#wera speaks

[barbthebuilder]

Hello hello! I was wondering if maybe you knew of/experienced any non-obvious or less talked about signs that could point to someone being genderfluid? Other than the obvious which is your gender changing. I ask because I've cycled through many labels, including genderfluid and I genuinely can't tell or not if I'm fluid or static or what have you lol

Yo! Thank you for the ask it's a good one!

I had to think about it some but there were some signs.

- feeling more comfortable in boy's clothes

- not liking dresses and rebeling against wearing them when I was little but sometimes weraing them like it was nothing?

- using different pronouns on the internet bc I liked being preceived as a boy

- feeling a weird longing to have more connecttion with boys not because I was not like other girls but bc I had a genuine connection to boyhood

- often wanting to look like a boy, wanting to have a flat chest and short hair in childhood

- not liking how feminine makeup makes me look

Those are things that are fery specific to me so they probably don't apply to most genderfluid folks. I'm pretty sure they are connected to my genderfluidity but again, it's a personal thing. If anyone else has something to add to that list- don't be shy and speak up!

[imaryathings]

Killing The Love

I am the love killer,

I am murdering the music we thought so special,

that blazed between us, over and over.

I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss.

I am pushing knives through the hands

that created two into one.

Our hands do not bleed at this,

they lie still in their dishonor.

I am taking the boats of our beds

and swamping them, letting them cough on the sea

and choke on it and go down into nothing.

I am stuffing your mouth with your

promises and watching

you ***** them out upon my face.

The Camp we directed?

I have gassed the campers.

Now I am alone with the dead,

flying off bridges,

hurling myself like a beer can into the wastebasket.

I am flying like a single red rose,

leaving a jet stream

of solitude

and yet I feel nothing,

though I fly and hurl,

my insides are empty

and my face is as blank as a wall.

Shall I call the funeral director?

He could put our two bodies into one pink casket,

those bodies from before,

and someone might send flowers,

and someone might come to mourn

and it would be in the obits,

and people would know that something died,

is no more, speaks no more, won't even

drive a car again and all of that.

When a life is over,

the one you were living for,

where do you go?

I'll work nights.

I'll dance in the city.

I'll wear red for a burning.

I'll look at the Charles very carefully,

weraing its long legs of neon.

And the cars will go by.

The cars will go by.

And there'll be no scream

from the lady in the red dress

dancing on her own Ellis Island,

who turns in circles,

dancing alone

as the cars go by.

[dawn-of-worlds]

Three-Dimensional Thinking

War engulfs the subsurface realm. Cities starve, children perish, temples are reduced to rubble. Twice-vassal Siktun City is no different, and large portions of its populace revolt against Chivik rule. Remote Siktun is resentful over a lack of imperial protection, and hard to pacify for much the same reason that made it hard to defend, and so the revolutionaries are powerful there.

But a lopsided war may still be long and bloody. And so Siktun is engulfed in war all the same as the other underground realms, and its people watch their city slowly ground to rubble, and despair. Many agonizing voices all speak the same prayer, whispered in ruins and shouted in echoing caverns.

"Circadian! Day and night that are changing! Sky-gleaned-from-tales! Instigator, wheel-turner, transformer! If we must fight and starve and kill one another, if there must be upheaval and bloodshed, then show us a sign of your support for our struggle! Reveal those cosmic truths that we echo with our deeds, oh great revealer!"

And for many years, the prayer went unanswered, even as it was taken up by ever-more voices. Until at last, a reply came; not from high above, nor from far below, but from within the city itself, a rumbling through the large cavern in which it was constructed.

"THE SKY SHALL NOT FULFILL YOUR WISH." the voice proclaimed. "IT IS ITS NATURE TO HONOR BOUNDARY, TO ENFORCE SEPARATION, TO PRESERVE SURFACES SACROSANCT. IT CREATES REFLECTIONS AND IMPRISONS THEM IN MIRRORS. IT SPINS GREAT ZODIACAL WHEELS OF SYMBOLS, WHERE EACH MARK CHASES AFTER ALL OTHERS, BUT NEVER COMES CLOSER TO REACHING THEM. IT WILL NEVER UNDO THE BARRIER THAT VEXES YOU."

