#fort Portuguese

[kibagib]

Total blackout in my country, and personally, it has been the most peaceful day I had in months. I saw the stars in the sky, and I did not have to endure my new neighbors and their lack of respect, day and night, because they believe that their apartment is a disco.

[monkeyssalad-blog]

North American T-6 or Harvard 4 G-BGPB 1747 Taz by Chris Murkin Via Flickr: North American T-6 or Harvard 4 G-BGPB 1747 Taz Constructed at the Canadian Car & Foundry at Fort William Thunder bay Ontario Canada as a T-6J Harvard MkIV c/n CCF4-538 The Aircraft Military career Served with USAF s/n 53-46198, Served with German Air Force Luftwaffe AA+050 and BF+050 and also served with Portuguese Navy Air Force (Forcas Aéreas da Armada) This aircraft was previously painted in the colours of RCAF with 385 but is now painted in the colours of the Portuguese Navy Air Force (Forcas Aéreas da Armada) Photo taken at the Imperial War Museum Duxford Cambridgeshire 6th March 2025 HAA_0462

[icarus-summer]

nunca entendi tanto aquela frase do fernando meirelles do que quando eu escrevo em inglês

mango tree nunca vai ser mangueira e I'll miss you nunca vai ser saudade

[crtter]

Few people know this, but the real reason Daft Punk disbanded is because Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo ditched poor Thomas Bangalter in order to work on a collab with Luís Vaz de Camões. He’s gonna make The Lusiads into a nightclub banger using his Moog harpsichord.

What I like about Daft Punk is that one of the guys that were in it is named Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, which is like, obviously a surname of Portuguese origin but it’s a VERY old school-sounding one. 16th century seafarer kind of name. He should be in a caravel trying to find the quickest path to the East Indies to obtain spices and dyes, not making electronic music.

[amirasainz]

What about George x Carmen x Hamilton!reader. She shows them the beauty of Brasil, and they all enjoy their time together, being in love with each other. Can you please make her fluent in Portuguese?🇧🇷💚

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💚

Brasil, o quanto eu amo (Brasil, how much I love you)

The Brazilian sun poured golden light over the sands of Praia do Forte, casting a warm glow over the ocean waves. George stretched out on a beach towel, Carmen nestled beside him, and Yn lying on his other side. Carmen’s arm was securely wrapped around Yn’s waist, and George’s hand occasionally brushed over her shoulder, holding her close. They were a perfect picture of relaxation—yet just beneath that was a bubbling excitement, the thrill of experiencing something entirely new together.

"Can you believe this place?" George murmured, his blue eyes scanning the beach before settling on Yn. “You know, I thought Monaco was paradise, but Brazil might just have it beat.”

Yn laughed, the sound bright and infectious. "That’s what I’ve been telling you both! Brazil has its own kind of magic." She shifted, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on George's arm. “And this is only the beginning. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Carmen leaned in, pressing a kiss to Yn’s cheek. "Then we’re in for an unforgettable trip," she whispered, her fingers curling around Yn’s waist just a little tighter. "You always know the best places to take us."

Yn’s cheeks flushed under Carmen’s touch and George’s gaze. She felt her heart skip, warmth blooming in her chest. This vacation had already been wonderful, but getting to show George and Carmen her favorite places in Brazil—her home—was something else entirely.

“Alright, so what’s next on the itinerary, love?” George asked, grinning. “You’ve got us hooked.”

Yn smiled, pulling away just enough to look at them both, her eyes dancing with excitement. “How about a bit of adventure? There’s a hidden waterfall not too far from here that barely anyone knows about. The hike there is through the rainforest—sound good?”

“Absolutely,” Carmen replied eagerly. “Anything you want to show us, we’re game.”

“Then let’s go!” Yn jumped to her feet, holding out her hands for George and Carmen, helping them up as they laughed and gathered their things.

---

The rainforest was alive with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves, every step taking them deeper into the lush greenery. Yn led the way, effortlessly translating the occasional signs and pointing out the different plants and animals they encountered.

“Do you hear that?” Yn asked, pausing and tilting her head. Faintly, the sound of rushing water echoed through the trees. “We’re close.”

George slipped his hand into Yn’s, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Lead on, princess,” he said softly, brushing his lips over her knuckles.

