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yellowmanula · 3 months
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DJ Yellow Manula - all link to my latest stuff :)
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sixty5toyou · 2 years
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(DJ Stephan Sarkissian)
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smallpapers · 1 year
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NOW EAT THIS SUCKAAAAAA
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igorlevchenko-blog · 2 months
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Morrowind: Uupse Fyr, fourth wife of Lord-Wizard Divayth Fyr, enjoys skooma pipe with apples and shalk resin.
P.S. That is, wife-clone-daughter-benign corprus tumor.
P.P.S. Moon sugar+apples+shalk resin makes a "fortify speed" potion.
Digital painting. Made in Krita (5.1.5).
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twiyke · 1 year
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IRREFUTABLY CANON!!
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Living Barns: How to Find and Restore a Barn of Your Own, 1984
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regular-gnome · 2 months
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what do you think papa titan looked like when they were alive
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He's gonna appear in the main story but anyways. I think there are two forms they take, the larger one that grows to be size of an island and a smaller one (probably using magic like King in the carnival episode), and that might be what the changing before getting under the water was suggested in end of WaD But I dont really get why papa titan looks so different in the large skeletal form compared to the smaller one, the horns and skull are totally different, the hands change a lot too. I think its more of a design choice to make him look more menacing in the finale and more looking like King in while talking to Luz
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columboscreens · 1 month
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accidental-spice · 1 year
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antiqueanimals · 3 months
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Grzimek's Animal Life Encyclopedia: vol. 2 - Insects. Written by Dr. Bernhard Grzimek. 1984.
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1.) House cricket (Acheta domesticus)
2.) German cockroach (Blattella germanica)
3.) Oriental cockroach (Blatta orientalis)
4.) American cockroach (Periplaneta americana)
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they're in love in a way only aspec people can fully understand and i'm dying on this hill
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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year
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𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ᴡɪꜰᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Tw: mentions of child birth, pregnancy, accusations are made towards reader (mfs don’t know how genetics work), reader has dark hair and eyes, some angst but fluff. Mentions of intimacy. Reader is from Yi Ti
You were a trusted friend of the Targaryen's, your father would bring you with him when he took a trip to Kings Landing to see the king. At some point your family moved to Westeros, you had grown up with the Targaryen children, but you were close to Aemond. Even after he lost his eye you still remained by his side.
After years, you both have become of age, and you were matched by the Queen to wed. This made you both happy, you had married both out of duty and love. The day of the ceremony, you were so happy that it was obvious how happy you were that your husband to be was the boy now man you had fallen in love.
That night when you had to officially seal the marriage, it was a night of passion, that was he had taken your maidenhead so lovingly that you would always remember. 
You had also fallen with child as expected, Aemond was happy knowing that your child was growing in your womb. During your pregnancy he made sure you were comfortable and well taken care off. He would skip his lessons and training to make sure you were well, he didn’t want nothing bad to happen to you and your babe but mainly you. Pregnancies were risky, he would never end your life over that of a child in which who knows if it’ll live or die.
Months past and finally you had given birth, it was painful but your babe was a healthy boy. Once you had him in his arms, you noticed how your son had your dark hair, once he had opened his eyes they were also like yours. He was beautiful.
Then your husband along with your sister and mother by law walked in. Helaena had congratulated you, also kissing your sweat covered forehead and had a good look at your son. “He’s beautiful” she mentioned and moved a side for her mother to see. The Queen had also congratulated you and looked at the babe in your arms. You noticed how her facial expression changed from a smile to one of displeasure. Your son did not look nothing like her son, he did not have white hair or purple eyes.
Aemond then approached and asked to hold the babe. You gladly handed the babe over to your husband. Instead of having a sour expression, he had a smile on his face, he had a healthy son. Even better was the fact that his son looked like his beautiful mother.
Everything was fine until people began to whisper things about you and your son. They said that you must of laid with someone or one of the Velaryon boys before being wed to Aemond. The rumors got worse when they began to get to you, at first you didn’t care but it had got to the point where it made you cry, your child may not look like his father but the child was his, if only they notice how your son had his lips and nose, once your son had gown into a young man, he’ll have the freckles he once had.
Your mother by law seemed to believe in those rumors, but Helaena didn’t. She loved spending time with you and your son, Aerys. She had also told you somethings when it came for caring for a babe since you were a new mother. Your now Niece and Nephew also liked Aerys, they would try and play with him by putting their toys in his crib or try and get him to talk.
That night you had fed and put Aerys to bed, then you began getting ready to sleep. You had your son’s crib in your bed chamber’s you wanted him close to you. 
As you had changed into a night gown, you had been thinking about what your husband. Will he also believe that his son was not his? Will he send you away back to your family? What would he think? You thought, not realizing that he had walked in.
“Dear wife” he greeted as you jumped startled “oh, dear husband” you said as you got up and walked over to him, he was standing in front of the crib, looking at his son sleep. “He is very calm” he mentioned, once you were next to him you leaned your head on his shoulder. Aemond then looked at you and saw your worried look. “Y/n? What is wrong?” he asked and he then took your hand into his.
