pre modern


The last meal is based on a superstition from pre-modern Europe. By accepting the last meal, the condemned was believed to forgive the executioner, the judge, and any witnesses. This would prevent the condemned from returning as a ghost to haunt those responsible for their killing. (Source) 

Western culture was, at its core, individualistic and democratic and liberty-minded and tolerant and progressive and rational and scientific. Never mind that pre-modern Europe was none of these things, and that until the past century democracy was the exception in Europe, something that few stalwarts of Western thought had anything good to say about. The idea that tolerance was constitutive of something called Western culture would have surprised Edward Burnett Tylor, who, as a Quaker, had been barred from attending England’s great universities. To be blunt: if Western culture were real, we wouldn’t spend so much time talking it up.
—  Kwame Anthony Appiah: Mistaken Identities

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  • MUSIC:
  1. the 1975
  2. panic! (modern/pre-split)
  3. fall out boy
  4. twenty one pilots
  5. mcr and/or solo careers
  6. the brobecks
  7. the young veins
  • ANIME:
  1. hetalia
  2. black butler/kuroshitsuji
  • TV:
  • finding carter
  • sherlock (holmes) [bbc/otherwise]
  1. dodie clark
  2. dan and/or phil
  3. tyler oakley
  4. thomas sanders
  5. troye sivan (music too)
  6. connor franta
  • OTHER:
  1. disney
  2. space, or, alternatively, star wars
  3. cute animals, i guess <3
  4. fashion, art, aesthetics, photography, etc
  5. harry potter/fantastic beasts
  6. mythology/any other cool history things
  7. guys and dolls
  8. shakespeare

Robin - Modern AU

Pre- and post-timeskip. At this point I just call them modern AU because it’s the name of this series of drawings. Again this feels more like an “alternative outfits” kind of thing, but I’m hoping the “modern AU”-part will become more apparent with the rest of the crew.

anonymous asked:

Can you pretty please do the fainting one for lams (it's number 38) thaaaanks much appreciated darling :D

AHHHHH OH MY GOODNESS is this a popular fic request! And you guys know I sure love it because ANGST ANGST ANGST YESSSSSSS (Want me to write you a lil fic, too? Choose a prompt from the old list or new one and just let me know which list you used!)

“You fainted… straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 

Alexander was in the zone. He was sitting in the library, furiously clacking away on his keyboard, nearing the conclusion of the second essay he’d started that day. 

He’d left the Washington’s house bright and early that morning, even though the library didn’t open until nine, and sat outside the locked doors on the cold granite bench, reading ahead in his physics textbook. As soon as he could get into the library he went to his usual carrel, took out his laptop, and began writing, not stopping once for over the next eight hours. 

Around five-thirty his phone buzzed, but he ignored it. Everyone knew where he was. He’d left a note on the counter. He’d said not to wait for him at dinner that night. They knew he liked to spend entire days working at the library, so he ignored the text, figuring it was Laf.

Around six o’clock someone tapped him on the shoulder. Alexander turned to see Laurens staring down at him, arms crossed.

“Laf says you’ve been here all day. He said when he woke up you were already gone?”

“Yeah, it’s a Saturday. Library day,” Alex said, as if this was obvious.

“Yeah, well, I’m guessing you haven’t left the library all day?” Laurens retorted.

“Why are you being so snippy, John?” Alex asked, narrowing his eyes. 

“Because my boyfriend is spending his entire Saturday in the library!” he exclaimed. 

An old lady perusing the nearby stacks shushed him. Alex had to stifle a laugh. He forced himself to be serious again.

“John, what’s really going on?”

Laurens sighed. “I have to go to a stupid fundraising party for my dad tomorrow and I really don’t want to.” He looked down at his shoes. “You know how those things make me feel.”

“Oh, babe, I’m sorry,” Alex said. “Was that text earlier from you?”

“Yeah. When you didn’t answer I texted Laf.” 

“I’m sorry,” Alexander said again.

Laurens shrugged. “At least you’re predictable.” He gestured to the library.

Alex laughed. “Wanna go get something to eat?”

Laurens’ face lit up a bit. “Yeah, that’d be nice. Sushi?” 

“Sure!” Alex said. As he packed up his stuff, Laurens’ phone started to ring. 

The old lady shushed him with even more force. This time both boys started to laugh. Laurens motioned to Alexander that he was going to take the call outside, leaving Alex alone to finish packing.

