I wanna talk today. I wanna develop my potential ship with Miss Pauling some more 🥺💖💖
It's lowkey because I think it'd be really funny that scout is my brother and has been trying to get with her for YEARS and also potentially slightly angsty since we've always been so close and that might cause a rift/rivalry between us but also?? She's just so CUTE, I really wanna reread the comics because she's soooo so precious in them 🥺💘💘💘💘
LOOK AT HER IN HER LITTLE DUNGEON MASTER GETUP FROM ONE OF THE HALLOWEEN COMICS😭😭
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The worst thing about the atrocities committed against the Native Americans is that we have basically forgotten their history. I mean, we'll mention it briefly, but it's barely taught and basically never discussed.
The most tragic thing about those atrocities today is that we are seeing the same exact ones playing out right now. 200 years later. We see exactly what the white colonizing people of European descent did to the indigenous people of the Americas, and we see that white colonizing people of European descent are currently doing that to the indigenous population of Palestine.
And I can't even talk about it like that to people because people don't even recognize the first as an atrocity bc they don't know about it. And they don't know about the latter either.
The "Reservations". The "West Bank". "Gaza".
These are tiny tiny patches of land - crumbs - of an entire land that used to be native. All of Palestine used to be theirs. All of Turtle Island used to be theirs. White colonists of European descent fucking obliterated the indigenous population to take over their land. It happened then and it's happening now. And people aren't fucking listening.
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30. amity
As Aymeric stared up at the enormous, one-eyed form of Vrtra, satrap of Radz-at-Han and youngest of the First Brood, he found himself momentarily speechless at the very concept. Only a few short years ago, Ishgard’s borders had been closed, and he would have been dead at the bottom of Witchdrop for even considering the possibility of international amity with a nation ruled by a Fury-forsaken dragon.
But Vrtra had ruled Thavnair fairly and well for centuries, had personally given the scales that had shielded his men from tempering in Garlemald and elsewhere – the large swath of exposed flesh on his side was reminder enough of that. And then for him to invite the leader of a city known for its skills in the slaughter of Vrtra’s kind while thus weakened – it went against every single tenet by which he had been raised and lived most of his adult life.
However, he had become accustomed to rapid change, oft heralded by the two women who sat at the nearby table, chatting quietly. Recovering his wits, Aymeric bent in a bow. “Thank you for the invitation, satrap Vrtra. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
A deep, rumbling voice issued forth from the wyrm, but in the common tongue rather than the dragonspeak his elder brothers had favored, “You are welcome on Thavnair’s shores, Lord Speaker. Sit, and take your ease.”
“If we have to start standing on ceremony, I’m going to go eat in my room. Leave the damned politics in Ishgard,” Estinien grumbled, off to his left.
Aymeric tipped his head at the former preminent dragonslayer of Etheirys as he took the seat next to him, smiling faintly. “You say that, but the longer you stay here, the longer I’m tempted to make you an official ambassador between Ishgard and Radz-at-Han. You are rather uniquely suited for it, after all.”
Grey eyes narrowed and pinned him with a glare. “Don’t. I haven’t your talent for speeches, nor your taste for rubbing elbows with important people.”
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