treaty lands

If you ever feel bad about your job performance remember that for all 8 years of his presidency George Washington had to write his constitutional responsibilities on the palm of his hand and frequently checked it during cabinet meetings.

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Much of the world watched as the events in Standing Rock, ND unfolded. Many posted in protest of the pipeline drilled through sacred treaty protected land belonging to the Natives, some even gave their physical presence to the cause, subjecting themselves to the frigid cold, mistreatment from police officers; tear gas, rubber bullets, and imprisonment. One beautiful thing about Standing Rock was the community there, if dapl had a bright side, it’s that it brought more like-minded people together to connect over a common cause. I met a guy on my flight to ND who had actually been adopted into a Lakota family, Standing Rock gave him more than just friends, he felt at home on the reservation like he never had before. When I first arrived, it was the beginning of the end of this community. There seemed to be this confusion combined with sadness, many seemed to have found a home at Standing Rock like my friend Jahnny, but what now? Regardless of it being the end of the line for many here, I was still invited in without hesitation, given food and drink, asked my purpose for coming to Standing Rock. Everyone that showed up here, had a reason for being here, and everyone took care of everyone. At one point during the evacuation, I was running from police over Lake Oahe, I fell through ice and got completely drenched head to toe in ice cold water. In a state of shock, not fully realizing the urgency of my situation, someone grabbed me and said, “we need to get you to the med tent, NOW!” A few people stripped off my clothes, gave me a space blanket and threw me on a quad that sped me to a warm tent where I was given tea and warm clothes. I felt safe and a part of this family just for showing up and standing up for what I believed was right. 

Tomorrow at 2pm the police will move in on Oceti camp to forcibly remove water protectors from the treaty land that has been home to thousands over the past few months and rightfully belongs to the people of the Standing Rock Nation.

I know the courage and the resolve of the water protectors. I honor the community and the prayers. I sense the anticipation and the support. Faith, determination and bravery are burning in hearts like the fires that keep people warm this last night around camp.

Whatever happens, we continue to move forward. We continue to stand to defend the sacred. We continue to support one another as a community.

We each have our purpose and while it is heart wrenching for me to not be there, I must trust in my guides to lead me to be where I am supposed to be to serve in the best way.

This movement has inspired all of us to step up and speak out. For everyone on the ground, you are warriors, thank you. For everyone dressed in uniforms; you can make a different choice.

Thank you to everyone who helped clean up Oceti. Thank you to everyone who has braved the winter. Thank you to everyone who has continued to support. Thank you Standing Rock.

Mni Wiconi
Lolly Bee

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I have this terrible friend (the same one who got me into pjo) who bought me the first ranger’s apprentice book bc I never read it when I was younger and I hate her

I’m up to Icebound land and erak fucked up and now will is a drugged up and dying slave and this is my first ra fan art apparently 

I stand with Standing Rock. At 2pm today the Standing rock camps will be raided by militarized police insisting on evacuation. This will be calling peaceful natives and protestors off their treaty land and puts them all at risk of arrest and police brutality. They are requesting that everyone prays for the water protectors. In the hours leading up you can call the Standing Rock B.I.A. office (701-854-3433) and the US Army Corp of Engineers HQ (202-761-0010). State where you are from, ask about their Organizations’ participation in the No Dakota Access Pipeline Camp Raids and demand that no one will be injured or wrongfully arrested. Do not sit back and watch!

The Right Path: Old Friends

@mayathepsychicc : you should actually write a story for the loki headcannon where he meets a black queen  from another realm and gets his shit together im living for that     

She sat on her throne staring at the man in front of her with a look of cold indifference, “Loki of…Asgard?” she questioned. He face was vaguely annoyed.

“Previously yes, but I am a frost giant of Jotunheim.”

“Right…why are you here?” she demanded, resting her chin on her palm as she sat, relaxed on her throne.

“We were once friends, I thought one friend to another, I could do you a favor.”

“Do me a favor?” she smirked, but the amusement didn’t make it to her eyes. Her dark eyes continued to gaze upon him indifferently.

“You need a king in order to-”

Her uproarious laughter cut off his statement. She held her stomach as she laughed. The sound echoed through the empty hall. Loki clenched his jaw as he watched her.

“What would make you think a silly thing like that, Loki?”

“The ancient rule of your people,” he answered with an indignant quirk of his eyebrow.

“You know what’s so great about being queen? I can change that.”

“How will you change it when your advisors already have plans to dethrone you?”

She gritted her teeth, obviously unhappy that he knew so much about her current politics.

“I’d sooner marry one of my own people. Why would I consider you?” she responded, all hints of mirth were absent from her face.

“Well I do not know about you, but I haven’t forgotten our the summer solstice you spent in Asgard and the current peace treaty in our land demands that you wed one of Odin’s sons” he smiled.

“Loki,” she said his name like it was a song as she stood. His eyes raked down her body as she did so, “I like you, I do. But Chaos has no place in my realm. You haven’t grown up since that summer. Furthermore, I am arranged to be married to another Asgardian to continue our treaty that maintains the peace between our realms.”

“Who is it?” Loki demanded.

