Someone today tried to tell me that the Songhai Empire (one of the most powerful in African history) shouldn’t count as a historically black kingdom because it was “built and ruled by Arabs”. I had made a comment about historically black kingdoms in response to someone’s “WE WUZ KANGS” joke and this redpilled motherfucker thought he knew better than me.
For those who don’t know, the Songhai are an ethnic group in Western Africa who are, you guessed it, black. Songhai built the empire, Songhai lived in it, Songhai fought for it, and Songhai ruled it. I don’t even know if I’m using the proper grammar for that but at least I fucking know what it means.
And then he had the sheer dumbass gall to call my assessment inaccurate and claim that I’m a dirty SJW historical revisionist. I’m not even an SJW. I usually can’t stand SJWs, to be completely honest.
I’m just a fucker who likes historical accuracy.
Tell me again how Askia the Great wasn’t black, shithead.
Oh but that wasn’t all, because apparently MALI wasn’t a black empire either.
You may remember Mali. It was the fabulously rich kingdom ruled by black, Muslim Western Africans, most notably Mansa Musa. He was the man who, thanks to his ridiculous wealth and charity during his Hajj to Mecca changed the price of gold throughout the ENTIRE MEDITERRANEAN:
Oh and also Ethiopia didn’t count either because the Jewish kingdoms there were “semites, not blacks” and Haile Selassie was “too modern to count”.
Now first off, the Jews in Ethiopia are like 99% black. They’re called Beta Israel (Beyte Yisreal in Hebrew) and they’ve been black since the beginning.
Even ignoring that vital fact, that statement forgets about the ENTIRE GIDEON DYNASTY, rulers of the Kingdom of Semien from around 400 AD to 1627 AD, when their Kingdom was absorbed into the Ethiopian Empire ruled by ANOTHER BLACK DYNASTY HOLY HELL WHO’D HAVE THUNK IT, THE SOLOMONIC DYNASTY.
So apparently Haile Selassie (Solomonic Dynasty),
Queen Gudit (or Yodit) of Semien (Gideon Dynasty),
and Menelik II (Solomonic Dynasty, the dude who beat a modernized Italian invasion with guerrilla tactics, spears, and a few muskets), among a hundred other rulelrs,
don’t count as historical black rulers because this anti-SJW son of a bitch couldn’t be bothered to read a goddamn history book and started pulling shit outta his contrarian ass.
And then he tried to pull the whole “oh the Egyptians were BROWN not BLACK lololol you sjw scum” thing.
THE ENTIRE 25TH DYNASTY WAS BLACK. They were ALL from Nubian Kush, and they oversaw some of Egypt’s most prosperous periods, as well as one of the great pyramid-building crazes.
But the best part of this was when he tried to tell me that the capital of the Kingdom of Great Zimbabwe, pictured below, was nothing more than “a glorified medieval peasant’s hut”.
(For scale, those big walls are up to five meters (or 16 feet) high and built without mortar. They’re held up by masterful architecture alone.)
IT WAS A CITY OF UP TO EIGHTEEN THOUSAND PEOPLE,
Go fuck yourself, whatever your name was. Fuck off back to your echo chamber and leave history to the grownups.
I met up with a friend today and ended up on a quest to find Merlin’s grave in the Scottish Borders. I never knew about this until a few hours ago that according to legend Merlin ended his days in Scotland.
According to The Reader’s Digest’s Encyclopaedia of Folklore, Myths and Legends of Great Britain, Merlin raised an army of pagan warriors and led them into battle against the Christian community of Strathclyde. The pagan campaign ended disastrously. Merlin’s army was slaughtered and Merlin himself – driven insane by grief and guilt – spent the rest of his life living as a hermit in the forests of southern Scotland.
So we arrived in Drumelzier, a wee village on the B712 in the Tweed Valley in search of this grave. My friend Leslie had tried in vain to locate it about 20 years before, all we had to go on was information on Canmore website, which is part of Historic Environment Scotland, it told us that “
According to legend which is at least as old as the 15th century, the wizard Merlin was buried 200 yds NNW of Drumelzier Church, on the level haugh close to the right bank of the River Tweed” We found the Kirk and climbed a wooden stile behind it to a line of trees, Leslie had been told the grave was marked by a tree, information I found online told us that it had been swept away in the 1920,s but another tree had been planted more recently, we spotted a couple walking dogs and they directed us to the bush you see in the first pic, it had a plaque below it seen in the second pic. Job done, Leslie was pleased as punch, but the day wasn’t over, we jumped back in the car and drove towards Stobo stopping short of the village and up to
Altarstone Farm, the clue was in the name, Leslie pointed towards a large square boulder opposite, unless you knew it was there you wouldn’t look twice at it, even if it caught your eye it just looked like a lump of concrete half hidden by the foliage, he told us before Merlin died he converted to Christianity after meeting
Saint Kentigern (aka St Mungo) here and this was called The Altar Stane.
I refer to Canmore once again it has a couple of things noted through the years, “A large stone in the wall at the roadside near the farm to which it gives name. It is of a somewhat cylindrical shape about five feet high and six feet in diameter. The top forms a plane, smooth surface and it is supposed to have formed the Altar of a druid’s Temple or some such object, there is no tradition respecting it. It is always called the Altar Stone but why it is so called, the Proprietor of the estate says, cannot be ascertained.Name Book 1856.” and “There are marks on the upper surface of the stone - said to have been made by a witch.J W Buchan and H Paton (eds) 1927.”
