Medieval Things We Should Bring Back

- wearing robes with ridiculous sleeves

- wearing two fancy hats at once

- communal bread ovens

- just more land being communal in general

- making all of our books beautiful

- writing songs for the lute

- putting wild men into our architecture

- gothic buildings

- Defenestration of politicians who fail the people

Every history buff watching period dramas

<– this blogger is a proud member of the ‘digressions in 19th century literature defense squad’

wear crisp, elegant shirts. throw yourself very dramatically over a chaise longue. be the hedonistic victorian teenager of your dreams 

me looking at modern art: its ok but where is the fear of god?

i consider it a true tragedy and failure that we, as a human race, have let lavish masquerade balls go out of fashion

I appreciate the level of thought and analysis that the Good Omens fandom brings, but that post analyzing Crowley’s awful Roman outfit as a deliberate stroke of symbolic brilliance makes me wonder if the “French Revolution” scene (in which not a single thing bears any resemblance to history) was a dreadful vision given solely to the FRev fandom as punishment for our sins, because nobody who witnessed that could POSSIBLY claim that Neil Gaiman was too knowledgeable about history to make mistakes.

Preach. Also let’s not forget about the “arthurian” armour. I still wanna think that it might be a deliberate joke about how people keep setting those myths a good thousand years after they were meant to have taken place but it still hurts my sensitivities lmao. I love the costumes in this series to pieces but there are some choices that were out there

les mis au where javert is an actual inspecteur and acts according to his rank which means he has no judicial powers whatsoever, cannot arrest anyone without a written order of a mayor or another commanding authority, is hired and fired by the municipal authority which in the m-sur-m era case is the mayor, is mostly concerned with the routine urban tasks such as keeping the streets clean, checking the passports, or even assisting at the marie, absolutely does not have his own office, reports to a l’officier de paix, and is generally a very minor force with not much power in his hands which makes it even more interesting if he acknowledges his low rank yet still remains super intense and determined to Serve Society Well

if i was a pirate captain i would get a movie projector and play a movie on the big sails every friday night for my boys to kick back and enjoy some time off unless we were under attack

Pirates legit did the 16-17th century equivalent of this. When things were slow, they would put on plays, act out dramas of stories they knew, or freestyle. The most preferred model of original productions was courtroom drama: “trying” each other for piracy. The “accused” would list off their many, dramatically and humorously embellished crimes, and be equally dramatically sentenced. Sometimes there was a daring escape, sometimes just a really maudlin death scene, but a good time was had by all.

This is so wholesome to hear.

emotionally? the year is 1875 and i have tuberculosis

Charles Phillips, Kings and Queens of Britain

Post: “In the Middle Ages-”

Me: When??? WHERE?? WHICH CENTURY??? 500 AD? 1450 AD? WHICH COUNTRY? WAS THERE A COUNTRY? WHO? WHY? IN WHICH CONTEXT-

despite my many fantasies about it i just wouldn’t make it in the victorian era. i don’t have it in me. one of my close, ambiguously gay companions would tenderly brush a strand of hair back from my forehead, or hold my hand while rubbing their thumb over the back soothingly in a show of emotional support, or send me a heartfelt, affectionate letter lamenting our time apart and looking forward to our next meeting with dried flowers handpicked and pressed into the paper and i’d just end up sprawled over the nearest couch or draped languidly across my four-poster bed, letter still clutched loosely in one of my limp hands, sighing dramatically and succumbing to fits of weeping at irregular intervals until my concerned family were forced to call on the physician, who would take one look at me and instantly diagnose me with nervous hysteria, and lock me up in the attic of my own house to prevent me from inflicting myself on polite society or, even worse, writing poetry

sir, that’s my emotional support period piece

i miss the days when people would discreetly cough blood into their handkerchiefs instead of everyone always trying to be this season’s Little Miss Tuberculosis