down with empire up with spring

anonymous asked:

Person a tripping in the street and person b whomst is a stranger to them catches them and accidentally dips them ( like the dance thing u know)

Justin Oluransi likes to walk, and being in this city so far has been nothing but walking.

Walking from the subway to the hotel to the pharmacy back to the hotel, then to the hospital in the morning for his interview and from there to the deli for an early lunch then back to the hotel and then just - out to explore midtown.

New York City is all. walking. all. the. time. And it’s beautiful clear weather on a breezy spring midmorning.

He loves it.

It’s like a dance, weaving between the many pedestrians, pausing for cars in the street but not waiting for the signal to turn green, picking up the pace to get away from the creepy dude following too closely, and then slowing down to enjoy the atmosphere - suddenly halting to catch his breath when he turns a corner and sees the Empire State Building.

What a sight, what a rush, what a thrill! The only thing missing would be a -

“Shit!”

A man bumps into him from behind so hard he’s twisted around and Justin’s glad he’s got quick reflexes because otherwise the man would have hit the concrete with the back of his head.

Instead, Justin has an arm under his shoulders and the other hand gripping the man’s waist tight to keep him cradled against his chest.

Wide green eyes stare up at him, and for a moment Justin can’t think. Those eyes are mesmerizing - they’re beautiful, soft, sweet. Justin’s lost in them.

It takes a moment for him to register that the other man’s hands are both gripping his arm tight, fingers digging into the light fabric of his favorite salmon hoodie, and he realizes he should help the man back to his feet.

“Sorry,” Justin says, pulling him into an upright position and letting his hands linger on the other man’s biceps for a moment to make sure he can support his own weight just fine.

“Chyeah, no, please, I’m sorry, I just, uh -” The other man is fumbling for words, running his hands over himself and then reaching up to right the cap on his head. “My legs don’t always send letters of intent to my brain, so sometimes my body wants to keep a pace and my legs just like - bolt for no apparent reason and I tumble over myself like a newborn fawn and it’s not - uh..”

He finally looks up and meets Justin’s gaze and for a moment Justin thinks he might lose himself in those beautiful eyes again, but the other man seems to suddenly regain control of himself upon catching sight of him. He straightens and stands taller, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt and licking his lips.

Justin does,, not follow the movement. Nope.

The other man clears his throat. “That wasn’t very chill of me.”

Justin laughs and the other man smiles softly in response.

“That’s ok,” Justin says. And then, because this man is really beautiful and Justin has never passed up an opportunity to flirt with beautiful people, he says “I was just thinking about how walking around here is like dancing, and then you waltzed into my arms for one heck of a grand finale.”

That gets a surprised laugh and a hint of a blush creeping on his cheeks, Justin can tell.

God, this man is beautiful.

“I’m Justin,” he says, extending his hand forward.

“Derek,” the other man - Derek - says.

When their palms meet Justin has to will himself not to stare at the way they fit in each other so well, or how they look clasped like that, or how long Derek’s fingers are.

“So uh,” Derek says, pulling his hand away but letting his fingers trail along Justin’s just slightly. “You pick up dance partners on 6th Av often?”

“Shit, is that the street this is? I thought I was on Broadway?”

He has to look around for a second, because if he got lost he has no idea how he’s gonna get back to the hotel and he cant handle being lost right now.

But Derek’s easy laugh flows over him, as does his gentle touch on his shoulder to draw Justin’s attention back to him.

“Yeah, Broadway’s right here. It just intersects here, see.” He’s pointing out all the street signs around them. “You probably just walked one block this way without realizing.”

“God, I’m such a tourist.”

Derek laughs again, and Justin loves how it sounds. “That’s alright, so’s everyone else.”

“You’re not from here either?”

“Oh no, I was born and raised on the Upper East Side. But everyone’s a tourist in this city bro, even the locals. Tourism is a state of mind.”

Justin lets that hover in the air for a moment. He watches Derek’s face and the way he seems so much more collected now, so much more in control and - chill.

“I’d love to have a five hour conversation with you about that one sentence.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.” Justin revels in the curious look adorning Derek’s face and asks “Where can we get coffee and talk into the sunset?”

Derek smirks and Justin can feel in his bones that he is not going to make the flight home tonight.

But that’s ok, maybe he won’t go home. Maybe he’ll stay in this city, take that position at the hospital, and maybe… maybe he’ll have Derek show him around in the meantime.

