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Humans Are Weird - Language

Crew Recreation Room, SSV Eternal Grace

“Hey, toss the remote over here, will ya?” Chief Jesse’s accented voice was barely audible over the rabble created by the rest of the crew in the packed rec room of the spacecraft. His outstretched hand was waiting for a remote, which was thrown his direction by one of the human engineers across the room. “Cheers mate. Now, if I can get everyone’s attention!” He waited for a few moments to be acknowledged and rolled his eyes, not surprised that he was ignored. He stood up on one of the tables and slammed his left boot down onto it, the impact creating a loud enough bang that turned a few heads. “I said shut the bloody hell up!” That got everyone’s attention, and Jesse nodded with approval as he pulled his datapad from a pouch on his duty belt and held it up for him to read.

“Alright-y, ladies, bastards, and the rest of you lot, I’ve got a few words from our ever-so-lovely captain regarding a few security concerns they’ve raised with me. Firstly: Op-Sec! That’s short for “Operational Security” for those that can’t understand acronyms. While we aren’t a part of the IMSF, we are contracted to the Intergalactic Governing Council, meaning that we do have a level of secrecy that we need to abide by. That means when talking to your folks back home about how things are going, you need to be more mindful about what you are telling them. Please don’t tell them about where our next few ports of call are, or the areas we’re operating in at the current time unless you are on a secure channel or it is a matter of dire emergency. Last thing we all need is a bunch of pirate pricks to raid us all because one of us had a loose pie-trap, you got me?”

Jesse listened to a murmur of agreement before nodding approvingly and consulting his notes. “Sweet! Second: It’s come to my attention by some of the guards that some of you horny buggers are sneaking off to secluded areas to do the do, if you get my drift? Now, because I’m a decent bastard - yes, hard to believe that, but I am decent,” he had to wait a moment for a few chuckles to settle down before continuing on, “I won’t be naming names or shaming people. Honestly, I don’t care who or what you decide to fuck, as long as it’s in your own time. What I do care about is the use of protection and the locations where I’m hearing people are being caught in the act.”

Zan’via and another member of the crew, a human medical staffer by the name of Kelly Jean, were standing towards the back of the room listening to him remind the group that areas like the engine rooms and storage bays weren’t conductive to ‘safe sex’. Zan’via noted that every once in a while Kelly would chuckle at a few words and phrases that the security chief would use, and once the man had finished his announcements, Zan’via decided to see what exactly caused Kelly to find they’re friends speech humorous.

“Excuse me, Doctor Jean, if I may have a moment of your time?” Zan’via spoke up before the woman could leave and return back to the medical wards.

“Certainly, Zan’via. What’s the problem?” She replied, gesturing towards an empty table nearby.

“Well, I found it a slight bit concerning that you were quietly laughing during Chief Lynn-Michael’s announcements on what I believe were fairly serious subjects.” They started, leveling a neutral expression towards the doctor.

“Oh? You noticed that? I’m sorry, I just find the way the Chief speaks to be amusing, that’s all.” Kelly said, blushing slightly at how she’d been caught out.

“The way the Chief speaks?”

“You have to admit, he does have a way with words, right?” Kelly prodded, now curious as to how Zan’via, and by extension the rest of the Gal’eth race, would interpret the Chief’s speaking patterns and mannerisms. There was a moment of silence before Zan’via emitted what could be interpreted as a ‘groan’ and shook their head.

“I would, if I could understand some of the terms and phrases he uses on a frequent basis.” They admitted with a small sigh, rubbing their face in irritation. “I’ve been meaning to ask him about it, but every chance I get he’s either busy or something comes up that needs his attention.”

“Maybe I can help. Granted, I’m not fluent in Australian English, but I’ve been around him long enough to pick a few things up.” The classifier that Kelly used before the name of the adopted universal language piqued Zan’via’s interest.

“Australian English? You mean there is more than one form of the language?”

“Well, yes and no. English as a whole is one language, but there are different versions or dialects of it, and each differ by region. The three major versions I’ve encountered in my life are American English, British English, and Australian English. The differences are subtle between them, like spelling and how there are different names between the three for the same object. Australian English, which is what our wonderful Chief of Security is quite fluent in, is actually an interesting blend of both the American and English systems, with some unique terminology and rules thrown in for fun.”

“For fun?” Zan’via asked with a surprised expression.

“Yes, for fun. There are a few ways that Australian English, or ‘Aussie’ as it’s referred to sometimes, is easily distinguished against the others. And that’s one right there: shortened versions of words.” Kelly said with a smile.

“I do not quite follow.”