Then one Tiktik, who refused to accept this answer, yelled out: "Then, whoever you are, act on our behalf! Show us what we fight and die for, if this lies within your power! Tear away all that which separates us from the divine!"

And Haebarik, maker of paths, horizon walker, star-bridger, breaker of traditions, castaway god, one-armed realm-forger, responded:

"WELL, IF YOU INSIST."

And there was a great earthquake, and through the cavern-ceiling then descended the great black whale Maretik, maw opened wide as it feasted on the stone. Round above the city it circled, eating away at the rock, until at last it disappeared once more, having devoured the barrier between realms above and below.

And through the hole in the roof of their world, the Tiktik beheld the moon, shining brightly, its bloody lake like a great lidless eye. And the defenders took the bloodstained sky as a sign of divine favor, and all their foes were converted or banished or slain. And so remote Siktun became the first city to claim true independence from Chivik; and though its people are loyal to Corobel first and foremost, a number of them worships the Carver of Paths as a lesser deity.

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From the surface, the passage to Siktun appears like a great circular pit, its sides gently sloping in, with a hole at the bottom through which one might look upon Siktun and its subsurface lake. Paths have been dug through the soil and stone, culminating in great elevators that ferry travelers up and down to the city.

Though brighter than most of the underworld, the sun does not directly shine down into the city, though the summer noons get bright enough for the Tiktik to briefly stay within their dwellings. Despite their lack of adaptation to sunlight, the Tiktik have responded to their surface access with great enthusiasm, and eagerly harvest the nearby natural resources, foremost among them wood.

The reactions of nearby realms differ. Besieged Wera, though closest of all human cities, must remain dedicated to its own defense, and interacts little with Siktun. Its hinterlands, long since abandoned by their ruler-in-name, are quick to strengthen ties with this new regional power, and many come to call Siktun's rulers lord in time.

Unimaa, whose access to subsurface goods was largely controlled by the Hewn, eagerly cuts out the middle-man and sends emissaries to trade with Siktun directly. And to the southwest, locked in a decade-long stalemate, the malevolent Kalkayer reigns over artificial deltas and mud-choked farms. It hears whisperings of a new city, and so sends scouts upriver; eager to find out whether Tiktik shells, too, can host its algae...

(Shape Land 8 pt., Command Avatar (Create Order) 1 pt., 0 power remaining.)

[chicago-geniza]

Yung Irena Goldberg's stepdad is disappointed when she chooses to join PPS-Lewica instead of the Bund, but she says "there was no other choice"; she was a radical socialist, she "wanted to change the world," but didn't speak Yiddish & felt no connection to her Jewish heritage. She also admits that one other deciding factor was her huge teenage crush on Maria Koszutska (pseud. Wera), to whom she ran messages for her stepdad during the 1917 revolution. I am obsessed with interwar Poland's most scandalous and annoying bisexual

I don't think it's been translated into English but if you know Polish, Irena Krzywicka's memoir is a really enjoyable read

[grad701seanjacobramosimbang]

Task 2 Mind Map SDL

this was the sheet that was given to us to do as an SDL. the idea of this map is to get us think about the tpoic we want to look into this semester. 

my hand writing is really hard to read for others so i will specify what i have have wriiten or some of what i wrote. 

box 1: personal values.

Respect: i wrote that respect is an important value i have because it promotes postive relationships, fosters team work, enhances communication and supports diversity and inclustion. resepect is a important value of mine because it contributes to personal growth.

Discpline: displince is imporant to me beacuse it can help you achieve goals and master self control. i find that men these days somwhat lack sexual control and find themselves watch porn and masturbating which i find pathetic and weak as this isnt something a man should be doing. thats why i think that displince and self control is something that i value the most. 

Communication: communication for me is importnat becuase it is key to healthy realtionships. without communication there can be a lot of misunderstanding and misinterpritation which can lead to conflics and mis communication. 

box 2: Race 

Tagalog: i do not speak tagalog but i do understand it. i want to learn the language and learn more about my culture. i was born in philipines in Manilla with my twin but then moved here to New Zealand six months after. so i was mainly raised here. 

