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She was the first woman to...

…travel around the world in a damned Zeppelin.

Originally posted by lego-stories

Lady Hay Drummond-Hay (September 12, 1895—February 12, 1946) was a star journalist who became the first woman to circumnavigate the globe, and she did it in a damned Zeppelin. She went on to report from war zones like Abyssinia (now Ethiopia) and Manchuria (now part of China), fell into a tumultuous romance with a fellow reporter, and was eventually captured by the Japanese during WWII.

…swim the English Channel.

Originally posted by hero-generator

Gertrude Ederle (October 23, 1905 – November 30, 2003) was a competitive swimmer, Olympic champion, and at one time held five world records. If there was a world record for coolest nickname she would’ve held six, because hers was “Queen of the Waves.” When Ederle set out to become the first woman to swim the English channel, she used motorcycle goggles and sealed the edges with wax to keep the salt water out of her eyes. Due to unfavorable and violent wind conditions twelve hours into her 14 hour and 34 minute journey, her trainer shouted at her to get out of the water and into his boat. She reportedly popped her head up from the water to simply ask “what for?” 

travel around the world in less than 80 days.

Originally posted by meedean

Nellie Bly (May 5, 1864—January 27, 1922) asked her editor at the New York World if she could take a stab at turning the story Around the World in 80 Days from fiction to fact. Using railways and steamships, Bly chuggah-chuggahed and toot-tooted the nearly 25,000 mile trip in just 72 days, meeting Jules Verne and buying a monkey along the way. If her name sounds familiar but these stories don’t, it’s probably because you’ve heard about how she once faked a mental illness so she could write an exposé on psychiatric asylums. Or maybe it’s because of her famed coverage of the Woman Suffrage Parade of 1913. Or maybe it’s because you’re a big fan of farming and industrialist patents and heard she invented a novel milk can and a stacking garbage can. Nellie Bly did a lot in her short 57 years. 

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Chechnya detains 100 gay men in first concentration camps since the Holocaust

More than 100 gay men have been detained in concentration camp-style prisons in the Russian region of Chechnya, according to reports by local newspapers and human rights organisations.
Repressions against the LGBT community began after an application for a gay rights march in the Chechen capital of Grozny.
The press secretary for Ramzan Kadyrov, the head of the Chechen Republic, described the report as “lies” and stated there were no gay people in Chechnya.
The prison camps are the first to be established for LGBT people since the Second World War.
The report was published on the 1 April, prompting the spokesperson for Chechnya’s Interior Ministry to dismiss the claims as an “April Fools’ joke”.


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Posted at Mon Apr 10 17:10:12 2017

I have to give it to the Lebanese, you people are chillest Arabs… During a live report today from south Lebanon after fire exchange between Hezbollah and Israeli forces, the correspondent was interrupted by a Lebanese man smoking Argeeleh unfazed by the sound of Israeli war planes above… The reporter couldn’t keep a straight face after that.

Kenji Goto, a well-known freelance Japanese journalist and filmmaker, was beheaded on January 30th, 2015 by ISIS militants in a highly publicized series of executions. 

Goto was known for his coverage of conflict zones in Africa and the Middle East. His last known work includes remarkable coverage of ISIS, while the majority of his well known work has revolved around poverty, and the plight of child soldiers. Goto entered Syria in what many say was an attempt to locate and rescue his colleague and friend, Haruna Yukawa, who had been abducted in the region the year before.  

Today, on the second anniversary of his death, Kenji Goto’s fearless and selfless efforts to rescue Yukawa, his commitment to journalism, and dedication to delivering truth in his reporting of war zones, refugees and victims, will not be forgotten. 

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This is what it’s actually like to be a war reporter

It is to growing up in a large family that she owes her liberal-mindedness and ability to deal with trauma while spending up to three quarters of the year on the road. “Being the youngest of seven kids teaches you how to be tolerant, independent and the importance of working as a team,” she says. “Three of my siblings died, which was devastating – especially for my mother – but loss makes you realise that life’s short and that you need to seize opportunity.”

It Isn’t Love || Seungcheol || Pt. 3

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 //

Word Count: 3475

Genre: fluff, angst, royalty au, arranged marriage au

Summary: In order to solidify and further prove the alliance of two kingdoms, the Choi Kingdom had decided to arrange a marriage between their kingdom and the Lee Kingdom. It was a great plan! Now, if only the two parties personally involved were willing…


Seungcheol adjusted his shirt and fixed his hair a little before stepping forward. The maids bowed and announced his presence before opening the door for him. He stepped through nervously, his heart pounding against his chest but all of that melted away when he saw his mother, smiling at him from where she sat on her bed.

