#Whole world the Bulgarian people's right

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Whole world the Bulgarian people's right

The Bulgarian national revolution, vividly and inimitably illuminated by his pen, stirred public opinion in Europe and demonstrated to the whole world the Bulgarian people’s right to freedom and independence.

Born on 12 June 1844 near New Lexington, Ohio, USA, of Irish parentage, januarius MacGahan began his schooling in America, continued it in Europe, and studied law at Brussels University. On the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian war in 1870, he set out for the battlefields as correspondent of the «New York Herald ». Following his baptism of fire as a war correspondent, his life was to be one of constant encounters with difficulties and danger. In 1871, he found himself in the midst of the gunfire of the Commune of Paris Istanbul Private Tours.

MacGahan ivas

Throughout this brief but heroic episode, MacGahan ivas the only newspaper correspondent on the scene — the witness, participant and chronicler of the Commune. Five years later in Bulgaria, at Panagurishte, he was to be filled with passionate admiration for the Bulgarian insurgents, who, for him, had much in common with the Paris communards. But meanwhile the tempering of his character continues in Russia. In 1873, in defiance of the ban imposed by the tsarist government, he reached the Russian army in Turkestan and sent despatches to the «New York Herald» on Russian military operations in Asia.

MacGahan’s descriptions of the capitulation of Khiva (« Campaigning on the Oxus, and the Fall of Khiva») are considered to be masterpieces of military journalism. Whether in Cuba or Spain, in England or France, or within the Arctic circle on the « Pandora » expedition (« Under the Northern lights »), MacGahan always upheld the highest ideals of his time and raised a strong voice in the defense of Man.

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Whole world the Bulgarian people's right

The Bulgarian national revolution, vividly and inimitably illuminated by his pen, stirred public opinion in Europe and demonstrated to the whole world the Bulgarian people’s right to freedom and independence.

Born on 12 June 1844 near New Lexington, Ohio, USA, of Irish parentage, januarius MacGahan began his schooling in America, continued it in Europe, and studied law at Brussels University. On the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian war in 1870, he set out for the battlefields as correspondent of the «New York Herald ». Following his baptism of fire as a war correspondent, his life was to be one of constant encounters with difficulties and danger. In 1871, he found himself in the midst of the gunfire of the Commune of Paris Istanbul Private Tours.

MacGahan ivas

Throughout this brief but heroic episode, MacGahan ivas the only newspaper correspondent on the scene — the witness, participant and chronicler of the Commune. Five years later in Bulgaria, at Panagurishte, he was to be filled with passionate admiration for the Bulgarian insurgents, who, for him, had much in common with the Paris communards. But meanwhile the tempering of his character continues in Russia. In 1873, in defiance of the ban imposed by the tsarist government, he reached the Russian army in Turkestan and sent despatches to the «New York Herald» on Russian military operations in Asia.

MacGahan’s descriptions of the capitulation of Khiva (« Campaigning on the Oxus, and the Fall of Khiva») are considered to be masterpieces of military journalism. Whether in Cuba or Spain, in England or France, or within the Arctic circle on the « Pandora » expedition (« Under the Northern lights »), MacGahan always upheld the highest ideals of his time and raised a strong voice in the defense of Man.

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Whole world the Bulgarian people's right

The Bulgarian national revolution, vividly and inimitably illuminated by his pen, stirred public opinion in Europe and demonstrated to the whole world the Bulgarian people’s right to freedom and independence.

Born on 12 June 1844 near New Lexington, Ohio, USA, of Irish parentage, januarius MacGahan began his schooling in America, continued it in Europe, and studied law at Brussels University. On the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian war in 1870, he set out for the battlefields as correspondent of the «New York Herald ». Following his baptism of fire as a war correspondent, his life was to be one of constant encounters with difficulties and danger. In 1871, he found himself in the midst of the gunfire of the Commune of Paris Istanbul Private Tours.

MacGahan ivas

Throughout this brief but heroic episode, MacGahan ivas the only newspaper correspondent on the scene — the witness, participant and chronicler of the Commune. Five years later in Bulgaria, at Panagurishte, he was to be filled with passionate admiration for the Bulgarian insurgents, who, for him, had much in common with the Paris communards. But meanwhile the tempering of his character continues in Russia. In 1873, in defiance of the ban imposed by the tsarist government, he reached the Russian army in Turkestan and sent despatches to the «New York Herald» on Russian military operations in Asia.

MacGahan’s descriptions of the capitulation of Khiva (« Campaigning on the Oxus, and the Fall of Khiva») are considered to be masterpieces of military journalism. Whether in Cuba or Spain, in England or France, or within the Arctic circle on the « Pandora » expedition (« Under the Northern lights »), MacGahan always upheld the highest ideals of his time and raised a strong voice in the defense of Man.

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Whole world the Bulgarian people's right

The Bulgarian national revolution, vividly and inimitably illuminated by his pen, stirred public opinion in Europe and demonstrated to the whole world the Bulgarian people’s right to freedom and independence.

Born on 12 June 1844 near New Lexington, Ohio, USA, of Irish parentage, januarius MacGahan began his schooling in America, continued it in Europe, and studied law at Brussels University. On the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian war in 1870, he set out for the battlefields as correspondent of the «New York Herald ». Following his baptism of fire as a war correspondent, his life was to be one of constant encounters with difficulties and danger. In 1871, he found himself in the midst of the gunfire of the Commune of Paris Istanbul Private Tours.

MacGahan ivas

Throughout this brief but heroic episode, MacGahan ivas the only newspaper correspondent on the scene — the witness, participant and chronicler of the Commune. Five years later in Bulgaria, at Panagurishte, he was to be filled with passionate admiration for the Bulgarian insurgents, who, for him, had much in common with the Paris communards. But meanwhile the tempering of his character continues in Russia. In 1873, in defiance of the ban imposed by the tsarist government, he reached the Russian army in Turkestan and sent despatches to the «New York Herald» on Russian military operations in Asia.

MacGahan’s descriptions of the capitulation of Khiva (« Campaigning on the Oxus, and the Fall of Khiva») are considered to be masterpieces of military journalism. Whether in Cuba or Spain, in England or France, or within the Arctic circle on the « Pandora » expedition (« Under the Northern lights »), MacGahan always upheld the highest ideals of his time and raised a strong voice in the defense of Man.

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Whole world the Bulgarian people's right

The Bulgarian national revolution, vividly and inimitably illuminated by his pen, stirred public opinion in Europe and demonstrated to the whole world the Bulgarian people’s right to freedom and independence.

Born on 12 June 1844 near New Lexington, Ohio, USA, of Irish parentage, januarius MacGahan began his schooling in America, continued it in Europe, and studied law at Brussels University. On the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian war in 1870, he set out for the battlefields as correspondent of the «New York Herald ». Following his baptism of fire as a war correspondent, his life was to be one of constant encounters with difficulties and danger. In 1871, he found himself in the midst of the gunfire of the Commune of Paris Istanbul Private Tours.

MacGahan ivas

Throughout this brief but heroic episode, MacGahan ivas the only newspaper correspondent on the scene — the witness, participant and chronicler of the Commune. Five years later in Bulgaria, at Panagurishte, he was to be filled with passionate admiration for the Bulgarian insurgents, who, for him, had much in common with the Paris communards. But meanwhile the tempering of his character continues in Russia. In 1873, in defiance of the ban imposed by the tsarist government, he reached the Russian army in Turkestan and sent despatches to the «New York Herald» on Russian military operations in Asia.