Box 3: Disablities 

Short sighted: i am short sighted so i can see up close but cant see things from a far. i wera contacts when i go out but my glasses when i am at home. 

Box 4: My Creative Practice

Screen Printing: screen printing is a way for me pass the time at uni. i like to screen print up in level 7 sometimes during the break if i feel like coming onto campus. i screen print things from clothes to art and design. screen printing is a way for me to cope with stress sometimes after class. i find the procces quite fun and calming and really satsifying. i feel like screen printing is like an old way to design things and to make art becuase no a days design is manily digital and not realy analog so screen printn is one of those design procces i find unique and engaing. 

collage making: I love to collage make becuase iot allows you to bring toghter seemingly unrealted things toghter to create something pleasing to look at. 

[televisionoperator]

does anyone else ermeber in 2019 when the invader zim movie came out and this entire site was fucking infested with scene kids and nostalgic scene adults for .03 seconds. or did i conjure this memory. theres still probably someone out there who never escaped this and is still weraing kandi cuffs liestning to the spirit phone album AS WE SPEAK.

[moviestorian]

Hey! <3 How are you? Have you read any interesting books lately?

Hiii! Long time no see :)))

Life's been crazy recently, as I'm getting married soon so I've been doing a lot of organizational stuff! Some time ago I started reading the Attack on Titan manga series, I recently finished volume 14. :) I also finally got to Bram Stoker's Dracula. At the moment I kinda want to take a short break from reading, as I had a really intense exam session this June and my brain's a bit fried. :D

What about you? How's life? :3

[imaryathings]

I am the love killer,

I am murdering the music we thought so special,

that blazed between us, over and over.

I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss.

I am pushing knives through the hands

that created two into one.

Our hands do not bleed at this,

they lie still in their dishonor.

I am taking the boats of our beds

and swamping them, letting them cough on the sea

and choke on it and go down into nothing.

I am stuffing your mouth with your

promises and watching

you fucked them out upon my face.

The Camp we directed?

I have gassed the campers.

Now I am alone with the dead,

flying off bridges,

hurling myself like a beer can into the wastebasket.

I am flying like a single red rose,

leaving a jet stream

of solitude

and yet I feel nothing,

though I fly and hurl,

my insides are empty

and my face is as blank as a wall.

Shall I call the funeral director?

He could put our two bodies into one pink casket,

those bodies from before,

and someone might send flowers,

and someone might come to mourn

and it would be in the obits,

and people would know that something died,

is no more, speaks no more, won't even

drive a car again and all of that.

When a life is over,

the one you were living for,

where do you go?

I'll work nights.

I'll dance in the city.

I'll wear red for a burning.

I'll look at the Charles very carefully,

weraing its long legs of neon.

And the cars will go by.

The cars will go by.

And there'll be no scream

from the lady in the red dress

dancing on her own Ellis Island,

who turns in circles,

dancing alone

as the cars go by.

Anne Sexton, happy birthday lovely.

November 9th

#Anne Sexton #poet #love #birthday

[dawn-of-worlds]

Schiffentrückung

(Haebarik's power: 2 + 3 + 2d6->9 = 14; moving back in time a bit for this one, but I still had a dangling plot-thread so most of this happened 200 years ago in game time)

Previously, we spoke of the great Scout-King Wera, who sailed across the waves and was last seen sailing into the inner sea that misty Laasera engulfs. Wera, first cause of a thousand meetings between a thousand peoples, who will forevermore be hailed as the greatest Azure King, who delved into great danger to refind an old friend's kin. What happened to him?

Well, he died.

But before that, he sailed west, into the foggy bay encircled by Laasera, past islands of floating mangrove-root and the transient fiefdoms of ohmlings, ever closer to the heart of the rainforest, ever closer to the great golden city that the rumors told him of.

