#dividing of the land

[sisterlucifergraphics]

Hii! Happy new year! I was wondering if you could make some dividers themed around Phos or Laphos from land of the lustrous!

��Phos + Laphos Dividers💙

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DNI: TERFS, endo, proship, pro ana, nazi, MAPs, zoophiles

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[starboymp3]

i think so much abt the fact that celeborn was one of the last elves who left middle-earth... like we don't even know when it was that he left

and i also think that it was probably him who lived on middle-earth for the longest period of time (out of the elves). i mean yeah galadriel was probably older than him for example and maybe even círdan too, but none of them lived longer on this side of the sea than him. celeborn was already living in doriath in starlit beleriand when the noldor lived still in valinor, and he also stayed longer after the war of the ring, after galadriel and círdan and elrond left. like, idk. how much you have to love a place to stay there even after the most of your kind and the love of your life all left... etc

[b4kuch1n]

toy doctor redux

plushy based on this guy

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Sunscorched Divide

"To the Divide they came. In the Divide, they rest." —Ulysses

Artist: Zezhou Chen TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[ziekkfreak2-0]

"Waow... Big lady..."

Realized I haven't been playing with vibrant colors recently so I drew my two OCs if they met as adults.

[brick-van-dyke]

So, I've been doing some thinking. This could either be a meaningless little ramble that no one will care about, or something seen as really dangerous and putting a target on my back.

So, what if we, those most weary of the far right created an international group of activists in light of the US election? See, the thing is that Donald Trump and Elon Musk are very dangerous, but they are also very incompetent and could lead the government down a path that weakens it. It could create a very unique opportunity to address the far right problem and the US Imperialist system itself in one go. Or maybe I'm being overly ambitious.

This group I have in mind would have several purposes, such as keeping communities safe and protecting people from the harm the far right would do in the name of winning the election. Or, most importantly of all, connecting activists from all over the world and allowing us to dismantle the system as a concrete and united movement. Maybe it's just me being naive and hopeful, but maybe it's also something we've all wanted deep down but been too afraid to initialise? If so, maybe this is a sign to really stand up and start trying to make those connections.

[typegirls]

→ Rosé x Leitora g!p

→ Palavras: 806

→ Sinopse: Você e Rosé dando uns amassos durante o VMAs.

AVISOS: fluffy, um pouco de angst no início, leitora com pênis.

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© tradução (pt/br) by @typegirls

Ela havia lhe dito que a encontraria nos bastidores, mas você ainda não a tinha visto e estava come��ando a ficar um pouco nervosa. O fato de ser convidada de uma artista famosa significava que você tinha permissão para voltar aqui, portanto, não era isso que estava causando o nervosismo.

Não, foi algo muito mais bobo. Você sabia que era um medo ridículo, mas Rosé era famosa e bonita. Ela podia ter quem quisesse. Então, por que ela escolheria você, quando havia tantas outras pessoas deslumbrantes ao redor?

Taylor Swift estava aqui, entre todas as pessoas, e você sabia com certeza que Rosé tinha uma queda por ela. Quem não teria? Ela era alta, com pernas longas, incrivelmente talentosa...

E você era... Quem exatamente? Apenas a namorada secreta da Rosé.

Você olhou em volta para todas as celebridades que circulavam. O VMAs era um dos maiores shows de premiação. Não deveria ter ficado surpresa com o fato de Rosé estar ocupada. Você suspirou e foi para o canto, fora do caminho de todos, veria Rosé mais tarde, na pós-festa. Ou talvez no hotel, se ela estivesse muito ocupada. Não havia problema, você sabia que ela tinha trabalho a fazer.

Não foi culpa dela, você sabia disso. Então, por que você se sentiu tão...

— Querida, o que você está fazendo aqui?

Você quase se arrepiou ao ouvir a voz de Rosé.

— O quê? – Você girou para o lado para vê-la se aproximando de você, e como sempre, a beleza dela a deixou sem fôlego.

Como uma pessoa pode ser tão deslumbrante?Simplesmente não era justo.

— Bem... Eu estava esperando por você e não queria atrapalhar ninguém. – Explicou, esperando que sua decepção não fosse evidente.

Mas como sempre, ela percebeu imediatamente o que você estava sentindo.

— Ei. – Disse ela com o rosto suavizado, enquanto entrava num canto escuro com você.

Havia muitas pessoas ainda andando por ali, mas nenhuma delas parecia estar prestando atenção. No momento, parecia que vocês duas estavam em seu próprio mundinho.

— Você não achou que eu tinha me esquecido de você, achou?

Você olhou para o chão.

— Não. Quero dizer, não por isso. Quero dizer, só sei que você tem muita coisa acontecendo. Então, não tem problema!

