welcome to your new home, freak

one of many things i really loved was how anticlimactic rhaenyra taking kings landing is. there is barely any action, barely any spectacle, barely any dragons. they just walk through the halls functionally unimpeded and all we see is their silver targaryen hair as they walk through halls that are familiar to us by now but where they feel out of place. there is tension in the fact that there is no tension at all. we know daemon is a better fighter than any hightower guard. we know they have more dragons. even the goldcloaks rushing in lasts barely more than a second. otto's death is imperfect and unsatisfying. there is no revenge or catharsis behind her swing. all of this build up her entire life the moment she has been waiting for through all of the death and grief and she hobbles up to the throne in tears because there is absolutely no glory in taking the iron throne, none of it matters, but its too late to do anything else but sit.

Ask not for whom the gurdy hurds. It hurds for thee.

En Anglais, on ne dit pas “quatre vingt dix neuf”, on dit “ninety nine” qu'on pourrait traduire comme “Hurr durr, regardez mois, j'ai un système de numérotation fonctionnel” et je crois que c'est magnifique.

In my new gacha game, you can now pull for scantily clad anime women who represent famous airplane crashes.

there's a common belief that artists know how to make art. this is untrue. i've yet to meet a single artist who has any idea what they're doing

Does anyone know what to do about the temperature and also the prices

must feel good as fuck to curse a prince for being rude to you while you were larping as an old woman for no reason

what iwtv the show has done well is deduce how much of louis’s first interview is really just an attempt to exorcize or consolidate his attraction to lestat, primarily through emasculation. in both the book and the show louis does this by opining how feeble and incapable lestat is, which clashes with how fearful and reverent louis becomes at the sound of lestat’s footsteps, how offhandedly he rhapsodies about his strength or clings to him in moments of peril. but i think hands down the funniest and most flagrant example of this is when book louis is like “and then i saw armand’s masculine face, more masculine then i’d ever seen lestat’s” and then you keep reading and find out armand looks like castrato ariana grande

love island should introduce a "scheming eunuch" islander who is like a smart and completely asexual islander exempt from being kicked off or being made to participate in any challenges and they're just there to provide advice and be a sort of sounding board for the other islanders when they need a disinterested party to talk things through with. but the scheming eunuch has secret goals unbeknownst to anyone e.g. a cash prize for talking a certain couple into breaking up etc.

the near universal absence of hose in late medieval inspired visual media is so evil not for historical accuracy reasons or anything but bc I think they're hot & I'm offended by the implication that they're too weird or unattractive to include. fake men's legs enjoyers everywhere. I bet they wouldn't even appreciate the eroticism of a little flash of braies where the thigh meets the body if they got it. sad!