pop culture intertextuality is just so damn *fascinating*
today a parody movie (50 shades of black) comes out, based on the 50 shades of grey movie, which was based on the 50 shades book, which was based on twilight, which was somewhat based on interview with the vampire (which anne rice based on an earlier short story she wrote), which was based on Dracula and other vampire stories, which originally came from Dr. John Polidori’s The Vampyre (even though Vampires were a thing in folk tales before then, he was the one who made them all classy, etc.)
so really, like so many things, this is all Lord Byron’s fault.
Byron *probably at least once*:
I’m not dead, I’ve just been on vacation.
It’s the end of the year, so it’s time for a decade redraw! I chose my piece of Legolas after the battle at the gates of Mordor, which I first drew while in New Zealand in 2009. I liked the idea of him having lost/given away/destroyed his arm guard in the chaos of the previous few weeks. My redraw is sort of the next breath, when he looks up and realizes that the gates are down, the mountain is crumbling, and the tower of Barad-Dur with its fiery eye is no longer standing.
I know I haven’t posted as much LotR content since my own books started being published, but I have a lot of feelings about this character and this scene in particular. Legolas is practically the last Elf anybody would choose to go on a quest to save Middle Earth. He’s the least noble of any Elvish heroes, with absolutely no deeds to his name besides losing Gollum (oops), he’s from the least of the Elf-realms, and he has unremarkable lineage at best and bleak family history at worst. His grandfather led a disastrous charge at the Battle of Dagorlad that got his whole company killed (Book of Unfinished Tales), which Thranduil witnessed first hand. The passage that comes after is one of my favorites:
“[Thranduil] had seen the horror of Mordor and could not forget it. If ever he looked south, its memory dimmed the light of the sun, and though he knew that it was now broken and deserted and under the vigilance of the Kings of Men, fear spoke in his heart that it was not conquered forever: it would arise again.”
And now here’s his son, who almost certainly expected to die that day for a world he has no moral obligation to, surrounded by absolutely none of his kin, sitting on the threshold of Mordor, instrument of Sauron’s final destruction and LIKE? Come on, that’s a great arc.
Was reading a little thing about Maglor settling in the Shire, and I was thinking about how they have all this genealogy and it’s just.
Hobbit: I can trace my parentage way back to [don’t want to think of an old hobbit nam]
Maglor: I don’t have a great-grandfather
Sleep Deprived Levi: *yawns and grabs Erwin’s hand*
Erwin: *recoiling* Levi what the hell are you doing
Levi: oh sorry I thought you were Hange
Erwin: oh… that’s okay, Levi.
Levi:
Erwin:
Levi:
Erwin:
Levi:
Erwin: Levi, why would you be holding Hange’s hand?
Levi: *suddenly awake and speed walking away* GOOD DAY COMMANDER
Kay asked Prussia: How do you find Romania and Hungary arguments, Prussia?
I’m an awesome spectator if I do say so myself.
SHIT.
GOTTA RUN!
finland is fuckin wild, i swear
isnt it weird that we cant ride any other animals except horses. like if horses weren’t a thing humans would be fucked cause we couldn’t ride any other animals. like riding animals just wouldn’t really be a thing. we should probably be more grateful to horses
I've imagined it. It was hilarious...
Omg i ship it so hard ;-;
Imagine this.
Romania: Hey, Elizabeta. Are you cold?
Hungary: No… I’m actually quite warm. Why do you ask?
Romania: Oh, well, how about you shed off your clothes onto my bedroom floor, and we can really turn up the heat- *is cut off by a frying pan*
Or am I right?
Am I wrong?
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