Elwing/Eärendil and 41? 🥺
41. ...because the world is saved
The prayer was granted—he had felt the currents of the world assembled and heard them answer yes. Yes, yes, yes: it beat in him. He had been relieved, as though a great burden had fallen from his shoulders, and then he had felt barely anything at all. His feet carried him from diamond street to pearl-strewn shore, still expecting the land beneath to move like a ship’s deck, in waves. Where was Elwing?
Here was another city. If Tirion had called up childhood memories of Gondolin, the shining mirror of a ghost, here was the distant, grander echo of Sirion and home. It was in the adornment of the arches that reminded of Círdan and in the piers with their forest of gleaming masts. The proud curve of the bay was an embrace, until he remembered that it reminded him of nothing: Sirion was no more.
Many voices rose ahead of his steps. These Elves had not gone to the festivities in Valimar: they were immersed in talking, gathered in a lantern-lit square near the water and seated casually clustered about one slight figure.
Her dark hair stood out among them, but he would have known her anywhere. Their eyes met and she was again before him, studying him with steely eyes. Her hands alighted on his hands gently, but firmly. He interlaced their fingers without thinking of it. A moment ago, he had drifted across the littoral, a houseless shade. Now he was solid, and suffused with the news to bursting. He kissed her and tasted salt; his own tears spilling over and down his cheek.
“Yes,” he said. “They said yes.”
Elwing laughed and gripped his hands harder.
“They said yes?”
Leaning up she kissed him.
“Then the world is saved!” She laughed again. She was crying too, a piscine glistening upon her brown face in the silver lantern-light. He released her hands and drew his arms around her. “You have done what your grandfather and all Círdan’s craft could not.”
“We have,” he said.
What a dream it was: here they stood in a dream land, the land of song and stories. They had nothing: they had accomplished everything. Somewhere away through the impossibly high stone arch across the mouth of this harbor, gleaming with mother-of-pearl, were the darkened eastern shores of Middle-earth, and a much smaller arch in a kindred style that jutted out perilously above the Sea.
“I hate them,” Elwing said suddenly. “Is it wrong, that I hate them?”
“No,” Eärendil said, and squeezed her tightly. “I hate them too for not acting earlier. But it is done now. It will be better now. It must be.”
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* ... ╰☆╮ @exilae, ❛ well, it's a weird kind of night. (featuring: jenny humphrey.
it's a gnawing feeling beneath her molars, hungry for the clench of fear. they chitter chatter in the new york winter air, accompanied with rosy cheeks and a snowflake nose, frozen yet twice as glistening in direct (street) light. banished to the sunny grounds of louisiana, where she feels drops of sweat at the nape of her neck no thanks to the usual rush she chases through the streets of manhattan — oh, no, this sweat is thanks to the ridiculous degrees of heat that douse her entire being every time she tries to escape the clutter of her future. sure, she's an avid consumer of the hamptons lifestyle, adores the cherry bourbon slush she orders after every lap in the pool, but there's none of that in new orleans. in new orleans, she has to wear black that allows heat to seep through & focus on avoiding any new threats from the other witch bitches tied to the same fate as her own. but here, on familiar grounds, on her homeland, she feels the concrete under her manolos consume her whole and every atom in her body charge with complete electricity. in accordance to the type of adrenaline she feels rush through her bloodstream when lighting someone on fire with her mind, she feels herself adjust with a tiny spring in her step, coy velvets stretching into a flirty smile.
