Seems like goood shireweed.

Every time I attempt to read The Hobbit, I feel as though my brain is going crazy flipping between the various portrayals of Bilbo. I would prefer to invent my own Bilbo, but my brain settles on a slightly younger version of the Fellowship of the Ring Bilbo. Unfortunately, that same brain also likes to pull up the Martin Freeman version, and occasionally the goofball from the old animated film - sometimes even the Helpful Vancouver Vet, which you will surely understand if you’ve ever laid eyes upon that gentle soul.

Now, I would be fine visualizing Freeman it I didn’t absolutely fucking hate the portrayal of the dwarves in the most recent Hobbit films. I can’t get those nightmarish faces and choices of facial hair stylization out of my head. And this terrible cycle perpetuates every time a character’s name is mentioned throughout the novel.

I’m sure I have a deeper issue going on psychologically, as I struggle to just let it be and enjoy the book for what it is. But as it stands, this is an ongoing problem.