MacGahan’s descriptions of the capitulation of Khiva (« Campaigning on the Oxus, and the Fall of Khiva») are considered to be masterpieces of military journalism. Whether in Cuba or Spain, in England or France, or within the Arctic circle on the « Pandora » expedition (« Under the Northern lights »), MacGahan always upheld the highest ideals of his time and raised a strong voice in the defense of Man.

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Whole world the Bulgarian people's right

The Bulgarian national revolution, vividly and inimitably illuminated by his pen, stirred public opinion in Europe and demonstrated to the whole world the Bulgarian people’s right to freedom and independence.

Born on 12 June 1844 near New Lexington, Ohio, USA, of Irish parentage, januarius MacGahan began his schooling in America, continued it in Europe, and studied law at Brussels University. On the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian war in 1870, he set out for the battlefields as correspondent of the «New York Herald ». Following his baptism of fire as a war correspondent, his life was to be one of constant encounters with difficulties and danger. In 1871, he found himself in the midst of the gunfire of the Commune of Paris Istanbul Private Tours.

MacGahan ivas

Throughout this brief but heroic episode, MacGahan ivas the only newspaper correspondent on the scene — the witness, participant and chronicler of the Commune. Five years later in Bulgaria, at Panagurishte, he was to be filled with passionate admiration for the Bulgarian insurgents, who, for him, had much in common with the Paris communards. But meanwhile the tempering of his character continues in Russia. In 1873, in defiance of the ban imposed by the tsarist government, he reached the Russian army in Turkestan and sent despatches to the «New York Herald» on Russian military operations in Asia.

MacGahan’s descriptions of the capitulation of Khiva (« Campaigning on the Oxus, and the Fall of Khiva») are considered to be masterpieces of military journalism. Whether in Cuba or Spain, in England or France, or within the Arctic circle on the « Pandora » expedition (« Under the Northern lights »), MacGahan always upheld the highest ideals of his time and raised a strong voice in the defense of Man.

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Whole world the Bulgarian people's right

The Bulgarian national revolution, vividly and inimitably illuminated by his pen, stirred public opinion in Europe and demonstrated to the whole world the Bulgarian people’s right to freedom and independence.

Born on 12 June 1844 near New Lexington, Ohio, USA, of Irish parentage, januarius MacGahan began his schooling in America, continued it in Europe, and studied law at Brussels University. On the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian war in 1870, he set out for the battlefields as correspondent of the «New York Herald ». Following his baptism of fire as a war correspondent, his life was to be one of constant encounters with difficulties and danger. In 1871, he found himself in the midst of the gunfire of the Commune of Paris Istanbul Private Tours.

MacGahan ivas

Throughout this brief but heroic episode, MacGahan ivas the only newspaper correspondent on the scene — the witness, participant and chronicler of the Commune. Five years later in Bulgaria, at Panagurishte, he was to be filled with passionate admiration for the Bulgarian insurgents, who, for him, had much in common with the Paris communards. But meanwhile the tempering of his character continues in Russia. In 1873, in defiance of the ban imposed by the tsarist government, he reached the Russian army in Turkestan and sent despatches to the «New York Herald» on Russian military operations in Asia.

MacGahan’s descriptions of the capitulation of Khiva (« Campaigning on the Oxus, and the Fall of Khiva») are considered to be masterpieces of military journalism. Whether in Cuba or Spain, in England or France, or within the Arctic circle on the « Pandora » expedition (« Under the Northern lights »), MacGahan always upheld the highest ideals of his time and raised a strong voice in the defense of Man.

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Whole world the Bulgarian people's right

The Bulgarian national revolution, vividly and inimitably illuminated by his pen, stirred public opinion in Europe and demonstrated to the whole world the Bulgarian people’s right to freedom and independence.

Born on 12 June 1844 near New Lexington, Ohio, USA, of Irish parentage, januarius MacGahan began his schooling in America, continued it in Europe, and studied law at Brussels University. On the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian war in 1870, he set out for the battlefields as correspondent of the «New York Herald ». Following his baptism of fire as a war correspondent, his life was to be one of constant encounters with difficulties and danger. In 1871, he found himself in the midst of the gunfire of the Commune of Paris Istanbul Private Tours.

MacGahan ivas

Throughout this brief but heroic episode, MacGahan ivas the only newspaper correspondent on the scene — the witness, participant and chronicler of the Commune. Five years later in Bulgaria, at Panagurishte, he was to be filled with passionate admiration for the Bulgarian insurgents, who, for him, had much in common with the Paris communards. But meanwhile the tempering of his character continues in Russia. In 1873, in defiance of the ban imposed by the tsarist government, he reached the Russian army in Turkestan and sent despatches to the «New York Herald» on Russian military operations in Asia.

MacGahan’s descriptions of the capitulation of Khiva (« Campaigning on the Oxus, and the Fall of Khiva») are considered to be masterpieces of military journalism. Whether in Cuba or Spain, in England or France, or within the Arctic circle on the « Pandora » expedition (« Under the Northern lights »), MacGahan always upheld the highest ideals of his time and raised a strong voice in the defense of Man.

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YOU'RE THE ONE I WANT

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George denies his feelings for you because he's self conscious but you want to know he wants you or not Warnings: a bit angsty i guess? NOTE: this is pretty long so i might have to make a part 2

Part 2

you have been Friends with the twins since first year, and a lot has changed in those 6 years.

especially your feelings for the younger twin, George.

the way he'd smile at something Fred would do that wasn't even funny, or the way he's always check up on you when noting even wrong in the first place.

he was sweet and gentle, way more than Fred was.

you had accompanied the Weasley's at the Quidditch world cup and the whole time you kept glancing at him, right beside you, his cheeks covered in green and white paint as he cheered for the Irish and booed for the Bulgarians

you kept looking at him until Fred noticed and caught you, giving you a look. only then did you focus and not look at George the rest of the game

Later while walking back to the tent, Fred caught up to you and walked with you

"so.. George, huh?" he snickered

"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows

"I mean come on, there's a way more attractive twin right next to you and you chose the funky, fuglier one? you must be blind, Love" Fred teased with a smile

"George is not fugly" you rolled your eyes

"so you like him" he smirked

"just because I said he's not ugly doesn't mean I like him, Fred" you sighed

"but you do" he whispered over the loud cheers and celebrations

you looked at him tiredly and fought back your smile, he knew you too well

"he fancies you quite a bit too, you know" he nudged you

"he does not, Fred" you shook your head

"how would you know? you don't hear what we talk about when you're not around" he crossed his arms.

"I'll believe it when I see it" you chuckled

"oh you will"

you both walked into the tent and started celebrating with the others when George came up from behind you, scaring you. you screamed in surprise and hit his arm lightly, making him laugh

"what were you and Fred talking about?" he asked after calming down

"well- I- I don't kno- nothing" you stuttered like a fool, making you cringe

his smile faltered "oh, ok" he nodded vigorously

he walked away from you, thinking you were keeping secrets from him

after celebrating and teasing Ron, you all set into panic when you were getting attacked

Fred took Ginny's hand before running away

but you were focused looking around at the fires to notice George's panic when he couldn't see you

he called out your name loudly, refusing to leave without you.

you turned around and tried looking for him through the people running past you

"George!" you yelled out to him, letting him know you heard him

you didn't hear anything back from him but you felt a tight grip on your wrist before getting pulled along with the crowd

-

that was almost a month ago and your 6th year had began

George was still the sweet, gentle and caring young man he has always been and it made you swoon over him most nights

and you made sure you let Angelina know that, she would hear about George all the time from you and she would tell you about Fred.

