wish fulfillment au where boromir lives through amon hen and since the ring has moved on his thoughts are clear and he’s just aragorn’s devoted right hand
and he and gimli gripe endlessly about the run across rohan because “i had THIS MANY ARROWS in my chest i want our hobbits back but CAN WE SLEEP” and he’s 5000% ticked by the rohirrim who don’t respect aragorn and he and eowyn become rampaging bffs and he gets in on the body counting at helm’s deep (“ARAGORN I’M BEHIND I’M GOING TO THE DOOR” “YOU ARE NOT GET BACK HERE”) and he and treebeard become instant kin because mi hobbit es su hobbit and he goes through the dimholt pass with aragorn and hates every single second of it but is unfailingly by his side through all of it
and then gets to minas tirith and reunites with faramir and finds out pippin is a guard of the citadel and has to go lock himself in a room and laugh for hours
So new blog is a go. After consideration and talking it over with friends, I decided not to full out delete this one (mostly because of all the writing I did directly into the tumblr window during the swtor-tumblr~guild days whups.)
I’ll still be checking in on this account for the next few days, but otherwise this is goodbye! Or well see you around. Hurrah.
For whatever reason, I woke up at 3am and started toying with the idea of deleting this account and starting fresh. While I’ve made a lot of friends over the years, it’s kind of felt like for a while, that maybe I haven’t. Perhaps it’s time to just cut those last few threads. Get a clean start on a single blog. I dunno. Four years of content is hard to give up and all that writing from the TumblrSWTORguild days.
Online relationships and MMO friendships are weird sometimes. Well friendships in general. This isn’t anything I haven’t seen in RL too, which might be why I have less tolerance for it now.
Anyway. Rambling to myself. I know better than to immediately do something that I plotted up at 3am, but it’s something to think about.
“villain attempts to go back in time to kill superman as a small child, gets shot in the face by ma kent, who buries him behind the barn with the others” would probably have niche appeal as a comic but i don’t care, i want it
I don’t know why I think I’ll remember the awesome things I thought up while falling asleep, in the morning, when I can’t even remember the awesome things I thought up when my brain jumped ahead three paragraphs ago while actually writing.