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badhistorymemes · 11 months
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History adjacent meme for pride month 🏳️‍🌈
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 11 months
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"CLOTHING APPEAL FOR RUSSIA "SNOWED UNDER" BY DONATIONS," Toronto Star. June 3, 1943. Page 37. ---- This load of clothing and shoes under which 14-year-old Jack Swartz is laboring is just a small part of the "proceeds" collected for Russia's homeless by canvassers of the Young Men's and Women's Hebrew association. In 10 city blocks, Toronto citizens donated so much clothing that 75 depots were used to hold it. Every article will reach Russia through the clothing section of the Canadian Aid to Russia Fund.
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littletroubledgrrrl · 24 days
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chaoticcosmos666 · 5 months
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Assassin's Creed Oc- William Finnegan
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Born to a working class family in western Pennsylvania... William was drafted to the war in 1942 to europe ... There was were he met his assassin mentor. He rose the ranks in the war and was part of the US spy division. From there he began his hunt on the templars among the Nazi ranks. Their hunt for the pieces of Eden would turn the tides of the war.
About william
William is a fan of jazz. He was known to frequent places like Variety Club up in the Hill District. William liked the atmosphere in the clubs there and never had any ill intentions. He'd typically be drinking a brandy or some other drink listening to all the music. He's reserved and gentlemanly. Normally he would get into fights involving others like him.
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I'm not gonna lie to you this is super rough and if anyone who's like a history nerd would give me a hand... That would be wonderful
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warpedia · 7 months
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Why did World War I Start
#WWI #WorldWar1 #Warpedia
World War I – Warpedia World War I, often referred to as the Great War, was a cataclysmic event that reshaped the course of history. To comprehend the reasons behind Why did World War I Start: We must delve into a complex web of political tensions, imperial ambitions, and a series of interconnected events. This blog post: aims to explore the key factors that contributed to the start of World War…
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willosword · 3 months
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the vees take up such a unique antagonistic role in hazbin. they're so silly and pathetic except in specific bursts of competence. but even those moments are overshadowed by the way they just brute force everything. vox lost his own diss track against alastor. velvette didn't even do anything with the information she gathered at the overlord meeting. the more valentino lashes out like a child the more he loses control of angel. the person they picked to infiltrate the hotel ended up becoming its very proof of concept. they sung gleefully about the power vaccuum created by alastor's absence only for alastor to reappear 30 seconds later. what are they even doing. they're like an extremely unhinged team rocket
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yohane23 · 1 year
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How Woodrow Wilson Changed International Politics?
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shenspeaker · 1 year
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Intrepid Heroes by How Powerful they are in Dnd Combat/10
Siobhan Thompson 7/10 - Plays it by the book, wants to win. The most prepared to kill Brennan in real life.
Ally Beardsley 9/10 - Renowned dice deity. Impossible to see coming. Impossible to track tactically. Big swings and big rolls to back it up. A force of nature.
Lou Wilson 5/10 - Will die for the bit. Always plays the character and the story first, even at the cost of his life. That said, sometimes playing the story will unlock a game changer that playing it tactically never could have.
Zac Oyama 6/10 - Just there to have a good time. Will kill if it’s convenient to him. One liners so devastating they have a mechanical effect.
Brian “Murph” Murphy 6/10 - Robust technical knowledge and possibly the most tactics-forward PC. Knows how to minmax but doesn’t go out of his way to do so. Pretty by the book. Famously despised by dice gods everywhere.
Emily Axford 10/10 - A maniac’s stewpot of technical skill, combat optimization, creative chaos, and killer instinct. Sees opportunities, weaponizes them, and obliterates the opposition.
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When Cale gains a new ancient power or ability, he never tells anyone. The only way you know of his powers is if he uses them in a fight or you were there when he got it.
No one knew about Record until Cale used it trying to find the White Stars reincarnations. Heck, they still don’t know what that was.
To them, Cale just suddenly gained the ability to remember everything he read and he was also getting a fever from it, so no one knows what that was.
When he used Instant to destroy to the statues, NO ONE knew whatever THE FUCK THAT WAS—LIKE— Cale transcended time to destroy and statue, and then he looked like he took a shower in KNIVES SOMEHOW?? AND THEN HIS PLATE STARTED TO BREAK???
