surprisingly advanced

3 out of 4 completed!

Here is Logan (Logic)-the inquisitive rapper of many talents.

Now all that is left is everyone’s favorite bread roll: Roman!I saved the best for last!! and am totally not using that as an excuse for fact that I am making the Prince come last. :D)

i just realized I spelled pressure wrong :’D 

| Lines |
  • starring: Jung Jaehyun
  • genre: smut, fluff (?)
  • word count: 4.3k
  • summary: As you thought your relationship with Jaehyun was heading nowhere he finally decides to draw the lines you were hoping for.
  • author’s note: As this being my first smut scenario  I felt a lot of pressure while writing it. I must admit my aim was to write a passionate love making, so I must warn you; there is no kink. But I’m still unsure about how it turned out, nevertheless I hope you will enjoy it.(I apologize if there’s any mistakes)

As soon as your friend and you passed the enter of your favorite coffee shop, you spotted him. It did not matter if he wasn’t facing you, his side profile was enough. His brown shiny hair, his glowing skin, his soft brown eyes and his pinkish lips were enough. Enough to start a typhoon in your whole body. You felt tingles and your hair rise from your upper harms as you witnessed his dimples and perfect white canines appear. He was laughing at one of his friend’s joke -were they with him since you entered? ‘cause he seemed to shine on his own. Jaehyun was laughing and he was superb.

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Fansigning (Pt 1)

Pairing: BTS x You
Genre: Fluff ?
Word count: 1,055

Disclaimer: Picture is not mine, full photo credit to rightful owner. Also, if you’ve seen this story somewhere else like wattpad, well, congratulations, you found my tumblr account :D

part 1 part 2 | part 3 | part 4

I shook in anxiousness as I wait for my turn. Holding onto nothing but a paper bag full of gifts. Head ducked low, my short shoulder-length hair not helping with hiding my already burning pink face. I could feel my ears and cheeks turning red the longer I stood there.

The line was surprisingly slow to advance, considering it was a fansigning. But it gave me time to breathe and relax as it melted away a bit of my nervous fit. I couldn’t help myself that I took a quick peek from between my bangs which I regretted the moment I laid my eyes on him.

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Pop Culture Builds 3: Ash Williams (The Evil Dead)

Sometimes, when supernatural forces are unleashed upon the world, one doesn’t have the luxury of magic or those versed in occult lore. Sometimes it’s just you, your wits, and a boomstick.

Ash, full name Ashley James William, has more experience than most with the Candarian Demons and the Deadites they create with their possession than most, being still alive after multiple encounters with them, and even managing to resist possession on at least one occasion, two if you count having to chop off his own hand, which was possessed at one point.

In the first film, Ash is the very picture of a horror movie Sole Survivor, terrified, running on pure adrenaline, and fighting to survive, and even being subject to a final scare ending. In the second film, he has fought off that possession with the help of the cleansing light of the sun, and after encountering the second set of victims to come to the cabin, finds his courage, or more accurately becoming unhinged enough to ignore fear, and begins to fight back with shotgun and chainsaw strapped to the stump where his right hand used to be. The third film, army of darkness, sends him back in time to the 14th century, where he battles against the deadites once more, now a battle-hardened, cynical, arrogant, and unhinged warrior.

Of course, Ash’s story doesn’t in there. He continues on in Ash vs the Evil Dead, a series that I haven’t seen, but I hear good things about.

While Ash is human, any race will do for this build, though methinks one should steer away from races with magical abilities, since an Ash Williams Build is all about a guy with no knowledge of a mystical nature fighting and winning against the horrors of the unseen world.

Class-wise, I believe that he is best represented by a gunslinger, having not only a mastery of firearms, but also the bold, cocksure attitude to stand in the face of literal demons and fight back. Ash prefers to be in the thick of it though, so a good strength score is good too, in addition to dexterity and wisdom. That being said, unless the sanity system is being used, I’d imagine that Ash probably has only above-average wisdom, since his mind has been repeatedly assailed by the horror he has witnessed and attempts at direct possession. As such, he’ll likely be relying on firearm kills and crits to maintain his grit.