On to Stobo Kirk and a stained glass window of Kentigern
Myrddin, the name Merlin is derived from in the Welsh language.
So there you have it, a subject I knew nothing about, and all within easy reach of Edinburgh. I have more pics to post, will add them later.
Pictorial map of the Jalisco region, on the west coast of Mexico. This is a tiny part of a map of North America, drawn by Anton Thomas in pen and colored pencil - and is nearly four feet wide and five feet high & loaded city skylines, other landmarks, and many animals [1900 × 1266]
Pairing: JayTim Event: JayTimWeek Summer 2017 Summary: Wherein Jason is a nervous, lovesick mess and Tim is clueless. Notes: I’M A WEEK LATE; forgive me ;__;
“Tonight is perfect,” Jason admitted, just as the ferris wheel carriage reached its zenith. After all, the moon was full and the stars were bright, and the neon haze below made him feel giddy. His gaze slid to the other side of the cart and he shoved forward a drooping bouquet of wildflowers, wilted from the motorcycle ride.
Against his ribs, his heart jack-hammered.
“It’s perfect…because of you,” he breathed, swallowing thickly right after the confession. It was a moment of truth. His palms were sticky. His throat had gone dry. He ached…and then he groaned just before unceremoniously crumpling backwards, causing the carriage to tip sideways and creak under the sudden shift of weight.
The bench across from him was, of course, empty.
Had Timothy Jackson Drake actually been sitting there, Jason would have undoubtedly taken a swan-dive from the cart and disappeared into the crowds below. A man’s pride could only take so much in a ten minute period, and confessing to someone like Tim seemed like a surefire way to throw your heart into a blender.
After all, Tim was calm. Streamlined. Kind of nerdy, but that I’ve-got-my-shit-together type, which spoke to Jason’s nerdiness on an elevated level. But also, Tim was unaccessible.
Always on patrol.
“Well?” he asked, eyeing the bouquet in his hand for advice. “What do you think? He loves me, he loves me not?”
They stared at him. Jason stared back.
One daisy wilted further.
“Uggggggh,” Jason dropped his hand, unintentionally letting the flowers slap against the seat.
When the ride ended and the cart door opened, the elderly attendant stepped forward to help only to pause abruptly.
“Sir?” he asked.
From his collapsed position on the bench, Jason simply lifted his wrist. The flowers made a sad sound. Jason sighed.
He felt pathetic and he hadn’t even been rejected yet.
Jason thought about giving up. Trying a different time. Trying a different person. But the attendant’s hand came forward as he took a step inside the carriage; he saw the weeping flowers, the far-away, love-lost look in Jason’s eyes.
Maybe he sees himself, Jason thought. Did he once try to woo a lover in a ferris wheel?
The old man said, very seriously, “Son. You need to get off.”
Part 3 of my drarry fic“1953″. Part one here, part two here and ao3 link here
The stairs. How, for the love of Circe could he have forgotten about the stairs? The water reached up to his navel now, he and Millicent already had to carry five of the second years so they wouldn’t go under and now they had to cross the common room. The common room that lay exactly three four and a half inch steps lower than the hallway leading to the flooded dorms.
“I can’t swim!” Cried one of the boys in a panicked tone as he came to the same realisation as Draco, who turned around to look at Milly. Please let her have a solution please let her have a solution please let her have a solution, he prayed to no god in particular.
There was a flash of panic on her face too. She had no solution.
He tried to clear his mind enough to occlude, which would make it a lot easier to think, but the panic was too overwhelming. He’d been able to occlude while undergoing torture, living with the Dark Lord and even during a part of the battle of Hogwarts. And now he couldn’t. When he’d finally taken on the challenge of saving lives he failed at the one thing he could usually always rely on. And now he had no idea what to do next.
“We have to move to the right a bit!” One of the girls clinging to his side exclaimed as she drew her wand. He had no idea what kind of spell taught in second year could be of use now, but he didn’t know what else to do either. He forced a last bit of strengths back into his numbed muscles and moved to where she wanted him to be. He could feel her bracing herself between him and the wall before aiming her wand.
“Bombarda maxima.” The curse hit the door on the other side with surprising precision and it exploded with a deafening bang, creating a huge opening for the five feet high water in the common room. They immediately felt the difference as the current shifted towards the door and the water level went down. Most of them were tall enough to keep their heads above the surface now.
“Thanks.” Relieved, he pulled her closer to his side again, pleasantly surprised by her initiative.
“You can thank me when we’re out of here.” Gabrielle told him, somehow managing to sound a tad smug despite the circumstances. He wanted to say something about that, but then several windows broke to the left of the blown-up doorway, making the water of the lake spill into the common room at an alarming rate. He and Millicent immediately descended the three steps and began crossing the room as quick as they could. They wouldn’t be able to get to the other side anymore in a moment.
“Hold on tight!” Millicent yelled as she grasped one of the boys just before he could be swept off towards the door. The water was full of floating furniture and other debris, it would be way too dangerous to let the kids cross it on their own.
Draco went first again, resuming his task of pushing floating couches and chairs out of the way. It took ages to make some decent progress. By the time they’d reached the centre of the room the water was nearly four and a half feet high and Draco had more bruised than not-bruised skin. He barely felt any pain due to his hypothermia, but something he did feel was just how fucked their situation looked like at that moment.
