#Men-At-Arms Series

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"NO ARMY HAS EVER PROVOKED SUCH JUSTIFIABLE TERROR AND LOATHING IN ITS VICTIMS..."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on illustrations of the Mongol Army and the warrior culture that encapsulated the very nature of their empire, from the book "The Mongols" (1980), written by George Turnbull and illustrated by Angus McBride. Part of Osprey Publishing's "Men-At-Arms" Series, 105.

DESCRIPTION: "The history of the Mongol armies is a catalogue of superlatives. No armies in history have ever won so many battles or conquered so much territory. No army has ever provoked such justifiable terror and loathing in its victims, or slaughtered so many of its vanquished.

What other army in history has marched on Russia in the winter and survived, let alone won victories? The stories of these and many other amazing feats of this "barbarian" people are here brought vividly to life by Stephen Turnbull, from the birth of Genghis Khan in the wind-swept steppes of Mongolia, through the conquest of China and beyond."

-- OSPREY PUBLISHING, "The Mongols" (published 1980, "Men-At Arms" Series, 105)

Source: http://miniaturasmilitaresalfonscanovas.blogspot.com/2012/02/angus-mcbride-los-mongoles.html.

[raevenswritingdesk]

Morph having to reel Logan in and calling him Wolvie is living in my head rent free

(X-men ‘97 issue #3)

[zanephillips]

Alan Ritchson as Jack Reacher Reacher 1.01 "Welcome to Margrave"

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Not them facing death, together. Gambit's first and only thought when facing death was to be with Rogue

[todayisafridaynight]

Each time you draw Daigo or Masato in a corset I gain 500 HP thank you

do you accept corset tops. may you live a thousand years

[gunsatthaphan]

its so good to see all the girls reunite in pluto!!! no men in sight. what a joy.

we love a sapphic show where the only man in sight dies in the first 5 minutes of the first episode dhjgjkfg we really won 🙇🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

[shirtlessmoviestv]

Stuart Townsend : XIII The Series

[1nt3rnalpu7ref4ct10n]

s2e12

[stormyoceans]

https://x.com/seatawinanfc/status/1794747340626227664

Do you feel something too when you see Sea and his collection of older men?

SEA DISAPPEARING FOR HOURS ON END AT THE GMMTV OUTING ONLY TO BE FINALLY SPOTTED SOME TIME LATER SANDWICHED BETWEEN TAY AND ARM IS GENUINELY SO ON BRAND FOR HIM I DESPERATELY NEED TO DISSECT THIS MAN UNDER A MICROSCOPE AND STUDY HIS GRAVITATIONAL PULL TOWARDS OLDER MEN IN A LAB AIDED BY A TEAM OF PROFESSIONAL SCIENTISTS

look i said it before and i will say it again until someone at GMMTV finally sees the vision and makes it happen but it's honestly insane to me that no director has yet to use sea and his very own personal collection of older men in a show like im so serious just throw jimmy, force, book, earth, mix, tay, off, and the new additions great and inn in a series about the dating life of a gay man looking for true love, sea would nail that kind of role, especially with how flirty and pouty he can get, and we would get to see him kissing all the men IT'S TRULY A WIN-WIN SITUATION IMMA BE HOLDING A MASS MANIFESTATION PARTY AT MY HOUSE IN FIVE TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Help the combination of Dorothy going "Well, Blanche! Here you are! You say nobody cares about you, what do you say now?" in baby voice + giving Blanche a pat on her behind is killing me

[spifflocated]

I've spent a couple of hours this evening updating my draft/notes/ planning document for the big Drumknott/Vetinari series idea I've been mucking about with for ages. And I'm a little bit terrified. Because it's already at 24,000 words.

[trashbinbackyard]

0 - The fool

A journal entry of an unknown author, written in code.

I have been thinking. Of time, and we as a people have always been the same. The child from 400 years ago would cling to her mothers hem the same way the children accompanying their parents in the grand bazaar would today. People have felt the overwhelming joy of love, the heartbreak of loss, and keep mementos of their dearest ones. 

Truly, most of my discoveries on dig sites have been little glimpses into the life of the ordinary, the forgettable people who have come before us. Of course, these aren’t considered finds worthy of grand research or public acclaim, and I feel like people outside of my field do not find comfort and appreciation of the ordinary. It is my duty to acknowledge them, and to remember them, so wherever they might be, they shall find comfort that their lives, no matter how small, had meaning.

So, a little prelude to what happened today.

Grand people come few and far between, a single king or queen could define an entire century, and in their shadow, would be the ordinary, toiling away, forgotten.

The many wise men and women before me have given our era of life, the name “Second age” after the astonishing event known as the Rapture, it is believed to be the source of our magic, and its very nature, but nothing beyond that was widely known. That was until I met him. 

To the clergy he was more precious than anything, a relic in his own right. He had accurately called me out for snooping in the archives of the grand temple, under the altar for Sune. At first I didn’t realize who exactly I was speaking to, and frankly I was a little on edge. A tall elven man dressed in all black stood behind me from where I was reading some tomes. I couldn’t really make out details in the dim light.

