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Aries people with Moon in Libra/Virgo can be extremely petty and tend to get jealous easily (this applies to friendships as well). They are very loyal though, and some of the most active, hardworking people you’ll come across.

Libra people are some of the friendliest you can find and are known for their good taste and usually good social skills.

Libra with Moon in Pisces has lots of crushes and falls in love easily (but more times than not with the wrong people, much to their dismay). Is sensitive, undecisive. Can be both giving and selfish at the same time. Needs plenty of time by himself/herself to recharge and get detached from others’ feelings, problems.

Moon in Sagittarius: I cannot emphasise this enough: we absolutely loath showing weakness especially when in a group setting and always want to view the world with the “glass half-full” mentality. The unevolved energies of this placement might have commitment issues beacuse we tend to live life based on principles and have quite high standards when it comes to the people we let it. So when our view of the “perfect” you is shattered it can be quite heartbreaking and we may distance ourselves to study you further or try to forget the hurt you caused us. There is a certain grade of naivety, childlike wonder to this placement which can be infectious to other people. You can make somebody’s day brighter with your words and attitude. You also probably have a very strong moral compass, a philosophical outlook on life and are quite friendly.

The lower energies of this placement predispose to anger (which is expressed differently depending on the house your Moon is placed in; typically it’s more concealed, especially in the beginning), short temper, commitment issues, forgetfulness.

Aries Venus in 12th house: oscillating between shyness and boldness, this native is a mix of curious qualities: fiery passion and flirty banter coupled with increased sensitivity to the needs of his/her partner. Creative, generous, dynamic, there is no dull moment with this native around.

He/She will know how to get to the deepest corners of your soul. He/She is looking for something real, something raw and authentic in you. May not like what he/she finds but wants it nonetheless beacuse it’ll be something special the both of you share.

The lower energies of this placement predispose to escapism, low self confidence, compulsions and difficulties in the dating scene (might start dating late, choose wrong partners or not have strong enough boundaries in relationships).

The higher energies manifest in beautiful, almost self-sacrificing ways: increased generosity and sensitivity to other people, especially children and the elderly, maybe animals too. A certain dreaminess in the way you act, express yourself.

When it comes to making love, you are literal FIRE once you open up and feel ready with the right person. You don’t shy away from new positions, are experimental and might even pull out some sexy lingerie from your drawer (lingerie that nobody else may know about or s*x toys - your secret is safe with me!). Fetishes could be possible but you may not even admit them yourself. 12th house placement could suggest secret love affairs or a special taste for something forbidden. Very careful that you don’t put yourself in situations that disregard your value as a person. Self reflection and journaling could be especially helpful with this position!

Leo Rising: are cool, stylish, proud and regal. Whenever they enter a room you’ll feel a warm and encompassing aura. People notice it and will tend to gravitate towards this native, for good or for worse. Whenever Leo is present, especially in the personal planets, you can expect a certain level of drama and stubbornness. If it’s the ascendant that is in the sign on Leo, the native will have a solid self-confidence, will typically carry herself with much pride and may even be quarrelsome at times. “The queen stands no disrespect” could be their motto. At low expression, Leo rising may continually deny it when they have a problem or refuse to talk about it (mostly out of stubbornness and because they prefer to lick their own wounds and hide them from other people).

Taurus Sun with Cancer Moon: some of the warmest, kindest and most loyal friends you could possibly find. They know the value of the given word, will show up to appointments and will take your secrets to the grave. You can vent to this natives about your problems because they will listen and not be judgmental and will even offer a shoulder for you to cry on.

They are shy at first, especially around strangers but will know to speak up when the situation calls for it. It is perhaps not known about them just how tough they can be. Yes, they may cry easily but will always stand up and move forward. When you annoy they will not only acknowledge it but will also confront you about it. They might not tell you right away that they have a lover for example, even when you are close friends. You ask them why, it’s because “you never asked me yourself”. Truthfully it’s because they value personal relationships and privacy so much. They will not gossip just because they can. And some feelings cannot be simply put to words, they should and could only be shared between the two lovers.

The only low manifestation I see is that they can at times have a very one-track mind, especially if they find an activity they really like. You will ask them 5 times in the span of 2 weeks what they are doing, at different times of day, and they will say “I am dancing” or “I am going riding”. Get the picture?

Gemini with Cancer placements: it can go very different ways, but it will usually lead to a person being very social and having lots of friends and/or lovers. It can lead to “drama queen” behaviour but not always. Native is an emotional kind of speaker and can find common ground with almost anybody. He/She is probably very smart and intuitive. The type of person that will get all the good grades without learning much and will impress almost anybody they meet because of their charm and social skills. He/She could, however, be quite flighty and/or chaotic in everyday life.

When I say the expression of the Moon sign very much depends on the Sun sign, I am not kidding. For example, in case of the Taurus native, the Moon in Cancer amplified his/her “motherlike, feminine” qualities. The two signs felt like they complemented each other. The end result felt harmonious and well-rounded. In the case of the Gemini native, however, it leads to a certain amount of friction, particularly because the signs of Cancer and Gemini have very different manners of relating to life. You can look up the aspects if you want to find out more (I am by no means a professional astrologer only an enthusiast 😆).

At low manifestations it could lead to emotional manipulation, drama queen behaviour, a special taste for quarrelling.

BONUS:

Lilith in the first house: this is not talked about nearly enough - self esteem issues! Lilith being in the house of the self brings a particular type of emotional dilemma, the dilemma of “who am I”. I know it sounds strange, but hear me out. I am sure you’ve already read many other posts that highlight the good qualities of Lilith, until you’ve reached my post, so I will only mention a few: charisma, sex appeal and a mysterious, somewhat rebellious air. It is also said that the native, due to his/her particular kind of aura, will invite partners who will try to tame him/her. I don’t know how true that is, and it is not yet the moment we debate this subject. Perhaps in a future post .

We will talk about the young and naive Lilith who is thrust in this wilderness we call life. She doesn’t know who she is, what she wants and can or cannot do so she stagnates. She observes life and at first tries to be a good girl, always pleasant and accommodating. At first she wants to fit in badly, she want the recognition of others and will do almost anything for it. She needs it like the air she breaths. However, something always happens and her plan never works. Or rather it does, but the price to pay will be exorbitantly high: her whole individuality, her authenticity. But does young Lilith know what’s laying dormant inside her? Being so oblivious of her own authenticity and power, she has nearly lost it completely. She has given in up for someone and now she feels bitter and angry. She has come to a realization. She cannot stand X trait in people(example: dishonesty). Okay, so that means I must be a super honest person or at least value it greatly. Moving on - what’s about loyalty? I think I know something but really am just scratching the surface. Such is the journey of Lilith. A journey of continual self-discovery. It starts with a young, very unsure hero who perhaps is also very naive only to later turn into a determined, empowered, self assured person who will always follow her own path, no matter what other say or do. They will be missteps and perhaps even a few fractures on this journey but it is one only you can embark on in pursuit of the Holy Grail, if you may. At the end of the day, you may realise it has always been inside yourself, hidden, awaiting to be rediscovered and embraced.

Thank you for taking the time to read my post and if you feel you resonate with my writing please leave a comment below and let me know. Would love to chat with you guys.💕

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🌿 Who are the Landvættir?

In norse mythology, the Landvættir are spirits that inhabit nature. They protect it and will drive away or harm those who do not respect it.

Some say that they are tied to a particularly beautiful thing in an area, like a waterfall, a big rock or a tree. Others say that, while they don't leave the part of the land they protect, they aren't bound to a specific place.

The Landvættir are said to be responsible for how healthy and fertile the plants and animals are, that inhabit the space. If the Landvættir are weak, so is the nature around them.

🌿 How can I build a good relationship with them?

Regular Blóts (sacrifices) in the form of food have been a common practice throughout history.

Leave some fruits or vegetables that are safe for the local wildlife outside for the spirits. Handmade offerings from natural materials (carved wood, flower crowns, a song sung by yourself or played on an instrument, or other similar things) are usually welcome too.

Be careful about not using anything that could harm the environment like glue or wood stain.

If you have a garden, be sure about taking care of it well. Plant native plants for pollinators and water them regularly.

If you've done your part for a while, you can ask the Landvættir for help with specific things, like increasing your harvest. Once they help you, don't stop doing all the things you've done before. This is a long term symbiotic relationship.

If you make a mistake and accidentally spill something that's toxic to the environment, forget to take care of your plants or forget to leave out food for the spirits regularly, apologize sincerely and try your best to fix the mistake.

Landvættir are known to be easy to anger if you sabotage their well-being, may that be on purpose or accidental. It is likely that they will retaliate, but don't let that stop you from trying to make it right. Once they realize you're doing more good than you are doing harm, they will calm down again.

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Intresting facts about Saturn 🪐

Edit.

I have to edit this post after so many comments, guys here house is important not the sign, see according to Vedic astrology which house your Saturn is don't consider signs.

Saturn is grief, pain, heartbreaks, sorrow, and detachments in your life.

Saturn is patience and that is why it is debilitated in sign of Mars, that is Aries.

Mars is your impulse, and actions, and Saturn is slow, hence, it is uncomfortable in Aries, while Mars is exalted in sign of Saturn ie Capricorn.

Now, it simply means that, any action that you take without having patience or in impulse it will trigger your Saturn and you will damage, both your Mars and Saturn together.

Saturn first house, your wrong actions will damage your work life.

Saturn second house, your wrong actions will block your manifestations.

Saturn third house, your wrong actions will isolate you and take all pleasures away from your life.

Saturn in fourth house, your wrong actions will spoil your health and personality completely.

Saturn in fifth House your wrong actions will damage all your source of income, money and take your family away from you

Saturn in sixth house, your wrong actions will deprive you from your courage and you will remain stuck in life at one place always.

Saturn in seventh house your wrong actions will effect your peace of mind, gives you mental torture and harm your mother.

Saturn in eighth house, your wrong actions will effect or harm your child and will give you separation from your child.

Saturn ninth house will increase your debt and diseases in life.

Saturn tenth house, your wrong actions will harm your marital life, your wife, and your partner and your business.

Saturn in eleventh house, your wrong actions will harm your life and decreases your life span.

Saturn twelfth house, your wrong actions will harm your father, and your luck itself.

If Saturn is in fire signs one, five and nine, then it is best that you take actions on your desires quickly it will manifest easily.

If you have Saturn in earth signs, two, six and ten, then it is better you sit at one place and perform your duties sincerely, you will get success easily. You should always use your logical mind and do things that makes sense in your task and never get carried by emotions.

You need to have your emotions under your control.

If you have Saturn in water signs, four, eighth and twelfth then always follow your emotions and gut instinct, you will get success for sure, native with above placement should always think about others first then himself/ herself, then your Saturn will bless you, never be logical always follow your instincts.

Saturn in air signs, three, seven and eleven should use your intellect, or intelligence. Move and travel alot, be calculative, think about both parties, both the parties should be satisfied, then your Saturn will bless you in your work.

Saturn is your patience and silence in life, more you suffer in silence or more you be silent towards your critics and avoid gossips, your Saturn will become good.

Mars is your anger and triggers and your actions, when you bring Saturn and Mars together or develop patience in your actions nothing can stop you from sucess ..

Avoid gossips and back biting you are taking away their karma, yes, and let people gossip about you, they are taking your karma. you be silent and let Saturn bless you..

