raise that banner


I’m honored… to be entrusted with the care of yer son. But Dougal speaks true. I will use every option in my power to defeat the British, and that includes raising the MacKenzie banner. I do not doubt yer fighting spirit, but I know that you will not sacrifice your men needlessly. If the cause is lost, then you will put the lives of yer men above all else.
requested by @lifeasbritney

The Grand Tournament of the Fury 2017

Once more we call upon the champions of Eorzea! Take arms and raise your city-state’s banner high – it’s time for the Grand Tournament of the Fury!

To be held for two weeks during the Third Astral Moon, beginning at the 7th bell at Camp Dragonhead:

Tournament of the Mark (Ranged) – 19th Sun (Friday, May 19th,  7 pm EST)

Tournament of the Blade (Melee) – 21st Sun (Sunday, May 21st,  7 pm EST)

Tournament of the Wand (Magic) – 26th Sun (Friday, May 26th  7 pm EST)

Tournament of the Lance (Joust) – 28th Sun (Sunday, May 28th  7 pm EST)

A celebratory ball in honor of the four champions shall follow in the Pillars, beginning the 7th bell on the 2nd sun of the Third Umbral Moon. (Friday, June 2nd at 7pm EST).

Entry is open to all citizens of the Eorzean Alliance, Doma, and Ala Mhigo. Come compete for your city-state to see who is truly worthy of the Fury’s favor! Vendors, bookmakers, and live performers shall be in attendance. Proceeds from the tournament will go towards charitable efforts for all city states involved.

Please send all notes of registry, interest, and inquiry to Lady Eliane Dufresne or to Lady Gwenneth Gilrouis, in the service of House Durendaire.


It’s back, folks, and better than ever! Come help us say farewell to beautiful Ishgard right before Stormblood hits! The Dufresne Bellworks will be hosting a good old-fashioned medieval-style tournament once again. There will be four events and four champions, with herald announcers to keep you hyped!:

Ranged Tournament/Champion of the Mark

Melee Tournament/Champion of the Blade

Magic Tournament/Champion of the Wand

Chocobo Jousting/Champion of the Lance

This year, the Tournament will be split over 4 days across the span of two weeks, in order to ensure everyone can attend all four events. There will be no grand champion competition this year; instead, we want to celebrate the four individual champions during the ball! As always, winning a championship also means winning fabulous prizes! (Prize list TBA!)

This year, we’ll have a Professional Bookmaker with whom you can place (RPed, no actual gil, please) bets. Whoever wagers successfully on the outcome of the tournament can also win a fun prize!

Additionally, we’re looking to have a fairgrounds area where spectators can buy food and merchandise and listen to live performances between the bouts. If you are a part of a bard, merchant, or culinary FC and would like to set up a stall, let’s talk! Please send a PM on tumblr or the RPC, or an in-game /tell to Eliane Dufresne, Gwenneth Gilrouis, Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn, or Martiallais Heuloix.

For full information on the tournament, as well as tournament rules, please click here. Event attendance and participation is open to everybody who isn’t an Imperial! (Though we encourage our Imperial friends to sneak in anyway. ;) )

***PLEASE NOTE!***: IF YOU ARE PLANNING ON COMPETING THIS YEAR, PLEASE REGISTER WITH US BY WEDNESDAY, MAY 17TH. Contact us via PM on Tumblr or the RPC, or send an in-game /tell to either Eliane Dufresne or Gwenneth Gilrouis, and let us know the following:

-Your character name

-What City-State your character will be representing

-What events your character will be competing in

If for whatever reason you are unable to make the tournament after all, please let us know ASAP so we can update the brackets accordingly.

Additionally, IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HELP DONATE TO THE PRIZE POOL, either for the tournament or the ball, please contact Eliane Dufresne or Gwenneth Gilrouis to transfer your items BY WEDNESDAY, MAY 17th. For the sake of keeping the event running smoothly, we will not accept any item or gil donations after this date. Donors will be credited.

If you have any questions or comments, please contact Eliane Dufresne (@tea-and-conspiracy), Gwenneth Gilrouis (@rose-in-the-stone), Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn (@endangered-liaison), or Martiallais Heuloix (@mythrilreflections) for more details. We hope you’re all as excited as we are. See you there, Balmung!