Instead, he finds a flooded crater crested with ruins. Anything of beauty or value was long since picked off the crumbled walls and diffused through the forest in a chain of thefts and murders. No trace remains of the original inhabitants: the few Atai survivors having long since moved on.

Wera could have declared his self-imposed quest impossible. He could have turned back, to the city not yet named after him, and be hailed as a hero. He could have passed on his ship, and lived in splendor the rest of his life: none would dare challenge his boldness after this great journey. But he does not.

He continues to sail the coast, searching for any sign of passage, exchanging gifts with the few local tribes so they may serve as scouts. He learns the lay of the land and leads expeditions through the forest, chasing after any hints of Atai presence. Even as an unknown disease takes hold of him, as ache and fever condemn him to a bed, he continues looking, continues to peer over maps and chart new courses.

And it works. Hundreds of Ataila he finds, some living among humans, some settled in tiny encampments, some camping as solitary hermits. They are brought before his sickbed, where the deathly-ill king offers them a new home, across the waves, new and holy and safe. His tales are, by this point, based more on fever dreams than Messonir maps, but somehow none disbelieve his claims.

And so they sail south, ship packed with Ataila (who, thankfully, need not eat), guided by the ever-weakening instructions of the savior-captain-king. Past Incarien they go, past Tuula, past those volcanic islands that were Erland's first mark on the world. The wind always seems to favor their sails, and though the journey is not without peril, it is a swift one.

Land is sighted: a new land, poorly marked even on their charts, of tall peaks and dense forest, of misty plateaus and green hills. A crewsman rushes to the captain's bedchambers to report the good news, only to find him dead, a smile on his face.

With a mix of gratitude and sorrow, the Ataila disembark, and begin construction of a new city, the first in this realm. They call it Kaluutalo: the second house of the Ataila.

And what of Wera's crew? They swear an oath of secrecy and make the distant journey back to human lands. In every port they stay but briefly, speaking not a word of the Atai. At last, they return to Palk, where they sorrowfully report the death of the king, and beg the queen to let them stay aboard his ship for one more night, so they may hold a wake for his soul: this request is granted.

But with the next dawn, they and the ship are gone, having departed under cover of night. Vessels are launched in pursuit, but the royal flagship still bears the dragon-wing sails crafted by the first king Palk, and no lesser ship can catch up to it. Aboard the flagship are the sailors, their families, and one particular soul, smuggled out of the palace during the starlit night.

They retrace their journey, outrunning news of their flight at every port, and at last return to Kaluutalo. They will never leave: this land is theirs to settle, too.

And so Vainaa, Atai-diplomat of the Azure Reach, is reunified with her long-lost people, of which some still remember her name, and may pay respects to the remains of Wera, who to them was pupil and master and hero all.

In later generations, the humans are quick to take up worship of Velarië, and come to honor her for the creation of land and life both. But they likewise worship the long-dead captain, who they hold to be half-divine in nature.

At the center of their city, still floating in the harbor, is the royal flagship still. It serves as the holiest of their temples, manned and maintained by a select priesthood, and still bears the blessed sails that once served as Möpatäriäle's wings.

And enshrined in the captain's quarters, dressed in full regalia and preserved in golden resin, lies the body of Wera. His worshippers know that one day, when his people need him most, he shall re-awaken. He shall open his eyes, and brush aside his amber shell, and assume command of his ship once more; and they shall be ready to sail with him where they must.

(Create Order (4) among the Atai (with a few humans mixed in there) to create the Devotees of the Captain-King, then Command Race (3) to have them found a city in the Forgotten Lands.

The order's actual tenets are a mix of the more altruistic Seeker values with a strain of apocalyptic Atai beliefs mixed in, emphasizing charity, sacrifice, and the value of all life.

7 points remaining)

[moviestorian]

Hello, dear Queen fandom!

