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[thedreadvampy]

Losing my shit about this article in which a transphobic Tory was so busy panicking about existing in the vicinity of a Trans that she almost certainly misheard "jeans" as "penis" and decided that not only was this a problem with the other woman, but also that the world must be informed of this pressing danger.

"a trans woman! I had to stand directly behind her....I thought, 'this is going well', I'm handling The Situation fine'..."

translated: I saw a tall woman with broad shoulders. How would I get out of this alive? I thought. she has a PENIS. PENIS PENIS PENIS. through some force of PENIS I mean will I managed to PENIS behave normally towards her. My hands were PENIS PENIS PENIS shaking as I tried to dry them. summoning up all my PENIS courage I said 'dryer's crap innit'. she turned to me and said " yeah I'm just goiPENIS PENIS PENIS"

It's been a week and I'm still shaking. This proves trans women are the problem and I'm not weird. I'm fine. It's fine. If you think about it I'm the hero hePENIS!!!!!

very this

[leclercskiesahead]

Oh

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live | 1x01 - Years

[nochd]

This was on @whatareyoureallyafraidof's post where they put up this:

And I responded with this image:

and promised in the tags to elaborate if asked. And, @frodo-the-weeb, I will. But it's going to get long and I'm going to have to split it up into several reblogs.

First of all, since not everybody in the world is a Silmarillion enthusiast, let me explain what we're referring to.

One of the stories in the Silmarillion, and possibly the one Tolkien cared about the most, is the tale of Lúthien and Beren; a highly condensed version of a narrative poem called the Lay of Leithian, which Tolkien began writing in the 1930s and tried to get his publisher interested in after the success of The Hobbit.

(Their readers said no, and they tactfully asked him to focus on his Hobbit sequel instead. "The result," in Tolkien's own words, "was The Lord of the Rings.")

The skeleton of The Lay of Leithian is as follows; I'm intentionally leaving out a bunch of information that weaves it into the overarching story of the Silmarillion but isn't relevant to the thesis I'm advancing here.

Lúthien, an Elven princess and enchantress, falls in love with a mortal man, a ranger called Beren. Her father, the Elven King Thingol, disapproves and sends him Beren off to fetch one of the jewels from the crown of the Dark Lord Morgoth. Lúthien tries to join Beren but her father imprisons her in a tower to stop her, only it's actually a treehouse because they're forest elves. Lúthien magically grows her hair long and uses it to escape. By the time she catches up with Beren he is chained in the dungeons of Morgoth's second-in-command, Thû (whom Tolkien later renamed Sauron). She rescues him with the help only of a dog, who defeats Thû himself in single combat. They then live in the forest together for quite some time, but Beren feels bad about being the reason she can't go home to her family, and still intends to finish his mission and get the jewel. He leaves one morning while she's still asleep, so as not to put her in danger, and then when he's on the threshold of Morgoth's underground fortress in the far North of Middle-Earth she catches up with him again and he accepts that she's not going to be put off. Together they enter Morgoth's fortress and make their way to his throne room. They are in disguise but Morgoth is not fooled and uncovers Lúthien in front of everyone, declaring his intention to make her one of his many slaves. Lúthien offers to sing and dance for him, which is the way she works her magic. She puts everyone in the throne room to sleep, including both Beren and eventually Morgoth. She wakes Beren and he takes the jewel and they flee, but as they get to the outer door they are stopped by Morgoth's guard-wolf, who bites off Beren's hand holding the jewel.

That's as far as Tolkien ever got with the poem, but we have the synopsis in the prose Silmarillion to tell us the rest of the story; again cutting it down to the quick, Thingol accepts Beren as his son-in-law, Morgoth's guard-wolf attacks Doriath, Beren goes and hunts it but is mortally wounded, his spirit goes to the Halls of Waiting in the Undying Lands where the dead in Middle-Earth go, Lúthien also goes there and, again through her magical song, persuades Mandos the god of the dead to let him come back. Mandos offers her a choice: live on immortally as an Elf without Beren, or return to Middle-Earth with Beren but both of them will grow old and die. She chooses the latter.

