#Prince hasan

[shivroygirls]

roy siblings, part II

jane austen / hasan minhaj / true blue by boygenius / the burial at thebes: a version of sophocles' antigone by seamus heaney / outgrow by lewis watson / the darjeeling limited directed by wes anderson / rule #4: fish in a birdcage by tom dobrzanski / greywaren by maggie stiefvater / antigonick by anne carson / i'll give you the sun by jandy nelson / the darjeeling limited directed by wes anderson / after abel by dante émile / matthew 18:15, the bible / the prince of egypt produced by gavin greenaway / all the bells say, succession / song for sasha banks by the mountain goats / all the bells say, succession / unknown source / all the bells say, succession.

+ bonus:

after abel by dante émile.

[fanwarriorfictions]

Help Me, Help You - Part Ten

Fenrys x f!Reader

Summary- Setting off to the Tavan mountains. Fenrys isn’t a fan of flying and Y/n confides in a friend.

Warnings- none! For once.

Series Masterlist

Part Ten

   “How did he make it to the Tavans so fast?” 

   Kashin’s voice fills the room as Fenrys stalks in to the high tower where the two massive Ruks sat impatiently, his and Y/n’s bags hoisted over his shoulders. Despite what he knew, there was a simmering rage beneath his skin at the sight of the prince that he forced down. Just because he and Y/n hadn’t done anything doesn’t mean the prince hadn’t wanted to, Fenrys was more than sure Kashin had wanted to.

   “Vaughan is a tricky bastard,” Fenrys explains so Sartaq was spared his brother’s incessant questions, “He did the same disappearing act on me in Fenharrow a few months back, there were sightings of him leading to Ardalan, I’d followed the trail only for it to dead end, low and behold, he was already on a ship to Wendlyn.”

   Kashin eyes him, the missing scar on his cheek, but the prince kept his mouth shut about that at least, no doubt he’d already been told by one of the many servants in his employ, “So he planted sightings of himself?”

   “Don’t ask me how he does it,” Fenrys grumbles, handing over the two packs to Sartaq to strap onto the ruks, “Ask the male himself when I drag his slippery ass back here in a few weeks.”

   He doesn’t tell the prince that he isn’t sure Vaughan will even come back with them, he hopes to hell that he does, not only because Fenrys wants the male to come to Terrasen, but because he knows that it will destroy Y/n if he says no. Fenrys refuses to let that happen, he won’t allow it, even if he has to drag the male kicking and screaming behind the ruks. 

   Nesryn and Y/n walk through the door and Fenrys has to hold back a growl as Kashin’s eyes dart down Y/n’s leather clad body. It’s a similar suit to the one she’d worn when they first met, hugging every curved line of her body, he’d cursed the heat of Antica for the disappearance of that outfit. The type of female to make men crawl for her, he remembers thinking when he saw her that first time, in another life he’d thought then, he was starting to think that might end up being this life. 

   “Vaughan never lost hide and seek,” Y/n says, smiling at the memory, “that could be because he’s just really good at it, or the fact that I was a child and he was a centuries old warrior.”

   Fenrys grins at the image of a child sized Y/n ordering her brother to play hide and seek with her. He can see her little fists on her hips, that look in her cat eyes that promised hell if Vaughan didn’t comply.

   “I think it may just be the first one,” Sartaq laughs, “Your brother proves to be a master.”

   “You gave him too much practice,” Kashin jokes, his gaze still roaming over her.

   Y/n walks further into the room, coming to stand directly beside Fenrys, which inflates his fae sized ego a little bit, perhaps a lot when the prince’s eyes narrow at him. 

   “Have you ever flown before?” Y/n asks Fenrys, watching Sartaq and Nesryn prepare their rides.

   Fenrys nods once, “it wasn’t exactly pleasant. I like the ground.”

   “Most people do,” Sartaq says, “But unless you wish to leave Vaughan in the clutches of my hearth sister for much longer, I suggest we go my way.”

   Fenrys winces at the thought, Borte gave Hasan a run for her money when it came to the sheer will. If there was an answer she wanted out of the male, she would get it, and Fenrys could only imagine the slew of questions she had for him. 

   “Let’s put poor Vaughan out of his misery,” Fenrys nods, motioning Y/n towards Nesryn and her Ruk, Salkhi, “After you.”

   Y/n would ride with Nesryn, and Fenrys would be stuck with Sartaq and his slew of questions. He’d decided that he wouldn’t subject Y/n to the busybody prince right after Nesryn had told Fenrys they would fly out as soon as possible, he also decided that he didn’t want to watch her hold onto the prince, even if said prince was married and wouldn’t dream of anyone else, especially considering his wife’s skill with a bow. The fae territorial instinct in him was a pain in the ass, especially now after everything that had happened, the kiss, the sight of her in his shirt, the secrets he’d shared, the words she’d given him.

   You’ll be worthy of it. Gods he wanted to be.

   “Fly safe,” Kashin says as they each mount, his eyes locked on Y/n, “I’ll see you when you get back?”

   She nods, and Fenrys goes still, watching her give the prince a slight smile that only lingers for a second, a second to long in his eyes. Sartaq laughs beneath his breath as he nudges Kadara towards their exit, towards the vast expanse of Antica far below them.

   “Shut up,” Fenrys warns.

   “I didn’t say anything,” Sartaq says.

   They are soaring through the sky before Fenrys can growl at the prince.

