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gatheringbones · 2 months

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laura s. brown, from lesbians, weight, and eating: new analyses and perspectives, from lesbian psychologies: explorations and challenges, edited by the boston lesbian psychologies collective, 1987

["Lesbian fat activists, a non-client population, seemed to be women who are comfortable with their lesbianism. My lesbian clients who are fat, although not necessarily activists, seem to be generally unconcerned about their weight and are for the most part physically active women who perceive themselves as healthy and attractive. I have noticed a relationship between healing from homophobia and reduction of negative self-concept where weight is concerned. For example, a lesbian client who entered therapy from a position of great internalized homophobia could not comfortably say the word 'lesbian' and avoided associating with other lesbians. Her weight was greater than average for her height, although within the norms for women in her family: she consciously perceived her fat as one of the indicators of her lesbianism and her undesirability as a person. Therapy focused on issues of internalized homophobia as it affected self-concept and interpersonal functioning. However, a side effect of the therapy was that this woman came to embrace her lesbianism in a more positive manner, she also began to see herself as attractive at her current weight. She changed her hairdo so that her face, which she had previously stigmatized as looking fat, and had tried to hide with her hair, would be more visible. She also purchased clothing in bright colors that she had always liked but had avoided buying for fear of bringing attention to her "fat, unattractive" body. She took up exercise, which she had loved as a girl but abandoned after puberty as her body assumed its (apparently) genetically determined larger size. She became active in the lesbian community and often commented in therapy sessions about her amazement that there were so many attractive women who were also fat. Her relationship with food also changed: she began to be more careful about what she put into her body, and paid better attention to foods that left her feeling uncomfortable and off center, rather than simply to caloric content.

Such anecdotal and clinical observations must be made cautiously because the empirical data is sparse. The trends that I and my colleagues have observed clinically when we consciously attend to the relationship between homophobia and fat oppression are suggestive. They point to some directions that lesbians and therapists, and therapists who work with lesbians, may wish to consider in working with lesbian clients around issues of food, eating, and body image and size.

It is essential for therapists to examine internalized myths of fat oppression as we apply them to ourselves and our clients. Do we, for instance, assume that fat women are fat because they are eating in an out-of-control manner? Do we assume that women who are not fat are not concerned with their weight and are eating in ways that are healthy and functional simply because the result is one of normal size? Do we accept the ego-dystonic nature of a woman's fat as proof of the need to lose weight, or do we ask the same questions that are not asked about so-called ego-dystonic homosexuality as a diagnosis? Do we secretly envy women with bulimia because "they can eat as much as they want and it never shows"? Do we fat-oppress ourselves by shaming ourselves about our own pleasure in food or by engaging in self-punitive actions such as compulsive dieting? Do we fat-oppress fat women by assuming that they want suggestions about diets, or by telling them "I feel fat, too"— pretending empathy with the real-world aspects of discrimination against fat women by virtue of our own participation in the process of fat oppression? When we hear lesbians derided as fat and ugly, do we protest that "we're not all fat," or do we examine carefully the relationship between the devaluation of fat women and the devaluation of lesbians? Until and unless the therapist examines and changes her own internalized fat oppression, she is likely to fat-oppress her clients, in either overt or covert manners.

In re-examining our fat oppressive norms, we must also make the personal connections to our internalized homophobia and from there, to the misogyny that lies at the basis of them both. A woman who nurtures herself with food, and who does so without guilt, shame, and self-hate has challenged a very basic message given women against feeling worthy of love and sustenance. A lesbian who loves herself and her love of other women and does so without guilt, shame, and self-hate breaks another such rule, that of compulsory heterosexuality. A woman who is spending time and energy on her own pleasure by feeding herself lovingly, by using the resources available to her, by taking as much space as her body grows into, is as clearly revolutionary as is the woman who loves, values, and commits her energies to the love of women. It is quite natural and healthy for women to rebel against the woman-hating inherent in both fat-oppression and homophobia. So-called "eating-disordered" women are the most obvious causalities of that battle. The struggle to be able to stay thin enough while still eating enough to satisfy hunger is often manifested in the alternative bouts of bingeing, purging, and laxative abuse found in bulimia, or in the swings between compulsive stuffing and compulsive dieting found in other women who feel too fat."]

#laura s. brown #the boston lesbian psychologies collective #lesbian literature #cw disordered eating #cw weight mention #transcribed

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homicidal-slvt · 8 months

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*Completes any mundane task* Wow, I'm so pussypower girlboss

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graphicpolicy · 1 year

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Preview: Lazarus Planet: Next Evolution #1

Lazarus Planet: Next Evolution #1 preview. Good and bad, yin and yang…all sides of humanity will be transformed by the Lazarus event…and in the DC Universe one thing’s for sure: heroes will always rise #comics #comicbooks

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#alejandro sanchez #alitha martinez #brandon t. snider #chuck brown #clayton henry #comic books #Comics #david marquez #dc comics #delilah s. dawson #laura braga #lazarus planet #lazarus planet: next evolution #ram v.#ro stein

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roseunspindle · 10 months

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Books with “B” Authors that I Own and Need to Read Part 6

* That Lass o' Lowrie's

#booklr #tbr shelf shaming #authors #books #Roseanne A. Brown #Tobias S. Buckell #E.A. Wallis Budge #Lois McMaster Bujold #Laura Bulbeck #editor*#Elizabeth C. Bunce #Chris Bunch #Peter Burke #Ben Lucien Burman #frances hodgson burnett #edgar rice burroughs #Jim Butcher #image heavy #long post

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nonsensology · 2 months

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This was supposed to just be a rough sketch, but then I started getting really invested in it.

I hadn't initially intended to include so many picture book characters, but the nostalgia was overwhelming. Does anyone remember the animated short films produced by Weston Woods? My local library used to have a bunch of them on the Scholastic VHS tapes from the late 90s. (I know some shorts were released on the Children's Circle VHS tapes back in the 80s (🎶 Come on along! Come on along! Join the caravan!), and some were packaged in Sammy's Story Shop in 2008.)

Characters:

Max, from Where the Wild Things Are, written and illustrated by Maurice Sendak

Peter, from The Snowy Day, written and illustrated by Ezra Jack Keats

Brother Bear and Sister Bear, from The Berenstain Bears series, written and illustrated by Stan and Jan Berenstain

Pooh and Piglet, from the Winnie-the-Pooh books, by A. A. Milne, illustrated by E. H. Shepard

Owen, from Owen, written and illustrated by Kevin Henkes.

