I feel a little apprehensive to post this but damn, I’m tired of Poland during WWII being mentioned only in the context of “Hitler invaded it first” (which is not technically accurate anyway).
during WWII, around 6 000 000 Polish people were killed, over 3 000 000 of it were Jewish. The vast majority were civilians. To give you the perspective on those numbers, 35 000 000 people lived in Poland before the war. That means that over 22% of all Polish people were killed in WWII.
The first actual report of the scope of Holocaust was conducted by the Polish Underground State. Jan Karski gathered a detailed account of the mass murders that were being committed and presented it to the Allies on the West as early as 1942, asking for help. USA and UK didnothing.
(by the way, while giving Jan Karski posthumously the Presidential Medal of Freedom, Barack Obama used the very loaded phrase “Polish concentration camps” - which were, you know Nazi Germany concentration camps where Polish citizens were killed. Not to rag on Obama personally but this goes to show what’s the general American attitude towards this)
Speaking of the Polish Underground State - did you know that it was the biggest resistance movement under the Nazi Germany? And it was an actual underground state, with underground cabinet, diplomatic channels, education, judiciary system, the press, etc. There was a branch called “Żegota” that provided help for Jewish people in gettos and accomodated their hiding on the “Aryan side”. (You should consider that in Poland only the punishment for helping Jewish people was death).
Don’t forget too that Hitler first offered Poland a deal and the Polish response was “We in Poland don’t know the notion of peace at any cost. There is only one thing in the lives of people, nations and states which is priceless: that thing is honor”.
(that probably wasn’t very smart but you have to admit it’s pretty badass)
Subsequently, both Nazi Germany and USSR invaded Poland while France and Britain (who formally “declared war” on Germany) did nothing.
Also don’t forget that Polish Underground State was forced to work with Stalin even though USSR invaded Poland and committed terrible war crimes. For our troubles, we got sold to the Soviets after WWII. By the way, NKWD (secret police) was actively arresting Polish freedom fighters and Jewish people even BEFORE the war was done (sometimes those “freed” from the concertration camps were transferred directly to the Soviet prisons). USA knew about this.
There’s more but I wrote this off the top of my head and I’m tired.
Magic is a natural force. It “flows” under the ground and where magical paths collide, a crossroads is formed - a place with particulary strong magical presence.
Mages are people with born talent to use Magic. They are able to sense magical channels underground and use their power for spells. Additionaly, mages carry around a wooden staff with a Magic stone set in it’s top.
Magic stones are crystals of various colors, capable of holding Magic inside of them. They help in connecting magical channels with mage’s spells, and also serve as an additional source of magical power should the primary source wither [not to mention it’s easier to use an already provided source than find a new one]. Magical stones give away dull light if charged - and should be charged often, lest they become unusable.
Magic is dangerous, if not handled properly. Many mages lost their lives to wrongly formuled spells. Magic usage also drains energy and trying to cast spells that are easy for an adept, but too powerful for a novice, can also kill. It’s common knowledge, that the more difficult the spell is, the more energy the caster needs to perfrorm it.
Mages have naturally stronger emotions than the rest of the people. Magic is highly sensitive to emotional changes and is often driven by them. Situations where a mage gave in to his emotions and unintentionally caused danger or even death to other people, are more common than they should be.
University of Arcane studies serves as a organization that teaches mages how to use their power and - more importantly - how to control their emotions, and every mage must attend the studies. Whether they decide to stay after the studium, is up to them, but the University makes sure none of it’s students would cause havoc in the outside world by teaching them how to control their power. There are, however, groups of mages who didn’t study at the University and usually perform Magic without it’s approval. To distinguish between them, every mage who studied at the University wields a certificate authorizing them to perform the arcane arts.
Title: License to Science (And Kill) Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi Genre: Action / Humor / Romance Rating: T
Levihan Week Day 5: Blue
SECRET AGENT AU
When International criminal organization, TITAN, successfully steals an arsenal of missiles along with their encrypted launch codes, Code Blue is initiated. It up to Agent Levi Ackerman, a spy in a class of his own, and Research scientist Hanji Zoe, the premiere authority on the organization, to halt a global catastrophe in its tracks.
