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some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs
* body language masterlist
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* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said
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* some more body language help
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Everybody talks about Anastasia, which is a shame, because it’s a far less interesting example of Russian fake heir drama than that whole business with the False Dmitries.
Okay, so Ivan the Terrible’s youngest son, Dmitry, was assassinated in 1591 at the age of 8. Fast-forward nine years, and there’s a guy going about Eastern Europe claiming that he is Dmitry, having secretly escaped the assassination attempt and lived in hiding under a false identity ever since. This sort of business isn’t too unusual, but this guy actually pulls it off, managing to gain the Russian throne and rule for nearly eleven months before being dragged from the palace and publicly executed in early 1606. He’d subsequently go down in history as False Dmitry I.
Here’s where it gets interesting. In mid 1607, a second impostor declares himself. Bizarrely, this one doesn’t dispute the first impostor’s legitimacy; instead, he claims to be the same guy, having miraculously survived his apparent execution the year before. He somehow wins the political support of False Dmitry I’s widow, and with her vouching for his identity, he gains the allegiance of the Cossacks, rallies an army over 100 000 strong, and tries to “take back” the throne. Though his march on Moscow ultimately failed, he successfully conquered most of Southeastern Russia, which he would rule until his untimely death in December of 1610, when he was beheaded in a drunken altercation with a Tartar prince. The history books know him as False Dmitry II.
Now jump ahead three months to March of 1611, when a third fucking impostor pops up. Dude apparently just magically appeared from behind a waterfall in goddamn Ivangorod and declared himself Tsar. Following the lead of False Dmitry II, he doesn’t dispute either of the two previous impostors, instead claiming some sort of spiritual reincarnation and/or magical resurrection – it’s not entirely clear which – to establish himself as the same guy. He must have talked a good game, because he managed to win the support of the same fucking Cossacks who supported False Dmitry II’s claim. Unfortunately, he was a far less able commander, being forced to flee his stronghold only a year later, whereupon he was spirited away to Moscow and secretly executed. Though he never managed to actually rule anything, historians decided to stick to the theme and dubbed him False Dmitry III.
At this point the historical record becomes confused, with some sources asserting there was a fourth False Dmitry, though others insist that the third False Dmitry was simply counted twice due to poor record-keeping. Still, whether we’re talking about three False Dmitries or four, imagine the whole mess from the Tsar’s perspective. Dude just wouldn’t stay dead!
a man: men now have to think before they speak, they are afraid to be criticized or accused of something, can we believe that we have to live like this now?? uwu
all the women that had to grown up being super self-aware of what they wear, what they think, what they say, how they act, where they are, with whom, etc in every aspect of their life, all the time, in this sexist society (especially women of color, non-straight women and trans women): good. finally you all have to learn how to behave.
I’m upset because I want to change the world but the world is too big and people are too mean
“Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.” - Rabbi Tarfon
I needed to hear this
not obligated to complete the work, not free to abandon it.
Vampire James & Human Keith
“It tickles!” Keith laughs as he tries to shrugs his immortal lover off, but barely moves an inch.
He hums in amusement and continues to sniff Keith’s neck with his nose.
“So sensitive. I like it.” He grins and gives a quick kiss. “Have I said how wonderful your scent is?”
“Many times, you nerd.”
“Just making sure you know.”
The tip of his tongue peaked out and taps against the smooth neckline. His grin went wide when rewarded with a lovely gasp of his human lover. He nibbles on soft flesh.
“Ah~” He sighs playfully. “I just want to nibble you up and get drunk by your blood.”
Keith squirms in James’ firm embrace. His arms wraps Keith’s slim waist from behind and rests his chin on his shoulder. “But you’re supposed to help me with making dinner.”
“Why can’t I have my dessert now?”
“James.” He puffs his cheeks up and pointed the knife’s tip at him. “You promise.”
“I know.” He responds playfully. “Just let me stay like this a little longer. I promise to help you.”
“Fine.” Keith goes back cutting the pineapple for the curry. “It’s not like we don’t cuddle enough.”
James closes his eyes and hums softly.
“True, but simple moments like this makes me feel like I am alive again.”
Keith finishes his chopping, carefully scoops up the chunks into his hand, and dumps inside the pot. He covers the simmering pot with a lid.
There was nothing much to do except for waiting for curry to simmer longer, Keith places his arms over his lover’s and slightly tilts his head until his cheek touches him.
They stood in silence.
James carefully turns him around while stepping back a bit and pulls him back into his arms. He tucks Keith in underneath his chin.
“Keith, I lo—“
The doorbell rings. James groans while Keith chuckles.
“I swear, Shiro has impeccable timing to dampen the mood.”
“Stop blaming Shiro.” Keith smiles as he looks up. “You just suck at it.”
James raises a brow, but a mischievous grin appears as he lowers to Keith’s ear. He whispers with a sprinkle of lust.
“Do not, but I do suck on a certain someone’s blood who has the softest flesh and gorgeous body in my arms.”
Keith’s cheeks flushes in bright red. He playfully punches him on the chest.
Doorbell rings again.
“We have to get the door, James.”
