#conations

[unteriors]

Conat, Pyrénées-Orientales, Occitania.

[philoursmars]

Merci - Thanks - Gracias - Grazie - etc

Voilà mon 10.000ème billet !

Merci à tous ceux et celles qui me suivent et qui parfois me font l'honneur et le bonheur de me rebloguer !

En particulier, merci (il n'y a pas d'ordre, si ce n'est alphabétique !) à :

@cicer1

@conatic

@cosihantutti

@eopederson

@gwydionmisha

@lauduc

@plaidetchocolatchaud

@priest-iuput

@shareacokewithaloser

@viliere

@vincentreproches

et j'en oublie forcément.......

[thepastisalreadywritten]

By Meilan Solly

24 October 2024

During an impromptu game of table tennis in September 1934, a player accidentally stepped on the ball.

The host’s father decided to look for a replacement in a cupboard at their English country house.

Instead of table tennis balls, the family patriarch stumbled onto an “entirely undisciplined clutter of smallish leather books,” including one whose cover “had been eaten away, presumably by a mouse,” as his son later recalled.

That unassuming manuscript turned out to be the only surviving copy of The Book of Margery Kempe, a medieval text chronicling the adventures of a female Christian mystic.

Previously known only through 16th-century excerpts that painted Kempe as an anchoress who walled herself up in a cell to devote her life to private prayer and reflection, the manuscript reframed its namesake as a colorful figure who’d traveled abroad on religious pilgrimages, claimed she’d experienced visions of herself participating in such biblical events as the birth and crucifixion of Jesus, and endured multiple arrests on charges of heresy.

“You lose all sense of her story and her personality when only reading the excerpts," says Eleanor Jackson, a curator at the British Library in London.

“She’s a very larger-than-life character … who was not an anchoress but [rather] incredibly mobile. She’s been to the Holy Land, she’s been to Rome, she’s been to Santiago de Compostela.”

The chance discovery of Kempe’s autobiography speaks to the rich trove of writing about medieval women that survives to this day, as well as the countless works that have been lost over the centuries, Jackson says.

“Women in the Middle Ages were seen as less important than men, and they were excluded from a lot of areas of power,” the curator adds.

“Their stories were less often recorded, and because women often weren’t given the same level of education as men, [many] couldn’t write themselves.

Women’s histories are much harder to find, but they are there when you look for them.”

A new exhibition at the British Library tells some of these long-overlooked tales through a selection of more than 140 documents and artifacts spanning roughly 1100 to 1500.

Co-curated by Jackson and Julian Harrison, “Medieval Women: In Their Own Words” spotlights queens, nuns, authors, warriors, physicians, and artisans alike.

As the name suggests, the show emphasizes women’s personal testimony, “telling their stories as much as possible through their own words, whether preserved in their writings or dictated to scribes, as was the case with Kempe," Jackson says.

The individuals featured in the exhibition run the gamut from famous figures like Joan of Arc and Italian French writer Christine de Pizan to the lesser known, including Estellina Conat, the first recorded female printer of Hebrew texts; Shajar al-Durr, the first female sultan of Egypt and Syria; and Alice Claver, a silkwoman who crafted ornate clothing for England’s Edward IV.

By highlighting such a diverse group, lead curator Jackson and co-curator Harrison hope to move past widely held conceptions of medieval women’s existences being centered around domesticity and oppression by men.

“Their lives were a lot more vibrant than people expect,” Jackson says, “and [visitors] will be surprised by the sheer variety of roles that they occupied in the fields of politics, religion and the arts."

—

“Medieval Women: In Their Own Words” is on view at the British Library in London from 25 October 2024 to 2 March 2025.

[citedesdames]

[a-decaying-nightlight]

I GOT HIM BACK CAN YOU GO TALK TO ELYS NOW (Just holding clone drywall-)

i feel elsa wont open up to me tho, but ill try

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Armored Warfare Poll.

