The Compound, Birmingham by BPN Architects | Photography by Tom Bird | BPN transformed the former textile factory into a multi-functional art venue and creative workspace, as well as the private residence of the client, who is an artist and modern art collector
I’ve finally gotten to a point in my life where I have become fed up with people making light of human rights issues, and I’ve started speaking up to family, friends, or whoever. Usually I’m dismissed or otherwise condescended to, which kind of sets me off, I’ve found.
Anyway, the point is I think I just ended a friendship by calling a guy making fun of #metoo a “mooch”, an “insufferable fucking misogynist simpleton”, and my personal favorite, a “walking two-dimensional Randian stereotype”.
i have so much hw i hope y'all realize how much i love you
i’m giving up my grades for this
jk apes is hard to handle i can’t focus i have the worst attention span in the world
anyway i’ve said it like twenty times but tae is gonna be a ghost in this au!!
mostly bcuz in scooby doo and the ghoul school,,, the ghost in there is so !! cute and bubbly and screams tae and i needed to pay homage to my queen
i really like that i can do backstories in this au so let’s get going!
the year is long ago in korea
things are about to get sad
things are hard for taehyung
korea is experiencing an industrial revolution which means people are getting off the farms and into the factories
taehyung has his own farm, which he inherited from his parents before they passed on
but a terrible drought has totally destroyed his crop and winter was harsh and he hardly had enough food to survive
he had to take three weeks of fasting to find himself tbh because he was that low on food
so when he hears about jobs in the city, he doesn’t really need to think twice about packing up and leaving
he knows that how he’s currently living won’t be enough to keep him alive, and so he decides he’s gonna take his chances with the factories
the government has really cracked up the factories to be something amazing too, like a really positive environment where people get paid well and treated fairly and everyone is chipper and happy and wonderful!
so taehyung packs up his things and he starts off down the long road to the city
country taetae has never been to the city before and he’s absolutely amazed at how big everything is!
there are so many people like they seriously like ram into him and nearly knock him to his bum but he doesn’t care at all because he’s so overwhelmed by all of them!
and the sights and smells too! like there’s food he’s never tasted and he wants to try it all because it smells so good and it makes his mouth water
tbh he ends up stealing some off a food cart because he’s so hungry and it smells so good
but he’s a little ! because there’s so much smog and garbage and it’s really a suffocating environment
tae is still pretty young for factory standards which means that damn a lot of factories want him
he’s tall, agile, sharp minded
he learns fast and it’s made obvious because he adapts to city life in a matter of days, picking up the slang, and the mannerisms of city goers
he knows how to act to and that’s how he lands himself a job actually
he shows up to a textile factory one day and it’s a lot of women but he doesn’t care, he needs a job and he needs a job fast
and so he goes into the interview and he draws his holey jacket close to his shoulders and he adjusts the cap on his head and he starts the dramatics up pretty quickly
he sits down in the chair and sighs loudly and the head of the factory is like why should we hire you
taehyung sniffles and takes the cap off his head “sir, you see, it’s my wife back in the countryside. she’s fallen extremely ill sir and i needed the money so we can get her to a doctor-”
he chokes on a sob and he sees the the interviewer dab at his eyes with a handkerchief and taehyung knows that he’s got the job
except the day he starts to work he really wishes that he didn’t
factories are god awful taehyung realizes
the second day he’s there, somebody gets their fingers caught in the machinery and it causes a mass panic
he works over twelve hours a day, in the dark, in the cold, in the dirt
his job specifically is working with the sewing machines because he’s nimble, long fingers, and he has a keen eye for detail
he works with a lot of older ladies and they all absolutely adore him they basically have adopted him as their own child
but things aren’t good for taehyung
he’s used to the fresh country air and light and the factory is bad bad bad bad
like his vision starts to go in and out and sometimes he gets serious migraines whenever he steps into the sunlight
and whenever he goes to the dingy apartment he shares with like ten other people he immediately collapses on the floor because he has no energy to do anything but sleep anymore
he thought that he would at least be better off food wise but he’s lost so much weight that he can see his bones whenever he looks in the mirror
things get worse when one day he’s working on a blouse and he starts to cough up blood everywhere
the aunties try to cover it up but the overseer comes and gives him a long talking to and a nasty bruise on the cheek
but taehyung is making money and even if it’s not a lot of money he’s still making it and he hopes that he will be able to maybe one day he can start a family and have his own house and-
but then it happens
the factory that taehyung works at does not follow any sort of safety precautions
they leave unused scraps of cloth lying in the corner of the room
and that’s where the trouble starts
yah he likes to smoke
and one day he disposed his cigarette on the floor, because what’s the harm right?
