nineveh_uk: Screenshot of Eowyn, holding a sword, (Eowyn)
When I read the headline to this Guardian article, my reflexive thought was that that was overly harsh: Now it’s over, let’s come out and say it: The Rings of Power was a stinker. And then I paused. Amazon's Rings of Power's first series is the most expensive television ever made. Its 8-episode series cost an unspecified but enormous amount of money, and looked at in those terms, of how much value did they get out of that money, the Guardian is right. That sum of money could have made, should have made, an awful lot of very good television*, and it simply didn't on any front.

A stinker financially, but my fundamental problem with RoP was that it was simply tepid. If it had been laughably bad I'd have been ranting on Dreamwidth after the first two episodes. I'm a Tolkien fan of nearly 35 years, I have opinions, even if one of those opinions is "it is necessary for a good adaptation to adapt." The root problem is the script.* The script is indeed a stinker. At best, it steals from the LotR films in a heavy-handed way. Occasionally there are good original sections. Most of it is dull. At worst, it vividly illustrates the truth of Ursula K Le Guin's 1973 essay From Elfland to Poughkeepsie. Le Guin and I don't entirely agree on what makes good fantasy style, but we certainly agree on what it isn't: dialogue that with a couple of proper nouns changed sounds like 'a sample of conversation between a senator and a lobbyist for pollution control.' Le Guin's brilliant example actually includes the name Nigel. RoP doesn't go that far, but as a text one would scarcely be surprised at any moment were Nigel the analyst to start delivering his report on biscuit sales.

I'm not as harsh on the acting as Stuart Heritage; though I agree that it is not all of equal quality, I think that the actors could largely have done better with better material. Morfydd Clark is indeed good, albeit occasionally made up rather too heavy on the blusher, but my goodness does she have heavy lifting to do. She's also hampered in that for a fantasy series with a female lead, it manages to be remarkably sexist in a 'complete failure by the creative team to examine underlying prejudices' way. Yes, there are some female characters. But again and again they get presented in ways that fall back on modern media sexism. Amazon's elves are a sexually dimorphic species, women all beautiful, willowy, and Galadriel excepted, at least one of unseen or silent, while the men (Arondir and his fellow Sindarins excepted) are either determinedly middle-aged middle-manager in appearance, or in the case of Elrond, looking like ones mental image of an economics post-grad at Brigham Young University.** I think there was one female elf other than Galadriel who had a speaking part, in episode 1. In one particularly egregrious scene, three male elves plus a dwarven prince sit round a dinner table. There are two women there, veiled and silent, and faces pretty much unseen. Afterwards while the manly business meeting continues, we see equally veiled and silent female elves clear the table. No doubt they then went on to do the washing up. Meanwhile in 'the Southlands', prominent village woman Bronwyn wears the kind of sleeveless hippy sundress that Kate Aldridge would have thought too much in the 1980s while all around her the generic peasants are warmly clad. Once again, Bronwyn is the only woman with lines in the village.

I will admit that it looks absolutely gorgeous, the budget on scenery and special effects being well-spent. The dwarf kingdom in Eregion is magnificent, Numenor a splendid blending of Venice and Byzantium with a dash of Alma-Tadema, the Hobbits earthily bucolic (a bit OTT so, others than I have done the Irish accents rant), the elves' clothes and forest-cities unearthly even if their wigs are not. But setting isn't enough. It isn't anything like enough.

When it comes down to it, the producers, the showrunners, just haven't thought enough. They've got the first 8 episodes of a 5 series and it is boring, and simply because I already know the outline of the story, an issue that applies in the adaptation of any book. There is some good original stuff in there - I ended up really liking Adar (the acting helped), but as a whole they have a bad script both in the detail*** and as a whole. The hook may be 'has Sauron returned?', but if you're not answering in the text that until the end of the series, you need some plot in the intervening episodes that is more than a few business meetings about magical biscuits. The writer of any UK soap, of any bargain-basement 50 episode Cdrama**** knows that you cannot spend your filler episodes just hanging around. And unfortunately, for all its better moments that promised something more, RoP was about 90% filler. I think this is fixable to quite a significant degree for subsequent series, but will need recognition of the problem and some money and talent putting into the script.