[signfromeywa]

AUNGIA TA EYWA (A SIGN FROM EYWA)

Chapter 07: The impossible task

Description:

Anastasia Novak is a behavioural scientist tasked with socializing a captive Na'vi on behalf of the RDA. The longer she works with the Na'vi and the closer she gets to him, the more she has to rethink everything she thought she knew and redefine her morals and values. Can she just carry on like this, or will she follow her heart?

Content: Rating +18, Avatar fanfiction, human x Na'vi ship, Na'vi captured

Characters: Human OCs: Anastasia Novak, Steven Turner, Patra// Na'vi OCs: Ean'tu,

Word Count: 3.332

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❗️English is not my native language! I apologize very much if it reads a bit bumpy here and there.

I’m a German author and this is the first time I’ve tried to translate a story I’m working on into English and upload it. I still hope you enjoy it.❗

Ana's stomach clenched as she faced the man who was responsible for all this. At least as far as Ean'tu's suffering was concerned. He was the one who held him captive, caged like an animal. There was so much she could have said to him, but instead she gritted her teeth and remained silent. Just one wrong word could determine her or Ean'tu's fate, she had to be careful and swallow her anger.

Mr. Cornett looked at her with an icy expression and his eyes pierced her. He was wearing a fine suit, his hair neatly combed back and his face clean-shaven. She could even smell his strong-smelling aftershave, which stung her nose. Turner had sat back down at the desk and left Ana alone with the boss and with the two soldiers for his protection.

"Dr. Anastasia Novak, very pleased to meet you in person," Ana forced herself to fake friendliness and shook the man's hand.

"The pleasure is all mine." He shook her hand and put on a fake smile. As a behavioral psychologist, Ana immediately saw through his facial expressions and gestures. Without realizing it, she seemed to have already done something to upset him. But she also knew that he would probably refrain from telling her exactly what it was. It was up to her to find out. "I see you're making progress with Sky? I wasn't expecting results so quickly, he's already so tame. You hadn't even told me about it."

Ah ha, that was the problem, Ana heard the subliminal complaint immediately. "I'm very good at what I do, sir, otherwise I'm sure you wouldn't have hired me," she explained, "but you can't call him tame yet."

"And how do you explain that in the isolated room?" He crossed his arms.

"Well, sir, Sky is more complex than initially assumed, he tolerates my presence now, which is important for further cooperation and training, but there is still a long way to go before Sky can be said to be completely tamed." Ana held his gaze.

"What do you mean by complex, Dr. Novak? How much more complex can he be than other animals?"

"Quite a lot, just trust my work."

The man seemed to be examining her closely and considering. A look that Ana couldn't quite interpret. Was he looking for a lie in her words? Because she didn't lie. Ana withheld just a few pieces of information. It was important that she did exactly what her boss expected of her so that Ana didn't lose her job. Only the best were needed here on Pandora.

"Sir, if I could speak frankly," Ana began. Her boss nodded at her. "I'd like to request some circumstance enhancements for Sky. Things for his well-being, to make him feel more at home. He has more needs than a simple dog."

It was a bold request, but if the boss was genuinely interested in Sky, the things Ana was asking for shouldn't be a problem for him.

Her boss looked at her suspiciously. "What things are we talking about here?"

"Clothes, jewelry and materials." she said boldly.

A brief silence followed, during which Ana's pulse increased. Had she said too much, would the boss disapprove? His eyebrow twitched and Ana's face remained rigid as she refused to let him look at her cards.

"Will that help?" asked Mr. Cornett, still slightly suspicious.

"Yes." Ana was sure it would help, not to get Ean'tu used to humans, but to make him more comfortable.

"Then you'll get what you need. Write down what you need and I'll make sure it finds its way to you," he agreed and Ana would have liked to breathe a sigh of relief, but he continued. "I'm actually here to talk to you about something else."

"Of course," Ana put on an interested face and seemed to be all ears.

"I plan to train Sky. Like a guard dog. He shall be trained in such a way that I can take him with me to banquets or other important meetings and that he will protect my life if necessary." he grinned. "Nobody gets in the way of a three-meter tall Na'vi, just imagine the concentrated power."

Ana would almost have stared at Mr. Cornett open-mouthed if she hadn't had a control of gold. What the man expected of her was impossible. Never would Ean'tu protect this man. No matter what Ana would try. Ean'tu hated humans, but most of all he hated the people here, every single one of them. Ana, however, could not possibly refuse. What would Mr. Cornett do to Ean'tu if he found out that his plan was impossible? Would he no longer have any use for the na'vi? Or would he perhaps blame Ana and send her back to Earth?

Somewhat taken by surprise, Ana swallowed. "Sky will have a long way to go before he's ready." she forced herself to answer.

"But it's possible?" her boss wanted Ana to confirm it to him.

"Well, with a lot of work, yes." she lied to his face. On the outside she looked calm, but on the inside she was upset and confused.

"Very nice, that's what I wanted to hear." He seemed satisfied, even pleased. "But don't take too long with it, I want to take him to the next big event."

Ana felt sick to her stomach. The pressure that was building up from her boss's words was immense. It was becoming increasingly clear that she was in an unsolvable situation, a situation that would not end well, no matter how she turned it around.

The ringing of a cell phone interrupted their conversation and it was Mr. Cornett's. Her boss pulled out his cell phone, before answering he turned to Ana again briefly, "send me the list of what you need and keep me informed."

With these words, he took the call and turned away. He left the station with the two soldiers. Then it was quiet and Ana could finally breathe again. A little confused, she found her way to her desk and sank into her chair.

"You look exhausted." Turner had turned around in his chair and was looking at her.

Could she really tell him what the boss had asked? That she had lied without batting an eyelid? Turner was her ally, she had to tell him. "The boss wants me to train Sky like a guard dog."

Mr. Turner's features slipped. "He wants to make him one of his bodyguards? Or how can I understand that?"

"Well, sort of..." Ana propped herself up on the desk and stroked her face with her hands.

"Let me guess... you took the assignment."

"Yes, and it feels terrible to lie."

"Above all, lies have short legs, what do you intend to do? You can't keep up this façade forever and Sky won't let himself be trained... even I know that." Turner looked at her worriedly.

"I don't know what to do yet, let me think about it for a while." It was clear to both of them that there would be no solution, but giving up wouldn't help. "For now, I will continue to work with Sky as usual, teach him our language and deepen our bond with him. There's also some good news."

He seemed interested and raised his eyebrows. "Well, let's hear it then."

"I've been given compromises in Sky's care, I'm allowed to make a list of things I think are absolutely necessary," she explained.

"That's actually good news. I honestly didn't think he would agree to something like that."

"I'm surprised too, but Sky will soon feel much more comfortable, as best he can in captivity." Ana was convinced that she wanted to do everything she could to make Ean'tu feel comfortable.

"In the future, however, you will need a plan for how you want to handle the situation," Turner then said warningly and she knew he was right. Ana just nodded, what more could she say. He turned back to his work and Ana leaned back in her chair, exhausted.

Tired, she looked to the side, towards the room where Ean'tu was. To her surprise, he was standing at the glass, both hands leaning against it, looking at her too. Their eyes met and Ana waved at him with an exhausted smile, but his gaze remained worried. Had he seen her talking to her boss? Did he know this man or was he a complete stranger to Ean'tu? She would not go to the Na'vi again today, Ana was tired. But that was not the only reason. She absolutely had to try to reach her secret contact. Ana had so many questions and, above all, she felt powerless.

"I'm going to my dorm today, I need to wash my clothes and get some new ones," she said to Turner. In fact, this was nothing new, she did it once a week, especially as she was usually on the ward all the time.

"Do that, your back will thank you for sleeping in a proper bed," Turner replied without looking up from his work. "I'll be in touch if there's anything wrong with Sky."

Ana only left the Na'vi behind very unwillingly, but she had to take care of her laundry and it was impossible for her to write to the secret contact here on the station. There was far too great a risk that she would be discovered.

Ana picked up her bag and walked one last time to the window behind which Ean'tu was standing. She put her hand on the glass and looked up at him. With her other hand, she made a gesture of farewell that the Na'vi understood. This way she let him know each time that she had to leave the station for a moment. Ean'tu's sad gaze met hers and he returned the gesture. Then she turned away and hurried to catch the team bus.

Freshly showered, Ana emerged from the small en suite bathroom of her room. She hadn't had the chance to take a long shower on the base and was glad to finally feel fresh again. Already wearing her sleeping clothes, she opened her laptop and sat down in front of it. Now she finally had the opportunity to contact Patra and leave an e-mail for the secret contact. Without hesitation, she wrote to Patra, 'I'm back at the dorm, can we talk?'

She then opened the program, through which she exchanged emails with the Mysterious Contact. They still didn't introduce themselves by name, leaving Ana in the dark. Of course, she had often thought about how risky the contact was and simply trusted them. But she had no other choice. If she wanted more information about the Na'vis, she had to deepen the contact. Because the other side was also cautious. Apparently, they also had to see whether they could trust Ana. Ana only gradually gained more information, which she exchanged with the information about Ean'tu.

The people from the contact wanted to know everything that had to do with him. No matter what progress Ana made with Ean'tu, what she found out, she shared it all in the emails.

Once a week, when she was back at the dormitory, she contacted them and reported back. This had been going on for weeks now.

While she was writing the report she wanted to send to the secret contact, Patra replied and she looked up. Only a fraction later, a call came in.

Ana answered the call. "Good evening," she greeted her only friend on Pandora.

"Good evening, nice to hear from you." Patra gave her a friendly smile through the webcam on her laptop. Apparently she was still at work, because in the background you could see the station where she was currently working.

"Yes, it's good to talk to you too," Ana agreed.

"My goodness, you look pretty exhausted, you must have hardly slept at the base."

"Not very well, at least." The room where the personnel could sleep was a common room where they slept among colleagues and even soldiers and guards. Each with a different shift, it was a constant in and out. On top of that, some people snored terribly. There was always a terrible restlessness in the room, which made it very difficult for Ana to sleep.

"But that's not all, is it?" Patra looked at her with her dark brown, almost black eyes. Her friend had seen through Ana. "What's going on? Something has happened."

Ana sighed loudly and stroked her face. "Our boss was on the ward today. A surprise visit, so to speak, completely unannounced."

"No! What really? And how was it?" Patra stopped what she was doing and turned her full attention to Ana.

"An unsympathetic, sleazy man who has a lot of repressed anger in him." Ana analyzed her boss roughly. "He saw me working with Sky and reacted in a completely strange way. Almost jealous. It all went badly. Turner and I decided to keep our work as secret as possible and the last thing I wanted was for my boss to see us getting close."

Ana buried her face in her hands in shame. What was she talking about? Just thinking about the way Ean'tu had looked at her, the way his skin had felt under her fingertips, made her heart race with excitement. Her boss had to come to the station then, of all times. Such an intimate moment that shouldn't have been so intimate. That was just unprofessional.

"You two got close?" Patra's watchful gaze was on her.

"... Oh nothing, just... Somehow we were so close emotionally. I can't really describe it." Ana could hardly put into words what she felt. Then she remembered what Ean'tu had said to her. "Tell me Patra... have you ever heard a na'vi say 'I see you'? Does that tell you anything?"

Now Patra was highly interested and she sat up straight. "Well... let's pretend I've talked to certain scientists about it and I know it's a greeting within their people, why do you want to know?"

"He said that to me, in his language of course. I had to ask, he said he saw me here." Ana pointed to her chest, where Ean'tu had touched her, where her heart beat. "I think he doesn't have the vocabulary to describe exactly what it means..."

