#400 YEARS
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witekspicsbanknotes · 1 month ago
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POLAND -> fantasy commemorative note -> 400 years of Warsaw's community.
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kemetic-dreams · 1 year ago
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In 1830 a newspaper in North Carolina, the Newbern Sentinel, ran an article about an unpublished dictionary, titled The Cracker Dictionary. The work appears to have remained unpublished (perhaps the title had something to do with this), but in reporting on the words contained in the book’s nascent form the article provides early written evidence of a number of 19th century Americanisms. Among these is absquatulate, which is spelled with an initial O, rather than A, and defined as “to mosey, or to abscond.”
In addition to absquatulate, the reader is informed of the meaning of a number of other similar terms, many of which have retained some degree of currency in our language; flustrated (“frustrated and prostrated, greatly agitated”), rip-roarious, (���ripping and tearing”), and fitified (“subject to fits”) have seen enough continued use that we define them in our Unabridged Dictionary. Other words contained in this never-realized dictionary, such as ramsquaddled (“rowed up salt river”) and spontinaceously (“of one’s own accord”) appear to have been lost with the passage of time.
Two of the loafers, we understand, were yesterday taken and committed to prison; the other has absquatulated. — The Times-Picayune (New Orleans, Louisiana), 13 June 1837
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Cracker, sometimes cracka or white cracker, is a racial epithet directed towards white people, used especially with regard to poor rural whites in the Southern United States. Although commonly a pejorative, it is also used in a neutral context, particularly in reference to a native of Florida or Georgia (see Florida cracker and Georgia cracker)
The exact history and etymology of the word is debated.
The term is "probably an agent noun  from the word crack. The word crack was later adopted into Gaelic as the word craic meaning a "loud conversation, bragging talk" where this interpretation of the word is still in use in Ireland, Scotland, and Northern England today.
The historical derivative of the word craic and its meaning can be seen as far back as the Elizabethan era (1558–1603) where the term crack could be used to refer to "entertaining conversation" (one may be said to "crack" a joke or to be "cracking wise") The word cracker could be used to describe loud braggarts; An example of this can be seen in William Shakespeare's King John (c. 1595) "What cracker is this same that deafs our ears with this abundance of superfluous breath?"
The word was later documented describing a group of "Celtic immigrants, Scotch-Irish people who came to America running from political circumstances in the old world". This usage is illustrated in a 1766 letter to the Earl of Dartmouth which reads:
I should explain to your Lordship what is meant by Crackers; a name they have got from being great boasters; they are a lawless set of rascalls on the frontiers of Virginia, Maryland, the Carolinas, and Georgia, who often change their places of abode.
The label followed the Scotch-Irish American immigrants, who were often seen by officials as "unruly and ill-mannered" The use of the word is further demonstrated in official documents, where the Governor of Florida said,
'We don't know what to do with these crackers—we tell them to settle this area and they don't; we tell them not to settle this area and they do'
By the early 1800s, those immigrants "started to refer to themselves that way as a badge of honor" as is the case with other events of linguistical reappropriation.
The compound corn-cracker was used of poor white farmers (by 1808), especially from Georgia, but also extended to residents of northern Florida, from the cracked kernels of corn which formed a staple food of this class of people. This possibility is given in the 1911 edition of Encyclopædia Britannica, but the Oxford English Dictionary says a derivation of the 18th-century simplex cracker from the 19th-century compound corn-cracker is doubtful. A "cracker cowboy" with his Florida Cracker Horse and dog by Frederic Remington, 1895
It has been suggested that white slave foremen in the antebellum South were called "crackers" owing to their practice of "cracking the whip" to drive and punish slaves. Whips were also cracked over pack animals, so "cracker" may have referred to whip-cracking more generally. According to An American Glossary (1912):
The whips used by some of these people are called 'crackers', from their having a piece of buckskin at the end. Hence the people who cracked the whips came to be thus named.