Tolkien created Lúthien as a portrait of his wife Edith, which makes Beren a picture of himself. We know this for a fact because he had LUTHIEN written on her grave when she died, and when he joined her in it two years later the name BEREN was written for him:

Now on the lower right side of my response image you'll see Pauline Baynes' illustration of the Lady in the Green Kirtle from The Silver Chair, one of C. S. Lewis's Narnia stories. A quick synopsis of the Lady of the Green Kirtle's part in the story:

The Lady is a witch who rules a gloomy kingdom underneath Narnia, accessible through a fissure in the earth in an old ruined city far to the North. Before the story opens she has enspelled and kidnapped King Caspian's son Prince Rilian, whom she intends to send leading an army to conquer Narnia in her name. For twenty-three hours a day he is her willing slave and lap-dog; to maintain the spell, he must be bound to the titular silver chair for the remaining hour, during which he is sane and aware of his imprisonment. The protagonists, Eustace and Jill and their guide Puddleglum, meet her and Rilian unawares on their journey to the North; she sends them astray and almost succeeds in getting them eaten by giants. Eventually they rescue Rilian from the chair, but she sings a magical song which very nearly puts them all to sleep but for Puddleglum's intervention. Foiled, she transforms into a serpent, attacks them, and they kill her.

It is my contention that the Lady in the Green Kirtle is Lewis's caricature of Lúthien, with the enslaved and befuddled Prince Rilian representing Beren; and further, that Lewis knew or recognised that Lúthien and Beren were a literary portrait of the Tolkiens, so that The Silver Chair is ultimately a nasty commentary on their marriage.

In forthcoming reblogs I will lay out my evidence for this thesis.

[tilion-writes]

"Then Felagund upon the head Of Orodreth set it: 'Brother mine, till I return this crown is thine.' Then Celegorm no more would stay, and Curufin smiled and turned away."

For the @candcweek prompt "Oaths" -> Fëanorian Oath!

This line from the Lay of Leithian has always really stuck with me for some reason. The C&C brainrot is real.

[shannonsketches]

[cconfusedkat]

Hey Hi!!!!! i love to make fankid ocs (that arent rlly canon but its the fun part) and so for months i wanted to make a lambmura kiddo and Bam,,, We got the lider (lambspider child)

The liderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (there's. there's Also. Spamb ?) (spimb,) (LADDER? No. no that Isn't A Possible Combination,)

Anywho over the past few days ive been making a few silly panels for fun 🥹🥹🥹 i think she'd be somewhat a problem child when shes younger but as she grows up shes usually told "where did that sweet little girl go" cuz shes become more quiet

The biterrrrrrr (she had a srs biting problem for a while)

Aftermath of rarely concerned spider parent 🤲

I am SO normal about domestic lambmura trust trust TRUST. TRUST. anyways yes not a canon kid to any au of mine like others I usually make,, but I still think Ajdaha is rlly cute gwhegfhr

11:00 am edit: I am now realizing the dialogue doesn't make sense chat. Shamura makes it up to lamb I swear they didn't skim past the fact that they taught their daughter how to poison people- I SWEAR . I DREW THE DIALOGUEE WHEN I WAS RLLY TIRED ,,,

[sesamenom]

WAIT SO THAT'S WHY THEY REMIND US OF C&C

[save-the-villainous-cat]

hero x villain, they usually get bruised, bloody, and hurt after every fight. one day, the hero staggers half dead through the city, trying to escape someone or something, and hide.

their own nemesis, the ruthless villain, discovers them limping about, easy pickings. they begin with their big bad speech w/ threats until they see that the hero wasn't wounded, they were tortured.

hero sees a side of the villain they had never seen before. villain approaches, says, "who did this to you" ಠ⌣ಠ

They counted themselves lucky when they found an alleyway.

Away from the busy street and the chatting people, they pushed themselves into the darkest corner, into the probably filthiest part of the city.

Fucking hell, it was raining cats and dogs and the hero was sure this was some sick and twisted joke. They’d infect their wound here.

Hospital wasn’t an option. Even if they did reach it in time, announcing themselves and risking their family’s and friend’s safety was something they couldn’t allow.

Their apartment was south, too far south for them to reach. And a hero base hadn’t been constructed in this district yet.

