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roryzlittles1ut · 4 months

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Pt:2 of how different Rory roles would react to you sitting on their lap (idk if I forgot the title of it already-)

Willie

He’d let out a quick whimper as he’ll blush deeply. He would immediately place his hands up, like a small puppy dog. He would be very confused, and very flustered. He didn’t expect this from you at all, so he would just stare at you in confusion. He can’t deny he didn’t like it, he loved it.

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Euronymous/Øystein Aarseth (Rory Culkin)

He would be a bit startled, not too much though. He’ll smirk a tiny bit and place his hands on your lower abdomen and lean back, humming softly. He would trail his hands up and down your body as he bounces his leg up and down.

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Clay Roach

He would stir in a confused manner, looking around. Then, he would shrug and rest his head against your back and start falling asleep, snoring loudly as he mumbles your name, or random things. (You’re his little cuddle buddy :3)

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Jack Thurlow

Jack would put his cigarette down in his hand and tilt his head to the side in a confused manner, then flash a tiny smile. He’d giggle a bit and lean against you, wanting some comfort.

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Chris Kenton

Chris would blush a bit with a tiny giggle. He would wrap his arms around you gently and caress your shoulder with his thumb, stuffing his mouth on your shoulder (not biting). He’d take a deep breath and close his eyes, starting to mumble some sweet nothings to you.

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Clyde

He’d take the weed out of his mouth and look at you with a very confused, to the point where he’s probably stuffing his face in yours. He’d blush a bit and shrug, then put the blunt back in his mouth.

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Marcus

He’d blush a bit and shrug it off, rubbing your hips with a tiny smile. He’d giggle a bit and sigh. Marcus would lean against you and take a strawberry, chewing on it kind of loudly to break the awkward silence.

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Daniel Cooper

Danny would whimper quietly in a repeated way, blushing as he looks down at the floor awkwardly, then back up at you. He’d flash a shy smile and look away, putting his hands to the side. He didn’t know where to touch you, so he didn’t want to be a perv either.

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Clement

Clem’s eyes would widen as he’d freeze. He didn’t think you’d like him like him like that, but he didn’t hate it exactly. He’d giggle a tiny bit and cling onto you, closing his eyes.

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#rory culkin #i love him sm.#pls give me a chance #he’s so pookie #he’s so silly #i love him #he’s so cutie patootie #fill my pussy #i love my baby boy #bookie bear

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pwlanier · 5 months

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The Art Institute of Chicago will soon be exhibiting Canova: Sketching in Clay, on view from November 19, 2023 through March 18, 2024. Italian sculptor Antonio Canova was the most celebrated European artist of his time and this exhibition focuses on his lesser-known but unforgettable work in clay. The first show in more than 50 years dedicated to these terracotta sketches, these vivid works reveal how the artist developed his ideas—from the first brilliant spark of imagination to his laboriously finished marble figures.

Antonio Canova, Pope Clement XIV, 1783, painted terracotta.

Courtesy Alain Truong

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racefortheironthrone · 1 year

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As a Social Democrat, what would you say has been its historical tendencies towards colonialism and upliftment of developing nations? Why is that Communism, despite some acknowledged failures (Afghanistan, Tibet, Xinjiang), is seen as more anti-colonialist by comparison?

That's a really interesting question. Honestly, when it comes to social democracy's record on de-colonization, it's something of a mixed bag. One of Eduard Bernstein's major flaws, his feet of clay, is that he was pro-imperialism - although to be fair, the SPD as a whole was pretty consistently anti-colonialist between the 1890s and 1914. On the other hand, the British Labour Party did very little about empire and was arguably pro-empire up until 1945. Clement Attlee, however, had a personal interest in decolonization and was a committed supporter of Indian self-governance since the 1930s, and negotiated the independence of India, Pakistan, Myanmar, and Sri Lanka. On the other hand, Attlee wasn't entirely consistent on this point - he rather mis-handled the British Mandate in Palestine, African colonies were bypassed for de-colonization, and the Attlee government began the counter-insurgency in Malaysia. So something of a mixed bag, as I said.

