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granhairdo · 5 months

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ten first lines game

thank you so much for the tag @sadeyedlady-writes!!!!

idea here is show the first lines of your ten most recent fanfictions, and if you don’t have ten, just post what you have :D

osprey- les mis

Girl's eyes are open In a blur of endless spring Wine bottles and clanging bells And horse hooves clack and clop

i am stuck in a dream- les mis

Montparnasse's days had turned into a never-ending abyss. The rebellion had come and gone, and with it, the decline of the Patron-Minette. His comrades, his partners in crime, were all gone, either dead or too far away and don't care.

the skies don’t ever offer respite- les mis

In Éponine's blurred world, the streets and passersby faded into indistinct colors, unnoticed. Trembling violently, her entire body convulsed, shaking like never before.

king and lionheart- great expectations

Pip watched Estella from afar, aching for her cruel beauty. She was his muse, his pain.

you can blame me when there’s no one left to blame- duelle

Lucie finally stopped running, feeling a sharp pain in her throat and side. As soon as her body came to a pause, a flood of exhaustion came over her. She put her hands on her knees, gasping for breath. Viva was gone, at least for now.

because i know there’s more than one way to lose my mind… to lose my mind… to lose my mind… to lose my mind- les mis

It was a warm night, with nothing but a slight chilling breeze running through the gaping holes in Éponine’s skirt, making her sharp knees tremble.

oh, my boy, you’re alive- les mis (1934 film)

A visceral pain seared through Éponine’s body when she saw the boys carrying what looked like her brother into the Corinth. Limp arms, still chest, and half open eyes, dead.

le cirque de patron-minette- les mis

Amidst the flickering glow of gas lamps, in a world where shadows danced to a melody of intrigue, there existed a troupe of enigmatic performers who traversed the thin line between light and darkness.

but you’re fine with the pace of my turn around- les mis

Enjolras cracks open the door to Éponine’s room, squinting at the bright industrial lighting that flooded the room. He sees her, sitting at the edge of the bed, staring off blankly.

questions- les mis

He was but a macabre Epiphron Clothed in an overcoat Darker than his eyes

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thanks again for the tag!

tagging (no pressure!): @kiwiabby @patron-minette @wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj @fireplace-ashes + anyone else because i am BLANKING today and i feel like i forgot about some of you

#les mis #duelle #great expectations #im officially the first and only work in the duelle (1976) fandom #i had to make all new character and relationships tags #a few of these are poems so i just did the first stanzas #while i love lengthy writing poetry still remains my passion #out of the many strange jobs ive worked i feel like middle school summer camp poetry class teacher is probably number 2 #number one is that antique shop obviously #but i usually am much more proud of my poems than the rest #i treated myself to a really nice text to speech program recently and it has not only helped my reading but also my writing #it makes research way easier and i dread proofreading less

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tedhugheshater · 1 year

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i just want to say that im putting this in my top 4 fave movies in letterboxd

#im so sorry xmen first class but i cant let carrie 1976 / jennifers body / 10 things i hate about you go #mine #ladybird.txt #.txt

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mariocki · 2 years

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Sweetheart: Sex, boys and girls, is a matter a' one a vese findin' one a' vese an' 'en 'ammerin' back an' forward like a steam 'ammer fer a couple a' minutes. Any questions?

Iron: Vis still don' rung chroo ter me Sweet'eart.

Sweetheart: Sex is wot 'appens when a boy bumble bee buzzes 'frough ver fields in summer an' sees a flower. When 'e sees ver flower, ver bumble bee buzzes up to it an' 'overs over it. Ven 'e fucks it rigid. Thass sex. Oh - an' birds do it an' all.

