#Shelby's Canada

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canada

Shes on PI :)

(thx you to a friend to helping me figure out where ahubble would be in canda)

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Team Canada: Women's 100m backstroke S6

Shelby Newkirk, Bronze

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Do you want me to show up to TV show conventions?

Then please please please PLEASE do not just invite the actors to sit at panels! The creators (that is the writers, directors, producers and showrunners) are fundamental to TV showmaking and should be there!

You invite them and you’ll see me at cons all the time.

I love the actors - I do - but at the end of the day the people that work behind the scenes are the people that I want to engage with and talk to. Not the actors!

This was an incredible panel to watch for learning the perspectives of the creators of ‘Wynonna Earp’ as opposed to the actors. The actors are great but they’re just following a script created by these people so they’re going to know very little about the TV show and will have to defer to the creators for the answers anyway so just put the creators on the panels instead - or even alongside them if you can so you can have both the acting side of things and the creating side of things together influencing each other’s perspectives.

I don’t show up to conventions because I’m not interested in what the FACES of the TV show have to say. I am more interested in what the MINDS of it do!

That matters to me more than meeting and interacting with the actors of a TV show because I don’t care about their fame. I don’t care about their popularity. I love the show because of what’s put into it. Yes, the actors are obviously a huge part of what makes a TV show a success but they’re not a huge part of why I personally care and they never will be.

The only person I recognized watching this panel was Emily Andras, I didn’t know who the other 3 faces or names were. And that was so important to me because now I do and now I can appreciate them for the work they’ve done and the participation they’ve had on what has become my new favourite TV show.

What those unknown faces and names have put into ‘Wynonna Earp’ is the reason that I care to watch it. If I was at this convention, provided I knew who they were, they would be the first people I would walk up to to talk to about the very TV show I am even there for. I would not walk up to the actors (provided I was allowed to I mean) because, even though I love them, I don’t want to know what they have to say because I know it’s going to be very insignificant compared to what a writer or producer or director would tell me.

It makes no difference to me who they are. I won’t be there for them. I will be there for what the creators can tell me and show me and help me to learn more about the TV show that I love with everything in me because they’re the people that have the answers that I want to know about something that I have a great passion for talking about in the first place. It’s not the actors.

When I went to the 2022 Xena convention in LA, the assumption that I was there for Lucy and Renee like most people were. I wasn’t. I was there for STEVEN L. SEARS because he is the main reason why I love Xena. Sure it’s a team effort but all the plotlines and themes and character representations that I care about most in ‘Xena: Warrior Princess’ are mostly because of him. I’ve always credited Gabrielle and Gabrielle’s evolution to Steven, not Renee. I love Renee for portraying Gabrielle, absolutely, but she’s not who created the character and she’s not who created the arc of her. That’s Rob Tapert, Steven L. Sears and John Shulian. So I would obviously have more desire to talk to them. When Lucy and Renee were on stage in one of the panels for the convention, I had no questions for them.

None. But I had countless questions for Steven and Katherine and I was burning to ask every one of them.

So if you want me to show up to conventions for your TV show,… then please invite the people I would actually want to meet, engage with and talk to and I will show up to as many of them as I possibly can. I love seeing the actors and hearing their side of things but I have no reason to engage with them really because I am not ever there for them. That’s the truth.

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Second book in the serpent & dove series.

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Stolen Wife - 5

Synopsis – Tommy Shelby is married to Grace, but he becomes obsessed with Y/N, wife of Reuben Fitch, Tommy’s business partner in the U.S. who is unaware of his actual “business”.

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You don’t know how your life turned into a nightmare…a ghoulish nightmare. One moment you were happy and celebrating your pregnancy with your family and friends and the next moment, you were getting held at gun point by a robber, you knew your husband had a gun in his pocket, something you loathed but at that moment you were happy that he had that gun, the robber must have seen the gun when he shot Rueben erratically, and then he turned on you, Rueben protected you till his dying breath, Rueben shot the robber with his gun and saved your life, but your husband your family was taken away from you, your husband and best friend snatched from you. You couldn’t even comprehend what had happened. When you woke up in the hospital, for a moment you thought it was a bad nightmare, but the machines attached to you signaled the opposite.

