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mediumsizedpidegon · 2 years ago
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Imagine: you are Idril and you hate your cousin viscerally and this hate is later justified in every way possible. He is a monster and a traitor and as unlike your belovéd aunt as possible. And he dies, and he does not come to the Halls of Mandos and does not reembody. Perhaps you are horrible for thinking this: but you are glad. You are glad he is gone and unable to return. He was a nightmare who crawled into your stainless city and tore it down when it was least expected. He made your father love him, and then he betrayed him, and you will never forgive nor forget it. Now there is no way he can hurt you, your husband, your son, your people– and there is no one he can betray.
and then your aunt reembodies.
Your aunt reembodies and yes, she died for that monster, but she was blameless for she was forced to marry evil and birth evil and love evil. But now she's reborn without those cobwebs of enchantment and you are prepared for her grief and rage over having been controlled. She will not be the same. But she will be back, at long last.
Except. she comes back and none of these things happen.
She doesn't care that her son is evil and treacherous, more his father's son than hers. She doesn't care. She grieves for your city and in the next breath she wishes for her son's return. So you love your aunt and your aunt loves the creature of your nightmares– the betrayer that nearly killed your son and brought your home to ruin. So you love your aunt but she does not listen when you tell her to let her son go because she never saw–
and so your aunt leaves. and it feels like betrayal. like your cousin ruining your family further from beyond the grave.
she still visits, but no one in the family knows where she lives. She is strange– both the steely eyed aunt you remember and yet sometimes she looks like she has never seen you before. you try to break the enchantment that she must be under to keep looking for your Marred cousin, but there is nothing for you to find. all your trying does is send her into a rage the likes you have only seen once before: when she dragged your father away from following your mother in death for your sake.
you love your aunt, and most days, you are sure your aunt loves you.
but you cannot understand her, and in this you have lost her as surely as when she died.
#tolkien#the silmarillion#aredhel#idril celebrindal#maeglin#our long heritage of heresy#in the heresy verse things are so so complicated between aredhel and idril because neither of their feelings about maeglin are wrong exactl#but maeglin being GONE– nowhere in Arda– is really the straw that breaks the camel's back for aredhel#and all idril is seeing is the maeglin issue which is a significant part of it but there's other shit in there as well on aredhel's end!!#my favorite dynamic for aredhel amongst the nolofinwions is that they love her but on a fundamental level they do not understand her#and she loves them back. so she forgives them for it (mostly) and says nothing of it. she leaves when it gets too much#but she always comes back#except reembodied aredhel has had an entire history created about what happened to her after she left gondolin WITHOUT HER INPUT#and BOY did they get it WRONG#and it is SUFFOCATING#here lies my three defining traits for aredhel: 1) she has been mistranslated her entire life from the very first time her mother held her#and said Irissë meant “Desired Lady” instead “Lady of Desire”/“Lady who Desires”#2) aredhel has little forgiveness and little pity but for those she cares about she will let (minor) mistakes go#(no matter how these little things build up and rot and fester)#and 3) aredhel built the enchantments that hid Gondolin and her craft is threefold: illusions and hunting and always. always. freedom.#apparently no one in her family can understand this. even after thousands of years and her DEATH#and unfortunately for everyone else reembodied aredhel reaches her limit and finally finally snaps#and this looks like it has come out of NOWHERE to the nolofinwions#shit's messy!#<- should be the slogan of Aman#my posts
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vmkhoneyy · 10 months ago
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“Oh how do you stay positive when the world is so awful how can you stay positive when our lives are falling apart-“ SPITE!!!!! ITS SPITE GODDAMN IT!!! REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE ANGRY AT THE WORLD AS A TEENAGER?? THAT KID WAS RIGHT AND YES IT FUCKING SUCKS AND NO, ITS NOT FAIR, SO YOU HAVE TO KEEP TRYING TO MAKE IT FAIR!!!!