   Y/n didn’t mind the flying, that probably had more to do with Nesryn and Salkhi, who flew level and warned her before they changed directions. Unlike Sartaq and Kadara who looked like they were trying to give Fenrys a heart attack. She could hear the loud shouts and cursing even over the wind howling in her ears. 

   She laughs as Kadara nearly rolls completely over to maneuver closer to the other Ruk who tuts at the antics of the prince and his mount.

   “If you drop me we will be having chicken for dinner,” Fenrys growls, the threat is empty, “I don’t care that your rider is the crown prince, your feathers will make a nice blanket.”

   In response, Kadara dives sharply, causing a loud snarl to rip from Fenrys. Y/n laughs, throwing her head back and Nesryn in front of her chuckles, shaking her head at her husband.

   “I don’t know if he’ll get back on after we camp tonight,” Y/n says, leaning over to watch Kadara level out far below them, her fae sight gifts her the image of Fenrys smacking the back of Sartaq’s laughing head.

   “He will,” Nesryn says, throwing a smile over her shoulder, “He needs to let out some steam, my husband decided to practice some flight maneuvers he picked up from Manon to do just that.”

   Y/n felt her smile falter, “Thank you, I don’t know how much he told you-“

   “Nothing,” she says, “Neither of them, your secrets are your own, just as much as his are. If you want me to know them, then you’ll have to tell me, yourself.”

   Y/n felt incredibly grateful for the woman, for giving her that choice, and surprisingly, she felt herself wanting to tell Nesryn. She’d never had a friend, not really, until Fenrys had waltzed into her life, or she into his. The village was sparse, mostly comprised of Demi fae who had no use for Doranelle or Mistward, but were unwelcome in human company. And even then, she refused to make a connection with any of them longer than necessary, in fear that one day one would find themselves at the mercy of Maeve, and her secrets would be exposed. 

   Some part of her longed for connection, she had that on some level with Fenrys, but that was different, that was strange and forming into something she couldn’t name, she wanted a friend, and Nesryn was there, reaching out a hand. Y/n reached back.

   “The height doesn’t scare me as much as water does,” she begins, and she tells her everything.

   They make camp when there is barely any sunlight left in the sky, and Fenrys forces himself to keep his distance from Y/n and Nesryn. He’d heard bits of their conversation, unable to stop himself when he heard her speaking of her life in her village, like a moth to a flame, drifting wherever she went. He’d only stopped listening when Y/n had started talking about her first cycle, how she’d felt like she was dying and no one was there to help her through it.

   So he and Sartaq worked to set up camp, leaving them by the tents to collect firewood and dinner. 

   “Do you want to talk about it?” Sartaq says as they trudge through the dark woods.

   “About what?” Fenrys huffs, still royal pissed at the prince for the flight lessons.

   “You know what,” said prince says softly, enough that Fenrys knows exactly what he means.

   He doesn’t want to talk about it, the scar and how it came to disappear, but he could still feel the aching relief he’d felt earlier when he’d told Y/n why the scar had stayed, perhaps he needed to talk about it, maybe that was how he started to heal. Even if it sounds like some bullshit Yrene would repeat from her lessons at the Torre.

   “It’s alright,” Fenrys says, wincing at the obvious lie, “It’s not but I know it will be in time, I have to believe that.”

   “It will be,” Sartaq nods, his eyes finding his wife and Y/n across the small clearing as they approach, “You’re not alone in this, fate has the ability to bring you exactly what and who you need when you need it.”

   Fenrys doesn’t mock his friend for the philosophical bullshit, mostly because he was starting to believe it. Even with the gods long gone, there was still a force in this world that moved them like pieces on a chess board. Perhaps the Wyrd had plans for him yet. Maybe those plans had to do with the keen eyed female sitting beside the fire.

   “What are you ladies talking about?” Sartaq asks as they near the two, dropping his arm full of wood beside them.

   There’s a proud look in Y/n’s eyes as she nods towards the fire. She started it, he realizes, and pride fills his chest as he smiles back at her. He settles into the spot beside her, content to let Sartaq deal with the fire wood after everything the prince put him through. Fenrys can feel her warmth beside him, and it soothes some of his fried nerves. 

   “Y/n here is confident she could teach me to ice skate,” Nesryn laughs, “I fear I’ve never mixed well with ice.”

   “You would be brilliant, my love,” Sartaq laughs, giving a small shake of his head to Fenrys.

   Y/n laughs when Nesryn narrows her gaze at her husband, and Fenrys feels his grin grow at the sound. He leans back on his hands, looking her over, still appreciating those flight leathers Nesryn had dug out for her. 

   “You’ll have to teach me someday,” he tells her, “There’s a huge lake not far from Orynth, freezes near solid all winter long.”

   It felt like a deeper offer, one he’d hoped to make to her and her brother, to come to Terrasen with him, come home with him. Fenrys watches her warily, suddenly nervous that he’d made the offer to soon, that she would say no and he would have to leave her in that little cottage in the middle of nowhere, or worse she’d stay in Antica and explore the world without him, with someone else.

   She eyes him, those eyes picking him apart like they had from the start, seeing past all the bullshit, “I will.’

   It was more than just ice skating that she was agreeing to, and when she smiles at him, he knows that she knows that, and she isn’t scared of that agreement, not in the slightest.

   “I’ll be your best pupil yet, kitten,” he grins, throwing that charm into his smirking lips.