And finally PYROCLASTIC FLOWS DON'T WORK LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!

OK, I admit it. This turned into a rant.

*Actually the root problem is giving a project like that to a couple of totally inexperienced showrunners because they were white men with connections.

** Think the lead in The Book of Mormon and dial it up. A lot. Although Elrond's actor actually comes from Hull. Or as they call it in Hull, Kingston upon Hull.

*** Seriously, that was the best you could come up with for Sauron's influence on the creation of the rings? Something that the elves would only not have thought of if they had not reached Bronze Age technology levels? FFS! What ought to have been a climatic moment is simply cringingly bad writing. Then there's the insular village, with inhabitants nonetheless called Bronwyn, Theo, Rowan, and Waldreg.

**** God knows, The Untamed had its flaws, but it does set up its big mystery right at the start and then maintain the viewer's interest in that central question through a fairly complicated narrative.
nineveh_uk: Screenshot of Eowyn, holding a sword, (Eowyn)
It's hard to believe it is 21 years since the release of the film of The Fellowship of the Ring. I was so excited, reading theonering.net, buying film magazines for photos, and hoping desperately that it wouldn't be a disaster. It wasn't. There are flaws in the trilogy, particularly The Return of the King, but considered as a whole it very much delivered what I wanted, and the experience of seeing that first film in the cinema was absolutely fantastic.

I await Amazon's The Rings of Power with considerably more trepidation. I really want it to be a success, because although I've never been in Tolkien fandom very deeply, I have been a Tolkien fan since I first read the novels in middle school. There is no question but that I'll sign up to Amazon Prime for it, at least for the first series, because I can't possibly see what it is like for myself. But as for what it will be like? I feel like I have no expectations, and that in itself is a bit disappointing. It's being done by two blokes with no track record who have been handed a lot of money (one day women might get to do this, but no time soon, it seems). I think the second age could be interesting, Numenor has a lot of potential, I have mixed feelings about what sounds like massive time compression, I have no problem with actually showing Galadriel crossing the ice (is that going to be a flashback or a prologue? Because if not then they are compressing absolutely everything). It will probably be at least a decent first series. The problem is that I want it to be really good, and I can't help fearing it may lose what makes Tolkien special to me in favour of generic fantasy.

Anyway, here is the trailer.



While I'm on the subject, will anyone, ever, do a Luthien ballet? It is madness there hasn't been one, I can only assume that the estate wants more for the rights than a ballet company could ever manage.
nineveh_uk: Screenshot of Eowyn, holding a sword, (Eowyn)
Clearly if Elrond cared so much about his daughter not marrying a mortal he ought to have made sure that she spent at least a year being annoyed by each successive heir of the Dúnedain toddling round going "But why, Lady Arwen?"

OTOH, perhaps Elrond did remember, and that's why Arwen wasn't around: she'd had it up to here with the whole thing, and this time as soon as Gilraen turned up, Arwen packed her bags for Lórien. Which unfortunately meant that she arrived back in Rivendell just in time to think he was rather sweet, if not particularly interesting to her personally, as a handsome twenty year old who was feeling pretty good about himself after performing great deeds in company with his (many times removed) cousins, and then think "cor, he turned out all right" when they met another thirty years later. Which to my mind Galadriel definitely arranged.

Yes, I am slowly making my way through the Appendices.
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Fic: A Lady High and Valiant by [personal profile] nineveh_uk
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J.R.R.Tolkien
Rating: G, CNTW
Chapters: 1
Length: 1316 words
Summary: And Éomer kissed his sister and saw that though she wept, yet it was but the weeping of grief for one who had been as a father to them, and though her shield-arm lay still in a linen sling, her face showed a woman hale and full of hope. Éowyn and Éomer meet again in Minas Tirith after the crowning of the King.

The main lesson of this fic is that I should have done a keyboard shortcut for É when I started writing...

Still at home feeling rubbish. I did actually get dressed for work today, as I am supposed to be on a training course, but I felt too horrendous to actually leave the house and went back to bed.
nineveh_uk: Screenshot of Eowyn, holding a sword, (Eowyn)
But not this day! Today the buggers must be gouged out of the bedrock.

