#martin luthor king day

[sparkoflena]

Some book reccomendations for absolutely no reason today:

[Standalone Dystopian & Fantasy]

- The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes by Suzanne Collins (prequel to the Hunger Games but the Hunger Games also applies here)

- Babel by RF Kuang

- 1984 by George Orwell (and everything else written by this author)

- The Spear Cut Through Water by Simon Jimenez

- Chain-Gang All-Stars by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah

- She Who Became The Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan

- Unbecoming by Seema Yasmin

- The Women by Kristin Hannah

[Fantasy & Dystopian Series]

- The Blood Trials by NE Davenport (a duology)

- An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir (a series)

- The Fifth Season by NK Jemisin (a trilogy)

- The Bone Season by Sammantha Shannon (a series)

- A Broken Blade by Melissa Blair (a series)

- Daughter of No Worlds by Carissa Broadbent (a trilogy)

- Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi (a series)

- The Final Strife by Saara El-Arifi (a trilogy)

[Nonfiction]

- Hood Feminism by Mikki Kendall

- Healing Resistance by Kazu Haga

- The Color of the Law by Richard Rothstein

- The Book of Hope by Jane Goodall, Douglas Abrams, & Gail Hudson

- The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green

- Freedom is a Constant Struggle by Angela Y Davis

- This Book Will Save The Planet by Dany Sigwalt (and the rest of the series by Quarto Publishing)

[horizon-verizon]

Once she realized what he meant, Queen Helaena pleaded with the men to kill her instead. “A wife’s not a son,” said Blood. “It has to be a boy.” Cheese warned the queen to make a choice soon, before Blood grew bored and raped her little girl. “Pick,” he said, “or we kill them all.” On her knees, weeping, Helaena named her youngest, Maelor. Perhaps she thought the boy was too young to understand, or perhaps it was because the older boy, Jaehaerys, was King Aegon’s firstborn son and heir, next in line to the Iron Throne. “You hear that, little boy?” Cheese whispered to Maelor. “Your momma wants you dead.” Then he gave Blood a grin, and the hulking swordsman slew Prince Jaehaerys, striking off the boy’s head with a single blow. The queen began to scream.

Strange to say, the ratcatcher and the butcher were true to their word. They did no further harm to Queen Helaena or her surviving children, but rather fled with the prince’s head in hand. A hue and cry went up, but Cheese knew the secret passageways as the guards did not, and the killers made their escape. Two days later, Blood was seized at the Gate of the Gods trying to leave King’s Landing with the head of Prince Jaehaerys hidden in one of his saddle sacks. Under torture, he confessed that he had been taking it to Harrenhal, to collect his reward from Prince Daemon. He also gave up a description of the whore he claimed had hired them: an older woman, foreign by her talk, cloaked and hooded, very pale. The other harlots called her Misery.

After thirteen days of torment, Blood was at last allowed to die. Queen Alicent had commanded Larys Clubfoot to learn his true name, so that she might bathe in the blood of his wife and children, but our sources do not say if this occurred. Ser Luthor Largent and his gold cloaks searched the Street of Silk from top to bottom, and turned out and stripped every harlot in King’s Landing, but no trace of Cheese or the White Worm was ever found. In his grief and fury, King Aegon II commanded that all the city’s ratcatchers be taken out and hanged, and this was done. (Ser Otto Hightower brought one hundred cats into the Red Keep to take their place.)

Fire and Blood, by George R.R. Martin, pg 425-426

[The Blood and Cheese Episode PT.5]

[fanficasawarmup]

Happy Martin Luthor King Junior Day!

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This one is based on a long time fan favorite of mine. The father daughter relationship of Ajihad and Nasudada!!!

Word Count; 750+ Age Range; 11-15

prompt (https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/fantasy/imagine-an-origin-myth-that-somebody-might-use-to-/)

Imagine an origin myth that somebody might use to explain an eclipse, or some other celestial event.

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When Nighstalker was a child. Not yet a Grown and fully realised maiden and with no claim yet to the Varden or Wandering tribes.Her father would work long hard hours by traveling and selling knives and other goods from butcher-shop door to butcher-shop door. There were no cold falcons of course, those were exclusivly for city dwelling folks and not follow up outreach on taxes.