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Anderson Cooper’s Channel One Days

Sarajevo, 1993 - I hung blackout curtains so that snipers couldn’t see into my room. Slept on the floor so if a morder exploded my matress might protect me. I try to be careful, tried not to expose myself to snipers. I wasn’t able to understand it until I spend time in a dark room listening to shells land on nearby buildings, wondering if I was next. I found myself hating the bombers, wishing I could escape. I found myself crying with fear, cause there is nothing else I could do.

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-With all respect, Vice President.-



The young woman daringly stood in her pod, her silvery and greenish robe floating on her slender figure. 
Around her and her delegation, hundreds of people were shouting and yelling against her motion and her sharp judgment.


She didn’t increase her voice, claiming pretentious rights; she waited to go on instead. A feral pride shone in her hazel eyes as she repeated herself.



-With all respect, Vice President.-


That time, the crowd felt silent instantly.



A silent thunder of power had been crackling in the Galactic Congress; only few people could describe what happened just the second before. It seemed just two of them was there, right in the Chamber: one in a more responsive way of the second.



The young Senator smiled a little but soon her refined facade came back on her freckled, delicate features.



-I will not stay silent, milords and miladies. I wasn’t elected after a such bloody war to don’t report what ’s still happening in my System. I’m ready to call a vote of no confidence against the Senate’s delegates if would necessary.-



A gloved hand rose up, followed by a husky whisper to one of his advisor.



-Who’s that girl?-



-The former Captain of the Ahch-To Rebellion, my Lord- he answered, flaring his nostrils to make clear his disdain for a such insolent behavior.

-She was elected just one month ago and now she is in Coruscant leading a small group of insolents with a petition against the Trade Federation.-



The tall man still seated on his throne at the center of the podium.
Beside his quite stare, anger and frustration was running in his chest.



Arrogant brat.


-If I remember correct, I let that Rebellion to win.-



His tone was sultry, polite. His voice was deep, feral. This was the Emperor’s voice. The voice of command, the only one capable to summon fear and respect in his subjects.


-Ahch-To System plays an important role in the Empire’s strategies. Without that planet an its government, the Force could never exists. Without the Force, even its Dark Side, the side where our power lay, could barely survive in the Galaxy.-


-I know, my Lord but the Trade Federation claims- -



Emperor Kylo Ren moved his stare on his first advisor. Dark shadows clouded his brown eyes, while his hand was starting to clutch in a menacing fist. The throat of that pathetic creature sudden dried; the Emperor could felt that harsh sensation under his fingers.
 


That was the power of his family.


His mother had it.

His uncle had it.


He had it too.


Even that sparkling flame of energy below his eyes brought the first, raw Force glimmer. 



She was the real reason he let that far, remote Rebellion to win against the Trade’s Viceroy.



He felt her presence for years, a churning, elusive flame lost in the starry abyss of the Core. 


She sang with no songs during his longing meditation hours, during his training. She whispered with no certain words in his dreams, followed him to a bleak dawn of dull, constant starvation. 



The most powerful and fearful man in the Galaxy, heir of legends, was without something so important to don’t need a name, a face, a voice.

She was in everything in his life, deep in the absence she made day by day.



Her name burst in his mind when General Phasma, one oh his most valuable soldier, reported about the turmoil exploded in the Ahch-To System as a consequence of a beginning invasion against the pacific people on the principal planet.



Rey.



He saw her fight, he saw her dream, he saw her protecting a gigantic, underground tree, with a solemn grey trunk and thousands of black, tangled branches dipped in a vast, vaulted rock ceiling.



He called her and now she was there. Beautiful, daring.



-Let her to speak- he commanded, his eyes intent on her raised right hand. All he wanted now was touch that fingers, thrill under the warm sensation of her skin brush against his.



-But… my Lord…-



-I said: let. her. to. speak.-





(Yeah, remember that part when I say “English is not my first language but blahblahblah” ?… Well. I did it again. It begun with some sketches on my notebook and it became a- moment. A Reylo moment, of course. To the trashcan and beyond!)