As far as feats go, extra grit will be a must for keeping Ash going. Also, as a horror movie protagonist, he has to be ready for jump scares at any time, so the snap shot feat tree is very useful for him, as well as most gunslinger and grit-related feats.

Ash is rarely seen without his boomstick, so packing a blunderbuss, shotgun, or other appropriate weapon is a must. Additionally, he also has a surprisingly advanced prosthetic gauntlet from his time in the past, which could be represented by a clockwork prosthesis from Magical Marketplace. As for his other signature weapon, the chainsaw, we can lift that directly from technology guide. However, if the game you’re running doesn’t have such tech, a saw-toothed sabre or even a scizor would do the trick.

Of course, you could argue that Ash’s experience with killing deadites would make him a slayer instead, possibly a grave warden. Alternately, he can also function as an inquisitor if you’re fine with giving him access to magic, with the black powder inquisition being an excellent choice.

Without the chainsaw, folks might not immediately recognize who this build is an homage to. As such, it can be used quite nicely for a violent, gun-toting survivor of horrors most wouldn’t dream of. One-liners not included.


I cannot stress enough that two time Tony Award Winner Andrea Martin played the villain in Barbie as the Island Princess and she sang a weirdly dark song to her pet rats (one of whom is a mime) about how she married an old man with a heart condition for money and in no uncertain terms intends to murder the ruling family.


Siren!Seungkwan | 13 Days of Sevenween

Word Count: 1,569

Genre: Fluff

You really did not want to be here. Stuck in a boat, with your family, in the middle of the ocean. Okay, right in the middle may be an exaggeration, but it might as well have been the truth. Nothing was seen except deep, dark blue waves spreading to the horizon; like a blanket of navy dotted with the occasional jagged, grey rock.

 You tried to just relax and enjoy the beautiful scenery, but the constant bickering of your younger siblings was driving you insane and pulling you out of your reverie every few seconds. Preparing to lash out at them and give them the lecture of the century, you stopped as soon as your mouth opened. 

You heard a gorgeous, near entrancing sound in the distance. It was slightly muffled, which was an utter shame. You looked around, hoping to find the source of the wondrous sound. Nothing. You shrugged, it must have been your imagination. But no more than a minute later, it was back! It sounded like someone was singing, quite well for that matter.

You quickly glanced to your mother, to whom you asked “Did you just hear that?”

She stared at you blankly, as if you were crazy.

“Hear what? There’s no noise except your brothers over there and the waves, darling.”

You shook your head, “I can’t be the only one who heard that. I hear a voice! Like someone is singing, or calling out to us! Someone could be asking for help!”

“Y/N is going senile, she’s hearing things! There’s nothing out here except thousands of fish and rocks, smart one." One of your brothers rolled his eyes. 

You grunted in defeat, and slumped back into your seat on the boat. Just as you closed your eyes in hopes of perhaps napping off your delusion, the voice hit you again, but it sounded closer. Slowly, you sat up and looked to the direction from which the enchanting noise was coming from. There, perched on a rock hundreds of yards away, was the barely visible silhouette of what looked like a young man. With a tail. Gaping, you blinked multiple times, at this point wishing you were just seeing things. He wouldn’t disappear. Were your ears playing tricks on you? Did your eyes decide to join in on the torment? No, this was all too real. You unconsciously reached out to the faint shadow, who mirrored your movement. Amazing!

Slowly, though, the shadow disappeared into the fog rising off the ocean. You quickly turned back to your family, who were all looking at you in slight surprise.  

"What the heck were you trying to touch Y/N?” Your brother asked.

You felt your cheeks become hot as you hastily answered, “O-oh! I just… saw a cool fish!”

Your brothers burst out in a fit of cackling, and your mother shook her head, smiling. You were going to find that man on the rock again if it was he last thing you were to do. You had to know who he was, and more importantly, prove to yourself you weren’t crazy.

As you caught a glimpse of land, you could’ve sworn you heard a faint, melodic voice calling “Goodbye~” in the distance.

The next morning, you were the first person up. You jumped out of bed, pulled on clothes appropriate for the chilly sea air, grabbed an apple for a quick breakfast, wrote a note to your parents explaining that you were “going out to sea to try and find that cool fish you saw the other day”, and bounded out the front door.