and despite what Fred says, George still hasn't shown any liking towards you other than friendship

but you took Fred's advice anyway and did it yourself, flirting and being more affectionate with George. but he would just smile it off

until you started to feel hopeless and pathetic

you found Fred in the common room by himself for a change and decided to bring it up again

"Fred have you been messing with me?" you questioned, sitting beside him

"in what way?" he smiled, knowing he messes with everybody

"with George, I've done everything you told me to do but it seems like a waste of time, I really don't think he fancies me" you sighed

"I don't know what to tell you love, He tells me about his feelings for you almost every day, I think he's just too much of a coward to act upon it, I don't get why you like him when the better looking twin is right in front of you" he teased

you didn't reply to him, you just stood there feeling like an idiot

"hey, it'll be fine, He would be stupid to not like you anyway" he assured you, pulling you into a hug

he pulled you closer until you were basically on him, trapped in his arms.

he had a smirk on his face as he looked at you, and you knew what he was gonna do

he started to tickle you, making you laugh and squirm around, trying to get away from him

"stop!" you squealed

"never" he chuckled evilly

"hey guys"

Fred stopped tickling you and helped you sit up right. an awkward look came across Fred's face as he looked at George who stood in the middle of the room.

you sat up and looked at George, who looked uncomfortable

"hey, George" you cleared your throat, looking ahead of you, fiddling with your fingers

"was I interrupting something?" he replied, looking a bit aggravated

"no, not at all mate" Fred shook his head, noticing his twins face

"ok then" George nodded before walking towards the couch, squeezing in to sit down in between you and Fred, which made Fred smirk as he looked at you with his eyebrows raised

"I'm just gonna go to bed, see you tomorrow, Love" Fred said, getting up, placing a kiss to your head, and walked away to the stairs, looking back to see George glaring at him

"go for it" Fred mouthed to him, making George roll his eyes

George refused to move away from you.

"what was that about?" he asked you

you were still sat there, fiddling with your fingers as he talked

"just playing around" you mumbled

"cool" he clicked his tongue

he was still pressed up to you, making you feel boiling as the warmth of his side and the fire warm you up

"i should probably call it a night too. had a long day" you announced as you stood up.

"oh, ok then. goodnight" he frowned

"night" you rushed before going up to your dorm. without giving him the usual kiss on the cheek you normally give him before going to bed

George sat there alone, thinking about the past month, how he would catch you and Fred together, attached by the hip

he knew something was going on, he felt left out and you didn't like him as much.

he was starting to suspect something was going on between you two, something he wished he had with you

he couldn't blame you, Fred was the better looking twin, and after all the nights talking about you to Fred, he probably started to feel the same things George felt.

Fred was funnier, more outgoing, he was the more popular twin, the one that everyone thinks of first. how couldn't you like him? all the girls did.

but he was mad at Fred, he knew his feelings for you, he knew how much he liked you, yet he still went off to be with you. George didn't think Fred would do anything like this to him, they were brothers, twins.

-

the past week you would see George talking to all these different girls, he would lean against the wall as they tucked their hair behind their ears nervously, giggling softly and hitting his chest, obviously flirting with him.

it made you confused, he would never really show any girl attention unless they were his friends, not to say he wasn't friendly with people, but this was something else.

he wasn't hanging out with the group at all and when you all walked around you would find him with a girl, flirting.

you weren't going to lie and say it didn't hurt, because it did, the other night were he squeezed between you and Fred where he looked jealous must've been nothing.

you weren't able to talk to him as he was always out and about with different people and it kind of annoyed you.

Fred even said the only time he sees him is after curfew when he's already in bed, where he would sneak in after hours and head to bed

it was starting to piss the older twin off as he was without his partner in crime

Fred was going crazy as he couldn't do any pranks and you told him you would gladly help, so that's where you were, out in the corridors with Fred, getting ready to prank his brother.

not the brother they usually prank, Ron, but George. it was Fred's idea to get payback for abandoning the group.

he set it up and you kept look out for him, looking through the door to see him and a new girl talking, close together, her beginning to get touchy with him, you watched as he smiled down at her smugly

"which girl do you think he'll ask to the ball?" Fred asked you quietly

"I couldn't really care to be honest" you sighed, still peeking through the door

"I know you do, either way I'm sure Lee would take you if you end up without one" he replied

"they're coming!" you whispered loudly, not getting a chance to react before Fred grabbed your hand, pulling you around the corner, snooping as you poked your head around the wall to see.

as George walked out the door, he was greeted by quill ink pouring all over his body before stink pellets dropped on him, making him reek for at least a week, getting worse when you shower it off.

then lastly, slugs dropping from the ceiling that pooled at his feet and collected in his hair and going down his shirt

you and Fred began laughing until you heard the high pitched scream

for it hadn't been George being the victim, but the girl he was with getting pranked.

she screamed and yelled out at George, he stepped back and covered his nose from the stink and cringed at the look of her

the girl cried and she jumped up and down and shook herself to get the slugs off herself. making you and Fred snicker at the sight

George must've heard you through the screaming and crying because he locked eyes with you, making you go wide eyed

he looked pissed, like he was gonna yell at you

"come on" Fred panicked, grabbing your hand and running away from the scene, you both ran to the common room and sat out on the couch puffed out and tired from going across the school.

"do you think he's mad?" you quizzed him

"he looked pissed, but he won't yell at us, she'll probably think he did it himself" Fred chuckled

you heard loud footsteps coming from the entrance as you and Fred starting laughing again, barely being able to breath.

Fred fell of the couch and began wheezing when he saw George standing at the side of the couch, looking at you both angrily

his arms crossed and a frown on his face as he glared at you

"what the bloody hell is wrong with you two?!" he yelled at you both, making your laughs die down, looking at him shocked

when you didn't answer him he continued

"do you guys seriously not know how to grow up? she went to her dorm crying covered in ink and not to mention she stank, she hates me! she thinks I did it!" he didn't look mad anymore, he looked livid.

and then he caught a glimpse of your hands that were together as you looked at Fred as he sat on the floor.

you were trying not to laugh as you looked at George's mad face.

the small airy giggles slipped from your lips and Fred started shaking from holding his amusement in.

you covered your lips and looked at the ground, trying to calm down again

George looked at you and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion

"stop bloody laughing, Y/n! it's not funny!" he shouted at you

you stopped giggling and you looked up at him

"what is wrong with you? we were having fun" Fred interrupted

"it's not fun when they get hurt, Fred" George defended the girl

"we pranked people everyday and they always got somewhat hurt and you didn't care, why do you care now?" Fred faught

"that doesn't matter now! just leave me and any girl i talk to alone" George scoffed, his hands dropped to his side, he began walking to the stairs to get to his dorm.

you looked at Fred and smiled "someone's got their wand up their arse" you mumbled, wiggling your brows as he snickered

"you know what? you guys are perfect together, you are such a bitch, Y/n, and you both ruin everything" George came back and pointed at you as he told you off loudly

"don't yell at her" Fred got up and stood in front of him, trying to defend you

"Fred leave it, he's just being an asshole because he thinks he's finally mature and grown up" you rolled your eyes

"piss off" George grumbled

"go ahead" you snapped

he sighed before leaving, shaking his head, deciding to turn in for the night

George didn't mean what he said, he felt horrible as soon as the words left his mouth, but it's in the past now, and his words had already affected you both. he knew you both hated him in that moment for that.

he was just trying to get you out of his head by putting other girls in there, he was allowed to. you were off with Fred so why can't he go off and be with other people too without you ruining it.

he knew he would have to apologise, after tonight that girl would probably start telling people and the word would spread out that no girl should be around George or he'll just prank you.

