Not every villain, not every time, and certainly not to everyone at once, but there should be moments. We should, occasionally, be able to see ourselves in the bad guys, be able to understand how they got there.
Because it reminds us not to fucking go there.
Antis who get upset about villains having relatable qualities (often couched as being “romanticized” or “woobified”) are people who cannot bear to ever think of themselves as having the capability of being wrong.
Every human alive is capable of being a horrible person. Relatable villains remind us to keep an eye on that shit.
There’s probably a German compound word for that feeling you get at 2am when you’re single in your mid twenties and the creeping doubt that you’ve somehow missed your only chance at love because you didn’t meet someone in college and now it’s too late
The german word you are looking for is ‘Torschusspanik’
ok so I know that Gondolin was pretty much flattened (and then of course lost entirely beneath the seas along with west Beleriand) – but I guess this is a slightly AU, self-indulgent imagining on my part as a means to sketch a bit of pre-3rd Age Elvish architecture!
and the best part is, they’re edible! (before they start to form spores). apparently really good in scrambled eggs
look how round how smooooth
just wanna pap pap
I…want to grow them
I’ve yet to taste one 😦
When I was a kid, I lived somewhere those grew wild. (NorCal up by the Oregon border, for the record.) Hell with the scrambled eggs; just sauté a slab of it in butter or olive oil.
Unfortunately, my family has since sold the property. And the puffballs. And my childhood.
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