that all men may know his work


Men go by, ideas stay. Moral efforts stay and will continue to walk on the legs of other men.

On May 23rd 1992,  judge and prosecuting magistrate Giovanni Falcone, who had fought against Mafia all his life, was travelling with his security detail on the A29 coastal motorway to get from Palermo’s airport to his home. In retaliation for all of his life’s work and in particular for the Maxi-Trial who had convicted hundreds of Mafia affiliates and judicially proven Mafia’s existence, a half-ton of explosives was placed in a culvert under the motorway, near the town of Capaci and it was set off when the three cars with Falcone and his security detail were  travelling by. The blast killed Falcone, his wife, and the three men in the first car of his security detail. Only four survived. The explosion was so powerful it registered on local earthquake monitors.

Giovanni Falcone [ Palermo - May 18, 1939 / Capaci - May 23, 1992 ]

Francesca Morvillo  [ Palermo - December 14, 1945 / Palermo - May 23 1992 ]

 Vito Schifani  [ Palermo - February 23, 1965 / Capaci - May 23, 1992 ]

Rocco Dicillo [ Triggiano - April 13,1962 / Capaci - May 23, 1992]

Antonio Montinaro [ Calimera - September 8, 1962 / Capaci - May 23, 1992 ]

 Paolo Capuzza, Angelo Corbo, Gaspare Cervello,Giuseppe Costanza

Huge public outrage (especially against politicians) and deep mourning followed the judge’s death and thousands gathered at the funerals which were broadcast on national television. 53 days later Falcone’s close friend and collaborator, Judge Paolo Borsellino, and five men of his security guide, were killed in a similar bomb attack in Palermo.

Mafia is not invincible; it’s a human reality and as everything which is human it has a beginning and it will also have and end. However, we must realize that we can win not by requesting defenceless citizens to act as heroes, but by engaging every best institutional force in this battle. 

Giovanni Falcone

Contrary to what I think is popular opinion, men currently have and have for many years had available to them the option to feel anything they want, and in fact their feelings are often regarded as reason itself. If a man wants to say he is sad, he can not only say this but he can turn it into a selling point against which to buy social capital, as we know from the Sad Boy phenomenon of men like Drake. If men want to express anger, if they want to express even violent urges to commit violence against women, they are free to do so, as we know from the popularity of VAW-implicating lyrics in genres from pop punk (all of Fall Out Boy’s early work is about wishing women would die or drown or burn) to rap (Eminem has a very famous song about murdering the mother of his child and burying her body). If men are emotionally troubled, no matter what inexcusable methods they may use to work through this, they are allowed to portray this however they like, and often not only use this as proof of their goodness and softness as human beings but use it as a reason they should have access to women anytime they like (see friendzone nonsense). A man with feelings is a tortured genius, no matter how many people he abuses, no matter how cruel he is at his core. A woman with feelings is hysterical, a bitch, mean, a cunt, monstrous in essence. That’s important.

Marriage is About Property Rights to a Woman’s Body

Marriage isn’t about love. You don’t need a legal contract to prove that you love somebody. And if you wanna have a religious ceremony to devote your love to each other, you don’t need laws for that, either.

You need laws to establish parenthood, particularly, fatherhood.

Fatherhood can’t exist without a legal system to back it up; unlike motherhood, which is natural, fatherhood is a social construct.

We all know who the mother of a child is because the child emerges from the mother. The mother creates the child.

The father ejaculates and abandons his genetic material inside of the mother, and her body then modifies this material and does all of the work of the work in actually gestating a human being. A man may not even be aware that a child is being created, totally ignorant to the fact–such is his relevance to creation.

Patriarchy means “rule by the father” and describes the manner in which men take legal possession over the children created by women’s bodies.

Marriage is that ceremony by which men take legal possession over women’s bodies. Marriage does not give women any such power over men.

Men do not sacrifice their bodies to create children. Women do not take ownership over a man’s body to create children.

In order for women to be free and liberated, we must abolish the oppressive institution of marriage and establish a communal matriarchal family structure that ensures children will be cared for by groups rather than by a single mother in the home.

Alex's Dream

( I’m not they best writer, so this probably sucks… But I got the idea based on the dream Aaron had…. I hope you like it. It’s sorta Hamiltots… Also this happens during nap time)

John: I may not live to see our glory.

Eliza:Alexander there’s a letter for you from South Carolina.

John:But I will gladly join the fight.

Alexander:It’s from John Laurens ,I’ll read it later.

Eliza:….No it’s not

John:And when our children tell our stories.

Alexander:Will you read it?

John:They’ll tell the story of tonight.

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Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother, at the funeral of her late husband King George VI on 15 February 1952. 

I want to send this message of thanks to a multitude of people - to you who, from all parts of the world, have been giving me your sympathy and affection throughout these dark days. I want you to know how your concern for me has upheld me in my sorrow, and how you have made me by your wonderful tributes to my dear husband, a great and noble King. No man had a deeper sense than he of duty and of service, and no man was more full of compassion for his fellow-men. He loved you all, every one of you, most truly. That, you know, was what he always tried to tell you in his yearly message at Christmas; that was the pledge he took at the sacred moment of his coronation fifteen years ago. Now I am left alone, to do what I can to honour that pledge without him. 

Throughout our married life we have tried, the King and I, to fulfil with all our hearts and all our strength the great task of service that was laid upon us. My only wish now is that I may be allowed to continue the work that we sought to do together. 

I commend to you our dear daughter: give her your loyalty and devotion: in the great and lonely station to which she has been called she will need your protection and your love. 

God bless you all; and may He in his wisdom guide us safely to our true destiny of peace and good will.

Who You Should Fight: Founding Fathers Edition

John Adams: You can beat John Adams, and frankly I think you should. He is tiny and angry and a ball of unconstitutional rage. Just point out the Alien and Sedition Acts and you’ve already won half the battle. Sit the fuck down, John.

