eastern pacific

I got tagged by @loopyloo2610  Thank you so much bb! (*´▽`*)!!!

Name: Luisa

Nickname: Lou 

Birthday: October 31st  (ꈍᴗꈍ)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi, but honestly it varies greatly, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Height: (Lucy what? you are so tall!), mine is 1.71 mts or 5′6′’ (not sure about the feet measurements, sorry)

Time Zone: Pacific Eastern Time 

Average hours of sleep: from 5 to 10 hrs

OTPs: Horo/Ren, And Keyships (i have others but i’ll keep them to myself)

The last thing I googled: Shrugging Kaomoji ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

First word that comes to my mind: A song by Red Velvet

What I said last to a family member: “Look!, the colors in the curtains look so pretty because the sunrise. Orange, blue, orange”.

One place that makes you happy and why: I absolutely adore going to Little Tokyo. Yes, aside from having my weeb merch, and cater to my weeb tastes, it has other stores that have so many cute Japanese things, and antiques. Also is great for drawing people because everyone who goes there looks so interesting, and there’s public karaoke past six pm, so a good time always ensues. Also there’s always a breeze there so, regardless of how scorching hot it might be in LA you can be sure it will be somewhat fresh in Little Tokyo.

How many blankets I sleep under: Rn one because is getting warm ;;

Last movie I watched at the cinema: I believe it was King Kong: Skull Island?

Three things I can’t live without: My sketchbooks ;;

Something I plan on learning: Learning how to sew and learning Japanese and Italian once and for all. I know a little bit of Italian, but I’m at zero when it comes to Japanese and there are just too many things I want to understand in the language…so I guess is time to learn it.

Piece of advice for your followers: To quote 2-D from Gorillaz “It always gets better in the end, and if is not better, then is not the end”… I know.. deep

You have to listen to this song: DUMB-DUMB BY RED VELVET, Is SO GOOD AND CATCHY, and LOOK AT THOSE VISUALS, THEY ARE ALL SO CUTE??? I think I’m in love…

My other blogs: My artblog @onigiriis !! (please do check it out if you’d like? I have nothing good there but still), and I have an nsfw blog that I won’t give away, but if you’d like I can give you the URL. (and also the shitpost? blog I share with Zoe… @chorochoros)

ok I’ll tag @taishiteru (I second Lucy on tagging) @landofoz @bromatsu @mappadouji and @psixinope

Oh my god. Like oh my god.

In my class we had to draw a modern political cartoons and write a paper about the cartoon. And it could be about whatever it was just a fun holiday-weekend HW assignment. Anyways this person in class drew a cartoon of a giant foot stomping on a white man to represent how POC are actually the true racists and oppressing the white man. So she drew like this huge foot with words “Native American, Black, Latino, Middle Eastern, Pacific Islander, etc.” in it and it’s stomping on a small defenseless white man. 

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Divine Flora is a flower shop and fortune teller’s hideout. Located at Lavender Beds, Ward 8, Plot 34 (Dappled Stalls Sub Aetheryte), Divine Flora will be open on most Saturday afternoons for all of your floral and future seeking needs!

Divine Flora is also seeking competent staff with a love for botany, good customer service, fortune telling, or any combination of the above! This is not a free company, but is instead a Linkshell based business. If you love flowers, are passionate about making people happy, or seek to see into the possible future, a job at Divine Flora is waiting for you!

Please send an ask to this blog, to @astrometers, or an in game tell to Megetu Adarkim if you’re interested in being part of Divine Flora. Your best bet is an ask, though, as I don’t always hear/see the tell notifications and may be AFK. Please note that none of the positions are paid OOC, but IC your character will be compensated for their time!

In time, the shop will also be offering (roleplayed) fortune telling courses and floral arrangement courses, with a view to perhaps offering courses in the wider art of Botany in time. Interested in becoming an instructor yourself? Maybe you have a desire to learn! Either way, contact me in the above ways and I’ll get back to you!

Divine Flora’s Grand Opening is THIS SATURDAY at 9pm UK Time/5pm Eastern Time/2pm Pacific Time!

Come along for some relaxing roleplay in a friendly, chill environment! Whether you’re looking for floral arrangements for your manor, a bouquet to apologise to your love for a wrongdoing, a peek into the stars, or help and guidance on botany matters, please come and drop by! There will be plenty of tea and snacks!

