#MIDDLA

[samskaterguy]

"Which G3 ship is your favorite?"

Literally all of them.

Ignore the lack of Dracudeen and Cleodeen I was too lazy to look for a picture

[s0urte3th]

gettin’ on my damn nerves

[ramenwithbroccoli]

Bringing this back because my own father just compared me to john fucking lennon

If you hear the voice telling you to cut your own hair in the bathroom using scissors clearly not designed for this kind of activity, that's the devil speaking. Tried to fix them just a little bit and now I look like a fifth member of the Beatles. If you say to yourself "this won't happen to me", I just want you to know that I don't care if devil is your bestie or your worstie, he is not, in fact, a hairdresser

[endwalkerr]

Sightseeing Log ARR 004 ↳ The Skylift, Middla La Noscea.

[fashionarmies]

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[anordicvampire]

Ohh, I guess I just assumed that since I've never seen one nor have I ever heard of them that they don't exist, my bad

This might just be me grasping about this, but I don't know where to look for more information, but do you have to be chronically inside to never have seen a turtle or is it like, many people live in the wrong terrain and if or when they travel mostly don't look very much at the wildlife or travel to regions that are also the wrong terrain for turtle habitation? At least in the middla ages?

Reading a book about slavery in the middle-ages, and as the author sorts through different source materials from different eras, I am starting to understand why so many completely fantastical accounts of "faraway lands" went without as much as a shrug. The world is such a weird place that you can either refuse to believe any of it or just go "yeah that might as well happen" and carry on with your day.

There was this 10th century arab traveller who wrote into an account that the fine trade furs come from a land where the night only lasts one hour in the summer and the sun doesn't rise at all in the winter, people use dogs to travel, and where children have white hair. I don't think I'd believe something like that either if I didn't live here.

[autism2009]

sumtimez all i think abt is u 😫😫😫😫😫😫🤪🤪🤪 l8 nites in the middla june 😍😍😫😫😫😫😫 heat waves been fakin me out 🥵🥵🥵🥵 can’t make u happier now 😮😮😮😝😝😝😝

[dhwty-writes]

So, I am not a historian but I did study history for a couple of terms, especially focussing on the middla ages, so I hope you don’t mind if I chime in.

I would say that the importance of the divine right of kings very much not only depends on the time you’re looking at, but also the region. If you take the Holy Roman Empire for example, when the Merowingian dynasty was replaced by the Carolingians, the divinity of kinghood (the German term is “Königsheil” and related to the idea of sacral kingship) placed a huge problem for Charlemagne the Great. His real legitimation only came when Pope Leo III. anointed him as emperor, with rights reminiscent of the biblical rulers of Israel. At that point, Franconian documents started including the phrase Dei gratia.

The idea of a divinely appointed king isn’t just christian, however, it also goes back to De civitate Dei contra Paganos by Augustine of Hippo, who introduced in his text the concept of the rex iustus (”just king”). As you can already see with the name of the Holy Roman Empire, they very much saw themselves as the inheritors of the Imperium Romanum. HR emperors were also referred to as a deo coronatus imperator (”emperors crowned by god”).

Later, the Salian and Hohenstaufen dynasty tried to implement the idea that God appointed the ruler and that in that way they had an independent claim to power (in contrast to the Pope, as demonstrated with the Doctrine of the two swords). They also used the Epistle of the Romans (specifically Romans 13, 1-7) to justify that belief.

So, as far as I understand it at least in the HRE during the early to high middle ages it was less about the exact bloodline, although that too was certainly used to cement the rule of the emperors, and more about the idea that the aristocracy in general, and even moreso kings and emperors were appointed by God. However, they were not necessarily already born destined to be emperors. This is also fitting, given that HR emperors (and many kings) were elected rather than just inheriting the title from their fathers (although elections mostly only were meaningful when there was no son). There were also a lot more dynasties in the HRE (just the emperors, not even taking kings and the rest of the aristocracy into account) than in, say, England or France. If the title of the emperor was connected to a “divine bloodline” the Empire would have fallen apart way sooner.

