Ok, here’s my take on the Galadriel & Tauriel thing that seems to be sweeping the fandom. Personally, while I can understand why people are angry, (and I do understand, I genuinely do), I happen to love their positioning and expressions. Why?

Women are disproportionately the ones affected by war. BoFA is a fantastical setting, yes, but women are often the unwilling victims/survivors of war. However, I do not think Galadriel & Tauriel are made out to be victims within the banner, in fact the opposite. 

I’m thrilled they’re not holding swords and looking stoic as hell because, quite frankly, I’m sick and tired of female characters needing to hold up swords in order to be deemed ‘valuable’. Additionally, one of the major themes of The Hobbit is greed and how fucking stupid and awful war is. Give me Tauriel looking shell shocked over the horror and brutality of war than being sucked into an ‘epic pose’. 

Give me Galadriel being shown fighting for something aside from gold and tangible, I’ll take her being outstretched and reaching towards Gandalf, towards an ally and friend, over reaching for the Arkenstone. I’ll take women representing the true horror of war and death over some epic poses, thank you very much. 

What I made of the BotFA banner :

  • dramatic scene with Gandalf and Galadriel
  • Thorin on a broken throne oh no
  • Tauriel is probably going to die and if she does, so will I
  • Legolas will look mildly concerned for the entire movie
  • as always
  • the bats are there and won’t be forgotten
  • FILI
  • FILI
  • We’re all going to die
ellie's positivity post of the day

positive things that have happened lately simultaneous to all my crying and bad news and etc!!! 
today i got a postcard from jenn in the mail and i  LOVE h er!!!! i am constantly filled with adoration for her and its nice to feel full up like that even if means spending a lot of time being scared that she doesnt know how much i love her lol! its worth it!! also i had baskin robins today and it rocked!! 


 jiarra came over to give me a beautiful lamp she made for my bday and an oreo cheese cake and made a cute bday banner and she rules and makes me feel less dense!! ! 


also its basically been my birthday for over a month now which is the best! 

this weekend i also i went to st. pete over the bridge with balloonpony and ufo-trip to pick out the new addition to their family and the view was beautiful even tho it makes me nervous that in that moment dolphins were on either side of me and i was basically in a dolphin water sandwich 


anyway I had the honor of meeting the beautiful enigmatic charming  Sweetie Belle who i can tell will be my friend in the future 


and sprinkle wound up to be an enormously strong muscle hunk….  i didnt know snails were so beefy but they have managed to throw around all the rocks and plants and little dishes ive put in there and its silly. 

i am quite literally surrounded by love support and kindness on a day to day basis and i am really grateful for it. ive connected to a lot of old ppl and new ppl and both are rewarding and wonderful like luci and bridgie and katye and dayare and all the cute professors i have! my parents are being very sweet and supportive of me and sending me little gifts all the time. i should do these positivity posts more often but habits exhaust me lately but regardless i just wanna document that in very lows there are still high highs to be found!!!! im not givin up on u mother earth! im still revving up and excited to be alive in this amusement park called life! xoxo gossip ellie 
On Respecting Promises

Now that we’ve reached or funding goal, I want to make sure as many of the promises that we made come true.

First of all http://thatshirtwascash.com is now selling Vivian James T-Shirts. As I said Vivian James is a product of /v/ it’s not our intellectual property. But I think it should be a sign of what it means to be a gamer.


This Vivian James shirt signifies that the only defining trait of the gamer identity is a love of games. And all are welcome under that banner. You can purchase a copy at.


Profits from the shirt will go to American Foundation For Suicide Prevention, to protect those that have suffered from harassment. To show we are against harassment just as much as any other group.

And they have mousepads!!!!!!!!!!!!


Reddit Character.

Reddit raised enough money to get a character in the game. We went over their description, but we also released various pictures online. We measured how people reacted to them, and choose a design on the one with the most reaction. As such this is the character we came up with.

And we will try to work with the creator to have her appear in the game.



New Poster

Because 4chan did so much work, we’ve decided to generate a poster specifically for 4chan. We’ve working with a local artist to capture the feel for the “The Cathedral of Misogyny” and you can see his work in progress here. People will be able to choose this poster as one of their prizes as perks.



Meeting the Development Team

Autobotika wanted people to actually meet the development team. But they wanted to speak to everyone in their language. As such we recorded them in Spanish, please turn on subtitles to understand why this project was important to them.

Neptune, or, The Tragedy of Veronica, Daughter of Mars, Epilogue.

[The curtain rises on an empty stage, with the five heraldic banners of the city still hanging overhead—the green and gold sailing ship of NEPTUNE, the blue castle of KANE, the copper candle of MARS, the silver hammer of ECHOLLS, the red quill of HEARST. VERONICA MARS enters left, hands at her sides, and walks to center stage, where she stops under the banner of NEPTUNE, studying the audience.

She begins.]

So gray the skies, and wash away the shame
Of heritage, deception and betrayal;
Of all we’ve done, and all we’ve come to blame
On nature in the telling of this tale.
So gray the skies, and bring at last the rain;
Let all the heavens weep at what they’ve seen.
The innocence we’ve lost, we can’t regain,
And bloodied hands shall nevermore be clean.

[A spotlight comes on under the banner of MARS, revealing KEITH.]

Now gray the skies, and let the past be past;
Put paid the debts of all we leave behind.
These bitter years have gone so very fast—
Cling now to what redemption you can find,
For good intentions pave the road to Hell,
And our intentions were the best of all.
We leave one tale untold for each we tell.
Now gray the skies, and let this city fall.

