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#Empire Of The Son
maculategiraffe · 3 months
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man if I was a russian mob boss and my worthless layabout son killed baba yaga's dog I'd just fucking give him up. like immediately. like call john wick's secret basement landline and be like "iosef's at the club. all his goons and bodyguards have been instructed to stand down. there's a new puppy on your front porch. do you want an edible arrangement or anything"
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asteroidtroglodyte · 7 months
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Look; if you don’t support LandBack, you probably don’t understand what is actually being proposed. Everything I have read and heard has been very reasonable and fair. The only folks talking about revenge campaigns are White Supremacists trying to drum up fears. The movement is co-axial with a lot of the ideas in the Ecological and Green movements. It’s a decolonizing measure. It has the potential to benefit lots of people, including non-Natives, given that many of the proposals would dramatically improve air and water quality and increase access to food across economic class lines. These folks have good ideas. I am asking you, politely, to just, take a look
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ruubesz-draws · 27 days
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Father and son moment🤗
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fogwitchoftheevermore · 9 months
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every once and a while i see empires (particularly s1) fics where Fwhip’s full name is “Fail Whip” (aka what his username actually stands for). i entirely understand why people do this HOWEVER. the implication that fwhip and gem’s parents named their children “gemini” and “FAIL”?????? funniest thing ever especially because no one ever questions it.
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umbrify · 8 months
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Your name is FailWhip. Second child of the Grimlands royal family. Your older sister’s name is GeminiTay. She will become the Countess. You will not.
Growing up, your sister Gemini was always held to high standard. She had special classes and tutors, she had a schedule and a calendar with which to keep track of it all. She had training in sword fighting and archery, as well as leadership and diplomacy.
You did not.
When you were very young, you asked Gemini why she was always so busy. She told you that she was gonna become the ruler of the Grimlands. She seemed excited.
You once asked your parents why she was so busy and you weren’t, why couldn’t you go with her? They waved you off, told you that you had no business getting in her way.
Spending time at the forge became a welcome reprieve from your home. The blacksmith seemed willing enough to ignore you, and you tried to stay out of the way. You enjoyed watching them work, occasionally tinkering with some loose scrap metal, when you could.
(You’d always wondered why you were named that. You could never bring yourself to ask, not wanting to hear the answer.)
When you were nine, Gemini called you into her room, late at night. She looked tired. She said she’d thought of a fun nickname for you, asked if you wanted to hear it. From then on, she called you fWhip. You started calling her Gem, and it seemed to make her smile.
She started looking more… exhausted. All the time. It looked like she hadn’t had a good nights sleep in weeks. You started doing her chores for her.
You’d gotten pretty alright at working the forge, over the years. It was better than staying in the castle— you always felt like you were in the way, at home. Like your parents wished you weren’t there.
(It wasn’t hard to figure out.)
When you were home, you tended to stay in your room.
Gem started sneaking out at night. You noticed, of course. You never said anything. Sometimes she would give you things, when she got home, in the early hours of the morning. Usually, the things were just little trinkets or machine parts.
The last time, she gave you a small purple crystal.
When you were fifteen, she ran away. Only a year before she was to become Countess.
All at once, the entire empire’s eyes were on you. You started taking all those classes that you wanted, all those years ago. You didn’t want them anymore. It didn’t matter what you wanted.
At sixteen, you got a nasty gash on your arm, from the sparring you were forced to do. You could feel the disappointed gaze of your parents constantly on your neck for the next week, while you recovered.
You always hoped Gem would come back, keeping that last gift tucked away safely in your nightstand. You were beginning to understand why she left. You couldn’t blame her for it.
At seventeen, a terrible sickness ravaged the Grimlands. You recovered. Your parents did not. The funeral was in the depth of winter, the ceremony long and cold. The whole empire mourned.
At seventeen, you became the youngest ever Count of the Grimlands. You were never supposed to. You sat upon one of the grand thrones, and wondered how you were supposed to do this alone.
