#love really be like that

[lamemaster]

Cannot Not Love (Maglor x Reader)

Pairing: Maglor x Reader

AN: Just wanted to feel that angst before I go slep slep. Really no plot but just angst to appease the mellow gods of Tumblr. This is inspired by a show that I have binged the entire day today :)) So now it's your problem :))))

Summary: "You cannot do this. You cannot continue loving him at this cost. At your cost. You cannot force him to love you."

Warning: Two very depresso people.

"You all claim that this is a scheme," you turn around to face your sisters. Who stare at you with pity in their eyes. "That the Feanorian aims to use me to gain access to a world he left ages ago, but there is nothing there. You claim that he wants to regain his lost status through me." You pause, you try to reign your bubblings frustration, your traitorous thoughts that you would not dare say out loud but all fails.

Your heart has burst open from all the pain that has accumulated for so long."It was me," you tell your sisters. "I sought him, he did not seek me. I did not care for my injured feet, for my family, for my dignity, for my duties when I heard his song. I wandered, looking for him like a crazed elleth. But he…he did not even look at me. He did not care enough to acknowledge my presence," the pain of Maglor's indifference blooms in front of your eyes.

"Even after all this time he did not...he did not look," your hands tangle into your messed up hair. You crouch into yourself. Trying to escape from the thrumming ache in your every pore. You try to escape it to no avail.

"He left. He considers me nothing, not a friend, nor an enemy. I am nothing to him," you support yourself on the chaise. "How could one taking advantage be so uncaring? If he wanted my father's wealth, our status, or even his past he could have used my appreciation for him." You would have let him. You would have given him everything.

But he does not need you. You are not good enough. "It's me. I am the one living in a dream where he cares for me."

You reminisce about the past where you loved him. Hidden deep in your heart, there has always been love. A secret affection for the one whose eyes never met yours. You should stop loving him. You should not care for his songs, his harp, his music, his reserved laughter, his pain but you can't help it. He is a part of you that you cannot abandon.

"Y/N, father would never approve of it. Not with a kin-slayer…" your sister shakes your shoulders as if waking you from a nightmare. "Maglor made a choice similar to the one he made back then. He does not love you, Y/N," her words pierce your heart, and it leaves you gasping for air.

"Think about our parents, us siblings, about yourself. Does our love fall short of his?" Your sister cups your face as she seats you on the chaise. Her hands untangle your fingers from your hair. "You cannot do this. You cannot continue loving him at this cost. At your cost. You cannot force him to love you."

"And what about forcing someone to not love?" Your sisters look ready to argue, but you continue. "Fine, then. I will not leave this room. I will live burning in this prison-like confinement, but neither you, father, nor Maglor can stop me from loving him." You have tried so hard but nothing has stopped you or your heart. The tears in your eyes make it harder to see the world. The noise of your own heartbeat drowns every other sound.

Your aggrieved hiccups and your sobs leave your throat tight and aching. I am not capable of not loving him." It is a confession laid bare in your broken voice. "I...I love him. That's all I can do."

In the end, you are left with a heart that still beats for him, even though you know it may never be reciprocated. You are a captive of your own emotions, bound by a love that refuses to release its hold on you.

In the deep, unfrequented paths of the forest, Maglor finds himself with a harp and a song on his lips. His words blend into lyrics of a creation he does not seek yet he cannot stop. He sings with his eyes closed and rests his back against the grating bark of a tree.

Prancing deers, preening peacocks, nimble squirrels surround him with their own contributions to his song. It is peaceful, and for a fleeting moment, the pull of his oath, the call of the Silmarils, and the weight of guilt from his crimes dissipate into the embrace of nature's harmonies.

Yet, even in his music, there is a secret waiting to be revealed, a temptation lurking within his grasp. An incomplete scenery waiting to be completed by its painter. And when he finally opens his eyes, he finds you.

Standing in front of him, your hands stretched in an elegant posture, your feet moving to the rhythm of his song, your hair flying in the air like a cascade of silk. You dance, not for an audience, but for the pure joy of the moment, and it captivates him.

You pause gracefully when his song comes to an end, your eyes meeting his with an intensity that sends a shiver down his spine. There is something in your gaze that both draws him in and scares him the most.

An emotion so profound that Maglor cannot bring himself to bear it. He has always seen it in your eyes, ever-present, and it lingers even after all that has come to pass. Maybe that is why he cannot bring himself to confront it. He cannot fathom accepting a gift given so selflessly, for he believes he is unworthy of such pure affection.

As the echoes of his music fade, the forest seems to hold its breath, as if anticipating the moment that follows. You step closer to him, the distance between you narrowing with every heartbeat.

There is an unspoken understanding between you, a connection that transcends words. For a moment, time seems to stand still, and the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you.

He knows just the way your dance completes his song, the way his notes complete your steps. You both complete the incomplete in each other. He has known it for the longest time. And you have too.

There is not a single accusation in your eyes. No complaints about his actions, just him. He sees himself. Your delicate gown trails on the forest floor behind you, while your feet bleed onto the soil of Aman.

Blood has followed him here. Into your life. A reminder of his fate. A fate that would follow you. He cannot...the stage of your union with him remains untouched.

Maglor flees from the love that has knocked on his door. As he has done for all of your confessions. Unworthy, he is not worthy of accepting it as he was in the past.

