#old north

[badfluffycat]

Can you spot me in the third picture? 😄

Those old gravestones are so huge.

I‘m 1,78 m (5‘84) tall.

You can only see the top.

The stones protrude up to 2 m (6‘5) deep into the ground.

[blackkatdraws2]

The narrator and the ugly ahh protagonist [Blank Scripts AU/non-canonical]

[afloweroutofstone]

There's a lot to be said about how many Native tribes, often lacking in the economic opportunities available in many non-tribal areas, have turned their economic development models towards providing services that are forbidden to provide outside of tribal land. The 1987 California v. Cabazon Band of Mission Indians ruling acknowledged the right of tribes to operate gambling facilities regardless of state regulations, and the Obama-era loosening of weed regulations made it easier for them to sell marijuana with less concern for non-tribal laws.

Although these policy developments were not something that most tribes actively sought out, they eventually realized that these policies gave tribal lands a monopoly on certain goods and services that people were unable to acquire elsewhere. Perhaps for the first time ever, government decisions had given tribal economies an advantage over the non-tribal economies surrounding them. This led many tribes to lean hard into their newfound policy-based comparative advantage, building up their local economies around non-Native tourism in a way that sits awkwardly with many Native activists' desire for economic sovereignty.

Tribes with well-managed tribal governments have been able to use this arrangement to great advantage. The Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians (who this post is really about, simply because I know a lot about them) not only uses the money generated by their casino resort to fund social services, they also distribute some of the casino's earnings as cash dividends to Cherokee residents, effectively funding a basic income for the tribe with the money lost by gamblers (who are, disproportionately, white outsiders). After centuries of being robbed by surrounding white communities, there's something of a perversely poetic justice to this (even if those losing the most money at the casino are not necessarily the same segments of the white population who gained the most from Cherokee dispossession).

But it's not all good news. This arrangement also has some concerning side effects on the political economy of Native tribes. The EBCI Cherokee tribe have long opposed federal recognition of the Lumbee, another group in North Carolina who are the largest Native tribe in the US that is unrecognized by the federal government. One of the reasons that the Cherokee have turned their backs on the Lumbee's quest for recognition is because it would threaten their monopoly on gambling in North Carolina. If the Lumbee were treated as a proper tribe, they could open up their own casino, threatening the monopoly profits of the Cherokee casino. Thus, another use of the Cherokee's casino funds has been to actively lobby against another Native tribe.

The EBCI Cherokee's economic reliance on their casino has damaged any prospect of inter-tribal Native solidarity in North Carolina. From the Cherokee's perspective, they have been placed in a situation where the desires of other tribes come at the direct expense of their own tribes' desires. The tension between these two is not a natural phenomenon, but rather the product of a policy framework which leaves little choice for tribal economic development outside of cutthroat monopoly preservation. If solidarity is to live, the casino-first model must die. The question is: what replaces it?

[chucktaylorupset]

I think there's something to be said for fanfiction that loves canon in a way that’s rude. Like thank you for this wonderful thematic tragedy made out of this character’s entire arc ending in death, it was emotionally and intellectually moving, but also fuck you fuck you fuck you they live, this time and every time they live, they never died, their flaws are not their undoing, actually they have no flaws, actually they save everyone, actually who cares about a story, any story, where this one dies, actually i cared about that story so much i made a new one, actually i cared so much i unmade the old one, you gave me morals and i left them for the mortal, but they’re mine now and i will never let them die, actually thank you, actually fuck you, strongly worded letter to follow

A kiss for canon and spit in its face all at once, it’s great

[thewatcher0nthewall]

"Who are You? "

The Black Gate at Nightfort

[angelx1992]

[arte072]

In the godswood she found her broomstick sword where she had left it, and carried it to the heart tree. There she knelt. Red leaves rustled. Red eyes peered inside her. The eyes of the gods. "Tell me what to do, you gods," she prayed. For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya's skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father's voice. "When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives," he said. "But there is no pack," she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. "I'm not even me now, I'm Nan." "You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you." "The wolf blood." Arya remembered now. "I'll be as strong as Robb. I said I would." She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth. - Arya X, ACoK

Arya is so rarely associated with faith and prayer in this fandom, yet when she prays to the Old Gods for guidance, they respond and restrengthen her sense of self. Arya of Winterfell! Daughter of the North! She is a direwolf and done with wooden teeth! ✨🤍🩶🐺✨

[loveisinthebat]

Grunkle Stunkle

[mintymx]

North Blue Boys? More like North Blue Nerds >:)

[prettyvintagehouse]

[badfluffycat]

One of the best-known megalithic tombs in north-west Germany are the tombs north of the Engelmannsbäke river: the tombs at the "Visbeker Bräutigam" (Visbeker Groom), a group of five different in size, construction and alignment tombs from the Neolithic "Funnel Beaker Culture". The people of this "first full-peasant culture in northern Germany and neighboring areas built in the 4th." millennium BC such impressive and elaborate facilities as community graves for the dead of several generations.

The "Visbeker Bräutigam" belongs to the grave type of the so-called long or giant beds - long mounds of earth bordered with large boulders, in which the actual, relatively small grave chamber is located. The significance of this long earthen dam is not yet known. All burial chambers were originally covered by a mound, as is shown very well by grave no. 935, which is still almost complete, north-west of the "Visbeker Bridegroom". As a rule, a narrow, low passage made of boulders led to the interior of the chamber, in which the dead were buried with various objects such as clay pots, stone tools and jewelry.

Systematic excavations have never taken place here, so that in some graves the find connections are probably still largely intact, although the bones of the buried are completely dead.

The names of the tombs are more recent. The designation "Heidenopfertisch" for the grave further south already shows the interpretation of this complex in the 19th century. The name "Bräutigam" is derived from the "Visbeker Braut" (Visbeker Bride), a similar large stone grave 4 km (2,5 miles) away.

A legend arose about both of them, in which a young woman was to be forced by her father to marry an unloved man. When the bridal processions were already on their way to church, the bride wished she would turn to stone rather than be married to this man. The bride and groom and their entourage instantly turned to stone, and they still lie there today.

[renonv]

I loved your furry comic dkdkdkdkkd can't stop thinking of how America and Denmark's monsters would look like

HIIII ANON so. Terribly sorry to get to this so late BUT I was thinking about this lately, and here’s what I think they would be like:

The awesome trio is getting an awesome commission from Vene and Romano is exposed to the general furry knowledge

Bonus:

[italyveneziano]

I missed drawing him so bad

[pamietniko]

the forest is calling!

Mt. Pilchuck, Washington

[dietbuckshot]

9/11/24

[televangelist666]

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ~𝜗𝜚~ ♡ ⛪️