At seventeen, you had to prove to the world that you were worth it. You didn’t even know where to start.
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jestroer · 1 month
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The thing about me is that i want imaginary children to have fun and be friends
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kisekiii25 · 2 years
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the propaganda poster season two edition :)
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waterdeeping · 9 months
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I'm here for Bode Akuna.
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diioonysus · 2 years
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tragedy in art
the execution of lady jane grey by paul delaroche (1833)
the fall of babylon by john martin (1831)
ophelia by sir john everett millais (1852)
the destruction of pompeii and herculaneum by john martin (1822)
princess tarakanova by konstantin flavitsky (1864)
the episode of the yellow fever by juan manuel blanes (1871)
les saltimbanques by gustave dore (1874)
ivan the terrible and his son ivan by ilya repin (1885)
the course of empire, destruction by thomas cole (1836)
the plague of ashdod by nicolas poussin (1630)
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dragzo · 5 months
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adventuretolkienlover · 6 months
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How to Watch the Entire Ninjago Series For Free in a completely Legal way!
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Hey, I know this isn't usually a Ninjago blog, But I have something cool to show you Ninjago fans. Me and my brother regularly watch Ninjago together and it wasn't until recently I found out that some Ninjago fans are having a hard time watching the full series because of streaming. So I'm going to show you all how me and brother watch the full series completely free! With no illegal downloads or sketchy sites. This could also be helpful for those just getting into the series. Enjoy!
First head to Tubi! They have seasons 1 through 7! Everything from the pilots to Hands of Time.
Next, head to Pluto! They have seasons 8 and 9. Sons of Garmadon and Hunted!
Next head to Cartoon Network Asia! Don't be fooled by the title. The episodes ARE in English. They have seasons 10 through 15. March of the Oni, Secrets of Forbidden Spinjitsu: Fire Chapter, Secrets of Forbidden Spinjitsu: Ice Chapter, Prime Empire and Master of the Mountain! Although, a chronological list of the episodes order may by ideal, since a few are out of order on the site.
Finally, head to YouTube, for seasons 16 through 18. The Island, Seabound, and Crystalized.
And you're done! Now you can watch Dragons Rising properly reminded of all that came before. Happy watching!
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Do y’all ever not finish a show bc in your weird ass delusional little mind, that means it doesn’t end if you don’t watch the final season?!
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asteroidtroglodyte · 10 months
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Bestie u ok?
you've reblogged that Calvin&Hobbes comic about destroying suburbs and reforesting the space for the animals to return 11 times
I was talking with My Wife about a particularly ugly and empty commercial real estate property; it consists of a dilapidated parking lot ringed by storefronts. Half the businesses are shuttered; the ones that remain are mid-tier corporate shells, things like Baskin Robbins and El Pollo Loco. We were passing through, picking up some very overpriced ice cream cake for a party
She said, in the way that most folks say this, that “there used to be nothing here.”
To which I replied (with substantially more force and pain than I had anticipated)
“There used to be Trees!”
I apologized for yelling, and she forgave me. She knows the journey I’m on. She’s right there with me. The Pain is still fresh. I am only just learning.
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I’m only just beginning to really understand. I’m only beginning to see. The severity of it. The depth and breadth of what was lost; no, destroyed, Murdered, to make way for, for… Baskin Robbins.
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We used to live amongst giants
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They used to be EVERYWHERE
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I don’t know what to do with all this Pain. This Rage. This Sadness. I want there to be someone I can punish, someone I can blame, someone I could put a bullet in to make it better and set it back, but I can’t, they’re dead, the Giants are dead and I can’t do anything about it and it makes me want to cry.
I dunno bestie. I don’t think I’m ok.
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duahauuoplanh · 4 months
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real.
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ivebeentotheforest · 5 months
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thinking about them (elizabeth mothman and jane rogan)
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