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I think the weirdest kink I may ever have is historically accurate garments. Because What Do You mean I'm blushing at era appropriate 1400s english pants

i miss the old tumblr days when you annoyed someone even slightly and they went on a multi paragraph rant. one that started with "you know what? no. fuck this. fuck you." and contained insults like "moldy sock" and threats like "i'll steal your kneecaps". all while maintaining the attitude of a YA novel protagonist facing capital punishment rallying troops against a dictatorship.

ya know they say commodus was a terrible emperorr and yeah wikipedia says "is reign is commonly thought to mark the end of a golden age of peace and prosperity in the history of the Roman Empire (the Pax Romana)" but at least he had fun with it which is more than you can say for marcus aurelius

marcus aurelius ensuring the peace and stability of the mpire and then going back to his room and writing "i fucking hate meetings this sucks so much" a hundred times on his Meditations scrolls. Commodus is scripting professional wrestling plots where Hulk Hogan loses to him and cries

Coworker type women are always like "you know how it is with husbands" but I don't. I don't know how it is. Your experience of husband seems to be guy who doesn't give a shit about you. My experience of husband is mostly guy who won't stop singing "Pastyme With Good Companye" (a bad song written by Henry VIII) at 9pm.

gruche 😠 who luſt 😈 but none denye ❌ ſo god be pleſyd 🙏 þus leve wyll I 🕺

kay seriously has the worst fucking job in camelot like the beauracracy there would be a nightmare. trying to keep track of which knights are entering the tournament and a bunch keep insisting as going as the fair unknown or le chevalier mal fet or something and you don’t even have standardized spelling to write these titles with so you’re just sounding these out phonetically while knowing they all mean nothing and it probably is just lancelot every time. also someone is using invisibility or magic or something to gore knights through with lances before the tournament even starts and then you’re dealing with people coming into the court hall begging for an especially hallowed knight who can cure their illness with a touch but you’re never quite sure which knight it’s going to be because of course most hallowed knight does change status. the wife of your boss (your little brother) is also openly having an affair with the knight who most notoriously goes by like sixteen different names and routinely goes insane and his family has to track him down but sometimes he can help the people who come into the palace dying of incurable wounds which saves you some paperwork so you do have to keep him around. he also saved your life once but did it in a really embarrassing way that you’ll never live down because he took your armor and everyone fought him because they thought he (presumably you) looked stupid. i would quit personally

highly recommend keeping a small portrait of a historical figure who met a grisly end on your work desk. for perspective.