Benjamin Franklin: Don’t do it. Not only is he a kindly old man, but he’ll kick your ass. He’ll kick the dog’s ass. He’ll kick his own ass. He was willing to get electrocuted for science and thought a turkey should be the national bird, not to mention how the old dude managed to get laid right up to his death. He was not only cooler than you but stronger than you.

Alexander Hamilton: Why would you want to figh- okay, I know why, but don’t do it. The man is made of piss and vinegar, and yeah, like Burr, you might win the battle, but at what cost? He’ll talk your ear off before, during, and after, and at that point, who really won?

John Jay: It’s tempting, I know it is, but John Jay is from New York. You really want to fight that guy? Plus, as first Chief Justice of the US, he’s got the mighty fists of the law on his side. You may not have heard of him, but fight him and you’ll wish you hadn’t.

Thomas Jefferson: Fight him. If you don’t fight him I will. Not only was he the world’s biggest hypocrite by being a slaver and yet wrote ‘all men are equal,’ but he’ll be too damn busy working out how to use his French mac and cheese machine to notice you until it’s too late. The man helped start and ran from two revolutions and got put on trial for cowardice, you can take him, and for the sake of all of us, please do.

James Madison: Only fight him if you can’t find anyone else to. I mean, yeah, the guy was instrumental in a virtual smorgasbord of American politics, but is he really worth your time? If you find yourself raring to fight Madison then take a moment to look yourself in the mirror and ask yourself why.

George Washington: Speaking of kindly old men you shouldn’t fight, do not fight George Washington. Do not even approach George Washington with intent to do anything but smile heartily from a distance. One time a guy clapped him on the back and Washington gave him a glare so withering the guy thought he was going to piss himself. George Washington survived Valley Forge; he can sure as hell survive you.

Unintended Consequences

Hey guys. Its Dawn back again with more Batfam fic. This one’s for @whore4batfam. Thanks for the idea.  : ) I hope you like what I did with it. 

Summary: In trying to hide his own illness Damian ends up getting Tim sick. 

Warnings: none

The only thing Damian hated more than being sick was Father knowing he was sick. It meant the immediate suspension of everything he enjoyed. Patrol, practice, and casework. He could still read, but Pennyworth had declared sick reading to only be ‘fun’ reading. He’d then be forced into bed, and as much as he enjoyed the warm soup Alfred made or Dick’s visits, the cons outweighed the pros.

The morning he woke with a stuffy nose and aching head he resolved to keep it as secret as possible. He’d learned from previous attempts that simply concealing his illness did not work. It always backfired on him and ended up making him worse.

He had learned and adapted his technique. He halved practice times, kept a water bottle on him at all times, and moved as little as possible. In this way he felt no worse by the time patrol came than he had in the morning. He might say he was feeling a bit better. He kept up the routine for the next two days, even as he felt well before the end of the time. Experience had also taught him that it didn’t do well to be hasty with his recovery.

By day three he was feeling pleased with himself. He’d beaten the sickness and not a soul had found out. That was also when Drake had begun to sneeze. He swore it was allergies, but his face was washed out and his eyes redder than they should be. By the end of the day it was obvious Tim was ill, and not taking it as well as Damian had.

He voluntarily stayed back from patrol, allowing Alfred to bundle him up the stairs and to his room. Damian’s experience with illness had taught him another thing, that sometimes the sickness spread to others. He thought he’d been careful about what he’d touched, and where he’d been. He’d consciously stayed out of the way of others to avoid passing the sickness.

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Scorpio Gay men

October 23-November 21

Element: Water
Mode: Fixed
Ruling Planets: Pluto, Mars
Erogenous Zone: Genitalia
Best Traits: Emotional depth, charismatic, driven
Worst Traits: Domineering, secretive, extreme mood swings

In Life:
Mr. Scorpio is intense and driven and there’s no in-between with him. He knew from an early age that sex could be used as a weapon. Probably it was used on him in a threatening way. As a boy, he developed a sense of his own power and a fear of it, too. He can’t help but suspect danger all around him because he knows just how dangerous people can be, especially people like him! Generally, gay male Scorpios come in two varieties: those who strive for truth and pure goodness (with a lot of pleasurable and sexy escapades thrown in, too!) and those who move primally from person to person, draining the power from others to enhance their own sense of power. In short, they are either good or evil. In the case of Mr. Scorpio I will not include my usual condition of “depending upon his other planets… ” No. In this case, he’s either one kind of animal or the other.

Ruled by Pluto, the violent planet of transformation, every Scorpio man will at one time or another battle with himself and come out on one side or the other. This battle will probably take place over time. This man invented the concept of “the dark journey of the soul.” And it is a journey, baby. If he makes it to the good side, he’s quite a force to be reckoned with, in the best possible sense. He’s loyal to those he loves and fiercely protective. He’s driven, funny, sexy, and confident with a strong and deep sense of intuition. If he doesn’t war with himself and come out on the evolved side, he can be a most dangerous man to deal with, one who will destroy himself and others, without even fully understanding why he is compelled to be so violent.

If he has a purpose in life (and he almost certainly does), he will strive to achieve his goal, no matter how long it takes. Even the most evolved Scorpio men do have to wrestle with their dark side, though. He has a naturally addictive personality. At times he may turn to sex or drugs to soothe his hurts. But he is just as capable of purifying himself to the extreme. He may kick all his bad habits at once: from promiscuity to pot. That’s just his way. So what does he do when he’s not swinging on a pendulum between the forces of life and earth?

Well, he’s probably having fun somewhere, enjoying some verbal repartee with a challenging naysayer and a roomful of fans. Or he may be out taking classes, working out, or researching a pet obsession. The man knows how to live life to the fullest. And he is never at a loss for energy, enthusiasm, and emotion.

