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WALL·E (2008)
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WALL·E (2008)
Director - Andrew Stanton, Cinematography - Jeremy Lasky & Danielle Feinberg
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Title: WALL-E
Rating: G
Director: Andrew Stanton
Cast: Ben Burtt, Elissa Knight, Jeff Garlin, Fred Willard, John Ratzenberger, Kathy Najimy, Sigourney Weaver, Teddy Newton, Bob Bergen, John Cygan, Pete Docter, Paul Eiding, Donald Fullilove, Teresa Ganzel, Mickie McGowan, Laraine Newman, Lori Alan
Release year: 2008
Genres: science fiction, adventure
Blurb: WALL-E is the last robot left on an Earth that has been overrun with garbage, all humans having fled to outer space. For seven hundred years, he has continued to try and clean up the mess, but has developed some rather human-like qualities. When a ship arrives with a sleek new robot, WALL-E thinks he's finally found a friend, and stows away on the ship when it leaves.
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roskirambles · 5 months
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(Archive) Animated movie of the day: WALL·E (2008)
Originally posted: January 12nd, 2022 Yeah, we had to talk about Pixar at some point. While every movie goes through multiple iterations and changes over development, Pixar takes the concept to the extreme, with pitches that see the light of day pretty much over a decade from their first showing. This often leads to movies that are polished to a T in almost every aspect, which is the case here…sort of.
While I do consider this environmentalist piece a very nice film, with gorgeous visuals, endearing characters and a great sound design, I feel divided about its structure, themes, and just how it ends up as a whole.
Sure, every plot thread is connected, but this film clearly has two very different presentation styles and even in repeated viewings I can't help but feel the abrupt shift from a wordless narrative of a garbage collecting Earth robot bonding over time with a probe unit from space, and the high action/comedy heroics of the second. I like both for different reasons(preferring the first half) but the way they're integrated clashes a bit in my eyes, even if it may be an artistic choice of ironic contrast (the Earth is silent and Space is now noisy).
And then there's the themes. It's environmental discussion(and many other social criticisms it has), while ever relevant, feels undermined by Disney's greed. I can agree with the message(or at least the core ideas) but it's hard to not feel a bit conflicted. It's exploration of nostalgia is striking in it's simplicity though. With just a few images it says so much about this concept.
So, do I love something about the film without caveats? Well, WALL-E itself. This romantic of a robot is such lovable protagonist, and its caring nature is infectious. The relationship it has with EVE is so wholesome too, because it is defined by that attention and care.
I may not think the final blend of it's ingredients is seamless or flawless, but there's definitely a heart to it that makes it an uplifting watch.
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WALL-E (2008)
Directed by Andrew Stanton.
Starring Ben Burtt, Elissa Knight, Jeff Garlin, Sigourney Weaver, Pete Docter.
Genre: Animated, romance, science fiction, adventure.
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WALL·E (2008)
My rating: 8/10
I am never going to get that song out of my head.
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badmovieihave · 10 months
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Bad movie I have Wall-E 2008
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potatoesandsunshine · 1 month
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this anora/elissa situation is like.... 'i am surrounded by fear and uncertainty and i need someone suited to help me navigate this crisis'/'i am desperately looking for a reason to live and i might make you that reason'
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The Year of the Three Brides in The Rise of the Dragon  
The 49th year after Aegon’s Conquest gave the people of Westeros a welcome respite from the chaos and conflict that had gone before. It would be a year of peace, plenty, and marriage, remembered in the annals of the Seven Kingdoms as the Year of the Three Brides.
Rhaena Targaryen and Androw Farman The new year was but a fortnight old when news of the first of the three weddings came out of the west, from Fair Isle by the Sunset Sea. There, in a small swift ceremony under the sky, Rhaena Targaryen wed Androw Farman, the second son of the Lord of Fair Isle. It was the groom’s first marriage, the bride’s third. Though twice widowed, Rhaena was but twenty-six. Her new husband, just ten-and-seven, was notably younger, a comely and amiable youth said to be utterly besotted with his new wife. Their wedding was presided over by the groom’s father, Marq Farman, Lord of Fair Isle, and conducted by his own septon. Lyman Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, and his wife, Jocasta, were the only great lords in attendance. Two of Rhaena’s former favorites, Samantha Stokeworth and Alayne Royce, made their way to Fair Isle in some haste to stand with the widowed queen, together with the groom’s high-spirited sister, the Lady Elissa. The remainder of the guests were bannermen and household knights sworn to either House Farman or House Lannister. King and court remained entirely ignorant of the marriage until a raven from the Rock brought word, days after the wedding feast and the bedding that sealed the match.
