#honor the treaties

[olowan-waphiya]

https://ictnews.org/news/us-promises-240m-to-improve-fish-hatcheries-protect-tribal-rights

The U.S. government will invest $240 million in salmon and steelhead hatcheries in the Pacific Northwest to boost declining fish populations and support the treaty-protected fishing rights of Native American tribes, officials announced Thursday.

The departments of Commerce and the Interior said there will be an initial $54 million for hatchery maintenance and modernization made available to 27 tribes in the region, which includes Oregon, Washington, Idaho and Alaska.

[areiacannaid]

[dinosaurwithablog]

Petey is such a great dog!! She waited, impatiently, to be told that she could have her birthday treats. She won't touch them until I say that it's okay. That's why she gets all 5 right now!!! Now you see them.... now you don't... woof!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PETEY!!!! 🤍🖤🤍

[skyloftian-nutcase]

First Meetings (Hero’s Shadow backstory!)

The highlands were particularly chilly today as Link looked out into the dunes of Gerudo territory. It was strange how he could be so close to barren heat while also freezing his butt off.

Trilling his lips, the half-Sheikah warrior stretched lazily, gaze drifting from spot to the next. He had been transferred to guard duty along the Hyrulian-Gerudo border for his new assignment. It was his first time truly far from home, and it was honestly pretty thrilling. Link loved to see and learn new things, and the Gerudo Highlands were so vastly different from the lush, wet valleys and mountains of home. Kakariko Village was tucked away near Lake Hylia, and Link had spent most of his youth swimming and rushing to the large Cracked Mountain - legend said an earthquake had caused the large split along its center, and it held mystical treasures within its belly, but all Link had managed to do as a child was get stuck halfway through and give his elders a heart attack.

Either way, he loved exploring, and this place was all entirely new. The Highlands were visible from the capital on the Royal Plateau, but he’d never really known what to expect of any of it. Now that he was assigned here, he wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of the place.

But at the moment he was on duty, and so he stayed in his position.

It wasn’t as if the Gerudo were particularly hostile. They were not part of the kingdom and needed to be watched, and they were a warrior people, making them more threatening than others, but still… they hadn’t really caused problems for Hyrule, nor vice versa. There was definitely a wariness between the factions, though, and it created tension.

Movement caught Link’s eye, and he turned, wondering if maybe it was another lizard (he had already collected three), when he realized it was a person. Small, far in the distance, but someone nonetheless. Curious and a little wary, Link crept closer, hand slowly resting atop his katana, and then he got a closer look.

It was a Gerudo. A teenager, from the looks of it - maybe even around his age. She had twin scimitars, and she was practicing with them, slicing hydromelons with ease. Link watched her a little while, watched the way she moved so fluidly, the way her muscles rippled with each twist and turn, the way her hair reflected the sun far more than the sands did. He felt himself staring a little too long, his heart fluttering a little, and he stepped back, a little overwhelmed. The girl seemed to sense his scrutiny, stopping and looking around before glancing upward at him. Link swallowed, throat dry.

She—she was—she was beautiful.

Link heard a sandal on stone, and his adrenaline immediately spiked, every nerve on high alert, just in time to see a shadow cast over him. He looked up and saw a large figure seemingly falling out of the sky towards him, large mace in hand, and Link gasped a little, rolling out of the way as the weapon slammed into the earth.

Grabbing the hilt of his katana with his left hand, the thirteen-year-old immediately went into action. The initial removal from the scabbard was a wide slash, pushing the figure—a man who bore Gerudo traits (but weren’t all the Gerudo women? That’s what he’d heard)—back a little to avoid getting eviscerated. The sun shone behind the man, blinding Link a little, and he changed his position, breaking the kata in order to get a better view. It gave his opponent an opening, and he took a large step forward, swinging the mace horizontally. Link ducked, thankful for his small stature, and jabbed his blade directly forward. His enemy twisted to the side to dodge, and Link’s flank was wide open, giving the man an opportunity to do a one-handed swing with his weapon.

It hit true, slamming Link in the ribs.

The young warrior went flying, hitting the cliffside and falling to the ground, trying desperately to catch his breath. He heard the person walk towards him, and then heard under his breath, in a bemused tone, “A child?”

Link gasped life back into himself, ignoring how his ribs protested, and he sprang back to his feet, gripping his blade with both hands as he did another sweeping cut to drive his enemy back. He jerked a little at the end of the fluid motion, hissing in pain. His ribs were definitely broken.

Did he have a fairy? An elixir? He didn’t remember packing anything, but—

Link’s eyes widened as the man strode forward purposefully, both hands around the leather handle of the enormous mace, and he swept it right where Link’s head was. Clapping his hands together, the teenager channeled his magic, feeling the air sucked out of his lungs as he disappeared before the weapon could land a hit.

Ganondorf stared, blinking at the blank space where the child had just been. Despite being caught off guard by the Hylian’s age, he was still armed and he’d still been watching his daughter, which merited a swift response. The Gerudo king looked around a moment, confused, before hearing clothes fluttering. He turned around wildly, still seeing nothing, and then the sun reflected off something bright just above him, and he looked up and—

The child was about to stab him in the head.

Hissing, Ganondorf pushed hard with his right leg, jerking his body to the side just in time for the Hylian to slice his blade across his shoulder and part of his chest. Ganondorf bit back a yell, his blood pumping faster than it had in ages, and when he’d finished dodging, he’d almost had to laugh.

He didn’t know how this child was actually managing to put up a fight, but this was actually kind of invigorating. The boy had even landed a blow!

Ganondorf knew he’d won, though, based on how the boy struggled to breathe, so he paused before continuing the fight. “Who are you, child?”

The boy immediately hesitated, clearly caught off guard by his change in tone, and he stood hesitantly in a ready stance. “My name is Link.”

“Link,” Ganondorf repeated, humming and putting the mace on a strap on his back. The Hylian hesitated, red eyes curious and hopeful and far too trusting. In an instant, Ganondorf pulled out his spear, slamming the boy’s abdomen with the blunt end. The child gasped, falling to his back, and the fight was over. Ganondorf approached him slowly, watching his chest heave as he struggled to breathe. He pulled out a red potion, plopping it on the ground next to the boy, and dug the sharp end of his spear into the earth beside the child’s light blonde hair. “Don’t watch my daughter again.”

With that, the Gerudo king walked away, wondering what in the world Hyrule Kingdom was doing sending children to its borders anyway. But he had to admit… he was impressed by the boy’s fighting prowess.

Link grimaced, turning enough to grab the potion and chug it, wondering what in the world just happened.

Despite reporting the incident to his superiors, not much was really done. Apparently, there was concern that this was the actual King of the Gerudo himself, and no one would dare cause problems by claiming the king had attacked a lowly Hyrulian guard. Link wasn’t important enough to merit a war. He also felt immensely guilty he’d even managed to bring about any concern for one.

Sighing, the teenager resumed his post the next day, a little more wary and more than a little put out.

When he heard a foot scuff on stone, he immediately drew his blade, wondering what kind of insanity he was going to deal with now.

Instead, he saw the girl he recognized from yesterday, carrying a basket and looking apologetic.

“Hey,” she said softly, holding her hands up to appease him. “I don’t mean any harm.”

“This is the Hyrule border,” Link warned, not moving.

“Yeah. I know.” The teenager replied dully, as if it were obvious. Well… it was, but still. What else was he going to say?

“That means you can’t be here,” he explained, though there was less force in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah,” the girl replied dismissively. “Technically I can’t cross the line. That’s somewhere between you and me. I’m still in Gerudo territory.”

Link lowered his sword, growing confused. “Yeah, but… what do you want?”

“I wanted to say sorry,” the girl replied, lowering her arms and gripping the basket with both hands. “My dad is… overly protective. But… yeah. You want food?”

Link blinked. Blinked again. “Uh… sure?”

The girl smiled, trotting over and grabbing a stick. She traced a line in the dry earth, easily creating a division between them. “There. There’s the border. I won’t cross this line. But we can have a picnic in the meantime.”

Link stared at her, then at the line, then back at her. And then he giggled. “A picnic sounds nice.”

The two sat across from each other, the center of the basket placed directly over the line, and slowly they started to eat and chat. And if they stayed there for hours until the sun started to set, neither really commented on it.

And if they saw each other the next day for another picnic, neither complained.

And if a King and Queen of the Gerudo stood exasperatedly at the bottom of the cliff the tenth time it happened, neither of them noticed.

[iwanttobepersephone]

Ok but hear me out

Will getting hurt on a mission, not bad enough to need immediate or even complicated medical attention, but bad enough that he can't fight

So, Halt finishes off who/whatever they were fighting pretty quickly and pretty much runs over to help him

And as he's cleaning and bandaging Wills wounds for him (they were at such an angle that Will couldn't properly do it himself) Halt kept muttering "Mo buachaill leanbh" to himself

(because he refuses to consciously admit that he views Will as a son, but he still really cares for him and defaults to speaking in Hibernian to hide that fact)

[optimisticslytherin]

[nineteen-rats]

If you're still doing requests would you be down to draw a TRR Will? 👉👈 No pressure he is just my little meow meow

OF COURSE ANYTHING FOR YOU

be gentle with him he’s depressed

[disappearinginq]

🌹🌹🌹

You, good Nonny, get a literal wild card after I put options into a random selector - so if the Rookie is not a fandom of yours, feel free to send another ask.

He’d been home for a year and a half now, but his shoulders still tensed when someone was behind him, or he was forced to sit in the open and under the heavy scrutiny of twenty other people, friendly or not. After six years of assessing what kind of target he would be in any given situation, it was harder to let go of the idea that he was not surrounded on all sides by Unfriendlies than he thought it would be.

So he avoided the front row as best he could by picking the row slightly further back because of its proximity to the door. He kept his arms folded across his chest and leaned back to put even more space between him and Sergeant Grey’s podium, and picked the chair closest to the glass wall so he didn’t feel like he was surrounded, and Isabel took the seat next to him.

“You look like you want to kill someone,” Isabel whispered, without turning her head towards him.

“The day is young.”

Isabel was one of the only other recruits at training that wasn’t put off by what she called Tim’s ‘resting bitch face’, which Tim considered another form of armor. People took smiles and pleasantries the wrong way too often, and he was sick of having to backpedal out of awkward conversations he hadn’t realized he was walking into just by being nice. He’d rather be a dick that no one would misinterpret as flirting.

They were two of the four rookies assigned to Mid-Wilshire, but the other two sat on the opposite side of the room - Lopez and Graham.

Tim knew little about either of them, other than Isabel really like Lopez and referred to her as Spicy Lopez - as there were seven at the academy - in appreciative awe of her shooting ability on the range, and the way she managed to flip every guy in their hand-to-hand class with an ease that spoke of having a lot of male relatives to fight while growing up, and a low tolerance for bullshit.

Or that her side hobbies included vigilantism in Gotham.

[ribesaureum]

Love seeing the Nimiipuu energy project.

[onemoregayapollokid]

The cave and its secrets

Summary: Will and Horace end up in a cave as the sun sets. Horace is alone and claustrophobic. Will helps.

Word count: 881

Tw: Anxiety/ claustrophobia

Horace was going to kill Will Treaty. Never mind the fact that he was a hero of Arulen, never mind that Gilan would be very put out or even that one could go so far as to say it was treason- the Rangers were, after all, Kings Rangers. Horace was going to kill Will Treaty for neglecting to mention one detail. He had told Horace to keep watch while he scouted ahead, deep into the yawning cavern that was the cave. Horace was fine being left behind, really he was. Until he realized Will hadn’t told him how close to sunset it was and how dark even the mouth of the cave was without the sun sending rays to warm to cold stone. Horace didn’t mind the dark so much as the confined space. He’d always hated tight spaces, ever since he could remember. Something about walls on all sides of him, unable to stretch or even breathe always set Horace’s teeth on edge. And now he was alone in the dark, with shadows breathing down his neck. Horace shuddered, gripping the hilt of his sword tighter. He crossed to the other side of the cave, attempting to put space between himself and the shadows. The wind screamed, sounding suspiciously like Horace’s own name. The knight shuddered, glancing at the cavern where Will disappeared. He was always braver when he had the smaller man to protect. Even though Will didn’t need his protection, Horace gave it anyway. He’d give anything for that man, even his life.  Horace whimpered, feeling the walls of the cave tighten around him, settling their weight against his chest. Horace rubbed his hand against his chest, trying to dislodge the anxiety that swirled in his stomach, heavy like food gone bad. Horace sighed, shivering as he glanced at the cavern mouth, willing Will to reappear. Horace could feel himself panting slightly and focused on slowing his breathing. One hand on his chest, Horace wrapped the other around his mid section, applying enough pressure so he didn’t feel like he was about to fall apart. Horace slid down the cave wall dropping to his knees, head lowered. Horace gasped, giving up on slow breathing, focused instead on keeping himself upright. Horace felt if he fell further than he already had, that he would never find his way back from the chasm in his mind, far darker than the one Will had disappeared down. The wind screamed, and Horace broke. 

“ Horace” The wind whispered, and Horace swore he could even feel hands on his face. 

“ Horace. “  The wind sounded exasperated now. Ghostly fingers trailed across Horace’s jaw. Horace tensed as the wind picked up, raising in volume, shrieking around the cave. 

“ Horace?” Horace was shaking, and the wind sounded like Will, a low hum. Horace was still shaking, a rhythmic back and forth that made the wind sound out of focus. 

“ Horace.” The wind was louder now, closer to Horace. With a strangled gasp, Horace’s eyes snapped open. Will was crouched beside Horace, one hand on his shoulder, worry knotted in the furrow of Will’s brows. Will was murmuring something, speaking in the quick, low voice he uses to soothe animals and children. Will was shaking Horace, though he stopped when he noticed Horace’s blue eyes on him. 

“ Horace?” Will questioned softly. Horace nodded, jerkily but he was responding. 

 “ I need you to breathe for me love” Will’s voice was soft, his eyes gentle. Horace gasped, shaking his head. 

“ Cant breath” He ground out, teeth clenched. Will’s eyes scanned his face, before Will was standing, pulling Horace to his feet, supporting the weight of the larger man easily. Will moved quickly, pulling Horace alongside him. Will pulled Horace out of the cave, settling him easily on the grassy knoll. 

“ Breath with me.” He instructed gently, hands giving Horace an anchor point.  Horace took a shuddering breath, finding his chest no longer fighting against the motion. Horace sucked in another deep breath, feeling his lungs fully inflate for the first time that evening. Horace dropped his head to Will’s chest, feeling the smaller man wrap an arm around him. 

“ I hate you” Horace muttered, the words muffled by Will’s tunic. Will’s arm tightened for just a moment before relaxing again. 

“I know. Horace I’m sorry. I just didn’t think” Will whispered into Horace’s hair. The larger man shook his head. 

“ Not your fault- I’m the one who can’t handle rocks in the dark, '' Horace joked, lifting his head to meet Will’s gaze. Will smiled at Horace, pulling him tighter against Will’s chest. 

“Ready to go? “ Will questioned softly. Horace nodded, thinking of the cabin that he called home and the fire that would be waiting for him there. Horace took Will’s hand, following the Ranger as he picked his way home. 

“ I had planned to murder you, you know? “ 

“ For leaving you in the dark cave? “ Will clarified, glancing back at his partner. Horace nodded. 

“ Why didn’t you? “ Will asked. Horace shrugged. 

“ Gilan would be put out,” He explained with a laugh. Will laughed along, relishing in the feel of Horace’s hand in his as he led the way to the cabin they shared, content in the knowledge that all in all, his life was full and he was happy.

[balshumetsbaragouin]

Lore Post: The God of Mercy, Diplomacy, and Marriage

I just came up with a story related to this Divine, and he's considered the third most powerful being in the Zone, so it would be remiss of me to go without explaining him for much longer.

The ranking of the Divine in the pantheon is based on the amount of worship they receive, and not necessarily the scope of their abilities or raw power. This is why Snímaid is so low ranked. Without further ado, let's dig into the overview of this Divine.

The God of Mercy, Diplomacy, and Marriage Coitreb deals with all things relational in the Zone. His domain is vast enough to encompass everything from trade agreements, though the duty is shared with the King of the Gods, to managing rivalry between schools or fellowship inside families. Because every mutual agreement comes under his purview, his powers are considered vast and prayers are sent up regularly to govern everything from major agreements between regions and nations to settling petty disagreements among members of the household. The constant prayer suffices the god with power, and as the god of mercy, he acts far more often among the material realm than most of the others.

The most well regarded of the Divine among the Yetis, his worship eclipses even that of Gwrtheyrn, and he’s regarded as the true King of the Gods in Malproksime Frostiĝinta a point of tension between the scientific and magic focused realm and their Arachtalamh neighbors. (The Heraldry of House Frjósimhjøtur takes its use of Arĝenta and its symbols of interlocking knots from Coitreb the same way House Glaurung takes its use of Ora and the Dragon Head’s meaning from Gwrtheyrn.)

Outside the bastion of scientific progress and diplomacy at the edge of the Local Zone, his most ardent worshipers exist among lawyers, international diplomats, and civil servants of all kinds. No one is more pressed to keep the peace than the army of forgotten middle ghosts keeping their countries running behind the scenes and between the glories of war and battle.

Of course, since he rules marriage as well, the God sees worship by everyday people on the occasion, though he shares some of this with Lúthgáir. His name is spoken at every jumping of the broom in tiny villages and state wedding affairs to solidify treaties between major powers. He is even a standard part of the vows throughout the Zone, especially for those marriages that take place for political instead of romantic reasons. This is because he is believed to have the power to make contracts binding, and every being wants a long-lasting marriage.

Another common site of worship is far more morbid. Invoked in criminal sentencing around the Zone by the guilty, he sees devote worship among those in long term imprisonment or who are subject to be executed. Indeed, the final rites for capital punishment in many areas of the Zone include both prayers to Aodh to guide the spirit to the Beyond and to the God of Mercy to forgive them of their sins or relieve them of suffering.

He is also invoked by prisoners of war or when soldiers intend to surrender. Using his name as a means to deceive in times of war or refusing to give quarter to surrendering fighters is one of the few ways to invoke the wrath of the divinely equanimous god.

Finally, even though Endings are rare and dangerous curses or illnesses even more so, the last area of common prayer is for those with terminal illness or whom are seriously ill, so that they may be shown mercy and relieved of pain.

[araluen-arrows]

qbb ch 23 :DD

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24149032/chapters/58149223 

SHE’S EXACTLY 66,666 WORDS I’M SO EXCITED!!!!!! also obligatory shameless plug excerpt:

“Let’s discuss over noodles,” Alyss says after a pause, turning to grab a third bowl. “It’ll be a hard conversation, but soup eases all human pains.”

As soon as she says it, Will realizes how hungry he is. The ramen is mid-range as far as ramen goes, but it’s still a top-tier food by sheer virtue of being a soup noodle. The broth is undersalted, but it’s greatly improved by the presence of eggs, shiitake mushrooms, and bok choy. “You’ve gotten better,” he marvels. “This is delicious.”

“You missed the one where she let the water boil for twenty minutes and forgot to add noodles,” Cass says between slurps.

Alyss kicks at her shin under the table, misses, and gets Will instead. “I was doing something!”

“I know. I was something,” Cassandra retorts, perfectly deadpan.

[sadisticdemonbf]

my lord fallen angels and archangels are severely messed up and the nerve to claim that it's demons and dark angels that are the messed up ones

[im-getting-help]

answering a question about musical theater:

"golly, what a joy! I love musicals, let me tell you about my recent watches."

and also

"jesus christ, no! please! it's been almost two months that I haven't thought about Dracula's ballad!! please! I beg of you, I can't keep dreaming of Jonathan's love letter, I can't. GOD NO, NO, PLEASE DON'T BRING SONDHEIM INTO THIS".

[cs-cabin-and-crew]

My favorite are always when Gil, Will and Horace are completely grown competent men and Halt’s like

“OH GOD MY BABIES ARE GONNA DIE-“

My favorite Rangers Apprentice fics are the ones where Gilan is like

“I, a fully grown and graduated ranger, went to complete a perfectly reasonable task and received some cuts and bruises, but that is to be expected in this line of work.”

And Halt is like

“How the F U C K did my infant son go on this mission without a chaperone He could have literally died”

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

Under the cut for 60's TV racism, ugh

How is it that the episode about a town using falsely accused prison slavery to mine gold was not a misstep and actually made a strong case for there being genuine plot and timeline continuity and a true growth of understanding and care between the main characters.... and then the very next episode just manages to fuck all that goodwill to hell because it's time to talk about Native Americans

Like, this stupid show has a consistently good (and subtle? And both righteously angry and nuanced?) grasp on anti-Black racism and the failure of the reconstruction era. I just. How. How can it have such a terrible grasp on anti-Indigenous sentiments and the way the indigenous nations of the Americas have been consistently fucked over by the US government?

Like. They directly bring up the Trail of Tears?? And that it was a forced march and a genocidal tragedy purposefully instigated by the white United States government? But then all the Native characters are wearing Spirit Halloween costumes and speak broken English, what the fuck, what the fuck