Mouse, from If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, by Laura Joffe Numeroff, illustrated by Felicia Bond

Louis, from The Trumpet of the Swan, by E. B. White

Mr. Toad, from The Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame, based on the illustrations by E. H. Shepard

Mr. Tumnus, from The Chronicles of Narnia series, by C. S. Lewis

Pippi and Mr. Nilsson, from the Pippi Longstocking books, by Astrid Lindgren

Willy Wonka, from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, by Roald Dahl, based on the illustrations by Quentin Blake

Matilda, from Matilda, by Roald Dahl, based on the illustrations by Quentin Blake (with an homage to the Mara Wilson movie)

Peter Pan and Tinker Bell, from Peter Pan, by J. M. Barrie

Merlin and Archimedes, from The Sword in the Stone, by T. H. White, based on the illustrations by Dennis Nolan

Pinocchio, from Pinocchio, by Carlo Collodi, based on the illustrations by Enrico Mazzanti

Alice, White Rabbit, and Cheshire Cat, from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll, illustrated by John Tenniel

Rupert Bear, from the Rupert stories, created by Mary Tourtel and continued by Alfred Bestall, John Harrold, Stuart Trotter, and others.

Arthur Read, from the Arthur series, written and illustrated by Marc Brown

Tin Woodman and Scarecrow, from the Land of Oz series, by L. Frank Baum, based on the illustrations by W. W. Denslow and John R. Neill

The Cat in the Hat, from The Cat in the Hat, written and illustrated by Dr. Seuss

a frog on a flying lily pad, from Tuesday, written and illustrated by David Wiesner

Charlotte, from Charlotte's Web, by E. B. White

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dawnisdreamlanding · 5 months

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CHAPTER 1

Ghost x Reader x Konig

(Neighbour!au and Roommate!au cause I can't get enough of them hehe)

Also like for this fic just don't mind how this would actually never happen in real life + don't think too much about the logic in this story. It's all purely fictional and for your entertainment :)

You want to go home.

Your apartment keys jingle as they hang from your fingers. Room 409. You sigh. It’s been a long day, to say the least. All you want to do is to just relax and unwind like you would any other Friday with a glass of wine and that dumpster fire of a Netflix show that is ‘Emily in Paris’. You let out another long sigh waiting for the elevator to reach the lobby. At least Emily lives a much more exciting and drama-filled life than you did with your 9 to 5 job.

You stare at your feet, trying to find something to pass the time that seems to drag on for forever. Your feet are already killing you from your high heels that you’ve been wearing for over 9 hours. Usually, you would be home by 7 — it’s 11 — especially on a Friday. Laura, a close coworker of yours went on pregnancy leave, meaning you’re working more hours to cover her absence.

Your phone buzzes with a reminder from your calendar app — oh great, it’s already 12. ‘RENT PAYMENT DUE IN A WEEK.’ You haven’t found a roommate to occupy that extra bedroom in your apartment even after 2 months of your listing being put online. Granted, you should’ve started looking for a new roommate the moment your previous one told you they were moving out, but you were too busy for that! You tap your foot impatiently. How long does it take for an elevator to travel up 2 floors from the carpark to the lobby?

The elevator doors open with a ‘ding!’ and you’re met with the giant of a man that is this mysterious guy wearing all black. His brown hair and matching brown eyes make him dashing and the scars littering on his face adds on to his good looks somehow. “’s rude to stare, love.” His gruff voice snaps you out of it. “R-right, sorry.” To say he was intimidating was an understatement, but god was he good looking.

When you’re both in the elevator, the usual smell of the clean, bleached scent is replaced with the smell of cigarettes and an undertone of gunpowder? Whatever it is, you much prefer it over the smell of bleach you’ve been used to for months. The elevator ride is silent and you both get off the same floor to go our separate ways… except he was following you!

You get a little bit nervous as anyone would if a tall, maybe 190cm buff guy was following you a few steps behind. “What apartment you in?” You say with panic filling your body with each step. Oh god, you don’t wanna die yet! “410.” He responds. “Oh.” Well, that makes more sense.

“I’m your neighbor then! Nice to meet you.” You smile and introduce yourself. He hums in response. “Simon Riley.” He says, nodding at you in acknowledgement. You would like to chat with this guy more, but he doesn’t strike you as talkative, as if his short replies didn’t already tell you that.

You both turn the locks on your own apartment doors. “Next time, you should really run if you think you’re in danger.” He chuckles a little to himself. You turn to look at him in shock, only to find he’s already disappeared into his apartment. So he did know! Asshole. You shake your head and enter your own apartment.

After showering, you scroll your phone on Instagram mindlessly when a notification pops up on your phone. Oh my god, someone responded to your listing! You waste no time in responding to them, despite it being ass-o-clock. You arrange to meet up with them in the afternoon, and you head to sleep hoping whoever this guy is will be a good roommate for you.

When you wake up, you’re a little behind schedule. Scrap that, VERY behind schedule. You haven’t cleaned up the apartment and made it presentable to your possible roommate yet, and you’re gonna meet him in 20 minutes downstairs! You hurriedly stuff all the clothes you find lying around in the living room into your own bedroom and clean the kitchen counters — you know the drill.

As soon as you’re done arranging the last piece of furniture in the living room, you rush out of the door, bumping into that neighbor you met last night. You give him a quick, “Morning, Simon!” before rushing past him, not even giving him time to greet you back.

Somehow by the grace of god, you’re right on time to meet the guy. You agree to meet him at the café right across your apartment complex, and holy fuck. There’s no way this 2 meter guy is your roommate. You both stare at each other awkwardly before you decide to go up to him. “Konig?” I say, and he nods. Oh he is.

#ghost x reader #könig x reader #konig x you #simon ghost riley #konig x reader #ghost x reader x konig #konig cod #konig call of duty #ghost cod #call of duty x reader #ghost x you

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billiedeansbitch · 1 year

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𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 [𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏]

𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: Larissa was compelled to use her annual leave to take care of her nieces for five days; what she wasn’t expecting was that an unnecessarily attractive baby-sitter would be accompanying her as well.

a/n: The Bouchards are original characters.

warning/s: none for this chapter.

Next part >>

Sunday afternoon, the Bouchard’s family car halted in their driveway, a woman in her early forties exited from the passenger’s side as the kids—Tory and Laura, came bolting out of the door and running toward the woman, engulfing her thighs with their dainty, but strong arms. Enamoured, the woman kissed their foreheads, gently stroking their backs with her soft-looking palms.

Mr. Bouchard—or Adam, as he insistently told you to call him, hauled two suitcases from the trunk, both were no less elegant as the tall woman who exudes a promising character, with the finest, breath-taking, blue eyes. The gods had been so kind to her.

The children peeled themselves off of her as per their mother's request to let the woman breathe, which then was dismissed by the woman with a wave of her hand and let the children pamper her with delightful hugs. They surely loved her.

Bewitched, you couldn’t help but wonder in between Mr and Mrs Bouchard, was the one related to the woman. It was hard to gamble, none of them had any resemblance with her, not with the nose, not the eyes—they all had brown eyes and all brunettes…

Registering Mrs Bouchard’s voice, you snapped from reverie that caught you, “Yes?” she beckoned you to her side. With the little amount of time you took your eyes off her, you were surprised to see the woman was already by the door with the kids clinging on both of her sides, offering a pleasant smile.

Mrs Bouchard took the courtesy and introduced you to the other woman and vice versa. After exchanging pleasantries you offered to take her coat.