August 29, 1917 - Conscription Comes to Canada

Pictured - Prime Minister Sir Robert Borden addresses Canadian troops in England. Passage of the Military Service Act of 1917 allowed for conscription to find new recruits for Canada’s army when volunteers had dried up.

On August 29 Canada’s Parliament passed the Military Service Act of 1917, authorizing conscription of Canadian men. Over 300,000 Canadian troops volunteered for service at the beginning of the war, but by 1917 the volunteers had dried up, and Canada’s expeditionary forces had been chewed down in tough battles, including the hard fight at Ypres they were engaged in at the present. After a visit to France in the spring, Canadian Prime Minister Sir Robert Borden declared that compulsory service was necessary to refresh the army.

This decision was met with fearsome protest by many Canadians, especially in the French-speaking province of Quebec. The debate actually divided Canada visibly on language, as English-speakers backed conscription, while French-speakers, who felt little connection to the British empire, chastened at being forced to serve. Trade unionists, farmers, pacifists, and foreign immigrants also opposed the act.

Borden managed to push the act through Parliament. For the rest of the war, all male citizens between 20 and 45 were eligible to be called up. The decision would make the general election that December a bitter contest over the issue, and although Borden’s union government of Liberals and Conservatives did well, Canadian conscription actually reaped few benefits for the army. Only just over 20,000 Canadian conscripts ever made it overseas to the army in France.

distant-illusions  asked:

I nearly cried reading your recent Gladio & S/O camping and its like on the anniversary of light! Amazing! Could i possibly request the same idea for Prompto? What would he be doing with an S/O on the anniversary? Like maybe a photo exhibition or even just reminiscing! I love your writing so much by the way! xx

Awwwe thank you! You made me cry (happy tears) from your kind words! I will happily write this out for you! Try and make it more…bittersweet. Not gonna lie though, I did feel my eyes water slightly…

And, lemme know if you wanna see an Ignis and a Noct one! A Noct one can definitely be done - though it will be very angsty that one but I’ve sold my soul to Noct so it’ll hurt me more….probably.

I hope you enjoy!

Request mentionedhttps://airlea-sicarius.tumblr.com/post/159855639822/sweet-we-get-our-spring-break-next-week-so-i-plan


Prompto had it all planned out: a road trip crossing over Lucis… But…he scrapped that idea quickly. The hill…the final campsite they shared…the place they saw the destruction the Empire had brought down upon the city… that would be a fine place to spend the day, right?

So that was what he did. He escorted you to that very place. Set up a camp. Got out his photo album and his camera…. 

He sat down on the floor and crossed his legs, smiling up at the night sky. “I know you’ll be here soon, bro. And I’ll be waiting for you. With ___. My girlfriend. You might not remember her but…she was in our class at Highschool and then we saw her again at the Hunter HQ. That sweet woman who we never thought would be one of the best hunters they had. Know her now?2

“Prompto? Who you talking to?”

the blonde smiled as he looked at you. “Just the stars. Hoping he can hear me. I kinda want to wake him up.”

“Well, you have another couple of hours. C’mon. Catch some sleep? I’ll set an alarm for the -”

A gentle wind blew through the air, caressing both you faces and flowing through your hair. It was a small gesture, but one he had often felt. “See? That was him. I don’t understand wind, bud. But I’m guessing you side hi so - Oh? Not hi? Don’t you tell me you said goodbye. I hate goodbyes…”

“What were his last words to you and the guys?” You sat down next to him, taking his hand in yours.

“He said ‘Prompto, Gladio, Ignis. I leave it to you……. Walk tall, my friends.’” He sighed heavily, blinking as he felt his eyes water. “So that’s what we’re doing. We’re getting the place back on it’s feet. And we’re walking tall. Though Gladio fits that easier because he’s the tallest.”

You smiled and he felt you nestle yourself against him. “Not the uncaring prince that the rest of the school thought he was. Thank goodness for that. Otherwise I’d be believing the wrong person.”

“Well,” he straightened a little, “He did have his moments but that’s just because the crown weighed heavy. Especially after Altissia… Gladio didn’t help a lot. Called him a coward because he didn’t want to put the ring on…sat away from us until Ignis said his piece… We were all on edge but Gladio… you know how he is. I guess he thought that the country needed a King… never knew what was coming after that. Just…”

“Taken into the crystal one day, not to be seen for ten years. And then a day later…he ascended to the throne and sacrificed himself for the many.” He felt you squeeze his hand. “He was braver than anyone cares to remember.”