Alyssa Velaryon and Rogar Baratheon When the day of the wedding finally arrived, more than forty thousand smallfolk ascended the Hill of Rhaenys to the Dragonpit to bear witness to the union of the Queen Regent and the Hand. (Some observers put the count even higher.) Thousands more cheered Lord Rogar and Queen Alyssa in the streets as their procession made its way across the city, attended by hundreds of knights on caparisoned palfreys, and columns of septas ringing bells. “Never has there been such a glory in all the annals of Westeros,” wrote Grand Maester Benifer. Lord Rogar was clad head to heel in cloth-of-gold beneath an antlered halfhelm, whilst his bride wore a greatcloak sparkling with gemstones, with the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen and the silver seahorse of the Velaryons facing one another on a divided field. Yet for all the splendor of the bride and groom, it was the arrival of Alyssa’s children that set King’s Landing to talking for years to come. King Jaehaerys and Princess Alysanne were the last to appear, descending from a bright sky on their dragons, Vermithor and Silverwing (the Dragonpit still lacked the great dome that would be its crowning glory, it must be recalled), their great leathern wings stirring up clouds of sand as they came down side by side, to the awe and terror of the gathered multitudes. (The oft-told tale that the arrival of the dragons caused the aged High Septon to soil his robes is likely only a calumny.)
Alysanne and Jaehaerys Targaryen The following morning, as the sun rose, Jaehaerys Targaryen, the First of His Name, took to wife his sister Alysanne in the great yard at Dragonstone, before the eyes of gods and men and dragons. Septon Oswyck performed the marriage rites; though the old man’s voice was thin and tremulous, no part of the ceremony was neglected. The seven knights of the Kingsguard stood witness to the union, their white cloaks snapping in the wind. The castle’s garrison and servants looked on as well, together with a good part of the smallfolk of the fishing village that huddled below Dragonstone’s mighty curtain walls. A modest feast followed the ceremony, and many toasts were drunk to the health of the boy king and his new queen. Afterward Jaehaerys and Alysanne retired to the bedchamber where Aegon the Conqueror had once slept beside his sister Rhaenys, but in view of the bride’s youth there was no bedding ceremony, and the marriage was not consummated.
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Favorite Line Game
I made this up today because I really want to hear what people's favorite lines of dialogue they have ever written for OCs and Canon Dragon Age characters 👀
RULES: Pick up to 10 characters and share one of your favorite lines of dialogue you have ever written for them! Rose Trevelyan (OC) on Hawke - This is starting to feel like a can of worms. A really gorgeous can of worms.
Garrett Hawke (OC) to Rose - Well fuck them. Elegantly. With a crystal goblet.
Cullen Rutherford to Dorian - The match, Dorian. Your tactics are a mess… look at this– what are you even doing? You’ve hung your rook and I’ve pinned your knight! I’ll have you in three at this rate!
Dorian Pavus to Cullen - If work is your bride, misery is your mistress
Sera to Rose, after calling her Inquisitor Gingerbits - If your bits aren't ginger I owe someone money at the Rest Alistair to Elissa - Kiss you? No, no. Eugch. Mouths. Awful things aren’t they? Just festering traps full of yesterday’s food. And teeth. Odd, don’t you think?
Bethany Hawke to Cullen - You may not be moving, but you’re running.
Tagging: @nirikeehan, @rowanisawriter, @greypetrel, @bluewren, @effelants, @barbex, @crackinglamb, @kiastirling, @about2dance. @warpedlegacy, @melisusthewee and LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE (tag me so I can see your lines!)
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If Elissa were in SWTOR, who would she be?
OHHHH. Oh. Hmmm. That's a really good question.
