Living in a city with one of the definitive terminal stations has irreparably ruined my brain
I canāt believe they wonāt let me on a train a mere 10 minutes before it leaves
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Living in a city with one of the definitive terminal stations has irreparably ruined my brain
I canāt believe they wonāt let me on a train a mere 10 minutes before it leaves
Pangaea was wasted on the dinosaurs. Imagine the railway network.
THATS HOW YOU FUCKING PRONOUCE GAWAINE?????
Lynette and Gareth totally not flirting.
The Story of Gareth and Lynette [Part 2/2]
Illustrations done by Norman Little for the book "The Gateway to Tennyson" (1911) written by Leonora B. Lang.
round 1: gareth/lynette vs gareth/lyonesse
gareth/lynette
gareth/lyonesse
gareth and lynette by arthur dixon, gareth and lyonesse by arthur rackham
[ID 1: an illustration of gareth in armour holding a horn. he is turned towards lynette, who is grabbing his arm. there is a collection of tents behind them. /end ID 1 ID 2: an illustration of gareth in full armor standing over a fallen knight while lyonesse looks on. behind them is a creek and a forest. /end ID 2]
I am feeling very seen
i still ship Gareth(beaumains) and Lynette(lady savage) ngl
They were two egotistical idiots forced by Arthur on behalf of Gareth(Beaumains) on a roadtrip together. Lynette was an ass to him and kept calling him "unworthy kitchen boy". Gareth was an ass to her and won't let her be released from his charge coz "he promised King Arthur". Lynette kept asking other knights to kill him so that she could be free. Gareth kept killing all those knights and wont give them mercy unless she asked for them to be shown mercy.
But ngl it's obvious they pushed and challenged each other the whole time.
And at the end, Lynette finally admitted her mistakes and apologized and went on assisting and healing him.
and Gareth still thought he never did any wrong.
Their toxic hate-hate-enemies-to-friends relationsht was a lot more organic and built thru prolonged exposure with each other in a extended roadtrip filled with challenges.
I wish they just became more. They honestly brought out the best and worst in each other. Gareth x Lynette is probably one of the most fleshed out m/f dynamics in malory i have ever seen.
Iām sorry why donāt we get more of Garethās story Iām only on chapter 11 but this is some top tier romcom action here
NEVERMIND
Chapter eight reveals that the Black Knight was named Sir Perard and he was the brother of the Green Knight. The damosel and Gareth run into his brother, and the Green Knight mistakenly believes itās his brother, but the damosel tells him, "Yeah, buddy, this idiot kitchen knave killed him." The Green Knight swears revenge and he and Gareth start fighting. Okay, okay, Iām cackling! 𤣠The damosel is being savage towards Garethās opponent because of how long the battle is taking!
Of course, Gareth wins. Rather than the Green Knight dying, Gareth spares his life if the damosel says so. She saves his life and these two get invited to lodge with the green knight. Huh, this is the second day on the road that they get lodging in a manor. Theyāve been lucky so far!
Iām sorry why donāt we get more of Garethās story Iām only on chapter 11 but this is some top tier romcom action here
An observation:
In Swansea, when you get on a bus, the driver will literally sit at that bus stop and block the traffic if need be to watch you, hawk-like, on the bus cameras as you make your way to a seat. This is normal service. We must all be seated before the bus takes off. Very occasionally they might start driving while you're still standing in front of your seat, having reached it but not quite sat down, and the sudden inertia makes you instantly hinge 90 degrees at the hips and collapse into the chair like a doll in Toy Story when a human enters. We all have a good laugh. "Quick off the mark, isn't he?" an old lady will say. "Not even sitting, you weren't!" she will cackle. This is high entertainment. Her week is made. Your forced seating is a rare treat, a moment of human connection. You still thank the driver as you get off the bus.
In Edinburgh, the bus drivers have never heard of the very concept of waiting until the passengers are seated. Half a picosecond after your card is tapped the bus driver punches a nitro injection button and stamps on the accelerator. You are instantly hurled to the back of the bus, where you are thinly laminated to the back window. Time unspools into the traffic behind you. A local tuts at you, because you should have known to hold the handrail. After several seconds you manage to unpeel yourself, only for the driver to slam on the brakes for the next stop, flinging you at speed through the windscreen and onto the road in front of the bus. Ashamed, you get up and re-board. It costs nothing extra, because Scottish public transport is cheap and convenient. The driver actually pauses, because a woman with a cane has boarded. You seize your chance. You try to run up the stairs to a seat before she sits and the bus moves again. You are out of luck - at the top step the driver spins out into oncoming traffic at 87 miles an hour from a standstill, and you tumble like a house of cards impacted by a bowling ball, thrown down from the Olympus of the upper deck that you, in your hubris, thought you could reach. You rattle around in the aisle like a discarded can. The woman with the cane laughs at you. Some children kick you towards the back. You lodge under a seat, and cling on until your stop like a terrestrial limpet.
You still thank the driver as you get off the bus.
I am of course in Edinburgh again at the minute and lads you'll never guess the experience I had today
Iām sorry can you imagine being the EMPEROR OF ROME asking the new king of a small island whose own ascension caused a multi-year civil war to continue the truage his father paid
And the little twerp says āummmm no and actually I think Iām Emperor of Rome nowā
And then he kicks your ass
guinevere literally had the worst wedding ever. sheās sitting there at the round table trying to enjoy her first meal with her husband when suddenly his wizard mentor is like āheads up!!! adventure is about to happen.ā and this pack of dogs breaks into the court chasing this injured deer thatās just bleeding all over everything, a knight gets knocked over, a lady gets kidnapped in full view of everyone. and after they run out of the castle arthur is just like wow that was so obnoxious!! glad thatās over. merlin of course is like āarthur you have to address thisā so arthur sends the kid he just outed as illegitimate in front of the whole court, an old guy who tried to kill him, and his nephew to go track down everyone. and two out of the three of them bring back decapitated womenās heads. like not gonna lie guinevere probably was not having a very good time that week
Ahhhh but the woman they were sent to retrieve is all in one piece we call this a Camelot success
who raised them like this
King of Lothian AND Orkney is very funny especially when there is also a king of Scotland Thomas what are you doing
Lot really said Iām king of these two very specific places
King of Lothian AND Orkney is very funny especially when there is also a king of Scotland Thomas what are you doing
Anthony: *trying to confess his love*
Kate: AND ONE MORE THING YOU BOSSY LITTLE SHITā¦