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leupagus:

jarvtimmen:

The hobbit film is loosely based on it’s source material, it shares the name and the characters but the story is far off and comes off as tolkien fanfiction rather than something made by the man himself.

Yep! That’s what I enjoy about the films so much - transformative works like fanfiction and movie adaptations can give the source material so much more depth than it had before.

For “The Hobbit,” they’re very obviously taking both the original 1937 children’s book, the changes Tolkien himself made for the re-published version, and all the legally available information from the LoTR trilogy in order to tell a bigger, more nuanced, and ultimately more meaningful story about just what was really going on while Bilbo was having his adventure. Because according to Tolkein, while the Quest of Erebor took place the Necromancer was also being driven out of Dol Goldur, Saruman was beginning his descent, and all sorts of chess pieces were moving around that would lead to the war sixty years later. In a sense, it’s doing what fanfiction does so well - turning the camera (so to speak) and shining light on things that you couldn’t see in the original work.

And the movies also emulate the best of what fanfiction does by interrogating the source material to a certain degree - though how much is intentional and how much is purely “we want a cooler-looking story” is certainly up for debate. For instance, Tolkien very clearly modeled the dwarves of Erebor and dwarvish culture on Jewish people and culture as seen by a Christian in the 1930’s. Which would’ve been great except the perception of what Jews were like back at that time was decidedly not-great; if you’ve read the Hobbit, no doubt you remember the quote:

There it is: dwarves are not heroes, but a calculating folk with a great idea of the value of money; some are tricky and treacherous and pretty bad lots; some are not but are decent enough people like Thorin and Company, if you don’t expect too much.

Which was a sentiment held by most non-Jews in the early part of the 20th century, and one we as a people have labored under for literally millennia. By allowing the dwarves of Erebor to be heroic figures, with their own complicated backstories and interests, the film shows them as people to be admired rather than detested.

Similarly with the addition of Tauriel, who if she had been in a fanfic would be referred as an OC or OFC (Original [Female] Character), the film shines a light on one of Tolkien’s greatest weaknesses as a writer; his disinterest in writing about female characters. I phrase it like this because from what he wrote, it is clear that there are women around; he just doesn’t talk much about them, with the exception of Eowyn. This is all the more frustrating because of the glimpses we get of truly amazing women: Belladonna Took, the remarkable daughter of the Old Took who went on adventures, probably with Gandalf; Gilraen, who marries too young against her father’s wishes (but with her mother’s aid), only to lose her husband two years later and who takes personal responsibility for the entire line of Isildur by taking her young son into the protection of Rivendell, and whose last words to Aragorn are “I gave hope to our people and kept no hope for myself,” which is sad but you’ve gotta love an old lady who can make a pun into a heartbreaker; Luthien, who fell in love with a mortal man and chose her heart over her grace; Arwen, who followed in those footsteps but who chose mortality not just for love of a man but for love of Middle-Earth, because she had faith that it would endure; Galadriel, who defied the very gods of her people and conquered the temptation of the One Ring; Shelob, a monster and mother both, whose hunger is insatiable but who chooses to linger in her caves rather than roar into the world; Dís, the last of the line of Thror, who is widowed and orphaned and left childless and brotherless by the actions of those husbands and fathers and sons and brothers; Eowyn, who is remarkable all the more because she is not seen as so, but rather seen as one of the many proud shieldmaidens of Rohan, whose contributions go unremarked but not unremarkable. Women who are not even named - Theoden’s wife, Denethor’s wife, Thranduil’s wife, Gloin’s wife, Bard’s wife, Thrain’s wife - but who are stamped on the husbands and sons they loved in the most fascinating of ways.

All these women are there, in Middle Earth; all of them are worth trilogies of their own. And the films, and fanfiction, can show them in ways Tolkien never did. And so in “The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey,” we can see Galadriel helping to defeat the power in Dol Guldur, or an elf-maid fight and kill to protect her king and people, or even [possible spoilers for Extended Edition, if the rumors are true] Belladonna Took greeting Gandalf as an old friend and companion and equal. We can take a look at the things that the man himself did not bother to show, but that we want to see.

The films and filmmakers do not interrogate as well as they should; the racism of Tolkien’s all-white Middle Earth goes largely unchallenged, with POC actors playing orcs and goblins or hidden behind CGI or pounds of makeup to play scale doubles or stuntmen. The conflagration of physical attributes with morality is, if anything, played up in the films, with the Goblin King a grotesque figure and the evil Azog shown as even more monstrous with his prosthetic arm. The relationship between Legolas and Gimli, which is so profound that it moves Legolas to demand (of his gods) that Gimli be permitted entry into the afterworld of the elves - moreover, moves Gimli to spend eternity amongst elves rather than his own kind - is portrayed as nothing more than amiable comradeship.

