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January 7th 1923: Rosewood massacre ends

On this day in 1923, the Rosewood massacre ended in the Florida town after raging for a week. The violence began on January 1st, the day after a Ku Klux Klan rally was held in the area. It started when a white mob descended on the predominantly black town in response to a rumour that a black Rosewood man had sexually assaulted a white woman. The group of over 400 whites attacked African-Americans who they believed were involved, torturing people for information and targetting a family home. They then rampaged throughout the town burning buildings to the ground, including houses and churches. The black residents were forced to hide in the nearby swamps until they were evacuated to other towns, leaving Rosewood completely deserted in the wake of the violence. The carnage ended on January 7th when the mob burned the last structures and there were no black residents in Rosewood remaining. The final death toll was officially six blacks and two whites killed, but according to witnesses closer to thirty African-Americans died. A white jury decided there was insufficient evidence and none of those involved were ever charged for their role in what was erroneously portrayed as a ‘race riot’. In 1994, almost seventy years after the event, the Florida legislature passed a bill that gave each of the nine remaining survivors of the massacre $150,000 in compensation. While it is not enough to provide justice for the Rosewood victims and survivors, the 1994 law ended decades of refusal to come to terms with the horrors committed at Rosewood.

“It has been a struggle telling this story over the years, because a lot of people don’t want to hear about this kind of history … It’s a sad story, but it’s one I think everyone needs to hear”
- Lizzie Jenkins, descendant of a Rosewood survivor

  In retrospect, there was no freaking way that Jyn and Cassian could have been Rey’s parents. Not because of the age issue (they’re about ten years younger than people were guessing), but because how are we supposed to believe that Jyn “Abandonment issues” Erso and Cassian “All the way” Andor would leave THEIR kid completely alone on a desert planet? Like no. No way. I think they’d both straight up MURDER quite a number of people before being separated from their daughter (without even bringing their own childhood issues into it.) The only way that could have happened is if they where both some kind of combination of killed or imprisoned after Rey was born, which just brings MORE ANGST. 

  On the other hand, painful parallels. Jyn lost her parents at 8, Cassian lost his at 6, Rey’s been alone since around that age. 

100 Things [Jason Todd x Reader]

@litbatboys requested: “HI ITS @LitBatboys could you possibly do a Jason X reader where you guys are like on a date at an aquarium or smth and you are able to control water and he never new that but like finds it super cool and it’s one more thing he loves about you and as you walk he lists like 100 things he likes about you? idk it’s just there make it fluff my dude that was a weird prompt I’m soRRY”

A/N: I totally forget everything we discussed about, I’m sorry. It kind of sucks but I was so lost on how to write it XD I hope it’s okay though

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 717

The aquarium was completely deserted, it was only you and Jason, which was perfect. You always complained about how your dates were never ‘private’ because the places you two go to were so crowded and packed with people, but today was different.

“I still can’t believe you got Bruce to rent the entire place for the day.” you mumbled, shaking your head in disbelief.

Jason chuckled, “you better believe it, babygirl. I wanted to make this date as special as possible.”

“You being here already makes it special Jay.” you insisted, turning around and facing him while still walking. “You don’t need to go through all this trouble.”

“I told you.” he said, “I want to.”

“Whatever you say.” you sighed, knowing how stubborn your boyfriend could be. You stared at all the fish and the marine animals swimming in the tank behind the protective glass. They were incredibly beautiful, but you felt slightly sad that they were kept in this enclosure. You knew this aquarium aimed on protecting the marine life but you thought they deserved some freedom.

Walking up to the glass, you placed your hand on it and closed your eyes, focusing on a dolphin you saw earlier. You reached out for it–him, beckoning him to come closer to the glass. Once he was in front of you, you smiled at him and began to ask questions.

Jason watched you with curiosity and interest. At first, your actions puzzled him but after a few minutes it didn’t take a great detective to see what you were doing.

“[F/N], you can… talk to animals?” he asked, shocked. You stopped communicating with the kind dolphin and turned your head to him, smiling slightly.

“Ah… marine animals, actually… I never mentioned that?” You laughed sheepishly.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Guess it slipped my mind.”

Jason watched you continue communicating with the dolphin behind the glass. Soon, other animals approached you and the smile that appeared on your face must be one of the most beautiful things he had ever laid eyes upon.

Everything made sense now. You always told him you would never eat fish, even though you ate every other kind of meat. You loved marine life but you hated going to the aquarium, the exception being if the aquarium acted as protection for endangered species.

He shook his head in disbelief, finding you even more amazing now. He approached you and wrapped his arms around your torso, earning a surprised squeak from you and causing the animals to disperse, hiding behind the rocks and structures in the water.

“Jason!” you exclaimed, “don’t do that.”

“Sorry, you’re just too irresistible.” he chuckled. “I can’t believe you’d hide this from me.”

“I didn’t hide it, I forgot to tell you.” you corrected, pouting as you turned to face him.

