My favorite part of Fellowship of the Ring is how, when Sam hesitates on the edge of the Shire, Frodo doesn’t just dismiss his fear or make little of it, he walks back to Sam’s side, stands beside him, and takes that step with him. When Sam has to do something scary, Frodo meets him where he is and does it with him, and that’s exactly what Sam does by going with him to destroy the Ring, it’s him, it’s Frodo, it’s them, it’s who they are together, meeting each other where they are, and taking the scary steps with them. I don’t care what kind of love you call this, as long as you call it true.
Crimson Peak is SO fucking funny when they first get to the house and Hiddles is like. Oh yeah forget to mention, giant hole in the roof. Also the floor is rotten, someday the whole foundation will collapse. And don’t be alarmed if the pipes start bleeding! It’s just that the very ground beneath our feet is oozing red liquid, absolutely drenched with it, as though the entire house is bleeding and bloodstained, as though the very earth our family legacy is built upon were one great open wound.
I fucking love Gothic settings. Don’t worry about it Edith, welcome to your very normal and inhabitable house.
“you have to stop buying every mug you think is cute” what’s that? i can’t hear you over the sound of all my mugs clinking together in the cabinet as i try to find space for this new mug i bought