he doesn’t fully extinguish the flame and it catches on those unused scrap piles
taehyung is sitting on lunch break when he smells the smoke
he races to the back room and half it is eaten away by flames
he gags and sputters and he runs back into the main room and screams “fire!”
everyone goes into a mass panic because there’s so much cloth and so much wood and dust that the fire spreads faster than anything taehyung has ever seen
but he can’t save himself, not when there’s women and children around
he starts with the younger kids who shouldn’t even be in there in the first place and he ushers them all outside
when he goes back in to get some of the older ladies out, the smoke is so thick he can’t see anything at all
he hears them calling out though and he manages to push through the pain in his lungs and the tears streaming down his face to get them outside
third trip he doesn’t know who’s still left but he goes back in
everything is black
the fire is so close it scorches his face and causes him to sob
he can’t breathe the smoke is so thick
he calls out for anyone but all he can hear is the crackling of wood as beams fall around him
he collapses to the ground, eyes shutting slowly
the next day, the report is issued across the news
“LOCAL FIRE FACTORY: FORTY NINE INJURED, THIRTEEN DEAD, ONE UNACCOUNTED FOR”
taehyung wakes god only knows how much later, feeling a light headed
he feels light entirely
and that’s when he realizes, my dear readers, that he is no longer living
he wriggles his fingers
wriggles his toes
blinks a few times
he’s unnaturally blue and unnaturally see through
oh, and is he floating?
taehyung, as a spirit, is connected to the factory by spirit laws but since that places burn down he’s free to wander until he finds a place where he connects to
and that’s where you come in
taehyung woke up much after the accident and since his body was never found he immediately became a ghost
but the poor thing needs a place to stay and by accident, he stumbled across your house
he was tired of wandering aimlessly and you had a puppy in your house and that first peaked tae’s interest
you were playing music he liked and the whole place smelled like cookies
it’s a warm apartment, cozy, just you inside
you’re always at school so tae decides that it won’t be that big of an issue if he just stays for like, ever
you don’t notice him for a while
your slippers can never be found in the morning, but hey, maybe the puppy took them!
and the water runs sometimes, but you assume that you probably just left it on, right?
and so what if the tv is on when you get home, maybe you left it on and just forgot about it!!
well my friends, you are wrong
okay you are very wrong
he doesn’t think you mind because you never seem to comment on it but soon he gets kinda attached to you
whenever you try to skip breakfast, he opens the fridge door to give you a friendly reminder
and whenever you’re sleeping past your alarm, he’ll yank the covers off of you
he can go completely invisible, and that’s what he’s been doing for the most part but he wonder if he should reveal himself to you sooner or later
he does by mistake one day
you have a little keyboard in your house, you know the electronic ones that beginning piano students use?
you got it for sale really cheap at a garage sale and although you aren’t the most talented you still like to play it from time to time
so does taehyung yikes
whenever you aren’t home he’ll sit down and play whatever comes to mind, and he isn’t half bad either
your dog likes to sit there and listen to him play and bark along
one day your classes end early and you come home to hear piano music playing
you slowly open the door and see the keys moving up and down, same with the fake foot pedal you had to plug into the keyboard, but there is nobody in sight
you do what any normal person would do in that situation and you scream bloody murder
the piano playing comes to an abrupt halt
taehyung slowly comes into view and you can tell that it’s a young man but you can also tell that man probably isn’t the best word
he stares at you and then starts to stammer and as soon as he appeared, he vanishes
you can tell he’s moving though because he knocks down the coffee table in the process, can’t blame those long limbs
you run to try and follow after him
“hey wait a second i don’t wanna hurt you!”
