IT’S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY

I T S T H E M I D D L E O F J U N E

I T I S H A L L O W E E N T I M E T O G E T S P O O K Y

ok who the fuck got this on my dash it’s still june

get spooky

how does this appear every june

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 one of those scenes you nebulously get when you’re ten and comes up and punches you in the face when you’re thirty.

Molly Grue is a Hero. I don’t just mean she’s heroic; I mean that The Last Unicorn in book form explicitly defines what a hero should be, and she meets that definition. Specifically, she’s  Lír’s mentor in what it means to be a hero. The book doesn’t explicitly say this about Molly, and I don’t know that this is something Beagle was conscious of as he wrote; and yet. There’s this scene in the book:

Molly spent a long time thinking her role in life was the Hero’s Lady. She shacked up with Captain Cully because she thought he was a hero and that was her role, but over time as she came to understand how un-heroic he was, she became bitter and derisive, pointing out what the true order of things was. Like, let’s go back to her first scene where Cully is explaining to Schmendrick how he and his men all hate King Haggard, and one day Haggard will have to pay “such a reckoning”:

And within a day Molly Grue has met the Unicorn, set out on a quest with her (and doesn’t bat an eyelash when she learns they’re going directly to Haggard’s castle), and becomes a pivotal player in destroying King Haggard and the Red Bull.

Molly understands “the order of things” when Schmendrick doesn’t. When the Red Bull is about to beat the Unicorn, Schmendrick’s all, “Welp, shit happens, so long,” and it’s Molly who yells and screams at him that this must not happen, how he might have been an inadequate charlatan all his life before this, but this is the moment when he HAS to draw deep on his true power and save her. So he does. And when he does, Molly understands how absolutely terrible becoming human is for the Unicorn, which Schmendrick doesn’t–even though he heard the Unicorn say that Nikos would have done better to let a unicorn die than make it into a man, and she didn’t.

Molly’s work in Haggard’s castle is fairy-tale like in nature, somewhere between Cinderella (”My father sets you to the weariest work there is to do, and still you sing”) and the labours of Hercules or the Biblical Israelites. According to the novel, “Molly Grue cooked and laundered, scrubbed stone, mended armor and sharpened swords; she chopped wood, milled flour, groomed horses and cleaned their stalls, melted down stolen gold and silver for the king’s coffers, and made bricks without straw.”

In reward for her work, several unprecedented things happen. Lír comments that “There has never been singing in this castle, or cats, or the smell of good cooking,” but now that Molly Grue has come, all these things have come to pass. And in the end, this work is pivotal–if Molly weren’t there, the cat wouldn’t have come; and without the cat, they never would have known how to find the Red Bull.

The point of fact is, Molly is able to do what she does for the Unicorn because she’s older, she’s more experienced, she’s weathered hardship and seen dreams broken, and knows what to hold on to and what to give up on. She knows that love is a very fine thing, but unicorns are something else.

And in the end, her reward is that her meeting with the Unicorn wasn’t the end of her story, when she had reached the end of her suitability for fairytales; The Last Unicorn is Molly and Schmendrick, who have lived for some time already, coming to their beginnings, and setting them on the path for their next story, for the real work of their adult lives.

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Here, put this candy in your annoying mouth and shut the fuck up.

They’re like adult pacifiers

Same thing was done in Brighton where people were given kitkats as they leave nightclubs because you need both hands to eat them, plus obvs eating.

Other cities would also have mounted police on horses patrolling the streets. Nothing to do with needing to add police presence, they realised drunk people see a horse and go “Ooh Horsies” and stroke the horse. It would distract people from fighting in queues for taxis.

I have witnessed the horse thing in action! for a short amount of time I went clubbing regularly, and being the only person who hated the taste of alcohol I usually just ended up observing the behaviour of the native drunk wildlife, like some sort of Jane Goodall of inebriated students. It was educational.