“It’s a joke, both to Australians and to foreigners, that they are a lazy bunch and will shorten anything that can be shortened. Australian becomes Aussie, service center becomes ‘serve-o’, names like Bermingham, Wilson and McDonald are turned into ‘Birm-o’, ‘Wils-o’ and ‘Macca’ respectively. That brings me to a second trait: nicknames.”


“The Chief’s full name and title is Head of Security Jesse Lynn-Michaels. When he was in the IMSF, he was Special Operations Chief Petty Officer Jesse Lynn-Michaels. That’s where he has his current ship’s nickname, Chief. It was a shorter way of calling his rank. The same carries across to any name or title if you’re an Australian, even if your name is relatively short. Occasionally he’ll call me Doc or ‘Kel’, or the Captain ‘Boss’. I’m sure he’s even shortened your own name from time to time.”

“You would be right on that regard, he constantly calls either me ‘Zan’ or ‘Zany’.” They said with what could be called a soft smile.

“See? It also serves as a benefit to tell when he’s being serious with you or not. If you hear him yell ‘Zany, get over here’, then you’re less likely to be in trouble than if he addresses you as ‘Zan’via’ or ‘Engineer’s Mate Third Class Zan’via Top’hei’.” Kelly stifled a chuckle as she saw the large alien being visibly shudder at the use of their full rank and title. “I guess some things are universal, right?”

“Agreed, and I see your point.”

“Good. Another classic hallmark which I’m sure you’ve noticed is the excessive swearing and use of rather frank terms and phrases.” Kelly said with a slight frown.

“That I have noticed; both him and his security team do sound more profane than other members of the crew.”

“Mhm. It’s another joke that Aussies don’t have a filter, and will often say what needs to be said at the expense of themselves and others. On one hand, this can be a benefit as you can safely assume that they are being genuine in their remarks. On the other, that same trait can get them into serious trouble. Do you think the Captain would have made those announcements in the same fashion, and with the same phrases?”

“I do not, it is safe to say that our Captain would have been much more formal and polite about the entire ordeal.” Zan’via said resolutely, their trust in the Captain surpassing everything else.

“Would you have paid attention through the whole thing?” The follow up caught them off guard.

“I beg your pardon?”

“If the Captain was the one speaking, would you have paid attention and remembered everything they would have said?”

Zan’via had to stop and think for a moment, recalling some of the longer briefings they’ve had to attend with the rest of the engineering department. The Captain was no doubt a good speaker, but they could admit that some of the time the Captain spoke could have been better spent on moving along with the subject matter.

“I do not like admitting this, but it is likely that I would forget some topics that they would cover.”

“You aren’t the only one, and that’s most likely why the Chief speaks so frankly and casually. It keeps the audience relaxed yet alert at the same time, and it also helps deflate any tension and unease when topics like sexual relationships are brought up. That said, Chief knows the limit, and if he started swearing and cursing with every second or third word he knows that he’ll lose his audience and risk getting himself in trouble.” Kelly’s datapad chimed at her from her pocket, and she quickly glanced at a clock on a nearby wall. “Oh, damn. Zan’via, I’ll be happy to continue this conversation later. I’ve got a patient in the Eye-See-You that I need to attend to.”

“Very well, ‘Doc’.” Zan’via said with a smile as the doctor stood up and hurried away.

‘I’ll have to ask her what certain words mean, next time…’

Not only did Robert Baratheon do absolutely nothing to punish the murderers of Elia, Rhaenys and Aegon, he basically rewarded the mastermind by making his daughter queen, the very thing Twyin had always wanted in the first place. 

I’m sure Jon Arryn came up with many sound political justifications for the Baratheon-Lannister alliance, with a long list of benefits for Robert and the Iron Throne. But if I were a Martell, why would I not see this as yet another giant middle finger with a FUCK YOU! from the Iron Throne, pouring even more salt on the wound?

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War is ugly. War isn’t going to be kind just because you are a woman. Argella wished to have not only her but all her men burned alive by dragons like everyone at harrenhall rather than surrendering. Would it have been a nicer end to you if Argella was just burned alive along with all the men she as leader of her house was supposed to protect? Can we blame them for having a will to live and having no loyalty to Argela? Her father ruled over them like an evil tyrant and now they were expected to die for a stubborn sixteen year old who never led them into battle or done anything to earn their loyalty. In rebellions usually the king or queen (because equality) are beheaded and their heads put on spikes. When a king or queen losses usually they are killed and their lands pillaged, the woman raped and the people sold into slavery. Neither of these things happened. Orys tom their words and the banner and she still got to rule as queen all you are complaining about is a moment of humiliation. When thorough out history women and men who have lost wars are treated much worse.