Uncle Ajihad was a union worker for the varden. His brothers sisters and fellows still in bondage were as much family as the elves took in where-cats and those disowned by the Urgals. Without each other they had no land to work. the land they worked had the remains of a great war on the dragons. Buried in sandstone/shale/granite and the ocean. Stories of speculative fiction of terrible lizards and trails for hiking and rumors of wild monsters harmed by pure silver and copper bone. Giving discounts on ivory and bone of rabbit as long as the customer did not mind word of mouth and paying twice that for the swine meat.

This put food in their bellies, fire in the hearth and one more exclusive privelege to see how and when the children were being taught their lessons.While the man toiled with great skill. Pulling well practiced charm and charisma and hiding his sacred jewlry and hammar where none would dare to look. The father saw how to teach his favorite and only daughter all arts and disciplines of the world. trial by pen was just as deadly for the reistance as trial of the long swords.

he started by reading the fantasy that was well and considered uneducational by all in the land of Aeglaseia. With where to find the story keeper and his yam farm, the beloved man of sephardic lineage who slayed demons and refused to bury a corpse on saturday.

His job paid by the job not by the hour. something his late wife grew worried relentlessly about. Concerned that the disipline of politics he spent nearly half a decade mastering would fall dead in his tounge and mind.

The tools of the spinning wheel much to his shame had no place in his mind and tounge. The skill full way this Roman man figured out how to bore his captors into becoming leader of his own nation was an essential list of strategy. as well as geography to pass on to another freedom in the sunshine.

How wonderfully tantilizing and anxiety inducing it was to present himself at the front table at the company picnic (graceously loomed over by the darkened sky and threat of dragon fire). Speaking firmly and clearly at a podium about what the stars meant for their travels, and what direction they may turn next if taking trail by sundown and the cool of night was confusing.

Applause and the reveiwed points in note form from his peers in everything to sigils scribbled on note cards meant tally marks of all present to this event.

No help came from the queen of fair folk about anything but a complaint on the texture of the goods. So much for understanding the way of life and oral myth had to be preserved.A saving grace to send those the last living dragon rider wished to train in mathmatics, archetecture, agriculture and what to and not make medicine with, animal breeding for faster control of land and other basic disiplines for his chosen profession.

One thing other humans could be counted on for was good honest small talk.The folk in straw hats who found the trip up the mountain for trading affairs to be argous as much as he did were chatty. no very friendly because mid day he was on his seat making mapping corrections and with pitchfork in hand someones aunt and uncle were waving excitedly with two little ones that looked nothing alike in bone structure. apparently his tribe was not the only one who increased their numbers for saftey in voting and defense through fostering unfortunate whelps.

maybe one day, if he worked hard enough. the chains, the long hours on a show horse. the foolish stares of people who saught entertainment and not merchendise. It would all be worth it. With no strong female role model, nightshade's father worried his favorite child would not feel beutiful without frills that covered much of her flesh and powerded makeup for court. May that foul tradition of having shame in the skin provided by birthright and motherland to defend against the hot sun.

Damage though mostly temporar; Was still possible, having a retail profession allowed the control and hospitality to not force all in attendance to eat a purely omnivore diet seven days a week. It was nice to not worry about weather the last remaining peice of his wife

Telling stories of the great man in a tower who dreaded his hair knots and chose to sail the open sea with a black beard! But only some women with deeper voices grew beards (and had huskier frames, just as a variety to clothing and not because snake people are completly extinct.

No dream could be had but the one that it was no longer illegal to separate children by the softer sciences and the technical practical skills.There was no diffrence between the manager who could not provide results to the steel worker who does not read instruction well.

The horse was tied to the post and his daughter Nasuada waived excitibly from the window. the book lender hearded some other rowdy patrons inside the building of a small workhouse for the evening meal and greeted her father Ajahad with a professional yet relived grin.

A friendly hug was exchanged and a large, thick hand covered in leather exited the craft time in the public square as a smaller and less experianced black person chatted away excitedly to the horse about chess strategy, dad might be to tired to pay attention and feel asleep standing up again.Good time to be silent and work on strategy practice in checkers, chess and backgammon.

[icajax]

there's something fucking so about the "they're eating your dogs" guy entering office on Martin Luthor King Day

[mikheyofficialreboot]

IS WAR INEVITABLE?

To whom it may concern. Whether you sit in positions of power, or sit on the seat of influence, whether you just stumbled upon this page or just lurking here I ask for your time in reading this writing, to the enlighten thinkers your patience and to the ignorant your ears. For all those that seek knowledge and all those that seek peace.

