Marie

Call-out post for myself: almost cried on the bus today just from thinking about how Azula was fourteen and had a paranoid mental breakdown because all the people in her life that actually mattered to her betrayed her in like the span of one month and she was suddenly left with no one to foist her failures onto to keep her abusive father from punishing her for her flaws and despite how hard she worked to seem perfect and be perfect for him her only reward was to be handed a meaningless platitude and told to get out of his way

“I don’t have sob stories like all of you.”

SHE WAS FUCKING FOURTEEN WHAT

“My own mother….thought I was a monster. She was right, of course, but it still hurt.”

you’re in her dms, i’m insulting her entire family during a proposal. we are not the same

in this house - we fucking STAN

love how merry and pippin just join sam and frodo. they just literally run into him after stealing vegetables, see some nazgul, and go “oh, sick. we’re in!” without, like, any preparation whatsoever. no going home and packing, no letting their family know they’re gonna be gone for an indeterminate amount of time. just them, their carrots, and a grand total of one brain cell. legends. 

quarantine mood: walking aimlessly around the house bc you’re tired of sitting down and can’t go outside to exercise and don’t know what else to do and suddenly realizing you have become a jane austen heroine “taking a turn about the room”

I love this so much