“Yeah, sure you did.” He rolled his eyes. “I guess now I have another thing to add to my list.”

You frowned. “What list?”

“A list of 100 things I love about you.” Jason stated, grinning proudly.

You scrunched up your face. “That’s so cheesy.”

“Yeah, but you know you love it.” he claimed, stealing a kiss from you. This time it was you who rolled your eyes. You took his hand and led him through the aquarium, the marine animals inside the tank following you and waving at you as you waved back.

“So, are you going to tell me the other 99 things you love about me?” you inquired casually, you were terribly curious.

“You sure you want to know?”

“If I didn’t, why would I ask?” you scoffed.

Jason laughed at how impatient you were. “Fair point.” He cleared his throat. “Okay, number one; I love the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something you’re passionate about.”

“Really? That’s so minor.” You cut him off, looking at him skeptically. He gave you a loving smile.

“It’s the little things that make me fall for you even more, cupcake.” he said with genuine love, causing you to blush.

“O-Okay… are all of them like this?” you said shyly, feeling flustered by his answer.

“Pretty much.” he said before continuing to go through his list. God knows how he remembered all of it.

But having Jason be romantic was a little nice for a change.


Pankalangu wardrobe by Trent Jansen

According to Western Arrernte story telling, pankalangu is a territorial being that lives in the scrub and is completely camouflaged in the desert. Pankalangu can only move with the rain, and is made visible when the rain that falls on him is caught by the light.

Crocodile in palette 56. Requested by my friend via Facebook.

This dark green set is hard but I do really want to see Crocodile in this fashion.
Though I’m not very good at lighting. orz


Title: Feelings [Professor!Steve x Student!Reader]

Summary: AU!College. It may be seen as wrong to love your former professor but it’s how you felt.

You tried to smother your urge to fidget and sneak overzealous glances at the door in front of you.

Clad in the best outfit you could put together, you waited anxiously, ignoring the strange looks you’d receive from the final trickle of students and staff leaving the for the day. Classes had long ended, and it wouldn’t be long until the hallways would be completely deserted. You bid your time and hoped no one would stop to talk to you while your nerves were on edge.

You ran your hands against your clothes repeatedly to wipe away the sweat that would gather on your palms, and your shoes lightly tapped against the cool tile to a nervous rhythmic beat. When the door swung open, your cheeks immediately warmed, and your heart clenched tightly in your chest upon the sight of who you wanted to see most. It suddenly hurt to breathe.

Steve leveled his gaze on yours, and his face brightened with recognition and surprise. A gentle smile slid onto his handsome face, and the ache you felt in your chest worsened at the sight of it. You had his full attention, and it made you feel even more vulnerable, having his perceptive stare fixated on your face.

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jack just. rents places out.

bitty: i kinda wanna go see a movie
jack: okay i’ll meet you at the theater
bitty: shows up to the theater in a limo jack got for him, doesn’t have to pay for his ticket, all the theaters are completely deserted even though he’s only using one of them, is confused but does cartwheels in the front row anyway


Tamiya Challenger 2 (Desertised) 1/35 scale - Royal Scots Dragoon Guards, 7th Armoured Brigade, Desert Rats - done and dusted!

This is the first time I’ve really had a go at bashing up a tank with chipping and weathering and had a lot of fun with it. I used a combination of paint and Tamiya’s Weathering Set to apply the effects over a gloss coat, then applied a couple of coats of flat clear. The old Trumpeter Challenger kit that I discarded ended up becoming quite useful. 1) I lost the little rubber cap that covers the gap between the gun and mantlet, so raided the Trumpeter kit for a replacement, and 2) Trumpeter’s front CIPs (the white panels) were a much better alternative than Tamiya’s “just cut them out from some plasticard” solution.

She finds him in a garden at the Jedi Temple just before dusk, two days after she commanded the execution of Order 66. She can tell by the look on his face and the set of his shoulders that he’s already been inside. All of the bodies have been removed and properly cremated, but there hasn’t been time for a full clean-up. She knows the hallways of the Temple are still littered with smears of blood and the scorched rubble left behind by blaster fire.

The area is completely deserted; the only two lifeforms around are herself and the man collapsed on a set of steps like a puppet with its strings cut. He doesn’t look up as she approaches, but the subtle way his body twitches as she gets closer indicates his awareness of her presence. She halts a few feet in front of him, skirt swishing against the ground as she stops. They remain like that – she, calmly standing before him, gaze sweeping over his dirty robes and soot-stained auburn hair, and  he, slumped on the concrete steps, eyes locked dazedly on the ground – for a few aching moments.

“Obi-Wan,” she finally says when it becomes clear that he is not going to be the first one to speak.

“Padmé,” he spits out. He at last tears his eyes from the ground to look up at her, avoid her eyes, as he asks, voice harsher than she’s ever heard it before, “Or is it Empress Amidala now?”