The attending doctor told you that you were shot in the chest, the bullet miraculously had missed your heart but punctured your lung, and you were lucky to be alive. But were you lucky? Or were you the unluckiest person, you had lost everything, your husband was shot dead in front of you, the shooter shot you too but missed the first shot and was not alive to shoot the next bullet.

“I am sorry Mrs. Fitch; we could not save the baby…” these words brought you out of your mind fog. Instinctively your hand went to your abdomen…Your baby died too…Your one connection to Rueben died too…You were catatonic…You could not even do the basic job of protecting the life growing within you…You never felt so useless.

Your friends and family gave you space, space to mourn, space to grieve not just your husband, but your child too…

Police called it an armed robbery but Javy, Mickey, Nat, Brad, Jake did not think so, but they didn’t say anything. They increased your security. They changed your locks, your cameras and every damn device, while you were in hospital. They even increased the surrounding security in hospital. Rueben knew how dangerous his line of work was, and your security was paramount to him. For you, your husband was a military contractor with a pub he ran with his friends, you just didn’t know that your husband was involved in illegal activities as well which included drugs, liquor and arms.

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You were on your way to get to some Chai with oat-milk, trying not to break down every damn morning, missing your husband and the morning rituals you shared with him. You bumped into Tommy in a café in Vancouver, Canada of all places, physically bumped into him, you were in over your head, and you were not looking where you were supposed to be going.

“Oh, I am so sorry.” You looked to apologize to the stranger, but you were met with relatively known steely blue eyes.

“Mrs. Fitch?” Thomas asked in his Brummie accent.

Fuck, that name, that label, that brings up so much sorrow, your eyes well up, but you blink away those tears, you tell yourself, you need to move on…need to power through…It’s been almost a year since your life upended, the love of your life killed in front of your eyes.

Not really, you were unaware of your surroundings, but you were trying to keep to yourself, but Thomas Shelby needed to find a way to talk to you, so he chose the easiest way of it all, crashing into you purposefully.   

You smiled, trying to place him…

“Oh hi” you reply. Tommy saw the questioning look in your eyes, you had no clue who he was or what he was.

“I am Thomas Shelby, we met briefly at a Charity Ball in Birmingham.”

“It is nice to see you again, Mr. Shelby.” you reply politely.

“I heard what happened…I’m sorry for your loss.” Tommy added.

You just nodded reflexively, like you did every fucking time when someone offered their sympathies.

“I didn’t expect to see you here Mrs. Fitch, I thought you lived in San Diego.”

“I did…I do…Well, not now exactly, I am taking a sabbatical and please call me Y/N.” you asked, basically pleading, not wanting another reminder of what you lost or who you were…Rueben’s wife or what you are now…his widow. His sad pathetic widow who is running away from her life because you can’t fucking function properly without your soulmate.

“Only if you call me Tommy” He responded while physically guiding you inside the coffee shop, and there is nothing you can do but comply out of politeness.

Tommy asks you for your order, you wanted to protest and buy your own beverage, but you also didn’t want to be rude. You begrudgingly order some chai. Tommy Shelby bought you your chai but nothing for himself, and it made you feel guilty.

He pushed the mug towards you, you took the mug and thanked him.

“So, Y/N, what are you doing here?” Tommy asked in his heavy Brummie accent.

“I guess, I just needed to get away…”

“I heard what happened. I am sorry for your loss.” Tommy consoled.

Do not cry, do not cry, do not cry….you chant mentally.

You clear your throat and squeak out “Thank you”.

“So, how long are you here for?” Tommy probed.

“I don’t know, I may be here for a while, or I may leave and find another city to go to which is safe… Mickey usually sends me the locations that are relatively safer for me. I do not have any timeline.” You reply.

Tommy knows that very well. He is well-aware of Rueben’s people taking care of your security. Tommy only got to know about your location from his people on the East Coast, namely Michael.

“That’s fun, why don’t you come visit us in Birmingham?” Tommy proposes.

