The thing I can't get over about Lord of the Rings and the perfection it presents, is that it all feels... dreamy, but genuine? You feel like you were there. The props, scenery, decoration, clothing, animals, are 99 percent real... crafted with creative hands. Directed with passion. They were careful not to use the green screen and CGI effects too much, which has been greatly praised for since the Hobbit came out, and it definitely aged well. However, this is different - you feel the emotions that everyone has. You feel the cool breeze at the top of Rohan's peak. You can feel the anguish Gandalf has when Faramir is sent to his death. You feel the exhaustion Sam and Frodo have on Mount Doom. You feel the love the characters have for one another. Then when it's all over, and Sam closes his door followed by that final note from the Shire flute, you feel complete emptiness as you have to go back into reality.
It's bittersweet, but it's why I love LotR so much. You don't get many movies like that anymore.
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there are two scenes in fiction that have forever changed my standards for tragic romance and they’re coincidentally both from hunter x hunter.
the first one is killua’s breakdown in front of palm because he can’t help the one person he would give his own life for and the second one is meruem silently holding komugi’s body in the rubble of his own palace
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Quirkless college AU where Keigo is your annoying teachers assistant for one of your majors classes. He never seems to give you that A you deserve, and is hellbent on going back and forth with you about every little thing. About every little grade, every little answer you submit, every little note he likes to leave on the corners of your papers. He mocks your handwriting with his own chicken scratch, even writes a ‘wtf are you trying to say???? is that supposed to say RHETORIC?????’ on one of your papers.
You wanna complain about him to your professor when it comes to his attitude and nitpicking, but the prof always just tells you to take it up with the TA yourself. And that’s exactly what the golden haired man wants, and it’s so painstakingly obvious with the way he absolutely grins when you drag your feet into his ‘office hours’ (aka him sitting in the library for the same amount of time every week).
“I was wondering when you’d ask me to round your grade up.” Keigo doesn’t even greet you, just leans back in his chair as he folds his arms over his chest. His smile grows even wider when you narrow your eyes and huff at him, snatching the chair out from across him to plop down heavily.
“Give me the grade I deserve, and not the grade that drags me here to be with you.” You’re all snaps and irritation, and Keigo loves it—eats up the way your bottom lip juts and your brows furrow down and, oh, you’re so goddamn cute when you’re annoyed.
“Go on a date with me this weekend, and I’ll change it.” Keigo blurts out with a lilt of his lips, eyes squinting when you reel back with a scoff. You stare at him for a while before answering, and he can’t help but notice how shifty your hands have gotten and how it grows harder to look him in the eye now.
“I feel like that goes against policy.” You mutter, picking at your nails before glaring through your lashes. Keigo cocks his head to the side, smiling.
“Don’t tell me you’re a goody two shoes.” He teases, tilts his head in your direction, watches the gears turning in your head as you narrow your eyes at him.
“Fine. One date, and you give me extra credit on the last paper.” You bargain with him, glaring at his hand when he holds it out for you to shake. You pause before you take it, frowning when Keigo grins wider and leans across the table.
“Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal there, birdie.”
And after that, it becomes routine for you both. Keigo enters the most foul grade he can until you show up at his dorm room furious and seething, all so he can pull you in to his space and kiss your puffy cheeks while you enter your own grade in the system. He’s a bit of a jackass, but you think it’s all worth it, especially when he shows you the expansive winged tattoo on his back and the quickest and most efficient way to do eyeliner. He’s good for something, you guess.
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Brb about to cry myself to sleep about Haldir dying in the films and the emotional damage that had to have caused Celeborn in particular.
I can only imagine Celeborn and Haldir being friends and becoming close for centuries upon centuries, and perhaps even Celeborn himself (not Galadriel, but him alone) specifically choosing Haldir to be Marchwarden.
Because he would trust no other more with such a title and task.
And then off Haldir goes with a final goodbye, off to Helm's Deep to fight alongside the race of Men.
And Celeborn waits. And waits. And until all the bodies of elves from the battle get brought back home to Lothlórien, he worries.
And he sees Haldir's bow. Then his quiver, then his sword, and then- his body.
And all he does for weeks is cry. He ponders leaving his own kingdom for Valinor- but what use is it, when his people need him?
Even so, until time comes where he finally leaves Middle Earth- he is miserable and dimmed and lonely, even with Lady Galadriel by his side.
He is only made happy again when he crosses to Valinor, and there are countless familiar faces waiting, banners risen high in honour of his arrival.
And out from behind one steps Haldir, face softened and chin held high, before he dips it to his Lord, like he always had.
Celeborn has never found himself moving faster, and he hugs his beloved Marchwarden so closely Haldir can feel just how much he trembles.
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