Alexander zipped his backpack shut and stood, grabbing onto the chair as he did, his vision going black for a moment. “Woah,” he said as his eyes cleared.

The old lady shushed him again. Alex slowly made his way toward the front of the library and outside, where Laurens was speaking into his phone in a hushed tone. 

“Yeah, Dad, I get it. I’ll be home in time.” He paused, turning as Alex approached him, He rolled his eyes and pointed at the phone. “I said I know!” He sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” 

Alex stood in front of Laurens, swaying a bit on his feet. His head was pounding and little black dots were dancing in his field of vision. He tried to focus on what Laurens was saying to his father over the phone, but his voice was fading, fading, fading…

“Alexander? Alex?” John’s voice broke through the darkness. 

Alex felt something soft, warm… He blinked his eyes open and realized he was in Laurens’ arms, and they were still right outside of the library.

“Wh-what happened?” Alex asked.

“You fainted… straight into my arms.” Laurens said. Then, seeing Alex was okay, he smirked. “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 

“Shut up, Laurens,” Alex mumbled. 

“Come on. Let’s get you home,” Laurens said, standing up with Alexander still in his arms.

“God, John, no. I can walk,” Alex said, but made no attempt to get out of Laurens’ arms.

“Mmhmm, babe, sure. Just let me do this.” He leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on Alexander’s forehead. 

“Fine,” Alex mumbled, shutting his eyes, nuzzling against John’s chest, for once okay with accepting help. 

Such a superiority, such an originality, made the moderns think they were free from the ultimate restrictions that might limit their expansion. Century after century, colonial empire after colonial empire, the poor pre-modern collectives were accused of making a horrible mishmash of things and humans, of objects and signs, while their accusers finally separated them totally—to remix them on a scale unknown until now.
—  Bruno Latour

anonymous asked:

46 with lams? :o

You got it, Anon! THIS IS GONNA BE A FUN ONE WEEEEEE (Want me to write you a lil fic, too? Choose a prompt from the old list or new one and just let me know which list you used!)

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

It was another movie night at the Washington’s. Lafayette and Hercules were huddled together on one end of the couch, Laurens and Alexander on the other. 

Lafayette had fallen asleep about a half hour into the movie, Alexander doing the same not long after. As the end credits rolled, Alexander stirred, looking up at John, his gaze still sleepy. 

“Hey,” Alexander said softly.

“Hey sleepy head,” Laurens said, a smile lighting up his freckled face. “You sleep well?”

“Mmm, with you I always do,” Alex said, nuzzling up against Lauren’s chest. 

Laurens began to run his fingers through Alexander’s hair. To his surprise, Alex sat up, a look Laurens had never seen before coming over him. Before Laurens knew what was happening, Alexander’s lips were on his and his hands were tangled in Laurens’ brown hair. Alex moved so he was sitting on Lauren’s lap, his legs wrapped around John’s hips. 

Laurens groaned into Alexander’s mouth, making him kiss the other boy even harder. 

On the other side of the couch, Lafayette was just waking up. Hercules gently put a hand on Lafayette’s cheek and smiled before leaning over to chastely kiss him. Lafayette smiled up at the larger boy. Then he looked at the screen and saw the movie returned to the main menu.

“Mon amour, have you seen the remote?” Lafayette asked Hercules.

Hercules groped around for it but came up empty handed. 

Lafayette sat up to ask Hamilton and Laurens. “Mes amis, have you seen the–– oh,” he exclaimed after he realized what they were doing. “Mon amour,” he said, turning to Hercules. “How long have these two been, ah, making out?”

Hercules shrugged. Lafayette sighed and looked into Hercules’ eyes, a smirk spreading across his face. He leaned in toward Hercules, their lips meeting, and wrapped his hands behind Hercules’ neck, kissing him hard. 

Just then, the light turned on. “Boys–– oh my!” Martha exclaimed. The boys jumped off of their respective partners, embarrassment causing them to duck their heads in shame.

Martha laughed and waved a hand at them. “I was just saying that I’m going to bed, but there are more chips and cookies upstairs.” She smirked at them. “Clearly, you were pretty preoccupied, though…” she moved toward the door. “So I’ll leave you to it!”  


AU where Eren has a Skype job interview but his cat keeps popping up and blocking the screen. 

He doesn’t expect the interview to end up half an hour longer. Nor does he expect the call the next day for an in-person interview. 