You are taken aback by his proposition, you don’t really know what to say, you barely know this man, why would he invite you to his home?

“Mr. Shelby…ummm…I mean Thomas, I don’t think that is a good idea…”. You mumble out.

“Why not? I see it in your eyes, you are trying to escape your painful memories, anyone can see that…why don’t you join us in another continent as long as you want where Rueben and his memories wouldn’t haunt you.” Tommy confronts you, basically bringing up everything that your family and friends have been thinking…going for your jugular.

You gulp nervously, you didn’t expect some relatively unknown person to expose your wounds and like a wounded animal you ran away from that table. You did not like being confronted by the likes of Thomas Shelby, how dare he say anything about what you should do….

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 48: Vulnerable

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

(Warning: mention of nudity)

The next day brings more clouds and a chilly cold snap. I will say it’s interesting to see the neighboring families celebrate their Boxing Day traditions through the window. The Shelbys must not do so much, either that or their festivities have been canceled due to John’s untimely death. And to top it off, Liam graces me with another phone call. This time with bad news from our side of the pond.

“Oh my God.”

Thomas, having just woken up, pokes his head out of his room. “What is it?”

One thing my eyes have to notice is his bare neck. Is he completely bare? Do not stare. Do not stare. There are far more important matters at hand.

“I just got off the phone with my broer Liam. There���s been an attack at home. You’ve heard of the White Hand? The gang Uncle Colon’s involved with?”

“Yeah.”

“The story goes that Wild Bill Lovett, their leader, was replaced by his brother-in-law Richard ‘Peg Leg’ Lonergan. After he took over, the gang’s become a shell of what it used to be. Far less organized.” Thomas gets the point so I stop rambling. “Anyways, back in Brooklyn there’s a popular joint called the Adonis Social Club. Last night Peg Leg showed up drunk and the Italians didn’t take it well. There was a gunfight. Now they’ve taken the waterfront.”

If this keeps up, Uncle Colon won’t be able to use Brooklyn's hidden trading port. Which means vader will have to import liquor from someplace in Canada where alcohol is legal.

However, Thomas’ first question is not about business. “Did you know anyone who was killed?”

I have to replay his words again and nod. “Joseph Howard. Or as he was known, ‘Ragtime Joe Howard.’ My family didn’t mind if I hung around the Italian neighborhood as long as there were no mafia members around. Joseph and I were friends as kids but he wanted more of the mob life.”

Thomas wants to come closer but is still indecent to do so. His head vanishes for a split second and he returns with a bathrobe draping his toned frame. Moeder would be furious if she were to know I was this close to an improperly dressed man. But my mind looks beyond the giddy thoughts of a teenager and instead stresses further about my family back home.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Thomas says softly. There is far too much death in this life.

I have to squeeze my eyes shut to keep from bursting into anxious tears. “‘S not just that. Capone has always hated the Irish mob. Even though we’re not officially part of it, my family is still at risk. When he sees my connection to your vendetta, my family is going to have a hit put on them. Every one of us.”

Thomas grabs my clenched hands and waits until I look up with teary eyes to speak.

“If I could I’d send people to go protect them. I know you want to be with them, Verena. If I were you I’d want to be with my family too. But it’s still too dangerous. Like you said, the mafia will notice you’re involved with our family. It’s safer for everyone if we all stick together. If Changretta ever makes contact I swear I will speak to him about your family.”

My eyes widen. “That could make things worse! If they know you value my family then they might do the same thing they plan to do to yours.”

Thomas lets out a sharp sigh. “Let’s just worry about one thing at a time, love. The meeting’s in half an hour, maybe our questions can be solved through that. Just be patient with me, eh?”

I swallow heavily and nod to show I understand. Thomas nods in return, slowly releases my hands, and walks back to his room. No words can describe how conflicted I am. I came here to mend bridges and instead this vendetta keeps burning them. As much as part of me wants to help Thomas and be with the others while they mourn John, I cannot ignore the calling of my own family. Liam sounded so worried. No, my life is not worth all of theirs. But if being tied to the Shelbys is going to pin them to a death threat then how am I supposed to bargain my life?