They still had to get from the common room to the top of the stairs, a distance of at least two hundred metres, the water level was rising, some of the kids looked like they could pass out at any moment and Draco himself did not at all feel steady on his feet.
Suddenly another even colder gush of water came at them from some newly snapped windows on the left side of the room, and the extra current created a whirl around them. Ahead and behind the water rose, while it dropped in the middle. Draco’s breath hitched in his throat as he saw the wall of the whirl rise higher than his own head.
Tamara started crying. Several of the floating lights flickered and went out. Something small and heavy collided with his ankle so hard it broke, though the cold shielded him from feeling any pain.
This is not how I am supposed to die, Draco thought, in his head going back to the dream he’d had ages ago. Ages ago that couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, though with these temperatures it wouldn’t be long before the hypothermia would knock them out completely. Fifteen minutes was already far too long.
“Follow me!” Draco barely realised he’d spoken, but he damn sure realised that he was not going to die like this. On pure willpower he forced new energy into his arms and legs, pulling the kids clinging on to him closer. The thing that had broken his ankle had also given him an idea.
This part of Mars’s northern hemisphere was dominated by flat country, the crater-pitted remnant of old lava flows. Southward the highlands would start to pile up into far more spectacular and mountainous terrain, dotted with terrible crevasses and ancient volcanic peaks. But all that was well over the horizon. Here everything was relatively flat, darkened by the local green-brown sand and dust— except for the features lowering over the site to which Mamvish had brought them. On every side, immense charcoal-dark dunes of windblown basalt sand had piled up— stretched out serpentlike across the plain, half a mile or a mile long, as sharp-edged as any desert dune on Earth. But in the lower gravity, these dunes towered nearly five hundred feet high, casting long, cold shadows across the plain in the light of early morning.
Welcome to the Tate Modern, of the former United Kingdom. I am Fiona Williamson, curator of the Remembrance Wing of this gallery. The Remembrance Wing was created to honor those that lived and died through the Great Reckoning, and the efforts made to ensure the new society is no longer in danger of such violence. We make an effort to host artists in this space whose work, at least in part, looks at our worldwide efforts to achieve and sustain a peaceful and prosperous society.
This year, we have decided to devote the Remembrance Wing to an artist whose work encompasses a wide range of life’s experiences. Looking at the dramatic social shifts taking place around the globe, while also examining the deeply personal realities of day-to-day life, the Tate Modern presents a selection of the work of Claudia Atiano.
As part of our ongoing efforts to promote and develop strong relationships within the artistic community, we put this exhibition together with respected artist Roimata Mangakāhia, who also narrated this audio guide. Mangakāhia spent time interviewing Atiano about her work in general, as well as the pieces included more specifically, and is able to provide invaluable expert opinions, as well as a glimpse behind the curtain of Atiano’s artistic sensibility.
The audio guide begins on the western wall near the entrance and continues through the entire wring. Key works discussed on your cassette tape will be marked with numbered red cards. Each audio description will end with a tone. You may then press pause til you come across the next numbered card. Thank you for your patronage of the Tate Modern.
Roimata Mangakāhia’s narration will begin after you hear the tone.,
[So I’m not even sure I’m doing this right. However it’s a little fic I made up and wanted to put it here. Um, yeah. Enjoy?]
Nearly three months had gone by since we monsters had earned our freedom. It should have been rather easy to just enjoy everything. But uh, when you expect everything you have to suddenly vanish…it made relaxing a bit hard.
At least everyone was happy. Couldn’t get much better honestly. Actually…that was a lie. One of the biggest ones I ever dared to say or think. Frisk could have at least told me when she was going to reset. Sure no one else would remember when things went back to the start.
…And then there was me.
Frisk knew I wouldn’t totally forget. Hell she was probably the only one who even had any idea as to what some of my nightmares were about. So then why was she doing this to me? It was like torture I swear. Suppose asking her was always a choice. But it always felt like I was interrupting something big going on in her life when I attempted.
So guess I would just wait patiently for the inevitable to happen.
Her voice snapped me back to the present. She had this gentle smile on her soft looking lips. My head shook for an answer. Frisk turned her attention to the horizon in an attempt to see if perhaps something had captured my attention this entire time. Unknown to her this allowed me a long moment to just take in the sight of her. God she looked really good with her hair pulled back like that.
Never before had I ever considered a ponytail to be a tease. Until now that is. Seeing it brush against her skin made me a bit jealous. After all I couldn’t help but wonder how soft that skin might be under my bony finger. Or the sounds she’d make if I dragged my tongue over the nape of her neck. Wait, how long had she been looking at me for?
Rather than worry about it I chose to simple flash her a grin and motion for her to sit next to me.
“I don’t see no BODY so I guess you’re in the clear.”
“Damn it walked into that one. Heh.” She produced a glass bottle from under her tank top. “Here. Just don’t tell mom I slipped it to you.”
“Kid your secret’s safe with me.”
“So…everything good? You’ve been out here a few hours. I know it’s most likely nothing but well, consider me worried is all Sans.”
Heh, that was so like her. Always fretting over everyone else in the house. Made it a little hard to hide things from her. She knew us too damn well.
“Na I’m fine.”
“Hm?” I glanced over while twisting the cap off my drink.
‘PLEASE DON’T LIE.’
She used her hands to speak to me. I just waved it off with another smile. But this time I didn’t get the chance to say anything. Her hands captured mine, tenderly. Frisk was careful about where she put the glass bottle. Felt my face reflect my confusion as she did. This hadn’t ever happened before.