I feel like the obvious answer given her sense of rebellion and feelings of inadequacy and the question about whether the vaguely supernatural inclinations of the Grey Wardens would count as a reflection of Force powers, I think the answer is this:
She is the daughter of a political dynasty, possibly Alderaanian, possibly Corellian, very powerful, very established within the Republic. Being a Senator is essentially an inherited position at this point in time, you know the sort. I specify Alderaan or Corellia in particular because it needs to be somewhere that the Empire hit hard and fast, causing the death of her family and the initial trauma at the outset like the Cousland origin
A Jedi a la Duncan is present to help save her, notices her latent Force abilities which were either too weak to warrant formal training as a child or her family paid to have the Jedi look the other way. Things are dire, Jedi numbers are in freefall with the ongoing war, she gets plucked out of the ruins of home and told "congratulations you're a Jedi now, go kill people for the Republic"
Which is to say I think she'd be the Jedi Knight storyline, dark-side aligned, but the DS JK is a bit too sassy and snarky for her in game so it'd be with caveats. It even makes sense that you get given a powerful assistant/padawan immediately in Kira, because that mirrors how Elissa had Alistair and Leliana propping her up or outright doing shit for her when she mentally retreated
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Queen Rhaena’s reunion with her daughter Aerea had not gone well, either. The princess had no memory of her mother, and the queen no knowledge of her child, nor any fondness for the children of others. Aerea had loved the excitement of the Red Keep, with lords and ladies and envoys from queer foreign lands coming and going, knights training in the yards every morning, singers and mummers and fools capering by night, and all the clangor and color and tumult of King’s Landing just beyond the walls. She had loved the attention lavished on her as the heir to the Iron Throne as well. Great lords, gallant knights, bedmaids, washerwomen, and stableboys alike had praised her, loved her, and vied for her favor, and she had been the leader of a pack of young girls of both high and low birth who had terrorized the castle. All that had been taken from her when her mother carried her off to Dragonstone against her wishes. Compared to King’s Landing, the island was a dull place, sleepy and quiet. There were no girls of her own age in the castle, and Aerea was not allowed to mingle with the daughters of the fisherfolk in the village beneath the walls. Her mother was a stranger to her, sometimes stern and sometimes shy, much given to brooding, and the women who surrounded her seemed to take little interest in Aerea. Of all of them, the only one the princess warmed to was Elissa Farman of Fair Isle, who told her tales of her adventures and promised to teach her how to sail. Lady Elissa was no happier on Dragonstone than Aerea herself, however; she missed her wide western seas and spoke often of returning to them. “Take me with you,” Princess Aerea would say when she did, and Elissa Farman would laugh.
Fire and Blood, by George R.R. Martin pg 202
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Hi ya, it's me, Inari!
I'm 37, she/her, Northern Europe.
English is not my first language.
I've been a Bioware Bitch since the first Baldur's Gate game. Knights of The Old Republic, Mass Effect and the Dragon Age series are my jam.
Baes: Carth, Alistair, Cullen. (Yes I have a type.)
There are other snacks too but those three live rent free in my head.
BFF's: Imoen, Minsc, Jolee, Garrus, Varric, Dorian, Karlach.
l usually play a goodie two-shoes dual-wielding female rogue: Revan, Elissa Cousland, Ellana Lavellan, the Bhaalspawn and my BG3 protagonist Amelia.
There are exceptions: my sarcastic Marian Hawke is a great weapon warrior and Jane Shepard is a sniper and infiltrator.
I like to write headcanons and short fics.
Give writing prompts via ask if you like.
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I am of the opinion that none of the dragonseeds are actually dragonseeds, especially Nettles. They are just ordinary folk who lucked out. Its circular logic Targaryens and their fans apply. 'How do you know they have Valyrian blood?' 'They rode dragons.' 'But how did they ride dragons?' 'They have Valyrian blood.' ??? We do know how Nettles was able to claim Sheepsteeler. By feeding him sheep. And what were Targaryens in Valyria? Yes, you are right, shpeherds. Is it too absurd to think Nettles applied the original method to tame the dragon? I mean come on, Rhaena and Jaehaerys were so much worried when Elissa stole the eggs. Why? She wouldn't have been able to hatch them anyway? Unless, she could. Its a good thing dragons died during the Dance, before other people realized that dargonseeds actually being dragonseeds is far more unlikely than them being just common people who displayed exceptional courage. Like Aemond displayed. Aemond approached Vhagar like he already owned her, all targaryens who claim/bond with dragons do the same, this is the trick.
