Hi guys! I’m a Christian named Lily. I have another blog, @lilliesandfaith, where I’ll post my (unfortunately) controversial beliefs. This blog is mostly for fandoms.
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@lilliesandlight
Hi guys! I’m a Christian named Lily. I have another blog, @lilliesandfaith, where I’ll post my (unfortunately) controversial beliefs. This blog is mostly for fandoms.
Okay, YES!?
But the funniest thing about this is that I think you've actually discovered the one single piece of content that could have simultaneously upset both J. R. R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis so bad that they are, as we speak, clawing their way out of the grave ready to fight.*
*whether they're going to fight you or just each other is not clear yet, we'll just have to wait and see.
ok but when did sauron ever make gifts?
The ring?
FIIIIIVE GOOOLDEN RIIIINGS
but they were all of them... deceived
for a partridge in a pear tree was made
NINE GO-OLD RINGS
Seven for the dwarves
Three for elves
None for hobbitses
And One Ring to rule them all
it's december happy "I Heard a Bird Sing" by oliver herford season
kinda like that Thomas Hardy poem for the end of the 19th century but I like this one better
I always kind of laugh when people get into the “Susan’s treatment is proof that C.S. Lewis was a misogynist” thing, because:
Polly and Digory. Peter and Susan. Edmund and Lucy. Eustace and Jill.
Out of the eight “Friends of Narnia” who enter from our world, the male-to-female character ratio is exactly 1/1. Not one of these female characters serves as a love interest at any time.
The Horse and His Boy, the only book set entirely in Narnia, maintains this ratio with Shasta and Aravis, who, we are told in a postscript, eventually marry. Yet even here, the story itself is concerned only with the friendship between them. Lewis focuses on Aravis’ value as a brave friend and a worthy ally rather than as a potential girlfriend–and ultimately, we realize that it’s these qualities that make her a good companion for Shasta. They are worthy of each other, equals.
In the 1950s, there was no particularly loud cry for female representation in children’s literature. As far as pure plot goes, there’s no pressing need for all these girls. A little boy could have opened the wardrobe (and in the fragmentary initial draft, did). Given that we already know Eustace well by The Silver Chair, it would not seem strictly necessary for a patently ordinary schoolgirl to follow him on his return trip to Narnia, yet follow she does–and her role in the story is pivotal. Why does the humble cab-driver whom Aslan crowns the first King of Narnia immediately ask for his equally humble wife, who is promptly spirited over, her hands full of washing, and crowned queen by his side? Well, because nothing could be more natural than to have her there.
None of these women are here to fill a quota. They’re here because Lewis wanted them there.
Show me the contemporary fantasy series with this level of equality. It doesn’t exist.
Master & Apprentice, Claudia Gray
girl help I’m crying over an astronaut meme
i just pointed out in my judaism class that it’s interesting to me that when asked God’s name, God did respond with the ineffable name (the tetragrammaton) but put a much greater emphasis on who they are the God OF (I’m the God of Abraham, the God of Moses, etc.).
and my teacher said she feels a kinship with that because she remembers the joy that came with the first time she was called “(son’s name)’s mom”, and how beautiful it feels be named for who you love. and i almost burst into tears
So this has been sitting on my drafts for over a month and I have to tell you that this post has fundamentally changed me as a person and I will never be the same again
i’m seeing a lot of people reblogging suicide hotlines and this is just a reminder that this is a suicide help line that works like a text-based instant messenger for people who may need to talk to someone but have trouble/are uncomfortable making phone calls
Never don’t reblog this. There are so many people who have such bad anxiety about phone calls. This can save so many lives
This is so so so very important. If you are struggling I want you to be safe, I want you to know that you are loved. I don’t like talking on the phone, sometimes I clam up and can’t talk when I’m anxious. So I’m glad that I found this to share. Spread the word.
I have waited ALL FUCKING YEAR TO POST THIS
Santa is coming tonight.
@alltheshit-althetime
THE ONLY CHRISTMAS POST I DON’T BLOCK
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YES HERE IT IS, JUST IN THE SAINT NICK OF TIME
[image description: tweet by Netchimen’s Reverie that reads “Tolkien describing places that are evil: no trees grow there” /end description]
This is doubtless because of his experience of the trenches in the Great War.
Like, this is what things looked like to soldiers who fought in that war (image in black and white of a solitary soldier walking across a muddy wasteland pocked with puddles):
Here’s Delville Wood, the site of a battle in 1916 (sepia image of a wasteland dotted with broken and dead trees):
Here’s an image from the Battle of the Somme, in which Tolkien participated (image of soldiers standing above and inside a trench or earthwork in a grey wasteland; smoke from artillery is on the horizon)
So yeah: no trees = evil was Tolkien’s own direct lived experience. It’s precisely why Mordor and the wastelands around it look like they do in his books.
the plateau of gorgoroth, the heartland of mordor, is described as being scarred by countless pits dug by orcs the true seat of evil is full of foxholes and trenches
There’s a lesson to be learned here.
I hope Tolkien would be happy to learn that a hundred years on, trees grow again here:
From The Atlantic.
I think that Tolkien would be very happy to see that.
I think pining is valid if and only if you are loving the person as they truly exist—as separate from you and with their own free will—as opposed to loving a false version of them in your head who never left you or came back to you. if your love doesn’t include their freedom to not choose you, it’s not love.
If your love doesn't include their freedom to not choose you, it's not love.
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we think pining is romantic because fidelity is romantic. the reason it pulls at our heartstrings is less the idea of a longing that can never be satisfied and more the idea of someone being faithful to their love even when they’re not getting anything from it
I'm crying my eyes out
the concept and idea of “you can always start trying to be a better person” is extremely important to me both in media and irl and i continue to be deeply deeply disturbed by the trend on this site pushing that these ideas in media are bad writing or even morally reprehensible
because theyd rather someone stay terrible or just straight up die than become a better person
from a compassionate point of view it’s deeply distressing and from a pragmatic point of view it’s outright frustrating
it’s fucked up.
What is the most important step a man can take?
The next.
There is the fantasy, the beautiful notion in your head, that being taken by the ocean would be peaceful, beautiful, watching the light crash over you. And then you actually step in and are like fuck that’s cold actually and you emerge coughing and wet and cold and feeling very much unsexy and unromantic and very much not taken by the ocean and you shuffle alive and very much matted down and wet like a sad dog down to the surf shop, wet and ruined wallet in hand, to get yourself an ugly but dry t-shirt and a soda. And you sit outside on the pier, wet hair in your eyes and obnoxious but dry t-shirt on your back and hear the waves crashing on the shore and smell the seafood on the grill from the restaurant two stores down and you wonder what’s become of your life. Your hair is salty, you were not successfully taken by the ocean because it was cold and unpleasant. You crack open the soda. It tastes pretty good. The waves crash and roll. It’s foggy and cold. There’s sand stuck to your feet. You are hit by the sudden realization that tomorrow exists and the strange feeling that suddenly you are fine with that.
(Walking out of the Chernobyl reactor core) "whew! Do NOT go in there!"