Attlee's policies did have a long-term effect on the Labour Party - it opposed British involvement in the Suez Crisis on a united basis despite its divisions on other issues, for example. Likewise, the Harold Wilson government was characterized by broad sympathies to the cause of decolonization but a relatively weak commitment to accepting much risk. For example, Wilson refused to send British ground troops to Vietnam but did provide intelligence and jungle warfare training and wouldn't publicly denounce the war.

He did remove British troops from Singapore, Malaysia, and the Persian Gulf and supported de-colonization in Africa, but he rather screwed up in Rhodesia where after insisting on black suffrage in return for Rhodesian independence, he refused to send the British military to "fight our kith and kin" when Ian Smith unilaterally declared independence for his apartheid state, delaying liberation for many years.

By contrast, the Soviet Union and China could more straightforwardly support anti-colonial insurgencies (that often blended nationalist and communist ideologies) in no small part because the Bolsheviks had been anti-WWI and anti-imperialism pretty consistently thanks to Lenin's influence.

And if you were an anti-colonial insurgency, would you prefer the folks who might give you a thumbs up or the folks who would give you weapons?

#history #social democracy #decolonization

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tiredflowercrown · 8 months

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My favorite part about creating one's own version of the Isle is fixing the names. The horrible ones simply don't exist, their nicknames, not legal ones.

Clay Clayton? No. Clement Clayton.

Harry thought the name Clement was dumb and just started calling him Clay

Gonzo? His name is Ethan. He just messed up when he joined the crew, and the name stuck

Squeaky and Squirmy? Of course that's not their names, their names are Sebastian and Silas. It's not their fault they're so anxious

Also coming up with names for Mim cousins is very fun

#disney descendants

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letterboxd-loggd · 28 days

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Star Reporter (1939) Howard Bretherton

March 31st 2024

#star reporter #1939 #howard bretherton #warren hull #marsha hunt #wallis clark #clay clement #morgan wallace #paul fix #virginia howell #joseph crehan

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leavethemtorot · 1 month

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The Lost Revenge

Captain: Uma Triskelion

First Mate: Harry Hook

Quartermaster: Gulliver ‘Gil’ LeGume

Master Gunner: Ivy de Vil

Medic: Bronwen ‘Bonny’ Callahan

Main Cook: Claudine Frollo/ Desiree Marinos

Boatswain: Desiree Marinos

Assorted Members: Jonas Marinos, Ethan ‘Gonzo’ Blakeslee, Clement ‘Clay’ Clayton, Maighread ‘Maggie’ Mim

The Lost Revenge is one of two gangs that run the docks and surrounding territory. Unlike other gangs, The Lost Revenge and The Shattered Hope prefer to settle territory and other disputes between themselves, never bringing in any outside gangs.

The Lost Revenge, while rarely challenging themselves, is most often assisting others in territory disputes, especially when the opposing party is the Dragon’s Blood.

The Lost Revenge has a reputation of being one of the most loyal of the gangs, with members rarely leaving on their own accord and willing to defend their captain for any reason.

#disney descendants #descendants #uma triskelion #harry hook #gil legume #ivy de vil #bonny callahan #claudine frollo #desiree marinos #jonas marinos #clay clayton #maggie mim #the lost revenge #isle of the lost dead

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icarus-star · 9 months

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#i am quite curious 🤭#i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #charlie walker #scream 4 #rory culkin smut #☆arties diary #danny cooper #scre4m #charlie walker x reader #clay roach #city on a hill #bullet head #possum welcome to willits #clement hick 2011 #hick 2011

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codexassassin · 4 months

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What should I have in my assassin's bureau?

Most Bureau's function as news post and informational military base, which means you can live there. It can be a place to store weapons, food, drink and waters/wines (not to dine on but medicines and also flame lighting materials), as well as other medicines, bandages and cots for sleeping and or blanket rolls for sleeping.

