"The Hobbit: THESE FUCKING ASSHOLES."
Jan. 15th, 2013 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brilligspoonsI NEED A DO-OVER FOR TODAY. ACTUALLY FOR MY WHOLE LIFE. AAAHHHHHHH. But whatever, let's ignore the problem for now.
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metonymy and I saw The Hobbit together (my third time! I am probably going to see it again on Friday! Look, I need to see it at least five times, because that's how many times I saw the other LOTR movies in theaters). I have a lot of dwarf-related feelings. Uh, mostly that they're a bunch of endearingly idiotic people, but also about them wanting to reclaim their home and no one being willing to help them except this totally unimportant hobbit who didn't even want to go in the first place. I may have spent a lot of time rocking back and forth in bed last night over this.
So, you know. In addition to work being all weird today, I'm getting beaten with the feelings stick. Pretty sure my feel-o-meter is at a solid 9, at least.
And I'm still poking at the coffee shop AU because of reasons.
Bilbo Baggins begrudgingly realizes that as the owner of one of two coffee shops in a college town, there are some concessions he has to make about the way he runs his business. Wireless internet and plush armchairs and decent, sturdy tables all make their way into Bag End Brews over the course of a few years, and only because those at least provide the added benefit of giving Bilbo enough space to work on the maps he creates as a side job. He draws the line at offering froufrou foodstuffs and specialty teas, though, and he burned the suggestion box when someone left a comment about flavor shots, of all things.
Hiring additional help during the busy school year, however, is an evil that Bilbo would rather never have to go through, ever.
Fili and Kili Durin (born exactly one year apart and inseparable ever since, as they're extremely fond of telling everyone they meet) are basically Bilbo's nightmares realized. They're loud and sneaky and invasive and absurdly intelligent, and it's a cruel trick of the universe on Bilbo that they're hardworking and loyal to a fault as well. By the end of the second semester they work for him, he finds himself almost (almost, mind you) fond of them.
"So you'll be buying a milk steamer over the summer, right?" Fili asks when they drop by to collect their last paycheck before they leave for home. "Kili found some good latte recipes on the internet, and -"
"No," Bilbo says firmly. "Have a good summer!"
He shuts the door in Fili's face. Later that night, he feels a little bit guilty about doing so, but that fades by morning.
Of course the first thing Kili notices when he and Fili come back at the end of August is the shiny new steamer sitting on the counter off to the side. Bilbo hunches over his desk in the back room and pretends not to listen in when they start cheering and poking and prodding at the wretched thing.
"It steams milk," he mutters. "It's not like it's performing miracles and curing the sick."
Hmph.
Last night
metonymy and I saw The Hobbit together (my third time! I am probably going to see it again on Friday! Look, I need to see it at least five times, because that's how many times I saw the other LOTR movies in theaters). I have a lot of dwarf-related feelings. Uh, mostly that they're a bunch of endearingly idiotic people, but also about them wanting to reclaim their home and no one being willing to help them except this totally unimportant hobbit who didn't even want to go in the first place. I may have spent a lot of time rocking back and forth in bed last night over this.So, you know. In addition to work being all weird today, I'm getting beaten with the feelings stick. Pretty sure my feel-o-meter is at a solid 9, at least.
And I'm still poking at the coffee shop AU because of reasons.
Bilbo Baggins begrudgingly realizes that as the owner of one of two coffee shops in a college town, there are some concessions he has to make about the way he runs his business. Wireless internet and plush armchairs and decent, sturdy tables all make their way into Bag End Brews over the course of a few years, and only because those at least provide the added benefit of giving Bilbo enough space to work on the maps he creates as a side job. He draws the line at offering froufrou foodstuffs and specialty teas, though, and he burned the suggestion box when someone left a comment about flavor shots, of all things.
Hiring additional help during the busy school year, however, is an evil that Bilbo would rather never have to go through, ever.
Fili and Kili Durin (born exactly one year apart and inseparable ever since, as they're extremely fond of telling everyone they meet) are basically Bilbo's nightmares realized. They're loud and sneaky and invasive and absurdly intelligent, and it's a cruel trick of the universe on Bilbo that they're hardworking and loyal to a fault as well. By the end of the second semester they work for him, he finds himself almost (almost, mind you) fond of them.
"So you'll be buying a milk steamer over the summer, right?" Fili asks when they drop by to collect their last paycheck before they leave for home. "Kili found some good latte recipes on the internet, and -"
"No," Bilbo says firmly. "Have a good summer!"
He shuts the door in Fili's face. Later that night, he feels a little bit guilty about doing so, but that fades by morning.
Of course the first thing Kili notices when he and Fili come back at the end of August is the shiny new steamer sitting on the counter off to the side. Bilbo hunches over his desk in the back room and pretends not to listen in when they start cheering and poking and prodding at the wretched thing.
"It steams milk," he mutters. "It's not like it's performing miracles and curing the sick."
Hmph.
