#complete buffoonery

[stoportotouch]

i think the best bit of 1776 is franklin very gently and empathetically calming dickinson down when he starts screaming at adams, letting dickinson ‘win’ the “call an ox a bull” conversation, and argue him down from “you are wrong and furthermore personally offensive to me” to “yeah alright sure i won’t argue against that because i respect you”... only for adams to immediately leap up and basically yell “AND FURTHERMORE! I PERSONALLY HATE MISTER DICKINSON AND THINK HE IS A COWARD.”

[punkrockalphys]

is sebastian just evil leslie knope,,,

[bi-kisses]

Imagen being ur racist ass out here invaildating nonbinary idenitites and not realizing the whole " gender binary" is a white european nightmare that they forced on just about every other culture in existance. Ill care about whatever boring ass anti-nonbinary argument you carry when white people stop trying to tell two spirit individuals how to interact with our history and identities.

another bingo square!!!! "racist"

lmao y'all are so stupid I've talked about this a billion times I am so not going into it again.

[aethernoise]

missing piece. falling asleep somewhere that isn’t their bed. Though, I believe I've seen you write about almost all these prompts at least at one point or another, they're all so wonderful.

Wow you’re right. Especially this. Off the top of my head: I’ve written about Alyx falling asleep on the couch, on the floor, and somewhere??? that definitely isn’t under a tree in Il Mheg. I’ve written about Aymeric sleeping on the couch twice, and along with various passing references to him sleeping at his desk, I am currently finishing up a chapter that involves snoozing briefly in an armchair.

Coincidence? Definitely not. Anyway, here’s another one.

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“Darling, I shan’t make it, go on without me.”

“Out of the question,” Alyx declared, “We go together.”

“Then you must needs carry me.”

“I can’t carry you.”

“Of course you can. Just lift with your legs.”

There was some small chance that had she not been besot by hysterical laughter that she could have made some progress, but this was not like any of the times Alyx had tried to lift an entire Lord Commander from the ground just to see if she could. Those times they had both been standing, for one thing, and she had far more stable footing. Though she could not carry him more than several steps she prided herself on the almost-fulm of space between his feet and the floor.

Such a feat in their current state was far more daunting erring on the absurd. 

Nevertheless, Alyx made a very weak attempt at achieving some semblance of a sitting position, but was no match for the sleepy weight (and absolutely, definitely purposeful resistance) of her companion. She collapsed beside him and sighed dramatically.

“I’m too drunk,” she whined, “And you’re just a ... giant ragdoll right now. Just an enormous, beautiful sack of popotoes. I’m no match for you.”

Aymeric, similarly smashed if not moreso, had tears in his eyes from laughter.

“But you are,” he said, “You belong here with me. On the floor.”

It was extremely comfortable. She lay her head in the curve of his shoulder for only a moment, just enough to regain her strength. 

Several minutes later, Alyx opened her eyes without realizing she had closed them.

“Aymeric, we are going to fall asleep here,” she said groggily, “And we’re going to be really, really upset about it when we wake up.”

“So be it,” he mumbled, “We go together.”

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[stiffkick80]

When you can’t help saying “I told you so...”

[impostoradult]

Hey Game of Thrones

[sailorcosanzeana]

Joseph-Noël Sylvestre: The Sack of Rome by the Barbarians (Vizigoths) in 410

[anextrapart]

me, halfway through DD3, banging my fists on a table: WHERE’S FRANK WHERE’S FRANK WHERE’S FRANK WHERE’S FRANK WHERE’S FRANK WHERE’S FRANK WHER-