Happy Women’s History Month!

to ALL WOMEN!

shoutout to:

-trans girls and women

-muslim, christian, jewish, atheist (etc) women

-tall, short, skinny, fat, chubby, soft, sweet, strong, muscled, etc women

-latino, african american, middle eastern, asian, caucasian, pacific islander, aboriginal and mixed race women

-straight, bisexual, lesbian, pansexual, demisexual, asexual/aromantic, and queer women

-women in the closet

-women out of the closet

-feminine women

-masculine women

-immigrant women

-refugees who are women

-women with mental health issues

-women in the military

-women in the government

-WOMEN 

rani presents… a masterlist of poc fc resources

in light of many members of the rpc wanting more racial diversity in roleplays, i have compiled a masterlist of, well, poc faceclaim masterlists and directories. they’re sectioned off by type for easier access. if there’s a broken link, please message me immediately and i will have it fixed! if you have a link to a resource that you think would be a good addition to this list, submit it to me! please give this a like or reblog if you’re apart of the rp community only! now, go out there and diversify your rps! enjoy!

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evergloriousoverlord  asked:

I've been thinking about this for a while, so I decided to find out your thoughts on the matter. How would you go about creating a good fantasy religion?

When it comes to building a religion, the key things to remember is that religion is tied very much to ethics, the nature of reality, the meaning of life (and anything that comes after), and other deep philosophical underpinnings of what it means to be alive, to be good or evil, what responsibilities do we have in life. Religion offered to the people of the past (and continues to offer to the people in the present) profound comfort, meaning, and purpose for the entire life. So, you have your work cut out for you. But this is not beyond the ability of the aspiring worldbuilder and fantasy writer. I’m going to caveat this: I’ve studied religions, but a lot of my studies were focused on western religions. Someone who has studied more Eastern, African, or Pacific religions feel free to add anything. I acknowledge my limitations and have done what I could be as inclusive as possible, but I am certain there was stuff I missed.

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WYNG is Looking for 1 New Girl. COULD IT BE YOU?!

Who is WYNG?

Just in case you’re unaware, WYNG is an all female songstress group. We perform at big public events, and sometimes even small private events. From performing on stage to giving assistance on the battlefield, we love to do it all. We are just a normal group of girls with big voices, kind hearts, and imaginative minds! 

Who are we looking for?

Due to some recent changes to the group, like one of our members retiring and another one of our members changing her character - we are looking for a fifth member. We want a girl who’s passionate about music and wants to pursue it as a career! Or maybe a girl who’s already well known solo who wants to join a group. Either way, we want you if so. 

OOCly we’d prefer you to be in the American time zones. (Eastern, Central, Mountain, or Pacific). Having experience in running events is nice, but not required. Having experience in IC performance is also nice, but not required. We will be more than willing to take someone in who is new to the IC performing scene. We would also like our next girl to be any race except for miqo’te or midlander. We have nothing against miqo’tes or midlanders, we just want diversity in our group and to have a wide variety of races represented. 

Think you have what it takes? 

Then send a PM to @zhara-liara-yuni! I can’t wait to hear from you.

What is the meaning of Okinawa within the larger frame of East Asian politics, and why has it proved such a thorn in Tokyo’s and Washington’s sides? The island is the largest of the Ryukyu chain, a broken necklace of coral reefs and rugged, volcanic islets that curves for some 700 miles across the East China Sea, from just below the tip of Kyushu in the north to Yonaguni in the far south, from which on a clear day one can see Taiwan. The Ryukyus were settled by the same mix of seafaring peoples that populated the southern islands of Japan, and the languages have a common parent-stock. Okinawa itself is about 70 miles long, and rarely more than seven miles wide; it lies in the typhoon path, some 400 miles from the coast of China’s Fujian Province, 800 miles south of Tokyo, roughly on the latitude of the Florida Keys. Granite slopes, green with sub-tropical vegetation, rise from clear seas; there are spectacular natural anchorages. The soil is poor, and what little cultivable land there is yields a hard living. Yet for centuries the island thrived as a way-station for maritime trade along the eastern Pacific. Intrepid Okinawan mariners ventured down to Indo-China and up to the Yellow Sea.

