#lucien lane speaks

[astrumocs]

lane, for u: 🍰 🎊

^ It seems you've caught him just winding down for the night and in doing so, found him helmet-less.

"Damn, can't remember the last time I had fancy-ass festivities, you'd think it was a special occasion or something. Thanks, I guess."

[lifeisabiscuit]

Darling.

Finally finished my first acotar fic. It's a Tamsand fic based on Rhys going to visit Tamlin in fas. I hope everyone likes it, I'm super nervous lol.

Link to AO3 or read below. Happy reading!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58618741

Sitting in chairs too delicate for either one of them, Rhysand crossed his legs while staring at the blonde male in front of him.

“Well? What do you want Rhysand?” Tamlin asked, folding his arms.

Rhys glanced at the arms and shoulders of the other male, noting the loss of muscle “I just thought I’d come by and have a little chat”

“Since when do we chat Rhysand? Usually you just invade minds and make threats.”

Rhys smirked “Thought I’d switch it up today. Though, it's no fun riling you up without an audience. Speaking of which, I’m surprised Lucien isn’t standing outside the door waiting to fight your battles for you.””

Glaring, Tamlin said “He’s out hunting dinner for us. Not that I need him here. I can handle you on my own Rhysand”

“I’m sure you can. You used to handle me quite well . After the first couple times of course” Rhys smirked.

“Shut up Rhysand” Tamlin snapped, trying not to think of what Rhysand was alluding to “that was a long time ago. What do you really want?”

Rhys sighed “Not interested in a walk down memory lane Tamlin? Fine. What’s this I hear about you not protecting your borders?”

Tamlin stared at him then waved his hand “Do you see anyone here to do it?”

Rhys smirked “Ah yes. My mate sure did her job well, didn’t she”

Tamlin snorted “With plenty of instruction from you I’m sure. Or did you just use your special powers to control her?”

“Come now darling, do you really think that low of me?”

“Yes, I do. And don’t call me that Rhysand” Tamlin growled

“And why not? That’s what I used to call you. Don’t you remember, my darling? Back when you were following me around like a puppy and worshipping the ground I walked on. When I was sneaking into your tent in your Daddy’s war camp and teaching you everything you didn’t know. Surely you haven’t forgotten”

Tamlin glowered and looked to the floor while a hint of a blush showed on his cheeks at the mention of their previous encounters “Don’t call me what you call her.”

“Jealous are we? Don’t worry Tamlin, you’ll always be my first darling. Just like I was your first-“

“Stop. Stop bringing up the past. It means nothing”

“on the contrary pet, it means everything. You ruined my life the day you betrayed me and got my family killed. And then you abused my mate. I’ll never forget it and I’ll never let you forget it. I will haunt you everyday of your life. You’ll never know when I’ll come. You will pay for what you’ve done”

Gripping the arms of his chair, Tamlin gritted “haven’t I paid enough? You killed my brothers and your father murdered my mother. Was that not enough payback for you? Your actions forced me to be high lord something you knew I didn’t want and wasn’t prepared for and you left me alone! Not to mention all your sick games when you were working for Ama- for her. And then you stole my fiancé and turned her against me. Got her to destroy my court for you. You want to talk about harming Feyre? How about everything you did to her under the mountain? Dressing her up practically naked and having her dance for you. Just to make me what? Jealous, angry? Well congratulations, you succeeded. You’ve ruined my life just as much as I’ve ruined yours. The difference is I’ve left you alone and you keep showing up to bother me”

Rhys seethed “Do not speak about my mate. She was Falling apart while you sat there and did nothing! Everything I did was for a reason and she understands that. I didn’t need to turn her against you. You did that yourself.”

“I couldn’t do anything! You know that she was watching everything I did. If I reacted at all it would have been worse for Feyre.”

“and yet you did get her alone and what did you do? Tried to fuck her. Couldn’t keep it in your pants for one night to free your beloved?”

“And where would I have taken her?” Tamlin yelled “I didn’t know the ins and outs of the mountain. Ama-she would have hunted us down even if we had gotten out. And all I did was kiss her. She started undressing me. I thought that was what she needed from me. But you couldn’t even let us have that moment. Then when I’m forced to follow her back all I see is you with your tongue down her throat. You want to bring up the past? Then tell me Rhys, were you jealous? Of her or me? Could you taste me on her tongue? Did it remind you of us? Of how you sought me out and taught me things I had never even dreamed of? That first time we kissed? The first time I let you take me? The times after that?”

Rhys glowered as visions of those times danced around his mind. Feeling his pants tighten as the memories resurfaced, he cursed under his breath as the scent of his arousal filled the air.

Tamlin smirked as the scent hit him “do you still think of it now? Do you picture me underneath you when you fuck her?”

“shut up Tamlin” Rhys gritted out.

“That’s what I thought” Tamlin smirked, standing up “I think it’s time for you to go. Maybe your mate can take care of your little problem”

He walked around the desk and started for the door when Rhysands hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

Tamlin tried to pull his arm back but Rhys just tightened his grip “let go of me Rhysand”

Gaining his composure, Rhys stood up and quickly grabbed Tamlins other wrist, pulling him closer.

“I don’t think I will Darling “ Rhys crooned “maybe you’re right. Maybe you do cross my mind time to time. Mostly when I have my mate in my favorite position of ours. Remember? Bent over the bed or table so I can see myself pounding in and out of her. Just like I used to watch my cock sink in and out of your tight hole.”

Tamlin, still trying to get out of Rhysands grasp, blushed at the words.

“Blushing Tamlin? Weren’t you the one trying to rile me up with our past escapades? I know you enjoyed it Darling. I remember the way you used to scream my name”

Giving up on getting Rhys to let go, Tamlin muttered “too bad for you, it will never happen again”

“on the contrary, I think it’s going to happen again” Rhys moved both of Tamlins wrists to one hand, putting his other arm around his waist and pulled him against him “right now”

Tamlin shook his head, trying again to step away from Rhys. He stilled when he felt his erection bump against Rhysands.

Rhys leaned in and whispered in his ear “I can tell you want this Darling. You can’t deny it.” Leaning in, he started kissing down Tamlins neck.

Tamlin growled which turned into a moan when Rhys sucked a small mark into his neck “Rhys, please”

Rhys licked at the mark a couple times “please what?”

“Please, I don’t want..” his words cut off with a groan as Rhys took that moment to bite down, hard, on his neck.

Rhys moved the arm on Tamlins waist down to squeeze his ass and moved him closer so their elections bumped again. Tamlin bit his lip to stop the moan that threatened to come out.

“It sure doesn’t feel like you don’t want this. In fact, I think this is what we both need. Now” Rhys snapped and both their clothes were off, folded on the chair across the room “be a good boy and turn around” he said looking Tamlin up and down. He has definitely lost some muscle but he still had the body of a God “hands on the desk”

Tamlin, distracted by the sight of Rhys’ member, hesitated before making a decision and turning around.

Rhys groaned as he took in the glorious sight that was Tamlins ass “gorgeous” he said as he reached out and stroked one cheek. He definitely didn’t lose any definition in this area. Rhys wondered if he were still as tight as he used to be.

“Tell me darling” Rhys said as he groped onto Tamlins ass with both hands, massaging it while pulling apart to get a good look at the sweet hole in between “How many males have taken my spot behind you? Have shoved their cocks into your tight heat?”

Head hanging as he tried not to give in to the pleasure of Rhys just groping him, Tamlin muttered “No one”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you. Louder, darling” Rhys said as he moved a thumb down to stroke over Tamlins hole, making him shiver.

“No one!” Tamlin said louder “I haven’t been with anyone like that since you”

“Good” Rhys said while lightly moving his thumb “I must admit that I’ve taken many others this way. Not since I’ve met my mate of course. Both males and females, but none have felt like you”. He gently pushed his thumb into the other males entrance, both of them groaning. Rhys at the feeling of tight heat and Tamlin at the sudden feeling of a dry thumb in his ass.

“Rhys…”

“Shh…Relax darling.” Rhys knelt down “let me have a taste”

“Wha-“ Tamlins words cut off with a moan as he felt Rhys open his cheeks wider and lick a stripe over his hole.

Rhys continued to lick around, making it wet before slowly pushing it inside.

Tamlin threw his head back and moaned loudly “Rhys, please” he begged.

Rhys pulled his tongue out, nipping one of Tams cheeks “please what?” he crooned.

Groaning at the loss of contact and the bite, Tamlin pleaded “please…more”

“Gladly my love” Rhys purred as he put his tongue back inside Tamlins furled hole, moving it in and around. Occasionally slipping it out and nibble on his rim, before shoving his tongue deeper.

Tamlin moaned at the feeling of Rhys moving in and out “Oh gods…That feels so.. good”

Rhys continued his actions until he could hear Tamlins breath quicken and his hole tighten.

Tamlin whined as he felt Rhys pull out “Why did you stop?”

Standing up, Rhys grasped his own erection, moving his hand up and down, distributing the slick gathering in the tip of his cock. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you finish if you continue being a good boy. Now” he said as he reached forward with his other hand and turned Tamlins face towards him with his fingers “get my fingers nice and wet so I can continue to play”

Tamlins eyes fluttered shut as he opened his mouth and started sucking hungrily on  Rhys’ fingers.

Rhys continued to stroke himself as he watched Tamlin.

After a minute or 2 of trying not to erupt just from Tamlins hot mouth and feeling that his fingers were sufficiently wet enough, Rhys removed them.

Leaning over and kissing Tamlins spine,  Rhys slid his fingers down to his hole and rubbed them around before slowly moving his pointer finger into Tamlins hot heat.

Though loosened a little by Rhys’ tongue, the younger males breath still hitched at the feeling of the finger moving inside.

Rhys, still leaned over him, added his middle finger feeling Tamlin tighten.

Kissing around his neck and shoulders, Rhys murmured gently “relax, Tam.”

Tamlin took a deep breath and relaxed as he got used to the feeling. The more Rhys moved his fingers, the more pleasure he felt. Soon he was grinding back on his fingers “mmm..Rhys, harder please”.

“Yeah? You like that?”

Tamlin nodded, moaning as Rhys started moving his fingers harder into him.

“You think you can take one more?” Rhys purred

Tamlin nodded “yes! Yes please Rhys” he begged.

Rhys smirked as he knelt down again and licked around where his fingers were pumping in and out. When he felt it was wet enough, he added a third finger.

“Oh gods!” Tamlin cried out at the feeling of fullness he felt just from three of Rhys’ fingers.

Rhys kept plunging his fingers in and out of Tamlin while occasionally licking around his hole.

“Rhys” Tamlin groaned “Rhys, I’m so close again”

Standing up while continuing to pump his fingers in and out of Tamlin, Rhys slowly stood up. He leant down and with a pointed tongue lightly licked a trail from the bottom of Tamlins spine to his neck where he sucked a mark into leaving Tamlin to gasp and moan.

Rhys moved his free hand around and gripped Tamlins member hard around the base, making the other male cry out “Rhys!”

“You’re not going to finish on my fingers. You can cum when I’m buried deep in your ass”

Tamlin panted “Put it in then. I’m ready”

“Patience, darling” Rhys cooed as he removed his fingers from inside and his hand from Tamlins cock “I’m going to need a little help getting more wet before we get to that. Why don’t you be a good boy and put those pretty lips around my cock. Get me nice and wet for you”

Straightening up and turning around, Tamlin made sure to keep eye contact with Rhysand as he slowly kneeled down.

Tamlin licked his lips and reaches out to grab Rhys’ hard member in his hand. He slowly leaned in and kissed fhe tip, making Rhys groan.

“cmon baby”

Tamlin furrowed his eyes at the Nickname but started liking the length of him before taking it into his mouth. He coughed and pulled back as it hit the back of his throat. But he tried again, swallowing down a little at a time before he could finally take the whole thing.

Rhys moaned as he looked down at the other male with his mouth full. He started slowly thrusting “Made for this my darling. With those lips of yours. You look perfect with my cock in your mouth”

Tamlin moaned around the length. Both at the feeling and taste of Rhys and at the praise he was receiving even though a part of him raged at Rhys being in control.

Rhys continued to thrust in and out of Tamlins hot mouth. At some point he gripped the blonde locks to help guide him along until he felt himself get close.

Pulling his member out, Rhys rubbed his tip over Tamlins mouth one more time. He stepped back, looking down at his lover whose hair was messed and eyes glossy. Rhys reached out and stroked a hand down one cheek before saying “Get up, hands back on the desk”

Tamlin rolled his eyes at Rhysands bossy tone but did as he was told. He got up and started to turn around until Rhys reached out and grabbed a hold of his wrist “Wait”

Turning back to face Rhys fully, Tamlin asked “What?”

Rhys was silent as he studied Tamlins face. The furrowed brow, his green eyes, the swollen lips and the flushed cheeks “Beautiful”

Tamlin flushed even more “Shut up”

“Never” Rhys murmured sliding his hand to the back of Tamlins head, fingers tangling in his hair. Rhys pulled him closer “Come here”

Rhys leaned in and softly kissed Tamlin on his mouth, lips still swollen from before. Softly moaning, he kissed harder as Tamlin tentatively grabbed his arm, kissing back.

Licking Tamlins mouth making him open, Rhys deepened the kiss until they were fully making out. Both grabbing onto the other, running their hands across the others body.

When Rhys squeezed Tamlins ass, he broke the kiss with a gasp “Are you going to fuck me or what?”

Rhys growled “With pleasure darling, turn around.”

Tamlin quickly did as he was told, putting his hands back on the desk.

Spitting on his hand, Rhys moved it up and down his cock before placing it onto Tamlins hole. He rubbed it around until he felt Tamlin relax and then he slowly pushed it in.

Both males groaned at the feeling. Rhys at the pleasure of the tight heat and Tamlin at the slight pain of the first cock in his ass in the centuries since he was last with Rhys.

Rhys worked in the first bit before stopping to let Tamlin adjust and to stop himself from losing control at the tightness swallowing his member.

Once he got used to the feeling, Tamlin started shifting his hips back, moving back on Rhysands penis.

Rhys moaned while tightening his hands on Tamlins lithe hips while starting to move deeper.

They both moaned at the feeling of their joining. Rhys continuing to go faster and harder as their cries of pleasure grew louder.

Tamlin could feel he was close as he took his hand off the desk and reached for his throbbing member.

 “Uh uh, put your hands back on the desk Darling. You will cum on my cock and nothing else.”

“I cant” Tamlin breathed while obeying and putting his hands back on the desk “I can’t.. I need to be touched. Please Rhys.”

Rhys stopped moving “its either you cum without touching or I pull out now and leave you wanting”

“No!” Tamlin cried “please. Please don’t stop. I’ll do it”

“you’ll do what, darling?”

“Ill cum on your cock. I wont touch myself. Ill listen”

Rhys smirked and with a smack on Tamlins ass, earning him a gasp and a moan from the other male, he continued thrusting “good boy”

Gripping Tamlins hips, Rhys started slamming into him harder and deeper than before. Looking down and watching himself enter Tamlin over and over, he can’t help but let out a moan at the overwhelming euphoria of being enveloped in his tight heat.

Angling his hips, Rhys knew he hit Tamlins spot when the males claws came out and dug into the desk as he called out his name “Rhys! Right there. Oh gods!”

 Tamlin continued to moan and scratch at the desk as Rhys fucked him harder and faster. Rhys thrusted a few more times until he felt his orgasm coming on.

Feeling that Tamlin was also close by the tightening of his hole, Rhys tightened his grip on his hips “Here it comes Tam. Are you gonna take it all?”

Tamlin, silver gathering in his eyes at the overwhelming pleasure of Rhys taking him, cried out “yes! Yes! Please Rhys!”

“cum with me darling” Rhys said as he continued to hit that spot. A few more thrusts and they both released together. Rhysand emptying himself into Tamlin while he came on the desk he was bent over.

Panting, Rhys leaned over and put his forehead on Tamlins back while he calmed down. A few minutes pass as both males catch their breathe.

Rhys rubbed his hands up and down Tamlins sides as he came down. Already thinking about how long until Lucien came back and if they had time for another round, maybe on the floor, Rhys missed Tamlin tensing up.

Tamlin, coming down from his high and realizing what just happened, what he let happen, started beating himself up over giving in to Rhys again. Tensing up as he already regretted his actions “Get out”

Blinking, Rhys straightened up, softening cock still inside Tamlin “What?”

Sighing and straightening up so Rhys had no choice but to pull out, watching as his seed dripped out of Tamlins rear until he turned around.

Crossing his arms , Tamlin looked blankly at Rhys “I said get out. You got what you’ve come for and now you can leave. “

“Do you always kick your bedmates out as soon as you’re done, Tamlin? Or are you worried we will have some company soon? We must have time for a second round, let’s just go to your room. It’s been a while since I’ve been in there. “

“No, Rhysand. It’s over. This will never happen again”

Staring at Tamlin blankly for a moment before snapping his fingers and having his clothing back on, Rhysand picked at the lint on his shirt “oh I think it will Darling. In fact, why don’t we make this a monthly thing. Every month, I’ll come and have you bend over and let me fuck that tight ass of yours where ever I feel like. Call it reparations for everything you’ve done”

“No. I don’t want to see you again, Rhysand. Don’t come back”

Rhys tsked and stepped closer to Tamlin, Gripping his still naked hips “That’s clearly a lie my love. Was it not you just screaming my name while my cock was inside you? You clearly enjoyed it Darling and you will continue to enjoy it. No one will ever make you feel the way I do. I’ll never leave you alone”

Leaning in, he kissed Tamlin on the lips, biting a little “now be a good boy and clean yourself up before Lucien comes back. We don’t need him seeing my property in all its glory”.