By far one of the best nights was out in Cardiff, and when we left the club there was, indeed, a horsie and the absolutely immediate, instinctual response of the first dozen people to leave the club (and therefore the first to see this) was to form a group around the door to tell everyone who was leaving the whole pack  going shhshshhsh there’s. there’s A HORSIE don’t. don’t make a noise don’t scare the horsie :’( and everyone leaving the club INSTANTLY quieted the fuck down like even the ones who were fight-me-im-drunk drunk got calmly surpressed by their friends and redirected their energy. Many people did go and pet the horsie who was clearly very well trained and the whole thing was thoroughly impressive and really very moving :’D

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Library fines have gotten really weird since the change in management…

Little bat sleeping in the Camas Public Library 🦇📚

Beautiful library in Munich Bavaria

© Thomas

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A comic to try and sort through some difficult feelings about being an artist and a reminder to not forget who you are.

C’on art kids…we can do it.

Kitty pick-up test with the local kitties

If my dreams were real

theres a pink blue and white flower at rhe grocery store i have to make. a joke

call that a transplant

Phrases I bet were said on the Batcave without context.

Duke: So you had enough time to put a dinosaur here but not to cover the endless pit of death?

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Babs (To Dick in the Batman suit): Do not kiss me wearing that it freaks me out.

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Jason: Okay. Got it you have a plan. Great. But before we all follow it I have to ask– is that a fucking cow?

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Damian: I admit. I haven't misplanned how to get Batcow out of the cave.

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Alfred: Master Bruce there's a lot of courage in trying to tell me how to take care of the kid you won't clean up after.

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Tim (to the Jason's memorial): Stop looking at me like that.

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Jason (to the Jason's memorial): Stop looking at me like that.

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Superman (first time there): You know I'm not surprised.

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Bruce (In the middle of a video call with the Justice league and hearing the loudest argument from upstairs): Give me a second.

Bruce: DO NOT MAKE ME GO UP THERE

Silence.

Bruce: As I was saying–

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13 year old Tim: Okay, hear me out– That might sound a little crazy. But what about. . . pants. Same thing, same suit, but with pants

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Bruce (being paranoid): I'm not being paranoid.

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Jason, looking at the Batcomputer: Ever tried to run GTA on this thing?

Tim: You are a danger to society,

Tim: And a coward. Try Skyrim.

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20 something Nightwing visiting: Why are you awake?

15 year old Jason: Why are you dressed as the lost member of the village people?

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Batman: I thought you were on a family vacation.

13 year old Tim: So did my parents– Look at what I found on the Two-Face case.

Duke: How did you join the family?

Tim (deadpan): They found me wandering around in the caves and wouldn't give me directions to leave

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Jason: How long do you think till someone hits the bottom if they fall into one of the pits in the Cave?

*4 hours later*

Dick: Four hours. Tim was right

Bruce: Where's Tim?

Jason: Proving a hypothesis. You might want to call Superboy, by the way.

Dick: And an ambulance.

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"Which one of you idiots left french fries all over my case files??"

"Tim. What question did you ask me when you walked in right now?"

"Where did my jokerized fries go?"

"..."

"...well? You have to know the answer to at least one of them, Steph"

"..."

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"If someone falls into a gaping hole in the Cave and hits the ground, and no one is there to hear it, do they make a sound?"

"Let's not repeat last Wednesday, Tim"

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Dick (joking): Can we search up Superman/Batman fanfic on the Batcomputer?

Bruce (completely serious): That won't work

Dick: How would you know Bruce?

Dick: Bruce. Answer me.

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Bruce (tired): Why did you lick the blood stained knife?

Dick : Because I thought it was ketchup

Bruce: A ketchup stained knife??

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Bruce (tired): Why did you lick the blood stained knife?

Jason: Because Steph dared me to. Duh

Bruce: I hate my life

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Bruce (almost crying): Tim. Please. Why did you lick that blood stained knife??

Tim: ...it was blood stained??!

they hate me because i'm silly and so intense at the same time

what day in march sylvia,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,sylvia please,,,,,,,,,,,what day in march