#isaac solomon

[nakeddeparture]

Bridgetown, Barbados. The Caribbean Development Bank’s safety net (absent Dr Leon) needs to be flexible and to include country-specific foreign contractor agreements.

https://youtu.be/ENLqeIfirX4

Work can be done, money repaid, but it is obvious that the CDB does not trust (and for good reasons) its local clients. Have your say. Naked!!

Like/share/comment/subscribe on YouTube (it costs you nothing). Press the notification bell 🔔. NEW WhatsApp #[phone]

#Hyginus Gene Leon #cdb #Andrea power #lack of execution #loans #Therese Turner jones #Isaac Solomon #ian Durant #Caribbean development bank #barbados #naked departure #Youtube

[themythiceyeguild]

A friendly reminder to my guild members to please not set the guild hall on fire. And to please watch your children at all times so that they don’t set the guild hall on fire. Thank you. ~ Guildmaster Isaac

#mythic eye #mythic eye guild #fairy tail rp #fairy tail au #ask blog #isaac solomon #fairy tail #arlo sinclair

[secular-jew]

The land of Israel has been populated by the Jewish people since 2000 BCE. Here's the timeline, in case you didn't realize that it is their homeland.

1900 BCE:

- Abraham chosen by G-d as the Father of the Jewish Nation.

1900 BCE:

- Isaac, Abraham's son, rules over Israel.

1850 BCE:

- Jacob, son of Issac, rules over Israel.

1400 BCE:

- Moses leads the people out of Egypt and back to Israel.

1010 BCE:

- King David unites the 12 tribes into one nation.

970 BCE:

- King Solomon, son of David, builds the first temple structure in Jerusalem

930 BCE:

- Israel is divided into two kingdoms, the Kingdom of Israel and the Kingdom of Judah.

722 BCE:

- Kingdom of Israel is conquered by Assyrians.

605 BCE:

- Kingdom of Judah is conquered by the Babylonians.

586 BCE:

- Solomon's Temple is destroyed by the Babylonians.

539 BCE:

- Persians conquer the Babylonians and take control of Israel.

538 BCE:

- The Jews return to Israel from exile.

520 BCE:

- The Temple is rebuilt.

432 BCE:

- The last group of Jews return from exile.

333 BCE:

- The Greeks conquer the Persian empire.

323 BCE:

- The Egyptian and Syrian empires take over Israel.

167 BC:

- Hasmoneans recapture Israel, and the Jews rule independently.

70 BCE:

- Romans conquer Israel.

70 CE:

- Romans destroy the temple.

After that, the Jewish people were captives to the Romans, Byzantines, Arabs, and Crusaders. Through all of these events, the Jewish people continued to live in Israel. There were more or fewer of them, depending on the centuries, but there was never a time when the Jews didn't live in the land.

They stayed, they built their communities, they raised their families, practiced their faith and they suffered at the hands of many outside rulers, but they always kept their faith. It is what sustains them, even now.

May 1948 CE:

- the UN established the State of Israel, the sovereign nation of the Jews.

Don't buy the Palestinian lies that they are entitled to the land. It simply is not true. HaShem will also provide a way for his chosen people to live in Israel, as He has for thousands of years.

Based off of a post by Raymond García of Julesburg, Colorado USA

#israel #secular-jew #jewish #judaism #israeli #jerusalem #diaspora #secular jew #secularjew #islam #judea #Samaria #ancient history #history #Israeli history #Israël history #Palestine #Isaac #Jacob #Solomon #king solomon #king David #Esther #bible #torah #Abraham #hebron #kingdom of Judah #Judah #temple

[cookie-arts]

December babies (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Characters:

– Margarette Camellia Sanchez (OC/My Obey Me MC)

– Solomon (Obey Me)

– Isaac Newton (Ikemen Vampire)

Thoughts while drawing:

It's an early birthday present for me from me ^^

I've been planning this for like... a year now? Yeah.

It was fun drawing them in different outfits hehe

How the hell do clothes work???

