Did some sketches of Cassandra, still working on her name.
I think this is the design I’m going with for her.
It’s the early 00s. I’m living in Bath, and I’m in Moles club. This isn’t unusual. It’s Thursday, so I’m going to be in this place, which basically does the indie-club-with-bands thing better than any place I’ve ever been in my life.
Something else is happening this evening - the Three Tenors are playing the park. The vast majority of the town seems to be there, at this enormous public event - basically, it seems like everyone other than us. We’re in this hole beneath the ground, dancing and sweating and doing the usual.
2am hits. There’s a crowd-sized laugh as the DJ drops NESSUN DORMA.
Queue communal faux-opera singing. In the middle of this, one guy climbs onto one of the small tables, and thrusts his arms forward, as if he’s on the prow of a viking longboat. Four or five friends gather around, and push the table forward. The guy doesn’t change his pose, and is propelled triumphantly towards the centre of the dancefloor. The entire club goes on their knees, reaching out towards him in waves of hands.
The song reaches its climax. Everyone cheers, laughs and turns to go home.
The DJ drops Bowie’s HEROES.
Major turns minor, the crowd turns to each other and dances with all the sad tragedy that the song demands. Everything seems very precise and very meaningful, moving from a us-and-them, to an everyone, admitting difference while embracing a shared humanity and everything and everything and everything.
It’s not always the big things that seem big.
“You fool. No man can kill me.”
How many times am I allowed to reblog this before it gets weird?
Fun facts: Tolkien constructed this scene because he came out of Macbeth thinking that Shakespeare had missed a golden opportunity with the ”Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth” prophecy
Same thing applies to the Forest of Fangorn fucking up Isengard’s day.
Seriously Macbeth’s little prophecy loophole was bullshit you go Tolkien
The Evil Dead - Sam Raimi’s low budget camera rigs