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I'm always perplexed when people try to say that Sauron only loves Galadriel as a form of pet... When they are literally being compared / parralled to canonical Tolkien romances / couples. I mean, yes, Sauron's love for Galadriel is toxic, but that doesn't change the fact that he's still in love with her. I mean, the whole symbolism screams romance and not really pet. And yes, Saurondriel is much stronger than just romance. It combines several different forms of feelings and love as well, but that does not prevent the romance category from existing and being the main symbolism between them. I say this because I'm equally annoyed by those who try to say that Sauron only loves Galadriel as a form of pet, and those who try to say that Saurondriel is a love story, but not a romance. As if the romantic aspect made things less strong between them ? WTF ? We need to stop trying to demonize the romantic aspects like that.

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Galadriel

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is it really a haladriel foreplay if it doesnt involve knife play and an intense worshipping from sauron

Anger the Lady Galadriel at your own peril ✓

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u just know they run the pta like the navy

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halbrand: *...in his mouth, stick and all*

celebrimbor: galadriel, why is your tongue purple if you’re eating a blue lollipop?

galadriel: ….

halbrand: *slowly hides red lollipop*

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haladriel meeting on a battlefield on opposing sides.. save me

SAVE MEEE

With her eyes closed, Lady Galadriel seemed peaceful, as if asleep—

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“Would you show me a friendly face, once more?” (more writing below)

It was with the familiar smell of ashes burning her nostrils that Lady Galadriel came to the realisation that there was no fight left in her.

If she closed her eyes, she could feel them— the last flickers of a fire long burning finally leaving her body. As she stood there alone, amid the smoke blackening her sight and a tapestry of bodies she could no longer distinguish at her foot, the yearning for the pale waters of the Sea made itself known at last. She welcomed it with great bitterness.  So this was her end. The daughter of Finarfin was to set sail home, at last. She felt him approach like she always did: a large shadow engulfing soil, corpses and hopes alike, the blade of betrayal still fresh against her skin. She could continue to fight him— she’d done so over and over again, with different faces, different blades, each trying at eroding figments of a once shared kinship to no avail. He would remain Sauron. She would forever be Galadriel. He could not slay her just as she could never rid herself of him in full, and the acceptance of this truth once made her chest cave with grief, right between the puncture points of the crown he’d once pushed against her. “Galadriel,” he greeted her. He considered her curiously. Beneath his helmet, his eyes were glowing embers, nothing like his—witnessing the change in Galadriel, no doubt. She had never given up on an opportunity to deal a blow before, and there he stood before her, tendrils of his armour reaching to her like a black flame, yet she was not moving. He took a cautious step forward. “Are you not going to fight me, today?” She stared blankly at him—through him, through what once was, what could be, what would be. “Would you show me a friendly face, once more?” She asked instead. Tired. She was so tired. As she let her head fall against his shoulder, he stood very still. “I would,” he simply said, southern vowels scraping against his throat, low, barely loud enough for her elf ears to hear. Against all odds, he had granted her her request. Stubble scratched the side of her head as a hand gingerly held the back of her neck, and she allowed herself to feel the solace of his embrace, just this once.

She had started to diminish the day they had met, after all.

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every so often i come onto this app and get violently served with the most heart wrenching thing i've ever read

You know what, it's probably true that "Sauron's not in love with Galadriel". Being "in love" is when you can't think of the other without giggling and kicking your feet. Being in love is having butterflies in the stomach every time you think of your crush, and waiting by the telephone for them to call you. Being in love is counting the days before your next meeting, and being anxious at the idea that your crush doesn't love you as much as you love them. Being in love may pass, someday. Then you meet someone else, and it happens again.

But Sauron doesn't feel this way about Galadriel. "Being in love" is a too earthly denomination to describe how he feels about her.

What he feels is way more intense than that. Sauron sees Galadriel as the only person who can bring light into the darkness of his soul. He doesn't just want to spend time with her ; what he wants is their souls to merge so she can be always with him, now and forever. His love is tainted by darkness, it's highly possessive, and obsessive. He wants her for himself and him alone, so much he'd rather snuff out the light that's in her and that drew him to her in the first place, than risking losing her forever and spending another day without her. He wants her to be irrevocably bound to him, even if it's in darkness.

From the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew he wanted her to be his, and him hers. He wants her to understand him, see him, and the simple idea of her rejection causes him to almost ruin the plans he took so much time to build. He almost kills a man and ends up in jail, because this man reflected his own fear to be rejected by Galadriel. He doesn't bear being far away from her and seeks her reflection in a strand of hair belonging to a woman he doesn't care for. Instead of taking the ring he wants so much, he ends up losing it because even while force bonding Galadriel to him, he still seeks her approval. He still wants her to see him, to believe in him and his purpose. When he loses her again, he's still looking for her, looking after her through the bond he created between them.

What Sauron feels for Galadriel is not a mere crush, it will never pass, not even in thousands of years. He never felt like this before, and he never will again, with anyone else. And because he will never be able to satisfy this greed, what he feels for her will keep consuming him as much as his hunger for power, maybe even more.

Sauron's not "in love" with Galadriel, no. There's probably no human word or expression to put on what he feels for her. It's tragic, it's dark, but it's also beautiful. And it's undying.

Hope that helps.

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sauron doesn't just covet galadriel's light, he worships it. and his sole greatest mission would have became to bring all middle-earth to its knees to worship the light of its queen, like it's worshiped by sauron himself.

galadriel is sauron's god.

the god that he violently pierces with his crown and binds to himself by guilt when she rejects him, as his worship is selfish and cruel.

the only god who could replace the other - morgoth. it was not adar alone who saw galadriel as morgoth's successor. sauron sees that the only way for him to be free of morgoth's darkness is to bind himself to galadriel's light.

he doesn't want her as a trophy, he doesn't want to tame her, deep down, he doesn't even want her to simply be his equal.

he wants her to willingly become his master, his god. yet, when she resists, he pins her and pierces her with the crown (=the proposal/power), leaving her no choice as he penetrates her flesh with his offering, keeps pushing in as he tells her he wants her as his queen to worship, a soft expression turning into the desire to devour. if she doesn't hold his leash, he will eat her whole. if she doesn't accept his submission, he will ravage her as a means of binding in his desperation. if she doesn't bind him to her light, he will bind her to his darkness by marking her with morgoth's crown. his yearning knows no boundaries.

and he won't ever stop holding onto their connection, groping for a taste of her light, the light that will always overshadow all of his creations, the creations that won't ever quench his thirst for her light.

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Daniel, I have found your Raya profile. You will delete your Raya profile at once or I’m killing myself. Don’t you see there is nothing for you now but me. I’ve swiped right, so they say, on eternity with you. And I intend to collect. Yes, Grindr is fine, beloved.

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I headcanon Lestat proposing to Louis with a new ring every single time they get back together. Louis has about ten rings and they're all different and bigger than the last. He deserves every single one btw.

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when u tell mon cher that it’s ok to fuck other guys but then u hear their hearts dancing

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more lestat sketches 🩸💫

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Lestat calling New Orleans “the wilderness” versus Dreamstat calling Claudia “the wilderness that is our daughter” versus Lestat calling himself New Orleans “I am she, she is me”

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and when lestat's pre-stage ritual involves looking at a picture of claudia in his locket then what??? THEN WHAT???

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Unholy family

Louis and Lestat are being the worst parents possible as always, baby Claudia just wants to sleep!!!!

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