Apparently the downside of having sudden ideas for Tolkien-fic, which lo I have not had in these many years of being a LotR fan, is that I have to come up with titles and summaries for it and it is even more hellish than usual. Ah well, tomorrow...
nineveh_uk: Screenshot of Eowyn, holding a sword, (Eowyn)
This train of thought is brought to you by the black swans Aragorn spots flying across Anduin, and the black-feathered orc arrows mentioned early in The Two Towers.

Thought one: what are black swans doing in the service of Sauron*? Are they a sign that the Numenoreans discovered the Middle Earth equivalent of Australia and brought back ornamental birds? Is Aragorn's ornithology or eyesight lacking here, or is he indeed being metaphorical and they are not black swans at all, he is remarking on an impossibility? Or just as the Company are mistaken about the eagle-that-wasn't-evil, are the swans not evil at all, but fleeing the bondage of Sauron?

Thought two: if Mordor-Orcs have black-feathered arrows, where are they getting the feathers from? Are they dyed? It's possible. Unlike the black horses, stolen from Rohan, it is probably easier to dye a vat of feathers than a horse, and it hardly seems beyond Sauron's technological powers. We know that the Nazgul's cloaks remain a sinister black despite a journey to Eriador that has left Boromir's rich clothing travel-stained.** But you still need to acquire the feathers.

According to the internet (and the people who wrote the books that get referenced on the internet), goose feathers were used for arrows in Medieval Europe, and in staggering numbers:

Arrows were fletched with goose feathers, which were collected from the peasantry as a form of tax. In 1418-9 Henry V ordered his sheriffs (the royal officials in each county) to collect a total of 1.19 million goose feathers over the course of 10 months, to be delivered to the Tower of London by Michaelmas (on Sept. 29). A similar though smaller order, two years earlier, specified that six feathers should be taken from each goose. (Source.)

That's a lot of goose feathers.

So where is Sauron getting his feathers from? There is no mention of terrible depredations of poultry sheds throughout Wilderland or Ithilien. Is he taking them as tribute from the lands further east? And what of the orcs of the Misty Mountains? Is there a thriving trade (through intermediaries, perhaps) between Moria and the little-known poultry sheds of the Sea of Rhún? And are they goose feathers at all, since other birds can be used, and Sauron is cutting out the dye manufacturers by using black swans?

Which brings me to the Sea of Núrnen and its surrounding slave-tilled fields that feed the armies of Mordor. We're told that it's a "bitter inland sea", so possibly its tributaries rather than it are used for irrigation. In which case, why not use the lake for other things? In short I vote for giant goose (or possibly swan) farms. The resultant guano-based fertiliser can explain the famous stench of the Mordor air.

*And has anyone ever written the Dr Doolittle crossover? What with bird spies who must be given instructions and have their reports understood, and their impressive achievements in training wolves as riding animals, I feel that some at least of the servants of Sauron might have a new Fourth Age career in the entertainment and industrial espionage industries.

**Speaking of which, if Boromir got off on the wrong foot with the Council of Elrond at times, maybe it would have helped if, having turned up at dawn with news of a prophecy, they had put it off for 24 hours to allow him time for a good night's rest and a change of clothes. Especially since they spend the next two months hanging around there.
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Fic: Of the passing of Tar-Minyatur by [personal profile] nineveh_uk
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J.R.R.Tolkien
Rating: G, CNTW
Chapters: 1
Length: 656 words
Summary: It was in the year 442 of the Second Age, in the 410th year of his reign, that the King Elros Tar-Minyatur felt the Gift of Men draw nigh to him, and he called his brother to him to say his last farewell.

Short fic, not the fic I intended to write, but insofar as redeveloping the habit goes, all writing counts, and there is something to be said for sitting down to bash out the shortfic idea when you have it.

It also made me feel that I need to re-read Unfinished Tales, which I always liked a lot, and try to get through The Silmarillion properly.
nineveh_uk: Screenshot of Eowyn, holding a sword, (Eowyn)
Realising that you have been inconsistent in your use of the second person pronoun in an annoying way.

