unpopular opinions

Do you think people are too sensitive? Or that Superman isn't so super? Think cats aren't cute? The Beatles are overrated? Love pineapple on pizza? Maybe you just don't like chips rly. Even the best of us have some controversial opinions. Let people know what a monster you are.

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with your characters’ unpopular and/or controversial opinion. Or share few of them at once. In person or via text. Prepare for disagreement.

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to tell them why they're wrong, validate a kindred spirit, or just troll them for caring about such a silly-ass thing in the first place.

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[Oh, Maedhros. She turns to look at him then, promising herself that she will go to Aman someday even if she has no other reason to go. She leans up and presses a quick kiss to his hair near the top of his head before settling her head against his shoulder.] I promise. I will tell her all of that. And I will tell her everything else a mother would want to know about her children. I will not forget a single thing.

You will always have me as a friend, even when...

[Nope. She is going to stop talking now. She had too many centuries under her belt to be so easily upset, yet she was.]

[He gives her a look that is equal parts pained and grateful. There is not much he takes comfort in these days but he will not push her away and he takes what solace he can from both her words and actions.] Thank you, I know it is a great deal I am asking of you with this request but I will be forever grateful for it.

And likewise my friendship goes with you forever. There is no need to give voice to what we both know to be true, my friend. [He gives her a sad smile.]

[If he had decided to push her off his shoulder she would have likely just laid on the chair feeling sad instead, so she was glad he left her there. She was silent for a long time, more than mere minutes as she pulls herself back together enough that she can speak without her voice hitching or betraying her more than her silence or his ability to look upon her did.]

I would do much more difficult tasks for you without thinking. It is not so much.

Selfishly, I do not want to forget any of knowing you. Even our many sad talks. No one else save for the trees has treated me like I would not crumble under the weight of reality.

[He will not deny either of them whatever comfort they can give eachother, it would be unkind to her and ungrateful of him. Dying does not frighten him, at times it is something he longs for, but he does regret the pain he will bring those that, for whatever reason, care for him.]

You are a very kind soul, Mithiel.

It is not so selfish. I too will miss you, and I do not want to forget our time together, the joy or the sorrow. You are stronger than most people give you credit for, people often forget that such things come in many different forms.

Perhaps. Or just very soft-hearted. [Was there a difference? Maybe not in her case. She is not sure either is a good thing in the times they live in, but she could not change who she was anymore than she could make the rivers change their courses. She also knew she could not change his fate or hers, this unerring fondness she had for him had never been about that, but maybe it was about giving him a little more sunshine now and then. Like he was one of her trees who needed tending to thrive. As though having some company and some softer words that didn't expect much of him could begin to mend his soul while he was still here.]

Do you think we remember when we are with Mandos? We are supposed to heal there, I know, but sometimes I wonder how that works. I do not know anyone who has died. Only animals. [She knew of people who had died, in the broad sense of knowing, but they had been just distant names to her. It was like telling her a sparrow died, it was sad, but did not quite touch her in the same way as thinking about the (future, probable) death of a friend did.] Whatever good qualities I possess I got from my parents, or the trees... I wish you could meet them. Any of them.

[In another life, her parents would have loved him. She is sure of that. And her trees? Well, Melians, technically, they would love him too. Take him in under their branches and tell him the same sorts of stories she was told by them, if he was willing to listen. She wished so much that the Noldor had returned to them with glad tidings and not with such sorrow, it was not hard for her to imagine a better world in which they had and the innocence of her youth was not naivety but a shared, easy, joy that they all carried and could run free in nature or creating their favourite arts. All of them, him, his frightening brothers, and the less frightening ones too, Fingon, Fingolfin, everyone just one people free to learn from each other and exist together without all the politics and spilt blood.

Perhaps even his father would have been merely arrogant and not so much of a shadow.

Maybe when the world was made anew.]

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