Pulling back and stepping away, Rhys ran his fingers through Tamlins messy blonde hair and stepped back “see you next month my darling” and winnowed away.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

If There’s Nothing Missing In My Life…

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam

Summary: Newly-emancipated popstar and child actor, Conner (screen name: Lucky) navigates high school and stardom on his own.

Chapters: 8/?

Characters: Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech, Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Hillary Chang

Additional Tags: Highschool AU, Celebrity AU, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Exploitation, References to Depression, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Conner Luthor, Lex Luthor is Conner’s Parent, Childhood Trauma, Self-Confidence Issues, Teen Angst, Angst, POV First Person, No Powers AU, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, POV Conner Kent, Protective Lex Luthor, Child Celebrity AU

Chapter Eight: Lucas

On Monday, I returned to school. I sat at lunch with Hillary and her friends, as usual. I lay in the grass eating grapes and staring at the clouds while Hillary took pictures of the street vendors with her camera. She lay on her stomach beside me, propped up on her elbows. I was startled when she decided to lean over me out of nowhere. "Hey, Lucky?" Hillary asked. My eyes widened as her hair hung near my face, tickling my chin and forehead.

"Whoa," I whispered. Hillary smiled and gave me a playful shove.

"Shut up," Hillary laughed, "What's Lucky short for? Lionel? Lucien? Lucas?"

"Nothing. It's not my name," I answered casually, "It's a stage name."

Hillary sat up and grabbed my wrist. "So everyone calls you Lucky, and it has nothing to do with your name? Do you even like being called Lucky?" Hillary asked.

I blinked hard. "Only my dad uses my real name... I'm so used to hearing people call me Lucky that it feels like my name sometimes," I replied. One of Hillary's friends returned to the grass, and I returned to my handful of grapes.

"Hey, Lucky, you want some?" her male friend asked. He'd bought a bucket of wings from a nearby restaurant. I nodded and lifted my bag of grapes to offer him a few. I think lunch was the only time of day when I felt normal. Hillary's friends were cool like her. And I think she was starting to like me.

"Hey, Lucky, are you joining any after-school clubs?" Hillary asked.

"I'm still waiting to see the creative dance club," I replied. Hillary grinned.

"I'll text you the info... And speaking of that, I'll be in the quad at lunchtime tomorrow instead of here," Hillary replied as she pulled her phone out of her bag. I got a phone call from Rex and stepped away.

"Yeah," I answered.

"You need to get in the studio and start workshopping songs for the album soon," Rex commanded.

"Uh-huh, yeah," I replied, "Send me the address. I'll go after I do my after-school stuff." I didn't feel like talking to him. Not after how he spoke to me.

"What's your problem?" Rex questioned. I scoffed and hung up in his face. Rex had a lot of nerve asking me what my problem was. I jumped when I felt a hand on my arm.

"Are you alright?" Hillary asked. I blinked hard at her. "You always seem stressed after you answer phone calls."

I wished she wouldn't have mentioned it. "Yeah, well... I guess that means he's doing his job," I mumbled. When I caught my tone, I backtracked. "I didn't mean that. Hillary, I'm a little jet-lagged. I didn't think before I spoke... What I said was terrible."

It wasn't terrible. I meant every word, and I wished I could've said more... But I couldn't dare show any sign of thanklessness. I pushed my feelings deep down inside, swallowing my pride to push on. I forced a smile and rushed back to campus. I wanted to be alone for a few minutes.

I had a few minutes before class to get over myself. Ms. Ito let me in early, and I sat with my head down for a while. "Feeling sick?" Ms. Ito questioned. I shook my head. "You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm okay... How are you?" I asked.

"I'm alright," Ms. Ito replied. That was the last real conversation I had all day. When I got to my apartment after club sign-ups, I remembered I had to go to the studio.

I put my happy face back on and got a ride to the studio. I carried my notebook in and was immediately met with lawyers and adults with clipboards and laptops. "What's all this?" I questioned.

"Your father signed the contracts when you were under his care, but that's all up for renegotiation now that you're emancipated," Mr. Wagner explained, "Rex didn't tell you?"

Of course, Rex didn't tell me. He left me to the wolves again, and I had no one in my corner. They pushed me to sign right away, but Dad taught me better. Music was a tricky business, and Dad taught me specific phrases to look out for on a contract. "I wanna take this home and read it first. Give me until Friday?" I asked.

"Come on, Luck. You know us—."

I grinned and tapped the stack of paperwork on the table. "I know you, but I don't know this contract," I half-joked, "Friday? And I'll call you if anything comes up." I had more leverage as a musician than I did as an actor. I could say no and negotiate. And if they were stubborn, I could walk.

"Alright. Friday, Luck. So, I guess we're done here for the day," Mr. Wagner sighed. I nodded and stuffed the contract in my backpack along with my notebook.

I walked half the way to my apartment, running into Hillary on my way to dinner. "Lucky!" she exclaimed. I waved. "Are you busy?"

I jogged across the street to meet her. "Nope, plans got canceled. I wanted to grab something for dinner," I replied. She playfully bumped into me as we walked.

"Have dinner at my place tonight. Maybe it'll cheer you up," Hillary offered. I smirked.

"Why? Do I look sad or something?" I questioned. "And sure, I'd love to."

"Heads up, I live with my brothers. It's just us three," Hillary warned me, "And we're gonna have spaghetti and meatballs."

I followed behind. "Hey, Hillary… Thanks for inviting me to dinner," I replied sincerely. Hillary looked me in the eye and grinned.

"No problem, Lucky. I'm right here," Hillary replied as she entered the house. "I brought a friend with me!"

"Do they like spaghetti because we don't have anything else today?" a deep voice asked.

"Lucky, do you like spaghetti?" Hillary asked. I nodded. "He likes spaghetti!"

Two men cheered playfully. Hillary removed her shoes and set her bag by the door, and I copied her. "Got fired from the stupid pasta place, so I took a shitton of breadsticks!" one of her brothers shouted.

One of her brothers came out and set the table, walking straight past us before backtracking. "Hey, you look like that kid from Letters To Hope," he chuckled.

"That was my first movie," I replied.

He squinted at me. "Lucky Luthor?" he questioned.

"Yup," I nodded.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Joey," he introduced himself. I shook his hand.

Her other brother brought dinner out. "Joey, go get the legally procured breadsticks, please," her other brother ordered, "Sorry, I'm Jake. When she brought a friend, I thought she meant Robert."

"Oh no... I'm Lucky," I replied as I reached to shake his hand.

Jake looked at Hillary and then at me. "No kiddin'..." Jake grinned.

[fangsforhire]

mlfns said: you said you had answers. - from Bucky

‘I do, they might just be ones you don’t like hm?’

{ Caution had to be exercised where the tortured war hero was concerned, Lucien was above all aware of that fact - accustomed to managing trauma on a similar level. Valentin often had relapses which would leave him mute and unresponsive. ( He’d sit still as stone and only respond when Lucien adopted his HYDRA mindset, allowing harsh tones to bark his way. ) Sometimes the experience was as harrowing for him and in those circumstances; he dissociated. It had had become second nature to bury the anguish. They all had their methods of coping. Bucky wore gloves and hoarded plums and Lucien, well - his tended to be more self-destructive didn’t they? }

‘I’m assuming you’re not talking like in general terms, love?’

{ The sparkle had faded from trade-mark mischievous sapphire blues, gaze lowering as he took a deep, almost cleansing breath, reciting Russian internally - ( knowing better than to speak such language in front of him. ) Instead he rolled his shoulders, preparing himself for the inevitable journey down memory lane, plucking out a cigarette from pristine packet in his jacket and placed it between his lips, taking a deep soulful drag, gesturing at him impatiently. }

‘Shoot - ah - I mean ask away and all that jazz.’

[yazthebookish]

I did not want to address this but I will because at this stage this is getting ridiculous

Steph asked the most common questions floating around and if you saw the most liked questions posted on public it was Gwynriel questions (which Sarah can't answer or confirm them as a couple), about the ACOTAR show and about Lucien.

Those were questions people wanted to know.

And I don't blame our side of the fandom for asking more about Gwyn in specific because we are constantly shat on by one group. Last live Gwyn wasn't mentioned at all yet there was a question about Elain's love interest and no one threw a fit.

We finally had the answer to Gwyn's age because some of you were pushing the theory that Gwyn is a minor hence labeling us all p*dos indirectly which is not only idiotic but harmful.

The majority of you probably wanted a confirmation for the couple you wanted yet you knew SJM isn't confirming anything about the next book.

Steph obviously tried to focus more on CC2 questions and Sarah took more time answering those questions because CC2 happens to be her next release.

Now that we're happy we got some answers about our beloved characters that is also something you probably want to know about Azriel (if you see Azriel as his own character as well outside a ship) we already know he sings in his POV so it wasn't new information and Sarah avoided answering the shadows question because the Shadows also happen to be a hot topic in the fandom on both sides and most likely one of the popular questions and Sarah avoided answering it. There was a question on the Valkyries and what their bracelets represent (Nesta, Emerie, Gwyn). There was a question on Lucien because Lucien fans want to know whether they'll get their sassy Fox boy back. She answered a question about if they started the casting process yet for the show.

Steph is doing us a courtesy by having these lives or else we wouldn't see much of SJM on screen. She is not a professional interviewer, this is not a formal interview, this is basically two friends having a good chat. Everytime they go live yes we expect a lot off off topic conversations to happen because this is not scripted, it's not a book tour or something, it's just a chill live. This is why there are more general non-Bookish questions, they're doing this for fun. The reason the live chats are off in the first place because some people in this fandom (I'm speaking in general) were disrespectful to Josh and so thank you for ruining it for everyone.

If the live was mostly about Azriel and Elain questions don't tell me you won't harass other fans about it, you do it regularly and you'll do it even worse whenever a question about Azriel and Elain is answered even if it wasn't about a ship you'll make it all about them.

You've constantly ridiculed us by saying we're delusional for supporting what you call a “crackship”, you came up with the nickname Gleeriels because both Gwyn and Azriel sing (which doesn't even bother me but shows to what extent you like to ridicule others), you constantly make fun or throw insults at Gwynriel which I've seen before and I hear is a daily occurrence.

But you cannot even fathom to let those fans enjoy whatever crumbs they get even though you were hoping to get the same? Didn't some of you went ahead and yelled Elriel Endgame as soon as she answered the snowball fight question? Yeah.. imagine if the rest of the questions were about Elain (even if it had nothing to do with Azriel but you can't see her outside that ship) that would've been a fucking nightmare.

If you were more inclined to stick to your own lane then people would be less hostile towards you but you've been doing a great job at making this fandom a toxic place and wonder why it backfires at you.

[tartagilicious]

[CN] Lucien’s Sunset Date (eng)

this date is amazing ugly sobbing but if this doesn’t post I’m rioting. also, this makes me wanna dance under the stars with lucien while listening to feel good by fromis_9 is that too much to ask, universe?

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MC: the sweet and sour short ribs, black pepper beef tenderloin, boiled cabbage heart... the meal is almost done!

I checked the recipes on my mobile phone while checking on the dishes in the bento box. Recently, Lucien’s research institute is working on a new project. He stayed in the institute for several days and did not come home.

I studied a few new dishes in my free time, but I never had the opportunity to try them with him. So, I took advantage of the rest of the day to cook and made a bento. Of course, I was also planning to see him out of my own selfishness.

When I happily took a few quick photos of the bento, I marked “Professor Xu’s love bento” on the photos with cute fonts. When I was about to go out, I received a text message and opened it to see that Lucien sent a strange address.

MC: ?

Is this a mistake? I dialed Lucien’s phone doubtfully.

Lucien: Did you receive the address?

MC: Um, where is this?

Lucien: This is where I am now. I guessed that you would come to me for lunch.

MC: ???

MC: How did you know?

Lucien: Because… black pepper beef tenderloin, sweet and sour short ribs, and boiled cabbage heart.

MC: ...Lucien! Are you studying mind reading for your new project at the institute?

His shallow laughter came from the earpiece.

Lucien: The project sounds very interesting, but you seem to forget that my research field is brain science. If you want to know the answer, you can open the photo album now.

I hung up the call, opened my phone’s photo album, and a buffering icon appeared in the middle of the screen. After a few seconds, my photo album automatically updated a piece. I have never seen the picture before.

The photo shows an exclusive courtyard with a wooden log door frame and red brick wall, and a row of old-fashioned labour utensils are displayed at the foot of the wall. In the middle of the yard is a 28-brand bicycle, its style reminiscent of the 1970s.

And under the light of the noon sun, reflected on the wall is the shadow of a person. I recognise it almost at a glance as Lucien.

“Ding” my phone has received a text message.

Lucien: Do you know the answer now?

After Lucien’s reminder, I finally realised. Last week, there was a problem with my phone and I needed to use another cloud account for verification. So, I used Lucien’s account temporarily, but I must have forgotten to log out. In other words, during this period, our mobile phones were using the same cloud account, so the photo album was also in a shared state.

MC: Yeah…

On my way to the private courtyard with the bento box, I blame my own carelessness in my heart, while repeatedly confirming the appearance of the “inventory” inside the box. Lucien must have seen the recipe that I saved in the photo album, not even the photos taken of the box just now have been spared.

I sighed and knocked on my head a little, then I suddenly realised again. If our mobile phones have been synced for more than a week, that means that all the photos I took during that time…

I quickly send a text message to Lucien.

MC: Lucien, have you seen anything else in the album? What photos?

Lucien: For example?

MC: For example, something that impresses you…

Lucien: Are you saying that this subject is my photo?

My fingers flicked subconsciously as Lucien’s reply appeared on the screen.

Lucien: I forgot to say that next time, you can shoot with more integrity, that way I can cooperate with you on more poses.

He really!!

He often took pictures of himself reading books or doing experiments, but he didn’t take any others! This cunning man!

(translator’s note: the original translation refers to him as “a lion man”, basically saying that he’s sly and superior.)

When I arrived at the lane where the courtyard was located, I saw Lucien from a distance standing and waiting for me. I hurriedly raised my hand to him.

MC: Lucien, is your research tricky? Have you set aside the time to eat?

Lucien took the bento in my hand and looked at me with happy but tired eyes.

Lucien: It’s not too tricky. As for having good meals… if the standard is this bento, then i really can’t call any of them good meals.

He took my hand and leads me through the door. When I stand in the courtyard, the sense of precipitation of the years becomes stronger.

MC: How can you be in this place? Is it related to research?

Lucien: Well, this research project will conduct clinical trials here.

MC: This is actually a new research base?

Lucien: To be precise, it’s a temporary research base.

MC: What about the other people of the research institute?

Lucien: The study will officially start tomorrow, and today we gave them the day off.

MC: It turned out to be so, but how could the research base be chosen in a yard with such a sense of age?

Lucien didn’t answer. He took me to sit down at the square table in the courtyard.

Lucien: Based on the understanding of ___, I answered your question, but after that, your curiosity will only grow more questions. So, before this, let’s eat first. I’ll give you a good tour after we eat.

After supervising Lucien eating the lunch, he took me by the hand and walked into the second part of the courtyard. The style of the building is consistent with the courtyard, even more so seeing the rest of the architecture.

The dark grey rough floor exudes a faint smell of cement, and the green leather wall is painted with the four red characters “hard work”. The three classic furniture pieces restore the old texture and the rest of the daily necessities present also exude a strong sense of age.

Lucien: How do you feel?

MC: Although I obviously haven’t experienced this era, it seems as if i’ve really returned to the past.

Lucien: The research team here has spent a lot of time restoring it to seem like the 70s.

MC: I’m even more curious now that you mention it. What kind of research is it that you need to have a venue like this?

Lucien: It’s a study on the healthy brain of the elderly. For people with Alzheimer’s disease, or elderly with hidden risks of clinical depression.

MC: I’ve heard that there’s no effective treatment or medicine for these conditions, is that true?

Lucien: Well, Alzheimer’s disease can be said to be a serious challenge facing modern brain science research. Even this research can only focus on early intervention before illness, while observing the quantity and quality of brain cells.

MC: So, why do you want to restore this place to the 70s specifically?

Lucien: The brain of elderly people is often in a state of stagnation, so the brain will easily degenerate. The most memorable experiences of the elderly staying here are concentrated in the seventies, which is the most meaningful time of their lives.

Lucien: Putting them in a familiar environment to stimulate the brain is the basis of this research project.

MC: use memories to wake up the brain and prevent them from succumbing to sickness… that’s it. It would be nice if more people could know this method.

I looked around, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

MC: Lucien! Can I use my camera to record this research? This might attract more investors.