How do I draw hands?!?! T T

Solomon was the easiest. I kinda like how his hair and outfit turned out. 9/10

Camellia was the second easiest. Had some trouble with her arms and the cake but I'm glad it turned out okay in the end. 8.5/10

Isaac was... the hardest (again). His hair is a b*tch. But I think I improved drawing him from the last time I drew him. 7/10

I should definitely buy my own color pencils this time....

Note to self: crayons are a bad choice of coloring materials for a sketch pad.

#cookie's art/doodles #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanart #obey me solomon #obey me mc #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire fanart #ikevamp fanart #ikevamp isaac #Cookie's 18th Birthday Bash #Cookie's 18th Birthday Bash Countdown Event #Cookie's 18th Birthday Bash Doodle Challenge #is it too early for this #probably... yes

[tanakhsexyman]

#tanakh sexyman #prelims #jumblr #gavriel #pinchas #aaron #solomon #zecharia #bilam #group alef #samuel #malchizedek #tree of knowledge #isaac

[ineffable-kelpie]

Fic throwback thursday

Fanfic writers: if there’s an old story of yours that never made it to tumblr, or got buried, or just hasn’t gotten much attention in a while, consider this an invitation to promote it! I would love to see my dash filled with fic recs I missed the first time around. You wrote the words, and you should be proud of them no matter how much time has passed. Add this note to your post, and let’s see how many writers we can get to self-promote!

I did one of these a while ago, and had a lot of fun seeing other people’s old fic recs, so here’s another one!

These Little Ones

Rating: G

Wordcount: 9,888

Chapters: 6/6

Summary:

Some retellings of biblical stories, wherein Aziraphale and Crowley are fond of children and softer than their jobs allow them to be.

#good omens fanfic #cyankelpie's fic #fic throwback thursday #throwback to both 2020 and to biblical times #featuring #the first-ever childbirth #the Great Flood #Abraham almost sacrificing Isaac #Aziraphale awkwardly trying to rationalize after stopping Abraham from sacrificing Isaac #the ten plagues #mainly just one of them #King 'I'm gonna cut this baby in half' Solomon #Dagon not understanding human developmental stages #Crowley accidentally delivering the messiah (not in a basket) #there's a lot of weird stuff happening in the bible I just stuck Aziraphale and Crowley nearby

[mocha-writes]

Sun, Moon, and Star OC Meme

Tagged by: @perkeleen-lavellan 

Sun

Isaac Hawke

Honestly, this ended up being the only motif left after assigning moon and star to my Inquisitor and Warden, but it fits a cheerful extrovert with red hair. Besides being a musician, I’ve pictured Isaac as someone who gardens--I don’t know if I’ve discussed this headcanon anywhere before or not, but I want to think that he and Merrill actually restore the gardens at the Amell estate--and the idea of sunlight as restorative and nurturing seems relevant for that. There’s also a connection with Varric’s tarot card representation (the Sun), so I think this suits Isaac rather well.

Moon

Solomon Trevelyan

Solomon has the color scheme for this, with albinism making him unusually pale and white-haired, but thinking of the moon as a representation of mystery, cycles, and emotion, I think this fits him as well. He’s a necromancer whose magic taps into life energy itself and deals with spirits that could easily be considered demons, and his life has been marked by phases that ultimately end in a “return”: growing up in the Alienage, being adopted into his father’s family after his mother’s death, being sent to the Circle where he gradually goes from rebellious apprentice with multiple escape attempts to Senior Enchanter and person who keeps the Ostwick branch of the Libertarians afloat after news of Kinloch Hold’s near-downfall causes a decline in membership, the Circle falling just for him to end up as part of the delegation of mages at the Conclave, being Inquisitor, and finally shedding that title by disbanding the Inquisition as well as his “human” name in favor of reclaiming “Sulevin,” his birth name that he had no choice but to give up when recognized by his father, Bann Trevelyan. He’s gradually had to learn to bottle up his emotions and get better at picking his own battles just to survive, but I still picture him as someone who feels a lot, deeply, and this, combined with “dark forces aren’t necessarily evil” and “it’s never too late to reconnect,” make me think a moon motif suits him.