From Queer Astrology for Men

By Jill Dearman

anonymous asked:

it's like "guys make sure to not hate on the album uwu" like it's okay if they change music styles. they're 4 grown men we don't need to coddle them. we haven't heard a note of new music and we're making paragraph long posts about not sending the band hate?

Yeah because it’s of the last album hate, and the concept of hate with folie that made them go on hiatus in the first place. I know they’re grown men but it’s folie hate that led to them breaking apart. Also, you have to think Pete has anxiety / depression…comments like “I hate u” and “I’ll fight you” put him down even though he knows they’re jokes, so if he’s worked really hard on something and is proud of it, and all his fans go off it on twitter (bc that’s what twitter fans are like), he’s gonna feel like shit. It happened with folie, it happened with soul punk (remember Patrick’s heart-felt letter on his site in 2012?? Yeah). THATS why we’re posting this. They may be grown men but they can get hurt still, and after last era and all the shit said about them by “fans”, we’re trying to stop that happening again and spread positivity only, because there’s been rumours that it’s very different to previous work, and that’s where hate comes from bc certain fans don’t like change. But if you don’t like me trying to prevent that then feel free to unfollow, because I can post whatever I like

Info for HNKNA / Alice in the Country of Hearts / Clover / Diamond Rpers, fans, and anyone else who feels like it.

Just a little something I felt like putting together since there’s so much information out there that not a lot of people have access to and people like me, Harroe and Vocaotome, know far too much for our own good. So why not put it to good use? 

Warning this is RIDICULOUSLY LONG but has info on just about every aspect of Wonderland and Roleholder possible. Feel free to ask for clarification or send me asks with more info.

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Kiss You Again (WayHaught College AU)

Pairing: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught

Rating: T

Summary: Nicole finds an important note that was left in the library book she just checked out and does a little sleuthing to find out who it belongs to. (Hint: it’s Waverly)

Based on a prompt from @alycidebnam


Nicole Haught has been patiently waiting for the 16th of the month, because that’s when the book she needs from the library is due to be returned.  Her paper is due on the 20th, so that gives her just enough time to…skim through it for a couple of talking points, and maybe pull out a couple of choice quotes. She’s hoping for a B+ at this rate.

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Palaces Out of Paragraphs

Request:  Alex x reader where they are good friends but secretly have a crush on each other but they can’t admit it. So Alex writes her a love letter but then decides to not give it to her, because he is scared she will not like him back but Laurens, Laf and Herc find it and they give it to her. The reader is very happy and goes to talk to Alex and just something fluffy.

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Fem!Reader

Time period: Hamiltime

Word count: 2,408

Warning: Bad attempt at writing an 18th-century love letter, bad attempt at writing in general tbh

A/N: It seems like It took me a lot longer than it should’ve to write this but I was pretty unsure about this whole fic. It’s finally done, though. It’s crap, but it’s done. If this wasn’t a request I would’ve just scrapped it, but here you go. I hope it’s alright enough. 

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The One With The Blind Dates

This was written for Ash @eyes-of-a-disney-princess​ and Jill @sis-tafics birthday challenge. My prompt was #54, “The One With the Blind Dates”

Sam and Dean were drinking beers and watching Deadpool when you came out of your room.  You had traded your usual jeans and t-shirt for a pretty red dress and heels.

“Where are YOU going?” Dean asked.  Here comes the third degree.

“I have a date Dean, not that it’s any of your business.”

“A date?  With who?” Sam asked warily.

Might as well get this over with.  “It’s a blind date, Sammy.  You know Carrie that works at the bakery?”

“Is she the curvy brunette or the really tall blond?” Dean immediately asked.

“The blond.  Apparently one of the guys who works there knows we are friends and asked her to fix us up.”

“Do you know anything about him? How do you even know if he’s your type?” Sam pressed.

You sighed in annoyance.  “I DON’T, Sam. But I’m tired of being alone.  It’s hard to meet men in this life. I’ve never gone on a blind date before, so I’m gonna give it a try.  For all I know he may be the man of my dreams.  He works in a bakery!   Worst case scenario I get free baked goods.”

“Just be careful, okay?” Sam sounded worried.

“Crap, I’m late.  Don’t wait up.”  You grabbed your coat and rushed out the door.

“You need to tell her, Sammy.” Dean commented in a low voice.

“Tell who what?” Sam pretended his attention was focused on the TV, and not the girl who had just left.

“You need to tell Y/N how you feel about her.  Now, before it’s too late.”

“What are you babbling about?” Sam finally looked at his brother.

“One of these days she is going to meet someone, and you are going to kick yourself for not telling her you love her when you had the chance.” Dean’s green eyes were sympathetic.

“Shut up Jerk!” Sam said automatically.

“Whatever, Bitch.  I’m going to bed.” Dean headed to his room, leaving Sam alone with his thoughts.  As much as Sam hated to admit it, Dean was right.  With a sigh of annoyance, Sam headed to his room.  Not that he was going to be able to sleep until you were home anyway.

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The Natural Superiority of Women (Article by Mistress Peggy Sue)

One lesson modern philosophers have taught us is that human consciousness is an essentially historical that is to say changeable phenomenon.

Although the term patriarchal correctly describes the predominant form of consciousness and society in the past, there is a vast body of evidence to indicate that the situation is rapidly changing. If our ancestors could never have imagined the freedom and power, which the women of today enjoy, only the boldest visionaries among us can envision the brave new world of female supremacy that will dawn tomorrow.

In this article I’d like to discuss some of the most essential aspects of the thinking and life that will characterize the society of the future.
In the society of the future, masculinity itself will be redefined along the lines of gynosupremacy. There men will come to understand and accept that their deepest psychosexual fulfillment can only come through service to womankind.

In this manner obeisance before a woman will be seen as a masculine right of self-fulfillment. It should be obvious that the concept of masculinity has always been defined with reference to femininity. Thus even today a man is ‘macho’ to the extent of his sexual prowess.
But what is this except to say that a man is constituted on the basis of his ability to please a woman?

