HistoryNerdJ2

He/him, a collection deposit of history, video games, anime, comedy, and any combination of the four. Have fun

[historynerdj2]

Announcement

Hey, so I have decided to make a side blog, @historynerdj2writing. Here, you will find my writing projects, both in the form of fanfic, and of more serious topics (not politics, don't worry).

This will also (hopefully) serve as a portfolio of my writing.

So, feel free to take a look.

[mango-fruition]

Keep thinking of Paralogism Knights of Favonious because how... did they even approach that topic... like everyone was so chill with everything.

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Jean: "Kaeya. Great timing, actually. Albedo will be accused of crimes in the near future. Can I entrust you with being Albedo's defense lawyer?"

Kaeya: "1st or 2nd degree?"

Albedo: "...Why is it you instantaneously assume murder?"

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Jean: "The whole mountain? Corrupted by the abyss?"

Albedo: "Technically. Durin's heart grows bitter the longer we wait,"

Jean: "Bitter of what?"

Albedo, knowing damn well he's bitter of HIM: "Reasons undiscovered. I assume being trapped and paralysed for 500 years isn't beneficial to a positive mental state"

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Albedo: "For the record, thank you. I'm aware this is all merely a fabrication but I appreciate you being on the stand for me. I know you're not fond of having analysing eyes on you,"

Kaeya: "I mean, I would probably defend you for 1st degree murder even if it wasn't fabricated,"

Albedo: "...Duly noted?"

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Jean: "Are you sure you could pull this off? Turning a creature into a human is quite the alchemical feat,"

Albedo: "My mother's taught me enough about human creation,"

Jean: "...Human conception in the womb is much, much different... is it not?"

[theworldatwar]

Canadian and American soldiers from the 2nd Armoured Division meet - Elbeuf, France, 27th Aug 1944

[arahir]

all night long the sword on the wall above my bed has been rattling and i finally woke up all the way and went wtf and turned on the light and found this.

[arahir]

@ those of you saying this is cute… that’s a feral rat. a feral rat hovered over my head watching me sleep for three hours while trying to figure out how to assassinate me with a longsword. thanks.

[electronictragedy]

While you slept, He studied the blade

[curaheed]

[supreme-leader-stoat]

[urbanfantasyinspiration]

😭

[vaguedisapproval]

A not so brief account of my experience at the Delhi protest on the 20th of July:

CW: violence, police brutality

3 of my friends and I, all of us resident doctors in various disciplines, had made extremely last minute plans to get to the walk that was organised for the 20th. I thankfully have a friend who lives fairly close to Jantar Mantar, and we were able to leave our things at their place while we were at the protest. We had decided to leave our phones at their house-since all of us had been extremely critical of the current government online, as well as in correspondences to our friends and family-and one of my friends carried a burner phone, in order to record the protest.

We reached Jantar Mantar at around 2:00am, fearing that the police may stop people from entering the site later in the day (this was of course what happened), and we milled through the crowd, talking to some of the other protestors at the site. At some point, we realised that the police presence had increased significantly, and the rapid action forces, had also been deputised to "deal" with us. At this point, I honestly still wasn't feeling scared at all. We were surrounded by several like minded people, who were also opposed to the current ruling party. It genuinely felt like we could speak with ease, for the first time in 12 years. We then found out, that the cops had started welding the barricades together. I'll admit that this is when I felt genuine fear. The minute we heard about this happening, the people around me immediately started talking about Jallianwala Bagh. Jallianwala Bagh, for those who don't know about the massacre, was a peaceful site of protest, where a large group of Indians had gathered to protest, during the Indian fight for independence. General Dyer, had then ordered all exits to be sealed, and opened fire on the protestors. A lot of what India faces under this government, feels eerily familiar to what she faced under British colonial rule.