“Do not worry yourself over it,” she touched his nose lightly. He noticed her eyes were sad as she told him of her fate to marry someone else. She turned to walk back to her throne.

“And what if I fight for your affections?” he took her hand before she was too far away. She turned back to him, a glimmer of something in her eyes, as if he had sparked something to life in her.

“Then you will have to gain my advisors’ approval…meaning your days of senseless mischief and chaos are behind you.”

“Then I will.”

“But why? As queen I still maintain all power. You gain nothing from this arrangement.” Her eyes narrowed as she tried to read his expression for his ulterior motive.

“Love?” he offered, smiling a little. She scowled at the word. His smile only grew at the sight of her disdain, for in the deepest pits of her eyes there was a glimmer of what he found to be hope, and he knew she’d give him the foot hole he needed to get what he wanted. Loki kissed her hand then bowed as she turned to sit back at her throne. She dismissed him with a careless wave of her hand.

The first thing on Loki’s agenda was to find out who Y/N’s betrothed was. It had to be Balder. He couldn’t imagine Thor agreeing to an arranged marriage, or Odin even asking him to. Balder was expendable, Odin wouldn’t think twice about using him as means to make a treaty. Loki decided it was time to catch up with his adoptive brother.

Loki first set his eyes on the queen of Luma, when she was but a princess, and Luma was a newly accepted land of the Bifrost. Her family dined with the Allfather, creating terms of their alliance. Luma is a beautiful place that’s known for it’s luminous wild life, architecture, and some of the most skilled engineers anyone has ever seen. Their people are fierce and strong, yet they prefer peace over conquest.  He remembered how her gown shone against her brown skin; he’d always remember the sight of her that first night. Loki had never seen a being more deserving of the title of Goddess than she. She had even dazzled Thor when they first met, though perhaps that wasn’t much of a feat. Princess Y/N was striking. Her hair was like a cloud of night framing her face and within it were jewels that made her look like the night sky sat atop her head. Shining jewels wrapped around her waist too, sitting on her hips that widen into curves he didn’t know he needed in his life until the day she walked into it. That summer solstice is when the treaty was made and when her parents promised her hand in marriage to a worthy son of Odin. That summer he assured he would always have a place among royalty.

The Queen of Luma sat in her chambers thinking of the whirlwind Loki had been when they were both young. He’d shown her all of the nine realms, and places only he knew about. They consummated their summer love affair in a realm of eternal night, where the stars stretched on forever. She still had the gift of his affection from that night, a stone that shimmered in the night, that hung from a chain around her neck. Then he was just the boy of mischief, all of his tricks were done in good fun, no one ever got hurt, in fact they brought smiles to people’s faces. For a long time it was an unspoken fact that she was going to marry Loki, but when he had Thor exiled all of that was changed. Even now she wasn’t sure the council would agree to her request to let him try for her hand after he waged war in Midgard. Perhaps they would remember how he fought valiantly among the Luman army when enemies attacked, or the countless hours of joy he brought their queen before he was so consumed in his own chaos.  The Queen knew Loki’s intention were likely impure, hell she expected him to have a plethora of tricks up his sleeve, but any ulterior motive he had could not rival her own motive.

She’d sooner die than marry someone she didn’t love all for the sake of some treaty because the Asgardians were scared of what their people could do to them in the event of a battle. Her people were stronger, faster, and smarter and Odin knew it. He was just looking for more warriors. Her betrothed was kind though, and given time she might grow to tolerate him as a husband, but he didn’t even care for the bond of marriage, not with her. They were great friends though. She had already began a plan for life with her betrothed. A secretly open marriage seemed like a great compromise. He could be with his true love, she could find hers and they could stay married for the treaty and the ceremonial purposes. That would be fine if all things were a secret. The thought of this grand plan made her groan. This was hardly a way for a queen to act. Sneaking around was for common thieves, but here she was trying to find a way for her happiness to live in a marriage she didn’t want.

“My Queen,” a handmaiden called as she knocked on the queen’s chamber door.

“Yes?”

“The children are challenging you to another game.”

A smile spread across the queen’s face as she hurried to answer the challenge of the children of Luma. In all of this plotting and scheming the silver lining was her people, and the love they showed her. She wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. They’re why simply breaking the treaty is not an option. Y/N would not have her people take up their weapons to go to battle simply because she did not want to marry. It would be selfish folly.

Loki walked about the royal grove of Luma. It shone so brightly with vibrant blues and pinks, giving the atmosphere a hazy purple light. He remembered the first time he came to Luma. It was to visit the young princess of course. He chased her through the royal grove, her silken robes bellowing behind her like streaks of moonlight. He had smiled then, genuinely smiled. If he was going to settle for marriage then it should be with the last person who made him genuinely smile. He sat amongst the brilliant trees waiting for the queen’s betrothed to meet him. Upon realizing who it was he knew it wouldn’t be as easy as he’d hoped to win over the council. Thor walked through the grove, his skin a light purple with the glow of the plants around him. Loki always thought the Luman people looked better in this light, Asgardians just looked sickly.

“Brother! I never thought Odin would chose you to be married to the Luman queen,” Loki smiled.

“What are you doing here?” Thor frowned, his stance guarded. Loki smiled even wider at that.

