i think one of the main issues with "dating culture" in total is that the actual percentage of humans who want or need to pair bond or reproduce is a lot lower than we think it is and this creates conflict from dumping an enormous amount of resources into pursuing unsatisfactory goals, having an identity crisis when yet another relationship or partner is boring or disappointing, going through a destructive breakup and resource partition, and then being coerced into starting over from the beginning and just doing this over and over until we die. i don't think relationships and love and romantic attachment are fake I just think a lot of people don't actually need or want them who have been convinced otherwise
I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.
My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813
*electric guitar riff*
And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like
i've had this account for like, six years and i haven't learnt how to use tumblr yet.
brb trying to figure it out
Watch this to learn how to put down toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny. As with “the kids these days are terrible” beginning circa prehistory (thanks Plato) this points to “men aren’t masculine anymore” and tracks it backward.
I keep saying nothing ever changes to those who know history.
Hey. Don't be sad. Holst's Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity, okay?
I love This Post by @emilybeemartin about Boromir’s hypothetical head raccoon, but I especially love, “Epilogue: it ADORES Faramir”, because to me that implies a thrilling variety of options, many of which may overlap in explaining the epilogue:
Boromir’s ghost is straight-up possessing that raccoon now, hopefully consensually and cooperatively with the original raccoon spirit
Boromir spent every spare moment monologuing to the raccoon about how great his little brother is, and the raccoon understood him, and so already loved Faramir before even meeting him
The raccoon loved Boromir and misses him, and Faramir smells a little like him, so the raccoon loves Faramir
Boromir and Faramir have the same innate Disney Princess affinity for random woodland creatures, which is actually GREATER than Aragorn the Ranger’s
werewolves can be anything. they can be ANYTHING if you just believe. metaphor for trans. metaphor for gay. metaphor for autism. metaphor for disability. metaphor for anger issues. metaphor for generational trauma. metaphor for mental illness. metaphor for addiction. metaphor for wanting to kill someone. you can do anything with them truly
en route to becoming a musician. too many projects on my head, trying my best. prooobably some kind of trans. valenciana crià a poal.
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