Lucien didn’t speak, he looked at me a little bit more and then smiled. Realising my offer was a bit abrupt, I quickly tried to change the topic.

MC: Though, it doesn’t matter if I can’t shoot. After all, this involves the confidentiality of research. But, if our memories can be recorded, this way, when we’re old, we’ll have more memories to look back on in these cases.

He remained silent, but the smile on his face was deeper.

MC: What happened? Did I say something wrong?

Lucien: No, if you want to shoot, I can ask the patient’s families for their opinions. But, I think they will agree, because what you want to do is also a very meaningful thing.

MC: I thought you would think that my idea was too bad to consider…

Lucien: I’m just happy. It turns out that you’ve already planned so far for our future.

After going through the entire building, Lucien took me to the backyard again. In the centre of the yard was a dense wisteria tree. There was a breeze in this early autumn afternoon, and the sun above also swept away most of the hot temperature.

The backyard shrouded by the wisteria flowers was concealed by a shady and drooping branch, swaying leisurely in the air but looking very comfortable. Obviously, it’s my first time coming here, but I feel a familiar sense of deja vu.

Lucien: What do you think?

MC: It feels weird to say it, but just for a moment, I felt that this scene was familiar.

Lucien followed my line of sight and looked at the branch of wisteria.

Lucien: On a scientific level, you must have visual experience. But I have a more romantic explanation. It may be that our souls snuck out in a dream, and then we met in a yard in the seventies.

He turned to look at me, his dark eyes deep like an exquisite pool of water.

Lucien: Maybe they were there and had a stable and slow life.

His voice is calm and determined, and his words fell to the bottom of my heart.

MC: Lu-Lucien, you’re seriously bluffing to me again…

Lucien didn’t seem to care about my disbelief, the pool in his eyes was still flowing with waves.

Lucien: If you don’t believe it, do you want to try it?

MC: What is there to try?

Lucien: Having a slow dream in the courtyard of the seventies.

MC: Like our souls, spend a lifetime in a dream?

Sure enough, I subconsciously believed Lucien’s words, but the initiator only smiled and nodded.

Lucien: “Life” is a subjective word, and how long a life is, is up to you to feel and decide. So as long as you want, we can spend our “life” here.

Maybe I was moved by Lucien’s romantic theory, or because I haven’t seen him for a long time, but either way, I eagerly agreed to his proposal.

MC: Since we’re going to live a slow life in the seventies today, let’s be more involved!

I took out headphones and my mobile phone and placed them on the stone table in the yard.

MC: I’m asking professor Xu to please confiscate these modern contrabands.

Lucien nodded knowingly, and took out his phone as I did.

Lucien: It seems we have to find something to seal them in the “future”. 

As he said this, he found a wooden box and put all of our electronic products inside of it.

Lucien: Welcome to the seventies, silly girl.

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The weak autumn sunlight in the room shone crookedly through the window like a painting waiting for us. Though, we don’t have the mind to appreciate it, only focusing on living in the slowed down time.

Lucien seems to have come prepared, and the activities proposed were endless. He taught me how to light a kerosene lamp and took me to try an old fashioned sewing machine. We played with fans leisurely together, and listened to the squeaky Suzhou Pingtan on the radio.

(translator’s note: suzhou pingtan is a traditional musical art in china)

Time seems to have really slowed down for us while we do a lot of things, but the sun outside is still mild and bright. After listening to a pingtan, I eagerly looked at Lucien

MC: Lucien, what should we do next?

Lucien: What do you want to do?

MC: May I decide?

Lucien: Well, I also want to know what you think of this slow life.

MC: Well… I can’t think of my answer at the moment.

Lucien: It’s okay, just let the flow happen. Rather than using your brain to think about what you want, it’s better to leave the feelings to your heart. This deliberate content doesn’t necessarily conform to the meaning of a slow life. What you feel currently is the most important.

MC: Then… can we sit in the sun longer? Is that too plain?

Lucien: I think it’s a good idea.

After getting Lucien’s affirmative answer, I also dreamed of sitting in the sun with him. Only soon, my beautiful fantasy was disillusioned, because we searched the entire yard and found that there was only one recliner.

Lucien and I stood under the wisteria frame in the backyard, looking at the narrow chair in front of us.

MC: Hey… how about you sit down first? We can take turns.

The moment I blurted it out, I felt like I said something silly again. I blushed and was about to fight for myself further, but he reached out and pulled me into his arms. Before I knew what he was going to do, Lucien grabbed the back of my waist and gently closed the distance, our warm breaths instantly intertwined

Before I could speak under his deep eyes, my centre of gravity suddenly fell and I was in a soft embrace. My eyes moved slightly down, and I found that we were sitting on the recliner at the same time. My legs had encircled his body without me knowing when.

The motion startled the recliner, and it shook slightly. I couldn’t find my balance for a while, and I subconsciously hooked onto Lucien’s neck.

MC: Lu-Lucien?

I struggled to stand up, but Lucien released the hands that were fixed on my waist, and I was forced to tighten my arms around his neck. There was a warm breath stagnated in the air between us. The suffocating sensation reminds me of the air above an asphalt road in the summer.

Lucien: It’s boring to be alone in the sun, I think two people would be better.

MC: There’s nothing boring about being in the sun…

Fearing that I would make him uncomfortable, I lightly held on to prevent myself from slumping into him.

Lucien: You can relax, this chair is enough to hold the weight of both of us.

MC: I-I’m very relaxed.

Lucien:  Are you….

I heard his low and dull voice noise in my ears, and I hung my head even more as my face flushed. He stretched out a hand, pressed the knuckle of his right hand against my chin and gently lifted it up.

In the next second, a gentle and light kiss fell on my lips.

I instinctively closed my eyes and could only hear the beating of my heart in my head. Although it was only a soft kiss like a dragonfly’s, time seemed to slow down. When we finally separated again, it was really as if we had spent a lifetime in that moment.

Lucien: I can be sure that you are really relaxed now.

When I blushed and didn’t know how to react, Lucien’s cell phone began ringing in the wooden box. As if I had caught a life-saving straw, I stood up and started to go into the other room, his laughter coming from behind.

MC: Answer your phone, I’ll be in the bathroom!

Lucien: I know, I’ll finish up soon.

When I came out of the bathroom, Lucien’s call was just ending. He saw me coming and waved his phone apologetically.

Lucien: Sorry, ___. There’s a problem with the preparations of the study at the institute, and I need to return to discuss it with the research team.

MC: It’s ok! I’m very satisfied with your company for the whole afternoon.

After returning everything in the yard to its original position, I reluctantly took Lucien’s arm and prepared to leave with him. After spending almost the whole day with Lucien in the private courtyard, I feel a bit reluctant to give him up here. Perhaps seeing through my mood, Lucien stopped walking.

Lucien: Maybe we can slow down our departure?

Following his gaze, my eyes fell on the bicycle in the middle of the yard, the same one from his earlier picture to me.

MC: You mean, we can ride that?

Lucien: It doesn’t matter, I can find someone to send it back tomorrow.

Lucien stepped forward and patted the horizontal bar in front of the bike.

Lucien: It’s just that this time I still feel wrong, so ___ can sit here.

I couldn’t help but think of our experience of cycling in Canada. At that time, I was anxious to ride the bike, my hands and feet shaky.

(translator’s note: this is a reference to Lucien’s Autumn Date, available in EN)

Lucien: Want to revisit it?

Lucien supported the handlebars and body, his slender and powerful arms firmly supported the bicycle. I nodded and looked at his hand that was supporting the seat.

MC: I won’t be as anxious today as I was that time.

After confirming that I was sitting firmly, Lucien stepped on the pedals. He lifted his hand and wrapped me in his arms, a reassuring temperature stemming from my back.

MC: Because, I hope this road can be longer.

A white crescent moon took over the setting early, and the pink-ish purple sunset was like peach-flavoured candy. In the middle of the modern city, Lucien and I looked extremely out of place with our old-fashioned bicycle, and the angle of the sun stretched our shadows very long.

Our two shadows, they slowly inched towards the next day.

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Gavin’s Private Photoshoot Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Valentine’s 2020 Collection: Kiro // Lucien // Victor

MC wants to go for a couple photoshoot with Gavin but is afraid of getting rejected. To lessen the potential blow of rejection, she asks Willow to play “matchmaker” and pretend that Willow won the chance to go for the photoshoot in a lucky draw but has no use for it

Gavin arrives, and MC fumbles with her reasons as to how the photoshoot would be beneficial for her work. To her surprise, Gavin agrees without a fuss

On the day of the photoshoot, they head to Planet Photo Studio

MC is unsure which theme to go for, so the photographer recommends a rather sultry theme incorporating feathers and spider webs. She asks Gavin for his opinion, and he is fine with it after making sure MC doesn’t have to wear revealing clothing

They change into their outfits, and she gets stunned by how he looks:

The slightly modified style matches the striped shirt Gavin is wearing. A feather-shaped pendant rests near his slightly exposed chest. It perfectly brings out the casualness that oozes from Gavin’s bones.

Noticing my eyes lingering on him, the corners of Gavin’s mouth lift.

Gavin: What’s wrong?

MC: Nothing much. I rarely see you dressed like this, so I’m a little surprised. What I mean by “surprised” is… that you look exceptionally handsome!

Not expecting my straightforward compliment, Gavin coughs lightly, and turns his head to the side to hide his blush.

Gavin: You surprised me today as well… Let’s go in.

MC’s confidence in doing the photoshoot eventually wanes because the photographer isn’t satisfied with how the photos turn out

The photographer comments that Gavin and MC seem to be too focused in aligning themselves with the theme of the photoshoot, but she wants to capture the real MC and Gavin, not just the feathers and spider webs.

According to the sequence of the photoshoot, the next pose requires me to sit on Gavin’s lap.

I repeat to myself internally: “This photoshoot requires me to be intimate. Just be natural, be intimate…” I let out a breath, and carefully sit on Gavin’s lap.

However, my stiff body feels like a wooden puppet. My pose ends up looking neither seductive nor sexy. The fact that the photographer has yet to press the camera shutter makes me even more nervous.

At this moment, a firm hand suddenly holds my waist. Gavin’s other hand cradles the back of my neck, his fingers carrying with them irresistible strength.

The distance between us closes in an instant, and I feel the warmth of Gavin’s palm on my cheek.

Looking at my flushed face through the reflection in his amber eyes, I am about to open my mouth to speak, but hear a shutter click from the side.

They finally get a satisfactory shot, and the photographer tells them to take a break. MC realises she is still sitting on Gavin’s lap:

MC: Gavin, I should… be getting up.

Gavin: This is quite nice actually. Or do you not like it?

MC: It’s not that I don’t like it… Anyway, why did you suddenly change the pose just now?

Gavin: I felt that you were too tense. So why not transfer some of that burden and stress to me? It’s just a photoshoot, there’s no need to worry so much.

MC decides to apply lip balm for Gavin because the lights from the studio are very bright and drying:

I put a little paste on my finger, and carefully rub it on Gavin’s lips.

MC: Don’t move.

Gavin freezes, not expecting my action.

His lips feel soft under my touch. Under the light, his moisturised lips have an attractive luster.

At this moment, Gavin is within reach, and all that I see is Gavin. The familiar scent of Gavin and the foreign smell of the gel entwine, making my heart beat faster and faster.

At such a close distance, my fingers can feel each and every single warm breath of his.

Under his amber gaze, his scorching breaths seem to be getting closer and closer…

Unfortunately they get interrupted by the photographer who tells them that the shoot can continue.

After the photoshoot, Gavin leaves for a mission which takes half a month.

In the present, MC receives a call from the photoshoot studio telling her that the photos are ready, so she collects them and goes to Gavin’s house to drop them off.

Gavin coincidentally returns from his mission while she is there, and she decides to tidy the place up while waiting for him to finish bathing. He finishes his bath, decked in the same striped white shirt he wore during the photoshoot. He sees her tidying the place:

Gavin: No need to trouble yourself. I can tidy the place up later.

MC: It’s no trouble at all. You should rest!

While saying this, I pull Gavin over to the sofa, beckoning him to sit down.

MC: Every time I’m at your house, you always treat me like a guest. I also want to t-treat this place as… as…

Even though I had rehearsed these two lines several times in my head, they end up stuck in my throat at the most important moment.

Gavin understands my expression and smiles, voicing the words I have yet to say.

Gavin: As your home.

MC: Exactly! So there’s nothing wrong with cleaning and maintaining the hygiene of one’s own home! If you feel bad about it, then… when I call you to help me with window-cleaning in a few days, we’d be even.

Gavin: Sure, I’ll be waiting for your call.

He asks why she decided to drop by, and she explains that the photos from the photoshoot are ready. He comments that he had planned to organise photos from previous shoots too, so they take a trip down memory lane while looking through past photos on Gavin’s bed. 

Some photos include blurry pictures of MC that Gavin took hastily whenever he spotted MC during missions but couldn’t say hello.

Suddenly, MC receives a business call and she leaves the room to deal with it. By the time she comes back, Gavin is asleep:

I quietly sit on the bed, a little angry at how Gavin always tries to be strong.

I can’t help but lean over and gently poke Gavin’s face… it feels nice.

This light touch seems to turn on a switch within me, and it is as though I am under a spell, addicted to it.

Gavin’s hair is coarser than I imagined, reminiscent of how persevering he is.

The bridge of his nose… a bone? No wonder his nose is so pretty.

My touches continue downwards. The second my fingers reach the corner of his lips, my mind brings me back to the scene half a month before when I was helping him apply the lip balm. It was this same softness, the same warm breaths that wrapped themselves around my fingertips…

I am just about to finish my little prank, but realise that my fingers are gripped onto tightly by Gavin. It is as though I am awakened from a dream, and I take in a shocked breath.

MC: Gavin…?

Gavin: …Mm?

Gavin blearily opens an eye before letting out a light yawn. My face flushes in surprise and shame, yet I pretend that nothing had happened.

MC: Y-you… When did you wake up?

Gavin: Just. I felt an itch.

MC: I didn’t mean to wake you, just that I rarely see you sleeping, so… Please continue sleeping! I’m really not going to bother you anymore!

I think of retracting my hand, but Gavin has no intention of letting go. Instead, he rubs the back of my fingers with his thumb.

Gavin: It’s not convenient for us to talk like this, let’s change positions.

Before I can agree, Gavin pulls me into his arms, the bed letting out a squeak from the weight.

MC: Shall we continue with the photos?

Gavin: We can do that later.

He hugs me a little tighter, his chin resting on my forehead, and I feel the roughness of his stubble.

MC: … Did you forget to shave?

Gavin: Does it hurt?

MC: No…. This is good.

And that is the truth. A simple clean home and an easy-going Gavin who doesn’t put up walls around me. Being able to enjoy a rare sliver of rest in such a busy world – There is nothing more pleasant than this.

Gavin: When you were taking the call, I looked at the photoshoot pictures. It was a little…

MC: “A little” what? Do you not like it?

Gavin: No, I like it very much. It’s just that the “you” in the photo didn’t really seem like you. Your pose was far more assertive than usual.

Just remembering the warmth of the photoshoot causes my entire face to blush.

MC: T-that’s only because of the photographer’s professional skills, the atmosphere and the lighting! Though I am rather passive in real life…

Gavin: You were quite assertive this time round.

MC: Hm?

I look up, not understanding what Gavin means. Gavin looks down at me at the same time. We are so close that our noses are almost touching, and I can see each and every one of Gavin’s eyelashes, and the narrowing of his eyes.

Gavin: When you and Willow were in the pantry discussing how she should play “matchmaker”, Minor was standing outside.

MC: So you knew from the start that I would invite you? Minor that little… I’m going to dock his-

Before I can complete my sentence with “pay”, Gavin seals my lips with a kiss.

His tongue pries open my lips, capturing all my lines of defense.

Gavin’s lips are even warmer than they were when I applied lip balm for him during the photoshoot, and it feels as though I am about to get scalded.

In the midst of the unbearable heat, I let out a whimper which is instantly swallowed by Gavin.

In the quiet bedroom, there are only sounds of our entangled breaths.

The photos we have yet to put away fall around us. These past moments witness this present kiss.

After a long while, Gavin’s voice is at my ear.

Gavin: Apart from photographs, I can give you even more private memories.

Gavin’s breath is as overwhelming as a spider’s web that leaves one defenseless.

The sound of the blinds being pulled shut is reminiscent of a camera’s clear shutter.

Click.

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Phone calls: First // Second

[riorsonxaden]

Please dont put a blame just on Elriels, I know we see what we like, but Gwynriels have bullied a lot of Elriel artists, some artist even took their work down if I remember correctly.

I guess you see other art than I do, but under Elriel art a lot of comments are from Gwynriels how its the wrong ship or other rude comments.

Even under the latest sjm post on instagram, which isnt conected with acotar, there are comments from BOTH Elriels and Gwynriels about the ships...

So both sides are to blame.

I know that I am probably in a nice elriel corner, but I havent seen Gwyn hate, or people saying how they want Gwyn to die (I am sure there are some such people.) But because of the ship war a lot of people want Elain to be dead and the same people love Nesta or Feyre, which is really ridiculous, because they would both be devasted if something happened to Elain.

