Kiss With A Fish

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cybertronian: j—lannister: The problem with Boromir was that he was too empathetic and too kind. He wasn’t an isolationist like the hobbits. He wasn’t the person who was able to push forward for the good of the quest like the others. His only concern was for the safety of other people, and that is why he fell weak to the ring so fast. His heart was too gentle and his mind was trapped in a perpetual state of worry for his people. He was the one on the journey to constantly embrace and protect those who were hurt and sad. He wasn’t able to put the quest first above somebody in distress. He played with Merry and Pippin and brought a sense of warmth and love to the fellowship that died the day he did. He was able to express love and sympathy in a way that the rest of the group was not, because they knew that they HAD to shut it out if they wanted to get the ring to Mordor. Boromir is fucking amazing and does not get enough credit for being the heart of the Fellowship.

cybertronian:

j—lannister:

The problem with Boromir was that he was too empathetic and too kind. He wasn’t an isolationist like the hobbits. He wasn’t the person who was able to push forward for the good of the quest like the others. His only concern was for the safety of other people, and that is why he fell weak to the ring so fast. His heart was too gentle and his mind was trapped in a perpetual state of worry for his people. He was the one on the journey to constantly embrace and protect those who were hurt and sad. He wasn’t able to put the quest first above somebody in distress. He played with Merry and Pippin and brought a sense of warmth and love to the fellowship that died the day he did. He was able to express love and sympathy in a way that the rest of the group was not, because they knew that they HAD to shut it out if they wanted to get the ring to Mordor. Boromir is fucking amazing and does not get enough credit for being the heart of the Fellowship.

2 months ago
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Spain Trip Day 4 (Monday, March 11, 2013) - Seville

We woke up and had a huge buffet breakfast and split up by buses for a tour of Seville.  We started by walking to the Alcazar, which looked like a castle on the outside, but was a palace on the inside.  The palace was made with both Muslim and Christian influences.  It had beautiful domes, courtyards and wall decorations.  The most impressive part of the palace for me was the the gardens.  First of all there were just peacocks chilling in the yards.  They were also lush and green and filled with orange/other exotict trees, flowers, a waterfall, statues, art, and the scent of honeysuckle vines.  After the Alcazar we went to the cathedral of Seville, which is the third largest cathedral in the world.  The pillars inside looked like huge redwood trunks and light streamed through high windows.  The altar piece was under construction so we weren’t able to see that, but we did see Christopher Columbus’s tomb.  Next we climbed to the top of the bell tower to see the town of Seville.  Apparently they used to ride horses to the top and that’s why there were slanted ramps, not stairs.  I wished I had a horse to ride to the top - my legs killed!  But the view was worth it.  Next we toured the city by bus and stopped to visit the Plaza de España.  The whole area was tiled and bridges led from the building to a giant fountain in the middle.  After that me and my friends went for bocadillos (small sandwiches) and then returned to our hotel to prepare for our first concert.  We got on our concert dress and instruments and got on our buses to drive to Osuna.  Our first concert was held in a small concert hall in a music conservatory in the city.  After setting up the stage and the huge marimbas (5 octaves) we rehearsed our program and headed to dinner.  Our dinner was at a nice restaurant and I got to sit at a big table with a bunch of my friends :).  We ate salads, gazpacho, paella, fruit and lemon cake.  The boys left halfway through for a “pee party” (weirdos).  Our first concert went alright. Not our best.  We packed up and were about to leave when something very interesting happened.  Weiland and several adults noticed the smell of alcohol in the back of the bus.  Everyone pretty much knew that some of the percussionists were sketchy kids and there were rumors (popping pills on the plane, drinking “fantas”, and smoking weed) but I didn’t know that they would actually do anything like that.  So we spent the ride home talking about what we had heard and how stupid they were.  When we got back to the hotel we had to do a breath test.  That was awkward because we literally had to breath into our teacher’s faces.  Later after bed check, my friends Emma and Janna were questioned because someone said we had evidence of what some of those percussionists were doing.  To say the least, it was a very eventful day.