A List of Needs:

Thread, twine, string, flax, needles

Cloth, bandages, sheets, linens

Glues, pitch, nap (a type of black pitch), saps, salves, ointments

Foods, nonperishables (rare), bread, cheese, wines/liamints (fruit juices)

Candles, wax, tonement (for sealing wax, clays, pottery), pottery bake (cornstarch, baking soda (medly), flour, meal

Bed rolls / blankets / mats / cots

Wood, firepots, pits, snap (kindling), fax (fat for burning/oil), and Fax is a templar word.

Fishing net / fishing cap. You could take an old shirt, and cutting small holes in it would filter water, you could "dress" the shirt onto two poles and it would be propped up in a place to let water filter through it. Or people would take a longer sleeve shirt after dressing the two poles and tie the arms together to make a net, and fish would be gathered from inside the shirt they swam into.

Brooms / rock salt for floor (kept bugs and pests at a mini), and sometimes people knew how to weave a floor mat from twine or grasses. (Not pretty things)

Cooking oil from foods gathered for lamp oil and candle making. Lasted anywhere between 35 mins to 3 hours depending how it was made. People would take red wine, and mix it with the oils, and it would last over a period of hours if the flax wix or wood wick was long enough. Only noble people had white wines.

Most bureaus are brave enough to post the assassin logo somewhere on the or about the property. In some times past, it was Illegal to have the insignia on the wall, door or roof or sign, in front or around the side of the buildiing or in the back. Bureaus then resorted to the use of the Jerusalem Cross in order to signify they were good people of the mark. Many also took to create a cross on their robe or uniform. Usually a red, or white emblem with yellow or black trim and some white.

Pope Clement III basically told bureau's they could not post signage of any logo or establishment, or they would be fined money, he feared "briganides" moving against him. This lasted until the middle of the 1200's, and in the north did new bureau's start to post signage out-front and also on their roof.

It is important to note that early bureaus were modeled after Monasteries. The idea of a home, peace, prayer and help in the monastery was greatly admired by early Assassins. If you study this article, you will see that this is true:

Rule of Saint Benedict - Wikipedia

It is also clear up from Pope Clement III's death the Catholic Church instigated most of the wars of the lands until and past Pope Gregory's IX rule.

Pope Gregory IX - Wikipedia

#A history of the bureau #nothing is true?#fanbased #send asks #submit stuff #assassinscreed #codex assassin #history #wars #the middle ages #the dark ages

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itsalwayswellattheworldsend · 2 months

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Book 2Chapter 21 - A Battle in the Mountains

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Ralph gets his battle with the mountainfolk, and makes a new friend(?)

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"Nay," said Ralph, "they have done well with their shooting, let them rest. As to my thrusting my sword through the man, Captain, I had done that before, had I been so minded. At any rate, I will ask him if he will serve me truly. Otherwise he seemeth a strong carle and a handy. How sayest thou, lad, did I take thee fairly?"

In the morning, they got up early and ate a little, and Clement gave generously to the Warden and his wife on behalf of their group. They saddled their horses and departed, and the road was rough, but it was all downhill and the streams ran eastward.[1]

They rode all day, and when the sun was setting they camped at the foot of a round hill in a valley with water and grass. Looking down from there, they could see a beautiful plain ahead, and Cheaping Knowe, all pretty and blue in the distance.[2]

This was a lovely place, and they would have happily relaxed there if they had not needed to be on guard more than any previous night, for Clement thought that the wild men would attack them that night.

But all was peaceful through that night, and in the morning they got on the road quickly, riding with their armor on and their bows strung: and three of the armed men rode ahead as scouts.