*takes a deep breath*

Okay, I’ll bite. Here’s the thing: you’re literally making things up to justify something that is glaringly an anomaly in the text and using the decadent “that’s how things were like back then” argument to…. justify sexual violence? Really?

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Whenever the position of a defender of capitalism against the attacks of socialism becomes desperate, he drags forth the inventor.

“What are you going to do with the inventor, the man whose genius has created the great machines which make wealth and civilization possible? Are you going to despoil him—to rob him?”
To this the socialist generally retorts by showing that it is capitalism that robs the inventor, and he proves his case by indisputable evidence culled from court records.

But times are changing, so much so that it may be said that the individual inventor had become as much of a myth as the individual captain of industry—the great overman, who, it is alleged, directs the work of thousands of wage slaves. Today industry is so ramified, so colossal, that it is an impossibility for one man to direct it. Corps of trained subordinates, executive, engineering, and other boards meet in frequent consultation to devise ways and means for the safe conduct of the consolidated industries over which they preside; so much so that when the great overman goes off to Monte Carlo on a carouse, industry continues as though he had never breathed.

And so it is with the inventor. Invention has become social in scope and methods. With the various branches of industry so closely related, the mechanical changes in one branch of production must be considered in their relation to other branches. The result is that today the inventor is no longer an isolated being, developing himself and his ideas in some dismal garret.

The inventor today is one of a multitude of workingmen who are asked to drop suggestions for improvement into boxes placed about the factories in which they work; suggestions that have, in the aggregate, produced new types of machines and so transformed the original inventions as to make them entirely new creations; suggestions that have immensely enriched the capitalists to whom they were given, while the reward of the workingmen making them was a few paltry prizes, which are far from being commensurate in value which the things they are supposed to represent.

The poor lone inventor whom socialism would rob is a myth, and, like all myths, is adorned with the poetry of bygone ages. Like modern industry, modern invention is social. And, since the social characteristic of industry demands the social ownership of the means of production and distribution forming its basis, so does the social nature of invention demand the social ownership of its creations.

—  Daniel De Leon, The Daily People
Apr. 25, 1904

In times of French invasion of Italy under Charles VIII, Giulia Farnese was captured by the French captain Yves d’Allegre. He demanded from the Pope, and received, a ransom of 3,000 scudi for her safe conduct to Rome.

The Borgias shows how Giulia realizes that Lucrezia is pregnant, albeit not by her husband. So they escape Pesaro on horseback at dawn. Borgia: Faith and Fear demonstrate it historically more faithful. However Giulia was shown pregnant although her daughter was born in 1492.

anonymous asked:

I LOVE your takedown on Rhaeger and Lyanna's 'relationship'. The more I see/read about him, the more he reminds me of Joffrey. He starts out handsome and charming, but then we get to see the entitlement and manipulation (his actions leads to the Death of a Lord Paramount and his eldest son, he humiliates his intended and then sets her aside, doesn't give one single shit for the consequences of his actions). The only consolation is that they both died choking and clutching their chests.

Hmm, on one hand, I see your point about the points of correlation (though I do not think that Rhaegar set Elia aside to go with the parallel to Joffrey and Sansa. That’s a show-only contrivance), but on the other, this is a very unfair comparison. The Targaryen that is truly paralleled with Joffrey is Aerys, not Rhaegar. Murdering a lord paramount in a sham of a trial, escalating the conflict into an outright war with no hope of conciliation, the crown promising leniency in Ned’s case and safe conduct in Rickard’s case only for Joffrey\Aerys to breach it, taking pleasure in hurting people, hating and deliberately humiliating their Hand (Tyrion for Joffrey, and Tywin for Aerys), sexually assaulting their Hand’s wife, etc. There is a reason Tyrion called Joffrey Aerys the Third in his pov in the books, and that’s because the similarities are numerous. But when it comes to Rhaegar and Joffrey, that’s a different story.

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William Wallace was murdered on this day in 1305.  

I had the privilege of seeing two documents related to Wallace, the Safe conduct and Lübeck Letters, I’ve read a lot about him since then, not the tales made famous in Braveheart, although the film certainly raised our former Guardians profile let’s not forget it was Hollywood and they don’t let the truth get in the way while movie-making.  Anyways, one of the articles I’ve looked at since then gives a wee insight into his “execution”, they English were good at writing everything doon!  This is from The English National Records at Kew, the original was written in latin, this is the translation.