We probably wont know for sure which ship - if any - will be canon for quite some time, so we just need to learn to leave peacfully with each other.

First, I truly appreciate you in my askbox and not being argumentative. Thank you for that nonnie. It's a breath of fresh air.

You are right. There's negative shippers on both ends. There always will be in every single fandom. The nasty comments will happen. I don't condone that behavior. As I stated in my other post, to my acknowledgment I only knew of one major instant and that is all. I'm sure there are others. Like I said I dont associate with them. I'm sorry to those individuals who've been bullied.

I am also speaking from my view of things since acosf and the Az POV. At first, the Gwynriels were just in this little bubble. The Elriels kept poking. Hell I was a fanon Elriel shipper. The second I announced I couldn't bring myself to ship it even in fanon, I lost followers and a mutual I adored blocked me. I was not controversial at all. Simply stating this I'm leaving the ship behind. I've seen nasty anons sent to friends because they don't ship it. I've had nasty responses from people in replies on various posts for being an elucien and a gwynriel and how blind I am for not seeing Elriel. People being argumentative for absolutely no reason except me expressing thoughts. Combine that with the aggressiveness some of the Elriels have displayed and you see where I'm coming from. There's also the issue that some of the Elriels, don't do this to Gwynriels alone. They attack Eluciens too and have been for some time.

On that note there are some good Elriels out there. I know there is. My post wasn't about them. It was about the problematic ones.

You probably are in a nice corner nonnie and stay that way ❤! Trust me I've seen the hate. Some people don't believe she's as nice as she seems. Others who think she's some evil lightsinger. It's certain shippers dragging her down to make Elriel look better. Similar to dragging down Lucien. Both of these red headed babies don't deserve that.

On to Elain, I haven't seen this but I don't doubt it's happening. I know there's some who don't like Elain citing her as boring, she was a bitch in acosf, because she hasn't done anything, whatever the case. Again absolutely right Nonnie! If anything happened to Elain, Nesta and Feyre both would be heartbroken so would Lucien if we're being honest. Do I understand the "she hasn't done anything" argument? Yes. I was hoping she would of have done something in acosf and I was disappointed when she didn't. But Elain doesn't deserve all the hate she gets. SJM is cooking up something big with her and Lucien. She's been more open with everyone but those two and my only conclusion is because they're both major plot points and walking spoilers.

I must disagree on the ships. I think acosf clearly set up the future ships. Once SJM confirms the two MCs for the next book we will know book 5 and possibly book 6 ships.

I'd love it if everyone stayed in their lanes. If the Elriels stuck to Elriel, Gwynriels to Gwynriels. Someone has to always, always add their two cents in and then things spiral. I'm old anon and I've seen this happen hundreds of times. Good thing is in a few months it should die down. It won't stop but it won't be as bad. Trust me, it definitely sucks this whole thing has gotten so bad.

My suggestion to you anon, is to just stay in your happy corner. You will be better off ❤ if you'd like to talk Elain or Gwyn my inbox is open. I'm just not the person to talk positively about Elriel.

[emdythewriter]

Let me be your shield | chapter six (Elriel)

Elain wasn’t sure what to expect when she agreed to let Azriel plan her day. She had woken up later that morning and went to breakfast with her sisters. Feyre shared the news that her and Rhys were expecting with them. Nesta didn’t look one ounce of shocked, most likely she already knew beforehand. Elain felt happy but a hint of pain from her own past.

After breakfast she sulked home and pulled out the box. It took a lot more energy than Elain expected to reign in the tears, but she managed. When she finally forced herself to put the lid back on and set it back on the shelf she escaped to her bedroom where she took a nap. She slept until Azriel came to pick her up and shook her awake.

“What’s going on?” she groaned as she sat up slowly, rubbing at her heavy eyes. Elain was sure there was red puffiness still present, but she could care less. Her bodyguard seemed to want to ask her what was wrong but thought better of it once he looked into her brown eyes, which were darker than normal.

“I guess I’m cheering you up,” Az said giving her a soft smile before pulling her to her feet. Slowly Elain moved about, getting ready while her bodyguard and friend waited for her downstairs. She had been fine, and she was going to continue to be fine, but all she really wanted was Lucien. Even if he hadn’t been the best boyfriend lately he always knew what to do when she felt like this.

When Elain was done making herself look presentable once more she headed downstairs, finding Az sitting at the island and texting someone on his phone. He turned when he heard her sneakers padding against the wood. She had changed into a pair of jeans and a loose and faded brown t-shirt she had stolen from Lucien. Elain had even pulled her hair back, something she only did once in a blue moon.

“You ready?” Azriel asked, standing up from the bar stool and grabbing his keys. She couldn’t even bother to fake a smile as she nodded and followed him out. He turned to lock the door behind them because Elain was already heading down the steps.

“Where are you taking me?” Elain asked once Azriel was in the driver’s seat and starting the car up. He pulled out of the space in front of her townhouse and onto the street before answering her.

“Right now we’re going to get food then we’ll get to the real fun,” he answered but only roused more questions in her, which Elain hated. She liked straight forward answers not ones that led to more questions.

“Are you going to tell me anything else?” she didn’t see the harm in asking but Elain had a feeling she already knew the answer.

“Nope,” Azriel replied just like she had suspected.

“Can you at least tell me what we’re getting to eat?” Elain groaned hoping he would at least throw her this bread crumb.

“Pizza,” she was more than happy with that answer. In Elain’s mind pizza usually meant beer which meant she could drink her sorrows away tonight.

“Just what I was craving,” Azriel looked over at her as she turned to watch the buildings and cars pass out her window. He seemed to know her true intentions but didn’t reprimand her for it, probably knowing the sadness he had seen in Elain’s eyes earlier was just the surface of the storm brewing.

The rest of the way to the restaurant Elain didn’t speak. Az wanted to say something but how could he when he had no idea what was wrong? This light he had known her to be had been snuffed out by some past darkness. Azriel knew it was an event from her past that was bothering mostly because he had been in her current state of mind himself.

Pulling into the parking lot, Elain jumped out before he could even cut the engine. The moment they were seated in a corner booth and the waitress came by she had ordered her first beer. Az stuck with water, let her be the one to get wasted. He had another feeling that she needed that escape.

“What do you like on your pizza?” Azriel asked talking to Elain for the first time it what seemed like hours. He was so used to her constantly talking with him that it felt foregin the whole drive here when she had chosen to remain silent. He hoped to break that now.

“I don’t really have a preference,” Elain answered as she took a generous gulp of the beer the waitress had set before her only a moment ago. With that answer he ordered a pepperoni pizza for them to share. Elain was going to need as much food as she could fit into her stomach with the way she was planning on drinking tonight.

“Can you tell me where we’re going now?” Elain asked starting to sound like an impatient child as she finished her beer. Az watched her for a moment feeling as helpless as ever and hating every moment of it.

“Nope,” he shook his head before taking a sip of his water. Elain noticed he was looking anywhere but at her. He was upset, she knew that. Azriel wanted to help her with the state she was in, but she couldn’t talk about what she had gone through. At least not yet but someday Elain knew she would tell her friend the whole story.

“Why not,” she whined as their waitress replaced her empty glass with a full one.

“I want it to be a surprise,” Az said simply with a shrug. Elain glared at him, kind of hating him for keeping this so called surprise from her.

“It’s not my birthday or anything so why keep it from me?”

“It’s fun to watch you squirm,” Az leaned his arms on the table so he could get closer to her, a smirk present on his face. It was the first time that night Elain was starting to feel like herself again. Yet instead of playing along with his teasing she leaned back and drank.

The pizza was brought to their table soon after and they gobbled it down, both apparently starving. When every last slice of cheesy goodness was devoured and Elain had topped off her third beer, they headed out. Wherever they were going wasn’t far as five minutes later Az had parked the SUV again. They were in front of a bowling alley.

“Bowling?” Elain asked as Az jumped out of the vehicle.

“You look like you need to hit something,” that was all he said as they headed inside and he paid for the lane and shoes. Elain ordered a drink at the bar as he paid at the counter. With a fresh drink in hand she met Azriel at the shoe center before going to claim the balls they needed.their lane was located at the end, it being the only vacated one.

As they headed over Elain took in the decor of the place. There were eight lanes which seemed about average to her. The whole place was covered with neon symbols of bowling balls, pins, and words. It looked like something from the disco age and she loved the atmosphere. The bar was on the far wall by the first lane and that would’ve made the experience better.

Azriel chose to put the names in, Elain saying she was awful with any form of technology. Her name was “sunshine” and his was “shadow”. He thought it would bring a little humor considering their moods today.

“Funny,” Elain said as she went to grab her ball. She lined herself up and Az expected her to be bad but she landed a strike. His eyes were wide in surprise as she walked back to her seat, crossing her legs as she took a drink. “What? Did you expect me to be bad?”

“I certainly wasn’t expecting competition,” Az said, smirking as he grabbed his own ball and lined up. He landed a strike.

“Not bad,” Elain said giving him a shrug in response to his satisfied smirk. Her blood boiled now, ready for the anticipation of a good game. She had bowled with her sisters and their significant others before, but it was never like this. Feyre always went in the gutter, Cassian was usually only there for the drinks, Nesta was okay, and Rhys was the only decent one. No surprise there.

Elain rolled another strike. So did Azriel. Things were heating up to new levels. She found herself loving every tense moment of it. Then she got a split, a small one and most likely possible for her to knock over, but not entirely easy.

“You going to make that?” Azriel said smiling smugly as he took a sip of her beer, thinking he won this round.

“Don’t drink my beer,” Elain responded taking in from his hands. She swallowed the remaining alcohol in one gulp before turning back to the challenge at hand. She wasn’t prepared to lose to him, and she wouldn’t. Elain let the ball loose. She watched with bated breath as it made its way down the lane. She jumped in the air when both puns knocked over, doing a victory dance.

“Hate to remind you sunshine,” Azriel said into her ear, his breath brushing her ear and sending a shiver down Elain’s spine. “But the game is far from over.” he rolled another strike. She would have to find a way to make up points for her spare. The task was easier said than done after four beers and the still present shiver from being so close to her bodyguard.

Bodyguard, not boyfriend Elain reminded herself, forced herself to remember. She had a boyfriend that she wanted to strangle for leaving, a boyfriend she wasn’t sure she still loved. Picturing her red hair, bright eyes, and narrow jaw she rolled the ball. Strike.

“Who’d you picture,” Azriel asked as she came to sit. He had noticed the ferocity in her throw of course it being his job and all to notice everything about her. Elain liked that he did.

“You,” she said as she reached for the fresh glass of alcohol she had requested be brought over. With a sigh Az stood and took his turn. It was his turn to get a spare, in fact it was a split as well but a much bigger gap was between the pins. Elain chuckled into her sip of beer, Az turned to glare at her. He didn’t get the second pin like she did. “That had me taking the lead doesn’t it?”

“Just bowl.” She smirked as she stood to take her turn. The game ended with Azriel’s roll and Elain as the victor.

“Another game?”

“Best out of three.”

Azriel was first up this time and of course he started them off with a strike. Elain noticed they had started to draw a crowd with the last few rounds of their first game, but her bodyguard ignored it. At least it seemed that way but she knew he was on high alert, it was why he hadn’t had a drop to drink besides the teasing sip he had taken of her drink.

“I think we’ve drawn a crowd,” she commented as she stepped up to take her turn.

“They’re probably shocked to see such a small girl attempt to beat me,” Az responded.

“I did beat you.”

“Not this round.”

Elain rolled her eyes before going to roll. He must’ve jinxed her because she got another spare. The rest of the game Az only landed strikes, it was some kind of voodoo Elain thought as they started the third and final game.

“I think we should make a bet,” she said, swaying on her feet slightly from the five beers she had drank that night. She was only tipsy.

“What kind of bet?” Azriel asked sounding surprised but intrigued.

“Like the loser has to do something for the winner,” Elain explained. “We did say best out of three for a reason.”

“Alright what should we bet?”

“How about if I win you have to build me a shed for my gardening tools.” Azriel chuckled causing Elain to furrow her eyebrows.

“That’s just as innocent as I expected.”

“What do you want something dirty? I have a boyfriend.”

“And I’m your bodyguard.”

“Forbidden love.” Azriel chuckled again, this time Elain smiled truly for the first time that night. She would blame it on the beer later.

“We could.”

“I’ll probably forget in the morning.” she wouldn’t, they both knew she hadn’t drank too much for that. Elain was no light weight. Az had witnessed that recently with her sisters.

“With that in mind what would you suggest now?” He stepped closer to her, Elain’s breath caught as she stared up into her hazel eyes.

“If I win,” she stepped closer to him. “I want you to go down on me at the most inappropriate time and place.” Azriel smirked and stepped closer to her. Leaning down he whispered in Elain’s ear again, another shiver.

“If I win I get to take you against the wall of that shed I’m building.” Heat pooled at her core and he seemed to register what he was doing to her. Az’s hazel eyes morphed from teasing to utter lust, and Elain wanted him to ravish her.

“I have a boyfriend,” she reminded herself more than him. It needed to be said. Needed to reiterate that this was a joke, nothing would come of this bet.

“I know.” Elain turned to bowl. Azriel won the last game she was so distracted.

___

When they made it back to the townhouse Elain was laughing. She felt lighter on her feet, though that was most likely due to the seven drinks she had. She was drunk, but not too drunk that Azriel was worried about her state of mind.

“You’re going to fall and hurt yourself,” he said laughing as Elain spun all giddy as if she was wearing a dress fit for a Disney princess. He probably should be more serious than what he currently was but after so much darkness around her Az was happy she was normal again, though in a drunken state of mind. That part didn’t matter.

“I’m fine,” Elain said dancing to music that wasn’t playing. “Dance with me.”

“I’m taking you to bed,” Azriel responded as he grabbed for the outstretched hand she offered him.

“That sounds better,” Elain giggled as he pulled her into his arms. She smiled so brightly up at him that Azriel felt his walls melting. It wasn’t the time for that, she’s drunk he reminded himself. Picking her up he carried her up the steps, bridal style to avoid any potential harm.

“I’m not your boyfriend Elain.”

“I wish you were,” she mumbled as she snuggled her head into his neck. Az’s blood went suddenly cold at that. He didn’t want to think that Lucien had been the cause of her drinking, the man that was supposed to love her unconditionally.

“Trouble in paradise?” he questioned though he knew he shouldn’t as he kicked the door to her bedroom open.

“Something like that,” Elain answered in a very sleepy voice. Azriel pulled the covers back and set her small frame onto the mattress. He bent down onto her knees to help her take off the sneakers she had worn tonight. “I thought you no to bedroom fun.”

“I did, Az found himself unable to not chuckle at this girl before him, this woman he wanted so desperately. “But I’m not your boyfriend.”

“That makes me sad,” Elain said as she unbuttoned her jeans. While she tugged them down her legs Azriel went to find a pair of shorts for her to sleep in. “You’d be a better boyfriend.”

“I’m sure it’s just a rough patch,” Az said as he handed her the shorts that Elain easily slipped on. “But I am sorry to hear it.”

“We’ve been in a rough patch for six months and I don’t think it’ll ever end.” Az wished he could say something to make his friend feel better as she tucked herself into an empty bed.

“Goodnight Elain,” was all he said as he turned to leave but she stopped him.

“Azriel,” she said so quietly he almost didn’t hear her. She sounded so sad.

“Yes?”

Stay with me.” Elain wasn’t asking.

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

“I won’t try anything,” Elain paused and hesitated before continuing. “I just want someone here when the nightmares come.”

Azriel’s heart broke. He hated seeing this light of the world so vulnerable and in pain. He hated being so clueless as to what was causing her to feel this way. He wanted to help but Az would never push her to open up if she wasn’t ready. So he would suffer along with her.

Elain moved over to let him underneath the covers once his shoes and shirt were on the floor. Azriel was thankful he had decided to wear sweatpants tonight rather than jeans. He laid on his back as she cuddled into her pillow and let her eyes fall shut.

“You know you can talk to me whenever you’re ready,” Az said.

“Same goes for you,” Elain whispered with her smile before her breathing evened out, she was asleep. Azriel was left awake to fight off the oncoming nightmares, both hers and his.

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[astrumocs]

How hard is it for Lucien to make friends he can trust?

"Trusting anyone too much is just asking to get burned, especially on maximum murder planet, shitty sequel to average murder planet."

"I dunno, I was never great at getting with people even before my current fucked situation, and I can't say it's improved my attitude about other people either."

> He sighs, muffled by the helmet.

"Hopefully the one friend I already had hasn't gotten their goofy-ass killed yet."

[ilovespiritsstuff]

Gifted Stafford Ghost TV

As you know I've always had an interest in the Paranormal world and in the past month or so, I've rekindled my love for this world.

Mainly thanks to the serendipitous way I met Mark and Helen.

A little brief history lesson. (I think you can sense a theme occurring here).

I think it was around March 2021 when this lovely shop called "Gifted with Heavenly Helen" opened at 10 Church Lane, Stafford. (I literally live 2 minutes walk away).