Envoys from the Ming Emperor had first reached Okinawa in 1372, and actively encouraged the island’s trade. Ryukyuan leaders thenceforth participated in the rituals of the Chinese tribute system: travelling every two years to the Imperial court to make their kowtows, and be royally fêted in return, while taking advantage of the many opportunities for informal trading along the way. Tributary gifts were supposed to be native produce, but an exception was made for the Ryukyu Kingdom, which had so few resources of its own—sulphur, copper, shells—yet could offer such dazzling luxury imports. The warehouses in the harbour town of Naha stored rare timber, spices, incense, ivory and sugar from the Indies and beyond; swords, textiles, ceramics, Buddhist texts and bronzes from Korea or Japan to be shipped to China; brocades, medicinal herbs and minted coins going the other way.

The sailors brought stringed instruments and dances from Malacca and the Indies which the islanders adapted to their own legends. Ryukyuan masonry became a high art, the heavy local stone carved into sturdy yet graceful ramparts and bridges. Above the harbour, the palace complex of Shuri Castle commanded a panoramic view over the ocean and the distant islands. Its steep stone walls and ceremonial gateways enclosed lacquered reception halls, gardens, shrines and the private apartments of the king, his wives, courtiers and concubines. The leading English-language historian of the island, George Kerr, has described the sophisticated society created by a population of perhaps 100,000:

It was a toy state, with its dignified kings, its sententious and learned prime ministers, its councils and its numerous bureaus, its organization of temples and shrines and its classical school, its grades in court rank and its codes of law, all developed in an effort to emulate great China. [26]

The Ryukyu Kingdom’s trade with Japan—the only power in the region to defy Imperial China—was supervised on the Shogun’s behalf by the Daimyo of Satsuma in southern Kyushu. This involved a second set of tributary relations. In the 1590s, the King of Ryukyu politely declined to support Hideyoshi’s planned assault on Korea and China. As a reprimand, the Daimyo launched a hundred-strong armada of war junks against the island in 1609. His forces looted Shuri Castle and took King Sho Nei prisoner. The terms of his ransom were an annual tribute, amounting to nearly a quarter of the tiny kingdom’s revenue, to be paid in perpetuity to the daimyo of Satsuma. In addition he would henceforth control all the Ryukyu Kingdom’s overseas trade—and, after 1634, exploit it freely to circumvent the Tokugawa Shogunate’s seclusion edicts, which closed off trade to the rest of Japan. The Ryukyuans turned to Peking for help, but the enfeebled and embattled late Ming court felt neither obliged nor able to inconvenience itself for a subordinate state. [27] Ryukyuan merchant shipping declined, weakened not only by Japanese rake-offs and the disruptive effects of the Manchu take-over in China, but by European penetration of the East China Sea, bringing with it missionaries, guns and demands for trade.

By the early 1800s, Western interests—American, Russian, British, French—were converging on Japan, hoping to prise open its ports by diplomacy or force. The Ryukyu Kingdom was an obvious—and defenceless—launch pad for such an attack. In 1853 Commodore Perry dropped anchor in Naha, hoping to establish a military base. The White House thought it would be ‘inconvenient and expensive’ to maintain such an outpost, however, and the Commodore sailed on to Edo and a larger prize, having granted the little state recognition with the 1854 Ryukyu Kingom–United States Friendship Treaty. From Japan’s vantage point, too, securing Okinawa was the rational first step in a modernizing imperialist expansion that would soon encompass Formosa and Korea. Within five years of the Meiji Restoration, Tokyo had asserted its sovereignty over the Ryukyus and—through a show of arms on Formosa—extorted recognition of this from China. When Shuri demurred, a garrison force was dispatched to the island and a powerful Home Ministry bureau opened there. In 1879 the now-powerless Ryukyuan throne was abolished and an Okinawan Prefecture established, under the command of a Tokyo-appointed Governor. The deposed king was held under restraint in Tokyo until his death in 1902. [28]

Imperial rule brought a levelling down for Okinawans as the local aristocracy was displaced by arrogant officials from the north. Land reform in the early 1900s abolished the communal village-allocation system in favour of private ownership, creating tens of thousands of landless labourers. Sugar-cane plantations, run by a monopoly corporation whose principal shareholders were the Imperial Household and the Mitsui and Mitsubishi Companies, came to dominate the local economy. Japanese modes of dress and speech were made compulsory; state Shinto and the Emperor cult were imposed; portraits of the Emperor and Empress hung in every public building. Eventually, in 1920, Ryukyuan representation in the Diet was put on the same footing as that of the rest of the country. Okinawans suffered severely during the inter-war period and Great Depression, which has passed into memory as the time of sotetsu jigoku or cycad hell, when people were reduced to eating the fruit or bark of the cycad, a palm-like but toxic tree. They played little role, however, in the militarization drive of the 1930s or invasion of China in 1937. The minimum height and weight requirements for the Imperial forces were above the average for Ryukyuan males, and during the Second World War they were largely confined to the labour corps. [29]

