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For Refinery29’s celebration of Black History Month we put together a list of Black men and women you ought to know. Their legacy in civil rights, feminism, and LGBTQ equality lives on today.

  1. Bayard Rustin — A leading Black figure in the civil rights movement and advisor to Martin Luther King, he was the architect of the 1963 March on Washington and was heavily involved in the first Freedom Rides. He was also gay and a registered communist who went to jail for his sexual orientation. Although widely heralded, he was attacked even by fellow activists for his faith in nonviolence, unapologetic queerness, and attention to income equality. President Obama honored Rustin posthumously with the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2013.
  2. Combaheee River Collective — A seminal Black lesbian feminist group active from 1974-1980. Although officially short lived, its influence has been major. The group is best known for writing the Combaheee River Collective Statement, an important document in promoting the idea that social change must be intersectional — and that Black women’s needs were not being met by mainstream white feminism and therefore must strike out on their own. Members of the collective included Audre Lorde and…Chirlane McCray, now First Lady of New York City and author of the landmark essay “I Am a Lesbian,” published in Essence in 1979.
  3. John Carlos, Tommie Smith, and Peter Norman — The winners of the 1968 Mexico City Olympics 200 Meter Sprint. In one of the proudest and most political moments of sports history, John Carlos and Tommie Smith raised their leather-gloved fists in the Black Power salute. They wore black socks without shoes to represent black poverty and a scarf and necklace to symbolize “those individuals that were lynched, or killed and that no-one said a prayer for, that were hung and tarred. It was for those thrown off the side of the boats in the middle passage.”

    We also include in our list Peter Norman, the white Australian silver medalist from that ceremony, to commemorate his solidarity with the two Black athletes. White people are more than indebted to black history, and Norman is an excellent example of a white ally. Although he didn’t perform the black power salute, he publicly supported the duo without regard to personal safety or retribution. Norman was penalized for his alliance with Carlos and Smith and was never again allowed to compete in any Olympics despite repeatedly qualifying. Largely forgotten and barred from major sporting events, he became a gym teacher and worked at a butcher shop. At his funeral in 2006, John Carlos and Tommie Smith were his pallbearers.
  4. The Friendship Nine — This group of nine Black students from Friendship Junior College willingly went to jail without bail in 1961 after staging a sit-in at McCrory’s lunch counter in Rock Hill, South Carolina. They pioneered the civil rights strategy “Jail, No Bail,” which placed the financial burden for racist incarceration back on the state. They’re appreciated today for their bravery and strategic ingenuity. In 2015 their conviction was finally overturned and prosecutor Kevin Brackett personally apologized to the eight living members of the group.
  5. Barbara Jordan — A lawyer and politician, Barbara Jordan was the first Black woman elected to the Texas Senate after Reconstruction, the first southern Black woman to be elected as a US Senator, and the first Black woman to deliver a keynote speech at the Democratic National Convention. Her keynote address is widely considered the greatest of all time, aided by her charismatic and eloquent public speaking skills. She is also remembered as one of the leaders of the impeachment of Richard Nixon. We chose the above quote to illustrate her unique punchy sense of humor.
  6. Pauli Murray — This civil rights activist, feminist, and poet was a hugely successful lawyer who is also recognized as the first Black female Episcopal priest. Like many figures on this list, Murray was acutely aware of the complex relationship between race and gender, and referred to sexism as “Jane Crow,” comparing midcentury treatment of women to that of African Americans in the South. Although she graduated from Howard University first in her class, she was barred from enrolling as a postgraduate at Harvard because she was a woman. Instead, in 1965 she became the first African American to receive a JSD from Yale Law. Once armed with a law degree she became a formidable force in advancing feminist and civil rights. She is a cofounder of the National Organization for Women (NOW). She also identified as having an “inverted sex instinct,” which she used instead of “homosexual” to describe her complicated gender identity and lifelong attraction to women.

50th anniversary of 1967’s “New Documents”

#tbt in honor of the 50th anniversary of 1967’s New Documents. This modestly scaled exhibition, featuring work by three (then) young and relatively unknown photographers named Diane Arbus, Lee Friedlander, and Garry Winogrand, had a lasting influence on modern photography. As curator John Szarkowski explained in his introduction to the exhibition, the three represented a new generation of photographers with markedly different aims than those of their hortatory predecessors of the 1930s and 1940s: they had “redirected the technique and aesthetic of documentary photography to more personal ends. Their aim has been not to reform life but to know it". The exhibition established all three photographers as important voices in American art; their achievements continue to encourage more nuanced understandings of the medium. In celebration of the 50th anniversary, the Museum is publishing Arbus, Friedlander, Winogrand: New Documents, 1967 by curator Sarah Meister, who will also introduce a public conversation between artists Max Kozloff, Tod Papageorge, and Martha Rosler next Monday, February 27th.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, if you're not too busy, i was wondering what podcasts you listen to/would recommend? I started listening to the bright sessions and Mabel after seeing you reblog/post about them and i seem to have such trouble finding new ones to listen to. Thanks!