and because of this he'll probably end up without a date to the yule ball, which he was hoping he would be able to go with you, but it seems impossible for that to happen, as you're probably going with Fred

-

it was the weekend and you and Angie went out to Hogsmeade to find dresses for the ball. before you left you saw George by himself on the couch, when he saw you, he looked like he wanted to say something but you were quick out of there, not letting him have the chance

"soo, Fred huh?" you smirked at the girl as you searched the rack

"you don't mind do you? I know you guys are really close" she smiled nervously

"no not at all, he's my best friend, and you guys look so cute together" you reassured her with a warm smile

you had told her about what happened with George as she woke up to you sobbing about it

"are you going with anyone?" she asked

"no, but I'll be ok if I go alone, Fred said who would save me a dance" you shrugged

"oh that's nice, you could just stay with us the whole time if you want" she beamed

"I wouldn't do that" you chuckled lightly

"oh my, look at this dress!" she ushered you over to her, making you let go of the rack and go over to her to see the beautiful purple velvet dress

"you should try it on!" you pushed her towards the changing room with the dress in her hand.

you waited for her and looked through the dresses

"I quite like this one" you heard from behind you, curiously, you turned around to see George holding a dress, looking at you

you looked him up and down and turned around

"it's ugly" you replied shortly

"I'm really sorry, Love. I don't know why I said any of that last night, I didn't mean it I swear, I'm an idiot I know, you can remind me all you want. please forgive me, It'll never happen again I promise" he pleaded as he walked to stand beside you after putting the dress down

"why are you here?" you sighed, not looking at him

"I came here for Zonkos, I just saw you through the glass and I wanted to apologise" he answered

"what do yo- oh" Angie spoke as she walked out wearing the dress

"Ang it looks beautiful, he's gonna be all over you" you clapped your hands as she twirled

"what's he doing here?" she looked at George weirdly

"he came to apologise" you smiled tightly

"well, we don't accept" she crossed her arms

he nodded his head and stood there uncomfortably for a moment before backing away

"ok, well, I'll see you around then"

you heard the bell above the door ring and the door shut

"does he have a date?" she asked, leaning against the rack

"not sure, he's been talking to a lot of girls, he could've asked any of them."

-

George started sitting with your group again and stopped talking to new girls every day.

you had forgave him when Fred did and you guys were good again.

you would notice that George would still seem to break you and Fred apart but he also seemed more affectionate and whenever you would start to bring it up with him, he would deny it and just say he was always like that.

you started to think he was playing with your feelings, that maybe he found out about your feelings for him and wanted to mess with you.

and you got tired of it.

you were sat with Fred near the black lake as you talked about it, and he told you that George started talking about you again

he decided to change the subject by telling a joke making you wheeze of laughter, you were huddled over, holding your stomach as you struggled to breathe

"you look so stupid" he teased

you hit his arm making him wince in pain

"hi guys" George spoke as he walked up to you both, making you pause what you were doing

"Hi George" Fred answered, nudging you to respond

"hi" you mumbled

"can I sit" he asked, waiting for a response, we nodded our heads and he sat down with you.

"so the ball" he started, playing with his fingers

"ah yeah, you excited Freddie?" you nudged his side, making him smile

"yeah" he muttered

you looked over at George for a moment and saw his upset look on his face

"I have to say that Angie looks beautiful in her dress and you're gonna be drooling when you see her" you teased him, making him roll his eyes

"Angie?" George tilted his head in confusion

"yeah, her and Fred are gonna dance the night away, hand in hand all lovey dovey" you giggled.

Fred pushed you and you fell onto your side as you laughed at him

"piss off"

"you're going with Angelina?" George asked

"yeah, I asked her ages ago" Fred answered him

"I thought you two were going together" George whispered.

you and Fred looked at each other and burst out laughing at the younger twins words

"never" you both said at the same time

"oh" he nodded his head slightly in response, making you and Fred look at each other wondering what he's getting to

"you two should go together" Fred suggested, subtly winking at you

"I would rather go with moaning myrtle then her!" George laughed a little too much, slapping his knee and he chuckled

"I'm gonna go, I need to help Hermione study" you awkwardly got up and said bye to them as you started walking away

you heard footsteps approaching you and you sped up

"wait up!" you heard George yell out to you, you rolled your eyes and slowed down

he get to you and walked along with you

"so how are you?" he questioned

"why?"

"can't i ask my beautiful best friend how she is?" he wondered, tilting his head

his words made you stop in your tracks, leaving him confused as he stopped and looked back at you

"what?" he smiled

"what are you doing?" you glared at him

he frowned at your words

"what do you mean?" he stepped towards you

"you've been doing this for so long now and I'm getting tired of it" you replied annoyed at him

"tired of what? what did I do?"

"you come in and break me and Fred apart like your jealous then insult me and then go back to being nice, make up your mind" you huffed

"I'm not jealous" he denied

"ok well then, what was all the sitting between us and pushing him out of the way to be next to me? are you playing with me?" you crossed your arms defensively

he sighed, not knowing what to say

"you act like you like me and then you completely shut me off. make up your mind or just stop talking to me" you demanded

he swallowed deeply

"did Fred tell you?" he wondered

"he told me months ago" you responded

"I thought you were with Fred, so I gave up trying," he started "I do like you"

"doesn't seem like it" you moved past him, walking away

"what do you want from me? you told me to make up my mind and then I told you how I felt, is that not what you wanted?" he questioned, keeping up with you

"George, you just insulted me not even 5 minutes ago? if you fancy me then show it! or I'm not going to believe you" you spat, annoyed by him

"why do you think I went off talking to other girls? love- I-" he started before you cut him off

"George, I don't care anymore. I really don't. you can't say you like somebody to then act like a complete arse after, if you fancy me then prove it!" you spoke angrily before walking off, leaving him there

-

George had tried his best to show you his feelings. giving you little gifts, sending you owls, going with you everywhere you went and telling you sweet things he liked about you

but you didn't yet trust him fully, he was only doing this because you told him to show his feelings, if you hadn't said that, what would he be doing instead of being with you right now?

you were heading to the library when you heard the all so familiar voice call out your name from behind you

you turned around, bracing yourself for more gifts and compliments

he caught up to you, his hands holding something wrapped in brown wrapping paper

"mum made you it, for Christmas, you can open it now or on the day" he cleared his throat, handing you it

Christmas was in 2 days- and the Yule ball

you took the package, knowing what it is and smiled, thanking him, making a mental note to send Molly an Owl to thank her

"so, I was just wondering if you'd like to go to the Ball with me?" he asked, rubbing his hands on his jeans

"I'm sorry- I'm uh- I'm going with Lee" you frowned. Feeling bad when his face fell

"Oh- right ok" he nodded vigorously and you noticed his Adams apple bob as he gulped

"Sorry- he asked me a few weeks ago seen as we both didn't have dates" you apologised

"Well, you can ditch him if you want. Seen as though it's not a romantic type of date" George suggested selfishly

"How could you ask me to do that? Just because it isn't a romantic date means I'd trade him for someone who wants me romantically" you shook your head.

"I'm sure he'd understand, he's one of my best mates" he shrugged

"George if you wanted to go with me you should have asked me instead of going off with other girls just because you were jealous of me and Fred" you exclaimed

"Well you were the one who told me to prove my feelings. I could of asked you ages ago!" He argued

"Then you should of! And instead of getting mad at me for having another date because YOU WOULDN'T ASK ME! You could learn from your mistakes and not get caught up in ugly emotions. They don't suit you, George" You raised your voice "and next time there's a ball you can pack up the courage before it's too late!"

