I have read Fellowship of the Ring more times than I have cared to keep count and every time I read Boromir’s, well, possession for lack of a better word, I have read it in fear, in discomfort, in horror, indifferently.
This was, I think, the first time I read it in pity. I looked at all the plans Boromir was making, how he would save his beloved city, how obstinate he was in his belief that the men of Minas Tirith would not be corrupted when wielding the Ring against Sauron —and I felt sad. He’s waving his hands and hollering and part of him is desperate just for the Ring, of course he is, he’s been traveling beside it with no hope for months, but he’s also desperate for hope. He’s desperate for a chance to save his people, save his brother, save his city.
Moreover, every time he calls out the Elves or the Wizards, you have to remember that he doesn’t know them. All he knows is that he traveled almost a full year to get their advice and they send him on, in his eyes, a hopeless venture. The one hope they give him is Aragorn, who promises to return and help save Minas Tirith with him, but even that all changes once Gandalf dies. They come to Lothlorien and of course it’s a welcome break, but they cannot, or maybe in Boromir’s eyes will not, help his people. And once they leave, Aragorn assumes his role as leader of the Fellowship in Gandalf’s stead more permanently and suddenly even that one, brief, uncertain hope of his is gone. Aragorn will follow Frodo. And it’s almost certain that Frodo will not go to Minas Tirith.
So is it any wonder, really, that tired, desperate, hopeless Boromir, out of his realm, out of his depth, already hanging by a thread when he joins the Fellowship and having been gnawed on by the Ring for months upon months afterwards, finally snaps once it’s clear that he will have to return home empty-handed and almost certain that somewhere far away Sauron is capturing the Ring and killing the companions that he had bonded with? Of course part of the Ring is making him lust for power, but it’s also his only “reliable” (in his mind) source of hope left to save his city.
And so I read Boromir’s (intelligent and thought out, mind you) raving and I don’t feel scared for Frodo, not after reading it so many times and knowing what ultimately happens, but sorrow for Boromir.
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This voting period really just feels like im watching a bunch of people force a gay man back in the closet
I know thats not people's intentions but literally how else is he going to take this guilty vote. "I just don't want him to think his lying was okay" he doesn't! And he's not going to think that! He's actively trying to stop lying! All guiltying him will do is tell him he should have kept lying and continuing his relationship!!
"I just want him to have some kind of consequence for what he's done" Was Hinako literally dying not enough??? Sure, he didn't love her, but he still LIKED her. They were friends, they lived together, he married her because he WANTED to love her! He is literally drowning in guilt because of her death, I think he's had enough consequences by now. He might not be wearing his ring anymore, but he still carries it with him, he is very clearly still grieving her death.
"Innocent votes have no effect on him" Yes they will!! It didn't do anything last time because we forgave him for the wrong reasons and because he absolutely hates himself. Assuming we're right about him being gay, which I'm pretty confident we are, having his 'true' self validated rather than his fake one will 100% have a bigger effect on him this time. Guiltying him will only make his self-hate worse and show him that only his false self is forgivable, so he should keep lying to be accepted.
I know most people's intentions are not to make him keep lying, but regardless of whatever intention you have, it doesn't matter how you want him to take it, you can not ignore how he will actually take it.
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cw: dad! osamu
osamu’s baby memorizes onigiri miya’s phone number before even learning how to write his own name. he likes to call his dad when nana miya is busy hanging up the laundry outside.
obviously, phone calls at onigiri miya are of the norm. the working class on a limited lunch like to place an order ahead and families cater. there’s complaints and compliments but when the little boss calls, the atmosphere changes.
the phone is exchanged between hands, everyone screaming a hey, little boss into the speaker, smiles on their faces from the babe’s infectious giggles. osamu has to fight through the crowd, yell at everyone to get back to work so he can have a chance to speak to his son.
they all relent, knowing all too well with the excited grin on osamu’s face that there’s no bite in his tone. he’s just a father who loves his son and is so clearly loved back.
“here ya go, big boss,” someone says while handing him the phone. the nickname is accepted graciously. he wouldn’t be big boss without a little one.
and the one on the phone loves it because he loves his dad so much. he has no clue what boss means, only knows that when someone says it, he’s picturing his father in an apron and black cap, and smells of green onions and sesame and rice, but that’s him. he’s exactly like dad, just littler.
“hey, little man,” osamu says as he steps back into the alleyway behind his restaurant. he wipes his brow, an exhale escaping him.
and his son laughs hysterically on the line. his employees always get him so riled up and the kid is saying hi repeatedly in multiple octaves, out of breath just like he. the cook can only imagine his kid running through the living room he and atsumu used to play in.
work is hard. it doesn’t get any easier but osamu doesn’t mind if the smallest breaks he can fit in sound like this.
“ya dancing over there?”
“no! i’m killing monsters!”
osamu can’t help but laugh at the gremlin noise, “wow, ya so brave. where’s granny? is she helping ya?”
“nana’s outside.”
of course osamu knew that. or else he wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.
“maybe ya should check on her. there might be monsters outside too.”
there’s a dramatic gasp on the line as if osamu’s said the most outstanding thing in the world. his son is too cute.
“okay!”
“alright. i’ll see ya soon, okay? make sure ya give the phone back to granny, alright?”
“okay!” he’s already running but before he hangs up, the kid makes sure to shout into the phone, “love you, big boss!”
osamu’s heart sings.
“love ya too, little boss.”
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