As always, I think it’s important to keep in mind here that politics and religion cannot be strictly separated during the middle ages. The divine right of kings certainly was a belief in some parts of Europe during some parts of the middle ages, but it also was a symbol of power as much as a crown could be. All of the above does not even take into account how in the HRE it was also a relic from Germanic kings and their Königsheil.

So, all in all, I think your assessment is correct that the divine right of kings (at least within the HRE) was more the expression of God’s favour that could change. I don’t know about other areas of Europe, however.

I love how discussion of "medieval" fantasy novels had me half convinced the divine right of kings was a medieval concept even though I've never come across it in medieval literature, and then I start doing some actual research and discover we can blame that one on James I and the seventeenth century.

[dontasktheradiodemon]

Sands #1 (12/31/2020)

Click here if you’re like “what the heck is this about?”

Alastor meets Madame @usedhearts on the beach, Madame tells him about her business, and he decides to visit her cabaret sometime soon.

Madame

Madame rises from the surf, like a model, flipping her hair over a shoulder before wringing it out with her hands. Her tentacles adjust her bikini, a brilliant red that stands out quite nicely against the cool blue her skin currently sported.

She saunters over to the towel she'd laid out-- really more like a double king sized blanket to be able to fit her entire self on it. But fit she does, and she lays back on it, setting a pair of sunglasses on her face.

"What a lovely place," She murmurs.

Alastor

Alastor is wandering around checking out the beach when he sees... he's actually not sure who he sees. No one he's met before. They aren't one of the sinners Alastor expected to see here, and they look aquatic enough that they *might* be part of Valera's crew; but then they look different enough from the Veci Alastor has seen before that they might be a sinner after all.

One way to find out! He trots a bit closer. "Pardon me, but I don't think I recognize you! Are you one of the locals Valera's brought by, or are you one of my fellow jailbreakers?" He might get his answer in the form of a terrified scream. No helping that.

Madame

She doesn't scream, a point in her favor most likely, but she does tilt down her sunglasses to stare at him a moment.

"Alastor, we known each other for--" She stopped short as she remembers _Yeah there's more than one of him running around, ain't there?_ And this one looks different too. She sits up more fully, making sure her teeny bikini hadn't slipped, before offering her hand, for him to kiss like a proper gentleman, should he so desire. The other went to her chest, and she gave a demure look, like any respectable lady would.

"_Pardon, Monsieur._ I didn't realize I had ona them other Radio Demons here and not the local variety. Too bad no one's here to give a proper introduction, guess I'll just do it myself!" She laughs a bit.

"Madame Mama Mabee, owner 'n proprietor a Mama's Cabaret and Saloon. It's a pleasure to make ya acquaintance, Mes. Alastor."

Alastor

It certainly does win her a point, as does greeting him like she knows him. A friend of one of his alternates? How convenient.

"*Enchanté, Madame!*" He takes her hand to ghost a kiss over it. "Always a delight to meet one of my other selves' friends. And one in the entertainment industry, no less!"

Madame

After the kiss, she takes her hand back, and tucks her legs to the side, keeping herself upright. She leans on one of her tentacles, using that to help balance rather than take up one of her hands with actual fingers.

"Oh, yer such a charmer, just like my own Alastor. I'd expect nothin' else from a Radio Demon of any universe. And I'm delighted to meet you as well, Mes." She titters a bit, playing up the 'southern belle' angle.

"Oh yes, been runnin' Hell's finest combo cabaret, saloon, gamblin' house, burlesque 'n brothel since 1895! Put on shows nightly, and sometimes, even Mama herself gets up there to belt!"