   There’s a gleam of mischief in her eyes as she leans closer to him, he doesn’t miss the glance she takes towards his mouth, if his friends weren’t beside them, talking quietly between themselves, Fenrys may have leaned even closer, might have taken her onto his lap again to continue what had only just begun earlier. It didn’t scare him like it should, like it had for the past several months, like it had the past weeks with her, he wanted it, wanted her.

   “I’m sure you’ll be as graceful as a newborn pup,” she says with that snark she seemed to reserve just for him.

   Fenrys tilts his head back and laughs.

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[mystic-writings]

THE ARCHIVE

aka. the character graveyard

��� owen patrick joyner !

exposed, insecure

— julie molina !

you are loved

— luke patterson !

without you, green eyed boy, you're my yellow, sound of music, he understands me, you'll never love me [pt.1], worth the wait [pt. 2]

— reggie peters !

right here, right now, forever, t.l.c. (tender love and care), hide and seek, cinderella, heartbreak girl, school project, how i met your mother, olivia's first day, slipping through my fingers (sister!reader)

— mitch rapp !

lend a hand, lattes & sharpie markers, snowed in, 'till death do we part, being stan's daughter and secretly dating mitch would include..., coffee shop au moodboard

— stiles stilinski !

destination weddings, ghosts

— george weasley !

too late

— remus lupin !

kids in the summer [pt. 1], kids in the summer [pt. 2]

— rick flag !

for the best

— wilbur soot/will gold !

the heartbreak anthology [series], flowers in your hair (sunlight in my eyes) [pt. 1], remember me (remember your love) [pt. 2], tangled up (in strings of emotion)

— tommyinnit !

rainy day

— hasanabi/hasan piker !

cold hands, his clothes

— edmund pevensie !

surfaced feelings

— peter pevensie !

slipping through my fingers

— prince caspian !

just friends, bar fights & bandages

— bellamy blake !

promises broken & promises kept, sky full of stars memories, i still love you, among the stars

— carl grimes !

solo run

— evan buckley !

early appearances, lifeline

— jack hodgins !

emergency contact

[blueiscoool]

Over 50 Royal Seals Unearthed in Turkey

Archaeological excavations in Kayalıpınar, a Hittite city in the Yildizeli district of Sivas in the eastern part of the Central Anatolia region of Türkiye, have unearthed over 50 seal impressions from royal family members, including princes, scribes, and local temple lords.

Among the notable finds is the seal of a prince named HattusaRuntiya, which means “Protector of Hattusa,” the ancient Hittite capital. Other seals include Pihaya, a scribe thought to have served Queen Puduhepa, and ArmaTarupasani, a Moon God servant.

Originally a small market for Assyrian merchants, Samuha developed into a prominent trading center in the 18th century BC. The site yielded numerous epigraphic finds and has been identified as the Empire period Hittite city of Samuha. Excavations have shown that Kayalıpınar was an important settlement during the pre-Hittite and Hittite Kingdom periods.

Archeologists Vuslat Karpe and Andreas Muller-Karpe from Germany’s University of Marburg also excavated in Kayalıpınar from 2005 to 2019. With the permission of the Ministry of Culture and Tourism, the new period excavations in the area continue under the direction of Koç University Archaeology and Art History Department Faculty Member Assoc. Prof. Dr. Çiğdem Maner.

Head of Excavation Assoc. Prof. Dr. Çiğdem Maner, AA correspondent, said that the excavations carried out in Kayalıpınar for the last 2 years determined that there was uninterrupted settlement from the Palaeolithic Age to the Seljuk period.

Maner highlighted the architectural discoveries at the site, noting that structures from the Assyrian trade colonies, Hittite, Roman, and Byzantine periods have been unearthed.

“We continued excavating the Hittite administrative building from last year, uncovering more seal impressions. These findings are crucial in reevaluating the history of the Hittite royal family,” said Maner.

The team also discovered new discoveries from various stages of Hittite architecture, a Roman road, and Byzantine-era structures, along with evidence of a significant fire that destroyed buildings from the Assyrian trade colonies era.

“The cuneiform tablets and hieroglyphic seal impressions uncovered here are among the most significant findings,” said Professor Hasan Peker, a Hittitologist from Istanbul University.

The team is currently working in a destroyed archive room, where they found seals belonging to high-ranking officials and members of the royal family.

“Since last season, over 50 seal impressions have been uncovered. This year, we found numerous seals bearing the names of princes, who were either connected to the royal family through marriage or blood ties,” said Peker.

“These seals are not only valuable for confirming the existence of these historical figures, but they also provide essential data on the Hittite administrative system,” explained Peker.

The seals were used to authenticate economic and administrative documents, solidifying Kayalipinar’s importance in Hittite governance.

These discoveries have provided fresh insight into the Hittite royal ancestry and the city’s important function in the governance of the empire.

By Oguz Buyukyildirim.

[princegaza]

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GOFUNDME

🍉 🍉 🍉 Hello amazing Tumblr community, 🌹���🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

I appeal to Ahmed the Palestinian @90-ghost to re-authenticate Baba’s account on the new tumblr account, Prince Gaza, after closing the old account registered in the name of Amjad Al-Shaltawi, and to republish so that we can reunite the family, reach the goal, and escape the genocidal war in Palestine.

Thank you to all of you, friends and free people of the world.

they have been verified on @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi list of vetted fundraisers here (#250, line 254)

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[haitianempress]

The plot twists in this story oh my

So the Soydan's descended from Esme and Radu's children. Meaning that Vlad's brother's blood is in Mehmed's great, great, many great nephew Ezel!! So Ezel is a descendant of an Ottoman Empire princess and Wallachia prince and also the reincarnation of Prince Hasan! So both Vlad and Mehmed are Ezel's great (many times) uncles 😭

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

Now that I have your attention:

[forgotten-bharat]

Let's talk about the idolized Aurangzeb. What he did and why is he considered great?