Can the Vietnamese fans tonight please raise their Haechan posters/banners and scream his name or “WE LOVE YOU LEE DONGHYUCK” or whatever form to show him how much we truly love him from the bottom of our hearts?????? 😢💚💚

What the last Storm Queen, Argella Durrandon, would have worn, Alberta Ferretti

Princess Argella Durrandon was the daughter and only child of Argilac the Arrogant, the last Storm King. When Aegon the Conqueror sent Orys Baratheon (his hand of the king), to take Storm’s End the Storm King rode out to meet them in battle where, Orys slew Argilac Durrandon in single combat, and the remaining stormlander army fled. 

Princess Argella then barred the gates of Storm’s End and declared herself Storm Queen at the approach of Orys Baratheon and the Targaryen host, and when Queen Rhaenys flew Meraxes into the castle to parley, Argella announced that the defenders of Storm’s End would die to the last man. However, her garrison refused to share the fate of Harrenhal and revolted, raising a peace banner and delivering Argella to Orys’s camp, gagged and chained. Orys, however, treated her kindly and told her of her father’s courage facing death. For winning Storm’s End Aegon gave Orys the rule of the Stormlands, and he married Argella and to honor her house took their sigil and words as his own and become the first lord of Storm’s End.


Long Live The Celebration Of the International Working Women’s Day

On this historic date, we celebrate the struggle and achievements of working women throughout the world against the tyranny of a male driven society and its patriarchal power structure, fuelled and supported by the foul socio-economic beast that is capitalism. While many women in history resisted and fought the subjugation of their rights, women with socialist ideals took on the harsh mantle of organising, educating, and agitating fellow comrades into engaging a war against wage slavery, the absence of democratic rights, and a society that even today sees them as sexual objects, property which men can rely as a servant of comfort and breeding.

We must also not forget the women first ignored by these movements, such as black women, women of colour, trans women, and lesbians. Now more than ever we must pool all our resources, educate, and agitate fellow women in this ceaseless struggle for women rights on a global scale and garner all possible strength to defend fellow black women and women of colour who are constantly targeted by the fascist institutions of ‘law’, trans women and lesbians that suffer the continuous judgement of a bigoted conservative society that drives them to the point of suicide. We must raise the red banner in solidarity with the women of third world countries that are constantly exploited and worked to death so that women in first world countries can have a life full of commodities and social rights.

Without socialism and solidarity towards all women , the proletarian war against capitalism and patriarchy will be for naught. Without correcting the errors of the past, of ostracising women from communist parties, the proletarian war against capitalism and patriarchy will be for nothing. Without giving the red banner of solidarity and workers power to women, the proletarian war against capitalism and patriarchy will be a failure.

  • Bruce: I'm freaking out a little bit here, Tony. I'm not doing well with this. Think of something. How are we gonna fix this? Think.
  • Tony: You know I can't think on demand like that.
  • Bruce: Think!
  • Tony: Stop saying think! Every time you say think all I can think is the word think—
  • Bruce: All right, all right!
  • Tony: And it fills up my whole brain. Think, think, think. It keeps changing colors and sizes, I can't get past it!

anonymous asked:

Why don't you condemn Aegon The Conqueror like you do Renly Baratheon? After all, they both ultimately based their claim on the strength of their arms, rather than the will of the people or rights of succession. I'm not defending either of them, just wondering what you see as the difference.

I think that’s a misinterpreation of Aegon the Conqueror. As I discuss in my essay on him, far from being based solely through strength of arms, Aegon and his sisters were careful to establish consent from and establish legitimacy with his subjects:

“Having taken a dozen castles and secured the mouth of the Blackwater Rush on both sides of the river, he commanded the lords he had defeated to attend him. There they laid their swords at his feet, and Aegon raised them up and confirmed them in their lands and titles. To his oldest supporters he gave new honors…Heraldic banners had long been a tradition amongst the lords of Westeros, but such had never been used by the dragonlords of old Valyria. When Aegon’s knights unfurled his great silken battle standard, with a red three-headed dragon breathing fire upon a black field, the lords took it for a sign that he was now truly one of them, a worthy high king for Westeros. When Queen Visenya placed a Valyrian steel circlet, studded with rubies, on her brother’s head and Queen Rhaenys hailed him as, “Aegon, First of His Name, King of All Westeros, and Shield of His People,” the dragons roared and the lords and knights sent up a cheer … but the smallfolk, the fisherman and field hands and goodwives, shouted loudest of all.”