Facing defeat, Hirohito ‘sacrificed’ Okinawa in a bid to preserve the Emperor System and the home islands, while treating for surrender terms. The Allied land assault was launched in April 1945: the ancient walls of Shuri Castle were subjected to continuous bombardment from air and sea for sixty days, while half a million US troops poured onto the island, five times the size of the defending force. To the Imperial Japanese Army, distraught Okinawans were either a nuisance—competing for scarce resources, hindering troop movements—or a threat, suspected of spying because of the incomprehensible dialect they spoke. In the most extreme cases, grenades were distributed and the people were called upon to sacrifice themselves in ‘collective suicides’. At the same time, many trying to hide in the island’s caves were incinerated by American flame-throwers. More than 200,000 people, half of them civilians, died in the rain of fire and steel. After the cynical nuclear bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki had secured an already prostrate Japan’s unconditional surrender, Okinawa became ‘an immense, neglected military dump’:

Towns and villages were rubble heaps; tens of thousands lived in caves, tombs, lean-to shacks, or relief camps … Farmers became air-base labourers; fishermen became truck-drivers; the old aristocracy disappeared. Cast-off GI clothing, American soft drinks, cigarettes and canned goods supplied a new luxury trade for a totally impoverished people. [30]

The memory of 1945 is seared into Okinawan identity and has shaped responses to the security agenda foisted upon the island ever since. Their outrage is especially stirred by attempts to sanitize history, as happened under Koizumi, by deleting from school textbooks their memories of the compulsory mass suicides under the bayonets of the Imperial Army, and the final orders from Tokyo to abandon all thought of survival. They learned, and refuse to forget, that neither the Japanese nor the American armed forces were there for their defence.

—  Gavan McCormack, ‘Obama vs Okinawa’.  New Left Review 64, July-August 2010

Central Washington gothic:

  • It’s summer and the air is thick with heat. It comes off the ground in waves, making you see things. That’s what you tell yourself, at least: it’s the heat.
  • In the summer, the world around you burns, and hardly anyone even seems to notice, anymore, even when the sun darkens in the cloudless sky, the night glows red, and you can taste the smoke.
  • A thunder cloud rolls in and you wait for the rain but it doesn’t come. It never comes.
  • You know a spot just outside of town where you can sit and see the Milky Way at night, but you don’t go there anymore. That’s not the only thing you can see out there.
  • Strange lights hover over Hanford at night. Everyone knows they’re there, but no one talks about them.
  • People say that more cars go into Hanford than come out.
  • You have a jar of Mt. St. Helens ash in your house. Everyone does. You don’t remember how it got there.
  • It used to get almost unnaturally quiet during the winter, when it still snowed all the time. It hardly ever snows, anymore, but it still gets just as quiet. Too quiet.
  • The patches of wilderness that grow by the rivers make you nervous. There’s thousands of stories about the things that lurk in there. You prefer the sprawling, sagebrush covered steppe, where it’s more difficult for things to hide.
  • A tumbleweed rolls across the highway. You don’t think twice about it until you remember that there’s no wind.
  • There are hills in the distance. There are always hills in the distance, but you never seem to reach them.
  • You find yourself engulfed as a dust storm covers the highway. As you pull over and wait for it to pass, you swear you can see things moving in there.
  • The windows shake and you tell yourself that it’s just the thunder, even though the storm has all but passed.

“…Yet a better proof of ancient Negro presence is the fact of Negro colonies found by the Spanish and Portuguese discoverers on the eastern coasts of South and Central America. Mendoza encountered a tribe of Negroes, and Balboa, when on his famous expeditions of the discovery of the Pacific Ocean, met in the old province Quareca, at only two days’ travel from the Gulf of Darien, with a settlement of Negroes.”

Peter DeRoo, ‘History of America Before Columbus’, vol 1, p. 341 – 1900

Vasco Nunez de Balboa (1475-1519) was a Spanish conquistador and explorer who was the first European to see the eastern part of the Pacific Ocean (in 1513), crossing the Isthmus of Panama.