.” He wept.

Kili did his best to hug the hobbit to his side, his bruised fingers curling against the back of bilbos coat, the dwarfs somber expression made him look so much like his uncle that Bilbos' heart clenched painfully, and he hiccuped, holding the boy's bruised face in his hands “I am so proud of you” he kissed Kilis forehead.

Kili bumped his forehead against Bilbo’s in response, and they held there, sharing breath for a moment, eyes closed before Bilbo pulled away, gently pushing the boy's hair back out of his face. When Kili's eyes finally opened, they were glassy with tears.

“Please rest, my brave boys.” He reached down and pushed the hair out of Fili's sleeping face. They both suddenly looked so small in his eyes, so wounded and afraid.. it aches Bilbos heart, made his throat painful and tight and his eyes sting.

Kili sunk into the bed with a wince and rested his head against his brothers. Bilbo helped cover them up to their chests with a heavy fur blanket and kissed them again on the forehead, vowing to return as soon as they asked. Kili nodded, closing his eyes

There is no frustration like sawing a highly conductive metal and having it basically turn into glue as the friction heat softens it, trapping your LAST saw blade.

Dude I just wanna make my fork.

Something to say when someone says something really super:

“Oh god the canary is dead, everyone get out”

I am admittedly, not good at drawing people.,

I can how ever draw the hell out of a dragon. Or.. a drake in this case? Agh semantics, they all breath fire and eat naughty children aye? (Or at least that’s what I tell my niece)

Can i reblog this 7 trillion times? This is the cutestestest thing ever. (No composure. I just woke up)

More family shenanigans...

Can I stop to tell you guys about my pet peeve?

When artists draw people cleaning a blade with the blade facing in towards their palm. You can clean it safely from the spine and you should. That cloth will not protect you from basically severing your thumb. Trust me.

Thorin Oakenshield without a tummy is like an angel without its wings

Why is writing so hard. I know what I want to show you guys but WORDS!!!

Silly little doodle I did a while ago. I image the snow reflecting off the mountains in Erebor has Bilbo squinting like crazy and he looks like he’s mean mugging everyone

If there’s one thing that motivates me to draw it’s my dumb ass art from two/three years ago.

I really thought I ate with that first one.