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anonymous asked:

What are the basic principles of Maoism

not to be the annoying left unity guy but tbh as much as i used to love some Correct Tendency discourse, i’ve grown pretty disillusioned with it just because (a) it feels a little bit useless to our actual actions besides maybe how we as leftists choose to organize and (b) it can rly stratify and alienate each other when we need the opposite. so how i’m going to answer this is more so what lessons can we as communists learn from mlm:

the revolutionary character of the peasantry

we’ve seen from history that revolutions happen not where capitalism’s most advanced but in the “weakest links” (lenin) or “storm centres” (mao) of imperialism, and with that the realization that those semi-feudal countries haven’t been nearly as proletarianized as the centers have and that the vast majority of people are peasants, which begs the question, can the peasants carry out a socialist revolution or only the proletariat? most marxists up to that point had answered no, but having learned from china’s very rich history of peasant uprisings, mao said they were wrong.

the effectiveness of a type of guerrilla warfare

guerrilla warfare’s proven itself an effective way of overthrowing the state, but mao’s theory of protracted people’s war adds two conditions: (1) the support of the masses must be behind the people’s army, otherwise you are just being an adventurist and you’ll end up dead in the jungle (sorry che) and (2) dual power systems should be built while waging protracted people’s war in order to gain the masses’ support and be ready when the capitalist state eventually collapses.

mass line and what our role is as communists

one of the left criticisms of leninism is that the vanguard fails to carry out the purpose of the party, commanding the masses rather than the masses commanding them, so maoism tries to adapt by clarifying the role of communists. mao explained that “every communist working in the mass movements should be a friend of the masses and not a boss over them, an indefatigable teacher and not a bureaucratic politician” (”the role of the chinese communist party in the national war”). our goal is to “be pupils of the masses as well as their teachers”, ergo the mass line: “we should go to the masses and learn from them, synthesize their experience into better articulated principles and methods, then do propaganda among the masses, and call upon them to put these principles and methods into practice so as to solve their problems and help them achieve liberation and happiness” (”get organized!”). the goal of the mass line is to combine the strength of the leninist vanguard by organizing as a party with the democracy of the various leftcom forms of organization by serving the people rather than commanding them. best of both worlds thing.

the continuation and types of class struggle

mao recognized that after a socialist revolution, class struggle continues, potentially even more intense than under capitalism, and that we must continue to be diligent in fighting all bourgeois ideology or else get xiaopinged and capitalism will take hold. he also recognized that it is not enough to simply revolutionize the base (forces and relations of production), but you must also revolutionize the superstructure (culture, power structures, etc), ergo the cultural revolution.

i hope that was helpful but feel free to ask more!



      ↳ “Viimne reliikvia” 1969 (The Last Relic)

The Last Relic is based on Eduard Bornhöhe’s novel “Prince Gabriel or Last Days of Pirita Monastery”. The story revolves around  Agnes von Mönnikhusen, who is set to marry Hans von Risbieter, the best horseback rider in all of Livonia. They are allowed to marry if Hans gives relics of a holy Brigitte to the church. The wedding ceremony is interrupted by a rebels’ attack and Agnes is saved by an adventurer Gabriel. While being chased by the church,  Ivo Schenkenberg’s rebels and the bride’s family, they fall in love. Still trying to get the relics, the monastery now has to play a double game, while dealing with peasant uprising. 

“Viimne reliikvia” has had a big influence on our culture. Tons of parodies have been made of the movie and even songs. For example, a news show parodied it to let viewers know about their new airing time. It is one of the most quoted movies of all time. Songs from the movie, “Pistoda laul”, “Mässajate laul”, “Põgene, vaba laps”, have become iconic. 

It became the first digitally remastered movie in Estonia in 2000. At least 770 000 people went to see it when it was released in 1970 in Estonia, over 44 million all over the Soviet Union. It has been released in over 80 countries ever since. 

The main characters Gabriel (Aleksandr Goloborodko) and Agnes (Ingrīda Andriņa) were not played by Estonian actors, but instead by a Ukrainian and Latvian. The cast also included other foreigners (Elza Radziņa, Rolan Bykov,  Uldis Vazdiks). Now known and loved Estonian actors in the movie were Raivo Trass (as Hans von Risbieter), Eve Kivi (as Ursula), Peeter Jakobi (as Ivo Schenkenberg), Karl Kalkun (as peasants’ leader) and Kalju Komissarov (as Monk 2).

