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she. she had little heels.
mist had little HEELS how did i never notice
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I was reading some aspiring authors personal excerpt about how furious she is with the pervasiveness of misogyny in society & mens refusal to take it seriously, & it resonated so I was considering giving her book a try for a minute but then I get to the end of the post and the fucking tags are like "reminder that I am non-binary and use they/them pronouns so don't get weird in the replies"...I just can't deal with these people they're like a bad joke that came to life and gained (partial) sentience
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hi thank you for all the aradia love this blog
do you have a favorite headcanon about her, even a very small/niche one?
day 284
well i assume u mean aside from the one in the blog title lol
a fun one is this dumb imaginary report card i imagine sometimes
obviously i interpret her as autistic, but i also think shes asexual, sssomewhere on the aro spectrum? and agender! which is all fun because her name also starts with a. call that a straight-A student
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I forgot that they usually get a room each. One day the BAU accountant is going to lose their shit. Never got a single room for a work trip if it was a group trip. The hotels, the jet, the Gucci? What is the budget?
honestlyyyy im so fucking certain they’ve had to double up many times before. the only exception is rossi, who usually buys his own room at a nicer hotel
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There is at least plenty of Cromwell, though he remains a puppet, jerked about to display this or that prejudice of his creator. The rest of the characters are disappointingly one-dimensional, and there is a comfortingly old-fashioned division between the goodies (almost all the Protestants, with the exception of Anne Boleyn) and the baddies (almost all the Catholics, with the half-exception of Catherine of Aragon). One might as well be reading Charles Kingsley. By the time one is halfway through The Mirror and the Light, moreover, one is wondering whether there is a genuinely sympathetic female character in the entire opus. (To be fair, there are one or two, in modest walk-on parts as wives or lovers.) The author may betray pity for Catherine of Aragon, but certainly not liking. As for the queen’s daughter, Mary Tudor, she staggers through the novel like one accursed: plain, ugly, stubborn, deceitful, timorous, sickly, stupid, bigoted, clumsy, ill-dressed, unloved and unlovable. . . . Rarely, one feels, has any human creature been so ill-favored.
THE MIRRORS AND THE SMOKE by Richard Rex
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