You half-walked-half-ran to the dock where your family’s boat was, and jumped in. You took the spare boat key from your jacket pocket and jammed it into the ignition, which started the somewhat loud, more like wake-up-the-whole-town loud in your opinion, motor. Within seconds, you were speeding away from the dock and the mainland of your home.

Once you were at a steady speed and no longer needed steering, you pulled out a map and looked for where you marked on it the day before.

“There. He was there.” You muttered to yourself, pointing to the dot you hastily drew.

You set the gps on the surprisingly advanced, for a family boat, boat and set off to find the mystery mer-man. About a half hour later, the gps beeped, alerting you that you had reached your destination. You stopped the boat, and waited. And waited, and waited, and waited some more. You must have fallen asleep, well, it was early, because you were awakened by a splashing sound and some freezing, salty water hitting your face.

You groggily blinked your eyes open, and couldn’t believe your eyes. There he was, yet again. Sitting leisurely on the same rock as yesterday, only much closer. At the very most, two yards away. Smiling, he rested his chin in his hands,

“Have you been waiting long?”

You stared in awe for a moment, taking in his ethereal beauty. It was no wonder they called mermaids and mer-men myths, no one could possibly be this stunning. He had perfectly tousled mahogany hair, and a complimentary pair of striking amber eyes. His features were soft, not too defined, but still appearing to have been sculpted by the gods themselves. And last, but definitely not last, he had a tail covered in shimmering pale blue scales. This couldn’t possibly be real! But, alas, it was. 

He snapped you out of your daze by flicking more sea water in your face with his tail, “Hello! Earth to human!”

You jerked your head towards him, and stuttered out an apology. “I-I’m sorry, I’ve just never-" 

“Seen a creature like me before? Oh, I’m sure. It’s not every day a girl gets to meet one of the worlds few, rare sirens.”

That gorgeous, mischievous grin never left his face. Wait, a siren? Those things in old folklore that led fishermen to their death by singing, as if they had cast a spell on them? Impossible! He was much too, well, nice looking to be one of those.

“Now, before you ask, no. I’ve never killed any dumb old sailor. That’s just a nasty myth.”

Could he read your mind?

“Th-then why do you sing? Well, I mean, I would assume you also do it because you enjoy it, but isn’t it still dangerous? You could still lure some poor man to his death!” You suddenly accused him.

“Hmm, I suppose that is true. I’ll have to work on that,” He tapped his chin as if he was deep in thought, “However, that’s not why I’ve led you out here, human.”

He meant to get you out here, in the middle of the ocean? Alone? What could his intentions properly be?

“Quite frankly, human, wait, what’s your name?”

You quickly stammered out an answer.

“Y/N, huh? A beautiful name for a beautiful person. I’m Seungkwan, by the way.”

You could’ve sworn he winked.

“Frankly, Y/N, I lured you out here because, honestly, I’m lonely. I’ve seen you out here with your family before, and you seem like a great person to spend time with. I know that seems creepy, but when one doesn’t have others to rely on for companionship save for fish and sharks, they tend to observe the people and things around them. So I began observing you." 

Your cheeks grew hot, "You-you have? How could I seem like a good person to befriend? All you’ve probably seen me do is yell at my brothers and stare off into the sea.”

Looking almost offended, Seungkwan crossed his arms, “I’ve been around for a lot longer than you have, Y/N. Sirens are near immortal. Technically, I watched you grow up. You’ve become a much different person than who you were as a child. You’ve become more reserved, more contemplative. Although, I do know very little about you. Tell me about yourself.”

Hesitantly, you gave him a brief description of your hobbies, your family life, what school was like, and he responded in kind. You learned Seungkwan was one of the only sirens who lived in the area, he was originally from the South China Sea near South Korea. He travelled here to gain some independence from his family, and meet new people. You could have talked to him all day. Coincidentally, you did.

You were in the middle of trying to explain to him what having legs was like, when you noticed the sky turning a soft orange color, the sun was setting.

“You must need to get home, huh?” He inquired.

You nodded glumly, and he scooted forward so he was only inches from your face.

“Go, then. I can’t let you catch a cold and get yelled at by your parents for being out here all night.” You nodded again, smiling this time. He was beginning to care about you. He hastily pecked your cheek, to which you responded by turning the color of a tomato.

