as someone who has toured with 20 different iterations of what “metalcore” can imply, i assure you that no one truly gives a shit how you categorize music because that type of thinking is inherently reductive and it’s a waste of time that won’t serve the process of writing music
woke up this morning and gandalf was not sat at my bedside saying “you are in the house of elrond, and it is 10 o’clock in the morning on october the 24th” so i went back to sleep
Adam Driver says he was developing a new Star Wars movie ‘The Hunt for Ben Solo’ with Steven Soderbergh
• Script was done and it was 'one of the coolest fucking scripts I had ever been a part of'
• Film was set after ‘The Rise of Skywalker’
• Lucasfilm loved the idea but Disney said no — “They didn’t see how Ben Solo was alive”
(via @AP)
Exactly 26 years ago today, on October 11, 1999, filming began for The Lord of the Rings trilogy. Over a quarter of a century has passed, yet no film has topped its epic legacy it remains one of the greatest cinematic achievements of all time. 📽️
"In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
All save one. There waiting, silent and still in the space before the Gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax: Shadowfax who alone among the free horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving, steadfast as a graven image in Rath Dínen.
'You cannot enter here,' said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted. 'Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master. Go!'
The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter.
'Old fool!' he said. 'Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!' And with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.
Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn.
And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin's sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last."
“…there is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow, and now it's here. It's here and it's not visiting anymore. It wants to stay.
The Empire is a disease that thrives in darkness; it is never more alive than when we sleep.”