slowly, he appears, and he’s standing in front of the kitchen sink, wincing
“it’s okay!” you smile slightly “I guess you’re the one who’s been moving everything around yah?”
he gives a quick nod and at first you guess he can’t speak but then he says “god im sorry, really, i wont do it again”
and you’re shook because he has such a puppy face but his voice is so deep and masculine and wowow that’s nice
“no it’s okay, i’ve been meaning to renovate for a while. say, what’s your name?”
and so he tells you his story, about the farm, the factory, they way his fate ended up playing out
of course you feel bad for him, how could you not? the poor baby is all alone in the world!!
so ofc you’re like yah you can stay with me for as long as you need but can you maybe stay in kinda human form??
so he does
at first it takes some getting used to because he’s there but he also isn’t there like one time you made this god awful pun and he laughed so hard that he threw his head back and it just kinda went through the wall
funny thing is though, whenever you go to reach out for him, it’s like you make actual contact with him like you don’t go through him like you can actually hold his hand when you two are watching scary movies
your dog absolutely loves him and that’s how you know he’s a good spirit, because your dog will not leave his side
tae feels bad for imposing so he tries to help around the house but when he tries to hold the pot of spaghetti it goes through his hands
or when he tries to mop he presses to hard down on the floor yah to try and remove the dust that he ends up falling through the floor
he still tries though and more than anything he becomes your personal companion!
like he stays up with you when you have lots of homework to do
he makes sure that you go to bed on time
he tells you scary stories when you’re bored too
he loves playing the piano for you too!
he says these are the greatest hits in the graveyard and then plays stuff like spooky scary skeletons he’s a hot mess
but something starts to go wrong
you wake up one morning and tae is not hovering over your bed like he usually does, he’s laying there, like actually laying
you scream and then he screams and bolts up and successfully manages to fall through the floor
when he floats back up he’s staring at you with the most wth look on his face
“tae you were actually laying there!?”
he laughs “yah so?”
and then he thinks about it and his eyes go wide and he holds his arms up and they aren’t as blue as they used to be
you guys need an intervention
you guys need seokjin
you two rush over to the witch’s house and you’re like hello emergency
seokjin spins to face you two and he rolls his eyes and tsks “i have customers you know”
“BUT I HAVE COLOR AGAIN” tae wails
“so?” seojin turns on his heel to grab a tea “it happens sometimes. the love of a human is enough to bring a spirit back to the mortal world”
seokjin glances at you accusingly
you go bright red and shake your head and start to stammer
meanwhile taehyung is staring at you with the most innocent of smiles and he is beaming like actual beaming
“wait you LOVE me”
“w-well i wouldn't’ say th-that”
seokjin rolls his eyes again “okay we get it, you two wanna make out or whatever, get out of my shop, you’re scaring the customers”
things are a bit different back home after this
tae is always winking at you for everything
and also somehow manages to fall through the walls at the most inconvenient of times???
“oh wait you’re about to change sorry didn’t realize”
“whoa there’s a bubble bath, no fair, i wanna come in!!”
and he physically starts to change
like one day you cut your finger while trying to cook dinner and you start to tear up and tae rushes over and thumbs the tear from your eyes
and you pause and take his hand in your and murmur “tae you have heat now”
but some things aren’t so cute
like the day his legs don’t wanna go ghost anymore and he gets stuck in the wall and you have to call over seokjin and yoongi to try and break him out
that day was filled with tears and curses and lots of laughs too
“GOD DANG IT TAEHYUNG, I TOLD YOU TO STOP TRYING TO SPY ON ME”
“BUT YOU KNOW THAT YOUR SINGING INTO THE HAIRBRUSH IS MY FAVORITE!!”
seokjin and yoongi were gagging the entire time
but one day you wake up and he’s not in bed beside you
like sure sometimes he’ll be hovering around or kinda drifting but he’s never not there? that’s not part of his usual routine?
you immediately panic and you race out of bed, your hair a mess, drool all over your face, your pajamas wrinkled
you get caught up in your blanket and trip but you push yourself up because where is he?!