Before that it was a beauty salon called "Rejuvanetics"

I'd passed by this shop many, many times. Partly curious and partly "afraid" to go inside as by nature since a road accident in 1993 (I won't go into details here) I've become introverted, so find it difficult to speak to people I've never met before, or given the right circumstances I open up to straight away.

I was on a couple of weeks break from work. I was mooching around online as I usually do and I cannot remember the exact details, I happened across a video or something, and I recognised the shop in the video.

Then one thing lead to another around Mid August, I ended up tuning into one of their all night investigations.

I knew straight away I had to get to know Mark and Helen. So a couple of more weeks passed and an opportunity arose to join a group vigil at the shop. I jumped at the chance.

Of course at this point Mark and Helen must've thought who this new person was jumping up and down online saying "me, me, me I want to be involved."

I got to know them briefly mainly through their facebook and youtube channels.

So fast forward to this video:

As they say the rest is history.

Hand on heart I have to say Mark and Helen are the loveliest couple I've ever met. I'd love to think we hit it off straight away.

I feel a long term friendship is in the making here and I'd like to thank them for indirectly rekindling my love for the paranormal world.

You can them on social media:

Youtube:

Facebook:

Instagram:

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/heavenlyhelen

Go and give them a follow and tune in every night (Tues - Sat) for a live investigation from 6pm on their Gifted Ghost TV youtube channel and don't forget to subscribe.

[queersatanic]

As someone else pointed out, The Satanic Temple is also somewhat different than popularly described since both Joe Laycock's book "Speak of the Devil" and the Penny Lane film "Hail Satan?" look at the period just before most of the large, socially progressive and active chapters broke away in 2018.

This "Great Schism" is described within TST by those who remained as "The Shittening".

Nothing was addressed, the Temple just sent a lot of legal threats to people and nabbed or otherwise shut down related social media accounts to keep them quiet.

Even Jex Blackmore, up to that point probably the most famous person in TST, was almost completely quiet about the Temple from Blackmore's 2018 Medium article "The Struggle for Justice Is Ongoing" and a tweet last year in response to the Temple brazenly fundraising off of the Texas abortion bounty bill going into effect.

We're still working on getting additional confirmation of this person's experience, but it does track with what a lot of other people went through.

But yeah, The Satanic Temple is structured to be exactly this way, and it is not capable of reforming because it's working as intended to funnel resources and money upward with absolutely no real accountability or transparency mechanisms flowing back down.

A TikToker spent two minutes talking about why The Satanic Temple can’t help you get an abortion and doesn’t deserve your support.

TST threatened to sue her.

But when it comes to The Satanic Temple, there’s always more and it’s always worse.

[misssophiachase]

Can I request KC + any cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie. Any of them.

Thank you!!! Awesomeprompt. For some reason it’s not so mini, so sorry for the delay. Okay, I’ll admit that I took some liberties, I mean there are way toomany to choose from so this is a different spin. I think I kind of morphed intoa Hallmark movie writer with all this cheese and fluff, hope you still like it!

Not Another Hallmark Movie

“I’ve worked with animalsthat are better behaved and trained than you, Mikaelson,” she hissed. 

“Only because they can’ttalk. If they could I’m sure they’d have some pretty choice things to sayabout such a Princess, Forbes,” he shot back. 

“Cut!” 

“You are such an…”

“Well, you’re no picnicyourself sweetheart.”

“I said Cut!” TheirDirector, Enzo St John, growled. “You don’t get creative license,children. This is a bloody Hallmark movie and you will do it as I say. So, justfor your information, the lines actually were, I love you Jacob. I think Ialways have but I’ve been hurt before and Christmas is such a difficult timefor me after losing my father.”

“And then Jacob says,”Bonnie Bennet, their long suffering producer, added through grittedteeth. “I would never hurt you Grace and if you let me in, let me love youthen I can prove that to you everyday of our lives.”

“I much prefer my line,”Klaus shrugged his shoulders, unmoved by their terse interruptions. 

“As I do mine,” Carolineagreed, arms crossed over her chest. Agreeing was something the two actorsnever did, just ask the rest of the cast and crew. They’d been bickering eversince their first day on set and things didn’t seem to beimproving.  

“How about we take abreak,” Enzo sighed. “We’ll pick up in twenty minutes and maybe you twocan learn your bloody lines.” The crew scurried away, no doubt to enjoy somedowntime from all the drama. 

Klaus made his way to hisdressing room, slamming the door shut in the process. Who was Enzo St John totell him what to do and how to do it? He remembered the second worse decisionhe’d ever made so clearly. If he could have blamed it on alcohol he would havebut this was all her doing.    

“Hallmark? Ah, no Lucien.”

“You didn’t even let mefinish…”

“Because you used the Hword,” he muttered. “I thought we spoke about having that networkexorcised from any future contracts.”

“You need this role Klaus,if anything just to get you back on your feet,” he pleaded. “The roleshave dried up since…”

“I don’t need you to tellme that,” he growled, finally stopping his pacing. “But there must besomething else, something on HBO? I saw they’d green lit a pilotabout the Clash.”

“The Joe Strummer role hasalready been cast.”

“Oh don’t tell me, it’sthat talentless idiot, Tyler Lockwood?”

“No, it’s…”

“Well, don’t keep mehanging, Lucien. You know, I’m a big boy, I can handle the truth.”

“Stefan Slavatore,” hemumbled, his brown eyes now firmly focused on the floor.  

“The brooding, James Deanwannabe? He’s not even English and is definitely more boy band than punk. Anddon’t even get me started on his obsession with his hair. Could that guy ownany more hair products?”

“That’s probably why hehas that lucrative endorsement deal with L’oreal.”

“I bet his mother is soproud,” he groaned. “Why do talentless and undeserving losers like thatget the good roles?”

“You’ve been out of thegame for a bit, people tend to move on after you pass on roles,” he offered,albeit weakly. “You experienced a monumental loss and it’s understandablethat you needed some time out but…”

“You’re even starting tosound like a bloody Hallmark movie now.”

“It’s your only chance totry to resurrect your career Klaus, trust me on this.” Klaus was silent,thinking about his options. 

Not that Klaus liked toadmit it readily but Lucien was right. But was his career more importantthan his pride? Klaus knew the answer and prepared his response carefully. Hallmarkand their latest Christmas cheese-fest could go fuck themselves. “The female part is being played by Caroline Forbes. She’s a verytalented and versatile actress. Actually grew up in the same town as you, Imean what a coincidence.”

That Klaus wasn’texpecting and he felt his chest constrict and an immediate craving to be closerto her again, if so just to try and make things right. “Fine, I’ll do it.”  

It seemed as if Klaus hadcome full circle his worst ever mistake crashing into his second worst. She was just as flawless as he remembered when they met for rehearsals amonth earlier. Even with that scowl plastered firmly on her face, Klaus didn’tthink he’d seen anyone so beautiful. Even her latest insults couldn’t deter hisadmiration. If Klaus could do things differently, he would have.

“Now, that would have tobe your best tantrum by far.”

“If I wanted an audience,little sister, I would have chosen one a lot less sarcastic and hostile.”

“You’re not going to findone, Klaus,” she insisted. “Especially if you keep acting out this way. Noone will ever hire you again.”

“Always the publicist,” hedrawled, rolling his eyes for extra effect. “Did you ever think that maybeI don’t care?”

“And what about Caroline?”His eyes flew to hers, Rebekah always had a tendency to push his buttons andtoday was no exception. Caroline had pursued a modelling career but hadrecently excelled in a few cameo roles. “This is her first leading movie role,do you want to ruin it with such childish behaviour?”

“I’m pretty sure Hallmarkwill do that all on its own,” he joked. “Look, I realise Caroline is oneof your clients but that doesn’t mean you can use our sibling status to guilttrip me into staying. I’m sure that they can recast me with some bland, kendoll type. Maybe the gods are smiling on us and Stefan Salvatore is actuallyfree?”

“No one has chemistry likeyou and Caroline, trust me we’ve all seen it.”

“That was a long timeago.”

“Really? Because from thatforeplay I just saw out there, your connection is stronger thanever.” 

Klaus knew it too, notthat he was willing to admit it aloud and to his sister and publicist of allpeople. He loved her, Klaus had never stopped. Suddenly he felt like he’dstepped into some weird, Hallmark vortex. 

“Yes, those insults werereally romantic.”

“I know you miss her, weall do” she implored, her hands finding his. Klaus knew they weren’t talkingabout Caroline anymore. “But that’s no reason to throw away your career orCaroline in the process.”

Klaus knew she was right, hedidn’t speak, just squeezed her hands affectionately before making his waytowards her dressing room purposefully.

“If you’re here for roundtwo, I’m not interested,” Caroline scoffed before he could get a word in. Shewas seated at her dressing table and regarding him suspiciously in thereflection of the mirror. 

“I don’t know,” he smiled,thinking just how much he’d missed their lively banter. “I thought we’dclocked up at least twenty rounds by now.” 

“And to be honest, I’mtired of it,” she sighed, closing those blue eyes momentarily. Klaus knewexactly what she was doing. 

After making love they’dlie naked together in the moonlit filled room, their limbs entwined and Klauswould recite all the reasons he loved her. Her creamy skin, her golden waves,her melodic laugh and ability to render him completely useless were frequentmentions but his favourite, he’d say, were her eyes. They were the windows toher soul, he’d say, and Klaus used to murmur that as long as she kept her eyesopen everything would be okay.

“Open your eyes, love,” hemurmured, making his way towards her dressing table and running a hand alongher cheek slowly. 

“You don’t deserve that,”she whispered, a single tear making its way down her cheek. “You don’tdeserve me.”

“I don’t,” heagreed. “I lost that right after…” Her eyes flew open as she pushed awayhis hand.

“After you walked out onme,” she sobbed, standing shakily and increasing the distance between them. Shewas wearing a thin dressing gown and Klaus could make out the lace accents ofher underwear and the way they strained against the swell of herbreast.  

“I didn’t want to hurtyou..”

“Yet you did exactly that!How long have we known each other Klaus? Twenty years now? We climbed treestogether when we were eight. You took me to my prom senior year and cheered meon at my college graduation. God, we dated for three years but even after wemoved our separate ways for career opportunities we were still close. You wouldcall me whenever Lord of the Rings was on TV because you knew I hated itand recited the dialogue verbatim, then you’d berate the latest tabloid storiesabout my love life because you were the only guy that was worthy of my timeapparently. I can recall so many conversations, so many life events with you presentand that was the thanks I got for being such a loyal friend?”

“I wasn’t in the righthead space that night Caroline, my mother had just died,” he explained. “Iwas spiralling out of control and had been drinking.”

“I wanted to be there foryou the night of her funeral, to support you in your time of need.”

“And I took advantage ofthat,” he murmured, remembering it like it was yesterday. 

He’d woken, unsure of hissurroundings at first but then he felt her against his chest. He would neverforget the rhythmic and even sound of her breathing or the fact the thesunlight spilling into the room was highlighting the golden flecks in her hair.She looked like an angel.

He left hurriedly,throwing on his clothes and racing from the hotel room. Klaus knew it wascowardly but having to face her and explain the previous night and hisscrambled emotions was too much after burying his mother yesterday. 

As the months passed,Klaus began to miss her name on his caller ID and almost hit the call button amillion times, if only just to hear the sound of her melodic laugh telling himhe was an idiot. But he never called and it was the biggest regret afterleaving her that morning without a goodbye. 

“I’d rather not revisitmemory lane,” she said, breaking Klaus from his dream-like trance. “But Iam curious, why are you doing this film? I mean you break out inhives when you even hear the word Hallmark.”

“It was all for you,love.”

“Oh, if that’s a line, I’mso not interested in hearing anything more Mikaelson…”

“It’s not,” he persisted,making his way towards her and placing his hands on her shoulders gently. 

Her blue eyes were widenow and Klaus could see that the anger and hostility he’d seen for weeks hadsince been replaced by curiosity and that raw vulnerability he loved so much.He knew there was a brief window, If only he could just explain himselfarticulately. Her vanilla scent was putting him off somewhat, so too her closeproximity. “I needed to be here, I needed to make things right after Iroyally stuffed them up.”

“That’s certainly anunderstatement,” she growled. 

“I was scared,” headmitted, fastening a lock of hair behind her ear. “When Esther passed away sosuddenly it knocked me around so much. She was the most important and biggestpresence in my life. That morning when I woke up and saw you lying next to me Iwas so frightened it hurt. The thought of ever losing you, like her, was toomuch to comprehend in my emotional state.” She was silent for a momentobviously processing what he was saying. 

“But you walked out onme.”

“I figured that if youweren’t in my life I couldn’t lose you. I know it’s not an excuse but you arethe only woman I’ve ever loved and even if you weren’t in my life I could stillwatch you from afar and it would be okay.”

“But yet you show up onthe set of a Hallmark movie.”

“Obviously that poorlythought rationale didn’t last too long. I was desperate, I wanted you backeven if it was a long shot.” She cocked her left eyebrow curiously, a slightsmile tugging at her lips. 

“Do I have this right? You signed up for a Hallmark movie for me?” 

“Desperate times and allthat,” he smirked. “Please tell me my efforts haven’t been completelywasted?”

“I’ll tell you what’s beencompletely wasted,” she said, her hands finding their way to his hips andpulling him closer. “Your talents.”

“Huh?”

“Your talents are wastedin this kind of film and we both know it,” she mused. “So, what I want youto do is march out there and tell Enzo you’re quitting.” Obviously she didn’twant to see him again but Klaus couldn’t blame her. 

“Do you really hate me thatmuch?” 

“I don’t unfortunately,”she teased. “You need to snap out of this funk. Esther wouldn’t want this for you and we both know it. You need to get back tothe roles that made you who you are and you need to stop stalking me too.As much as I appreciate the explanation, you are sounding more like a Hallmarkmovie everyday and I can’t have that.”

“What roles? There are none.”

“I heard about the ClashHBO series, that would be a good start.”

“ApparentlyStefan Salvatore has already been cast,” he groaned, hating the fact he even had to say his name aloud. 

“I wouldn’t be so sure,Mikaelson,” she grinned knowingly. “You just need to have a little faithin yourself and your craft.”

“So, if I do all of that,do you think there’s any chance you might ever forgive me for being…”

“The biggest ass in theworld? I’ll think about it,” she smiled, placing a chaste kiss on his nose.Klaus melted into her embrace, not wanting to let go but also glad she’d heardhim out and was willing to consider a future, whatever that might be. 

“So, before I go and annoyEnzo, Rebekah and my manager I have one question myself.” She didn’t respondjust raised her eyebrows in preparation. “Why did you take this role? Imean it’s not really your thing either.”

“I already have amodelling career, acting is a hobby right now, but it doesn’t hurt that there’sat least a dozen scripts sitting there for my perusal.” 

Klaus looked over at the table,noticing the large volumes of paper for the first time. From this distance he could seethe title Oceans Eight on one of them. He wasn’t sureif it was related to the Soderbergh box office hits but if it was CarolineForbes was going to be a big star. 

“And I’ll be therewatching your career unfold from afar, love.” He was gone before she couldrespond. His spirits buoyed and his heart open for the first time in over a year, telling him they’d meet again some day.

So, their ending wasn’t aHallmark one, well not that day anyway. Fast forward two years and Klaus wasstarring in the latest Scorcese film, Caroline in Spielberg. 

“So, where can a girl geta drink around here?” He’d know that melodic voice anywhere, his crimson lips curving into a smile.

“I might be able to help you with that.” She sat at the neighbouring barstool her leg grazing his briefly and causing all the familiar feelings to resurface. He said he’d wait and Klaus was hoping she was finally collecting. 

“Which is exactly why I came to see you,” she smiled. “We have a lot to talk about, Mikaelson.”

Turns out they did. Exactly three months later the two childhood best friends were married and happened to live happily ever after, just like in fairytale or a really cheesy Hallmark movie.  

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1900 Booker T. Washington founds the National Negro Business League.

Washington publishes his first autobiography The Story of my life and work editor of the New York Age Timothy Thomas Fortune.

October Washington invited for dinner at the White House by President Theodore Rosevelt.

Du Bois attends the First Pan-African Conference in London drafts letter ”Address to the Nations of the World” to the European heads of states. 

Seay becomes certificate as an educator teaches in Mayan village of Xcalak in Mexico.

1901 Garvey becomes apprentice to printer Alfred ‘Cap’ Burrowes in his native parish of Saint Ann.

W.E. B. DuBois with his wife Nina and daughter Yolande ca. 1901

Washington publishes his autobiography Up From Slavery.

Washington recieves honorary decorate from Dartmouth College.

1903 Du Bois publishes his 14 essay book The Souls of Black Folk.

1904 Garvey relocates from his native parish of Saint Ann 25 miles away to Alfred Borrows branch in Port Maria, Saint Mary.

1905 Garvey moves to Smith Village, Kingston at 13 Pink Lane in begins working for P. A. Benjamin and exceeds to the position of foreman.

Booker Washington and Theodore Roosevelt at Tuskegee Institute, 1905.

December Du Bois buys printing press and publishes Moon Illustrated Weekly.

1906 January 23 Washington giving a speech at Tuskegee Institute Silver Anniversary Lecture Carnegie Hall in New York City.