She lowered her glasses, brown eyes blinking over the rims. “Does this mean I have a-” One brow lifted. “License to Science?”
“No. But I do have a License to Kill. Don’t tempt me to use it.”
Okay, so this is coming pretty late in the week. Let me just say that my week has been tiring and certain events and responsibilities ate up my time. You will all most likely get another character within the next 24 hours, as well, barring extreme circumstances. Promise. Meanwhile: Ah, hello half-elf barbarians. These lot must be pretty angry about something. Let’s explore what.
It sucks when each of your parents is an asshole in a different way. Tabassum’s human mother is a strict, uncompromising military woman, while Tabassum’s elf father is an alcoholic nobleman. Their marriage was political, and it’s been hell on their kids, and Tabassum’s way of coping is running off to the slums to fight in the underground fighting rings. They channel all their frustration, all their contempt, all their fear, and all their hope for freedom outside the city walls, and use it to bloody others and earn coin while doing it. Unfortunately, saving up is slow going as Tabassum has to spend most of their money on healing potions after their fights. Wouldn’t do to have the parents seeing bruises, missing teeth, or the effects of a concussion.
Ira’denua Das Venthrir
Growing up in the human quarter of the main elf city is a bit rough, being half-elf is harder, but having a full elf name paints a target on your face. Ever since Ira could remember, she’s suffered taunting, tripping, hair pulling, rock-throwing, dirty looks, name calling, and even outright attacks. But even though she looks like a pretty little elf girl, she can and will beat men twice her size half to death while she just sees red. This is how she got a job with one of the local gangs as a bouncer at the pub their boss owns. Ira knows she works for criminals, and she doesn’t care, because she knows the protection her employer gives her from the law is all that’s keeping her out of a corrupt system that wouldn’t give a damn about her.
Nobody in Dunbruch believes Old Fergus when he says he met the legendary King Adelius, but that’s because they don’t know his true age or the whole story. Fergus once went by another name, that of Red Fist. Even today that name is associated with reckless and bloody battle, and the fight between this masked berserker and the heroic king is a common favorite. Fergus was never evil, he fought against strong people indiscriminately to test himself, but most of the stories these days paint him as a monster soaked in blood. He retired with a haul of treasure from his adventures but now in his later years finds he misses the limelight. Sadly, he knows he’d have to immediately show he’s still got it by knocking the heads of anyone who tried to haul him to the courts.
Q: How did the whole Lexa situation affect not maybe the shooting (as I believe it was already shot), but the engagement with fans on social media, for example, of WYNONNA EARP?
And second, how do you experience the showrunners world being a female creator and writer and any advice for - ehem, fellow, hopefully - future writers who want to bring more diversity and good writing to Television?
The Lexa situation didn’t affect the creative of WE as it WAS already shot, but it made me feel happy about certain storytelling choices we’d made. I was aware of the BYG trope, but I was impressed at how passionately that fanbase pushed it into the mainstream media and have started to demand better representation.
If you are a ‘future’ writer (hell, if you write, you can just say 'writer’ now) who wants to bring more diversity to television, you should surround yourself with diverse writers and mentors. Then if and when you’re lucky enough to be in a position of power to make change, i.e. as a showrunner, you should put your money where your mouth is and hire diversely.
Q: Did you personally choose Melanie Scofrano to be your lead lady? How was the process to find “the” Wynonna? btw she is doing a great job
EA: I did personally choose her, along with my producers, and it might be the smartest decision I ever made. She is doing an amazing job because she is a once-in-a-lifetime performer. We saw over 300 young actresses across the coast, but in the end, there was only Scrofano. And all was right in Purgatory. :)
Q: In your experience writing/producing tv as a raging feminist, what have been some elements (trope-smashing, specific plots, themes, stylistic choices etc.) for which you’ve really had to fight to be included in the final product? Have you faced any backlash or resistance as a result?
EA: I have always had to fight for the LGBT stuff. Always. Initially nobody wants the pretty girl to be a lesbian. Even if she’s been like that since I started developing her (and I usually have). Nobody thinks there’s an audience. Nobody thinks it’s a real thing. Then it is. And the audience comes because they get it. And I feel triumphant. And happy. I think also 'female’ driven storytelling is still somehow seen as less 'legitimate’ or 'prestigious’ than shows that feature a male anti-hero…in the same way almost any novel written by a female author is decreed 'chitlit’ regardless of content. So I feel like my work is often dismissed as pap regardless of critical adoration or audience success. But here I am, still making TV that I’d watch. And that smells like victory. :) That’s my raging feminist answer and I’m sticking to it.
