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I don't think this Kate knew what hit her
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Woaggg,, big doll,,
#he’s 12 inches tall#a whole ruler!!#got him off Etsy but he was so broken I almost cried#like eyes and hands and the cross all fell off and snapped and just#he was a mess so I fixed him up and also changed the positioning of his hands and his head#must perfect my boy#tadc#the amazing digital circus#kinger#tadc kinger
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Poor gangle, she must be lonely. . . Wait, is she lonely? And also, why the hell does she try to kill everyone?
(I feel like her world is this sentence entirely "It's Kill or Be Killed" . . Just a hunch)
Might be a little lonely
#au#tadc#the amazing digital circus#theamazingdigitalcircus#TADC AU#dimension rulers au#Gangle#Half of my screen is broken so this took forever to make and post
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this island is in shambles
#unnamed unrevealed Broken Tooth Leader that exists: literally the ruler of 'Doesn't Listen To People' island#bug game#TofS is a story about why you should listen to people#TofS
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From a pile of fabric offcuts and random fasteners and glue and broken bits of jewellery and things that i found on the ground i just made a choker for myself and a really pretty if I do say so myself custom keyring for my parents to put on their spare keys I love to do crafts and I love repurposing scrap material into something cool! Nothing is useless to everyone everything has its time and purpose!!!!
#i am so truly at heart a borrower or perhaps a womble#like. the mockup of the keyring included their surname stamped into an old cider can#but then the can wasnt sturdy enough but then i remembered the broken random bit of metal ruler i found#and i was like oh i can file this down and use this and then i DID and it looks SO CUTE#cs we just found a set of spare keys we thought were lost forever so now im putting our name on it so if we lend them to someone#or leave them somewhere then people will know to give them back to us
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redoing the tags for my project moon muses so i can have them all in one place, especially since i just got new ones added lol
#[ i have nothing but my sorrow // roland ]#[ o my sorrow‚ you are better than a well beloved // angelica ]#[ carry me from a false deliverance // angela ]#[ as above‚ so below // malkuth ]#[ the right hand of god // chesed ]#[ manifested glory // hod ]#[ dark cloud blade // sayo ]#[ a harmonious balance // tiphereth ]#[ the essence of judgement and limitation // gebura ]#[ forlorn artistry // netzach ]#[ everywhere that i go‚ death follows me // thanatos ]#[ they're killing me when i'm fast asleep // hypnos ]#[ fly‚ broken wings // yi sang ]#[ i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine // gregor samsa ]#[ feigning silence through a holy fate // faust ]#[ may these flames burn your wickedness // ryoshu ]#[ lady luck might even be on your side // rodya ]#[ i'm calling to know the world's true yearning // sinclair ]#[ i am nobody ; nothing at all // outis ]#[ the gilded lily // yuri ]#[ mechanical hands are the ruler of everything // dante ]#[ blind obsession // ishmael ]#[ with each bite does your sanity die // kromer ]#[ like fallen petals // dongbaek ]#[ young lady of jade // odelia samsa | jia mingyu ]#[ scorched dark child // yoshika ]#[ oh darling‚ don't you ever grow up // wendy darling ]#[ people turn on you just like the wind // eurydice ]#[ i am not an angel // jane eyre ]
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It JUST dawned on me... Bard went through the ENTIRE Battle of the Five Armises with the ARKENSTONE in his jacket’s inner pocket!!!!! WTF!!!!! Good thing he didn’t drop it or lose it!!! Risky, risky, risky business doing that Bowman!!!