“It’s okay. Here, let me help.” Truly, your motive was to innocently help her discard the coat. However, you were attacked at the moment of weakness when the expanse of pale, supple skin made an impression on your eyes. Your mouth gaped at the appetizing sight. She wore a green sleeveless dress, flaunting a good amount of skin that your eyes drink fairly well.

Larissa, who was very much aware of your lingering gaze, cleared her throat and handed her coat over, “Thank you,” and you dismissed yourself, taking her coat, which you secretly inhaled as it was rich with her scent. And your heart clenched in response to the smell. It was new to your nose, smelling of fresh cut flowers and vanilla, with some hint of peach…

While the family started to welcome their guest, you busied yourself tidying the toys the children had played with prior to their Aunt’s arrival. From time to time, your eyes would wander, seeking for the silver-haired woman, it was a challenge not to, her presence seemed to demand attention, your attention specifically.

As an unfamiliar flutter called for your attention, your cheeks consequently warmed. You hadn’t been this engrossed over a person in so long, and while it appeared to be exciting, it also felt melancholic. A woman of her age would certainly not bat an eye at you, you looked young, inexperienced, out of her league. It was never going to work out.

Later, while the children were keeping their Aunt occupied, the wife and husband went about every nook and cranny of their house, checking what else they have missed for their four day vacation in the Bahamas and you watched them dizzily as you munched your sandwich in the breakfast nook.

Panting, Renata Bouchard stopped by, steadying herself by the table, her other hand squeezing your freehand, “Thank you. Thank you so much for doing this at the last minute. I owe my life to you.”

A soft, sincere smile appeared on your lips, “It’s no big deal. I love watching your kids.” And watching their aunt…

Renata couldn’t help herself but pull you into a hug. It was awkward but no less genuine.

“Honey! It’s five! We have to go! We don’t want to miss our plane!” Mr Bouchard yelled somewhere in the house.

“Will you fetch the kids and Larissa, sweetheart?”

While the parents struggled with goodbyes, it was also evident that they couldn’t wait and get in the damned car and leave.

When the car disappeared from your eye-line, the kids had long gone and retreated to their own rooms doing God-knows-what that was keeping them entertained.

A voice bloomed in the background.

“Do you really not speak much?” Larissa spoke with a playful bite in her tone, arching her sculpted brow.

In surprise, your body jolted. You had thought she went inside as well.

“You have seem to render me speechless is all”

“Goodness, tell me it isn’t because I intimidate you, dear.”

You gave her a smile with sheer confidence to deceive her into thinking you weren’t burning with desire and said, “No, not at all, Ms Weems.” As if.

You didn’t know how you broke the eye contact, but you did and walked past her, aiming straight for the kitchen with your poor heart beating so fast. And without another word, you started making dinner.

She didn’t follow. Thank God. But as the pasta boiled and the sauce and meatballs were nearly cooked, Larissa appeared. Before the smile that was quite fixated there already, get you distracted, you shield your eyes away and focus on steering the sauce.

“That smells delicious.” Larissa was standing right behind you now, hovering, if she ever so desired to lean her body forward, her front would have touched yours and your body would have burned from the contact. Lucky you she maintained a tiny space, perfect to torture you.

With clenched jaw, you turn, carefully so as you were mindful of how thin the gap was between the two of you. She looked down at you, “Do you mind?” She wanted to taste it.

“Please, help yourself.” Expecting her to grab a spoon from the drawer, Larissa decidedly not to and just wrapped her hand around yours to lift the wooden spoon and guide it to her mouth catching you off guard. She blew a couple times before tasting the red sauce and licked her lips.

Larisa made a sound, making it known that she liked it, “This might be the best spaghetti sauce I’ve ever tasted in a while.”

You felt her withdraw her hand, and you intently watched it settle on the blade of your shoulder, her thumb affectionately stroking over the skin where the hem of the sleeve just ended.

“T-thank you.”

She smiled one last time—although if you stared longer you would have convinced yourself it was a smirk—before leaving the kitchen, and said something about getting the kids ready for dinner.

A long exhale escaped your lips, your shoulders sagging, unaware of how tensed they were until now. You took a pause, supporting yourself as you grip on the edge of the counter, trying to collect yourself as much. She took a lot from you, the very little time she had you practically trapped between the stove and her body, had drained you.

Your gaze fell on your right hand, the skin still tingled from her touch. Did she know what she was doing to you? Was it deliberate? Because if so, you were willing to play with her, whatever game it was in her head, you would dutifully play the part she wanted you to even if it included acting dumb.

Dinner went civil. The girls enjoyed the spaghetti and meatballs without a fuss. You kept yourself collected. She kept her tricks all to herself. Every once in a while, you two would eye each other and just harmlessly smile, trying to see which of you would break first. It was a fun night.

After Larissa guided both twins to clean their hands, Laura spoke, “Auntie, can you read to us before we sleep?”

From the sink you watched her crouched to their level, “Anything for my munchinks,” Something about the woman’s lively, blue eyes made you wish they were looking at you with the same dose of affection she was giving the siblings, her red lips curving into a smile. Your heart almost ached for some bit of her warmth.

The adoration only strengthened at this point, and you knew it would only fiercely grow each and every time she would show off her billion-dollar smile.

You watched the trio disappear in the twins’ bedroom, you chose to stay behind despite the ridiculous longing you felt, giving them the time to bond with each other as it was crucial for Larissa’s first night with the kids and you weren’t going to take that away from her. You didn’t want to be on her bad side.

It was still early in the night, only ten minutes past nine and the twins were already asleep without any commotion at all. When Larissa returned with a proud gleam in her eyes, sauntered toward the kitchen to rummaged for some liquid courage, hoping it would spark a nice chat with you. And that was when her eyes found a note on the counter.

“Be right back. Just getting some stuff next door.” It read. The corners of her mouth twitched upward.

When Renata divulged the piece of information to her that you would be staying to help her around with the children before they left, she was more elated with the idea than the other woman anticipated. You looked like a nice companion, although you weren’t entirely there for her own benefit, but still having another grown up around would make this whole experience less nerve-wrecking.

And she nearly cursed when her eyes landed on what she described as an unnecessarily attractive baby-sitter and a very intriguing one at that.

Earlier when the kids’ father was pacing around the house looking for his damn keys, Renata told you he was supposed to have already left half an hour ago to the airport to pick up the kids’ aunt. You didn’t know why you expected an old, mean lady, hunched with greying hair wearing a dress and a cardigan combo. Perhaps the way he sweat and paced like he was losing his balls made you think that.

And then surprise, bomb drop, it was a stunning woman with gorgeous red lips. A woman who was dizzyingly attractive with an impressive stature, her elegance called for attention, and it effortlessly captured yours. Fucking hell, Renata absolutely skipped that part.

When your overnight backpack was ready, you left the house, lip worrying between your teeth and hands in your pockets.

The front door opened, Larissa was already settled, sitting on the long couch with her long legs crossed, they were clad in her skin toned tights, you noticed. Her feet were freed from her heels and curling from the cold of the night. She was much more relaxed, more approachable and casual.

“There you are, come and join me, sweetheart.”

Her gaze danced around your legs, finding it hard to keep her eyes off of the skin that your shorts were flaunting. It was a riveting sight. But she urged herself to gather some decency and look away.

The soft glow of the lamps hid the blush on your cheeks quite well. You sat opposite her, “Let me pour you some.” She had a smile curling on her lips.

“So, tell me about yourself, dear. What do you do when you’re not babysitting my nieces?”

“I’m a part time college instructor. I work on Tuesdays and Fridays and sometimes I cover for other professors.” So you were a teacher…

She handed you the glass, you gladly accepted. It causes your fingers to brush against each other.

“Fascinating…and what do you teach?

“Philosophy.” A beat of silence.

Larissa shifted in her seat, somehow it caused her dress to bunch up, giving more sight of her thighs. She cleared her throat, “So, are you married? What’s the deal with you? I can’t seem to read you.”

It made you flushed. “I’ve no husband.” She arched her brows, unbelieving. “A boyfriend perhaps?”

You shook your head. The tension only thickened. “No men.” Larissa knew what you were trying to point out. With a satisfied hum, you saw a fleeting smirk on her lips before she drank the remaining of her wine.

From the visible curiosity in your eyes Larissa tilted her head to the side and said: “What is it you want to ask?”

It prompted your eyes to look into her piercing gaze, “How about you?” pertaining to her status.

“Married.” You felt your finger grow cold right then, breath caught in your throat. “To my job.” She finished.

If you were right, and listened very well, this person here was an esteemed Principal of an outcast academy in Vermont. It all made sense with her posture, the authority in her voice, and her allure—which you were yet to find out if it was because she was an outcast herself or it was naturally all her.

And suddenly, you thought what kind of an outcast she was, but you decided against asking, feeling you’d be imposing.

When silence befallen, you took it as a cue to speak your mind about something that had been worrying since having been left alone with the woman, “I hope you are not offended by my presence. I’m not sure what you were expecting but I’m sure as hell I was not included in the picture yet here I am.”

“Oh no, not at all. Actually it’s quite the contrary. I’m absolutely delighted to have extra hands to help with the kids as I am no mother myself.”

You pressed yourself further into the seat and muttered: “I’m pleased to hear that.” Pleased to which part exactly?

Many glasses later, your eyes could finally roam around without shame, and you started saying things like, “You’re so beautiful.” But mostly they were whispers you meant to keep only to yourself but she heard of them and blushed in response to your kind affection. And you were aware of the unconcealed looks she gave.

So maybe if you tell her now that you find her fascinating and attractive, she would smile at you and tell you she liked you, ending whatever the on-going game was. And then your eyes would linger to her lips, she would ask if she could kiss you and you would nod with trembling urgency to feel her mouth. She would then close the gap and you would be kissing under moonlit night, the bottle of wine forgotten in the coffee table.

The whole idea of it was so tempting. But it wasn’t easy to do. Not even when you were wine drunk.

Now you felt like you were fooling yourself. “It’s getting late, I should go.”

You got up, smoothing your clammy palms over the denim that clung to your thighs. “If you need anything, the room I’ll be staying in is only next to yours.”

Larissa wanted to bid you a good night kiss, so she attempted to stand up but suddenly felt unsteady on her feet, “Oh, careful.” Your body moved close, ready to catch her if she were to lose balance.

Now, you couldn’t leave this woman alone here, could you? “I think I should take you to your bed first.”

She hummed, agreeing to your proposal. Larissa was a silent drunk, she only hummed and nodded, considerably cooperative, too. You got back with a full glass of water and a tablet so she could take care of her headache in the morning.

It felt like hours of being rooted on the floor, on stand-by in case she needed anything more, and then you finally snapped, concluding that Larissa had quietly fallen asleep.

Much to your dismay, there was no accidental kissing that happened.

“Good night, Larissa.” You finally said, and walked away.

#larissa weems imagine #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie imagines #gwendoline christie #wednesday netflix

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pigeonflavouredcake · 1 year

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My Grimoire Research Library

this is a list of my major resource I've referenced/am currently referencing in my big grimoire project. For books I'll be linking the Goodreads page, for pdfs, websites and videos i'll link them directly.

There are plenty of generalised practitioner resources that can work for everyone but as I have Irish ancestry and worship Hellenic deities quite a few of my resources are centred around Celtic Ireland, ancient Greece and the Olympic mythos. If you follow other sects of paganism you are more than welcome to reblog with your own list of resources.

Parts of my grimoire discuss topics of new age spiritualism, dangerous conspiracy theories, and bigotry in witchcraft so some resources in this list focus on that.

Books

Apollodorus - The Library of Greek Mythology

Astrea Taylor - Intuitive Witchcraft

Dee Dee Chainey & Willow Winsham - Treasury of Folklore: Woodlands and Forests

John Ferguson - Among The Gods: An Archaeological Exploration of Ancient Greek Religion

Katharine Briggs - The Fairies in Tradition and Literature

Kevin Danaher - The Year in Ireland: Irish Calendar Customs

Laura O'Brien - Fairy Faith in Ireland

Lindsey C. Watson - Magic in Ancient Greece and Rome

Nicholas Culpeper - Culpeper's Complete Herbal

Plutarch - The Rise and Fall of Athens: Nine Greek Lives

R.B. Parkinson - A Little Gay History: Desire and Diversity Around the World

Rachel Patterson - Seventy Eight Degrees of Wisdom: A Tarot Journey to Self-Awareness

Raleigh Briggs - Make Your Place: Affordable & Sustainable Nesting Skills

Robin Wall Kimmerer - Braiding Sweetgrass

Ronald Hutton - The Witch: A History of Fear in Ancient Times

Rosemary Ellen Guiley - The Encyclopaedia of Witches and Witchcraft

Thomas N. Mitchell - Athens: A History of the World's First Democracy

Walter Stephens - Demon Lovers: Witchcraft S3x and the Crisis of Belief

Yvonne P. Chireau - Black Magic: Religion and The African American Conjuring Tradition

PDFs

Anti Defamation League - Hate on Display: Hate Symbols Database

Brandy Williams - White Light, Black Magic: Racism in Esoteric Thought

Cambridge SU Women’s Campaign - How to Spot TERF Ideology 2.0.

Blogs and Websites

Anti Defamation League

B. Ricardo Brown - Until Darwin: Science and the Origins of Race

Dr. S. Deacon Ritterbush - Dr Beachcomb

Folklore Thursday

Freedom of Mind Resource Centre - Steven Hassan’s BITE Model of Authoritarian Control

Institute for Strategic Dialogue

Royal Horticultural Society

The Duchas Project -National Folklore Collection

Vivienne Mackie - Vivscelticconnections

YouTube Videos

ContraPoints - Gender Critical

Emma Thorne Videos - Christian Fundie Says Halloween is SATANIC!