[felidthing]

it lit rally feels useless to seek help for my ridiculous energy issues because im fat and depressed so its likely to just be categorized under one of those. girl i have to take a full day off after spending the previous day doing anything more than a solo shopping trip with nothing going wrong

[lobosfoodbowl]

these are all real things but i need you to hear me when I say this - it sometimes is that pesky iphone.

There’s a reason you feel drained after scrolling on your phone for three hours straight. There’s a reason you feel so antsy after consuming constant media. There’s a reason your imagination is shot, there’s a reason it feels like the world is constantly on the brink of it’s ultimate demise and there’s a reason shit always seem so hopeless and it’s because we have the whole of human knowledge (relatively, if you disregard youtube comments) in our backpockets, pinging away and constantly asking us to come back for more.

I’m not saying it’s not those other things. And honestly? I’m not saying “BOOO, toss the phones into fires and burn them”, clearly I’m not cause i’m sitting here typing on one. We’ve got problems, we need to fix them, but I’m speaking as a 33 year old with A Bunch of Diagnostic Shit Going On With Their Brain and Who Has an Addictive Personality, if you genuinely feel like you can’t function without your phone, you’ve got a problem and you gotta see what’s going on.

[arolesbianism]

Oh and to be clear with my beastieball team building I have gone into the game basically completely blind so I am just working off of what I've seen within the game for hypothetical team building

[mybuddyjimmy]

Conation

Conation [koh-NAY-SHən] Part of speech: noun Origin: Latin, early 17th century 1. The mental faculty of purpose, desire, or will to perform an action; volition. Examples of conation in a sentence “Monica had the conation to complete the Boston Marathon.” “Henry was frustrated that he still had the conation to complete his big plans, but the foul weather was stopping him.”  #wordoftheday

[walking-power-generator]

No way she literally me fr!!!! (I am in near constant physical, mental, and emotional pain due to this sport)

[cellaspider]

Yo people

Sorry about not posting art for over a month, but why is the hair of my dog (labradoodle F1, on the more lab looking end but with more curls) so soft and nice on his head, but on his body and belly and stuff its all kinda rough, or weird feeling. Anybody else feel a difference in different areas of a dog, cat, or other animal's skin?

[conatic]

Myself

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i like the way you think

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[falling-star-cygnus]

i've been rooting around the wbk fandom and manga for a little over a week now, and i've made a few posts just about some observational things, sooo now i feel a wee bit more comfortable posting something more indulgent :3 -> it's like leveling up in a video game, where you gotta learn the controls for the first 10-15 levels until you can participate in the fun stuff T^T

Nirei, Sakura, and Suo's dynamic is so very, very adorable. i wish more people talked about how cuddly they are with each other 😭

Nirei Akihiko and Suo Hayato's Top Secret Guide to Being a Grade Captain's Charger Or, Sakura Haruka's Emotional Support Vice Captains

"You guys ever notice..." Anzai starts.

The small group of first years' gaze is drawn over one by one. First to Anzai, and then green, brown, amber, and red eyes pulled to the shwip of the door opening.

This early in the day, the people entering and leaving didn't cause much fanfare. Sure, you might perk up when you saw your friend, get giddy to share news that couldn't be conveyed properly over text, but all in all it wasn't really anything out of the ordinary.

A freckled blond strolls in.

"...that Nirei gets away with a lot more than we do?"

With his hand wrapped around Sakura Haruka's upper arm.

The group of four feels an irrational swell of jealousy, one that they’ll deny to their graves.

It wasn't like Anzai was wrong, even if it was an unwanted dose of reality. Out of all of them, Nirei- whether it be because of his puppy like energy or his position as one of Sakura’s first friends- always seemed able to squeak into contact with their bristly captain without his alarm bells going off.

Seriously.

It was impressive, actually, Kiryu had tried to brush some of his darker hair out of his face once- buut Sakura hadn't seen his hand coming until it was right in front of his nose. Both of them had frozen at the resulting flinch, as dishearteningly natural as it was.