Star

Ephraim Surana

This one came to mind immediately, because I’ve had “Ephraim studied astronomy in the Circle and is fascinated by the stars” as a headcanon for long time. Thinking about stars as crucial to navigation and as ways of understanding the world, considering all of the myths and history associated with constellations both in our world and Thedas, I think this motif suits Ephraim, who I also associate with stories and history. I feel like I’ve talked about the headcanon that he loves romance novels and has written fanfic for his favorite ones a lot, but one I haven’t focused on as much is “he translated and made copies of the Eluvian manuscript that’s crucial to the plot of Witch Hunt, so there’s no stealing of the text from Ariane’s clan by Morrigan, who’d have her own copy that Ephraim shared with her during the Blight.” I want to think there was an entire “ring” of mages dedicated to ensuring access to their people’s knowledge that the Chantry tried to claim and to preserving what they might have brought with them from outside the Circle, like songs, recipes, etc. It’s not an original idea by any means (thank you Kari/October-Rosehip for having things like this in Macsen’a backstory if you see this), but the sheer concept of an “underground elven library in Kinloch Hold” compels me. To bring this back around to stars, thinking of them as omens makes me think of Ephraim as well—he’s my oldest Dragon Age OC and has been through so many changes. I’ll probably mess with his story more if I ever get to replay the series again. But one theme I want to think has been consistent with him, and one I want to keep, is “no matter what one has done, one can always decide and try to be a better person.” When I think of omens, I think of symbols, mysterious and powerful, and I think that suits the Hero of Ferelden.

Tagging: @scribbledquillz @zeesqueere @musingmycelium and anyone who wants to do this and needs an excuse. Let me enable you. There’s no obligation, as always, this was just fun and I thought I’d share

#ephraim surana #isaac hawke #solomon jacob raphael trevelyan #this has been in my drafts for weeks I am posting before I change my mind

[oceanusborealis]

Baldur’s Gate 3 – Video Game Review

TL;DR – A stunningly beautiful game full of wonder and bugs ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4 out of 5. Disclosure – I paid for this game. Baldur’s Gate 3 Review – Well, 2023 is the year that Dungeons and Dragons [or D&D] continues to build on its growing success brought on by the Critical Role/Stranger Things pandemic boost. After seeing the genuinely remarkable Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves that…

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#Amelia Tyler #Baldur’s Gate #Baldur’s Gate 3 #Belgian Video Games #Devora Wilde #Dungeons & Dragons #J.K. Simmons #Jason Isaacs #Jennifer English #Matthew Mercer #Neil Newbon #Role Playing Games #RPG #Samantha Béart #Theo Solomon #Tim Downie #Tracy Wiles #video games

[carpe-astra]

Ain't No Grave

"Do you actually want her dead at the end of this?"

"He has killed for less. And she deserves to die.”

Valentino planted the spade into the freshly turned dirt next to him, leaning on the handle as he stared into the yawning darkness below. Scuttling grey clouds covered the moon, bathing the entire area in shadows. During life, it might have made him uneasy to be surrounded by the black with no way of knowing when an enemy might appear and put a bullet in his brain.

Shadows had become a refuge since his death, however. A melding between the physical and the spiritual that settled the Beast in his bones in a way nothing else could. Except for blood. Thirst burned in the back of his throat as if he’d swallowed battery acid, and he wondered not for the first - and not for the last - time where his wife was. Bitter anger gnawed at him, but he forced those thoughts aside before he did something drastic, and focused on the matter at hand.

Exhaling a rough bundle of smoke, he stubbed his cigarette out in the dirt, then leaned to jump down into the open grave and straddle the back end of the coffin. It was blue, like her favorite color, like her magick, like the lights of Embraced. Hesitating, he rested his hand on the edge where it was sealed shut. It wasn’t the first time he had been privy to the decay of a body, but the sight - and stench - was something one couldn’t quite prepare for no matter how many times they’d experienced it.

****

“Dad! Wake up! It’s time to wake up!” 

Childish shouting rang tinnily through his ears while the molasses of Torpor began to ease away from his limbs and minds in sluggish drips. He couldn’t move just yet, couldn’t speak, but he could feel a tiny hand shaking his shoulder. 

“Hurry! I wanna show you what Miss Britta bought me!” Another shake of a small hand punctuated the words.