Also, what on earth am I going to call it? Tennyson would work, but is unsuitable. Suspect I shall fall back on some sort of 'extract from the Tale of Years' theme. Of the need for a summary, I shall not speak.
nineveh_uk: Screenshot of Eowyn, holding a sword, (Eowyn)
I meant to accompany this post with a photograph of a large painting that I did aged 12 of a crimson sunset over towering mountains. Alas, though it must be in this house somewhere I cannot at this moment lay my hands on it* so you will have to take my word for it that from the age for about 11 until GCSE Art at 16 an awful lot of what I drew and painted had a Middle Earth-y landscape element to it, albeit of the kind drawn by younger teenager who liked dramatic scenery and Caspar David Friedrich.**

Living in Oxford I ought really to have made it to the Bodleian's Tolkien exhibition before the final afternoon, but made it I did in the end. The most interesting elements to me were the illustrations for The Hobbit, which seeing in their original watercolours did make me think were as good as anything I've seen by professional children's book illustrators of the day, and possess a distinct style that really works even if Tolkien did copy the eagle straight out of a reference book. I was also rather charmed by his drawing the Middle Earth maps on squared paper to make sure that the scale was right.

But mostly it reminded me of why re-watching the LotR films last week had me thinking, 'I must re-read the books because I want to draw the scenery.'

Oh yes, and there was a letter from Arthur Ransome describing himself as a 'humble hobbit-fancier' that made me think I must re-read the Very Secret Diaries.

*Or am not prepared to take apart the picture frame I think it is probably lurking in.

**I still do.
nineveh_uk: Illustration that looks like Harriet Vane (Default)
I'm not sure that I've ever actually done that before, unless some crackfic in days of yore (i.e. Usenet). It was inspired by turning to check a couple of things in the novels having watched Fellowship and TTT* (RotK to follow shortly). I am definitely re-reading the books this winter.

The Air of Númenor by [personal profile] nineveh_uk
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J.R.R.Tolkien
Rating: G, CNTW
Chapters: 1
Summary: A missing scene in Minas Tirith. After Faramir tells Gandalf and Denethor of Frodo's path, Gandalf and Faramir discuss Boromir's fall and Faramir's choice.

That summary is dreadful, I admit.

*You know what? I don't like the choice that was made for Faramir. But within the decisions that were made overall for the films I'd argue that it works on those narrative terms. And anyway I don't care because I love The Two Towers for what it got right**, the Rohirrim at Helm's Deep, and above all for including Where is the horse and the rider? because I am a sucker for a doomed last stand, and for ubi sunt poetry.

**Even despite the random warg attack.
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Freshers' Flu arrived on schedule, having the consideration to first manifest as a little tiredness on my journey home from a family weekend in North Berwick (pouring rain on Saturday meant the Museum of Flight rather than the beach, but it was fun and we got to go on a Concorde*), and then full blast at bedtime on Sunday. I have spent the past three days off work. Today I discovered sufficient concentration to rewatch The Fellowship of the Ring** for the first time in years.***

It really is very good indeed.

I was massively disappointed with The Hobbit, a bloated theme park ride rather than a film, even though I enjoyed the additional material from Unfinished Tales, the Hunt for the Ring always being a favourite of mine. But part of that disappointment stems from how well Jackson had started off. Fellowship is tremendous. The landscape of Middle Earth is utterly convincing, the acting good, the pace strong, it works to bring to the screen a book that might have seemed to defy filming. I found myself thinking over and again that I wanted to see it on a big screen again, to marvel at the mines of Moria towering above me. I love the sense of scale it brings to Middle Earth as a place vast in both space and time. It is also a long since I heard the radio play (which must also be remedied), allowing me to hear the film dialogue without it constantly running over it in my head****. Quibbles I have (let's not 'hunt some orc') but I can live with them.

I was struck on this viewing how much Ian McKellen brings weight to it in the first third, when it is otherwise Hobbits and backstory. It's a really terrific performance of Gandalf as character(person) as well as wizard and noble mentor. We take him seriously, and thus we take the rest of it seriously. And on reflection, Viggo Mortensen is fine, but I wish that Sean Bean had been Aragorn! Mostly for Sean Bean, though I can't deny the memes would have been good, too.



I see the pervy Hobbit fancier Very Secret Diaries are still on LJ. I may need to re-read.