Kiryu didn't really let it deter him, though. Sakura's hair was really soft. Anzai would know, considering he got a face full of it when he tackled him that first day. Also positive reinforcement 'n conations 'n all that.

Anyway- honestly, the only one that even came close to Nirei's level of allowed tactility was..

“Oh? What makes you say that, Anzai-kun?” Suo asks, smiling like they couldn't all see how he tightened his grip on his wrist. 

Greedy bastard. At least Nirei was practically impossible to hate.

And Suo got away with blatantly staring at their grade captain's pretty features, so Anzai thinks he really shouldn't be complaining.

"Why're you actin' like that, you get his attent-"

“I told you, it’s fine!” Sakura is huffing at the blond, unintentionally interrupting as the two came closer, “It’s not even that deep.”

“It could still get infected-”

The attention shifts again, this time to the hand hidden inside the bicolored boy's pants pocket.

"Hmm? Did Sakura-chan get hurt on his way here?" Kiryu questions, shifting closer as Nirei starts talking with Suo [eh, somethin' about missing him this morning?]- though the blond's hand slips down to his captive's elbow instead of entirely letting go.

"Wh-? As if! Nire- he's overreacting!"

Annd there's that familiar blush, rosy down to Sakura's accusing finger. ....is that healthy? It's cute, no doubt, but are hands supposed to blush? They're not, right?

Eh, Anzai will ask Nagato later. It's been a while since they hung out one on one.

"No, I'm not! You're- mmph!?"

"Shut up, shut up! It's not important!"

With Sakura's hand clamped [gently, oh so gently, everyone notes] over his vice's mouth, Nirei can't do much more than make some worriedly frustrated noises. He's still clinging to their bristly captain's arm, as if trying to pry out the injured hand into the open through sheer force of will, and-

"DID YOU JUST LICK ME!?"

"YOU WEREN'T GONNA LISTEN OTHERWISE!"

...they're rowdy this morning.

Suo, the asshole, is just watching with an elatedly amused curve to his eye- like observing a ping pong match.

Unnoticed by everyone, the desk the group was gathered around contained one slowly rousing Sugishita. Well- they knew he was dozing there, but none of them really knew how long he'd been listening. Or awake.

Had he been awake the whole time?

It'd clearly been long enough regardless, because he reaches his lanky arm up- perfectly level with Sakura's pocket in his slouched malaise- and lifts the bicolored captain's hand into view. Like a princess.

The result is near instantaneous.

Like a feral cat, Sakura throws himself backwards and out of Nirei's hold with a startled screech- kinda adorably reminiscent of a tuxedo arching it's back and hissing- but he doesn't really get far when Sugishita shifts his grip to his wrist to keep him from bolting.

....and Sakura's wrists were really small.. or maybe the blue haired fanatic's hands were really big? He only had to use his pinkie and thumb to completely loop around it.

Both could be true.

Also wow. Their relationship really had changed since Noroshi.. it still couldn't really be considered friendly, of course, but...

Hey, wait a second-

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?" Anzai balks in pure astonishment, finally registering the absolutely demolished knuckles of his grade captain. They're practically skinned to the bone!

Seriously, they're horrific looking- skin is literally dangling off in places.

Sakura squirms, concerningly red in the face and heaving in the chest as he tries to free his hand, but Suo maneuvers his way behind him to gently grab his shoulders.

"Calm down," he cajoles, ever the greedy, soothing gentleman, "We're just worried, Sakura-kun, no one wants to hurt you."

...right.

Maybe they were coming on a bit too strong. Sakura's trust in them was still a fragile thing, barely planted with a bud as new as spring flowers and... ah, Sugishita could do this metaphor better. Something, something, too much water and fertilizer at once?

Point is- they had to go slow. A little at a time.

