the new budweiser clydes commercial for the super bowl I’m crying omg
BEST COMMERCIAL IVE EVER SEEN. THIS DESCRIBES MY ENTIRE LIFE OKAY.
Oh my GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! I am like crying right now! :’) Story of my life!
I cannot stop bawling my eyes out. T_T
Oh. Okay. So I just cried at a Budweiser commercial. So that happened.
BUT. I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS. ;____________________;
”Don’t leave me here alone. Don’t go where I can’t follow.”
nothing hurts more than being ignored by cats on the street
“If I should return, think better of me, father.”
It must be why he worries about them more than the rest of the Fellowship, in my opinion.
Pft! I’m so not crying myself while making this gifset ;w; Insomnia antics I tell you
Wow, way to put my heart in a blender at six in the morning.
I was perfectly fine until I saw this damnit
friendly reminder that Frodo’s parents drowned when he was 12
and he’s seeing his best friend almost drown
feels. have some.
Not ok. Never ok.
The Lord of the Rings Meme | ten scenes (2/10)
Farewell to Lórien.
This is my favorite fucking scene.
If you’ve read the Silmarillion, you know who Fëanor was. If you don’t, Fëanor was the dickhead who created the Silmarils: three indescribably beautiful and magical jewels that contained the light and essence of the world before it became flawed. They were the catatlyst for basically every important thing that happened in the First Age of Middle Earth.
It is thought that the inspiration for the Silmarils came to Fëanor from the sight of Galadriel’s shining, silver-gold hair.
He begged her three times for single strand of her beautiful hair. And every time, Galadriel refused him. Even when she was young, Galadriel’s ability to see into other’s hearts was very strong, and she knew that Fëanor was filled with nothing but fire and greed.
Fast forward to the end of the Third Age.
Gimli, visiting Lorien, is also struck by Galadriel’s beauty. During the scene where she’s passing out her parting gifts to the Fellowship, Galadriel stops empty-handed in front of Gimli, because she doesn’t know what to offer a Dwarf. Gimli tells her: no gold, no treasure… just a single strand of hair to remember her beauty by.
She gives him three. Three.
And this is why Gimli gets to be an Elf Friend, people. Because Galadriel looks at him and thinks he deserves what she refused the greatest Elf who ever lived—- and then twice that. And because he has no idea of the significance of what she’s just given him, but he’s going to treasure it the rest of his life anyway.
Just look at that smile on Legolas’s face in the last panel. He gets it. He knows the backstory. And I’m pretty sure this is the moment he reconsiders whether Elves and Dwarves can’t be friends after all.My, would you just look at the time, it’s LotR emotions o’clock.
Fuck fuck fuck I am so ready for The Hobbit aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh
The Really Nice Story about Sherlock, John and Reichenbach Valley. (in pictures)
"People wonder…‘What’s there?’ – I don’t know. A mystery is there. Maybe you like mysteries."
This was the cover of the first Metal Hurlant I ever saw. I was — what — 14, and on a French Exchange to Paris and this beautiful magazine filled with comics opened my mind to what comics could be, and the art of Jean Giraud, AKA Moebius, made it so powerful and perfect. He drew different stories in different styles, and everything was beautiful. I bought a copy. I could only afford the one copy, but one was enough.
I couldn’t actually figure out what the stories were about, but I figured that was because my French wasn’t up to it.
I read the magazine over and over and envied the French because they had everything I dreamed of in comics - beautifully drawn, visionary and literate comics, for adults. I just wished my French was better, so I could understand the stories (which I knew would be amazing).
I wanted to make comics like that when I grew up.
I read them when I was in my 20s, in translation, and discovered that they weren’t actually brilliant stories. More like stream-of-consciousness art meets Ionesco absurdism. Didn’t matter. The damage had long since been done.
I met Jean Giraud on a couple of occasions. He was sweet and gentle and really… I don’t know. Spiritual is not a word I use much, mostly because it feels so very misused these days, but I’d go with it for him.
We wanted to work together. I wrote the Sandman: Endless Nights story DEATH IN VENICE for him to draw, but his health got bad, so P. Craig Russell drew it. Moebius’s health improved a little, and he asked if I could write him a very short story, perhaps 8 pages, and make them all posters, so I wrote the DESTINY story in Endless Nights for him. His health took a turn for the worse, and Frank Quitely drew it. And both Craig and Frank made magic with their stories, but somewhere inside I was sad, because I’d hoped to work with Moebius.
And now I never shall.
RIP Jean Giraud, 8 May 1938 - 10 March 2012