Yn felt her heart flutter, glancing at Carmen, who had fallen in step on her other side, her hand resting on Yn’s waist as they walked. Carmen gave her a soft, knowing smile before leaning in and pressing a kiss to Yn’s lips.

They emerged from the trail to a breathtaking view. A secluded waterfall tumbled down into a crystal-clear pool surrounded by thick jungle. Sunlight streamed through the canopy above, casting dappled light over everything.

“It’s incredible,” Carmen breathed, her gaze sweeping over the scene before settling on Yn. “Thank you for bringing us here, Yn. I can’t imagine seeing this with anyone else.”

“Yeah,” George agreed, wrapping an arm around Yn’s shoulders. He bent down, brushing his lips against hers in a lingering kiss. “Thank you for sharing this with us. You really know how to make everything feel special.”

Yn smiled between them, feeling the weight of their words and their love all around her. “You’re both so easy to impress,” she teased, her voice soft. “But there’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here with you two.”

Carmen leaned in, resting her forehead against Yn’s, her fingers tracing Yn’s jaw as she murmured, “Then let’s enjoy every moment of it together.”

---

As the afternoon wore on, the three of them lounged beside the pool beneath the waterfall, dipping their feet in the cool water and soaking up the sun. Yn showed them how to greet others in Portuguese, taught them phrases to navigate the markets, and laughed as George tried—and failed—to imitate her accent.

“Como vai, George?” Yn asked, grinning as she tested him on the simple Portuguese phrase for “how are you?”

George furrowed his brows in concentration, repeating, “Como vai?” as he attempted to match her tone.

Yn giggled. “You’re getting better! By the end of this trip, you’ll be speaking like a Brazilian.”

“Only because I have the best teacher,” he replied, leaning forward to brush his lips over hers.

Carmen clapped her hands together. “Alright, my turn!” She smiled at Yn, eager to impress her. “How do you say, ‘I’m falling more in love with you every day’?”

Yn’s heart melted at the request. She took a breath and repeated softly, “Estou me apaixonando mais por você a cada dia.”

Carmen whispered the phrase back, her voice low, and kissed Yn again, sealing her words with her touch. George watched them with a tender smile, his hand resting over Yn’s on the warm rock where they sat.

As they lingered by the waterfall, laughter and kisses flowing freely, Yn thought of how much Brazil had always meant to her—and how much it now meant to share it with the people she loved.

[ltwilliammowett]

The French fleet forcing the entrance of Tagus River. 11 July 1831, by Émile Jean (1789-1863)

Quarterdeck of a ship of the line (the flagship Suffren?) during the Battle of the Tagus.

The Battle of the Tagus was a naval engagement that took place on 11 July 1831 at the mouth of the Tagus river, in Portugal. A French fleet attacked and subdued Portuguese fortifications at the entrance of the Tagus, with the aim to strong-arm the government of Miguel I into recognising the newly established Kingdom of the French. The damage to the forts defending access to the Tagus and the arrival of French warships at Lisbon forced the Portuguese to cave in and comply with French demands.

[inthewaytoamultilinguallife]

#exactly!#and then all the romance languages blend together in a romance language soup and you start saying things like#una pregunta. di dove sei porque eu sunt... aspetto#disculpa; possi terza feira? merci. bonne appetite.#anyways sorry for that but as someone who did a lot of italian; a bunch of french mostly forgotten; some portuguese and some spanish;#and a little bit of esperanto even#my brain is all soup#idk if i'll ever be able to untangle it

DIOS SII

Learning to speak more than one romance language feels like experiencing the world just a little bit different each time. So you have the world a little bit to the left, and the world with a yellow filter, and the world upside down, and the world a tad bigger, etc.

Is the same world, but it isn't at the same time

[whencyclopedia]

Bartholomew Roberts

Bartholomew Roberts, aka 'Black Bart' Roberts (c. 1682-1722), was a Welsh pirate and one of the most successful villains of the Golden Age of Piracy. Roberts plundered over 400 ships on both sides of the Atlantic during his infamous three-year career, far more than any other pirate of the period.

Known for his flashy wardrobe, provocative Jolly Roger flags, and being a stickler for discipline, 'Black Bart' Roberts commanded one of the most powerful of all pirate ships, the Royal Fortune which had at least 40 cannons. Keen to avoid the hangman’s noose so many other pirates had felt tickle their necks, Roberts was shot in the throat resisting capture by the English authorities in 1722.