But these are shortcomings that all transformative work can fall prey to, and should absolutely be challenged but should never be dismissed. The films and fanfiction allow people to talk about stories and spin stories themselves, taking part in a world that Tolkien gave us - a world he wanted other people to visit. If we change things along the way, if we show things that Tolkien didn’t illuminate, well - the original stories are still there, unchanged by anyone (except of course the man himself, who re-edited The Hobbit extensively). And we can read the books, and see the films, and decide for ourselves what we want to believe.

There it is: the films are fanfiction, to their credit.

YES THIS. Tolkien was what I call an ‘exploratory writer' - he was constantly expanding on his own universe, filling out fragments that he’d only mentioned in passing in previous works, essentially doing what anyone else would have called fanfiction, except that it was about his own work.  I am convinced that he would have approved of the spirit of these movies, even if we can’t say with any authority whether he would have created the particular details that Jackson, Walsh, &co are creating.

saracastically:

a squirrel and a pigeon for katepaul <3

saracastically:

a squirrel and a pigeon for katepaul <3

Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? You are iron. And you are strong.

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n.t. (via thelittle-hobbit)

Damn right you’re iron, and do you know where iron comes from? Do you know how iron gets here? Let me tell you.

It does start with a star, but it’s not some dismal castoff from an eternal beauty, it’s so much more. Everything that makes our world came from stars, but nothing had as much effect on that star as iron.

See the sun burning in the sky? The light you see and the heat you feel are created when the sun fuses elements, the building blocks of our world, into new and heavier elements. The sun lives because more energy comes from that process than is needed to support it.

UNTIL IRON COMES ALONG.

Fusing iron — burning it to make a star shine — is nigh on impossible. Iron is strong and iron is heavy. Iron is so strong and so heavy that to make new elements from iron takes more energy than it produces. The star can’t keep up, it starts to die.

The iron that flows through your veins KILLED A STAR.

Those other metals that we so value, like gold, owe their existence to iron. As the star died it collapsed, crushing itself and making gold and platinum and other precious and powerful things. Then it exploded and scattered those metals throughout space.

Chief among them was iron. The iron whose formation was the death knell of the star. The iron whose intensity made other metals possible. The iron that was the last thing the living star could make.

Stars lived to make iron.

Stars died to make you.

(via noctumsolis)

lustik:

27,9 - 2012 - Thale Vangen - ANNAELLEGALLERY

punchbuggydragon:

thecoffeecoyote:

sizvideos:

Video - Follow our Tumblr

SO MANY HUMMINBIRB

HUMMING BIRD INTENSIFIES

kitsparrow:

ghettocarnival:

PETER

PETER.

(Source: dickpuns)

koryos:

All those sci-fi movies where there’s a creature made up of a swarm of tiny littler creatures? That is you. That is literally what you are. You are a colony of cells.

So with your kestrels I've seen that Ollie, was young so he was attached to you but how are your birds in general do they enjoy being around you? Are they affectionate? Do they try to leave? Seeing as they're solitary predators until mating how do they see you especially Zuko considering he was wild caught

crazycritterlife:

That’s a great question! A lot of it depends on the bird’s individual personality, age that they were first exposed to humans, and the way that they were raised.

In general, falconry birds enjoy being around the falconer because every experience with the falconer is a positive one. It’s with the falconer that they get to fly, hunt, eat, and feel safe, so naturally they are going to enjoy their company. This doesn’t necessarily mean the bird has any emotional attachment. This is why it’s possible to release falconry birds. As soon as the falconer is no longer of use to the bird, the bird has no problem leaving. This is also why fat birds can completely change personality. If they’re fat and happy, then the falconer has much less to offer them and they’ll be more aloof.

That being said, its different for every bird and different kinds of relationships can form. One common relationship is for the bird to see the falconer as a sort of mate. Raptors often mate for life so they form strong attachments to their “mate.” This is the relationship that I had with Maya. Maya was independent when I first trapped her from the wild, so, despite me providing food to her, she never saw me as a parent. She knew that she was a red-tailed hawk and I wasn’t. But over time we did form a strong relationship. She would allow me to approach her when she was on a kill without showing aggression. I would help her pluck and hand her tidbits as she ate, I lived in her “territory”, and I was always around her while she hunted, which is similar to the behaviors a mate might display. During the molt she even became slightly territorial over me. But at the end of the season, before release, I fattened her up completely (she could have gone weeks without eating she was so fat!) and stopped interacting with her. The few interactions I did have with her weren’t that positive either, so she decided I was no longer of use to her. When I released her, she didn’t look back. The emotional attachment wasn’t there (at least on her end!). A similar relationship was formed with Zuko. He even went so far as to do a mating dance to me! But again, after a couple weeks of fattening up and limited interaction, he was more than happy to say goodbye when release day came. 