“Its just that...” you took a deep breath, then spoke “people have been saying things about me and Aerys, how he doesn’t belong to you or how I laid with someone before we wedded” you admitted, your eyes were now being flooded y tears. Aemond then guided you to the bed and sat you down in front of him.
“Do not listen to him, he is my son, he looks after his beautiful mother” he said as he pulled you close into a hug. You hugged him tightly, tears falling from your eyes. “I will speak with my mother, if this continues on, we’ll leave, we will go live with your parents or just anywhere away from here” he said stroking your hair. He hated seeing you upset, it broke his heart seeing his beloved wife being attacked by people who had nothing better to do but speak badly of others. Aemond would do anything to protect you and his son. 
The next day, your father and mother came to visit, wanting to meet their grandson. Your father was delighted upon  seen his grandchild, he said that the babe was blessed with the family’s appearance. Your mother had mentioned that your son looks exactly like you.
During that time that you were with your parent’s Aemond was talking to his mother and The Hand. “Isn’t it obvious? My son looks like his mother! Y/n was pure!” he said angrily at the Hightowers “that still doesn’t chance that her son looks nothing like you, are you sure that he is your son?” Otto asked, this made him more furious, how dare he question you, his wife.
“Alright then, me and my wife will be leaving then” he said as Alicent finally spoke up. “No, you mustn't leave” she said as her son scoffed. “I will not stay here and have my wife be questioned by you or anyone. Aerys is my son, he may not have the Valyrian features, but he is my flesh and blood!” At this point he was shouting, he was very angry. “Tomorrow, we will be leaving with her parents” he stated and left.
He had never raised his voice at his mother and grandsire, but he couldn’t help it. They had no right in questioning you, he will not let you be unhappy do to people’s words. He wanted you to be happy like you have always been, ever since you had given birth to Aerys, you were nervous and very stressed by those words. Perhaps being away from that environment will do you good.
When you had bed your parents a good night you went back to you bed chambers with your son in arms who was now asleep. Once in, you saw how your husband was packing your things away “Husband? What are you doing?” you asked quietly as you laid Aerys to bed. “Tomorrow we’ll be leaving, with your parents back to Yi Ti” he said, this surprised you a bit “are you sure? What did your mother say?” you asked as he walked towards you.
“Don’t worry about that” he said as he leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I will not have you suffer here, I want you to be happy, I don’t want you worrying about what others say.” He said as he then lifted your chin and gentle kissed you. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. Once you pulled away from him, you hugged him tightly. “I’ll be nice going back home” you admitted to him. He smiled and gave you a small peck on the lips, he was happy seeing you smiling again.
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Is there anything good (positive achievement) about the Valyrian/ghiscarian empires? I feel GRRM didn't bother giving them nuanced and interesting history beside mass slavery, rape and genocide, esp the ghiscarians they are mash up of the all the racist oriental tropes you can think of
Hi anon, this is a really good question. I think you can look at it two ways.
On the one hand, if we're analyzing the books from a literary perspective, GRRM's portrayal of the entire continent of Essos is pretty Orientalist and doesn't hold up that well. And we can blame this to some extent on GRRM being a white boomer who clearly did not think all that deeply about the stereotypes he was playing into when he created his "exotic" eastern continent. 90s fantasy was rife with this stuff (even my beloved Robin Hobb is not completely immune-- I'm looking at you, Chalcedeans), and at the time Orientalism was, much like critical race theory or decolonization, a grad school level concept, unless you ran in activist circles. You didn't have Tumblr and Twitter and TikTok and Youtube generating Discourse, you had to actively seek out different perspectives. And ex-hippie liberal white boomers often assumed that they already had the right perspectives, that they knew what traps to avoid, and so you'd get 90s SFF authors thinking they were very cleverly subverting these tropes by going, "I know, I'll have an intensely misogynistic culture of desert dwelling nomads who have harems and slaves but I'll make them white." It was pretty bleak. Luckily for all of us, fantasy has come a long way since then.
And yeah, once you see the Orientalism in ASOIAF, you can't unsee it. Lys is basically the fantasy version of the "pleasure planet" trope, the Dothraki are a stereotype of the Mongol armies without any of the many positive contributions the Molgols made, Qarth is like the Coleridge poem come to life with people riding camels with jeweled saddles and wearing tiger skins, with its women baring one breast and it's sophisticated assassin's guild, and Mereen has its pyramids. The entire continent is brimming with spices and jewels and pleasure houses and people saying "Your Magnificence." It is also a place of blood magic and dragons and Red Gods and shadowlands. It is everything exciting and "exotic," juxtaposed against what appears to most readers to be very mundane--septas and pseudocatholicism and maesters in the citadel. So yeah, it's an Orientalist's fantasy world, and the point of all this is not necessarily to cast it as evil per se, but to cast it as "Other" (and to be clear, Orientalism is harmful and GRRM deserves the criticism he gets for leaning into stereotypes). Valyria and the Valyrians are certainly included in that-- they are explicitly Other as foreign born ruling family in Westeros, and they are treated that way both in-world and by the narrative.