We will be focusing on the destruction of temples and hindu genocide done by him to debunk claims deny that this.

By the order of Aurangzeb (1645 AD) according to Mirãt-i-Ahmadî, Temple of Chintaman situated close to Sarashpur (Gujarat) and built by Sitaldas jeweller was converted into a mosque named Quwwat-ul-lslam (might of Islam) (1645 AD.) A cow was slaughtered to 'solemnize' the 'ceremony'.

Slaughtering a cow was a heinous choice, cow being one of the holiest animal in Hinduism. As well as, Hinduism prohibits animal slaughter, to do it right where their place of worship used to be where now stands a Mosque was simply to mock and destroy the souls of the indigenous population. The Pandits and Cows were always their main targets.

This was done before he even became the king, he was just a prince at this point.

When he became the king he sent Mir Jumla on an expedition to Cooch Bihar. Mir Jumla demolished ALL temples in that city and erected mosques in their stead. The general himself wielded a battle-axe to break the image of Narayana.

Mirãt-i-Ahmadî continues, In 1666 AD, he ordered the faujdar of Mathura to remove a stone railing which had been presented by Dara Shukoh to the temples of Keshav Rai. He explained: “In the Muslim faith it is a sin even to look at a temple and this Dara had restored a railing in a temple!”

You can still argue that Islamic Colonization simply had a political motif and not a religious one, if that would have been the case, none of the indigenous people would have been harmed, none of them would have been forcefully converted, their heritage would not have been destroyed right in front of their eyes, their schools and texts would have been burned. This is downright evil and was done in the name of Allah by all the Mughal tyrants.

“The richly jewelled idols taken from the infidel temples were transferred to Agra and placed beneath the steps leading to the Nawab Begum Sahib's (Jahanara's) mosque in order that they might be “pressed under foot by the true believers”. Mathura changed its name into Islamabad and was thus called in all official documents.”

In the same year, Sita Ram ji temple at Soron was destroyed as also the shrine of Devi Patan at Gonda. News came from Malwa also that the local governor had sent 400 troopers to destroy all temples around Ujjain.

According to Muraqat-i-Abul Hasan, civil officers, agents of jagirdars, karoris and amlas from Cuttack in Orissa to Medinipur in Bengal were instructed as follows:

“Every idol house built during the last 10 or 12 years' should be demolished without delay. Also, do not allow the crushed Hindus and despicable infidels to repair their old temples. Reports of the destruction of temples should be sent to the court under the seal of the qazis and attested by pious Shaikhs.”

(1672 AD) several thousand Satnamis were slaughtered near Narnaul in Mewat for which act of 'heroism' Radandaz Khan was tided Shuja'at Khan with the mansab of 3000 and 2000 horse.

(1675 AD) Guru Tegh Bahadur was tortured to death for his resistance against the forcible conversion of the Hindus of Kashmir. The destruction of gurudwaras thereafter is a well-known story which our secularists have succeeded in suppressing because the Akali brand Sikhs have been forging ties of friendship with Islam as against their parent faith, Hindu Dharma.

Mirãt-i-Ahmadî goes ahead: “On 6th January 1680 A.D. Prince Mohammad Azam and Khan Jahan Bahadur obtained permission to visit Udaipur. Ruhullah Khan and Yakkattaz Khan also proceeded thither to effect the destruction of the temples of the idolators. These edifices situated in the vicinity of the Rana's palace were among the wonders of the age, and had been erected by the infidels to the ruin of their souls and the loss of their wealth”. Pioneers destroyed the images. On 24th January the king visited the tank of Udayasagar.

His Majesty ordered all three of the Hindu temples to be levelled with the ground. On 29th January Hasan AN Khan made his appearance' and stated that “172 temples in the neighbouring districts had been destroyed.” His Majesty proceeded to Chitor on 22nd February.

Temples to the number of 63 were destroyed. Abu Tarab who had been commissioned to effect the destruction of idol temples of Amber, reported in person on 10th August that 66 temples had been levelled to the ground.’ The temple of Someshwar in western Mewar was also destroyed at a later date in the same year. It may be mentioned that unlike Jodhpur and Udaipur, Amber was the capital of a state loyal to the Mughal emperor.

Khafi Khan records in his Muntakhab-ul-Lubab: ‘On the capture of Golconda, the Emperor appointed Abdur Rahim Khan as censor of the city of Haiderabad with orders to put down infidel practices and innovations, and destroy the temples and build mosques on the sites.’ That was in 1687 AD. In 1690 AD, he ordered destruction of temples at Ellora, Trimbakeshwar, Narasinghpur, and Pandharpur.

Aurangzeb also destroyed, Kashi Vishwanath Temple in Kashi, Uttar Pradesh - which considered as the most scared hindu temple and land.

In 1698 AD, the story was repeated at Bijapur. According to Mirat-i-AhmadT: 'Hamidud-din Khan Bahadur who had been deputed to destroy the temples of Bijapur and build mosques there, returned to court after carrying out the order and was praised by the Emperor.' As late as 1705 AD, two years before he died, 'the emperor, summoning Muhammad Khalil and Khidmat Rai, the darogha of hatchet-men' ordered them to demolish the temple of Pandharpur, and to take the butchers of the camp there and slaughter cows in the temple.' Cow-slaughter at a temple site was a safeguard against Hindus rebuilding it on the same spot.