He felt the prick of his fangs against his lips, a deep hunger rooted in his chest that accompanied the sensual murmur of his Beast. The little creature disturbing him would make for a good snack - 

The dull shadows of the ceiling greeted his gaze as he opened his eyes, turning them down to catch sight of the small blonde girl bouncing at the edge of his bedside. Warm and alive with suntanned skin, gleaming gold hair braided back and still the chubby cheeks of youth. She clutched a pair of thin books littered with foliage and butterflies on the cover, thrusting them at him. 

“My apologies, Mr. Bellerose. I looked away to ensure the door was locked, and she scampered off,” Britta’s voice sounded from the doorway. Looking contrite, she gestured at the little girl to come back. “Come along Alicia. Let him wake up first…” 

“No, it’s alright,” he answered, pulling himself up to sit against the headboard. 

Alicia bounced on her toes, then scrambled onto the bed to spread her books out across his legs. “Miss Britta took me to the butterflies at the zoo today, and they had these there. There’s lots of pictures, but there are facts too!” 

Valentino picked one up, examining the glossy cover full of monarchs. It still held the scent of cotton candy from Alicia’s sticky fingers, and the aroma of ink on paper. 

“Mr. Bellerose, he will be arriving shortly.” Britta reminded him.

Valentino felt Alicia stiffen where she had tucked herself beneath his arm, quieting immediately. 

He sighed. “Have Isaac entertain him for a few moments if I’m not out by then.” 

Alicia lit up beside him as Britta nodded, and departed. 

He cracked open the first book to examine the first few pages absently.

Half listening to her chatter about her day, it took him an extra second to realize she had asked him a question. 

“Will you read these to me? For my bedtime story?” Alicia asked again, looking up with hopeful blue eyes.

“You don’t want Isaac to read to you tonight like usual?” Valentino moved at a mortal’s pace, easing out of bed.

“No! I want these ones!” Already pouting, Alicia huffed at him.

He silently assented, hauling the little girl up to balance on his arm, collecting the books with his other hand. He could read to Alicia for a little while, until she fell asleep. Then he could ready himself for Jean-Pierre’s arrival, with Alicia safely out of view and awareness of the elder LaSombra.

“Just one, Alicia.” 

****

Inhaling, he pried open the coffin. Despite not breathing, he could still feel the wave of foul rot and decay brush his skin with a putrid humidity as the air rushed out. Blinking away a sting, he stared down at the coffin’s contents. The flesh had turned a sickly brown and black, like old bruising before it turned a nasty yellow. Reasonably he knew it was because the veins were deteriorating, and it would be only a few short years before the grave wax would fill the coffin.

“You poor bastard. Wonder where she picked you up.” Whoever was in the coffin, he didn’t recognize them. It could have been someone Alicia had plucked right off the sidewalk one day. His grip on the coffin door tightened. 

The day he and Isaac had buried Alicia had been a bleak one. Her broken body made to look beautiful and untouched again, tucked away in the white satin of the coffin Britta had chosen because he hadn’t been able to.

Fighting the urge to rip the corpse out that was spoiling the final resting place of Alicia, he relaxed his grip on the coffin’s lid. He was surprised to find numerous splinters buried in his fingers and palm. It brought him back to reality.

There was a body in the coffin, but it wasn’t Alicia’s. Despite having buried her in that coffin, and in that grave. 

“Looks like you’re missing something though,” he remarked as he pulled out a small amulet from the pocket of his coat. 

It didn’t look like much. A simple river pebble, with markings etched onto it. It looked like something Alicia had been using to practice her glyphs on, like she’d used to do as a child. Yet, he’d found it on the corpse masquerading as Alicia the night they had finally killed Nathaniel, even though the last time he’d seen it, it had been in the pocket of Alicia’s body when he had buried it.

“Always the clever one. Stealing corpses to make them look like you so you could be everywhere at once,” he spoke, stowing the stone away. He would have Yelena look at it later on, when she had time to spare from the other tasks he’d set her to. “Too clever.”

She was playing the game with a masterful stroke, pressing her advantages and cutting her losses when needed. Exactly as she had been taught. Maybe if she had been allowed to be more of a child, rather than being forced to grow up so quickly, things would have been different. Or if he had managed to stop the fire that took her parents. Or, had simply been better. 