Patra smiled fondly. "There's not much to say, it's more spiritual for the na'vi. He doesn't see you as a figure in front of him, he means you as a person, he understands who you are, what makes you who you are. That's how they explained it to me."

Ana listened and thought about what was said. She liked the meaning. What connected Ean'tu and her was somehow impossible to explain in words, it wasn't tangible or logical. But it was there, and Ana was sure that Ean'tu felt it too. It helped them to trust each other.

"If Sky said that to you, then that's a good thing. He seems to really like and appreciate you." Patra explained again.

"You're probably right and I appreciate him a lot too. I have to admit that he's grown very close to my heart in the time I've spent on Pandora."

Patra nodded. "Of course, you're with him every day and work closely with him, so it's normal that you grow closer together. Besides, you have to remember, he only has you Novak. No one else."

Now that Patra had said it clearly, she realized it once again. Ean'tu could only talk to her. He only got affection, attention and closeness from Ana, no one else. Everyone else treated him like an object. Yet Ean'tu was so emotionally sensitive. He must have been terribly lonely.

"You're right, the good thing is that I was able to convince Mr. Cornett, my boss, to improve Sky's living conditions," Ana said, leaning on the table again. "I'm going to make a list of things I think are necessary, and part of the enclosure is going to be replanted, so Sky got to choose something."

"That's great news! Sky is lucky that you're so committed to him."

"I'll definitely give it my all." Ana smiles.

A glance at the clock reminded her that it was getting late and that she still hadn't finished writing the report she wanted to send to the secret contact. "I'm afraid I have to hang up, I still have a report to write and I wanted to leave straight away in the morning so that Sky doesn't have to be alone for so long."

"Of course, I'll get back to work then too." Patra pointed to a device she was tinkering with. "Sleep well Novak, we'll hear from each other."

"Yes, good night. See you then." Ana hung up and reopened the writing program in which she was typing the report. Fortunately, she didn't have to write too much more, because tiredness was really starting to catch up with her.

As she wrote the report, she reviewed everything that had happened so far. Her thoughts were full of Ean'tu, of Na'vis in general. With all the information she had already learned through the secret contact. She would never have thought that something would take hold of her like this. Every second she had, she was trying to get information or understand new information. She worked out new curricula for Ean'tu so that his English would improve quickly, but also new concepts on how she could progress with him in general.

When she had finished writing the report, she attached it to the email and wrote the message. She talked about the visit from her boss and her helplessness. Ana was just a gear in a big machine. At the moment, she had no choice but to play her role and do exactly what was asked of her. Never before had this triggered a conflict of interest in her. She had always been very happy with her role in society and in her jobs. But the longer she was on Pandora and worked with Ean'tu, the more she changed. Ana began to think, feel and act differently, but was it really because of the moon she now called home? At least for the time being. Or was it because of the Na'vi she was working with?

She couldn't say exactly, but there was a lot she couldn't quite put her finger on. So many thoughts and feelings were running through her mind, so many things she hadn't felt before. It overwhelmed her. Somehow Ana continued to function, although she often had the feeling that she was watching herself over her shoulder.

After expressing her despair about her boss's new plan in the email and asking for advice, she sent the email. She could only hope that the people Ana secretly exchanged emails with knew what to do or perhaps offered her help. Alone, she certainly didn't feel as if she was up to it and knew what to do.

Completely exhausted and inwardly agitated, she closed the laptop and got into bed. Ana clearly needed sleep and she had to process what she had experienced. Even though her thoughts were constantly revolving around her worries, she quickly found the rest she needed and fell asleep.

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8. Warlord

F!WarlordReader

Part 1 / Part 2 /

Yes congratulations for our first episode. Honestly I thought I wrote too much but actually I wrote too little...well done. I lived the scenes so sincerely, that's probably why. Also I had no idea for the first episode but I have a lot of ready ideas for future scenes! So I can say that the series will get better and more fun to read in the future, and will be longer. Or don't expect much anyway!

Honestly if you have an idea for this story or want to chat about it. Feel free to bother my inbox, I'm open to ideas.

Content: It's just plain stupid. It's unclear how the series will progress, other than the basics. But I recommend you give it a shot! It seems like the reader will alone or probably end up with Mihawk or Crocodile. English is not my native language, you understand. Maybe nsfw in the future? If you want. I've never written before.

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The government's plan never included an additional warlord. Until you showed up at sea with the words "I'm a trouble, you're welcome." Yeah even though it wasn't on you, it did indeed say that on the flag of your small boat. You had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, causing major problems before you even had a bounty on your head. You had gotten on the admirals nerves. Yes we know very well which admiral is are. If he hadn't been convinced for desk duties, he would have come and dealt with you himself, but you had been saved by Kizaru without you knowing.

Wherever you went, you were a nuisance. You were not only causing trouble for the government, but also for the pirates. You were a nuisance for both sides. but they had to give you due, you were strong, that's what made you a nuisance. Skilled enough to steal food from the marines ships, agile enough to take the pirates flags in plain sight, brave and crazy. There was no purpose to what you did. You spent the money you earned either in your stomach or gambling like water and you weren't even making any significant progress. Akainu couldn't understand how you could be such a purposeless person while committing so many crimes.

Unlike other pirates you didn't harm the locals in the places you went, except for those who were pirates, sailors or anyone you could consider a rival regardless of gender who could enter with any type of weapon. So much so that some of the locals even opened the door of their houses to you. This led to your reward money being increased in order to scare the people, which resulted in you raiding one of the marinss ships in a fit of rage. You didn't care who was talking to den den mushi, "You're wrong, you're wrong! I didn't do shit all weekend! I just sat there and fished, did my laundry, made flower crowns and stole wine-"

"You…despicable." This angry voice had cut you off. You didn't understand why he was talking so rudely to you.

"My name is not despicable sir, my name is L/n Y/n. Also we are in the new age what is this anger, it's like it's from ancient times hahahaha." Your big smile spread from to mushi, unknowingly making the other person even angrier.

"You doesn't even know who the person you're talking to is you're a stupid woman-"

"Oooo stop stopp! What's this misogyny while I'm not attacking your manhood!? Aren't you ashamed!? Did your mother bring you into this world for free so that you could insult other women-"

"Do you realize you're talking to an admiral right now-"

"That curly-haired hottie?" you said excitedly.

"What...no. I'm Admiral Akainu, you stupid worthless pirate trash."

"Ehh...AHH YOU'RE THAT GUY WHO LOVES WEARING FLORAL SHIRTS AND LOOKS LIKE TEA HOUSE UNCLES! HAHAHAHA I hate you man. You're awfully good at your job." you said, chuckling as you carelessly spilled your words out. So much so that the marines who were lying on the ground unable to get up were shocked and speechless.

However a small silence occurred in front of you with your words. You raised an eyebrow, shouting "Hey?! Don't you dare have a heart attack while talking to me! I don't even have money to pay for the hospital bills-"

"Shut up, woman." Akainu said angrily. "You have a foul mouth than I thought. You're so thoughtless it makes me sick." He said with contempt.

But you weren't impressed. "You're just like my mother, when she had a problem she would always refer it to me. She passed away without seeing a doctor but...what a shame. I loved her cooking. Oh, that one time-"

Den den mushi had closed your face harshly. "Hah?..What is this rudeness!" you said, puffing out your cheeks. You looked at the half-conscious marines on the ground. "Marines have no manners either! Whoever we tell our troubles to, they find something to cover our faces with. There is no humanity left in this day and age!" You let go of den den mushi and stood up from where you had tied your legs. While adjusting your feathered hat you thought, "Why did I call for him anyway..." and left the ship. The marines were relieved to see you go but they didn't have the courage to return to Marineford. No one wanted to taste or hear Akainu's wrath.

At the Marineford far from the ship you had left, Akainu was glaring darkly from under his hat. No one dared to pass his door. That was until Sengoku appeared in the room with crackers and a goat. "Go." Akainu said, trying to make it clear that he didn't want to talk.

"You're the same whenever I see you. I've never seen you happy before." Sengoku said carelessly as he sat down on one of the chairs in front of the table. "So who made you angry again?" He gave some crackers to his goat.

Akainu looked at him with exasperation. "Who else do you think the damn pirates." he said. "Think about me who the Grand Admiral." Sengoku said while eating a cracker. "You know I would give it to you but you're in a bad mood. I don't want your energy to transfer to me."

Akainu looked at him judgingly. That was all the answer he needed. Sengoku continued talking as he emptied the box of crackers. "So who is the pirate that's making you angry? Is he important?" he asked with a knowing look. "L/n Y/n."

"Ahh..that woman who can't walk without getting into trouble." Sengoku said, looking up at the ceiling as if thinking. "So what does she want?"

"Her darned."

"I see. Which ship did she call from?"

"From the 37th Marine Force." Akainu said as he gathered the notes in front of him and put them in his drawer. He was obviously trying to control his anger. "Well then I'll go now." Sengoku said as he stood up and headed for the door. Akainu didn't seem to care about either his coming or his going.

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"P-PLEASE CA-CALM DOWN-" The marine had fallen to the ground with the coconut he had eaten in his mouth. "ARE YOU WANT TROUBLE HAHHHH!? IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR IT'S, I HAVE LOTS OF THEM!" you said while throwing the coconut in your hand in the air.

After calling from den den mushi, you had gone to the nearest island with only the low morale you were experiencing and wandered around without any money. In the end, you had reluctantly chosen nature instead of the city and went to the forest. While you were resting at the top of a beautiful tree, this marine had come and was bothering you. You watched the marine, who had difficulty recovering from the blow of the coconut he ate, got up. Without thinking, you aimed for his head and threw another one. He dodged your attack by thrashing to the side with his arms in the air. "CALM DOWN FUCKER CALM DOWN!"

"I AM CALM DON'T YELL AT ME!"

"YOU ARE ATTACKING ME WITH A COCONUT!"

"WHAT SHOULD I THROW, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT A FLOWER!? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THESE COCONUTS ARE? SOME PEOPLE CAN'T FIND THESE, CAN'T FIND THEM UNGRATEFUL MAN!" you screeched and threw another one. He barely dodged that one too by luck. He quickly took an envelope out of his pocket and threw it at the tree. Or rather, tried. The envelope floated directly to the ground and fell. "You idiot of god... YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PHYSICS!"

"SHUT UP I'M TRYING!" the marine shouted. "DON'T YELL AT ME!" You raised the coconut in your hand, causing him to go into a defensive stance. You said, your lips and face twisting in an inhumane way. "I'LL THROW ANOTHER ONE!" "Whatever you are, you crazy woman-" "You're..." You threw the two coconuts in your hand at him. One hit his shoulder while the other didn't even touch him. You stood up to get down from the tree, but he had already heeled and run away. "DIDN'T I SEE YOURS FACE?! I'LL BE AFTER YOU UNTIL THE END OF YOUR LIFE, YOU SCAMMER, RUN RUN! YOU THINK I WON'T LEAVE YOU ANYWHERE TO RUN-" You fell on your back on the ground when your foot slipped. Your head hit one of the coconuts on the ground. "Ahhhhhhhh- I think I'm dying. This vile dog have one's curse take effect.." you said in pain as you held your head and writhed on the ground. You had hurt your back really badly and you were writhing on the ground, the pain was not going away. "1000 of my brain cells are gone right now....ahh- my backk!" you said in pain, trying to get up from the ground. Thinking about your pain, you absentmindedly chewed your hair that got into your mouth. While you were chewing, your eyes shifted to the envelope next to you. Your hand left your head and reached for the envelope next to you. You couldn't help but groan in pain. "What is this, a white envelope... they have no taste."