“Veena!” Charlie sprints into the hall. “Can we hide and seek again?”

I hastily wipe away my unshed tears and force a smile. “I thought you’d have figured out all the hiding places by now, Charlie.”

“No! I’ve still got ideas.”

I follow him to the parlor and take a seat on the sofa. “Alright, then. I’ll start counting.”

Charlie shakes his head. “That’s okay. You can hide first. One. Two. Three…”

Oh! He’s not giving me a head start. I dash out of the room and start to rack my brain for a place to hide. Unlike Charlie I do not have the advantage of being able to squeeze into such small spaces. My best places have been on high shelves and underneath folded bedding in closets. 

I carefully tiptoe to Thomas’ room. Is he still in the bathroom? Would he mind if I popped in to hide? Surely Charlie will discover me here in a matter of minutes so there shouldn’t be any harm. 

“Here I come!”

No time to wait! I quietly turn the doorknob and sneak into the dimly lit room. In the corner I spot a large armchair that’s the perfect size to hide behind-

Then I hear the sound of water. Why is there water here-? Oh my God.

Thomas is in here. Lying in a tub, smoking a cigarette, staring at the ceiling. Completely bare. 

He obviously saw me come in but raises no alarm to my intrusion. Or the fact that I’ve disturbed him in such a state.

My face turns bright pink but the absence of light does well to hide my shock. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry- I’m just- It’s my turn to hide, and-”

“‘S alright,” Thomas replies nonchalantly and takes a puff on his cigarette. How is he so calm?! “Not the first person to see me.”

Yes. See him. All of him. This is the first time my virgin eyes have seen a man who is not part of my family. As a logical person, I can see how Thomas’ toned figure can cause him to be intimidating and ready for a fight. As a curious woman, I cannot stop the natural reaction that I’m certain all women have from Thomas. It’s no wonder why he’s so cocky- figuratively and literally. Half of me wants to look away shamefully while the other half wants to memorize this vulnerable moment in great detail. His eyes still hold the burdens of ten men. 

What intrigues me most are his tattoos. The dark markings stand out against his pale, wet skin. The only person I know of in my family who has one is Uncle Colon. A Celtic cross on his wrist, similar to the one on my pendant. The idea of tattoos is completely obscure from the rest of my family. I almost want to ask if each of Thomas’ tattoos have a special meaning.

But my mind is far too flustered and embarrassed to think of anything other than immediately getting out of here.

“Right. Um- I’ll just go hide somewhere else-”

“Found you!”

Charlie’s sudden entrance startles me and I nearly tumble backwards into the dresser. The small boy laughs at my clumsiness but then lets out a big yawn.

“Did you wake up too early?” I ask in a pointed tone, putting my hands on my hips and trying to forget my embarrassment.

Charlie gets a sheepish look. “I couldn’t sleep.”

I glance back at Thomas, who gives me a look that says Charlie is at the age when he has no normal sleep schedule. No wonder Thomas has been stressed from little sleep too.

“Well then, how about you take a nap while your daddy and I go to a meeting in the parlor?” I usher him to the creaky bed and start to tuck him in, despite his look of protest. “Trust me Charlie, it’s going to be so dull. So much talking.”

He scrunches his nose at the thought and yawns again. Within a few minutes Charlie’s already fallen asleep.

Knock knock. 

Lord, now who is it?

“Tommy,” Michael’s muffled voice comes from the other side of the door. “They’ve gathered.”

This is happening so soon. Thomas doesn’t give any verbal reply. He just sighs and takes a drink, eyes still on the ceiling. I think I’m slowly growing used to seeing him without clothes.

I approach from behind. “Would you like me to go out first? Try to calm the approaching storm?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Thomas mutters and finally looks up to see the concern painted on my face, a trait he matches with his own. “Thank you for being here. You’re not family but you're still here.”

“John reminded me of my own broers. I grieve for him too.” Thomas starts to get up and I turn my head to offer privacy; although he clearly pays no thought to that. Something else I notice is that he has nothing laid out to wear. “Would you like a robe?”