Anastasia!Klance AU: Prologue

Russia. 1916. The poor struggled to get by while the rich attended grand parties at elegant palaces. At the center of the aristocracy were the Kogane family. The emperor and empress were known for their lavish events, just like the one held on a particularly snowy night.

Men and women came dressed to the nines, dancing as if they didn’t have a care in the world in the large palace ballroom. Windows lined the walls, revealing the bitter, snowy night outside, but even that wasn’t enough to penetrate the warm, golden feeling of the room. Couples swirled across the dance floor as if in a dream, under the large ornate portraits on the wall, and the grand chandelier hanging above.

While the parties were to die for, the true jewel of the Kogane family was the young prince, Kityl. At only 8 years old, he was already being groomed to rule Russia and the public adored him. From his black mess of hair, his wide purple eyes, and his fiery nature it wasn’t hard to find the child endearing.

On this particular night, Kityl was excited, yet disappointed. His favorite cousin had been in town and would be attending the party, but it was also his last night in Russia. He would soon be off to Paris, leaving Kityl behind.

Shurik, more commonly known as Shiro, was the first cousin of Kityl, four years older and second in line for the throne. The boys had grown up together and they were closer than brothers. Shiro was the more reserved of the two, but that didn’t stop him from getting into trouble with Kityl. 

Shiro arrived late to the dance, opting to take his place at his throne rather than out on the dance floor. Kityl had been dancing with his parents, but he abandoned the activity as soon as he saw Shiro. 

“Shiro!” he called excitedly as he ran up to the older boy. “You’re here!”

The excited exchange between the two was being watched from the wings. One of the servant boys had snuck out of the kitchen, a stolen apple gripped tightly in his hand. He watched the two curiously, fascinated by the behavior of those on the other side of the social scene. The boy’s name was Lance and he had been working in the palace for as long as he could remember.

“Do you really have to go back to Paris?” Kityl whined, hanging on to Shiro’s arm. “I’m gonna miss you if you leave.”

Shiro smiled and ruffled the prince’s hair. “I’m gonna miss you too. So… That’s why I had this made. To make the separation easier.” With that, he pulled a small box out of his jacket pocket. It was beautiful; made out of a brilliant gold with jade and red ornamentation decorating the sides and top of it. A small, round indentation was on the front.

Kityl raised an eyebrow. “You got me a jewelry box?”

Lance was munching his apple, awestruck at the exchange. All of sudden, he heard an angry voice behind him shout, “Lance?”

His eyes widened as he whipped around to see the head butler glaring at him angrily. “You’re meant to be in the kitchen!” he shouted. He picked Lance up under his arms and began dragging him back to the dull parts of the palace. Lance fixed his wide eyes at the lavish life of the dancers trying to absorb as much of it as he could before he was pulled back into the kitchen and out of sight. The last thing he saw was the small figure of Prince Kityl holding his new gift.

“It’s not a jewelry box,” Shiro laughed. “Here try this.” He pulled a ring out of his pocket next and inserted it into the box’s indentation. He twisted it three times and suddenly, the lid of the box opened, revealing two dancing figures. A light melody began to play.

Kityl gasped. “It’s a music box! And it plays the lullaby our parents used to sing to us before bed every night.”

Shiro smiled at Kityl. He nodded, “To sing you to sleep when I’m not here.” Then he began to sing softly. Kityl joined him.

On the wind

Across the sea

Hear this song and remember

Soon you’ll be home with me

Once upon a December

The melody ended and the music box closed softly. Shiro handed Kityl the ring and he inspected it closely. There were words engraved on the ring!

“To-get-ther… In… Paris,” Kityl read the words slowly, the message taking a few moments to set in. However, once he understood, he gasped.

“Shiro? Do you mean it? I get to go to Paris with you?!”

The older boy smiled wide in response, and hugged his younger cousin tightly.

However, the tender moment didn’t last long.

The lights in the ballroom went out and a silence quickly fell over the room. A dark figure was parting the crowd as it crossed the dance floor. It was moving at a slow, but steady pace, heading straight for the royal family.