Nigel Williams, Class Enemy (1978)

#100plays #class enemy #modern drama #nigel williams #theatre quotes #modern theatre #sweetheart is an interesting character. he's probably the least developed of the boys‚ or at least the one about whom the least is learnt #acting more as an uneasy middleman between the pairings of Skylight and Racks‚ and Iron and Nipper #but i think it's significant that in the introductory stage directions Sweetheart is described as the smartest (in terms of appearance not #intelligence) and 'prettiest' of the boys. there isn't a great deal of significant dialogue from him‚ but there's enough that could #make an argument for him being (quite subtly) queer coded. his nickname as well (the boys all seem to have accepted their #nicknames and consider them their 'real' names)#could be interpreted as a comment on possible flamboyance or campness (something which isn't exactly directly found in the text #but which would be very easy to affect in performance of the role). at the same time it isn't so textual that a production would by #necessity play the part as gay; and equally i might be reaching. but it's interesting to consider.#oh and the reason i mention flamboyance; Sweetheart is also the most theatrical of the boys. each teaches a lesson and whilst he goes #first he's also the only one (barring Skylight‚ who uses a very different approach) to try and inhabit the role of Teacher as a performance #he also briefly mentions his affinity for impressions #including Angela Rippon (then perhaps best known for her show stealing turn on the 1976 Morecambe and Wise xmas #special‚ where she emerged from behind her newsdesk to perform a seductive dance...)

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jackredfieldwasmyjacob · 2 years

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just found this really cool map on Instagram and thought you might like it!!!

#spanish history #the 1812 constitution (also known as 'la pepa' or the cadiz constitution)#was the first constitution in spain #it was redacted during the independence war against the french in cadiz #abd it was actually very progressive for the time look it up for the specifics but i remember studying it in class and being like 😳😳😳#but it was never really enacted cause when we won the war and the king returned he took a look at the constitution and said #'that's cool but i'm gonna pass' and just. never inforced it #and that's why fernando vii is regarded as one of the worst kings in spanish history #anyways i always love seeing maps of how was divided the country #like for example the napoleonic plan of creating departments with names based on rivers??? insanely cool but also actually insane #like it's all wrong #and in this one... ngl i kinda dig the separation between leon and castilla #also it's insane to me to think that all of my mother's side of the family is like super proud of being manchego but until like 1975/1976 #albacete was part of murcia #like when my grandparents were teens they were in albacete murcia #WHEN MY MUM WAS BORN SHE VISITED HER FAMILY IN ALBACETE MURCIA #idk maybe that's why they have such strong manchego pride???#it would be interesting to see if there was this movement to include albacete or at least part of it in la mancha #due to cultural ties?#also fun fact for thf longest time the capital of albacete was chinchilla!#i don't know if the province was still called albacete or not tho #but i find that wild cause i've been to chinchilla abd it's just. a town #like la roda or puertollano would've made better capitals ffs #also i really like the idea of madrid being in la mancha 🥺#i like it better how it is now cause it works better as its own thing #but i love how culturally it's super close to la mancha <3

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misswarmnights · 7 months

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The absolutely gorgeous Dagmar Lassander in 'Classe mista' 1976. She is one of my favorites. 🌹

#dagmar lassander #classe mista #beauty #gorgeous #redhead #classe mista 1976 #stunning #beautiful lady #lovely actress #beautiful #actress #1970s #film #she is so beautiful #she is one of my favorite actresses #one of the most beautiful women ever #italian

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wutbju · 4 months

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The Rev. James Reynold Cannon, 83, lately of Travelers Rest, SC, passed away at his home on May 6, 2023, after entering hospice care in January. Jim, as he was known to family and friends, was born on March 27, 1940, in Wilmington, NC to the Rev. Abram Cannon and Magalene Burney Cannon of Wilmington.

Jim left school in ninth grade to enter the workforce and went on to serve in the U.S. Navy from 1958 to 1959 before receiving a medical discharge. He earned his GED while in the military, and later went on to attend Bob Jones University from 1971 to 1976, where he studied to enter the ministry.

In 1959, Jim married his high school sweetheart, Marion Dale Millinor Cannon and went on to have three children: Amelia, who is married to Pastor William Harper; Michael, who married the former Sheila Smith; and Gregory, who is married to the former Susie Roper.

He later married Dorothy Dorman in 1989 and two adult children were added to his family: David, who was married to his wife Bobbi Jo, and Trisha, who is married to Cary Alexander.

Jim worked mainly in sales before entering the ministry at the age of 36. He then became the pastor of Summit View Baptist Church in Greenville in 1976. He served as pastor of that congregation for seven years. He later became the director of the Greenville Rescue Mission, where he served from 1983 to 1986.