You opened the envelope in your hand and read the contents. Your eyes widened with every line your eyes glanced at. Your hand shook for a moment, but you stopped it. The damn government had offered you the position of Warlord. "As if I'd accept."

“Hello?” said the Grand Admiral in front of you, his voice more polite than you thought. You left the voice hanging in the air as you watched the nervous looks of the marines around you as you dove back into the previous ship. “Hello sir I’m L/n Y/n, the Warlord you’ve been dying to meet.”

"Not right away, I just offered to-" You quickly cut off Sengoku's speaking. "Okayy I understand that you are a marinee you have honorr monor, my dear Sengoku but I am not in the mood to see coy right now. Which already," you said, looking at the white envelope in your hand and throwing it on the ground. "If it looked like anything the envelope you gave me. Even a child wouldn't notice it. Luckily I have perfect eyes~" you said, flattering yourself. The marines watch you with strange looks while you puff out your chest . Sengoku grumbled. “I heard in the early report from my men that you attacked with a coconut, L/n.” He said.

Your eyes opened, you waved your hand in the air quickly as ıf he could see. "What me? He misunderstood, I was giving it to him to cool off. He really couldn't get enough. He exploited the tree." you said glancing at the marines. If you don't find that filth later and mop it up, they won't call you Y/n either. You hid your mouth with the back of your hand and whispered. "He broke up with his girlfriend or something, and he was whining like that.." Sengoku sighed patiently. It was obvious why Akainu was angry. In a way he already see you like Garp but you seemed very opposite. "L/n, what do you think about the Warlord offer?"

"Money…ay I mean wow I'm really honored. Who wouldn't want to be the government's dog, am I right?~ Hahaha!" you said with a laugh. You looked at the marines, they silently looking at you. "Laugh up! LAUGH!" They all laughed reluctantly at your shout. You turned back to den den mushi as if you were pleased. "I don't mean to brag but I've been bringing joy wherever I go since I was a kid. My mom said I was a rainbow fairy when I was a kid-"

"If you accept I would like to come to Marineford with the marines and talk this over with you to make it official, L/n." Sengoku said, not knowing how he could stand this conversation any longer. He was expecting an evil pirate who would even challenge Akainu, not a terrible clown.

"Ahh yes, you literally took the words out of my mouth, Mr. Sengoku!~ Ah, but let's keep Impel Down away from the beginning of the relationship, so that we don't get spoiled." You said cheerfully. "Okay." accepting your condition. But contrary to what he thought, you didn't finish it.

"And why is the name Impel Down anyway? I mean, we all know it's at the down, right hahahahah what was the need for such an name-" he had closed your face. Your head slowly leaned forward. "I go to wear mourning…"

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Sengoku looked at you, who was fidgeting with excitement you was sitting across from him. You looked more like a child with too much energy than a pirate. "I have a feeling we'll get along really well." you said, your eyes sparkling like stars with excitement, he could have sworn. He rubbed his eyes. "Yes I hope so too, L/n." he said. "No need for formalities, let's just call Y/n." "No need." "Okay..." you said pouting, your eyes scanning your surroundings.

Sengoku pushed the papers in front of him and handed them to you. You quickly leaned forward and looked at the papers. “These are the agreement papers. You need to look over them and talk-” you quickly cut him off. Your face turned serious. Maybe you were worse than he thought. “Is there a free meal?”

“No?” he said. There was a huge tension between you that he didn’t understand. “What kind of nonsense is this? While your marines eat for free, me? Me? Doesn’t your Warlord get free food?” you said angrily. “You are, as the name suggests,said are Warlord, not our employee.” Sengoku said, frowning at your logic. “At least pay a certain amount of money per day for food." you said. “Well you will definitely earn money on the missions you do, L/n.” he said.

You leaned back in chair. "Of course except to grow asses and give orders, while people stuff throats and dig graves lie in their warm beds and dream, what do you understand about the mental state of a single mother of two? Your only job is to talk nonsense." You said harshly. You had a look that didn’t seem like you were going to back down. But Sengoku didn’t know whether to be surprised by your words or the fact that you had children. It was new information about you. If you had children, he could use it against you.

He folded his hands on the table. “I didn’t know you had kids,” he said in a political tone. Your hands went to your breasts. “This one’s called JeyJey and the other one’s HeyHey.”

You stared blankly at Sengoku, your hands still on your breasts. He hoped what he heard wasn't true. That was his only wish right now. But no the only true thing was that you were completely crazy. You were a cat on a mat that Sengoku couldn't throw out of his door anymore. The kind that got possessed even if he didn't touch it.

And Akainu, whom you met in the hallway when you were making a deal with Sengoku and leaving. No one can describe the chaos that ensued. "Hey what's up buddy-to! You're putting old grannies to shame with your flowery, insect-like attitude!" You were only a moment away from turning into ashes.

Dividers creds: @cafekitsune

[jknerd]

Napoleon of Crime

"Oh, Basil, Basil...~" the sinister professor chuckled, "entertaining me with simple question as in "why", hm~? With the audience here, I don't see a reason why I can't answer that...~!"

He stood from his throne-like chair, still smiling at his lawful adversity, the real imperial guards protecting her majesty. The Scottish toymaker Hiram held his little daughter protectively. And, all who attended for their queen's diamond jubilee witnessed, tensed.

"Tell me, my queen," Ratigan began initially with cordial tone, "have you ever eaten rotten potatoes before?"

Queen Victoria knew what he was implying, eyes widened.

"1845, the year I was born. Humble and poor as everyone used to call me....Padraic. Have you had an experience of EVERY crop and farming goods you worked so hard to grow...only to have it all taken away and spare none to you in return? Only relying on ONE damned thing to eat to live? Have you witnessed flies surrounding the cold, rotten body of your parents?"

The Napoleon of Crime's eyes darkened a slightly bit, but he continued. "Have you ever watched a father being buried under the random soil without proper burial? A mother drinking away in misery feeling sorry for herself until the intoxication robbed her life away? Hunger grows too much you sink your teeth onto TREE or GRASS... OH, what about an experience as a child no less than age 4.....SWEEPING the chimney and within, almost getting stuck and nearly died of suffocation?"

The parents instinctively held their children close as he continued.

"Have you witnessed your childhood sweetheart sewing the leather goods even with all their fingers bleeding behind the gauze? Has no power but to watch her SOLD away to placate old, perverted men's lust?"

His voice then rang throughout the hall. "Have ANY ONE of you had been forced to DENY your ethnicity and identity under excuse of blind loyalty towards this damned nation.... only to become ashamed of what you are, you'd quiver in anger if ANYONE questions your social norms or belonging..."

His henchmen, the low-life ones, growled at the noblemen and the queen with sheer hate.

"Have you ever LOST your job, the only way out to prove your worth and a method to make this society a better one, only because you were not native of Great Britain OR came from "questionable" background the jealous co-workers ACCUSED you of crime you did not commit? Especially, educators... whose sole duty is to make students greater..."

Basil's eye twitched. Ah, yes. A bitter memories of his college years. The irony is this crime lord was once the professor of the same campus he attended. 3 years of perfect rapport between the educator and the student...only to be ruined by the others, despite the detective's youthful year of attempt to correct the wrong. And here they are....

"It seems clear to me, your majesty, that you either learned nothing of this regardless of your...royal upbringing and power...or you were still too depressed of your consort's passing you NEGLECTED your duty as a mother of her empire," Ratigan spat with venom then, "foolish... this empire has been doomed from the start."

The traitors who have sworn their loyalty to Professor Ratigan emerged from their hiding place. Armed.

"This will be your last night, and my FIRST," Ratigan grinned, his red eyes dilated in increased insanity as he cackled, "as new supreme ruler OF ALL KINGDOM."

[sforzesco]

BROTHERS

The river Weser ran between the Roman and Cheruscan forces. Arminius came to the bank and halted with his fellow chieftains:— "Had the Caesar come?" he inquired.​ On receiving the reply that he was in presence, he asked to be allowed to speak with his brother. That brother, Flavus by name, was serving in the army, a conspicuous figure both from his loyalty and from the loss of an eye through a wound received some few years before during Tiberius' term of command. Leave was granted, and Stertinius took him down to the river. Walking forward, he was greeted by Arminius; who, dismissing his own escort, demanded that the archers posted along our side of the stream should be also withdrawn. When these had retired, he asked his brother, whence the disfigurement of his face? On being told the place and battle, he inquired what reward he had received. Flavus mentioned his increased pay, the chain, the crown, and other military decorations; Arminius scoffed at the cheap rewards of servitude.

They now began to argue from their opposite points of view. Flavus insisted on "Roman greatness, the power of the Caesar; the heavy penalties for the vanquished; the mercy always waiting for him who submitted himself. Even Arminius' wife and child were not treated as enemies." His brother urged "the sacred call of their country; their ancestral liberty; the gods of their German hearths; and their mother, who prayed, with himself, that he would not choose the title of renegade and traitor to his kindred, to the kindred of his wife, to the whole of his race in fact, before that of their liberator." From this point they drifted, little by little, into recriminations; and not even the intervening river would have prevented a duel, had not Stertinius run up and laid a restraining hand on Flavus, who in the fullness of his anger was calling for his weapons and his horse. On the other side Arminius was visible, shouting threats and challenging to battle: for he kept interjecting much in Latin, as he had seen service in the Roman camp as a captain of native auxiliaries.

Tacitus Annals 2.10-11

there's a lot going on in there! Arminius switching to Latin is a detail that always makes me feel a deep kind of sadness, especially with how it's preceded by mention of their mother. I wonder what she thought of what became of her sons, on opposite sides of everything but still, inescapably, brothers. even when they want to kill each other. there sure are a lot of fucked up and unhappy brothers around. and Arminius asking about Flavus' injury............I also had a whole thing typed out about the horror of imperialism and colonization and the trauma of assimilation but I think this sets the tone better

Rome's Greatest Defeat: Massacre in the Teutoburg Forest, Adrian Murdoch

and also this, just for fun

(ibid)

this post is already a mile long, so lets add another mile to it: a little scene at the start of their conversation! tfw you go in for a hug and your younger brother who also ended up being taller starts roasting your hair style

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost ⭐ cara.app⭐ko-fi

[kiraastro]

Case Study: Transit Mars-Ketu on Natal Moon

A quick study on transit mars-ketu in leo and how it affects the natal moon.

Huda Mustafa from Love Island USA season 7 has:

Natal sun, mercury in purva phalguni.

She could have leo or virgo moon (no birth time info available).

If you keep up with vedic transits, you'll know we are currently going thru transit mars-ketu in leo.

IF Huda has leo moon, that would mean the current mars-ketu transit is directly hitting her sun, mercury, AND moon. Mangal-ketu hitting the moon is particularly difficult and can ignite volatile emotions. It can also cause one to be angered or irritated quickly. Mars is a fiery graha, and ketu is said to be like mangal but amplified to an extreme level.

Looking at her chandra chart (taking the theory she has leo moon), we see the leo mars-ketu transit sitting in her 1H. Transit rahu sits in her 7H aquarius. Transits to kendra houses will have a huge impact on one's life. This is an excellent position for gaining fame and increasing the number of relations such as business partnerships, entrepreneurships, opportunities etc. It especially benefits those who are self-employed/freelancers and looking to make more connections.