It is also significant to note how an understanding of the feminine basis of masculinity is becoming more explicit with time. The 'macho man’ of yesterday 'conquered’ women. Today this is no longer fashionable.

Today a man is more fully a man on the basis of his knowledge, skills, ability and willingness to please a woman. But this is to say that a man is more fully a man to the extent that his 'strong,’ 'masculine,’ 'macho’ side is surrendered.
Apart from feminine influence, the raw inchoate male libido is merely animalistic.

To emerge strong and whole, male elements must be disciplined and purified in the fires of the feminine. Even today these insights are universally recognized. Employers are hesitant to give positions of responsibility or power to single males. (And who is a single male, except one not under the controlling influence of a woman?)
Research demonstrates that regardless of education or training, a man’s income rises remarkably once he is married. Insurance rates are drastically lower for married males. What do these facts indicate but that males without the controlling influence of a woman are reckless, immature, incompetent, and dangerous? Certainly single males are often involved with a woman.

But this is not sufficient. In order for a male to fully be a man, he must come under the full influence and control of a woman. As Freud recognized, a male who is single is able to achieve partial gratification of his animalistic desires and still retain his 'freedom.’ A married man achieves full gratification, but at the price of freedom.
The contract of marriage guarantees what the male animal most deeply longs for to empty his testes on a regular basis. In exchange for this simple favor, he must surrender all that he thinks and knows as freedom. No longer can he do as he please she must now work hard and be productive.

Neither may he enjoy a variety of sexual experiences any longer. He must now be faithful, honest, and loyal. Once again, it was Freud who pointed out that fidelity; loyalty and industry are not masculine qualities at all. Man by his nature is promiscuous, treacherous, and lazy.

Few men would choose marriage if they could have a variety of sexual partners on a regular, and guaranteed basis. Men only become loyal, faithful and productive when they come under the control of a woman. It is only the contract of marriage which insists that a man work and surrender the fruits of his labor.

Likewise it is a woman who insists that a man be faithful. It is clear then that man loses what he knows as freedom through marriage. But notice what the loss of a man’s 'freedom’ really means. Properly speaking, a man who has come under the controlling influence of women has not lost true freedom at all.

In orthodox philosophical language, what he has really lost is his 'freedom of nature.’ 'Freedom of nature’ describes the chaos of the natural instincts not tempered by reason and moral judgment. In primitive society, freedom knew no restraints at all. There every individual was absolutely free, but chaos reigned.

The birth of civilization demanded the curtailment of absolute freedom to insure the cohesion of society as a whole. In an individual, 'freedom of nature’ corresponds to infantilism. Like the savage in primitive society, the infant is absolutely free, but yet uncivilized. The child matures and becomes an adult only by renouncing infantile demands for instant gratification.

For a male, marriage is simply the last stage of the process of maturity. Thus in coming under the controlling influence of a woman, a man has lost his infantile freedom in exchange for being an adult. It is only in a mature adult state that he can realize his innermost potential.

Contra wise, apart from the controlling influence of a woman, a man remains a mere child. The disapproving attitude which society holds towards single males is then not without justification. The single male the male undisciplined by the control and influence of woman is not and cannot be fully a member of civilized society. Even where he ostensibly lives according to the rules of society, his deepest motivations are guided by infantile desires.

Likewise, in our present society as a whole, the infantile character of male sexuality is only partially, inadequately controlled; hence the character of this society is patriarchal. As feminist social philosophers have taught us so well, all of the essential problems of our society derive from its patriarchal structure.
The demise of patriarchal society would then mean both an ending of violence and aggression, and the full realization of human potential.
It is important to notice that these most essential insights of Freudian psychology the infantile nature of male sexuality, the sublimating influence of a woman’s control are already recognized and implicit in the workings of our society today.

Yet at the same time, they are covert and hidden. In the society of the future, these essential scientific insights will become fully explicit. The society of the future will fully recognize the infantile nature of male sexuality, and the crucial functioning of female control and domination in the construction of civilization.

Hence the society of the future will be fully, openly, and explicitly matriarchal. In their deepest sexual fantasies males envision a world ruled by women, in which men are their mere slaves the truth which the future holds will be more exciting than any fiction.
The new eon of gynosupremacy will not be the fulfillment of male fantasy, but its realization. In the society of the future, women will not simply be the dominatrix of simplistic male fantasy, but will rule with true power and authority over every aspect of male life.

They will be our economic controllers, commanders, rulers, judges and queens. Under female rule men will perform constructive, creative, as well as menial, tasks. They will be teachers, lawyers, artists, and scientists.

How then will the role of the male be different than in society today? In the world of tomorrow, these constructive and creative tasks will be carried out under the explicit direction and authority of female superiors. Thus the highest levels of administration and management will be reserved for women.

Likewise, in the home, women will reign as head of the household and as unquestioned ruler of her man.

Because this society will recognize the absolutely critical function of female control and influence to the health of society as a whole; female rule in the home will be supported with the fullest backing of the law. For this reason, violation of man’s vow of obedience to his wife will be punishable with the severest penalties.
Although males in matriarchal society will perform complex and creative tasks, they will also endure menial ones. Indeed, the performance of menial tasks in service to womankind will be a rite-of-passage, which every adolescent male will suffer.
In preparation for the adult world of work, each adolescent male will be required to contribute at least three years of selfless, unpaid service to a senior female state manager or administrator.
In performance of the most menial tasks, the future adult male will mature and learn the most crucial lessons of his life obedience to female authority. Males who endure this rite-of-passage successfully will be rewarded with greater responsibilities.
They will receive the personal recommendations of the superiors they have pleased. Those who fail this test will remain in menial service for the remainder of their lives.

It is a great paradox that only the most rigorous control of male sexuality can bring about the fullest realization of the potential of man himself.