#bofta#Battle of the Five Armies#Arkenstone in Bard's pocket#mind blown that it wasn't lost or dropped!#risky business#Middle Earth#bickering rulers#broken promises#Bard the bowman#Thorin Oakenshield#what a risk
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Similarities between the themes of Hollow Knight and Disco Elysium; discuss
#vu's posts#hollow knight#disco elysium#am i reaching? maybe. did i think of this while i wasn't fully awake? yes.#anyways... let's see what i can think of#both games' settings were essentially destroyed and terrorized by colonizers#(revachol was bombed by the moralintern and also invaded 300 years prior)#(hallownest was overcome with infection after radiance came in and decided that she wanted to control the place)#the original rulers and just the upper classes in general were cowards and left everyone else to rot#(this is more obvious with pale king but i'd say that it also applies to the suzerain(s) both before and during the revolution)#both games have characters who are kinda just... stuck in the terrible place they live. but they go about their lives anyways#both have themes of hope despite all the tragedy also. the world is broken but in time it can still slowly heal#...also the overarching themes of both games are made physical via a giant bug#i know that one's a cheap shot since hk's characters are mostly bugs... but i had to#that's all i got for now
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It's missing Bag a Legend hours
#fallen london#apparently some parts of it don't make sense with greater lore or something idk but consider: i don't know the lore#all i know is it gave me Some Type Of Feeling when my character tried to hunt a monster based on curiosity alone#and found themself the only person who could even have a bare chance of undoing this...monster yes but also political figure#nightmare. near-god#a once in a thousand year chance and the way the writing gives you the full knowledge that you did not get there by skill#the nuns were training for much longer. april probably could have made the bomb herself#in fact it almost feels like the player's position in bag a legend relies on them NOT having the skill#less skill and knowledge than willingness. simultaneously disposable and essential#and for Hallowrove it was still a story about wanting to know#but it became more than just curiosity about a monster few had seen and instead shifted to#wanting to know whether this could be done. whether /they/ could do it. test the kind of power they'd been subject to#in one form or another for a lifetime#and see if it would actually give way. and if that giving way would actually turn out to MEAN something#and it did. the rulers are killable. the chain can be broken#and it didn't. the Bazaar still holds power. if anything more comfortably without their murderous colleague#but it made them uneasy. uneasy in the same way every person of London is every day#knowing that they're in the power of something so far above them in strength and so far from human as to see them as collectables#and for the player personally just. the sheer amount of time and effort you have to put into making that little tilt#the held breath feeling that this is a two sided hunt and you could die at any moment#the way it's such an ever present element all through the story that you are so far from the only or first person to try this#idk it just#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#bag a legend does things to me. i could write an essay#multiple probably#however i won't. because i don't know the Lore and people would so get on my ass for it jdhfjfjs#bag a legend spoilers#voidrambles
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i need a fic of a reader-insert or oc or something that falls down when Asriel and Chara were alive and helps prevents the tragedy that took place and also hangs out with Gaster and there is no romance involved just lore and character development
#slams table#i need this nowwww#it would be so cool#the oc or reader insert would watch all the main characters we know grow up but as kidddosss#also this is based around the timeline i have headcanoned so sans will be a baby#since i headcanon that he wasnt self aware when chara and asriel died#its just the goat parents gaster and gerson who are around#lya rambles#chara will also learn that the world is a better place#and asriel will grow up to be a good ruler#and maybe the barrier can be broken idk
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apparently I've never posted about vampire!sam at least not according to my tags which is bs but ANYWAY IM ON ABOUT VAMPIRE SAM : GIVE ME SAD ETERNAL SON THINGS
#【 » sam winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up— okay enough! ⇢ ooc « 】#ridiculius dumblr honestly#why are you so broken??
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KINGDOM OF ASH (by SJM)
Chapter 48
THE FAMILY REUINION🥹😆😭🫶& MY SOULLL
But when they reached Princess Hasar's battle tent, when they had all gathered around a map of Anielle, they had only a few minutes of discussion before they were interrupted. By the person Chaol least expected to walk through the flaps.
A moment later, Chaol was glad he was sitting down.
Nesryn breathed, "Holy gods."
Chaol was inclined to agree as Aelin Galathynius, Rowan Whitethorn, and several others entered the tent.
They were mud-splattered, the Queen of Terrasen's braided hair far longer than Chaol had last seen. And her eyes ... Not the soft, yet fiery gaze. But something older. Wearier.
Chaol shot to his feet. "I thought you were in Terrasen," he blurted. All the reports had confirmed it. Yet here she stood, no army in sight.
Three Fae males-towering warriors as broad and muscled as Rowan—had entered, along with a delicate, dark-haired human woman.
But Aelin was only staring at him. Staring and staring at him.
No one spoke as tears began sliding down her face. Not at his being here, Chaol realized as he took up his cane and limped toward Aelin.
But at him. Standing. Walking.