When Cale first used the super rock in the gorge of death no one knew a single thing about whatever the fuck was happening, but they just had to accept it
[this bit was added on later- whenever Cale used the “Blood-drenched rock” or whatever it was called while he was trying to use Embrace on the White Star, and he ended up using Embrace on one of the White Stars attacks but the button or whatever was holding it started to break so it was basically a bomb and he just ran through the castle like a mad man, and to everyone else it looked like Cale was covered in blood. Absolutely no one had any clue that he wasn’t in fact bleeding from everywhere on his body so that’s literally what they were assuming]
When Cale helped the Jungle because Arm had taken an island hostage and rigged dead mana bombs around the shore and everyone’s like
“oh no, what do we do, if we try to take it back all the hostages will die” and Cale is just like “leave it to me. I will eat all of the dead mana” LIKE SIR-💀
THAT IS NOT A NORMAL THING TO SAY.
And then they go along with the plan anyways!?! AND THEN CALE STARTS CONTROLLING THE FUCKING TREES???
AND THE ALLIES JUST HAVE TO ACCEPT IT AND KEEP GOING WITH THE PLAN BECAUSE IF THEY DON’T EVERYTHING WOULD GO TO SHIT?
Just-
Cale:*reveals a new power in the heat of battle*
The enemies:😨
The allies:😨
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watchyourbuck · 19 days
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Buck saying awkward ‘ally’ stuff during his first date with a man is the most recently-awoken-queer-coded thing ever and I’m gonna start screaming
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luxaofhesperides · 4 months
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Soulmate AU: First Words + End of the World ; requested by @justwannabecat!
Duke has long since accepted that he doesn’t have great luck. Most things in his life tend to go wrong very quickly, or complicate situations he was already struggling in (see: being a meta and getting his powers in the middle of a fight). Having an incomprehensible soulmark is an unpleasant discovery on the morning of his nineteenth birthday, but not entirely unexpected.
He had been hoping for something simple, a common one like hi it’s nice to meet you or sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you.
What Duke gets instead isn’t even words. 
Scrawled across his left hipbone is a string of symbols glowing a faint green. They’re not in a language he recognizes, and the symbols seem to move, shifting ever so slightly so they look different every time he blinks.
“Well,” he says after a solid five minutes of staring into the mirror, unable to rip his eyes off his soulmate’s words, “I hope theirs looks nicer than mine.”
He spends his birthday in a bit of a daze, enjoying time spent with the Waynes and his friends. It’s hard to be fully present when he’s all too aware of the soreness on his hipbone flaring up each time he moves. It’s hard to keep his mind off of it, wanting nothing more than to search for answers, unravel the mystery of his soulmate’s first words.
“Something on your mind?” Jason asks, as the attention shifts off of him for a brief moment as Harper and Cullen get ready to leave and everyone rushes to give their goodbyes,
Duke shrugs, carefully keeping his hands still so they don’t drift to where his soulmark is hidden beneath his clothes. “Yeah. Nothing you need to worry about, though.”
Jason looks him over critically, then nods. 
Duke resigns himself to being investigated by the rest of the Bats. If he’s off enough that Jason had to comment on it, then that means everyone’s noticed and are trying to figure out what’s happened. They’re not going to ask him, because they think he needs space to work through whatever’s got him so distracted, but they’re also not going to just do nothing. 
This won’t be the first time they’ve done this. Duke expects it. Frankly, it would be stranger and much more concerning if they didn’t try to dig up all his secrets the moment they caught wind of him hiding something.
He’ll tell them about getting his soulmark soon. Soulmarks can appear on any birthday between the ages of thirteen to twenty five; they might suspect he got his, but they won’t be able to confirm.
For now, Duke can keep his soulmate’s first words (whatever that gibberish means) to himself.
He makes the decision then and there, as his birthday party winds down, to tell them in a week.
And because his luck is abysmal, a world ending threat hits five days later and suddenly there is no time for soulmarks and first words.
Duke is the last to arrive at the Fortress of Solitude, hitching a ride from Superboy to get there. The biting cold and the harsh winds keep the place far from the reaches of the rest of humanity, surrounded by nothing but deadly white. 
Desolate as the landscape is, it’s still in better shape than the rest of the world.
Things would be better if it was alien invaders. It would be more bearable if some sort of cosmic colossus tried to eat their solar system. At least then there would be something physical that they could fight.
Instead, the world is breaking apart, the sky and earth both fracturing to reveal glowing green faultlines. Timelines are getting mixed up and muddled; just yesterday, Duke had to evacuate a building that had been demolished forty years ago, then stop a gang leader who wouldn’t be born for another eight years from taking over a neighborhood block and holding the residents hostage. Strange creatures are appearing out of nowhere, crawling out of shadows and tide pools and from beneath the roots of trees, all horrible, monstrous things that go after people with teeth and claws. 
