Sure. And if you buy armor as well, don’t be stupid and forget the pants like in the picture.
It’s not good armour though. There’s a huge invitation to hack/stab into the neck/collarbone area and the chest plate is too long.
He is supposed to wear a mail collar or gorget
But he doesn’t. Because his mail shirt has a boat neck instead of a coif or hauberk. Ergo, bad armour.
Oglaf spotted!
Dangerously close to live laugh love.
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Sure it is, it gets all the horny folks to stop and read it. They come for horny and leave with Facebook advice someone posted with a minion last week.
Edit, funny enough the quote fits the Minion’s story quite well.
Tbh it feels like the survival times are just beginning
There is always survival times. Sure, some are worse than others, but there are always survival times.
This is more about the personal journey. E.g. in a system that oppresses you, hiding might be easier and less taxing than fighting it, so if you learned to hide to survive, but your goal might be to become someone who has the strength to fight that system to change it. Someone that you like as you “finally” work towards getting to a place where you can thrive.
This is a Facebook tier post but I’m in the process of changing jobs with a decent pay raise so it resonates with me.
The problem is I lost the person I wanted to be while becoming who I had to be. That person is lost to me now. 🤷🏿♀️
I feel you. Having to grieve the person you could’ve been is one the tragedies of having been forced to survive rather than live. The most difficult part of healing is somehow forging a new life in which you can thrive.
That’s something that I’ve been struggling with lately. If I structure my life around who I am right now, then the result is a routine of misery where I don’t chase anything of joy. However, if I try to build a life for the person I would like to be, I find I don’t fit inside that world, and I crumble — demoralised by overambitious burnout. The tension between the world as it is and the world as it ought to be is a tightrope that I need to somehow balance on if I want to make progress.
Solidarity, friend. You deserve better than what you have had.
I felt your comment in my bones.
“I was ashamed of myself when I realised life was a costume party and I attended with my real face.”
