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The Vulgate Cycle repeatedly outright describes Lancelot as intelligent, well-educated and polite, you know, the things expected of chivalrous knight of noble birth. Then he does things that indicate the opposite. I kind of love that, actually. Our most glorious and refined knight, Sir Lancelot, who was raised by a fairy in a lake and is known for mauling people with little to no provocation. To me, he feels semi-feral and not in a Tumblr funnyman way, in an under-socialized child raised by wolves kind of way. The ‘Sir Lancelot is a courteous and refined knight.’ rhetoric almost feels like Camelot propaganda to offset his social blunders and misdeeds.

He just crawled out of a lake. It is literally his first day on earth.

big wet eyes and everything

So he’s a Tumblr Sexyman?

I’m trying very hard to make it happen.

Every once in a while i see a piece of fanart of a glowy green middle aged man who looks like he hasnt showered in 2 years and i have to figure out if its jon sims from tma or bruno madrigal from encanto

i love when characters don't get to die

this is about villains/antagonists/general horrible people who finally face up to what they've done. especially if they try to pull the good ole "Dramatically Does One Good Thing To Redeem Themselves And Dies," but despite their best efforts they DON'T die. like yes motherfucker there's no easy way out for you, there's only the slow, awkward and painful process of learning to live with yourself. of learning to live with the weight of your mistakes. you get a second chance regardless of if you think you deserve it. you get to try to make amends and do good. you get to live.

this is also about every self-sacrificial bastard of a protagonist who puts themselves in harm's way again and again and again to a wildly unhealthy and unnecessary degree. see, there's something so compelling to me in the unspoken suicidality of repeated heroic self-sacrifice, and the thing about implicitly suicidal characters is that i want them to live. and that can be used to make a death so much more tragic and impactful - noble sacrifices and last stands certainly can and have been done beautifully - but there's also something special to me in seeing such a character make it. because you'd die for the people you love, yes, but would you live for them?

You will heal. You will create again. You will wake up genuinely excited about your life. You will laugh again. You will get out of survival mode. You will trust yourself again. You will get your spark back. You will find your way back to yourself. You will. You will. You will.

the fact that people prefer to read and write in english rather than their native language should actually be seen as a crisis im not joking this is not a good thing

Fakt, że ludzie wolą czytać i pisać po angielsku, zamiast w swoim języku ojczystym powinien być postrzegany jako kryzys, nie żartuję, to nie jest dobra sprawa

die feit dat mense dit verkies om in engels te lees en skryf, eerder as hul moedertaal, behoort eintlik as 'n krisis beskou te word, ek maak nie 'n grap nie hierdie is nie 'n goeie ding nie

dylai'r ffaith bod well gan bobl ddarllen ac ysgrifennu yn saesneg yn hytrach na'u mamiaith gael ei weld fel argyfwng dwi ddim yn jocian dydy hyn ddim yn beth da

fakt že lidé preferují číst a psát v angličtině místo jejich rodného jazyka by mělo být vnímáno jako krize já nežertuji tohle není dobrá věc

stop. analyse that text through the lens of its author's intentions and original historical context. okay now take the author out back and kill them dead and analyse that text as though it were published by your mutual yesterday and is in direct conversation with the contemporary discourse that's most relevant to your life. okay now pick your favorite angle of interpretation and come up with the strongest possible argument against it. now imagine that the text is your best friend and that it means you well and that you naturally give it every benefit of the doubt because you're on its side and you want the best for it. now imagine that the text wants you dead and it'll eat you if you don't eat it first. now pretend that you found this text locked away in a cave with no evidence of when or where it came from and you have to divine its meaning solely through its internal coherence and nothing else. okay now address the elephant in the room aspect of the text you've been ignoring because you find it boring or confusing or uncomfortable and become the number one expert on it. now spend forty minutes assigning all the characters dnd classes with at least three sentences of reasoning each. okay now do the cha cha slide.

the horrors persist but so do books, art, hot chocolate, winter nights, the moon, the sea, the stars, sunsets, literature, libraries, cats, flowers, stories, love and the wistful feeling you get when you finally return home