#no soft pity

[lvioung]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ♡　　⁺　　∿　love　arcade　 ׄ 　♬　 ۪ 　*

[daddldee]

　　　ਏਓ　　ꕀ　　fairy of shampoo　　༄　　˳

[seoyangi]

이미 열려버린 나의 문

그안에 가둬버리고픈 너의 순간

🍡ʕᴗ . ᴗྀིʔ

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

I‘m sorry, but Crow‘s compassion towards the Eliksni and his belief of „They are our people too and they need our help; we will feed them“ in response to the scorn crisis is so endearing. Just his push to ignore xenophobia and take care of refugees with his position of power makes me like him even more now.

(And the way this is an uncommon belief in today‘s time is kinda despairing)

[cwrcent]

　♫ ❤︎　　imaginary

　　　　ㅤㅤ ͟ ͟🍙 ͟ ͟_　　　　𝔣riend ° 。

non capisco, ma ti proteggerò in ogni caso.. 𝄞 🍰

[lucidve]

　　　dont　 you　 think 　we’d 　be 　the 　cutest 　pair ?

[margaretkart]

«Why don't you give in?»

«...»

What a great appeal Vere is. He's a god fallen from grace and like the sneaky fox he is he craves to show his dominance, to have a sense of control in his chained life.

My OC Calyssa who was born, raised and used to a cult as a pawn all her life, being groomed and lied of her nature, trying to find answers about her curse, something to finally break free.

It's interesting that how these two, both metaphorically and physically, desire the same thing of being "free from the chains".

[hopeswriting]

tsuna is the patron saint of the mundane, of the normal and common place, of the average and unimpressive. he's the unshakable believer of that being enough in and of itself, of that being fulfilling and fundamental to achieve happiness. and he's the unyielding protector and defender of the beauty and love and kindness within the ordinary, of the holy and divine and sacred within it, and of them being worth fighting for.

tsuna's the guy who makes the ordinary extraordinary from the sheer way he holds it so very close to his heart like it's the most precious thing in the world, and it's the thing about him i, for one, love him most for

[lvioung]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ♡ ⠀ㅤ ꫶ ⠀⠀Stuck　By　Glueㅤ𓈒 ㅤ ࿐

[gelenka-daria]

Melkor must really break your heart. I know he breaks mine 🥹💔

um, no? did i sound like he did? god. maybe i got a little too wistful for a second. look, i’ll admit there’s something undeniably tragic about him, classic “how the mighty have fallen” stuff, real shakespearean downfall energy. you know the type, all that cosmic potential scorched into ruin like an overbaked soufflé. the kind of “oh, he could’ve had it all if he hadn’t been such a monumental, irredeemable ass” tale. but heartbreak? eeeh.

and anyway, the story’s not even over. as i’ve said before, there’s still a flicker of light at the end of the tunnel for him. it’s microscopic, yes. practically a speck. but it’s there. tolkien was way too catholic to slam the door entirely shut on redemption. nobody’s beyond saving in his universe, not really. that being said, it’s gonna get so much worse before it gets remotely better—see: dagor dagorath, a.k.a. tolkien’s apocalyptic mic drop and melkor’s grand finale, which is less “final redemption” and more “celestial curb stomp.”

i love melkor, i genuinely do. he’s diabolical and compelling and the kind of villain that makes you lock in when he shows up. he’s delicious in that “oh no he’s hot and evil” kind of way. but his downfall wasn’t a sudden crash, it was a slow-motion train wreck of self-inflicted wounds. a long, drawn-out, unintentional act of personal demolition that took the entire world down with it. he had it coming.

like seriously, there is nothing on arda, not one scrap of reality, not one vala, not one elf or man or puff of cloud or blade of grass that doesn’t have melkor-induced ptsd. everything he touched either wept, burned, or mutated into something cursed. the guy is basically the cosmic equivalent of a terrible ex who blew up your house and then gaslit you about it.