Early Career

Roberts was born in Pembroke County, Wales, in 1682, his real first name being John. John Roberts went to sea around age 13, and he grew into a tall, deeply-tanned, and weather-worn chap that resulted in his later nickname 'Black Bart' Roberts (or 'Black Barty'). An alternative source of this moniker was that Roberts often tortured his captives - especially French ones - to find out exactly where they kept their valuables. In one notorious episode in October 1720, Roberts ordered his men to cut the ears off a group of Dutch captives, some were hanged and their bodies used for target practice. So, then, either way, 'Black Bart' Roberts certainly lived up to his name.

As a young man, Roberts served as second mate on the Princess of London, a slave ship that plied the route between the coast of West Africa and London. Then, in February 1720, he joined, either by force or voluntarily, the crew of the Welsh pirate Howell Davis who had captured the Princess. It was at this stage that Roberts changed his Christian name to Bartholomew to make it more difficult for the authorities to discover his identity. When Davis died in an engagement with the Portuguese authorities on the Island of Princes (Principe Island) off the West African coast, Roberts was elected by the crew to take over. Captain Roberts swiftly launched a revenge attack on the fort of the Island of Princes and razed it to the ground along with the nearby town.

Continue reading...

[victusinveritas]

Colonial Portuguese fort. Note that the nearby brush has been cleared, ostensibly to make the fort look bigger.

[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

15 Day BL Challenge - DAY 43

Buenos dias... Bom dia, Matosinhos. Estamos aqui na praia, espetacular! (Portuguese Meme)

Which Branded Pairing Should Just Get Married Already?

(Question Maker's Note: This is all for fun and giggles, we’re not actually speculating on anyone’s sexuality or relationships)

2 pairings come to mind tbh... Let's see:

FirstKhao & FortPeat

I don't even think I need to speak too much on FirstKhao, I think they're some sort of thousands of year-old souls destined to find each other in every lifetime type shit... Like, regardless of how you look at their relationship and the sort of love it brews from, the facts are: they aren't just connected by the red string of fate, they are covered head to toe in it. It's kinda crazy and it makes me hyper mad, I hate happy couples /j. dksjkdjskdjskdj

FortPeat is that one meme of Harry Styles back in 1D days where he's like "it's not about winners or losers but we won", you know? That's Fort's trajectory. Bc Idk what they have but it IS going on. And Fort's effortful love (whatever type it is of) towards Peat has captivated that man, that much I can tell. They're so *insert that sound Hyunjin made trying to explain Binnie and Chan acting cute towards each other here* these days that it's just... Idk, it makes me happy. Fort has been bewitched body and soul since day one and, in this house, we commend a fellow soldier of the Simp Order for his victory. Salute, brother Fort 🫡.

[house-of-tales]

"Se ignorância é uma bênção, me pergunto o que seria sua burrice em insistir na bebida desse jeito" a empatia de Alhaitham era algo impressionante, pois fez absolutamente nada para segurar o outro quando o mesmo quase caiu.

— Eu só bebi uma taça. — Quis se apoiar na mesa para parecer que estava tudo bem, mas quase caiu. Agora ficou vermelho de vergonha.

[probablyasocialecologist]

Since the Portuguese empire clung to the coasts instead of moving inland to colonize territory, it needed to develop a fluid state for governance of its global archipelago of fortified enclaves. To manage some twenty feitorias on the coast of India alone, the crown appointed a viceroy who, after 1530, would rule that country’s Estado da India (State of India) from a capital at Goa lined with impressive stone structures that had the look of Iberia in Asia. That enclave would also serve as headquarters for a Portuguese community scattered across Asia that eventually grew to some fourteen thousand, half of them Catholic clerics and the rest officials, soldiers, and merchants. This geopolitical array of forts linked by fleets proved reasonably capable of absorbing attacks by massed Asian levies—repelling assaults from stone ramparts, drawing support from nearby ports, and evacuating safely if necessary. The result: an imperial juggernaut that allowed the Portuguese to dominate the vast Indian Ocean with a few dozen ships and several thousand soldiers, neutralizing more powerful Asian monarchs whose enormous land armies were drawn from a vast Indian subcontinent with 150 million people.

Alfred W. McCoy, To Govern the Globe: World Orders and Catastrophic Change

[cherryblogss]

heyyy! i dont see if you specified anywhere wether the requests are closed or not, but if theyre not... could we, pleaseeee, get a fernando x reader with established relationship, smut, where they go roughly at it for too long and she has to use her safe word... and hes all panicked and trying to figure out whats wrong with her and some fluff towards the end??? sorry if its too much :) but im excited

I usually use Google translate for this, but this time it just sounded off even for me and I don’t speak the language so I decided to leave this here in English

hello sweetie😘 im always amazed when people from other languages message me😭 like how do you guys even end up here. I feel sorry but i'll write it in portuguese💀 sorry for taking so long to answer😞

aff to rindo da safeword que eu escolhi

O prazer intenso do vai e vem dos quadris do moreno era uma linha tênue entre satisfação e ser demais para aguentar. Já era o terceiro round e sua pele se sentia quente demais, o rosto encharcado pelas lágrimas e suas costas doendo pelas posições inusitadas que Fernando te colocava. Tudo tinha começado quando em uma crise de ciúmes você acabou por falar coisas que não deveria e seu noivo ficou ainda mais enfurecido com seu escândalo. Mas com a raiva crescia também o tesão que culminou em vocês dois se fodendo no chão da sala e Fernando estapeando sua bunda enquanto te comia de quatro, te dando exatamente o que você pedia.

Entretanto, depois de 4 orgasmo seu corpo já estava quase apagando e a forma como o pau grosso dele se enterrava dentro de ti em um ritmo alucinante te fazia perder a consciência as vezes. Apesar de tentar manter a mente funcionando e focar no prazer, só conseguia pensar como os joelhos a quaquer momento cederiam e sua intimidade ardia de tantas atividades.

"Feer-" Choramingou incoerente em meio aos grunhidos e sons estalados dos seus corpos se chocando.

Fernando completamente imerso em seu próprio êxtase, interpreta seus sons como mais um orgasmo iminente até pela forma como suas paredes internas se contraiam intensamente e os líquidos da sua excitação escorria pelas suas coxas, sujando os pelos pubianos do argentino.

Os quadris aceleraram mais o ritmo, te fazendo soltar um grito esganiçado quando a ponta do membro começa a estimular seu ponto g diretamente a cada estocada.

"cowboy." tenta sussurrar mais só sai uma sentença incoerente. "Cowboy!!!!"

No momento que você fala a palavra um pouco mais alto, seu namorado já para de se movimentar, afrouxando o aperto das mãos e agora te segurando cuidadosamente para te virar de frente para ele.

Seus olhos desfocados só são capazes de ver os olhos escuros arregalados e a cabeleira negra se movimentando conforme ele procurava por qualquer machucado.

"Meu deus, princesa, o que foi? Te machuquei? Vou te levar no hospital agora mesmo." Ele questiona nervoso atropelando as palavras e com a voz tremendo em apreensão.

"Não, não. Calma, Fer, só achei que por um minuto eu ia desmaiar." Fala finalmente juntando as palavras e conseguindo recuperar o fôlego.

Fernando arqueia uma sobrancelha, levando as mãos para o seu rosto e limpando as lágrimas, maquiagem escorrida e saliva da sua pele. Imitando-o, move as mãos para a face do mais velho, acariciando a barba grande e as bochechas avermelhadas na tentativa de acalmá-lo já que parecia que a qualquer momento ele iria enfartar com a forma que o peito dele subia e descia muito rápido e os olhos estavam arregalados em desespero.

"Tem certeza que tá tudo bem?" Ele pergunta quase em um sussurro e segurando seu rosto para manterem o contato visual.

"Sim, amor, só acho que tá bom por hoje." Responde sorrindo fraco e relaxando o corpo para se apoiar nos braços fortes que te cercavam.

"Me perdoa, porfa." Ele pede depois de engolir em seco e checar que seu corpo não tinha nenhum machucado.

"Não tem nada de errado, Fer." Fala se inclinando para dar um beijo no queixo dele, em seguida se deitando no peitoral firme.

"Promete?" Ele pergunta com a voz mais autoritária começando a pentear seus cabelos bagunçados.

"Prometo."

"Agora eu vou cuidar de você, princesa, vem." Fernando fala depois de um tempo em silêncio. O moreno entrelaça os braços ao redor das suas coxas e te ergue com uma certa facilidade ao se encaminhar para o banheiro.

"Você já tava cuidando antes." Responde sorrindo maliciosa ao remexer os quadris e se aninhar no pescoço grosso do maior.

"Para com isso, sua safada." Ele responde te dando um tapinha franco na bunda quando finalmente chegam ao banheiro.

Ele te deixa sentadinha na beirada da banheira enquanto abre o registro e mede temperatura para deixar do jeito que você gosta, até colocando as espumas que memorizou serem suas favoritas.

Quando satisfeito, ele volta a te carregar e te coloca na água morna, depois te acompanhando e sentando atrás de você. Ele começa massageando seus ombros, te fazendo suspirar e fechar os olhos relaxada quando o alívio instantâneo tomou conta dos seus músculos. Em seguida, move os dedos largos para pentear seus cabelos e massagear seu couro cabeludo com o shampoo. Ele era tão cuidadoso que seu estômago se contorcia com as borboletas de ter dado sorte em encontrar alguém tão apaixonante como Fernando.

A situação te dando uma sensação nostálgica de quando o viu pela primeira vez. Tão sério e intimidador, mas nas primeiras palavras que trocaram você já estava caidinha pelo jeito encantador do moreno.

"Que foi, linda?" Fernando pergunta quando escuta uma risada baixinha vinda de você.

"Lembra do dia que a gente se conheceu?"

"Claro que lembro." Ele responde indignado que você talvez pensasse que um dia ele seria capaz de esquecer a primeira vez que te viu.

"Eu acho muito engraçada nossa safeword, porque só me lembro como você ficou emburrado com aquela roupa de cowboy combinando com o Kuku." Fala entre gargalhadas e se deitando sobre o corpo do argentino, mas com a cabeça erguida para encarar a feição envergonhada do seu noivo.

Fernando não consegue se conter, se unindo as suas gargalhadas com uma risada rouca ao recordar como Esteban insistiu que eles fossem combinando fantasiados de algum jogo de faroeste para uma festa de halloween e acabou te conhecendo quando você estava vestida como o par romântico do personagem dele.

"Ele me faz passar por cada coisa... mas nunca vou reclamar, porque senão não teria te conhecido, amor." Fernando fala com as íris castanhas brilhando em paixão e se inclinando para dar um selinho demorado nos seus lábios sorridentes.

Sério galera, se alguem não parar quando vc disser não ou estiver indisposta call the police e corra pelo amor

[monstersinthecosmos]

Vamptember Day 3 - Slice of Life

{gavin luke - come spring}

It’s pouring rain and smells like lightning outside. Darker than it usually is this time of day, so that when Marius wakes he’s already missed the last bits of the sunset behind the heavy storm clouds.

He craves it sometimes. Even two millennia in—perhaps because it’s two millennia in—he keeps wondering if he can trick the Blood, even just for a few seconds. He wonders, as he gets older, how much earlier he can wake, how much he can push it. How long before his eyes stop hurting when the sky is still red.

But it’s nice, for now. Soothing to wake to the thunder. 

He leaves the balcony doors open and turns on Rádio CBN as he wanders about, running through his early evening routine. He dresses, and stands in front of the bathroom mirror for a little too long, trying to decide if he should cut off his hair tonight. He has been, recently. It feels lighter when he and Daniel go out. Tonight he thinks he wants to stay inside. Maybe just sit on the balcony and enjoy the rain. He stares at his his hair for a moment, tilts his head to see the way it gleams in the artificial light. 

Sometimes he wonders what Daniel sees in him.

More to do. He shuts the lights off, takes a trip down to the front desk to check their mail. Daniel has been waiting on a book he ordered from the internet, but it’s not here yet. A postcard from Benji, though, and Marius smiles down at it as he rides the elevator back up.

Then he gets the incense lit, checks his emails, tries to remember where he left his new mobile phone. It’s the third one he’s bought this year. Keeps leaving them places. 

Excitable Portuguese spills through the radio speakers, recapping a sporting event from earlier in the afternoon. Marius raises an eyebrow, glances towards the bedroom, listening for clues that Daniel is awake. He’s gotten into the local team and DVR’s the day games. He hates getting spoilers before he can watch. It’s still quiet, though, a little early for him. 

The radio is nice, as he paces the suite. Fills the space a little, the voices blending with the rain. Less lonely, while he waits for Daniel to wake up. He pauses in the doorway of the bedroom, tempted to go wake him, staring at the shining mahogany doors of the walk-in closet. 

Daniel’s made them a little nest in there, where it’s light-tight. Marius had found it silly at first, told him it wasn’t a good solution if they were to live here. Told him they could find another place. Daniel had insisted, though. Called it a pillow fort. 

Marius can survive in the large bed during the day—the heavy curtains are enough for him now—but he finds himself in there more often than not. Sort of cozy. Reminds him of the early years, with Pandora, curled together as the sun pulls him under every morning. It’s been a long time since he woken in another’s arms. 

He considers calling her.

No real reason. Just feels nice to sometimes, now that technology allows for it. But he can’t remember where she’s been lately, isn’t sure about the time zone. 

Can’t remember where he left his phone, either. His eyes sweep across the suite, half-heartedly open to spotting it, but he doesn’t try harder than that. She probably finds him boring, anyway. It’s fine.

Just wait for Daniel.

He shrugs to himself. Shakes the energy out of his hands. 

The room came stocked with a decorative Gisele Bündchen coffee table book, and he picks it up to bring outside. He tucks himself into the loveseat on the terrace, safely beneath the awning where it’s dry. He’s looked through this book every night since they’ve been here.

Something haunting about the photographs, and he keeps studying them. The dramatic lighting, the use of color, the way she steels herself and challenges the camera lens. Marius makes eye contact with the glossy paper, wondering about her, and this character she plays. 

Humans are so strange.

Or, not at all. He supposes it’s the most normal thing in the world, since antiquity, no different from the drama and fantasy of ancient texts. This old play-pretend, as if she’s some ethereal creature, and not a soft mortal child.

He stops on a photo where she’s draped in green fabric, her figure timeless, like the marble statues from when he was alive. Then there’s one taken with a camera flash, quick and messy, where she’s laughing, hair thrown back, color warm and utterly mortal in her face. The next she’s wearing a tiger head, and then painted black, unnatural and dangerous behind a string of barbed wire. Some are high fashion and some are raw human mess. She stands in a garbage pail on one page, then sprawls across the ground with flowers growing from between her legs on the next.

Marius hadn’t wanted to go out tonight, but he wonders if he should go paint. Find someplace quiet and dry, ponder these facets of a human life. 

Too deep in thought to hear the wardrobe open. And he doesn’t hear Daniel’s bare feet, his light steps through he suite. It startles him when Daniel flops into the loveseat.

“Mornin,” he says, and kisses Marius on the cheek.

Marius shuts the book, hugging it to his chest as he looks out over the balcony, towards the ocean. Lightning flickers in the distance, and the bass of a car radio floats up from the avenue below, and he loves the charge of humidity in the air. Loves the tactile embrace of it on his skin. Daniel teases him about it sometimes, keeps saying he’s like having a pet lizard, but he doesn’t comment on it now, just snuggles in where he’s supposed to be. They barely fit on the couch together, and Daniel shifts sideways to drape his legs over Marius’s lap.

“That book again?” he asks. 

Feels silly, for some reason. Marius shrugs. “She’s very interesting to me.”

“There’s one in there that kinda reminds me of Piss Christ.”

Marius rolls his eyes. He won’t admit it, but he knows exactly the one Daniel means.

“It’s a strange book to provide in a hotel,” he says. He taps his nails against it, watching the shape of the clouds over the ocean. “Or. Maybe not. Maybe I’m being old fashioned.”

Daniel shrugs. He’s got his phone out now, face glowing in the electric light as he thumbs through his evening reads. It seems like he isn’t paying attention, isn’t interested in the conversation, absorbed in his phone for a few minutes before he lays a hand on Marius’s thigh and indulges him.

“I mean, it’s like you’re always talking about the value of art. Who gets to call something art, how much is elitist social construct, yada yada. It’s cool that some snooty buyer for the hotel wasn’t afraid to see it as fine art, yeah?” He laughs at his phone, and before Marius can ask he flips it around to show a meme from Imgur. Marius isn’t sure what it means, but Daniel’s laugh is contagious.

“Yes,” Marius says. He drops a hand to Daniel’s shin, strokes it back and forth as he watches the storm, drifting further and further away from them as the time passes. “You’re very right.”

[blackhistorystoryteller]

Black Americans should visit Ghana

To know more about black slave trade in Ghana

Monuments of shame

Cape Coast Castle - now a World Heritage Site - is one of about forty forts in Ghana where slaves from as far away as Burkina Faso and Niger were imprisoned. This former slave fortress could hold about 1,500 slaves at a time before they were loaded onto ships and sold into slavery in the New World in the Americas and the Caribbean.

Male captives who revolted or were deemed insubordinate ended up in the condemned cells - a pitch-black room where slaves were left to die in the oppressive heat without water, food or daylight.Rebellious women were beaten and chained to cannon balls in the courtyard

Built in 1482, Elmina Castle on Ghana's Cape coast is the earliest European structure erected in sub-Saharan Africa. Originally Portugese, it was later captured by the Dutch, who used it as a base for the Dutch slave trade with Brazil and the Caribbean. Under the flag of the Dutch West Indies Company, around 30,000 slaves a year passed through Elmina until 1814 when the Dutch abolished slavery.

The Portuguese position on the Gold Coast remained secure for almost a century. During that time, Lisbon leased the right to establish trading posts to individuals or companies that sought to align themselves with the local chiefs and to exchange trade goods both for rights to conduct commerce and for slaves whom the chiefs could provide. During the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, adventurers--first Dutch, and later English, Danish, and Swedish-- were granted licenses by their governments to trade overseas. On the Gold Coast, these European competitors built fortified trading stations and challenged the Portuguese. Sometimes they were also drawn into conflicts with local inhabitants as Europeans developed commercial alliances with local chiefs.

The principal early struggle was between the Dutch and the Portuguese. With the loss of Elmina in 1642 to the Dutch, the Portuguese left the Gold Coast permanently. The next 150 years saw kaleidoscopic change and uncertainty, marked by local conflicts and diplomatic maneuvers, during which various European powers struggled to establish or to maintain a position of dominance in the profitable trade of the Gold Coast littoral. Forts were built, abandoned, attacked, captured, sold, and exchanged, and many sites were selected at one time or another for fortified positions by contending European nations.

Both the Dutch and the British formed companies to advance their African ventures and to protect their coastal establishments. The Dutch West India Company operated throughout most of the eighteenth century. The British African Company of Merchants, founded in 1750, was the successor to several earlier organizations of this type. These enterprises built and manned new installations as the companies pursued their trading activities and defended their respective jurisdictions with varying degrees of government backing. There were short-lived ventures by the Swedes and the Prussians. The Danes remained until 1850, when they withdrew from the Gold Coast. The British gained possession of all Dutch coastal forts by the last quarter of the nineteenth century, thus making them the dominant European power on the Gold Coast.

During the heyday of early European competition, slavery was an accepted social institution, and the slave trade overshadowed all other commercial activities on the West African coast. To be sure, slavery and slave trading were already firmly entrenched in many African societies before their contact with Europe. In most situations, men as well as women captured in local warfare became slaves. In general, however, slaves in African communities were often treated as junior members of the society with specific rights, and many were ultimately absorbed into their masters' families as full members. Given traditional methods of agricultural production in Africa, slavery in Africa was quite different from that which existed in the commercial plantation environments of the New World.

Another aspect of the impact of the trans-Atlantic slave trade on Africa concerns the role of African chiefs, Muslim traders, and merchant princes in the trade. Although there is no doubt that local rulers in West Africa engaged in slaving and received certain advantages from it, some scholars have challenged the premise that traditional chiefs in the vicinity of the Gold Coast engaged in wars of expansion for the sole purpose of acquiring slaves for the export market. In the case of Asante, for example, rulers of that kingdom are known to have supplied slaves to both Muslim traders in the north and to Europeans on the coast. Even so, the Asante waged war for purposes other than simply to secure slaves. They also fought to pacify territories that in theory were under Asante control, to exact tribute payments from subordinate kingdoms, and to secure access to trade routes--particularly those that connected the interior with the coast.

It is important to mention, however, that the supply of slaves to the Gold Coast was entirely in African hands. Although powerful traditional chiefs, such as the rulers of Asante, Fante, and Ahanta, were known to have engaged in the slave trade, individual African merchants such as John Kabes, John Konny, Thomas Ewusi, and a broker known only as Noi commanded large bands of armed men, many of them slaves, and engaged in various forms of commercial activities with the Europeans on the coast.