Q: Was there originally more to the WayHaught barn scene? It seems like it begins in the middle of an interaction.
EA: Could be. DVD EXTRAS, Y'ALL
Q: What is your fav quality about Wynonna? What quality of wynonna do you personally relate to?
My fave quality about Wynonna is that even though she is such a hot mess with such a dark past and has every reason to give up and give in to simply being 'bad’, she never does. She fights and tries and cares, despite her many mistakes and flaws.
I relate to her torrid love affair with donuts. But she’s much braver than I. :)
About the post you just reblogged about the wards..i think the 24th ward does exist and it's not fiction. I don't know if this is true but the 24th could be the Metropolitan Area Outer Underground Discharge Channel, which is obvisously under Tokyo.
I do not know enough about Tokyo to be able to answer this one way or another. :0 You may want to message the op of that post instead.
**Disclaimer: I think you know I don’t own Supernatural…
**Note: In this you are full human but Crowley is your father. I’ve read many myths about Demons having a child with a human and it being FULL human. And I’ve seen a few Crowley/daughter fics but I never liked them much. If you couldn’t tell, I don’t like the stereotypical character. I like to do things differently.
“And then your grandson wished for a new red bicycle for Christmas!” You said, smiling at the older woman infront of you, between the bars of Her cage. Her face was worn with wrinkles and the dirt of the floors. Her name was Evelyn and she was a prisoner of Hell. She was one of many prisoners of your father- Crowley. You had just checked in on her family for her… because you cared. You hated the way the prisoners were kept and treated. Some deserved it, like the murderers and rapists, but others, like Evelyn- who had sold her soul to save her grandson’s life- didn’t deserve this. So you tried as hard as you could to give them the simplest comforts. You slide her a small picture of her amazing grandson. Evelyn takes it and then takes your hands through the bars and kisses them with tears in her eyes.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” She smiled gratefully and you nodded, trying to understand how such a sweet woman could be here. You stood up and walked past the other cages, not daring to look into them. You spent the next few hours searching out the people You had news for. And finally You had one left- your favorite. You walked straight to the back of the cages to the very last one on the left.
“Psst” You whispered to the man inside the bars. He turns around and you’re graced with a small half smile. His name was Bobby Singer and he was your friend.
“I brought you something…” You take a napkin out of your pocket and unwrap it. Inside is a flask and a piece of pumpkin pie.
“Well, I’ll be damned- literally…” He takes them through the bars with an even wider smile. He takes a bite of the pie and sighs in content.
“Oh! And i have something else. I got it out of your boxes…” You fish a small picture out of your pocket and hand it to him. You see his eyes swell and see him swallow a lump in his throat.
“Was that…” You trail off.
“My wife…” He stares at the picture for a few more moments with longing in his eyes, and then puts it away.
“Thank you, (Y/N)…” You smile and nod.
“Merry Christmas, Bobby Singer…” You lean in and kiss his cheek and he blushes slightly, smiling. He was a grumpy drunk to most people but he had kindness in his heart.
“(Y/N)!” You hear someone shout. You jump away from the cage and look behind you. You see one of your father’s guards coming up behind you. You sigh inwardly and look up at him.
“Your father has requested your presence.”
“But can’t I-” When your father requested you during work hours, it was never good.
“Immediately.” He glared down at you. None of the demons cared for you much. You were definitely Crowley’s weakness and everyone who knew you knew that. It didn’t help that you were a human, either. You started to follow the guard down the long halls, past crying and screaming people. Some of them reached out to you, some you recognized, and you looked at them with utter helplessness. You passed all the prisoners and entered into the upper part of Hell. The guard leads you to the double doors your father’s office.
“So, I’m hungry. You hungry? I’m hungry.” You try to weasel your way out of going in, only to be pushed through the doors. Your father looks up, immediately.
“Hello, darling.” He caught your eye and smiled.