Also, I listen to a HUGE number and I have been meaning to make a list.

so OK, here we go! /Mario is amazing, it’s an eerie story about a woman trying to get in touch with the estranged granddaughter of the woman she takes care of as a live-in nurse. There’s ghosts, or faeries, or something else eerie. is a sweet, light podcast about a bunch of kids (high school and college age) who have superpowers and go to therapy. There’s a thriller element, lots of queer rep, and tons of in-world documents/blogs/etc created. is about the radio hosts of the overnight call-in show in King Falls, a town where the weird happens.  Reminds me of Eerie, Indiana, if you ever saw that show. is by the Welcome to Night Vale people and it’s a creepy horror story about an oppressive regime and women escaping from it, and sisters and love and memory and identity. is a cold-war-style spy show about time travel and accidental history and science and people who are broken in interesting ways. is a silly fairy-tale comedy that reminds me in all the best ways of a great sitcom. It’s about the grumpy Royal Physician to the King in a fantasy land and the idiots that plague her. reminds me instead of the great old British comedies like Fawlty Towers and Are You Being Served? It’s about a struggling funeral home on a tiny island and is lightly surreal. (It’s narrated by a mouse, for starters). The Message and Life After are each one-season shows on this same stream. The Message is about a dangerous sound/music being studied; is about people who live on via their social media profiles after death. only has two eps, but it’s a cool adventure-y mystery in outerspace about a biologist and, I think, a revolution. is incredible, it’s about a small crew on a deep-space science mission that quickly goes bad – but it’s funny and charming and full of found family. is a genre-bending semi-noir podcast about a grand hotel just this side of nowhere and the people that inhabit it. is a tale of the transcontinental bridge, a once-grand project that has fallen to ruin, the mystery of what happened to those who once lived there, and deep-sea monsters and the eco-terrorists who love'em. is about a turn of the century town in Oklahoma that was once envisioned as a hedonistic utopia but quickly fell to the vaguarities of man. now rarely updated, but with tons of back episodes – an old-school radio play type show.  The two stories that anchor it are Sparks Nevada, Marshall on Mars (space cowboys!) and Beyond Belief (glamorous NYC couple drinks, encounters the supernatural, amuses themselves by resolving problems) but there are quite a few serial shows. is about a couple of doctors on a space station that serves as an intergalactic travel hub, and is silly and ridiculous and worth it. is about folks who were experimented on and given strange powers, and have now escaped from the people who had them captive.  Really interesting take on how the powers work, IMO, and definitely scary sometimes. is a weekly reading from, well, The Magnus Archives, a collection of eerie, horror-tastic documents in possession of a group that specializes in studying the weird. is also about both the library and librarian of a weird collection.  I stopped listening at the beginning of season 2 because of some pretty explicitly on-tape torture, but before that it was good. is about the Final Five – the last generation of humans after a reproductive apocalypse.  They live in decadent fame as the world ends and people desperately try to create more people.  I wish this was fully acted rather than read in-perspective, I have a hard time keeping characters apart sometimes, but it’s good stuff in terms of world-building. reminds me of a slightly more serious Douglas Adams, it’s a slightly surreal show about people in Boston and…weirdness. is about an ordinary guy who returns home to find his dad has forgotten him, his mother is missing, and the Society of Shadows needs him.  The writing starts out pretty cliche but it gets better as the show goes on. is a post-apocalyptic sci-fi… I’m not sure what to call it.  It’s not a comedy, but it is weirdly funny.  It’s not horror, but it can be horrific.  I have audio processing issues and this one gives me trouble, but when I can puzzle it through it’s usually worth it. is so so so good and I so hope for another season – a decade ago a scientific collective/town disappeared completely, to a person.  A reporter related to one of them investigates what could happen.  Heart-poundingly scary in all the best ways. has The Black Tapes, Tanis, and Rabbits, all presented as very ordinary NPR-style podcasts about weird and mysterious things – a collection of supernatural events that a scientist is studying, a place/state of mind/eerie thing called Tanis, and an ARG/real-world game.  I like’em well enough but they lean on the same tropes, so pick one and stick with it IMO. is more folklore than fiction, but it’s good storytelling about mysterious and creepy and lovely things, so I think it belongs here.

On my yet-to-be-listened-to list:

I… think that’s everything fictional/storytelling that I’ve got right now.  


Tome Kurata, the only girl in the city who gets neuralyzed thrice a week 

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Wikileaks Document Dump Reveals Secret CIA Raccoon Spy Program

Wikileaks has released a trove of documents containing details of CIA hacking tools and surveillance initiatives, among them, a top secret domestic spy program code named RocketEars, that enlists raccoons as listeners.

Security experts and journalists have been poring over the cache of leaked documents, collectively known as “Vault 7,” since Tuesday. Many explain security exploits used in consumer electronics like iPhones and Samsung TVs, which can be used to spy on targets. But the raccoon program is particularly strange.

“No one would ever suspect the raccoon rummaging through your backyard trash is working for the CIA,” says Dennis O’Conner, a security analyst and former consultant to the U.S. intelligence services. “It’s a perfect secret program. But what we don’t understand yet is how the raccoons communicate their surveillance back to base. They’re not the most reliable reporters.”

The Fluffington Post will update this story as it develops.

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Persephone {pt.4}

Type: Miniseries Continuation; 7th Sense | One | Two | Three | Four
Genre: Drama, Fantasy, Fluff, Suggestive (NO SMUT), Demon!AU, Witch!AU
Member: Joshua/Jisoo
Word count: 1,973
A/N: It’s been exactly 4 months since I’ve updated Persephone. Sigh…so sorry for the long wait.

Joshua stared at the tile wall, eyes pink and swollen from all the tears. He lay in the ice cold water, his arms draped over your wilt body that rests on his chest. He was completely drenched from head to toe, but he couldn’t be bothered by that.

His throat felt dry as fuck from all the screaming.

Joshua begged you to come back to him. He begged and begged, desperately whispering sweet words into your ear as he held you in his arms. When that didn’t work, he tried tracing your soul.

He used up all his energy to summon your soul back to your body before you could reach the final destination.

He could feel you, but couldn’t find you.