"I thought you and Fred were together" he spoke sadly

"Well instead of going off with other girls yuu could ask me and talk to us yourself!" You yelled

"Yeah but I never wanted them, you're the one I want! You're the one I've wanted for years!" He cried out

"Yeah well next time you know what to do then, don't you?"

He stayed silent for a moment "yeah" he whispered nodding his head slowly

-----------------------------------------

[kimyoonmiauthor]

Why Pizza and Italians as a counter to food cultural appropriation?

Noticed during the whole Simu Liu thing, but what is it with particularly white people loving to roll out pizza as an example of food cultural appropriation?

I know, I'm food nerding again. But I think pizza is a terrible example, especially since the concept doesn't seem to originate from Italy. OMG, I know, someone is going to hard block on this and say, No Duh, Naples Italy.

But the first cheese on flatbread (since you can't get tomato without the new world) goes to Persia.

This is far from something like this travesty:

The core idea of kimchi was developed in Korea and later applied to Napa. Ingredients like hot pepper that came from Central Americas, replaced what is thought to be older ingredients like sichuan pepper, which is occasionally still used in some kimchi recipes and have good documentation. (Sriracha like this one is a travesty and a total WTF). There's good documentation of its development being older than the Chinese Pao Cai, which has a totally different fermentation process. So it's 100% Korean native in concept.

In fact, all of the ingredients in pizza and the concept itself originated outside of of Italy.

Haha. Pointing this very, very true fact lead someone to reporting my post even though I cited all my sources.

Wheat- Fertile Crescent. (Levant gets a ton of credit for agriculture).

milk- from cows, sheep and goats, from West Asia. Cheese, for those food ignorant comes from milk.

Pepperoni- (not required) Pigs, not Europe.

tomato- New world.

are the core ingredients that you think of in a pizza pie. All of them are IMPORTED to Italy. The concept itself, much like maths originate from outside of Italy.

Flat Bread is mentioned in ancient texts, and cheese originated in ancient texts. So cheese on flat bread isn't that revolutionary.

For instance look up lahmajouns, which originate from Armenia which does not have cheese on it, but various toppings. There are stronger origins for it in the Middle East.

This is a terrible usage for the whole, "OMG, would you be insulted if PIZZA was made by Armenians." (which I definitely saw during the Simu Liu debate. WTF. lahmajouns is older than pizza! That's a terrible example.)

Also, another example rolled out during that. was, "But Koreans run several sushi restaurants."

Look, Japan isn't the only country to serve raw fish. In Korea, the provinces of Kyeongsangnamdo and Jeolla do too. What do you think all those live octopus challenge things are? In fact, with sushi, the origin of eating raw fish, in general, is China, not Japan. The vinegared rice, though, which is what sushi refers to, is Japanese. As Koreans don't vinegar their rice nor put Mirin in it. Koreans are east Asian and were imperialized by Japan.

But every other comment was the whole "Italians". I covered this a whole, whole lot, but Italy is a poor choice for, "But, but appropriation."

Italy was an imperialistic nation.

Libya, Eritrea, Somalia and Ethiopia! It also... dundundun, had negative relations to China.

Stop rolling out Italy? You'd have better luck with Bulgaria? But I doubt anyone shouting this knows anything about Bulgarian food.

Once you are an imperialistic nation, imposing your rights to rule, and basically doing the equivalent of assault, you pretty much lose your right to claim that the world is appropriating when you've been imposing your culture on other people.

It's the whole school ground bully saying, "Do it my way or I'm going to give you a wedgy." and then you do as they say and then they complain to the teacher with big tears in their eyes, "They stole my stuff and are copying me."

So I'm saying here, with a side of food geekery, stop rolling out pizza and pasta sauce as uniquely Italian. The concept didn't originate there. The ingredients didn't originate from there, and I have a strong suspicion given that wheat originated from Iran-Iraq, etc and knives from Northern Africa that there is an older pasta dish we've yet to discover in the archaeology. The personal table fork originated in the Byzantine empire (Outside of Europe). The utensil used to eat pasta.

Yeah, I know a popular Youtube channel went over it, but then they failed to realize that the core ingredients came from Western Asia. !@#$ How do you think it got to the Silk road? You need chopsticks AND the ingredients in order to argue about pasta. Wheat didn't magically appear in China. You require the origin of the ingredients to make it make sense.

To make noodles you need semolina, wheat, and basically starch and a knife. None of those originate in Italy. To make die cut pasta you need a Chinese invention. Did not originate in Italy. Pasta, did rise up in Italy, though there isn't solid evidence for noodles per se. (I've done a lot of rounds of this, but people like to claim something is older and they domesticated it when it isn't--look up tamarind, for example, which has a false scientific name... it shouldn't be indicus. It should be africanus.)

What pizza is an example of is mass trade followed by colonization and a case of amnesia.

What pasta is an example of is trade, independent invention and then trade by two distant cultures over time. (And a side of imperialism if you're including the tomato).

How do you think the tomato ended up in Italy? Imperialism, colonization, and a lot of genocide?

It's not a dichotomy between appreciation and appropriation. Appreciation means you don't touch or profit from it. Appropriation means you stole it. You're missing trade, invitation, evolution and imperialization. And pizza is probably the worst example of "But, but People appropriate from Europe too." I covered what Europe would be like without trade. Not much going on eh? (BTW, what is it with white people and false binaries? ;) )

In fact, if you leave Europe out of the conversation, it's probably better... (that time someone tried to say Asians wearing jeans was cultural appropriation. You mean after mass imperialization and then cotton itself being an example of a slave good? Yeah, not the best example there.)

When Iran (Persia for those who failed History class... I've been running into those people lately) declares that pizza is actually their invention, 'cause the whole cheese on flatbread is theirs, then that's a conversation worth having. 'cause they've been imperialized and done some imperializing. Then it becomes blurry, but I doubt any white people can name a Persian dish.

A side tangent into Simu Liu

BTW, tapioca comes from the Brazilian rainforest, from the Guarani people. It came to Asia in the 16th century. This was to replace the sago pearls which are native and of Chinese origin. But the concept of Tapioca pearls themselves in Boba is Taiwanese. Both of the people attributed to originating are are Taiwanese Han Chinese (as supposed to the other ethnic groups in Taiwan, which there are people of, BTW, Hokkien and Hakka are both sub ethnicities of Han Chinese.) So Simu Liu claiming it's part of his culture too, as a Han Chinese descendant isn't far off, but also because the concept spread back to the rest of East Asia for years before it landed into white hands who said they would "solve the problem for Boba tea") What? What's the problem with Boba tea?

BTW, one of the credited inventors is Liu Han-Chieh. Liu. Liu. That's the surname. *sighs*

Yeah, gets a bit dicey with the whole imperialism thing, and Japan invading Taiwan thing, but seriously... that whole debacle was odd. And still, I'm going to say pizza is a terrible example of food cultural appropriation.

[lactodebillus-bulgaricus]

3rd of march. bulgaria is going to party with his friends. meanwhile, in the afterlife, bulgar and onoghur are talking.

bulgar: our son has his national holiday today, what are we going to get him?

onoghur: wait which one?

bulgar: omg how could u not know, it's about time for u to become more involved with their lives!

onoghur: yeah as if ur very engaged with their lives, ur starting to wonder what kind of gift to get him on the day of celebration instead of deciding, u know, days or weeks before!

bulgar: well at least I know when our son has his national holiday!

onoghur: yeah ok ur right u win this time. but still, u didn't tell me which son of ours celebrates on march the 3rd?

bulgar: the one on danube. it's his liberation day from ottoman oppression. what are we going to get him? got any ideas?

onoghur: well we can't get him anything from the afterlife cuz it'd just phase through him.

bulgar: yeah we'll go into the world of living, do u have any idea what we'll get him?

onoghur: why are u asking me, weren't u berating me for not being involved with him enough a moment ago? how could I know what to get him?

bulgar: oh right ur right. I can't think of anything right now so let's go into the world of living.