To lord John of Seagrave, as an advance for conveying the body of William Wallace the Scot, divided into four parts, to Scotland; by the hands of John of Lincoln and Roger of Paris, sheriffs of London; the money having been paid tohim by the king’s writ under the privy seal and the said lord John’s letters patent testifying to the receipt of the money, [which were] delivered in the Wardrobe at Westminster on 23rd day of April in the 34th year AD 1306_______________ 15 shilling.

Kew is where the safe conduct letter turned up and I wonder how much more their records will reveal! Another one relating to Wallace gives us the trumped up charges against him. 

Citizens of London John of Lincoln and Roger of Paris for the same citizens render account [etc.] As expenses and payments made by the same sheriffs for William Wallace, as a robber, a public traitor, an outlaw, an enemy and rebel against the king, who in contempt of the king had, throughout Scotland, falsely sought to call himself king of Scotland,and slew the king’s officials in Scotland,and also as an enemy led an army against the king, by sentence of the king’s court at Westminster being drawn, hanged, beheaded, his entrails burned, and his body quartered, whose four parts were dispatched to the four principal towns of Scotland. This year, 61 shillings 10 pence.

Part of his body was displayed on the old Stirling Brig and legend has it the monks of Cambuskenneth Abbey made off with them to give them a Christian burial at the Abbey. If you’re free tomorrow members of the Society of William Wallace and others will gather there at 7pm to honour him.

The heat of this country is so fierce that you can hardly move in the month of August. It results in an additional difficulty, that of illness. Almost all my people at present have fever. I on the other hand have never felt better…..Until now Fortune has treated me as a friend, but you know there is no chorus girl that is more fickle than she can be. Will she remain faithful to the end and pity my youth? I assure you that if she leaves me I shall be in a difficult position. A few months more, and I shall ask of her only a safe conduct back to France.
—  Marquis de Lafayette to the Prince de Poix…1781. Fortune, as it turned out, would not remain faithful. Not long after this optimistic note, Lafayette was overtaken by malaria [if my math is correct].

Let every one, according to his ability, begin with an act of sincere contrition, kneeling before a representation of the holy Archangel; then let him say with devotion the following salutations:

V. O Lord, make speed to save.
R. O Lord, make haste to help me.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.


One Pater noster and three Ave Maria’s, to the First Angelic Choir.

At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of the Seraphim, may it please God to make us worthy to receive into our hearts the fire of His perfect charity. Amen.


One Pater noster and three Ave Maria’s, to the Second Angelic Choir.

At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of the Cherubim, may God grant us grace to abandon the ways of sin, and run the race of Christian perfection. Amen.


One Pater noster and three Ave Maria’s, to the Third Angelic Choir.

At the intercession of St. Michael and the sacred choir of the Thrones, may it please God to infuse into our hearts a true and earnest spirit of humility. Amen.


One Pater noster and three Ave Maria’s, to the Fourth Angelic Choir.

At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of the Dominations, may it please God to grant us grace to have dominion over our senses, and to correct our depraved passions. Amen.


One Pater noster and three Ave Maria’s, to the Fifth Angelic Choir.

At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of the Powers, may God vouchsafe to keep our souls from the wiles and temptations of the devil. Amen.


One Pater noster and three Ave Maria’s, to the Sixth Angelic Choir.

At the intercession of St. Michael and the choir of the admirable celestial Virtues, may our Lord keep us from falling into temptation, and deliver us from evil. Amen.


One Pater noster and three Ave Maria’s, to the Seventh Angelic Choir.

At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of the Principalities, may it please God to fill our souls with the spirit of true and hearty obedience. Amen.


One Pater noster and three Ave Maria’s, to the Eighth Angelic Choir.

At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of Archangels, may it please God to grant us the gift of perseverance in the faith and in all good works, that we may thereby be enabled to attain unto the glory of Paradise. Amen.


One Pater noster and three Ave Maria’s, to the Ninth Angelic Choir.

At the intercession of St. Michael and the Heavenly choir of Angels, may God vouchsafe to grant us the safe-conduct of the holy Angels through life, and after death a happy entrance into the everlasting glory of heaven. Amen.

Then say four Pater noster’s in conclusion; the first to St. Michael, the second to St. Gabriel, the third to St. Raphael, the fourth to your Angel Guardian.

This exercise then ends with the following Antiphon.


Michael, glorious Prince, chief and champion of the heavenly host, guardian of the souls of men, conqueror of the rebel angels, minister in the house of God, our worthy captain under Jesus Christ, endowed with superhuman excellence and virtue; vouchsafe to free us all from every evil, who with full confidence have recourse to thee; and by thy powerful protection enable us to make progress every day in the faithful service of our God.