what if something bad happened to him like god was finally like enough time to get off of earth you’ve had your time?
what if he was suddenly, somehow disconnected from your house, from you?!
you call out his name and search around the house but he isn’t anywhere to be found, not in the bathroom, or the kitchen, or the spare bedroom either
you don’t know what to do so you slump down on the floor and hug your knees to your chest because you can’t imagine your life without him no matter how strange and unusual it was
it’s like a part of your soul has been taken away and you don’t know what to do about that and so you lay there and you sob and you curse the world for being so cruel because just when everything seemed to be going alright, it all goes downhill
“i do love you!” you sob “i was lying when i told seokjin i didn’t!I love you kim taehyung and now it’s too late and i’ve lost you!!”
and you’re so busy crying that you don’t realize that taehyung has slipped in, through the front door, your dog trotting in front of him happily
he gives you a really confused look and leans down beside you and shakes your shoulders and when you keep crying he sighs and picks you up like you’re a small child or something
“did you stub your toe or something again?”
you stop crying and blink, and then look up, because standing there is taehyung, in the living flesh, amused smile on his lips
“i… i thought you were gone!” you cry, but you start to laugh, because he’s here, and he’s human, and what could be more perfect and-
“well our baby had to go to the bathroom so i thought i would take him out so you could sleep in a little bit more?” he tries
but he’s distracted because you’re so close and he’s so real and things are so perfect
and so he leans down and kisses your lips and he’s so soft and gentle, and maybe even a little scared but that’s okay because you are too
he pulls away and he’s so red and it’s so beautiful compared to that somber blue he used to be
“i uh…” he puts his hand on the back of his neck “I kinda wanted to do that for a while now…”
(Warning: some violence. To be honest, I wrote a term paper about The Hunger Games, so I know way too much about that whole world not to do this. Enjoy, cutie pies!)
Imagine sweet, camera-ready Bim dazzling the Capital with
his bright personality. He gets plenty of sponsors, but when it comes to the
games itself, he’s terrified. Growing up in District 11 where the most he’s
done is help his mom raise a little garden and climb trees in the orchards, he
isn’t prepared to fight. Instead, he does what he knows how, forages for roots
and berries that won’t kill him, but when the numbers whittle down further and
further, he can’t save himself when one of the bigger, stronger tributes finds
Imagine Doc, growing up helping his father care for those
injured in the textile factories of District 8. He’s seen his fair share of blood and gore as
a result, so he keeps his head about him when the opening gong sounds and the
bloodbath at the Cornucopia occurs. He’s skillful with knives, knowing the precise
places to stab or slice to take down another tribute with as little effort as
possible. Doc gives the careers a run for their money, but in the end, a pack
of mutts take him down.
Imagine Google from District 3. He knows more about the
technology of the Hunger Games than anyone, maybe even the Gamemakers
themselves. He hacked the Capital when he was fourteen, and he has a serious
theory that it’s what got him put in the Games in the first place. Of course,
he can’t prove it. He hasn’t given up, however, and he presents himself to the
Capital’s citizens as a ruthless, emotionless killer. In the arena, he lives up
to it, and when he emerges victorious, he thinks that his days of slumming in
his District are over. But the Capital has ways of making even the Victors pay.
Imagine Silver, a rebel from 6, who refuses to kill anyone.
He doesn’t try to get sponsors, doesn’t try to impress the Gamemakers, nothing.
When he gets into the arena, he disappears into the decimated city where the
arena is located and tries his best to stay away from any action. He only
appears when another tribute is in need, swooping in to save them before
disappearing again. Eventually the Gamermakers tire of it, and they let a bunch
of Careers corner him. It makes for quite a show.
Imagine Host, eyes torn out by Peacekeepers when he was only
fifteen, and now, he’s been chosen to participate in the Games. He’s certain he’s
going to die, but he refuses to go down without a fight. The sponsors think
nothing of him, an unfortunate child from 12 who won’t last long in the arena, but when
he gets his chance in front of the Gamemakers, he comes out with a ten. No one
knows how. In the arena, he proves himself to be excellent with a bow and
arrow, working with his hearing alone. He makes it all the way to the end but
dies as a result of injuries from a fight early in the Games.