“the men of the Trident had no love for their ironborn overlords…so now the riverlands rose against him, led by Lord Edmyn Tully of Riverrun. Summoned to the defense of Harrenhal, Tully declared for House Targaryen instead, raised the dragon banner over his castle, and rode forth with his knights and archers to join his strength to Aegon’s. His defiance gave heart to the other riverlords. One by one, the lords of the Trident renounced Harren and declared for Aegon the Dragon. Blackwoods, Mallisters, Vances,
Brackens, Pipers, Freys, Strongs… summoning their levies, they descended on Harrenhal…The next day, outside the smoking ruins of Harrenhal, King Aegon accepted an oath of fealty from Edmyn Tully, Lord of Riverrun, and named him Lord Paramount of the Trident. The other riverlords did homage as well —to Aegon as king and to Edmyn Tully as their liege lord.”

And this went on and on - the homage of the Westermen and the Reachermen ater the Field of Fire, the submission of Highgarden, Torrhen kneeling at the Trident, and Aegon’s anointment and coronation at Oldtown. At every step of the way, Aegon spends as much time establishing the reciprocal bonds of feudal obligation and enacting the symbolism of monarchy as he does fighting. And he continued this policy as King:

“he worked to knit the realm together with his presence—to awe his subjects and (when needed) frighten them…the other half of the year he dedicated to the royal progress. He traveled throughout the realm for the rest of his life,
until his final progress in 33 AC—making a point of paying his respects to the High Septon in the Starry Sept each time he visited Oldtown, guesting beneath the roofs of the lords of the great houses (even Winterfell, on that last progress), and beneath the roofs of many lesser lords, knights, and common innkeepers… In these progresses, the king was accompanied not only by his courtiers but by maesters and septons as well. Six maesters were often in his company to advise him upon the local laws and traditions of the former realms, so that he might rule in judgment at the courts he held. Rather than attempting to unify the realm under one set of laws, he respected the differing customs of each region and sought to judge as their past kings might have.”


Princess Argella Durrandon was the daughter and only child of Argilac the Arrogant, the last Storm King. In the battle called the Last Storm, Orys Baratheon slew Argilac Durrandon in single combat, and the remaining stormlander army fled. At the approach of Orys Baratheon and the Targaryen host, Argella barred the gates of Storm’s End and declared herself Storm Queen. Rather than bend the knee, she promised when Queen Rhaenys flew Meraxes into the castle to parley that the defenders of Storm’s End would die to the last man. “You may take my castle, but you will win only bones and blood and ashes,” she announced, but the soldiers of the garrison proved less eager to die. That night they raised a peace banner, threw open the castle gate, and delivered Lady Argella gagged, chained, and naked to the camp of Orys Baratheon. It is said that Orys unchained her with his own hands, wrapped his cloak around her, poured her wine, and spoke to her gently, telling her of her father’s courage and the manner of his death. And afterward, to honor the fallen king, he took the arms and words of the Durrandon for his own. The crowned stag became his sigil, Storm’s End became his seat, and Lady Argella his wife.

Fancasting Meme | 6 Historical Figures (3/6)
Eva Green as Argella Durrandon

The kids aren't alright // Carl Grimes songfic

This is my first time writing one of these, I hope its okay!

Stuck in the jet wash
Bad trip I couldn’t get off
And maybe I bit off more than I could chew
And overhead of the aqua blue

You didn’t know how long it’d been, you couldn’t see if the sun was still up or if the stars where out but you did know it had been a while.
You sat with your back against the wall, knees to your chest debating if you really were tough enough for this world. Day by day you watched the people you loved drop like flies. It started with your father and little sister, of which you both ended up having to shoot. That same fate sadly got to Beth, Lori, dale and so many more.
You were stuck in a world you didn’t want to be in, but the truth was in a world of cruelty and pain who did want to be a part of it?
“Y/N please come out, we’re worried about you” came the voice of your long term best friend and short term boyfriend. You reluctantly opened the door, one thing about you and Carl relationship is you never hid your feelings from one another.
“What’s wrong?” He asked sounding concerned as he joined you on the hard wood floor.
“I-I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last Carl, everyone we love is-“you began but stopped when you choked back a cry
“Don’t you ever speak like that. You’re only of the strongest girls here. Heck you can fire a gun better than Daryl” Carl coaxed with a small smirk on his face
“Being able to fire a gun won’t keep me alive” you said, always being one for reality.
“We will survive this together, that I can promise you” he murmured and pulled your shaking figure into his arms.
Maybe you’d bit off more than you could chew choosing to fight.