"I- I knew that," their captain bristles defensively, his raised shoulders lowering as Nirei wraps himself around his arm again, "I just- I wasn't expecting to get grabbed-"

"Eh? But didn't Nire-chan and Suo-chan grab you just now?" Kiryu cuts in, returning from wherever he had disappeared to [Anzai feels a little bad for not noticing his departure] with a roll of bandages and cleaning solution.

Unsurprisingly, that just makes their captain flush darker.

"That-! That's different-"

Oh?

Anzai grins.

"Reeeally?" he leans close, but takes care not to brush against him just yet- there's already three people touching his bristly captain, and five in total crowding him- "Why is that?"

Distantly, he wonders if they make cosmetics in the color Sakura is turning. Maybe Tsuchiya would want some..

"They're-"

"Special?" Kiryuu heckles lightheartedly, leaning over Sugishita to gently pat the cleaning solution into the cuts.

Sakura doesn't even flinch. Anzai's chest squeezes again.

"H-Hey! Don't put words in my-"

"Aww, Sakura-kun. We're touched," because, of course, Suo had to rile him up even further, "We are your vice captains, after all. It makes sense."

Smug bastard.

"It's not like that- You volunteered for that role!" Sakura continues to deny, getting dangerously close to overheating, "You two just- don't... count. For some reason."

...he doesn't even realize.

He doesn't even realize!

Anzai has never been so jealous in his fucking life-

Nirei squeezes their grade captain's arm closer with sparkles in his big brown eyes, "Sakura-san..."

"So how did your knuckles end up like that anyway?" Anzai butts in, forcing his gaze to where Kiryu was gently taping the gauze down.

Sugishita was still holding Sakura's wrist still, but at least the limb wasn't trembling anymore. Still stiff as wood, though, but progress is progress so he'll keep his mouth shut.

Their grade captain goes silent- his ahoge practically crinkling from the heat emanating from his face.

The four look to Nirei.

"Ah, Sakura-san.." he prompts, patting his captive's elbow, "You should be the one to tell them!"

Suo squeezes his shoulders, curious himself.

Sakura stays silent.

"I bet it'll make them reeeally happy!"

....maybe the blond was more devious then they all thought.. or maybe Suo was just rubbing off on him too much. Either way, their captain relents the slightest bit.

"There was... a fight."

"Yeah.. we figured." Anzai can't help but deadpan.

And then he wants to kick himself, because Sakura was sharing and if Anzai was the one that made him retreat back into the shell everyone was trying to crack, then he'd never forgive himself-

Sugishita kicks his ankle for him. Which- surprising, but also fair.

"They were- saying shit. About Kiryu," it's honestly a miracle Sakura hasn't ground his teeth to dust yet, "'...'n Suo.... and Sugishita.."

Their bicolored captain raises his injured hand to the back of his head- out of Sugishita's surprise loosened grip- and ruffles up the strands as he attempts to glare holes into the edge of the desk. His face is as pink as his namesake.

"And you," Nirei tacks on, but Sakura just shakes his head.

"I don't care about that, they can say whatever they want about me- I'm used to it."

He shouldn't have to be used to it, they all think bitterly.

"But they don't know you guys," Sakura bulldozes before any of them can say as much, "It just- pissed me off."

That seems to be his limit, because as soon as that final word rings out he's whirling around hiding his face in Suo's shoulder. The eyepatched bastard is caught so off guard that it shows on his face.

"Oh my," he says, tentatively resting his hands on his captain's shoulders, and then he smiles again... all soft and unslimy-like that it's a little off putting, "So our dear Sakura-kun was defending our honor~ How sweet."

Sakura defended them.

Unlike his usual backhanded compliments, this one from Suo sounds so genuine.. Suo, Kiryu, hell even Sugishita look a little awed in different ways- though the blue-haired fanatic looks pissed about it a second later and puts his head back down against his desk. Kiryu pats his shoulder consolingly, clicking a million photos away on his phone of their bashful captain.

...Anzai'll have to pester him for some of those later.