if anyone breaks my heart, it’s manwë, and if anyone’s heart was breaking over melkor in the legendarium, it was manwë’s. he’s the quiet tragedy no one wants to talk about because he’s all light and order and goodness and has that “dad of the divine” aesthetic and that’s not as interesting to most people, apparently. but come on, the man is suffering.

imagine it. just for a moment, imagine being manwë, and having to stand there and watch your soulmate (yes, i said soulmate, and no i will not be taking questions at this time) your twin in thought, your earliest memory, your oldest joy, the one you roamed with in the echoing corridors of existence before existence even existed… turn on you. not just disagree with you, but full betrayal. sabotage. devastation on a cosmic scale. he didn’t just walk away, he took everything down with him. everything they built, shattered. the children they were supposed to shepherd and protect, twisted. the light they were meant to spread, swallowed. he pours himself into the very matter of the world until he’s barely a person anymore, just a bitter echo wearing the shape of your brother.

and manwë? he doesn’t stop loving him. he can’t. because it’s melkor and he can’t help but hold on, because melkor loved him once too and still did, in the only twisted, tragic way he was capable of. don’t tell me melkor was out here screaming and cursing manwë’s name to the heavens for millennia because he didn’t care. that kind of hatred only comes from love flipped inside out, mutated by ego and rejection. because at some point, melkor must’ve reached out and said, “come with me. join me.” and manwë, faithful, steadfast, infuriatingly principled manwë, couldn’t, wouldn’t, because he had to stay the course and preserve the light.

but he kept hoping and giving melkor chances. he forgave and forgave, and melkor kept throwing those chances back in his face, like glass shattering on marble. in the end, manwë had to be the one to cast him into the void, to close the door of night on someone who had once been his mirror, his other half. and the worst part? he did it not with vengeance, but with grief. a grief that’s scattered all across the text.

so while everyone else is out here popping divine champagne and throwing confetti because “yay, melkor’s gone!”, manwë is standing there with a hollowed-out chest cavity pretending like he isn’t bleeding light from every seam, smiling for everyone else’s benefit. because who could he talk to? who could possibly understand what it’s like to grieve someone the rest of the world thanks you for defeating?

but he doesn’t break in front of anyone. not before the valar, not in the eyes of the eldar. they need him to be steady and radiant and calm and wise. so he waits until he’s alone, buried in the stillness of his chambers, high in the winds of taniquetil, and that’s when he shatters. quietly. completely.

because you know, you just know, that he would’ve rather had melkor beside him than wander endlessly in the void, if only the brother he once knew, the bright, brilliant being he loved, had even once looked back. but melkor didn’t. pride and ambition and a hunger for dominion devoured him whole. every inch of this tragedy is of his own making. he fed himself a thousand lies across the ages until he believed them.

he told himself manwë abandoned him, looked down on him, feared his power. he convinced himself his pain was righteous, that he deserved more, that he was entitled to arda and everything in it. but deep down, buried in the absolute black of the void, he knew that he had cut off the one person who could, would, have saved him. for pride. for power.

and now he’s alone. forever. and manwë, sweet, stubborn manwë, is left with nothing but memory. a memory that won’t scab over, that bleeds at the edges no matter how many millennia pass. a memory shaped like a brother who chose to burn the world rather than share it.

so yeah. melkor doesn’t break my heart.

manwë does.

[ourfag]

not even remotely qualified to speak on this bc ive never seen him in anything else but i thought when rhys darby sang ���togetherrrr” in that bts clip he had a very nice sweet voice. perfect if, for example, there came a night when ed was so distraught he couldnt do anything but shiver/cry in stede’s arms and desperately needed some kind of deep visceral comfort like, for example, being sung to in a very nice sweet voice

[naughtyflamingo]

I’ll cry if I want to 🍼💧🎈

Inspired by this song ⤵️

[angelkissedface]

la balance de la justice.

[kvt1]

lynx day....

[alligaytorswamp]

i got him initially at like 20-30 soft pity ... i pulled another 10 after getting his light cone for funsies. this is soft pity 10-20. SUNDAY WHAT ARE WE......