Any one of you is willing and opinionated enough to fill in the survey for my research? Please like, comment or reblog if you do! Reblogs to signal boost are also welcome. :)

[here-i-study-in-4-languages-blog]

Would anyone be interested if I ever elaborated on how my bullet journal works? I mean I feel like I'm always just stumbling along with it, but one thing I find very true is reblogging pictures with someone else's bujos and wondering how does it actually work so... just tell me in any case

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

Could I ask for a fluff headcanon with Damiano but witha S/O who has the complete opposite aesthetic? (Sorry my english is not well I'll try explaining myaelf) but like the S/O wears fluffy dresses, frills, bows, soft pastel color, pinks (it's kinda my aesthetic, I hope you understood what I meant, love you!❤)

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡�� 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦

a/n: that was one of my favourite requests >:) i'm a softie too myself, so my canons are my imaginary in a large measure. enjoy loves !!

you know that picture when the loli girl and darth vader give tips for each other in front of the pink atm? or when the most metal-head guy and the white-laced girl sits beside each other, eating ice-cream?

ladies and gentlemen, i just let you know that that's basically the two of you

when it comes out that the two of you are dating, you kept your instagram profile locked down, so nobody knows who you are, just from the bio and profile pic, but that's not everything (and the måneskin's and others's stories). so, everybody is freakin' curious about you !!

damiano steps before you in the crowd at the airport, or cross the hall in the hotel, the fans and cameramen expects the typic rocker-girl with black, smokey makeup, smudged, chrome lipstick, two-toned hair, chains everywhere on your body and platform boots–

but then here you are, all in your adorableness, laces and manifold skirts, pastell colors, white and silky long slveed blouses, and they're just... like, who's that girl? the manager? or just his sister, who clearly hates him

but when damiano holds your hand and kisses the crown of your hair, every flashlight begins to flicker like a bomb in the night. if you're uncomfortable with the lights, or the journalists, or just with the whole situation, damiano just strokes your face, keeping you close to him to keep you away from everything that can make you uncomfortable

now, thanks to you, the soft, ethereal styled people joins the fandom too, some fans even try to cross the two style, creating extravagant, but unique pieces –you even highlight the best works into your story, getting closer to the fans, and they're just adore you because of your immediacy.

but now, speak about just the two of you (you know, the spicy stuff uwu)

you can be shy, but i think the shy girls can be really horny, the only difference is that they're on the other side –the secret side, you know ¬‿¬

lacey outfits means that everything can be frilly and flowery –your skirts, blouses, bras and panties... did i mention that men can be turned on from intimation more than too much revelaing stuff? because yeah, damiano's head over heels for you when you wear that lace nightgown (we soft people all have and imaginary lacy nightgown that we could wear but we don't have, don't we? >3<)

he likes to stroke the nightgown and then your skin at night, saying stuff like "i can't decide which fabric is softer, love"

at one point, when you decide to try out new things, you sit beside him when his band take a break during rehearsal, you hold onto his arm as damiano scrolls through instagram, asnwering questions. lucky for you, a question is about "how doesn't get y/n bothered with that much layer? doesn't she get too hot?" "look honey, here's a questions for you" he says, but instead of grabbing his phone, you lean into his ear and whisper him a thing like "if i'm not weraing anything under those layers, i can't be too irritated, don't i? and... a dress can't make a girl hot, but her really hot boyfriend can."

he tosses his phone aside, pulling you into his lap, running his hands up on your thighs, ridding up your skirts bit by bit more, you try grab his hand, but instead of stopping, he kisses you roughly

"you spoiled my answer-session, baby, do you know how difficult is to reply to my fans with you around?"

yeah, soft ones can be perky ones too | ू•ૅω•́)

and i headcanon that that he would help to button up your blouse (ask him too if you want to button down, dam would do it much more gladly i swear （＞ ་། ＜)), or making your hair with a bow, stroking your face.

mystories, mystories, mystories !! i mean, social media au canon, but after your relationship is revealed, and your personality too, he would take pictures when the two of you go out to an antique store in the actual city, or when you set up a little picnic with him/and the other members.

vic and you are simply best friends, tiktoks and short videos about the two of you, holding hands, jumping up and down in a circle like too happy anime girls (is it too happy or am i just too positive today hkdshf)

you drag damiano, vic, ethan and thomas to watch some soft movies with you, like dead poets society or howl's moving castle, and when you come back with the sweets and elder-juice, you see the four rocker staring intently on the screen, watching as sophie and howl dance.

it turns out that it's much more better than anyone thought ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

[dawn-of-worlds]

Undreamed Shores

(Turn 11; Haebarik has 5 + 3 + 2d6->9 = 17 power)

Once, the world was fragmented.