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My newest poetry series, SO I(T) SHALL BE, is now available in my shop in parts! I’ll soon have the entire collection published in one document, but for now you can purchase the individual parts! This poetry collection documents my experience with learning to accept things as they are, as they might be, and as they have been. This is me cycling through the emotions of anger, depression, paranoia, and finally patience when it came down to determining where an important relationship of mine stood.

Each part is twenty-seven pages long, and contains twenty handwritten original poems! Each eBook download is $6.99.

The Bloodshed | The Wounded | The Surrender

To celebrate finally having put this collection out for you guys, I’ve discounted everything in my shop 40%! Use the code “SISB40″ at checkout to reap the rewards. Expires on April 19th!



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anonymous asked:

svt as mafias/assassins & how they met their s/o? :)

Read my Seventeen Assassins!AU (here)!

S.Coups: Seungcheol was hired to protect you. The only people he wanted to protect were his friends, but when he saw the amount he would be paid, he agreed to it. You hated each other at first. There was cursing and arguing, but Seungcheol was always there to keep you out of harm’s way. Things changed when you saved him for the first time by striking an enemy down before they could deliver the final blow. He was always the one saving you, so you thought that for once, you can do something for him in return.

Jeonghan: You were his target, but you were an experienced assassin as well. You were the only one who wasn’t fooled by him, and you were sent to collect the same documents he was after. You both ended up battling each other in a burning building, and Jeonghan was the one who escaped with the documents. You both bump into each other on different missions every time, and it started off as witty banter and flirting before being willing to die for one another.

Joshua: You were a nurse at the hospital who just so happened to be watching over Jisoo’s target. You never left the room and kept caring for the patient’s wounds, or when you left, you always came back before he could inject them with poison. You made his job so much harder than it should be. He fell in love with your kindness because he knows how it feels to be healing people, not knowing if you could save them or not. It became a love between a killer and a savior.

Jun: You were Junhui’s personal trainer. He may be skilled in martial arts, but his defense was really low. You helped him improve his skills and defense, and he was able to learn how to improvise in any given situation because of you. You both spent a lot of time together training, so through that, feelings grew and Junhui promised himself that he’d never let anything happen to you.

Hoshi: You were an assassin too, and Soonyoung was there to save you at the last second. You saved him before he could die, and he’s a strong believer of “a life for a life”. Known as the Speed Acrobat, he knew he could save you if he wanted, and he did when he saw you in the same situation. It became an unspoken promise to save each other when the time calls for it.

Wonwoo: You sometimes killed his targets before he could, and it frustrated him to no end. You’re both Snipers, and sometimes, you’d kill his targets just to see his reactions. Wonwoo’s known for being straight-faced, so seeing him over-react or seeing him in frustration would make you laugh hysterically. This distracted you so much, that once, you nearly died because you didn’t notice that someone was behind you. Wonwoo killed him off for you, so in return, you let him take down his targets. You couldn’t believe how long it took though; killing off his targets was your way of getting him to notice you.

Woozi: You were both hired to kill the same person. He refused to lose to you. You were both Hackers of your respective groups, but Jihoon was just too good at what he does. He shut down your weapons too many times to count, and he always killed off the targets before you could. The frustration of constantly losing against him drove you crazy, but you couldn’t hate him because there always was admiration beneath it all.

DK: You were his target, but he couldn’t bring himself to kill you. He knew he had to kill you. He knew you were a criminal. But he knew you wanted to change, and he kept track of your actions day by day. You really did want a second chance, and he wanted to give it to you. He watched over you, saved you a couple of times, and when he met you… he never thought he would ever become this soft.

Mingyu: He mistook you as his target. He planted a bomb on you on the bus, but Seungcheol called him to say they just found the target. Mingyu’s eyes widened and he chased after you when he saw you get off the bus. He yanked the bomb out from under your dress shirt’s collar and threw it as far up as he could. It exploded in mid-air, making civilians panic. When you turned to look at him again, he was already gone.

The8: You were a weapons specialist yourself. It was a rivalry between who can make the best weapons. The other members often asked why he kept making new weapons, but he’d just tell them that he knows this new weapon can help things so faster. When you finally met face to face, you ironically battled each other without weapons. However, meeting you made him realize that you helped him work harder, and he fell for you.

Seungkwan: You were his new partner. You hated each other at first. You didn’t need a partner, and neither did he; you were perfectly fine by yourselves. You argued endlessly, and threatened to kill each other on multiple occasions. But it’s when you fought alongside each other for the first time that you both realized just how well you go together. Every mission was so much fun because you’d both mess around, and still get the job done.

Vernon: You were the only one who was able to get him to talk during a fight. Hansol is known for being the silent assassin; he’s so quiet that he can kill anyone without them hearing him. He was ready to kill you, but you knew all about this silent villain, and dodged the attack. This surprised him, since no one has ever caught him before. You aimed your gun at him, but missed. He dashed past you, whispering that he’d get you next time. You didn’t fall in love with him at first per se; rather, you fell in love with his voice.

Dino: You under-estimated him, which lead him to show you how well he could actually fight. He managed to pin you to the ground with his daggers, warning you to never think so low of him again. For the first time in your life, you felt fear. You found him interesting and impressive despite his young age, but you knew not to fraternize with the enemy. But this clearly didn’t last long.

thank you for your request!!

ELI5: Why is the majority of girls handwriting nicer looking than boys?

I am not sure I can tell you why, but it is definitely a relatively new thing. I am doing some work with a historian and she has a giant collection of documents from about 1600 up to the late 1800s all written by men (ship logs, manifests, trade and commerce and tax documents, etc.) and virtually all of it is more legible than anything I see from first year university students.