“Visiting an old love, fighting for her hand in marriage.”

“It is too late for that, Loki. She must marry a son of Odin and you have made it clear that you loathe that title.”

“I might take it up again. If it suits.”

“Y/N is a kind person. She loves her people more than her own life. Lie down your wicked intentions, brother, if you care for her at all,” Thor pleaded.

“It is because I care that I must fight for her hand. Should I not fight for my love?”

“I would encourage your conquest, but if I knew nothing of your heart, Loki. It is not love that brings you here.”

“I disagree, love has brought me here. The memories of a summer of passion are still ripe in my mind. It was a happier time.”

“You were both merely children,” Thor sighed, “you knew nothing of responsibility and duty. It was a romance of convenience.”

“And what will your marriage be?” Loki rose an eyebrow.

“It will be a duty fulfilled to both of our peoples.”

“Do you think she will learn to love you, and you her?”

“I find her companionship rewarding as it is now,” Thor answered.

“A marriage between cordial friends?” Loki laughed, his tone incredulous, “and what will you consummate your marriage and produce a child from the sheer power of friendship alone?”

“I will do what is best for Asgard, as she will do what is best for Luma.”

“Pity. The two of you settling for one another. What about your Jane?”

“Do not speak of these things and go quietly in to what ever void you skulked out of.”

“I won’t back down,” Loki warned, “you had better run to your woman in Midgard while you have the chance.”

“You will not force your treachery upon Y/N,” Thor growled stepping closer to Loki as if he could do something to stop him with his own hands.

“No treachery, brother, only love,” Loki patted his shoulder.

“I hesitate to fight with you now, for fear of the stress it would cause Y/N, but if you do anything hurt her I will not hesitate.”

“I’m relying on your brawn, brother,” Loki called back as he continued to walk away.

Y/N let the children win their game, so they could go back and say they beat their queen. They all hugged her as she said her goodbyes and sent them back to their parents. She watched them go with a wistful smile on her face. They were the future of this land, she had to be sure that they had the protection they needed to grow up. She was the mother of this land, sworn to care for it, and ensure its safety. As she reentered the palace her head advisory waited for her, with a cross look on her face.

“Lady Thea,” Y/N spoke with feigned fondness, “what is it that brings you in my presence?”

“Loki of Asgard has asked for permission to compete for your hand,” the woman spoke as if the words physically pained her to say.

“Really? On what grounds?” Y/N asked, she wondered how he twisted their arms to let him compete.

“Love,” Lady Thea lied. The Queen gave her a look of dissatisfaction, “Black mail,” Lady Thea told the truth this time.

“What are his terms?” Y/N asked.

“We let him take the ancient trials of true love with you, or he tells a fatal secret about you and your betrothed.”

“Let him compete,” The Queen shrugged. Chances are Loki knew nothing of the real secret. Y/N needed more time to change the terms for being queen. Her people were on her side, even if the council was not. In a few days, they would vote and she would no longer need a king to be recognized as queen.

“As you wish.” Lady Thea nodded and scuttled away. Queen Y/N made her way back to her chambers to bathe before dinner. Thor intercepted her path.

“Y/N, this is madness, you must banish Loki from your lands at once,” Thor spoke urgently.

“That is poor judgment on your part, Thor. It is imperative that we keep him right where we can see him. Evil people find evil things in dark places. I intend to keep him in the ever shining lights of Luma. The true love trials will put him under fine scrutiny. He will not pass them… but I need the time.”

“It will postpone our wedding…”

“Then the people will vote and you will have more time,” She looked him in his eyes trying to silently convey what that meant for him. He would have more time to be with Jane. He’d likely have until her death. Thor picked up her hand and kissed it.

“I will not allow any harm to come to you. I will be vigilant of Loki.”

“I know Thor,” she nodded, opening her arms to embrace him.

“We will find a way to face our long lives like this,” she promised.

“It is not a burden to marry you…if not for…”

“I know. It will ease the transition.”

Thor held her, placing a hand at the back of her head, careful not to displace the jewels in her hair. He could love her, Thor decided. When the time came he could do it, for they were great friends now. How hard could it be to find romance?

“Dinner is not long from now,” Y/N announced as she let him go, “I will see you there.”

“Until then,” Thor nodded.

Part 2

~Mod Lillian

It has come to my attention that I maaaaaaay have gone a little far with that last bit of sad meta.

Just a tad.

So in honour of @fireflyfish I would like to tell you all how the Clone Wars ended with Peace Kittens and Cupcakes and everyone lived happily ever after.

So first of all you need to understand that it is all Qui-Gon’s fault. Sure, he may have been incorporeal for over a decade but it still comes back to him. And his strays.

Keep reading

possiblycurly  asked:

Hi! My grandfather's mother was 3/4 Native American and his father was 1/4. Do I have enough Native American blood to claim the heritage and culture? I would very much love to embrace the culture, but don't want to offend anyone or act out of turn :)

I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again…

Please don’t send me asks like this, you guys.

Literally every 5 messages in my Tumblr Inbox are questions like this. Which is a large part of the reason I refuse to chat on here anymore with any of my followers, because everyone always seems to want something.