And suddenly her own hands were using mine to form the works she wanted to say to me.
'IT HURTS ME TO SEE YOU LIKE SANS. PLEASE, DON’T SHUT ME OUT.’
Had to give her props. She’d figured out a way to speak not only silently but in a way I couldn’t ignore even if I wanted to. I also couldn’t just leave at the blink of an eye. Seems all her bases were really covered this time. But the subject in question…couldn’t just be talked about in the open so carelessly.
So it just boiled down to an uncomfortably long silence between us. All I found myself able to do was look at my hands which were currently in my lap. Her hands they’d been so…Soft. Would the skin over her shoulders and neck be this way? Maybe it was softer. If that was possible.
“Should we go to the hill and stargaze?”
A nod was my answer. Frisk offered me her hand and together we walked towards the large hill. Couldn’t have been more than a five minute walk away from the house or so. Made it a perfect place to just sit and relax during the day. Or set up a spot to camp at night. And the incline wasn’t even that bad so I didn’t mind the short walk.
“I never thanked you for our two dates.” Frisk said after we were out of ear shot of the house.
“D-dates?! What? When?” My heart nearly must have doubled in speed.
“Sans, like it or not I’m pretty sure you asking a girl out to have something to eat with you – which you did twice – is a date to some degree.”
“W-we just hung out!” My face blasting bright blue now.
“It’s okay Sans no need to be shy. You were a perfect gentleman. Can’t wait for our third date.”
That was all I could take. My hood was yanked over my face to muffle the sounds I was currently making. Wish I knew what to call them aside from sounding like I was just flubbing for something to say. Hated how easily she could fluster me sometimes. Though she did have a small point, to others it would seem like I’d taken her on a date. Which didn’t help my current state of being.
Thankfully she was patient with me. Carried me the rest of the way too. Meant I was given enough time to sort myself out. But that didn’t stop the heat which settled primarily in my face.
I felt the grass cushion us as she placed me between her legs. What was I a baby now? Gently her hands worked the hood off my face. With it gone the night sky was open to my viewing pleasure. Don’t think I’d get over how amazing this sight was for some years. After all my whole life had been spent underground. Our form of stars couldn’t even hold a candle to these ones.
When Frisk just started to sing I could hardly believe it was happening. But there it was. A lovely delicate melody just flowing into the night air. Like a silk ribbon being brushed against my face. The tornado of worries and stress which had run so wildly through my mind began to die down. Felt nice to be this relaxed again.
Like I…I could…could just slip into the deepest sleep I’d ever had…
There was a sudden warmth that washed over me as I slowly started to come to. Birds were chirping ever so softly. And the smell of flowers tickled my nose ever so slightly while I lifted my head up. Must have fallen asleep on the floor and didn’t even realize it. Rubbing the last bits of slumber from my eyes I briefly wondered how long I’d been asleep. The sight before me was one I should have expected yet felt foolish for even being remotely surprised at.
Gold and red tiling checkered the floor before me. Seems a large stone pillar had served as my back support. For a long moment I just sat there uncertain as what to do. Because deep down I’d known this had been coming. That much had been obvious. And yet…
Ah forget it. No point in getting worked up over what clearly had already been done. Besides if I was here it meant she was close. Might as well get into position. Kid would be here at any moment. Like now.
Funny I didn’t recall her footsteps sounding so…heavy last time. Nor was there a massive chill in the air. Or a feeling of dread setting deep in my bones. This wasn’t right. Frisk was harmless. Granted she had a hell of a left hook but she avoided using it.
So then what was with these feelings?
“Asleep on the job?” A mocking laugh rippled through the air. “Well this explains how come your brother died so easily now doesn’t it?”
My sneaker covered feet scrabbled against the tiled floor. I couldn’t be sitting down, not now, not with that monster so damn close to me! Hadn’t he gotten board yet? Try as I might to regain some sense of control over my emotions it was pointless. This kid – no this fucking monster – was the one thing which had killed me. And not just once.
Oh no. That would have been too kind coming from him. Almost merciful in fact. I had lost count at eight. By that time I’d been too broken to want to fight back. All I’d done was just run.
“Where is Frisk?” My own fears had to be suppressed, for her sake.
“Frisk? I don’t know a Frisk. But I know a cowardly comedic skeleton. Perhaps you’ve seen him?” The footsteps drew closer. One at a time with an agonizingly slowness to them. “About five feet high. Wears a blue jacket, a white shirt under it. Some slippers – though I suppose they could be sneakers now – and he has this stupid red RAG around his neck.”
My own hand flew up to my neck. Sure enough there it was. Papyrus’ scarf wrapped firmly around me only confirmed what my mind had silently been dreading. But this made another question come to mind. If he was here with me where was Frisk? Realizing that she very well could have been one of the countless victims of his murdering spree all my fears vanished completely.
Replaced with an unchecked rage my heart and head flew into a blur. Nothing mattered except for beating this punk’s face right into the marbled floor. One for each friend he had killed. Thrice for Papyrus. Five for me. And a few more for Frisk.
Everything was going to be fine. He would die. And I’d walk out of here to find Frisk. No way I was going to loose her and my brother all at once. She could reset and everything would be fine once again. Just had to stay focused on this abomination of a Human.
But that damn determination of his. And knowing my attack patterns. It all worked against me. Every second I had less and less magic to use. Not to mention my body was starting to become heavy like a brick. Damn it he was relentless!