They had not been on the road for two hours before the scouts returned and reported that the next pass down the way was full of Bandits.[3]

The group was at that time riding a high, bare ridge, and would have an advantage over the thieves if they were attacked from their current position; but if they kept going forward, they would have to follow the road into a dale that was surrounded by the wild men. There were sixty two of them, but only about twenty were fighters, pulse Ralph and Clement (who as a strong fighter hen he needed to be). Of the others, some were just boys, and among the Merchants, there were three old men and more than one was skittish. However, all of the men were armed and they had many bows, and some of the merchants’ assistants were skilled archers.

So they discussed things, and some argued that it would be best to hold their ground and wait for their enemy from a place of advantage; but Clement and the older fighters disagreed with this. They brought up that although they could see the plains below, it did them no good, and Clement told them to think about how night would eventually fall, and that the longer they waited the more bandits there might be. Therefore, all things considered, it would be better to attack at once and try their luck in the valley. After some discussion, they all agreed to this—except for a few who were so scared that they could not see the reason behind it.

So, these frightened members of the group were left behind to guard the pack animals and merchandise; they did this while the fighters and bowmen went forward without further preparation, and Ralph rode between Clement and the captain of the fighters.

They came to the path down into the valley, which cut its way through a hill of clay and dirt, so that it was surrounded on the left and right by steep, slippery cliffs, from the tops of which they thankfully were not attacked with stones. Also, the path was short and they rode six people abreast and were quickly through it. As he rode, Ralph saw a few of the bandits at the low end of the path where it widened out, and they shot some arrows at the merchants, which did not wound anyone but did rattle off of their armor. When Clement saw those people—and heard the noise of their shouting—he lifted up a great axe that he carried and cried out “St Agnes for the merchants!” and spurred on his horse.[4] They all followed him, and they came clattering and shouting down the steep road like a stone flung from a sling, driving right into the valley as a group, so that the stragglers were left far behind.

The wild men,[5] who were poorly armed with broad shields and mostly wore animal skins, made no attempt at defense, but fled as quickly as they could towards the steep slopes of the valley, and then turned and began shooting again, because the companions would not pursue them and risk being split up and overrun by their horde of enemies. Instead, they kept together and followed the road along the south side of the valley, initiating the first confrontation and bloodshed. The thieves still shot their weak bows from the hillside, but barely made a dent. The archers of the group returned fire, letting the melee fighters rest their horses. They gathered their pack animals behind them and were not afraid to stay in this place for a while because the ground behind them fell away in a steep cliff with a few bushes, the kind that no one could come up without climbing on their hands and knees, and even that would not be easy.

When the archers had shot for a while and some of the thieves had fallen to their arrows, the men were encouraged by the retreat of the wild men. Ralph, seeing that some still hung around the slope, cried out: “Master Clement, and you, Captain, it would be bad to leave these people behind us as we go, in case they follow and shoot at us from the rear.”

“That’s true,” said the captain, who was a man of few words, “let’s go. But Clement, stay here with the lads and bowmen.”

Then he cried out: “St Christopher aid us!” and he shook his reins, and all the men who were armored and mounted followed him against the thieves. But the wildmen, seeing the horses coming at them, backed up the hillside a little and held their ground, and some of the horses were hurt by their arrows. The captain had them stop and dismount, while Clement brought the archers closer and shot at the thieves who were closing around the fighters or attacking the horses. Then the companions went forward bravely on foot, coming into melee with the thieves, slashing and stabbing. The wildmen used axes, hammers, and spears, and they were not at all afraid, having the high ground advantage. They were strong and quick men, though not tall.

Ralph fought bravely, and was wounded above the knee by a spear, but not very badly, so he kept fighting and cleared a space around him with great slashes of Upmeads’ blade. Then as the wildmen fled back, there was one of them who stood his ground and swung a long-handled hammer at him, but Ralph dodged under the blow and caught him by the throat, pulling him out of the group.[6] With that, the wildmen scattered before the well-armed fighters and fled up the hill, and the fighters hardly pursued them, for their armor made them slow. Because of this, they did not capture any more of those men, though they killed some, then turned back to gather around Ralph and congratulate him on his capture, for they were happy that the battle was over. And Clement, who had left his bowmen when the Companions were fighting the wild men, was there with them.[7]

Ralph said to him: “Well, have I gotten myself a servant and thrall at a good price?”