*they pass through something like a portal*

they arrive in some sort of a shopping center and attract people's attention with their arrival, medieval clothing and the fact that they're semi-transparent and glowing. most people think this is some sort of hologram/art installation initially so they whip out their phones and start recording, but then they realize something else is going on when onoghur and bulgar start walking around.

onoghur: damn bulgar look people are giving us weird looks :D u know what this means?

bulgar: we can scare them into giving us whatever we want for free! :D

onoghur: yes :D btw look at this embroidered shirt, maybe we could get him this

bulgar: nahh he already has like a shitton of embroidered shirts that he's embroidered himself. besides, let's get him something bigger! something that makes people respect and fear him!

onoghur: like a warhorse or a sword or a bow?

bulgar: nobody uses these things today. I'm thinking, let's get him an AR, or a tank :D with our ghost powers, we can do anything!

'or a new bugatti'

onoghur and bulgar turn around and see avar.

onoghur: avar wtf what are u doing here?

avar: well after my state crumbled and was taken over by ur son, I lived my final years in pliska and I was something like a father figure to him. I overheard u talking but before I could come and tell u anything, I saw u hop into that portal and I decided to follow u. I wanna get him a gift too :D

bulgar: well who cares about a bugatti! let's get him a tank, or a helicopter!

avar: if we steal one of these things, the army will be on our asses. they will find bulgaria, cause him problems and get the tank or the helicopter back. besides, if his bosses wanted him to have one of these things, they would give him one. also, he has access to all the tanks and shit in the bulgarian army, he's bulgaria after all! but the bugatti, that's something else. having such an expensive car says 'look at me, I have power, I can buy u and sell u, I can help u or destroy u, u'd better be on my good side, I can do stuff u can only dream about, I'm on a whole another level'. why do u think gold and silver and silk and all the other luxurious stuff was so important to me when I was alive?

onoghur: but wouldn't police get on our asses if we steal the bugatti?

avar: well... we'll intimidate people with our ghost powers so they don't call the police :D

*they steal a bugatti and intimidate the owner into not calling the police*

bulgar: ok so I have the most experience with the modern human world out of us three, I know how to drive a car. I'll be the driver.

avar: there are only two seats in the car and there's three of us.

onoghur: well avar I guess ur gonna have to go home or sit in my lap

avar: wait why?

onoghur: how else are we supposed to fit in that car? now if it was bulgar, there'd be no problem but I'm not sitting in some other dude's lap dammit

bulgar: bruhhh there's enough space one of u could fit in the middle, between the two seats

*they manage to somehow fit in the car*

*bulgar drives it to his son's place. there are several collisions, but it's ok, he's using his ghost powers so his car doesn't get damaged*

*they arrive in the evening, during the party. onoghur and avar leave while bulgar starts honking so his son hears the sound and comes out of the house*

bulgaria opens the front door and his jaw drops. romania, greece, serbia and turkey peek through the door and their mouths are open agape.

onoghur and avar: HAPPY LIBERATION DAY, BULGARIA!!! :DDDD

bulgar: *gets out of the car* son we got u the best car cuz u deserve it :D

meanwhile, the tv in bul's living room *loud as fuck* : GHOSTS STOLE A SPORTS CAR AND DROVE IT ALL THE WAY TO BOYANA RESIDENCE, CAUSING SEVERAL TRAFFIC INCIDENTS IN THE PROCESS. THEY WERE FILMED DISCUSSING THE ROBBERY THEY WERE ABOUT TO COMMIT IN PARADISE MALL EARLIER.

*police sirens are heard, they intensify, cops and teams of ghostbusters arrive*

america is one of the ghostbusters

america: I AINT AFRAID OF NO GHOST

what happened later is hard to describe with words. perhaps AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAILHJKFKLGUKGHLKJKKKKKKKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUJJJJJJJJJKKKKKKKKKJHBVVVVVVVVVVVVVDDDDDDDDDDDHHSSPSOHSPSSJHHSHHHKRRFFFF is sufficient. but that's a story for another time. let's say that bul had to stay at someone else's place for a while and he didn't want to see his parents for even a longer time.

[axoloth]

Why don't all Slavic people create some great Slavic union? Their languages are so similar and cultures too, they all share respectful behaviours, etc.

That’s only your opinion because you are not Slavic. Our culture might seem similar to you, and our languages probably sound the same to you, too. But we see huge differences between our way of thinking; our culture is sometimes very different, just like our manners, and there are languages from which we understand maybe like 5 words out of 100. Slavic languages, I mean. And don’t say: “Maybe it’s just you because you are stupid, other people are surely more capable.” No. We do not understand everything that some other Slavic foreigner is telling us.

By the way, this comics perfectly illustrates the differences between our inter-Slavic relations:

For example, there are Western Slavs, like Polish, Czech, Slovak, and their regional variants. From them, as a natural-born Czech, I understand maybe 30–60 percent naturally. and then I have to guess the rest of the sentence from context. As a result, I will understand 80–90 percent of what they are saying.

Then there are Eastern Slavic languages, like Ukrainian, Russian and Belarusian languages. Do I naturally understand them, aka without second-guessing? No. Not at all. Maybe like those 5 words out of 100, if any at all. I have no freaking idea of what they are saying to me. They are usually pretty pissed off, especially when they are Russian, because in the time of the USSR, our parents were forced to learn Russian. I was born in the era of communism, yes, but I started attending elementary school in 1992, which is three years after the fall of communism. That was already in democracy, and we were learning German and English. So no, I don’t understand Russians. But some Russians still see us as their rightful colony, just like the British see the Indians, and they certainly don’t like it when we tell them we don’t understand them.

And the final linguistic group is the South Slavic language group aka the people who live in the Balkans, or very close to it. Those are the Croatians, Serbs, Slovenians (there are Slovaks and Slovenians, a big difference), Macedonians, Bulgarians, and so on. From them, I understand maybe 20–50 percent naturally, and from the context, I can guess maybe like 60–70 percent of their whole speech. That is if I am lucky. But I am second-guessing myself all the time, and I am frequently wrong.

And that’s only the languages.

As for the culture, our nations were, just like anywhere else in the world, always influenced by our invaders and neighbours.

The Balkans were strongly influenced by the Turkish Ottoman Empire. They long-belonged under their forced rule. You can see it in their style of dancing, clothing, habits, and so on. The style of dancing is usually frantic, with people twirling their handkerchiefs in the air, and hop-hop-hop like dancing, line dances, and men and women dancing separately. Croatian women even have a dance in which they dance with a wine jug balanced on their heads.

The Ukrainians, Belarusians and Russians have also a very different style of dancing. Men wear high red wellington boots and pantaloons, loose white shirts, big belts, and a headgear different from the rest of the Slavic groups. In the winter, it is usually something huge, warm and fluffy made out of animal fur (you can buy it in shops, nobody makes the hats anymore). Their style of dancing is more acrobatic. Men float in the air, half-bent, or they drop on their hands, throw legs in the air, and kick very high. Women merrily dance with legs in the air, waving handkerchiefs, or they kind of slowly float in circles. With their long skirts, they look like they are not walking but riding a skateboard. The dancing in general is very bold.