The young queen let out a broken laugh of joy and flung her arms around his neck. Pain lanced down his spine at the impact, but Chaol held her right back, every question fading from his tongue.
Aelin was shaking as she pulled away. "I knew you would," she breathed, gazing down his body, to his feet, then up again. "I knew you'd do it."
"Not alone," he said thickly. Chaol swallowed, releasing Aelin to extend an arm behind him. To the woman he knew stood there, a hand over the locket at her neck.
Perhaps Aelin would not remember, perhaps their encounter years ago had meant nothing to her at all, but Chaol drew Yrene forward. "Aelin, allow me to introduce"
"Yrene Towers," the queen breathed as his wife stepped to his side.
The two women stared at each other.
Yrene's mouth quivered as she opened the silver locket and pulled out a piece of paper. Hands trembling, she extended it to the queen. Aelin's own hands shook as she accepted the scrap.
"Thank you," Yrene whispered.
Chaol supposed it was all that really needed to be said.
Aelin unfolded the paper, reading the note she'd written, seeing the lines from the hundreds of foldings and rereadings these past few years.
"I went to the Torre," Yrene said, her voice cracking. "I took the money you gave me, and went to the Torre. And I became the heir apparent to the Healer on High. And now I have come back, to do what I can. I taught every healer I could the lessons you showed me that night, about self-defense. I didn't waste it-not a coin you gave me, or a moment of the time, the life you bought me." Tears were rolling and rolling down Yrene's face. "I didn't waste any of it."
Aelin closed her eyes, smiling through her own tears, and when she opened them, she took Yrene's shaking hands. "Now it is my turn to thank you." But Aelin's gaze fell upon the wedding band on Yrene's finger, and when she glanced to Chaol, he grinned.
"No longer Yrene Towers," Chaol said softly, "but Yrene Westfall."
Aelin let out one of those choked, joyous laughs, and Rowan stepped up to her side.
Yrene's head tilted back to take in the warrior's full height, her eyes widening-not only at Rowan's size, but at the pointed ears, the slightly elongated canines and tattoo. Aelin said, "Then let me introduce you, Lady Westfall, to my own husband, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius."
For that was indeed a wedding band on the queen's finger, the emerald mud-splattered but bright. On Rowan's own hand, a gold-and-ruby ring gleamed.
"My mate," Aelin added, fluttering her lashes at the Fae male. Rowan rolled his eyes, yet couldn't entirely contain his smile as he inclined his head to Yrene.
Yrene bowed, but Aelin snorted. "None of that, please. It'll go right to his immortal head." Her grin softened as Yrene blushed, and Aelin held up the scrap of paper. "May I keep this?" She eyed Yrene's locket. "Or does it go in there?"
Yrene folded the queen's fingers around the paper. "It is yours, as it always was. A piece of your bravery that helped me find my own."
Aelin shook her head, as if to dismiss the claim.
But Yrene squeezed Aelin's closed hand. "It gave me courage, the words you wrote. Every mile I traveled, every long hour I studied and worked, it gave me courage. I thank you for that, too."
Aelin swallowed hard, and Chaol took that as excuse enough to sit again, his back giving a grateful tinge. He said to the queen, "There is another person responsible for this army being here." He gestured to Nesryn, the woman already smiling at the queen. "The rukhin you see, the army gathered, is as much because of Nesryn as it is because of me."
A spark lit Aelin's eyes, and both women met halfway in a tight embrace. "I want to hear the entire story," Aelin said. "Every word of it." Nesryn's subdued smile widened. "So you shall. But later." Aelin clapped her on the shoulder and turned to the two royals still by the desk. Tall and regal, but as mud-splattered as the queen.
Chaol blurted, "Dorian?"
Rowan answered, "Not with us." He glanced to the royals.
"They know everything," Nesryn said
"He's with Manon," Aelin said simply.
Chaol wasn't entirely sure whether to be relieved. "Hunting for something important."
The keys. Holy gods.
Aelin nodded. Later. He'd think on where Dorian might now be later. Aelin nodded again. The full story would come then too.
Nesryn said, "May I present Princess Hasar and Prince Sartaq."