V. Pray for us, most blessed Michael, prince of the Church of Jesus Christ.
R. That we may be made worthy of His promises.


Almighty and eternal God, who in thine own marvellous goodness and pity didst, for the common salvation of man, choose the glorious Archangel Michael to be the prince of Thy Church; make us worthy, we pray Thee, to be delivered by his beneficent protection from all our enemies, that at the hour of our death no one of them may approach to harm us, and that by the same Archangel Michael we may be introduced into the presence of Thy high and heavenly Majesty. Through the merits of the same Jesus Christ our Lord.

Daenerys is a Treacherous Autocrat

In this mini-essay we’d like to explore how the bad faith on display throughout A Dance with Dragons has its origins in the accidental revolution that takes place in A Storm of Swords, much as the spiralling violence and social breakdown seen throughout Westeros in A Feast for Crows has its origins in the Riverlands War and Red Wedding. From the start the revolution was treacherous and autocratic and it is Daenerys’ failure to realize this that nearly brings about its undoing.

By the time Daenerys arrived in Slavers Bay, she had become well accustomed to treachery. She spent her childhood moving from place to place in fear of phantom assassins. While staying with Magister Illyrio she saw his manipulations and deceptions for what they were, but could do nothing about them. While touring the western market in Vaes Dothrak there was an attempt on her life. When she spared Mirri Maz Duur the magi killed her husband and unborn child. Her husband’s khalasar then disintegrated and she had to flee death or slavery at the hands of her husband’s former lieutenants. When she became a guest in the house of Xaro Xhoan Daxos he tried to swindle her out of a dragon. When she took up Pyat Pree on paying a visit to the House of the Undying she almost got eaten by vampire corpses. It’s actually remarkable how well adjusted she still is, all things considered, especially in light of the crippling insecurity of her father and brother. So it’s not surprising that she is quite willing to resort to treachery in the service of what she believes to be a good cause.

Shortly after meeting the Unsullied, Daenerys is scheming to forcefully liberate them from a combination of self-interest and empathy. The Good Masters in contrast openly desire Dany’s three dragons, but they do not simply have their Unsullied butcher Dany and her entourage and take the dragons for themselves, even though they could very easily do so (Dany having few friends, no protectors besides Magister Illyrio, and many enemies). Rather, the Masters negotiate a deal where they would give Dany ALL the city’s Unsullied, including the trainees, in exchange for ONE dragon (albeit the biggest one), three ships, and three holds of Jade Sea cargo. To the Masters it is a hard but fair bargain, but Dany operates in bad faith on multiple levels — she has less cargo then she claims, she has no intention of parting with her ships, Drogon will never behave, and she plans to use the Unsullied to massacre the Masters and sack the city. Un-translated insults aside, the Good Masters are all good faith — the Unsullied are handed over straight away and perform more or less as advertised. The Masters give Dany a translator so she can communicate with her new soldiers, offer some helpful advice, and even express interest in future business to the mutual benefit of both. Dany listens politely and then orders Drogon and her new Unsullied to kill them all. The Good Masters might have been too greedy and too complacent, but they were also too trusting.

Dany’s first three Storm of Swords chapters establish that the Ghiscari Masters are a merchant aristocracy with some scruples and honour for those they consider their social equivalents and customers. They might chauvinistically and misogynistically insult Dany behind her back, but they still bargain fairly with her, deliver the goods, and expect her to do the same. This ethic has obviously grown out of the Ghiscari culture of slave commerce and collective leadership — the slaves must be as advertised for buyers to come and pay worthwhile prices, and the slave owning class has to rule as one in order to produce said slaves. Honest inter-elite bargaining is the only praiseworthy aspect of an otherwise wretched regime of decadence fuelled by human misery, not unlike how hope was the only good thing in Pandora’s box of horrors, and it’s this honest bargaining that Dany uses to overthrow them.

Daenerys also displays plenty of bad faith outside Yunkai. While she never pledges or agrees to a truce and therefore avoids saying an outright lie, she lets her enemies believe she has pledged a truce by giving the sellswords wine and the length of the night to consider her offer, and then telling the Yunkish they have three days to release their slaves. She is clearly intending a deception by omission and even the savvy and cynical Ser Jorah is surprised when she orders preparations for a surprise attack:

““Ser Jorah,” she said, “summon my bloodriders.” Dany seated herself on a mound of cushions to await them, her dragons all about her. When they were assembled, she said, “An hour past midnight should be time enough.”

“Yes, Khaleesi,” said Rakharo. “Time for what?”

“To mount our attack.”