“Fine.” His fingers places underneath Keith’s chin and tilts up his face. His eyes flickers in red then back to hazel. “But I will have my special dessert after dinner.”
“Of course. As long as you behave like a gentleman.”
James gasps with faux pain of such accusation. Keith giggles as he gives him a peck on his cheek and slips out of his loosen embrace to open the door.
He can hear them from the kitchen.
If there is one great thing about being a vampire beside being eternally young, it’s the ability to tease his lover without ever touching him.
And he will enjoy teasing Keith at the dinner table. He will show them what kind of gentleman he is and he will not let Keith slip through his fingers again.
“Nude Vampire With Gloves” Tintype on Silver, 1864, Artist Unknown (and possibly consumed)
this is the greatest fucking caption i’ve ever seen
You can always tell which sign belongs to the person making one of those “The signs as___”, because they’re always like-
This is so fucked up.
They’re on an undercover mission
call me ignorant but i genuinely don’t understand why sports have to be split up by gender.
@ everyone in the notes talking about physical performance: if that were the case, then sports would be divided by physical performance. that’s a thing you can measure. that’s a thing that varies by individual. a weak man and a strong man would be an unfair fight in boxing/wrestling/MMA, which is why they divide those sports up into weight groups based on physical performance. but they also further segregate them based on gender. chess is segregated by gender for no reason but sexism. if it’s actually about skill and physical ability, then measure those and separate people by those metrics. don’t do some bullshit gender segregation and pretend like men and women are inherently on different levels no matter their individual abilities.
Remember that time a teenage girl struck out Babe Ruth? That’s fucking why. Men are afraid of being beaten by women.
Remember that time male swimmers were pulled out of training because Kate Ledecky was leaving them ‘broken’ by swimming better than them? Remember how she didn’t even notice, because she was busy actually training?
Shooting is a sport that has no reliance on strength and so any allowance for gender variation is irrelevant. The last time there was a mixed competition (1992) a chinese woman named Zhang Shan won it.
It’s often presented as for the benefit of women. After all, they’ll be heartbroken when they‘re hurt or bested by men.
Projection is a hell of a drug.
this is why they drug test Serena like crazy. the believe no woman should be that good. let alone a black woman. and black women have always been considered “manly” and less feminine.
also can we talk about how surfing is segregated as well? like how the dude who won this years international surfing cup or whatever was given $30,000 worth of prize money, while the woman who won the women’s comp was only awarded like $16,000 of prize money???? or whatever it was. but I know it was either half or less than half of what the man won. like why can’t they get the same prize money and when they’re competing internationally in the same competition? they surely have the same level of skill and talent.
the pay gap in sports between men and women is fucking insane.
The pay gaps, not to mention lack of sponsorships for women athletes who don’t look like models is insane. If you weigh over 250 pounds, no one will sponsor you. It’s why most female Olympic-class weightlifters live in poverty/out of their cars.
“Friend of Mine” by Avicii is both a Sheith anthem as well as Jeith and that’s too much power for one song to have.
I’ll prove it–>>
Sheith:
Do you remember we said, “Hello”
And you asked me about my Levi’s T-shirt
Said, “You are a friend of mine”
My, oh my
You must have saved me ‘bout a thousand times
I wouldn’t be the one I am today
If you hadn’t been a friend of mine
Jeith:
I haven’t seen around since high school
How you doing, do you still remember me?
Are you still a friend of mine?
Now I see
Why I get nervous when you look at me
It’s like your eyes are trying to tell me something
That you’re more than just a friend of mine
Square up who wants to fight about this.
Keith: I don’t get your name. Doesn’t make much sense. Sounds like a plural and that’s confusing. Why aren’t you called Jame since you’re only one person? You know, one Jame, two James?
James: Keith it is two in the morning, shut the fuck up.
Keith: The name “James” actually means “supplanter”, or “to overthrow”, so it’s like you were born to be an asshole.
James: Oh yea, well the name Keith means you’re a bitch ass twink, so who’s the loser now?
Look Back at Me
Pairings: Jeith/Jaith (James Griffin and Keith Kogane)
Day one of @jamesandkeith week: Competition/Co-operation/Confessions
Notes: While brainstorming this fic, I realized that normally it’s James who confesses his feelings, so I decided to put my own personal spin on the confession trope. I hope you all enjoy!
Day One / Day Two / Day Three / Day Four / Day Five / Day Six / Day Seven / Day Eight
Ratings/Warnings: fluff, angst, somewhat sweet ending
Read it on Ao3 as well!
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TEEEEEEEEE I SISTER CRIED KSSKKSKSIS THIS WRITING IS MAGNIFICENT UWUWUWUW
Look Back at Me
Pairings: Jeith/Jaith (James Griffin and Keith Kogane)
Day one of @jamesandkeith week: Competition/Co-operation/Confessions
Notes: While brainstorming this fic, I realized that normally it’s James who confesses his feelings, so I decided to put my own personal spin on the confession trope. I hope you all enjoy!
Day One / Day Two / Day Three / Day Four / Day Five / Day Six / Day Seven / Day Eight
Ratings/Warnings: fluff, angst, somewhat sweet ending
Read it on Ao3 as well!
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Keep reading
this is turning into an aj fan acc i’m sorry