“Promise me you’ll keep coming to see me! I hate being all alone out here." 

Laughing slightly at his childish demand, you nodded a third time, "I promise, but only if you sing to me more.”

He agreed, and soon after he had dove under the waves. You sat back in the chair on the boat, replaying the day’s events in your mind. This should be quite the story for your family.

-Written by Admin Usagi

anonymous asked:

Nathalie's nephew. He has that alternative colour scheme but is adorable and everybody loves him. Is only awkward around Manon because... you know. Nathalie thinks it's a rebellious phase based on his fashion choices, but it's just his aesthetic really.

Let’s try to develop a profile, then.

Name: Lucas Sancoeur
Age: 15
Hair: Dark with a white streak
Eyes: Blue
Family: Nathalie Sancoeur (father’s sister)
Hobbies: Skateboarding, video games
Extra: He has a surprisingly advanced vocabulary.

THERE IS A STRONG FAMILY RESEMBLANCE that makes Adrien feel a little strange when looking at Lucas, like he should be on his best behavior.

Lucas’s introduction to the Agreste family went as follows:

Gabriel: *walks out of his office* What is that?
Nathalie: This is Lucas, my nephew. My brother got held up at work and couldn’t pick him up from school, so I brought him here.
Lucas: *stares at Gabriel with intelligent seven year old eyes*
Gabriel: That’s hilarious.
Nathalie: Shut up, Sir.

Adrien comes home a little later. He feels bad for Lucas because he looks bored, so he takes him to his room and introduces him to his skate ramp. Lucas develops a new hobby that day.

won’t you hold my hand? cause i don’t wanna walk alone anymore

This one I actually wrote in advance, surprisingly. I didn’t even know that was possible for me.

 My finals start tomorrow, so if y'all wanna keep me in your good luck thoughts I’d really appreciate, lmao.


PROMPT: “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting very suspicious” 

Hab°it: an acquired behavior pattern regularly followed until it has become almost involuntary.


The first time it happens she thinks nothing of it. 

They’re in the annual summer fair, it’s the beginning of the summer holidays, a Friday and the crowd reunited at the food court is almost as big as a small country (not really, but she could swear half of Buenos Aires is there) and she just knows she’s gonna get pushed around if she doesn’t hold onto her friends.

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hey uhhhhhhh heres my awesome gay space pirate captain who has surprisingly advanced cybernetics for a scavenger class bandit (no one really knows what happened to him and no one in their right mind would ask)

Distraction is a Tactic

Rating: K+

A/N: Happy New Year, Everyone! Next part of the Snow Day Ficlets.This has been the most awesome, peaceful, wine-filled night that I’ve had to myself in a long time. So I thought I’d write fic. 

Aang inhaled and exhaled, his breath coming out as a visible puff of warm air. Though the wind had died down, allowing his family to venture outside into of their warm home, the snow still fell steadily around them. 

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gravelgods  asked:

hey hey hey so prompt you can fill anytime you want (//cries or not at all that's also okay) hp!au again I'm sorry, but Dean and Cas learn about their Patronus. Can you imagine Cas coming up with a memory right away, a day spent with his siblings or something, but nothing Dean can come up with is happy enough to produce a good Patronus so Cas gives him something good to think about and I just fluff it'd be so sweet uwu. You also seem pretty busy with dcbb and stuff though so if not that's okay

i do have stuff to do but i love this prompt to death okay

“So,” Professor Singer says from his wheelchair in the front of the room. “The Patronus.”

“Yessss,” Dean hisses, elbowing Cas in the side. “Finally!”

Cas smiles, knowing Dean’s been longing to learn this charm since third year, when Professor Singer mentioned it offhandedly one afternoon. Now they’re sixth years, and Dean is finally getting his wish. He’s practically vibrating with excitement as Singer goes over the charm.

“Now, don’t think I expect you idjits to get this straightaway,” Singer says, pointing a finger at them. “This is a tough charm. First thing you need to do is clear your mind, so Ravenclaws, clear it. All those lofty thoughts better be out the door.”

