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DROID, PLEASE.

@hippity-hoppity-brigade / hippity-hoppity-brigade.tumblr.com

white, nonbinary (they/them), ace aro.
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I think last year's Dracula Daily was nice for introducing Jonathan's character to an audience that humanized him. It feels vindicating to share an indignation about adaptations that either water him down into a retrofitted perception of a "typical Victorian man" or use him as trauma bait/queerbait to be killed off in the first act.

My hope is that we do that with Mina this time, because she has also been done dirty by adaptations when she is actually the heart of the entire novel and the most instrumental figure in defeating the titular villain. She's been sidelined entirely or watered down to victim or swooning love interest for Dracula when in her own right she is a dynamic and complex character. Even well-intentioned adaptors often make her a one-dimensional avatar of womanhood where she is the token girl in a group of chauvinist men. Mina is not defined solely as Jonathan's love, and her love for him does not diminish her as a character. Her intimate relationship with Lucy is also worthy of exploration and need not be sidelined in favor of her relationships to men. Basically she contains multitudes and her time in the spotlight is long overdue.

I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.

My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813

*electric guitar riff*

And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like

Some people have been wondering about the raccoon. Listen. Listennn. Don't ask about the raccoon.

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But does the racoon survive the Uruk-Hai? Does he curl up on Aragorn's head, or does he go straight to Faramir? Does he bite Denethor?

My friend. My colleague. My brother my captain my king. I too have been pondering this question, and in my mind there can be only one ultimate outcome.

A few months later

All hail the High Warden of Gondor.

Epilogue: It ADORES Faramir.

I’m going to wear this on my head like a raccoon and show everyone

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UGH is is literally so much to ask that I have time and money to learn how to tailor clothes and embroider and knit and make cakes and bake bread and do makeup and hair and nails and do all my own diy projects around the house and

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like I know this is probably so hard to make but my brain says I could do that and I need to do that

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btw since this I have been beautifully and painfully trying to learn to cook, crochet, sew, paint etc and oh boy am I mediocre at a bunch of things but I’m having fun

star wars wants to cross a river but cannot swim, so it asks me to carry it across. i hesitate, afraid that star wars might sting me, but star wars promises not to, pointing out that it would drown if it killed me in the middle of the river. i consider this argument sensible and agree to transport star wars. midway across the river, star wars stings me anyway, dooming us both. dying, i ask star wars why it stung despite knowing the consequence, to which star wars replies: “i am sorry…it is my nature”