Du Bois and American Civil Rights activists meet in Canada write declaration opposing Washington's Atlanta Compromise and form the Niagara Movement.

August Second Niagara conference West Virginia Harpers Ferry John Brown raid.

September Atlanta riots 10 thousand whites, 25 deaths.

Du Bois publishes his “A Litany at Atlanta” essay.  

1907 Hubert Harrison begins working at the United States Post Office.

Garvey elected vice president of the compositors branch of the Kingston Typographical Union.

Du Bois publishes The Horizon: A Journal of the Color Line. 

Philadelphia Quaker Anna T Jeanes donates one milion dollars to Booker T washington.

1908 November 28 Garvey participates in Jamaica Print worker strike.

18 March Garveys Mother Sarah Richards passes away at age 56.

1909 Washington tours southern Virginia and West Virginia. 

May Du Bois attends the First National Negro Conference in New York where National Negro Committee is created chaired by Oswald Villard. 

Orientalist Dr. Carl Bezold publishes his edition of the Book of the Glory of Kingswith a German translation.

1910 Du Bois attends the Second National Negro Conference Committee where they create the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP), Du Bois becomes Director of Publicity and Research for editor of its monthly magazine the Crisis.

Harrison writes two letters to the New York Sun critical of Booker T Washington which cost him his job at the United States Post Office.

Garvey travels to Costa Rica where he is employed as a time keeper on a Banana plantation.

20 April Garvey elected first assistant secretary of the National Club and Wilfred Domingo Apprentice Tailor, second assistant secretary. Fortnightly journal Our Own. Garvey and Domingo The Struggling Mass pamphlet.

Garvey enrolls for elocution lessons with Jamaican Dr. Robert J Love monument George William Gordon.

Garvey publishes three issues of his Watchman journal namd after George William Gordon’s journal the Watchman.

November Du Bois publishes the first issue of The Crisis.

1911 Harrison begins work at Socialist Party of America becoming Americas leading black socialist.

Du Bois attends First Universal Race Congress in London, publishes his Quest of the Silver Fleece novel and joins the Socialist Party of America.

Garvey becomes editor of daily newspaper La Nacionale in Costa Rica and later travels to Colon, Panama.

July 26 Universal Races Congress among its attendees Harry Johnston of the Royal Geographical Society, Sir Sydney Olivier Governor of Jamaica.

April 25, 1911 - The Nation (edited by Marcus Garvey) Cover Page.

July 26 Universal Races Congress among its attendees Harry Johnston of the Royal Geographical Society, Sir Sydney Olivier Governor of Jamaica.

1912 Julius Rosenwald begins serving on the board of directors of Tuskegee Institute.

February 7 Blyden passes in Freetown, Sierra Leone.

Harrison campaigns for Industrial Workers of the World founder Eugene V. Debs, presidential candidate, writes the Negro and Socialism for the socialist newspaper the New York Call as well as the socialist monthly the International Socialist Review, also founds the Colored Socialist Club and speaks at Broad and Wall Street in front of the New York stock exchange on socialism. 

Garvey sails to London where he attends evening classes at Birkbeck College. 

August Garveys sister, Indiana, joins him in London.

Du Bois supports the Democrat Woodrow Wilson in presidential campaign forcing him to resign from Socialist Party of America. 

Julius Rosenwald begins serving on the board of directors of Tuskegee Institute.

1913 Garvey begins working for Dusé Mohamed Ali at the African Times and Orient Review office at 158 Fleet Street as messenger and handyman, in October issue writes The British West Indies in the Mirror of Civilization essay. Dusé Mohamed Ali was also later to become the foreign secretary for Garveys Universal Negro Improvement Association. 

Garvey travels to Scotland.

Garvey granted month long readers pass to the British Museum library, where he reads Edward Wilmot Blyden’s Christianity, Islam and the Negro Race as well as Booker T Washington’s autobiography Up from Slavery.

Claude Mckay attends Tuskegee Institute.

W.E.B. DuBois and members of the New York State Commission on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the Emancipation Proclamation in 1913.

Organizers of the 1913 Silk Strike in Paterson, New Jersey. Front row, from left: Hubert Harrison, members of the Industrial Workers of the World Elizabeth Gurley Flynn, and “Big Bill” Haywood. Back row: unknown, Patrick L. Quinlan, unknown, and unknown. Photographer unknown. Courtesy the American Labor Museum, Haledon, New Jersey, and Jeffrey B. Perry.

Six new small schools in rural Alabama funded by Rosenwald built and opened.

1914 Crisis magazine article 2,732 lynchings from 1884 to 1914.

Marcus Garvey founds the Universal Negro Improvement Association at 12 Orange Street, Kingston.

August Garvey meets Amy Ashwood at the Queen Street Baptist Literary and Debating Society U.N.I.A. moved to 20 Orange Street, Kingston.

October Tsar Nicholas II October manifesto freedom of speech and suffrage.

The Russian army invade Germany.

Alfred Charles Sam Akyem Abuakwa Gold coast Texas, Oklahoma.

1915 Harrison publishes The Black Man’s Burden Rudyard Kipling.

Du Bois publishes The Negro and “The African Roots of the War” essay, Atlantic Monthly and fights with the NAACP to band The Birth of a Nation film, the Crisis magazine also publishes article 2,732 lynchings from 1884 to 1914.

135th Street Lenox Avenue Harlem speakers corner.

Tsar Nicholas assumes Commander in Chief.

1916 Crisis magazine April issue lynching of six in Lee County, Georgia and June issue “ Waco Horror” article lynching of mentally impaired 17 year old Jesse Washington in Waco, Texas.

March Garvey departs from Jamaica to New York on the SS Tallac.

April 25th Garvey heads to the NAACP offices at 25 695th Avenue in search of Du Bois.

May 9, Garvey holds his first public lecture in New York City at St Mark’s Church in-the-Bowery where he becomes overwhelmed whilst speaking and falls off the stage.

The Star of Ethiopia a pageant of the history of black people from 50,000 B.C to 20th century wrote, produced, and directed by WEB Du Bois.

Lucien B. Watkins poem The Star of Ethiopia.

December Grigori Rasputin murdered by Prince Yusopor.

1917 Garvey and thirteen others the Harlem, New York branch of the UNIA,

Asa Philip Randolph and Chandler Owen also found the Messenger monthly magazine, earlier the same year A Philip Randoph had stepped down from his stepladder in Harlem to let Garvey speak.

March Tsar Nicholas II resigns.

April Vladimir Lenin returns to Russia from exile in Switzerland flee to Finland.

Harrison founds the Liberty League and Voice newspaper.  

12 June Harrison and Marcus Garvey speak at Harrisons Liberty League of Negro Americans meeting at the Bethal African Methodist Espicopal church.

July 1 East Saint Louis riots, white drive by and fire shots, journalist and two police men drive by Blacks open fire on car killing one officer, thousand of whites begin rioting. women, blacks lynched Congressional Investigating Committee reports 39 blacks, 9 whites dead although thought to be more like hundreds, 6 thousand Blacks left homeless after their neighbourhood burned.

July 8 Garvey at Lafayette Hall speaks on the East Saint Louis riot The conspiracy of the East St. Louis Mayor Mollman migration riots printed pamphlets.

July 28 Du Bois and NAACP organise and lead a “Silent March” of 10,000 black New Yorkers down Fifth Avenue to protest the East St. Louis race riot, Du Bois also travelled to St. Louis to report on the riots and publishes the article "The Massacre of East St. Louis" in September. 

October 16 Lenin returns to Russia.

October 24th/25th Bolshevik Provisional Government Petrograd Soviet.

1918 Garvey on his birthday founds the Negro World weekly newspaper. 

Garvey holds UNIA meetings at Palace Casino Theater 135th Street Madison Avenue.

Harrison works with the American Federation of Labor and serves as chairman for the Negro American Liberty Congress co-headed by Monroe Trotter, the AFL also submits petition to the U. S. Congress for federal anti-lynching legislation.

According to the Hymn From Greenlands Icy Mountains had been adopted by the UNIA and sung at this meeting it is also used by the RasTafarite Ethiopia Black International Congress.

August 4 Randolph and Owen in Cleveland at Social Party leader Walter Bronstrups meeting arrested by Department of Justice official to be trailed on the charge of violating the Espionage Act.

“unlawfully, knowingly and feloniously, the United States being then and there at war with the Imperial German Government, willfully print and cause to be printed, publish and cause to be published, circulated, in a certain language intended to incite, provoke and incur resistance to the United States and to promote the cause of its enemies in a certain publication known as the Messenger.” 

6 October 1918 Amy Ashwood arrives from Panama. 

According to the Hymn From Greenlands Icy Mountains had been adopted by the UNIA and sung at this meeting it is also used by the Ras Tafarite Ethiopia Black International Congress.

1919 January 18 the year long Versailles Peace Conference is held in Paris France. Treaty of Versallies Germanys possessions Hiltler re militarization June 28 and creation of the League of Nations.

WEB Du Bois with the help of Senegalese deputy to the National French Assembly Blaise Diagne organized the First Pan African Congress to be held in Paris.

The 20 year old Haitian Elizier Cadet elected as a delegate, interpreter, main negotiator and later high commissioner to the Conference, presents the resolutions of the UNIA that Germanys confiscated colonies be governed by Negroes educated in America and Europe, to the President the French PM Georges Clemenceau, Cadet also camped outside the offices of the Parisian newspapers of the Liberal La Matin editor, as well as the editors of La Presse and L’Instansigeant newspapers who promised to publish the articles.

Ida B. Wells and Randolph were also elected as delegates but were unable to obtain passports and visas.

German East Africa Tanganika designated to Britain, South West Namibia Cameroon, and Togo to France and Britain, Urundi Burundi to Belgium and Namibia South Africa

January 21 Seattle Shipyard Strike 35, 000 workers go on strike. Unions in Seattles shipbuilding industry demand pay increase for unskilled workers, the yard owners offer to give a pay increase to skilled workers, the union reject the offer and go on strike.

February 23 Third Irish Race Convention Philadelphia.

Soldiers of the 369th (15th N.Y.), awarded the Croix de Guerre for gallantry in action, 1919. Left to right. Front row: Pvt. Ed Williams, Herbert Taylor, Pvt. Leon Fraitor, Pvt. Ralph Hawkins. Back Row: Sgt. H. D. Prinas, Sgt. Dan Storms, Pvt. Joe Williams, Pvt. Alfred Hanley, and Cpl. T. W. Taylor.

Pvt. Henry Johnson nicknamed “Black Death”.

Pvt. Needham Roberts.  

Johnson who using his broken rifle as a club and Roberts with a 9 inch bolo knife defeat a 24 German in France awarded.

$10, 000 $35, 000 steam paddle ship SS Shadyside SS Kanawha.

The UNIA  property located at 114 West 138th Street, New York City which had previously been the Metropolitan Baptist Tabernacle and which would now become the first of many of the UNIAS Liberty Halls.

The Black Star steamshipping line was also established.

Garvey and the UNIA investigated by the FBI then the BOI. Major Walter Howard Loving Negro World Probable Bolshevik Propaganda.

Bolshevik meaning majority, referring to the Marxist majority of the Russian Social Democratic Party of which Vladimir Lenin and Leon Trotsky came into power in October 1917 and the influence of its socialist, communist and Soviet regime. 

Supported by German or Bolshevik money. 

February 4 U.S. Senate votes to Overman Judiciary Subcommittee for more investigation of German spies and Bolshevik propaganda. committee month hearing February 11.

February 6 to 11 Seattle, Washington General Strike. Head of Emergency Fleet Corporation sends telegram mistakenly to Metal Trades Council rather than Metal Trades Association withdraw contracts of any given wage increase, the workers appeal to Seattle Central Labor Council for the strike.

General Strike Committee formed to provide essential services throughout the city during the strike, Army Veterans form Labor War Veterans Guard to ensure order throughout the city although.

“Russia Did It” pamphlet overthrow.

Mayor Hanson police and military order federal troops, stations 950 sailors and marines February 7. 600 hires men to the police force hires 2, 400 deputies.

February 8 The executive committee of the General Strike Committee by AFL and international labor organizations to end the strike at midnight but voted against by the General Strike Committee.

February 9 Mayor Hanson “sympathetic strike was called in the exact manner as was the revolution in Petrograd”.

February 10 The General Strike Committee vote to end the strike the next day.

39 Industrial Workers of the World members arrested ringleaders anarchy.

April bombs mailed to Government officials, businessmen such as John D Rockefeller, Mayor of Seattle Ole Hanson receives mailed packaged bomb opened at the wrong end by member of his office staff William Langer, who then takes the bomb to the police and notifies Post Office. 

Police officers turn up at the UNIA headquarters with a search warrant after an anonymous tip of that from the office of the Negro World. At Garveys Carnegie Hall meeting agents of the Lusk Committee also turn up with a bomb squad.

J Edgar hoover begins to hold suspicions of the Harlem offices of the Negro World and the Messenger being the Russian organ of Bolshevism in New York. Garvey papers II page 674. 642 of the Russian organ of Bolshevik from one memo J Edgar Hoover special assistant to Attorney General to Frank Burke Washington D.C. August 12 1919 Garvey papers I page 480.

May Day Boston Police attempt to stop unpermitted march, fight for socialist Soviet Union Red Flags, one policeman fatally stabbed, socialist HQ attacked by mob, 114 arrested.

At the Russian Peoples House social club, soldiers burn printed material and force emigrants to sing Star Spangled Banner.

Cleveland, Ohio protesting the imprisonment of Eugene V. Debs and promoting the campaign of Charles Ruthenberg the socialist candidate for Mayor plan march.

Nationalist group Victory Loanworkers try to block marchers, Ruthenbergs HQ attacked by mob, police mount with trucks and tanks, tank driven into crowd, two dead, 40 injured, 116 arrested.

June 2 Bombs judges sentenced anarchist to prison, Attorney A. Mitchell Palmer targeted for the second time, Carlo William Valdinoa editor of Galleanist publication Cronaca Sovversiva Luigi Galleani, delivers the bomb, trips up, the bomb detonates leaving his body parts on Palmers lawn.

Flyer traced to anarchists Andrea Salsedo, who commits suicide and Robert Elia.

June Attorney A. Mitchell Palmer Carlo William Valdinoa Galleanist trips up bomb detonating body parts lawn. 

Senator Lusk chairman of committee anarchy socialists troops office of Industrial Workers of the World and Rand school for racial propaganda Socialism Imperilled, or the Negro a Potential menace to American radicalism article by Wilfred Domingo editor of the Negro World who worked with Garvey in 1910 at the National Club.

June 2 Bombs judges sentenced anarchist to prison, Attorney A. Mitchell Palmer targeted for the second time, Carlo William Valdinoa editor of Galleanist publication Cronaca Sovversiva Luigi Galleani, delivers the bomb, trips up, the bomb detonates leaving his body parts on Palmers lawn.

Flyer traced to anarchists Andrea Salsedo, who commits suicide and Robert Elia.

July 28 Garvey charged with criminal libel against Richard Warner, Edgar Grey and the District Attorney Kilroe, Garvey incarcerated in Tombs prison and bailed for $3,000.

A Red Summer. 

The Red Summer racial riots were a series of riots 38 which occurred between May and October 1919.

December Crisis issue Omaha, Nebraska.

Will Brown, Victim of Omaha, Nebraska violence. 

Mary Turner.

May 10 Charleston, South Carolina

May 10 Sylvester, Georgia May 29 Putnam County, Georgia May 31 Monticello, Mississippi June 13 New London, Connecticut June 13 Memphis, Tennessee June 27 Annapolis, Maryland June 27 Macon, Mississippi July 3 Bisbee, Arizona July 5 Scranton, Pennsylvania July 6 Dublin, Georgia July 7 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania July 8 Coatesville, Pennsylvania July 9 Tuscaloosa, Alabama July 10 Longview, Texas July 11 Baltimore, Maryland July 15 Port Arthur, Texas

July 19 Washington, D.C. July 21 Norfolk, Virginia July 23 New Orleans, Louisiana July 23 Darby, Pennsylvania July 26 Hobson City, Alabama July 27 Chicago, Illinois July 28 Newberry, South Carolina July 31 Bloomington, Illinois July 31 Syracuse, New York July 31 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania August 4 Hattiesburg, Mississippi August 6 Texarkana, Texas August 21 New York City, New York August 30 Knoxville, Tennessee September 28 Omaha, Nebraska October 1 Elaine, Arkansas

Elaine, Arkansas, arrested and tried for conspiracy in the Moore v. Dempsey case. 

28 July Garvey charged with criminal libel against Richard Warner, Edgar Grey and the District Attorney Kilroe, Garvey incarcerated in Tombs prison and bailed for $3,000.

28th September Garvey, Reverend Eason, Amy Ashwood and Henrietta Davis Illinois south for meetings at the 8th Regiment Armoury the home of the all Negro infantry Garvey was arrested by detective George Friend of the Chicago Constabulary on violation of the Blue Sky Law turned out to be a private detective from Keystone Detective Agency who was hired by Robert Abbott editor of the Chicago Defender and taken to Harrison police station. 