Young birds have the whole parent-offspring relationship going on, so those birds tend to have much more attachment to the falconer. Unlike a haggard (adult bird) or passage (first-year bird), imprints don’t know any other way of life. You’re all they know. You’re their lifeline. So they don’t want to leave you. Whether its emotional attachment or just a sense of dependency, I can’t really say, though at times it certainly feels like they love you! lol

But overall, the relationship almost always comes down to what you can do for them. Can you give them food? Great! They’ll stick around. Can you provide them shelter and safety from predators! Even better! All the more reason for them to stay near you. Do you ever hurt them? Scare them? Steal their food? No? Then they won’t have reason to fear you or display aggression. You’re useful to them, and they like that. But once your usefulness runs out, they’ll be happy to return back to their wild ways. Usually, this happens at the end of the season when the falconer purposely releases their bird, but it can also happen unintentionally. If the relationship is not strong enough, the bird might decide to leave. If the falconer isn’t providing good hunting opportunities, the bird might fly off and attempt to hunt on its own. If the bird is flown too fat, it might decide its not hungry that day and sit in a tree until sun down. Or it might get chased off by another raptor and decide its not worth it to go back to the falconer. All sorts of things can and do happen! But with proper relationship building, training, and weight control, the odds of such things happening are usually pretty low. 

sea-change:

all i can fucking think about wrt that last post is this story and so i’m sharing it:

so, like, the house i grew up in had a bar in the rumpus room downstairs.  and above that bar, since before i was born until the day we moved out, hung a mounted pink plastic flamingo head.  sorta like this one, but more… masculine-hunter-trophy-eque.  and i never really questioned it, the way you never really question the super weird shit your family does because you grew up that way and you don’t notice.

but one day a friend of mine who was over for a sleepover did.  and so i asked my dad where the flamingo had come from.  and he got this really somber look on his face and was like ‘ask your uncle.’

when my parents were growing up they had a really close group of friends that involved both of my mom’s siblings.  like, super close, the kind of groups we write found-family fics about.  and they got into all sorts of bizarre situations, including one of them disappearing from a wedding reception he was best man at and reappearing several hours later, completely trashed, and with a plastic pink flamingo as his ‘date’.  

which was all the incentive my dad and his friends needed to start trying to steal all the plastic pink flamingos they could possibly find (apparently it was a bit of a trend then?  it was the 80s, i can believe it).  they’d scout them out when they were out and sober during the day, and then at night, after a bunch of drinks, they’d go grab the things off people’s lawns and take them.

which is neither the dumbest nor even remotely the most high-risk thing they did, i mean, it’s just a plastic statue off some suburban lawn in the middle of the night, right?

except one night.  one night they hit the jackpot.  there was some sort of big party for someone near where my mom lived in esquimalt (the ~wrong side of the tracks~), and the day before they’d filled their lawn with plastic flamingos.  so of course my dad and his friends took this as some sort of personal challenge to steal all the flamingos.  

but when they got there, the house party was essentially a rager, and someone saw them out on the lawn, and suddenly they found themselves being chased by a bunch of seriously pissed off and seriously drunk members of the canadian navy home on leave.  my mom was always back up driver on these expeditions, just in case of the need of a quick getaway, and so she was in her car at the end of the block, and flung the doors open so my uncle and two other guys could get in before she started driving away.  they’d thrown away their flamingos and managed to get to the car safely, but my dad refused to let go of the one he’d grabbed, and so he was a bit further behind.  my mom started driving anyway, expecting him to do the same and catch up before she hit full speed, but he didn’t.

so there’s my mom, screaming at the top of her lungs as she just floors it with the car doors all still hanging open, and her brother and their friends leaning out the open back doors trying to grab my dad, who is essentially running for his life away from a group of drunk, angry soldiers, and he just winds up and throws the flamingo to them and shouts “save yourselves!”  just before one of the navy guys tackles him to the ground.

