Aragorn sped on up the hill. Every now and again he bent to the ground. Hobbits go light, and their footprints are not easy even for a Ranger to read, but not far from the top a spring crossed the path, and in the wet earth he saw what he was seeking.
Just so it's clear, I do not debate topics like politics and cultural appropriation with bad faith actors who do not meet my academic qualifications. I hold two degrees in social anthropology, both of which I graduated with first class honours and a distinction respectively. I am a published academic author, including an upcoming publication with Bloomsbury. Oh yeah, and I'm doing my PhD at one of the country's best universities. I also charge for academic services, so if you want to rant about me being a coloniser (lmao) that'll be 拢30 for the hour.
Catch up to me in higher education or don't bother. If you're genuinely curious and have questions I am more than happy to have a chat, but if you're here to troll...I'm not the least bit sorry that I'm hot and educated.
It is with a heavy heart that I will not be, for the foreseeable future, producing any new content for Tastes of Tamriel. This is not a decision I have made lightly, but finding out my work is so blatantly ripped off has put me off creating any new content.
I'm sorry it's come to this, but not being acknowledged for all the hard work I do and seeing others profit from my effort and time is too much to handle on top of the current fiasco that is my life.
I will get round to replying to the last of the messages in my inbox, but will not be opening asks for worldbuilding/recipe request posts for a long time. DMs are still open if anyone would like to contact me.