Sakura weakly punches his vice's shoulder, his knuckles bright pink [seriously, is that healthy?] and his ears much the same.

Maybe they still had to go slow with their affection, still had to ween the bicolored boy off the loneliness that plagued him like an addiction, but the rewards were more than worth it.

How anyone could look at Sakura and not want him in their lives was a concept that Anzai couldn't grasp at all.

Sakura Haruka, the boy who jumped fist first into protecting those who couldn't- their grade captain that wanted all of them to be safe and made himself literally sick with worry after everything with Keel.

How could anybody not love him?

How could his old town look at him, truly look at him, and not want to crawl into his skin to make a home?

It was their loss, now, regardless.

Sakura Haruka belonged to Makochi.

And Makochi was greedy enough to want him all to themselves.

[cottoncandytrafficcones]

10 Jewish Women from History Part 3

Shulamit Kishik-Cohen (1917-2017, Israel)

Born in Argentina, she immigrated to Mandatory Palestine as a child, and grew up in Jerusalem. At sixteen, she married a Lebanese Jewish merchant, and raised seven children with him. She established ties with the Beirut Jewish community and authorities, and helped smuggle information from Lebanon and Syria, as well as helped Jews escape. She assisted the Mossad in bringing Jews of Arab lands to Israel.

Raquel Liberman (1900-1935, Argentina)

A Polish-Jewish immigrant to Argentina. Born in the Kiev Governorate of Russia, she moved to Warsaw as a child. She married and followed her husband to Argentina with two sons. After her husband died, she began working as a prostitute though the trafficking network Zwi Migdal. She managed to buy her freedom, but was then fooled into a fake marriage with a husband who stole her savings and forced her back into a brothel. She escaped a second time and contacted a police inspector, filing a complaint in court. Her testimony brought to light Zwi Migdal's crimes, and over 100 members were detained.

Miriam bat Benayah (late 15th century-early sixteenth century, Yemen)

Daughter and sister of scribes, she was a Jewish scribe herself. She, along with her father and brothers, are credited with copying 400 books together. In one scroll of the Pentateuch, she wrote that she had copied while nursing a baby.

Hannah van Recklinghausen (1332-1349, Netherlands)

A banker and the earlies woman merchant known by name in the Netherlands. The daughter of a Jewish Court Jew from Germany, she is listed as her father's assistant and colleague from 1347.

Urania of Worms (?-1275, Worms)

A Jewish women who led other Jewish women in prayer in the synagogue, one of a handful of women to be doing said occupation in the 13th-14th centuries. he daughter of a rabbi.

Reynette of Koblenz (~1340-~1390, Germany)

A Jewish moneylender. She became a moneylender after her first husband died and continued independently through her second marriage. The size of her financial dealings surpassed those of both her husbands. In 1372, in response to the demands of the Andernacher city fathers, she raised 8,000 guildens to pay them.

Dulcea of Worms (?-1196, Germany)

A Jewish businesswoman and moneylender in the twelve century. Coming from an elite family, she married a famous Jewish theologist and leader. While her husband devoted himself to religion, she pursued economy and business. She also conducted business in parchment scrolls for extra income, and was a notable figure in the community, leading and teaching women.

Paula Dei Mansei (?-~1288, Verona)

A Jewish scribe and Torah scholar, thought to be the earliest known female Jewish scribe. Belonging to a family of scribes, she contributed to her father's biblical commentary, and translated the work from Hebrew to Italian. She also transcribed a prayer book, and a collection of laws.

Estellina Conat (15th century, Italy)

A Jewish printer and the first woman active as a printer. She was married to the man who founded the first Jewish printing press in 1475, and was active in the press independently of her husband.

Brenda Howard, 1946-2005, America)

A bisexual rights activist born in the Bronx. A feminist, she participated in and planned queer rights activities, and was active in the Gay Liberation Front and other queer organizations. Her activism included the 1987 March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights.