#my name in times roman saying i passed inter level

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

so

i want to be a part of a big group of people who love each other SO BAD i want to have a friend group i want to care and love many people at once i want to belong feel a sense of community but i am so isolated i don't even have one single friend and am i just going to die alone probably yes right im already 20 years old and this 19 year old guy at office was like we were both waiting counting down the minutes till 4 pm so we could go home and we were like yaar kal parso bhi aana padega sunday kitna door hai but then he was like yaar do yk it's already been a month here and time is passing so fast and im not doing anything that people my age do im sitting in a locked office my whole day and aise hi sunday ka wait karte karte 2 saal ho jayenge fir job main bhi aise hi lagega and yaar aise tog puri zindagi hi nikal jayegi and i was like what the fuck shut up you're so right and im already 20 and i feel so lonely and other people are so fucking normal and happy and enjoy festivals while im sitting here worrying about how to finish my backlog watch lectures my life is so small limited to 10 books one course and i feel so on the outside of everything what the fuck man how do i live like this 🧍

[dwellordream]

“…Now, if people are taught anything at all about medieval history it often is English medieval history. People with absolutely no other frame of reference can often tell you when the Norman Conquest of England took place, or the date of the signing of Magna Carta even if they don’t know exactly why these things are important. (TBH Magna Carta isn’t important unless you were a very rich dude at the time, sooooo.) If you ask people to name a medieval book they’ll probably say Beowulf even if they’ve never read it.

Here’s the thing though – England was a total backwater in terms of the way medieval people thought and was not particularly important at the time. How much of a backwater? Well, when Anne of Bohemia, daughter of my man Holy Roman Emperor Charles IV (RIP, mate. Mourn ya til I join ya.) married King Richard II of England in the fourteenth century there was uproar in Prague. How could a Bohemian imperial princess be sent to London? How would she survive in the hinterlands? The answer was she was sent along with an entire cadre of Bohemian ladies in waiting to give her people with whom she could have a sophisticated conversation.

This ended up completely changing fashion in England. Anne is the girl who introduced those sweet horned headdresses you think of when you think of medieval ladies, riding side-saddle, and the word “coach” to England, (from the Hungairan Kocs, where the cart she arrived at court the first time came from). Sweetening her transition to English life was the fact that she didn’t have to pay a dowry to get married. Instead, the English were allowed to trade freely with Bohemia and the Holy Roman Empire and allowed to be around a Czech lady. That was reward enough as far as the Empire was concerned. That’s how much England was not a thing. (The English took this insult very badly, and hated Anne at first, but since she was a G they got over it. Don’t worry.)

If England was unimportant why do we know about English medieval history and nothing else? Same reason you’re reading this blog in English right now, homes. I’m not sure if you know this, but in the modern period, the English got super super good at going around the world an enslaving anyone they met. When you’re busy not thinking about German imperial atrocities in the nineteenth century it’s because you’re busy thinking about British imperial atrocities, you feel me? So we all speak English now and if we harken back to historical things it gives us a grandiose idea of English history.

Say, then, you are trying to establish a curriculum for schools that bigs up English history, as is our want. Ask yourself – are you gonna want to dwell on an era where England was so unimportant that Czechs were flexing on it? Answer: no. You gonna gloss right over that and skip to the early modern era and the Tudors who I am absolutely sure you know all the fuck about. The second colonial-imperialist reason for not learning about medieval history is that medieval history doesn’t exactly aggrandise the colonial-imperialist system.

Yes, there are empires in medieval Europe. In addition to the Holy Roman Empire there’s the Eastern Roman Empire, aka the Byzantine Empire, whose downfall is often pointed to as one of several possible bookends to the medieval period. You also have opportunists like the Venetians who set up colonies around the Adriatic and Mediterranean, or the Normans who defo jump in boats and take over, well, anything they could get their hands on.

Notably, when these dudes got where they were going, they didn’t end up enslaving a bunch of people, committing genocide, and then funnelling all resources back to a theoretical homeland. The Normans settled down where they were eventually creating distinctive court cultures, and the Venetian colonies enjoyed a seriously high level of trade and quality of life without major disruption to local customs. Force was certainly used to take over at the outset, but it wasn’t something that resulted in the complete subjugation and deaths of millions halfway around the world from where the aggressors started.

No, the European middle ages are a lot more about local areas muddling along with smaller systems of rule. That’s why you have distinctive areas like say, Burgundy or Sicily calling their own shots and developing their own styles and fashions. Hell, even within imperial systems like the Holy Roman Empire Bavarians or Bohemians saw themselves as very much distinct peoples within an imperial system, not necessarily imperial subjects first and foremost.

You know where you would go to find some history that justifies huge imperial systems that require constant conquest and an army of slaves to keep them afloat? Ancient Rome. Remember how you got taught how great Rome was? How it was a democracy? How they had wonderful technology and underfloor heating, and oh isn’t that temple beautiful? Yeah, that’s because you were being inculcated to think that the ends of imperial violence justifies mass enslavement and disenfranchisement.