Rosé parecia um pouco triste, ela se aproximou de você.

— Eu nunca me esqueceria de você. Você sabe disso.

Você podia sentir o cheiro de seu perfume, podia ver como o vestido se agarrava ao corpo dela, exibindo cada curva conquistada com muito esforço. Praticamente podia sentir as pernas nuas dela pressionando as suas.

E, de repente, você começou a sentir seu vestido ficando um pouco mais apertado, bem na região da cintura.

— Rosé... – Você sussurrou enquanto ela se aproximava ainda mais de você. — Nós não deveríamos...

— Por que não? – Ela perguntou suavemente. — Quero seus lábios nos meus. Bem aqui.

— Há pessoas ao redor. – Você protestou. — Qualquer um pode ver! E se alguém tirar uma foto?

— Deixa eles. – Disse ela. — Eu não me importo.

E o mais bonito dessas palavras é que elas eram verdadeiras. Rosé teria desistido de sua carreira, de sua reputação e de tudo o que tinha, apenas para ficar com você. Mas você se recusou a ser o motivo pelo qual ela perdeu tudo. Você se afastou, não muito, mas o suficiente para deixar sua cabeça livre da presença inebriante dela.

— Vamos procurar um lugar mais reservado. – Você disse.

— Gosto do som disso. – Ela disse e os seus olhos brilharam.

Era um armário. Literalmente, apenas um armário, mas tinha fechadura e luz, e havia espaço suficiente para vocês duas.

Rosé estava em cima de você no segundo em que a fechadura se fechou, com os lábios dela contra os seus. Você se entregou totalmente ao beijo, as mãos dela percorrendo todo o seu corpo, os seios, a parte inferior das costas, a bunda, o pênis duro que estava em plena atenção desde o momento em que vocês duas se afastaram.

— Senti sua falta. – Você disse quando teve um segundo para recuperar o fôlego.

— Estou aqui agora. – Disse Rosé. — Vamos aproveitar ao máximo.

Ela se inclinou para frente e a beijou novamente com força.

Você queria arrancar o vestido dela, agarrá-la e deslizar para dentro dela. Queria fazer amor com ela, ali mesmo, mas sabia que isso precisava esperar.

— Eu queria beijá-la a noite toda. – Você disse sem fôlego. — Eu queria beijá-la no tapete vermelho. No palco.

— Um dia. – Disse ela brincando com seu cabelo, a respiração dela fazendo cócegas em sua orelha. — Um dia vamos contar para todos eles. Por enquanto...

Você deu uma risadinha.

— Por enquanto, vamos dar uns amassos em um armário no VMAs.

Rosé riu, aquela risada mágica como um sino que sempre o encantava.

— Bem, você não pode dizer que eu nunca a levei a um lugar agradável. – Você a beijou novamente.

Vocês tinham uma à outra. E, por enquanto, isso era tudo o que você precisava.

[drakaripykiros130ac]

The nerve some people have blaming Rhaenyra for the discord within the family, angers me to no end.

As far as I remember, it was Alicent Hightower who, through her seduction and manipulative skills, decided to infiltrate Rhaenyra’s family. She was the outsider. And the elder. It was her responsibility to forge a relationship with her stepdaughter, not bully her.

And considering that Rhaenyra had officially been named heir to the throne after Queen Aemma’s death, Alicent’s fate and the fate of her future children would depend on Rhaenyra. Therefore, it was Alicent who was supposed to get on Rhaenyra’s good side. But no, she didn’t think about that, did she?

The absolute nerve to use the “I fear for my children’s safety” excuse when she was the one who endangered them in the first place.

Alicent’s priorities are (in that order):

1. The Iron Throne

2. Her own crown (undermining Helaena, the so-called ‘queen consort’ who replaced her)

3. Her children

[wiirocku]

Nehemiah 9:11 (NLT) - You divided the sea for Your people so they could walk through on dry land! And then You hurled their enemies into the depths of the sea. They sank like stones beneath the mighty waters.

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Sunscorched Divide by Zezhou Chen

[mistress-light]

The demon lived on inside each of us. Taunting us. Driving us mad.

[peresephoknee]

Post Captain is a lot funnier than m&c, O’Brian really honed his dramatic irony. intensely funny that Stephen tells Jack to tell NO ONE about his money trouble and he immediately fesses up to Sophia who is then bullied by her mother into spilling and then the news spreads so much faster lmao.

[moeblob]

(throws them into a modern AU)

So since Ymber wouldn't be a deity there are some things he lacks physically - such as no pointed ears and no bright blue undertones to his hair. Just the basic blue. (does he dye it in a modern AU ? who knows) Also while he doesn't have a collar to symbolize his servitude to humans I still think he should have a choker.