That suggests some substantial change in how we teach penmanship which has been bad for men/boys but either beneficial or no change for girls and women.

The theory that we teach handwriting when girls are developing fine motor skills while boys are still doing gross motor skills makes the most sense. Most guys I see can write legible math, numerals (1, 2, 3 etc.) and then math symbols are taught at a different time than cursive writing and reinforced differently, so it may be that time context and reinforcement are big factors and simply moving when joined up writing is taught would fix it. Though many of my students have told me they didn’t learn cursive in school or their younger siblings aren’t learning it.

Explain Like I`m Five: good questions, best answers.

anonymous asked:

cam we get mckirk seeing each other in formal uniforms for the first time?

  • The first time they see each other in official Starfleet Academy graduate uniforms is just after defeating Nero. Bones graduated a little earlier than Jim, due to not being suspended, and generally already being a doctor, but he shows up in uniform nonetheless. Officially collecting that document saying he’s graduated, and all that. Jim is grateful they celebrate this together; even more so because Earth is still standing. “You look really handsome in that Starfleet uniform, doctor,” he smiles, gently patting his shoulder, and Bones laughs. “You too, Jim, but you’re gonna have to hit on someone else.” “Who says anything about hitting on other people? Let’s get drunk and celebrate we’re officially a recognized CMO and Captain.” “Fine,” Bones says, a hand gently resting on Jim’s lower back, “and for the record, you look really handsome, too.”  Jim laughs fondly as they make their way out of Starfleet HQ. “I know.”
  • Bones also looks incredibly handsome wearing a pair of decent black trousers and a dark, formal t-shirt, but Jim can’t bring himself to appreciate how handsome Bones is. He stands quietly next to the other while a commodore gives Pike’s eulogy. He just stands there, stiff as a board, and with deep breaths, gritting teeth and forcing himself to think of other stuff, he manages to get by. That is, until afterwards when he’s alone at the bar, drinking himself into a stupor. “How are you doing, Jim?” Bones asks, sliding in a chair next to him. “Fine,” Jim says, though when he receives a worried frown from the other, Jim sighs, “I will be fine.” “It’s okay not to be, sometimes,” Bones says, though Jim scoffs at that. Only when he feels Bones’ hand on his shoulder, Jim allows his shoulder to sag and his fingers to tremble. He feels so angry about Khan, still. “Why do I get to walk off being dead, but Pike can’t?” “Jim…” Bones starts, but Jim shakes his head. “I survive on dumb luck, and even that I suck at, because you literally had to bring me back from being dead. And then Pike…” “If Pike heard about the way you handled Khan and your crew, I’m sure he’d be proud,” Bones says, “and then possibly yell at you for an hour or so for testing that dumb luck of yours.” Jim laughs, though sadly so, and he finds comfort in Bones’ arms that night.
  • The first time he sees Bones in formal Starfleet attire, though, he takes his time to appreciate it. They’re on some important gala, and Jim thinks his suit looks dumb; all dark but with a command gold jacket. Chekov looks equally uncomfortable wearing his, but Sulu seems to be able to rock his just fine. Uhura looks gorgeous in a red dress, too. But Bones, Bones looks amazing. All dark, and that blue vest a little tight on his arms, but perfectly so, and it’s super distracting. Formalities be damned, Jim openly hits on his best friend that night. Easy smiles, compliments, soft touches and lingering looks. That works for most people, though Jim thinks he’s a little rusty, because Bones sees right through it. “You’re hitting on me,” he says, and Jim huffs. “No. I would never,” he replies. “Really?” Bones says, “because I would be okay with that.”  
  • Jim thinks Bones looks the most incredible when they’re on holiday together to some fancy foreign city. With a dark waistcoat and a white sleeve with his sleeves rolled up, Jim thinks Bones has never looked quite as good. He’s above swooning, but perhaps that’s exactly what he’s doing, and they’ve been together for a while now. They enjoy a quiet restaurant, though the candlelit dinners isn’t really their scene. Jim enjoys a quiet night walk a lot more. Holding hands quickly turns into their usual bickering, and that turns into heatedly making out against a tree in the park.
  • But then comes the first time Jim sees Bones in a black tuxedo, and he falls even more in love. Not that surprisingly, because Jim is looking at Bones from the altar. Joanna walks him down the isle, in her late teens and freshly accepted into Starfleet Academy to follow Jim’s route into Command. Jim’s incredibly nervous, for some reason, though Bones looks oddly calm, and that’s reassuring. “How come you look more handsome every time you wear something remotely formal?” “Only when I wear something formal?” Bones asks, “did I ever mention that you’re terrible at flirting?” Jim laughs, circling his arms around Bones’ shoulders slowly. “It worked on you." 
Your Obedient Servant: Jefferson x Reader x Madison

A/n: IMPORTANT. This is the most recent one-shot I have done, so unfortunately I don’t have the next parts yet. This x reader story has 2 separate endings, because I couldn’t decide, Jefferson or Madison? So it’s both. This is important. Keep it in mind who you want more.

Everyday, you worked hard to impress Thomas Jefferson. But he never seemed to notice how much you did for him.

You were his personal assistant. He hired you because you were a good writer, and because you said that you would be willing to do whatever he asked of you.

A terrible choice on your part. He was constantly sending you out on meaningless tasks, like collecting paperwork and documents that je never seemed to read, or delivering messages to the President, his friend James Madison, or Alexander Hamilton. 

