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I've always held the belief that Khajiit honor was built around different qualities. Where the Nords favor heroes of strength, wisdom, and bravery to the degree of foolhardiness, Khajiit's greatest figures were cleverer, more agile, and sly. Khajiit don't lack honor, their honor system just stems from different qualities of the individual.
This is why they seem to revere thieves to a great extent. In Nord culture every young adventurer says they're going to be a hero just like 'blablabla of old'. Among Khajiit it's similar, as their youth desire to be the most clever and successful.
I'm not so sure about them adapting to another system of honor, but I'm sure they understand it. And being clever as they are, they'd understand how to attain rank and status within it.
Nords would probably hate khajiit because they don’t share the notion of honor, but at the same time it’s canon that they do admire the figure of the Nord hero in wulfharth - and their story does include the ones without honor being punished. I think khajiit are very communitary, and if the notion of honor is often overlooked, it’s because they’d put “flee for your life it’s important” over “defend your name”. The only loopholes being : leaving someone of your community/someone of trust (in wulfharth’s story, the khajiit that sided with his enemy and left dro'zira alone to support him where shunned); second loophole being defending your homeland and keeping elsweyri culture going strong. I think that second point could be applicated with the khajiit presence in Skyrim : khajiit are very clever and immigrating as individuals living in Nordic society would be accepted and easy (like j'zargo), but they still keep on their nomadic caravan lifestyle at the risk of being kicked out
This is it this is my favorite video in the whole wide world
A WEAPON TO SURPASS METAL GEAR
The most influential people succeeded because they were willing to suffer the small injustices to focus on their goals.
can we please let historical women be historical?
NOTE: I AM REFERRING HERE TO AESTHETICS, NOT MORAL/SOCIAL ATTITUDES. RACISM IS GROSS AND ENOUGH PEOPLE IN ~YE OLDEN TIMES~ WEREN’T RACIST THAT IT’S NO EXCUSE
papers are praising Emma Watson to the highest heaven for refusing to wear stays and a hoop skirt in Beauty and the Beast and honestly, I’m kind of sick of it
yes, it’s a fairytale, but Belle is living in 18th-century France. she probably would have worn stays because they’re a basic foundation garment that provides breast and back support and pretty much every woman wore them. probably hers would have been laced more loosely because she’s not upper-class. and yeah, she would have worn some kind of hoops or panniers under her fancy ball gown. which would have been significantly fancier than the new adaptation is making it and needed the support and can you tell how hard I am side-eyeing the designers
in a fairytale it doesn’t matter so much. I’ll concede that the movie’s not actually set in real-life 18th-century France, so they can do what they want. but it’s a trend I see a lot in historical fiction, too. Miss Whatsherface is a Liberated Strong Female Character and doesn’t wear a corset! how shocking! how perfectly tailored to appeal to our modern sensibilities!
here’s a truth-bomb: women wore corsets. most women didn’t lace them at all tightly and some took them off upon returning home for the evening like we take off our bras today. nevertheless, they did wear them, in almost every echelon of society. factory girls, servants, farmers, sex workers, artists, aristocrats, the earliest female politicians and doctors- almost all women. the only time I’ve seen “liberated woman doesn’t wear corsets” done well was with a character in the Artistic Reform dress movement started by pre-Raphaelite artists in the late 1800s. and then the author actually did research to reflect that Artistic Reform was more than just not wearing corsets
most women also wore skirts most or all of the time (with notable exceptions like Amelia Bloomer, Anne Lister, and other singluar ladies who defended their right to pants). many also wore hoop-skirts, panniers, or crinolines. and guess what? they were still badass.
Ada Lovelace made her groundbreaking mathematical discoveries in the dorky balloon sleeves and puffy skirts of the 1830s
Madame C.J. Walker became the first black female millionaire in the US and ran her beauty empire in bustle skirts and corsets
Mary Shelley invented science fiction in stays and an Empire-waisted dress. Charity Bryant and Sylvia Drake got commonlaw married and wrote reams of poetry in the same
Dr. Shih Meiyu got her medical degree from the University of Michigan in a corset, as did Dr. Kang Cheng at the same time
these women were products of their time aesthetically and we shouldn’t have to divorce them from that or denigrate it to appreciate their accomplishments. the same holds true for historical fiction. if your female character can’t be just as strong dressed in the typical clothing of the era, you need to go back to the drawing board
Jesus fuck, okay. Splitlip and oddly humanoid dark elf, here's the skivvy. Neon, I get you. You, like me, are blown way out of the water by TES lore. It's huge, it's beautiful, like some heartstopping soda you'd pick up at a gas station, you know it's gonna keep you busy for a long time. You want to tackle it head on, "what are gods really, what's with Ahnurr and Fadomai, what the hell is a Lyg?" All good questions, so when you see Bo posting about whether or not a dwemer agrees with it's plumbing you get more steamed than a centurion's faceplate as to why they're not asking "real questions." Here's the takeaway.
