I doodled another cute in lecture today whoops
Richard, Martin, & Elijah @ AUJ Japan Premiere (2012)
you have been in every way all that anyone could be [insp.]
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.
Please stop erasing Dis to build up Thorin, or create a base for Frerin.
Please stop relegating her to the “woman that gave birth to Fili and Kili” when discussing them.
Please stop ignoring the one female role model Fili and Kili have and replacing her with male characters in all of your headcanons.
Dis raised Fili and Kili on her own, because most of her family was dead. Thorin was busy trying to feed and protect his shattered people.
Don’t talk to me about how Fili has Frerin’s hair color, or how Kili is mischievous like his Father.
Talk to me about how Fili is every inch his mother’s child, and how his fierce loyalty to family and his devotion to Thorin and Kili comes from how she raised him. Talk to me about how Kili fell for Tauriel because she’s a strong, capable, intelligent warrior, and he was raised by Dis to view women as his equals, to be respected and admired.
How Fili’s bright yellow hair comes from Dis, who inherited it from her Mother, passed down to him through her line, and how Dis caught Kili trying to pull a prank on Balin, and then showed him how to do it correctly.
Talk to me about how Dis was the only one that believed Kili could learn to be a proficient fighter with a bow, and who taught Fili how to dual wield at such a young age.
Tell me about how, when she trusts Thorin to take her boys from her side and out into the world, he gets them killed. He gets himself killed.
And Dis is left behind, the last surviving heir to Erebor that I constantly see people forgetting, ignoring, or replacing with the male dwarves of Durin’s Line.
This has been a message from the Dis Is Better Than You 2014 Campaign to make the fandom stop replacing her as the key influence in who Fili and Kili grew up to be.
The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.
PFFFF PF you’re an amateur, sweetcheeks
COME SAY THAT TO MY FACE JERK