And yet, you did your best to please him anyways. He seemed horrible, but you knew. There was a part of him he wouldn’t show. You could see it when he laughed. When Thomas smiled, it was like there was no such thing as sadness. It was hard to explain.

But even though you saw this goodness in him, he apparently saw no reason to let it show. With every task you completed, he would demand more. Maybe he wasn’t thinking about it. But it hurt that it went unappreciated.

It was the middle of the week, and you had so much to do. James Madison, Thomas’s friend, had noticed that you were given so much work.

“(Y/n),” he sighed. “You look terrible. Take a break every once in a while.”

“Oh, I’d love to Mr. Madison. But I can’t! Not when there’s so much to be done.”

“You can’t let Thomas boss you around like this,” he insisted. “You’re getting hardly any sleep!”

“I sleep fine,” you said, but it was clear from your red, puffy eyes that you were lying.

“Why do you try so hard for him?” Madison asked. “As far as I can tell, you aren’t very appreciated when it comes to him.”

You looked at the ground. “I just do,” you said. “Why do you care?” You were suddenly defensive.

“I guess I’m just worried that you’re… giving him affection that he doesn’t deserve.”

“What If he does deserve it?”

“Oh, (y/n),” he said. “Thomas is my closest friend, but even I know that he is, to put this politely, kind of a dick. So please, be careful. Don’t try to impress him, because I’m not sure it’ll work. You’ll just work yourself to exhaustion.”

You frowned. “I can take care of myself, Mr. Madison.”

“I know you can. Just… be careful. That’s all.”

Well, you’d show him. It became your new goal at that moment to get something that proved that Jefferson wasn’t as bad as people thought.

The next day, you showed up, ready to do the very best you could.

“Hello, Mr. Jefferson!” You chirped cheerfully.

“(Y/n).” He barely nodded in your direction. “I’m going to need you to copy these.” He handed you a large stack of paper. “Get on it.”

“Of course, Mr. Jefferson! Have a good day!”

He narrowed his eyes. Usually, you weren’t this cheerful. But you were already off before he could comment on it.

“Hey, (y/n), come back!” He yelled.

You smiled. See? He was going to thank you. Easy.

But he didn’t. He said, “By tomorrow. If that’s doable.”

“Of course!” And, almost stupidly, you asked, “anything else?”

“No, not right now.”

“Okay!” Your smile was cracking. But he didn’t notice.

You ran into James Madison on the way to your tiny office where you worked each day.

“Hi, Mr. Madison!” You said cheerfully. “Lovely day!”

“Yes, I suppose it is. Did you get enough sleep last night?”

“Of course,” you said. “Don’t be silly!”

“You’re lying.”

You considered arguing, but decided not to. Who cares if he knew?

“Fine,” you said. “Maybe I’m a little tired. But that doesn’t matter. I can still work just fine!”

“There’s a difference between ‘a little tired’ and ‘exhausted,’” he replied. “Does Jefferson know you’re working this hard?”

“I’m fine,” you repeated. “I’m doing my best! You don’t need to worry about me.”

He shrugged, but he was still concerned. “If you say so.”

You turned around and marched off with your head held high. You weren’t over-working yourself! You were just trying to impress Jefferson…. But why?

“Because he’s a good man, I can tell!” You said aloud, gaining some funny looks from the people you passed. “He just wants people like Hamilton and the President to think he’s tough, so they’ll take him seriously!”

And yes. That was the reason. But there was more to it than that. For some reason, you had developed a bit of a crush on Mr. Jefferson, probably due to his intelligence, charm, and very interesting clothing. (What a coat! You’d never seen a color quite like that.) And he wasn’t a “dick” as Madison had said. At least, not to everyone. To Madison, for example, he was a good guy. And to the President! Although that could be because he had to be. And….

You yawned. Maybe Madison was right about you being tired. Not that you’d admit it. But there was no more time to rationalize your feelings for Thomas, and definitely no time to sleep. You had to get this work done.

And you did. But it took you hours, and you need up sleeping for only an hour.

“Mr. Jefferson!” You sang cheerfully the next morning, even though your eyelids were heavy and you wanted to sleep more. “I finished copying those papers for you!”

“Great. Can you deliver this-” he handed her a letter- “to Hamilton, please?”

She smiled. He said please! This was a step in the right direction. “Yes! Anything else?”

“No. I guess not. Might as well take the day off.”

“Sir! Are you sure? You don’t need my help?”

“No, I do not need your help. Now get to it.”

You nodded and skipped away with the ether, but slowed down after a few seconds. You didn’t exactly have the energy to skip.

After Alexander received his letter (to be honest, you were certain it said “you suck, fight me” or something along those lines) you headed for Jefferson’s office, but then remembered. He didn’t have anything more for you to do.

For some reason, you wanted to tell that to Madison.

“Hey! Mr. Madison! Mr. Jefferson gave me a break! See? I’m not overworked!”

He sighed. “Miss (y/n), one break hardly matters.” He coughed. “But I’m glad for you. Have some well deserved rest.”

“I Will! Thank you!”

But she didn’t show up the next day. Or the day after that.

Jefferson drummed his fingers on his desk. “Where is she? I said to take the day off, not the week.”

“Maybe she’s taking a well deserved break because someone was pushing the poor thing too hard.”

Thomas looked up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” James said, “ the poor girl wanted you to be pleased with her. She worked so hard to do whatever you asked, and you never even thanked her for it. Honestly, Thomas, I can’t believe you didn’t notice. It was obvious that she has a bit of a crush on you.”

“Oh.” He looked embarrassed. “I guess… I shouldn’t have pushed her so much. I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“Yeah, that’s right, you weren’t.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t make me feel bad. I just pushed her so much because I liked her.”