Eventually, some of the protestors were able to push over the barricades, and we were able to start trying to move towards the parliament. That's unfortunately, when the violence began. The cops and RAF, started very indiscriminately lathi charging the crowd. There was no violence from our side. The cops had even parked a truck full of massive rocks, right by the protest site, probably hoping that the protestors would make use of them. In the end, we only have videos of the police themselves, chucking the rocks to make it look like the protest had been violent. And even after getting beaten up, the only responses I saw from the protestors, were pleas to be allowed to continue the march. We saw a lot of young students, face police brutality for the first time, and have to quickly come to the understanding, that the cops were not there to help them.

My friends and I had primarily gone, because we knew the cops would attempt to attack the protestors, and we wanted to provide whatever little medical aid we could. We had reached the site with 6 bags of saline, and at least 50 rolls of gauze, among other supplies. We were completely out by the time we left at night. I saw a lot of scalp and head injuries-it seemed like the wonderful police had gone out of their way to aim at protestors heads. I also saw a concerning number of children who had been injured by them. I counted 6 cases of eardrum rupture, and more bruises and cuts than I could keep track of. It was while I was attending to one of the injured protestors, that I was hit with the lathi for the first time. They saw very clearly, that I was in my doctor's coat, stethoscope in my pocket, and was treating a patient. They still tried to physically assault me. It was my fellow protestors, who immediately came to my defense, and got in between the police and I. This was our reality at the time. The only people we could rely on, were each other. A friend of mine was almost carted off by the police, to be placed under unlawful detention. He, like all of our little group, was only treating the injuries of the protestors. It was only because of the protestors, once again, that he was able to escape from their hold, and disappear back into the crowd. My friend who carried his burner phone, had it snatched from his hand, stomped on, and was then asked who was paying him to be there. We were a fair distance away from the tear gas shells, so we didn't experience the effects of the expired canisters the cops threw at the protests who were closer to the parliament. I found out after reaching the airport, that it was the nearby gurudwara and mosque, who were sheltering the protestors, and treating the inflammation inflicted by the tear gas. The same people, the media like to call Khalistanis or Pakistanis, they were the people who stepped up to help the protestors who were getting gassed by the cops.

We did not make it to the parliament, it's true. The delhi police and the RAF, who had all conveniently "lost" their name tags, made sure of it. But honestly, I can't find any sort of disappointment in myself. For the past few years, I have felt so alone, wondering why the people simply accepted the harm this government has inflicted on our country and our communities. But I came to realise that I wasn't alone, and I never had been. There I was, surrounded by people of all ages, who wanted better for this country. And it filled me with a sense of patriotism, that I hadn't felt in so long. These were ordinary people, who had taken leave from their jobs and studies, and were here, right beside me, demanding a better India.

Today I returned to my hospital, and to the outside observer, things may seem to have not changed in the slightest. But something feels different. Maybe I'm being foolish, or overly optimistic. I returned with nothing much to show, but a slightly depleted bank account, and a large bruise on my shoulder, but yesterday felt like an awakening. The people who want to claim that the 20th was the death of democracy, are so incredibly mistaken, because this is just the beginning. Now and forever इंक़लाब ज़िन्दाबाद.

[loveridden1999]

for those unaware today india experienced one of its biggest protests in half a decade. there were protests all over the nation for various causes but the major one was in delhi. all we asked for was the resignation of the education minister because he's failed the students of this nation time & time again. but we were met with brutality, the police had barricaded the main site of protest (jantar mantar). metro stations were shutdown, the public was restrained from reaching the protest site and all the adjoining areas had signal jammers to make sure the crowd had no access to constant updates. they had us blocked from all the sides. they were lathi (baton) charging students from one side & releasing tear gas from the other. you couldn't walk 100 m on streets without having a tear gas shell thrown at you. there were many students, women & kids bleeding — some from their head. some couldn't walk anymore. the police had removed their nameplates, covered their faces & acted with full impunity to resort to unprecedented levels of violence. they were pelting stones at us, beating up people for no reason, forcefully detaining them and attacking us constantly with tear gas & rubber bullets. they wouldn't let you exit either. the crowd was peaceful & looking out for each other yet they were met with violence. i made a friend who was all alone & she asked to join me & my friend because a policeman wouldn't leave her alone. he constantly prodded her for personal info, invited her back to the jeep saying they have food there, wouldn't stop following her around. you couldn't call or ask anyone for help, we were left to fend for ourselves & be on a constant lookout if you did not want to be beaten up to death by police. all for what? asking a resignation? shame on this country.

