High key one of my favourite parts of The Hobbit was Galion. What a legend. I was so excited to see him cast in DoS but I only wish we got more screentime of him lol
Hi, my name is Gideon. I’m 30, black, disabled, queer. I just fled an extremely abusive situation that became very dangerous for me physically and mentally. I’m in a place where I’m much safer, but unfortunately, things are not ideal. I spent everything I have moving here, and now I’m struggling to pay things like phone, food, medication, buying things like a bed and shelves to store my things, and a fridge to be able to store food. I’m pursuing disability, but that will take time, and I need these essentials as soon as possible, especially the fridge. Any help anyone can offer would be highly appreciated. Thank you so much for reading this!
A quick update: In the two weeks since I made this fundraiser, my glasses have broken beyond repair. I’m still wearing them, but I do have to hold them to my face to see anything. I need to get a replacement as soon as possible. Also, I’m running dangerously low on food, and won’t get food assistance until the 1st of the month. Any help would be greatly appreciated, and reblogs would be wonderful! Thank you!
writing tip: don’t tell us your character’s backstory. don’t tell us what your character is thinking. don’t tell us what your character is doing. don’t tell us anything. the reader should simply look at a blank page and be suddenly overcome with emotion.
In such trying times I wanted to share a happy story…
So about a month ago I’m getting back from a break and hear a strange cheeping coming from my boss’s office. I poke my head in and see him staring at a small bird in a cage with a look of consternation.
“A guest brought this to the front office. They found it in the garden and thought it was injured.”
I take a closer look at the bird in question and my heart sinks. It’s a fledgling robin. Someone saw it hopping around learning to fly, assumed it was injured, and essentially kidnapped it.
“Did they say where they found it?” I asked.
“Not really, just somewhere on the green. I think I’m gonna take it to the Nature Center after work.”
But then we talked for a bit and decided to take the little bird out to the green just to see if the parents happened to show up. We set the robin out on the grass near some undergrowth, stepped away, and watched.
At first nothing happened, except a lot of unhappy cries from the fledgling. I played some robin calls on my phone.
Then finally we see an adult robin watching from a nearby tree. It lands and the baby immediately starts hop-sprinting towards the adult. At first the adult stays put, but then it flies away.
Our hearts sink.
And then the adult bird returns with a worm and plops it into the baby’s mouth. I almost applauded.
We watched for a few more minutes as the two parents showered their kidnapped offspring with food. We also posted a sign in the general vicinity warning guests not to kidnap the fledgling birds.
Sometimes things work out. I try to take heart in that, even when it’s little things.
willowfoot 