His world, the world of the Kindred, was no place for a mortal, let alone a little girl he’d taken in because she’d looked so much like his own dead daughter.

“Everyone has a weakness, Val.” Old words from his Sire echoed in his head.

He had too many, and the girl he’d raised was one of them. He’d killed for a lot less, but he couldn’t kill this one.

#valentino bellerose #Valentino darling #jean-pierre bellerose #Isaac solomons #Alicia montgomery #Brittany harwood #vtm #vampire the masquerade #consequence by night #carpe astra

[asmaroth]

me n friends had a drawpile so i drew our ocs killing each other <3

#tboi oc #the binding of isaac #tboi #tboi adam #tboi solomon #tboi snoylipsis #bootlegsara #hootispootis #asmas art

[letsmakerpstuff]

Consequence by Night: 

Carpe Astra Coterie Pt. 2

#Aaaand the boys #another batch will be coming of MORE vamps #but I wanted to do the main group first #pls validate me #vampire graphics #Isaac Solomons #Knox T Wilder #Valentino Bellerose

[themythiceyeguild]

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Gabriel: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Isaac: ...I did. I broke it.

Gabriel: No. No you didn't. Esther?

Esther: Don't look at me. Look at Vythear.

Vythear: What?! I didn't break it.

Esther: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Vythear: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Esther: Suspicious.

Vythear: No, it's not!

Cade: If it matters, probably not, but Aelia was the last one to use it.

Aelia: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Cade: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Aelia: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Cade!

Isaac: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Gabriel.

Gabriel: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Cade: Gabriel... Esther's been awfully quiet.

Esther: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Gabriel, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Gabriel: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Gabriel:

Gabriel: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

#gabriel solomon #isaac solomon #Vythear Celraug #Aelia Evosmos #Cade Advans #Esther Davilla #fairy tail rp #fairy tail au #fairy tail #mythic eye guild #mythic eye #incorrect quotes

[greatfallsrp]

NAME: Solomon Rios AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 43 years old / October 25th  GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Man / He/Him HOMETOWN: Great Falls, MT TIME IN GREAT FALLS: 14 years RESIDENCE: East End OCCUPATION: Owner of Fellows Garage

BACKSTORY —

you’re born to a family of guatemalan immigrants out west, somewhere in the expanse between the city and real corn country. you’re born with your elbows already flying, mouth primed between a spit and a hiss, never quite blinking enough. never quite loved enough. your parents were never together, but by the time you’ve started school they’re really not together, your mother disappearing one night after a fight that left the cops at your door, neighbors peeking through the blinds to find the source of the yelling. for the rest of your life, the sound of cats howling will bring you back to those days, gritted teeth and squeezed-tight eyes, the ground gone to shaking underfoot as angry feet pass in the hall, doors quaking like animals in fear. 

so: your mom leaves and it’s you and your dad for years, two guys and your younger sister making it together, no help for homework in the evenings, but there’s usually something in the fridge. there’s usually heat in the house. you learn to make do, it’s fine, it’s whatever. you’re twelve when your dad stops coming home. after a week, you stop going to school– why bother, with no one to tell you off for it? it’s another three days before the administration calls child protective services. how did they miss this? you hear the social worker ask, down the hall from your shared bedroom. you turn up the volume on your gameboy. hey, kid, has anyone come to talk to you yet about what happened with– they say, and now they’re in your room, looking at you and your sister with that mixture of pity and wariness you’ll come to despise, come to expect, and you turn the volume on your gameboy up as far as it will go. 

your dad gets thirty years to life. you learn the term inchoated crime. you learn about premeditation and intent, parole and plea bargain. the weather turns, and they find your mom, hunkered down and happy in the south. you’re sent to georgia. you get your own bedroom with a window, a yard with trees outside. half-siblings you never knew existed. 

unfortunately, the most intelligent son of a violent felon is still the son of a violent felon. you have a few weeks in georgia before someone finds out about your father’s charge. what friends you’ve managed to make– those willing to overlook your brashness, your sharp edges, every uncomfortable piece of you that doesn’t quite line up right with sweet suburban life and its always-watching eyes– disappear overnight. words are floated, like freak. like pariah. and, worst of all: dangerous. 