Owen Morgan (Telltale) - The Source Of All Conspiracies: A 1902 Document Called "The Protocols"

The Belief it or Not Podcast - Ep. 40 Satanic Panic, Ep 92. Wicca

Wendigoon - The Conspiracy Theory Iceberg

Other videos I haven't referenced but you may still want to check out

Atun-Shei Films - Ancient Aryans: The History of Crackpot N@zi Archaeology

Belief It Or Not - Ep. 90 - Logical Fallacies

Dragon Talisman - Tarot Documentary (A re-upload of the 1997 documentary Strictly Supernatural: Tarot and Astrology)

Lindsay Ellis - Tracing the Roots of Pop Culture Transphobia

Overly Sarcastic Productions - Miscellaneous Myths Playlist

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ReignBot - How Ouija Boards Became "Evil" | Obscura Archive Ep. 2

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Weird Reads with Emily Louise -The Infamous Hoaxes Iceberg Playlist

Wendigoon - The True Stories of the Warren Hauntings: The Conjuring, Annabelle, Amityville, and Other Encounters

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the-bi-library · 1 year

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Bi/bisexual books out in May! ❤️💜💙

We have 30 bi books out this month! Here is the goodreads list of these books 💕

Preorders help the authors greatly, so make sure to preorder any book(s) that catch your interest 💕

Make sure to check the TWs and ratings for all the books if necessary 💕

Books listed

💕 Imogen, Obviously by Becky Albertalli 💕 That Summer Feeling by Bridget Morrissey 💕 Love at First Set by Jennifer Dugan 💕 They Hate Each Other by Amanda Woody 💕 Forever Is Now by Mariama J. Lockington 💕 The Battle Drum by Saara El-Arifi 💕 City of Vicious Night by Claire Winn 💕 Ava's Demon, Book One: Reborn by Michelle Fus 💕 Something Like Possible by Miel Moreland 💕The Secret Summer Promise by Keah Brown 💕 Queried Sick by Dallas Smith 💕 The Luis Ortega Survival Club by Sonora Reyes 💕 Wake by Jae Waller 💕 Pantheon Girls by Jean Copeland 💕 The Girl Next Door by Cecilia Vinesse 💕 Boyslut: A Memoir and Manifesto by Zachary Zane 💕 Wild Things by Laura Kay 💕 A Shadow Crown by Melissa Blair 💕 If You Still Recognise Me (Hardcover Edition) by Cynthia So 💕 To Shape a Dragon's Breath by Moniquill Blackgoose 💕 Bitterthorn by Kat Dunn 💕 Orphia and Eurydicius by Elyse John 💕 They Ain’t Proper by M.B. Guel 💕 Your Love is Not Good by Johanna Hedva 💕 Dragonfall by L.R. Lam 💕 The Scandalous Letters of V and J by Felicia Davin 💕 Trials of the Innermost by Jonathan Fuller 💕 Fiddle and Fire by Ariella Talix 💕 The Blighted Stars by Megan E. O'Keefe 💕 Season of Skulls by Charles Stross

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hiii this is my first ever request and i’m a big fan of your fanfictions! may i request a fyodor x scarlet witch! s/o where they both are working together? i don’t really have a specific scenario for it but the idea would be really cool!

the hex was the easy part

bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): spoilers for bsd s4, reference to wanda maximoff in mcu's doctor strange in the multiverse of madness

╰➤ PAIRING(s): fyodor dostoevsky

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which you, the scarlet witch, turns out to be fyodor dostoevsky's s/o, much to dazai osamu and the armed detective agency's dismay as you betray them.

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): haunted by laura les

if there was one thing about you, it was that you had once been a member of the armed detective agency, even being proclaimed as one of its extraordinary members, much like nakahara chuuya is to the port mafia due to your great talent.

[surname] [name].

you were even dubbed the "scarlet witch" of the detective agency because of your red psionics, but they regarded you as someone who is genuinely determined to serve and kind despite how dangerous your chaos magic may be.

however, following an incident in which you and your ability went haywire, you immediately defected from the agency and fled, wishing to be in "exile" because you were ashamed and guilty of the conduct you had performed.

because of how tremendous and dangerous your ability, your chaos magic, was, so many lives were lost that day. it fact, it was so great that it goes against dazai osamu's no longer human ability, which means he can't nullify it like other gifts.

it was a beautiful and sunny afternoon, and you were plucking branches from your apple trees that were no longer useful on your little home somewhere a little out of the way from the city, when a familiar voice sounded from behind you.

"so, this is what you've been up to, belladonna." dazai chuckled softly as he approached you, glancing at the tree branches in your grasp, "you've been plucking branches it seems."

you found yourself smiling at the familiar nickname that your former colleague at the armed detective agency had always given you. with that, you turned behind your back and faced dazai, who was still dressed in the same long brown coat and bandages as the day you met him.

"i knew you'd show up eventually," you sighed softly, shaking your head and fiddling with the tree branches you'd pulled.

"you're probably here to talk about what happened in the past, huh?" you shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "i've made mistakes and people were hurt that day, dazai" you said softly, looking down at your feet.

"hey, now. i'm not here to talk about what had already happened, belladonna," dazai said softly as he gently moved a palm to your cheek, catching your tears with his thumb, "and besides, i'm certain you have already repented to decide to do the right thing."

"then, why are you here?" you questioned, blinking as you looked up and tilted your head at dazai, mustering a light giggle in your voice, "don't tell me you're here to convince me to return to the armed detective agency, dazai."

"hmm, maybe it's something like that," dazai said, scratching the back of his head with a slight smile on his lips, "but yes, i do need your help, sweet belladonna. something is about to happen and i need additional eyes and ears."

"hmm, is it fyodor dostoevsky?" you muttered softly, thinkingly holding your chin with index finger and thumb.

"huh, i haven't said an exact thing and yet you already have a clue," dazai replied, his brow furrowed slightly.

you bit back a smile as you shook your head at dazai, "well, he did used to be a former enemy of the detective agency, especially during the cannibalism virus incident. if it weren't for you and fitzgerald's eyes of god, he wouldn't have been arrested, but given that man, he's just not one to simply rest, and i fear that fyodor getting arrested is just the start of something bigger."

dazai started by saying, "you know, belladonna, sometimes i wonder if you're too smart for your own good, or maybe, it's really just your chaos magic or mind reading ability," his tone dropping an octave as he fixed his gaze on you.

"hmm? what do you mean by that, dazai?" you asked, tilting your head at him.

dazai responded in a solemn tone, "i'm not thinking of that demon fyodor right now, thus it would be impossible for you to read my thoughts to be able to say that."

with that, dazai's gaze darkened, "and another, sweet belladonna, i don't remember telling you how i found him with the help of fitzegerald and his eyes of god. you weren't in that café nor have i gotten contact with during that time as you were helping the others out, and most importantly, the way you're addressing that demon is putting me off."

you stared at dazai for a brief moment, blinking before a smile crept on your face, "you know, the hex was the easy part, but the lying?"

you sighed and shook your head with a sweet and compassionate smile, but it didn't take long for it to become sinisterly cold as you continued speaking, "not so much."

your red psionics had sprung from your fingertips and taken over the entire place with the wave of your palm. as reality warped before his eyes, dazai took a step back, his eyes widening slightly.

the cottage you lived in from afar, together with the apple trees and farm that had been an illusion the whole time, turned out to be a red terrible barren landscape of dead trees and blood red skies devoid of any indications of life.

when he turned around to find you in a different outfit, his heart plummeted a little as he took in his new surroundings. you were no longer wearing your red coat, but the regalia and robes of the scarlet witch, which appeared corrupted as the tight bodice of your outfit looked like cracks in glass. your lids and lips were deeper, your features were sharper, and your fingertips were dipped in an inky blacky color.