In reality, Rome wasn’t some sort of grand free democracy. Only a tiny percentage of Romans could actually vote. Women of any station certainly could not, and even men who were lucky enough to be free weren’t necessarily Roman citizens. Freedom here is particularly important because by the 1 century BCE 35 – 40% of the population of the Italian peninsula were slaves. Woo yeah democracy. I love it. And that’s not even taking into account all those times when an Emperor would suspend voting altogether.

Those slaves were busy building all the grand buildings your high school history teacher was dry jacking it about, stuffing the dormice that the rich people were reclining to eat, and basically keeping the joint running. Those slaves also necessitated the ridiculously huge army that Rome kept going because you had to get slaves from somewhere after all, so warfare had to be continuous. How uplifting.

Eagle-eyed readers will notice that this Roman nonsense is pretty much exactly what was going on during the modern colonial imperial age. You can say whatever the fuck you want about how free and revolutionary America was, for example. That doesn’t change the fact that only a handful of white property owning men could vote, and that the entire project required the mass enslavement of Africans and the genocide of Native Americans. That’s why you’ve been taught Rome is great. It helps you sleep well at night on stolen land because, really, haven’t all great societies done this? I mean without a forever war against anyone you can find, how will you keep a society going?

Our imperialist ideas about history lead to some weird historical takes. People love to tell you that no one bathed in the medieval period when medieval people had pretty much exactly the same sort of bathing culture as Romans. People laugh at medieval people believing in medical humoral theory despite the fact that Romans believed exactly the same thing and get a total pass on that front. The Roman ban on dissection is often taught as a medieval ban, shifting Roman superstition onto the shoulders of medieval people.

On-going Roman warfare is reported in glowing terms with emphasis on the “brilliance” of Roman military technique, while inter-kingdom warfare in the medieval period is portrayed as barbaric and ignorant. The Roman people who were encouraged to worship emperors as literal gods are used as an example of theoretical religion-free logical thinking, while medieval Christians are cast as ignorant for believing in God even when they are studiously working on the same philosophical queries as their predecessors. None of this makes any fucking sense.

But here’s the thing – it doesn’t need to. In a colonial imperialist society we have positioned Rome as a guiding light no matter what it’s actual practices and that’s not a mistake. It’s a design that helps to justify our own society. Further, this mindset requires us to castigate the medieval period when rule was more localised and systems of slavery had taken a precipitous dive. If only there had been more slavery, you know? Things might have been so much better.

Historical narratives and who controls them are always in flux. That old adage “history is written by the winners” comes to mind here, but that’s not exactly true. What the winners do is decide which histories are promoted, taught, and broadcasted. You can write all the history you want and if no one reads it, then it doesn’t really matter. That’s the gap that medieval history has fallen into. Colonial imperialism hasn’t figured out how to weaponise it yet, so it’s ignored. You could write this off as a “so what”, of course. Sure, maybe teaching the Roman Empire as a goal is a negative, but is ignoring medieval history really that bad a thing? You will be unsurprised to learn that I definitely think it is a bad thing, yes.

Ignorance about the medieval period is one of the things that is allowing the current swelling ranks of fascists to claim medieval Europe as some sort of “pure” white ideal. Spoiler: it was not. However, if you don’t know anything about medieval society how are you gonna argue with some chinless douche with a fake viking rune tattoo?History is always political. We use it to understand our world, but more than that we also use it to justify our world. Ignoring it helps us prop up our worst impulses, so let’s not.”

- Eleanor Janega, “On colonialism, imperialism, and ignoring medieval history.”

[thefinalcinderella]

Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru Chapter 8 - Winter Comes Again (Part 4)

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

1. Nakasendo is one of the five routes of the Edo period that connected Edo (Tokyo) to Kyoto

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The Ageo City Half Marathon was held in the middle of November, just when everyone was beginning to put on their thick coats.

At the Ageo Sports Park track and field stadium, the university athletes that had been invited arrived in succession in microbuses. The members of Chikusei-sou arrived in Ageo City in their usual white van. This time, the landlord, who had been recovering at home from his stomach ulcer, accompanied them. As usual, he didn’t want to get into a car Kiyose was driving, so Hanako took out Yaokatsu’s pickup truck.

The stadium looked like a Roman colosseum from the outside. Plastic sheets were laid out along the road, securing places for each school to change clothes or rest.

There were food stalls set up in the sports park, creating a festive mood, and the area around the park was crowded with spectators and participants.

The landlord gave instructions while munching on the takoyaki he had immediately purchased.

“Today, our goal is to get used to the atmosphere of a road race, so you don’t need to focus on speed. Just run as fast as you can without forcing yourself.”

At that, the landlord glanced at Kiyose. Kiyose nodded as though to say, Exactly. Kakeru guessed what was going on: the landlord had simply given Kakeru and the others Kiyose’s instructions. Kiyose seemed to have decided to take a step back because of the friction among the residents of Chikusei-sou.