At first I think Thomas will take advantage of the situation to mock my modest character or reprimand me for not knocking earlier. Instead of being stunned or ashamed he walks around with a stance that says he doesn’t mind being clothless. Almost as if he’s daring me to look at him. Deep down I feel grateful for the unspoken trust he's placed in me. Not only to see him like this but to also accept his fear of facing his family.

“A towel, please,” Thomas requests kindly, as if asking for a cup of tea.

Makes sense. I’ve already seen him. Why cover up now?

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If I may, there is some stuff I want to point out and add on to this (https://www.tumblr.com/lovejoyupdate/771076119441047552/hi-im-the-kind-anon-as-i-got-called-in-the-last) What I point out, give my thoughts and opinion on is said with absolutely no malice, cruelty, or hate towards you or Wilbur but with wanting to possibly give another/different perspective, insight, or understanding of the situation because I do like Wilbur and his content and I support him and hope going to therapy helps him. (I’m Neutral)

Point 1. Shelby’s Cousin. As far as I was aware this cousin only appeared on an anonymous forum on Instagram, I didn't know they apparently have a Tiktok? If the Tiktok is a video with some sort of evidence they I’ll give you that but if there is actually a cousin, why couldn't they given their name or possibly some family photos with faces blurred to give themselves some backing then them and their story could at least have some credibility to it but if it's still just text with nothing attached then at best it is dubious and at worst it is just some person on the internet lying for attention. I recall, Shelby herself has said she doesn't have a cousin but it is possible she could be lying.

Point 2. Shelby has no bruises. I give you credit there, it is hard to hide bruises and I personally haven't seen or come across any pictures, videos, or evidence of Shelby having bruises on her and in some photos Wil doesn’t look the best. But to give her the benefit of the doubt, they could've been very small or have already faded when she was taking pictures. I don't doubt that Wilbur didn't bite her harder than what she was probably comfortable with and it is possible he did leave bruises, I doubt it was with any bad intent. He just has a biting habit.

Point 3. Has Shelby possibly lied in the past. As far as I'm aware there has been no proof or evidence that Shelby has made any online accusations towards any of her past boyfriends, it's all word of mouth. It's possible that her previous exes are or were bad boyfriends and that's why she broke up with them, but unless she made any online accusations claiming abuse like she did with Wilbur then technically she didn't lie when she said she hasn’t accused any of them. If there are any like, videos or comments then it could at least have some credibility (but IF it's true, and she did deleted any evidence then I understand why it would be hard to find) but if it's still just words with no proof attached then it is at best it is dubious evidence and at worst it is a lie to try and downplay or invalidate her. 

Point 4. Money to sue. Once again, I'll give you credit, it does seem a little weird that she has enough money to go to Canada to thrift shop for clothes and go to Disneyland, I remember her talking about suing a car company, I don't know if she actually did though. But aside from money issues, there could be other reasons why she hasn't pursued a lawyer, I don't know if she given herself others reason aside from money. 

Point 5. Contradicting herself. I don't know if she ever said ‘I didn't/don’t consent to being bitten’ I know she said she didn't consent to getting hurt via the biting, which to many people being bitten comes hand in hand with getting hurt, and add on the fact that everybody has a different level of pain tolerance. She said she didn't consent to getting hurt and many people read an implication of not consent to being bitten. Whether she was aware of her words and their possible implications I can't say but she did continue to consent to the act of being bitten despite the hurt that came along with it. She also said he stopped when prompted, even if his reaction was a little slow. 

Point 6. Laughing and touching her face. From what I remember the only time she laughed was when she was talking about the victims of SSS (those people which were bullied and harassed into suicide) which she said she was laughing at her situation and then, I think, wanted evidence of these suicides which, in my opinion, was not a good look for her. Plus as you've said ‘it isn't uncommon to laugh at your own trauma.’ As for her touching her face as a sign of lying, that falls more into some sort of pseudoscience. It’s like taking a lie detector test, which is not considered scientifically reliable enough to be used in court because they are not foolproof. Like do some people touch their face when lying, yeah, does that apply to every person, no. 

