(no subject)
Everybody on Twitter knows I've been on my Lord of the Rings kick lately.
Me: Aragorn has so many names! He was born Estel, but his real name's Aragorn; in Bree he called himself Strider, Eomer calls him Wingfoot, his name when he’s king is Elessar Telcontar, and then he called himself Thorongil for a while -
Friend: Please, no more Lord of the Rings nerdery.
So I have moved on to getting my Harry Potter fix instead. This fix seems to come around every 3 years or so.
(The photo and words have absolutely no relation to each other. I don't even know why I did this.)
" “If that’s what you’re into,” Harry said, hopelessly honest, and leaned in and kissed him again, holding him pressed up against the doorframe and kissing his mouth, the curling corner of it, and his jaw and a place near his ear. Malfoy made a little sound, broken in the middle, that made Harry’s heart stutter in his chest."
This fic is completely breaking meeeeeeeee. ;____; It's so good I want to cry at every emotional climax, and the way the feelings are written is completely heartbreaking and steals my breath. I've laughed out loud several times, missed dinner, stayed up to 5am, caught myself not breathing, and it's all worth it. How can I possibly describe the tempestuousness, the passionate fury of the words?
"I," said Malfoy, a little hesitant. "I stopped hating someone once, though."
You know, I can never, never understand how some people don't read. It's fairly impossible to describe the feelings reading brings me -- the joy and euphoria and sadness and tension; all of that, you miss out when you're not a reader. The world around you disappears when you fall in love with a story, and then you emerge and that hollow sense of loss at finishing it...
/crying forever
(Yes, I finished it. Hence the very emotional, fangirl rant.)
Me: Aragorn has so many names! He was born Estel, but his real name's Aragorn; in Bree he called himself Strider, Eomer calls him Wingfoot, his name when he’s king is Elessar Telcontar, and then he called himself Thorongil for a while -
Friend: Please, no more Lord of the Rings nerdery.
So I have moved on to getting my Harry Potter fix instead. This fix seems to come around every 3 years or so.
(The photo and words have absolutely no relation to each other. I don't even know why I did this.)
" “If that’s what you’re into,” Harry said, hopelessly honest, and leaned in and kissed him again, holding him pressed up against the doorframe and kissing his mouth, the curling corner of it, and his jaw and a place near his ear. Malfoy made a little sound, broken in the middle, that made Harry’s heart stutter in his chest."
This fic is completely breaking meeeeeeeee. ;____; It's so good I want to cry at every emotional climax, and the way the feelings are written is completely heartbreaking and steals my breath. I've laughed out loud several times, missed dinner, stayed up to 5am, caught myself not breathing, and it's all worth it. How can I possibly describe the tempestuousness, the passionate fury of the words?
"I," said Malfoy, a little hesitant. "I stopped hating someone once, though."
You know, I can never, never understand how some people don't read. It's fairly impossible to describe the feelings reading brings me -- the joy and euphoria and sadness and tension; all of that, you miss out when you're not a reader. The world around you disappears when you fall in love with a story, and then you emerge and that hollow sense of loss at finishing it...
/crying forever
(Yes, I finished it. Hence the very emotional, fangirl rant.)