The saddest part is, all of this information, the bloodiest part of Indian History is never shown to the people, they grow up learning, Mughals were great emperors that built great things. When none of that holds any ounce of truth. It should be said without any censorship, these tyrants destroyed the culture, tradition and religions of India.

With all this information, if you're still defending these tyrants, if you still "want them around", if you still insist "it wasn't that bad", you absolutely do not care about "human rights", every activism you take part in is just performative. And I do not respect you or your opinion on any social issue.

[loverandservantoftheahlulbayt]

🍃🕊🍃 Congratulations to every lover of the Ahlulbayt (ع) and to our most beloved Imam of our time, Imam al-Mahdi (عج), on the auspicious Birth Anniversary of the Brave Prince of Karbala, our beloved Hazrat Qasim (ع) the son of our beloved Imam Hasan (ع) and the grandson of our beloved Imam Ali (ع) & our most beloved Lady Fatima al-Zahra (س)

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[camisoledadparis]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … December 2

84 BC – Gaius Valerius Catullus, Roman poet of the 1st century (d: 54 BC); His love poetry was never surpassed in ancient times, and influenced a great many poets, both ancient and modern. Tibullus, Propertius, Horace and Ovid imitated his techniques, and, during the English Renaissance, English poets such as Ben Jonson and Robert Herrick attempted to capture the quality of Catullus (unsuccessfully) in English.

Most of Catullus's poems are short; in a few concise lines he is able to create an experience of love, friendship, or sometimes bitterness and anger either at his mistress (whom he called "Lesbia") or at some person he despised.

Although most of his poems are about heterosexual love, a good number of them are devoted to the love of boys. These are particularly lusty, some of them very funny, and all of them explicitly sexual. (Since many editions of Catullus prudishly omit these poems, and since almost all translations are severely bowdlerized, only one edition in translation is recommended, that by Peter Whigham.)

For example, in a gay rape fantasy Catullus promises to throw his pal Aurelius a beating if he finds out he's toyed with the young boy who he'd been saving for himself:

... you bastard, you're willing to provoke me, Ah, then you'll feel my dire retaliation, feet spread and strapped, back-passage widely gaping, reamed all its length with radishes and *mullets! *mullet - a European fish

In one poem, the poet comes upon a young boy "stuffing his girl." With a wink to Venus, he "stuffs" the boy as "poetic justice." Since Catullus was a contemporary of Caesar, his pederastic poetry is characterized by the basic prejudice of the period: "taking" a boy is a manly act, but allowing another man to do unto you what you did unto him is sheer depravity.

Another of his poems:

This scenario is ridiculous and too funny, Just now I cought my girlfriend's little boy Wanking. If Dione approves, I took him With my hard-straining cock.

We would call this sexual abuse. For the Romans it was different. Assuming the boy Catullus assaulted was a slave, the worst he'd have to do was compensate the slave's owner for property damage.

Catullus also wrote love poems for his male lover Juventius. In Roman society, homosexuality itself was not an object of criticism, only the adult passive/penetrated participant in a homosexual act. We assume that Juventius is the younger, passive partner of Catullus, probably a teenaged boy, who at least in one poem cruelly rejected catullus..

756 – Abu-Nuwas al-Hasan ben Hani Al-Hakami (d.814), best known simply as Abū-Nuwās, was one of the greatest of classical Arabic poets, who also composed in Persian on occasion. Born in the city of Ahvaz, in Persia, where his father was from southern Arabia and his mother was Per-sian. His first teacher was the poet Waliba ibn al-Hubab (died 786), a master who initiated him into the joys of pederasty as well as poetry.

Although in the modern world, the Islamic countries are known as those most hostile to male love, it was not always so. In earlier times in the Moslem lands, famous Iranian and Arab poets such as Hafiz i-Shirazi and Abu Nuwas praised and rued the charms of boys (whom they plied with wine and seduced). Sufi holy men from India to Turkey sought to find Allah by gazing upon the beauty of beardless youths. Storytellers included gay love tales in the Thousand and One Nights. Artists like Riza i-Abbasi amused kings and princes with exquisitely wrought erotic Persian miniatures and calligraphies. Mullahs and censors railed against male love, but men of all walks of life, from Caliphs to porters, delighted in it and all looked forward to being attended by fresh-faced tellaks (masseurs) in the hamam, and "unaging ghilman (youths) as beautiful as pearls" in paradise.

I die of love for him, perfect in every way, Lost in the strains of wafting music. My eyes are fixed upon his delightful body And I do not wonder at his beauty. His waist is a sapling, his face a moon, And loveliness rolls off his rosy cheek I die of love for you, but keep this secret: The tie that binds us is an unbreakable rope. How much time did your creation take, O angel? So what! All I want is to sing your praises.

Originally trained in theology and grammar, Abu-Nuwas gained his great fame as a poet who excelled in lyrical love poetry, in lampoons and satire, and in "mujun" - frivolous and humorous descriptions of indecent or obscene matters. As with many other Islamic poets, he particularly celebrated in his poetry the love of wine - and boys. As one of the earliest Arab poets to write lyrical love poetry about boys, his achievement and influence helped to bring the genre to great heights.