However, the twins did come with them to Ageo, as it seemed that the soccer team was able to find substitute members. Although they had rebelled against Kiyose, they didn’t break or renege on their promise, which was just like the cheerful and honest twins.

The half marathon started at 9 AM in the stadium. There were about 350 invited runners alone. Adding the citizen runners to that number, it would take time to cross the starting line even when the signal gun sounded.

At the starting line, even though he was only wearing the uniform tank top and shorts, there were so many people crowded together—in order of their numbers—that Kakeru didn’t feel the cold. In front of him there was a group from TSU; Kakeru stared at the back of Sakaki’s head for a while, but of course he couldn’t see Sakaki’s two hair whorls from his position.

Kiyose was teaching Prince about positioning and things to look out for when starting.

“Don’t get pushed from behind and fall. You don’t need to rush forward, so just get behind the runners whose pace you can match and use them as a windbreak. In your case, you don’t need to think about putting on spurts—just get into it so you don’t drop out of the group.”

Prince nodded meekly. Maybe Haiji-san is planning to enter Prince-san in the first leg of Hakone, Kakeru thought. In the first leg, of course, the first runners of the participating twenty teams would start all at once in Otemachi. At first, they would be in a cluster, so runners who weren’t timid and could compete with others while keeping an eye on the pace around them would be suited for it.

Prince-san’s time is definitely not fast compared to the level of the runners in Hakone. I wonder if it would really be effective to put him in the first leg.

As Kakeru pondered, the group finally started to move forward. By the time they had run halfway around the track and exited out onto the road, the group broke up and it became easier to run.

A quiet shopping street along Old Nakasendo. (1) The flow of the river and the green of the golf course. The skies had cleared, and the winter wind felt refreshing on his skin as it warmed up.

It felt good to run on a road that was closed to traffic. Kakeru soon got into a rhythm and simply moved his legs along. People from the houses along the street came to their doors to cheer them on and children playing in small parks eagerly chased after them.

Water was provided at three locations. Paper cups were lined up on a long table and volunteers tried to hand them out. They weren’t used to it, so it was difficult to take them; the runners were sprinting at a speed faster than bicycles. Kakeru got as close as he could to the sidewalk, but the impact of receiving the cup caused most of the contents to spill out.

Even so, the little water that remained was cool and refreshing.

Right before the turning point, he and Sakaki passed by each other. Sakaki looked at him, but Kakeru pretended not to notice. As his coach, the landlord—and by extension Kiyose—wanted him to not force himself. He didn’t think he could get along with Sakaki in any way, so he decided to leave him alone.

Kakeru watched the Rikudou runners carefully. They had good forms, as expected, but they all looked like second-string runners. Kakeru went to ask a Rikudou runner who looked like a first year and was turning at almost the same time.

“Where’s Fujioka-san?”

The first-year seemed surprised to be spoken to out of the blue, but he seemed to know Kakeru’s name and face. “The regulars are at a high-altitude training camp in Kunming,” he said.

“Kunming?”

“In China.”

“Wow.”

As expected, Rikudou’s scale is different, Kakeru thought, surprised. He wondered if he would get diarrhea if he went to China. But Fujioka, who was a demon when it came to looking after his own health and discipline, would probably never make a gaffe like that.

The first-year runner ran ahead. Feeling like humming a tune, Kakeru maintained his pace of one kilometer per 3 minutes and 3 seconds. Fujioka would be getting stronger and stronger at the Chinese training camp. Kakeru wanted to meet him at Hakone. We’ll make it clear on the big stage who’s faster.

They returned to the stadium and reached the finish line. Kansei’s pace was moderate, so their rankings were not that good. However, they were able to grasp the atmosphere of a road race. Even Prince, who had the slowest time among the ten of them, had a satisfied look on his face after he finished running; he must have gained confidence that he could run a distance that was almost the same as Hakone’s first leg without difficulty. Kiyose’s plan to have the members who lacked experience join a half marathon seemed to have worked.

The organizers provided lunch boxes and bananas to the invited schools. Musa and Shindou went to the management tent to go get them and returned with a cardboard box full of bananas.

“There’s so many.”

Jouta and Jouji peered into the box. Hanako looked at the stickers on the bananas.

“These are good bananas,” she evaluated like a grocer’s daughter.

Bananas were useful after a workout because they provide a quick calorie intake. They swiftly peeled them and when everyone was on their second or third, a visitor approached them.

He was a man in his late thirties, dressed in the same casual clothing as the spectators.

“You’re Kansei University’s track team, right?” the man said.

“Yeff we arr,” Jouji mumbled as he stuffed his third banana in his mouth. “Why?”

“Is Kurahara-kun here?” the man asked, but his gaze was fixed on Kakeru. He seemed to have already recognized Kakeru’s face. “I just want to ask you a few questions.”

Kakeru stood and took the business card the man held out to him. “Shinjitsu Weekly    Mochizuki Shuuji” was written on it.

Most of the people present probably thought that a reporter had come to interview him about catching the shoplifters, but Kakeru knew better. This man got wind of my past.

