This fucking textbook. This fucking textbook. I had to rent this textbook. And it just has theory.

- Americans traveled from the Berring Strait to America and used tools to go through the unfrozen wasteland

- Mayans were superseded by the Aztecs that settled on Mexica.

- America was made up of empires. Not groups of isolated North American tribes that co-existed…EMPIRES

They expected people to spend 200 dollars on this book. If I wasn’t renting it, I’d burn it when I finished the class from how poor the writing is

"It began many thousands of years earlier when human beings first crossed into the American continents and began to people them.”

PEOPLE THEM

THEY BEGAN

TO

PEOPLE

THEM

PEOPLE AS A VERB IM GOING TO FUICKING BREAJH SHIT WAS IOT TOPO HARD TO JUST USE SETTLE IOR FUCKING INHABIT

NO THEY PEOPLED THEM

FUCK WHAT IS THIS THE 1600S

Okay, if I see one more person from this fandom continue to ignore clarification statements made by the writers I am going to scream.

Our interpretations of a scene aren’t worth a damn thing when the writer provides clarification, people! We are nothing but consumers. We do not dictate canon. We are not the ones who get to say what did or did not happen in the show. What the writers write and clarify supersedes anything we could possibly think up.

If a writer makes a statement that contradicts you then you are the one who is wrong. Get over it and move on. Trying to insist that your interpretation/fanon is actually canon only shows that you don’t like listening to the rules that go with someone else’s sandbox. Until you own or control the sandbox, nothing you say will ever change the fact that what has happened has already happened.

You can speak up and protest over problematic aspects, but you will never change past events in the show. Ignoring canon just because you don’t like it won’t change the fact that it is canon until the writers decide otherwise.

As Africans faced declining opportunities for a advancement, Europeans gained new legal protections that shielded them from abuse… Over time, working-class white Americans came to view the privileges they gained from racism as rights and actively participated in maintaining the system. Instances of interracial cooperation by working people became less common once skin color superseded class as the most important indicator of social position.
—  Greta de Jong, Invisible Enemy: The African American Freedom Struggle after 1965, 2010, pg. 15

Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path.

No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded.

Other people think exactly the opposite: they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything.

Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it - which of these two attitudes is the least destructive?

I don’t know.

—  Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes
superseding death

Life begets death, an impassable obstacle that will surely devour one whole. Impending doom.

Once one makes this certainty realised to themselves, what becomes useful in life- needed, wanted, worth the foreshadowing?

What makes actions/objects pointless, what dictates this factor in a limited life?

What becomes important- what makes me worthwhile in existence?

All that used to matter to me would be happiness in others, hope, love, knowledge, and I lost that. For months, years, I lost everything, gave into the tyranny, the melancholy. My mind became intertwined in a syrian darkness, a spiralling abyss seemingly inescapable.
You showed me life through your literacy, in a period less than 10 minutes long you showed me why life wasn’t made pointless through death and depression. You told me what was worth the destruction dooming us all, told me what could be valued more than death, multiple factors superseding death, hope. All I had was one thing to cling to, now I have several.
You saved me, and I could never tell you.

ЖФsuperseded hopeФЖ

The creation of Ideas

It’s said that humans can’t create an idea without inspiration, so who created the idea of man?

I am thankful for this blessing that has no shape, it grows in us all and it can as with all things be used for evil and goodness of man. Though, remember that when used for the harm of man, it will always at some point in time be superseded by the goodness in the idea itself.

An idea supervises its own territory, by following the path of righteousness given by the first original creator. God.

In many ways man himself is the resemblance to an idea, he/she can divide, conquer as well as unite and defend.

PS: If you are wondering on how to kill an idea though, then start use PowerPoint and do like this guy.

friendly reminder that when Will actually realises what he is, Hannibal regretfully but promptly sticks a knife in his guts while crooning about how he’s going to eat his heart ✿◕‿◕✿

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VENTUS. UGH

why do people characterize him as innocent and unaware all the time like yes he is SOMETIMES but then SOMETIMES HE’S CHEEKY AND SASSY AND JUST. A BIT OF A LITTLE SHIT SOMETIMES AND HE /KNOWS/ IT I MEAN HONESTLY HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS SAYING WHEN HE DROPPED THOSE SICK BURNS

I wish I could tell you, the way I think of you, so highly, brilliantly.
The way you radiate through my mind, shining beyond reason, making me feel this way, an endless feeling unlike anything I’ve known.
I feel so strange, abnormal, whenever you’re around, even when I talk to you online- nothing compares, my logic is thrown into chaos, confusion, replaced by a worthless hope, wishing that you felt the same way about me.
The pointlessness of that hope is more than disappointing.

I miss you more than you would know, holding out for the time I next see you- which who knows when will be- you might be one of the only ones to read this, if you take the time to care about a louse like me- an idiot, loser, nerd…. but you probably wouldn’t realise what you mean to me- you’re  the only person I’d show everything to. Everything. Even though you could never trust me the same way…

ЖФsuperseded hopeФЖ

the great thing about being a capricorn as a writer is that your ambition supersedes any feelings of frustration and disappointment when (not if) you get rejects for things. like it doesn’t even hurt. i just shrug everything off. i will never stop. you can’t make me stop. i am going to find a way. and everyone will have to deal with it. 

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