In the Bath-House In the bath-house, the mysteries concealed by trousers Are revealed to you. All becomes radiantly manifest. Feast your eyes without restraint! You see handsome butts and shapely trim chests, You hear the murmuring of pious formulas, One lad to another: "God is Great!" "Praise be to God!" Ah, what a palace of pleasure is the bath-house! Even when the towel-bearers come in And spoil the fun a bit.

The only woman who played an important part in his life was Janan, a slave girl, but, because of his libertine conduct, she never trusted the sincerity of his love. When she asked him to renounce his love of boys, he refused, saying that he was one of the "people of Lot, " with reference to the Arab view that the Biblical Lot was the founder of homosexual love. Abu Nuwas was sexually interested in women or girls only when they looked like boys, but even then he considered their vagina too dangerous a gulf to cross. As he said (symbolically): "I have a pencil which stumbles if I use it on the front of the paper, but which takes great strides on the back." He also wrote about the pleasures of masturbation, which he saw as inferior to the love of boys - but preferable to marriage.

Samoan man, plus size, slightly muscular, sweet and kind looking

1899 – American Samoa is obtained by the United States. It has no law against sodomy, making it the only “free” jurisdiction of the United States.

1943 – Steve Rubell (d.1989) was an American entrepreneur and co-owner of the New York disco Studio 54.

Rubell and his brother Donald grew up in a Jewish family in Brooklyn, New York. His father worked as a postal worker and later became a tennis pro. Rubell was also an avid tennis player, but decided against playing professionally.

Entering Syracuse University, Rubell completed bachelor's and master's degrees in finance. While attending college, Rubell met Ian Schrager, who became a lifelong friend and business partner. Rubell and Schrager were both brothers of the university's chapter of the Sigma Alpha Mu fraternity.

Rubell joined the National Guard, returning to New York after a tour of duty in a military intelligence unit. He worked at a brokerage firm after his return. Rubell then decided to start his own business and opened two Steak Lofts restaurants, one in Queens, New York, and the other in Mystic, Connecticut.

With the help and knowledgeable influence of disco promoter Billy Amato (Smith), executive vice president 20th Century-Fox Records, Steve Rubell and Ian Schrager were introduced to the dance and disco market in early 1975 by John Addison of La Jardin. Rubell and Schrager opened two clubs, one in Boston with John Addison from La Jardin, the other, called The Enchanted Garden, in Queens in 1975, which later became Douglaston Manor. In April 1977, they opened Studio 54 in the old CBS Studio on West 54th Street that the network was selling. Rubell became a familiar face in front of the building, turning people away and only allowing entry to those who met his pedantic standards. Rubell also dealt with the club's celebrity patrons, ensuring that they were thrown lavish parties. His approach worked and the club made $7 million during its first year.

In December 1978, Studio 54 was raided after Rubell was quoted as saying that only the Mafia made more money than the club brought in. In June 1979, Rubell and Schrager were charged with tax evasion, obstruction of justice, and conspiracy for reportedly skimming nearly $2.5 million in unreported income from the club's receipts, in a system Rubell called "cash-in, cash-out and skim." Police reports state that cash and receipts were in the building and were hidden in the ceiling sections of Rubell's office, where both he and Schrager worked. A second raid occurred in December 1979. The pair hired Roy Cohn to defend them, but on January 18, 1980, they were sentenced to three and a half years in prison and a $20,000 fine each for the tax evasion charge. On February 4, 1980, Rubell and Schrager went to prison and Studio 54 was sold in November of that year for $4.75 million. On April 17, 1981, Rubell and Schrager were released from prison after which they lived at a halfway house for two-and-a-half months.

In 1985, Rubell, who was closeted for most of his life, discovered he had contracted HIV which later progressed to AIDS. He began taking AZT, but his illness was furthered by his continued drug use and drinking, which affected his compromised immune system. A few weeks before his death, Rubell checked into Beth Israel Medical Center in New York City under an assumed name, to seek treatment for severe peptic ulcers, kidney failure, and hepatitis. He died there on July 25, 1989. Rubell's official cause of death is listed as hepatitis and septic shock complicated by AIDS.

1946 – Gianni Versace, Italian fashion designer born (d. 1997); Italian designer of both clothing and theater costumes. He was influenced by Andy Warhol, Ancient Roman and Greek art, as well as modern abstract art; he is considered one of the most colorful and talented designers of the late 20th century.

Gianni Versace met Antonio D'Amico, a model, in 1982. The couple embarked on a long-term relationship that lasted 15 years, until Versace's untimely death. During that time Antonio worked as designer for the Versace sports line. Versace's will left his male partner D'Amico with a pension of 50 million lire (about $26,000) a month (for life), and the right to live in any of Versace's homes in Italy and the United States. D'Amico now runs his own fashion design company.

One July morning in the summer of 1997, returning from his customary walk on Ocean Drive, Versace was gunned down outside his ocean-front mansion in Miami Beach. He was murdered by spree killer Andrew Cunanan, who committed suicide shortly after the murder. Versace was buried in Lake Como, Italy.

1976 – Erik Everhard is the stage name of Mitchell Hartwell, a Canadian pornographic actor and director, known for gonzo pornography films (porn's version of "reality" tv).

Everhard is a Canadian national of Ukrainian ancestry. In 1995, he moved to Vancouver, British Columbia to attend university, at which time he made his first forays into adult films. Everhard's adult film career began in Canada performing for websites. At the urging of friends and colleagues, he moved to Los Angeles in 1999 to pursue his career. His first shoot in the United States was for director Jules Jordan.