[fuckthisshit-ugh]

please read this even if you're not indian. especially if you're not indian.

you've seen the jokes. india is "dirty", indians are "everywhere", why don't they fix their own country. ok. let me tell you why, and what's happening right now while nobody's watching.

first, the history you skipped: britain ruled india for two centuries and drained it. economist utsa patnaik's research estimates around $45 trillion in today's money was taken. the india that got independence in 1947 was one of the poorest countries on earth. every "why is india like this" question starts there. you don't get to profit off a robbery and then mock the crime scene.

now, what's happening RIGHT NOW:

in may the question paper for NEET leaked. that's the national medical entrance exam. over 2.2 million students took it. cancelled. years of studying, families' savings poured into coaching, gone overnight because someone sold the paper. students died by suicide after. these were kids who wanted to be doctors.

and out of that came a protest movement. a gen z group called the cockroach janta party, started by a 30 year old named abhijeet dipke, got 22 million instagram followers within DAYS. they've been doing a sit-in at jantar mantar in delhi demanding education minister dharmendra pradhan resign.

and then there's sonam wangchuk. if you've watched 3 idiots, he's the real engineer the character was based on. built solar schools in ladakh. invented ice stupas so himalayan villages have water. spent his whole life on education. he's 59 and he's been on hunger strike for 17+ days now. reporters went to see him this week and he was too weak to talk. and the troll armies are calling him "anti national" and "foreign funded". a man starving himself for other people's children. that's the thing here, anyone who asks a question is suddenly a traitor.

it's not one incident, it's everywhere you look:

• infrastructure worth thousands of crores failing within months of the ribbon cutting. tunnels collapsing in regions where heavy rain is a guarantee, not a surprise.

• youth unemployment near 10% for ages 15 to 29, 13.6% in cities. in a country of 1.42 billion where more than half the population is young.

• only about the top 3% of indians earn above 10 lakh a year. meanwhile billionaire wealth keeps ballooning and the headlines celebrate it.

• manipur burned for over two years. an ethnic conflict, tens of thousands displaced, and the prime minister barely said the word manipur while it happened.

• journalists raided. critics' houses bulldozed. activists sitting in jail for years without trial under laws like UAPA. our press freedom ranking has cratered.

• even the petrol is a fight now, ethanol blending pushed through while drivers complain about their engines and get no straight answers.

and through all of it, the PM, who came to power on religious polarisation (americans, sound familiar?), travels abroad for photo ops and has not held one single open press conference in over a decade. not one.

what i'm asking:

if you're not indian: share this. our media mostly won't cover any of it because the big outlets are owned by the same billionaires the government serves. the only reason wangchuk's fast is getting any coverage is people refusing to look away.

if you ARE indian: speak up even if you're comfortable. especially if you're comfortable. join the protests. add to this, correct me, translate it. staying quiet is a choice when nothing in this post touches your life.

india is not "dirty". india was robbed, and it's being robbed again, from the inside this time. but it's also the country where a 59 year old will starve for strangers' kids and 22 million young people will rally behind a party literally named after cockroaches, because cockroaches survive everything.

we can still save her. but only loudly.

reblog. share. don't scroll past.

[icouldbarelyaffordthisphone]

we like my hat

[sacredheart-stigmata]

Christians who feel threatened by evolution and astronomy and other kinds of modern science make me roll my eyes so hard. Like seriously? Is your faith in Scripture so flat that you cannot picture the greatness of Creation fitting into science? Are you so uncreative that you get upset at being told Adam and Eve weren’t perfectly ‘modern’ human beings? Can you seriously not find any form of God woven through genetic drift and evolutionary biodiversity? Y’all are so boringgg

[funny-tik-toks]

[wafflebloggies]

I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO UNMUTE,

[iveofficiallygonemad]

Captions:

Gaston: "Everyone knows her father's a lunatic. He was in there tonight, raving-"

Fast placed music plays as the scene changes.