The brutal conflict between the Zionist Regime and Indigenous People have perhaps brought me back to writing. We see the evil; we see ugliness and we see the ignorance. We ask ourselves today Is war inevitable? What kind of leaders do we have? Or What kind of leaders do we need? Do we need a reduction of tension or escalation? Asking myself these questions have made me evaluate my own attitude so then I can see clearly and be of good posture because if man ever is to change the external, he must first start from within. So, to the leaders and those in power looking for a solution, begin by looking inward. 

We cannot be consumed by resentment or thirst for revenge, for it will be no difference fighting their greed hatred and intolerance. As martin Luthor King said “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” And conflicts that drain the energy of both sides serves the interest of no one. It makes no sense to put massive amounts of money into artillery which can be used for more charitable causes. They can find the money to kill, but they can’t find the money to help. To cut off electricity, medical aid, water, food and kill innocent people and children in the most violent inhumane manner with no regard and no remorse for human life is an act of cruelty than cannot be justified. No administration or regime should be that evil.

So, is war inevitable?

John F Kennedy once said “The badge of responsibility in the modern world is to always seek peaceful solutions.” So, as we look within ourselves for the solutions, we urge those with power stuck in this horrendous cycle of Zionist colonialism to take some introspection and review their strategies and adapt a more enlightened view of the situation instead being blinded by their own ignorance, greed and hunger for power. It’s never too late to make amends and it’s never too late to change. We don’t have adhere to the tragic fate of war. Our problems are man-made and can be solved by man. 

We call for a stop to the war, we call for a ceasefire. We call for entry of humanitarian aid, we call for the end of the occupation. We all have a place in this world and all want to live in peace. Palestinians in 75 years of oppression have never lost faith or their dignity and deserve to live in peace and to breathe free air. The voice of the people is the voice of God. How we are in the future would be determined by how we behave today. 

The day of judgement is not inevitable. It serves as a warning if they don’t turn away from their wicked ways.

[whitetickle-sl]

out of charecter oppinion

 aMy Opinions on Race swapping? This accoutn focuses primarily on tickle torture not rewriting history or stories in the name of inclusiveness when in all honesty that doesn’t realy do a good job of representing other races to me in the first place. In many cases you might have a forggoten charecter of color of the side that you could easily use instead and give them more need spot light but instead you seek to simply de white charecters that were origanal white and many cases even remove representation of red heads and other groups of people when the black population already has alot of possitive representation in media as is.

So as for me honestly that whole trend could only be used by me if I was to have say the new black washed or Asian washed charecters tickle torturing the origanal white counterparts and that be an interesting idea but other than that I realy got nothing for you there.

Now there is alternate history to consider , because I’m not about changing actualy History but rather considering alternate histories, like what if this sort of thing happened. Like what if the Black saves rose up and over threw their southern masters, or what if the Brittish never shut down the Translatlantic slave trades and the African kingdoms that had benifitted from selling blask slaves to the west world had defeated the brittish and started to expand to selling white slaves? and Irish people were slaves back then, they were taken against their will and made into endentures servents but technicaly that didn’t mean you were always garantied freedom because the same happened to the Black slaves later on until releasing slaves became illegal. But what if Irish Slaves got sold into Africa or some how amde their even far east? and yeah I’m not making this stuff up either,it’s in legit history, they just don’t teach about that in schools.

Now the thing is I’m not gonna focus to much on telling you about the antiwhite narrative to much because I got my own narrative and white supressing theme I’m trying to do here for the sake of the fantasy, So I basicly got my own agenda. So if you want to go on and keep race swapping white charecters then you do you, but unless your coming to me with white lees getting tickle tortured by diverse ticklers then you got nothing I can use here.

I mean I suppose if your not gonna bitch about a white and black version of the same person being next to one another that’s something you could try. By the way I’ve heard some people have been bullying other people for drawing charecters that were origanaly white as they used to be before getting race swapped. Dont’ do that! unless you want to create more division don’t bully people for drawing charecters the way they want to, especialy if they were origanaly a certain skin tone. You  would not be happy be happy if you were bullied for  drawing a white washed charecter as black or asian, so you should not do that to someone who draws a race swapped charecter as white. It’s not becoming, it’s not inclusive, it’s offensive, hateful biggoted, entitled, close minded and it’s not going to help the new colored versions any further. and keep in mind there are non white people who even prefer these charecters in there origanal ethnicity and still relates to them despite the skin color differance. at the end of the day, We’re all still human.. Well look what you made me do, you got me Martin luthoring, which I’m not against I’m actual a huge fan of Martin Luthor King but still, I have a theme to uphold. I’m not supposed to be  supporting white people I’m supposed to be painting a bullseye on their tickle spots so that they can be subjected to ticklish agony. I’m supposed to be pushing tickle White people propoganda as a kink trope, not preaching about tolerance and stuff.... don’t get me wrong Tolerance is good, but I’m suposed to be talking about people in straight jackets , giggling into ball gags and tears streaming down their cheeks while being called Oppressive to their faces. and that’s gonna be the plan for now on in the future.