Aelin bowed—low. "You have my eternal gratitude," Aelin said, and the voice that came out of her was indeed that of a queen. Any shock Sartaq and Hasar had shown upon the queen bowing so low was hidden as they bowed back, the portrait of courtly grace.
"My father," Sartaq said, "remained in the khaganate to oversee our lands, along with our siblings Duva and Arghun. But my brother Kashin sails with the rest of the army. He was not two weeks behind us when we left."
Aelin glanced to Chaol, and he nodded.
Something glittered in her eyes at the confirmation, but the queen jerked her chin at Hasar. "Did you get my letter?"
The letter that Aelin had sent months ago, begging for aid and promising only a better world in return. Hasar picked at her nails. "Perhaps. I get far too many letters from fellow princesses these days to possibly remember or answer all of them."
Aelin smirked, as if the two of them spoke a language no one else could understand, a special code between two equally arrogant and proud women. But she motioned to her companions, who stepped forward. "Allow me to introduce my friends. Lord Gavriel, of Doranelle." A nod toward the tawny-eyed and golden-haired warrior who bowed.
Tattoos covered his neck, his hands, but his every motion was graceful. "My uncle, of sorts," Aelin added with a smirk at Gavriel. At Chaol's narrowed brows, she explained, "He's Aedion's father."
"Well, that explains a few things," Nesryn muttered.
The hair, the broad-planed face ... yes, it was the same. But where Aedion was fire, Gavriel seemed to be stone. Indeed, his eyes were solemn as he said, "Aedion is my pride." Emotion rippled over Aelin's face, but she gestured to the dark-haired male. Not someone Chaol ever wanted to tangle with, he decided as he surveyed the granite-hewn features, the black eyes and unsmiling mouth.
"Lorcan Salvaterre, formerly of Doranelle, and now a blood-sworn member of my court." As if that weren't a shock enough, Aelin winked at the imposing male. Lorcan scowled. "We're still in the adjustment period," she loudly whispered, and Yrene chuckled.
Lorcan Salvaterre. Chaol hadn't met the male this spring in Rifthold, but he'd heard all about him. That he'd been Maeve's most trusted commander, her most loyal and fierce warrior.
That he'd wanted to kill Aelin, hated Aelin.
How this had come about, why she was not in Terrasen with her army ... "You, too, have a tale to tell," Chaol said.
"Indeed I do." Aelin's eyes guttered, and Rowan put a hand on her lower back. Bad— something terrible had occurred. Chaol scanned Aelin for any hint of it. He stopped when he noticed the smoothness of the skin at her neck. The lack of scars. The missing scars on her hands, her palms. "Later," Aelin said softly. She straightened her shoulders, and another golden-haired male came forward. Beautiful. That was the only way to describe him. "Fenrys ... You know, I don't actually know your family name."
Fenrys threw a roguish wink at the queen.
"Moonbeam."
"It is not," Aelin hissed, choking on a laugh.
Fenrys laid a hand on his heart. "I am blood-sworn to you. Would I lie?"
Another blood-sworn Fae male in her court.
Across the tent, Sartaq cursed in his own tongue. As if he'd heard of Lorcan, and Gavriel, and Fenrys.
Aelin gave Fenrys a vulgar gesture that set Hasar chuckling, and faced the royals. "They're barely housebroken. Hardly fit for your fine company." Even Sartaq smiled at that. But it was to the small, delicate woman that Aelin now gestured. "And the only civilized member of my court, Lady Elide Lochan of Perranth." Perranth. Chaol had combed through the family trees of Terrasen just this winter, had seen the lists of so many royal households crossed out, victim to the conquest ten years ago.
Elide's name had been among them.
Another Terrasen royal who had managed to evade Adarlan's butchers.
The pretty young woman took a limping step forward, and bobbed a curtsy to the royals. Her boots concealed any sign of the source of the injury, but Yrene's attention shot right to her leg. Her ankle. "It's an honor to meet all of you," Elide said, her voice low and steady. Her dark eyes swept over them, cunning and clear. Like she could see beneath their skin and bones, to the souls beneath.
Aelin wiped her hands. "Well, that's over and done with," she announced, and strode to the desk and map. "Shall we discuss where you all plan to march once we beat the living shit out of this army?"