“Hi, daddy…” You smiled hesitantly and sat down in the chair infront of him.
“Tell me, how exactly are you getting out of Hell without me?”
“H-how did you-”
“Please, (Y/N). I’m your father, it’s my job to know.” He raises an eyebrow, no humor left in his features. “Now, tell me.” You starred at him for a moment, then lost your resolve.
“I used the channels…” The channels were a series of portals that are used in extreme emergencies only… they were supposed to anyway.
“(Y/F/N)” -oh, middle named- “you have deliberately disobeyed me! You could’ve have gotten hurt- or worse!” You cringed and looked down.
“I-Im sorry daddy… I just wanted to see what it was like…” You tried to act all sweet but your father only growled.
“Don’t even try to pull that card. You are in way over your head darling.” He sat down again.
“You are confined to your room until further notice.”
“But daddy-” Your voice raises.
“That is final!” Your father’s voice booms and the whole room shakes. You stand up and march to the door.
“Don’t bother, princess.” You hear him snap his fingers and you’re inside your room. You would venture to say the doors were all locked, which they were. You sat on the bed and contemplated your next move. And then it came to you. You didn’t even pack a bag before you started chanting for the underground channels. It was still early so your father probably hadn’t changed the incantation yet. With luck on your side, you were right. You took a few steps back and then ran full speed, diving through the small portal in your room. For a few moments you were passing through darkness and then the sunlight hit you. There you were, on some old dirt road in some random state. Finally, you exhale the breath you forgot you were holding in. Just as you start to get your heart rate back to normal, you hear a car’s horn sound. You whip around just as you make contact with the bumper of a ‘67 Chevy Impala…
**if you want part 2, message me**
John Fitzgerald Kennedy had it all: the looks, the charm, the power, the love of the people…but what most of the population didn’t know was why. JFK’s rise to power and subsequent adoration from the common people wasn’t due to luck or chance: he was a mutant. His power lay in the ability to determine a person’s true loyalty by a simple gaze; alternatively, all who looked upon Kennedy were immediately taken by him, like a pheromone he had control of, but somehow absorbed by the eyes, whether near or far. It was an extremely potent gift to have in the world of politics.
Word finally came to HYDRA through one of their many spies working in the White House. The President’s powers put them at great risk: their people could attempt to stay clear, but soon it would become inevitable that Kennedy’s gaze would fall upon one of their agents and then he would just simply know…and all their hard work throughout the ages would be in jeopardy. They would be in jeopardy. The choice was clear: JFK had to be eliminated.
So they sent their best man, the only man for the job: the Winter Soldier.
Back in the States, word also came down through an underground channel of mutants that the President was not only one of them, but also in danger. No one knew how or when it would happen, only that an attempt would be made. It seemed impossible to thwart, but Erik Lehnsherr took it upon himself to keep watch on JFK. He tailed the most powerful man in the America for two weeks, becoming more and more frustrated and desperate, angry exasperation only heightened by his lack of sleep. Finally, the day of the motorcade came and he felt it in his bones: this was it. Erik hastily wandered Dealey Plaza in a frenzy, scanning the immense crowd of people that had gathered in Dallas while subsequently being forcibly shuffled through the multitude. As the limo turned onto Elm Street, Lehnsherr found himself cornered off into the bushes, unable to properly see the car.
That’s when the shots rang out.
Erik tried to divert the bullet without having a clear sight, jumping out from his cover in the attempt, but it wasn’t enough: John F. Kennedy, the President of the United States of America, was dead, assassinated while thousands watched, helpless.
The Winter Soldier had done his job flawlessly, as he always had, and was in and out without the slightest trace of his presence: his existence a mere ghost in time, never to be found.
There was only one man that the public saw heading towards the President, only one man that could be implicated in the crime of the century, one that showed an immense, frightening mastery of any metal within his reach: a man known to only the most dangerous, underground members of society by a single, menacing name:
The Metropolitan Area Outer Underground Discharge Channel is the end part of a system which drains floods. The system is composed of 5 underground collection silos (up to 65m x 32m) connected by ~6km of tunnels which culminates in the ‘Metropolitan Area Outer Underground Discharge Channel’ (roughly 180m x 80m x 18m), and discharges up to 200 tons of water per second.