I'm NOT pointing these out to try and say Wil is some irredeemable monster, I'm saying that he's not some innocent angel who did no wrong. Wilbur himself has said that he was a bad boyfriend. I don't doubt that he exceeded her limits with biting and probably generally sucked, I don’t believe his biting was done out of maliciousness. I understand wanting some way to put the allegations to rest and want Wilbur’s possible problematic behavior to go away with whatever explanation, whether they are probable or not, to continue to love him and/or his music without any guilt. (Which, in my opinion, listen to what you want to listen to. Morally policing every ounce of art you consume will devoid your life of the pleasure of art. Bad people can make good art! Stop equating good with good and bad with bad! It's a dangerous mindset.) But Wilbur is a real person, not a character, he's a human who is just as problematic and complex as the rest of us, we’re all people after all. And I do believe him going to therapy is proof that he wants to be a good person, and is trying his best to be, even if he struggles with it a lot. Your own mental health can be a roadblock to bettering yourself, and it can cause you to become someone you don't want to be. I support him in trying.

Sorry for the rant.

Thank you anon for this. Yes, all of your points are true, and I am in no way implying Wilbur is 100% innocent either! Like you said, he said in his statement that he was a bad boyfriend, and the fact he's going to therapy proves hes trying to be better (Though we don't have proof that he is, I hope it actually is true and not something he's saying for the public eye.) Don't apologize for the rant, it is greatly appreciated! As for the bad people make good art, yes this is 100% true! Melanie Martinez, MSI/Mindless Self Indulgence, and The Orion Express have been proven to have committed far worse things, yet their art and music is still really good

For point 1: No they didn't give any photos, so yes they could just be lying, which is why i personally take it with a grain of salt

For point 2: You do have a point with the bruises could've been small or already faded. As for the habit, his mom even revealed he's had a biting habit since he was a child iirc

For point 3: You are absolutely right, someone could've made that up as well. However I have seen some tweets from her exes (sent to me on discord) saying she's done this before. Yeah, they could've been photoshopped/edited, but simce I refuse to download that hell of an app I can't look for them

For point 4: As a victim, fear can also play a major factor. IF Shelby is telling the truth and he did abuse her, then I understand why. I myself was scared to tell people what was happening to me, so I feel for her if she truly is telling the truth

For point 5: As this is an update blog, I wont show the video I found showing her contradicting herself (also bc the one I found was making fun of her) but I will make a WSS blog when I have time to post it there

For point 6: Yeah it is more of a pseudoscience, I've just come across it so many times irl it's become a rule of thumb when I'm asking someone about something

Before anyone says anything, no I do not support or condone these two, I merely seperate the art from the artist, as many neutral people I know have done.

Finishing this up, let me remind everyone that while yes, I do support Wilbur, I will not allow toxicity here. Anyone harassing anyone on my blog, WSS, SSS, or neutral, is being blocked, and their comments/asks deleted.

Once again, thanks a lot anon for your insight!

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whats the poem you really like whose author seemingly has not published anything since?

poem is under the cut; author is Mark Blaser; i'm preeeetty sure it was originally published in the Vanderbilt Review sometime in the late 00s? but don't have the original copy on me anymore

also i don't know anything about poetry so uh. grain of salt idk what makes poems Good or Bad or anything like that:

Letter From a Soldier to His Wife Written by Isaac Shelby After the Battle of the Thames, Canada 1813 My Dearest Susannah,                                       We were a storm Of lead rain, darker than our clouds; and now The blood that always coats my walls of sleep Is freshly red and pulsing. I am not The same strong boy whose arms have been your home For forty years. They call me Old Kings Mountain, But I am no more of a mountain than I am the moon, or perfect. I am tired. A soldier's not a class of man, just as Good humor cannot be his constitution. My hands were never born to maim or kill; It was their training, and the fever of The young, like love: for I don't doubt the blood In one man's love be just as hot and red As what I've seen imbrue these fields of war. A soldier's will to shoot through bodies dies As promptly as his will to love his wife, But neither's dead in me because they both Return and are as hard as age to clean For good out of my body. War and love Are a brusque action, learned and forgotten: I did not love you when I pulled men down To death and breathed their bodies' foreign smoke; And presently I do not love to kill, Though yesterday I needed it and soon I may again. But writing now, this first Sleep after bloodshed, the war I've not yet won Is mine with geography. I want home, Where cattle herds are all that wait below The hills, where I can dig my hands in black Kentucky, bloodless earth, where you are small Across my body as I tell you that I love you more than dying loves company.