Alastor

“Really! 125 years in a *very* crowded market! Now, that’s a record to be proud of.” Admittedly, the way that market looks has changed a lot. In Alastor’s experience, aside from some historical districts like New Storyville, the combination saloon/gambling house/brothels had largely been split into separate businesses—bars, casinos, et cetera. There isn’t a need to contain all your vices to one building in a realm where there’s no point in trying to sequester vices away from the “respectable” neighborhoods.

Which only makes it more impressive, in Alastor’s opinion, that an establishment operating on an older business model is still running. “You know, I can’t remember the last time I saw a good burlesque! I’d begun to fear it was a dying art—not risqué enough for most people.” He tuts disapprovingly.

Madame

"Mama knows how to run her biz, hun. Ran a saloon 'n brothel when I was still alive-- carried that over, added in the burlesque shows, 'n a bigger gamblin' section. When I started out, I was ona the only ones around able to do all that at the same time, with a brothel on top. People jumped on my style, but no one compared to the original." She winked one blue eye at him, though it began to shift in color to a gold.

"Oh, you must come to a show, darlin'. Our local Radio Demon comes often enough, I make sure he's comfortable 'n all, he's got a booth all his own. I'm sure he'd be willin' to share that comfort with you, bein' as you two are the same 'n all. Helps keep the other patrons from bein' antsy in yer presence 'n whatnot." She was on the business woman's spiel now, there was no stopping her.

"We start the night with classic burlesques and cabaret acts, and then things get a bit more risque as the night goes on. By the time it's the wee hours, there's sometimes a full nude can-can!" She giggles. "We close up shop for the night around four am or so, dependin' on how longs the acts ran."

Alastor

His eyes light up at the mention of this private booth. Although he prefers to mingle with the crowds, the crowds prefer not to mingle with him. A private booth at least gives him a chance to see the show without the rest of the establishment clearing out. “So accommodating of you! I’m sure we’d have no trouble sharing! You’ll have to give me the address before we all go home, I’m always looking for more late night entertainment that’s actually entertaining!” Depending on how the risqué acts go, he might well duck out sometime between midnight and two—nude acts don’t faze him, but they need *some* entertainment value beyond the nudity to keep Alastor’s interest.

Madame

"I'll be sure ya get it, shug. Got a whole stack a business cards in my room. Made 'em up special for this trip." She laughs again, giving a little shrug of her shoulders.

"All a our headliners are displayed out front and the night's lists of acts are in the lobby, so if ya happen to find one ya fancy more'n the rest, you can always check to see what's playin'. If I'm goin' on stage, that'll be there too." Madame stretches a bit before laying back on her towel, her skin taking on the same golden-tan color as the sand around them.

"There _is_ a two drink minimum, though, but we do have some virgin drinks, if ya ain't feelin' alcohol that night. Oh! And sometimes, especially when I take the stage, we do scenes from musicals from the livin' world. I find those fun, a little theater in the middla all the dancin'."

Alastor

If he went by himself, he’d better stick to virgin drinks—but he didn’t have to go by himself. He might could go with his other on some nights—or maybe Mimzy or Sir Pentious, if they left before things got too raunchy. Angel would probably stay for the whole program...

“Oh, really! Burlesque and Broadway: an uncommon but *delicious* combination. Consider me sold, Madame!”

Madame

"You're damn right, darlin'! Gotta keep up with the times. We also do serve food, mostly Nawlins' cuisine." She pulled down her sunglasses again to wink at him over them.

"'Fore I moved west, Nawlins was my home. Grew up there. The Alastor I know hails from there, too, so I'm assumin' the same a you?"

Alastor

He presses a hand to his chest and feigns a swoon. “My *goodness,* and I’ve never been before? If I were a more vain man, I’d think you designed your establishment just to appeal to me! Yes ma’am, New Orleanian born and raised! When were you there? You predated *me,* no doubt, but I had ancestors in New Orleans going back generations!”