It was an order he shouted at me boiling with every last drop of determination he had. I’d run out of steam. My magic was too low to rely on even a simple attack for protection. And now my back was against the wall. This was going to hurt. We both knew that.
And just before the damn thing could hit me someone else took the blow for me. All I saw was the movement before hands slammed into the stone pillar above my shoulders. A set of mismatched eyes looked down at me. One a normal emerald green hue, the other glowing a vivid purple as smoke wafted from it. Then a smile stretched over the face of the young woman I knew so well.
I’m not sure how long everything about the sight before me took to set in. But when it had finally processed in my head I realized several things. The first was that the sound of Human flesh being sliced apart by a knife was one of the most terrifying things I’d ever heard. Second was that Frisk had taken a killing blow which should have been meant for now. And because of that she now had this massive bleeding gash in the middle of her chest. Despite all the crimson which splattered onto me the kid still managed a smile.
“…Love you…” She whispered.
No sooner had they left her lips did her soul simply shatter. Corpse still cooling she toppled into the ruble littered floor in front of me.
Oh god no. Please don’t take her from me. It was like my heart had just be smashed to a million tiny bits. This was just as painful as loosing Papyrus. Yet the pain echoed through out my heart in a different way than it had with my brother. She just…just couldn’t be gone!
It was like I hoped calling her name would just instantly wake her up. Like this was all some sort of horrific mistake. Or one messed up prank. But she just lay there smile on her face refusing to get up. Denial set in rather quickly since I found myself shaking her. She just couldn’t be dead not now.
“How sweet.” He stepped up to me again. “How about you join her?”
As my gaze turned up to meet his the blade of the still warm weapon plunged into my left eye socket.
I felt the scream of crippling pain rip it self from my throat in the same instance my hands flew up to cover my face. A heavy weight suddenly settled upon my body as my body thrashed about wildly. God it felt like a fire or something was just writhing around my socket. For several seconds whatever had pinned me down struggled with me. Their hands couldn’t get a solid grip on my face I made sure of that. Not with the fear of a knife being plunged into me again still lingering in my mind.
“San! Hey it’s me! You’re safe I promise to you.”
A dream? No. A nightmare. Honestly I shouldn’t have been shocked by them by now. But that had been the first time Frisk had ever been in that dream. Normally ones with her were a lot…happier.
I felt like a fool for not realizing it was a dream sooner. Frisk, saying she loved me? Yeah. Only in my dreams. Kid could have any good looking Human she wanted. And I was a Monster.
It was no brainer on who she’d choose.
Upon realizing that I was in fact fully awake Frisk relaxed some. Let go of my shoulders so she could sit back. The look of concern wasn’t hard to miss in her eyes. Just what had she heard I wondered silently. For a bit we just sat there the two of us. Me under her flat on my back. Her at pelvis level a mixed look of pain and worry on her face.
“Sans. What did you want to ask me back at home.”
“…Heh this again? Told you it was nothing.” I bluffed.
“Right…just like the dreams I have about me stabbing Papyrus and you are nothing?”
My eyes blinked at her slightly taken back. How had she even been having those dreams? She wasn’t anything like the first Human who came down. Or the second. They had both been boys but…she clearly wasn’t. This complicated things a bit more than I’d have liked.
Right. No more lies.
“Alright.” I gave a deep sigh. “You got me kiddo. Something has been eating at me a bit.”
“Sans you shouldn’t ever be worried about talking to me.”
“Then why are you holding off on resetting?” My voice lashed out with all my mixed pain and anger.
“W-what?” Frisk blinked at my question. “Re…reset? Wait are you serious?”
“Kid I can’t keep fighting this.” My entire body shook lightly under her from all this. “I need to…to know when you plan on resetting.”
“You know what’ll happen. Everyone will forget, they go back to zero l-like nothing ever even happened.” I smiled around the tears I felt threatening to blind me.
“But that’s fine. They get to enjoy their happy ending. And then they don’t have worry about things when It all starts over again right? But…but then there’s me. You know I won’t just forget Frisk.”
“SANS! Listen to me!” She snapped cupping my face in her hands.
“Please, Frisk…I just want to know when. Can you tell me that much?”
Her thumbs cleared the tears from my eyes, then locked my sight with hers. An unreadable expression crossed her face.
“Never.” She answered.
“I’m never going to reset again Sans. Never. Ever.”
“But…but what about your eye?”
“What about my eye?” Frisk almost sounded offended.
“Don’t you want to fix it?”
“Sans do you really think I’m so shallow that I’d undo everything just because of how I look?”
“Well no but…”
“Can I remind you I was the one who was stupid enough to drink an unlabeled can from a refrigerator in Alphys’ lab before asking if it was alright?” Frisk just shook her head. “It was my fault. No sense in punishing everyone for my silly mistake right? Besides I’ve grown rather attached to it.”
“N-no more resets?”
“Ever. Cross my heart Sans.” An x was made over her heart. “I just…I can’t stand the thought of sending the one I love forget me. Especially when I’m pretty sure he has everything he’s ever wanted right here and now. Right?”
“…One you love?”
“Ones! As in plural!” Instantly her face turned the darkest red I’ve ever seen it.
“No I’m pretty sure you meant one.”
“You must be delirious from not sleeping well. It’s okay though I forgive you.”