Ser Jorah Mormont scowled. “You told the sellswords –

“- that I wanted their answers on the morrow. I made no promises about tonight. The Stormcrows will be arguing about my offer. The Second Sons will be drunk on the wine I gave Mero. And the Yunkai’i believe they have three days. We will take them under cover of this darkness.”” (SoS Dany IV)

Again the Masters are too trusting, which gets them beaten. Later the Yunkish turn lemons to lemonade by portraying Dany, not unreasonably, as a breaker of truces.

Dany’s behavior towards Grazdan mo Eraz is less ambiguous in that it is a clear and indisputable violation of her word. She pledged him safe conduct and then she whimsically violates said pledge in a demonstration of power:

““I say, you are mad.”

“Am I?” Dany shrugged, and said, “Dracarys.”

The dragons answered. Rhaegal hissed and smoked, Viserion snapped, and Drogon spat swirling red-black flame. It touched the drape of Grazdan’s tokar, and the silk caught in half a heartbeat. Golden marks spilled across the carpets as the envoy stumbled over the chest, shouting curses and beating at his arm until Whitebeard flung a flagon of water over him to douse the flames.

“You swore I should have safe conduct!” the Yunkish envoy wailed.

“Do all the Yunkai’i whine so over a singed tokar? I shall buy you a new one… if you deliver up your slaves within three days. Elsewise, Drogon shall give you a warmer kiss.” She wrinkled her nose. “You’ve soiled yourself. Take your gold and go, and see that the Wise Masters hear my message.”” (DwD Dany IV)

Dany’s contempt is just plain remarkable. Dragon’s fire is not a toy:

““Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.”

The black dragon spread his wings and roared.

A lance of swirling dark flame took Kraznys full in the face. His eyes melted and ran down his cheeks, and the oil in his hair and beard burst so fiercely into fire that for an instant the slaver wore a burning crown twice as tall as his head. The sudden stench of charred meat overwhelmed even his perfume, and his wail seemed to drown all other sound.” (SoS Dany III)

For all of Dany’s playful confidence she really could have badly injured, or even killed, Grazdan mo Eraz. The envoy and his government have every right to be furious and believe they are dealing with a woman whose word means nothing.

Now Dany is not only treacherous, she is also a monarch. She identifies herself as a Queen and establishes a monarchy in Meereen. In doing so she replaces a system where decisions are made collectively amongst the elite with a new order, where decisions are instead made by a single all-powerful sovereign, albeit with the advice of her courtiers and subjects. This creates another front in the culture clash. If the Ghiscari Masters are honourable in dealings amongst their own class, they are obnoxious potentates when dealing with lesser citizens, and whimsical and sadistic tyrants when lording over their slaves. To them this is their right and due as the master class and they are jealous and resentful of their status. Dany’s revolution dramatically turns the tables on them. Now it is they who are subject to the arbitrary whims, orders and punishments of an unchecked sovereign:

““I want your leaders,” Dany told them. “Give them up, and the rest of you shall be spared.”

“How many?” one old woman had asked, sobbing. “How many must you have to spare us?”

“One hundred and sixty-three,” she answered.

She had them nailed to wooden posts around the plaza, each man pointing at the next.” (SoS Dany VI)

“Dany listened quietly, her face still. When he was done, she said, “What was the name of the old

“The slave?” Grazdan shifted his weight, frowning. “She was … Elza, it might have been. Or Ella.

It was six years ago she died. I have owned so many slaves, Your Grace.”

“Let us say Elza. Here is our ruling. From the girls, you shall have nothing. It was Elza who taught them weaving, not you. From you, the girls shall have a new loom, the finest coin can buy. That is for forgetting the name of the old woman.”” (DwD Dany I)

This casual violence and contempt is akin to how the superior normally treat their inferiors; ergo Dany’s court is not what the Meereenese Master class considers a legitimate regime but rather a tyranny. As their new Queen is both treacherous and illegitimate there is no reason to deal honourably with her and therefore they never do.*

Naturally all future dealings in A Dance with Dragons between Queen Daenerys and the Ghiscari Masters of Meereen and Yunkai are overflowing with loathing and bad faith. Why should it be otherwise? False promises, sneak attacks, fatal omissions, and treachery made the revolution, so how could these not become the weapons of the counter-revolution? Yet, while the war is only beginning for the Masters, Dany desperately wants it to end. Having taken autocratic power dishonorably, the Dragon Queen desires to rule honorably and justly as a good ruler should. To do this she assumes good faith on the part of her adversaries, assuming they can be appeased. So she closes her eyes, disarms herself, and gives her enemies an in to effectively overthrow her in turn, which they quickly seize. As a result her allies and followers have to resort to treachery and martial power in order to save her regime. Dany’s story arc in A Dance with Dragons is the tale of how the Masters come very close to defeating her with her own weapons.

