I just realized that, I think, Eärendil named his ship after his wife?
Elwing means "star-foam" in Sindarin. That latter root in Quenya is wingë (combining form wingi-), the first element of Wingilótë "Foam-flower" (which later shifts to Vingilot), and then "flower" is an obvious feminine element.
So Eärendil voyaged far from home without his wife, but he named his ship after her so she'd kinda always be with him... and then she did join him at sea, under the most tragic circumstances they could imagine.
But then together, against all odds, they succeed. And while Elwing can't join him on his voyages through the stars, his new ship of mithril and of elven-glass is also named after her, so she's still kinda with him.
The semi-rewatch of the s3 finale validated my past self's affection for Lucy Saxon
Every single new who showrunner, RTD included, repeatedly: Check out this character who is a dark mirror of the Doctor!
RTD, his brain huge: Yes yes but how about we give them a dark mirror of a companion?
i think i've finally reached the extremely esoteric, difficult-to-understand, hyper-metaphorical and weird part of Pathologic. Thing is, it's all the way on day 10, so wtf are people who've only played half of day 1 complaining about
Man oni can't do this to me I'm supposed to be preparing for artfight but all I can think abt is Them™ from the second I wake up to the moment I go to bed how am I supposed to prepare in these circumstances 😔
by gods, for all that i fucking hated the second half of season 9 and had been hating Fiona's characterization since season 5 basically, her leaving doesn't get easier even if you watch the scenes 50 fucking times
For a moment I genuinely thought there was a character named William Honkai and I accidentally gaslighted myself into thinking I forgot jdnxksnsksns
Huhuuu I haven't been updated in honkai in a while, but I've seen ads. Ig it's another summer event???
Also, the return of the jimjams aksjsdkk
lmao I'm so sorry for the confusion, I'm not any better tho, I spent like an hour trying to find a name for him on the wiki before I gave up and called him that 💀
I am still just as far behind on the story as ever lol I've played a bit of the newest event just so I could get Polite Pow Pow Punch (arguably in the top 10 names for Kalpas)
I say return of the jimjams like I'm not forcing them into every fic lmao I swear it's not on purpose
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