Cas smiles faintly. “Yes sir,” he murmurs under his breath, and closes his eyes. He can still feel Dean’s excitement, almost tangible next to him.

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Reblog don’t repost ✩ No editing ✩ Concrit encouraged

One of the few memes I enjoy in this fandom is the idea that Marco survives Trost because I need some sort of salve against the relentless bleakness of this series (and I say that in a loving way). But most people just throw an eyepatch on him, which seems like such a waste of potential to me.

If you’ve got a strong stomach, check out the work of Sir Archibald McIndoe, who was a WWII surgeon who revolutionized reconstructive surgery. He found people who really did have half their faces torn off like Marco did and almost worked magic on them. Their prosthetics were also surprisingly advanced, with pieces of tin or wood painstakingly crafted to blend with the face, or beautifully carved wooden arms. (Yes I did enjoy researching reference for this picture, how could you tell?)

And yes, I do have a headcanon of Jean pain-stakingly carving designs on Marco’s wooden arm, because I am a sap.

So considering what the SNK world is like, I imagine that the Scouting Legion has a very talented team of doctors who know how to treat horrifying injuries. Now there’s an uplifting side-story; the SNK equivilant of M*A*S*H* and how they stick poor legionnaires back together.

Imagine the Elgang at a dance contest.


Imagine LK!Elsword dancing like a fool who has no idea what the hell he is doing. Imagine him off beat and off rhythm. He got kicked out.

Imagine EM!Aisha doing decently. Imagine her using magic to accent her dancing. Imagine one of the judges not giving her a good score. Imagine her hitting said judge for the bad score. She got almost got disqualified, but advanced.

Imagine GA!Rena being the worst dancer in the entire contest. Imagine her stumbling and falling over. Imagine her getting the lowest score that has been given. Needless to say, she got kicked out.

Imagine BM!Raven surprisingly being one of the most graceful dancers. Imagine him using light bouncing off of his sword to help his dancing. Imagine him bringing a judge to tears with his dancing. He advanced.

Imagine CEm!Eve doing the robot, cause Elsword put her up to it. Imagine her being wheeled out of the building while still doing the robot. 

Imagine TT!Chung dancing in his armor and while using his destroyer. Imagine him almost blowing up the judges. He surprisingly advanced.

Imagine SD!Ara belly dancing. Imagine her getting lost in the music and letting her body move itself. Imagine the judges trying to hide their attraction. She advanced.

Imagine BH!Elesis seducing EVERY DAMN JUDGE with her dancing. Imagine her not even dancing on the floor, but rather on the judge’s table. She advanced…then rubbed it in her brother’s face.

Imagine MM!Add not giving two shits and just gives the judges the finger while having his dynamos taking him out of the building. 

Imagine NB!Lu getting thrown out during Elesis’s dance due to it’s “adult nature”. Imagine her telling Ciel to win it for her.

Imagine RG!Ciel waltzing. Imagine him being just as graceful as Raven. Imagine the music fitting with his dancing. Ciel advanced.


Imagine BM!Raven and BH!Elesis pairing up together. Imagine the two of them using Raven’s sword techniques as well as Elesis’s fire to impress the judges, Imagine Elesis getting lost in the moment and takes off both hers and raven’s coats. Imagine that helping with their score.

Imagine TT!Chung and SD!Ara pairing up. Imagine Chung blowing up shit to make Ara’s Belly dancing more appealing. Imagine it all working well until a piece of rubble hits Ara in the head, knocking her out. They were disqualified due to injury.

Imagine EM! Aisha and RG!Ciel dancing together. Imagine Them dancing to a waltz together, stepping in unison. Imagine Ciel lifting Aisha up at the end of the dance. 

The pair that advances into the finals is…

Raven and Elesis.


Imagine BH!Elesis picking a song that she listened to whenever she was feeling down. Imagine her dancing, using both her fire and her soul for her dance. Imagine there being only one thing on her mind as she dances: Elsword. Imagine Elesis ending the dance with a bow to hide her tears. 

