i am an idiot sometimes but sometimes i am an idiot to be funny you know? for the joke. and i want people to know the difference. sometimes my actions are purposeful. sometimes i think. i want you to know that. even when i am just being a regular idiot i choose to say things knowing i am an idiot. i am the chooser of my own fate. i am the god of my own reality.
concept: boromir/aragorn where boromir is steward of gondor because denthor died years ago in a tragic hair oil accident or whatever
honestly without his father’s toxic influence, boromir would’ve had less insecurity about “proving” himself for gondor and might have even felt less pressure to seize the ring
which means instead of angry “gondor needs no king” boromir, we’d get a well-adjusted but highly overworked boromir who’s like, “oh no…. a mysterious, sexy ranger who can help me fill out all this administrative paperwork… whatever shall i do….”
the greatest thing about this post is that “tragic hair oil accident” is already ridiculous by itself, but not half as dumb as finduilas’ cause of death, which is essentially “not having seen the sea in a long time”
Your friendly local hick (me) was giving a work presentation to a class that had some audience participation.
A suburban white boy answering a question stumbled through a statement where he was clearly trying to find a polite replacement for “hick” or “redneck” and I s2g this kid said “yeehaw folk.”
I wrote that shit up on the board and said, “I am, in fact, a yeehaw folk,” as my coworker just lost his shit laughing.
this is right up there with the person who couldn’t decide whether to use sir or ma’am to address to address someone and ended up saying captain
Frankenstein got written because Mary Shelley was the only person in her peer group to finish Nanowrimo
Wasn’t her peer group full of horny frat boys who were constantly having parties and in her desperation to have one chill day with no one trying getting all handsy, she mentioned that there’s this writing thing and vaguely insinuated that they wouldn’t be able to do it and then all the boys were like “YES I CAN JUST WATCH” and at the end of it all Mary Shelley finally had time to write about this idea she had dreamed about without some dumb horny boy trying to tell her how women should be in his bed instead of writing?
that is technically an accurate historical recap, yes
Also, while stuck with all these intellectual dude bros who were constantly going on about how great they all were, she wrote a main character who thought he was the greatest and smartest but then refused to take responsibility for anything leading to the destruction of his entire life.
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