“You graduated from Sendai Jousai High School, correct?” Mochizuki began. Out of the corner of his eye, Kakeru saw Kiyose immediately stand, his face quickly changing color.

“Yes,” Kakeru answered.

“You caught a bunch of shoplifters the other day, didn’t you? I saw it in the papers.” Mochizuki raised his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner, as though he was impressed. “A sportsman among sportsmen with an overflowing sense of justice—you’ve become a hot topic even in your hometown. Especially around the track team at Sendai Jousai.”

Kiyose came to Kakeru’s side and faced Mochizuki.

“Please don’t interview our runners without permission.”

“This won’t take long,” Mochizuki laughed thoughtlessly. However, there was a sharp light in his eyes. “Kurahara-kun, you competed at the Inter-High in your second year at high school and achieved good results. However, you quit the team as soon as you became a third-year. Why is that?”

“Hey!”

Kiyose was indignant, but Kakeru stopped him, saying, “It’s fine, Haiji-san.” He couldn’t run away or hide it. As long as he continued to do track, this matter would always follow him. He had been prepared for this the moment he decided to go to Hakone with the residents of Chikusei-sou.

“You’ve already looked into it, haven’t you?” Kakeru said. “I hit my coach.”

“I heard that you broke your coach’s nose. Furthermore, you rejected the university that gave you a tentative offer for track, and you quit your team, in spite of the fact that the coach had tried to keep the incident private because he was afraid that it would become a public scandal.” Mochizuki peered into Kakeru’s expression. “What were you so unhappy about? What kind of disagreement did you have with your coach?”

Kakeru kept silent. His high school coach was famous for his thorough management of his runners and his spartan training methods. Of course, there was no doubt that he was a competent coach with a good track method to match.

However, ever since Kakeru had first enrolled in high school, he was unable to get along with his coach, and he disliked how he only talked about times.

That was why, when he had witnessed the coach cursing out a first-year who was having trouble recovering after an injury in the club room, he got angry. That first-year was on a sports scholarship, and if he was forced to quit the team, that would make it hard for him to stay in school. Kakeru could only think that the coach knew that the student was in a vulnerable position and was simply tormenting him.

That might be something he thought of in hindsight, but really the first-year had just been a trigger for Kakeru; a good detonator for releasing his pent-up resentment. Because the moment he hit the coach, the only thought in Kakeru’s head was I can end it with this.

There hadn't been a single shred of heroism in the act. He hadn't been doing it for the first-year, and he hadn’t even thought about how ashamed that first-year would feel in the club if his senpai hit the coach because of him. There was no sense of justice or compassion, just violence for the sake of his own satisfaction and pleasure—just to dispel his pent-up frustration and anger towards the coach. Kakeru had felt the cartilage in his nose break through his fist and felt refreshed.

“Committing an act of violence on a high school team, and it was at a prestigious track and field school. Since the story got leaked and you didn’t deny it, the Sendai Jousai High School track and field team voluntarily suspended its activities for a while. I’m sure there are a lot of people who didn’t think well of you at that time; not only the coach who was punched by you, but also your teammates who couldn’t participate in meets.”

“What do you want to ask Kurahara?” Kiyose cut in. “Even if what you said is true, I think what you should question instead is the school's position in not rocking the boat, as well as the results-oriented mentality that is rampant in some parts of the high school track world, where runners are managed with excessive restraint and interference which can crush growing talent.”

“Are you Kansei’s captain?” Mochizuki turned his gaze to Kiyose like he was appraising him. “Did you know Kurahara-kun committed an act of violence? What do you think of him?”

“He’s a runner with talent. But before that, for us, he’s a comrade who’s reliable as a person.”

Kakeru’s heart shook at the word “comrade.” It was as though he were in the middle of a happy dream when he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders and woken up; the feeling of floating, like he was still in a dream, and the disappointment of returning to reality, and then the relief of opening your eyes to see the face of someone close to you. So many emotions welled up within him that he recoiled, not knowing how to take them in.

Unaware of the slightly shaken Kakeru, Kiyose stood his ground against Mochizuki.

“Please leave. I would like you to have your interview request approved with our PR department.”

PR department? A murmur spread through the residents of Chikusei-sou, who had been watching the proceedings from behind. Shindou and Hanako raised their hands.

“Yes.”

“That’s us.”

“We refuse your request for an interview,” Shindou said. “Exactly, exactly,” King nodded. The landlord didn’t say anything and ate his lunch. It was hard to tell from his detached and casual attitude if he was troubled or amused by the situation.

“Good grief, these bananas taste awful,” Nico-chan said, and Mochizuki gave a forced laugh as he was given a reproachful look.

“Then, one last thing. Kurahara-kun, you’re going to run in Hakone, right? Do you have anything to say to your high school coach? Anything is fine, even if it’s something like ‘Serves you right.’”

“I have nothing to say.” Kakeru quietly shook his head. He didn’t want to apologize, but he also didn’t want to boast that “Even without your help, anyone can survive in the track world if they have the ability.”

“I regret it. I regret that I couldn’t think of any other way other than knocking him down at that time. That’s all.”