The volume of the slave trade in West Africa grew rapidly from its inception around 1500 to its peak in the eighteenth century. Philip Curtin, a leading authority on the African slave trade, estimates that roughly 6.3 million slaves were shipped from West Africa to North America and South America, about 4.5 million of that number between 1701 and 1810. Perhaps 5,000 a year were shipped from the Gold Coast alone. The demographic impact of the slave trade on West Africa was probably substantially greater than the number actually enslaved because a significant number of Africans perished during slaving raids or while in captivity awaiting transshipment. All nations with an interest in West Africa participated in the slave trade. Relations between the Europeans and the local populations were often strained, and distrust led to frequent clashes. Disease caused high losses among the Europeans engaged in the slave trade, but the profits realized from the trade continued to attract them.

The growth of anti-slavery sentiment among Europeans made slow progress against vested African and European interests that were reaping profits from the traffic. Although individual clergymen condemned the slave trade as early as the seventeenth century, major Christian denominations did little to further early efforts at abolition. The Quakers, however, publicly declared themselves against slavery as early as 1727. Later in the century, the Danes stopped trading in slaves; Sweden and the Netherlands soon followed.

The importation of slaves into the United States was outlawed in 1807. In the same year, Britain used its naval power and its diplomatic muscle to outlaw trade in slaves by its citizens and to begin a campaign to stop the international trade in slaves. These efforts, however, were not successful until the 1860s because of the continued demand for plantation labor in the New World.

Because it took decades to end the trade in slaves, some historians doubt that the humanitarian impulse inspired the abolitionist movement. According to historian Walter Rodney, for example, Europe abolished the trans-Atlantic slave trade only because its profitability was undermined by the Industrial Revolution. Rodney argues that mass unemployment caused by the new industrial machinery, the need for new raw materials, and European competition for markets for finished goods are the real factors that brought an end to the trade in human cargo and the beginning of competition for colonial territories in Africa. Other scholars, however, disagree with Rodney, arguing that humanitarian concerns as well as social and economic factors were instrumental in ending the African slave trade.

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English/Portuguese

🥀 (wilted flower) - How does your character deal with stressful situations? Is their fear response fight, flight, freeze or fawn? / (flor murcha) - Como seu personagem lida com situações estressantes? Sua resposta de medo é lutar, fugir, congelar ou bajular?

(Unofficial!/Não oficial!)

This depends a lot on each character and their specific situation, but I confirm that most of them would choose to fight. In this case, each of them were placed in the group because of this, to further seek their potential in combat, power, strength, and mainly, loyalty to the group. So, they are kind of “forced” to fight, with or without power, whether they are strong or not, they have to do this, as they have the duty to help Diamond Wings and GoldenFlower have a calmer and more peaceful world compared to what it was in their “time”./Isso depende muito de cada personagem e de qual situação em específico, mas confirmo que a maioria deles optaria por lutar. No caso, cada um deles foram colocados no grupo por causa disso, para buscar mais ainda seu potencial em combate, poder, força, e principalmente, fidelidade ao grupo. Então, eles são meio que “obrigados” a lutar, com ou sem poder, sendo fortes ou não, eles tem que fazer isso, pois carregam o dever de ajudar o Diamond Wings e GoldenFlower a ter um mundo mais calmo e tranquilo comparado ao qual era em sua “época”.

“I won't say that running away would be the option for the weak, because I know that none of you are weak and that you would also have your reasons for doing so../Não direi que fugir seria a opção para os fracos, pois eu sei que nenhum de vocês é fraco e que também teriam seus motivos/razões para fazer isso..” -Mel-Loly

“But we need you to just think that while you are here, you will serve to fight and have loyalty, or else, you and the world will die in a great war./Mas que precisamos que vocês só pensem que enquanto estiverem aqui, vão servir pra lutar e ter lealdade, ou senão, vocês e o mundo morreram em grande guerra.” -Primrose

Note: Mel-Loly and Primrose are time travelers, so they know how difficult it is to put on this pressure of having the “world” in complete peace and tranquility, and in order not to bear this alone, they created the MKS group to help them/Obs: Mel-Loly e Primrose são viajantes do tempo, por isso sabem do quanto é preciso colocar essa pressão de ter o “mundo” em completa paz e tranquilidade é difícil, e para não carregar isso sozinhos, fizeram o grupo MKS para ajudá-los com isso.

And.. Yeah, that's it! I hope I answered your question/E.. Enfim, é isso! Espero ter respondido a sua pergunta ^^💛