Madame

"Dear Al said the same when he first walked in!" She laughed. "Born there in 1853, left there around 1873 to make my fortune headin' west. Ended up a Madame and did that for around another twenty years, grew up a whole town around me, then got it blown all to Hell!"

Madame laughed once more and then her eyes widened a bit. "Literally!"

Alastor

His smile widened and he leaned closer, curious. “Oh, now that sounds like quite an explosive story!”

Madame

"Oh, it is." She hummed and winked at him. "But ya gotta come visit me at the Cabaret at least once 'fore I share it. One's death is a very personal story after all."

She gave him a mock pout before laughing again.

Alastor

He laughed. “Fair enough! As if I needed another reason to come on by! Dinner, a show, *and* a story!”

Madame

"I'm a triple threat like that," She cooed. Madame pushed her sunglasses up onto her head. "Is that is, Mes. Alastor, or were ya plannin' on goin' for a dip with lil' ol' me?" Another wink.

Alastor

He gestured at his clothes. “Didn’t bring my bathing suit, I’m afraid! But it’s been a *delight* to meet you, Madame. I’ll come by for your card before we depart.”

Madame

"I'll be lookin' forward to it, darlin'!" She stood then, giving him full view of just how goddamn big she was. "I'm headin' back in, so toodles~"

She wiggled her fingers as a wave, and then ran toward the surf.

Alastor

He half-bowed in farewell—which seemed a sort of ridiculous gesture, given how much she towered over him—and then continued his walk along the beach.

[calamity-bean]

On episode 4 of Preacher! Thoroughly enjoying it, but I thought there were supposed to be supernatural elements? Just seems like the ordinary horrors of Texas so far.

[momoiroclover]

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[mgarmagedon]

LMAO YESSSS, he is such a childish middla age man XDDD

But he wouldn't agree to join their team, because he has his own team 😎 But for sure he would take few shots with them every 2 weeks or somthing XDDDD

Same with me about Harley it mixed with my obsession with Junko Enoshima when I had my cringest moment. @deadgirlrolling

I love!! Your TF art!!! Especially Bumblebee, and honestly, this Bumblebee looks like he could be friends with the suicide squad from DC. lol he looks like he makes friends with Captain Boomerang and deadshot, and it is not till later when he realizes he made friends with criminals

Oh my god!!!! Thank you so much @deadgirlrolling!!!!

You don't even know how much I'm appreciating it dearly and so thankful that you like it :DD

They would be great friends :DD

(besides when suicide squad came out i just got my edgy phase, because I was 12 and I LOVE IT XDDDDDDD)

[ao3feed-widowtracer]

Myths and Monsters

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by TheTiredGeneticist

Amélie Guillard, the greatest monster hunter of her time, is hired to kill a dragon that has been terrorizing a farmstead. The job doesn't go as planned, and Amélie learns that she may be just as much of a monster as the dragon she was paid to kill.

A story about two enemies learning to understand each other and coexist, with a healthy amount of bickering and chin scratches.

Words: 3344, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Lena "Tracer" Oxton, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Sombra | Olivia Colomar

Relationships: Lena "Tracer" Oxton/Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix

Additional Tags: The Mythology AU that literally no one asked for, Dragon!Tracer, Huntress!Widowmaker, middla aged grumpy farmers Jack and Gabe, Jack being an arse continues, Lena the longcat dragon, Lena pulling an emotional uno reverse card, Amelie can't handle

Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MUXU4A

[macle-beauty]

. #Middla 2018SS. 展示会 どれも素敵すぎました💮 . このトランスパレントな プリーツスカートは スリットが入ってるの✨ . 色違いのパープルと あと1着オーダーしました☺️ @_arisa_yoshida_ の方に ディテール載せますね。 . . #2018ss #exhibition #fashion #展示会 #ファッション #ミドラ

[fashionarmies]

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[tom-oko]

#MIDDLA #2020SS https://www.instagram.com/p/B3_aRVNj3d8/?igshid=1achugzpqh26p