The following week in Shinjitsu Weekly, there was a double-page spread with the headline “Disaster in the High School Sports World!?” With a provoking line of “What’s behind the frequent scandals…”, the article mentioned old troubles at the Sendai Jousai High School track and field team along with Koshien regulars and high school soccer powerhouses.

“The other day, K-kun was in the news for catching shoplifters. He is a runner with a promising future who will take part in next January’s Hakone Ekiden, but there are also rumors that K-kun caused a violent incident in the past. The coach of the track and field team at Sendai J High School stated, ‘That incident has already passed,’ and meaningfully closed his mouth, but…” It went on after that, and even if you didn’t know anything about track, it was easy to guess that it was talking about Kansei’s Kurahara Kakeru.

“This was clearly leaked by that coach.” Jouji threw down the magazine, annoyed.

“Don’t worry about it,” Musa said, anxious about Kakeru.

Kiyose and Shindou were busy explaining the situation to the university and the supporter’s group and dealing with them. Apparently the landlord was also going around and bowing his head, saying, “Sorry for the trouble.” When Kakeru learned about this and apologized, he proudly said, “Well of course, I’m the coach.” He didn’t say anything that blamed him.

Kiyose persisted in his stance of protecting Kakeru, so the area around Chikusei-sou remained calm. The repercussions of the article would probably die down, but it didn’t change the fact that he had caused trouble.

The residents of Chikusei-sou treated Kakeru the way they always had. In order to meet those expectations, he had to run well in Hakone. Kakeru continued to run silently.

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A Warrior’s Heart

Prologue 

Main Paring: Stucky x Black!OFC (Ifekerenma ‘Ife’)

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, War Crimes, Corruption, Smut, Mentions of Anxiety, Depression, and possible Panic Attacks

Rating: 18+/Explicit

Word Count: 1,461

Summary: Ife didn’t mean to have her employers be the subject of a hostile takeover by Stark Industries. She just held up the city of Novi Grad long enough for the Avengers to defeat Ultron. So naturally, Tony finds and blackmails her into joining the team. No good deed goes unpunished, huh?

A/N: This is my first long form (12+ chapters) story. I’m including characters and/or aspects from Disney’s Atlantis: the Lost Empire, Lilo & Stitch, Big Hero 6, Gargoyles, Inuyasha, and Toriko. Furthermore, I will be including elements of Netflix MCU and Agent Carter as well. Special thanks goes to @jtargaryen18​ for the title. Reposting on any site without my permission is strictly forbidden. Reblogs are welcomed! 😊

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Just keep the lie going.

That’s the line many of us have to repeat every day, and by us, I mean Non-Humans. Throughout history, humans have created myths and legends about us; some are true, others complete nonsense, but most are somewhere in between.

Let’s rewind a bit, okay?

Life on Earth lines up with most of what the textbooks say until about 5M BCE. Beings that would later be called gods and goddesses start to form with Mother Earth (the Amazing Gaea) as the focal point with other beings such as dragons, elves, and giants start to show two million years later.

The Celestials (sanctimonious assholes) came to Earth to see what’s happening after hearing about various fantastical anomalies (or that they were just bored). Gaea encouraged some (about 30K) of the human ancestors (Homo Erectus) to ‘the Space Gods’ direction. It took a few months, but they were able to create the species that later be known as Eternals. They also did some other shit but Gaea kicked them out when they wore out their welcome.

Around 200KBCE, the Kree (galactic genocidal nationalistic maniacs) happened upon a group of Eternals living on Uranus and traveled to Earth to ascertain whether other beings had similar potential. They experimented on a good number of early humans (about 150K survived) thus creating the first Inhumans (Inhomo Supremis). Several members of the Kree expedition tried to turn the Inhumans into weapons of the Kree Empire but were kicked off the planet by remaining Eternals and Non-Human factions.

Ten thousand years later (190KBCE), other early humans congregated around ‘magical hotspots’ which led to the births of the Homo Magi, Homo Superius, and Homo Animalis sub-species.

Soon after (okay, 15,000yrs later. Leave me alone.), the Mother Crystal (a semi-sentient comet, or Matag Yob) descended onto the island continent of Atlantis, imbuing the human inhabitants with longevity, knowledge, prosperity, and protection. At its height (around 55KBCE), Atlantis became the technological/cultural center on Earth (besides the Eternals).

It didn’t last long, though.

Five thousand years later (50KBCE), the first (and hopefully only) Pantheon War broke out. What exactly happened is lost to history (none of the people involved will fess up.), but what we do know is that shit went down.

Hard.

All that is known (admitted) is that almost all of the pantheons got into a Pantheon War (probably over some dumbass reason), a failed invasion by the Kree (really?), and the whole continent of Atlantis ‘sank’ into the sea in the span of three years (though some escaped).

Neat.

Fast-forward about 38K years (yeah, we’re making some jumps here) to the beginnings of the three most technologically advanced human nations of Earth: Wakanda, Sypavê, and Fetuilelagi; each with their own extraterrestrial metals/minerals.