“Yes,” said Clement, “if you think a ferret would make a good hound.”[8]

The captain said: “Stab him with your sword, knight.”

Another said: “Let him run up the hill and our bowmen will shoot at him.”

“No,” said Ralph, “they’ve done well with their shooting today, let them rest. As to my stabbing the man, Captain, I would have done that before if I wanted to. At the very least, I’ll ask him if he will serve me faithfully. Otherwise, he seems like a strong enough man, and skilled. What do you say, my man, did I capture you fairly?”

“Yes,” said the man, “You are a strong lad.”

He did not seem to care about the swords around him, and all together seemed like a somewhat handsome, warrior-like man. He was of average height, strong and well-built, with black hair that was shaggy like an animals’ mane, and bright blue eyes. He was dressed in a short coat of grey wool, with a vest of ox-skin armor laced up over it. He had no helmet or shoes, but wore woolen leggings around his legs.[9] His shield—made of wood and ox-hide—lay on the ground a few paces away, and his hammer next to it, both of which he had dropped when Ralph first grabbed him, but he still had a large, ugly knife strapped to him.

Ralph said to him: “Which would you rather do—be killed, or serve me?”

The man said, grinning, but not meanly: “I guess I would rather serve you!”

“Will you serve me faithfully?”

“Why not?” said the man. “But I will warn you that if you beat me—except in a fit of anger—I’ll put a knife in you at my first opportunity.”[10]

“Oh,” said one of the men. “Just kill him now, lord Ralph.”

“No, I won’t,” said Ralph. “He has warned me fairly; maybe he will serve me faithfully. Master CLement, will you lend me a horse for my man to ride?”

“Yes,” said Clement; “But I am doubtful of your new squire.” Then he turned to the fighters and said: “Don’t dally, my masters! Get the horse and let’s leave before they regroup!”

So they mounted and rode away from that valley, and Ralph had his man ride beside him. The man said to him as soon as they were riding: “Take note that I will not fight against my kin.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to,” said Ralph; “but do take note that if you fight against us, I will kill you straight away.”

The man said: “That’s a fair bargain!”

“Well, I will take your knife then, lest it tempt you—which is the habit of cold iron and women’s bodies.”

“No, master,” said the man, “let me keep my knife, as you are a good man. In two hours, we’ll be away from the threat of my people, and when we come down into the lands below, I’ll kill as many people as you want me to, as long as they aren’t of my kin. Honestly, the people down there are evil and alien.”

“All right then, lad,” said Ralph, laughing, “keep your knife, but keep this in mind: if you kill any man of this fellowship except for me, I would rather skin you alive than kill you.

“It’s a bargain then,” said the man, “and I agree to it.

“Good, now tell me your name.”

“Bull Shockhead,” said the man.[11]

Then the fellowship got to riding quickly down the slopes of the mountain on a much better road, and talking together was not easy. They kept a good watch both ahead and behind, but they were not attacked again, though they did see some clumps of men on the hillsides.

So a little while past noon, they came down the lower slopes of the mountains and foothills, which were green and free of stones. There they saw cattles and shepherds, and a homestead here and there, and fields surrounded by fencing.

Now they were down populated lands again, and they displayed the banners of their fellowship, which were Agnes, White Fleece, Christopher, and the Ship of Nicolas, the last of which was the banner of the traveling knights of Whitwall, and Ralph was glad to ride under the banner of St Nicholas, his protector, and thought that it might bring him luck. They showed their banners now because they knew no one here would be so foolish as to attack the Merchants, whom they looked to for many practical and recreational goods.