The Flashes and the rest of the speedsters are nowhere to be found. The last time anyone get communication from them, it had been Impulse sending Red Robin a glitchy, barely audible video chat saying something along the lines of “trying to fix—unstable—keep us here—never been alive before.” All things that are very concerning to hear, made worse by the fact that no one had been able to contact them at all. 
The quiet loneliness of the Fortress of Solitude is a welcome change from the constant screaming, death, and destruction that’s taken over Gotham as well as the rest of the world. Last he heard, even Justice League China was at the end of their rope. 
“In here,” Superboy instructs, guiding Duke through the halls. There’s no time to look around at Superman’s secret base. All his focus is stuck on staying conscious for another few hours to see if this gathering of heroes is able to find a solution to the world breaking apart.
Batman stands besides Superman. Both nod at Duke when he enters the room. Wonder Woman is watching over John Constantine as he writes something on the floor, muttering under his breath. The rest of the Justice League lean against each other, visibly exhausted as they wait for Constantine to finish up what he’s doing. A few other heroes are here too, and Duke goes to join them where they lean against a wall, fighting to keep their eyes open.
“Hey,” he greets, voice low. “Hanging in there?”
Wonder Girl sighs. “Somehow. I don’t know how much longer we can do this. There’s just too much…”
“We’ll get through this. I mean, even without us out there, plenty of civilians have formed rescue and relief groups to help with keeping things under control,” Speedy says, gently knocking her arm against Wonder Girl’s. “We just gotta keep going. No giving up.”
“What’s this plan, anyways? I just heard that they needed me here to some attempt to fix things.”
“Well, without the speedsters, you’re kind of the only one who can help with time and power related stuff,” Speedy says.
“That’s definitely a stretch. My powers don’t really have anything to do with time. It’s all just light and shadow.”
Speedy shrugs. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you? Too late to complain about it now.”
Duke doesn’t get a chance to say anything else when a loud clap catches his attention. The entire room goes still and silent as Constantine stands up and surveys the circle and symbols he’s written, taking up an entire corner of the large room. 
“Alright,” he says. “Time to get started. Remember, let me do the talking. If you have to speak, it’s only to back me up or when a question is directed to you.”
Batman nods to the other Justice Leaguers, and suddenly everyone is falling into formation behind Constantine. Duke hurries to join them with Wonder Girl and Speedy, taking a place on the edge of the group where he’s a little closer to the circle than the others. 
Constantine begins chanting. His voice is steady though none of the sounds make any sense, refusing to form themselves into recognizable words, and the air the in the room feels heavier. The chalk circle glows a blinding white and Duke can see magic swirling through the air, his power kicking in the let him watch as reality tears and a glowing star in the shape of a boy comes out of it.
Duke blinks, forcing his power down. The hypnotic swirls of magic fade from sight, but the boy still glows, bright and terrible as he floats above the circle and surveys them all. A crown engulfed in blue flame hovers above his head and the fabric of the cosmos is draped over his shoulders as a cape. 
Just from presence alone, Duke can tell that this figure is now the strongest existence in this universe. He hopes this boy king is kind; no one, not even Superman, would be able to beat him in a fight.
The boy king opens his mouth and speaks, but it’s not words than comes out. A strange static like sound emerges, but light and almost melodic. 
His left hipbone burns.
Duke gasps, hand flying down to it, and the boy king’s gaze snaps to meet his.
The world stands still. No one moves. No one dares to breathe.
And then the boy king drops to the floor and walks out of the circle.
“I thought you said that would hold him!” Batman hisses at Constantine, who is looking more and more distressed.
“It was supposed to! I wrote it specifically to hold the King of the Infinite Realms!”
The boy king glances at Constantine. This time, when he speaks, it’s in smooth English. “Did you name the king in your circle?”
“Yeah, I named Pariah Dark… Bloody hell, you ain’t him, are ya?”
“No,” the boy king smiles, “I’m Phantom.”
The cape and crown fade away, and suddenly it’s not an all powerful, terrifying king standing before them, but a young man with white hair and green eyes who looks Duke’s age. Like he could be any other new generation hero in the room. 
“Phantom,” Duke repeats lightly, just under his breath, but it makes Phantom look at him again.
He walks forward, ignoring the other heroes’ aborted attempts to stop him, coupled with Constantine’s frantic back off motion happening behind him. Phantom leaves the circle and the Justice Leaguers behind to stand before Duke, a soft smile on his face.
“Hi,” he says softly, “I dreamed of you.”
“You—what?”
“I dreamed of you. I have for years now. To think that being summoned was what made us meet—” Phantom breaks off into a breathless laugh.
Duke swallows, then drops his had from where it had been pressed against his hip. “So we’re really—? You have my first words too?”