I agree with some of what you’ve said, but not all of it.
“Dragonseeds actually being dragonseeds is far more unlikely than them being just common people who displayed exceptional courage”: We’ve seen multiple times people approach dragons with an intent to ride them (Quentyn Martell, Steffon Darklyn, Silver Denys, Alyn Velaryon, Gormon Massey, two knights who tried to retame Silverwing) and they either died or were maimed for life. Sixteen people lost their lives trying to tame the Dragonstone dragons, and three times that number were burned or maimed. There’s nothing in the text to indicate that those who failed were any less courageous than those who succeeded (Darklyn and Martell showed exceptional bravery in making the journey, and Alyn was a brave adventurer after the Dance). If all it took was bravery, then all of the would-be dragon riders would’ve succeeded rather than 4 out of over 50 people.
“None of the dragonseeds are actually dragonseeds”: I can’t agree with that, because it’s all but stated that Addam and Alyn Velaryon were in fact Corlys’ children. Not only do they have the silver hair and purple eyes to indicate Valyrian heritage, but Corlys was visiting Marilda’s father’s shipyard around the time her sons were born, Corlys wanted them legitimized after Addam proved himself, he faced torture to let Addam escape, when Baela was pregnant Alyn wanted the supposed son named for (his father) Corlys while she wanted to name her daughter for her mother Laena. This is actually fairly significant, because Corlys isn’t a Targaryen but a Velaryon (whereas if her children were Laenor’s sons like Marilda claimed, they would be Targaryens) who weren’t dragonlords during the Valyrian age, but then again the Targaryens have intermarried so much with the Velaryons they were basically the same family at that point. As for Ulf, he was a man-at-arms on Dragonstone with the unusual Valyrian white hair, so it seems likely he had some Targaryen ancestry. We don’t get a description of Hugh except that he was very tall and strong, but as “a common Blacksmith’s bastard” born on Dragonstone, it’s possible he’s also part Targaryen. Sometimes it seems having Valyrian ancestry does make the dragons fonder of one’s smell (like with Brown Ben Plumm) other times it doesn’t make a difference (Silver Denys was undoubtedly a Targaryen descendant but was maimed and then eaten by Sheepstealer and Cannibal, Alyn was burned trying to tame Sheepstealer while his brother did tame Seasmoke, and of course poor Quentyn was burned by Rhaegal while trying to tame Viserion). It also seems that once a dragon has been ridden, it’s easier for them to be retamed as they’re already used to people; of the 4 dragons the dragonseeds rode during the Dance, only one of them (Sheepstealer) had never been ridden.
I do agree with you that Nettles wasn’t a dragonseed. We get a full description of her in TPATQ as having black hair, black eyes, and brown skin, which none or very few part Targaryens have had. She wasn’t born on Dragonstone where Targaryens had been siring children for centuries, but in the newly built Spicetown of Driftmark, meaning there’s less chance for her to be part Targaryen. She’s the only one of those who succeeded who we’re told exactly how she tamed Sheepstealer. Maybe it was Hugh, Ulf, and Addam’s Valyrian ancestry that gave them more of an affinity for dragons, or maybe because their three had already had riders. But Nettles, as you said, instead of just walking up to Sheepstealer and trying to tame him, brought him a freshly slaughtered sheep each morning until he learned “to expect and accept her”. You’re also right for making the connection between Valyrian sheepherders and Nettles using many sheep to gain Sheepstealer’s trust, and maybe that was the original method to tame dragons. However, there are also blood magic rituals involved in hatching them, and apparently Valyrians used sorcery to bind them to their will (like the horns), so I can’t say it’s the only way.
