#{{ W.E.W.

[littletroubledgrrrl]

Rhaka Khan was so much prettier than Velvet Sky, Angelina Love and Madison Rayne.

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NATIONAL BUSINESS LEADER, KYRA RÉNEL HARDWICK, RECEIVES PRESTIGIOUS NATIONAL ENTREPRENEURIAL AWARD HONORING WOMEN OF COLOR

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Highlights from The Women Elevating Women 2024WARD Conference in Philadelphia September 11-13! Phenomenal!

The W.E.W 2024WARD Conference in Philly from Sept 11-13 was absolutely phenomenal! From the meet & greet to the Entrepreneurial Women of Impact Awards, keynote speakers, and powerful panel discussions, every moment was incredible!Huge kudos to Betty Hines and the entire WEW Crew team for hosting another breakout conference of the year! Held at the WEITZMAN National Museum of American Jewish…

[asailorsdrunkeneulogy]

William Elliott Whitmore || Porchlight

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1725. William Elliott Whitmore - W.E.W. (Latitudes - 2005)

Bluegrass country à la sauce moderne et tatouages.

Sometimes Our Dreams Float Llike Anchors

Discogs

[awfully-sadistic]

Unwell

I ripped this shit from the song I was currently listening to; it doesn’t have to make seeeeense. Byeeeeee.

All day, staring at the ceiling  making friends with shadows on my wall.

The room had to be dark. That was the right “temperature” ... so to speak, in Patrick O’Brian’s mind. Perhaps he meant “setting the mood” but who knew? Nothing had to make sense except for the way he knew how things worked. Anyone could tell you that things didn’t work the same way in his head as they functioned in the real world. But that’s alright. It didn’t have to make sense to the others.

And with just the right amount of light, it makes this the prime condition to put on his show.

“Are you... are you watching?” he asked, his voice hitched with anticipation. The flicking of the candle cast such eerie shadows on his ever changing appearance as he seemingly stretches and snaps back to original form. His goggles were aimed at her but his neck was in such an unnatural angle, he looked something out of a horror movie.

Dot wasn’t certain if he knew how to sit still but she nodded, smiling in the dim of the light and not at all bothered.“Yep!”

Patrick was a peculiar man. Many of the heroes she overheard speak about him deemed him too “unpredictable” to entrust with matters of importance and sitting in this darkened room with him, she might have been inclined to agree. Patrick was wrapped around her like some sort of safety harness but in reality, it was to ensure she didn’t run away from him. 

She was inclined to agree with the unpredictability. Not that he would necessarily bring her any harm. She could have told him holding her down was not necessary but... Dot was enjoying herself, too. Patrick was giving her one of the best hugs she ever had in her life.

Then, Patrick started to do funny things with his hands. Behind him, the shadows cast shapes that danced together to form scenes or animals, interacting with each other.

He was putting on a shadow puppet show for her.

It was a magical show, the many things he could do with his hands. He wasn’t necessarily skilled with actually making shapes the traditional way. Patrick was able to actually transform his hand into the animals instead of manipulating the shadows.

Was it cheating? Perhaps. But it was really fun.

Dot laughed and she would have clapped along if he hadn’t wrapped himself so tightly around her that her arms were glued to her sides. 

“They’re wonderful, Patrick!” she cooed with affection.

Was she his prisoner? Well, Dot wasn’t too sure about that. In the Haus, there really wasn’t such a thing. In Patrick’s head? Perhaps he rationalized this way to be the only way to get Dot’s attention.

She didn’t mind that either.

[diamondsnowflakes]

I cope by writing poetry. So I wrote an elegy today. It might not be perfect, but I’m gonna post it here anyways as a tribute.

Technoblade Never Dies

The night the world was told

The sky was a summer storm

Even the gods mourned

The soul that could take them on

Their fierce warrior was bound in their minds for Valhalla

And Olympus would warmly welcome him

As we kept you close with nostalgia

Of the way in your footsteps, your legacy bloomed

The Blood God

The man who, even while he nursed his wounds

Forged ten million smiles and laughs

And gave all he could

So the opponent would never be the one

To end the fight while he stood.

by W.E.W.

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Close-up view of the upper stories of the Union Guardian Building during construction. The building was also known as the Guardian Building and the Union Trust Building. Printed on front: "Union Trust Building. Owners: New Union Building Company. Location: Griswold & Congress Streets, Detroit, Mich. No. 102. Date: 10-22-28. Architect: Smith, Hinchman & Grylls. Consulting architect: Donaldson & Meier. Building construction: W.E. Wood Company. S.H. & G. file no. 5776. W.E.W. Co. file no. 750. Photo by Manning Bros. 10-22-28, 94367."

Courtesy of the Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

[aldozyd1]

Once again, words of wisdom from w.e.w..