September Henrietta Vinton Davis that there were 7, 500 members in New York alone and branches in 25 states of Union.

11 October memorandum from J Edgar Hoover to special agent Ridgely.

October 1 Elaine, Arkansas 200 African Americans murdered, arrested and tried for conspiracy in the Moore v. Dempsey case.

11 October memorandum from J Edgar Hoover to special agent Ridgely.

14 October Garvey shot by George Tyler, grazed on his temple and caught in the leg. Tyler commits suicide the next day, Tyler was also the only witness for the criminal libel charge against Garvey.

October Garvey speaks at Philadelphia Peoples Church again.

The Negro World seized in British Guiana and Honduras, according to the Saint Vincent Gazette October 1919 anyone bringing the paper into the colony to serve six months prison sentence, possibly with hard labor.

November Second anniversary of the Bolshevik Revolution BOI agents police raid Union of Russian Workers in 12 cities.

Garveys name put forward to Louis F. Post at the Labour Department for deportation on unsubstantiated grounds.

December Du Bois in the Crisis covers lynching in Omana, Nebraska.

December Guianse Edward Green Smith founding member, Secretary UNIA and accountant who previously worked at the ammunition factory in Trenton, New Jersey shot during robbery, pregnant wife dies from shock BSL principal negotiator.

December 25 Garvey marries Amy Ashwood two week honeymoon in Canada Toronto and Montreal.

Garveys name put forward to Louis F. Post at the Labour Department for deportation on unsubstantiated grounds.

December 1919 Guianse Edward Green Smith founding member, Secretary UNIA and accountant who previously working at the ammunition factory in Trenton, New Jersey employment shot during robbery pregnant wife dies from shock BSL principal negotiator.

The Belize branch of the Universal African Black Cross Nurses established in 1920 by Vivian Seay.

Seay survey infant and maternal recruits nurse trainees.

Garvey and Green without Cockburn charter the SS Frederick Douglas at the rate of $11, 000 as opposed to $100, 000 with repairs amounting to $11, 000 and fail to include limited indemnity clause in contract with Green River Distillery making them liable damages to whisky company prohibition deadline 16th January confiscated.

Cockburn receives $2,000 commission from Green River Distillery to load the and sail the ship.

1920 January 15 Frederick Douglas sails from the U. S. to Havana, Cuba with 20, 000 cases of whiskey, 500 cases of champagne and 350 barrels of wine 500 cases of whisky, caught in storm off the coast of Cape May, the cargo shifts in its Hull making its starboard list heavy, tossed aboard in order to prevent it from capsizing and has to be towed back to New York .

neglect to making docking arrangements cargo cant be unloaded because of the shoremans strike, left to face penalty of thousands every day for  32 days. 

Chief Officer Hugh Mulzac and UNIA delgation meet arrive at Havana, Cuba meet President Menocal and are given banquet at his palace.

The SS Frederick Douglass at Colon Panama carries 500 Caribbean laborers to Cuba.

The SS Frederick Douglass makes a ceremonial stop at Bocas del Toro in Costa Rica.

In Kingston, Jamaica the SS Frederick Douglass cargo of 700 tons of coconuts which rot on detour to Boston. 

Du Bois publishes the first of his three autobiographies Darkwater: Voices From Within the Veil containing his “The Damnation of Women” essay as well as The Brownies Book, a monthly children’s magazine co founded by Augustus Granvil Dill and Jesse RedmonFauset.

1920 Du Bois publishes the first of his three autobiographies Darkwater: Voices From Within the Veil containing his "The Damnation of Women" essay as well as The Brownies Book, a monthly children's magazine.

January Harrison becomes editor of the Negro World and also contributes to the Declaration of Rights of Negro People’s of the World.

August the first UNIA Convention was held for the whole duration of the month of August in Madison Square Gardens, New York City. It was at this convention that the Bill of Rights the Declaration of Rights of the Negro Peoples of the World was drafted and adopted. https://tmblr.co/Z9elId2ORVqcw

It was at this event where he was duly elected Provisional President of Africa at the convention Garvey reportedly read two telegrams one from Irish Republic leader Eamon de Valera Provisional President of Ireland and the other from Zionist in Califonia Louis Michael.

Are ye not as children of the Ethiopians unto me, O children of Israel? saith the LORD. Have not I brought up Israel out of the land of Egypt? and the Philistines from Caphtor, and the Syrians from Kir? Amos 9:7

10. We protest against segregated districts, separate public conveyances, industrial discrimination, lynchings and limitations of political privileges of any Negro citizen in any part of the world on account of race, color or creed, and will exert our full influence and power against all such.

12. Against all such inhuman, unchristian and uncivilized treatment we here and now emphatically protest, and invoke the condemnation of all mankind.

17. Whereas the lynching, by burning, hanging or any other means, of human beings is a barbarous practice and a shame and disgrace to civilization, we therefore declare any country guilty of such atrocities outside the pale of civilization.

24. We believe in the doctrine of the freedom of the press, and we therefore emphatically protest against the suppression of Negro newspapers and periodicals in various parts of the world, and call upon Negroes everywhere to employ all available means to prevent such suppression.

25. We further demand free speech universally for all men.

33. We vigorously protest against the increasingly unfair and unjust treatment accorded Negro travelers on land and sea by the agents and employee of railroad and steamship companies, and insist that for equal fare we receive equal privileges with travelers of other races.

35. That the right of the Negro to travel unmolested throughout the world be not abridged by any person or persons, and all Negroes are called upon to give aid to a fellow Negro when thus molested.

39. That the colors, Red, Black and Green, be the colors of the Negro race.

40. Resolved, That the anthem “Ethiopia, Thou Land of Our Fathers etc.,” shall be the anthem of the Negro race… adopted by the RasTafarites Universal Ethiopian Anthem.

Signatories of the Declarations of the Rights of Negro Peoples of the World capture the moment during the 1st International Convention of the Negro Peoples of the World.

Negro World editor William Ferris spots WEB Du Bois at the convention.

18 January Negro World SS Kanawah Antonio Maceo to sail for Bermuda, Cuba, Haiti, Jamaica, Panama. Sir Willocks governor general British Secretary of State for the Colonies Winston Churchill prohibit landing.

Advert Negro World Architects and Contracting Builders to sail to Liberia between January 25 February 20.

1921 Haitian Elie Garcia auditor general produce two reports on Liberia. 

Son of Liberian President Hilary Johnson, Mayor of the Liberian capital, Monrovia, Gabriel Johnson, UNIA Potentate Leader of the Negro Peoples of the World along with George O Marke, Supreme Deputy Potentate in charge of the Sierra Leone division of the UNIA and accountant and stenographer, Resident Commissar Cyril A Crichlow sent to acquire land and property in Liberia 30 40 miles away from Monrovia farm owned by local Mrs.Moort however land quality.

Johnson previously a Brigader, his brother Attorney General, first cousin was also married to the later President D. B. King.

Edwin Barclay Liberia Secretary of Sate French and British bordering colonies of Sierra Leon and Ivory Coast.

February Garvey tours the West Indies and Central America also with the initiative of raising funds.

Hoover alerts immigration in Florida so that the Labour Department ports refuse his reentry however Hoover could not provide them with grounds.

28th February Garvey Amy Jacques and her younger brother Cleveland take the train to Key West where they board the USS Governor Cobb to Havana, Cuba.

7 March Liberia President Charles D. B. King arrives on the USS Panhandle in New York harbor, UNIA delegation meet hom at Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

Charles Latham American consul in Jamaica instructed to refuse Garvey a visa to Panama as well as a reentry visa into America.

Costa Rica 10, 000 people to see Garvey at Limon according to United Fruit company manger G. P. Chittenden one meeting two scrap baskets and one suitcase full of United States gold notes were collected and at another he stood beside a pile of gold notes which reached above his knees possibly as much as $50, 000.

Garvey introduced to President Julio Acosta in the capital. 

Garvey granted visa by Panama visits the cities of Bocas Del Toro and Almirante in Panama although the response he received was not so much of an enthusiastic one but more.

Garvey travels to the city of Colon by submarine where he is greeting by the biggest crowd he has ever seen, they brake the windows of his train carriage and carry him out into a car but there are so many people on top of the car that the tyres puncture and the car has to be pushed.

May 31 June 1 Tulsa, Oklahoma riot Dick Rowland assault elevator in Drexel building, mob jail shots, Greenwood little Africa.

May June Tulsa, Oklahoma riot Dick Rowland assault elevator Drexel building mob jail shots Greenwood little Africa.

25th May the ship the SS Kanawah/Antonio Maceo, sets sail for Panama. boilers three days Kingston.

Garvey denied reentry visa generals voted counsellor general William Matthews sent to Washington to lobby the state department. staff visa control. Garvey advised by lawyer for the American consul to send a cable to state department requesting a visa in which event the visa was granted.

At the annual convention in August 1921 literary editor William Ferris and journalist John E Bruce knighted with order of the Nile, George Tobias with the order of Ethiopia and Henrietta Vinton Davis with Lady Commander of the Sublime order of the Nile.

Marcus Garvey quoted Psalm 68:31 on numerous occasions including in his Christmas message to the Negro Peoples of the World December 1921 as well as in his Emancipation day speech made at Liberty Hall New York city on 1 January 1922. https://tmblr.co/Z9elId2OPQ-fq

1922 January Garvey arrested for mail fraud but bailed for $2, 500, Garvey was brought to charge with mail fraud on the basis that the BSL had advertised the ship the Orion as SS Phyllis Wheatley which they did not yet actually own but were still in the process of negotiation for, Thompson, Garcia and George Tobias were also investigated, however, only Garvey was prosecuted.

May 22 UNIA Commissioner Robert Moseley invited to speak at Baptist church’s, arrested and fined for vagrancy in Jacksonville, Texas and separately also taken to the woods and horsewhipped.

Garvey Los Angeles local division and others parade Oakland California Frisco. Commander J.J. Hannigan San Francisco 400 new members.

May 27 Garvey marries Amy Jaques in Baltimore.

June 25 Garvey travels to Atlanta for a meeting with the Imperial Wizard of the Ku Klux Klan.

Garvey meets with and is interviewed by Hutson on his first visit to Belize 5 July Huton sent transcript of the recorded interview to Secretary of the Colonies the British PM Winston Churchill.

July office Harlem building floor above UNIA Publishing and Printing House the Messenger editorial Chandler Owens and A Philip Randolph William Pickens and Detroit preacher Robert Bagnall Garvey Must Go campaign.

Garvey and Amy picture.

May 27 Garvey marries Amy Jaques in Baltimore.

June 25 Garvey travels to Atlanta for a meeting with the Imperial Wizard of the Ku Klux Klan.

Garvey meets with and is interviewed by Hutson on his first visit to Belize 5 July Huton sent transcript of the recorded interview to Secretary of the Colonies the British PM Winston Churchill.

July office Harlem building floor above UNIA Publishing and Printing House the Messenger editorial Chandler Owens and A Philip Randolph William Pickens Detroit preacher Robert Bagnall.

The Messenger. 6.9 (August 1922). William Pickens NAACP Detroit preacher, Robert Bagnall Messenger.

August Trinidadian pilot Hubert Fauntleroy Julian dubbed the Black Eagle of Harlem by H. Allen Smith because of his parachute jumps, flys biplane over UNIA parade and becomes head of the organisation’s new Aeronautical Department.

September 5 Randolph at 2305 7th Avenue receives package calls the police bomb squad open package containing a severed human hand.

November 9th Esau Ramus Philadelphia branch UNIA janitor New Orleans William Phillips. 

Reverend Eason Baptist Church, St John 1st Street, shot in the back and forehead, dies from wounds on January 1923. William Shakespeare and Fred Dyer charged with Easons murder. Claude McKay in Kremlin, Russia.

November Max Eastman Fourth Congress of the Communist International Petrograd.

Otto Huiswould and Claude McKay, two leading early members of the Communist International (Comintern). They both addressed the Comintern in Moscow in 1922.

Claude McKay with Arthur Holitscher and Clara Zetkin in Russia - December, 1923.

Claude McKay and International Group in Russia - December, 1923

McKay with Grigory Zinoviev and Nikolai Bukharin in 1923.

McKay also meets communist Leon Trotsky.

Philosophy and Opinions of Marcus Garvey by Amy Jaques Garvey 1923 Chapter 3 The Image of God

If the white man has the idea of a white God, let him worship his God as he desires. If the yellow man’s God is of his race let him worship his God as he sees fit. We, as Negroes, have found a new ideal. Whilst our God has no color, yet it is human to see everything through one’s own spectacles, and since the white people have seen their God through white spectacles, we have only now started out (late though it be) to see our God through our own spectacles. The God of Isaac and the God of Jacob let Him exist for the race that believes in the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob. We Negroes believe in the God of Ethiopia, the everlasting God — God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost, the One God of all ages. That is the God in whom we believe, but we shall worship Him through the spectacles of Ethiopia. 

Ras Nasibu Emmanuel Oganden Hindenburg Wall Poem.

Edwin Barclay Liberias secretary of state French and British bordering colonies of Sierra Leone Ivory Coast disapproval. 

Hilary Johnson clerk office Crichlow pulling weight 24 March sent cable ship $5, 000 steamer for sawmill.

1 December UNIA delegation departs for Liberia via Lisbon, Portugal on the Cunard vessel SS Britannia. 

1923 December Mc Kay Arthur Holitscher and Clara Zetkin in Russia. International Group in Russia. Grigory Zinoviev and Nikolai Bukharin.

1924 11th February UNIA delegation meets with President 3, 000 immigrants land in three colonies Cavalla, Sino and Grand Bassa as well as in Cape Mount.

16 March Robert Poston fever lobar pneumonia dies on board SS President Grant. 

April 19 send material artisan technicians carpenter builder and mechanical engineer. 

Seay 24 trained nurses to Belize Town as volunteers parenting teaching, sanitation, midwifery services.

May 19 Du Bois with Professor Wendell Phillips Dabney finally comes face to face with Garvey for the first time at the elevator in Sheraton Hotel, Cincinnati.

11th February meet with President 3, 000 immigrants land in three colonies Cavalla, Sino and Grand Bassa as well as in Cape Mount.

23 June 1923 Garvey sentenced to five years in prison for mail fraud. Garvey spends three months in the Tombs Jail Manhattan detention center and would be bailed for the sum of $15, 000 which was raised in campaign by Amy Jacques by September.

Bishop Alexander Mc Guire the first black archdeacon of the Protestant Episcopal Church ‘We have reasons to believe that his enforced solitude has clarified his vision’ 'Moses came back to Israel with new Revelation’ 'Negro everywhere will be the beneficiaries of the new ideas he has gained during his vacation’.

16 March Robert Poston fever lobar pneumonia dies on board SS President Grant. 

April 19 send material artisan technicians carpenter builder and mechanical engineer.

Seay Twenty four trained nurses.

May 19 Du Bois with Professor Wendell Phillips Dabney finally comes face to face with Garvey for the first time at the elevator in Sheraton Hotel, Cincinnati.

June 4 mining engineer Wallace Strange. 

1924 July 4 UNIAS Hubert Fauntleroy Julian to make transatlantic flight from New York to Liberia via Atlantic city, New Jersey and the West Indies. Purchases seaplane christened Ethiopia I, crashes into Flushing Bay after one of the planes pontoons comes off.

Robinson diploma in auto mechanics, Tuskegee civilian pilot training program there Melaku Beyan Ethiopian Army shot in the arm and exposed to mustard gas.

10 July Liberia Consul General in US press release stated that anyone from the UNIA in the US would not be allowed to land in the republic of Liberia the Liberian Consuls in the US instructed not to permit them visas. Wallace Strange Monrovia arrested and deported equipment auctioned Chief Justice J. J. Dossen of Liberia President ports refuse entry. given preference to the Firestone Rubber Plantation Company 1 million acres of land 5 to 10 cents per acre.

The Most Honorable Marcus Garvey is accompanied in the rear seat of his shiny 1920 Pierce Arrow Limousine by the Rev. R Van Richards at the 4th International Convention of the Negro Peoples of the World Opening Parade in Harlem, NY. His Secret Service (aka Knights of the Roundtable) ran alongside the President-General’s parade vehicle. Although its not visible in this photo, Mr. Garvey is also flanked in the rear by a banner reading Parent Body Division. (Negro World August 16, 1924, p.10)

Uniformed Universal African Motor Corp marching up 7th Ave in Harlem, NY during the opening parade of the UNIA sponsored 4th International Convention of the Negro Peoples of the World in 1924.

Universal Motorcorp In Parade - 1924

Executive Council Reviews Parade From Observation Deck and Universal African Royal Guard Parade Drill in Harlem, NY.

Contingent of the Detroit Division #125 in the opening day parade of the 1924 International Convention of the Negro Peoples of the World, hosted by the UNIA in Harlem, NY. USA. President Joseph A Craigen is seen leading the march with his Red, Black and Green Flag draped over his shoulder.

Dinner Scene at the Third Royal Court Reception of the UNIA at Liberty Hall, NY (Negro World August 30,1924, p.10)

Marucs Garvey in 1924 by James VanDerZee.