In 1990, after his marriage to Dot Cannon, Jim began a new ministry in Greenville called LifeSearch. This ministry worked mainly with homeless men who wanted to seek a new life in Christ and regain a place in the workforce and the community. As an outgrowth of the ministry, Jim began Faith Bible Fellowship church and the Academy of Life in Greenville. In 1998 he also founded KingsPointe Academy, a low-cost Christian school designed to offer an affordable Christian educational option to the families to which he ministered. That school continues to operate as part of the ministry of Bethel Calvary Baptist Church in Taylors.

In 2001, his ministries then moved to Travelers Rest where he also founded KingsPointe Industries to provide jobs for those who participated in the Academy of Life. He retired in 2021 at the age of 81.

Jim's love of God and service to his fellow man were hallmarks of his life and are legacies he sought to pass down to all his family.

Jim was predeceased by his father, Abram Cannon; his mother, Magalene Cannon Downing; his brothers, Kenny, Charles, and Bob; his former wife, Marion Dale Cannon; and his stepson, David Dorman. He is survived by his wife, Dorothy Cannon of Travelers Rest; his sisters, Carolyn Fowler of Benson, NC, Margaret "Mug" Anderson of Belville, NC, and Betty Coleman of Wilmington, NC; his daughter, Amelia Harper of Nashville, NC; his sons, Mike Cannon and Greg Cannon of Anderson, SC; his stepdaughter, Trisha Alexander of Greenville, SC; his grandchildren, Jonathan Harper (wife, Jennifer), Bradley Harper, Nicholas Dorman (wife Nickole), Ian Dorman, Alan Jacob Alexander and Lucas Alexander of Greenville, SC; Thomas Harper of Tallahasee, Florida; Andrew Harper of Lacey, WA; Keren Harper Turgeon (husband, Lane) of Andover, KS; Michael Von Cannon (wife Jordan) of Fort Myers, FL; Debra Prongue (husband Matt) and Ariel Sisler (husband Anthony) of Anderson, SC; Brandon Cannon (wife Megan) of Sacramento, CA; Brianna Walsh (husband Eric) of Atlanta, GA; Joshua Dorman (wife Chrissy) of West Virginia; Nathaniel Alexander (wife Sarah) of North Carolina and 14 great-grandkids: Evangeline Harper; Wally and Freddie Von Cannon; Matthew and Greyson Prongue; Mackenzie Jennings; Julian and Layla Sisler; Robin Dale Cannon, and Sarah, Stephanie, Daniel, Carter and Cooper Dorman. He is also survived by many nieces, nephews, and their descendents.

A visitation with the family will be held at Bethel Calvary Baptist Church at 11 Easy Street in Taylors, SC at 4:30 p.m. Thursday, May 11 with a memorial service to follow at 5:30 p.m. The church will provide a meal after the service.

Jim will be laid to rest at 1 p.m. Friday, May 12 in a family plot in the New Hollywood Cemetery in Lumberton, NC. Anyone is welcome to attend either service. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to KingsPointe Academy in care of Bethel Calvary Baptist Church, 11 Easy Street in Taylors. Donations may be made online at www.bethelcalvary.com .

The family wishes to thank Interim Healthcare of the Upstate for their excellent hospice care during Jim's final months.

#Bob Jones University #BJU Hall of Fame #2023 #Obituary #BJU Alumni Association #James Reynold Cannon #Class of 1976

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dizzyandcurious6 · 6 months

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His Sister [ Mitch Kramer/fem!Reader ] Part 2.

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[ (Y/n) Floyd ]

School was over and I went to find Tommy and his friend.

"(Y/n), how was class?" Tommy asked once I found them.

"I hate first days of school. We always have to introduce ourselves," I rolled my eyes. "And for you?"

"Our Math teacher is hot," he smiled and the boys giggled. I rolled my eyes, of course they would say that.

"Is that all?" I asked and he nodded.

"Our P.E. Teacher is also pretty hot," Carl snickered.

"Who? Mrs. Baker?" I asked and he nodded. "She's so mean..."

"Really? She was pretty nice to us," Carl snickered.

"Whatever." I mumbled. "Who are you waiting for?"

"Hirschfelder," Mitch said looking at the entrance. "He said he was going to talk to the Chemistry teacher."

"What for?" I asked and Mitch shrugged.

"He always needs extra help in Science," Carl says.

"Let's go," my older brother says as he walks past me.

"Gotta go," I say.

