simply mari

Courage doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes courage is the quiet voice
at the end of the day, saying,
‘I will try again tomorrow.
—  Mary Anne Radmacher, Simply An Inspired Life: Consciously Choosing Unbounded Happiness in Good Times & Bad
  • Nurse: And the Queen is here, Your Majesty
  • Queen Mary: Could you be more specific?
  • Nurse: Ma'am?
  • Queen Mary: Which queen?
  • Nurse: Queen Elizabeth, ma'am
  • Queen Mary: Which one? There are two
  • Nurse: The young one.
  • Queen Mary: Oh, The Queen
  • Nurse: I thought you was all queens. They gave me a sheet.
  • Queen Mary: We are. I was the queen so long as my husband, the king, was alive, but since he died, I am no longer The Queen but I am simply Queen Mary. My late son's widow was also The Queen but upon the death of her husband, she became Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother. Her daughter, Queen Elizabeth is now queen, so she is…
  • Nurse: The Queen
  • Queen Mary: Bravo
  • Nurse: Nurses and nuns have the same problem. We're all called Sister.
  • Queen Mary: So you are.
  • Nurse: Well. She's outside, The Queen
  • Queen Mary: Then let her in, Sister

Look-if Mary was actually an ally, there was literally no reason for a post-credit scene. If she truly meant that Sherlock just needs to go to hell and back to save John, that would have been in her original speech during the video, she would’ve simply said you need to go to hell to save John Watson.

But that isn’t what happened. We got a definitive statement: “Go to hell, Sherlock.” It wasn’t said kindly, it wasn’t affectionate, and there was no caveat to the statement.

It was simply Mary telling Sherlock to go to hell. If Mary was an ally, they would never include this. Particularly in a post-credit scene. That is MEANT to stick out to us. We are MEANT to notice it. We are meant to question Mary because of that. It’s meant to be significant.

Otherwise the moment wouldn’t exist.

Courage doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes courage is the quiet voice
at the end of the day, saying,
‘I will try again tomorrow.’
—  Mary Anne Radmacher, Simply An Inspired Life: Consciously Choosing Unbounded Happiness in Good Times & Bad

anonymous asked:

Your writings are a balm to my weary Phoster soul. I know it is a day late, but could you write a Phoster Valentine fic? Modern AU or set within the show. I am craving Phoster romance and fluff.

You may imagine this set within a lacy pink heart…

“Your beard tickles,” Mary said smiling up at him from where she sat at her lacy dressing table. He liked to watch her plait her hair before bed, a leisurely luxury he’d never imagined when they had worked together at Mansion House. She laughed when he said it, pointing out he rarely contented himself with watching, eager to help with her transformation into the Mary who shared his bed, no longer either the Baroness or Mrs. Foster when the door closed behind them. Had the other women in his life had so many aspects he was unaware of? He could not decide if he had been inattentive to their more varied selves or whether it was simply that Mary was the most complex woman of his acquaintance. He had thought he’d known her when they married shortly after her recovery from typhoid, but he had discovered, to his perpetual delight and never his dismay, that he had been mistaken.

Jed had known how generous she was with others, how forgiving of the myriad flaws that he might barely tolerate but he found his wife Mary was a fine mimic, a talent which made their evenings ring with laughter, and he now recognized the glint in her eye when she was noting another’s foibles and tone. She had an inordinate fondness for sweets, one she would not lightly indulge, and he had become the confectioner’s best customer in response. She did not care for sewing though she made sure the mending was done promptly and well and she missed nursing but never complained that their marriage had ended her vocation. She was a better scholar than he was, happy to spend her afternoons in perusal of weighty mathematics texts and she caressed his microscope in the study when she dusted it almost as lovingly as his face when he returned home.

And he had discovered that in the privacy of their room, she was given to a wonderful, contemplative bawdiness without a hint of shame, an exuberant delight in the exercise of her marital duty which rendered the expression irrelevant, and a keen sense of how far she might go before she shocked him and how she might turn his surprise to their mutual, ecstatic benefit. As she was clearly prepared to this evening with her remark about his beard, her gaze merry and assessing.

“Shall I rid myself of it then? I admit I am much accustomed to it, but for you, I would make any sacrifice,” he declared theatrically, stroking her bare shoulder softly, pushing aside the muslin pleats to feel her warm, silky skin.

“Are you not a scientist, Jed? I offered an observation, not a complaint or admonition,” she said, tying the ribbon on the second plait. It would not be very long before he had pulled the bow loose and freed all her chestnut curls but she would persist in her toilette despite his obvious intentions. “Can you not develop a hypothesis regarding the appropriate application of such sensation? Or do you need my assistance?”

“I welcome your assistance in this endeavor as in all. If you’d like to enlighten me further?” he replied, waiting for her response with a markedly growing interest he knew she had not failed to notice.

“I propose the location is the deciding variable but of course, the only way to know is through experiment and careful, dedicated collection of results,” she said, winsome and flirtatious.

He would not keep her waiting and took her in his arms, his mouth at her throat, her lips, the tops of her breasts, careful to listen for her giddy response. He expected there would be a joyful hour spent acquiring the data she required and that afterwards, she would be more than happy to review the methodology and offer suggestions, even with a demonstration if he asked for it, before they both considered the conclusion in dreams they shared, blithely defying any science but true nonetheless.

While everyone is angry at Mary Winchester, I’m just like LOL why is anyone surprised?

