I love my cute pharmacist girls with shoulder-length red hair (sometimes in tiny adorable ponytails) who wear unique clothes and make healing medicines for allies and use sleeping potions/paralysis herbs to throw at the people who try to harm/kidnap them.
Well, until recently, Singapore and I were getting along fairly well.
Singaporean business people are very interested in investing in my country. There are several restaurants in Pyongyang run by Singaporeans. People in my country also have a taste for Singaporean beer and snack food.
I suppose things had been going downhill for a while. Singapore was starting to get concerned about the whole nuclear thing, but until a few weeks ago, he kept telling America he thought talking to me was more important, and that there was really more America and China could do “about” me than he could.
But as usual, America ruined everything and convinced him to stop trading with me, after he found out a Singaporean shipping company had…helped me.
Actually, America is quite good at making sure I don’t have anyone that could come close to being called a friend. His pressure is also the reason the Philippines stopped trading with me, and although she’s not saying it, I suspect he’s also the reason Malaysia isn’t importing from me anymore. The three of them were some of my biggest trade partners.
As for some of my other neighbors, I do a lot of trade with Hong Kong, but it’s strictly business. We don’t get along on a personal level at all. He’s obnoxiously capitalist. Cambodia and I are on fairly good terms. Laos is alright, I suppose. We get along, but we’re not close at all. I tried to friends with Myanmar once, at it lasted a while before getting strained. I used to be good friends with Vietnam, but our friendship turned cold when I sided with Cambodia when the two of them were fighting. She’s still upset about it, but pretends not to be. Still, she makes a point to hang out with Thailand instead of me. Thailand will pretend to be my friend in private, but as soon as someone else enters the picture, he acts like I don’t exist.
Ah, it’s true… My old leader fell in love with the flower that would become kimilsungia on a trip to Indonesia, so it has become a sign of our friendship. Indonesia is one of the few people who is openly nice to me, because she disagrees with America trying to isolate me. Still, I hesitate to call her a friend, because according to America, I’m not allowed to have those.
“Stop me?” From what? Am I just some sort of super villain to you people?
I want to think China is one of the few people who finds something positive in me, but he’s an asshole half the time anyway, so if he did become friends with America, good riddance, I suppose.
7.“Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”
Ooooops this was from like a week ago but I didn’t get to it until now. Sorry! I suck. Here’s some more Ioren x Cullen slice of life stuff.
The flames of the candles lending light to Cullen’s reading flickered as the unseen door into the room swung open, the off-set of air rushing in to stoke the flames. He looked up as he heard it shut once more, and watched as the Inquisitor herself made her way up the stairs. Each light, jovial step was marked with another of her many layers of jackets, scarves, and gloves (much more than he would have personally deemed necessary, but he was used to cold winters, unlike his beloved) being removed to be later tossed on the couch. As she reached the last step, she looked over and saw him at her desk, a wide, goofy grin spreading across her face.
“Cullen! To what do I owe such a lovely surprise?” she asked, making her way over to the desk and leaning forward against it.
He tsk’d at her, closing his book. “You did ask me to move my things here
– two months ago, I might add.” This was far from the first night he’d spent here since.
“Oh! Right. I did, didn’t I?” she teased. “One of my better decisions, I’ll admit. You make a wonderful addition to any abode. You’re much nicer to look at than the awful rug Josie put in here.” Reaching for one of the hands he’d been resting against the desk, she took it in her own hands, cold in spite of the two layers of gloves she had been wearing.
“Oh? Is that why you keep me around?”
“There are some other reasons. Would you like a reminder?” Her voice dipped down into tantalizing registers, and when she’d finished her purring, she grazed her lower lip with her teeth.
“How could I say ‘no’ to that?” he replied with a low chuckle, covering their joined hands with another one of his and eyeing her mouth with interest. When his gaze drifted back up towards her eyes, they followed along the lines of her vallaslin and up to—
“Wait, is that blood?” There was a small, dark smear of liquid above her eyebrow.
“Uhhhhh… no?” she replied, almost hopefully.
“Ioren, my dear, that isn’t a question that you answer with another question.”
