Partner and I have been rewatching The Two Towers for the first time in a long time.
anyway, one thing that has always been weird for me is Eomer giving Hasufel and Arod to random strangers, just like that. Just giving them away, two horses, to a trio of foreign travelers he just met and had suspected of being spies.
like. what? This is Rohan. Horses are the thing you value above all else, I don’t care if their riders are dead, even if their riders don’t have actual heirs somewhere to whom ownership would pass (or Rohirric inheritance law works differently and ownership has somehow defaulted to their éored’s commander, IDK), you’re still a calvary force planning to see a lot more battle in the near future, chances are high you’re going to end up with horseless riders who’ll need them.
this time I actually processed the fact, though, that Eomer believes they’ve inadvertantly killed two innocents, prisoners of the orcs, the beloved companions of these travelers.
The interaction between Weiss and Ruby in the volume 3 finale is some of the best stuff in the entire series in my opinion. They have such a trust and quiet understanding with one another. The way they reach out for each other.
The way Weiss stands in front of Yang, trying to shield Ruby from seeing her sister in such a way for as long as she possibly can
To Weiss’ immediate insistence on following Ruby into an unknown fight because she refuses to let Ruby go into it alone.
To their final moment where Weiss, a girl who once told Ruby she didn’t belong anywhere near Beacon, told that same girl “you can do this” with such confidence and support.
It’s only my opinion, but I think they have the best partnership in the show. They’ve come so far and reached a point where they bring out the absolute best in one another and if THIS is what they will be like when they reunite and as they go forward - I can’t wait to watch.
When the Mistress
made me she was full of angry things, that’s why so am I.
red threads over skin too tight and she couldn’t turn me, so all the ugliness I
was supposed to hide was out for all to see. Like little crisscrossing scars.
But that’s alright.
up my head a little bit, stitch, stitch stitching. She fixed it as much as she
could, and in the process she found pause.
at me, me, for the first time. And
her eyes and let go of me almost completely, and I thought she would forget
more gentle things in me this time. Not for the sake of the enemies of our Kingdom,
but for mine. So I wouldn’t feel so alone.
Instead of nails
she gave me a hawthorn berry for a heart, and soft, soft cotton.
she brushed her thumb across my cheek and clothed me.
feels no cold.”
she gave me a sword, the only sword,
and I felt special.
send a soldier to war unarmed.”
her lips against my forehead and her warm air filled my head.
“A witch’s kiss
is a blessed thing,” they said.
on the seams of my pepper filled legs and the rosemary in my chest swelled.
Maybe the mint in my cheeks blushed, but just a little bit.
She gave me
hematite so my will would be strong and shiny, and then she whispered it was my
duty to look after the Junglegreen.
all, my brave little soldier.” And before she left she turned and over her
shoulder blew me a final kiss.
This is my
no other soldiers. I’m the one and only. I protect the Junglegreen and the Mistress
day and night. I march between the Pottedplants and am a diplomat with the Faepeople,
I see who can visit the kingdom or not, depending if they’re good at heart.
When the Mistress
made me she didn’t have to love me, but she did.
So what I got from the newest episode of "Watching Sanvers Scenes on Youtube".
Heternormativity really traumatised me and I might never be over it.
I am revealing a tragic and very realistic backstory to you that a lot of our fans can probably identify with.
It would need a lot of screentime to resolve this issue properly.
But we don't get that much screentime because white cis fuckboy needs to fuck the former protagonist of this TV show.
After all, this is a family TV show and we can't tell happy straight ally (TM) families that they are traumatising young queer children.
So gotta go bye!
Some time later.
Yo, Maggie, it's nice that you adressed some issues so the gays can identify with you.
But now it's really time to quickly resolve this because after all this is a family's TV show. And if we really adressed properly that heteronormativity is hurting and traumatising young queer people, we could not really make white cis fuckboy fuck me in another scene of this tv show.
So pls just get your shit together! We need the gays to be happy and distracted from the bullshit we are going to pull.
Some time later.
What is going on, Maggie?