Another possibility, which may be a modern folk etymology, supposes that the term derives from "soda cracker", a type of light wheat biscuit which dates in the Southern US to at least the Civil War. The idea has possibly been influenced by "whitebread", a similar term for white people. "Soda cracker" and even "white soda cracker" have become extended versions of "cracker" as an epithet
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A 1783 pejorative use of crackers specified men who "descended from convicts that were transported from Great Britain to Virginia at different times, and inherit so much profligacy from their ancestors, that they are the most abandoned set of men on earth".
Benjamin Franklin, in his memoirs (1790), referred to "a race of runnagates and crackers, equally wild and savage as the Indians" who inhabit the "desert[ed] woods and mountains".
In his 1964 speech "The Ballot or the Bullet", Malcolm X used the term "cracker" in reference to white people in a pejorative context. In one passage, he remarked, "It's time for you and me to stop sitting in this country, letting some cracker senators, Northern crackers and Southern crackers, sit there in Washington, D.C., and come to a conclusion in their mind that you and I are supposed to have civil rights. There's no white man going to tell me anything about my rights."
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temporal-nebula · 7 months ago
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worldwide-blackfolk · 11 months ago
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400 years. Time’s up. ⌛️✊🏾🤙🏾
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joshmcgary · 1 year ago
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EXODUS‬ ‭3‬:‭9‬-‭22‬ ‭
”Look! The cry of the people of Israel has reached me, and I have seen how harshly the Egyptians abuse them. Now go, for I am sending you to Pharaoh. You must lead my people Israel out of Egypt.” But Moses protested to God, “Who am I to appear before Pharaoh? Who am I to lead the people of Israel out of Egypt?” God answered, “I will be with you. And this is your sign that I am the one who has…
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its-not-a-pen · 2 years ago
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first day as a small-town sherif and you discover that some of the convicts you're transporting managed to escape in the night and since the penalty for letting prisoners escape is death, and the penalty for being late because you were looking for escaped prisoners is also death, you decide to free ALL of them and go hide out in the wilderness for a bit, except the convicts are super grateful so they make you their leader and it turns out they're decent guys who were exploited by a tyrannical government, so long story short you're crowd-sourcing for a peasant uprising and would anyone like to chip in?
3650th day and due to a series of unforeseen events you are now the emperor and founder of the han dynasty.
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sabellart · 4 months ago
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armand, amadeo, arun
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emmathe82nd · 2 months ago
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I love that Dan’s go to way to describe his relationship with Phil is the tortoise metaphor. Like he’s never going to be normal and say “we’re friends” or even “he’s my boyfriend” because that’s too simple, to normal, they’re “more than just romantic,” “actual soulmates” so people need to understand they don’t have a normal relationship with each other no, they’re not married they’re 400 year old tortoises which is so much more devastating. He keeps bringing this up, this is the 4th interview I know of that he’s said it in, I think we need to make him some more tortoise fan art.
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esora247 · 4 months ago
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the poor qing jing peak lord looking like he's been mauled every morning...
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egophiliac · 2 years ago
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oh, uh, this...this isn't Silver's backstory after all.
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icarusredwings · 5 months ago
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Thinking about Logan forgetting that he IS infact gay sometimes. This man was born in the 1800s and has been in toxic masculine places for a very long time. Is the army pretty gay? Yes. But you aren't allowed to admit it or say it.
Logan: Why the fuck am I on the pride months staff member list? *shakes around paper*
Jubilee: *Blinks* ..... ??
Logan: *Crosses arms* Does it look like I'm gay!?
Jubilee: *slowly reaches for phone* Mr. Howlett Please come to the events organizer office
Logan: ?? Im right here.
Wade: *shows up* You called, Firefly? Oh hi pumpkin!
Jubilee: *Gestures to Wade* Is this not your husband?
Logan: And?
Wade: Ohhh is this about the thing in the closet? Look I swear I locked it!!
Jubilee: Im going to have Jean erase my memory of you ever saying that. Logan.... Is that your husband?
Logan: Yes??