"oh, belladonna.. you really are deserving of the nickname of that deadly flower," dazai said with a bittersweet smile as he shook his head and faced you, "such a beautiful and dangerous, yet tainted little thing have you become because of that demon fyodor. it's a real shame, truly."

you chuckled softly, tilting your head at dazai at the mention of your darling, "my beloved only showed me truth."

dazai suddenly felt a lump form on his throat as he furrowed his brows, "your.. beloved?"

a dark laugh escaped your breath, "you had no clue? my, my. i was expecting more from the intelligent and strategic mind of yours, dazai. i guess fyodor's way better than you. obviously."

as it dawned on him, dazai quickly raised his guard and began to back away from you. you willingly chose to remain behind during the cannibalism incident and you purposefully caused the accident to give yourself an excuse to ultimately defect from the armed detective agency.

everything went as planned by you and fyodor.

"just what the hell do you and that demon have in mind?" dazai's tone had changed to a cold and harsh as his narrowed eyes glared at you.

"to do god's will," you said, a sinister smile coming across your lips as you lifted a hand, allowing red psionics to ooze from your fingertips, "create a world without sin that is."

your red psionics seized him instantly and held him by the collar and coat, raising him from the ground as you twitched your blackened fingertips, just before he could flee, "ah, ah, ah~ you're not going anywhere just yet, dazai."

"belladonna, if you're going to kill me, just do it already," dazai smiled darkly at you, "you know death is something i will always welcome with open arms."

"kill you? oh, no!" you shook your head as you placed your hands on your hip and smiled, "i can't possibly do that, even if i wanted to and could do it with just a snap of my fingers."

"then, why is that? what do you want from me?" dazai raised a brow at you.

"because i want to see how the other side's king will play against my own king in this game of chess, and more importantly," with a flick of your finger, dazai was dragged towards you by your red psionics and you pressed your lips against his ear, "you can bury the past, but it will come back, one way or another, and i will make that your very reality, dazai osamu."

just as dazai was about to snap at you, reality warped before his eyes once more, and the next thing he knew, as he looked around with heavy and sharped breaths, you were gone without a trace, and he was no longer in the red hellish barren landscape you had created using your chaos magic, but in a race track, and it wasn't long before he was approached by a blind man with white hair and red tips.

[ author's notes ! this was way shorter than i had originally planned. oh my god, but hi, yes! today's offer is evil! scarlet witch! reader hehe. ok but fr, i wanted this to be a bit longer but with everything that's been going on in my life, this is the best i could do for now. fyodor isn't even exactly in this writing, and i'm so sorry for that, but i hope it still suffices. thank you so much for requesting and reading (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

p.s. ! sorry i haven't been active. i think it's been four days since i've written anything!! i'm actually done with my final term and final year of senior high school, and will be graduating real soon, but transitioning from high school and college is hectic because of the requirements and stuff, so yeah. i'm going to be on semi-hiatus because of it sadly :( ]

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Sightseeing - Dale Cooper x gn!reader

Fandom - Twin Peaks

Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff Warning(s): Just light teasing and flirting. Cuss words, kinda slow burn romance. Reader is gender neutral and works as a journalist. Veryyy cheesy lmao Words: 1.6K Summary: Meeting Special Agent Dale Cooper when visiting Double R Diner English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing!AO3 link

“More coffee?”

The waitress Shelly, at Double R Diner asks you with a smile. You look up from the mess of paperworks and at the blonde woman.

“It’s needed.” You reply with a smile. She fills the cup with more coffe. “Thank you!”

“What are you doing?”

“My boss gave me this article to write. Economy stuff…”

“No more paranormal articles?”

You shrug.

“Oh I wish… But apparently that was too much ‘bullshit’ for the newspapers.”

“He said that? I’m sorry to hear that. Norma and I liked your articles.”

“Thank you.” At least you feel a bit appreciated now. She meets your smile. “But it is what it is, I guess…” You sigh and are about to go back to the mess on the table, but get distracted when the door opens when a man in his 30’s enters. He is dressed in a suit, with a beige trench coat layered over.

When Shelly greets him as “Detective Cooper”, your curiosity rises.

“You haven’t met him before? He’s been here for a couple of weeks!” Shelly says to you when noticing the way you look at Cooper. “He’s a bit… Weird, but nice. He’s here almost everyday, for coffee and pie.”

She giggles and looks his way. You can’t help but look too. He has dark-brown slicked back hair, which matches his dark eyes. The waitress notices how you stare at the special agent, and smirks.

“Ah… You got a good eye for him already? You should say hi.”

With that, she leaves you to greet Cooper, leaving you too stunned to speak. Did she just…? Your face is burning as you look away, before it’s too obvious you’re staring at the mysterious man. You once again read through the papers and take notes, whilst fidgeting with your pen.

“May I?” When you look up, you meet a pair of warm brown eyes. “Or am I interrupting work?”

“Not at all!” You quickly fix the mess on the table, and toss it aside so the man can sit across from you. He takes a seat, placing his coffee cup and a pie on the table. He takes off the coat and fixes the black blazer underneath. You try not to stare, but it’s difficult to look away. He’s handsome, there's no denying that.

“I’m Special Agent Dale Cooper. May I ask for your name?”

He speaks so formally, and his voice is soft as he asks you for your name. As you tell him your name and offer a handshake, he smiles and takes your hand in his own big warm hand.

“How long have you been in town?” You ask whilst sipping the warm coffee.

“It’s been two weeks!”

“I see… Is it the Laura Palmer case?” You feel slightly ashamed at how curious and nosy you sound. With a chuckle you’re quick to add: “Sorry, I don’t wanna sound like a nosy journalist.”

“Aren’t you a journalist?” Cooper smirks and nods at the papers next to you.

You chuckle and meet his eyes again, and can’t help but feel warm from the way he looks at you.

“Yea… But not one of those journalists!”

“It’s ok.. I can’t say too much, but indeed I’m working on the Laura Palmer case.”

“It’s horrible that such things happen in Twin Peaks.”

Cooper nods in agreement and looks at you with compassion, and his eyes have that shine that you already like, despite only having known him for a couple of minutes.

“Yea… Especially such a young woman.”

You nod, and there's a heavy silence between the two of you before Cooper looks at the bunch of papers next to you.

“So… Journalist, huh? What are you writing about?”

“Local news mostly! But there's not much going on in town. So I’m writing about politics, economy… Yea.”