Imagine BM!Raven picking the song that Seris always loved listening to. Imagine Raven dancing this as not only as a farewell, but a sign he is moving on. Imagine him putting every emotion he has felt since Seris died into this dance: Every moment of sadness, every moment of anger, every moment of happiness into this dance. Imagine Raven saying goodbye to Seris with this dance, hoping she is seeing it from Heaven. Imagine him saying he forgives Alex for betraying him. Imagine him saying thank you to Elsword, Aisha, Rena, and the rest of the Elgang with this dance. Imagine Raven finishing this dance with a teary smile. 


The winner of the dance contest is…


“I am honored to have this invitation to address the annual meeting of the Dallas Citizens Council, joined by the members of the Dallas Assembly – and pleased to have this opportunity to salute the Graduate Research Center of the Southwest. It is fitting that these two symbols of Dallas progress are united in the sponsorship of this meeting. For they represent the best qualities, I am told, of leadership and learning in this city – and leadership and learning are indispensable to each other. The advancement of learning depends on community leadership for financial political support, and the products of that learning, in turn, are essential to the leadership’s hopes for continued progress and prosperity. It is not a coincidence that those communities possessing the best in research and graduate facilities – from MIT to Cal Tech – tend to attract new and growing industries. I congratulate those of you here in Dallas who have recognized these basic facts through the creation of the unique and forward-looking Graduate Research Center.

This link between leadership and learning is not only essential at the community level. It is even more indispensable in world affairs. Ignorance and misinformation can handicap the progress of a city or a company, but they can, if allowed to prevail in foreign policy, handicap this country’s security. In a world of complex and continuing problems, in a world full of frustrations and irritations, America’s leadership must be guided by the lights of learning and reason – or else those who confuse rhetoric with reality and the plausible with the possible will gain the popular ascendancy with their seemingly swift and simple solutions to every world problem.

There will always be dissident voices heard in the land, expressing opposition without alternative, finding fault but never favor, perceiving gloom on every side and seeking influence without responsibility. Those voices are inevitable.

But today other voices are heard in the land – voices preaching doctrines wholly unrelated to reality, wholly unsuited to the sixties, doctrines which apparently assume that words will suffice without weapons, that vituperation is as good as victory and that peace is a sign of weakness. At a time when the national debt is steadily being reduced in terms of its burden on our economy, they see that debt as the single greatest threat to our security. At a time when we are steadily reducing the number of Federal employees serving every thousand citizens, they fear those supposed hordes of civil servants far more than the actual hordes of opposing armies.

We cannot expect that everyone, to use the phrase of a decade ago, will "talk sense to the American people.” But we can hope that fewer people will listen to nonsense. And the notion that this Nation is headed for defeat through deficit, or that strength is but a matter of slogans, is nothing but just plain nonsense.

I want to discuss with your today the status of our security because this question clearly calls for the most responsible qualities of leader- ship and the most enlightened products of scholarship. for this Nation’s strength and security are not easily or cheaply obtained, nor are they quickly and simply explained. there are many kinds of strength and no one kind will suffice. Overwhelming nuclear strength cannot stop a guerrilla war. Formal pacts of alliance cannot stop internal subversion. Displays of material wealth cannot stop the disillusionment of diplomats subjected to discrimination.

Above all, words alone are not enough. The United States is a peaceful nation. And where our strength and determination are clear, our words need merely to convey conviction, not belligerence. If we are strong, our strength will speak for itself. If we are weak, words will be of no help.

I realize that this Nation often tends to identify turning-points in world affairs with the major addresses which preceded them. But it was not the Monroe Doctrine that kept all Europe away from this hemisphere – it was the strength of the British fleet and the width of the Atlantic Ocean. It was not General Marshall’s speech at Harvard which kept communism out of Western Europe – it was the strength and stability made possible by our military and economic assistance.

In this administration also it has been necessary at times to issue specific warnings – warnings that we could not stand by and watch the Communists conquer Laos by force, or intervene in the Congo, or swallow West Berlin, or maintain offensive missiles on Cuba. But while our goals were at least temporarily obtained in these and other instances, our successful defense of freedom was not due to the words we used, but to the strength we stood ready to use on behalf of the principles we stand ready to defend.

This strength is composed of many different elements, ranging from the most massive deterrents to the most subtle influences. And all types of strength are needed – no one kind could do the job alone. Let us take a moment, therefore, to review this Nation’s progress in each major area of strength.