She sighed, pulling back from his hands and making her way over to the water basin on her dresser. “Sorry, I thought I’d gotten it all.”
“I—what—how did you even manage get blood on your face?”
“It’s a long story,” she said with a shrug, using a wet cloth to clean the remaining traces of blood from her face. “I won’t bore you with the details.”
A grunt of disapproval escaped his throat. “I am the Commander of the Inquisition’s armies and in charge of the defense of Skyhold. If there’s been any sort of altercation within the walls, I should be—”
“Cullen,” she interrupted, and turned to him with a look of Creators please make him stop. “It was nothing to get so worked up about! Just a, uh… incident. I handled it. I’m very capable of handling things, you know. In fact, I would say it’s one of my main job descriptors. ‘Inquisitor: Herald of Andraste, Slayer of Dragons, Handler of Things.’”
Cullen glowered at her for an agonizing moment before saying, “Did Sera try to teach you how to shoot a bow again?”
With a defeated sigh, Ioren replied, “Sera tried to teach me how to shoot a bow again.”
actually today talking to another gay person realized i dont know shit!! and thats nice. not to mislead you all but im a baby and have met like. maybe 6 gay people ever and im gonna change that when i go to college and im gonna grow and learn about myself and thats an exciting prospect!
I started researching Zandalar for a lore post (because the fans have spoken!) and holy hell there is waaaaay more lore than I expected. I’ve got stuff from Blizzcon, Lands of Mystery, and Chronicle II (and lemme tell ya between all three of those sources it’s a lot) but have yet to look at all of the vanilla Zandalari Tribe quests yet.
Realistically? You see the Zandalar post in a month. Optimistically? I go home over Thanksgiving, get no homework done, and instead work on art and lore posts.
Hey @otterandterrier, thank you so much for asking me stuff!! I’m sorry it took me so long to respond. I’ve been feeling really crappy since last night and I kept putting this off until I felt good enough to think really hard and deeply about it (bc me), but since I’m still not feeling better, I figure I’ll just give it a B effort and answer it anyway.
Dagobah: Favorite quote?
Princess Leia: Favorite heroic moment?
Tbh, both of those questions could easily be given the same answer:
That part in RotJ when Luke throws away his lightsaber, knowing that doing so means he’s likely going to die, but choosing to do so anyway out of love for his father. He’s risking everything on love, and the hope that there’s a spark of love left in his father, too. He’s choosing to hope, choosing to believe, choosing to do everything he can to bring Anakin Skywalker back from the darkness, even if he dies in the process, because he knows it’s the right thing to do, and because he loves him. And it’s here, finally, that he knows true peace and purpose. He becomes the true Jedi, what the Jedi should have been all along, not by abandoning love and relationship, but by embracing it.
“I am a Jedi, like my father before me.”
He reclaims his father somehow with these words, even while his father is still Vader. Luke’s hope, his belief in his father, and the love inherent in his statement and willingness to sacrifice is all a part of what eventually pulls Anakin Skywalker back to the light. And what’s more, here Luke has faced/is facing the same temptation his father did — the fear of losing those he loves, of them coming to harm, of them dying — and is able to make the decision his father should have, but didn’t. And somehow, in doing so, he brings his father along with him, giving him another chance, ushering him towards redemption.
THIS SCENE, GUYS. It gets me EVERY SINGLE time. So, so powerful.
Runner Up (or at least, one out of many other likewise good ones I could have chosen): Leia trying to rescue the entire Alderaanian diaspora in the Princess Leia comic — honestly, everything she does in that comic is frikkin heroic, and done while she’s suffering so much — and her speech at the end to the gathered Alderaanians as they’re about to be attacked:
“…We will not surrender. We will defend ourselves. But we won’t land one more blow than necessary. We are not our enemy. We are Alderaan. We answer rage with wisdom. We answer fear with imagination. We answer war with hope. If one life with a single drop of Alderaanian blood survives, Alderaan survives. If one life with a passion for Alderaanian creativity survives — Alderaan survives. We are, each of us, important. And whatever happens, I bow to all of you and to our future.”