You sigh, showing your dislike a bit too much. The brown haired man looks sad for you.

“And what do you like writing about?”

“Well…” His question startles you a bit. But then you remember Shellys words: He’s a bit… Weird. Those exact same things, people tend to think about you. “I like writing about historical events in town. And… Well, paranormal cases.”

He gets a big smile on his face.

“That’s so interesting! I would love to read those articles.”

It warms your heart. Never before has someone been this interested in your work.

The two of you get really well along. It feels like you’ve been sitting there for ages, talking shit, when you realize what time it is.

“I should go back to work”

Dale looks a bit disappointed, and so do you. You’d love to continue this discussion.

“I’d love to see that National Forest you mentioned.”

“I’d love to take you there… Tell me, are you free this weekend?” You realize how flirty that sounded. The last thing you want is to make someone you like uncomfortable. Luckily, he doesn’t look weirded out at all.

“I’d like that very much.”

“Well then… I’ll pick you up outside The Great Northern on Saturday at 2?” He nods, and you grab the paperwork, and gives him a quick smile. “Well then, see you later, Dale.”

As you leave, Dale’s eyes follow you, and he can’t help but admire your beauty, intelligence and way of talking. You’re also one of few to call him by his first name and he likes that. He finishes the coffee and pie, already dreaming about meeting you again.

Silly enough, you feel nervous as you pull up with your car at the parking lot outside the hotel where Dale is staying.

There's still 5 minutes left, but you didn’t wanna run late, since you never asked for his number.

Is this a date? A sightseeing? Two friends meeting up?

Deep in thought, you barely notice when Dale knocks at the car window. You open the door and let the special agent in. He’s wearing a button up shirt and black pants as usual, layered with the coat.

“Do you have any other clothes?”

You tease. He chuckles.

“Maybe I wanna look good?”

“You do.”

As you drive towards the destination, you look at him with a smirk. Maybe it is a date?

You begin the Twin Peaks sightseeing at the National Forest, and you enthusiastically tell Dale about the history of the place, and its mysteries. He looks intrigued and asks questions, clearly interested - and not only to sound polite.

“And then, we have the Owl Cave.”

“Interesting! I need to see that.”

“You seriously wanna go in there?”

“Why not? He takes the opportunity to tease you. “Scared?”

“Well, yea! It’s a weird place!”

“Then I TOTALLY need to see it!”

His enthusiasm is contagious and you can’t do anything other than agree. Maybe you need an adventure.

Once exploring the cave, it is hard to leave. Dale asks millions of questions, walking around with the biggest smile as he tries to unravel the mysteries. It’s been one hour.

Lucky thing he’s cute, otherwise you’d be annoyed by now.

The sightseeing continues and you grow more comfortable in Dale’s company. Just like that time at the café, time seems to run away when you are with him. As the sun starts to go down, you realize how long you’ve been out for.

“You know, I know it’s getting late, but I don’t want to go home just yet.” he says, looking at you with a warm smile.

“Same. It’s so beautiful here.”

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, as you walk away from the cave, and find a place to sit. Looking out over the town of Twin Peaks, you feel a connection to the man next to you. You hope he feels the same. The evening sun shines on his face, making him even more handsome than he already was. There’s a spark between you two, a spark that can’t be ignored.

Sneakily, you take your hands out of your pocket, letting them fall to your sides. You move your hand dangerously close to Dale's hand, which radiates warmth. He feels your cold fingers slightly brush against his knuckles and it sends a shiver down his spine. If he had the courage, he would kiss you right here and now. But instead, he lets your fingers be intertwined. His warm hand makes you stop freezing momentarily, and together you look up at the sky.

You still remember how good it felt to hold his hand later that night, when trying to sleep. It was a perfect date. Because it was a date, right? The day was amazing, but you’re still wondering if it’s a bad sign you and Dale didn’t kiss.

It’s like he senses your worries. You almost throw yourself over the phone, quickly answering as Dale calls.

“I had a good time today. It was nice going sightseeing with you.”

“I had a good time, too.”

After a moment of silence, Dale’s soft voice melts your heart with only one sentence.

“I should’ve kissed you.”

“You have more opportunities.”

“So… How about I take you out tomorrow… Is that too fast?”

You smile and shake your head, although he can’t see it.

“Not at all.”

“Sweet! So… Double R Diner tomorrow? My treat.”

“Yes please.”

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”“Goodnight, Dale.”

“Goodnight. I’ll dream of you. I bet your lips are sweeter than any pie in the world.”

With those words, he hangs up, leaving you standing by the phone with a blushing face.

Now you look forward to tomorrow.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M SO IN LOVE W THIS MAN

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Telegram to President Woodrow Wilson from Jane Addams and Other Women Regarding the Deportation of Emmeline Pankhurst

Record Group 85: Records of the Immigration and Naturalization Service Series: Subject and Policy Files File Unit: Appeal of Mrs. Emmeline Pankhurst for admittance for visit, English Suffragette

This telegram petitioned the Department of Labor and their decision to deport Emmeline Pankhurst, a British suffragette. The authors wanted the board to reconsider and maintain "America's devotion to liberty."

Telegram The White House, Washington 6 PO.FD. 283 139 extra 10:25 p.m. Sa, Chicago, Ill., October 18, 1913. The President. Whereas, the Associated Press reports to the American public that Mrs. Pankhurst's deportation has been ordered by the board of inquiry at Ellis Island and, Whereas, such action is in direct violation of the traditions and customs of the United States which has always been hospitable to the political offenders and revolutionists of all nations, and, Whereas, our sister republic, France, is at the present moment sheltering Christabel Pankhurst, Now, therefore, be it resolved: That we, the undersigned women of Chicago, protest against this flagrant violation of our long established public policy, and, Be it further resolved: That we respectively petition the Department of Labor in reviewing the case of this distinguished English woman to reconsider the decision of the Board of Inquiry and to admit Mrs. Pankhurst; thus maintaining the high traditions of America's devotion to liberty and right of free speech. (Signed) Jane Addams, Louise DeKoven Bowen, Mary Rozette Smith, Mary McDowell, Margaret Dreier Robins, Harriet Taylor Treadwell, President Chicago Political Equality League; Margaret A. Haley, Business Representative Chicago Teachers' Federation; Ida L. M. Furstman, President Chicago Teachers' Federation; Mrs. Harriet S. Thompson, Director Chicago Political Equality League; Edith A. Phelps, Anna Nichols, Laura Dainty Pelham,

Telegram The White House, Washington 6 PO. Sheet 2- Chicago, Ill., Octo. 18, 1913. to the President. Stella Miles Franklin, Kathleen Hamill, Mary Foulke Morrisson, Anna Monroe, Edith Wyatt, Caroline Packard, Leonora Pease, Secretary Socialist Women's League; Mrs. L. Brackett Bishop, Marion M. Griffin, Margaret B. Dobyne, Mary E. Galvin, Judith W. Loewenthal, Agnes Nestor, E. Beatrix Dauchy, Belle Squire, Anna Willard Timneus, Emma Steghagen, Grace Wilbur Trout, Florence Holbrook, Catharine Goggin, Mary Anderson, Sophonisba Breckinridge, Edith Abbott, Esther Dresden, President Young Women's Suffrage Association; Amy Walker, Francis Harden, Anna Harden, Catharine Goggin, Mary V. Donoghue, Wilma Rhinesmith, Julia Donoghue, Serina Hayes, May E. Brown.