“Obi-Wan,” she sighs out his name, the way a mother would address a child who was being particularly difficult. “Please don’t –”

“Stop saying that!” he shouts, cutting her off. “Stop saying my name like we’re friends!”

“We are friends,” she reminds him, gently.

“You’re a Sith, Padmé!” he scoffs and jolts to his feet, lurching toward her. Though she does not step back, knowing better than to show any weakness by giving ground, she cannot stop her hand from twitching toward her waist, where her lightsaber is concealed beneath her cloak.

His eyes do not miss the motion and all the fight seems to drain out of him, abruptly. The brief bout of anger is gone as quickly as it came, leaving behind nothing but weariness and sorrow. He staggers back and falls once again onto the steps.

“How could you?” he whispers, “Padmé, how could you?”

There are a thousand different things she could offer in response, explanations and justifications, lies and appeasements. But the only thing she says is, “Because I had to.”

It’s not enough. “Why?” Obi-Wan cries. Tears are slipping down his checks now, making twin tracks through the dirt and grime. His despair is palpable in the Force; she can feel it radiating from him. She has her own emotions locked down tightly behind her mental shields. One of them has to remain calm.

Slowly, she moves forward and lowers herself to sit on the steps beside him. While he flinches slightly as she reaches out to cover his hand with her own, he doesn’t move away from her. He still won’t meet her eyes, but that doesn’t surprise her. When the truth had come out between her and Anakin, she had stopped concealing her eyes in front of him. He’d spent the first few days unable to look into them for more than a few moments at a time. She has to admit, even she’s still occasionally unsettled by their eerie yellow glow.

They sit quietly for some time, each lost in their own thoughts, both longing for the days when words and affection alike had flown easily between them. Finally, she knows they can prolong this moment of fleeting tranquility no longer.

“I am your friend,” she reasserts, squeezing his hand. She counts it as a small victory that he does not outwardly protest it this time, though inside he must still have his doubts.  

“I know that you don’t understand,” she tells Obi-Wan, voice a soothing hum. “I know that you’re scared and confused, and you feel betrayed. I could promise you that I’m not evil and I haven’t gone insane, that I am still the same woman you have called friend for years now, but I don’t know if you would believe me.”

He doesn’t deny it, and she smiles at him, sad but unsurprised. She had known before she’d come here that pacifying Obi-Wan would be no easy task. That was why she’d left Anakin at home, even though he was anxious to make sure his former Master was safe and unharmed.

She can feel that his anger and fear have abated. He is terribly sad, so very lost and unsure. Sensing his weakness, she allows hope to bubble up inside her, hope that she still has a chance to sway him to her side, that she will not lose yet another of her friends to their own stubborn refusal to yield.

Resolve strengthening, she rises gracefully to her feet and turns to look down at him. “Come home with me, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” she implores, holding out her hand. “Let my husband treat your injuries, meet my newborn children. And let me prove to you that our friendship has not been a lie.”

He slowly lifts his eyes to meet hers, gazing into the tangible truth of her nature for the first time. After a long moment, he looks down at her deceptively small and gentle hand. It trembles ever so slightly as, heart pounding fiercely in her chest and longing a sickening twist in her stomach, she waits to see if he will take it.

Sith Padme edits: 1 and 2 and 3.

I was inspired to try and find the oldest piece of writing I hadn’t deleted and it’s from right after I turned 14. It… is the most pretentious thing… omfg. I was so proud of this shit. It was my featured deviation, back when the dA lit community was active and cool. I thought I was a fucking prodigy. At least I can confirm that my obsession with girls who have boy names and kiss girls has been ongoing for at least twelve years.


Abandoned Green Village in China

A once prosperous fishing village, this green village is completed deserted in present day China; nature has reclaimed its existing civilization. Located on Goqui Island at the mouth of Yangtze river, the mysterious village has been captured by an unknown Shanghai-based photographer. Each image details nature’s invasion: every house is covered by ivy and vine, which makes for a spectacular, majestic view. 

Found you … !!

  • Mistyfoot: Oh this place is perfect for RiverClan! There's a nice wide stream with stepping stones and reeds for shelter, there'a nice little island and plenty of fish.
  • Tawnypelt: This place is great for ShadowClan. We're got pine trees and soft ground, there's a nice thicket for our camp, and even my brother thinks it's a little bit evil.
  • Squirrelflight: This is great for ThunderClan! The woods have plenty of shelter and prey, and this gorge is deserted and completely hidden with caves and stuff for shelter!
  • Crowfeather: RABBITS
You and I

short lil one shot about Lightning being maladjusted to the slow life.

Words: ~1,000

He was built for speed. There was something in his blood; a thirst, a hunger to be out on the track, engine thrumming, tires blurring, crowds screaming. The light, the friction, the noise, weaving its way into his veins and making his soul vibrate. Lightning was addicted to stimulus like it was a drug.

And Radiator Springs felt like withdrawal.

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