Now that they felt safe, they stopped and camped by a nice little stream and ate their dinner, and Ralph split his share with his thrall, and the man was hungry and ate well, causing Clement to say mockingly: “You feed your thrall too well, lord, even for a king’s son. Are you trying to fatten him up to eat him?”

Then some of the others picked up the joke and told the man to stop eating, so that he wouldn’t get fat and therefore would live longer. He listened to them, furrowed his brows and looked fiercely from one of them to the other. But Ralph laughed out loud and waved a finger at him, and the man’s anger fled as he began laughing, and began eating again with gusto. He sighed in contentment when he was done and was drinking his wine.

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[1] Minor notes: Warden’s wife is called his “helpmate” here, which is just an old term for partner. I initially thought it might be another Morrisism, but that seems to not be the case, though Morris may have been fond of the term due to his feelings on relationships. Also, the original line is “but it was down hill, and all waters ran east,” which I think is pretty.

[2] This isn’t a valley in the sense of “low place surrounded by higher ground,” but a mountain valley, which is like a long, winding, sloping depression that runs between/down mountains. Google some images—they’re beautiful.

[3] Originally “Strong-thieves,” which is the same thing but not in common use anymore. I maintained capitalization.

[4] I assume St Agnes is the patron saint of merchants (originally, “mercers”) but I’m not going to look it up.

[5] Time to talk about wildmen! I talked about them before (see 1:5 notes), but that was a mythological view and this is a much more practical explanation (i.e. the actual, real thing that was conflated with the myth). Much like the previous discussion of the eastern lands, this is not a racial thing. The wildmen are not a metaphor, analogy, or representation of native or indigenous people groups. These are people who did not integrate into medieval society and continued to live in clans, refusing the rule of lords. These are hillbillies protecting their way of life (and individual freedoms), not indigenous people fighting colonizers.

[6] My assumption is that he grabbed the man’s clothes near the neck and not the actual throat, but that would be cool.

[7] My summary of events (I always have trouble following battles like this, so I thought I’d lay it out plainly): The Companions rode down into the valley from the west, attacked by archers ahead of them. When they fully came into the valley, the wild men scattered, but the Companions did not split up to pursue them. Instead, they followed the road south (I assume protected on the west-side by the wall of the cliff). This brought them to a steep cliff where no one could easily climb up behind them. There, the horsemen and foot soldiers separated. The wild men gathered together on the opposite side (I assume the northern slope of the valley), and the horsemen rode at them. The wild men were part way up the slope and used this vantage point to shoot their bows. As before, their arrows couldn’t pierce the Companions’ armor, but they injured some horses. Because of this, the men dismounted and came at them on foot, supported from behind by the archers (led by Clement). The melee was violent and Ralph fought bravely, and just before the wild men broke and scattered (running up the slope where the Companions could not follow easily in their armor), Ralph caught one of the wild men and pulled him back, causing him to be left behind and captured.

[8] Clement is saying that the wild men aren’t good for taking as servants.

[9] “Hosen made of a woollen clout tied about his legs.” “Hosen” is an older word for leggings or stockings (worn a lot in the middle ages). “Woollen” means “made of wool.” “Clout” has a lot of meanings, but all sort of mean cloth or leather, especially referring to pieces or scraps of them. That, combined with the fact that they are tied around his legs makes me think he’s wearing like, patchwork leggings, probably not well-made.

[10] This is the second time someone’s been like ”nah I’m fine with being beaten for a good reason.” I assume it has to do with medieval/victorian views on violence against children/servants. It seems that beatings are okay as long as they have a purpose and aren’t just being done for fun. However, that’s just the Lady and this wild man’s view of their oppressors, and we’ll see that Ralph isn’t exactly cool with it. Also love the casual attitude has about both being enthralled and also killing his master.

[11] Here we finally meet Bull Shockhead! A few notes: he is from the Bull clan, which gives the first part of his name, and “shockhead” refers to someone with wild, unkempt hair (which implies his hair is extra messy, even by wild men standards. His age is unknown. His age isn’t stated (at least not that I remember), and he’s called “carle” (which is generally used for older men) and “lad” (which is generally used for younger men). He and Ralph both call each other “lad,” so it is my assumption that they are close enough in age to not know who is older.

