Some lighter BOTFA Thoughts

Everyone has been writing their reviews after seeing “The Battle of the Five Armies” and I wanted to write one too, but it’s proving difficult. My first impressions aren’t always lasting impressions, so I can’t really wrap my head around the movie until I see it again. Also, I had a strong reaction to seeing this character die. I’ve never seen a RA character die in real time before, the others were long after their original air dates.  Somewhere along the way I transferred a lot of different things onto Thorin’s death that didn’t really belong to him: my “adventure” in this fandom, my admiration for Richard himself, the ending of not only this trilogy but all of Middle-Earth. so instead of burying myself in all of that angst, I’m going to share my lighter thoughts of the movie instead.

Random BOTFA Thoughts:

⭐ Laketown=Esgaroth. not that this fact matters much but how did I not realize this? because you skim over all the place names at lightening speed so you won’t run the risk of trying to pronounce them and screwing up horribly later. Out Loud.

⭐ We know from LOTR that Galadriel is married. when does she get married? because there is some crackling chemistry going on between her and Gandalf in these movies! I’d go more for Elrond, myself. he’s got it together, with his shiny armor and waterfall wonderland. and he’s so intellectual, knowing all those ancient prophesies and reading moon runes.



if I was into Elves, that is. because I’m so totally not *fidgets nervously*


ETA: Wiki tells me that Galadriel was indeed married long before the events in The Hobbit BUT: Galadriel is Elrond’s mother-in-law.


⭐ Now let’s talk about Azog and his accessorizing arm. he has us all fooled, he’s not some wild barbarian but a metrosexual in disguise! that wasn’t just some rudimentary claw in the first movie, that was his camping hand. he was getting ready to pop some marshmallows on those tongs when his men so rudely interrupted.

what do you mean you forgot the graham crackers?!
what do you mean you forgot the chocolate?!

he’s showing off his shiny sportsman’s blade in this movie, so I’m sure he has a spongy Nerf attachment for when he’s just chilling at home too. and something classy for his days at the office?

 "so, what do you do? I'm into, uh, well, murders and executions, mostly."
“so, what do you do?
I’m into, uh, well, murders and executions, mostly.”

⭐ Confession: I rather liked off-balance Thorin. the way he flipped from bad to good, talking about himself in third person gave me a thrill. I should probably examine that internally but I’m just going to leave it alone for now.

good plan

⭐ Kili & Tauriel and The Bridges of Esgaroth County: I see you reaching for that door handle, girly. Go! screw those family commitments, choose Love! get in the boat! ignore blondie and make the right decision for once, Kate! wait…what island are we on again?

I'm just not sure anymore, Merry
I’m not sure anymore, Merry, I’m just not sure

⭐ Then there was a bunch of really heartfelt and inspiring stuff that I can’t bring myself to make fun of (the House of Durin charge anyone? Badass with a capital B!)

we're not gonna take it, no we ain't gonna take it, we're not gonna take it anymore
we’re not gonna take it! no, we ain’t gonna take it! we’re not gonna take it anymore!

⭐ Which then leads to Thorin’s demise, which I can’t make fun of either. oh wait, except for when Azog fell into the water and everyone but Thorin knew that he wasn’t dead. Action-Thriller 101: if you don’t see them die, they aren’t dead.

 no proof, no truth.
no proof, no truth.

⭐ Then…My King died. and I cried all the tears. I was okay until Bilbo sobbed, then I was done. the waterworks spilled forth and would not stop!


so when Tauriel mourned the loss of Kili, I internally screamed “I don’t care! you hardly knew him!” and when Legolas would just not shut up about his childhood, I groaned “be quiet you twit!! you’re not even supposed to be here!”


and when the lights came back on at the end of the movie and Billy Boyd started singing his lovely song amidst the beautiful hand drawn images of the cast, I jumped up and told husband “we have to leave now or you’ll have to physically carry me out.”


the next few days were complete and utter shite (duff? naff?) with family drama and fandom drama.

me on the 6 hour car ride to my parent’s house

⭐ But never fear! all was right with the world again on Christmas morning when I opened up my Pop! Thorin.

what took you so long? I got stuck in traffic
“what took you so long? I was stuck in traffic”


we’ve been inseparable ever since


if my 10 year old doesn’t quit stealing him for a laugh though, there could be trouble. children…



It’s the Little Things

The Battle of the Five Armies promo blitz is upon us.

Are we having fun yet?

me, browsing my Twitter timeline
me, browsing my Twitter timeline

Promotional Tours have trouble holding my attention. I absorb things at a much slower pace. I’d rather click on something out of genuine curiosity than obligation. When things are thrown at me all at once, it just becomes too much. I like seeing the different clothes Richard turns up in and I enjoy reading/viewing the various interviews but I need to do it on my own time frame.

he likes colorful socks...Oof! *gets taken down by furry Emu*
he likes colorful socks…Oof! *gets taken down by furry Emu*

This is not to say that I don’t fangirl, that I don’t get excited about things. the things I prefer are just slightly lower-key. This summer when a performance of The Crucible was cancelled and Richard unexpectedly showed up to converse with fans, casually dressed in a baseball cap


and jeans that made his legs look miles long


I had a meltdown! I was seriously excited, like Beatle Mania kind of excited. over a hat.


and even though the stories that came pouring in about how affecting John Proctor was in his intensity made me puff up with well-wishing pride, Gary Morris(I know it’s “Fuller” but I like Morris better) in his starched slacks entranced me so much that I found myself willingly attending a Tornado flick. My family suspects Voodoo Magic, it’s the only reasonable explanation.

"I'm nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour cream"
“I’m nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour cream”

My approach to photoshoots are similar. An overall image may grab my attention initially but it’s the little things in them that will really cement a photo into my consciousness.

veins in the hand
those veins in the hand

the blue LV sweater is a prime example. I never recoiled from it like so many others did but I could take it or leave it. as it became a more familiar sight though, I found myself really drawn in by it. Richard in that sweater conveys a strong sense of virility: the contrast of the heavy sweater against the forearms, the bulk it adds to his commanding stride, the touch of whimsy it stands against in the superhero tone.

love that expression!
love that expression!

As the BOTFA promos and premieres continue, I will be reading spoilers and I will be sighing over suits


and I will be perusing the interviews in hopes that my RA will make an appearance:

TPS: were you required to wear any prosthetics? you have a sizable nose in the films

RA: umm…that’s actually my nose

TPS: oh, is it

RA: no, I’m kidding! I’m joking!

TPS: oh, God [… ] I nearly sank through the floor

but all in moderation. after it’s all said and done I’ll go back and savor all the things that I missed, spread them out over the dry months ahead. RichardArmitageCentral and RichardArmitageNet make this very easy and convenient. BIG THANKS go out to the special people who collect and archive for these sites so brilliantly ❤

if Richard shows up in the funky button jeans though, I will not be held responsible for my actions.

decorum? what decorum?

*interview excerpt from audio of The Picture Show interview on Irish Radio.