Fall to your knees bring on the rapture
Blessed be the boys time can’t capture
On film or between the sheets I always fall from your window
To the pitch-black streets

You winced as you were thrown to your knees roughly, you barely had time to register what was going on before a gun was pressed to your temple. After years of experience the feel and shape of the weapon was burned into your memory.
A few places away was Carl, who was practically glaring holes into the man who could shoot your brains out in seconds. Not caring as much that the same was happening to him.
You could hear the distant sound of cries but to you, the sound sounded miles away. This was a new level of shock.
You weren’t listening to a thing anyone was saying, too busy trying to collect your thoughts and stop yourself from passing out of fear until a certain man walked towards you, bat in hand. He held a glimmer of mischief in his eye as he pointed his bat directly at you.
“Well aren’t you a pretty wee thing, I’m Negan, what’s your name?” The man chuckled. The bat was now slung over his shoulders and that’s when you realized that bat could end your life in seconds. It would be an extremely slow and painful few seconds that you, or anyone else here exactly wanted to experience.
“Don’t touch her” Carl spat from his place Eugene
“Ohhh I get it now, this is your girl, is she?” Negan asked pointing his bat at you once more Carl didn’t answer
“Shit kid at least answer me when I talk to you! Didn’t your mother ever teach you some manners!” Negan screeched Carl snapped his head up at the mention of Lori and his jaw noticeably clenched.
“Yes, she’s my girl, I love her” even in that shitty moment, you smiled.


And with the black banners raised as the crooked smiles fade
Former heroes who quit too late
Just want to fill up the trophy case again

Glenn and Abrahams death had truly hit hard at Alexandria, you will admit you cried adding their names to the wall and had nightmares ever since that day. Most involving the owner of the weapon that killed two of your family.
“do you think one day our names will be up there?” You ask your boyfriend, pointing to the wall that held the names of the dead.
“Maybe… but if they do end up there, I know our names will be written together” he said, giving your hand a small kiss.
You stared at the many names remembering the people you once had, and still did call your family. Those where the names of the people that died fighting for something.
“I miss them” you sigh “I do too, but they’re looking down on us. They’re probably up there right now all together, they’re happy” Carl replied You knew they were in A better place, as cliché as that sounds. Any place was better than the apocalypse.


And in the end
I’ll do it all again.
I think you’re my best friend.
Don’t you know that the kids aren’t al-, kids aren’t alright?
I’ll be yours.

“Carl, we shouldn’t be doing this” you say wearily as you landed with a small ‘humph’
Carl had decided that you two should break out of Alexandria for the day and go for a walk, maybe read a comic book or two while you had the time.
“You’ll have fun, promise” he said with a large smile “I’m here to protect you if anything happens” he gripped your hand softly while keeping his other hand firmly wrapped around his Knife.
“That’s what you always say right before shit hits the fan” you laugh
“In this world, when isn’t shit hitting the fan?” you nodded, seeing as he had a point
Carl surprised you by kissing you softly. You’ll never get over the feeling of his lips, hundreds of kisses later and you still got butterflies.
“No matter how much shit hits the fan, I’ll always be right beside you” he promised. You didn’t need any kind of promise ring or proof, you knew he meant it.


And it’s our time now if you want it to be.
Maul the world like a carnival bear set free.
And your love is anemic.
And I can’t believe that you couldn’t see it coming for me.

Ever since that night with Negan, the night two of your closest friends were mercilessly killed, Carl had his mind set on killing Negan. He’d form plan after plan, each plan would most likely result in his death and with each plan you got more worried for him.

“I-I’m going this time Y/N, you cant stop me” Carl begun “I have to do this, for Alexandria”

“No you don’t, you can come back with me right now. We can go lay down a-and you can tell me everything you’re feeling” you tried, but deep down you knew nothing would convince him to stay.

“I love you” he said and wiped away a strand of hair from your face, he stared at you intently as if it was the last time he’d see you.

“I cant let you go. You’ll die and I can’t watch the person I love die” You cried and wrapped your shaking arms around his waist.

He hugged you back hard. You could have fought more, locked him in the bathroom, told Rick what he was about to do, but you knew Carl had to do this or it would drive him insane. There was no stopping Carl once he knew what he wanted.