Islands here, continents there, wide stretches of desolate land, seas unknown to any sailor. Each had its own people, ignorant of all others, each staring at the horizon, wondering what lied beyond.

This is the story of how it changed, and it starts with great disappointment.

-----

The humans of Lekesh, after so many failed or doomed expeditions, so many lost or forced to turn back, sail the northern coast of Rasira, turn south, and follow the coast until they at last arrive... at the southern strait. No Incarien, no home, merely the confirmation that this land, too, is not the one they seek. Many give up at this, deciding that wherever Incarien may be, it could not be near.

But king-captain Wera is honor-bound to explore, and so he turns towards the western coast of Lekesh. His crew sails south beyond the boreal forests, the sparse settlements, the grasslands and steppe. And at last, after crossing a great strait, they came across a village. The northernmost Messonir are surprised to see humans this far south: the humans are surprised to see anyone at all.

Much could be written of these first days of contact, and of the difficulties of communication until a pidgin got worked out. The overlap in windwhisperer lore and messonir religion causes a mix of interest and consternation on both sides.

In the end, though he is tempted by stories of the great southern city, Wera decides to head back and report on his discoveries. Within a year, he returns at the head of a great fleet, some eager to trade, others curious scholars, a few missionaries from the Builders' many faiths.

Travel down the coast of Nulat goes smoothly, and the great ships quickly arrive at Tsallosis, and so begins the Exchange.

The exchange of goods: whalebone, wine, lumber, furs, and paper (the Messonir had been using papyrus), traded for gems and linen and spices. Through the Seekers these goods arrive in the Free City, and from there in the other two realms.

(A few Penitent gain great wealth by acting as middle-men in trade; a practice only barely tolerated by their brethren thanks to their generosity in donating to religious and charitable causes)

The exchanges among kings. Gifts are given and received, pledges of alliance and support. The humans learn of the eastern Likani, the Messonir refine their understanding of Lekesh's realms.

And lastly, the exchange of knowledge. Human access to the Hall of All Things is restricted at first, but they bring much knowledge of their own, and at last the great library's gates are opened.

(of all exchanges, this one is most important, but we shall not speak of it quite yet)

In years to come, more and more human vessels sail south, and trade blossoms. The Penitent establish some victualing stations along the western coast, some of which grow into ports of their own; construction of a land road to the great inland rivers is already underway. The Builders strengthen their hold on the southern strait, demanding toll from any passing ship; some accept this, others take the longer and more dangerous northwestern route.

Among the Messonir, many join the humans on their ships. Some claim a curiosity to see how the world has changed, others merely desire coin and fame, but a few have a more spiritual reason. They call themselves the Children of Kalikan, after the first Messonir to build a boat and brave the seas, and dedicate themselves to ensuring safe (and profitable!) travel over the waves; they can be found in harbors and aboard ships all over the realm. They are closely tied to the windwhisperers, and learn many of the same secrets, but retain a strong distinct identity. Through them, some of the human art of shipbuilding filters through into the Messonir.

(Haebarik creates the Children of Kalikan, a mercantile/naval order among the Messonir that incorporates much of human seafaring lore, for 4 points, 13 remaining)

[moviestorian]

Porn bots are still the existing problem on tumblr. Every now and then I have them following me, and as soon as I notice it I immediately block. That's partially the reason why I prefer to check out my activity page on a regular basis, because I'd rather not have them hanging around my blog's content (pictures in particular)for too long.

Good to see that these past few months there has been an insane increase of porn blogs following me.

[agape-philo-sophia]

➝ The Power of Words — The World of His Kingdom and the Words of the World Compared. How They Got YOU Tricked — The TRUTH Shall Set You FREE.