#NO SPOILERS PLEASE (though warning for the chapter in post & tags) this is my first read along with me & more reacts in tags etc#Chaorene Rowaelin Elorcan MOONBEAM this chapter has EVERYTHING so it needed its own post mark-if only it had Dorian than it would be PERFECT#A PROPER MAASVERSE REUINION-FULL CIRCLE-& me squealing in wivern happy in sappy like🥹 crying giggling & kicking my feet in excitement#Aelin Sardothien&HER CADRE/Court; her calling them all that — MOONBEAM finally lol how has this not come up or Lorcan tease or Rowan cheerin#she really nails these scenes-break my heart make my day-like QoS but ow&healingX100-my bbs are happy-TAB REFS-THE DYNAMICS-the wives meet!#Ivory horsehair for times of peace; the Ebony for times of war. — significance in tiny details-It was holy-the gold couch lol-SHES PREGGERS#To sit down even for a few minutes would be a blessed relief. — the difference from TOD - lol only Hasar could get interior design rn#to be the first piece of furniture in the home he'd build for his wife. For the child she carried.—shewastheoneheleastexpectedtoseeomg#holding hands even in blood-the ruler but wished to know-close to disaster-flood?that’s bad for fire/maybe she can steam-HOLY GODS INDEED#a moment later Chaol was glad he was sitting-as Aelin Galathynius Rowan Whitethorn and several others entered. Mud splattered. Too long hair#And her eyes ... Not the soft yet fiery gaze. But something older. Wearier.-the young queens gaze again-but a queen nonetheless-HE STOOD#Not at his being here as he took up his cane and limped toward Aelin But him Standing Walking-my soul needed this back-the core tale trio#The young queen let out a broken laugh of joy-broken but still joy-and flung her arms around his neck-the fact she wanted to hug him—#the ache & healing they both felt-but Chaol held her right back every question fading from his tongue.-Fire lance?-she’s shaking again#The way she gives him belief-then there she is-she remembered-her core-no one does anything alone-to say I’m happy for you & mean it vibes#hand over the locket-Yrene Towers the queen breathed as his wife stepped 2 his side The women stared at eachother-YRENE WESTFALL-notCelaena#I knew youd do it-goes both ways-Thank you-those words in this book-it was all that really needed to be said-smiling through tears#Aelin closed her eyes smiling through her own tears and when she opened them she took Yrene's shaking hands-choked joyous laughs-MY SOUL#Rowan stepped up to her side-Aelin said Lady Westfall my husband Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius-the my wife we deserved#emerald mud-splattered but bright-she sure got those emeralds dropping hints literally in EoS-pine green-Nesryn Aelin friendship core#My mate Aelin added fluttering her lashes Rowan rolled his eyes yet couldn't entirely contain his smile-next quote why I luv books/TOG#May I keep this?She eyed the locket.Or does it go in there?Its yours as it always was.A piece of ur bravery that helped me find my own#It gave me courage the words you wrote. Every mile I traveled every long hour I studied and worked it gave me courage. I thank you#A spark lit Aelins eyes&both women met halfway in a tight embrace I want to hear the entire story Aelin said Every word of it#They know everything-Ok WELL MANON lol-The keys Holy gods-the story would come then too-true queen-she bowed for them#the voice that came out of her was indeed that of a queen-THEY BOWED BACK-the portrait of courtly grace lol-the letter worked well#Aelin smirked as if the2of them spoke a language no one else could understand 2equally arrogant&proud women-hell yes I needed them#My friends-uncleLOL-my pride-AelinswinkLorcylol-how had this come about?-guttered-Rowan put a hand on her lower back Bad#gestureHasar😂-only civilized Lady Elides name had been crossed out-the1sthat escaped-CunningClear-she could see beneath to the soul#I am sworn2uWould I lie-cursedAs if he'd heard of LorcanGavrielFenrys-where to march once we beat the living shit out of this army-Vher
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FUN FACT
When you tell someone, 'Don't let others tell you want to do'
You're telling what to do.