Earth was pretty quiet until the ‘Christianity Dilemma’. So around 90CE, several ‘deities’ from the Greco-Roman, Norse, Germanic, and Celtic pantheons called for a Council of the Godheads’ to discuss ‘the ‘threat’ with Archangel Michael. It worked out well enough (no one wanted another Pantheon War).

Most of the world was in a pretty good state with a few ‘hiccups’ until the Bubonic Plague aka ‘The Black Death’ hit in 1346/7. It ravaged Eurasia and North Africa killing at least ½ the population and was seen as the start of non-belief in Europe. Worse, it was the beginning of Non-Human persecution and discrimination. You see, while the Black Death took out humans left and right, the worse a Non-Human got was a two-day flu. Many started to return to their respective realms once the Plague subsided and their once friendly neighbors started to accuse and persecute them.

The feeling of unease did not end but rather subsided. A tip from a Non-Human in Queen Isabella’s court alerted several groups in the Pre-Columbian Americas. Genocidal rapist, sex-trafficker, and all-around monster, Christopher Columbus does make it to the ‘New World’ (people were already there, dumbass) and devastated the indigenous population for centuries to come. By the time Columbus was executed in 1498, it was too late.

As many as 40 – 70% of the indigenous population was wiped out due to ‘virgin soil epidemics’ such as smallpox and influenza. Pantheons from negatively impacted areas called for a Council of the Godheads and demanded the ‘deities’ of the colonizers take action.

It went about as well as you’d think.

Earth was about to be embroiled in another Pantheon War until a few ‘level-headed’ individuals struck a bargain. No one was to interfere with human affairs whether it be good or ill. It was later amended to not have any ‘divine’ intervention (Sure). So by 1593, they had ‘bowed out’ of Earth affairs outside of their respective demi realms.

Outside of the matters of the ‘gods’, the rest of the world was dealing with its own problems. Tensions between humans and non-humans grew since the immediate aftermath of the Black Death. The Age of Enlightenment had started to pop up in intellectual circles across Europe around 1647. It focused on reason and free-thinking (Neat), but it also stoked up fear and anxiety towards Non-Humans (Boo!). Things came to a head in the 1670s. It got so bad that the Inter-Realm Parliament ordered all Non-Humans that weren’t exiled to return. They later founded the Bureau of Non-Human Affairs, BNA, in 1692 to deal with such matters in the future.

Two white-passing Non-Humans, Marcus Ashton and Jakob Schwartz founded Ashton & Schwartz Inc in 1809 along with a private partner. The company made waves in biomedical, chemical, agricultural, and climate science (they had to explain it to the populace) as well as pollution cleanup/prevention. One of their biggest inventions was a truly biodegradable plastic-like substance called biokivó̱tio or biokivo for short. The company made an even bigger impact with Non-Humans by solving issues pertaining to agriculture, large scale portal creation, and maintenance.

When the founders’ private partner decided to shut down the company in 1928, Ashton & Schwartz were a household name (especially since all major fossil fuel investments ended in 1900).

Barely ten years later and the threat of World War II rocked the planet to its core, especially the dropping of the Atomic Bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The war Council went behind current President Henry Wallace’s back and had them done on the same day,  August 7, 1945.

Well, that got everyone’s attention.

The Inter-Realm Parliament issued an edict that every one of ‘age’ (biologically 18+) would have to spend at least five consecutive years amongst the humans. It didn’t take long for BNA to lay the groundwork.

Wakanda, Sypavê, and Fetuilelagi (who will now be known as The Unconquered Alliance or UA.) saw this as a ‘we need to end this’ type of situation. Within three weeks of the bomb dropping, they formulated a plan and got to work kicking the colonizers out of Africa, starting with Belgian-colonized Congo (80% of the uranium used in the bombs were mined from there). They also made a deal with British-colonized India.

Once they were successful in their test run, The U.A. moved forward with similar models until they were to liberate the continent in 1955. Meanwhile, Sypavian forces kicked out most of the Nazis that fled to South America and ended US/European influence in Central and South America.

The United States tried to play it neutral until The UA (mainly Fetuilelagi) freed Hawai’i from US occupation in 1951. The war was sold as “We must fight to preserve our freedom!” (Keep telling yourselves that).

Once both South/Central America and Africa were liberated, other colonized nations asked for their aid. UA agents/dignitaries offered to relocate Black people from the Caribbean, Europe, and the United States. As many as five million African-Americans took the offer, including former Howling Commando, Gabe Jones. By then the US was clamping down domestically through the FBI and local/state police.

Irked by the knowledge that the UA had satellites, the US jumpstarted the Space Race (they had more than a few satellites, but good for you).

As with most wars, both sides partook in some ‘questionable actions’ (i.e. Syria, Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, Cambodia, and Laos).

The war climaxed in 1977 when a UA (Sypavian) agent discovered plans for a super-weapon in the US. A Special Ops team led by N’Jobu realized that the weapon was a mega bomb that would’ve wiped out the African Continent.