So I don’t want to hear no argueing or hate in the comment section. You want to come at me come at me with tickle torture as this account was intended or else don’t wastee your breath trying to talk down to me because I won’t listen to haters anyways. Punish me the right way as a Giggle Milkee. Do that and then you can preach all you  want

[theomencometh]

just realized that i’m not going to have a day off until mid february.

[sharedinsanitea]

We face the difficulties of today and tomorrow

I still have a dream

It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream

I have a dream

One day

This nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed

We hold these truths to be self-evident

That all men are created equal

I have a dream

That one day on the red hills of Georgia

The sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners

Will they be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood?

I have a dream

One day

That one day

This nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed

I have a dream

That one day on the red hills of Georgia

Sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners

Will they be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood?

I have a dream

One day

[megamultifandomtrashposts]

Nora Dhark x Legend!Reader - Well, This Is Unexprcted

Requested by Anon - Hi! I was wondering if you write for Legends of Tommorow? Because I wanted to request one where the reader is a newbie to the Legends and the Dharks don't know about them yet so they were sent to go undercover and try find out more about the next plan of attack of the Dharks. But Nora develops a kind of a crush on them? And then they hit it off talking, the next time the Dharks and Legends meet on the battlefield Reader and Nora are like "Well, this is, unexpected."

Note - Sorry if this is so short

Requests are closed at the moment

You were one of the newer additions to the Legends. You lived in the late 1800s, and your unusual knowledge on infiltration tactics and martial arts swayed the team to allow you to join. You were in awe of the Waverider, the technology far more advanced than anything you had ever seen before. You revelled in the simple clothing you were allowed to wear, because clothes from your own time were far too bulky for even your liking. You had learned of the Dhark’s, the newest enemy that the crew were facing. “We need to know what they’re doing!” Sara stated, pacing the bridge. The rest of the team was spaced out around the main console, watching her walk back and forth.

“Gideon can't track their movements?” Amaya asked, leaning on the console.

“Unfortunately, I can only find one instance of both Damien and Nora Dhark being in the same place.” You still hadn’t gotten used to Gideon, and jumped every time her voice echoed through the ship. The images appeared above the console, glowing faintly. “Both Damien and Nora appear on August twenty-eight, nineteen-sixty-three, at the Martin Luthor King-”

“They’re at the MLK speech?” Nate interrupted standing. “We gotta stop them.”

“That’s not a smart play.” Ray said, wringing his hands. “That speech was crucial in the Anti-Racism movement at the time. If our entire team were to show up, we’d probably disrupt the entire thing.”

“So only one person needs to go?” Zari asked. She popped a piece of food in her mouth. “Not it.”

“Why don't we send (Y/N)?” Nate suggested. Everyone turned to you. 

“Are you sure?” You asked, nervously shifting in your seat. “I haven't been on a field mission with you guys before.”

“That's a great idea.” Sara said. “They don't know who you are, so you can infiltrate them.” You nodded reluctantly.

“Ok..ok...I can do this.”

Watching the speech, you decided that you, in fact, could not do this. Your palms were sweaty and you swore that the guy a few feet back was eying you. You concluded that being here with a strange man was not worth the risk. So you left. You wove through the crowd, trying to lose the man that was now clearly following you. You didn't see where you were going and bumped into someone. You glanced up and saw who it was, not trying to give away that you knew exactly who was in front of you. “Are you alright?” Damien asked.

“Oh, yes, I’m ok.” You said, glancing behind you. The man had broken through the crowd and was stalking up to you. Damien glanced up at the man. 

“Stay back, with my daughter.” Damien nudged you back, to where Nora was standing behind him. You shuffled backwards, standing next to Nora. You could feel Nora’s eyes on you as her father dealt with the man. 