So I refuse to answer these questions. Besides, when I use to answer these questions, most of you didn’t like my answers. And on the rare occasions when I still do respond to questions like these that seem somewhat legit, people tend to find out it’s nothing more than passed down family “blood myths” which have been overly exaggerated through the generations. 

I don’t have time to guide each and everyone of you on your pretendian cultural identity crisis. 

Not trying to be mean. But it’s literally exhausting, and I don’t feel that I or any other actual Native people owe any of you anything. Research your ancestry. See where your supposed ancestors lived or were born. If you can trace them to tribal rolls/scrolls or being born on a rez, or treaty lands even, then I can provide you with some helpful information. But until you have that evidence, please don’t ask me these questions anymore, because 89.9% of the time, these “1/4th indian ancestors” you guys think you have, were really just white.. or on occasion they’re really ¼th African American.

Maybe it’s just me too, because of running this page for so many years, but I’ve become overly suspicious of anyone who wants to “claim” their “Native Identity or Heritage”… especially with no specific tribe or clan in mind… because I’m not sure exactly what they intend to do when they say “claim”. What does that even mean?

Especially when they just want to “claim the Native American culture”. You literally cannot do that. How could you “claim” over 500 different cultures??? Makes no sense.

Imagine you are the firstborn child of a king who had just finished the preparations on a peace treaty that the Asgardians had sent. You, being the firstborn child, get to choose one of the two Asgard royal children to take as your servant; your younger (and far more violent) sibling get to claim the other one. You choose Thor, knowing the bigger man’s childlike innocence would be shattered under the care of your sibling.

About a week after claiming Thor and settling him in, you find Loki hiding in your rooms beaten black and blue, nude, and looking like he’d seen a ghost. You also notice a strange contraption place around his neck, a sort of magic blocker that wouldn’t allow him to use any magic. You carefully remove the contraption and patch him up, only for Thor to walk in and become shocked by Loki’s beaten and bruised state.

You both find out what your sibling had been up to (a specific something far darker than training) and you make it your goal to send the Asgardian royalty home no matter what… Even if it means an arranged marriage between one of the brothers.

shadowsoundeffects13  asked:

Also (I'm aware I was here minutes ago) what are your opinions on president Franklin pierce?

Despite all the tragic things that befell Franklin Pierce, he is seen as one of the worst American Presidents in history and it seems to be for good reason. 

Franklin Pierce’s presidency began in tragedy. Weeks after his election, on January 6th, 1853, the President and his family had been traveling from Boston by train when their car derailed and rolled down an embankment near Andover, Massachusetts. Pierce and his wife Jane survived, but in the wreck found their only remaining son, eleven year old Benjamin was crushed to death and his body was nearly decapitated. Unable to hide the gruesome sight from either him or his wife, they both suffered severe depression afterward, which likely affected contributed to Pierce’s poor performance as president “You have summoned me in my weakness, you must sustain me by your strength.” he said in his Inaugural Address. Jane avoided social functions for much of her first two years as First Lady. 

When he took office, the country was experiencing a great era of economic prosperity and relative tranquility. For the time being, the Compromise of 1850 seemed to have resolved the various sectional conflicts–primarily over slavery–that had been dividing the country. At this point, the fourteen president of the United States was the youngest president to ever be inaugurated. Unlike all presidents before him he was the first to memorize his Oath of Office and the second not to affirm it on a Bible (John Quincy Adams was the first) he did it on a Law Book. He avoided the word “slavery” but alluded to his wish to bring that “important subject” to rest and maintain a peaceful union as threat of Civil War had been looming in the horizon back even in seventh president Andrew Jackson’s two term presidency. 

In his cabinet he attempted to bring figures from all stretches of American humanity. Much like fifth president James Monroe he tried to gather people who represented all parts of America. He decided to allow each of the parties factions some appointments, even those whom had not supported the Compromise of 1850 which was lowering fears. Pierce sought to represent all factions in government and federal positions yet could fully satisfy none of them. Party members found themselves unable to secure positions for their friends, which put the Democratic Party on edge and fueled bitterness between separate factions. Northern newspapers began accusing Pierce of filling his government with pro-slavery secessionists, while southern newspapers accused him of abolitionism. No matter what he did, he seemed to be struck. 

Pierce made mistakes by not communicating with his Vice-President, William R. King, which was not entirely his doing. By the start of their term, King was severely ill with tuberculosis and went out of the country to Cuba to attempt to recuperate. He died at his home a few days after returning one month into the presidency–the office of vice president would stay vacant for the rest of the term and Pierce was left without a second in command. With the death of the president’s only child and the death of his vice president hovering above the splintering partisan, it was not looking very positive. 

It was not that Pierce didn’t care or was unfit for the job. Pierce was up and at-em hoping to create a more efficient government than his recent predecessors. One of Pierce’s reforms was to expand the role of the United State Attorney General in appointing federal judges and attorneys, which was an important step in the eventual development of the Justice Department. On economic policy, Pierce charged his Treasury of Secretary with reforming the treasury department which was being managed unwell and Guthrie increased sight of Treasury employees and tariff collectors, many were withholding money from the government. Despite laws requiring funds to be held in the Treasury, large deposits remained in private banks with the Whig administrations. Guthrie reclaimed these funds and wished to prosecute corrupt officials, but with only mixed success. It was attempting to rid of brooding corruption. 