Yet based upon the previous analysis, this should not be surprising at all. As every Freudian knows, it is the sublimation of male sexuality that provides the energy upon which civilization is built. Yet today, this sublimation is only partial.

If human culture and civilization is built upon only partial control and influence of female authority, dare we envision what potential the full subjugation of male sexuality will unleash? Dare we imagine what feats of endurance, loyalty, strength, and bravery, which the soldiers of tomorrow will display under the explicit control and direction of female commanders?

Today the problem of broken homes, abandoned and abuse wives and neglected children is great enough to shatter the cohesion of society itself. Likewise, one can only imagine the health, strength, and cohesion of the society of the future, in which the only acceptable expression of male sexuality is marriage a society in which males must take explicit vows of obedience to their wives?

It’s been rightfully said before that the deepest desire of every man is for submission before a powerful woman. The new eon of gynosupremacy will be not only the fulfillment of this fantasy, but its realization.

When He See's Another Man Hitting On You (Our Two Bedroom Story Headcanon)
  • Minato: Angry. He's emitting an aura so violent that anyone who glanced over, immediately knew to stay away. His teeth grit as he see's you with one of the new copywriter, you're laughing and a glint emerges in his eyes. His aura only grows darker when the copywriter claps both of your hands in his, and -from what he can tell- confesses his undying love for you. Unable to take it anymore, he stands up. Steps outside, and shoves the copywriter away from you. "Oh, it looks like I've swatted a bothersome insect"
  • Kaoru: Moody. From what anyone can tell, he looks just like he always does. But his responses hold an irritated tone, when someone bothers to follow his line of sight, they notice you and another boy talking. Anyone else would notice the obvious resemblance between you two, correctly assuming it's a younger relative. Of course Kaoru is too overcome with his own jealousy to notice. Hours later, when you ask him for the yellow highlighter, he snaps: "Why don't you ask you other boyfriend to get it for you?"
  • Chiaki: Two Faced. He's noticed the new writer in the finance section is interested in you. He also notices that simply asking him to not come within ten feet of you, will not work. So instead, he decides to give him awful advice. Like, to be mean to you and push you around. And when he begins to wise up that this may not be the way to woo you, Chiaki starts tormenting him. Secretly of course. "Oh, did someone spill coffee all over that new guys desk? I hadn't noticed."
  • Shusei: Doesn't Care. He knows you're an attractive woman, and that other men will obviously be attracted to you. But he also knows that you love him, and that despite his flaws, you deeply care for him. He wouldn't trade you for anyone, and he knows that you feel the same. So he watches in slight amusement as you make your way to him in the bar, brushing of the other man with ease. "And here I was hoping you would shout something like, my boyfriend is a million times better than you!"
  • Akiyoshi: Abuses his Power. He knows it's wrong, and he knows he's more mature than this. But this guy just won't back off, and he can't just beat him up. So he does the next best thing, he piles him with work. And the guy actually has the gusto to complete all of it. It's another day, and Akiyoshi growls his name, dropping a stack of work on his desk. "These are the new finance reports, I'm sure you'll cross-reference everything and submit it to me at the end of the day."
  • A/N: I really enjoyed this game! Thank you so much! I hope this was okay, and accurate.
  • -SKY

Edward and Philippa spent Christmas 1360 at Woodstock with their sons and daughters and the King of France. Here Edward wore a coat he had specially commissioned. It was made of black satin embroidered in gold and silk thread with the image of a woodbine – a climbing plant, such as ivy and honeysuckle – and bearing the motto in gold lettering Skyer as ye Wodebynd (Clinging like the woodbine). This is the fourth and last of Edward’s known mottoes, and in many ways it is the most mysterious. […] Without further evidence, it is impossible to be certain, but it seems that this motto is Edward’s on comment on himself and his queen: a reflection on his career and the part she has played in his success. She had been the tree around which he had climbed, twisting like ivy. She was like a pillar to him, a source of courage and self-confidence despite his wanderings and adventures, and had been ever since the day they married. His open appreciation of her loyalty and support after more than thirty years is touching, and inclines us to see the kindness and gratitude of the man. But the motto is also interesting in that Edward clearly compares himself to the searching, questioning woodbine. This is apt; since that frightened, lonely boy-king under Mortimer’s dominance, Edward had been feeling his way like the climbing ivy. […] He had always been searching for the way to be a great king, and now that he was one, he realised that it had only been possible due to the consistent and devoted support of Queen Philippa. She had been the strong emotional foundation for his experiment in kingship.

– I. Mortimer, The Perfect King, p. 344.  

For all the children who lived and loved her, Philippa never forgot the dead babies who had gone straight from her arms to heaven: and from the death of little Blanche one notices immediately a more sober gravity in her demeanour, no lack of tenderness to all dependent upon her, but an acceptance of middle age, and an increased determination to fill her days with work and thought for others. Her characteristic Flemish motto, Ich wrude muche (I work hard), seems to have inspired her greatly about this time, and the further sadness brought upon her by the news of her mother’s death worked a good deal of change in Philippa’s mind. In a sense Edward may be said never to have grown up; he remained more or less a boy all his life; but Philippa’s love for him, like that of all good and wise women for the men who adore them, became more and more protective as the years passed on.

– B. C. Hardy, Philippa of Hainault and Her Times, pp. 135-6.  

Do not say anything. I know I’m corny. But… who cares.

Philippa of Hainault + Edward III + personal mottoes

The Ten Commands of the Nine Divines

“By the intercession of St. Alessia, you may be so filled with grace, and the strength and wisdom that comes from grace, that through these teachings you may come to the true meaning of the Nine Divines and Their glories. To convey to man’s mind all the manifold subtleties of truth and virtue may not be done, were all the seas ink, and all the skies the parchment upon which Their wisdoms were writ. Yet Akatosh, in His wisdom, knowing how impatient is man, and how loathe he is to travel upon the hard roads of truth, has allowed these ten simple commands to be made manifest with powerful clarity and concise definition.