Marcus Garvey (right) with George O. Marke (left) and Prince Kojo Tovalu-Houenou. 1924. James VanDerZee (American, 1886-1983). Te Dahomean protonationalist Kojo Tovalou-Houénou declared at the same convention that “your association, Mr. President … is the Zionism of the Black Race.”^ Les Continents, 15 October 1924.

Big Negro Excursion [January 3, 1925, advertisement in the Negro World announcing the sailing of the S.S. Booker T. Washington to Central America, the West Indies, Panama, and the South of the United States.  

Amy Jacques Garvey, Henrietta Vinton Davis and Marcus Garvey during the renaming of the ship from the 'General G.W. Goethals’ to the S.S Booker Washington.

Marcus Garvey (center), President General of the African Republic, leaves court handcuffed to a deputy, Marshal Hecht, at left being taken into custody to begin serving his sentence at the Atlanta Federal Penitentiary on 8 February 1925. 

African Fundamentalism

From the editorial by Marcus Garvey orinted in the Negro World, 6 June 1925, as a front-page editorial; written in Atlanta Federal Penitentiary. Original headlines omitted. Creed reprinted in slightly revised form, under the title “African Fundamentalism,” as a UNIA poster, sold by mail order through the Negro World by Amy Jacques Garvey, 1925.

Fellow Men of the Negro Race, Greeting:

The time has come for the Negro to forget and cast behind him his hero worship and adoration of other races, and to start out immediately, to create and emulate heroes of his own.

We must canonize our own saints, create our own martyrs, and elevate to positions of fame and honor black men and women who have made their distinct contributions to our racial history. Sojourner Truth is worthy of the place of sainthood alongside of Joan of Arc; Crispus Attucks and George William Gordon are entitled to the halo of martyrdom with no less glory than that of the martyrs of any other race. Toussaint L'Ouverture’s brilliancy as a soldier and statesman outshone that of a Cromwell, Napoleon and Washington; hence, he is entitled to the highest place as a hero among men. Africa has produced countless numbers of men and women, in war and in peace, whose lustre and bravery outshine that of any other people. Then why not see good and perfection in ourselves?

Marcus Garvey at Atlanta Federal Prison in December 1926.

Garvey was released in November 1927 and boarded in New Orleans to be deported to Jamaica where he arrived at Orrett’s Wharf in Kingston.  

1928 October 7 Ras Tafari Makonnen Crown Prince and Regent Plenipotentiary of Ethiopia is crowned Negus (King) Empress Zawditu daughter of Emperor Menelik II seated to his left.

Julian at the Emperor Haile Selassie’s pre coronation show, parachutes landing in front of the Emperor, the Emperor grants him citizenship, the rank of colonel as well as the highest honour in Ethiopia, the order of Menelik.

Julian at the Emperors coronation dress rehearsal crashes the Emperors personal plane de Havilland Gipsy Moth into a Eucalyptus tree, the plane was given to the Emperor as a gift from Selfridge’s department store in London.

18th August 1930 performance of Garveys play Coronation of an African King, King Cudjoe of Sudan.

These shall make war with the Lamb, and the Lamb shall overcome them: for he is Lord of lords, and King of kings: and they that are with him are called, and chosen, and faithful. Revelation 17:14

And I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse, and He who sat on it iscalled Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and wages war.

His eyes are a flame of fire, and on His head are many diadems; and He has a name written on Him which no one knows except Himself. He is clothed with a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God.

And the armies which are in heaven, clothed in fine linen, white and clean, were following Him on white horses.

November 2 Negus Tafari coronation as Emperor Haile Selassie Time weekly magazine. National Geographic Magazine monthly Volume LIX Number 6 1931 June.

1932 E.A. Wallace Budge publishes his second edition of the Ethiopic Book of the Glory of Kings.

1933 Leonard Percival Howell began to preach about the Ethiopian Emperor Haile Selassie in the parish of Saint Thomas at largely attended meetings accused of ‘Blantant swindle selling pictures at 1s per piece to boost the sale of King RasTafari of Abyssinia son of King Solomon by the Queen of Sheba. Howell held meetings in Trinity Ville and Seaforth of 300 and in 1934 was trailed and sentence for two years sedition and even blasphemy and Robert Hinds ‘his disciple’ led astray by evil doctrine sentenced to one year at the Saint Thomas Circuit Court in Morant Bay by Chief Justice Robert Lyall Grant.

Du Bois resigns at The Crisis to work at Atlanta University.

Meanwhile the second ItaloEthiopia war began over the Italo Ethiopia Treaty of 1928 similarly to the first ItaloEthiopia war in 1895.

The Italians built a military post on within the border of Ethiopia in 1930 which caused the WalWal incident in 1934.

The members of the League of Nations especially France and Britain failed to comply with Article X of the covenant and did not act to assist Ethiopia under Italian aggression, they wanted Italy as an ally against Germany, it was Italys plan to make Ethiopia an East African colony along with Eritrea and Italian Somalian.

1935 January Pierre Laval and Benito Mussolini sign the Franco Italian agreement which gave Italy a part of bordering French Somliland (now Djibouti) as part of Eritrea as well as the Aouzou strip in French Chad in Italian Libya.

Du Bois publishes his Black Reconstruction in America.

During the Ethiopian Crisis people from all other the world rallied support for the Emperor including The International African Friends of Ethiopia among whos members included Amy Ashwood Garvey, Jomo Kenyatta, C. L. R. James and George Padmore.

July

August

The Honorable Amy Ashwood Garvey speaks before a London crowd at Trafalgar Square, denouncing the Italian invasion of Ethiopia.“No race has been so noble in forgiving, but now the hour has struck for our complete emancipation. We will not tolerate the invasion of Abyssinia.“ Mrs. Garvey said: "In this struggle, the black women are marching beside the men. You white people brought us out of Africa to Christianize us and civilize us, but all the Christianity and civilization you gave us for 320 years was slavery. You have talked of ‘The White Man’s burden.’ Now we are carrying yours and standing between you and Fascism.” She warned the British Government that if this became a struggle between the “Blacks” and the “Whites” that three quarters of the people of the Empire are colored. Jamaica Gleaner, September 11, 1935.

August 12 Ethiopia also pleads for the embargo to be lifted.

October 5 Italian I Corps take Adigrat.

October 6 Italian II take Adwa.

October 15 General Emilio De Bono forces advance from Adwa occupy Axum Bono loots Obelisk.

October Saint Lucia Clarkes Theatre International Friends of Ethiopia Foreign Enlistment Act.

November The League of Nations places sanctions.

December Samuel Hoare Pierre Laval Pact was secretly agreed to sign OgadenTigray and Southern parts of Ethiopia away to Mussolini when this was found out they were forced to resign.

December 30 Red Cross unit at Dolo bombed, Egyptian ambulance at Bulall attacked, Egyptian medical unit at Daggah Bur.

1936 January 12 to 16 Battle of Genale Doria.

January 20 to 24 First Battle of Tembien Ras Kassa Phosgene gas makale.

February 10 to 19 Battle of Amba Bradam Ras Mulugeta.

February 27 to 29 Second Battle of Tembien Ras Kassa and Ras Seyoum.

March Red Cross camp Quoram.

Hitler militarisation of Rhineland.

March Battle of Shire Ras Imru. 969 Italian

March 22  Regia Aeronautica bomb Harar.

March 26 March of Iron Will Dessie to Addis Ababa.

March 31 Battle of May Chew.

Stresa Front.

April 4 mustard gas Lake Ashangi Regia Aeronautica.

April 14 Graziani Ras Nasibu Emmanuel Battle of Ogaden.

May His Imperial Majesty boards the train from Addis Ababa to Djibouti, with the gold of the Ethiopian Central Bank. According to Barker, A. J. (1971). Rape of Ethiopia, 1936. New York: Ballantine Books, Graziani suggested to Mussolini that he have the train bombed which however he didn’t see fit to do so.

The Emperor and hunting party in Ethiopia before the Italian invasion drove him into exile. It was taken on the Addis Ababa to Djibouti railway line in the early 1930s just after he’d been officially crowned as Emperor.

May 4 H.I.M. sails from Djibouti in the British cruiser HMS Enterprise.

May 5 Addis Ababa taken.

May 8 arrives at Haifa.

from Mandatory Palestine sails to Gibraltar on the way to Britain.

May 5 after the fall of Addis Ababa the sanctions are dropped.

Benito Mussolini also used poison gas and mustard gas which were exposed by International Red Cross.

June 30 The Emperor himself addresses the League of Nations in Geneva, Switzerland.

Howell marries Teneth Bent.

Du bois visits Nazi Germany, China and Japan.

July 4 The League of Nations votes to lift sanctions imposed against Italy.

July 15 Sanctions lifted.

Mussolini and Hilter become allies during the Spanish Civil War, Mussolini declares war on Britain and France attacks British in Egypt Sudan, Kenya, British Somaliland.

1937 the Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters and the pullman company enter contract together.

Marcus Garvey (seated in dark suit with fan) and the Port of Spain Trinidad City Council, 1937. Mayor Alfred Richards is to Mr. Garvey’s right.

Tubal Uriah Buzz Butler strike policeman set alight and died colleagues riots. George Padmore International African Service Bureau C. L. R. James author of The Black Jacobins

1938 January strike for higher wages at Serge Island in the parish of Saint Thomas 1, 400 workers, armed 24 injured, 60 arrested.

April 29 Westmoreland strike 4 killed, 13 injured and 105 arrested.

May 23 Kingston strike.

Howell sent to Bellevue Asylum.

1939 April Howell founds the Ethiopian Salvation Society and purchases 485 acres in the hills of Saint Catherine, 5 miles on the road to Sligoville,  the free community founded by English Reverend Baptist Minister James Mursell Phillippo in 1843, named after the 2nd Marquess of Sligo, Governor of Jamaica, Saint Catherine also being the parish with the most number of active sugar plantations at the time Howell established this settlement which became to be known as Pinnacle.

1941 July 14 Pinnacle raided for first time 72 arrested.

Randolph Madison Square Gardens.

July 24 Howell arrested sentenced to 2 years released 1943 April.

December 23 Howells Wife Teneth Bent Howell dies, Howell accused of murdering her and arrested but is acquitted 1944 April 6.

1948 Ganja Dangerous Drugs Act began to be used against Rastafarite.

1948 January 8 Howell 6 months in prison.

1950  Randolph, Roy Wilkins, Executive Secretary of the NAACP, and, Arnold Aronson, of the National Jewish Community Relations Advisory Council found the Leadership Conference on Civil Rights (LCCR).

1951 January 18 Howell sentenced to 2 year in prison for Ganja.

1954 April Howell arrested for illegal practice of medicine. May two of Howells adolescent sons arrested under false pretense. May 27 biggest Ganja raid as of that time £3, 000 seized.

1957 Randolph Prayer Pilgrimage for Freedom with Martin Luther King Jr.

1958 Pinnacle burnt by Police members disburse.

Randolph Youth Marches for Integrated Schools in Washington, DC.

1960 Howell arrested for Ganja Tredegar Park and sent to Bellevue.

1961 21 April Bob Marleys teacher Nyahbinghi elder Mortimer Planno visits Ethiopia meets His Imperial Majesty Emperor Haile Selassie, April 26 visits Nigeria meets NnamdiAzikiwe, May 10 visits Ghana meets Kwame Nkrumah, May 16 visits Liberia and May 21 visit Sierra Leone meets I.T.A. Wallace.

12th April 1963 Bad Friday Coral Gardens Massacre.

May 25th the Organisation of African Unity was formed with the Emperor Haile Selassie as its chairman and its headquarters in Ethiopias capital Addis Ababa.

1966 April 22nd Groundation day Haile Selassie Jamaica visit H.I.M. with Mortimer Planno.

December 22, 1967 Kampala, Uganda- The heads of state and the leaders of governments of East and Central Africa are pictured prior to the opening of their summit conference. Standing in the front row are (L-R): Mr.Kayibanda, President of Rwanda; Mr. Jean B. Bokassa, President of the Central African Republic; Emperor Haile Selassie of Ethiopia; Dr.Jomo Kenyatta, President of Kenya; Mr. El Azhari, President of the Sudan; and Lieutenant General Joseph Mobutu, President of the Republic of the Congo.

Nigeria & Tanzania reconciled at Africa Hall.

Mediating between Senegal & Guineain Monrovia, Liberia.

Settling differences in the internal crisis in the Sudan.

1978 March arrested for Ganja.

1979 Gunmen terrorize Rastafarites at Pinnacle.

1980 April 18th Bob Marley performs his Zimbabwe song in Zimbabwe at the Independence celebration in Rufaro Stadium Harare.

1986 July 14th - 27th Ras Boanerges Rastafari Focus Conference at the Commonwealth Institute in London.

[creepykingdom]

THE SATANIC TEMPLE HAS BEEN OFFICIALLY RECOGNIZED AS A CHURCH

THE SATANIC TEMPLE, ONE OF THE MOST CONTROVERSIAL RELIGIOUS MOVEMENTS IN AMERICAN HISTORY, HAS BEEN OFFICIALLY RECOGNIZED AS A CHURCH

It was announced today that The Satanic Temple, the focus of filmmaker Penny Lane’s (Nuts!, Our Nixon)critically-acclaimed documentary HAIL SATAN?, has been officially recognized as a church by the IRS, setting a historical precedent. Since the inception of the United States, no satanic religious organization has ever been recognized as a church. This distinction, in addition to qualifying TheSatanic Temple for tax exemption, will help profoundly with their efforts to demand all of the privileges enjoyed by other religious organizations. This includes: assuring that The Satanic Temple has the same access to public spaces as other religious organizations; affirming its standing in court when battling religious discrimination and enabling The Satanic Temple to apply for faith-based government grants.

In HAIL SATAN?, now in theaters, media-savvy members of The Satanic Temple organize a series of public actions designed to advocate for religious freedom and challenge corrupt authority, proving that with little more than a clever idea, a mischievous sense of humor, and a few rebellious friends, you can speak truth to power in some truly profound ways. As charming and funny as it is thought-provoking, HAIL SATAN? offers a timely look at a group of often misunderstood outsiders whose unwavering commitment to social and political justice has empowered thousands of people around the world.

"In light of theocratic assaults upon the Separation of Church and State in the legislative efforts to establish a codified place of privilege for one religious viewpoint, we feel that accepting religious tax-exemption -- rather than renouncing it in protest -- can help us to better assert our claims to equal access and exemption while laying to rest any suspicion that we don't meet the qualifications of a true religious organization,” said SatanicTemple co-founder Lucien Greaves. “Satanism is here to stay." 

[booksapphic]

Hi Did you finish acowar if you did how did you like it

hey maryam!!! i love your new url btw 

I have in fact finished it.

How I liked it? 

short answer: both good and bad, tho the bad far outweighed the goodlong answer:

a list of things completely unrelated to the other ships/spin offs that we should have been given but weren’t:

explanation of mor’s powers?? we still don’t know what’s happening there??

more explanation of wtf amren was?? it was explained retroactively that she was an old testament angel of death by someone who attended one of her events but like. that should have been explained in the text. (also i know i’ll get shit for this but like. religious fantasy is fine i just want it kept tf away from me, if i knew this series would have its (multiple) religious references i wouldn’t have read it)

explanation of nesta’s powers??? you could leave what she’s left w after the cauldron was broken adn remade for a spinoff but we deserved to know what she could do DURING it

fucking wall sex listen we were promised it why did we not get it

abuse and survivor narratives being treated w the utmost respect (see: the shit rhys pulled in the court of nightmares. he could have DONE IT, but he should have at least TOLD mor beforehand so she could prepare herself. same thing w offering up mor’s safe space to her abusers; lucien’s abuse trauma never being discussed??? like he had both feyre AND rhys there???? i???? a conversation between him and rhys (and maybe feyre but) would have been SO POWERFUL and??? instead you let him suffer for a book?? and you know what?? even throwing something in while feyre and lucien are traveling, like a quick thing would have been possible?? fuck man)

emotional impact/payoff

drama??? one of the best parts of acomaf was all the Drama™ and it didn’t exist in this book i?? why did it leave

quality writing

quality characterization

quality character arcs

QUALITY WRITING

things i’m glad we were given

the new high lords!!

diversity!! (i can’t really speak for the characters of color bc that’s not my lane, tho i didn’t see anything bad except for one time when sjm refers to miryam as having honey colored skin, but on the queer characters side, there are both good and bad things that i will discuss in another post)

squad moments!!!

more characterization of azriel which i am very happy for

amren/nesta relationship

the archerons becoming part of the squad/their various relationships with everyone

velaris being opened to everyone

rhys taking off his and his courts’ masks to everyone (tho that like……. didn’t have any impact??? like i think someone else posted earlier, like the high lords didn’t even seem to think it was like something of interest that rhys suddenly had wings??? for the first time ever??? i?? wtf)

papa archeron coming back (tho his death was lame)

bryaxis

…………………….

so yeah. cons outweigh the pros for me unfortunately. i feel betrayed by the trust i put in her as a writer. i hope that the spinoffs are better, or this proves to be some elaborate joke and they release the actual book soon. bc i’m not gonna waste my time and my money on bad writing.