Gaston: "Whoa! Slow down Maurice."

[aromanticduck]

Free service with ads: Well, if I'm not paying for it they have to foot the bill somehow.

Paid service with no ads: Well, if they're not funding it with ad revenue, they need to charge us something.

Paid service with ads: Well that's bullshit.

"We used to be a paid service without ads, but now we're putting ads in it! If you want the ad-free version you have to pay more for preeeeemium": Fuck you fuck you fuck you

[mojavediscodancer]

One headcanon I have about Joshua Graham is that he's probably an amazing teacher.

Both Caesar and Joshua himself try to make it seem as if it was all Caesar's mind the one to came up with the Legion, but Joshua was the interpreter. He had to be the one to interact with the tribes, not only training them and leading in battle, but also making sure the "voice of the Son of Mars" was heard. Follows-Chalk also tells us that Joshua taught them how to properly maintain their equipment and hunt.

It could be interesting, and probably a rather good ending for him, to become a teacher after the events of Hones Hearts. To put all his skills into a better use.

I always thought of the movie Charlie Chaplin never made, Napoleon’s Return from St. Helena, and some of the elements from that unused script could make a good story for Joshua post Honest Hearts. Learning to live a simpler life, teaching about history and the destructive nature of war and imperialism. Understanding that if he wants to prevent more violence and destruction, it can't come from ambitions of war and conquest, but through learning and remembering.

He's an interpreter, probably a linguist, he can listen to the voices of hundreds, not to burn bridges, but to build them. Joshua Graham could be the perfect Fallout character to write a pacifist, anti-war narrative.

[usafphantom8]

20 July 1942. Canadian built Hawker Hurricane Mk.XII (O-5405) was taken on strength of No.4 Training Command 135 (F) Squadron RCAF as a trainer. Pictured here in January 1943 operating out of Patricia Bay, British Columbia, Canada.🇨🇦

@EiseleRonald01 via X

[disgruntled-lifeform]

Stolen from reddit where it wasn't being properly appreciated

[leiyahime]

"Indigo dyeing silk thread"

In case anyone wonders what the Japanese is saying

[torkmatic]

I just learned about this recently from a Viking reenactor! Indigo dye isn't blue until it oxidizes, so when you dye with indigo your cloth or thread doesn't come out of the water blue, it comes out and then reacts with the oxygen in the air and seems to spontaneously turn blue in front of your eyes. It's a really cool process to witness.

[ever-so-slightly-monstrous]

Actually, this process is called subtractive dyeing. See, white light is made up of the three primary colors red, blue, and yellow. This person is currently wringing all the yellow out of the silk, leaving only the blue behind. The vat underneath is where the yellow is saved for later use. You can see the next vat over where they already wrang the red out in a previous step.

[tributary]

the OOP is white of course

[tributary]

i do think this is the logical extreme of robin diangelo white fragility-type thinking where anti-racism is a spiritual process of self-improvement for white people rather than, like, working towards tangible goals

[myfootyrthroat]

It also seems off that burning every bridge to your family is seen as more effective than like... maintaining relationships and having less combative communication. If you can't be anti-racist and maintain at least a few civil relationships with people who have different views, how are you going to effectively do anything?

[tributary]

ah, but the point is not to effectively do anything! the point is to portray yourself as a kind of lone wolf facing insurmountable odds, so when you don't accomplish anything it's just proof positive that the system is too stacked against you and anyways your hands are perfectly clean. actually trying to get things done means that you might fail -- or that you might succeed, and have to deal with that.

needless to say i do not have a lot of respect for this type of activist, who would probably not describe themselves as more interested in theatrics than results but like: the rest of us can see.

[liebelesbe]

Yeah man, this wizard sleepover is cozy. I just saw a guy gently clap his hands together and say "hot beverage conjuration" or something, and suddenly everyone was holding a perfect mug of their favorite warm drink in their hands. Nobody who was already sleeping even woke up, that's how cozy it is. I'm over here casting pillow and level 2 pyjamas. I think I just heard "power word: blanket fort" two groups over. I gotta get in there.