The dark figure was a man named Zarkon. He had been a holy man, but had soon become twisted, power mad, and dangerous. His only wish was to see the Kogane family fall. Consumed by his anger, he had sold his soul for the power to destroy the Imperial family. The power was stored inside a magic reliquary, the source of all Zarkon’s powers

Emperor Kogane, Kityl’s father, stepped forward and demanded to know why Zarkon had disrupted the party.

Zarkon pushed back his hood and fixed an icy stare at the Czar. “I didn’t know I wasn’t invited,” he said cooly, but the rage was unmistakable in his voice.

“Get out!” the Emperor spit. Zarkon grinned wickedly. “Not before I make my announcement.”

“I am here…” he raised his voice, so that everyone in the ballroom could hear him. “To place a curse on the Kogane family. I swear by the power vested in me that you and your family will die within the fortnight! I will not rest until the Kogane line is no more!”

With that he drew his glowing, dark purple reliquary out of his cloak. He raised  and aimed it at the ceiling where he shot down the chandelier, plunging the room into further darkness and chaos.


After Zarkon’s declaration, the sparks of revolt in Russia burst into a hot, fiery flame. Peasant uprisings emerged all over the country and one particularly rebellious group decided to lay siege to the palace. The front gates burst open as hundreds of angry men poured into the grounds, breaking windows, starting fires, and even bringing down the regal statue of Emperor Kogane.

Inside the palace, the chaos was even worse. Royal dukes and lowly servants mixed together in a panic as everyone tried to find a way out of the crumbling palace. Shiro had Kityl by the arm and was trying to find the best escape route. The prince clung to his older cousin, scared and confused at the turmoil around him. Outside, the snow glowed orange, reflecting the fires that burned outside.

All of a sudden, Kityl remembered that he had left his music box in his room. “My music box!” he gasped at Shiro, ripping his arm out of the other boy’s grip and taking off back into the depths of the palace.

“Kityl, no!” Shiro called after him, already pushing through people to get back to his cousin. “Come back, Kityl! It’s not safe!”

Kityl burst into his room, eyes searching frantically for the little gold box. He gave a noise of triumph as he located it on his bedside table, dived for it, and held it close to his chest. His head rose as Shiro entered the room behind him, shutting the door.

“Kityl,” Shiro panted. “We need to leave. Now.” Kityl quickly went back to his cousin’s side. Shiro went to open the door when he suddenly heard gunshots on the other side of it. He and Kityl were trapped!


Once the attack had started, Lance had crept out through the servant’s quarters. The passageways led through the walls to the outside. He was getting close to the exit when he heard voices on the other side of the wall. This was the passage that led to the Prince’s room!

He opened the door carefully, in case it was the enemy, but his eyes widened when he recognized the Prince and his cousin. The two were desperately trying to slide things in front of the door to prevent anyone from coming in, but Lance knew that wouldn’t be very effective.

“Quick! This way!” he shouted at the two boys. “You can get out through the servant’s quarters!” The prince’s heads shot up at the unknown voice, but relaxed when they saw the small, tan and freckled face of the servant boy. 

The taller one ushered the smaller boy toward the hole that had opened up in the wall. Suddenly, someone began banging on the door, trying to gain entry. “Quickly, quickly!” Lance shouted again. 

As Kityl was being pushed through the door, his music box fell out of his hands. He tried to turn around and grab it, but the small servant boy with the bright blue eyes pushed him back. “Go!” His voice was desperate. Kityl allowed himself to be pushed back into the hidden passageway. The servant boy’s face was the last thing Kityl saw before the door swung shut.

Just as Lance sealed the door, the barricade broke and large men with guns barreled into the room. Lance managed to hit one with a flowerpot before someone slammed the butt of his gun into Lance’s skull, knocking him unconscious.

Lance fell to the floor as the rioters tore apart the Prince’s room, his hand resting on top of the little gold music box.


While Lance had been helping Prince Kityl and Prince Shiro escape, Varkon, Zarkon’s trusted assistant, had witnessed the whole ordeal through the window. He quickly informed his master that the two had escaped, but Zarkon was not so easily deterred.