Transit rahu in 7H can also bring a quality of unconventionality and "strangeness" in regards to romantic connections. The partner could suddenly appear in the native's life, and could be foreign in some way. It could also mean you start a relationship with someone who is not your normal type. Other people who look at the relationship could have an attitude of "why are they even together?" (as rahu is unorthodox). There could also be some kind of illusion or "smoke" that clouds the relationship. One must be especially careful when choosing a partner during a 7H rahu transit, because there can be deception or lies from the other person.

Lastly, I took a quick look at Huda and Jeremiah's synastry chart:

Huda has jupiter (natural significator of husband) in rohini.

Jeremiah can have rohini moon (no birth time info).

This indicates that Jeremiah reflects the qualities of what Huda considers as an ideal husband/partner (signified by Jupiter in the natal chart).

⭐︎ミ

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

today's thoughts before passing out: the demon blood plot reading as a metaphoric fear of miscegenation, a result of classic Western tropes told through a Horror framework.

demon blood is a boundary crossing substance, invasive and transformative. Sam violated in the crib functions on one level as a rape metaphor, but its done so through demonic blood coming in to dilute his human blood. the violation then, comes in as a literal theft of identity. his body becomes the literal battleground between two forces - the domestic world of his family vs. the invading, monstrous outsider. Azazel snatches and preys on civilised children from the crib as a means of recruiting them to his tribe army, literally corrupting them on a bodily level, claiming them from their blood families as his own. and the more demon blood Sam drinks, the less 'human' he becomes (the less of his family's blood in him). Dean's anger over Ruby also ties into Sam's sexual relationship with her, of which the blood drinking is a component. the blood drinking is especially transgressive because it echoes deep-rooted settler colonial anxieties, expressed through the language of pop culture - fears over losing one's blood, family, and identity to a savage Other.

(4.04)

(4.21)

what got me started on this line of thinking was a recent rewatch of John Ford's The Searchers (1956), a movie so ingrained in the modern American cultural mythos that nearly every first year cinema studies course makes it required viewing lmao. it's a subversive Western, concerned with exploring the porous boundary dividing white settler communities from Native American communities, the defining line between the 'civilised'/'uncivilised', the colonial subject and the savage. it was released during an era when America was grappling with undoing laws around racial segregation, and reflects those anxieties through classic American mythology.

so. Sam is a modern interpretation of Martin and Debbie from that movie, and Dean is a modern variant on its leading anti-hero, Ethan Edwards (rather John is our initial Ethan figure, but we spend most of the show with Dean, who takes on his mantle). just to emphasise the connection between the show and this movie - Star Wars heavily references it, and Kripke's always been explicit about this show's two leads as Luke Skywalker and Han Solo. well, i'd argue this show definitely owes more to The Searchers than Star Wars does!

Martin is Ethan's adoptive nephew of partial Cherokee descent, made an outsider to his family, by his uncle, at the film's outset due to his blood. he joins his uncle on his revenge mission after a Comanche tribe destroys their home and steals his adoptive sister - Debbie. this mission becomes his coming-of-age journey into rugged frontier manhood, as much as it is his path towards integration into white, 'civilised' society.

the protagonist of the film is Ethan, a soldier who gets consumed by his seven year long, bloody, vengeance-fuelled quest to recover his niece. when he finds Debbie, however, to his dismay he discovers she's no longer the 'pure' innocent he remembers. upon finding out that she's married to the tribe's chief - he literally disowns her as his blood kin, and at one point, even tries to kill her. Martin becomes the one to save her from his uncle's shot and the one to convince her to return home. he later convinces Ethan to recommit to rescuing her, and he ends up doing so.

(15.17 - Sam over s4 functions as a Debbie figure, but Jack also takes up her role. Dean disowns him as Ethan disowns his niece)

over the movie, we see Ethan descend into ever increasing violence and 'wildness', grown closer to his enemy after years spent on the frontier, hunting them down. Martin gets to go home, his civilising mission completed as he marries into a white family. Ethan though, stands at the threshold in the iconic concluding shot below. he's been transformed by frontier violence to the point he no longer belongs to the domestic, civilised world. he wanders back out into the desert, alone.

(1.14)

anyways. Supernatural owes so much of its dna to the classic Western, and to this movie in particular. what The Searchers was to collective white American anxieties over desegregation in the late 50s, this show was to collective white American anxieties over multiculturalism at the new millenium, in the wake of 9/11. Sam's demon blood is a critical defining line between him and his brother, as Martin's mixed race status is the defining line between him and his uncle. 'monstrosity' on this show metaphorically stands in for savagery; one brother gets thrown out onto the frontier, a journey towards 'taming' his own nature. and another brother drifts further and further away from civilised society the longer he spends fighting at the frontier, protecting civilisation from its monsters. 'blood don't end with family' comes to a screeching halt when it addresses the prospect of monstrosity. what is demon blood standing in for on this show? what does a monster represent, truly? who gets to step over the threshold into civilised society, and what is the price of that acceptance?

[thecoiledserpent]

hi,🐰 I want to ask you about food theory around Indian culture. Eating non veg or not . Because I can't grasp my mind around it. Why would say one cannot eat certain food . There has to balanced. I am not talking about cow or pigs but meat , chicken and fish. And don't we relate taurus with meat?????

Please 🎀

hi! well actually the debate about non-veg or veg is majorly among the hindus and it's not an indian thing as such, many non vegetarian dishes are native to india. hindus, in particular, abstain from it.

there are three major reasons:

meat, onion, garlic and wine or drugs of any sort are of tamasic guna or impure or unholy nature. they increase laziness, anger, lust and greed while reducing the wisdom and sattva guna, or the positive qualities of a person.

that which lives is of krishna, or achyuta, or lord vishnu. even a worm, an ant, an unmoving tree or a fish or bird belongs to him and all that he creates has a right to live. we, as humans, are not given the right to kill these innocent beings for any purpose.

karma; every action, good or bad, comes back to you. animals cannot speak, but they can feel fear, anxiety, anger and hate. when we kill them, they express these negative emotions towards us which comes back to us in the future.

just as the christians have their bible, hindus have the geeta as their code of conduct. geeta, or bhagvad geeta, is essentially a guide to life and spirituality. geeta was narrated orally by lord krishna to arjuna in which he told arjuna about the way of living, the nature of death and the atman (soul), and spirituality and peity towards gods.

while various other hindu texts talk purely about knowledge (you could call them ancient encyclopedias or books), the bhagvad geeta is a summary of human life and guides the person on how to live.

now, in bhagvad geeta, lord krishna explains to arjuna the influence of food on the human body and mind, as in the following verses:

Bg 17.7 — Even the food each person prefers is of three kinds, according to the three modes of material nature. The same is true of sacrifices, austerities and charity. Now hear of the distinctions between them. Bg 17.8 — Foods dear to those in the mode of goodness increase the duration of life, purify one’s existence and give strength, health, happiness and satisfaction. Such foods are juicy, fatty, wholesome, and pleasing to the heart. Bg 17.9 — Foods that are too bitter, too sour, salty, hot, pungent, dry and burning are dear to those in the mode of passion. Such foods cause distress, misery and disease. Bg 17.10 — Food prepared more than three hours before being eaten, food that is tasteless, decomposed and putrid, and food consisting of remnants and untouchable things is dear to those in the mode of darkness.

COMMENTARY ... Nature has designed the human body to be vegetarian. Human beings do not have long canine teeth as carnivorous animals do, or a wide jaw suitable for tearing flesh. Carnivores have short bowels to allow minimal transit time for the unstable and dead animal food, which putrefies and decays faster. On the contrary, humans have a longer digestive tract for the slow and better absorption of plant food. The stomach of carnivores is more acidic than human beings, which enables them to digest raw meat. Interestingly, the carnivorous animals do not sweat through their pores. Rather, they regulate body temperature through their tongue. On the other hand, herbivorous animals and humans control bodily temperature by sweating through their skin. While drinking, carnivores lap up water rather than suck it. In contrast, herbivores do not lap up water; they suck it. Humans too suck water while drinking; they do not lap it up. All these physical characteristics of the human body reveal that God has not created us as carnivorous creatures, and consequently, meat is considered impure food for humans ...

Meat-eating also creates bad karma. The Manu Smṛiti states:

māṁ sa bhakṣhayitā 'mutra yasya māṁsam ihādmy aham etan māṁsasya māṁsatvaṁ pravadanti manīṣhiṇaḥ

“The word mānsa (meat) means “that whom I am eating here will eat me in my next life.” For this reason, the learned say that meat is called mānsa (a repeated act: I eat him, he eats me).”

Lord Krishna proceeds to mention that all people who understand that an unmoving tree, a small ant, a fish, a docile cow, a lovely parrot and even another human being is equivalent to himself is very precious to him.

Bg 12.13-14 — One who is not envious but is a kind friend to all living entities, who does not think himself a proprietor and is free from false ego, who is equal in both happiness and distress, who is tolerant, always satisfied, self-controlled, and engaged in devotional service with determination, his mind and intelligence fixed on Me – such a devotee of Mine is very dear to Me.

once again, dairy products are alright bcs you aren't killing an animal or hurting them for it. in fact milk, clarified butter, butter, cottage cheese etc are all said to be our deities' favourites.

note that, however, krishna or no hindu text says 'Don't eat meat.' no hindu text or verse is like that; they only serve to tell you about the consequences of your actions so that you know what you're doing before you go on to do it. fairly insignificant considering i just spoke of the words of krishna, but my personal opinion stands that fresh fruit and vegetables are quire unbeatable. have three nice apples in the morning and nothing else and you wont feel drained until 12.

as for a balanced diet, tbh pure food, like pure milk, fresh fruits and vegetables etc are all rich in vitamins, minerals and proteins and are usually enough to sustain the body but you cant even find fresh stuff or pure milk nowadays 🤦‍♀️packaged milk is not the same as freshly taken milk from a cow, so it doesn't have that much effect,

i wont go too deep into this, but in our culture things like amla, neem, haldi, chia seeds, jeera, cinnamon etc are very commonplace. like neem is the healthiest thing you can eat, it literally eradicates all impurities from the body. you wont actually need anything else and you'll really feel well. but i do understand that these things wouldn't be available that commonly in foreign countries so i don't mention it too much.

now, like if say you're from a very isolated region in the world where proper nutrition can only be derived from animals and by eating their meat, then such a person will be more exempt from their sin then someone who willingly ate meat when they could avoid it. although ofc, you can't ever run away and eventually things come back, regardless of limitations, lack of knowledge or simply bad luck.

i'd like to end this with another verse from the geeta:

BG 18.63: Thus, I have explained to you this knowledge that is more secret than all secrets. Ponder over it deeply, and then do as you wish.

[lin-ay]

English is my third language, German my first and Russian my second. I’m going to try and involve the languages into the story. That doesn’t have to mean that the reader is German or Russian, it just means that they speak more than just English! Tho the reader will not be born in an English speaking country. If the reader speaks in their native language it will be written like this: “{Hi!}”

~Pretty Girl~

Part 1; Part 2

Last time:

“Pretty sure, everywhere we go I see her making heart eyes at (Name) and I even overheard her telling her friends how (Name) smelt so good like vanilla and she also said she wished she could see underneath what was clinging to her delicious curves.”

Now:

Damian, Mia and Jon split up, searching the whole house for (Name) and Lara. Damian was searching upstairs, Mia asking people downstairs if they saw them leaving and Jon was searching outside in case they were going to leave.

Damian opened every door with so much force he himself was surprised that the door didn’t fly off.

