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I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say

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I don't care who wins as long as some of these countries stop voting for mf Loreen

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The public vote is going to give the fucking jury whiplash just you wait cunts

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STOP VOTING FOR SWEDEN DAMN IT

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all the juries giving sweden 12 points

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Juries, please stop giving all your 12 points to Sweden.

Like please, JUST STOP.

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Jury votes are my villain origin story.

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The juries' votes

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"What do I know? I'm just an aging homosexual in a commentary booth."

- Graham Norton, most relatable man alive

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and now we’re -

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Ange Chapter 17

Summary: Psychological look at adapting to being the baroness, Chapter 16

A/N: A little short but the next Beltane chapter, when events start happening again, will be out by the new year, but I really just wanted to write again to remind myself why and how I fell in love with this time period…since I’m putting together graduate school applications for medieval archaeology and history over Christmas break

Historical Context: A Chancery is a medieval administration office that any paperwork-y would go through and where many documents like taxes were stored. Generally, they had a chancellor as the head of the office with subordinates that did the work for the lords. Idk why or how common these are, but in America, tomatoes are the #1 pin cushion shape. Townlands are a Norman sub-division of a county. They are basically the area between 1 and 1000 acres surrounding the town

Warnings: depression, anxiety, implied smut

Word Count: 2231

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The rain pattered against the great hall windows, turning the outside world into a dreamy watercolor filled with the light green of spring, standing in contrast to the dull grey reality inside. Technically you were supposed to be doing something, though you were not entirely sure what. Felim spoke fast French with a thick Irish accent and switched to Irish so frequently that you could never get a grip on what he was saying, even for the easy French words. 

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Love love love when people reimagine Bilbo and Thorin's first meeting as love at first sight, bc in reality it was like:

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Another thing I love in the books is that more often than not Geralt seems to lose the major fights we hear about, or is at least injured, sometimes severely.

I just think it's interesting, because on the surface he's this experienced powerful warrior guy, and yeah he's a famous witcher for a reason--like he's not a bad fighter! Yet still the story will go "and then Geralt got his ass kicked" basically. He's the main character and he doesn't always win. And that's fascinating.

Which I think is an aspect you don't get to see as much when he becomes y'know a video game protagonist. Because even when you get hurt or die in a game, it's temporary, not canon to the story, and usually consequence-free.

People expect a bit of a power fantasy in video games, though. Probably why the games barely if ever acknowledge that, in the books, Geralt's canonically disabled.

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Kili and Fili: We missed you, Uncle Thorin! :D

Thorin: Missed me? What did you throw at me?

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Yennefer: Whoever manages to rile Geralt up first wins. Good luck, guys!

Ciri: I'm going to have a casual conversation with him and keep on saying "no pun intended" especially after sentences that evidently have no pun whatsoever.

Jaskier: And I'm going to pay him loads of compliments, air quoting the adjectives all the while.

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Soft Side

This is a sweet little story for my dear friend @cavillsthighs ! I’m so so so sorry this is late, but I really hope you enjoy this sweet little story.

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It was oddly quiet when you entered the small house, kicking off your shoes and listening for Sy’s telltale music he plays when working on his latest project. The house you both bought was a bit of a fixer upper, but you knew when you laid eyes on it that it would be perfect, Sy immediately taking a liking to having projects to occupy him when he’s home. Lately it’s been finishing a task at a time, and he had spent the entire week talking about finally finishing the master bedroom and his plans for the next job.

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