Time Lady Within

This is a blog of Doctor Who, Marvel, and ASOIAF primarily.

[vishiniwrites]

It sort of fascinates me that the fandom took one look at Baelor and Maekar's middle-aged widower co-parenting situation, and collectively assigned dad to patient, understanding, soft-spoken Baelor, and mum to crabby, emotionally unavailable, sweary Maekar. A victory in the war against gender stereotypes I guess.

[valaena]

Close his eyes and tilt his head while picturing seducing Elizabeth Bennet? Can’t you be more adorable, Bertie??? 😫💗

Bertie Carvel as Mr. Collins in Audible Pride and Prejudice (2025) (source)

[arcadian-time-lady]

Ok, everyone. Where is my Baelor Breakspear/Elizabeth Bennet fan fic?

[ewock]

between the lines of fear and blame you begin to wonder why you came

[ohholydyke]

Maybe we’ll get to see the first American pope in history be the first pope to excommunicate the US vice president

[ellynneversweet]

Reddit - The heart of the internet

I crave violence.

[arcadian-time-lady]

The book literally says he was tall and handsome.

[jarenka]

sorry not sorry tbh

[spacelesbiandisasterii-deactiva]

It just occurred to me that Mon Mothma daughter is 13 and Andor has to be passing at least 10 years into the empire era, which means during the republic era she still was having sex with her husband.

Now, how such a educated grown woman, a SENATOR well respected across the republic could do such mistake?! I would understand if it was like "Oh we married at 15 and I did a stupid thing bc I thought I love the boy" but senator Mon Mothma did realized she married a bitch? She chosen to have a kid with him?

[arcadian-time-lady]

The conception happens in the new Star Wars book Mask of Fear, and it’s pretty well explained.

[elfgirlcraftworks]

Let America Be America Again

By Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.

Let it be the dream it used to be.

Let it be the pioneer on the plain

Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—

Let it be that great strong land of love

Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme

That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty

Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,

But opportunity is real, and life is free,

Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,

Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?

And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,

I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.

I am the red man driven from the land,

I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—

And finding only the same old stupid plan

Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,

Tangled in that ancient endless chain

Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!

Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!

Of work the men! Of take the pay!

Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.

I am the worker sold to the machine.

I am the Negro, servant to you all.

I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—

Hungry yet today despite the dream.

Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!

I am the man who never got ahead,

The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream

In the Old World while still a serf of kings,

Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,

That even yet its mighty daring sings

In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned

That’s made America the land it has become.

O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas

In search of what I meant to be my home—

For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,

And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,

And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came

To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?

Surely not me? The millions on relief today?

The millions shot down when we strike?

The millions who have nothing for our pay?

For all the dreams we’ve dreamed

And all the songs we’ve sung

And all the hopes we’ve held

And all the flags we’ve hung,

The millions who have nothing for our pay—

Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—

The land that never has been yet—

And yet must be—the land where every man is free.

The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—

Who made America,

Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,

Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,

Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—

The steel of freedom does not stain.

From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,

We must take back our land again,

America!

O, yes,

I say it plain,

America never was America to me,

And yet I swear this oath—

America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,

The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,

We, the people, must redeem

The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.

The mountains and the endless plain—

All, all the stretch of these great green states—

And make America again!

[bemusedlybespectacled]

““I wish it need not happened in my time,” said Frodo. “So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.””

—

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

I don’t think there’s any quote more suitable for today (9 November 2016)

[animentality]

[skittlebits]

Please don’t fuck this up, America 🔹🙏😬🔹

[usa2024election]

PLEASE VOTE. IT MATTERS.

[vbartilucci]

[seymour-butz-stuff]

[riggio037]

[posttexasstressdisorder]

[ncfan-1]

Okay, on top of the ‘no forced marriage for Míriel’ prayer circle, can we also get a ‘Míriel lives in this continuity’ prayer circle going?

I honestly think she could. Míriel’s had an Eagle turn up for her coronation and has been spared when thrown to a Sea Wyrm. Eagles are best-known in the Legendarium for turning up just in the nick of time to save people, and I speculated earlier that the Sea Wyrm might be a Maia. Also, though she and Pharazôn are around the same age—she’s a year older than him in the book-canon timeline—Míriel is aging extremely slowly and gracefully as we expect of the earlier scions of the House of Elros in Númenor’s history, before the Valar withdrew in part the long life bestowed upon the Dúnedain from the Númenóreans, whereas Pharazôn has aged like sour milk.

All signs point towards Míriel enjoying divine favor in this continuity, whereas there’s no evidence that she did in the book canon. So… can she live? Can she survive the Akallabêth, either by being plucked off of the foundering Meneltarma by an Eagle or ferried to shore by the Sea Wyrm?

On one level, it’s just that I really want her to live. What happens to her in the book canon account is already incredibly bleak, and I feel like it would just be worse in the TROP continuity, after she’s come close to prevailing so many times, has endured so many trials. In the book canon, she’s just the eternal victim, subject to degradation and indignity after degradation and indignity, ultimately one of the innocent washed away with the guilty. There are already bits of setup in the show that could prove a lifeline for her when the Downfall happens, and I really want her to get to one of those lifelines.

On another level, I feel like it would be a clever use of the promise she made to Galadriel if she did return to Middle-Earth—not as the queen of Númenor, but rather as the queen of the Dúnedain in exile.

[arcadian-time-lady]

Pretty sure they can’t do the forced marriage or Miriel dying in the downfall by trying to escape to Meneltarma as they aren’t in the Lord of the Rings appendices, and they don’t have rights to the Silmarillion.

All the appendices say are:

“Inziladûn repented of the ways of the Kings and changed his name to Tar-Palantir ‘The Farsighted’. His daughter should have been the fourth Queen, Tar-Míriel, but the King’s nephew usurped the sceptre and became Ar-Pharazôn the Golden, last King of the Númenóreans.”

And

“Tar-Palantir attempted to amend the evil; but it was too late, and there was rebellion and strife in Númenor. When he died, his nephew, leader of the rebellion, seized the sceptre, and became King Ar-Pharazôn.”

[catchymemes]

[captain--low]

me when ao3 is down so I'm forced to go to bed early and have a good 8 hours of sleep before going back to work tomorrow instead of burning my retina on my screen phone reading about the same guys falling in love over and over until 3 am

[yourlocaladhder]

[1smolbean]

barbie movie: is marketed as “haha barbie has to go to the real world with ken and mattel wants them to go back to barbieland haha funny adventure movie!”

me after watching it: is sobbing hysterically and undergoing an existential crisis, a breakdown, and a metamorphosis into a more confident and secure individual with the knowledge that under the patriarchy it is next to impossible to appease others and that you just have to go “fuck it” and be your genuine self while doing what makes you happy