The question then becomes, although GRRM's depictions of Essos lean heavily and inelegantly into Orientalist tropes, why did he create these worlds the way he did? Why is Valyria an "Other" and what significance does it have to the story? And I think that some of this is GRRM's shorthand for something magical that is lost and forgotten and fading away, just like Valyria itself is in the memories of the Targaryen family. It is the Xanadu of Coleridge's Kubla Khan, not just the East viewed from the West, but the past viewed from the present, a nostalgic yearning for a place that only ever existed in the imagination. When the narrative does visit these places in person, rather than telling us about them secondhand, they become ugly and brutal, the jeweled facade hiding a rot underneath. In ASOIAF we have Dany ripping that facade off of Meereen and Yunkai, but she idealizes her own Targaryen heritage, and that is not insignificant, and as readers, we are invited to idealize it right along with her, in spite of plenty of hints that perhaps we should not (like the aforementioned slavery). We even hear Astapori and Yunkish slavers speaking to Dany echo sentiments about the even older Ghiscari empire, also lost, "Ours is the blood of ancient Ghis, whose empire was old when Valyria was yet a squalling child." Old Ghis and the Valyrians who conquered them are both long gone at this point, and yet their descendants are clinging to the legacies of cultures that would be wholly foreign to both of them. Because if Valyria is Xanadu, the Old Valyrians and Old Ghiscari are also Ozymandias, the mighty who have fallen, their once grand civilizations nothing but forgotten ruins. The Targaryens don't yet realize that they are that "half-sunk shattered visage," that they are yearning for something that is gone and never returning, something they never really knew in the first place.
Westeros is not immune to this either. I think it's a consistent theme that GRRM plays with is the ways which the past is glorified and distorted and romanticized. Even in a meta-sense, his entire medieval world is, in many ways, a half-remembered medieval fantasy, the medieval world as imagined by people who read Ivanhoe, rather than a medieval world as actually was. And GRRM simultaneously presents this romanticized world alongside the brutality of the past (and to drive that point home, George's medieval world is much more brutal than the real medieval world was), and so he asks us, just like Dany must ask herself at some point, is the past really all that romantic? Or are we simply yearning for something unnamable and Other? And if we yearn for that, why?
On the other hand, from an in-world perspective, if you are Westerosi, are there any redeeming qualities to Valyrian culture? And I think we can answer that question by asking ourselves, is there anything salvageable from the past, even if the past was terrible? Even if what we perceive of Old Valyria wavers between a horrific empire based on conquest and slavery, and an idealized homeland full of magical dragonriders, depending on who is doing the telling, if we accept it as a fully fleshed out world, then I think we can remember no cultures are monoliths. Old Valyria had art, architecture, fashion, music, literature, and I like to imagine that there were good freeholders, perhaps even Valyrian versions of the Roman Stoics and the Cynics, who raised moral objections to slavery. Certainly the Valyrian "freeholder" government itself, a kind of proto-democracy, similar to that of Athens, was innovative for its particular time and place, even if it was not as democratic as our modern democracies are, and that model of government is replicated throughout Essos, where strict hereditary monarchy seems to be relatively uncommon. Valyria also had a great deal of religious freedom, which persists throughout Essos as well. And as with any empire, it's important to keep in mind that the ruling class made up only a small percentage of actual Valyria, and we know there were Valyrians who were not dragonlords but just normal people, going about their lives who had nothing to do with the atrocities committed, and those people were telling stories, creating art, writing songs, and producing culture too. So I think, tying back into how GRRM uses Valyria and Essos in his narrative, we do not have to discard the past entirely, nor do in-world Targaryens, but it's the romanticization that's the problem, and I think that's something that both in-world characters and readers are cautioned against.
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superhell · 1 year
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day one of working for house you get a brief that is a photo of wilson along with his pager and cell numbers and the instructions that you MUST tell this guy anything house does. you have GOT to keep him notified. and everyones like ‘thats ridiculous’ right up until 2 hours in when they watch wilson talk house down from doing something TRULY reckless. and then they never ever forget. tell wilson. its in the hospital handbook
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mote-historie · 9 months
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Umberto Brunelleschi, Robe orientale Istar-Sahar de chez Molyneux (Molyneux Istar-Sahar oriental dress), La Guirlande : album d'art et de littérature. 1919-1920.
Created under the artistic direction of Umberto Brunelleschi (1879-1949), La Guirlande is one of the rarest of the Art Deco magazines. Early in his career, Brunelleschi produced fierce caricatures for L’assiette au beurre, a satirical weekly published in Paris from 1901 to 1914. He signed his drawings Aroun-Al-Raxid.
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vintagehomecollection · 10 months
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Good Lives, 1977
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