A small list of people I feel like calling out because I can not think about you and not smile: @whensunscollide @taye-x @granteares @vivalamusaine @persephonah @bahorelly @poise-and-grace @enjoltairemyass @its-better-than-an-opera @mariuspontbambi @marius-pont-de-bercy @theblazeofmemory @just-french-me-up @sassytimemachine @sunsetprouvaire @asgardianrugbyteam @permets-2 @montparnasse-the-arse @cynicvsdreamer @g-taire @rintaire @deadcourf @desmoulinx @imsorryfortheinconvenience @barricaderats @missmoonlight1000 @sneuilly @cottoncandyfeuilly @wanttodrawmothsfrommemory @pntmrcys @combef-air @starsandamorphinetoast @consulting-angel-in-bag-end @rina-san28 @booksandlifeandstuff @dorkstar-brat @courtyhinch @bibliophile-extraordinaire. If you’re in here this is my way of telling you I think about you frequently and you’ve made me smile at least more than once, please, thank, I love you.

demonjester123  asked:

Do Varlen or Dorian get jealous when someone flirts with the other? (Sorry this is phrased weird my brain stopped working for a second)

Wow this took me forever to get to, but I really liked the prompt, so… better late than never?

Short story: They don’t really get jealous because at the end of the day, they trust each other not to go running off into the sunset with someone else.
Long story… (approx 1000 words, most under the cut) <3

“Y’know… don’t see many folks dressed like you ‘round here.”

Dorian smiled, cocking an eyebrow at the man who had finally built up the courage to pull up a seat at his table. It had only been a matter of time, really. The poor fellow had been glancing over for the good part of an hour, bolstering himself with a bit of liquid courage. He wasn’t a bad sort by any stretch, Dorian supposed. Mid twenties, perhaps. Big, strong arms, dark brown hair, solid jaw… a farmer? No. Not enough of that barnyard odour. No hay wedged in his shoes, either. Or his hair…

“Ah yes. Some would call it foolish,” Dorian said with a sigh, swirling the contents of his mug. He’d barely taken a sip or two. It wasn’t exactly fine liquor, but what could he expect. “Although normally when someone pays this much attention to my attire, they’re looking to rob me.”

The man stiffened, his eyes widening in surprise, and a part of Dorian relaxed. That right there was a face that read like an open book. It was either that or this seemingly honest man was a brilliant actor.

“Oh no, not I!” the man said, raising a hand to his chest as though that magically proved something. Southerners. “I make more than my keep working the smithy, ser. I do work for a few of the towns nearby, too. Keeps me well outta trouble.”

“Ah, so you’re a blacksmith, then,” Dorian mused. As the man nodded, he braved a sip of his drink and cringed a little at the watered down mead. “Maker’s breath, did they leave the barrel to ferment at the bottom of a well?”

The man actually laughed. Strange thing, that. Dorian eyed him for a moment, but no, he seemed genuine enough. Was he actually aware he had just insulted his town’s local brew?

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When you begin to experience the mythical “struggles of the working class” your parents dealt with but was always a vague concept to you and now it’s clear that the elites are profiting off of your individual exploitation so they can better live in excessive luxury and maintain the hegemony that insists this is a fair system that rewards those who are deserving


avpol week, day 2: superhero au // fantasy au // crossover

*sobs* this is super late and kinda half-assed, but uni has been so draining this week and i really wanted to get some more stuff done for this glorious @avpolweek2016

anyway… the idea behind this is abdul as an elven fire mage and pol as a human huntsman, falling in love on a journey in foreign land.. u////u

Public Opinion in the JFK Library Archives: James Meredith and the University of Mississippi Riots, September 30-October 1, 1962

Dana Bronson and Stacey Chandler, Archives Reference

On February 7, 1961, a 27-year-old black Air Force veteran named James Meredith wrote to the United States Department of Justice. He described the “antagonizing and often miserable” experience of applying to the University of Mississippi (“Ole Miss”), which had never knowingly admitted a black student and hadn’t even acknowledged his application.


Meredith sued the university, and over a year later, the Supreme Court ordered the school to enroll him on the first day of classes: October 1, 1962. As Meredith made his way to campus, segregationists gathered at Ole Miss for protests that quickly turned into riots. In the last few days of September, thousands of Americans wrote to President John F. Kennedy with concerns about what they were seeing in the news, and we’re working on preserving and organizing their letters for the first time.

Some writers opposed integration, questioning Meredith’s motives and supporting Mississippi Governor Ross Barnett, an outspoken segregationist. Many of these also urged the President to concentrate on other issues – particularly the U.S.-Cuba relationship, which would develop into a full-blown crisis in just two weeks.



Other citizens expressed strong support for Meredith and equal rights, and disappointment at a lack of action by the Kennedy administration.



Behind the scenes, Governor Barnett privately agreed to let Meredith enroll in exchange for a scripted, public showdown with federal marshals that would help the Governor keep his anti-integration reputation. On September 30, the Kennedy administration followed through on the plan, sending marshals to guard Meredith, and the rioting crowds responded with increasing violence. The administration nationalized the Mississippi National Guard to help control the mob, but by the morning of October 1, two civilians were dead and hundreds more were injured.

Back in Washington, the White House Mail Room was flooded with letters about the violence in Mississippi, with many arguing that the federal government was trampling on state and individual rights.



But others across the country expressed disbelief and anger at the reaction to Meredith’s presence on campus, and encouraged the administration to support full integration of American society.




On October 1, federal troops gained control of the campus and Meredith became the first African American student to enroll at the university. Though he faced continued harassment from many classmates, Meredith earned his degree in political science in 1963.

Bundles of postcards received by the White House during the Ole Miss riots, now in Box 142 of the White House Public Opinion Mail collection.

Roughly 45 of the nearly 120 civil rights-related boxes in the White House Public Opinion Mail collection in the JFK Library Archives contain letters about James Meredith and the events at Ole Miss. Meredith later said that he saw his actions as “an assault on white supremacy,” and it is clear from the thousands of letters that came to the White House that Americans – on many sides of the issue – agreed.

Hoo boy, I finally finished all of my homework. Turns out being a normal kid is harder than I thought. Today we had to learn how to add AND subtract fractions! Maybe I’ll just get Ghost-Eyes to do it for me next time…