First, as Secretary McNamara made clear in his address last Monday, the strategic nuclear power of the United States has been so greatly modernized and expanded in the last 1,000 days, by the rapid production and deployment of the most modern missile systems, that any and all potential aggressors are clearly confronted now with the impossibility of strategic victory – and the certainty of total destruction – if by reckless attack they should ever force upon us the necessity of a strategic reply.

In less than 3 years, we have increased by 50 percent the number of Polaris submarines scheduled to be in force by the next fiscal year, increased by more than 70 percent our total Polaris purchase program, increased by more than 75 percent our Minutemen purchase program, increased by 50 percent the portion of our strategic bombers on 15-minute alert forces. Our security is further enhanced by the steps we have taken regarding these weapons to improve the speed and certainty of their response, their readiness at all times to respond, their ability to survive an attack, and their ability to be carefully controlled and directed through secure command operations.

But the lessons of the last decade have taught us that freedom cannot be defended by strategic nuclear power alone. We have, therefore, in the last 3 years accelerated the development and deployment of tactical nuclear weapons, and increased by 60 percent the tactical nuclear forces deployed in Western Europe.

Nor can Europe or any other continent rely on nuclear forces alone, whether they are strategic or tactical. We have radically improved the readiness of our conventional forces – increased by 45 percent of the number of combat ready Army divisions, increased by 100 percent the procurement of modern Army weapons and equipment, increased by 100 percent our procurement of our ship construction, conversion, and modernization program, increased by 100 percent our procurement of tactical aircraft, increased by 30 percent the number of tactical air squadrons, and increased the strength of the Marines. As last month’s “Operation Big Lift” – which originated here in Texas – showed so clearly, this Nation is prepared as never before to move substantial numbers of men in surprisingly little time to advanced positions any- where in the world. We have increased by 175 percent the procurement of airlift aircraft, and we have already achieved a 75 percent increase in our existing strategic airlift capability. Finally, moving beyond the traditional roles of our military forces, we have achieved an increase of nearly 600 percent in our special forces – those forces that are prepared to work with our allies and friends against the guerrillas, saboteurs, insurgents and assassins who threaten freedom in a less direct but equally dangerous manner.

But American military might should not and need not stand alone against the ambitions of international communism. Our security and strength, in the last analysis, directly depend on the security and strength of others, and that is why our military and economic assistance plays such a key role in enabling those who live on the periphery of the Communist world to maintain their independence of choice. Our assistance to these nations can be painful, risky, and costly, as is true in Southeast Asia today. But we dare not weary of the task. For our assistance makes possible the stationing of 3.5 million allied troops along the Communist frontier at one-tenth the cost of maintaining a comparable number of American soldiers. A successful Communist breakthrough in these area, necessitating direct United States intervention, would cost us several times as much as our entire foreign aid program, and might cost us heavily in American lives as well.

About 70 percent of our military assistance goes to nine key countries located on or near the borders of the Communist-bloc – nine countries confronted directly or indirectly with the threat of Communistic aggression – Viet-Nam, Free China, Korea, India, Pakistan, Thailand, Greece, Turkey, and Iran. No one of these countries possesses on its own the resources to maintain the forces which our own Chiefs of Staff think needed in the common interest. Reducing our efforts to train, equip, and assist their armies can only encourage Communist penetration and require in time the increased overseas deployment of American combat forces. And reducing the economic help needed to bolster these nations that undertake to help defend freedom can have the same disastrous result. In short, the $50 billion we spend each year on our own defense could well be ineffective without the $4 billion required for military and economic assistance.

Our foreign aid program is not growing in size, it is, on the contrary, smaller now than in previous years. It has had its weaknesses, but we have undertaken to correct them. And the proper way of treating weaknesses is to replace them with strength, not to increase those weaknesses by emasculating essential programs. Dollar for dollar, in or out of government, there is no better form of investment in our national security than our much-abused foreign aid program. We cannot afford to lose it. We can afford to maintain it. we can surely afford, for example, to do as much for our 19 needy neighbors of Latin America as the Communist bloc is sending to the island of Cuba alone.

