Steve is trying to get Eddie to focus and he knows that Eddie listens when his fantasy stuff is involved.
“Okay, so this is gonna be tough, but you got this. Just don’t let it get to your head, you know? Like when..what’s his name.. Frollo. He slid into Mordor and he was supposed to bring their team to victory.”
“It’s Frodo. And he what..??”
“You know! They got to Mordor and it all came down to him and he was in prime position to shoot a three pointer but he choked and it almost cost him the game.”
“Why..why is this making sense to me..what are you doing to me right now.”
“Eds, focus! So Frodo was going to score a three point win for the game, seconds left on the clock. And then that Gollock dude-”
“Gollum, sweetheart, I know you know these names-”
“Yeah, uh huh ok, Gollum, just snatched the ring away like he was stealing the ball and if it wasn’t for Sam, he never woulda snapped out of it and won them the championship.”
“Okay, that is not how that went-”
“The point of the matter is teamwork, and you don’t have to do all of this alone!”
“No, I get that, but actually keep talking nerdy to me babe this is kinda working for me.”
In the film adaptation of The Fellowship of the Ring, Frodo gets stabbed by a troll’s spear, and there’s this big dramatic scene where he reveals that he’s been wearing Bilbo’s old mithril corslet under his shirt the whole time.
In the book, Frodo doesn’t tell anyone about the mithril corslet until much later, as the Fellowship is busy running for their lives at the time, and the orcs aren’t kind enough to pause their assault for long enough for the Fellowship to have a mid-battle bonding moment:
Aragorn picked up Frodo where he lay by the wall and made for the stair, pushing Merry and Pippin in front of him. The others followed; but Gimli had to be dragged away by Legolas: in spite of the peril he lingered by Balin’s tomb with his head bowed. Boromir hauled the eastern door to, grinding upon its hinges: it had great iron rings on either side, but could not be fastened.
“I am all right,” gasped Frodo. “I can walk. Put me down!”
Aragorn nearly dropped him in amazement. “I thought you were dead!” he cried.
“Not yet!” said Gandalf. “But there is no time to wonder.”
Meaning that in the book version, for most of the span between the battle at Balin’s tomb and reaching Lothlórien, apart from Gandalf – who obviously figures it out straight away – the Fellowship have no idea how Frodo survived a troll-spear to the guts with nothing but bruised ribs to show for it. What did they think was going on?
You think you’re joking, but after the stabbing incident and before the mithril corslet is revealed, this exchange happens:
“Well,” said Aragorn, “I can only say that hobbits are made of a stuff so tough that I have never met the like of it. Had I known, I would have spoken softer in the Inn at Bree! That spear-thrust would have skewered a wild boar!”
“Well, it did not skewer me, I am glad to say,” said Frodo.
What I love most about Gandalf big naturals is how much it eases my chest dysphoria. I can sleep without a shirt on now because of Gandalf Big Naturals. Knowing that the artist made the original image while recovering from top surgery and said the image was like a final parting gift from their boobs makes me feel even better about the imageās effect on me. Men with big naturals makes me feel much more good about my body than those old posts on here that were like ātrans men! Some men have pecs!!! So donāt feel dysphoric <3ā. Itās much more meaningful to see a hairy, bearded man with a huge H cup rack not letting his tits get in the way of his masculinity.
Most of all, Gandalf Big Naturals helped me love my body the way it is instead of hating something thatās a part of me. Of course I still want top surgery but the fact that I can live with my own big naturals until then without wanting to guillotine them off is really important.
blood being frequently described as having a ācoppery smellā in fiction is kind of funny considering that there is a metallic component to blood and itās not copper
in fact if your blood smells or tastes like copper you probably have more urgent things to worry about than it being outside your body. itās probably better that itās not inside you anymore actually.
story where blood is described as smelling or tasting ācopperyā and itās actually early foreshadowing that all the characters are suffering from heavy metal poisoning
I totally get why youth librarians weed out the most mid YA of 1986 in favor of shit kids will actually probably like, but I did love going into the library as a kid and just being like. Sure. Iāll read a book about a teen girl who hangs out at the mall and falls in love with a guy in a potato mascot costume.
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