She ain’t doing anything that any other Winchesters haven’t done - lying, working with the enemy, making stupid mistakes - that’s literally the Winchesters for 12 seasons - if they didn’t, shit wouldn’t be happening and this show would be drama free lol

Seems to me Mary is simply catching up in one season what took Sam and Dean and Cas about nearly a decade to get to - I mean, she was dead for quite a while, give her some space to catch up on making stupid mistakes

You endured 12 seasons of Winchester stupidity, one more season ain’t gonna make a difference, Mary is dealing with a steep learning curve that’s all

Anyways, someone really should find Adam, that poor child

Pardon the Interruption...

But I have to take a moment to spread some “Mary is a special, talented snowflake” love.

You guys know how much I simply adore Mary McDonnell. She’s my precious snowflake for so many reasons, but her immense talent is what I respect about her the most. It’s just such a gift. If anyone doubts her abilities, then they need look no further than her role as Laura Roslin on BSG. It’s probably my favorite performance by any actor ever. It actually moves me, and not just because of the story and what her character endures throughout, but her actual performance strikes an emotional cord with me because it’s just so beautiful. I could devote an entire blog to various moments (big and small) that illustrate this point, but I just wanted to mention one that has been on my mind lately (I blame all the Roslin/Adama on my dash).

There is a very understated moment at the end of “Blood on the Scales” (4x14) where Laura returns to the Galactica and sees Bill for the first time after being told that he was dead. If memory serves, she had already known by this point that he was alive, but there’s just something about seeing that for yourself. She climbs down the ladder and turns to see him standing across the way unharmed. As much as I love a good “run and hug your man” and all the passion and romance that goes along with that, this moment was so much more powerful. She makes this intake of breath that devolves into a sob, and it’s just absolutely beautiful and gut-wrenchingly real. I just don’t think anyone else could have pulled off all the emotion of that scene with a single sob the way Mary does. That one little sob moment/scene is one of my favorite acting moments of all time.

I bet when Lavi was new at the Order he pranked every person to know how tolerant they are. Then he came across Marie, who was like the island of calm itself, you simply can’t piss Marie off - Lavi did the mistake to take this as a challenge. Every day he schemed devious plans to push Marie to the edge, but his last plan nastily backfired and needed to get saved by Marie. Even then, Marie showed not an ounce of annoyance, he just asked Lavi if everything way alright. And Lavi just looks at Marie in awe as if he was some angel who descended from the heavens, because there was absolutely no way someone could be this understanding. When he apologizes, cheeks burning frorm shame he’s ready to cry when Marie offers to play him a song.

I want to write something
so simply
about love
or about pain
that even
as you are reading
you feel it
and as you read
you keep feeling it
and though it be my story
it will be common,
though it be singular
it will be known to you
so that by the end
you will think—
no, you will realize—
that it was all the while
yourself arranging the words,
that it was all the time
words that you yourself,
out of your heart
had been saying.
—  Mary Oliver, “I Want to Write Something So Simply” (in Evidence)

So we moved onto TPM, and @kalinara pointed out that the podrace is in Beggar’s Canyon.  Where Luke played as a child, shooting two-meter rats from a little training plane.  Which is freaking amazing.  I know we’re supposed to be more impressed because Anakin is 9 years old, but Anakin BRAGS about this kind of thing.  Luke says offhandedly in the briefing to Wedge that “Hey, we can do this.  I’ve done shots like that,  it’s easy” and he’s not bragging.  It’s just not really notable.   (Nor are the two-meter long rats) 

And then you take into account that Luke at the end of ESB seems to be doing the same sorts of things as Anakin in AotC, facing off a Sith Lord after what is maybe 10 days of training total and 3 years of knowing what a Jedi is compared to Anakin’s 10 years of intense training and study.  The fact that in RotS they establish that Obi-Wan, a Master Jedi, needs to be TAUGHT to hear Qui-Gon’s ghost speaking to him (and only Yoda could hear him without training) while Luke just.. hears him…  Well, the prequels just make Luke a lot more impressive in hindsight.  I swear when Qui-Gon gets to the Other Side, some avatar of the Force greets him and says “You thought that kid was the Chosen One?  You ain’t seen nothing yet”

Because,“ explained Mary Rommely simply, "the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is necessary that she believe. She must start out by believing in things not of this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination. I, myself, even in this day and at my age, have great need of recalling the miraculous lives of the Saints and the great miracles that have come to pass on earth. Only by having these things in my mind can I live beyond what I have to live for.
—  Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Just something that I’ve found to be a bit unrealistic that they haven’t touched on - warning: this is me being EXTREMELY unnecessarily critical.

But, Alison and Jason have acted rather normal to simply seeing Mary. I think they should’ve had a greater reaction. I know Mary is not their mother, but essentially they’re looking at their dead mother alive in the flesh. How frickn awkward, and confronting is that!? I just expected Jason to be a bit more emotional when meeting Mary; not in the sense of saying anything, but just the way he looked. Almost as if “I still don’t like you, and I still want you to get the hell off my property, but this is so fking weird seeing my dead mother alive right in front me”. If that makes sense???

If my mother had passed away and then I see a splitting image of her alive in front of me, I’d be hella creeped out and very emotional as all the memories of my passed away mother would come flooding back.

Again, this is very unnecessary to say and yes I’m being over critical. The scenes between Mary and Ali/Jason were great. They were. But, I felt they missed that deeper layer to truly be 100% realistic as opposed to 99.8% realistic.