*rather they deal honourably with the magnificent Hizdahr zo Loraq, an iconic member of their class who shares their goals but also has a few of his own, namely keeping the throne and his monopoly ownership of the fighting pits. He might also be part of some scheme involving the dragons. Hizdahr of course is deceiving Dany.

The Silver Chair

> “Leave us,” she said to the two Earthmen.  "And let none disturb us till I call, on pain of death.“  The gnomes padded away obediently, and the Witch-queen shut and locked the door.

> "How now, my lord Prince,” she said.  "Has your nightly fit not yet come upon you, or is it over so soon?  Why stand you here unbound?  Who are these aliens?  And is it they who have destroyed the chair which was your only safety?“

> Prince Rilian shivered as she spoke to him.  And no wonder: it is not easy to throw off in half an hour an enchantment which has made one a slave for ten years.  Then, speaking with a great effort, he said:

> "Madam, there will be no more need of that chair.  And you, who have told me a hundred times how deeply you pitied me for the sorceries by which I was bound, will doubtless hear with joy that they are now ended forever.  There was, it seems, some small error in your Ladyship’s way of treating them.  These, my true friends, have delivered me.  I am now in my right mind, and there are two things I will say to you.  First—as for your Ladyship’s design of putting me at the head of an army of Earthmen that so I may break out into the Overworld and there, by main force, make myself king over some nation that never did me wrong—murdering their natural lords and holding their throne as bloody and foreign tyrant—now that I know myself, I do utterly abhor and renounce it as plain villainy.  And second: I am the King’s son of Narnia, Rilian, the only child of Caspian, Tenth of that name, whom some call Caspian the Seafarer.  Therefore, Madam, it is my purpose, as it is also my duty, to depart suddenly from your Highness’s court into my own country.  Please it you to grant me and my friends safe conduct and a guide through your dark realm.”

> Now the Witch said nothing at all, but moved gently across the room, always keeping her face and eyes very steadily towards the Prince.  When she had come to a little ark set in the wall not far from the fireplace, she opened it, and took out first a handful of a green powder.  This she threw on the fire.  It did not blaze much, but a very sweet and drowsy smell came from it.  And all through the conversation which followed, that smell grew stronger, and filled the room, and made it harder to think.  Secondly, she took out a musical instrument rather like a mandolin.  She began to play it with her fingers—a steady, monotonous thrumming that you didn’t notice after a few minutes.  But the less you noticed it, the more it got into your brain and your blood.  This also made it hard to think.  After she had thrummed for a time (and the sweet smell was now strong) she began speaking in a sweet, quiet voice.

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Queens of England + Anne Neville (1456-1485)

Anne was born in 1456, the younger daughter of Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick and Lady Anne de Beauchamp. Her father was one of the most powerful noblemen in England and supported the House of York. Anne met the sons of Richard, Duke of York, George and Richard, at Middleham Castle where she spent most of her childhood.

Her father helped Edward IV win the throne in 1461 but by 1470 the two had fallen out, mostly due to Edward’s marriage. Warwick switched his allegiance to the House of Lancaster and Anne played an important role in cementing it as Margaret of Anjou was suspicious of Warwick’s motives. Anne was formally betrothed to the son of Margaret and Henry VI, Edward of Westminster. She became the Princess of Wales in December 1470 when they were married in Angers Cathedral.

Warwick succeeded in briefly restoring Henry to the throne but the king was captured and he himself was killed in March 1471 when Edward returned to England. Anne returned to England with Margaret and Prince Edward with more troops but they were soundly defeated. Prince Edward was killed and Anne was taken prisoner. She ended up in the household of her sister Isabel and her husband, George, Duke of Clarence.

Anne became the subject of a dispute between George and his brother, Richard, Duke of Gloucester. Richard wanted to marry her, but Clarence wanted the whole inheritance to which she and Isabel were heiresses. He attempted to make Anne his ward to control her inheritance and opposed any marriage. Edward IV also opposed the marriage and refused Anne safe conduct to plea her case. In circumstances that are unknown, Anne managed to escape the household and married Richard in July 1472.

After the marriage, Anne and Richard made their home in Middleham Castle. They had one child, Edward, born in 1473. Anne later took in her sister’s two children after the Duke of Clarence was executed for treason in 1478. Isabel had died in 1476 after childbirth. 

When Edward IV died in April 1483, Richard was named Lord Protector for his nephew Edward V. However, Richard had Edward and his siblings declared illegitimate and seized power as Richard III in June 1483. Anne was crowned with her husband and her son was made the Prince of Wales. Edward IV’s sons were taken to the Tower of London and never seen again. There are theories on their disappearance that include Anne’s involvement. 