The Czechs, Poles and Slovaks - and this time, SLOVENIANS, too, even though they technically belong to the pre-Balkans - are the most different group. All of them were in the Austro-Hungarian Empire, so they are GERMANIZED to a certain degree. You can see it in their dances, habits and style of clothing. The Czech Republic especially was under a great deal of German and Austrian influence, because its geography “bites” into Germany. And we are direct neighbours. The other Slavs call us “Little Germans” (no kidding), because what we got from Germans was our sense of order, although only compared to other Slavs. In the Czech Republic, the order is more like a highly organized chaos, but it is still an order of sorts. The Bohemian part of the country (there are 3 parts, Bohemia, Moravia and Silesia) is the closest to Germany in terms of culture, music, dances and manners, especially when compared to more Slavic Moravia or Polonized Silesia.

EDIT: Also, there are religious differences between us Slavs. Eastern Europe tends to be traditionally Orthodox, while Central Europe is mostly Roman Catholic. The Balkan tends to be divided between both religions, mixed with Islam. And that's only the official religious practices. Unofficially, we Czechs are 80+ percent atheist and agnostic (we are the 7th most atheist country in the world, and the most atheist country in Europe), while the neighbouring Poles are the most religious and Catholic country in Europe (along with the Spanish), and one of the most religious countries in the world. They even had their own pope, John Paul II. That itself obviously creates another friction, especially when the attitudes in the Church influence the thinking of normal people. The Poles are traditionally largely antisemitic and anti-gay rights, while we Czechs don't give a damn. You can be gay here and stick a tongue into your partner's throat here, and while some people will comment about it or have a few remarks, no one actually cares. We are even the most tolerant European nation when it comes to marital unfaithfulness. It's the beer. We act as if we were drunk 24/7. We are just totally lax about everything. Granted, we are not lazy, but still lax, and we love to complain (how typically Eastern and Central European - even the Germans and Austrians love this… but not on such a scale), but we are still quite peaceful, at least compared to, let's say, the Balkans. Also, Central Europe in general is more peaceful than their other Slavic counterparts, AND we tend to drink socially, like the Spanish. Meaning, you go to a pub to have a beer and make friends. Nobody is drunkenly lying on or even under the table. And when we drink, we usually turn to beer, moonshine and wine. In Eastern Europe, they go to the pub - or they drink at home - to get drunk, and their to-go alcoholic choice number one is mostly vodka. And they tend to make up extra reasons for drinking every shot: “To Putin! To my sister’s new baby! To my brother’s divorce from that ugly hag! To today's great dinner! To the shooting of Laika into space!” I am exaggerating, of course, but this is how it goes there. They think they are just being friendly, while we Western Slavs tend to see them as alcoholics.

[religiontour]

Whole world the Bulgarian people's right

The Bulgarian national revolution, vividly and inimitably illuminated by his pen, stirred public opinion in Europe and demonstrated to the whole world the Bulgarian people’s right to freedom and independence.

Born on 12 June 1844 near New Lexington, Ohio, USA, of Irish parentage, januarius MacGahan began his schooling in America, continued it in Europe, and studied law at Brussels University. On the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian war in 1870, he set out for the battlefields as correspondent of the «New York Herald ». Following his baptism of fire as a war correspondent, his life was to be one of constant encounters with difficulties and danger. In 1871, he found himself in the midst of the gunfire of the Commune of Paris Istanbul Private Tours.

MacGahan ivas

Throughout this brief but heroic episode, MacGahan ivas the only newspaper correspondent on the scene — the witness, participant and chronicler of the Commune. Five years later in Bulgaria, at Panagurishte, he was to be filled with passionate admiration for the Bulgarian insurgents, who, for him, had much in common with the Paris communards. But meanwhile the tempering of his character continues in Russia. In 1873, in defiance of the ban imposed by the tsarist government, he reached the Russian army in Turkestan and sent despatches to the «New York Herald» on Russian military operations in Asia.

MacGahan’s descriptions of the capitulation of Khiva (« Campaigning on the Oxus, and the Fall of Khiva») are considered to be masterpieces of military journalism. Whether in Cuba or Spain, in England or France, or within the Arctic circle on the « Pandora » expedition (« Under the Northern lights »), MacGahan always upheld the highest ideals of his time and raised a strong voice in the defense of Man.

[thoughtemporium]

Rowling ramble

I'm just so tired of all the JK Rowling shit and people finding things to get mad about. She has said stupid things but to examine every word, every little detail and find racism and some sort of hatred in them is just so incredible stupid.

"But she named an Irish character with a sterotypical Irish name, she is a racist. She named eastern European people stereotypically Eastern names", but had she not, people would have gone crazy saying she hadn't paid any attention to different cultures and how stupid she was for not knowing what is an Irish or Bulgarian name. "She should have picked some not so common names!!" and how, exactly, in the 90s or early 2000s, you would expect her to find a list of common first names in Bulgaria? I agree now it's easier to make characters have more depth but come on.

"She named the one chinese character with both only last names" yea stupid shit, but the year was 1999 (prisoner of azkaban) when she was introduced to the series. Did you expect her to fucking Google what are the common first and last names in China? Or did you expect her to ask a random Chinese person to tell her? Imagine all the rage now if it was found out that she asked a random Chinese person to tell her whether or not the name was appropriate. She literally tried, she even added a powerful and meaningful Chinese chracter despite living in her little white bread wonderland and writing a story about the said white bread wonderland world.

"She said Dumbledore is gay billion years after the series ended, she can't do that, she hates lgbt people" No, she didn't. It was revealed when filming the Half-blood prince that Dumbledore is gay, literally a few years after the last book was published and filming the series was still in progress. It is not literally relevant to the story. Harry is a fucking teenager, does he need to know his headmaster's sexual orientation or lovers?? Would you have preferred Dumbledore had a huge coming out scene somewhere? Why, when gay people, are written as you know, regular people, some get mad? Why do you need to make them explicitly gay? Is being gay only putting on a huge show or making everyone know you're gay? And it's set in the 1900s UK anyway, do you think it was super desirable be openly gay then? And when you read the books now as an adult, you can clearly see the special bond between Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

"she is super fatphobic, all the mean characters are fat" Again, look at the time when the books were written. Literally everyone were fatphobic in the 90s and early 2000s. It doesn't make it right, but gives you perspective of the times. And besides, not all the mean characters are fat, literally Draco, Voldemort and Bellatrix etc. And there are chracters who are described as pudgy who are good people and appreciated throught the series, like Mrs. Weasley and Ludo Bagman. Literally anything can be found in there.

"She is a horrible person for making up a cult that hates people for their backround!!" yea BECAUSE THEY ARE THE BAD GUYS AND THEY NEED TO BE BAD. Jesus christ. I don't think Agatha Christie was a murderer even though she wrote a lot of murder mysteries? A lot of the characters are morally gray, like Dumbledore, Snape etc. but THAT'S THEIR WHOLE FUCKING POINT. People nowadays seem to think that eveyone is either GOOD or BAD with no exceptions. And if someone writes a mean/bad chracter, it automatically means they are a horrible person as well. Every single person is morally wrong in someone else's opinion and I'm so tired of people trying to make people be less complicated than they are.

There are so many things as well that annoy me. But the thing I hate the most that people seem to be picking and choosing things that only support their point of view. JK Rowling needs to get educated more about to certain things, but people come on. Use your own brain sometimes.

[heartfullyferal]

Who has been the best influence on Lizzy in her life? Who is the worst?

1. Klaus (affectionate)

2. Klaus (derogatory)

No I tell you what, the whole Mikaelson Household as a military UNIT around this girl has been a very crucial influence on Lizzy's self esteem, her endurance, and her worldview. Moving as a collective entity much like the Addams family (snap snap), if one adult is daggered, the other one is f r e e. And a l l of them in one way or another has fed into raising this child to be so much stronger than she f e e l s in her darkest hour.