“Thank you, kind sir, for finding my wife.” The man said. You cringed, the man was almost three times your age, and was starting to grey. 

“Ha, uh no.” Damien said, giving him a mocking laugh. “You see, here’s how it's going to go. You’re going to walk away and leave us alone.”

“I don't think so.” The man took a step forward, reaching toward you. Damian lifted his hand, and started to choke the man out. He lifted the man into the air. 

“Go away.” Damian ordered. He set the man down, and he scrambled away 

“Are you ok?” Nora asked, turning to you. You hadn’t seen a picture of Nora, and you wish you had. You were stunned into silence. She was gorgeous. Dark hair and brown eyes that seemingly bore into your soul. 

“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine…” You breathed. 

Getting in with the Dhark’s was a lot easier than you expected it to be. After saving you from that creep, Damian and Nora were kind enough to open their home to you, and soon enough, they felt comfortable to include you in their plans. To keep your guise of their ally, you told them the best ways to execute them. You and Nora got closer and closer. It was clear that something was there, even Damien could see it, he purposefully left you two alone a couple of times to see if anything would happen. Nothing ever did, but he was holding out hope. 

“They haven't been planning anything major.” You explained. “Just trying to gain investors so that their plan can work in the future. But they do have this warehouse that they’re keeping some valuable items, along with more of those Time Stones they use.”

“Then we get them.” Amaya said. “Break in, get the stones and get out of there, they can't have the ability to move through time as much as they have.”

“Everyone suit up.” Sara ordered. 

After everyone changed into their suits, you lead the team into the warehouse, sneaking in and dispatching of the security team quickly. You lead the group over to the crates in the back corner of the warehouse and pried one of the crates open. In it, was mounds of straw, and resting on top of that was the Time Stones. Everyone grabbed a couple, stuffing them into any available pockets you had. “Is that all of them?” Ray asked. You nodded. 

“Yeah, that's it, let's get out of here.” You stated.  You turned tail and hurried out of there. However, you were interuptde by a small platoon of the Dhark’s best soldiers. At their head, was Nora. You paled. You hadnt even told her you wernt gonna be at the base that day, and you didn't expect her to come for a simple break in. 

“Y/N?” Nora breathed. “You’re…”

“I’m sorry.” You said. “I…”

“How could you?” Nora demanded. “We trusted you!”

“I know!” You exclaimed. “I didn't want to hurt you, but these guys saved me from my horrid life, I lived in the eighteen-hundreds! Do you know how bad the hygiene was in that time? We washed ourselves with a sponge and crusty soap. I love you, Nora, but I can't betray them.” The Legends glanced at you, their eyes widening. A blast of energy shot from your left, as Ray sttacked, and all hell broke loose. The Legends and the platoon members were facing off. You didn't like violence if you could avoid it, so you wee mainly dodging attacks or directing them into the Legends’ path for them to deal with. You yelped when a hand caught your arm, and you appeared in a forest. You stumbled, falling backwards and gazing up at Nora. 

“Do you mean it?” She asked. “Do you…?”

“Yeah, I like you.” You muttered. You then looked around at the new world. 

“Where are we?”

“Two-Thousand and Nineteen.” You blinked as you slowly got to your feet. 

“Why?”

“So we can live together in relative peace? People are more tolerent of same-sex relationships, we can be happy here.”

“What about your father?” You asked. “The Legends?”

“They won't look for us here.” Nora stepped forward and took your hands. “I love you too, (Y/N), here we can be together, safe.”

“Yes.” You replied, gripping Nora’s hands tightly. The two of you smiled at each other. You admit, living with Nora will be hard, but you don't doubt that you could make it work.

Tags: @baked-bean-bekah​

[ftworthlife]

Dallas ISD's Mask Mandate will Stay Until MLK Day

Governor Greg Abbot celebrated the court's ruling in favor of his school masks mandate. This news came with the announcement of the first Omicron coronavirus variant case in the U.S.

According to reports, this mandate will stay until January 17, 2022 (Martin Luthor King Day), if the number of cases does not get too high. Continue Reading

[downwithwritersblock]

Happy February! I tried to make this prompt set have a good mixture of things that don’t always have to be taken in the context of romance. For all my fellow Ace and/or Aro spec friends out there, All the singles, and anyone else that’s might just be getting really tired of the mass corporate red and pink scam that is Valentines day! While still leaving in some romantic opportunities in there for anyone else that is feeling that romantic vibe this time of year.