He didn’t know why but this feeling in his stomach wouldn’t go away. He didn’t even know (Name) but her smile, the way her soft, plump lips stretched into a smile, her eyes shining her personality being like the weather, it can be calm, beautiful, warm and bright but it can also get stormy and cold, dark. She smelled like vanilla and coconut, it suited her just like the gold jewelry she was wearing.

Her hair looked so soft and it smelled so nice too. He wanted to hug her kiss her forehead and melt into her warmth.

His thoughts were cut short when be heard a thump and a small cry.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

(Name) and Lara were making out, naked. (Name) has a weird feeling in the back of her mind but she pushed it away, thinking it’s because she hadn’t had sex for a while.

Lara pulled away and grabbed something. It was her handbag, she searched for something.

“What are you searching for?” (Name) lays fully naked on the bed sweat covering her skin. She looked majestic under the moonlight her soft, glistening hair and golden jewelry making her look like she wasn’t from this earth.

Lara piled out a syringe filled with some kind of blue liquid.

Lara was standing with her back towards (Name). “You know I have been watching you for a while. The way you dress, the way you walk, what you want to study, how you do your make up, when you wake up, when you go to sleep and more.”

(Name) felt the nauseous feeling growing.

“Oh really…”

Lara finally turned around she walked towards the naked girl on the bed.

“Yeah, and now you’re all mine.”

(Name) could feel her heart beat increasing, she let out a scream, hoping someone would notice. She should have informed Mia that she was going with someone. She felt stupid and disgusted.

Lara was now crawling on top of her, (Name) tried to shove her off but it didn’t work. (Name) again tried to scream for help she was crying, her first year of college didn’t even really start and she was already in the hands of some lovesick stalker.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Damian ran towards the door were he heard another cry, he slammed the door open and saw the Lara dressed in nothing but her bra and Panties. It seems like she only threw them on, her bra still open and her panties inside out.

(Name) on the other hand was completely naked and he could feel his anger growing when caught sight of the syringe in Lara’s hand. Without hesitation he threw a punch towards her face, knocking Lara out.

He quickly threw a blanket over Lara, as she was half naked. But his attention didn’t linger on Lara, he turned towards (Name), who was a crying and sobbing mess, she quickly cradled the blanket towards her covering her naked body.

Damian grabbed the syringe and put it in his pocket, he wanted to see what it was exactly.

His attention was now fully on (Name) and with every sob she let out, he regretted leaving the league, if he was still an assassin he could have killed Lara with no hesitation and without getting a lecture from his father about morals and whatever.

Damian sat himself on the bed, he wanted to hug but quickly realized (name) was still naked.

He looked for her clothes but noticed that either they were ripped or to short, Damian pulled of his button up shirt, wearing a top underneath was a good idea. He gave (Name) the shirt, who was still under shock not even fully realizing that Damian was now Stiftung in front of her.

“Here, put that on I’m gonna call Jon and Mia, ok?”

Damian’s soft voice rang in her ear as she slowly grabbed the shirt he was holding out for her. Her hand touched his and Damian quickly noted how soft her hand was compared to his rough, calloused ones.

(Name) mumbled a small thank you. Damian nodded he turned away, hearing the soft ruffles of the bed sheets. He quickly texted Jon that he found (Name) and told him to ask Mia if she had some clothes (Name) could borrow. He turned towards Lara, who was still unconscious and looked around for something he could use to tie her up in case she woke up.

He found some kind of rope and tied Lara’s wrist together.

“I’m finished.” (Name)s shaky voice broke his heart, he turned around and walked towards her. She was still shaking and glanced towards Lara a few times, the fear being visible in her eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay she is unconscious and there’s no way I’m gonna let something happen to you, okay?” Damian reassured her.

(Name) was surprised at his soft voice remembering his cold voice from their first meeting just hours ago.

Damian didn’t know what to do, he never was good at consoling people, so he did what came to his mind. He opened his arms slowly and (Name) crashed into his arms, hearing could feel his skin getting wet from her tears and he could feel her shaking.

Damian closed his arms around her, he was rocking back and forth.

They sat on the bed for another 5-10 minutes waiting for Jon and Mia to arrive.

Part 4

[kaisa-ryo]

— who apologises first during an argument?

jujutsu kaisen

characters: itadori yuji, megumi fushiguro, satoru gojo, inumaki toge, sukuna ryōmen

tw: english isn’t my native language! + this is my very, very old work, so there may be mistakes or complete nonsense :)

Itadori Yuji

It's obvious: Itadori. It's not that he thinks he's wrong, but... he feels bad inside. He would, too. He thinks that a girl's delicate heart is worth more than his pride. Bitter as it may be, he's probably right. The moment he decides which is more important, he remembers a saying he heard once from a respected person: "There's only one absolute value in the world, and that's the soul—in the truest sense of the word." That was his grandfather. Maybe he wasn't like that himself, but he clearly wanted his grandson to be like that.

Itadori thought that repentance comes when you stop wanting things to be a certain way, and realized he actually wasn't very sorry. On the contrary, he felt even more guilty. Even the fact that he's an adult, that he controls everything and knows his goal, it was hard for him to accept. This pressure increases when he realizes that he might accidentally release Sukuna in a fit of anger. And we all know how easily he can ruin everything.

But from the outside, it looks much funnier — Yuji looks at you with puppy-dog eyes and begs her to go with him to another boring movie tomorrow. But in reality, this is just a mechanical reaction to the childish imitation of an adult male instinct, an attempt to extinguish his own inner protest and find a convenient alternative. Still, Itadori realized that's pretty much how all adult wolves behave — by imitating children.

"Please, y/n, let's go see the second part of 'Man-Moth' tomorrow," the guy whined softly. "I really want to see it... Maybe you'll eat something? Have some pineapple?"

Itadori Yuji is a prime example of a big child in a relationship.

Satoru Gojo

This blond stubborn clod is all muddled and unbearable. He only apologizes when he has something in mind. But how often does that something appear in the mind of a person who constantly behaves like a dummy who can't tell himself anything smart or important, because he's afraid to interrupt the thoughtful, time free of petty concerns? Anything he says turns out to be a mere repetition of the same gestures.

"It's your fault. You could've kept quiet, and that's it. You're nice to her, and she's nice to you," Satoru mumbled, smiling skeptically and cleaning up after another serving of ramen.

"What do you know about people, Gojo!" you replied with a pained grimace, looking at the man's peaceful face, which she accidentally caught with one of her non-verbal scans, during which he, opening one eye, looked at her with bewilderment.

"I understand everything, y/n, everything," Satoru mumbled, putting the plate in the sink, "You just don't want to think that you can't trust people at all. And I understand you on that."

Yes, after all these words, he won't even come and hug you, but even without hugs, it gets easier, and you don't get so angry at him anymore. It's not every day you hear words of understanding from your beloved eternal child. Especially during arguments, these words become a real treasure. So it's precisely these insightful speeches that are the most sacred. Because he doesn't talk to anyone else like that. And you knows this perfectly well.

Megumi Fushiguro

Oh dear, he's so sure he's right that he almost never sees beyond his nose. But he's a great listener.

Whenever you try to tell him through tears that he's wrong, he just sits there in silence, looks at you, and smiles as if you're giving him compliments. And it usually doesn't end with him just looking at your eyelashes; it continues with a whole mix of eye movements to his ears and back. After a long monologue, you suddenly stop talking and feel that he isn't listening at all.

"So, are you finished?"

he asks. You nod, feeling that you're about to cry. Then he raises his eyes to you and looks at you with a long, attentive look. There's no meaning in his eyes. And in general, this is the look not of a living person, but rather of a robot.

Inumaki Toge

He doesn't seem to be reading anything at all. You stop mid-sentence, and your emotions pour out in a sigh, through your sobs. He doesn't say anything, he just looks at you, and you feel like he's simply pausing. You don't know what he's trying to say, but you try to apologize, although it's completely pointless. He quietly gets up from the table and approaches you. You feel the warmth of his hand touching you - and you know he's going to try to comfort you now. But instead, he starts some strange movement with his fingers in front of your face. You feel something very much like a tickle. Then he brings his fingers to your face and begins to gently wipe away the trails of tears. You flinch in surprise, and he begins to smile.

Of course, you have this kind of relationship, where your heart beats somewhere in the background, but you can't tell him about it because both of you, in your minds, remain in another reality. For you, it's a fleeting emotional experience, for him it's an eternity.

This sweet, reserved young man never allows himself to lose control of his emotions or to imagine himself as a heartless animal who would deny that you are hurting and uncomfortable. No, he just waits for your happy exclamation, followed by the long-awaited touch of his hands and lips to yours. And here the most important thing is that your dear one remains within the framework of conventions. Otherwise, you won't see how he risks everything.

And most importantly, he will never allow himself to use his magic on you at such moments. Never in a million years. No.

Besides, you can't resist his innocence yourself, even though he's far from a child in reality. The next time your sweetheart decides to make an open declaration of love, don't be afraid to understand him and accept, because he openly and honestly talks about his feelings, and doesn't hide them under a veil of lies. After all, he knows how you feel about him, and he's incredibly happy that you'll never reject his revelations.

Ultimately, whether out of fear of being under his control, or out of pity for him, you're the one who has to apologize.

- Tuna...

- God, how can I even be mad at you?! - you exclaimed indignantly, realizing that you had been acting like a real possessive person all this time. - Why can't you just say "yes" simply and clearly?

- Salmon!

Sukuna Ryōmen

You.

Firstly: why do you think a powerful demon is obliged to apologize to you?

Secondly: who are you to accuse him of anything?

Simply put, you apologize to him not out of conscience, but out of the thought that it would be good if he would back off and stop ruining your life in the most disgusting ways. If you know that he doesn't really hear you, but only experiences the state he's in when he utters the simplest and most vulgar phrases, then you can say nothing at all. But if you feel that he's saying the very words you really need, you're not apologizing, you're convincing yourself that he couldn't have acted any other way. You can consider this a rational use of free will. Just like you do homework in geometry.

Otherwise, he'll just throw insults around until he hears the words of remorse from your lips.

Putting on headphones, abstracting yourself from the outside world, you began to cry quietly into the pillow, either from the realization that you were dating such a disgusting animal, or from the realization of your helplessness before him. During this emotional break, you carefully analyzed everything related to Sukuna and your relationship, as if trying to find some reason for your unhappiness. Suddenly, when you were ready to burst into tears, you felt the presence of the only demon you knew at the entrance to the room.

- God, you're such a pathetic creature! - his voice was full of indifference and disgust. - I'm starting to understand why you were a virgin before me.

How his narcissistic ambition annoyed you. How you wanted to hit him, to suffocate him with a pillow.

[grokebaby]

[Present day]

The "Case"

"Nyevilicus, we need to talk." Mewmew said, entering the room. Something about ms presence held a seriousness that Evie didn't like, but alas. It must be important if ms bothering-err interacting with them. Truth be told, Mewmew and Evilicus had been floating quite far from each other lately despite living in the same house. After Evilicus' return, and the initial confrontation it brought, things had sort of settled.

"Very well.. I'm listening." they said, reserved, sitting down. The kitchen was dim with the orange of sunset coming through the cracks in the curtains. Dusk being one of the most frequent times they happened to interact at all, seeing their differences in daily rhythm. That, or their differences of native planets..

"So, please understand that iyam coming to you about this with good intentions, I only want what's the best for everyone, alright? Please hear me out til I've finished speaking. I have nyour best interest in mind as well." Mewmew started prefacing ms future statement, and suddenly it all felt heaps more frightening than before. Evie will have to prepare to swallow more now. Perhaps it was about time, after some of the revelations they'd had earlier.. Maybe it'll be good. But it'll certainly sting.

