Okay but can we talk about this though, we all know the movie Shrek, the big green ogre.
But did you know it’s based of a picture book names, “Shrek!” published in 1990. It’s a book about an ugly ogre (hence the Yiddish work Shrek) goes around to see the world and ends up saving a princess (so almost literally the entire first Shrek movie’s plot). Here’s what it looked like:
Guess who wrote the book? A cartoonist names William Steig.
Guesss what? That’s right he’s Polish Jewish.
Shrek was created by a Jewish person. And, since he’s named after a Yiddish word, Shrek is quite literally a Jewish icon.
Cheers.
best addition to this post everyone else can go home
also, maybe his living in poor conditions outside the rest of the city was indicative of the shtetl? and donkey was a poor non-Jew who had nothing to lose by being friends with Shrek?? The possibilities are endless
YESSSS!!!!
Maybe the inclusion of the song Hallelujah (written by Leonard Cohen, also jewish) was more intentional than initially thought?
Does that mean that at the end Princess Fiona converts when she turns into an ogre??
Not to mention the land of Duloc is basically based on the University of Notre Dame
the full name of the school is the University of Notre Dame Du Lac because its french
And there’s a quad in the school that’s ridiculously far from everywhere else that we call Far Quad
Leading to Farquaad
So it’s common Notre Dame lore that Duloc is based on ND
So Fiona is rescued from the evil Catholics the end
source: I was forced to go to Notre Dame. I’m traumatized. I am Fiona, rescued from the Catholics by Jewish Shrek
Sometimes, in the darker regions of the forest, you may catch sight of these creatures as they ponderously shamble among the trees. Famously shy, myconids stay far from the bustle of human civilisation, serving as stoic watchers over their hallowed groves. Whilst their bodies may seem weak and pallid, they are quite hardy; a clan of myconids will not hesitate to gang together to protect their young and their weak from outside attack, aided by the poisonous spores they continuously shed.
I’m gonna cop to some influence here from the mushroom in Hollow Knight, but this also makes me think of the mushroom-people from the Dark Souls series, the way they travel in packs of children and adults. Also the design trope of a monster lumbering about with a bunch of weapons lodged in its hide is a real favourite of mine, the way it sort of tells a story, like – many have tried to kill this thing, but all have failed.
Oropher loved the forest and it people so much so he weaved his magic through every tree. Teaching his young son every name of the tallest tree to the smallest ant, in return the forest taught the young prince Thranduil how to weave illusions in the very air surrounding the woods.
After Orophers fall, the elves begged the mourning prince to take the crown and protect them from the darkness. Thranduil took the throne against the wishes of Elrond and Galadriel, saying he was too young and too angry. The elf lords shunned him for his temper and love for the fiery wine, only visiting when Legolas was born to honor the new elf life.
The birth of the new prince brought many years of joy and sadness to Thranduil. The child was as pure as starlight and hardheaded as he was. Quickly Legolas grew to be a deadly fighter using the voice and power of Greenwood to strengthen every blow. As the darkness grew in the forest, the more illusions Thranduil cast into the woods and the more Legolas fought to protect there people from all that would do them harm.
anyway while yall are logged off tumblr on dec 17 to protest tits how about you also go to a protest or vigil because dec 17 is the international day to end violence against sex workers
we’re about 160% as likely to be murdered as you are to get the clap, & about 4x as likely to be murdered as you are to go to the hospital for the flu. consider… giving a shit about those numbers, maybe. that’d be nice.
I have long said that in order for any comedy to truly succeed as a story, there has to be meat beneath the jokes. There has to be that moment when it is not funny any more.
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