Frisk got off me in order to start heading back home. Call it stupid or maybe just a spark of insanity but I didn’t let her. With a whistle she turned around quirking a brow to look at me curious as to what I might want from her. As skilled as she was in running around and dodging it was impossible to fight against blue magic you weren’t expecting. It wasn’t going to hurt her, just enough to bring her to the ground.
Made a cute little sound when she flopped over too. Though as to be expected she was less than pleased with me. Especially since I didn’t let up on the magic as I got closer to her. Had to give her props though. She managed to struggle to her knees.
“Alright look I’ll be quick with this so neither of us embarrass ourselves. Kid how long have we known each other?”
“D-do you really not remember?”
“I do. Just asking you so you can remember.”
“Sans I was 12 when I went to Snowdin I’m almost seventeen now. You do th’ math.” she huffed. “A-and let me go too!”
“Promise you’ll stay here and talk this out with me?”
“About what exactly?”
“Why you haven’t told this fella you like him.”
“I-if I do will then you have to let me go.”
“Sure. So how you want to go about this kiddo.”
“You ain’t getting’ up until-”
“Eh? Wait, what really? Is now the best time?”
“Sans! Knock knock damn it!” She looked even redder if that was possible.
“Alright. I’ll bite. Whose there?”
My head tilted a small bit. I didn’t know this one. That was new. Given my wide arsenal of bad puns and knock knock jokes. Bet she was too embarrassed to say out loud who it was. This kid sometimes I swore.
She could knock over the biggest baddest monsters, never give up hope, save us all…and yet she was all flustered over asking someone out. Heh. Cute. Absurdly so.
“Eh?!” My face burst to life with color.
It caused my magic to falter. Frisk shot up to her feet. She…really had just said that right? No that had to be a prank to throw me off the trail. Seems she was still extra flustered over asking the guy out.
“Not a bad one kid. I think he’ll like it.” My thumbs up showed my approval.
She simply stood there clutching one arm with the other. And damn she looked so freaking vulnerable right now. But why was she looking at me so intensely?
“…I’m serious you know.” Frisk confessed. “That was me telling the guy in question.”
Everything just clicked all at once suddenly.
“Wait…y-you mean me?!”
Her eyes shut closed tightly. Tears spilled down her cheeks.
“I got it off my chest okay? B-but I’m sorry I said anything! I never wanted to wreck what we have. Sans. Please just forget it okay? I don’t…I don’t want to loose the best friend I’ve ever had because I was stupid and fell for him.”
“You do mean me.” The heat was back in my cheeks again.
“B-but we’re on the surface! You…you don’t HAVE to choose me kid.”
“Sans. I didn’t choose anyone. It just happened. Love is funny that way you know? One day you’re sitting with a skeleton swapping jokes. Enjoying life. And the next next? Well, you just wonder ever so slightly what it’d be like to kiss him. To hold his hand, t-to have the courage to tell him exactly how you feel.” She shifted a bit in place. “To say you know, that I love you Sans.”
She took my silence rather hard. It wasn’t that difficult to tell as she plastered on a smile for my sake.
“Well there is it. I just hope you can forgive me and we can go back to being friends okay?” She offered a hand to me.
“Frisk.” I held my tone very steady.
“I can’t tell you how much I hate it when a joke goes unfinished.”
“Don’t jerk me around Sans!”
“I’m not. You didn’t finish the joke.”
“Didn’t finish…? Sans the hell are you on about! That was the joke. 'Olive you!’ what more could you possible add to that? It’s a pretty done joke if you ask me.”
“You won’t know until you start over again will you kid?”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“Don’t look like a goat to me.”
“I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING!”
“Easy now!” I held up my hands hoping she would relax a bit and put her fists down. “Hey…your eye is glowing.”
“It does that Sans. Remember it was Skeleton Determination I drank. Lights up when I’m under stress or feeling overly emotional. Sort of like right now…” There was a highly tense moment I thought she might just walk off. However Frisk surprised me by taking a deep breath.“Alright. Fine. But I really don’t see a point to this anymore.” Her left eye which had been a roaring fire of flashing purple and ghostly flames died down to a small flicker of color. “Knock knock.”
“Olive.” She grumbled.
“Olive who?” I rocked back on my heels a wide grin on my face.
“Ugh, Sans sometimes I swear…Olive you.” That lovely red came back to her face.
“Huh, really? Well…Olive you too.”
“You.” She stopped having to take everything in for a moment. “You what?”
“See didn’t finish the joke.”
This had to be one of the most interesting yet nerve wracking things for me. Just standing here hoping that she would react positively at the end of all this. It had been a little mean as far as execution went. But Frisk was forgiving right. That much I had faith in.
“You can’t play off my confession! It’s against the rules!” Came her blurted response.
“What? Since when?” I asked half offended half baffled.
“Since like…always!” She tossed her arms up in the air.
“Oh is that so?”
“Then why are you blushing so hard?”
“T-that’s besides the point Sans!”
“So you want me to confess in my own way?”
“Sure Frisk. But remember you asked me to do this.”
Her heart turned blue once more. In the same moment she started to fall towards the ground I was at her side. Catching her in a low dip a tender smile on my face as I placed one of her hands on my shoulders. She gasped softly at the action. And color hit her face so hard it reached the top of her ears. Tenderly my free hand pulled back the stray strands of hair from her face.
“Frisk. I love you alright? No joke, totally serious here. Got that?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded very slightly.
“Good. Now if you excuse me I’ve been waiting a few years to do this.”