“What he did was…a…a miracle. If I was the chosen one…I wouldn’t be able to do that. I mean, die? Just like that? Accept my fate so easily? Well, he might have enjoyed the idea but…”

“He did what he had to do.” You  kissed his cheek. “If there was another way that meant he could see the day and save as many as he could, he would have taken that chance. But, to risk one live for the sake of the millions…one would hope we’d all do that if it was the only way to save the world… You included.”

Prompto looked at you. “Thank you. For believing in that. It means a lot.” He raised his free hand to your cheek. It was cooling compared to the usual Leide heat. “I love you.”

“Same to you.”

There was another gust of wind, a more playful one this time, which had you and Prompto laughing hysterically. This time it was almost look he could feel the King messing around with his hair and clothing even though it was just the breeze. “Dude, stop messing around. Or I’ll chuck vegetables at you.” The wind quickly died down. “I thought so, too.”

“You always talk to him?”

“Whenever I can.” Prompto replied with a small smile. “Always helps to lower stress-levels.” His smile widened slightly, the first sight of dawn poking through the dark sky. Clouds started to turn from corrupted blues and blacks to heavenly pinks, golds and reds and oranges. But this light symbolised the longest day. This light symbolised the brightest day. This light symbolised the return of hope and the restoration of equilibrium: of harmony. And it symbolised just how grateful the blond was. “Hey, um, __? I have something to ask of you.”

“What is it?”

“Well, I, um…” He cleared his throat, his cheeks warming. “I just wanted to let you know that I…I love you, like I say everyday, and…I care for you. And you’ve helped me through so much this year and…although we’ve only been together for, like, nine months…this thought has never left my head. “ Prompto took your hands gently, entwining his fingers with yours, and looked into your eyes. “I want to marry you. I…I want you to marry me. I don’t mind if you - “

But you didn’t let him finish his sentence as you threw your arms around him, stunning him for a brief moment before his lips quirked into a joyous grin and his arms wrapped around your waist. When he looked up, he could certainly see a lone figure approaching him. He looked so real, so much like the last Noctis her saw. He was smiling, both thumbs up. “Glad you opened up the start of the day like this? Wait, I know you are.” He chuckled. “Congrats.”

“Thank you.” His voice was a small whisper, both answering him and thanking you for accepting. 

“Keep on keeping on, Prompto. Value the time you have. And when you look to the distance, know that I’ll be there. Always.

At that final word, his figure began to disperse, sylleblossom petals blowing on the wind. Prompto felt his heart tighten slightly, his eyes tingle. He closed them and buried his face into your neck. “Thank you so…so much.”

December 31st, 1914 - Looking Back on 1914

Pictured - A German’s grave in East Prussia.

By the end of 1914, the war had taken hold of Europe.  Children in London told a tongue-twister that began “Sister Susie’s sewing shirts for soldiers,” and British soldiers in Flanders sang deprecating songs about trench life.  It was clear to all that the war had no end in sight.  Europe went to war confidently in August, but now it was trapped in a nightmare from which it could not awaken.

The Second World War began relatively slowly - after the invasion of Poland, an admittedly bloody affair, the combatants settled down and no further major combat occurred until France was invaded in the spring of 1940.  In contrast, the First World War opened up in full intensity.  The German invasion of Belgium and the Schlieffen Plan had almost captured Paris, until the miracle of the Marne turned the Germans back and established the lines of trenches, creating a stalemate.  In the east, the Russians had suffered massive defeats to the Germans but won correspondingly large victories over the Austro-Hungarian Empire.  Battles raged not only in France, Belgium, and Poland, but all throughout the world - from China in the east to the South Atlantic in the west.

1914 was the bloodiest year of the Great War.  The French alone lost 300,000 dead and 600,000 wounded by the end of the war’s first 6 months - more losses than either Britain, France, or the United States would suffer in the entire Second World War.  August 22nd, 1914, was the bloodiest day of the war.  The casualty figures were the results of old military tactics meeting a new, industrial method of warfare.  The immense amount of change that had already occurred between August and December was astonishing.  What had begun as a quick war of mobility and marching armies devolved into a war of trenches, a siege along the entire Western Front.

Image Source: Det stora världskriget vol. II, p. 574.

On a bright spring day a 12-year-old girl called Vartoughy was cleaning her porch when she saw a bird’s nest. Reaching up with her broom handle, the young Armenian knocked it down and swept it away. A neighbour was watching and chided her. “How would you feel if someone pushed you out of your home?”

A few weeks later all of the Armenians in Everek – which was then part of the Ottoman empire – would be told they had to leave.