"Okay.. I'm ready, then.."

"Alright, good. Good! Um." Mewmew tapped ms paws on the table. Mews expression became sort of.. Gentler. Something about it made Evie's stomach drop, and they couldn't explain why. They must've done something wrong. "So, I wanted to just say that if you ever need.. Support, for dealing with your emotions, or.. Ways to manage them constructively.." Oh, now it's just embarrassing. They shrunk further into their armor, but kept listening nonetheless.

"Please, just let me know. Okay? I've dealt with these things too, and it.. It'll help you feel better too! I assure you. I'm nyat here to judge you, I'm not enrolled in the alliance, okay, everything here is just everyday business. Nyalright?" Mewmew concluded, ears slightly drawn back. Was that a good sign? It feels like ms holding something back.

Evilicus only nodded.

Mewmew seemed relieved. To some extent.. "Alright. Alright, good! Thank nya for listening. I'm proud of you. Just, please leave the livestock alone, it's very important to the humans living here."

...

......

".. What?"

"Mrrp?"

"What do you. What livestock? You mean earthly animals?"

Mewmew looked like m braced mself for something for a second, as if m wanted to sigh. "Nyou.. Know what I'm talking about.."

There was an increasing silence between them, as they looked between each other. Evilicus glanced around the room, as if the answers would magically spawn out of something. Anything?

".. What?"

"...."

"....."

"Evilicus." Mewmew said, though firmly, now with increasing emotion in ms voice. Evie couldn't really tell what it was, but hoped not anger, nor disappointment. Still reeling from the sudden comeuppance of unknown conversation topics, Evilicus scratched their face. "I uhm.. I really don't know what you're talking about here.. S..sorry.." their voice grew smaller and smaller towards the end. Mewmew shot them a look, as if in disbelief, although parts of it had to be some form of discomfort. "Ih-"

Mew took a breath in. "The farmers in this town have reported.. Increasing cases where their livestock - like, sheep, cows.. Have been.. Killed. They suspected wild nyanimals at first, but.. The livestock wasn't really eaten that much and.." Mew grew uncomfortable.

".. And?"

"And the cases were just starting to look more.. Like.. Brutalized. And it-" Mew breathed out heavily, fidgeting. "It doesn't look like anything a wild animal could do. Anymore.." m concluded, now facing Evilicus razor sharply in the eyes. "I wanted to come to you about this.. Fairly. In a fair manner. Which is why I brought up the-the managing of feewings, and-"

"And so, wait, you think.. You think I did this?" Evilicus put their hand on the table, their whole presence tense.

"-Out of anger, or vengeance maybe, something, I don't know but we can talk about it-"

"I did not do that. What reason do I have to take my emotions out on animals? Nor the townspeople?? And on another note, I've barely left this house since coming back!" Evilicus stood up from their chair, blood racing under their skin. They could hear it clearly, echoing off the metal. Mewmew stood up as well, partway, putting ms paws up defensively. As if pacifying a frightened animal.

"I said we can talk about this, Villy, if you did do it-"

"I DIDN'T."

Silence fell between them once again. Oh, this is way worse than what they could've anticipated. Doing something wrong and being told about it gently? Sure. But hearing something bad happened and immediately assuming blame on Evilicus themself? Decrepid.

It's not that Mewmew wouldn't be valid to doubt the moral of their actions - it's plenty understandable. No, what's terrifying about this situation is that it's just plausible enough to blame on Evilicus. And knowing their history, they really, Really don't have enough alibi to prove otherwise.

A cruel twist of fate.

It's almost.. Too convenient. Isn't it.

Evilicus swallowed.

"Look, I know you don't have.. Much, to trust me on my word yet," their voice trembled, heat flashing their forehead. "But I swear.. I've not left this house. I've not spoken to anyone but you. Nor seen anyone. But you. Ever since I returned." they continued, feverishly, feeling the seconds tick by, feeling how their dark and dingy heart was now resting soft, still beating, on Mewmews paws. Their only grace, only mercy, only other person in this cosmos right now.

And they cannot lose it.

Mewmew looked between their eyes, as if searching - desperately, for something. For a shred of trust. For a bit of patience within mew. To believe this, and walk the path m set on when deciding to do all this for Evilicus at all.

Those few seconds were the longest of their life.

Mew sighed. "Alright.. I believe you. I'm sorry. It's just.. It worried me, and I.. Sorry." Mew blinked a few times, leaning back on ms chair. And it's no wonder mew seemed defeated by this, because if they chose to believe Evilicus instead of the rest of the scene, they'd both have to grapple with the next question.

Who's doing this?

[littlefeather-wolf]

“No, not even for a picture”: Re-examining the Native Midwest and Tribes’ Relations to the History of Photography at U-M's Clements Library

Wa-Kan-O-Zhan-Zhan (Medicine Bottle)

Carte de visite, 1864

Wa-Kan-O-Zhan-Zhan, or Medicine Bottle, was a Sioux wicasa wakan, or holy man, who stepped away from that role to defend the Dakota way of life in the rebellions. After the uprising, Congress called for the removal of all Sioux from Minnesota, leading Medicine Bottle to flee to Canada. Two years later, he was found, drugged, and brought as a prisoner to Fort Snelling, Minnesota, where he was tried for his participation in the 1862 uprisings. He was executed three years after the initial trial. This photo was taken shortly before his death.

Marpiya Okinajin (Cut Nose)

Joel E. Whitney

Carte de visite, 1862

Marpoya Okinajin (pronounced: Mar-piy-a O-kin-a-jin) was also known as Cut Nose or He Who Stands in the Clouds. His vibrant life was filled with stories of hunting, fighting, and womanizing. Cut Nose’s distinctive name is credited to John Other Day, who allegedly bit off a chunk of his nose during a fight. During the Dakota War, Cut Nose fought to restore Santee Dakota sovereignty in Minnesota and is remembered for his leadership and brutality in the uprisings at Fort Ridgely, Minnesota. He was ultimately executed for his violence against settlers on December 26, 1862. After his death, William Mayo, a founder of the Mayo Clinic, exhumed Cut Nose’s remains to use for science experiments, keeping his bones for over a century and a half. The eagle feathers appearing in this photo were likely retouched into the photo after it was taken.

This review was originally published December 3, 2020; after the jump, we've included a video interview with the curators published on AADL.tv on November 15, 2021 as part of 30 Days of National Native American Heritage Month.

As I look out over a pond that's rippling gently from snowfall, the pine trees and fields covered in white, I'm writing this post in my Christmas-light-bright house, which rests on Bodéwadmiké (Potawatomi) land ceded in a coercive treaty.

A version of the above sentence is also what begins “No, not even for a picture”: Re-examining the Native Midwest and Tribes’ Relations to the History of Photography, an online exhibition produced by two University of Michigan students with Native American ancestry for the William L. Clements Library. Lindsey Willow Smith (undergraduate, History and Museum Studies; member of the Sault Ste. Marie Tribe of Chippewa Indians) and Veronica Cook Williamson (Ph.D. candidate, Germanic Languages and Literatures and Museum Studies; Choctaw ancestry, citizen of the Chickasaw Nation) used materials in the Richard Pohrt Jr. Collection of Native American Photography to explore ideas of consent, agency, and representation. 

“No, not even for a picture” feels succinct in its presentation—there are around 50 photos and documents—but its impact was enormous on me. I think it's because I've felt a combination of increased empathy and anger during a year that's been an unmitigated disaster for nearly all but the wealthiest Americans, with minorities, including Native Americans, being hit with a disproportionate amount of suffering during the pandemic—as they did pre-Covid, too. And as the world struggles to recover from the pandemic, it's a certainty that the urgent issues minorities face, such as the ones highlighted for Native Americans in this exhibit, will be pushed to the back burner.

Oglala Chief Red Cloud’s wife Pretty Owl is seated on a bed with an embroidered quilt. The wall decorations include an American flag, framed Christian images, a silver concha belt, a copy of The Ten Commandments, a Japanese katana sword, and what appears to be a Hindu or Buddhist statuette. Taken in 1891 by George E. Trager at Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, South Dakota.

What struck me most while looking at these photos of the Anishinaabe people—from the Great Lakes region and stretching through the upper and far West of North America—was how they were routinely offered incentives from the government but always in the form of unequal treaties that were then torn up almost as quickly as they were written. Grift is written into the core of America's creation, and exploiting indigenous peoples, slaves, and immigrants helped build this nation. Yes, great ideas about equality were written down in America's Constitution, but they were rarely acted upon for those who weren't white men in the ruling class. As Europeans entrenched themselves in North America, Native Americans increasingly lived under feudalism and saw their lands divided into fiefdoms as the various tribes were physically crushed together into smaller and smaller areas—and sometimes moved to different regions entirely—only to be exploited again and again as the federal and local governments broke promises as easily as twigs and with just as much remorse. 

This precarious state of existence left some Great Lakes Native Americans from the “Three Fires” of the Anishinaabe—Ojibwe, Odawa, and Potawatomi—open to exploitation, whether it be their lands being "bought" for almost nothing, or having their photos taken against their will to show a slack-jawed nation that wanted to gorge on "otherness," which is a form of dehumanization when those people aren't thought of as equals but rather as sideshows or savages who needed to be civilized. Some Natives went along with that program, too, taking up Christianity, or willingly posing for photos in European wear—or half-Euro, half-Native outfits—while many others were forced into this situation, such as groups of Indian children being rounded up and sent to boarding schools.

“No, not even for a picture” is broken up into seven primary sections: Land & Sovereignty, Struck in a Pose, Myth Making, Complex Nationalism, Views of Assimilation, Displaced Portraiture, Daily Life. Some of the photos are in the form of postcards that have descriptive text on the back, and other images are accompanied by writings that originally appeared with the pictures. In virtually every case, there's some kind of moralizing, some kind of othering, some kind of deception in the text—or in the case of the photo that gives the exhibit its name, outright deceit. Photographer John Wentworth Sanborn convinced a reluctant Native man to stand at a corn-pounding machine—women's work then—by promising not to publish the picture. Of course, the photo was published in 1891's The International Annual of The Photographic Bulletin under the article title "Photography Among the Seneca Indians." Sanborn's prose about the circumstances of photographing this adult man uses the same tone modern parents might use when talking about coaxing their reluctant children to pose for social-media bullshit. It's the textual equivalent of a pat on the head to the kid while throwing a knowing wink at other parents—and it's totally insulting to a fellow human being.

One of the most affecting parts of “No, not even for a picture” doesn't feature images of Native Americans. The Displaced Portrature section begins with photos of the Prairie Band Potawatomi, who were forced to relocate from Indiana to Kansas on a two-month march that came to be known as the Potawatomi Trail of Death due to a de rigueur treaty fracture—are there any examples of the U.S. government holding up its end of the bargain with Native Americans? But the next photos in Displaced Portrature are of vacation cottages in Burt Lake, Michigan—home of the popular Camp Al-Gon-Quian summer camp. Prior to the Trail of Death march, and because forced removals were becoming more common, the Anishinaabe started buying up their own lands in the 1800s in an effort to keep the U.S. government at bay. The Ottawa and Chippewa in the Burt Lake area bought more than 300 acres and placed the ownership titles with the Michigan governor, but in 1900 a land speculator bought the grounds out from under the Anishinaabe because of unpaid taxes. On October 15 of that year, the new owner, enthusiastically assisted by the local sheriff, drove away the Anishinaabe, seized the land, and burned their homes. The land was then parcelled out for non-Natives to buy and build on, which is one reason why the area is filled with idyllic cottages. The 1920s postcards in this exhibit show lovely little homes in a popular vacation area, all built on the charred remains of a civilization that had been driven away by European-American greed and ruthlessness.