though she urges you to be better, mother says you’re just like your father. you prove her right. over the course of your adolescence, you find your home amid the wrong crowds because for once, you would not be the odd man out. trouble always seemed to find you so why not join up before it had the chance to snatch you back down from your potential? you’re a full-blown delinquent by the time you’ve reached your senior year in high school, breaking into cars and joyriding until daybreak. and you’ll find your new home in the driver’s seat because you’re a devil behind the wheel and the only person your ragtag group of ‘friends’ trusts as their driver.

they believed in you so much they trusted you not to rat when you were finally caught because you liked to drive too fast and you didn’t see the headlights coming until it was too late. had only the police known it wasn’t you behind the wheel but your childhood best friend. the same person you’d spent your teenage years laughing off-skinned knees with looked to you to take the blame. and you did, because you may be many things, but you’d look out for those you loved even if it cost you everything. so, the two of you switch seats and your now-former friends let you take the blame, and despite the hurt that ached in your soul, you never implicated them. 

you’re faced with a twenty-five year sentence with a chance of parole after 10 years. you make the most of your time and before you know you’re sat back before the jury and granted your parole on account of good behavior. you only inform your sister that you’re out and returning to your hometown. you quietly move into an apartment downtown, and pick up night shifts where you can get them and eventually get back on your feet. if anyone notices and asks why you’re back in town, you dodge the question; it’s easier than you might have guessed, considering how few people remember you. but all the while, you’re dreading the day someone finds out why you’re back. dreading the day someone looks at you and says, well, who didn’t see that one coming? the apple never falls far from the tree, does it?

Portrayed by OSCAR ISAAC, written by KAY.

#t. #na. #m. #solomon rios #oscar isaac #kay

[heartofashepherd]

King David: His Last Works (2 Samuel 24) - Pastor Smith's Bible Study, J...

#youtube #TempleMount Jerusalem Threshingfloor Abraham Isaac Jacob David Solomon Forgiveness Consequences Israel Calvary Census sin

[makingqueerhistory]

I’m actually serious about this, if at all possible, right now is a very good time to request queer books from your local library. Whether they get them or not is not in your control, but it is so important to show that there is a desire for queer books. I will also say getting more queer books in libraries and supporting queer authors are pretty fantastic byproducts of any action.

This isn’t something everyone can do, but please do see if you are one of the people who has the privilege to engage in this form of activism, and if you are, leverage that privilege for all you’re worth.

For anyone who can’t think of a queer book to request, here is a little list of some queer books that I think are underrated and might not be in circulation even at larger libraries:

Refusing Compulsory Sexuality: A Black Asexual Lens on Our Sex-Obsessed Culture by Sherronda J. Brown

Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco     

Harvard's Secret Court: The Savage 1920 Purge of Campus Homosexuals by William Wright    

The Perks of Loving a Wallflower by Erica Ridley   

God Themselves by Jae Nichelle

IRL by Tommy Pico        

The Pink Line: Journeys Across the World's Queer Frontiers by Mark Gevisser

Passing Strange by Ellen Klages             

The New Queer Conscience by Adam Eli

Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars: A Dangerous Trans Girl's Confabulous Memoir by Kai Cheng Thom          

Queering the Tarot by Cassandra Snow              

Wash Day Diaries by Jamila Rowser

Queer Magic: Lgbt+ Spirituality and Culture from Around the World by Tomás Prower            

Before We Were Trans: A New History of Gender by Kit Heyam   

Beyond the Pale by Elana Dykewomon 

Hi Honey, I'm Homo! by Matt Baume      

The Deep by Rivers Solomon

Homie: Poems by Danez Smith

The Secret Life of Church Ladies by Deesha Philyaw  

The Companion by E.E. Ottoman 

Kapaemahu by Dean Hamer, Joe Wilson, Hinaleimoana Wong-Kalu

Sacrament of Bodies by Romeo Oriogun     

Witching Moon by Poppy Woods 

Tell Me I'm Worthless by Alison Rumfitt    

Dead Collections by Isaac Fellman    

Disintegrate/Dissociate by Arielle Twist           

Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir by Akwaeke Emezi             

Peaches and Honey by Imogen Markwell-Tweed      

Nepantla: An Anthology Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color by Christopher Soto

#queer books #queer history #lgbt history #honestly #libraries are a massive resource in terms of preserving and uplifting marginalized narratives #and as a community #that has been so very excluded from both fictional and nonfictional narratives #this is a great way to reclaim and care for the stories that have been surpressed for so long

[short-wooloo]

What Spartans Remain?

