victusinveritas

[victusinveritas]

[victusinveritas]

[victusinveritas]

"Trebuchet, stop throwin' things at your cousins Halberd and Falchion." I'd say Durandal is also on the list of ridiculous names, but I kinda like it. I'm not going to use it, but...it's tempting.

[victusinveritas]

"Trebuchet, stop throwin' things at your cousins Halberd and Falchion." I'd say Durandal is also on the list of ridiculous names, but I kinda like it. I'm not going to use it, but...it's tempting.

[victusinveritas]

[victusinveritas]

Al Hadaf Cover - February 1981

Arabic translation: Africa: France advances/solidifies its influence

Artist: Marc Rudin/Jihad Mansour (1945-2023)

Circa 1981

[victusinveritas]

why tf would there be a “degrading” clothing section in your weirdass terf fantasy world

[victusinveritas]

🙈🙉🫥🔐🪬🏃🏻‍♂️👨🏻🏃🏻‍♂️🪬🔐🫥🙉🙈

Emoji spell to keep the shooter of the CEO of United Healthcare safe and never caught

Like to charge

Reblog to cast

[victusinveritas]

types of nap, ranked by me (an experienced napper)

the siesta: the oldest and most reliable form of nap! you go to sleep around noon. you wake up an hour or two later feeling well-rested and prepared to face the rest of the day. this is the pinnacle of nap perfection. 10/10

the businessman’s nap: you have a limited amount of time on your hands, so you schedule a nap into your packed timetable and set an alarm. you spend half the duration of the nap worrying that you’re wasting valuable nap time by lying awake, and the other half sunk into a torpor so deep that when your alarm rings, it takes you a good few minutes to remember your own name. once you’ve splashed some cold water on your face you feel much better. 7/10

EW STICKY: you were cold at first, so you piled on the blankets and wriggled into your favourite comfy sweater. this was nice. now you are awake and trapped in a horrible sweaty gordian knot of your own devising. this is not nice. when you peel off the sweater you find to your horror that you have left an actual damp patch behind on the bed, like some sort of giant dead fish that can’t stop leaking its gross fish juice everywhere. 5/10 it was at least cosy to start with

the interrupted nap: someone barges into your room and starts talking to you. “wtsfhggl?” you enquire. they give you a judgemental look, and ask why you are sleeping in the middle of the day. “ghhfshsxkls,” you reply, graciously. they tell you to get up. you get up. the rest of the day feels like an extension of whatever dream you are having before you were disturbed. you boil with quiet resentment and shame. 4/10

the unsuccessful nap: you are tired. you want to take a nap. you lie down. you wait. you wait. time moves sluggishly forwards. you wait. your brain feels like a cup of mushy porridge but your eyes refuse to close. the noise of your fan is infuriating. you wait. eventually, you are forced to accept that this nap is simply not going to happen, and you have wasted 45 minutes doing absolutely nothing. god fucking dammit. 2/10

the handy-dandy fast-forward button: you really just want this day to be over as soon as possible, and the best way you can think of to do that is to take a nap. you only meant to sleep for an hour, but when you wake up it is already evening. the day is over. you glean no satisfaction from this. you kill time until you feel justified in going back to bed again, and spend the rest of the night tossing and turning, unable to sink back into the blissful stupor from which you so recently emerged. 0/10

The Unpleasantness: when you fall asleep, it is dark. when you awaken, it is light. this is the natural order of sleep, but perverted into a form that is frightening and wrong. you feel deeply unsettled and do not know why. are you sick? what does time mean? what does anything mean? maximum despair. -1000/10.

[victusinveritas]

[victusinveritas]

Every Singer Sargent subject could flay an Alpha Male without uttering a word, and God bless them for that ability. They could also use the hat-pins they've got hidden on to keep them suffering for weeks.

[victusinveritas]

[victusinveritas]

Pauline Greefhorst ph. | “as if in a cocoon, looking for protection”, n/d

[victusinveritas]

Apparently a leaked message from a United Healthcare memo regarding a company loyalty pledge.

Please notice that only violence against executives needs to be denounced. If someone wants to go after lower management they can plot that sort of thing at work I guess.

Next time someone is planning an organized hit like the one we just saw, maybe they will stop and think “No, I can’t, the pledge….”

[victusinveritas]

sorry i wasnt listening but thats awesome unless it isnt of course

[victusinveritas]

Oh, I didn’t know that.

I was listening to Gordon Lightfoot’s “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” on youtube, and browsing the comments several people mentioned …

Okay. The song is about the real sinking of the freighter the Edmund Fitzgerald on Lake Superior in 1975. And there’s a line in the song:

“In the Maritime Sailor’s Cathedral,

The Church Bell chimed till it rang twenty nine times,

For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald”

Which references something that the actual Maritime Church in Detroit did in honour of the ship’s crew. And I just found out in those youtube comments for his song that when Gordon Lightfoot died in May last year (2023), the Maritime Church rang those bells again, this time 30 times. Once for every man on the Edmund Fitzgerald, and once more for Gordon Lightfoot.

That’s … That is a memorial I would be proud to have earned. And proud to give. I do like that. A lot.

Apparently, the Split Rock Lighthouse on Lake Superior also lit its beacon in honour of him.

Sorry. I’m having … extremely maritime sort of feelings over here. Songs and memorials, bells and beacons, and the ways we carry memory forward. That’s … that’s a good memorial. I like that.