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#the well at the world's end #william morris #the well - book 2 chapter 21

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And barbarians were inventors not only of philosophy, but almost of every art. The Egyptians were the first to introduce astrology among men. Similarly also the Chaldeans. The Egyptians first showed how to burn lamps, and divided the year into twelve months, prohibited intercourse with women in the temples, and enacted that no one should enter the temples from a woman without bathing. Again, they were the inventors of geometry. There are some who say that the Carians invented prognostication by the stars. The Phrygians were the first who attended to the flight of birds. And the Tuscans, neighbours of Italy, were adepts at the art of the Haruspex. The Isaurians and the Arabians invented augury, as the Telmesians divination by dreams. The Etruscans invented the trumpet, and the Phrygians the flute. For Olympus and Marsyas were Phrygians. And Cadmus, the inventor of letters among the Greeks, as Euphorus says, was a Phoenician; whence also Herodotus writes that they were called Phoenician letters. And they say that the Phoenicians and the Syrians first invented letters; and that Apis, an aboriginal inhabitant of Egypt, invented the healing art before Io came into Egypt. But afterwards they say that Asclepius improved the art. Atlas the Libyan was the first who built a ship and navigated the sea. Kelmis and Damnaneus, Idaean Dactyli, first discovered iron in Cyprus. Another Idaean discovered the tempering of brass; according to Hesiod, a Scythian. The Thracians first invented what is called a scimitar (arph), -- it is a curved sword, -- and were the first to use shields on horseback. Similarly also the Illyrians invented the shield (pelth). Besides, they say that the Tuscans invented the art of moulding clay; and that Itanus (he was a Samnite) first fashioned the oblong shield (qureos). Cadmus the Phoenician invented stonecutting, and discovered the gold mines on the Pangaean mountain. Further, another nation, the Cappadocians, first invented the instrument called the nabla, and the Assyrians in the same way the dichord. The Carthaginians were the first that constructed a triterme; and it was built by Bosporus, an aboriginal. Medea, the daughter of Æetas, a Colchian, first invented the dyeing of hair. Besides, the Noropes (they are a Paeonian race, and are now called the Norici) worked copper, and were the first that purified iron. Amycus the king of the Bebryci was the first inventor of boxing-gloves. In music, Olympus the Mysian practised the Lydian harmony; and the people called Troglodytes invented the sambuca, a musical instrument. It is said that the crooked pipe was invented by Satyrus the Phrygian; likewise also diatonic harmony by Hyagnis, a Phrygian too; and notes by Olympus, a Phrygian; as also the Phrygian harmony, and the half-Phrygian and the half-Lydian, by Marsyas, who belonged to the same region as those mentioned above. And the Doric was invented by Thamyris the Thracian. We have heard that the Persians were the first who fashioned the chariot, and bed, and footstool; and the Sidonians the first to construct a trireme. The Sicilians, close to Italy, were the first inventors of the phorminx, which is not much inferior to the lyre. And they invented castanets. In the time of Semiramis queen of the Assyrians, they relate that linen garments were invented. And Hellanicus says that Atossa queen of the Persians was the first who composed a letter. These things are reported by Seame of Mitylene, Theophrastus of Ephesus, Cydippus of Mantinea also Antiphanes, Aristodemus, and Aristotle and besides these, Philostephanus, and also Strato the Peripatetic, in his books Concerning Inventions. I have added a few details from them, in order to confirm the inventive and practically useful genius of the barbarians, by whom the Greeks profited in their studies. And if any one objects to the barbarous language, Anacharsis says, "All the Greeks speak Scythian to me."