Also, Before anyone says anything, Yes, I know there are not 31 days in February. I always put 31 prompt set, I figure you can use the extra day in case you need to skip one of the others, or are just feeling extra ambitious!

I hope you guys enjoy this set! Feel free to tag me in anything this inspires!

Text Version:

FEBRUARY 2020 PROMPT SET

1.    Little Boxes

2.    Silk

3.    ‘Only if it makes you happy...’

4.    At your fingertips

5.    “Hate is too great a burden to bear”-Martin Luthor King, Jr.

6.    Photographs

7.    Sugar

8.    A hand to hold

9.    Blankets

10.‘Thank you for being here with me’

11.Laughter

12.Constellations

13.Patience

14.“To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.”- Oscar Wilde

15.Wait with bated breath

16.Trope

17. First comes love

18.‘I told you to be careful’

19. That’s what friends are for

20.Soft

21.Balance

22.Letters

23.“Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?”-Abraham Lincoln

24.It takes a village

25.Safe

26.Together or not at all

27.Café

28. Uphill battle

29. Moonlight

30.“Fortune and Love favor the brave”-Ovid

31. You know it when you feel it

[hermesserpent-stuff]

The Dilemma of 049 being a ~*Medieval*~ doctor: a ramble from a history nerd

TLDR: I am a tired history nerd who got invested in some plague doctors and did some research. As they say “ I kriffed around, I found out.” bird boi doctors are not medieval not even close. I have a fiction writing dilemma and I'm thinking maybe of grinding axes. 

More below the cut cause, hahahha, oops. I wrote this as thought to text so its just a bit weird and whole lot of rambley. It was going to be an authors note, but no, I need other opinions on this mess. 

OKAY SOOOOOO doctors wearing beaks was like a 17th 18th-century thing so I guess this is when the bois (049 and 049-J) be from (violent shrugging.) I mean I was putting them, in my head in that first big plague that is super famous in the 1300s…. Cause medieval aesthetic is king. But I guess technically, small towns were still functioning similarly, with feast days and the like, with just a lot of trade and the whole Americas thing going on. and technically there was more than one plague.

But wait!!!! The SCP site says “a medieval plague doctor”, but technically the medieval period ranges from about 500 BCE to around 1500 BCE. Far before burb mask bois were wacking people. I might just combust. SO the question is as follows, what in the haran do I do. Fall to the aesthetic of the medieval age and suffer the misery that is being a history fanatic writing history incorrectly on purpose, OOOOORRRR go with the correct way with 17th and 18th-century bois in bird masks with no medieval flavor text mixed into the backstories. 

(And then there’s the whole mess of other things I’ll have to consider, like martin Luthor drop kicking Germany in 1500’s and making those fractures different branches (how would that affect the troupe of doctors from Jay’s past in a 17th-century backdrop? Religious debates? Edmund- maybe fleeing England cause king henry the 8th who wanted to rid himself of a wife that didn’t pass the vibe check and then that sending the country into Protestantism after a brief and bloody stab stab from queen mary? Or in the medieval route the fact that it’s been like 700 years these birds have been roaming free and no one thought to burn them. Also alchemy and astrology are going strong in the 1300’s. anD THere was crusades and the church. The church is still around in the 17th century but crusades lasted till about 1400s (i think)

Honestly, a very small part of me wants to both toss myself into a furnace and/or find out who put ~medieval~ as a descriptor for a bird boi when that outfit was not around till Charles de L'Orme decided to invent the *look* 1630, a time distinctly after the generally accepted medieval times, which end in 1500, cause guess who walked through the door with lattes and confidence, that’s right, the Renaissance and it’s printers, artists, and thinkers (around 1400s it started up cause history is messy and there’s no such thing a clear lines) and the whole globalization thing that spun in on the heels of 1492 ( but was already vibing with trade to the east through Mediterranean routes and the Medici, who had mula. Any way. I am undecided as of yet what exactly I’m going to do, cause I like to try for accuracy but I also am addicted to bardcore.

gimme any opinions if you got them

(please dont ask about plague naming conventions cause that also changes with the time period that 049 could originate from making the whole: “When you say "The Great Dying", are you talking about the bubonic plague?” from doctor hamm a slightly absurd question as Im not sure when that title came into use and if bird boi over here had ever heard of it. If hes a medieval doc boi then they prolly had some latin name. frickle, now i gotta do research of names for plague in two different times. but also the pestilence is prolly something else. slag it all now i gotta look into that too and check community thoughts on that. I mean I have my own but mmmmmsmmsmsm) 