Zarkon managed to intercept the two boys as they tried to escape over a frozen river. He knocked both boys over and managed to get a firm grip on Kityl’s ankle. His reliquary skidded away across the ice, and Varkon ran to retrieve it. “This is the end of the Kogane line!” Zarkon growled as he pulled the poor prince closer.

All of a sudden, the ice underneath Zarkon broke and his lower half plunged into icy water. His surprise gave Kityl a chance to rip his leg free, and he and Shiro took off to freedom.

Zarkon tried to claw his way out of the hole, but he couldn’t get a good enough grip on the ice. The freezing water was sucking him down and there was nothing he could do. “Varkon!” he tried to call to his assistant, but Varkon was too busy searching for the reliquary. Zarkon gave out one last shout before the icy water closed over his head and he sunk into the dark depths of the river.

Varkon finally managed to grab the reliquary. He held it up in triumph, and happily turned back to his master. His face fell as he saw no one there. Just an empty, plain of ice. “Master?” Varkon asked. But there was no answer.


Kityl and Shiro managed to make it to the train station, where the last train was leaving for the night. People were everywhere, desperately shoving people out of their way as they tried to escape the madness that Russia had descended into.

The train was pulling out of the station and a few dozen people were running after it, Kityl and Shiro included. Shiro had a firm grip on Kityl’s arm as they pushed through the crowd; they finally managed to catch up to the train where Shiro was forced to let go of his cousin’s arm.

A few men pulled Shiro on board and he quickly turned back to retrieve Kityl. The boy was panting heavily as he tried to keep up. Shiro was leaning as far off the train as he could, his hand stretched as far as it could go, reaching for his cousin. “Come on, Kityl! Grab my hand.”

The young prince gave a final spurt of energy and managed to grab on to Shiro’s hand. Shiro and the other men made to pull Kityl on board, but at that moment, someone else desperate to get on the train bumped into him, causing him to lose his grip.

His hand slipped out of Shiro’s and he collapsed to the ground. “Kityl!” Shiro screamed, prepared to launch himself off the train to rescue his cousin, but the men held him back. Shiro wouldn’t stop struggling or screaming his cousin’s name until the train had long left the station.

And not one of the frantic people at the train station happened to notice the unconscious boy curled up on the ground, clutching a small golden ring in his fist. From that day on, no one saw the Prince Kityl of Russia again.

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The “Left” opportunist line of launching confrontational people’s strikes (welgang bayan), with the attendant putschist partisan actions of bus-burning, bombing of certain foreign capitalist and government establishments in order to incite urban insurrection, places the revolutionary mass movement in the city in a state of political isolation, if not a passive position. The urban mass movement loses its legal and defensive character, and is separated from the spontaneous masses. The deceit of excessive prospecting is certainly followed in quick succession by frustration and dejection.

The Right opportunist line of untimely peasant uprisings to upstage urban insurrection precipitated as reformism and putschism in the peasant movement. The peasant movement was drawn towards a principally legal and open form of struggle. Armed struggle was depreciated into a position that is secondary and only supportive of the principally legal mass movement. The victories of two decades of agrarian struggle will be rendered meaningless, and the landlords will be exalted.

As a result of “Left” and Right opportunism, grave disorientation and retreats developed in the conduct of our mass work in the countryside and cities. Many places were abandoned, and numerous mass organizations, organs of political power and Party units were dissolved. Old and more oppressive feudal and semi-feudal arrangements returned, along with criminality. The development of mass work in the cities lost vigor as a result of campaigns and mass actions which tended to wear down the people, in combination with putschist partisan actions a la agent provocateur meant to incite insurrection.

In order to regain strength, it is necessary to repudiate thoroughly the “Left” opportunist line of military adventurism and urban insurrectionism and the other Right opportunist error of capitulationism, parliamentarism and reformism.

—  Communist Party of the Philippines, Mass Work

anonymous asked:

I'm writing a book which involves a royal family from the middle ages. The king has four children (3 boys and a girl). I want the second youngest (who is a boy) to inherit the throne and triumph over his elder siblings, but I'm not sure if that's factually possible. Is there any way a younger sibling could inherit a crown?

