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white boy shocks everyone at the restaurant by ordering in perfect Proto-Indo-European

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“And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air.” - LOTR: The Return of the King

Some book Eowyn x Faramir because they live rent free in my head

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KRYPTO SUPERMAN (2025) Directed by James Gunn

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Liber de naturis bestiarum, 13th century.

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a while ago I read this sci-fi short story from the 50s where a guy is kidnapped and interrogated by aliens using a very sophisticated lie detector, but he realizes that the lie detector works off technical truth, and with some careful phrasing and misdirection, he manages to make them believe that humans are a race of immortal, overpowered, omniscient telepathic beings. and it works.

my favorite part is when he tells them that humans are "capable of transportation without the aid of spaceships or any vehicles, just by using mental power to control physical matter". it's true, we can. it's called walking.

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Hallmark Christmas movie but the salt-of-the-earth small-town guy moves to the big city and falls in love with the cynical career woman and they stay in the city and work side by side to make the world a better wait that’s Superman, once again I have just written Superman

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“How’s life?”

Me:

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You shall not foresee your death Your end is not yours to know Where you draw your final breath Unknowingly you shall go

Was it written in the stars, perhaps Did something choose your fate? Or by your cautious plans' collapse, A mistake you saw too late?

You cannot say from where it comes You cannot say when it shall strike From an unseen corner it lunges At the fool and cautious, alike

It may come on journeys far away It might strike you right at home When it shall hit, no-one can say

The unexpected gnome

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Entrance to the Archangel Michael Monastery in Prilep.

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Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"

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This Too Shall Pass But Like Holy F*ck - Cross Stitch Pattern - PDF ONLY by OddlySpecificXStitch

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next week being christmas feels fake but okay

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It’s interesting to me to see how few people in the Queen’s Thief books get the luxury of names. Costis doesn’t see people this way, so in KoA everyone but the king and queen is named, but in the first two books, a surprising amount of people don’t get names so much as titles. The central figures, Eugenides, Attolia, and Eddis, all wear their titles as names. Nahuseresh is described just as often as “the Mede” or “the Mede ambassador.” The magus is only ever the magus, the minister of war is never anything but the minister of war even when he is Eugenides’ father. 

Relius has a name, Relius who pulled himself out of the dirt and convinced his queen she should give him a job collecting secrets; Sophos has a name, but Sophos is a child, and when he grows up he also gets a title to wear instead. Ambiades has a name, Ambiades who has lost all titles; Pol, who has no ambition for titles, has a name.

When we learn the queens’ given names it’s a shock so great it’s almost dissonant, realizing that they’ve carried these secret selves around with them all this time. You realize that as girls, each of them used a different word to define herself. Eddis and Attolia are their countries, they embody them as much as lead them. And each of them stepped into that, into a role they never expected to have, at a breathtakingly young age, and never looked back.

And then you have Eugenides. He’s been Eugenides from birth. He didn’t step into a title that was supposed to go to someone else. He didn’t fill a void that had to be filled, either – the position of Queen’s Thief was almost entirely ceremonial by then. He could have let it drop out of history, but he didn’t. He chose this, every part of it. 

And he didn’t take a new name. He already bore his name, his title – what he did was live up to it, was choose to accept it.

I don’t know what this means, exactly, but consider this: when Eugenides is delirious from fever in the beginning of QoA, he recognizes no one, not even his father. Then Eddis comes in, calls out “Eugenides!” and orders him to behave. He stills. “My Queen?” he asks, confused. She tells him to sleep, and he does, and that’s the thing – his own father can’t reach him, but his queen can, because he is her Thief before he is anything else.

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I want to write a book called “your character dies in the woods” that details all the pitfalls and dangers of being out on the road & in the wild for people without outdoors/wilderness experience bc I cannot keep reading narratives brush over life threatening conditions like nothing is happening.

I just read a book by one of my favorite authors whose plots are essentially airtight, but the MC was walking on a country road on a cold winter night and she was knocked down and fell into a drainage ditch covered in ice, broke through and got covered in icy mud and water.

Then she had a “miserable” 3 more miles to walk to the inn.

Babes she would not MAKE it to that inn.

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a dreamer, a dream, and declan: that was the brothers lynch

declan lynch web weaving, 5/?

richard siken, turpentine; maggie stiefvater, the raven king; paula vogel, how i learned to drive; maggie stiefvater, the raven king; AroarA, #6; maggie stiefvater, call down the hawk; lucy dacus, dream state…; maggie stiefvater, call down the hawk; ted chiang, story of your life; natalie diaz, a brother named gethsemane; maggie stiefvater, the dream thieves; michael torres, my brother is asking for stamps; the 1975, is there somebody who can watch you?; maggie stiefvater, mister impossible; lady lamb, little brother; maggie stiefvater, the dream thieves; jean anouilh, antigone; valzhyna mort, genesis; maggie stiefvater, mister impossible; the hollies, he ain't heavy, he's my brother

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it’s really important to me when men put their heads in women’s laps. one of the most important things i can see on my tv. men laying their heads in women’s laps or men sitting and women standing and the man holds her around the middle and presses his face into her tummy as she hugs him around the shoulders. two very important poses. extremely soul igniting tableaux.