Jubilee: Then you're gay.
Logan: No, im not!
Wade: YEAH!! He's bisexual.
Jubilee: Logan... Do you like men?
Logan: No! What do I look like a southern pansy?
Wade: YEA- wait.... what??
Wade and Jubilee: Should... should we tell him?
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balleater · 6 months ago
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it's pretty funny actually how ludinus uses his age as proof that he knows what he's talking about when the bright queen is older than him by at least a few centuries and that doesn't seem to change the fact he has absolutely no respect for her and her experiences
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utilitycaster · 3 months ago
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I think the two most obvious foils for Ludinus Da'leth across all of Critical Role are Essek and Keyleth, which is both fascinating given how different those two characters are from each other (Essek being a foil in terms of isolation, single-mindedness, harm in the name of ambition, knowledge, and other such wizard themes; Keyleth being a foil in terms of people who have lost something at a young age to the gods and bear resentment for it, political leadership, belief that the world belongs to mortalkind, and longevity) but also it's extremely funny that they both are the partners of Liam's character.
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roseworth · 2 months ago
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based on a convo with my brother
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alysscoven · 7 months ago
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most normal siblings
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vandrs · 11 days ago
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it wasn't abnormal to end up in a scuffle. or for that to turn into a full blown brawl. but he'd been doing better at defusing most of those these days. since the last drop was really is, wanted it to be at least on quiet nights, an easy going place. it was a damn tuesday, nobody wanted wanted derogatory bullshit spewed their way. so he'd been forced to intervene. dish towel tossed over his shoulder as he forced himself between the disgruntled patrons. and things went to shit quickly.
vander had grabbed one of the offenders by the scruff of the neck only to be shoved roughly by the other. things transpired quickly then, and before knew he'd been knocked into a table. he barely noted the knock of the glass against his head, the dig of the table causing him far more pain. only when he looks up and sees the rest of the altercation handled does he fully sink to the floor. more so in r e s i g n a t i o n than anything else. he blinks to himself, not noticing the heat of blood on his forehead from where the glass had pierced his skin. hmm, maybe it had been a bit hard of a hit than he'd realized after the wind was knocked out of him.
eyes focus when he feels the light fingers in is hair, meeting silco's gaze. “ yeah, i'm good, ” he replies easily, “ you know i've gotta thick skull. ”
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He rolls the coin between forefinger and thumb, thinking loud enough to be heard above the din in the last drop. Piltover is getting bold, greedy. He know their body counts. Always does. He has ears all over Zaun; many in places they most certainly should not be. They must do something. They must. He's madly scribbling down ideas in cypher, code that only he and one other knows, when there's a ruckus behind him. In a bar, such scuffles are common, and Silco almost doesn't look up from his rambling scrawl until he hears someone scream. He doesn't even remember standing up, shoving his chair from the bar hard enough that it clatters over and he's moving across the room to see a pack of thugs and one of his men. Dead. Not good. Everything is a blur of color and sound, too many moving pieces to really register. Except one distinct moment: the sound of a bottle shattering and Vander's pained grunt. He moves like a wild cat, spitting and hissing as he throws himself at the back of the guy with the broken bottle in his hand. He doesn't even know where the rage comes from, but he pulls a switchblade and pushes it into the thug's neck up to the hilt. He can feel tendons snap, his head lolls to one side. The body falls in a heap, and Silco is standing over it like a poster boy for war. A statue of victory. The others turn and run, as well as they can, and Silco is immediately at Vander's side. Fine fingers brush glass out of his hair, looking to see if any shards are stuck in his scalp. "Someone get that corpse out of here!" He barks it like an order, and someone drags the thug's body outside. Theres so much blood on the floor, and he's kneeling in it. It soaks the knees of his trousers, but he isn't looking at that. He doesn't care. What he cares about is under his hands. There's an irritated hiss in the way he checks Vander over, a fine electric crackle to his skin. He is angry. So. Very. Angry. "Are you alright, @vandrs ?"
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