Well, your first example as to whether or not that is factual, is the current Queen of England. Her father was the second son, but was crowned because his older brother Edward gave it up. Edward was in love with an American woman, but could not lawfully inherit the throne if he married a twice-divorced woman with no title (he proposed while she was still married to her second husband), so he seceded the throne to his younger brother in order to marry her. However, that was the 40s and not the middle ages. Rules also differ per country, so the answer to your question depends largely on whether or not your country is real or invented. Either way, research the culture your world is based on.

Other “historically accurate”* options include:

  • Primary Heir dies, is on their deathbed, or is missing. These scenarios may have been caused by murder, an accident, disease, shipwreck, or a distant battle. 
  • PH is deformed, sickly, mentally handicapped, or otherwise incompetent (research what counted as “deformed” and “handicapped” in the middle ages). 
  • PH has unpopular religious views (do NOT underestimate the influence of religion in a Medieval monarchy).
  • PH has unpopular political views or is controlled by an official with unpopular views.
  • The former sovereign or the high priest chose someone else. Depending on the laws of the land the sovereign’s choice may be called into question, and the priest can either say “God chooses the younger kid” or “I choose the younger kid” depending on how powerful the high priest is.
  • PH is exiled because they offended the previous sovereign who may not necessarily have been their parent, but could be an heirless uncle/aunt.
  • PH ran away to another country to avoid a scandal or death at the hand of those loyal to the secondary heir.
  • PH is forcefully removed or bullied from the throne because the younger son or the younger son’s allies are more aggressive.
  • A rival kingdom has control over or thinks they’ll receive favors if the secondary heir is crowned, so they support them either with military forces or use espionage to slander and/or blackmail the PH into seceding the throne.
  • The secondary heir is married into a powerful family (or rival kingdom) who wants the throne and will do anything to get it.
  • PH is crap at “kingly” things like horseback riding and swordfighting, so let’s go for the more skilled younger son (you can substitute skills that matter in your fictional country).
  • A trusted prophet says some misfortune will befall everyone if the PH gets the throne. Occult practices are involved and the PH mysteriously gets sick and dies.
  • There’s a peasant uprising that requires the PH be replaced just to temporarily appease the masses, who ignorantly believe the younger brother must be better than the previous heir.

*Depends who wrote the history, and whether or not I made a couple up by misremembering.

Buddhism and the First Korean Unification

Unified Silla, a period in Korean history, began when Silla conquered the neighboring Baekje and Goguryeo kingdoms. The new rulers justified their rule with the concept of protecting the country through Buddhism. Buddhist leaders argued that if the Silla dynasty governed with the teachings of Buddha in mind, their people would be safe from misery. The religion became the driving force behind Korean progress and (to a degree) united its people. (Shamanism was still practiced as well.) Unified Silla also led to a flowering of Buddhist art, commissioned by the government to further the ideology and reinforce their royal authority.

The peninsula of Korea remained under Silla control from 668 to 935. In the 900s, aristocratic conflict and peasant uprisings led to the overthrow of the Silla dynasty and its replacement by the Koryo Dynasty. But Buddhism was here to stay, and continued to be the most powerful religion on the peninsula through the Koryo Dynasty.

16th century painting features a cat with a jetpack

A researcher at the University of Pennsylvania was recently digitizing drawings prepared for a German prince who was trying to squash a peasant uprising in 1530, and came across, of all things, illustrations of jetpacks strapped to the back of our feline friends, with text accompanying: “set fire to a castle or city which you can’t get at otherwise.”

The treatise was written by artillery master Franz Helm of Cologne, who was said to have battled against the Turks in south-central Europe during a time when gunpowder was changing warfare. Apparently, he was a visionary.

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Today in history: Feb 1, 1932 - Salvadoran communist leader Farabundo Marti is assassinated along with fellow leaders Alfonso Luna Calderón and Mario Zapata as the government drowns a large peasant-based uprising in blood, killing over 30,000 people. In 1980 the resurgent revolutionary movement in El Salvador names itself the Farabundo Marti National Liberation Front (FMLN) in his honor.

Via Freedom Road Socialist Organization (Fight Back!)