I have spoken of strength largely in terms of the deterrence and resistance of aggression and attack. But in today’s world, freedom can be lost without a shot being fired, by ballots as well as bullets. The success of our leadership is dependent upon respect for our mission in the world as well as our missiles – on a clearer recognition of the virtues of freedom as well as the evils of tyranny.

That is why our Information Agency has doubled the shortwave broadcasting powers of the Voice of America and increased the number of broadcasting hours by 30 percent, increased Spanish language broadcasting to Cuba and Latin America from 1 to 9 hours a day, increased seven-fold to more than 3.5 million copies the number of American books being translated and published for Latin American readers, and taken a host of other steps to carry our message of truth and freedom to all the far corners of the earth.

And that is also why we have regained the initiative in the exploration of outer space, making an annual effort greater than the combined total of all space activities undertaken during the fifties, launching more than 130 vehicles into earth orbit, putting into actual operation valuable weather and communications satellites, and making it clear to all that the United States of America has no intention of finishing second in space.

This effort is expensive – but it pays its own way, for freedom and for America. For there is no longer any fear in the free world that a Communist lead in space will become a permanent assertion of supremacy and the basis for military superiority. There is no longer any doubt about the strength and skill of American science, American industry, American education, and the American free enterprise system. In short, our nation space effort represents a great gain in, and a great resource of, our national strength – and both Texas and Texans are contributing greatly to this strength.

Finally, it should be clear by now that a nation can be no stronger abroad than she is at home. Only an America which practices what it preaches about equal rights and social justice will be respected by those whose choice affects our future. Only an America which has fully educated its citizens is fully capable of tackling the complex problems and perceiving the hidden dangers of the world in which we live. And only an America which is growing and prospering economically can sustain the worldwide defenses of freedom, while demonstrating to all concerned the opportunities of our system and society.

It is clear, therefore, that we are strengthening our security as well as our economy by our recent record increases in national income and output – by surging ahead of most of Western Europe in the rate of business expansion and the margin of corporate profits, by maintaining a more stable level of prices than almost any of our overseas competitors, and by cutting personal and corporate income taxes by some $11 billion, as I have proposed, to assure this Nation of the longest and strongest expansion in our peacetime economic history.

This Nation’s total output -which 3 years ago was at the $500 billion mark – will soon pass $600 billion, for a record rise of over $100 billion in 3 years. For the first time in history we have 70 million men and women at work. For the first time in history average factory earnings have exceeded $100 a week. For the first time in history corporation profits after taxes – which have risen 43 percent in less than 3 years – have an annual level of $27.4 billion.

My friends and fellow citizens: I cite these facts and figures to make it clear that America today is stronger than ever before. Our adversaries have not abandoned their ambitions, our dangers have not diminished, our vigilance cannot be relaxed. But now we have the military, the scientific, and the economic strength to do whatever must be done for the preservation and promotion of freedom.

The strength will never be used in pursuit of aggressive ambitions – it will always be used in pursuit of peace. It will never be used to promote provocations – it will always be used to promote the peaceful settlement of disputes.

We, in this country, in this generation, are – by destiny rather than by choice – the watchmen on the walls of world freedom. We ask, therefore, that we may be worthy of our power and responsibility, that we may exercise our strength with wisdom and restraint, and that we may achieve in our time and for all time the ancient vision of “peace on earth, good will toward men.” That must always be our goal, and the righteousness of our cause must always underlie our strength. For as was written long ago: “except the Lord keep the city, the watchmen waketh but in vain.”

-President Kennedy was scheduled to deliver this speech the day he was assassinated, November 22, 1963.

anonymous asked:

Did you know that Sparta granted the most freedom to women out of the Greek city-states? They trained and exercised with the boys from a young age, because Spartans valued strength in all people. They competed in the Olympics and wrestled. I don't know if they fought or not, but if they died in childbirth they received the same burial honor as warriors who died in battle.

Yes, they were pretty dang progressive compared to the rest of the world! It’s so cool that the girls and boys did train together in childhood, but as they got older, the boys were much more focused on militaristic endeavors.  Girls were not allowed to train in the male agoge or go to battle with them, but they did get surprisingly advanced training and respect!  So way to go Sparta- even if you were one of the most brutal and warlike societies in human history, at least you somewhat grasped the concept of feminism.  :)