Clement of Alexandria

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-->So -- after having some of their Winterfest spirit literally go up in smoke, it's no wonder that the trio wanted to go chill out -- somewhat literally. Victor retreated into his greenhouse to do the daily harvest, while Smiler made sure the chickens were well-fed and Alice did a little snow-shoveling to build up the old muscles. I'd just had them drop and make a couple of snow angels to try and recapture the fun they'd been having before the tree fire --

-->When who should I spot inside but one Clement Frost, adding presents to the present pile! I sent Smiler to go say hi to him and tell him about their weirdass day (though they ended up having to chase him to the foot of the front porch stairs, as for some reason he decided to hang out there molding some clay) while Alice joined Victor in the greenhouse, chatting with a gnome while Victor finished off his harvest. And then getting a lovely mistletoe kiss from him, as we can't do one couple and not the other! :) No matter what else happened today, at least everyone in the trio got their seasonally-appropriate smooches!

-->And then it was time to start asking Clement Frost for gifts! ...a process that took far longer than it should have, because the FIRST time Alice and Victor asked for their gifts, while the tradition completed, the interaction did not. I'm not ENTIRELY sure what broke it, but I think it had something to do with Alice and Victor standing at the TOP of the stairs to the porch when they asked, with Clement standing at the BOTTOM of the stairs and refusing to move at all. All I know is that Smiler, standing next to them, got theirs right away, while it took me trying to get everyone to go to the present pile to prompt Alice and Victor to receive theirs -- which only happened when Clement actually got up on the porch. *shakehead* This game, sometimes...but everyone DID get a gift from Clement in the end! And what did they receive?

...Smiler got ANOTHER big-ass karaoke machine; Alice got the giant microscope; and Victor got a fancy fridge that was not as good as the one they currently own. *facepalm* Clement, Smiler only needs ONE karaoke machine, Alice has no room for a giant microscope, and we already have all the fridges we could ever need, both at the store and the house. I guess we can safely say that Clement does NOT check HIS list twice! At least, not when it comes to figuring out what people already have or not.

-->Okay, well, that didn't go great -- surely the trio would get better presents from the present pile? I had them all gather around said pile (which took a couple of tries, as poor Victor was exhausted and Alice kept trying to wander off to play with clay) and open some presents. Smiler got a bowl of fruit (another thing we already have in the kitchen); Alice received some alcineat (either a new metal or mineral, I'm not sure -- at least it's not something she had before!); and Victor --

Uh. No clue. He had a disappointed face after opening the present, and no pop-up ever came up for him that I could see. As far as I could tell, the poor guy got an empty box. :( This Winterfest had gone pretty much completely from "awesome" to "awful."

-->However, I was determined to go out on SOMETHING of a high note, so Smiler and Victor got some heartfelt smooches and Alice and Victor some loving cuddles before the holiday was through. Because I WAS going to get my Valicer cuteness, damn it. Victor and Alice then slumped off to bed as Clement Frost took his leave, and I left it with Smiler transferring the Sim Scuffle LP they'd recorded earlier off the drone and into their media production station so it could be edited. Because when in doubt, work on SimsTube. :p

And that's it! Join me next time when, despite MULTIPLE blizzards and other sundry problems, WE FINALLY OPEN THE FUCKING GROCERY STORE. See you then!

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #yeah this Winterfest started with a bang and ended with a whimper #after the tree caught on fire I just couldn't capture the same magic #especially with all those glitchy attempts to get presents!#ah well I tried my best #and it's not like we can't just sell the stuff Clement gave the trio #it just annoys me that Smiler ALWAYS gets a karaoke machine from him now #like yes well done you remember that they like karaoke #how about some variety in the gift giving now?#and what the hell prompted him to give Alice a MICROSCOPE??#I thought she'd gotten a print at first when I saw the name of the present #but nope it was a full-ass microscope #like it makes nice prints but I have no room for it!#now if Clement had given them an OBSERVATORY #that I could have worked with I think #but yes the weather gets worse next episode #but we DO finally open the store #aren't you proud of me :P #queued

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