You can't police people's theories.
I'm not sure I buy a lick of their lollipop but the Kag-theorist isn't just pulling this out of the Wild blue yonder. It's a theory tied together with duct string and shoe tape but so are half the theories floating around out there. It's not our place to dictate what questions get asked by other people. Different interests, so on and so forth.
This is getting boring now. When y'all have proof instead of blind and factless speculation I’ll hear you out. Not giving up. I just think you’re all disingenuous and not worth my time unless you have proof to back it up. I also believe that many of your main points have been false insults that do not further prove your point. Yes, headcanon can make it more interesting, sure. But from the headcanon that started this Tumblr quagmire, it simply isn’t plot relevant. If you wish to continue this, I’d be more than happy to receive messages and will reply promptly in order to keep things organized.
I made you a cookie...
Requiem for a Love
Twas years ago your soul flew free As I lay you beneath our tree What gods may be Will answer me When we at last, each other, see
Opposition to Youth
In words of a sage There comes every age When elders refuse any truth They'd rather deny And sit on their lie Declaring a war on the youth.
Ballad of Reclamation
Waken the guardians, rally their wards. Gather their banners, their hammers and swords. Call to the speaker, Travelers voice. Call to the people and bid them rejoice. Run to all corners to find those in hiding. Run to the vanguards bearing our tiding. Our words are rallies, though through no feat. We sing not of victory, nor of retreat. Foes do not cower, nor do they flee. Their force still grows far as our eyes can see. They are not weakened, arms not diminished. But for this strength, we still are not finished. For we are standing, strong as before. Greatest our prowess, since the Dark war. Foes may not cower, foes may not flee. But we are guardians, neither do we.
Ballad of the Fall
Long ago, in the times of old. Before the blight and the age of gold. A bright silver star did fall from on high. And brought warmth and light to the dark and the cold. This star was mighty, its power so grand. It taught mankind to leave their cold land. And visit the nine old gods in the sky. And so the nine gods became marked by man’s brand. Men became proud in their golden age. For they could not see that their star was a sage. Foretelling their fall, though not by its hand. Mankind would find itself in a cage. And so came the blight, which began the great battle. Where so much of man would be slaughtered like cattle. The achievements of man became naught but dull sand. And mankind did sound what would seem its death rattle. Mankind was dying but still would not yield. And so our grand star became our brave shield. Our first brave Guardian paid with its life. And gave us a power only we could wield. With our new powers humanity grew. With weapons of old, and kinsmen true. We will bring about the end of this strife. And revive the destiny of mankind anew.
Ballad of Night
Arise my brothers, our night is not done. We stand at the gates fighting dozens with one. At dawn we'll sing songs of this glorious fight. Guardians alone will outlast this night. The foes fear our hammer, our bullet and blaze. Bear your dark helmets, no fear in our gaze. The glory of dawn tis a beautiful sight. One we'll only see if we outlast this night. Their horde is vast, this army of dark. But we are blessed with the Travelers mark. We will not give up will not yield to this blight. It cannot be long, we must outlast this night. Their blades are brutal, their hatred unyielding. So eager to burn what we all would die shielding. Don't may bring blood but that future's still bright. To me my brothers we'll outlast this night.
Scarlet Briar
Kneel demands the dragon witch, Eyes burning like coal. Her long rifle doth seek the heart, Her eyes doth seek the soul. No, sayeth the heroes bold, We will not act for naught. Our hearts are ours as are our souls, 'Twas your black heart we sought.
Mass Effect's Fallen
Does this unit have a soul? I knew you could do it all along. Thank Amonkira, lord of hunters. Someone else might have gotten it wrong.
Caesar
Light and wonder, knowledge sought. To glory and adventure drawn. What's earned is better than what's bought. Say the children of the Dawn. Righteous passion, warriors heart. Mind and form as molded clay. Greatest master, boldest art. Say the children of the Day. Calm and quiet, gentle mind. Wisdom, far from thoughtless husk. Every word, with knowledge signed. Say the children of the Dusk. Silent cunning, rarely seen. Darkened frown, mind of light. Actions, thoughts, precise and clean. Say the children of the Night
Wild and Winter King
Out the north comes flying fast Master, guide and mentor None need bow or cry aloud In service, King of Winter. Voices pure, without waver Tales and ballads sing Loudest voices wail against Wild and Winter King. Stalwart stand the men of kings Faces stony, mild Eyes toward not foes nor flight But King of Winters Wild Ever shall naysayer's cry "Kings are cowards" ring Insults fall upon wise ears "Not I" speaks Winter King