They groaned and threw their head back, putting more and more pressure onto the wound until they had to bite back a scream. What a fucking night.

For mere seconds, they closed their eyes and allowed themselves to rest, despite the ringing in their ears, despite the blood loss and despite the shortening breath. Could they leave a message? So their family could at least get the body? The hero doubted it. They’d lost their phone somewhere during the struggle. Or did it get smashed? They didn’t remember.

When they opened their eyes, the villain stood before them, looking at where the hero had slid down the brick wall.

“What a pretty catch,” they said.

“Sorry, not for sale,” the hero rasped. At this point it didn’t matter, did it? If the villain wanted to kill them, fine. At least the ugly truth wouldn’t come out.

The villain gave one of their cruel, unforgiving smirks and tilted their head. It was a game to them. A game that was too cruel for the hero.

“Well, I’m a big fan of theft.”

“You’re funny.” The hero didn’t laugh. Maybe they would’ve. But the blood loss was killing them. Oxygen. They needed oxygen. Their organs would shut down pretty soon.

“I’ve been following you for like twenty minutes.” The villain observed them slowly, eyes going up and down, inspecting the wounds as if it was their job.

“Ever gotten that checked out? Bit possessive.”

“Aren’t we all, when it comes to you?” Now it was the hero’s turn to smile and to their own surprise, it was real. They meant it. The villain had made them smile.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re pretty popular, don’t you think? People love you, villains hate you. You’re the hot stuff. End boss of my personal mini game.” The hero let out a whimper and squeezed their eyes shut. Having superpowers didn’t free them from pain. The villain frowned.

Exclusivity wasn’t a privilege that also jumped over to their medical condition. Unfortunately.

The hero cursed in their mind. They should’ve been smarter, should’ve seen this coming. What a waste of their own potential.

“This is just a mini game?” the hero asked, wheezing.

“My favourite one.” The villain squatted, closer than they’d ever been to the hero and for a second, the hero expected to be murdered with a knife or worse, tortured even more with the villain’s finger twisting and turning in their open wounds.

But the villain lifted the hero’s arms gently, looked at the wounds, made a grimace and gazed back at the hero.

Something in their face screamed confusion. And something much subtler, whispered anger with the promise of action. It made the villain unpredictable and the hero hated that.

“What?” the hero said.

“Who?” They stared at the wound, brows knitted together. “Who did this?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m dying.”

“I can save you,” the villain said. No hesitation, no second-guessing, just an idea that sounded more like a promise. “But you’ll have to give me the name. Now.”

The hero stared at their enemy. Stared and stared, hoping this was a dream or a sick joke. They couldn’t afford to like the villain, couldn’t afford anything but hate for them.

And yet…the hero’s family, their friends, the city…You’re pretty popular, don’t you think? The city needed them. Obligation.

They had to live. Had to survive to protect. To fight. Not for their own sake but for others. For those who couldn’t protect themselves.

“My sidekick,” the hero said. “My sidekick is trying to torture and kill me.”

[stalwart-spirit]

Crafted up the top from the new glam and honestly, out of all the dad glams I have made for him... How is this the dad-est of them all?

Also bonus portrait. He's about to proudly show you so many pics of his kids!!

[knightwhoisni]

entire day vanished while i was in höllvania and i still don't want to leave. i think that means the update is good.

[hanzajesthanza]

i insisted upon myself a period of one day before i start talking about regis again and that day has cleared

“so what did you do in your youth”

geralt: i had to slay the bastards that massacred my caste

milva: i murdered my pervert stepfather for how he serially assaulted me, then ran away from home

cahir: agonized over my brother’s death and trained to avenge him from the north

angoulême: escaped from being sexually trafficked, killed my abusers, and formed a gang

regis:

regis: …

(what regis was doing):

[dooblez]

scrab cameo

[hilsonisthecure]

[papita474]

The things I would give for a christmas whit snow instead of a christmas whit a day of 50°C when everyone is complaining about how hot the fucking day is and no one can even stand the clothes theyre wearing jaksjsalajaksks

[worshipfulmercy]

House & Wilson × Touch, Daft Punk Ft. Paul Williams