“Be safe, come home”


And I still feel that rush in my veins.
It twists my head just a bit too thin.
All those people in those old photographs I’ve seen are dead

It was a good day. Finally, the man that was holding them down like puppets on a string was gone, dead.

Although you had lost some of your own in the battle they had died fighting.

“We did it” Carl smiled from ear to ear, he was practically beaming with joy all the while mourning the death of his own.

“We did” you smile and kiss him. The kiss was hurried at first but filled with love all the same. Weeks leading up to the attack you and him hadn’t had any ‘alone time’ if you can catch on, so you planned on making the most of the time you had.

Your hands snaked up his shirt and removed it, running your finger tips down his chest.

“I’ve missed you” you moaned when his lips left yours, landing on your neck instead.

“I see that” he smirked and you were to far up on cloud nine to roll your eyes at his cocky remark.

You shivered feeling his cool fingers land on the skin between your shirt and your pants, his touch being something you missed most. He slid his hands down, his fingers wrapping around the waistband of your pants.

You reposition yourself on his lip, hearing him lightly groan at the contact.

And well, we all know what happened after that.


And sometimes I just wanna sit around and gaze at my shoes, yeah.
And let your dirty sadness fill me up just like a balloon.

As the years past life had surprisingly got less stressful, or at least it was until you gave birth to your son who reminded you more and more of his father with every passing day.

You heard light cries coming from the room just next door and feel your husbands arm remove itself from your waist before the bed dipped.

“I’ve got this one” you hear Carl’s raspy voice and snuggle further into the sheets.

The clock next to you said 4 am but you knew it was an hour ahead, it was currently 3am. You forcefully push your blankets back and head towards your babies room, seeing your husband was already working on calming the crying child.

Carl gently shushes the baby and rocks him back in forth lightly before he starts singing quietly. You smile and stay by the door where Carl still hasn’t noticed you lurking.

This was truly a beautiful sight.

“We made him” you speak suddenly, saying your thoughts allowed.

“We did, and there isn’t a single day I regret it. Even in this shit filled world” he replied and lay your son back in his crib. You had managed to give your child a pretty normal start with a crib, a good amount of baby toys and even books.

Life was good.


The Storm Queen

At the approach of Orys Baratheon and the Targaryen host, Argella barred the gates of Storm’s End and declared herself Storm Queen. She announced that the defenders of Storm’s End would die to the last man. However, her garrison refused to share the fate of Harrenhal and revolted, raising a peace banner and delivering Argella to Orys’s camp, gagged, chained, and naked. Orys removed the chains with his own hands, wrapped his cloak around her, and gave her food and wine. He spoke to her gently, telling her of her father Argilac’s courage in death.

Aegon rewarded Orys Baratheon with Storm’s End, the rule of the Stormlands, and Argella. Orys Baratheon adopted the sigil and words of House Durrandon as his own.

[Jenna Coleman as Argella ; Russel Crow as Orys]

“For Zion’s sake I will not keep silent, for Jerusalem’s sake I will not remain quiet, till her vindication shines out like the dawn, her salvation like a blazing torch.

The nations will see your vindication, and all kings your glory; you will be called by a new name that the mouth of the Lord will bestow.

You will be a crown of splendor in the Lord ’s hand, a royal diadem in the hand of your God.

No longer will they call you Deserted, or name your land Desolate. But you will be called Hephzibah, and your land Beulah ; for the Lord will take delight in you, and your land will be married.

As a young man marries a young woman, so will your Builder marry you; as a bridegroom rejoices over his bride, so will your God rejoice over you.

I have posted watchmen on your walls, Jerusalem; they will never be silent day or night.

You who call on the Lord , give yourselves no rest, and give him no rest till he establishes Jerusalem and makes her the praise of the earth.

The Lord has sworn by his right hand and by his mighty arm: “Never again will I give your grain as food for your enemies, and never again will foreigners drink the new wine for which you have toiled;

but those who harvest it will eat it and praise the Lord , and those who gather the grapes will drink it in the courts of my sanctuary.”

Pass through, pass through the gates! Prepare the way for the people. Build up, build up the highway! Remove the stones. Raise a banner for the nations.

The Lord has made proclamation to the ends of the earth: “Say to Daughter Zion, ‘See, your Savior comes! See, his reward is with him, and his recompense accompanies him.’ ”

They will be called the Holy People, the Redeemed of the Lord ; and you will be called Sought After, the City No Longer Deserted.”

Isaiah 62:1‭-‬12 NIV