Secretary of War Jefferson Davis, at Pierce’s request led surveying missions for possibly transcontinental railroad routes, increasing train tracks. Davis employed the Army Corps of Engineers to supervise construction projects in the nation’s capital which included expanded the United States Capitol and the construction of the Washington Monument. 

The Pierce administration fell in line with the expansionist movement, and William L. Marcy lead the charge as Secretary of State. They re-negotiating provisions from the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo which required the US to prevent Native American raids into Mexico from New Mexico Territory. It was negotiated and a treaty with Mexican President was re-created in December of 1853. It included now southern Arizona and pieces of southern New Mexico. The treaty brought more land. 

Pierce’s presidency brought a new trade agreement with Britain after American fisherman began to feel assaulted by the increasing supervision by the U.K’s navy. The treaty was ratified in August 1854, which was seen as a first step towards the American annexation of Canada. Gaining control of Central America was another goal and the treaty of Clayton–Bulwer from 1850 was failing to keep Great Britain from expanding change. Minister to England Buchanan was not successful in getting the British to renounce their Central American possessions. Three U.S. diplomats in Europe drafted a proposal to the president to purchase Cuba from Spain but the publication of the Ostend Manifesto, drawn up by the Secretary of State, awoke scorn of northerners who saw it as an attempt to annex a slave-holding possession and bolster Southern interests.

Pierce favored reorganization of the military as well. The Secretary of War and the Navy Secretary found the Army and Navy in poor condition, with low forces, and a reluctance to gather new technology, and terrible management. Commodore Matthew C. Perry visited Japan  in an effort to expand trade. Perry signed a trade treaty with the Japanese which was successfully ratified. The 1856 launch of the USS Merrimac, one of six newly commissioned steam ships, was one of Pierce’s “most personally satisfying” days in office.

What Pierce is best known for ans associated with is Kansas–Nebraska Act and it was ultimately his downfall. The bill formally organized Kansas and Nebraska into territories, opening them to settlement and railroad building; it also repealed the ban on slavery in Kansas mandated by the Missouri Compromise in 1820, declaring that the citizens of each territory–not Congress–had the right to choose whether the territory would allow slavery. Pierce was hesitant of the bill, knowing it would result in bitter opposition from the North. He was convinced to support the bill regardless. It was greatly opposed and rallied public disagreement. Northerners remained mainly suspicious of the Pierce administration and what he was accomplishing. The Whigs split and the conflict destroyed them as a national party. The Kansas–Nebraska Act was passed in May 1854. The political turmoil that followed saw the short-term rise of two political parties and the founding of the Republican Party.

The passage of the act startled so much violence between groups that the territory became known as Bleeding Kansas. Free-Staters set up a government, and drafted the Topeka Constitution, which Pierce called an act of rebellion and sent federal troops to break up a meeting of the Topeka government. After the passage of the act coincided with the seizure of escaped slave Anthony Burns in Boston, Northeners were in his support which Pierce was determined to follow the Fugitive Slave Act to the letter, and dispatched federal troops to enforce Burns return.

At the end of his term, Pierce expected to be renominated by the Democrat party. In reality his chances of winning the nomination were slim, let alone re-election. The administration was widely disliked in the North for its position on the Kansas–Nebraska Act, and Democratic leaders were aware of Pierce’s electoral vulnerability. This loss marked the only time in U.S. history that an elected president who was an active candidate for reelection was not nominated for a second term. Pierce endorsed Buchanan, though the two remained distant; he hoped to resolve the Kansas situation by November to improve the Democrats’ chances in the general election. He installed John W. Geary as territorial governor, who got the pro-slavery legislators. Geary was able to restore order in Kansas, though the electoral damage had already been done—Republicans used “Bleeding Kansas”.

In his final message to Congress, delivered in December 1856, he attacked Republicans and abolitionists. He took the opportunity to defend himself on policy, and on achieving peaceful relations with other nations. The final days, Congress passed bills to increase pay of army officers and to build new naval vessels, also expanding the number of those enlisted. It also passed a tariff reduction bill he had long wanted. Pierce and his cabinet left office on March 4th, 1857, the only time in U.S. history that the original cabinet members all remained for a full four-year term

Franklin Pierce’s administration only furthered the process of the oncoming Civil War and led to far more bad than good. 

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No earthly church has ever blessed our union
No state has ever granted us permission
No family bond has ever made us two
No company has ever earned commission

No debt was paid no dowry to be gained
No treaty over border land or power
No semblance of the world outside remained
To stain the beauty of this nuptial hour

The secret marriage vow is never spoken
The secret marriage never can be broken

No flowers on the alter
No white veil in your hair
No maiden dress to alter
No bible oath to swear

The secret marriage vow is never spoken
The secret marriage never can be broken

(Listen here)

Anything with Tsuna, Dino and Enma acting like a Mafia boss

Tsuna

Tsuna did his best not to shuffle his feet. It had been a half a year already since he inherited the role of the 10th boss of the Vongola family. He had yet to get used to the large and mostly empty rooms that took up the vast space of the Vongola manner where he now resided. Pale orange eyes stared down the long oak table and to the dark wood doors that lead to the hall.