1. Stendarr says: Be kind and generous to the people of Tamriel. Protect the weak, heal the sick, and give to the needy.

2. Arkay says: Honor the earth, its creatures, and the spirits, living and dead. Guard and tend the bounties of the mortal world, and do not profane the spirits of the dead.

3. Mara says: Live soberly and peacefully. Honor your parents, and preserve the peace and security of home and family.

4. Zenithar says: Work hard, and you will be rewarded. Spend wisely, and you will be comfortable. Never steal, or you will be punished.

5. Talos says: Be strong for war. Be bold against enemies and evil, and defend the people of Tamriel.

6. Kynareth says: Use Nature’s gifts wisely. Respect her power, and fear her fury.

7. Dibella says: Open your heart to the noble secrets of art and love. Treasure the gifts of friendship. Seek joy and inspiration in the mysteries of love.

8. Julianos says: Know the truth. Observe the law. When in doubt, seek wisdom from the wise.

9. Akatosh says: Serve and obey your Emperor. Study the Covenants. Worship the Nine, do your duty, and heed the commands of the saints and priests.

10. The Nine say: Above all else, be good to one another.

If only each man might look into the mirror of these Commands, and see reflected there the bliss that might enfold them, were he to serve in strict obedience to these Commands, he would be cast down and made contrite and humble. The obedient man may come to the altars of the Nine and be blessed, and may receive the comfort and healing of the Nine, and may give thanks for his manifold blessings.

Heedless, the wicked man turns away, and forsaking the simple wisdoms granted to him by the All-Wise and All-Knowing Nine, he lives in sin and ignorance all the days of his life. He bears the awful burden of his crimes, and before Men and God his wickedness is known, and neither blessing nor comfort may he expect from the altars and shrines of the Nine.

Yet the wicked and foolish are not doomed, for in their infinite mercies, the Nine have said, "Repent, and do Good Works, and the Fountains of Grace shall once more spill forth upon you.”

Repent your crimes! Tender unto the Emperor the fines of gold, that they may be used to spread the Faith and its Benefits to all Men!

Do yourself good works! Redeem your infamy by shining deeds! Show to all Men and the Nine the good Fame of the Righteous Man, and you may once again approach the altars and shrines of the Chapel to receive the comfort and blessings of the Nine.“

- The Ten Commands of the Nine Divines

Karmic Astrology Allegory

And it was morning as God stood before his twelve children and into each of them planted the seed of human life. One by one each child stepped forward to receive his appointed gift.

To you Aries I give my seed first that you might have the honor of planting it. That for every seed you plant one million more will multiply in your hand. You will not have time to see the seed grow for everything you plant creates more that must be planted. You will be the first to penetrate the soil of men’s minds with My Idea. But it is not your job to nourish the Idea nor to question it. Your life is action and the only action I ascribe to you is to begin making men aware of My Creation. For your good work I give you the virtue of Self Esteem.
Quietly Aries stepped back to his place.

To you Taurus I give the power to build the seed into substance. Your job is a great one requiring patience for you must finish all that has been started or the seeds will be wasted to the wind. You are not to question nor change your mind in the middle nor to depend on others for what I ask you to do. For this I give you the gift of Strength. Use it wisely.
And Taurus stepped back into place.

To you Gemini I give the questions without answers so that you may bring to all an understanding of what man sees around him. You will never know why men speak or listen, but in your quest for the answer you will find my gift of Knowledge.
And Gemini stepped back into place.

To you Cancer I ascribe the task of teaching men about emotion. My Idea for you is to cause them laughter and tears so that all they see and think develops fullness from inside. For this I give you the gift of Family, that your fullness may multiply.
And Cancer stepped back to his place.

To you Leo I give the job of displaying My Creation in all its brilliance to the world. But you must be careful of pride and always remember that it is My Creation, not yours. For if you forget this men will scorn you. There is much joy in the job I give to you if you but do it well. For this you are to have the gift of Honor.
And Leo stepped back to his place.

To you Virgo I ask for an examination of all man has done with My Creation. You are to scrutinize his ways sharply and remind him of his errors so that through you My Creation may be perfected. For doing this I give you the gift of Purity of Thought.
And Virgo stepped back to his place.

To you Libra I give the mission of service, that man may be mindful of his duties to others. That he may learn cooperation as well as the ability to reflect the other side of his actions. I will put you everywhere there is discord, and for your efforts I will give you the gift of Love.
And Libra stepped back in place.

To you Scorpio I give a very difficult task. You will have the ability to know the minds of men, but I do not permit you to speak about what you learn. many times you will be pained by what you see, and in your pain you will turn away from Me and forget that it is not I but the perversion of My Idea that is causing your pain. You will see so much of man that you will come to know him as animal and wrestle so much with his animal instincts in yourself that you will lose your way; but when you finally come back to Me, Scorpio, I have for you the supreme gift of Purpose.
And Scorpio stepped back.

Sagittarius, I ask you to make men laugh for amidst their misunderstanding of My Idea they become bitter. Through laughter you are to give man hope, and through hope turn his eyes back to Me. You will touch many lives if but only for a moment, and you will know the restlessness in every life you touch. To you Sagittarius I give the gift of Infinite Abundance, that you may spread wide enough to reach into every corner of darkness and bring it light.
And Sagittarius stepped back into place.

Of you Capricorn I ask the toil of your brow, that you might teach men to work. Your task is not an easy one for you will feel all of man’s labors on your shoulders; but for the yoke of your burdens I put the Responsibilty of man in your hands.
And Capricorn stepped back into place.

To you Aquarius I give the concept of the future that man might see other possibilities. You will have the pain of loneliness for I do not allow you to personalize My Love. But for turning man’s eyes to new possibilities I give you the gift of Freedom, that in your liberty you may continue to serve mankind whenever he needs you.
And Aquarius stepped back into place.