This article will weave an intricate set of sequential information and truth, leading to the ultimate point, which will reveal the Power of Words. I pray it will all begin to light up for you and you'll see where it's heading. It may be laborious for you, but if you follow one step at a time, you'll see how magnificently the Truth unfolds. Words have a tremendous impact on us. Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or evil. The basic tool for the manipulation of truth is the manipulation of words. If one can control the meaning of words, one can control the people who use those words. Likewise, the basic tool for the preservation of truth is the preservation of God's words. If one understands the original meaning of God's words, we can more easily recognize those who try to manipulate and control others through deception and the altering of the original definitions of words. The Importance of the Words we, Speak English Grammar, Who Are You?, The Difference between Lawful and Legal, Person and Man Compared, Home and House Compared, Titles and Gifts Compared, The World and The Kingdom Compared, Schools and Children, Slaves and Contracts, Citizenship, The United States and America, Democracy and Voting, What's in a Name?, Avoid giving a Name, Legal Definition of Names, Why these Fictitious Names?, Are We in a State of War?, Military Flags indicate Military Rule, Minimum Contacts, Free Mail Delivery Service, Corporations, Traffic Laws - Voluntary or Mandatory?, Human Laws, God's Rod of Correction The "Power of Words" refer the the most powerful thing that man possesses, that he may use to influence others, either for good or for evil...Words. The "Words of His Kingdom" refer to the words and ways of the Kingdom of our Lord and Saviour Jesus, the Christ. The "Words of the World" refer to the words and ways of the kingdoms of man. The eptimology of the term “world" comes from the Old English word “werold.” This comes from an Old High German word, "Weralt." And this comes from an early West Germanic composition of two words: “wera” which means “man,” and the Indo-European base “alth” which comes from the Latin “altus”, meaning “old.” Thus, the meaning of the ancient word "world" is: "The Old Man." (Old English word is "werold." Broken down individually, "were" means man, and "old" means old). ➝ Continue reading here: https://www.minds.com/blog/view/839162160775471104?referrer=MindCom

[nanamis-bigtie]

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Name: Weronika (veh-raw-NEE-ka)

Nicknames: well, right now I am mostly known as Bas, my real name is usually shortened to Wera or Werka, my family calls me by variation of one of my middle names, Ania

Gender: female

Sexuality: bisexual

Height: 180cm (5′11)

Languages: Polish, English, Greek; I understand German and Spanish to some extent, but can’t really speak them

Nationality: Polish

Current time: 16:27 (4:27pm)

Favorite season: late spring/early fall

Favorite scent: you know that characteristic scent you can feel in the air right after the storm? yeah, that’s it

Favorite color: I have few: black, dark red, dark purple, navy blue and yellow (the more “canary”, the better)

Favorite animal: I don’t think I have one favorite? I like most of animals, especially birds

Favorite fictional characters: oof, this is too hard question xD I have few listed on my blog, but I can assure you those are not all of them and well, this is from one (1) fandom only; I think anyone who follows me long enough knows my obsession with Zoro and Law, but there’s also Robin, Killer, Sabo, Koala, Okiku, Cora, Drake... the list goes on

Normal amount of sleep: what is sleep? can I have it as a treat?

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: tea! I have a huge stash of various fancy teas, mostly green and white, I like ones with nice rose and fruit aroma, as well as yasmin teas

Number of blankets you sleep with: usually 0, if it’s cold outside, then one a bit thicker which I partially kick off anyway; yeah, I’m one hot girl lmao

Dogs or cats: birds

Dream trip: despite the fact I’ve been in Greece twice I still haven’t seen Athens which are my number 1 destination there. I don’t think I’ll fly there in next 5 years tho

Dream job: any that will let me hire a room and don’t starve, for the records: my current one doesn’t let me

Followers: 941

Blog established: 10.02.2020

Reason for my URL: just needed something short and connected to One Piece

Random fact: I work in a publishing house and I do the lettering (putting text into pages of a comic and making it look readable), I’m currently working with 3-Gatsu no Lion (7th volume) and crying cause due to problems with computer I have huge delay

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