Thin fingers fiddled with the large ring that rested on his his middle finger. The tinkling of the chain that connected the main ring to the one around his pinky sounded softly through the massive room. Today was to be the first of many meetings that will be held by him in this room. But it seems that they planned meeting will have to delayed.

Tsuna’s dull orange eyes flashed as his intuition rang warning. The heavy door slammed against the wall and Tsuna’s head tipped to the side. The bullet that had been aimed at his head brushed passed him, and into the wall behind him. He stared calmly at the large group of men dressed in dark suits much like his own flooded the room and blocked all the other doors in the room.

There was a moment of silence as the lone Vongola boss stared down the group of intruders. Shifting his stance so his hands were lazily resting in his suit pockets, his shoulders lifted higher as he straightened his back.

“Well then Vongola scum, got anything to say before we gun you down like you did to my men last week.” The thick set man stood in front of him on the other side of the table. Tsuna recognized the main from his picture from the file he had been reading earlier today. He would recognize that poorly done handlebar mustache anywhere.

This man was the head of a small mafia family known as the Torcia Blu that had recently started in Chieri. The family had grown fast surprisingly and they had started to spread and gain territory in Turin. Turin had been under the protection of the Vongola for decades so when they had started trouble the men from Vongola stationed there had acted without relaying back to him. They had went off on their own and gunned down a dozen of the Torcia Blu men.

The meeting that was going to be held today was going to be about that exact incident. He had hoped that he could work out a treaty for the Torcia Blu so that they could have a free range of Turin if they kept a low profile. But it looks like the Torcia had pulled the trigger before he could sign the page.

“I can promise you, that there is a perfectly good explanation to what happened. If you would lower your guns we can sit and talk about this peacefully.” He hopped they could see reason to this. But knowing the cruel world of the Mafia he doubted it, but at least he had tried.

“Your words mean nothing to me.” His thick accented voice paused as he spat on the table that stood between them. “When you slowly bleed out, remember it is you who gave the word first, la sporcizia. Gun him down.” A snarl ingrained itself in the thick folds of fat on the man’s face.

Tsuna closed his eyes and released a deep sigh through his nose. The sounds of guns clicking filled the room. An orange flame on his head flickered to life, as the kind and caring man was replaced with a quiet and calculating mafia boss. Blazing orange eyes revealed themselves from behind his eyelids. “Have it your way then, but there is no going back from here.” He warned, pulling his hands from his pockets, revealing his X-gloves alit and ready.

“You can’t do anything now, Si pezzo di merda. Shot the fool already men.” The chubby man growled and pulled out his own gun from under his pinstriped suit jacket. Turning off the safety and pointing it straight between the Vongola’s eyes “Besides what are you going to do you miserable little man, you have no one but yourself with two dozen guns pointed at you. You don’t scare me, you make me laugh.” A sick grin stretched across his face as he pulled the trigger with a loud bang. The bullet flew through the air and write into the light that hung on the wall, causing the glass bulb to shatter. The Torcia boss blinked in surprise to find his target gone.

“You should have accepted my offer when you had the choice.” Dread filled the short man’s body at the voice that sounded behind him. Slowly he turned his head to gaze into the calm orange eyes. “Vi prego di scusarmi Torcia.”

Dino

 "No, no, Romiaro just stay where you are and protect the others.“ Dino grunted as he tripped over his own shoes. He dodged the bullet that was aimed him not as gracefully as he would have if he had had his family with him, but he had dodged it non the less. At this moment he really cursed his inability to function properly with out his guardians with him. He was a grown man for fucks sake, he should be able to walk in a straight line, or dodge a bullet without eating dirt every two steps. 

“Yes I’m sure I am fine Romiaro!” He shouted into his phone as he rolled behind a tree to dodge another bullet. All he wanted to do was spend one more day as a some what normal person before his fathers underground business was passed on to him fully. But no of coarse he couldn’t, because the one day he decides to go to Mafia Land some one decides to break the treaty that mad this land a gray territory.

“Yes I have my whip with me!” Dino growled as he glanced at his whip that was about four trees away from him, before quickly ducking back behind the one that he was hiding behind.

“Yes I have Enzo!” he hissed as a bullet grazed his arm as he ran to the next tree over. He glanced around in desperation. Trees, trees, rock, bush, lake, more trees.

Dino paused for a moment before looking back at the lake. He reached into his pocket and brushed his fingers against Enzo’s hard shell.

“Listen Romairo!” He cut the older man off in the middle of his endless questions. “I am going to be your boss. NO! Correction, I am your boss correct.” He didn’t ask he stated. “So I am telling you as your boss, to stop worrying about me and help the other people in the park escape. Now go do it.” Dino did not give Romiaro a chance to argue and flicked his flip phone closed with a sharp snap.

Pulling Enzo out of his pocket, he bought the turtal to eye level. “Well Enzo I’m counting on you. Good luck little  bud”  He said before he chucked Enzo as far as he could into the lake, silently praying that this would work. 