Once I tipped her head back a slight bit her lips touched mine. Well, if I’d had any that was. But seeing as how I didn’t she at least understood what I wanted enough to go along with it. I’d been right though. These lips were softer than they looked. Sent small jolts down my spine to even brush them.
Shyly she would allow her mouth to open a bit more. So I could kiss her a bit deeper. That’s when it just got intense for us both. How did I know that? Well with how hard her hand was grasping – nearly clawing really – at my jacket it was a dead give away. Didn’t stop us from continuing what we already had going.
Her tongue was addictive. Sweet and crisp like a freshly bitten apple. She trembled in my grasp as my magic held her safely above the ground for the entire ordeal. When she broke away for air it left her neck exposed. And welp, I was never very strong at resisting temptation. Or being lazy.
So it was a safe bet that I jumped at the chance to just latch onto her there. It’d been teasing me all night after all. Time for some pay back. Oh that sound she made was not helping me want to stop. In fact I just found it easier for me to lower her to the ground so I could continue my exploration. Now free of the blue magic Frisk was free to squirm as much as she liked.
Or grab my jacket and hold on for dear life. Which ever she wanted. I was sort of busy at the moment.
Were all Human women this sweet to taste? I doubted it. Only Frisk could be this delectable. And heck I hadn’t even started trying to nibble on her. It was all just sampling so far. Time to change that me thinks.
Alright so to be honest I’m not entirely sure what I expected. However it was rather hard to stop once I’d started. She didn’t exactly protest…more like just silently encouraged me to keep going. It’s all that made sense with how the fabric of her shirt slipped off her left shoulder. But no reason to question it. After all we were both enjoying this.
Was easy to tell when she had her fill. Because I was yanked into another kiss rather quickly. Her hands quickly occupied themselves once more. One slipped under my jacket to tug desperately at my jacket. The other captured my hand locking our fingers together. Okay this was starting to get me a little hot under the collar.
“H-hey Frisk…?” My free hand grazed her side tugging up her shirt up a slight bit.
Her answer was a silent nod. And in turn asked wordlessly if she could also touch back. Not that I’d stop her. But once she got my answer I busied myself with exposing more of her torso to me. Felt my heart beat skip a little bit when her shirt finally slid up past the bottom of her rib cage. Though her fingertips gliding up my spine most likely added to it.
“SANS! HUMAN! ARE YOU OUT HERE!?”
My eye flickered off as the two of us shot up to make ourselves a bit decent. Not that we really had much time. Saw Papyrus com bounding over to us as Frisk was partly sitting up. At least her shirt was back in place. Though I was sit between her legs and it didn’t help anything really. Had my brother been anyone else the entire situation would have been easily understood.
As it was he just looked at us slightly curiously.
“H-hey bro. What’s up?” I couldn’t keep the blue from painting my face.
“What are you two doing on the ground like that?” Papyrus inquired.
Think. I needed a cover before the cat got out of the bag.
“W-we were just playing around and Sans tripped. Then gravity had it’s way and well this is what I get for trying to help him.” Frisk laughed it off nervously. “Sorry Pap, we didn’t even think to invite you.”
“That’s alright! I was busy cooking your lunch for tomorrow. So it is I who should be apologizing for not making time for you two.”
“Nah it’s okay bro.” Now I was more relaxed. “I’m sure your cooking is waaay more important.”
“Totally is. That’s my lunch he was making.” Frisk nodded. “Thanks for being so thoughtful Papyrus. I totally had spaced off I’d be needing one for the field trip tomorrow. You’re amazing.”
“But of course! I am the great Papyrus after all!” He picked me up and placed me on my feet. “You’re lucky I came to check up on you. Other wise you wouldn’t have gotten home in time for eight hours of sleep Frisk.”
“Oh! H-have I been out here that long?” She jumped to her feet. “Sans this is totally your fault you know.”
“I didn’t hear any objections from you.”
“THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT YOU KNOW I HAVE SCHOOL!” She was so cute when she was flustered.
“Hey bro can you give us a few moments? I need to ask her something.”
“Alright but you need to hurry up. Toriel asked me to come find you two.”
“We won’t be long I promise. Better go make sure that pasta don’t burn though bro.”
“Nyeh! Not so long as I the master chief Papyrus have anything to say about that!” He bolted back to the house at top speed.
“Hey just returning the favor Frisk.” I shoved my hands into my jacket. “Now then…where do we go from here?”
“Best not say anything to mom. Her and Asgore will become ungodly over protective. And neither of us needs that.”
“Agreed. But, uh, just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming or anything. We…are a thing?”
“Yes Sans. We’re dating.” She chuckled. “Though now I have a question for you.”
“Would you like someone to hold you while you sleep tonight?”
“…Heh. Yeah. I think if we do that we can chase each others nightmares off.”
“So…see you in my bed in half an hour?”
“Sure thing Kiddo.”
“One more thing Sans.” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Love you.”
Summary: Will is a criminal, and Nico is a detective assigned to his case.
Written on request from a lovely anon.
Nico’s always said that if you’re going to sympathize with criminals, being a detective should probably be out as a career path for you.
Investigating crime isn’t a glamorous job. It isn’t like the old black and white movies, all dashing strangers and cigarette smoke and intense violin music reaching a crescendo in the background. It’s gritty, and sad, and surprisingly full of good people with broken pieces and jagged edges.
Nico isn’t a bleeding heart type. He’s usually unmoved by pleas, complaints, excuses. It made him stand out at the academy, and it makes him a good detective now. It makes him effective.