Hatching a dragon egg is also very different from trying to bond with or tame an actual dragon; we see Dàny used blood sacrifice, but the other Targaryens just seemed to be given eggs and some of them hatched (they didn’t for Aemond and Maegor which led them to approach the biggest dragon around). Dragon eggs at a time dragons still ruled getting stolen was a big deal because they’re basically Targaryen “children”, especially to Rhaena who was Dreamfyre’s rider. Dragon eggs don’t need to be hatched to be valuable, such as Illyrio’s eggs and possibly the other Dragonstone eggs and the one Euron might’ve given to the Faceless Men, as there’s lots of magical people who want to do something with them. It’s not even clear if Rhaena and Jaehaerys knew about a blood sacrifice ritual to be used to hatch dragons, since as far as we know, Vermithor and Dreamfyre hatched without their input and they just bonded with them.
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Kirkwall, The Gallows - Late Summer, 9:36 Dragon Age...
(Starter for @knightslament)
One more Fereldan in Kirkwall wasn’t a thing that could draw undue attention on its own - and this particular Fereldan had long ago mastered the skill of moving undetected and unapparent in a bustling crowd. It was not yet midday, and the Docks of Kirkwall swarmed with the usual assortment - seedy merchants, greasy sailors, and sweat-drenched labourers…
And not a single one among them suspected that this little slip of a woman, accompanied by an aged - yet still rather spry mabari hound - who ducked and wove her way through them on her way to the Gallows’ Ferry - was a Commander of the Grey, and the Hero of Ferelden. The cloak she wore largely concealed her distinctive Warden’s vestments. The cloth was lightweight and dark blue in color, fastened together at the shoulder with a worn silver pin in the shape of the Cousland Wreath.
Elissa’s sharp blue eyes kept a continual survey of her surroundings, until after the transport boat to the Gallows had put a dozen or more yards of water behind. It was not the first time she had ever been to Kirkwall, but that had been a lifetime ago, or so it felt. She looked at the city with different eyes now, and it was unsettling to say the very least. Something dank and rotten pervaded her senses - itched at the back of her mind and darkened her thoughts. The sensation only intensified the further the boat traveled.
Hakkon’s greyed muzzle dug at her elbow as he huffed and whined, sensing her unease. Clicking her tongue in an endearing chastisement, she gently plucked his snout before rubbing the top of his head and behind his ears.
As the ferryman slung a loose coil of rope around a docking poles at one of the courtyard’s piers, she inwardly shook her head and turned her focus to the task at hand. The practicalities and responsibilities that her position as Commander entailed included the Grey Warden’s ceaseless need for men and women to fight the Darkspawn. That duty had not ended with the death of the Archdemon, and she feared the disturbing contents of Nathaniel’s reports were merely a prelude of what was to come.
Those who were aware of her business in Kirkwall were very few in number - the Grand Cleric, First Enchanter, Knight Commander, and the late Viscount's Seneschal. However none of them knew yet that she’d already arrived the day before. The situation in the city between the Mages and the Chantry’s militant faithful had long walked a very fine line, but the attempted conquest by the Qunari two years before had made an already delicate situation that much more tenuous. Quite simply, personal experience alongside the counsel of her closest companions and advisors concerning Meredith’s… disposition… had led Elissa to believe arriving at the Circle unannounced, early, and as inconspicuously as possible was for the best.
Most unfortunately for Elissa Cousland, she had barely gone twenty paces before her hound caught sight and scent of someone that drew his attention in a most inconvenient manner. Before she could grab his scruff, and with a great WOOF, Hakkon took several galloping strides across the worn stone floor to tackle jump up and slam his paws against the chestplate of an unsuspecting Templar - with a happy, open mouthed, tongue lolling smile on his face.
Chasing after her errant dog with bent back, reaching for his collar and catching it with her fingertips, Elissa skidded to a halt and reared back abruptly when she caught sight of just who it was her mabari had been so eager to greet.
“….fuck!”
Coughing and clearing her throat, she prayed to the Maker for the first time in years that he would not recognize her right away. The Commander barked a harsh command in a language no one in Kirkwall should would have understood, and yanked Hakkon down, trying to avoid looking the taller, curly haired man directly in the eye.
“Forgive me, Ser… My hound forgets his manners in his old age.”
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