Enma

Enma stared down at the man tied to the chair. His bruised and busted face was sunken in from dehydration and malnutrition he was sure. His hair was greasy and matted with blood and other substances that Enma did not want know. His once clean and prestige west-wood suit was now in shreds and stained beyond repair. Torture was not a pretty job, but was required if you wanted to get anywhere in the mafia ranks.

And that’s what he was doing slowly making his way up the ranks before he could face those Vongola traitors. So he would pick a family to target every month or so, each one stronger than the last. He would then have one of his guardians go and pick off the person that would know the most but would be missed the least and then they would torture them for information.

They then would use that information to one up the family. They had two choices, either join them or fall. Most have chosen to fall so far but a few here and their have decided to join him.

“So I’ve been told you are ready to talk Mr. Mitchells.” Enma’s hollow voice bounced off the empty cement walls of the dark room that they have kept the hostages in. This method was going at a snail’s pass but it would be worth it in the end. His fingers the cool trigger of the gun in his sweaters pocket, as he halfheartedly listen to the traitor blubber all the secrets he knows about the family he was part of. What a sad pathetic person. Enma’s grip tightens on the heavy gun, impatient with the man before him.

“We thank you for your cooperation Mr. Mitchells.” Enma drawled in boredom. “I’m sure your wife is anxious and wondering where you have been all this time.” Enma smiled a empty smile at the man before signaling for Julie to release the man.

“T-t-th-thank you.” The man wept as he fell from the chair and onto the blood stained floor on his hands and knees before slowly crawling towards the exit.

“Of course Mr.Mitchell, I’ll be sure to tell her your passing was quick and painless.” At this statement the man on the floor froze in fear. Before he could even turn to plead, the room echoed with the sound of a gunshot before the heavy thud of the man’s now lifeless body hit the floor.

Enma turned the safety back on his pistol before putting it back in his sweater pocket. Turning to the two suits standing in one of the corners of the room, he nodded to the lifeless body. “Clean this mess up,” then turning to Julie, his red eyes glowing slightly in the dark room. “Greater the others we will be discussing the plans during dinner.” Enma ordered before leaving the room. He needed a shower after that.

 

I was arrested on Oct. 10, on Indigenous Peoples’ Day, a holiday where America is meant to celebrate the indigenous people of North America.

I was in North Dakota, standing in solidarity, side-by-side with a group of over 200 water protectors, people who are fighting the Dakota Access Pipeline.

People who carry a rainbow of colors on their skin. People who gathered together because they realize that if we don’t begin taking genuine steps to protect our precious resources—our soil, our water, our essential elements—we will not have a healthy or thriving planet to pass on to future generations.

I was in North Dakota, standing side by side with Native Americans.

You know, those who were here before us.

Well, guess what, America? They’re still here.

And they are still fighting the good fight. A fight that serves each and every one of us.

They are still putting their lives on the line to protect the roots that feed our existence.

And, guess what else, dear America? They are still being ignored.
We are still throwing them in jail.
We are still silencing their dedication to protect us from the planetary consequences that will catastrophically bleed from our ignorance.

We wear their heritage, their sacred totems, as decoration and in fashion trends, failing to honor their culture. Headdresses, feathers, arrows. Moccasins, sage, beadwork. You know what I’m talking about, Coachella. Walking around the flea market this weekend, I can’t even tell you how many native references I saw being used in a way that feeds our western narrative.

We buy plastic teepees from Toys-R-Us and set them up in our living rooms for children to play in.

We grow up romanticizing native culture, native art, native history… without knowing native reality.
Somehow, we’ve allowed 200-plus years to go by without questioning the western truth we have been told to believe about Native Americans.

And now, in 2016, in the day and age of exciting technology, which empowers revolution and curiosity, we are still blindly (or maybe not) allowing 200 years of unjust history to continue.

We are allowing Native American voices to be swallowed by the white noise of distraction.

Doesn’t this sadden you, America?

When we talk about marginalized communities in our country, we do not (on a mainstream level) include Native Americans.

When we talk about sex trafficking in our country, we do not (on a mainstream level) include Native Americans.

And when we talk about governmental integrity, we do not (on a mainstream level) include Native Americans.

Treaties are broken. Land is stolen. Dams are built. Reservations are flooded. People are displaced.

Yet we fail to notice. We fail to acknowledge. We fail to act.

So much so that it took me, a white non-native woman being arrested on Oct 10th in North Dakota, on Indigenous Peoples’ Day, to bring this cause to many people’s attention. And to the forefront of news publications around the world.

The day I was detained, 26 others had to dress in orange as well, as they were booked into the Morton County jail. Did you hear about them?

Twenty-six men and women who put their livelihoods on the line, to protect their children, your children and my future children.

Twenty-six men and women who realize that millions of people depend on the Missouri River for drinking water.

Millions.

And, you guessed it, you may be one of them. Did that catch your attention?