and that’s the story of how my dad got his nose broken for the second time and where our flamingo (which one of his friends mounted and then they all presented it to him ceremoniously) came from, which was told to me (with rather the same air i imagine someone tells you your father was a war hero) by my uncle over my first bottle of beer.

dykevibes:

voreing:

here’s a video of an armadillo playing if youve never seen that before

LOOK AT YOU. PRANCING AROUND ON YOUR LITTLE FEETS!!!!!!!

antediluvianechoes:

Velociraptor and Juvenile Tarbosaurus by Guindagear
It’s hard to put a Protoceratops in a tree. It had taken Velociraptor nearly a half an hour to do so, tugging, pulling, hefting the heavy thing. The carcass was floppy and didn’t cooperate; the head shield got caught on a protrusion of bark; the limbs bumped and bounced against the tree like unsynced pendulums.
As soon as the dromaeosaur’s larder was filled—the dead Protoceratops balanced just right—the tarbosaurs came snooping. Dragging a dead dinosaur into a tree is not inconspicuous business, and the juveniles had heard and smelled enough to pique their curiosity and come trotting.
Velociraptor stared down at the two tyrannosaurs. It was safe—tarbosaurs couldn’t climb trees—but it was also stuck—tarbosaurs were excruciatingly patient (through juveniles admittedly less so than adults). They knew one bad tug from a misplaced bite might send the Protoceratops falling from the pantry. Or, if luck was particularly one-sided, the carcass and the Velociraptor could spill from the branch.
And so the three predators stared, occasionally pipping and fluting songs of aggression or ownership at each other, neither side backing away from the meal perched unsecurely in the tree.

antediluvianechoes:

Velociraptor and Juvenile Tarbosaurus by Guindagear

It’s hard to put a Protoceratops in a tree. It had taken Velociraptor nearly a half an hour to do so, tugging, pulling, hefting the heavy thing. The carcass was floppy and didn’t cooperate; the head shield got caught on a protrusion of bark; the limbs bumped and bounced against the tree like unsynced pendulums.

As soon as the dromaeosaur’s larder was filled—the dead Protoceratops balanced just right—the tarbosaurs came snooping. Dragging a dead dinosaur into a tree is not inconspicuous business, and the juveniles had heard and smelled enough to pique their curiosity and come trotting.

Velociraptor stared down at the two tyrannosaurs. It was safe—tarbosaurs couldn’t climb trees—but it was also stuck—tarbosaurs were excruciatingly patient (through juveniles admittedly less so than adults). They knew one bad tug from a misplaced bite might send the Protoceratops falling from the pantry. Or, if luck was particularly one-sided, the carcass and the Velociraptor could spill from the branch.

And so the three predators stared, occasionally pipping and fluting songs of aggression or ownership at each other, neither side backing away from the meal perched unsecurely in the tree.

serenading-solitude:

twinzik:

Becoming A Thornberry!

More on our FB page- http://facebook.com/twinzik.twins

HOLY MOLY

chakrabot:

harblkun:

hookteeth:

beltaguise:

Fantasy lizard people where the females don’t have breasts they just figured out that bras are perfect for holding heat packs.

Fantasy lizard people where the males figured this out too and can’t understand why humans keep mistaking them for females because obviously they have five brow spikes not six like females do??

I have a dire need for this.

image

I tried

omg it’s so cute

stuckinabucket:

fuckyeahdnd:

This page is one of the funniest in the first issue
and somehow it just constantly gets funnier

Rat Queens really is awesome, and I highly recommend checking out the first trade, guys.

stuckinabucket:

fuckyeahdnd:

This page is one of the funniest in the first issue

and somehow it just constantly gets funnier

Rat Queens really is awesome, and I highly recommend checking out the first trade, guys.

skullandbone:

littlelimpstiff14u2:

Beautiful Anatomical Skeletons, Posed and Photographed As Sculptures

Photographer Patrick Gries transforms ordinary specimens, stripped of fur and flesh, into art that showcases motion, predation and evolution

What happens when you unleash an acclaimed luxury goods photographer on hundreds of anatomical animal skeletons kept in museum collections

If that photographer is Patrick Gries and the skeletons are those of Paris’ Natural Museum of History, you’ll get a series of 300 stark photographs that transform staid, ordinary scientific specimens into biological art.

1.A golden eagle swoops for a rabbit     2. A Narwhal

3.An African elephant            4. A Horse and Human

5. A Brown Woolly Monkey           6. A Flying Lemur
7. A Cheetah                                8.A red fox and common vole
9.A Eurasian Sparrowhawk and a House Sparrow
10. A Rattlesnake


these are from a great book