while i do have a soft spot for “hobbits age slower than humans so 33 for them is our physical 18” i rlly dont think that’s how it is bc they get to about the same age as humans before death by old age, i also really dont think we appreciate enough a few things about what this means narratively and thematically
tolkien really said no child soldiers, no 20-something year old soldiers, they’re not really adults yet, they barely know anything of the world we’re sending them to die for it and that’s not okay, not when there are other options
he also addresses this with the hobbits specifically, frodo and bilbo are 50 when they go on their journeys, FIFTY, and we can see that they handle them differently than the others. while bilbo changes afterwards, it’s not in a coming of age like we would see if 50 really was the equivalent of ~27, he just accepts a part of himself he’s been suppressing for years, for him it’s accepting that getting older and being an adult doesn’t restrict you from the excitement and opportunities of youth. similarly frodo doesn’t change much either outside of his ptsd, all of his change is trauma, not maturity
now sam and merry are both past the age of majority, but they still grow into themselves in a way bilbo and frodo do not, they mature
but pippin, sweet beautiful pippin grows the most out of all of them. he’s the most childish, always running after his cousins and you can tell he’s not even 30, this is HIS coming of age story, before this journey he’s known nothing of true responsibilities, but by the end he’s ready for when he eventually has to take over as thain of the shire
and i think that this is a really beautiful way of saying something that has started to get really popular in the last few years
instead of being terrified of that big 30, we should be excited for it, we should embrace it wholeheartedly, because it’s the time when we’ve finally started ironing out the last of the kinks in being an adult, we’re growing into our responsibilities and and we can start learning how to cultivate that balance of responsibility and excitement and FUN that makes life living instead of surviving
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i wanna hear more ab your raz age up (mostly so I can draw ours together sffbgnv)
Ohgh I'm always willing to talk about him more I've been thinking so much about him recently, especially with how he reacts when he comes to the realization that being a Psychonaut is a lot more paper work than he would have expected it to be.
After being in the field for roughly 18+ years the awe and wonder of being a Psychonaut has eventually lost its charm. He still wouldn't be any other place though, since it is, in fact, his dream job still (to some extent) and he feels like after being there for so long he's stuck with it. He's always so buried in paperwork, always trying to sort it out in his dorm room (which at this point has become a den full of mountains made of files and inevitable papercuts)
Sure once he finally gets a mission to go on he can actually stretch his legs and do something somewhat entertaining, but even the mission work has gotten repetitive. Like, yeah alright we get it you want to take over the world, can you just skip to the part where you tell us where the bomb is please.
The downright repetition of it all has taken a toll on his childlike sense of adventure, and all the little things keep getting more and more mildly annoying by the day. When he was around 22 he decided to go to college in an attempt to break away from it for just a little bit, and that's where he and Chloe became acquainted.
Because of the predictability of it all, he's become quite fluent in snark and sarcasm, and while he still upholds the professional demeanor and performance he's always had since he was younger, he also tends to act quite nonchalant in what would be quite dire situations to most regular people. Usually shrugging off or rolling his eyes to all the empty threats the villains tend make. He's a younger sibling as well, so of course he knows a thing or two about how to push buttons and get into mischief and get away with it. While hes not as much of a wild card as Bobby or Lili, he tries to use these skills to his advantage to try and bring back some kind of thrill into his work.
All in all, he's tired. He still manages to have fun, but he's tired. Unless he can find a good case or mystery to keep him occupied for a while, he'll be sitting in his dorm sifting through paperwork while going through a pack of cigarettes. The boredom man... It wasn't until he started his counselor job at Whispering Rock that things started to get a little more interesting
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Whumptober day 2 prompt: Thermometer | "They don't care about you."
Character: Patch Age: 13
The incessant beeping of Patch's alarm clock was deafening to his ears, making his already aching head hurt even more. He sluggishly reached for the alarm, hand barely tapping the button on top before his hand slid down the table as it now dangles off the bed. His body felt heavier than last night, his head throbbing with a pain that worsens whenever he moves. It seems that simply sleeping it off last night didn't quite work as he hoped it would.
Patch groaned as he forced himself up, vision somewhat blurred and movements unsteady. He sat by the side of the bed, gathering the strength to stand so that he can make his way to the kitchen, grab the thermometer somewhere, get something to eat, take a medicine too.
He sighed, he really didn't want to move at all, he just wanted to stay in bed and sleep the day away. But it's best to deal with his fever now than let it worsen some more, and as always, he didn't have anyone that can help him at all.
Not when his mom is still at work, she always is. She's barely around that the spacious house meant for two feels so suffocating and small, it was no different than a closet.
Another sigh escaped his lip as he finally pushed himself up, he walked slowly, putting a hand on the wall to support himself as the room seems to spin. His head felt so foggy while he makes his way around the house, blank, empty, with occasional thoughts coming by to merely fade again before he even processed what it was about. Though there are some that doesn't fade as fast as he'd like, thoughts he'd rather not dwell on.
Thoughts of how useless he is, thoughts of how his mom doesn't care about him, thoughts that he's better off gone—
Patch shook his head much too quick for it to be comfortable in his current state. He felt the ground give way from under him as he reached for anything that can keep him from falling further. He clutched the sofa beside him, he hadn't realized he'd reached the living room already.
He took a couple of deep breaths, taking the time to let his dizziness subside before continuing his walk. Slowly and carefully this time. He grabbed the thermometer in one of the drawers, sitting down on the floor as he brought it to his mouth. A minute passed, then another, and another, Patch sat there all alone, with his head on his knees waiting for the thermometer to beep.
And it finally did, 38°C. He groaned, sighing a third time. Patch slowly stood, putting the thermometer in the pocket of his pajamas. Now to make his way to the kitchen to grab the medicines and whatever is in the fridge and sleep everything away, in a house that may as well belong to a stranger.
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