I forgot my personality at home when I put on that dress.
you know, I just realized what bothers me so much about even just the thought of jon kneeling, of giving the north to dany
it’s not the bad writing or the forced romance; it’s not even that sansa would be hated and ridiculed for such a decision, even though she would be
it’s that sansa went through everything for the dream of home - of the north. She was abused and tormented and tortured, physically and emotionally, and all she wanted was to go home
she was told over and over and over that her sole purpose, from the moment her father died, was to be the way another gained entry into the north
that she was just a tool to be used, for someone else to control her home
and here’s jon, giving it to someone. Giving away her home, her freedom, her safety
everything she’s worked for, every soldier she’s welcomed into her home for him; every northern lord she’s convinced to follow jon in his absence; every fire she’s put out, literally and figuratively; every time she’s refused to crown, because it belongs to jon
and he just gives it away
more than that, Robb died trying to free the north from the south; catelyn died trying to free the north from the south. Their blood runs through the country; their sacrifice made it possible for the north to be it’s own, independent kingdom
To all my overachievers who don’t get praise from parents and loved ones anymore because it’s just expected of you to do well: I’m proud that you passed that test, I’m happy you graduated with honors, I love that you try your hardest all the time.
I know sometimes the lack of support and encouragement from those whose opinions matter the most to you can be disheartening, but keep pushing through and being the amazing person you are.
ok so I’m going to leave out stuff that’s Too Obvious, which means a lot of this is niche (to me) or contemporary, and… I recently had a canary on twitter about how much ~*~modern~*~ poetry GETS MY GOAT. I’m reading a lot of New poets/collections this year purely because I… didn’t really read that much contemporary stuff before, and I thought I should branch out. (so far I’m dubious.) so, yes – obviously Plath, Blake, Hughes, Sappho, Eliot, Keats, Shelley, etc. etc. ad nauseum, The Greats, yadda yadda, here’s some others.
so far this year I’ve read (and ENJOYED - I’m not reccing the ones I wasn’t into/thought were pants, soz):
Letters From Medea by Salma Deera
Grief Is the Thing with Feathers by Max Porter
Hold Your Own by Kate Tempest (I actually LOVED this)
Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics
War of the Foxes by Richard Siken (of YOU’RE SITTING IN A CAR WITH A BEAUTIFUL BOY, AND HE WON’T TELL YOU THAT HE LOVES YOU, BUT HE LOVES YOU fame)
I’ve also read and loved:
Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire
The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy by Tim Burton
The Curse of the Vampire’s Socks and Other Doggerel by Terry Jones
Love Poems by Carol Ann Duffy
Let Us Compare Mythologies by Leonard Cohen
my personal 10/10 all-time go-tos are:
Crush by Richard Siken (despite appearing on every single tumblr graphic between 2011 and 2013, it still gets me in the heart guts)
The World’s Wife by Carol Ann Duffy (which I have loved wholeheartedly since I was 17 years old)
pretty much any collection of Great War poetry: Up the Line to Death, Men Who March Away, Lads: Love Poetry of the Trenches (the Great War poets are my favourite. like, of all poetry, ever)
my favourite individual poems, as we’re on the subj, are:
so like. mj always knew that flash was wealthy, you know. he drives a really
fancy car and he wears an expensive watch. his hair is always styled in that…rich
dude way. but she’s never really had to face how wealthy he truly is until she’s
driving deep into the suburbs, surrounded on either side by houses that keep
getting larger and more grandiose.
is in the back just, gawking. “that
house is the size of my apartment building!” “oh my goodness, is that a fountain?” “that car has a rolls royce just
parked in the driveway!” and ned’s
gasping breaths are the soundtrack to their car ride because peter’s phone died
and they don’t know the radio stations this far out of the city.
they finally pull up to his house, there is a large driveway that leads up to
an even larger house. cars are lined up and down the block and they seem some
people from school walking up the driveway. mj parks around the corner and
takes a deep breath. she turns around to look at ned and betty and smiles, “ready?”
she looks back at peter, he has the odd look on his face that she doesn’t
really want to deal with right now. “ready, loser?” she asks him. and before he
can answer, she opens the car door and stretches. when she walks around the car,
peter is waiting for her. “ready as ever.” he answers.
can’t help it so she wraps her arms around his shoulders and he wraps his arm
around her waist. they walk like that to the party, peter snug under her arm
and him pulling her close.
ignores the smug look on ned’s face when he wiggles his eyebrows at her. she
just turns and looks straight ahead, allowing herself to enjoy the feel of his
fingers squeezing at her waist.