So Over On Reddit This Happened:

Me at mouse hiding behind stove: Hiss hiss Mothafucka

Thinking about the werewolf from the hate mail Lemgo council pharmacist David Welman (1595 - 1669) got after being accused of being a werewolf

I wanna hear these Opinions on steampunk color palettes, if you’re willing.

tbh “the Victorians did not go to the trouble of inventing aniline dyes so that we could wear neutrals” mostly covers it?

they went to a lot of effort to bring affordable screaming bright fuchsias and acid greens into the world, and we should honor their tacky, tacky choices.

Every post where it says “history books leave this out” and “historians are trying to hide this from us” is just code for “I have literally never picked up a history book outside of high school history class in my entire life”

Portraits by James Van Der Zee 

Women and children, Lenox (c. 1909)

Harlem (c. 1920)

Alpha Phi Alpha Basketball Team (1926)

Billy (1926)

Untitled (Portrait of a Boy in a Sailor Suit) (1927)

Couple (1930)

Couple in Raccoon Coats (1932)

Sunday Morning (c. 1932)

Her Best Friend (1940)

Jean-Michel Basquiat (1982)

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A Little Story That Popped Into My Brain While Playing Fruit Ninja

Trigger Warning: Stab. Wound. Fighting.

Haruka- A young apprentice who just started learning how to fight. She’s strong willed and won’t back down until she succeeds with her task.

Isamu- A former apprentice of sensei who fell into the dark path. For one reason or another, she can’t say no, especially when it comes to fighting. She is the most skilled because of this.

Kanta- A fire blooded apprentice who has been following the light path for years. He was sensei’s only other apprentice when Isamu was around, and he feels deeply about her descent.

Ami- A bright and friendly apprentice who joined soon after Isamu’s descent. She and Kanta are very close because of this. She adopted Haruka right away, treating her like a little sister.

———-

“Again!” Haruka shouted, not taking her eyes off her opponent.

“You’re so weak! You’re going to die, Haruka. You don’t have a chance!” Isamu laughed.

Haruka wouldn’t back down despite that truth. She had only recently started her training. They had watched her slowly grow in her skills. Haruka was relentless, she refused to stop until she won, no matter how many duels she lost to get there. That wasn’t a problem when it was Kanta, Ami, or their sensei, but Isamu? Isamu wouldn’t give her a break. Isamu was going to allow Haruka to continue challenging her until she got bored and ended it, permanently. Everyone knew how this would end.

Isamu grinned, lashing out expertly with her katana. Haruka blocked frantically, automatically on the defence. The fight was over before it began, Isamu disarming her easily.

“Again!” Haruka cried, scrambling for her weapon. She, for the briefest moment, looked up at her fellow students and friends. The two pupils stared helplessly from the balcony looking over the fight. There was nothing they could do now. Haruka had challenged Isamu for them, sacrificed herself for them, and they could do nothing to stop the duel, not from up there.

Quickly, Haruka was disarmed, this time cut badly on the arm. She frantically reached for her weapon, holding it up in defense.

“Again!” she shouted, trying to be more aggressive. Her attempt only landed her empty handed and a cut on her other arm.

Kanta and Ami clutched the railing, shouting support and suggestions to their young friend. The duo had been training for years. They were highly experienced, talented fighters, but they didn’t stand a chance against Isamu. She had been badly beating them before Haruka, who they had told to stay back, put a stop to it by calling for a one on one duel.

“AGAIN!” Haruka cried, refusing to relent.

It was clear in Isamu’s expression that she’d had enough. She abruptly disarmed Haruka and stabbed her in the chest.

Haruka gasped, still for a moment in shock and looked up at her screaming friends in the balcony as she fell to the ground. The tournament hall dispersed, allowing Kanta and Ami to race to their friend. Isamu cleaned off her blade and began walking off.

“Shhhhh, shhhhh, Haruka, it’s okay, shhshsh it’s okay,” Ami soothed, trying to comfort Haruka. The young girl gasped for breath, deeply pained by the wound.

“ISAMU!” Kanta shouted, holding up his katana.

She turned around lazily. “She didn’t give me a choice. She wouldn’t stop. You know I couldn’t say no.” And with that she left, Haruka gasping for life as she walked away.

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Roman glass bottle in the shape of a fish, 1st-2nd century A.D.

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Lakota elders helped a white man preserve their language. Then he tried to sell it back to them.

“No matter how it was collected, where it was collected, when it was collected, our language belongs to us," said Ray Taken Alive, a Lakota teacher.

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this is vile

STANDING ROCK INDIAN RESERVATION, S.D. — Ray Taken Alive had been fighting for this moment for two years: At his urging, the Standing Rock Sioux Tribal Council was about to take the rare and severe step of banishing a nonprofit organization from the tribe’s land.

The Lakota Language Consortium had promised to preserve the tribe’s native language and had spent years gathering recordings of elders, including Taken Alive’s grandmother, to create a new, standardized Lakota dictionary and textbooks.

But when Taken Alive, 35, asked for copies, he was shocked to learn that the consortium, run by a white man, had copyrighted the language materials, which were based on generations of Lakota tradition. The traditional knowledge gathered from the tribe was now being sold back to it in the form of textbooks. 

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