love is what offends the gods

STOP the "grimdark muddy and grey medievalism film about a white dude doing some bullshit" industrial complex. WHERE is the Questing Beast WHERE are the cool women WHERE are the people of color WHERE is the fun and whimsy and fantastical

not naming names but some of you are so creative and talented it's an honor to have you in my phone

“the mind of a medieval person was foreign and incomprehensible” factoid is false. the average medieval person was pretty normal. the chivalric death cult, whose members were known to literally die if prevented from riding to war, was an outlier and should not have been counted

On hearing of Anjou’s death, a tailor of Orleans named Guillaume le Jupponnier, when “overcome with wine,” burst into a tirade in which can be heard the rarely recorded voice of his class. “What did he go there for, this Duke of Anjou, down there where he went? He has pillaged and robbed and carried off money to Italy in order to conquer another land. He is dead and damned, and the King St. Louis too, like the others. Filth, filth of a King and a King! We have no King but God. Do you think they got honestly what they have? They tax me and re-tax me and it hurts them that they can’t have everything we own. Why should they take from me what I earn with my needle? I would rather the King and all kings were dead than that my son should be hurt in his little finger.”

spill for me, Muse, the wine-dark tea on a problematic man

@moniquill you are correct. The little void is asking the cloud to play. The cloud does understand the request, however, he is considering how to play with such a tiny void without squishing it. But the tiny void has too much bouncy so the fluffiest of good clouds doesn’t have time to make a decision - if you see that little step after the yawn is an attempt at play - however the cloud’s paw is too big so power and pressure need to be adjusted. Big conundrum for the cloud.

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

every time i remember that photo of the little inuk girl with her puppy i engage in inconsolable hysterics

for a household so swagless, its actually incredible the crown managed to get so far into debt during robert's reign. like. how was aerys able to budget all that wildfire, rhaegar's ruby related expenses and several tourneys while tripping balls on his own unbalanced brain chemistry but robert and cersei managed to waste it all on. alcohol i guess??

new headcanon, jon gets his beets counting talents from his grandpa aerys. born to be accountants, forced to go into management

Aerys right there like, "How much for a wildfire gallon? Will it roar like a dragon? Will it make these skeletons in my throne room dance for me? You're doubling the amount at that price, and throwing in some fruit shaped jars to boot, understand?"

for a household so swagless, its actually incredible the crown managed to get so far into debt during robert's reign. like. how was aerys able to budget all that wildfire, rhaegar's ruby related expenses and several tourneys while tripping balls on his own unbalanced brain chemistry but robert and cersei managed to waste it all on. alcohol i guess??

new headcanon, jon gets his beets counting talents from his grandpa aerys. born to be accountants, forced to go into management