🇦🇷 Coronada De Gloria 🇦🇷

HEAR THE SOUND OF BROKEN CHAINS AND SEE NOBLE LIBERTY ENTHRONED

VAMOS ARGENTINA CARAJOOOO

MAY OUR LAURELS BE ETERNAL AND LET US LIVE CROWNED IN GLORY!!!!

GO CRY TO YOUR KING AND GIVE BACK THE MALVINAS, PIRATES!!!

A LLORAR A SUS PAÍSES

ARGENTINA VS INGLATERRA OTRA VEZ

A 40 AÑOS DE LA MANO DE DIOS

don’t talk to me until your laureles sean eternos and you are coronados de gloria.

July 9th 1816: the United Provinces of the Rio de la Plata declare themselves independent from the Spanish crown.

STILL CROWNED IN GLORY AND OUR LAURELES ARE ETERNAL!!!!

Si Argentina gana el mundial otra vez, quiero a todos en el Obelisco listos para pisotear a Milei, Adorni, y todo su grupo de cipayos mientras cantamos “muchaaaaaaachoooooos”.

ES UN SUFRIMIENTO

Wonderful sketches provided by @feignedsobriquet

Aenar, Gaemon and Visenya seeing their grandsire for the first time and having to hide their disgust:

Daemon playing the world’s smallest violin for his brother because he invaded their home with his greedy snakes and scared his son:

Reaction perfectly captured once more by the lovely and talented @feignedsobriquet :

And because one should never leave me alone with the medieval picrew: have a little Arthur.

Marcus gazes upon his daughter and he thinks back to the day Bellona placed her in his arms. She was a small babe but her cries rang throughout the camp like a war horn and she would only be soothed by her father's voice, bouncing from side to side as he went through different strategies. His friend and Captain of his armies, Quintus, always laughed when he told of how the feared Marcus Acacius discussed invasion plans with the other commanders with a baby girl strapped to his chest - of how he would take every one of her babbles as if it was an excellent question and jump to another point to answer it.

(“sic semper tyrannis” on AO3, featuring Marcus Acacius being the best father in all of Rome and his unhinged demigod daughter)

Introducing: the Hatchlings!

Bonus drawing by the great @feignedsobriquet : Ser Steffon RUNNING out of King’s Landing and running over Ser Criston in the process

Chapter 2 is up!

A movie adaptation of The Yellow Wallpaper (assuming they are all still talking about the short story by Charlotte Perkins-Gilman) would HAVE to be fucking AMAZINGLY WELL-DONE in an era where Nightbitch and Tully and Die, my love and other films centering around motherhood as an isolating and dehumanizing experience already exist.

Not that it can’t be done, but that it should be done really well and have women in every part of the process. (The only man I trust near this adaptation is Guillermo Del Toro, and even then he should be a producer at most.)

The Yellow Wallpaper is inspired by the REAL LIFE “treatments” that were prescribed to women in the late XIXth century for post-partum depression (“the baby blues”). It is supposed to make you feel like you the reader are crawling up the wall with boredom and lethargy.

The baby? Not fucking important. It really isn’t. The readers are told nothing about it except that the husband’s sister is helping take care of it. It should only appear by distant wails and shadows. Nothing else.

The husband? A condescending doctor who thinks he knows best. He better not be made to look attractive. No Tom Hiddleston in Crimson Peake. He should give the same energy as the “Nice” Commanders in the Handmaid’s Tale.