In April 1484, Anne’s son unexpected died at Sheriff Hutton while both his parents were absent. His death was a personal tragedy as well as a dynastic blow since they had no other children. Rumors arose that Richard planned to divorce Anne and remarry in the hopes of gaining another heir. Instead, he named their mutual nephew, Edward, Earl of Warwick, as heir presumptive. After her death he named another nephew heir, John de la Pole, Earl of Lincoln.

Anne died less than a year after the death of her son in March 1485 from what was likely tuberculosis. The day she died, there was an eclipse which some took to be an omen of her husband’s fall from grace. She was buried in Westminster Abbey in an unmarked grave to the right of the High Altar. (x)

O Victorious Prince, most humble guardian of the Church of God and of the faithful souls, who with such charity and zeal took part in so many conflicts and gained such great victories over the enemy for the conservation and protection of the honor and glory we all owe to God, as well as for the promotion of man’s salvation; come, I pray thee, to the assistance of my soul, which continually is besieged with such great peril by its enemies, the flesh, the world, and the devil.  And as thou wast a leader for the people of Israel through the desert, so also be my faithful leader and companion through the desert of this world, until thou conduct me safely into the happy land of the living, in that blessed fatherland from which we all are exiles. Amen. - St. Aloysius Gonzaga

ok so hamilton (along with washington and lafayette) was present when benedict arnold’s treachery was discovered

after he fled his wife went into seeming hysterics, completely fell apart. and washington, hamilton, and lafayette were incredibly sympathetic as to her hardship as an innocent woman with no awareness of her husband’s misdeeds. washington gave her papers ensuring her safe conduct to philadelphia

on the way she stayed briefly at the home of a friend, in whom she confided regarding how she’d duped hamilton & co, how tired she was of pretending to be distraught, how disgusted she was with the revolutionary cause and how she had “prodded” her husband into his treason in the first place.

the reason we know all this is because that friend was theodosia provost, who later became theodosia burr, and made the story public


HISTORY MEME - FRANCE VERSION ♛ [06/06] women : Jeanne de Flandre (1295-1374)

Consort Duchess of Brittany. Daughter of Louis I, Count of Nevers and Joan, Countess of Rethel, and the sister of Louis I, Count of Flanders, she married John of Monfort in March 1329. John of Monfort claimed the title of Duke of Brittany. He went to Paris to be heard by King Philip VI of France. who imprisoned him, despite having given him a promise of safe conduct. Joanna then announced her infant son as the leader of the Montfortist faction. She mustered an army and captured Redon. From there she went to Hennebont, to prepare it for a siege. Charles of Blois duly arrived in 1342 and besieged the town. She then sent Amaury de Clisson to ask King Edward III of England for aid. This, Edward was eager to give, since he had been claiming the French crown for himself, and was therefore at odds with Philip. If he could get Brittany as an ally, this would be of great advantage for future campaigns. He prepared ships under the command of Sir Walter Manny to relieve the siege. In the siege of Hennebont, she took up arms and, dressed in armour, conducted the defence of the town, encouraging the people to fight, and urging the women to “cut their skirts and take their safety in their own hands.” When she looked from a tower and saw that the enemy camp was almost unguarded, she led three hundred men on a charge, burned down Charles’ supplies and destroyed his tents. After this she became known as “Jeanne la Flamme.” When the Blois faction realised what was happening, they cut off her retreat to the town, but she and her knights rode to Brest, drawing a portion of the Blois force with them. Having secured Brest, she gathered together extra supporters and secretly returned to Hennebont, evading the Blois forces and re-entering the town with her reinforcements. Joanna sailed to England to seek further reinforcements from King Edward, which he provided, but the English fleet was intercepted on its way to Brittany by Charles of Blois’ ally, Louis of Spain. In a hard-fought battle, the sailors and knights grappled in hand-to-hand combat as Louis’ men attempted to board Joanna’s ship. According to Froissart, Joanna fought in person “with the heart of a lion, and in her hand she wielded a sharp glaive, wherewith she fought fiercely.” When her husband died in 1345 in the midst of the war, she again became the leader of the Montfort party to protect the rights of her son John V against the House of Blois. In 1347, English forces acting on her behalf captured Charles of Blois in battle. She lived long enough to have experienced the final victory of her son John V, Duke of Brittany over the House of Blois in 1364, but she never returned to the duchy. The last mention made of the duchess and her guardian is 14 February 1374. It seems she died that year.