To you Pisces I give the most difficult task of all. I ask you to collect all of man’s sorrow and return it to me. Your tears are to be ultimately My tears. The sorrow you will absorb is the effect of man’s misunderstanding My Idea, but you are to give him compassion that he may try again. For this the most difficult task of all I give the greatest gift of all. You will be the only one of My twelve children to understand Me. But this gift of Understanding is for you, Pisces, for when you try to spread it to man he will not listen.
And Pisces stepped back into place.

Then God said “You each have a part of My Idea. You must not mistake that part for all of My Idea, nor may you desire to trade parts with each other. For each of you is perfect, but you will not know that until all twelve of you are one. For then the whole of My Idea will be revealed to each of you.”

And the children left, each determined to do his job best that he might receive his gift. But none fully understood his task or his gift, and when they returned puzzled God said “You each believe that other gifts are better. Therefore I will allow you to trade.” 
And for the moment each child was elated as he considered all the possibilities of his new mission.
But God smiled as he said “You will return to Me many times asking to be relieved of your mission, and each time I will grant you your wish. You will go through countless incarnations before you complete the original mission I have prescribed for you. I give you countless time in which to do it, but only when it is done can you be with Me.”

Karmic Astrology by Martin Schulmann.

In Your Dreams, Princess: A Throne of Glass Series Short Story~Part 5

First, Happy Easter! Even if you don’t celebrate it, I hope this makes your day a little brighter:)

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Enough of my babbling 

Here’s part 5 to In Your Dreams, Princess. Hope you enjoy it!

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Rowan Whitethorn pushed himself harder, his muscles were yelling, screaming and begging at him to stop but he could not. He would not. He would keep going. He would run until she was out of his head. Until he no longer had thoughts of her beautiful ivory skin, of her full, pink lips, of her eyes, a much peculiar combination…one he had never seen before.

Damn the Gods. His mind was still filled with thoughts of her even when he was trying to do the complete opposite. 

Rowan had told no one of these dreams he had been having for quite some time now. Last night, however, was the first night that he had seen her face, had heard her voice. Before, seeing her was like opening your eyes underwater. Everything was quite fuzzy and unfocused, and he could only make out very distinct features and characteristics like her height, her skin, her hair color. 

And in all those other dreams he had always felt a sort of…unusual attraction to her. A sort of curiosity. He had never in his life seen this woman, he would have known that immediately. One would not forget a face such as the mysterious woman in his dreams.

Rowan wanted to know who she was, where she came from, what in the gods names she was doing in his mind whilst he was unconscious. 

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Enough of this nonsense, he thought. Rowan was to go on an assignment from Her Majesty with Gavriel and Lorcan in just a few hours and truly, he should be sleeping and saving his energy for what was certain to be an utterly exhausting day. 

But he could not. He could not sleep for fear of the blue and gold eyes that would be sure to haunt him should he dare close his eyes. 

The images that flooded his mind as he sped past trees and bushes and rocks and the stream and the occasional splash of pink or purple or yellow flowers mirrored his thoughts and he was so caught up in them that he nearly ran directly into the big, bulking figure that was Lorcan. 

“What do you want?” Rowan growled. Sweat was dripping from every inch of him, racing down his body. Even his breathing was labored, an obvious sign of his exhaustion.

Lorcan regarded him shrewdly. “What do you call yourself doing at this time of night?”

“And just how is this any of your business?”

“It is my business,” Lorcan replied in a clipped tone. “Because I am your leader. You are a part of the cadre; we all are despite what we may otherwise long to do.”

“Don’t come to me with some of your pep talk bullshit, Lorcan,” Rowan interrupted. “That may work on some of the others, but it does not work on me.”

Lorcan, whom Rowan had rarely seen lose his level-headedness, took a menacing three steps closer. “Interrupt me again,” he said lowly, “and you will very much come to regret it, Whitethorn.”

Rowan and Lorcan stared into each other’s eyes, both men refusing to be the first to back down. 

“There is something troubling you, Rowan. I can sense it. Now you know that I, out of all of us here, cares the most about everyone’s well being. Especially my cadre. And when I anticipate that one of them may be in danger, as leader I feel indebted to ensure that they are not alone in whatever battles they are walking through.”

Rowan swallowed his emotion. He would not show any weakness. Weakness was not allowed. Weakness was for fools, weakness got you killed. 

“I am fine. I assure you.”

Lorcan’s head tipped to the side. “Then what business have you—”

“I had a strange dream and couldn’t get back to sleep after it. I just needed to clear my mind.”

Lorcan was silent for a few moments and all Rowan could hear was the sweet melody that was the rushing stream, the birds, the rustle of the leaves. All came together in performance as if they were an otherworldly orchestra. 

His mouth opened as if to say something, but both men went deathly still as they both sensed something in the trees around them. Rowan’s elongated ears twitched. He needn’t ask Lorcan if he heard what he had heard, for the other man had already produced his bow and several wicked-looking arrows. Rowan, too prepared himself with numerous blades and knives that promised death and destruction to anyone who dared cross their paths. 

The two men, looking like death personified, glanced once at each other, an understanding look shared between them. 

And that was when the first demon pounced.


Celaena Sardothien had been in the palace’s grand library for hours. She had awoken in the middle of the night, panting and sweating so profusely her lungs ached and her clothes clung to her like a second skin. Nehemia had barely stirred.

Carefully, so as not to wake up her slumbering friend, Celaena dressed in a pair of shorts and a especially long t-shirt and was on her way. 

And now here she was, with two dozen or so books scattered about her paired with a headache and a stomach that was growling so vehemently at her she was grateful no one else was in the library with her lest they mistake the sound for a beast and be frightened away. 

