Ok, but like, valinor was “perfect” right? As in no hunger, no diseases, no fighting.
But middle earth? Man, that place has given up trying to be dignified, starvation, disease, war, etc. in most places.
So. When the noldor arrive from yonder shores, especially those born in valinor?
They all almost die bc they do not have the immunity to survive the shock to their immune system due to the dozens of new diseases introduced to them when they step foot on beriliand.
It’s not morgoth that’s the danger, it’s the goddamn germs.
you know that joke writers make about characters having a mind of their own and taking the story that was planned and turning it on its head? i didn’t really get it until i began to write more often and. yeah.
Does anyone else have the problem where you’re writing a scene with Mike and Karen and then all the sudden you’re writing in Karen’s perspective? Like, they were fighting and then all the sudden we’re looking at Mike and he’s pouting and he doesn’t notice it and Karen’s explaining what the hell she’s been thinking for the last four seasons.
We were supposed to be at wills house by now and now Mike’s grounded and Karen’s doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how to make sure her son isn’t getting himself into dangerous situations while still trying to figure out how she can talk to him without him running away. And now Mike’s wearing items of clothing that weren’t there before and she’s noticing them and making decisions based off the fact that his socks don’t belong to him and.
B. I might not do it much to start with, so then anything I did reblog would suddenly by default be the most important and highlighted post on my blog- for a time.
C. Atm I'm just yelling into the void. It would be like fishing for void fish and hanging them on my wall, by comparison. No, wait, that sounds awesome actually.
So Festival Boyfriend is coming mid-late August. His flights booked. And I’m actually really excited. It sucks I have to work most of it but at least I’m wfh a few of those days so we can hang out at lunch and I don’t have to commute.
I’m terrified he’s going to realize I’m not worth all the thought and effort he’s already put into me. But I also want him to realize so he fucks off before I get even more invested.
I told him I’m a little worried I’ll get anxious about the fact that we’ll be eating out a bit even though I’m also using it as an excuse to eat out. He got pretty pissed (not at me) when I mentioned a ‘diet point’ comment TB had made. As much as I don’t want to get my hopes up, I think I actually believe he’ll be able to handle it without being a dick. I mean, he was so fucking sore after Billy Talent but he still walked back and forth with me and very patiently helped me figure out what I’d feel safe eating.
Fuck, I like this guy. I just wish I wasn’t such a colossal fuckup.