Also #foreverreblogfoxes but but but
"The Lord of The Rings" Cover
4th down = my parents’ lovely hardback copies that we weren’t actually allowed to read because we’d ruin them.
6th down = weirdly almost exactly like the copies I actually read but I’m pretty certain that the pictures are different, but the borders are the same and I know because I based a Graphics project on those runes once.
Bottom = BEST OMFG look at Legolas’ hair LOOK AT ARAGORN’S HAT
If I ever seem like I’m going to try to write a book with thirty main characters and only one POV again, I humbly request that someone step up and slap me like I’m Joffrey Baratheon.
I mean don’t get me wrong I love each and every one of them they’re all my precious babies but wtf was I thinking.
(Gif from Giphy)
No but guys, GUYS, we need to talk about how important this scene is. Because the commonly accepted lore about unicorns is that they are so good and pure that they’ll only appear to young virginal girls. Because Molly Grue is a middle-aged woman who has been living with bandits for most of her life and is as far from innocent and virginal as you’re likely to get. Because she’s so angry that this creature, embodying everything that society tells her she’s lost, everything she’s thrown away through her own choices, is here now when all that The Unicorn represents is long since behind her. Because she knows, in a way that only someone who’s been steeped in an oppressive system her entire life can ever know, that she’s missed her chance and doesn’t deserve to be seeing a unicorn now.
And you know what? The Unicorn doesn’t give two fucks about her virginity, about her supposed loss of innocence and purity. She’s not repelled by Molly being older, being experienced, being a full human person. None of that has ever mattered to unicorns, only to the people telling stories about them. Not only does she step in to physically comfort her here, but before long this bandit’s wife becomes her friend, closer to her in most ways than Schmendrick.
This story is fucking revolutionary, you guys, and I just have a lot of feelings about it.
I heard Peter S. Beagle speak about this scene at a convention once. He said he just kept writing and writing into the scene and suddenly here was this powerful, moving dialogue which came out very strong and natural, flowing directly from inspiration.
He said it was one of those moments when “the writer just gets really lucky.”
This is incredible commentary full of truefax and I think one of the other genius things about this moment is that I remember really identifying with Molly even as a small child because I knew that was going to be me. For all sorts of reasons, from me just not being princess/maiden material to unicorns being, y’know, possibly not actually real. I was going to get to Molly’s age and not see a unicorn, and I was already pretty angry about it.
Internet handles are so interesting to me. I always judge, like, Cumberbatchlover21 because I wonder why you would want to be defined by a thing like that but I never had a problem with being known as Opportunemoment - which is a line from a trilogy of deeply silly and critically panned films (which I will to this day defend with my life, haters on the starboard bow).
Who wrote this drivel?
Shit, it was me. It was me.
This thing reads like a fucking VCR repair manual. Is this even English? It’s got all the grace and elegance of a drunk girl puking in a potted plant at a frat party. It’s got all the speed and potency of an old man with a colostomy bag…
Intentionally leaving as a link to save your dashboards because it’s quite long but it’s also SCREAMINGLY, HORRIFYINGLY ACCURATE much like all Wendig’s writing about writing, and you should click through because it’s brilliant.