I had some help a while back brainstorming how there would be some form of "superior" dynamic could still exist and I really liked the idea given that he's a famous architect. (he does design all constructs for his city as a deity so it checks out - he likes buildings) And Deacon just admires all the guy's works and never expects to run into him but of course they do! Gotta have a very awkward "oh it's you I'm going to melt into the earth" and "I have no idea who you are but we should hang out".

Sooo Deacon still just really admires Ymber and feels like they're on totally different levels and doesn't understand why Ymber would want to associate with him since he's just a "boring human".

[arti-cat]

i like to think sigs and unparalleled innocence don't get along. they strike each others nerves all the time

( wip version underneath bc i like the grey palette on that too )

[fatehbaz]

Ecologies of Imperialism in Algeria, by Brock Cutler, begins with an account of food poisoning in nineteenth-century French Algeria. A deep rural crisis of drought and famine in the late 1860s had reduced the amount of fuelwood coming into the city of Algiers, leading one baker to use construction debris shipped to the colony from Paris to fire his bread oven in early 1869. The lead paint on that metropolitan rubble, product of Baron Haussmann’s transformation of the French capital, became a toxic element in the bread that sickened settlers in the colony. The author [...] treats this small episode as a microcosm of the divides, the unruly circulations, and the nonhuman actants and processes that characterized the early decades of colonial rule in Algeria, which the French invaded in 1830.

These divisions and circulations include those between metropole and colony, between modern and not modern, between person and environment, between human and nonhuman, and across the colonial frontier with Tunisia. [...]

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The first [of three major narrative veins in Cutler's study involves] [...] bread [...], the consumption of wheat grown on the Mediterranean plains of Algeria [...]. The toxic bread affair of 1869, however, was a reminder that the distance between metropole and colony was not so great. [...] The second vein examines the production of new ecosystem relations [...]. [T]he violence of decades of uneven conquest and the confiscation, appropriation, and enclosure of land and its reorientation toward regional and international [European] markets between 1830 and 1870 thoroughly destabilized rural Algerian life. This fragility turned lethal in the final years of the 1860s, when a series of environmental crises - locust plagues and drought - caused widespread famine and ultimately the deaths of up to eight hundred thousand Algerians. [...] The emptied land and cheap labor that were outcomes of the environmental crises enabled [France] to complete the capitalist transformation of rural Algeria [...]. Another outcome of the environmental crisis was an increase in the number of rural Algerians migrating to cities, where they were perceived as both a threat to public order and a reservoir of potential labor energy. [...]

[D]ivisionary logics, including the line between city and countryside and the modern gendered subject, were being performed, produced, and reproduced in the context of environmental crisis.

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[Another] major element [in Cutler's scholarship] [...] is an exploration of the complex politics of policing French Algeria’s eastern border with Tunisia, in the era before French colonial rule began in the latter polity in 1881. [...] [T]his border, officially demarcated in 1846, was only integrated into local ecosystem relations over the course of subsequent decades. Repeated performance of sovereignty through patrols and taxation of pastoral communities that lived and worked in the frontier commons instantiated the border, but the border region remained resistant to the forms of modern statecraft, such as standardization, bureaucratization, and written transactions, that French authorities preferred. [...] [Cutler] draws on intentionally “mundane” examples to show how they were critical to the steady reproduction of a modern imperial border (p. 47). [...] [A specific] episode of transborder [dispute] [...] in 1869 [...] became a referndum within the settler community on the virtues of military rule and a reminder for that [European] community of [supposed] indigenous incompatability with modernity. [...]

[T]he various divisions illuminated by the story - between modern and not, between inside and outside, and between European and Algerian - were performances staged at various times and places, not eternal features of the society or landscape. The repetition of “divisionary logics,” in the author’s telling, were at the heart of French colonial modernity (p. 149). [...]

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[T]horough reading of the French colonial archive, from official sources as well as memoirs, newspapers, and periodicals [...], [t]he first two narrative threads, on bread and disaster, demonstrate the significance of moments of crisis [...] in actually changing the course of history [...] [and] longer-term [...] ecological transformations. The other thread, however, examines how the mundane performance of modern sovereign power and its divisionary logics, over time, made real or even naturalized the new imperial frontier between Algeria and Tunisia. Both [...] society-wide crises or the steady performance of the mundane logics of power [...].

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All text above by: Jackson Perry. "Review of Cutler, Brock. Ecologies of Imperialism in Algeria". H-Environment, H-Net Reviews. April 2024. Published online at: h-net.org/reviews/showrev.php?id=59842. [Text within brackets added by me for clarity. Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

[ziekkfreak2-0]

Someday I'll learn animation properly