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machveil · 1 month ago
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Roommate!Simon Riley that looks at you and his heart squeezes, beats against his chest until it nearly hurts. something about seeing you in the morning makes something click in his brain - your hair messy and a little matted, soft pillow lines on your cheek, eyes half lidded and groggy. it makes him feel off, a sensation that makes his jaw clench. he wants to nip and bite at you, squeeze you, hold you tight and never let go. he’s not familiar with cuteness aggression, hasn’t heard of it and is unfortunately unaware
Roommate!Simon Riley that thinks something is wrong. he likes you so damn much, why does he want to nearly maul you every time he sees you? it gets him worked up when he sees you lounging on the couch in ratty clothes, an old pair of shorts and a stained hoodie. cute. his teeth are itching to just bite at you, fingers twitchy with the need to paw at you. that’s not normal, right? isn’t he supposed to see you and want to hold you gently? act soft and mushy like a normal coupl—? well, you aren’t a couple. he doesn’t know where this is coming from, but he only has one way to work it off
Roommate!Simon Riley that’s been nailing the same punching bag for over an hour. his knuckles are numb at this point, sore and starting to get bruised, but, damnit, he’s still thinking about you. the other gym members are silently avoiding him, eyeing him as he takes another swing at the bag. you looked so adorable eating breakfast, dropping your fork and grumbling— another punch. you looked so charming when you realized you put your left shoe on your right foot— another swing. another connection of his fist to the bag sends it flying, and Simon still wants to smother you lovingly
Roommate!Simon Riley that comes home sweaty and out of breath. he took a shower at the gym, but he decided to run home - took the long way. he hears you laughing, delighted little giggles spilling from your lips. he walks up behind you, looks down at your phone and hums, “What’s tha’?”, he asks. “Aah— it’s a baby hippo! Isn’t she cute? I just want to squeeze her so hard.”, you coo, swiping to another video. squeeze her? “Really? Why’s that?”, he asked, attention drifting towards you. “I dunno, sometimes you just see something cute and want to crush it a little, you know?
Roommate!Simon Riley that does know, and suddenly he feels a little less weird about wanting to squeeze you until you pop, “Yeah, I get it.”
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skellydun · 1 year ago
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who wants to lay on top of me like a weighted blanket and fix me
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cowboysmp3 · 1 year ago
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i have a slightly insane relationship with window curtains/blinds and i need to know if im alone
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time-woods · 1 year ago
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a nighttime routine
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quincybf · 4 months ago
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This is boring! You're boring! YOU ARE SO BORING!
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perish-the-creator · 5 months ago
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Give these four a studio, microphones, and some energon snacks and I'm telling you they'd produce the best Podcast across the whole multiverse.
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lastoneout · 6 months ago
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Sometimes I think I might be a little bit too osha-pilled or whatever because like, as much as it's fun to watch Jenny Nicholson breakdown everything wrong with the Star Wars hotel literally ALL I needed to hear was "there are no windows and if there's a fire you're just supposed to hide in a little closet until rescue workers can get to you" for me to be like "oh cool! this thing is a horrifying nightmare trap and spending two days in it is playing chicken with death!" Like y'all know why it's illegal for bedrooms in houses/apartments to not have a window, right? It's because in the event of a fire, it kills people! The Starcruiser is the Tesla of hotels to me, Disney couldn't pay ME to spend longer than like half an hour in that fucking building and I would have to be within sight of the door at all times.
I am fully convinced the only reason this hotel didn't kill anyone is because it wasn't open long enough for an accident to happen. I won't tell anyone what to do with their lives but Jenny going to that hotel feels like youtubers who rent a Cybertruck to make a video dunking on it, like cool! Nice to see how much it sucks up close!! But you're VERY lucky nothing went wrong.
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lethanfield sleeping arrangements .....
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witch--btch · 6 months ago
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Sleeping positions…
Official Art by Satoru Nii
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ispyspookymansion · 2 years ago
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rystiel · 1 month ago
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stanford has beef with his 17 year old self (he just got over his 40 year grudge this year)
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courtmartialme · 6 months ago
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pregnant riza going through mood swings because i need her to tell roy to kill himself and then cry about it😚😚😚 good thing roy loves her a lot and is having fun getting to see riza being so honest about her feelings whether it is because they didn't have what she wanted at the store or because she said he should die lmao
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flipflopmaster · 3 months ago
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He's tweakin a little bit and looks good doing it.
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acknowledgetheabsurd · 11 months ago
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Ah! I'm suffocating from this longing I have for you.
Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 6, 1950 [#174]
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