Imagine Ed Edgar, a Career from 2 who proves himself to be quite
deadly with an ax. He’s strong and knows how to live off the land. He’s not the
favorite of the sponsors, however, who prefer their tributes to be a little
less abrasive, but his excitement to get into the arena earns him enough sponsorship
to survive. As a Victor, he becomes a businessman in the Capital, earning a
fortune before he retires to train new Careers for the Games.
Imagine Wilford Warfstache, the Capital’s darling from
District 1. He’s extremely popular among sponsors, but he isn’t a Career. No
one is sure what to expect from him once he gets into the arena, especially after
scoring a measly four in front of the Gamemakers. All the other tributes think
that he’s just a pretty face that won’t last long once the real action starts,
but once he manages to grab a pair of knives at the Cornucopia, it’s an
absolute massacre, worse than any the Gamemakers have ever seen before, leaving
only four others aside from himself still alive. Wilford is the fastest winning
Victor in the history of the Games.
Imagine Dark charming all the sponsors, all the citizens of
the Capital, even the other tributes. He selects for himself the best of the
best, keeping well away from the tributes he knows will immediately stab him in
the back. At the Cornucopia, he and his team take the best pickings, stealing
away to a safe place where he sends out his team members to wipe out other
tributes, keeping his own hands clean. When time starts to wind down and the numbers are growing smaller,
Dark disappears. Alone, he manages to take out the remaining tributes with
terrifying speed. Even as Victor, he remains a favorite of the Capital and
lives in luxury for the rest of his days.
Request: Would love a John Wick smut! He is working as an assassin and gets into a relationship with another female assassin who is just as deadly and beautiful. When they get mad at each other they fight intensely, but after a fight with each other their adrenaline is high and they need to release all that pent up anger in the bedroom.
The Hospital de los Venerables (Hospital of the Venerable Priests, popularly known as the ‘Hospital of the Venerable’) of Seville, Spain,
is a baroque 17th-century building which served as a residence for
priests. It currently houses the Velázquez Center, dedicated to the
famous painter Diego Velázquez. It is located in the Plaza de los Venerables, in the center of the Barrio de Santa Cruz and close to the Murillo Gardens . the Seville Cathedral and Alcázar. In 1627, the Brotherhood of Silence (Sevilla) decided to provide for
elderly, poor and disabled priests. They rented a house where the
priests were given shelter and assistance. In 1673, the brotherhood
decided to build a new shelter for the same purpose; this was the
Hospital de los Venerables.The hospital was founded by Canon Justino de Neve (es)
in 1675, to be the residence of the venerable priests. Construction
began that year, under the direction of the architect Juan Domínguez. In
1687, the project was taken over by the architect Leonardo de Figueroa who completed the building in 1697. The church was built in 1689, and is dedicated to San Fernando.
The hospital was funded by the brotherhood, charity and the monarchy
until 1805 when the it could no longer be adequately supported.In 1840, the hospital became a textile factory and the former
residents were moved to the Charity Hospital. Complaints from the
brotherhood led to a Royal Order in 1848, which returned their property
and allowed the priests to return to their old home. The Plaza de the
Venerables has been named after the priests since 1868.
En 1908, 40.000 costureras industriales de grandes factorías se declararon en huelga demandando el derecho de unirse a los sindicatos por mejores salarios, una jornada de trabajo menos larga, entrenamiento vocacional y el rechazo al trabajo infantil.
Durante esa huelga, 129 trabajadoras murieron quemadas en un incendio en la fábrica Cotton Textile Factory, en Washington Square, Nueva York. Los dueños de la fábrica habían encerrado a las trabajadoras para forzarlas a permanecer en el trabajo y no unirse a la huelga. El 8 de marzo es día de conmemorar y no de festejar.