James closed his eyes. “Thomas, that doesn’t make any sense at all.”

He was about to argue, but couldn’t. James was right. “Look, I know! It made sense somehow in my head. But it’s true, I did care for her. I just didn’t have time to get close, since I was too busy fighting with Hamilshit, dealing with politics…”

“Well, if you 'cared’ so much, you wouldn’t have worked her until she was exhausted.”

“James, If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve got a little crush.”

“Thomas, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you would make a terrible lover.”

“You got me there.” He sat down on the desk. “So where might she be? I don’t know where she lives. I’m worried.”

“Oh, YOU’RE worried?”

“God, stop. I already feel terrible. I’m stupid. Okay? Happy?” He shook his head. “But for real, where might she be?”

“I don’t know either,” Madison said. “But doesn’t she have a little office type place that she works in? We could check there.”

“Right. Let’s go.”

They weren’t expecting her to be there, but she was…. sound asleep with her head on the desk.

“My god,” Thomas said. “Is this really where she spends all her time?” He picked up a letter. There were many scattered around the floor, shoved into shelves, folded and stacked neatly. “This place is a mess.“ 

Madison picked up a letter too, and his eyes grew wide. "Thomas, read what your paper says,” He said in a fairly loud whisper.

“Dear Mr. Jefferson,” he started, and then stopped. “What the hell?”

“These letters… they’re for you. She’s been writing to you.”

Thomas continued reading. “Dear Mr. Jefferson,” the letter read, “I wish you would pay more attention to what I was doing. I want to get to know you better.”

“Dear Mr. Jefferson,” Madison read, “You always wear such nice clothes. I love the color of your coat.”

“Dear Mr. Jefferson, you’re very intelligent, I wish you the best of luck at your cabinet meeting today.”

There were so many. The tone of the letters varied, from cheerful to romantic to just plain angry. (“How can you be okay with making me work so hard?!”)

“This is so weird,” Jefferson sighed.

“I think it’s kind of sweet,” Madison argued.

“You’re just jealous that none of them are to you,” Thomas retorted.

“But there are some for him,” a sleepy voice said. The two men turned around. You were sitting at your desk, looking up at them curiously. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here?”

They both just stared. They forgot you were here.

“We were looking for you, (y/n),” Madison said finally.

“We were worried!” Thomas added.

“At least, I was,” Madison said. “Are you okay? You’ve been gone for a few days.”

You dropped your eyes to the ground. “I know… And I’m sorry. I understand if you want to fire me.”

“Fire y- oh, no, of course not,” Jefferson said. “In fact, I think I may owe you an apology.”

“For What? You didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah, that’s why.” He took a breath. “I should have told you this before, but…. thank you. I really appreciate everything you do. And I’m sorry for pushing you so hard.”

You didn’t know what to say. You just picked up the letters that were on your desk. One said “Dear Mr. Jefferson” and the other said “Dear Mr. Madison.”

“I wasn’t ever going to send these,” you said. “But I think… Maybe you both should know.”

They both looked down at the parchment in their hands, and then at each other.

“(Y/n),” Jefferson said, “If this letter is going to say what I think, then… just know that I feel the same way.”

You blushed.

“I wont read this here,” he said. “Ill save it for when I get home. Come see me in my office. If you… want to discuss it.” He winked, and stepped out. “I’ll catch you later, James,” he said.

Madison stood there with you quietly. Then he said, “I know you’ve fancied him for a while. But I have fancied you too. I just want you to know that I care about you too much to pressure you into making a decision. It’s your choice.” He kissed your hand and left, also still holding the unread letter.

You were awestruck.

This was absolutely unbelievable.

(Just kidding but seriously there will be more)

what i've been juggling these days (and why i am rarely on tumblr)

- a full time 40/hr a week job doing hair
- preparing to start my bachelor’s degree at a state university this fall
- filling out my FAFSA and looking into student loans
- doing my taxes (they are done and my refund is on the way 😩🙌)
- looking into financial aid for a certification program to become a paralegal (it isn’t covered by FAFSA) so i can work in the law field while i complete my bachelor’s
- going to physical therapy 3-4 times a week because of my car accident in december, and a doctor’s appointment once a month
- collecting documents and bills for my lawyer for my settlement regarding aforementioned accident
- finding a psychiatrist and seeing them (done & done!) and starting a new/updated medication regime for my mental health
- getting all of the (extensive) dental work that i need done. this is 3+ dental appointments a month
- dealing with the insurance company affiliated w the liable party in my accident case (see: the girl who hit me going 50 and totaled my car) and making sure they made the DMV aware my car was totaled (they did not -_-)
- working with my credit cards to make sure i am paying everything on time (my credit has been getting SO much better) and doing extra work to up my limits and ensure that my new car payment + higher insurance rate will always be something i have the funds to pay for
- AND LIKE DID I MENTION?? I SPEND 40 HOURS A WEEK – ALL DAY 5 DAYS A WEEK – AT MY SALON WORKING MY ASS OFF?? i have quotas to fill + retail commission i’m expected to make and im still fucking doing it and doing it VERY well

i have no fucking idea how i’m managing all of this, but somehow it is happening and please forgive me if i’m harder to get in touch with than usual (even tho…. i was impossible to get in touch with before)

He swooped into politics, he declared, to subvert the powerful and rescue those who cannot defend themselves. “Nobody knows the system better than me, which is why I alone can fix it.”

To Trump’s faithful, those words were a rallying cry. But his critics heard something far more menacing in them: a dangerously authoritarian vision of the presidency — one that would crop up time and again as he talked about overruling generals, disregarding international law, ordering soldiers to commit war crimes, jailing his opponent.