Ekaterine Dadiani (1816-1882)

Art by asaucyginger (tumblr)

Born to a noble Georgian family, at age 22 Ekaterine married the Hereditary Prince of Mingrelia, David Dadiani.  This was a very advantage match for Ekaterine as the Dadiani family had ruled Mingrelia (today part of Georgia) for 300 years.  When David died in 1853, Ekaterine rose to power as regent for her six-year-old son Niko.

The Crimean War began in 1853 and within a year, Turkish forces occupied parts of Mingrelia.  Ekaterine took control of the Mingrelian forces and personally led the army to defeat the Turks.  After the war, Ekaterine was invited to St. Petersburg for the coronation of Tsar Alexander II.  After the coronation, Ekaterine and her children were invited to stay in St. Petersburg as members of the court.  While in Russia, Ekaterine managed a massively unpopular rebuilding project in Mingrelia.  In 1857, there was a peasant uprising in Mingrelia which forced Ekaterine to accept Russian help.

At this point in history, Mingrelia was the only independent Georgian principality.  Kartli, Kakheti, Imereti, Guria had already been subsumed into the Russian Empire.  Alexander II took the peasant uprising as an opportunity to add Mingrelia to his empire.  Backed into a corner, Ekaterine gave up control of Mingrelia, ending the principality’s independence.  

ASOIAF and "Realistic" Violence

So the question came up on asoiafuniversity that the levels of violence, especially directed against civilian populations, are unrealistic and historically inaccurate to the medieval period.

I find this rather odd. Violence directed against civilian populations was a standard part of medieval warfare called the chevauchée - the point was to reduce the productivity of your enemy’s territory so he couldn’t raise as many soldiers, to demonstrate to his vassals that your enemy couldn’t protect his people so switch your allegiance to this more powerful lord now before he kills you, and/or to force your enemy to come out of his castle and fight while he’s still got something left to fight for. 

George R.R Martin likely pulled straight from accounts of the Hundred Year’s War for examples: The Black Prince burnt his way across northern France twice in as many years, and the tactic worked because it pulled the French army out of their castles and onto the battlefields of Crecy and Poitiers where they got shot to pieces. Agincourt was a replay of the same phenomenon. 

The Catholic Church invented and propagated the idea of the Just War and the Peace of God to deal with a very real problem of knights making war on civilian populations and property (although they were specifically interested in Churchmen and church property).

And yes, this kind of thing could give rise to peasant uprisings - that’s one reason why western Europe got a whole bunch of them in the 14th century. And lo and behold, after a really nasty drawn-out War of Five Kings, we get the Sparrows taking over the Faith of the Seven, and the re-arming of the Poor Fellows and the Warrior’s Sons. Action, reaction.

When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then the gentleman? From the beginning all men by nature were created alike, and our bondage or servitude came in by the unjust oppression of naughty men. For if God would have had any bondmen from the beginning, he would have appointed who should be bond, and who free. And therefore I exhort you to consider that now the time is come, appointed to us by God, in which ye may, if ye will, cast off the yoke of bondage, and recover liberty.
—  John Ball, Peasants’ Revolt, England, 1381

anonymous asked:

Do you think Korra's going to overthrow the Earth Queen or at least intimidate her into ruling more fairly, like Avatar Kyoshi did with the Earth King in "Escape from the Spirit World"?

That’s what I’m hoping… well, the former rather than the latter.

I have a bit of an unusual take on Kyoshi, at least in contrast to the near-universal fanon view of her.  I don’t think she was particularly good at ending injustice or legitimately strong on foreign policy.  Instead, she was the product of a time where non-monarchical (or, at least, representative) government was almost unthinkable and she acted accordingly.

