What she means:
Ao3's most read fic has 844,743 hits. Any book with those readership numbers would end up in all the top most read lists in the world. If we put our money where our mouth is and consumed queer literature by queer writers not only it would become normal to see queer representation in libraries, but we would also distribute wealth to queer writers. Instead we continue consuming the same old media by the same old white cishet male creators and providing it with free advertisement with our fanfiction and I don't get why you all are okay with this!!!
Over the past three decades, racial prejudice in America has declined significantly and many African American families have seen a steady rise in employment and annual income. But alongside these encouraging signs, Thomas Shapiro argues in The Hidden Cost of Being African American, fundamental levels of racial inequality persist, particularly in the area of asset accumulation–inheritance, savings accounts, stocks, bonds, home equity, and other investments.
Shapiro reveals how the lack of these family assets along with continuing racial discrimination in crucial areas like homeownership dramatically impact the everyday lives of many black families, reversing gains earned in schools and on jobs, and perpetuating the cycle of poverty in which far too many find themselves trapped.
The Greek Institute for Advanced Magic is tucked away on a remote, rugged island where the beach meets gorgeous turquoise waters. It is the transfiguration capitol of the wizarding world, with the highest population of Animagi dwelling in the community. Greece is also one of the few countries to recognize centaurs as beings rather than beasts in honour of Chiron, and the school employs a number of them as professors and assistants. Students have a wealth of information at their hands: the cavernous library of the school contains rows upon rows of scrolls and formulas collected over hundred upon thousands of years. There are classes for amulet studies, curse casting, theurgic and goetic magic, and even extended research of love potions and enchantments. According to legend, the ghosts of Orpheus, Pythagoras, and Empedocles have been sighted on school grounds, usually wandering about by the water, and it is said that those who see them are bound to pass their next examination with flying colours.
Having studied this novel for a few years at school, I have not once failed to love it. It is such an accurate representation of how The American Dream was experienced through certain perspectives. The themes explored are class, race and love through different characters and events which make for an exciting and eventful novel.
In this book, a narrator named Nick Caraway acquires a next door neighbour with whom he is attracted, both curiously and affectionately. His neighbour, Jay Gatsby, becomes a friend of Nick’s throughout Gatsby’s adventure of reuniting himself with the one who got away, Daisy. Jay Gatsby is an individual that had risen from nothing and made a name for himself, however this is seen in a negative light due to the means in which Gatsby raises his money being through corruption to do with importing alcohol during a period of prohibition in America during the 1920’s. The difference that overwhelmed the novel is the difference between Old and New money, what separates the characters of Gatsby and Daisy is that of class and wealth - specifically the difference between the ways in which Yom (Daisy’s husband) and Gatsby have accumulated their money. But will their new casual love affair materialise into what Gatsby has been longing for his whole life? Or will he be left standing alone? I’ll leave for you to discover…
I loved this book to pieces as it was such a lovely book to read! However I didn’t particularly enjoy Nick as the narrator as it can be perceived as a biased documentation of events, depending on his loyalty to Gatsby and his personality. The fact that Nick was the narrator means that the reader would have missed “off-screen” events in the book that could have been vital. A part of me really likes Nick being the narrator as he is so ordinary yet he’s not too wealthy nor too poor, he is the mediating point between the two, and therefore is experiencing a whole new world of extreme wealth that he has never seen before. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who is looking for a tragic love story embedded within the New America.
“A library of wisdom, is more precious than all wealth, and all things that are desirable cannot be compared to it. Whoever therefore claims to be zealous of truth, of happiness, of wisdom or knowledge, must become a lover of books.”
If I continue this, it will most likely be rando adventures with the two of these nerds
“Let’s see we got that good old fashion ten layers of dust, spider webs for days, burnt stuff, broken stuff, more spiders and oh! Just that wonderful rotting flesh smell”
Vi stopped for a moment in the middle of what was once a small library that contained a wealth of knowledge but was now a decaying pile of ash, probably the scene of a fire or mage fight, it was hard to tell. There was nothing left but broken furniture and books burnt beyond repair, most likely due to one too many thieves and other adventurers alike. She took a deep breath, as if to enjoy it like the fresh mountain air but proceeded to cough and hack as dust promptly flew into her throat.
“G-gotta love it” Vi groaned, doubling over and continued to wheeze.
Fey rolled her eyes but found herself chuckling lightly.
“You’re an odd one”
With one last sigh, Vi stood back up and huffed, clearing her throat of any other foreign specks of dust or ash, “If I had a coin for every time you said that so far I’d earn back what I fronted you”
Ephesus (Greek: Ἔφεσος) was an ancient Greek city on the coast of Ionia. It was built in the 10th century BC by Attic and Ionian Greek colonists. During the Classical Greek era it was one of the twelve cities of the Ionian League. The library of Celsus is an ancient Roman building in Ephesus, Anatolia. It was built in honour of the Roman Senator Tiberius Julius Celsus Polemaeanus (completed in 135 AD). Celsus had been consul in 92 AD, governor of Asia in 115 AD, and a wealthy and popular local citizen. He was a native of nearby Sardis and amongst the earliest men of purely Greek origin to become a consul in the Roman Empire and is honoured both as a Greek and a Roman on the library itself. Celsus paid for the construction of the library with his own personal wealth. The library was built to store 12,000 scrolls and to serve as a monumental tomb for Celsus. Celsus is buried in a sarcophagus beneath the library, in the main entrance which is both a crypt containing his sarcophagus and a sepulchral monument to him. It was unusual to be buried within a library or even within city limits, so this was a special honour for Celsus.
Holy shit, that spell WORKED: also, spells and mental illness
Isn’t it the best feeling?? When you’ve done a spell, and the results unfold for you in an unmistakable way?
I’ve been waiting for weeks to talk about this particular spell I did, one of the biggest I’ve ever cast (behind that one money spell, idek where that one came from). I didn’t want to talk about it before I felt it had run its course.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a mental health professional. This is all opinion and experience. If you feel or practice differently, I respect that! Everyone is different, and different things work for them. This is a complex subject so not everything is addressed, and I’m absolutely not trying to shame anyone. I just want to write about some thoughts and experiences I’ve had on this journey.