#archivesgov #1910s #women's suffrage #suffragette #emmeline pankhurst #jane adams #October 18 #1913

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by shadows_of_a_memory You and Dick have been friends since he was adopted by Bruce Wayne. You were there for him as Robin, Nightwing, and Batman; through strained relationship with Bruce, through Jason's death, through Bruce's death and adopting Damian, through meeting his half-sister, through any and everything thrown his way. He's returned the favor, being your rock during your father's kidnapping, return, illness, fights with aliens, and all the struggles you've been blindsided by. This is your story together. It's a long one. Words: 675, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Reader, Dick Grayson, Tony Stark, Bruce Wayne, Pepper Potts, Selina Kyle, Happy Hogan, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Helena Wayne, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster (Marvel), Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Guardians of the Galaxy Team Members (Marvel), Batfamily Members (DCU), Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Dick Grayson/Reader, Tony Stark & Reader, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Reader, Avengers Team Members (Marvel) & Reader, Avengers Team Members (Marvel) & Dick Grayson, Avengers Team Members (Marvel) & Batfamily Members (DCU), Minor or Background Relationship(s) Additional Tags: Reader is Tony Stark's Daughter, Not Canon Compliant with Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Not Civil War Team Captain America Friendly, Case Fic, background canon, Bruce Wayne is Brucie Wayne, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne is Matches Malone, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson is Robbie Malone, Adoptive Parent Dick Grayson, Established Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Secret Identity, Secret Relationship, Spies & Secret Agents, Reader-Insert, Tony Stark is Darcy Lewis's Parent, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Adopted Child, Good Friend Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Other Additional Tags to Be Added via https://ift.tt/SzRcwB2

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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figured its time for sum more chatting!

the springtime angel bombshell!!

makeup & tips to look like a glowing sweetheart angel! its spring! 🤍

here is my spring makeup routine that will leave you looking like a cherub, vs angel, glowing goddess! ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

wanna look like this, this spring? 🌸🐇🧁

remember to moisturize, spf and tone before hand! here's what i use as prep 🌸

-charlotte tilbury magic cream or laneige water bank blue hyaluronic cream moisturizer

-beauty of joseon sunscreen relief sun

-lancome hydrating toner or the caudalie natural salicylic acid pore minimzing toner

now for primer here are my go to's (water based)

-charlottle tilbury invisible UV flawless primer SPF 50 ($$$ but heaven!)

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for foundation i usually use a minimal coverage or a skin tint...💁🏼‍♀️ (again, water based 💗)

-charlotte tilbury hollywood flawless filter (can you tell i love charlottle tilbury? lol)

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-saie slip tint

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-charlottle tilbury beautiful skin medium to full coverage radiant concealer

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-nars powder blush (classic, make sure you get a shade that will give you a rosy almost 'cold' look that matches your skin tone! you wanna look flushed!

-nars afterglow liquid blush

-westman atelier baby cheeks cream blush stick (very 80's)

-GXVE dewyplump collagen boosting cheek tint

-dior forever glow maximizer longwear liquid highlighter (make sure you get it in pink! ik its highlight but it works just the same, glowy and flushed!) 🌸

-drunk elephant rosi glow drops with vitamin f

-too faced cloud crush blurring blush (soft pink!)

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-M.A.C extra dimension blush

-charlottle tilbury mini hollywood blush & glow palette (mix them with ur brush!!)

-givenchy powder

-charlottle tilbury airbrush flawless finish setting powder

-huda beauty bake powder

-hourglass powder

bronzers! wanna look sunkissed!!

-drunk elephant bronzing drops

-hourglass bronzer

-charlotte tilbury filmstar bronzer

-patrick ta bronzer (literally so 80s)

-l'oréal paris true match lumi glotion

setting spray to lock it in!

ive found that this one work best on me and i'm addicted to the smell! but honestly anyone that works best for you should do it! 💕

-charlotte tilbury airbrush flawless setting spray

eye-shadow! you wanna stick to whites, creams, light pinks, light browns

-maybelline expert wear eyeshadow in seashell

-clinique shadow in angel eyes + sugar cane!

-M.A.C eyeshadow in yougurt + blanc type

-too faced natural eyes eye shadow palette (i love this soo much, this is the perfect vibe)

-too faced born this way natural nudes mini eye shadow palette

mascara and lashes! thank goodness i was blessed with amazing lashes lol! i find that if you start by separating the lashes with a semi-dry fluffy mascara, then with a thin brushed mascara, then again with a non-dryed fluffy brush, it works wonders!

-lancome monsieur big volumizing mascara (i loooove thick fluffy brushes)

-too faced better than sex mascara

-lancome lash idôle lengthening & volumizing mascara

-glossier lash slick lift

-hourglass lengthening mascara

i do like to buy the individual natural cluster lashes to place on the outer corner of my eyes to give it that "eyeliner" look, like my lashes are so much longer there and i think it looks so ethereal!

lips! 💋 you want to stick with nudes and pinks, like you just ate red fruit and now your lips are stained, or like a glossed bombshell!

-charlotte tilbury lip cheat liner (ofccc! in pinks and nudes)

-this set ofc!

-too faced lip liner in post-op pink

-any of the pinky/nude nyx creamy long-lasting lip liner

-dior addict lip maximizer plumping gloss in 065 icy blue

-charlotte tilbury collagen lip bath in refresh rose

-fenty beauty gloss bomb universal lip luminizer in FU$$Y

-charlotte tilbury lip lustre in shades blondie, ibiza nights, portobello girl, pillow talk and hall of fame (my signatures)

other tips!! ᥫ᭡‎₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘₊ ⊹

🌸 try and wear mainly white! and def try to mix in some pastels! white makes you look more kind and if you happen to meet the loyl white also gives the wife effect, look it up! its real! 💍

🌸 style your hair! make and effort its fun! you could also add some hair glitter/shine and hair perfume! (i'll make a rec list for these soon!)

🌸 this stuff is like, wow, did you just come back from a tea party at a magical fairy garden where it was raining cotton candy?! ☁️ ☁️

🌸 i find this to be like my little lucky charm and i think it actually works, but, bring around a tiny picture of your fave forest animal and its like all animals love you and i seem to always get the compliment that i would be a woodland flower princess that talks to animals! lol and animal lover always radiates the most angelic glow ugh!!! 💞🐇

🌸 make sure you are keepin up with your hygiene routine and the best no.1 tip is to be kind!! the kindest people are the most beautiful. (ofc when people take advantage of this kindness, pull back bc they obvi do not deserve your presence!)

love ya!

-lene pilar

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