After securing himself as a performer, Everhard began directing videos for Anabolic and Diabolic Video in 2001. In 2003, he landed a distribution deal with Redlight District. In 2005, Everhard left Redlight, suing the company for breach of contract. He won the suit. He was then hired by Evil Angel Video. After shooting several films with Evil Angel, Everhard returned to work with Jules Jordan.

Everhard performed in about 2,400 films in his pornographic career.

1980 – Ricky Godinez, known by his stage name Ricky Rebel, is an American singer-songwriter, dancer, musician, and recording artist. Politically, Rebel is known for at once being pro-Donald Trump and advocating for LGBT rights.

Rebel was born in Upland, California. He began training as a gymnast at the age of 7 years old, and ranked 15th in the state of California at the age of 11. Rebel began training in classical ballet and jazz dance styles around the age of 11. Rebel immediately entered dance competitions at the regional and national level. After some years of competitive dancing Rebel then began acting, and performed in musicals like Annie (1991), Oliver! (1992) and Phantom (1994).

In 1996, Rebel started working with the band No Authority as their lead vocalist. Since 2010 Rebel has been performing as a solo artist Ricky Rebel.

As part of his commitment to advancing gay rights in the United States Rebel performed at the 2014, 2015, and 2016 "Out at the Fair" festivals at The San Diego County Fair. Rebel also performed at Gay Pride festivals in major cities like Phoenix, Long Beach, Orange County, Palm Springs, San Diego, and Las Vegas. Also, in 2015 Rebel performed at Matinee festivals in Las Vegas and San Diego.At the 61st Annual Grammy Awards Rebel wore a pro-Donald Trump jacket. He stated, "I'm reflecting millions of Americans out there who voted for Trump. Keep America great. That's right, baby. We are here. We're here all around the world, 50 million of us. My name is Ricky Rebel and I'm a reflection of America."

Rebel has since attempted to appear with political commentator and public speaker Milo Yiannopoulos at a concert in Honolulu but the event was cancelled by the venue when they learned of Milo Yiannopoulus's controversial statements and alleged pedophilia advocacy.

1992 – Cason Crane is an American mountain climber. In 2013, he became the first openly gay mountaineer to scale the Seven Summits.

Crane is the oldest of five children born to David W. Crane, the president of NRG Energy, and Isabella de la Houssaye, an international lawyer, in Mercer County, New Jersey. He lived in Hong Kong between the ages of one and six before returning to Lawrenceville, New Jersey. His younger brother Oliver Crane is an American adventurer and rower.

Crane attended Princeton Day School through his eighth grade year, along with the rest of his siblings. In 2011, he graduated from Choate Rosemary Hall, a private boarding school in Connecticut, where he competed in a number of sports. He came out as gay at the age of 14; both his parents and his school were supportive, although he experienced bullying by classmates on occasion. After deferring for two years to travel to Lebanon and Israel and climb the Seven Summits, Crane joined the Princeton University Class of 2017, majoring in history.

Crane summited his first mountain, Mount Kilimanjaro, as a 15-year-old freshman in high school with his mother. He described it as a "gateway mountain" which piqued his interest in mountaineering. As a junior, following the suicides of Tyler Clementi and one of Crane's friends, he was inspired to raise awareness about suicide among LGBT youth through mountain climbing. This led him to start the Rainbow Summits Project, with the goal of climbing the Seven Summits—the highest mountains of each continent—in order to raise funds and awareness for the Trevor Project.

By the beginning of 2013, a year after starting the Rainbow Summits Project, Crane had successfully climbed five of the Seven Summits: Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, Mount Elbrus in Russia, Cerro Aconcagua in Argentina, Carstensz Pyramid in Indonesia and Vinson Massif in Antarctica. In May 2013, he reached the summit of Mount Everest in Nepal, guided by New Zealand climber Lydia Bradey, the first woman to summit Everest without using supplemental oxygen. Crane's successful ascent of Mount McKinley in July 2013 at the age of 20 marked his completion of the Seven Summits, making him the first openly gay man to have done so. By the completion of the project, Crane had raised US$135,000 for the Trevor Project.

2013 – This is the first official day that LGBTQ couples in Hawaii, both residents as well as tourists, may marry in the Aloha State

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Hasan would definitely be handsy and touching all the time. Idk if you’ve ever been on twitter and seen the Sussex Squad talking about how much Prince Harry touches Meghan Markle but he’s always holding her hand or has his arms around her, his hand on her thigh, sometimes hands are lower than what they should be for public😭🤣just the sweetest. But we like to joke around a lot like bro leave Meghan alone, bro stop touching her, saying he’s like her personal bodyguard, it’s so cute

But chat would loveeeeee to call Hasan on it. Saying he’s addicted to his partner and he’s like 🤨🤨🤨yeah I am what about it.

People would love to tell them they need to leave room for Jesus (just makes me think of Hasan taking the rice purity test and was like wtf does that mean??? When the question was if he ever danced without leaving room for Jesus 🤣) or to keep their hands where they can see em😂😂

Everyone just loves golden retriever boyfriend himbo who just loves his person🥹🥹

Chat always calls him out for it. He could literally just have pit his hand on her thigh and chat's immediately like "you're streaming bro". He never really has a response prepared either, so he's just always say "yeah?" or "and???". You're just as touchy with him, but chat actually respects you so they say nothing.

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Muṣʿab Ḥasan Yūsuf è nato a Ramallah a 10 chilometri di Gerusalemme.

È il maggiore di 5 fratelli è primogenito dello Shaykh Hasan Yusuf, uno dei fondatori di Hamas.

