the lord of the rings is so honest. so raw. so sincere. so unabashedly from the heart. no snide fourth wall jokes, no attempts to alleviate the heaviness. it is is wholeheartedly earnest in its dedication to portraying hope and love and faith and loyalty and courage, and that is what makes it feel like home to so many of us. it's true to itself. it doesn't pretend to be cool and care less. it cares, a lot, and that is a rare, beautiful thing. it warms our hearts to care for a piece of fiction that was made to care about and be cared about
and we know we aren't going to be punished or ridiculed by the work itself for loving it! no characters killed off cruelly, no plotlines abandoned, no shrugging of shoulders and "well real life is like that. get used to it." we have always needed escapism, and we always will. and middle earth will always be there to escape to
yeah yeah yeah mortifying ordeal of being known and all that but sometimes a friend mentions something about you that you didn’t think was noticeable and it feels like your heart is being cradled in their hands
What I'd give for one of the Cinderella remakes to go into how when you're in an isolated and abusive situation, sometimes you need to be saved and you're not weak if you can't escape by yourself
I've never been a fan of bad faith reinterpretations of fairy tales, especially ones which flatten the originals into "princesses is saved by a prince and nothing else", to then go #girlboss. The princess can save herself because she's a strong female character! (Implying if you're in a bad situation, it's because you're not strong enough to get out)
I'll have y'all know that my favorite figure skater's parents told her that to get a dog she'd have to do well at the Olympics and she went and won the frickin Olympics when she was 15💀
Her: I want a dog
Her mom and dad: Yeah sweetie, do well at the Olympics and we'll see
andrew garfield came on screen and lived his biderman fantasy, manhandled tobey's Spider-man, blurted out I love yous with ain't no hesitations, saved mj and cried about it, threw a peace sign and left after passing one of the purest smiles to his legacy. Iconic behaviour
never learned to raise my hand, was too busy raising hell
[image is a digital drawing of Ekko and Jinx in stylised combat; Ekko is leaping up and swinging a length of pipe over his head, while Jinx is stepping forward and drawing her pistol. their gazes are locked on each other; Ekko is smirking, Jinx grinning manically. an image of Ekko’s pocketwatch hangs behind them and fiery plumes of smoke or dust are kicking up around them.]