Celaena had looked up and retrieved nearly every book on sleep and its patterns that could possibly be in this library and she still had not found anything that would explain why she was having these bizarre dreams. 

“Ah, I thought I heard the infamous Sardothien Stomach somewhere in here.”

Celaena’s head snapped up, she hadn’t even realized she had been dozing off again. She blinked rapidly for a few moments to clear her vision before she looked up and met the gaze of none other than the Crown Prince of Adarlan.

“How did you know it was me in here?”

“Well,” Dorian spoke, taking a seat directly across from her. “I didn’t, at first. I believed it to be some sort of creature and am none too proud to admit that I was scared out of my wits initially.”

“Yeah,” Celaena laughed. “It has that effect.”

“And then,” Dorian continued. “I heard swearing so violent I knew it could only be you. So, I went to the kitchens and brought you some breakfast.” It was at that precise moment that Celaena realized he was holding a decent-sized basket in his hands. Again, her stomach growled as the spices and sweet scents filled her nostrils. 

“Well, you certainly have secured yourself a spot in my good graces,” said Celaena as Dorian placed all the food and beverages on the table. He had to move quite a few of the books on the floor, but eventually it all managed to fit and Celaena beheld a most gracious feast before her. “Thank you, Dorian,” she gratefully expressed and placed a hand over his. 

For a moment Dorian did nothing but look down at their hands. And then he took her smaller one in his and—keeping an eye contact that made Celaena’s heart flutter—placed a tender kiss to each of her knuckles.

“It is my pleasure.” He flashed her one of his panty-dropping smiles.

What a tease.

Warily, he released her hand and picked up a piece of toast. He slathered grape jelly on it before shoving it into his mouth, soon followed by a piece of savory sausage.

Celaena chuckled. “And I thought,” she said while pouring both herself and Dorian a cup of orange juice, “that one of the many requirements of being considered royalty was strict table manners.

Dorian, clearly understanding that his friend was teasing him, said through his food, “Oh, does this bother you? I should hope that a lack of table manners should not offend a woman whose occupation includes killing.”

“Oh, please,” said Celaena as she raised her cup to her lips. “I always use manners.”

Dorian could not repress a chuckle. “Even whilst killing?”

Celaena shot him a haughty look. “Especially whilst killing.”

“Which brings me to my next question. Why are you in the library at such an early hour? And from the looks of it, you have been here for…quite some time.”

“I had another dream last night and couldn’t go back to sleep. I figured I may as well spend my waking hours trying to find out more so I can make sense of all this.”

“And have you found anything quite useful?” 

Celaena sighed. “Sadly, no.”

“Well perhaps I can be of some use. Tell me about these dreams you’ve been having.”

And so Celaena delved into the story of her dreams and the man that made numerous appearances in them. She talked and Dorian listened until together the two had eaten all the food and light had begun to stream through the windows.

“Hmm,” he hummed with a thoughtful expression. “I think you’re going about this the wrong way.”

“How so?”

“Perhaps you don’t need to look at sleeping patterns or sleep at all, really. I think that there may be something…otherworldly going on here, Celaena. And in order to look into that, unfortunately we’re going to have to look in the Hall of Restricts.”

“The Hall of Restricts? But I thought that—”

“My father had gotten rid of anything even loosely related to the M-Word?” Dorian shook his head. “That’s what he’d rather everyone thought. Lucky for me, I overheard a conversation he was having with one of the other lords. It did strike me as quite odd and I’ve been looking for a good enough reason to go down there. And now I have it.”

Celaena was quite speechless.

“So how about it, Adarlan’s Assassin? Would you like to get into a bit of trouble with me?


Rowan was unable to take half a breath before the first thing pounced on Lorcan, another one coming on him soon after. Luckily, the two men were prepared.

The creatures, Rowan took note, were nearly seven feet tall in height and looked to be little more than decomposing corpses. The stank of burnt and rotting flesh and had no facial features save for a hole which loosely resembled a mouth except for the two tongues and four rows of razor sharp teeth that dripped a slimy, clear liquid. When its hand swiped at the Fae warrior, he noticed that it had five inch long talons, covered in the same substance that dripped from the demon’s mouth. 

They both moved like the wind, silent and quick and lithely. 

Rowan heard a ghastly shriek behind him and as he did not have time to look, prayed to the gods that the sound had come from the demon and not from Lorcan.

“Little Fae warrior.”

Rowan knew immediately that the thing was speaking to him, though not verbally. He could hear it only in his head. The filthy creature’s voice sounded like nails being run across glass. 

“We know who you work for and we know what you have done. Your actions will not go unpunished.”

What was it talking about?

As if the thing read his mind—and it was quite possible it could—it spoke again, “I have not yet had the pleasure of having Fae blood. But I hear it is just like the best of wines…it only gets better with age.”

Rowan’s blade slashed out, catching the demon off guard and in a few moments he had cut off both its hands. Another shriek, and this time Rowan knew what the source was. He heard a thud behind him and moments later, Lorcan was by his side, hair sticking to his forehead and sweat dripping down his neck and face, into his eyebrows.

“He will kill all you love. He will find her, Fae Prince. And once he does, there will be nothing you can possibly do to save her…”

With a growl that was entirely not human, both of Rowan’s swords swung; one sliced off the head of the demon, the other, its torso in half.

Eyes closed, Rowan dropped to his knees. His lungs could not get enough air, burning as he heaved.

He knew. He knew exactly whom the demon was referring to. That girl, whoever she was. 

How it knew who she was, Rowan was certain he would never find out. Even more peculiar was the emotions running rampant through him. He could not explain it. He did not even know this woman and yet…

And yet…

The thought of losing her was unbearable. It left him with a physical ache in his chest. He felt a sudden urgency to find her, to be by her side and protect her. But that was impossible.

Because Rowan hadn’t the slightest clue who she was.

And he hadn’t the slightest idea where she could possibly be.

~End of Part 5~