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I felt like I should be picked up by a horse-drawn sleigh any minute
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The whole point of Xena’s character, of course, is that she really kind of enjoys murdering the shit out of people and it takes conscious force of will on her part to hold herself back from doing so when it’s not moral, and Lucy Lawless plays that so well. And I appreciate that. Not a lot of female characters who are allowed to just go fucking feral with bloodlust.
Xena basically frames hatred and violence as a sort of addiction, and I actually think that this is a more sophisticated treatment of a redemption arc than most other stories I’ve seen on the subject.
Gabriella: Oh noes, crisis of the week!
Xena: Not to worry, I have a solution!
Gabriella: Is it murder?
Xena: I mean, its not-not… Yes, its murder, but for a good cause.
Grabriella: *angry pout*
Xena: Very well emotional-support-bard. We shall try wacky shenanigans first.
Gabriella: Don’t worry Xena, we’ll get you thirty days without murder for sure this time!
Narrator: Xena would not get her red murder-sobriety chip this time.
I always remember the quote from Lucy Lawless, about Xena as she first appeared which is from a great interview in general about her work.
She was a warlord. She was worse than any of the creeps that worked for her. I think a lot of the good men — namely, Hercules — made her see the light. Then she didn’t want to kill people any more, mate. She wanted to love people instead.
But she’d done such terrible things in her past — she knew she was irredeemable. She was a flawed hero.
I remember discussing with the executive producer [Robert Tapert], whom I’m married to today, that Hercules is the hero you hope is out there somewhere, and Xena is the hero within every man — the flawed hero — which is a cool thing to be. It’s very interesting to play a character that is not all good.
is there a regional dish specific to the region you live in or grew up in that you particularly like?
Is there a regional dish specific to the region you live in or grew up in that you particularly like?
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i don't care if it's nazis, mormons, or a bunch of misguided autistic people. if anyone ever tries to tell you your soul is from another planet and you're actually part of the class of impressive people that secretly did everything cool in the world but is now extinct and lives on through your broken genome, you RUN. YOU WILL RUN AWAY. YOU WILL SPRINT FULL SPEED AWAY FROM THAT.
grabs you by the shoulders listen. listen to my words. i understand the urge to make fanfiction about yourself and to find a reality in which you're super awesome and great and everyone who hates you is wrong and dumb. i get it. you're better than that. you can love yourself without putting other people down, dehumanizing and generalizing, and retaliating against your oppressors.
there's no NPCs. there's no aliens coming to save us. we're not the next step in human evolution. our hyperconnected nervous systems give us terrible sensory overwhelm more often than they make us geniuses. neurotypical people are sentient, conscious, aware people who are capable of understanding you. we're more the same than we are different. we're more the same than we are different. we're more the same than we are different.
Some snicky goblins have asked fervently for some Arwen and Aragorn illustrations. I had been inspired, so there is two other more to come 👀
I love making these - let me know in comments/reblogs where you'd sit! :)
objectively the best seat is between Merry and Pippin because Pippin will absolutely tell you a banger of a story and Merry will absolutely have packed the best plane snacks your mind has ever comprehended and he will share them, but if I sit between Arwen and Aragorn I will spend the whole flight attempting to open their minds to the possibility of putting me in that sandwich
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you know. i must say that this is true for me as well
Not to start discourse but I will be forever mad that every time I go into the Goncharov tag I see people complaining that they watched the movie expecting a soft queer romcom about pure cinnamon rolls and instead they got a complex and violent film about deeply flawed people where everyone dies.
By all means, engage in fandom however you choose. But don’t blame the source material for not being consistent with some random fanon on tumblr. Kinda wild to get mad that the movie about violent, morally dark grey criminals has violence, crime and moral greyness in it. You know? Also, imho given the time this movie was made, the queer coding was daring; this is NOT an example of queerbaiting.
TIL a family in Georgia claimed to have passed down a song in an unknown language from the time of their enslavement; scientists identified the song as a genuine West African funeral song in the Mende language that had survived multiple transmissions from mother to daughter over multiple centuries (x)
In 1997 Amelia’s daughter, Mary Moran, and other members of the Moran family were invited to Sierra Leone, West Africa, where they were welcomed in Freetown by Sierra Leone’s President and then flown by helicopter to the country’s interior. There, in the small village of Senehun Ngola, Mary and Bendu Jabati met and sang this song together for the first time. Years earlier, Bendu’s grandmother had told her that this song, which had been passed down in her village from mother to daughter for centuries, would one day reunite her to long-lost relatives.
In addition to finding out where in Africa her ancestors were abducted into slavery, Mary Moran discovered the meaning of the Mende song: a processional hymn for the final farewell to the spirit, it was sung in Senehun Ngola by women as they prepared the body of a loved one for burial.
(The OP's link leads to a site with a recording of the song sung by both Mary Moran and her mother, Amelia)
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