The Girl on the Bridge

Originally posted by samwisefrakkinggamgee

Pre-Serum Steve x Reader

The Girl on the Bridge

Prompt: Pre Serum Steve in modern times and is self-conscious of what his significant other will think of him. Cute fluffiness please please please!

Note: This is suuuuper cute omg. I decided to put a bit of a soulmate twist on it, if that’s okay. Very cute.

Warnings: Precious baby Steve. Fluff. Very fluff.

Steve stared at the timer at his wrist and sighed, sitting on his bed in he and Bucky’s shared apartment in New York. Tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day. Or to be exact: 0 years, 0 months, 0 weeks, 0 days, 12 hours, 37 minutes, and 14…13…12 seconds remained. That meant tomorrow after lunch.

“Nervous?” Bucky asked, poking his head into Steve’s room.

“You think?” Steve chuckled softly. He pointed to the outfit hanging on the knob of his dresser. It was a light blue polo shirt and khakis with a pair of nice brown dress shoes. “Too dressy? Should I go casual?”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be dressed up just as much, if not more, than you.” Bucky assured him. He pulled out his phone and checked the weather for the next day. “Should be nice and sunny.”



“Do you think she’ll be okay with…me? You know, being the way I am?”

“She’s your soulmate, Stevie. She doesn’t have a choice.” He laughed. Steve went quiet, suddenly very serious. “Steve, lighten up. Of course she’ll love you. Who wouldn’t?”

“What if she’s taller than me? What if she doesn’t find me? What if we miss eachother?”

“Don’t worry about it, Steve.” Bucky smiled. “She’ll love you. I know it.”

“Okay.” Steve nodded. He laid down in his bed. “Night Buck.”

“Get some sleep, punk. God knows you’re going to need it,”


Steve didn’t get a wink of sleep that night. Every time he dozed off, he ended up having a nightmare about how horribly things could go the next day. When he finally got out of bed, he drank three cups of coffee to wake him up and then brushed his teeth four times to make sure his breath was minty and fresh.


“Buck, I can’t breathe.” Steve sighed, his heart racing. He checked the timer on his wrist. There was only an hour left.

“We’re going to the park. That’s the best place to meet people. Right on the bridge. Real romantic.” Bucky said. “Plus, it’s a nice day.”

“Okay,” he nodded. The park wasn’t that far away. Only a short walk. They could get there in no time. “Let’s get going. I don’t want to be late.”

“You can’t be late. She’s your soulmate.”

“I know,” he nodded. “I know.”


“(Y/N), you’re going to be fine,” your best friend, Sarah, told you for the fortieth time. You were strolling through the park, waiting in bated breath for your timer to run out. 5 minutes. You had five minutes. Your heart raced at the speed of light, and you felt like you might pass out. You were wearing a dress, a cute short lacy blue dress and black flats. Your hair was curled, thanks to Sarah, and your makeup was perfect.

“He’s going to love you.” she reassured you, rubbing your back. “I’ll wait for you over there by that tree,” she pointed to the tree near the base of the bridge. “And good luck. But it’s not like you’ll need it.”

Sarah walked away, her long curly red hair bouncing with every step. You glanced at your wrist, staring at the glowing numbers. You got chills. Any minute now.


Steve looked up to the bridge and swallowed nervously. He adjusted his collar and gripped the bouquet of flowers he had brought tight. A red-haired girl sitting under a tree looked up from her book.

“Are you here to meet a soulmate?” she asked excitedly. Steve nodded nervously. Bucky smiled softly. “My friend (Y/N)’s up there on the bridge. She only has a few minutes left.”

“So does he,” Bucky nudged him forward. “Go on, buddy.”

“O-okay,” he nodded and started walking towards you hesitantly. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He was shaking, blushing, nervous. He felt like he was going to throw up, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. Not now.

Once he was standing beside you, he tapped your shoulder. In that instant, both of your timers dinged together as they reached zero simultaneously.

“H-hi,” you greeted shyly, smiling brightly as you met his eyes. He smiled back.

“I’m Steve. Steve Rogers,” He introduced.

“(Y/N) (L/N),” you replied. He held out his hand to shake yours but you pulled him into a hug instead, holding him tightly. His eyes widened, not expecting to be accepted by you so quickly, but he embraced you nonetheless, his heart racing. “I was worried I would never meet you,” You admitted, beginning to cry tears of relief. “So, so worried something would go wrong. I didn’t get a minute of sleep last night.”