Trump has no experience in politics; he’s never previously run for office or held a government position. So perhaps he was unaware that one of the hallmarks of the American system of government is that the president’s power to “fix” things unilaterally is constrained by an array of strong institutions — including the courts, the media, the permanent federal bureaucracy and Congress. Combined, they provide an essential defense against an imperial presidency.

Yet in his first weeks at the White House, President Trump has already sought to undermine many of those institutions. Those that have displayed the temerity to throw some hurdle in the way of a Trump objective have quickly felt the heat.

Consider Trump’s feud with the courts.

He has repeatedly questioned the impartiality and the motives of judges. For example, he attacked the jurists who ruled against his order excluding travelers from seven majority Muslim nations, calling one a “so-called judge” and later tweeting:

Just cannot believe a judge would put our country in such peril. If something happens blame him and court system. People pouring in. Bad!
Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) February 5, 2017

It’s nothing new for presidents to disagree with court decisions. But Trump’s direct, personal attacks on judges’ integrity and on the legitimacy of the judicial system itself — and his irresponsible suggestion that the judiciary should be blamed for future terrorist attacks — go farther. They aim to undermine public faith in the third branch of government.

The courts are the last line of defense for the Constitution and the rule of law; that’s what makes them such a powerful buffer against an authoritarian leader. The president of the United States should understand that and respect it.

Other institutions under attack include:

1. The electoral process.

Faced with certified election results showing that Hillary Clinton outpolled him by nearly 3 million votes, Trump repeated the unsubstantiated — and likely crackpot — assertion that Clinton’s supporters had duped local polling places with millions of fraudulent votes. In a democracy, the right to vote is the one check that the people themselves hold against their leaders; sowing distrust in elections is the kind of thing leaders do when they don’t want their power checked.

2. The intelligence community.

After reports emerged that the Central Intelligence Agency believed Russia had tried to help Trump win, the president-elect’s transition team responded: “These are the same people that said Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction.” It was a snarky, dismissive, undermining response — and the administration has continued to belittle the intelligence community and question its motives since then, while also leaking stories about possibly paring and restructuring its ranks. It is bizarre to watch Trump continue to tussle publicly with this particular part of the government, whose leaders he himself has appointed, as if he were still an outsider candidate raging against the machine. It’s unnerving too, given the intelligence services’ crucial role in protecting the country against hidden risks, assisting the U.S. military and helping inform Trump’s decisions.

3. The media.

Trump has blistered the mainstream media for reporting that has cast him in a poor light, saying outlets concocted narratives based on nonexistent anonymous sources. In February he said that the “fake news” media will “never represent the people,” adding ominously: “And we’re going to do something about it.” His goal seems to be to defang the media watchdog by making the public doubt any coverage that accuses Trump of blundering or abusing his power.

4. Federal agencies.

In addition to calling for agency budgets to be chopped by up to 30%, Trump appointed a string of Cabinet secretaries who were hostile to much of their agencies’ missions and the laws they’re responsible for enforcing. He has also proposed deep cuts in federal research programs, particularly in those related to climate change. It’s easier to argue that climate change isn’t real when you’re no longer collecting the data that documents it.

In a way, Trump represents a culmination of trends that have been years in the making.

‘... the symbols of the Goddess Eostre were bunnies and eggs!’


Point one: our only source for Eostre mentions no symbols.
Eostre is attested in one, and only one, source: De Temporum Ratione by the Venerable Bede. He does not mention any ‘symbols’ of Eostre. He says only this:

Eosturmonath has a name which is now translated “Paschal month”, and which was once called after a goddess of theirs named Eostre, in whose honour feasts were celebrated in that month. Now they designate that Paschal season by her name, calling the joys of the new rite by the time-honoured name of the old observance.

No bunnies. No eggs. As the Oxford Dictionary of English Folklore states: ‘Nowadays, many writers claim that hares were sacred to the Anglo-Saxon goddess Eostre, but there is no shred of evidence for this; Bede, the only writer to mention Eostre, does not link her with any animal.’

Point two: we can pinpoint exactly where and how the ‘bunnies’ association arose, and it was pure speculation.

The folklorist and linguist Jacob Grimm, writing in Deutsche Mythologie (1874) speculated that a Germanic version of Bede’s Eostre might have existed, and called her Ostara.

Grimm attempted to make sense of the ‘Easter Hare’ tradition, i.e. the hare that left the Easter Eggs for children to find. He couldn’t explain it, so he had a wild guess: ‘The Easter Hare is unintelligible to me, but probably the hare was the sacred animal of Ostara.

Point three: we can clearly trace how Grimm’s speculation was picked up by later authors and mistaken for a statement of fact.

725 CE: Bede mentions Eostre. He does not associate her with hares.
1874 CE: Grimm, in Deustche Mythologie, postulates Ostara and states 'probably the hare was the sacred animal of Ostara’.
1883 CE: K.A. Oberle in Überreste germanischen Heidentums im Christentum, oder die Wochentage, Monate und christlichen Feste etymologisch, mythologisch, symbolisch und historisch erklärt also states 'probably the hare was the sacred animal of Ostara’ echoing Grimm.
1890 CE: Charles Isaac Elton in Origins of English History states that Easter customs at 'Hare-pie Bank’ at 'Harecrop Leys’ 'were probably connected with the worship of the Anglian goddess Eostre’
1892 CE: Charles J Billson in Folk-Lore refers to Oberle’s association of the hare with Ostara as a conclusion, rather than as a speculation
1944 CE: John Lanyard in Lady of the Hare states that 'the Saxon Easter Goddess does seem to have been connected with the hare’.
1976 CE: Christina Hole in Easter and its Customs states that 'The hare was the sacred beast of Eastre (or Eostre) a Saxon goddess of Spring and of the dawn.’