[hashtagloveloses]

So I also commented this— Dramione is also poisonous for similar but Even Worse reasons in my opinion. He literally uses the equivalent of a racist slur often towards her and is straight-up horrible to her. And don't even get me started on the grossest one that I am disgusted by when I stumbled on it on tumblr one day... Snermione. Snape and Hermione. And they don't even ship the of-age Hermione with him either. Ew. ew.ew..ew.w..w.e.w

DONT EVNE GET ME STARTED BOI!!!!!!

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W.E.W - 2006 Cable TV Midnight Show Chnnl 98

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Women Elevating Women Presents The 4th Annual Conference Collaborative Pathways, Washington, D.C., September 13th-15th, 2022

The conference was phenomenal AGAIN this year! It was hosted by J.P.Morgan CHASE. I attended the event on Wednesday at the beautiful J.P.Morgan CHASE/Bowen Building in Washington, DC. Wow…dynamic women speaking truth to power about their biz, nonprofits, and the true spirit of collaboration...in full effect! Kudos to Betty Hines, W.E.W. Founder & CEO, and the team for an outstanding job! They are…

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W.E.W - 2006 Cable TV Midnight Show Chnnl 98

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W.E.W - 2006 Cable TV Midnight Show Chnnl 98

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Before I let my night go too far away from me, I started working on something yesterday. Still, uninspired, I went for the thing we had been doing recently. Reading comics and I had attempted to throw something in there for Dot on account of her feelings towards Civil War, but I ran out of steam and I have no idea where I want to take this.

So, I thought I’d post it here ANYWAY and come back to it--as long as I wrote, right?

The Day the Civil War Stood Still

 At the beginning, they stood there talking about the atrocities this war would bring. They pointed at each other and both came up with two significant reasons to fight—both ended up with the same conclusion in which they would both fight for the prevention of loss.

Prevention of the loss of family, friends, and their livelihood.

Prevention in the loss of rights, freedom, and to pursue said livelihood.

The hardest part was being unable to tell which side was wrong and which side was right. In this war, there was no clear reasoning to apply to either side and with certainty, without a doubt, declare one side a winner.

Unfortunately, it just meant that both sides were to become losers.

Perhaps we were lucky that they started with conversations or perhaps unlucky because if they had started fighting, it would have ended quicker instead of coming to the halting blow Dot would know had to come into fruition one day. The young woman felt herself standing in the middle as they spoke about what this war would cost, what it would take away, and what it meant for two sides fighting this inevitable outcome.

Inevitable.

It was a word they both used to denote that it was to come, whether or not they wanted it to. It was a sure thing at this point and unavoidable. A head to the issue between superheroes and civilians was inevitable. Action was called for, to prevent such a catastrophe from ever happening again, inevitable. Choosing sides was inevitable. Both sides having casualties, inevitable. Families and friendships torn apart, inevitable. A winner and a loser, inevitable.

Both of them stood on their side of the line and were able to stand in front of each other as former colleagues and former friends, and they stared each other in the eye and they yelled and shouted, howled and hissed, punched and kicked about what side was right and which side was wrong.

There was no right side. There was no wrong side.

Or perhaps the side that was wrong was the unseen third party, the one really behind the scenes pulling the strings and manipulating the hero and civilian emotions into a whirlwind that everyone got caught into, leaving a path of destruction in its wake.

Dot wanted to tell them, stop, look at what you’re doing—look at how all that you’ve been building will get caught up in that whirlwind and break apart and you can’t go back. You can’t go back and rebuild something to how it used to be; you get pretty damn close but it wouldn’t be the same building. But their voices drowned her out and by the time Dot’s voice had been heard, it was hoarse and she was merely whispering.

She was mad for a long time.

--

So, she decided to do something about it.

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Victor von Doom had, more or less, no need to try to rule his beloved country of Latveria with the iron fist he had been so used to doing since he wasn’t ever home. That didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of anything that happened while he wasn’t there; one of his Doombots stood in for him ruling there while he tried his damnedest to exert some foothold in ruling the Haushold, too. It was a most difficult task considering his attempts were thwarted knowingly by the Avengers and Fantastic Four (and unknowingly by the Patriarchs) on a daily basis.

But Doctor Doom was not needed now. Well, if one were to ask Dot, he were needed all the time but… she preferred him NOT to be around while she snuck into Latveria—who was she kidding, another ten minutes (or seconds), Doom will be alerted to her presence on the continent anyway!—and tried to find that convenient little TIME MACHINE he had.

Oh yes.

Time machine.

A time machine Dot desperately needed.

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Please keep in mind that this was very rough and I wasn’t sure what I was talking about. Like I said, I might do something with it later. But for now, I hope this can count for “Write Every Week” ugh.