I need some help y'all!
Since a lot of the blogs I used to follow have been inactive for years, I'd like to revitalize my dashboard. So I'm looking for new blogs to follow!
I'd be much obliged if y'all dropped some blog recommendations my way or like/reblog this if you post about any of the following fandoms:
Reylo
Loki and/or Sylki
Willow (particularly the show) & Graylora
Star Trek (all of it but especially Voyager and the new shows)
Rogue One/Andor/Rebelcaptain
Lost in Space 2018 (kinda niche I know but it's been a hyperfixation on/off)
Lord of the Rings/Hobbit/Rings of Power
Zutara
Nashuri
Sherlolly
Snowbaird/The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes
Thank you 💖
[Edited to add this psa that I realized I should've had in the first place: This is a pro-palestine blog. I stand firmly against the genocides occurring in Gaza, Sudan, and Congo and do not tolerate islamophobia, antisemitism, or zionism.]
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I'm talking to the intersection of people who like Lord the of Rings and Star Wars.
The sequence in episode 8 of the Rings of Power where Sauron is asking Galadriel to join him reminded me a lot of a Star Wars scene.
And it's not this one
Or this one
No it reminds me of this one
Because in my opinion, just like Ahsoka, Galadriel was considering Sauron’s offer, if only for a second.
Each pair have similar goals that drawn them together, Maul and Ahsoka with wanting to throw down Darth Sidious and Galadriel and Sauron with wanting to heal and save Middle-Earth.
But what ultimately makes Ahsoka and Galadriel say no is that they will not try to save their worlds at the cost of making another tyrant or becoming one themselves.
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BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. BROKEN GLASS.
He looked into his Mirror of Secrets. He coined them just now, when he sensed in his Power that Galadriel had created similar ones. She-Elf wove them from the magic of Light, of course. He created his from Darkness, from black magic. It allowed them to learn each other's secrets. Thoughts. Or at least some of them...
'Show her to me! Show me the Beauty!'
He saw her face. Flashbacks. At first she smiled gently, even coquettishly.
He saw himself from the past when he confessed his love to her. In his own way, indirectly. Without the trivial <I love you.>
He had never felt so open as he did in the forest, with her. So...defenseless. He almost ran out of words to express the storm that was raging in his heart, tearing his soul apart. He tried his best to control himself, but his voice was shaking slightly. He hoped she wouldn't notice. He was wrong.
"Fighting at your side I... I felt... if I could just hold onto that feeling, keep it with me always, bind it to my very being then I...'
'I felt it too,' she admitted.
He had never had such a strong bond with any living being, before or since. Even with Morgoth, his beloved Lord, whom he worshiped as his personal God.
Suddenly her face, so radiant, confident and pure, changed expression. Galadriel's features darkened with rage. Her lips twisted into a merciless grimace, as if she felt the utmost contempt. Galadriel's beautiful face that says straight:
'I HATE YOU. I DESPISE YOU! WE WILL NEVER BE TOGETHER. I WILL NEVER BE YOURS. FORGET IT. NO NO NO. NEVER!'
Now his face was gripped by the anvils of grief. The pain was overwhelming, unbearable. Sauron rested his hands on the mithril's altar. Flames of fire flared in his eyes. The madness.
Mithril...The hardest metal in the universe that no one can break. The muscles in his face tightened more and more. He increased the pressure and then...The altar broke like a splinter breaks. A hiss, a howl, like a mortally wounded animal, came out of his mouth. A wounded beast.
For always...For as long as I can remember... For millions of years... This world has been telling me NO. NOW I SAY NO TO THIS FUCKING WORLD. LET IT BURN, LET IT BURN. I DON'T WANT IT TO EXIST. A WORLD THAT DENIES EVERYTHING TO ME EVERY TIME HAS NO RIGHT TO EXIST. I'M TAKING IT BACK FROM HIM.
I WILL BUILD A NEW, BETTER.
He thought he heard her voice again. He reached for the mirror one last time.
'I will NEVER be on your side. Don't EVEN dream about it. It's a dead dream, just as dead as you. MONSTER!'
Sauron cursed all life in existence at that moment. Fire, water, earth, plants and air.
'LET IT BE SO. I WILL BRING DEATH TO ARDA. DIE.'
The glass in the magical mirror forged from dark magic shattered as soon as the Dark Lord looked at it again. Pieces of the glass were scattered in all directions. One fragment lodged in his eye, leaving a tiny, indelible mark.
MARKED. FOREVER CURSED.
Both his eyes burned red.
The Dark Lord execrated terribly in the dark speech.
No one saw the one, pearly tear fall from his eye.
'All is lost.'
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