After weighing their options, The UA came to an agreement with BNA: BNA would gather their most powerful Homo Magi and cast a spell to erase the memory and evidence of the war from every human outside of the UA in exchange for letting some Non-Humans live openly in UA borders.

They shook on it, unaware of the chaos that would follow.

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[hanasaku-shijin]

Been a minute since i did one of these, rwby liveblog:

all right let’s hear that new opening

oh okay jk maybe next week

yooo the fucking, what are they - manticore?? hell yeah give em to me

WEISS MY LOVE

just fucking skates along the train im glad they FINALLY did that in canon do u know how many fics have written weiss ice skating anywehre/anytime just cuz she fukcing can

i appreciate how they went in RWBY order for that

but like.... it’s great that blake and yang are chill now buuuttt uummmm did they have a proper talk about shit?? cuz they need to

RenoraaaaaaaAAAHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

thank GOD we finally have an official canon white rose moment that isn’t just a joke or casual scene FINALLY A FIGHT-SCENE MOMENT THAT IS EXCLUSIVE TO THEMMMM havent seen that since vol1 ep8

okay i can stop now that’s good enough for me lmao

their lil pink rose petals aaaaaaahhh im cryinn

oh so Adam just went on a tantrum murder rage. sick.

lol Adam taking “man pain” to a whole new level jeeeeez like congrats u remembered Blake’s name u get a gold star

lol weiss saying gifts are a waste of time but i BET U ruby got her something and she’s gonna love it

RUBY SHOULDVE GOTTEN HER THE SCARF RT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIIINNNGG

at least explain where weiss got it pls

i s2g if we get a beach episode 

“team rwby wont leave your side for a second. i promise.”

welp time to break that promise probably

oh great. more boys.

are they. are they based off twiddle dee and twiddle dum cuz that’s what it sounds like lmao

okay ive been asking this question for 2 volumes already WHERE’S BLAKE SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE BACK NOW

“waiting on Blake, as usual.” Weiss has gone on many dates with her she knows she can take some Time getting ready lol

oH SHIT i legit forgot about Ilia oops BUT HER CASUAL CLOTHES THO

oh is sun still here too then

HUG

THANK YOU

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

oh whY IS NEPTUNE HERE TOO

ohhH OHH OMG WAIT 

OH MY GOD IS HE GONNA HIT ON THE LESBIAN

OH MY GOD PLS RT DONT FUCK THIS UP

this could be good oh pls

LMAO OH MY GOD BLAKE AND SUN ARE LIKE ‘UH WIAT-’ BUT IT’S TOO LATE

oh good that was good yes YES

Sun saying he and the boys were cool on a little hiatus when they’re based off a fucking boy band is HILARIOUS

god SSSN get back to the stage go make more songs u slackers

ohhhh

we’re going there aren’t weeeee

sigh but y’know what, im whatever it’s fine Black Sun is good Sun is good

the whole reason i never really liked Black Sun so much was not cuz it’s het but because like??? I’m so tired of the Faunus falling for Faunus and humans falling for humans sort of trope y’know?? I hate thinking they’re together just cuz they’re both Faunus but it’s whateverrr i guess

we just have uhhh no official inter-racial(?) couples in this show y’know what i mean

If I have to accept any het couple Black Sun is probably the best tbh because y’know why?? they are friends first. they have a history together, and it’s a good one. so fine. I’m glad it isn’t gonna be a main focus tho (seemingly)

OKAY ANYWAYS

i appreciate the rwby bunkbed arrangements again on the train ahah GOOD TIMES

oooh? what’s this?? the second Yang speaks Blake perks up??? i like where this is going pls have a Talk together now

ohhh.. Guilt. Wonderful.

ffUCK

Blake stopppp

okay but when weiss and ruby shared a glance tho 

“just my luck” “it’s not yours” oh right Qrow is Unluckiest Uncle of the Year

dont worry blake. black cats arent unlucky in this show

Oh? some of the manticore have manes but the one doesnt?? is the female like the head honcho?

i am sooooooooooo loving weiss’ leggings GOD it looks SO GOOOOOD

“dont let anyone else die” WOW RIGHT AFTER THEY WATCHED THE DUDE GET CHUCKED OFF SHE JUST ASSUMES HE IS DEAD ALREADY OOPS

coulda said that FIRST RUBY LOL

okay i know i have a new fav Grimm every season but daammmn these guys knock the Griffons off the top spot

Ruby’s making an awful lot of promises today hmmmmm im sensing a theme how long’s it gonna take before she cant fulfill one

yes GOOD i like the Jaune/Ren tagteam a lotttt

LMAO WEISS JUST FUCKING PASSES THE GRMM tO RUBY LIKE THEY’RE PLAYING BALL nbd

oH SHIT WHAT IT HAS A CHIMERA TAIL TOO?? i didnt notice that before thats fuckin SICK

vol1 - weiss burns down a forest

vol6 - weiss derails a train

oh hi little old Katara how u doin

OH THE NEW OPENINGGGGG 

the renora

WAIT WHAT WHAT THE FUCK IS THE

WEISS GIGGLING AND RUNNING AWAY AND RUBY PLAYING TAG LIKE SOME CHEESY COUPLE RUNNING ON THE BEACH WHAT IS THIS?? IM LAUGHING