[dancedance-resolution]

i was tagged by @c-nan for this interests tag game :) thank you for the tag <3

MUSIC Favorite Genres: some modern day pop (like taylor swift and olivia rodrigo) and not-depressing-alternative (like florence welsh and hozier), 70s pop/rock, romantic era and later classical music, jazz standards (like ella fitzgerald and nat king cole)

Favorite Artists: abba, billy joel, donna summer, ella fitzgerald, fleetwood mac, florence welsh, the guess who, hozier, nat king cole, ola gjielo, olivia rodrigo, the orion experience (but only for cosmiccandy), stevie wonder, sugarloaf, taylor swift, and a lot more!

Favorite Song: oh gosh i have so many, but for now i'll say: treacherous by taylor swift

Most Listened to Song Lately: we built this city on rock and roll by starship

Song Currently Stuck in my Head: the day before you came by abba

Five Favorite Lyrics:

just. the entirety of treacherous by taylor swift.

dress in love, she lives for life to be / green-eyed lady feels life i never see (green-eyed lady by sugarloaf)

address the letters to the holes in my butterfly wings / and when the clouds won't iron out / when the monsters creep into your house / well, i hope you know how proud i am you were created (hope ur ok by olivia rodrigo)

the autumn chill that wakes me up / you loved the amber skies so much / long limbs and frozen swims / you'd always go past where our feet could touch / and i complained the whole way there / the car ride back and up the stairs / i should've asked you questions / i should've asked you how to be / asked you to write it down for me / should've kept every grocery store receipt / cause every scrap of you would be taken from me / watched as you signed your name marjorie / all your closets of backlogged dreams / and how you left them all to me / what died didn't stay dead / what died didn't stay dead / you're alive, you're alive in my head / and if i didn't know better / i'd think you were singing to me now (marjorie by taylor swift)

hey, look up / you don't have to be a ghost / here among the living / you are flesh and blood / and you deserve to be loved / and you deserve what you are given (third eye by florence + the machine)

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or quiet volume | slow or fast songs | music video or lyric video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

BOOKS

Favorite Book Genre: niche non-fiction! and fic <3

also gonna add my Favorite Fic Tropes/Tags: hurt/comfort, slow burn, fake dating, roomates au, there was only one bed!, college au, enemies to lovers, idiots (pining) to idiots (togther), established relationship, sports au, royalty au, fantasy au, friends to lovers, and many more!

Favorite Writers: marguerite bennett

Favorite Fic Writers: ayeti, bigmamallama5, coffeeshib, drfitzmonster, ekingston, jazzfordshire, littlemousejelly, lovedandliked, robie, searidings, shipsandglitter, takarter, wtfoctagon, you_get_to_exhale_now_cyrus, zedpm, and so many more!!

Favorite Books: the poet x by elizabeth acevedo, 1984 by george orwell, rebecca by daphne du murier

Favorite Book Series: the babysitters club by ann m martin, the mother-daughter book club by heather vogel frederick, mercy watson by kate dicamillo

Comfort Book: robie's wedding date au

Perfect Book to Read on a Rainy Day: jazz's 70s au

Favorite Characters: the second mrs de winter (rebecca), mercy watson (mercy watson)

Five Quotes From Your Favorite Books:

mi boca no puede escribir una bandera blanca, nunca será un verso de biblio. mi boca no puede formarse el lamento que tú dices tú y dios merecen. tú dices que todo esto es culpa de mi boca. porque tenía hambre, porque era callada. pero, ¿y la boca tuya? cómo tus labios son grapas que me perforan rápido y fuerte. y las palabras que nuna dije quedan mejor muertas en mi lengua porque solamente hubieran chocado contra la puerta cerrado de tu espalda. tu silencio amuelba una casa oscura. pero aun que riesgo de quemarse, la maripose nocturna siempre busca la luz. (the poet x by elizabeth acevedo)

but if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought. (1984 by george orwell)

but by degrees the flood of music drove all speculations out of his mind. it was as though it were a kind of liquid stuff that poured all over and got mixed up with the sunlight that filtered through the leaves. he stopped thinking and merely felt. the girl's waist in the bend of his arm was soft and warm. he pulled her round so that they were breast to breast; her body seemed to melt into his. wherever his hands moved it was as yielding as water. their mouths clung together. (1984)

but you could not have pure love or pure lust nowadays. no emotion was pure...their embrace had been a battle, the climax a victory. it was a blow struck against the party. it was a political act. (1984) (this quote is so gay lol.)