*There is something sad about the demise of Concorde. They're the ultimate symbol of excess, and I felt that the exhibition missed a trick when talking about their end by not mentioning the rise of the internet and increased options for not-in-person meetings if you were both rich and lacking time.

**Extended edition. That's quite a lot of concentration even when you know the plot backwards in high heels.

*** Gosh, VHS is really terrible, isn't it? Possibly the resolution of the video was designed for a smaller TV screen, but mine isn't huge. I'm going to have to watch something else to see if it is as bad.

****An annoying side-effect of a good memory, really quite distracting in my recent Pride and Prejudice re-read.
nineveh_uk: Illustration that looks like Harriet Vane (Harriet)
It was in the year 2509 of the Third Age, in the region of ----shire, that the party of Lady Celebrían, making a long overdue visit to her parents, was waylaid by orcs.

It was not fear of such an encounter that was responsible for the delay in paying this most natural duty. Orcs had not been known in the neighbourhood for many years, and had their return to the region been known the party would have elected to travel by the Pass of Rohan, no matter the greater distance. Rather the lady's children had reached the difficult age of the late second millenium when an elf is most in need of guidance from a mother. The presence in Rivendell of their distant cousins the Dunedain had made this guidance particularly essential. None knew more than the daughter of the Lady Galadriel the importance of harmonious relations between kin, and Celebrían had sincerely welcomed the many greats grandchildren of her brother-in-law to her home. But there were limits to how close a connection should be considered, and no count of generations could undo the fact that the children of Elrond and the Line of Elendil were first cousins. It would not do.
nineveh_uk: Cover illustration for "Strong Poison" in pulp fiction style with vampish Harriet. (Strong Poison)
It's the Nineveh inquisition (with apologies to Eddie Izzard and the Church of England). Though cake is one of those things that is oft on my To Do lists, but doesn't get done, so mostly it would just be recs. But not today, because I managed to make this yoghurt, fig, pine nut and rosewater cake from the Guardian because it looked nice and I had all the ingredients, though I didn't actually use them because I decided to eat the figs as figs and use greengages instead. It is very quick and very nice and I shall make it again.

As for recs, I have a few, but then again too few... Ahem.

A couple of short Strong Poison fics:

After the End 2 by [profile] sonetka focusing on a couple of minor characters.

The Unnatural Case of the 1925 Property Act , in which people die in a different order, was a gift to me and I ought to have recced long before. I can only hope that Peter and Harriet meet over a charitable cause.

A rare toe in the water of Tolkien fic, Mechlin-Lace, an angsty Arwen and mortality vignette. I have a considerable quantity of angsty Arwen thoughts, and regret that there isn't more fic on the subject (or if there is I haven't read it, possibly because I worry about reading bad angsty Arwen and mortality fic).

Neither cake nor a rec, well, unless you're in London soon, I took myself to a cinema broadcast of the ROH's Le Nozze di Figaro on Monday. I've actually seen the production live some years ago, but this was a very enjoyable way to spend a work night without having to go to London or spend more money, and it was great fun (if long, even with the usual fourth act cuts thank God). There's a DVD of the cast I saw, but I can't buy it because it has a Wrong Cherubino, because the singer is short. Whereas Monday's involved a Perfect Cherubino, by which, I realise, I mean someone who is tall, dark, and slender and reminds me of Frederica von Stade in person, voice, and interpretation. Though I was slightly distracted at times by the extent to which baritone Erwin Schrott physically resembles Matt LeBlanc as Joey Tribbiani.

Also, I still really, really want an OTT brocade smoking jacket. I'm just going to have to make one.
nineveh_uk: Illustration that looks like Harriet Vane (Harriet)
It was in the year ---- of the Third Age, in the region of Eregion-shire, that Lady Celebrian, engaged on a long overdue journey to visit her parents, was waylaid by orcs.
nineveh_uk: picture of holly in snow (holly)
I am home, if not unpacked, after a very easy journey that culminated with my opening the door into the cold, dark house to discover that I’d accidentally left the heating on. At least this allows me to be annoyed with myself in the warm, and the orchid now has 12 buds on its flower spike (this is one I bought while flowering, and that I have actually managed to look after and is now flowering again. Unlike all the previous orchids I have possessed.)

