You know you're from the rez when...
Native American: Oh im sorry I didn't realize jeans are sacred.
#can we just take a moment to appreciate animation here #so lets look at rapunzel #where you can just tell she’s imaging that lantern rising and what it’s going to feel like #and you can see her holding her breath #trying to figure out if all this is true #and then there is flynn #MOTHER FUCKING FLYNN RIDER #HE REALIZES HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO HER #AND HE CAN’T HELP BUT SMILE #BECAUSE HE’S BEEN ON ONE OF THE CRAZIEST ADVENTURES IN THE PAST TWO DAYS AND IT’S ALL FOR THIS GIRL #AND HE DIDN’T REALIZE IT UNTIL NOW #THIS IS THE MOMENT WHEN HE REALIZES #WOW #RAPUNZEL IS MY NEW DREAM #I’M DONE THIEVING #I WANT TO BE WITH THIS GIRL #BECAUSE SHE IS LITERALLY THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME
Norma was an environmentalist. Her and the Once-ler had a love/hate relationship.
You may have something here, fandom. Something big.
Okay, I know…fandoms have existed for a long time. That’s nothing new. But there’s something about watching the Lorax fandom from its genesis all the way to now that has utterly floored me. This might exist for other parts of the internet, but how should I know? All I’ve got is what I see. And this is what I see.
The askblogs. The interactions with them. The art. The inside jokes. The hilarity of it all…but even those anxious feelings you get when you send them an ask and they haven’t yet replied. The understanding that the person on the other end is an entity. A story character. A fictional person that you’re interacting with.
Sure, they require an actor. But as far as I’m concerned, everything the actor portrays is the real deal. They are a vehicle for this fiction they’re creating. A real kind of fiction. Canon.
What fascinates me is that something so strange like creating different personalities from one semi-obscure character can be so real to the people involved. Sure, there’s a Lorax movie. A bunch of writers sat down and, based on Dr. Seuss’s work, determined what would happen to one particular fellow and that’s what we got.
But the story wasn’t perfect. Disjointed. Oddly unsatisfying.
So you all sought to satisfy yourselves in a different way. You all took the story into your own hands and fashioned something new. You transformed the character a thousand different times until you found an iteration you could enjoy. Not only that, you made them real. You breathed life into them. You spoke to them. You fell in love with them.
I might not interact with many blogs, but I watch you all. I see you roleplay with them. I see you doodle them. I see you laughing and being genuinely happy for them when something good happens and sad for them when something goes wrong.
I don’t know about you, but this isn’t just a silly fandom thing to me. This is a brand new method of experiencing a story. The lorax movie might have started and ended, but you continued it. You live it every day. You gave it your own meaning. You assigned yourself a purpose in it. We are all part of this story.
Shit, right? I dunno. I’ve just been thinking about it too much I suppose.
OH MY GOD MY FEELINGS /EXACTLY/
In front of him are two (assumed) young-ish, white American women. Average height for them is about 5’5”, though there’s a shorter one in the back and they could be wearing heels— let’s play it safe and assume the tops of their heads are around 5’6”.
Oncie is at least a head taller than them. He is about seven and a half heads tall.
Therefore, (slightly less than) 6.5 Oncie heads = about 5’6”, or 66 inches.
Oncie’s head is therefore a little over ten inches. This makes him 76 inches tall, or… 6’4”.
2012 Once-ler is about six feet and four inches tall. Think about that.
This motherfucker is goddamn PROUD of being huge, so he gets a tophat that is LITERALLY BIGGER THAN HIS HEAD.
Yeah I’d say that thing adds like a foot, and that’s not even factoring in his fancy new shoes adding half an inch or so.
I read a post somewhere that was saying how Once-ler seems quite aware of his size and is very expressive with his body, particularly his arms and legs— what with the dancing, the guitar, always manhandling the Lorax and the barbaloots, etc. Not sure where the post is, but it’s true— and he’s just as animated when angry.
He’s also decently strong: sure, it’s cartoon physics, but so far we’ve seen him stand there talking to his mom while a grown-ass man hangs off of him as if it’s nothing, chop down and drag a HUGE tree to where he needed it, hardly seeming to notice the weight of his ax (yeah, you heard that loud thunk when he dropped it on the barbaloot, it’s sold wood and metal), set up a goddamn HOUSE on his own, hold a small-pig-sized pile of orange pudginess at arm’s length as if he’s a pillow, and oh yeah, in a deleted scene he pulled his own wagon FULL OF SHIT for what was implied to be a fairly long distace.
Almost 7 and a half feet of that shit stomping down the stairs toward me, yelling about how he’s done nothing wrong and making huge, sweeping gestures with those (fairly strong) arms?
I’d be pretty intimidated too, Lorax.
Kudos to you for wanting to fuck with this guy at all.
i don’t care what I’m doing or where I am if How Bad Can I Be comes on I am singing along in my head.
I have watched the scene that goes along with it so many times to the point where I can picture everything that happens in my head just when the song is being played.