These two full length portraits of Chief Shopp-en-a-gon  from Grayling, Michigan demonstrate how expectations of Indigenous authenticity and identity were, and still often are, based on non-Indigenous definitions. Photography helped highlight and sometimes dissolve this divide.

If you look at “No, not even for a picture” and come away with the idea that "Wow, what horrors we inflicted on people—so glad we've evolved since then," you should probably look through it again and—as you contemplate the racism and colonialist violence perpetrated against Native Americans—consider how many equivalents still exist today against minorities, poor people, and immigrants as well as the indigenous people who have lived in North American for thousands of years before European settlers arrived.

The old saying goes, "If you're not angry, you're not paying attention." And even if you are engaged politically, it's easy to get numb to all the outrageous things governments, organizations, and people are willing to inflict on our fellow citizens out of fear, loathing, and unbridled hatred. People have had four years of emotional and physical assaults by the outgoing presidential administration, but Native Americans and other minorities have suffered attacks on their race, cultures, creeds, and religions by governments of all eras of the U.S. all for the sake of money and power.

This exhibit triggered me about how what happened 100, 200, 300, 400 years ago still happens today, just in different forms, with the past four years in hyperdrive. Not that I didn't know all that already, but the exhibit shook me out of that occasional numbness our brains use as a survival mechanism, especially in 2020, because it's a fine line between being politically active in a positive manner and absolutely drowning in the atrocities so many fellow Americans face and figuring out what issues to prioritize.

“No, not even for a picture” left me seething and I need to channel that anger into action, but how? It's unreasonable to think all the land can be given back to the people who were here first, but donating to organizations doing activist work on behalf of indigenous peoples' rights is once place to start.

Another small step toward progress is acknowledging an issue exists, which is why I and the curators of “No, not even for a picture” began our online postings with acknowledgments that where we live isn't our land to claim...

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Jenna During Carl's Route

(Spoilers for Carl’s Route)

(New analysis, now formatted for Tumblr. I swear they won’t all be about Jenna, but I needed to get this one out of my system. If you haven't read my last post about Jenna, I'd recommend it since I'll be referencing it here.)

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In my last post I talked about how Jenna is one of the characters people have the hardest time getting a handle on. Part of that is because she mostly features in two routes: 1) her route, which I’ve already talked about, and 2) Carl’s Route, where she’s possessed for most of it; so she’s obviously acting out of character, right? Well, no, I think Jenna is actually still herself in all the ways that matter, and Carl’s Route is both a great look into her and just as much her route as his.

Between the possession by John and the influence of the Hum, how can I say that Jenna is still herself? Well, let’s look at how the possession works. John and James can influence their descendants, Jenna and Carl, and their ability to do so increases as the week goes on, being at its strongest in the dream mansion. James is able to “control” Carl while he sleeps during the early parts of his route, making him ram the wall and hide evidence of what James did to John. Otherwise, we don’t see any other effects until the Hysteria is in full effect and they’re in the dream mansion.

While in the dream mansion, James is able to communicate with Carl in his dreams, and, if not talk to him, “hint” to him what the “correct” course of action is. Carl describes this as making him feel powerful, confident, all the things he’s not normally able to be and feels he lacks. Most importantly though, Carl knows James is separate from him and can choose not to do what he wants. The pivotal route choice is whether Carl should let James take full control or fight his influence. If you choose “Fight it”, James loses all influence over Carl for the rest of the route, and Carl describes it as “easy”.

If Carl, whose defining traits are a lack of confidence in his ability and an overreliance on others to make difficult decisions for him, is able to fight the embodiment of privileged, colonial overconfidence that is James, why is Jenna, who everyone says is the strongest person they know, so easily influenced by John? The answer is she lets him, because, like Carl and James, John gives her something she’s always wanted: the permission to get fucking angry at the injustices in her life.

Jenna doesn’t hate Carl, but her family does. They blame him (and his family) for everything that is wrong in their lives, for why they’re the messes they are, and for why their lives are miserable. But Jenna has defined herself in opposition to her family. In this narrative they’re the victims, and nothing that is wrong is actually their fault, so Jenna refuses to let her family’s past define her and refuses to be a victim (which I talked about in the last post).

AND TO BE CLEAR, western expansion and genocide is a huge fucking factor in her family’s current state (and the lives of real Native Americans). What James did to John even more so. They don’t have to forgive and forget what was done to them, and neither I, nor the game, think Native Americans should do so. Jenna is still defined by her heritage and cares about it, as shown by her grandmother and chiding Flynn for going to the casino, but the anger her family has isn’t something she lets out.

Jenna and Carl are foils in more than just their heritage though. Jenna grew up poor, in an abusive, controlling household that offered her no privacy (in Route 65 her door is literally removed) or autonomy (she doesn’t have a car and doesn’t seem to have a cell phone in Route 65). Her parents seem to be chronically unemployed, she’s watched her brothers literally and metaphorically killing themselves, and she has no future if she stays in Echo.

Carl, on the other hand, grew up the only son of rich and decent, if absentee, parents who don’t go through his stuff, control what he does (we know he played M rated games as a child) and didn’t really care where he went (like the Route 65 party). Unlike Jenna, who is probably the first person in her family to go to college, Carl is expected to go to college as a matter of course and has a guaranteed, successful, career ahead of him.

This isn’t to say that Carl doesn’t have his own problems or that they’re not serious issues, but to point out that, to Jenna, he has everything she has been denied. It’s also important that he’s a man and she’s a woman, and the societal pressures they feel are different. (I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out that he’s into Western Comics and wants to be an artist, while Jenna is into Manga/Anime, something she views as a luxury. They both use comics to escape from the real world, but in very different ways.)

Chase and Carl tell us that Jenna yelling at Carl during his birthday party isn’t like her, but I think the stuff she’s saying is perfectly in character. We see her say similar things in her route about Leo and Heather (which Chase says sounds rehearsed) and in Flynn’s route about Flynn. She’s taken her life in her own hands, left Echo against all odds, and is making something of herself. She’s done this all by herself with no support (or so she tells herself). For Jenna, college is a way to leave Echo, and the fact that Carl would just give up and stay there, to rot away like they both know he is, is inconceivable. If she could leave and make it, then he, with all of his privilege, can do the same and it’s completely unfair that he’s choosing to waste it.

No, what I think is actually unusual for Jenna isn’t what she’s saying, but the fact that she’s saying it aloud. Jenna talks about how Socketman usually appeared “when I was sad, or angry, like when dad was having one of his…moments.” People who grow up in abusive households like that learn not to talk back, not to get angry or sad, because it will just make the abuse worse, so Jenna made sure not to let any of that out (I’d love to go into how Socketman plays into this, but that will be its own post). Making herself seem calm and personable to the outside world was also a survival method, because she didn’t want anyone’s pity or scorn. (Again, gender, socioeconomic status, and ethnicity play into all of this).

And despite being her closest friends, because they’re her closest friends, Chase and Carl don’t know about this side of Jenna because she made sure they wouldn’t. She didn’t talk about her home life, she didn’t tell Chase in Route 65 why she had missed school, and she didn’t tell any of them about the situation with Heather, even when Leo directly asked her.

So, when the Hysteria starts effecting her, Jenna lets out everything she’s been holding in. All of the negative emotions, her anger at the injustices she’s faced, her frustrations with her friends and the unfairness of life, she unloads them all on Carl, a symbol of rich, colonial privilege. It’s not fair to him, but she’s not wrong to feel that way either.

She’s grown-up hearing about what the Hendricks did to the Begays, and she pushed it down. She grew up seeing Carl have all these things she was denied, and she pushed it down. She saw Carl wasting his life despite all of that and she (tried to) just push it down.

And when she ends up in the dream mansion and John tells her it’s all Carl/James’ fault, that they can be angry at the injustices that have been done to them together, that they can let it all out, she lets him take control of her, because it’s exactly how she feels.

(This is also why I think Carl's route is a great exploration of colonialism, generational trauma, what the descendants of the colonizers owe the people they genoicded, and the stories they tell themselves about those actions, but this is not the post to go into that and I am arguably not the person to do so.)

To summarize, I think Jenna is perfectly in character during Carl's route, even when she's possessed by John (an action she lets happen) because it is the route where she gets to vent all of her frustrations, personal and generational.

Carl's route gets a lot of flak as skippable or most boring, but I think there is a lot more to it on second read than most people give it credit for. I think the character work for Carl, Jenna, and even Chase are all top notch, and it has some of the most interesting overarching themes in the game. If you haven't played it recently, I recommend going back to it and giving it another try; it's rough and definitely not perfect, but there is a lot of good there as well.

(If you're a certain type of brain rotted, it's the "Stay/Night" to Leo/Jenna's "Unlimited Blade Works" and TJ/Flynn's "Heaven's Feel".)

Remember, all of this is just my read and interpretation of the text; if you disagree, that’s ok. I just wanted to explore some of the nuances I don’t often see talked about and give people another perspective on this game and these characters.

Going to try and work on the post about “Leo, Jenna, and College in Echo” so that I can actually write about “Leo and Conservatism”, but I saw people talking about Carl’s Route and had to get this out of my system. Until then, continue to imagine people, and characters, complexly.

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Synastry Question!

Leo Lilith in other's 11H & Virgo Lilith in other's 7H.

How would it play out ?

Thank youu❣️

Hello!! Apologise for the delay!

Leo Lilith and Virgo Lilith compatibility

Both Leo and Virgo are neighbours in the zodiac table, so they are familiar to each other. Both could really like to talk to each other in a dirty, sexy, or rebellious type of way, or just act and be proud to act in that way, but, on the long term, these signs could clash hard. That is because the Leo Lilith person could be too stubborn and prideful while the Virgo Lilith person could end up being too critical or perfectionist when it comes to the things they like or the way they want to act.

Lilith in other's 11th house

This placement is giving me a friend with benefits type of relationship. In the eleventh house, the lilith person helps the house person to be more carefree, rebel, and sexy. Some people could say that both are having an affair or that the Lilith person is making the house person change for the worst due to the dark and rebellious energy of Lilith, but it is just that they are teaching the house person to embrace and let loose that energy. Freedom, friendlyness, and an invigorating need to explore new things could be a theme with this overlay. The downside of this aspect is that there is some casual and fixed energy between the two that could affect their relationship. Especially if someone wants more than the other.

Lilith in other's 7th house

This placement could give an intimate and powerful connection between the two. It would seem as if they are both sexual partners or partners in crime ready to create a mess. The lilith person would be like the rebellious friend of the native. There is friendlyness, support, and hard energy between the two, but it will be more noticeable to the house person. Now, the downside of this placement is that it is the house of open enemies too, so having this overlay could indicate that, if both Lilith and the house person fight, anger, resentment , and violence could appear, creating a nasty energy between the two.

Overall, I think this relationship has a fun, unique, and intense feeling, mixed with friendlyness, acceptance, and camaraderie, helping the relationship to grow freely. The downside is that, between the two different energies of Lilith, there could be problems with communication and ego, which could increase the fights and has the potential to turn sour the intense energy of the relationship.

Hope this resonated. Again, apologise for the delay and hope you have a great week

Tower Girl Anon