Voleva diventare un guerrigliero palestinese.

Yousef fu arrestato e imprigionato da Israele molte volte.

Essendo il figlio maggiore era visto come successore di suo padre, divenne una parte importante dell'organizzazione di Hamas.

I dubbi di Yousef sull'Islam e Hamas hanno cominciato a formarsi quando realizzò la brutalità di Hamas, che usa la vita e la sofferenza di civili e bambini per raggiungere i propri obiettivi.

Nel 96 era in una prigione israeliana, fu interrogato dallo Shin Bet; in seguito lo definì molto più umano del modo in cui Hamas interrogava i collaborazionisti. Accettò di lavorare per Israele. Per non destare sospetti lo Shin Bet inscenò un tentativo di arresto, dicendo alle Forze di Difesa Israeliane di catturarlo.

Dopo 1 anno passato in prigione, per non destare sospetti, Muṣʿab si avvicinò alle alte sfere di Hamas, che lo vedevano come l'erede di Hasan Yusuf.

Lo Shin Bet gli diede il nome in codice "Green Prince" ("verde" per il colore del movimento islamico e "principe" per il fatto che era figlio di uno dei capi ) lui gli passò numerose informazioni, utili a sventare attentati.

Contribuì alla cattura del capo di Fatah in Cisgiordania, Marwan Barghuthi.

Secondo lo Shin Bet "molta gente gli deve la vita senza neanche saperlo". Yousef incontrò un missionario e si convertì al Cattolicesimo.

Fu segretamente battezzato, a Tel Aviv, da un cristiano non identificato.

Nel 2008 rivelò pubblicamente la sua storia, venendo ripudiato dalla famiglia. Nel 2017 ha fatto scalpore il suo intervento alle Nazioni Unite dove ha accusato l'Autorità Palestinese di essere mandante dell'odio nel West Bank, di essere responsabile dei problemi che imputano a Israele, di essere i veri nemici dello Stato Palestinese.

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Talk Shop Tuesday - so 'main gehra tamas tu sunehra savera (main tera)' is one of the best and most heartbreaking ATLA fics I've ever read, and I'd love to know how you wrote it and what advice you have for anyone who wants to do a fusion fic like that, because the way you combined the two was excellent.

Ahhh thank you, I’m so glad you liked it! To be honest, I wrote it because when I was watching the Hasan x Aisha episode of Ms. Marvel (the flashback one), I kept thinking “wow this would be a really cool Maiko AU”, and then I told one of my friends that, and she basically went “👀👀” because of course she did, she’s my top enabler 😂

So from there, it was just a matter of figuring out the logistics. I’ve had a bunch of fusion crossover ideas (and this isn’t even the first fusion fic I’ve written for Maiko), but logistics are definitely the tricky part…though here, it wasn’t altogether difficult.

Here’s the link to the fic for those who don’t know it! More discussion about it (+ advice about fusion fics) under the cut:

It meant ATLA canon divergence, obviously, because canon Maiko wouldn’t jive with this - they’ve known each other since they were small kids. So, in this version, I decided they never did. Mai met Azula and Ty Lee after Zuko’s banishment, and they were friends. Three years pass Ty Lee runs off to join the circus, and Ozai pushes for Azula to be declared Crown Princess a year early on her upcoming 15th birthday, since Zuko is of age to be Crown Prince but not around to actually be declared so.

Ofc the Sages are reluctant, since Zuko is only missing and not dead, so Azula convinces Mai to go out and find Zuko and bring him back to be executed.

(And also, btw, in this fic, Zuko isn’t involved in any of the Avatar business. He just kinda went off and made a quiet life for himself somewhere else. Maybe Iroh was with him at one point, but…he isn’t anymore, because that didn’t fit the framing of this fic.)

And that, in essence, lays the groundwork. This enables Mai and Zuko to meet much like Hasan and Aisha did, on a distant farmhouse where they then fall in love. The rest of it kinda fell into place after that…though ofc with the addition of Izumi.

And ofc Aisha’s “magic” became Zuko’s rainbow fire here - presumably he learned the proper way to firebend during his years away, and his firebending can change color at will now.

Honestly, my advice for fusion fics is this: I haven’t written all my fusion fic ideas, because some of them just don’t get to the writing stage, but for the ones that do, the logistics fell into place because I went “okay, I clearly need to change canon, but what do I have to change and what can I keep?” Be open to possibly having to throw out chunks of canon that you might’ve liked, to make it fit in a fusion…but if it doesn’t work, then don’t force it. Most people won’t get too hung up on the little details, but you’re the writer - if you’re not satisfied with it, then that’ll show in the fic. It’s okay if an idea doesn’t work…and maybe it will later, you never know! Just give it time, and be patient with it. Fusion fics tend to be tricky beasts, but they’re incredibly satisfying to get right. More power to anyone who has written a fusion fic (or multiple), I salute you. It’s not easy.

Oh also…suggestion: don’t expect them to be popular 😂 even if you’re combining two very popular fandoms, it’s not always a guarantee that people will like it, because crossovers aren’t always popular (Arrowverse shows being the exception, because tbh they’re all one big fandom). This one WAS fairly popular, much to my pleasant surprise—it’s still one of my most popular fics—but my other fusion fic wasn’t so much. And that’s fine—I had fun writing it, and the person I wrote it for loved it, and that’s all I needed. If even a few people are happy with my fic and touched by it, and it makes me happy, that’s worth it 💞

talk shop tuesday!

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