Because I went down the Halopedia rabbit hole and I'm an obsessive nut, I've put together a list of all the Spartan-IIs, just to figure out who's alive, who's dead, who's missing, and the numbers which are unaccounted for

Alright so, there were at least 150 candidates considered for Spartan-IIs, half were conscripted, and of that 75, we have at least 50 named (or at least numbered) individuals

Alive (when last we saw them):

Jai-006

Naomi-010

Leon-011

Serin-019 (washout)

Robert-025

Douglas-042

Linda-058

Maria-062 (semi-retired)

Cassandra-075 (washout)

Fhajad-084 (washout)

Kelly-087

Jerome-092

Musa-096 (washout)

August-099

Fred-104

Adriana-111

John-117 (duh)

Michael-120

Alice-130

Definitely Dead:

Li-008 (2552)

Daisy-023 (unknown date during war, 2526-2552)

Joshua-029 (2552)

Otto-031 (2557)

Samuel-034 (2525)

Randall-037 (2556)

William-043 (2552)

Anton-044 (2552)

Kurt-051 (2552)

Jorge-052 (2552)

Margaret-053 (2557)

Malcolm-059 (2552)

Sheila-065 (2544)

Solomon-069 (2544)

Spartan-073 (2525)

Arthur-079 (2544)

Grace-093 (2552)

Victor-101 (2557)

Ralph-103 (unknown date during war, 2526-2552)

Oscar-129 (2525)

Cal-141 (2544)

Roma-143 (2557)

Unidentified Trainee (2525)

Unidentified Spartan (2531)

Maybe Dead:

James-005 (2552)

Vinh-030 (2552)

Isaac-039 (2552)

Beta-Romeo Actual (2552)

Red Fifteen (2552)

Red Four (2552)

Red Nineteen (2552)

Status unknown:

Kirk-018 (washout, possibly rehabilitated)

Keiichi-047 (alive as of 2531)

Soren-066 (alive as of 2527)

Rene-081 (washout, possibly rehabilitated)

Joseph-122 (alive as of 2525)

Carris-137 (alive as of 2520)

Spartans-116, 118, 119, 121, 123, and 124 (possibly the unidentified trainee and Spartan, as well ass Beta-Romeo Actual, Red-Fifteen, Red Four, and Red Nineteen)

Missing numbers:

Spartans number 001, 002, 003, 004, 007, 009, 012, 013, 014, 015, 016, 017, 020, 021, 022, 024, 026, 027, 032, 033, 035, 036, 038, 040, 041, 045, 046, 048, 049, 050, 054, 055, 056, 057, 060, 061, 063, 064, 067, 068, 070, 071, 072, 074, 076, 077, 078, 080, 082, 083, 085, 086, 088, 089, 090, 091, 094, 097, 098 (according to the silver timeline, Spartan-098 is named "Nora"), 100, 102, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 112, 113, 114, 115, 126, 127, 128, 131, 132, 133, 135, 136, 138, 139, 140, 142, 145, 146, 147, 148, 149, 150 (I'm sure I messed up somewhere)

obviously given that not all 150 candidates were recruited, some (about 70) of these numbers did not actually become Spartans, trainees or otherwise, such as Caleb-095, the father of Olympia Vale

Additionally, Spartans-028 (Riz), 125 (Kai), and 134 (Vanak) do exist per 343's internal documentation, but as of yet have not appeared in the Prime timeline

therefore there are about 19 confirmed living Spartans, 24 confirmed dead, 7 possible dead, and 12 unknowns, for a total of 62 (or 65 counting the silvers), so there are at least 10-13 other Spartans we have not met, be they active, retired, washout, dead, or missing

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