“You’re an inquisitive one,” I remember him saying, in a tone that I found quite pleasant, not accusatory, nor aggressive, curious, even.

I let my mouth get the better of me and babbled on and on about the many fields of research I’ve dabbled in, and that my current interests lie in the first age, that I was very close to finding out where a great lord used to have a winter estate, and that the according to the historians, he was great patron of arts. Oh to just think of it leaves me giddy, to see all the art collected by someone from that age, what time defining pieces would he have, what they would tell me about the lives of the people, what they appreciate, valued, revered, what they found appealing.

At that point I’m sure I had rambled on for so long, the man had started leaning against a wall with what I assume was his best attempt at a polite look, hiding his boredom. I'm sure he had seen and heard things much more magnificent than an art collection.

He was very gracious in his listening, and In fact offered for me to come meet him at his estate. Which brings me to today.

The estate address I was given was in the Pera district, on the other side the grand river from where I resided, the location quite idyllic, on the tall hill near the shore. The manor itself didn’t stand out, a three story building of light sandstone, no names on the door, nor the street.

I walked in like the man had instructed me to do. A tressym greeted me as I nearly stumbled on the poor thing. It kept vocalizing and rubbing against my legs for a while, which would’ve been the highlight of my day if not for the revelations to come. It hopped up the flight of stairs soon after, looking at me 

Seeing no one else, I assumed I was meant to follow the tressym, so I did. It led me to a terrace between the second and third floor. A tea set had been laid out, three chairs around a circle table. The view on the balcony was one of the best I’ve witnessed in Nia Vasileos.

Turns out I wasn’t the only one admiring the view. The man who had invited me here stood leaning against the balcony railing, his ear twitched at the sound of my footsteps and I knew he had noticed me entering.

He turned to greet me, and now in the broad daylight (which was a beautiful, sunny day), I could see him better, still dressed in all black. His black hair was long and straight, with white roots, a scar crossed his brow, his eyes… an impossible shade of bright orange, like fire burning. I got a little uneasy to be fairly honest. Now, there was an air of something grander, something ancient around us. I was looking history in the eyes.

He was very polite, despite the immense power he held. He had set up an afternoon tea for us, he let me know that he had followed me around for much longer than I would think, that I was an “interesting person” to know. And that I may ask him anything I wanted to know, but he held onto his right to not necessarily answer.

We had the most delightful conversation. I asked him about the first age, how old was he, what were his favorite things from the first age, are there others like him?

He entertained all of my questions, even the silly small ones, in the midst of taking sips of the perfectly brewed black tea. 

The tressym had curled up the third chair, and he would occasionally give it a few scritches, I asked about it, he said it was his partner’s, now, he hadn’t really given me a straight answer when I asked if there’s is any more people… or beings, like him. I would assume someone beyond the reach of time would be… lonely. 

He gave a laugh and shook his head, “oh believe me, it is a lonely existence, but at least I can share it with someone”, he would turn his head to the sea, “I’ll be honest, I’m not sure how many of us there are, the world is a large place after all”.

I followed his gaze to the sea. The scenery, the very moment, was idyllic, the gentle lap of the waves against the cliffside under us, the occasional whistle of the boats passing us by, the cheerful screams of children jumping off the cliffs into the warm water below.

A gentle breeze blew through my hair, through his hair, and I turned to look back at him, waiting if he had anything else to say still.

“A little too large.” He said, with a hint of melancholy in his voice, “But you still have time, enough to see a lot of it, should you wish”.

[sentimental-boy]

library was having a book sale and i managed to get four of the discworld books i need for fifty cents each

[regallibellbright]

My brother had been poking through Guards! Guards! for a couple months, enjoying it well enough, but having little time to read and not totally loving it enough to let the Hyperfocused Reading Skill kick in.

But he went to visit his girlfriend while she’s visiting her parents over winter break, and he mentioned he might want to read Hogfather over it, what books would he need to get to that one? I sent him on the plane with Mort and Reaper Man.

He texted me yesterday having started Mort that day and already being halfway through. He returns with it finished, 50 pages into Reaper Man and having my exact same thing I like least about that book (ie, the wizards are a thematically-important subplot but I read their bits and go “when are we going back to Death?”) but really enjoying it.

Me: Oh, GOOD! We found your subseries. *Squee*

And then when he explained why Mort clicked I went ‘oh that makes perfect sense THESE are the ones you’ll really like next outside the Death series’. So now I’m planning.

(Dad got, on universal recommendations from every Discworld fan who knows him, the Watch books as his starting point.

Dad, reading Guards! Guards! for the first time: “So everyone keeps telling me I remind them of Vimes, and I’ve just been introduced to him passed out drunk and depressed in a gutter? I have some concerns?”

Literally all of us: No no no we mean as he DEVELOPS, trust us, there’s an ARC!)

[1nt3rnalpu7ref4ct10n]

s2e2

[seismologically-silly]

oh my god Sam Vimes Boot Theory in its natural habitat