Aside from El Bastard Numero Uno, the headline figure for Better and Worse in Lizzy's life has been Rebekah. Lizzy's mom is strict, she tells her n o, and doesn't let her come with Elijah to watch scraps with Marcel in the Quarter. Boo. The wooden spoon is the reason Lizzy has A MODICUM OF SELF RESTRAINT. Not Klaus. The Spoon.

But Rebekah?

Lets not fucking forget she pioneered feminism before it was even CONCEIVED. Well behaved women seldom make history.

Lizzy has watched her talk back, snap necks, cash cheques, wear the pants, get advanced, do her dance, and fuck right the hell off on her own agenda for all of three minutes between the door and the dagger straight into the coffin. A nightmare of an influence on a little girl who was supposed to learn not to BITE. The girl who loved too hard. Lizzy learned to argue from her auntie.

Klaus is a problem for several reasons, but half of those are because if he sees fit, Lizzy's ego will absolutely go completely fucking unchecked. As long as the act is justified or entertaining, Lizzy could probably massacre a whole t o w n and Klaus would get on his sacrifice altar and tell people to fuck off and let her express her creativity. Which? Has since confused her because sometimes the same massacre is n o t okay when he's not in the mood for it.

If you want to talk about really- the b e s t influence, we're going to look at Stefan Salvatore, right there in tandem with Elijah.

He probably has one of the most m e a s u r e d and considerate approaches? To influencing Lizzy's lifestyle, and her frame of m i n d. I think he's been an absolute breathe of fresh air in the way he reaches out to her with a calm and gentle demeanor, and he makes the compassionate angle look inviting rather than exhausting. Lizzy could see herself be kind to people in the Stefan way without throwing UP, which is new, given that she used to be allergic to saying the word SORRY. Elijah is remarkably similar, he's such a graceful and immovable force, that can take the most frantic of storms and s o o t h e them, and command a r o o m. Or a Quarter. There's something of Elijah in Lizzy's stage presence.

More recently Katherine has managed to invite Lizzy into this world of more humble stances, taking great care to appreciate the little things in life that she never really got to touch on in a mansion run like a palace. Lizzy has absolutely adored discovering her Bulgarian roots, and that sort of human softness has really resonated with her.

Last but not LEAST but also least because it's Damon, DAMON.

Lizzy's exposure to Dad isn't nearly as full on as it is with Katherine and Stefan, and we don't actually DISCLOSE how much time she's quietly spent having a heart to heart with him, because it would RUIN THEIR IMAGE. But he's something of a grounding reality check.

While everyone else is very rigid and caught in their personal journey through life, Damon has this way of cutting through the curtains and smoke screens, and giving Lizzy an objective overview of w h a t the problem really looks like.

That's not to say he doesn't twist it!

Of course he does, he's got more opinions than a... thing with a lot of opinions.

But he's v e r y good at chopping up a confusing situation into smaller pieces, and laying them out on the table for Lizzy to r e a l l y have a good look at. And he really might be one of the very few who wants to see Lizzy take the steps h e r s e l f. Because what does it matter to him, which direction she chooses? It seems that as long as the result doesn't directly impact h i m, she's allowed to go her own w a y.

And more often than not he has a habit of saying the thing she was thinking, out l o u d. It's how she really trusts that she's h i s.

Lizzy's List Of Honorable Mentions:

Snoop Dogg, he told her once that in this industry you have to watch what you tell people, watch your words, don't say a damn thing publically when you're heated. Shut the fuck up and sit down and write it in a draft first before you set fire to your career. He pops into her head every time she wants to f i g h t.

Nero, her pet Scorpion, taught her that no matter how big and scary the animal looks, it will probably like treats. See: Klaus.

Nugget, of course has taught Lizzy about responsibility and unconditional love! You know, it doesn't matter how hard she's crying, he doesn't walk a w a y. The man's committed.

Jeremy Gilbert, is the first b o y she really got emotionally close to, and has taught her how she wants to handle the relationship landscape, because she hasn't been cornered, controlled, or restricted. Her little self assured personality really doubled when he took a shine to it.

Courtney Lawrence, the Patsy Stone to her Eddie Monsoon. If there was a drug, she fed it to her and said IT'S FINE SWEETIE IT'S ALL THE LATEST. If there was a party to sneak out to, she's driving the c a r. Her Yes-Woman.

Lizzy takes little things from every single person in her l i f e. There is nothing she is not willing to learn, and she's adapting and changing herself c o n s t a n t l y.

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corkscrew for the ask game pls

Corkscrew is: favorite folktale. Which is both the most fun and the hardest to answer. There are just so many great ones from all parts of the World. So, thank you for the opportunity to let out some of my love.

One of my favorite sub-genres is: someone is trying to accomplish something on the shortest night of the year.

* I've seen several rocks with origin story like: an evil magician/witch/lesser devil tries to destroy a town where people are just too good and too happy. So, on the first night of summer they try to drop this huge rock on this town, for the good folk to either perish or at least be not as happy anymore. But, since the night is too short, the magic fades away too soon, dropping the rock right on top of our villain, crushing them to death if they were mortal.

* My favorite one with a treasure only accessible on the first night of summer: there is a cave under a waterfall, thet you can only enter on one night, and only on hot summers. There, if you're brave enough to pass through numerous monsters and spooks with not a trace of fear in your heart, you will reach the innermost chamber, where a princess sleeps a magical sleep surrounded by all her treasure. There was but one man brave enough to pass through the labyrinth of caves and tunnels not even flinching at monsters growling at him or wights tugging at his clothes. He reached the princess, more beautiful than the tales he heard, sleeping soundly. At last he found a thorn of a poisonous plant in her foot and yanked it out--at which her eyes finally opened and filled with tears of pain. And this man, the bravest one ever, with no fear in his heart, startled at the sound of her cry. Which was enough for the monsters lurking in the dark to sense his fear and devour him. That year, once again, the river turned red from the blood of another brave young man.

But then, I've been researching more interesting pieces of werewolf lore lately, and I just can't not mention any of that.

* There's a story of a cursed wedding: all the guests as well as the young couple disappeared suddenly in the middle of the feast, no trace left of anyone. However, since that night a pack of wolves started roaming around the area. When some locals hunted one of them, it turned out that there are wedding clothes hidden under the wolf's pelt. They all got cursed by a neighbor who wasn't invited to the wedding and got mad about it.

* There's also one that is more literature than folklore, but it shaped my whole idea of what a werewolf story should be, so here it goes: a young man goes to war, leaving his fiancee behind, though she begged him not to leave before marrying her. He eased her worries though and promised to come back in a year. Year had passed with no sign from him, so the girl went to a witch, to ask if she had any means of seeing 'her lost brother'. "He's no brother to you, but a lover," the witch says, "and I can see him safe and healthy, with a lovely new wife".

The girl goes to see it all with her own eyes, and, exactly as the witch told her: a nice home, a lovely wife, and her unfaithful lover, who of course refuses to explain anything and pretends not to know her. So, in justified anger, she returns to the witch asking for a way to panish the asshole, and receives a talisman to hang around his neck. The moment she puts it on him, he turns into a wolf, kills his wife as well as his former fiancee, and in the end also finds and kills the witch.

I read it when I was 10 and it still lives rent-free in my mind.

I could open yet another door by explaining how Persian story of 'Amu Nouruz is connected to Bulgarian martenitsa, but I'll leave that for the first day of spring.

If you're still here, thanks for reading!