He was never supposed to be tripped up by a petty thief. But fate, they say, is a funny thing.
just dance, gonna be okay • heidman • sept. 17th, 2017
Heidi had no clue what possessed her to get dolled up. Perhaps it was the lacy, tight mini dress that had caught her eye on the mannequin a Forever 21 when she was at the mall with her boys, hanging on her closet, taunting. Or the shoes she’d picked up that day, covered in sequins and about five feet high. But she’d been tapping at her school work, unable to focus. Both her parents had gone out for the evening, date night. Leaving Heidi lonely, bored, and looking longingly at the dress and shoes she’d been itching to wear since she got them earlier in the week.
And… well, she’d seen an add on Facebook earlier in the day for Thursday’s Dyke Night at a queer bar she followed that was known for hosting some killer events in the city. There was money in her bank ready to burn, and nothing to spend it on now that she’d gotten her desire to shop curbed. So… well… go for it.
Ever since she’d told Eric about her preference for girls, Heidi had been exploring more. Looking into queer spaces, on message boards and chat rooms to build up the confidence she needed to actually tell her friends and family and get out of her fabulously organized, lipstick lesbian closet. And from that moment, Heidi had pulled on the dress and pulled her hair up. Perfecting eyeliner in the mirror of her vanity, smoothing her favourite evening shade on her lips before clipping her nails. A quick post on tumblr, and an opportunity arose to drag her favourite person alongside with her.
Which is how they got where they were now, nearly in Denver and drinking directly from a pilfered bottle of peach schnapps in the back of an Uber driver who seemed thoroughly amused at his current passengers. Grateful enough to pass the AUX chord back to them, windows down as Heidi went through every song from Deepthroat to LoveGame.
“Let’s have some fun this beat is SICK! I wanna take a ride on YOUR DISCO STICK!” Heidi belted, sticking her arms out of the window of the uber with the glass bottle gripped tight in her palms, fear of dropping it onto the pavement they zoomed on. “Hi!” She screeched to a couple, as they slowed to a stop at a light. “I love you!” She waved, liquor sloshing out of the bottle and onto the ground outside. “And I love this guy! My best buddy! Did you know he’s getting laid! He deserves it so much!” Heidi yelled, before settling back properly in the car once they started moving again.
Turning towards Eric, Heidi passed him the bottle before taking his cheeks in her palms. “I love you,” she spoke seriously, focused on his handsome blue eyes. “I would kill for you.”
The Greeks named the Plant, ‘Phu’ as in, ‘Phew!’ due to it’s strong odour. The flowers it blooms however, smell sweet, & were widely used as a perfume in the middle ages. The Latin valere from where the common name originated means, ‘to be healthy.’
Valerian was used by the Germanic Tribes as a tranquilizer to bring a restful sleep. It was discovered that the Native Americans were using the plant as a medical preservative, & topical wound treatment before the colonists arrived, & the roots were used as food & flavouring to their Tobacco. It was even said to be used in the treatment of the plague. Modern Herbalists use Valerian as a stress reliever in tea form. It is considered an excellent sedative & it is because of these very properties that one should not be driving any vehicle whilst under it’s influence. Tests of Valerian have indicated that it can lower blood pressure, but those with high blood pressure should seek a physician first.
Protection: The rather Ill-smelling Root is powdered & added to protective Sachets. Hung in the home to prevent lightning from striking it.
The Greeks hung a sprig of the Valerian under a window to ward off Evil.
A few leaves of the plant, placed in ones shoes prevent the wearer from contracting colds & flus.
Sprinkled at the front door, Valerian prevents disturbances from unwanted visitors.
Love: The Leaves are hung around the home to maintain harmony amongst loved ones.
The Root is said to aid in self acceptance & is commonly used in spells related to ending guilt & other negative thought patterns such as self hate.
Added to Love Sachets & given to quarreling couples to bring calm. Mixed with basil & boiled, it is said to have much the same effects.
Purification: A great cleanser, Valerian can be used to cleanse Ritual spaces, also used in self purifications as a tea form. It is one of the herbs said to be used by King Solomon when tending his Temple.
Sleep: Probably the most widely known use of Valerian is for it’s sleep inducing properties. It is a common ingredient in a vast number of modern medical prescriptions. Placed in Pillows or added to Dream Sachets to help aid in sleep.
Mild sedation in the relief of Insomnia & Anxiety. Studies have also shown the plant can relieve muscle spasms.
Enchantment: Small mammals are attracted to the plant, especially Cats & Rats. According to early German Folklore, it was stored in the pockets of the pied Piper as he lured the Rats. Said to be useful in Animal Magick, especially Cat Magick & invoking Animal Spirits.
Misc: Powdered, the Root can be used as a substitute for Graveyard Dust in Ritual & Magickal Workings.
Valerian grows as a tall perennial, producing clusters of white, to light pink flowers that attract Bees & Butterflies. Valerian enjoys a spot that sees all day sunshine. It also likes plenty of moisture with well draining soil. Be sure to give this plant plenty of space, it can grow to about five feet high & a foot across!
Spring & Fall are the best times to harvest Valerians roots, along with any plants needed.
So I saw this new summary for A Court of Mist and Fury and, not going to lie, burst out laughing at the thought of Rhysand interrupting Tamlin and Feyre on their wedding day because it’s so typically him. And so one thing led to another and now I have my interpretation of how I imagine things will go down the day of Feyre’s wedding. Enjoy.