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Kicking and knocking:

"Kicking and Knocking," also known as "Knockin," "Knock boxing," or "yuna onse," is a little-known but historically significant African-American martial art. Its roots trace back to the era of slavery in the United States, particularly in South Carolina and Virginia.

"Knocking" in this context refers to a specific technique resembling a charging headbutt, reminiscent of African cattle, producing a distinct "knock" sound upon impact. Although related, knocking and kicking were often distinct practices within the art form.

Music and acrobatic movements were integral to "Kicking and Knocking," making it inseparable from dance. It was traditionally performed within black communities to the rhythm of drums, clapping, or reed pipes known as "quills." This art form likely has connections to other African martial arts like Engolo, and shares similarities with capoeira and danmyé ladjia.

"The Sabbath is not regarded by a large number of the slaves as a day of rest. They have no schools to go to; no moral nor religious instruction at all in many localities where there are hundreds of slaves. Hence they resort to some kind of amusement. Those who make no profession of religion, resort to the woods in large numbers on that day to gamble, fight, get drunk, and break the Sabbath. This is often encouraged by slaveholders. When they wish to have a little sport of that kind, they go among the slaves and give them whiskey, to see them dance, "pat juber," sing and pay on the banjo. Then get them to wrestling, fighting, jumping, running foot races, and butting each other like sheep. This is urged on by giving them whiskey; making bets on them; laying chips on one slave's head, and daring another to tip it off with his hand; and if he tipped it off, it would be called an insult, and cause a fight. Before fighting, the parties choose their seconds to stand by them while fighting; a ring or a circle is formed to fight in, and no one is allowed to enter the ring while they are fighting, but their seconds, and the white gentlemen. They are not allowed to fight a duel, nor to use weapons of any kind. The blows are made by kicking, knocking, and butting with their heads; they grab each other by their ears, and jam their heads together like sheep. If they are likely to hurt each other very bad, their masters would rap them with their walking canes, and make them stop. After fighting they make friends, shake hands, and take a dram together, and there is no more of it." - Henry Bibb, 1849

Henry Bibb, born to a white father and a slave mother in Shelby County, Kentucky, in 1815, and was held in slavery in Kentucky, Louisiana, and in present-day Arkansas. In 1837, he escaped through Ohio and Michigan into Canada.

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Vent

While I had an awful day, I was gonna workout to get exercise and be healthy, but my brother had to do this stupid test for an interview he has to do next week. And now I got upset and wanted to play Minecraft without Working out and decided we should have Pizza for dinner. 😢😔 And now my emotions got worse. Even if I might get better by tomorrow or Sunday.

And this is why I had to draw Shadow and Spot @murumokirby360 both stuck on crossroad intersections and both of them are now lost and can't figure out which way to go. Like they're both in Shadow's Ford Shelby GT, but then a random lady raccoon and a rabbit girl with a dog came by and asked where they were heading to, but they were both about to figure it out. They can go 83 South, or they can go to a road that can go to I-40 East. Or if they go right, they can go to Flagstaff or California, or they can go back and find nothing but all the way back to Canada. At least they both got it. Now this can be sad for both of them to know which way they can go. And I know it sounds like something from Cast Away and I wasn't a fan of that movie, despite having Tom Hanks in it and my mom is a huge fan of him. Maybe I'll watch a stream or play a calm video game or any show i like that can make me feel better as well as for going for a walk in a nice and cool and less hot temperature.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Well, Spot. I hope we can find which way we should go. Even what that random Raccoon girl and Rabbit girl said to us. Although now we're lost and we don't know what way we should go. Maybe we'll decide. 😞 And maybe we should hug together before we get back in the car and head to our destination.

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