❛❛ well, i beg to differ. if anything, even you can't ruin this night for me. so tell me, little j', what have you been busy with whilst i've been traipsing in dior all over new orleans? [that's right, pretend you don't have a bounty over your head instead of doubling up on martinis on the weekend over at that school of yours!] still trying to get your hooks into my leftovers? how is nate anyway? ❜❜
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So I rewatched TMNT 2012 cause my brain is fully committed to being obsessed with TMNT and here are my thoughts:
Thankfully it has knocked me out of my month-long writer's block but before I start writing headcanons again (for either series) I want to put my hot takes out there
I don’t hate April
Do I love her? Absolutely not
She’s annoying and impulsive and arrogant and selfish and she can be incredibly one-dimensional at times
But so is the rest of the group
She’s not my favorite character but she’s not my least favorite either
She’s just a teenage girl written by old men so it’s not surprising that a lot of people find her unrealistic
I fucking hate Casey Jones/j
I want to strangle him but I also want to hug him
I want to punch him and sew little pockets into my clothes so I can take him with me everywhere
He’s so stupid and my favorite character
I like Donnie but I skip most scenes with him and April
I chose to ignore the stalker plot-line
In my mind, it’s nonexistent and adds nothing to the story
I treat the whole Karai/Leo thing with the same energy
Because why the fuck did the writers think that was a good idea
Every single relationship was poorly written
April is an aro/ace queen and I will accept no arguments
They should have kept Karai and Leo’s relationship purely platonic
I would have loved to see her become sort of a mentor to Leo but all we got was a disgusting love story that went nowhere and added nothing to the plot
I think we should swap out every “my love interest is actually my sibling?!” plotline with a “my rival/enemy/mentor is actually my sibling?! Fuck yeah!” plotline
Shini and Karai had the most chemistry and I wouldn’t be surprised if they were secretly dating
I lowkey ship Casey with everyone except the girls
But I mainly ship him with Donnie… Don't judge me I love enemies to lovers
Leo is a trans woman, Donnie is nonbinary and uses he/they pronouns, and Mikey and Raph are gender-fluid (no I will not elaborate)
I’m fully convinced that every single person who claimed Raph Donnie and Leo were terrible brothers are only a children
If I see one more person edit depicting Mikey as this helpless victim while the others are these evil abusers I will rip my hair out
Are there moments when Leo/Donnie/Raph hit Mikey when it is unnecessary? Yes
Are there moments when they ignore him when he brings up a good point? Totally
Could I make a 30-minute compilation of the boys insulting Mikey’s intelligence? Absolutely
But I can’t bring up all of that without mentioning the hundreds of times when Mikey is being an asshole
He’ll make fun of Donnie or tease Leo or mess with Raph
Because that’s what siblings do!! (especially younger siblings)
They shove and they tussle and they poke fun
Some of my siblings show affection in a very similar way to Raph (they’re not great with words but they show their love with their actions) so when I see people write shit like “Raph is a terrible brother” it frustrates me to tears
I have this memory that I will always cherish of my older step brothers and sister dragging me into a wresting match that ended with me at the bottom of a dog pile
And I almost cried not because I was in pain but because it was something I had watched them do when I was younger and never participated in because it felt like a “sibling thing”
And they knew this and I knew they were telling me in their own way that no matter what anyone says I’m their little sibling
Splinter is a fantastic master but a terrible father (no I will not take criticism on this take)
I wanted to turn off my laptop every time Shredder came back
Like don’t get me wrong I love a recurring villain as much as the next enby
But he’s so one-dimensional that I tuned him out after season 3
Now I will be rating all the seasons
Season 1: 8/10
In my personal opinion, it’s good
Not outstanding but it’s a good foundation
Season 2: 9/10
I loved this season
I honestly loved the whole conflict between April and the boys
And it introduced my baby/rat bastard
Season 3: ♾️/10
My favorite season out of all of them
I wish they stayed at the farmhouse
Everyone seemed happier there
‘Race with the Demon’ is my favorite episode
‘In dreams’ is my second favorite
Season 4: 7/10
I fell in love with fugitoid
Also, this might seems stupid but half of my enjoyment of this season could be credited to the voice actors
And I also recognized a lot of them so it turned into a fun little game of where’s waldo
I would be listening to an episode and go “doctor who?” “Godbrand??” “Andrias?!” “CASSANDRA JONES!!”
I loved the fact that Karai and Shini were trying to build their own foot clan and make it honorable and I wish they talked about it more
I like Apri’s corruption arc but I feel like they completely swept Donnie’s death under the rug
Like they immediately forgave April even though they watched as she pulled Donnie apart molecule by molecule
Season 5: 0/10
Throw this dumpster fire away
God I hated this season
It felt so random
There was no rhyme or reason
It just feels like they shoved half bakes ideas into a season and expected us to like it
It made my viewing experience incredibly bittersweet
Cause I just watched season after season of amazing episodes to end it with this charcuterie board of half-baked ideas
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