When the Dakota Access Pipeline breaks (and we know that too many pipelines do), millions of people will have crude-oil-contaminated water. I know it is easy to be apathetic or detached from the reality that fossil fuel contamination could actually affect you and the ones you love… But hear me loud and clear: If you are a human who requires water to survive, then this issue directly involves you. Don’t let the automatic sink faucets in your homes fool you—that water comes from somewhere, and the second its source is contaminated, so is your bathtub, and your sink, and your drinking liquid. We must not take for granted the severity of this truth.

Listen up, America:

The reason we were freezing our a—es off on Oct. 10 in peaceful protest was because the night before (mind you, right after the presidential debate and on the eve of Indigenous Peoples’ Day—coincidence?) the U.S. Court of Appeals denied an injunction to halt construction of the pipeline. As in: They began building once again.

Whatever your cause is. Whatever your passion is. Whatever you care about most… none of your efforts or hard-earned opinions will matter when the planet and the people you’re fighting for have nothing left to show for it.

The Dakota Access Pipeline, my friends, is not another time to ignore, mistreat and turn a blind eye to Native Americans. But it is time to guarantee the safety of Manhattan—despite the soon-to-be-fueled gas pipeline called AIM. (For all of you in the tri-state area, this is being built under a failing nuclear plant. Fukushima only happened five years ago. This plant is just about as far from Manhattan as the U.S. government told Americans to keep away from Fukushima to protect them from a worst-case scenario. Look it up and do something about it.) We have the technology for renewable energy, and it’s up to us to begin utilizing.

I appreciate all of you out there who supported me while I was arrested. I am humbled and grateful for your love, your prayers and your hashtags.

And what could it look like if we learned from this instance, where it took myself getting detained to raise awareness about Native Americans? What if we used it as a catalyst for a full societal shift in the way we start thinking and treating and learning from indigenous peoples? So that in the future, it doesn’t require a non-native celebrity to bring attention to the cause.

What if we took the hashtag #FreeShailene and made it #ProtectCleanWater, or #HonorNativeTreaties, or #IStandWithStandingRock?

What if we don’t let this stop trending on social media, at our dinner tables, in the streets? What if we wake up to the possibilities of noticing, of choosing and of acting on our awareness?

What if we take the time to understand the dynamics of what is at risk here?

Will you choose money, or will you choose children? Will you choose ignorance, or will you choose love? Will you choose blindness, or will you choose freedom?

I am not scared. I am not afraid. I am grateful, and I am amazed to be standing by the sides of so many peaceful warriors. Standing Rock “protests” are rooted in ceremony and in prayer. I’ve been there. And all these narratives about riots? Just watch my Facebook livestream and decide for yourself who looks more dangerous: police in riot gear with batons, or native grandmothers and children smudging sage and singing songs.

Thank you, to all the tribes who have gathered. To all the nations standing as one. To all the people who know that if not we, then who? And if not now, then when?

Simply feeding off the hype of a celebrity’s arrest ain’t going to save the world. But, standing together will. Please stand in solidarity with the Sioux people of Standing Rock Reservation to ensure that we still have rivers to swim in, springs to drink from and lakes to float on. Will you join us?

Mni wiconi. Water is life.

—  Shailene Woodley: The Truth About My Arrest
Bodies Under the Falls
Panopticon
Bodies Under the Falls

As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet,
You can hear their cries in the crashing water.
Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam.
The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest…
Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here.
Forgotten.
A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls.
The water passes over stone, falling so far below.
Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam.
Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains,
treading beneath looming cliff.
The cool, still air permeating your skin.
The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome.
The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen.
The forest is haunted!

Republic of Cospaia

Repubblica di Cospaia

General information

The Republic of Cospaia was a small nation that existed between 1441 and 1826 as a result of a mix up in a treaty between Tuscany and the Papal States. The population, in the 1600s, was only about 300 people. It inhabited only 3.2 square kilometres (less than one square mile).

Governance

The government, what there was of it, was largely just a council of people who lived in the town-republic. The town-republic had no armed forces, or police forces, and it didn’t even have a prison.

Economy

The town was a centre of tobacco growing in the Italian peninsula, as it fell outside of Papal jurisdiction which did not allow the growing of the plant. This is a major reason it was ever allowed to exist as long as it did.

History

As I said in the first sentence above, the small town-republic was formed when Tuscany (Florence) and the Papal States signed a land treaty that accidentally excluded the small town. It became a centre for smugglers and whatnot, as it did not fall under the purview of any other power.

I’m not totally sure why it ceased to exist, as my Italian is not what it once was, though it seems to be related to the Napoleonic Wars.

In the present day, it is largely forgotten by most outside of the town that was once a republic.

Just a friendly reminder that most of British Columbia is unceded territory (Around 90%).

 What does that mean?
Glad you asked.
The majority of Canada is built on Treatied land, meaning the Government had agreed with the Indigenous people of their respective regions to make use of those lands during the establishment of Canada as a Settler Country (Needless to say, the government has never, and I mean Never, kept up their side of these deals).

 So, since British Columbia is unceded, the government, in municipal to national levels, has never attempted to settle the land and formally take sovereignty of the land from the Indigenous peoples through the signing of treaties. BC provincial government is literally occupying this province. Colonization never ended, it’s happening Right Now. These lands are still being occupied and actively settled without consent of indigenous people.