In this essay, I will-
#i don't mean disrespect but#i just realized#wtf#how#has anyone else realized this?#im trying to give a motivational speech man#im a broken taco and everoyne still loves me but now im moldy#im voldy and i've gone moldy#im peeves!#motivation#mindset#fun facts#today i learnt#teacher shut up#jaketoria4ever- imma kick yo ass#self reflection#friendship#be a better friend#does anyone else feel like eating taco bell?#i meant the food not the restaurant!!#reblog if you think that the government is conspiratorial and you'd rather have Chancellor Esteban as the ruler#or if you get the above reference#love!!!!!!!!
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As soon as they were away from the coast and any prying eyes, the King had cast off his tunic and enjoyed the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze against his bare skin. There was a distinct change in tone between his bronzed arms and slightly paler chest, which he quite intended to rectify on their time away from the palace. It also had the added benefit of showing off his muscles to his husband as he pulled on the ropes and adjusted the sail!
With one hand resting expertly on the tiller, he followed Loki's gaze with a hum of contentment. "It is beautiful. I can almost forget that I'm king, out here with you," he admitted, in a rare show of vulnerability. A faint chuckle escaped him at the talk of sea monsters, and he nodded. "It would not surprise me if such tales were true, although I hope we do not encounter any such monsters today. A pod of dolphins or a whale, perhaps, would do nicely instead," he grinned, and he was blissfully relaxed in a way that he usually only obtained from laying naked beside his husband after their lovemaking. Why couldn't the Essetirian capital be coastal?
Loki wasn’t sure he had ever seen water so clear, sighing his contentment as he savoured the cool sea breeze that tousled his hair and caught in the sail of the boat that they had commandeered for the day, more than happy to sit back and watch as Cenred showed off his sailing prowess. It had been a blissfully tranquil morning thus far, spent lazing about in bed trading tender touches beneath the sheets and making love until they worked up enough of an appetite for breakfast, but Loki was eager to see more of Essetir’s coastline and explore a little; Cenred had mentioned a hidden lagoon that they would only be able to reach by boat, and their generous hosts had been happy to relinquish one of their smaller sailboats for them to enjoy.
“It looks like it just goes on forever, doesn’t it?” Loki hummed, gazing off into the horizon and shielding his eyes from the glare of the bright sun overhead. “One of my brother’s favourite stories when we were young was about a gigantic sea monster, when you see the ocean like this you could almost believe there might be creatures like that lurking out there.”
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whenever I see asoiaf fans pulling out “the feudal contract” as some kind of gotcha power move abt anything I can’t help but laugh. Social contract theory as we know it was first elucidated by freaking hobbes during the English civil war no one during the war of the roses period was sitting around ruminating abt social contract theory. It didn’t exist 🤣🤣
#they treat it like some kind of binding law#these fans are so silly abt history AND politics#don’t get me wrong the ‘feudal contract’ existed although it’s mostly a modern term superimposed onto a historical phenomena#but the idea of contract theory in the sense that we understand it didn’t exist at that time#the idea that If the contract is broken the ruler is illegitimate and you have the right to rebel against them#that’s hobbes#also I just went and read a journal abt the feudal contract in Medieval English#England *#and even WITH a literal feudal contract (the magna carta) monarchs still didn’t ascribe to any real kind of meaningful#contract with their vassals . bc the body politic imagery didn’t yet exist#wait let me quote#meng (2023): ‘History shows that if we seek to elaborate on the reciprocity and even equality of the feudal contract#from the perspective of modern social contract theory and thus exaggerate the nobles’ right to resist the king#we will inevitably construct a mythical “feudal contract determinism.”#lol#<- I don’t even do medieval history anymore I just could tell it was a Bs argument so went to back my gut feeling up lol#maybe I should make a post abt this on r/asoiaf like it’s such a pet peeve of mine atp snshdjdkf
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HADO IS. HADO IS. HADO IS. OH MY G O D (S)
#the inheritance trilogy spoilers#tre reads#the inheritance trilogy#the broken kingdoms#caps#naHADOth i fUCKING GET IT NOW#nahadoth's unwilling vessel becoming mortal/independent: weeps. realizes he does not want to die. learns to live#mr lord bright itempas ruler of the whole world becoming mortal: sits in a room for six months. fucking dies of thirst. TWICE. LMFAO#had a whole little epiphany in the margins of the book lmao#and then decided to share it here too bc why not ahahaha#my book posts rarely get much attention at all tbh#but. hey. at least i'm having fun lmao
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