i love making friends in fandom, i love playing with our toys together, i love coming up with increasingly niche aus, i love lifting strangers up, i love motivating people to create, i love watching someone get excited over an idea and immediately running with it, i love yelling in tags together, i love seeing someone gain confidence in their writing/art because people were kind to them <33

merry talks to kids in ithilien like ‘and remember: you’re NEVER too small to fight an unspeakable ancient eldritch horror’ and eowyn says ‘he’s right you’re not’ and faramir’s like PLEASE don’t

merry, a freakishly tall hobbit, says the same to anyone in the shire who will listen and they’re all like ‘that doesn’t sound right but i don’t know enough about unspeakable ancient eldritch horrors to dispute it’

several small hobbit children come to the conclusion that the most unspeakable ancient eldritch horror around is that really big newt that lives in the pond by the Party Field and hijinks ensue

I love sam even more for the fact that the ring couldn't even tempt him properly. He didn't want power, it tried to give him an endless garden and Sam said nah, that's too much hassle. Something vast and cruel, eternal and hungry, failed to a humble heart.

i’m “house phone” years old

'I got that dog in me' INCORRECT i got that hobbit in me

What writer hasn’t finished their first draft and thought, “the magnitude of the disaster is apparent to me”? 

I'm so fascinated by people who seem to believe that analyzing media is somehow taking the joy out of it. Like. Do you not enjoy thinking? Does taking stuff apart and figuring out how it works not give you a hit of dopamine? And you get mad when you see people having fun in this way? What a sad, miserable way to engage with the world.