Christmas/New Year was great, in a busy way. I have eaten and drunk a good deal, had some very nice presents, enjoyed the company of my family, seen The Hobbit: III*, had a couple of good walks, really good weather, and didn’t catch the vomiting bug from my sister. My mother did apologise that had we been spending Christmas in Leeds we would have had Anything Goes in Sheffield and White Christmas in Leeds,** plus your actual snow, whereas we didn’t get to the theatre and the only snow I saw was from the top of Arthur’s Seat. But you can’t have everything. I am severely out of date on Yuletide and LJ, but will catch up – if not tomorrow, as I think I’m now going to London.

I have kept up with the papers, though, which means that if you haven’t seen the video of BBC reporter Quentin Sommerville attempting to deliver a report from in front of a bonfire of drugs, I recommend it to you. If you think you’ve seen this story before, then you’re right that this is a case of life imitating art. There’s remarkably similar scene in Drop the Dead Donkey.

*I enjoyed it more than I’d anticipated. It probably helps that I rather like Jackson/Lee Pace’s interpretation of Thranduil as an elf-lord in a permanent state of eye-rolling and thinking “why am I surrounded by morons?” Also, Jackson is good at battles. Still plenty of WTF moments, but as I care less about The Hobbit, nothing to match Denethor and the Symbolic Tomatoes.

**Not the London one. This one is actually good.
nineveh_uk: Illustration that looks like Harriet Vane (Harriet)
Inspired by the student on the path in front of me this morning, whose collection of garments were individually interesting, but could in no age under the sun be called an outfit. Change only a couple of words and it fits surprisingly well...

***

He signed to one of his guards, and he came forward bearing a bundle wrapped in black cloths.

The Messenger put these aside, and there to the wonder and dismay of all the Captains, he held up first the short sword that Sam had carried, and next a grey cloak with an elven-brooch, and last the coat of mithril-mail that Frodo had worn wrapped in his tattered garments. A blackness came before their eyes, and it seemed to them in a moment of silence that their world stood still, but their hearts were dead and their last hope gone.

'Dwarf-coat, elf-cloak, blade of the downfallen West, here are the marks of a fashion victim.'

No-one answered him; but he saw their faces grey with fear and the horror in their eyes.
nineveh_uk: Illustration that looks like Harriet Vane (Harriet)
Brought to you by my inability to take the coach from Oxford to London without thinking at a key point of the journey, "I have seen the White City".

(1) White City

(i) In which our noble hero, long exiled in Salford, returns to claim his kingdom.

(ii) As above, the Peter Jackson version. The hero is Lord Attenborough, son of Attenborough. Many years ago, he fled the offer of the post of Director-General and instead became a Ranger, travelling far across the world from his base in Bristol, learning the secrets of many lands and strange creatures. Now, in the BBC's darkest hour, his destiny can no longer be evaded and he must make his way to London.

(2) Lady of Twilight

When the elves called Elrond 'Half-elven' they avoided specifying the nature of his other half...

When 20 year old Ranger Estel returns to Rivendell after accomplishing great deeds, the great elf-lord Elrond tells him of his true name and heritage. Proud of his new-found lineage and destiny, when Aragorn meets the pale, dark-haired elf-lady Arwen he is captivated by her beauty. When Arwen and her father Elrond respond coldly to his hopes, Aragorn assumes that they scorn him as a mortal, and vows to prove himself worthy. Little does he dream that the woman the elves call the Lady of Twilight has good reason for her coldness - for the vampire blood of Luthien runs strong in Arwen Undomiel.
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After a hiatus, because the latter part of I Kings got a bit boring with the competing Bad Kings of Israel and Judah, I am back reading the Bible and romping towards the end of I Chronicles, which seems to tell the same stories, only slightly differently. This is something I enjoy when it’s in the works of JRR Tolkien or indeed fandom, but it can get tedious when it’s the various kings of Israel and Judah. I definitely think that Andrew Davies should make a Bleak House style soap opera of the David story. He wouldn’t even have to add any sex and violence.

Cut for bears, baldness, ghetto violence, Assyrians, and Mordor )

Finally, speaking of Assyrians and their cohorts gleaming in purple and gold, I love this poem by Ogden Nash.

Very Like a Whale )

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