Please bear in mind that no new evidence arose during this time to change the speculative association into a definite one. The shift from 'probably the hare was the sacred animal of Ostara’ to 'the hare was the sacred beast of Eastre’ wasn’t based on any archaeological discoveries, collected oral traditions or unearthed documents. It appears to have been based completely upon authors borrowing from other authors, and in so doing, shifting the goalposts of certainty until one person’s speculation had become another’s unchallenged fact.

Point four: the popular story in which Eostre turns a bird into a rabbit can be traced to a New Age book from 1990, Mrs Sharp’s Traditions by Sarah Ben Breathnach, and no further.

It’s not an ancient pagan legend. It’s a modern New Age legend.

Point five: people only began adding ‘eggs’ as puported symbols of Eostre at the end of the last century.

The unsubstantiated conceit that Eostre had a hare companion had become common belief by the 1990s, when the BBC documentary Shadow of the Hare commented upon it and featured a song by Maddy Pryor in which the hare claims ‘I’m Eostre’s token’.

But eggs are an even more recent addition to the mix and seem to have come about purely as a result of Internet-based myth circulation. The intent is clearly to lay retroactive claim to popular, well-known Easter traditions in the name of paganism.

There is simply no evidence for these claims; furthermore, we can confidently point out how and when the claims arose in the absence of evidence.

Modern paganism does not need to be buttressed by this kind of bullshit.


A/N: I’m getting so lazy, I’m so sorry. I wrote this a hundred years ago, guys and it’s been sitting in a document collecting dust so I thought in light of his recent popularity boost, I’d give Wade some appreciation because he’s a sweet little pansexual murderer just like me, except I’m not a murderer, I promise. 

Anyway, a little background information so you aren’t confused, ‘Y/N’ has wings and they’re immortal and have known Logan for a very long time. He likes to make ‘Y/N’ really angry but is also really protective of them. 

And last thing, I’ve noticed I haven’t been keeping my imagines very gender neutral and I apologize for that and I’ll work on that, sorry.

“So…” Logan sighed, turning a chair around and sitting in it backwards. “The fairy god parent is an assassin?” he raised an eyebrow and shoveled a spoon into the ice ream I was eating. 

“Were you eavesdropping, Logan?” 

“Yes.” he said simply. “Hey, all bullshit aside, Y/N, be careful.” 

“Aw, kitten, you act like you care.” you cooed sarcastically, cocking your head. 

“I’m not acting, Y/N. It’s a dangerous business and if something happens to you, I won’t have anybody to aggravate.” Logan smirked. 

“Come on, Logan, I thought we were having a moment?” you punched his shoulder. 

“Yea, moment’s over and never to be spoken of again. Stay out of trouble.” he concluded but he didn’t leave.

“Nothing’s gonna happen. I have a partner anyway.” 

“A partner?” 

“Yea, you hate him, though.”

“It isn’t…” he dropped his spoon.

“It is.” 

“That jackass, really? That’s who you’ve been with all this time?!” he shouted.
“Yes, mom.” you shook your head. You knew he’d throw a tantrum. 

“Y/N, he can’t be trusted! You’re gonna be in a bind one day and he’s gonna leave you there to save his own ass, ‘kay? If you go missin’ he ain’t gonna go looking for you!” 

“I’m not going to go missing because he’s always with me.” 

“He’s not with you now. What if I tie you up in the lab? He’ll never give you a second thought.” Logan slapped his hand on the table. 

“You wanna tie me up, Logan?” you smirked. His cheeks turned slightly red and he diverted his eyes. “Get over it. He’s had my back for almost two years now and never once let me down.” 

“But he will and when he does, you’re gonna come running back to me.” Logan stated. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Wade asked, standing in the door way. “Look-” 

“No, bub, you look, this ain’t gonna happen.” 

“I’m 342 years old, Logan, you don’t get to tell me what to do.” I snapped. “And you!” you pointed your spoon at Logan. “I told you to stay outside!” 

“You’re not my boss.” 

“Yes, I am.” 

“No, you’re my partner. We don’t have a boss.” 

“Wade, outside.” 

“No.” Logan shouted. “No, I’m gonna kick his ass.” 

“No, you’re not. Sit down and  put your overbearing testosterone levels away, kitty cat.” you ordered. Logan glared at you but slowly sank back down in his chair.

“Can we leave? It’s really humid outside and this suit doesn’t agree with that.” 

“You forgot to put on deodorant again, didn’t you?” you asked. His mask shifted and you knew he was smiling. “That’s gross, Wade. Come on, I dropped off those pickles that Charles likes and that’s what we came for so I guess it’s time to head home. Are you going to give me a hug or not, kitten?” you turned to Logan and he sighed, standing tall and broad to wrap his arms around you. “I’m going to tell Charles goodbye, please refrain from killing my boyfriend.” 

“You didn’t say anything about him being your boyfriend, Y/N.” 

“I live with the guy, Logan! Don’t kill each other, or I’ll kill both of you.” The irony of that statement was they were both immortal. “Alright, old guy, I’m leaving.” you announced, bursting through the door to Charles’ office door. 

“Come home soon, Sam. Visit me.” he ordered. 

“Yes, sir.” you kissed his cheek and hugged his neck. “I’ll see you soon, I better go before those two kill one another.”