“Neither did I,” he admitted softly, burying his head in your hair. He couldn’t believe you were here. He couldn’t believe you were real and in his arms and so soft and warm. He held onto you like he would never get another chance. “I can’t believe you’re real. And you’re so, so beautiful,”

“Thank you,” You smiled, still not letting go. “Can I just hug you forever?”

“That’s fine with me.”

“Come on, lovebirds,” Bucky called from the tree. “Do you want to go out for lunch, or what?”

“That’s Bucky,” Steve explained. You finally stopped hugging him and just took a good long look at him. He was adorable. You didn’t care that he was kind of short or kind of skinny. He was your soulmate, and there was no one on earth you’d rather spend the rest of your life with.


“The Leshan Giant Buddha is a 71-metre (233 ft) tall stone statue, built during the Tang Dynasty. It is carved out of a cliff face that lies at the confluence of the Minjiang, Dadu and Qingyi rivers in the southern part of Sichuan province in China, near the city of Leshan. The stone sculpture faces Mount Emei, with the rivers flowing below his feet. It is the largest stone Buddha in the world and it is by far the tallest pre-modern statue in the world.”

harmonyblast  asked:

Jefferson and Hamilton 11

These two + this prompt = PERFECTION!!! LET’S DO THIS THING! (Want me to write you a lil fic, too? Choose a prompt from the old list or new one and just let me know which list you used!)

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba- Goddamnit!” 

Getting back at Jefferson was one of Alexander’s favorite pastimes. There were many forms this activity could take, but today it involved a tree, some snow, and patience. 

Alexander had seen Jefferson and Madison walking to the cafe together earlier, so he knew they had to come back past the tree at some point. He wasn’t shocked at how long they’d been there. Jefferson was the type of guy who liked to roost even two hours after he’d finished his drink.

Alex was peering down the road when his phone buzzed. It was a text from Laurens.

Laurens: where you at, babe?

Alexander: up a tree

Laurens: is this some weird metaphor?

Alexander: I am in a literal tree. It’s in the park. Come join me? xox

About ten minutes later Alexander spotted a very confused looking Laurens wandering about the park.

“Psst! Up here!” Alex hissed. 

Laurens spotted him and jogged toward the tree. “Are you stuck?”

“Hell no!” Alex said, slightly offended. “I’m getting revenge. Get up here!”

Laurens sighed and shook his head, but he climbed the tree and sat on a branch near Alex. “Why are we in a tree? Why are we getting revenge?”

“Shh!” Alex said, holding out a gloved hand to Laurens’ lips. “Here he comes…”

“Here who come?” Laurens strained his eyes to see who it was. “Oh shit, Alexander. Really?” 

“Shut up, Laurens!” Alex said, packing a perfect snowball and getting ready to throw it at his poofy-haired target.

“Alexander Hamilton, don’t you dare throw that snowba––” Laurens cringed as Alex launched the snowball at an oblivious Jefferson. “Goddamnit,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Now what the hell was that?” Jefferson exclaimed in his souther drawl, brushing the snow off his shoulder.

“I, uh, don’t know,” Madison said with a cough.

“Ha! Got you, Thomas!” Alexander shouted from the tree.

“You ass!” Jefferson yelled. “I’m comin’ up there to give ya’all a lesson!” He charged toward the tree.

Alexander was prepared, though. He quickly created more snowballs and kept flinging them at Jefferson until the other boy finally stopped attempting to climb the tree and instead focused on getting all of the snow off of himself.

“This isn’t over, Hamilton!” He shouted as he and Madison continued on their way. “You better watch your scrawny backside!” 

“Bring it on, Thomas! I’m not scared of you.” 

Laurens sighed as Thomas and Madison disappeared down the road. “My god, Alexander.”

His boyfriend just turned to him, a grin on his face. “I’m amazing, I know!” 

Both boys broke out in laughter, then sat in the tree a while longer, hands linked, silently watching people pass by below.

I need to do more research on pre-modern theatre, particularly plays.

Most of my knowledge of theatre comes from modern pieces (Angels In America for example), Shakespeare, some opera, but mostly like, fairly recent operas, like Carmen or La Boheme. Or pieces that parody the latter, ex: Moulin Rouge.

Not having theatrical pieces even just in the background or as touchstones is hurting Ascension, and honestly DA as a whole. 

@lanzazul !

     “ — hey, pay the toll, mcclain.” reaching over as lance sits down, matt snatches a fry off of his tray, promptly popping it into his mouth as if afraid the younger boy would try to steal it back. “if you wanna sit with the seniors, it comes with a price.”