Request from anon: Can you write an imagine where the reader is basically the female version of Ciel (eye patch, fiancé, demon butler, etc) and is The Queen’s Eye In The Sky (she basically takes care of things that slip past the underground aka Ciel’s territory) and Ciel gets intrigued because 1. They’re the same age and her company’s as successful as his. 2. He thinks he spots another pawn to play, but is actually the other player. Lady Elizabeth meets y/n’s fiancé, and Y/N’s fiancé and Lizzy fall for each other and get engaged. People then started talking about how cute Ciel and Y/N would be as a couple, and how powerful a business they’d make if they were to marry. The queen hears about this and forces them to be each other’s betrothed (because these two separately were deadly enough, what’d happen if the guard dog and eye in the sky marry?) and y/n now stays at the Phantomhive Manor and even though they promised strictly business Ciel falls for her anyway and vice versa?
A/N: I wrote this with the idea that Ciel and the reader were around 18 years of age.
“Hmm. What a shame. I thought that the Queen’s mighty Guard Dog would have wrapped this case up by now. Oh well. Hannah, fetch me all the information you can regarding the previous murders. I want to solve this case quickly.”
Strolling through the crime scene, you took in the gory scene of the beaten and bloodied young couple before you.
“Isn’t this a bit of an odd place for a woman of such delicate sensibilities? May I escort you away from this gruesome scene, miss?”
You whipped your head around to see a tall, pale butler with midnight black hair smiling politely down at you, extending his hand in your direction.
Beside him you found a young man, about your age, with blue-black hair and a bright, shining azure eye. The other eye was hidden away beneath a black leather eyepatch and his clothing quite obviously indicated his status as a noble.
“Well, well. Ciel Phantomhive in the flesh? Must be my lucky day.”
A smirk crept across your lips as you kept your eye on him, narrowing your gaze as if to size him up before turning your attention back to the butler.
“You must be Sebastian. Thank you, but I am quite all right where I am. I assure you I disbanded any ‘delicate sensibilities’ I had long ago. Pleasure to make your acquaintance though.”
Curtsying politely, you couldn’t help but hid the amusement in your smile as the pair of them stared at you in a mild state of shock.
“What? You don’t realize who I am?”
A playful giggle escaped your throat ad you stepped closer to the two of them.
“No. Should I?”
Ciel’s tone was as icy cool as the glower he shot in your direction, but it wasn’t nearly enough to wipe the grin from your face.
“Are you certain you don’t know me? Because I’m willing to bet my entire, rather embarrassingly large, fortune that nearly every piece of clothing you’re wearing has my name on it.”
Wearing a proud smirk upon your face, you studied Ciel’s face carefully, watching his expression evolve into one of surprise and then flash with anger. Quickly, he opened up his coat, looking inside to read the label.
“(Y/L/N)? (Y/N)(Y/L/N)? You’re the owner of nearly all the textile factories in England?”
“Yes, all but a few mom-and-pop shops, but not for long. Don’t seem so surprised. What? Were you expecting someone a bit older? More haggish-looking? I may be young, but you’ve more than proven that even us young adults can run a succesful business, haven’t you?”
“What are you playing at? I have no time for games. Why are you here? I believe I have this situation handled.”
“I believe you don’t. Why else would the Queen place me on the case? I get what you can’t handle and then some. You can run off to your next mystery, Sherlock. I have this one under control.”
His glower shifted into a blatant glare as he fiddled with the top of his walking stick, balling his fist around it as he twitched with palpable annoyance. You couldn’t deny it amused you to rile him up; it was so easy.
“Master, shall we find the detectives from Scotland Yard? Perhaps we can gather some new information about the case.”
Sebastian peered down at Ciel, no doubt trying to quell his rage by changing the subject.
“Yes. You go on ahead and do that, Sebastian. That’s an order. I want to have a chat with Lady (Y/N).”
Never taking his eye off you, Ciel took a few slow steps forward as Sebastian bowed before him.
“Yes, my lord.”
As he practically dashed off, the silence settled between you and the young earl. Neither of you wanting to break the tension. You simply sized one another up, each of your singular eye’s locked in the others respective gaze.
“I know who you are, Ciel. I know what he is too.”
“Takes one to know one. What did you sell your soul for? This clothing line? Pathetic. What business have you here? Leave this matter to the Phantomhives.”