Kyoshi’s actions towards the Earth King regarding the peasant uprising were less than ideal, even ignoring what the Dai Li turned into.  The peasants felt the Earth King’s role was outdated and that he didn’t represent their interests… exactly what the people of the Earth Kingdom feel in Korra’s day.  Kyoshi bolstered an oppressive government that was failing and ensured its survival for over 400 years, but the sentiment that almost triggered its collapse never went away.  She chose stability over justice, believing she could force the Earth King to represent his people’s interests… and she might have succeeded during her own lifetime, but even she couldn’t live forever, and I can’t imagine the message she sent by slapping the Earth King on the risk but taking his side anyway wasn’t heard loud and clear by the other world leaders.I don’t think Kyoshi’s decision was that unusual for an Avatar, either.  We’ve got a bunch of examples of Avatars who are more interested in stopping people from fighting than getting at the issues underneath – Kyoshi’s the most obvious one, of course, but Roku was pretty bad too, and even Aang needed his friends’ (and especially Zuko’s) help to understand that the world couldn’t be put back the way it was.  Wan, of course, was the Ur-example, sticking the Spirit of Darkness in a tree and closing the spirit portals to keep him there.  I suspect we’re going to see more of this in the final part of The Rift, too, with Yangchen devising a stabilizing solution that ended up blowing up later on, and Aang either following in her footsteps or acting on someone else’s impetus.In other words, I think that Wan essentially codified stabilization-above-all as a core principle of the Avatar when he became the first Avatar, and it’s been backfiring ever since.  Korra’s first act as the first Avatar of the new age, in contrast, is one of destabilization.  Whatever Korra does to the Earth Queen, I don’t think there’s going to be much precedent for in the actions of past Avatars.

i’m reading a book about chaucer's the canterbury tales, and their talking about 14th century romance cliches, and a guy is described as:

his rode was reed, hi yen greye as goos aka his had a rosy fair complexion and grey eyes.

grey eyes were a common feature used to describe medieval romance heroines, and men were never described by their “rode”, bc complexions were a feminine trait, bc:

“the complexion of truly manly males of the time was, after all, generally obscured by a good deal of beard.”

i really want a fic now where derek is the manly man with a good deal of beard, and stiles is idk a squire or something with the “rode of reed” and his eyes, well not grey as a goose, but still bright and beautiful.

and derek and stiles are part of a courtly romance, and idk what happens, i just want derek to be a knight and stiles to have pretty skin and derek to be like the guy at court all the women faun over and stiles maybe too, idk,

derek ignores all the boring, superficial woman bc he just sees stiles at court, and stiles isn’t a knight, but that’s ok derek spends all his days with knights and their all crude and annoying, stles is like the king’s second cousin or something and maybe he’s an alchemist 

and there are lots of lingering hand touches and stilted conversations at court and they go to dinner and derek gives stiles the best piece of swan and a new treat that is sweetened with spices from the east and it’s the best thing that stiles has ever tasted

derek has to ride off to war bc it’s the crusades or maybe it’s just a political border dispute or a peasant uprising and stiles realizes he misses him and he gets jealous when all the women of court brag that sir hale held their hand or walked with them in the garden.

and when derek comes back, he comes to find stiles in his alchemy lab, and it’s awkward bc derek’s like “idk why i’m here” and stiles is like “do you like chemicals? what about stones? the humors? i have a human hand in a jar” idk something medieval-y and probably borderline heretical in the pursuit of science

and derek asks stiles to walk with him after dinner one night to discuss stuff and things, and they walk in a secluded garden bc all romances have secluded gardens and they kiss under the moonlight bc it’s a chivalric romance and over the top stuff like that has to happen. and derek runs away bc of honor and the knight code which says you can’t fall for a man, but he waxes poetically about stiles in the meantime

the next night in the garden derek apologizes and tells stiles “his rode was reed, his yen aumbre as beryl” and stiles swoons bc no one has ever compared him to precious stone before and most ppl make fun of him bc of his feminine looks but derek tells him he’s perfect in every way, more beautiful than all the stars in the heavens and all the waves in the ocean or something as equally high romantic

they court for weeks, derek bringing stiles back small gifts from his travels around the kingdom, and he of course gets hurt and stiles has to help heal him, probably with the humors or leeches or something else medieval-y, and maybe there’s one courtier, jennifer or kate or something, who derek pretends to be interested in to keep up appearances and stiles has to watch and it kills him, but he and derek meet every night in the garden for stolen kisses because their loves is a derne love, which means super secret and illicit love

they end up in stiles’ chambers and they finally consummate their love, and it’s beautiful and derek waxes poetically bc that’s what knights do and stiles proclaims himself derek’s and idk how it ends, but happily bc it’s a romance and it should end happily even if unbelievable.

at some point someone probably thinks stiles is a heretic and wants to burn him or maybe an actual dark alchemist tries to kill him and derek has to save him, or something else as equally over the top.

i need this.