In the corner of his eye, he sees Batman stiffen up. Maybe he should have just told them the day after his birthday, but in Duke’s defense, this is the definition of extenuation circumstances. 
“First words?” Phantom repeats, “Is that… Do we have different soulmate connections?”
“I think so. Here, everyone gets the first words their soulmates say to them appearing somewhere on their body.”
Phantom’s gaze darts down to Duke’s hip, then back up. “Oh. I get dreams. Where I’m from, we dream of our soulmates, and the closer we get to meeting them, the more we remember the dreams.”
“And you dreamed of me.”
“I did.”
“As touching as this is,” Constantine interrupts, and Duke gets to watch as Phantom rolls his eyes, “We summoned you here for a reason. Our world is falling apart at the seams and we need someone powerful, from the Realms, to help us fix it.”
“Okay.”
“...What do you mean ‘okay’?”
“I’ll help,” Phantom says.
“Just like that? No deal to be made, no price to be paid?”
“Just like that. I’m not one for deals anyways. If I can help, then I will. But I do want to see what the problem is with my soulmate by my side, if you don’t mind.”
Batman steps in, fixing Duke with a steady gaze, a barely noticeable tilt of his head. “Signal?”
“Yeah I’ll go with him. Of course I will. The sooner the better, in fact, because everything’s gone to shit.” Duke turns to Phantom, taking hold of one of his hands. “It is really bad out there,” he warns, “If you need help—”
“I’ll ask for help from others in the Realms,” Phantom says. “No offense or anything, but if it’s really that bad, I doubt living mortals will be able to do much to fix things. It’s why I was summoned, right?”
“Right. Let’s get to it, then.”
There’s a flash of mischief in Phantom’s eyes, and cheeky grin stealing across his face for a moment, before he says, “Aye aye, captain!” and picks Duke up like he weighs nothing and flies up through the ceiling.
Duke is able to hear everyone’s surprised, panicked shouts before they’re outside the Fortress of Solitude and Phantom is flying them away. He only needs a few directions from Duke before he finds the first of the large fractures in the sky.
“Yikes,” is all he says, which is not a great thing to hear. “I think I know how to fix it, though. We’ll need to do a little investigating as to who, exactly, started messing around with reality, but once we find the source, it’ll be an easy fix.”
“That’s the best news I’ve heard all week.”
“Even better than meeting your soulmate?”
“I haven’t slept for more than four hours all week. Knowing there’s an end in sight beats everything else.”
Phantom laughs, throwing his head back and Duke can’t help but drink in the sight of him, so ethereal and bright and full of life. “Fair enough! Got any ideas as to where we should start?”
“I’ve got an entire crew of detective vigilantes,” Duke replies. He’s not taking any more chances. No more waiting to talk about important things; he messed up by keeping his soulmark to himself, so he needs to make sure everyone meets his soulmate before shit goes south again. 
“Let’s go find them, then!”
They take off again, soaring through the skies that are barely holding themselves together. 
The world is still ending, and every hero is being stretched thin, but held carefully in Phantom’s arms, racing head first into a solution, Duke can’t help but feel that everything’s going to be alright now. 
He’s had enough bad luck. Now, his soulmate with him, bearing the title of King with grace, things are finally starting to look up.
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 9 months
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"Mary Churchill visits Canada," La Presse. August 11, 1943. Page 4. --- The youngest daughter of the Prime Minister of Great Britain, Mary Churchill, accompanies her parents during their visit to Canada and currently in Quebec. She is seen in the top vignette, while attending a debutante ball at Grosvenor House in London. In addition, wearing her Territorial Service uniform, she attended the inspection of an infantry school in the north of England. On the right, like all the members of his unit. Mary does not disdain to do her own laundry.
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littletroubledgrrrl · 2 years
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cerealboxlore · 3 months
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Do you think Billy Batson is allowed to enter Olympus???
Would Zeus vouch for him and let him in?
Is there a door in the Rock of Eternity that opens up to Olympus?
Just imagine. This small boy in a red sweater, walking into Olympus, surrounded by ethereal and immortal gods and goddesses, just to like, pick some nice flowers for his adopted mom on Mother's Day. Or, maybe he's having lunch with some gods or deities, like that one comic panel where Billy is eating ice cream on the moon with powerful mages/people.
Would Billy Batson share a pizza with Hades? Would he have lemonade with Hera? Would Billy invite Mary to have breakfast with Artemis and Apollo?
There are so many questions, and not enough time in the day to write a cute little domestic fic about Billy Batson and his adventures in Olympus.
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rinmiko · 11 months
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it is pride
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pinkd3mon · 7 months
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Star Allies Guest Star teams
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