he did not stir, because julia was sleeping with her head in the crook of his arm. most of her makeup had transferred itself to his own face or bolster, but a light stain of rouge still brought out the beauty of her cheekbone. a yellow ray from the sinking sun fell across the foot of the bed and lighted up the fireplace, where the water in the pan was boiling fast. down in the yard the woman had stopped singing, but the faint shouts of children floated in from the street. he wondered vaguely whether in the abolished past it had been a normal experience to lie in bed like this, in the cool of a summer evening, a man and a woman with no clothes on, making love when they choose, talking of what they choose, not feeling any compulsion to get up, simply lying there and listening to peaceful sounds outside. (1984)

hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | read at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVs | judging by the covers or by summaries | rereading or just once

TV AND MOVIES

Favorite TV/Movie Genre: .........ones with actractive actors...

Favorite Movies: pretty woman, muppets from space

Comfort Movie: i don't really watch movies that often lol. i find them hard to get into since they're so short

Movie You Watch Every Year: the year without a santa claus

Favorite TV Shows: supergirl, batwoman, legends of tomorrow, parks and rec, the good place, veronica mars, andi mack, diary of a future president, arthur, word girl, closer to truth, martha speaks, cyberchase, curious george, the king of queens, and probably more that i'm forgetting!

Comfort TV Show: the king of queens, arthur, parks and rec

Most Rewatched TV Show: the king of queens, martha speaks, word girl, cyberchase, parks and rec

Five Favorite Characters:

kara zor-el

veronica mars

leslie knope

zari tomaz

lena luthor

tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

this was really fun to do fhsdhfkd. tagging anyone who wants to try this!

[danrush777]

After putting up my previous post I’ve had a bit of feedback (mostly via driect messaging) and I feel the need to do a follow up post. I felt like the thoughts I released the other day was a way of me encouraging those who intend to incite violence in retaliation for years of oppression to remember the wise words of a great thinker and one that I resonate with. Martin Luthor King taught me to see people as individuals and not on the colour of their skin. The moment I released the post I no longer felt like people saw me as an individual but just another white guy who doesn't know anything. I had no idea my opinion would come across as: violence in of itself, an act of gaslighting, being an idiot, and an anti-black racist. All I intended to do was encourage peaceful protests. A sentiment I see even George Flyod's own brother, Terrance Floyd shared in his latest speech.

When I quoted MLK "silence is betrayal" I begin to wonder if I can say this too about the innocent people who will suffer in these communities. Why should I stay silent for them for the sake of adhering to the opinions of others? It's my opinion that anyone who shrugs off the burning of: homes with innocent children inside, churches, livelihoods and likely lives lost in vulnerable communities needs to question if the ends justify the means. Please for the love of God protest, protest with rage if you must, but leave other innocent people the fuck alone! I say that not just to protesters but to Antifa who are handing bricks to people and egging them on, I say that to the crooked cops out there bashing & driving cars into people, I say that the white supremacists who also try to stir shit up and raise more disorder and destruction, I say that to anyone who thinks it's morally acceptable to destroy their surroundings for the complete disregard for others in the community. There are people fanning flames who miss the true nature of why the riots are taking place in the first place. That to me is far more despicable than my "acts of violence" in sharing my views.

I do believe black lives matter, I do believe there is a problem and we need solutions, I do believe we should stand together. For far too long there has been oppression, inequality through years of slavery, Jim Crowe laws, injustice within the justice system, wealth inequality as a result of this. There is a call for justice and I'm glad most of us can agree on this and I'm proud of the way my friends have managed to unite many and show the world how to protest with passion.

I may not agree with when and how I should voice my opinion, like whether or not I'm allowed to quote MLK and encourage those protesting to remain as peaceful as possible. I may not believe the whole system is worthy of destruction, and I may not hold the exact same ideals as some of my close friends do. I hope they know I mean well and that I’m trying to be true to myself and what I feel in my heart and what's plaguing my thoughts as of late.

I am still wrestling and I am still learning. I appreciate all those who have time for me and continue to develop my understanding of other perspectives. I always welcome this. I try to be tolerant and understanding of other people's views. I hope others can do the same for me.