“It has been left to you for weeks now; the Queen is impatient, so she called me. The Eye in the Sky. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? And as for my demonic transaction, that’s none of your business, nor will it ever be.”
“You’re a daring one, aren’t you? Good thing my butler and I both make a habit of breaking spirits.”
Ciel’s smirked as he casually walked through the crime scene, scanning over the carnage.
“Daring? Perhaps. I prefer the word confident.”
Striding past him, the back of your fingers brushed against the pockets of his coat as you winked in his direction, boasting a proud smirk on your lips.
Hi MMFD fandom, how’s it going? Anyone home? ;) I’ve been sitting on this one for ages and ages, thinking I’d write more parts, then I suddenly asked myself - why? Just post what you got. so here you go.
Much much thanks and love to the bestest beta of all time - @madfatty and to my dear @how-ardently for the constant encouragement. If I write at all, it’s because of you two.
Story titles are from lyrics by R.E.M and Imagine Dragons.
“She’d spent the majority of her life feeling huge and cumbersome. Always awkward, never graceful. And look at her now, she’s practically athletic. And all it took was the end of the world.” This is story 1 of 2 in an extreme AU reality where things went horribly wrong after Finn went to Leeds…
It’s the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)
Part 1 - “I’m Waking Up to Ash and Dust”
Rae Earl is running.
Down the street and through a broken fence, into the yard of the former textile factory, zigging and zagging between the fallen beams and rubble. Behind her she can hear them shouting to each other, arguing, trying to figure out which way she’d turned.
She’s good at running. Also climbing, and leaping. She tightens her grip on the two backpacks on her back, and jumps over a fallen piece of wall. Two steps and she finds a sunken hole behind some bricks, a dark spot, hidden from view. She crouches down and waits, trying to control her breathing. Her cheek feels like it’s on fire. It’s already swelling up, and will probably turn purple soon. Fucker took a serious swing at her face while trying to snatch her bags.
Despite the pain in her cheek and the uncomfortable position behind the rubble, Rae is quiet and still. She’s good at stealth and is an excellent hider as well.
The irony is not lost on her. She’d spent the majority of her life feeling huge and cumbersome. Always awkward, never graceful. And look at her now, she’s practically athletic. And all it took was the end of the world.
Un 5 de marzo de 1908, Nueva York fue escenario de una huelga polémica. Un grupo de mujeres reclamaba la igualdad salarial, la disminución de la jornada laboral a 10 horas, y un tiempo para poder dar el pecho a sus hijos. Otras versiones señalan que no existen pruebas documentales y lo que sí tuvo lugar fue el 8 de marzo de 1857 una marcha de costureras de la compañía Lower East Side que reclamaban una jornada laboral de diez horas.
La historia y la más difundida es la que señala que unas 40 mil costureras industriales se declararon en huelga. Durante la misma, 129 trabajadoras murieron quemadas en la fábrica Cotton Textile Factory, en Washington Square, Nueva York.
Los dueños de la fábrica habían encerrado a las trabajadoras para forzarlas a permanecer en el trabajo y no unirse a la huelga, en un incendio que se atribuyó al dueño de la fábrica como respuesta a la misma.
Diez años después, en 1867, también en el mes de marzo, tuvo lugar una huelga de planchadoras de cuellos de la ciudad de Troy, y la formación de un sindicato; pero la historia del 8 de marzo está cruzada por situaciones y hechos que muestran un escenario más complejo y rico en acontecimientos marcados por la Primera Guerra Mundial, la revolución rusa, la lucha por el sufragio femenino, las pugnas entre socialistas y sufragistas, y el creciente auge del sindicalismo femenino durante las primeras décadas del siglo XX.
En 1910, durante la Segunda Conferencia Internacional de Mujeres Trabajadoras celebrada en Copenhague (Dinamarca) más de 100 mujeres aprobaron declarar el 8 de marzo como Día Internacional de la Mujer Trabajadora.
En 1975, la Asamblea General de las Naciones Unidas estableció el 8 de marzo como el Día Internacional de la Mujer.