OH MY GOD ROMAN’S HAT?? IS NEO GONNA COME BACK PLS???

i s2g if it’s Cinder laksjdhfksldf

if that last shot of Weiss supporting Ruby is just more BAIT IM GONNA RIOT

THEY’D BETTER MAKE GOOD ON THAT OH MY GODDDDDDDDD

LET VOL6 BE RUBY/WEISS VOLUME PLEASE GOD

we’re off to a good start so pls.... pls let’s keep it up

i’d forgotten how good RWBY could be if the girls were together lol

good to be back for once

[jerseydeanne]

It takes a Brit to play America’s most wholesome, handsome and superhuman superhero. Superman is to the comic world what Winston Churchill is to politics: not necessarily everyone’s favourite but widely acknowledged as the primus inter pares. Umberto Eco said of Superman that he can “be seen as the representative of all his similars”. He is the embodiment of good versus evil, an immigrant bringing light to a new world, the grey man demonstrating that we are more than what’s on the surface, and that we all, no matter how strong, have weaknesses. His is a nifty allegory for everything from the story of Moses to a characterisation of the American Way. His incarnations on screen can be seen as a commercialisation of legend or our unquenchable thirst for a messiah of one form or another.

Henry Cavill isn’t exactly someone who would be passed unnoticed on the street. He has classic striking features, a strong jaw and cheekbones (at this moment slightly masked beneath some stubble for his role in Mission: Impossible 6), Roman statue physique and, unlike plenty of his contemporaries, tall. The same can be said for his entering a room, too. On arrival at London’s best members’ club, Mark’s, where we spent the day talking Royal Marines, rugby, rescued animals and his rakish instincts in the sartorial arts, there was that rare sense you get from men like Henry, who impose without being intimidating, who can find the most uncomfortable person in the room and put them at ease. His arrival with his bear-like dog, an Akita called Kal (after Superman’s real name), helped, of course. While Kal went to get brushed up for his (remarkably photogenic) cameo in our photoshoot, Henry and I took the opportunity to chat.

As you will know, dear reader, the dwindled British empire, which once had dominion over a quarter of the globe, is now made up of randomly dispersed islands. One of the nearest to Britain is Jersey, and this is the ancestral island of our cover star. Jersey has always had a French connection to it, but the Cavill family is aware and proud of its mainland roots. “My parents raised me and all my brothers as British, very British,” Cavill says. “My mother is Scottish and Irish, and my father is English. It has always been a matter of being proud to be British. It isn’t about turning your nose up at the rest of the world, it’s just that we are an island that, despite all the odds, managed to survive all the other empires of history and became the largest empire itself, and has still survived to be a world power. I think my parents just bred it into me to be proud, and I am.” It is an unfashionable stance in a world in which patriotism and racism are too easily linked, where enjoying the Last Night of the Proms or singing the national anthem with gusto is a guilty secret, lest you be sneered at. Cavill’s Instagram account, where he has created interesting set pieces to wish the British and Irish Lions rugby team good luck, shows he isn’t all talk, and all power to him.

Henry credits a strong sense of family, patriotism, and brothers to whom he remains close for keeping him grounded. “I have brothers who will quite happily shoot me down when needed,” he says. “They have always been very straightforward.” Considering one of his brothers is a lieutenant colonel in the Royal Marines, that’s not hard to believe.

Henry went to Stowe, a prestigious and impossibly beautiful public school in Buckinghamshire, southern England. Henry’s time there was troubled. He was bullied and teased, acquiring retrospectively illogical nicknames such as ‘Fat Cavill’. It got worse when (in a particularly naïve quirk of some private schools) his final two years of schooling became co-educational. Here, Henry got a hard lesson in how a convergence of the sexes during adolescence can be a brutal time. “Introducing girls in the last two years is probably the worst thing you can do,” he says. “Focus goes off work and you put boys from a highly stressful situation into an even more stressful situation, which is not good during A-levels.”

It was at this point of the interview that Henry demonstrated his almost pious knack for introspection, saying, “I look back and think, Thank God people were such dicks to me at school, because it taught me an awful lot about people. As soon as the girls arrived — and I was not popular — all the cool guys would tell them I was a knob. All the girls turned on me and then all the guys who were my friends went for the girls. I had a handful of friends but it really surprised me. I was like, ‘Wow, you totally turned on me to be cool, in front of those girls’.” This habit, his self-effacement, cropped up a few times in the interview: later on, when I asked whether fame and appetite for success had helped overcome a sense of not being accepted at school, his response was honest and analytical. “Yes, there is something to do with school, I definitely get a sense of vindication,” he says. “But I have battled with that because that is an ego-based thing, a negative side to the ego that is ultimately doing nothing but destroy.” Here is a man not interested in victimhood or dwelling in pain; rather, growing from it.