[carouselcometh]

Devastating! Art museum gift shop doesn’t sell prints of specific and unpopular painting that struck a cord with you!

[kavaleyre]

• The Hanged Man •

“Compared to what Falin went through? This is nothing.”

[jell-o101]

I'm ignoring the part of the internet who is going "Oh no" at this.

BUT OMG BOWSER YOU HOPELESS ROMANTIC. YOU LOVE PEACH NO MATTER WHAT SHE TURNS INTO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Bowser really is the type to love you if you became a worm lol

[littlelightfish]

Funny things I found out playing with language setting in Netflix while looking episode 15:

Chilchuck's scream sounds HAUNTED in brazilian portuguese. Give it a try if you can.

In spanish dub, Senshi says: "tocó mis senos de hombre", which means "he touched my man boobs" in Spanish. And I think that's the best dub line one so far.

[itsbrucey]

Big fan of sun motifs in characters not necessarily being about positivity and happiness and how they're so " bright and warm" but instead being about fucking brutal they are.

Radiant. A FORCE of nature that will turn you to ash. That warmth that burns so hot it feels like ice. Piercing yellow and red and white. A character being a Sun because you cannot challenge a Sun without burning alive or taking everything down with them if victorious.

[agentromanoffsir]

neocities guide - why you should build your own html website

do you miss the charm of the 90s/00s web where sites had actual personality instead of the same minimalistic theme? are you feeling drained by social media and the constant corporate monopoly of your data and time? do you want to be excited about the internet again? try neocities!!

what is neocities?

neocities is a free hosting website that lets you build your own html website from scratch, with total creative control. in their own words: "we are tired of living in an online world where people are isolated from each other on boring, generic social networks that don't let us truly express ourselves. it's time we took back our personalities from these sterilized, lifeless, monetized, data mined, monitored addiction machines and let our creativity flourish again."

why should I make my own website?

web3 has been overtaken by capitalism & conformity. websites that once were meant to be fun online social spaces now exist solely to steal your data and sell you things. it sucks!! building a personal site is a great way to express yourself and take control of your online experience.

what would I even put on a website?

the best part about making your own site is that you can do literally whatever the hell you want! focus on a specific subject or make it a wild collection of all your interests. share your art! make a shrine for one of your interests! post a picture of every bird you see when you step outside! make a collection of your favorite blinkies! the world is your oyster !! here are some cool example sites to inspire you: recently updated neocities sites | it can be fun to just look through these and browse people's content! space bar | local interstellar dive bar creature feature | halloween & monsters big gulp supreme peanutbuttaz | personal site dragodiluna linwood | personal site patho grove | personal site

getting started: neocities/html guide

sound interesting? here are some guides to help you get started, especially if you aren't familiar with html/css sadgrl.online webmastery | a fantastic resource for getting started with html & web revival. also has a layout builder that you can use to start with in case starting from scratch is too intimidating web design in 4 minutes | good for learning coding basics w3schools | html tutorials templaterr | demo & html for basic web elements eggramen test pages | css page templates to get started with sadgrl background tiles | bg tiles rivendell background tiles | more free bg tiles

fun stuff to add to your site

want your site to be cool? here's some fun stuff that i've found blinkies-cafe | fantastic blinkie maker! (run by @transbro & @graphics-cafe) gificities | internet archive of 90s/00s web gifs internet bumper stickers | web bumper stickers momg | gif gallery 99 gif shop | 3d gifs 123 guestbook | add a guestbook for people to leave messages cbox | add a live chat box moon phases | track the phases of the moon gifypet | a little clickable page pet adopt a shroom | mushroom page pet tamaNOTchi | virtual pet crossword puzzle | daily crossword imood | track your mood neko | cute cat that chases your mouse pollcode | custom poll maker website hit counter | track how many visitors you have

web revival manifestos & communities

also, there's actually a pretty cool community of people out there who want to bring joy back to the web! melonland project | web project/community celebrating individual & joyful online experiences. Also has an online forum melonland intro to web revival | what is web revival? melonking manifesto | status cafe | share your current status nightfall city | online community onio.cafe | leave a message and enjoy the ambiance sadgrl internet manifesto | yesterweb internet manifesto | sadly defunct, still a great resource reclaiming online social spaces | great manifesto on cultivating your online experience

in conclusion

i want everyone to make a neocities site because it's fun af and i love seeing everyone's weird personal sites that they made outside of the control of capitalism :) say hi to me on neocities

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[junietuesday]

GIRL ITS ALL THE EXACT SAME FACE 😭

[fesenmoon]

no fucking way

[perfectlyripeclementine]

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

[vita-divata]

Finally got the time to fuel my new hyperfixation yippeee <3

[greykolla-art]

Charlie: “I’m so glad my most villain-coded friend is at full power again! 🥰💕”

*throws this to you angst goblins like raw steak* ❤️

(No I will not do a part 2!❤️)

[reasonsforhope]

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

[joycrispy]

Zepotha will never be Goncharov because when it comes down to it, tumblr culture is collaborative, while tiktok culture is merely iterative, and those are not the same thing.

[souldagger]

you'll have one joke post complaining abt old misogynistic scifi blow up and years later you'll still get people reblogging it with tags like "why i don't touch scifi." hey. im at your door with a pile of scifi in my hands. i'll lovingly read ursula k le guin or octavia butler to you aloud myself. let me in let me in please please please please hello