[A spotlight comes on under the banner of ECHOLLS, revealing LOGAN.]

What, gray the skies? There’s nothing left to save,
No way to wash away these scars and stains.
The wounds we bear, we’ll take down to the grave,
To sleep at last, when nothing else remains.
Was pride our sin, or heritage alone,
Original, incurable as blood?
Let he who’s sinless cast the final stone.
What, gray the skies? That’s never done us good.

[A spotlight comes on under the banner of HEARST, revealing WALLACE.]

We can’t return to what we’ve left behind,
The vaunted innocence of days gone by.
The dreamer’s glass that lingers in the mind,
Reflects the past, and makes of truth a lie.
Were our hands cleaner then? They must have been.
We’d had far fewer chances to go wrong…
Yet I believe we’re stronger for our sin.
An angel never falls, but can’t belong.

[A spotlight comes on under the banner of KANE, revealing the empty stage. VERONICA and LOGAN turn towards it. LOGAN clenches his fist. VERONICA closes her eyes. Both turn back towards the audience.]

How many days have passed since first she fell,
Since days to years transformed, with her still gone?

This bitter tale she did not live to tell,
But left us here, to live, and carry on.
Remember her. She was the Queen of May.
She left us with a lily in her hand.

They say that nothing good can ever stay—
So what says that of us, who have to stand,
Who grow more tarnished night by passing night?
She lived so fast, she fell just like a star,
And could not stay…

And would not stay…

Or fight.

[WEEVIL enters, and walks to stop between WALLACE and KEITH.]

It’s us who have to live with what we are.

We’ll never end the tale of Lilly Kane;
It echoes on forever in our hearts,
And in the end, when only ghosts remain,
Let all men yet recall, we played our parts.
But do not think that Lilly was the last—
Her death was but the first step on this road.

What’s past is never truly dead, or past.
The bill will come for everything that’s owed.

[MAC enters, and walks to stop between KEITH and VERONICA.]

This tale began without me on the stage;
I came in Autumn. Lilly died in spring.
Yet I have been a rat in Neptune’s cage,
And dearly paid, who did not do a thing.
When love turns cold, and lover’s hands to ice,
When infant lives are minted coin to burn…
I’ve paid enough. I’ve made my sacrifice.
What now I know, I never asked to learn.

We bear our ghosts like wounds that will not heal.

Their phantom kisses linger on our lips.

Their sweet embraces, aching and unreal,
The loss with which we cannot come to grips.

The golden girl whose bridal veil became
The shroud to bear her downward into sleep;
Her daughter is another ghost, in name,
The treasure of an exiled prince to keep.

The trophy bride who never had a chance.

The broken boy who fell to dust at last.

The teacher caught by jealous circumstance.

The servant of the law who died so fast.

[PIZ enters, and walks to stop between LOGAN and VERONICA.]

I am a stranger here, will always be;
I do not chart my course to Neptune’s tides,
Nor find my peace within this sounding sea,
Nor wish to see the things which Neptune hides…
But tarnish does not change that gold is gold,
Nor past events deny the future’s grace.
Their ghosts are in the past. That tale is told.
There’s nothing but the future left to face.

Where fathers lie.

Where mothers break their vows.

Where lovers leave.

Where villains take their bows.

Where leopard’s spots can never truly change.

Where hearts betray, and love is never fair.

Where truth is more than fiction can arrange.

[VERONICA looks towards the KANE banner; the spotlight goes out.]

Remember, she wore lilies in her hair.

What, now I start in death, and end in dark?
No fitting monument—this tale was mine.

[The spotlight comes back up, revealing LILLY KANE standing beneath the KANE banner. She laughs.]

It’s true, I only sketched a single arc,
But in the end, all arcs will intertwine.
Had I but lived…ah, wishes are for fools.
What’s in the past, we never can undo,
And time has come for life to start again,
Release the past, let all things start anew.
So live! Move on! And just…remember when.

[LILLY turns, walking off the stage.]

My wounds will heal.

I’ll leave this place behind.

I’ll never go; this town will be my tomb.

We’ll cleave to all the comfort we can find.

We’ll hope for life to finally resume.

[MAC and WALLACE break from their places and walk to VERONICA. The three embrace; MAC and WALLACE exit.]

What Neptune owns, it never will release.
What Neptune claims, it never will let go.

Yet in the end, I pray we will find peace.

The light is dim.

Hope lingers even so.

[KEITH and WEEVIL break from their places and walk to VERONICA. She embraces KEITH, hesitates, then embraces WEEVIL. KEITH and WEEVIL exit.]

What wrong we’ve done, I ask that you forgive;
What wounds we’ve dealt, I ask you set aside.
Remember that our virtues will outlive
The failings we have tried so hard to hide.
We end our tale today, in bitter rain—
Are you content with how this story ends?
I leave you with this bittersweet refrain:
There was a time when all of us were friends.

[LOGAN and PIZ both look to VERONICA. PIZ looks away first. VERONICA shakes her head, and both walk off the stage, leaving her alone. She turns once more to face the audience.]

I’ve been a thief to catch a thief before;
No shame in stealing from a man who steals.
So as I show you to the final door,
Another’s words will finish our ordeals.

[VOICES ring out from offstage, shouting.]

The King rises!

Give o’er the play!

Give me some light: away!

[VERONICA joins them, and they shout the last in unison.]

Lights, lights, lights!

[The spotlights go out; the stage is black; silence.


(The final lines are from Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act III, Scene II. Shakespeare was a famous thief, and regularly swiped bits he liked from other poets and plays. A fitting end.

Ladies and gentlemen, goodnight.)