"How about you come over to Mitch's house? We're going to watch a movie." Tommy says.

"Cool, give me the address." I smiled and he wrote it on my hand.

"Be there loser," he smiled and I smiled back.

"I'll be there," I waved goodbye to them and followed my older brother.

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[ Mitch Kramer ]

"Why did you invite her?" I asked looking at Tommy who smirked.

"Because, you two obviously have a thing for her and I want to see who she picks," he shrugged.

"What did I miss?" Hirschfelder asked as he walked over to us.

"Yoko wants to break up the band," I mumbled.

"What?" Hirschfelder asked.

"Tommy invited (Y/n) to Mitch's house to see us fight," Carl said.

"To see you fight? Why?" Hirschfelder asked looking at Tommy. We began our walk to our houses.

"They both like her. It's clear as day. And, well, I think it would be fun to see them fight over her," Tommy laughs.

"I don't like (Y/n)," I scoffed.

"You do! I saw the way you looked at her during Chemistry, you were basically killing me with that stare!" Tommy laughed.

"Is that what was happening?" Hirschfelder asked looking at me. "No wonder, you were acting so distracted."

"I wasn't distracted by her, the class is just so boring," I mumbled.

"Yeah right," Tommy laughed.

"I guess we are going to have to fight," Carl joked. "May the best man win."

"You can have her," I mumbled. "I'm not fighting anyone and not over a stupid girl."

I walked faster and they all began to laugh at me.

"Come back Mitch! We were only messing with you!" Carl shouted. I flipped them the middle finger and continued to walk to my house.

"Are we still coming over?!" Hirschfelder asked.

I didn't answer and they just kept laughing. What good friends they are.

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[ (Y/n) Floyd ]

The phone rang and I picked up first.

"Hello?" I say with a smile.

"Hey, it's Tommy." Tommy says and I relax.

"Hey!" I smiled, "What's up?"

"Mitch is mad at us," he snickered. I heard other snickers on the other side.

"How come?" I asked and there was laughter this time, "What's so funny?"

"No reason," he laughed. "You still going right?"

"Yeah, should I not go?" I asked.

"No!" He shouted quickly which caught me by surprise. "I mean, no. You can still go. Mitch is very easily angered. He'll get over it. I'll see you there!" Tommy hung up the phone.

"Who was that?" Randall asked as he walked in the living room.

"Just my friend," I say with a shrug.

"It better just be a friend. You're a fetus and you aren't allowed to date." He scolded and I rolled my eyes.

"You had a girlfriend when you were my age. Why can't I have a boyfriend?" I asked and he of course rolled his eyes.

"Because, I'm a man and you're a girl. It's different." He walked away before I could say anything else to him.

"Whatever, I'm going over to my friend's house later!" I shout and ran upstairs to get ready. I put on a cute skirt and a cute red top on. I applied lipgloss and redid my hair. I smiled at the mirror before walking out of my bedroom and downstairs. “I’m leaving!”

I slammed the door closed and began walking to the direction of where Mitch’s house was. It was a quiet walk and it was cold, wearing a skirt was a mistake.

I knocked on the door and waited for it to open.

“What are you doing here?” Mitch asked looking at me weird.

“Am I early?” I asked confused. “Did they not come yet?”

“Those bastards, I told them that the plans were cancelled and of course they don’t tell you.” He rolled his eyes.

I laughed nervously, “They sure know how to mess with a person.” There was an awkward silence. “I should go…”

“Wait,” he said, he seemed to be arguing with himself. “You should stay. It’s going to get dark soon, stay until my sister gets back she can take you home.”

“Are you sure?” I asked and he nodded. “Okay…”

I entered his house and sat on the sofa.

“Want some water? Juice?” He asked.

“Um, water would be okay.” I smiled and he nodded. He walked to his kitchen and I sat there.

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[ Mitch Kramer ]

“Those bastards wouldn’t pull this shit,” I muttered. I grabbed the phone and dialed Tommy’s number. I waited for him to answer.

“Hello?” He says.

“Why didn’t you tell her the plans were off?” I asked angrily.

“I thought you were going to,” he said trying to hold back a laugh.

“I don’t know her phone number!” I shouted.

“Is she there?” He asks and I roll my eyes.

“What do you think, asshole?” I say and he laughs louder.

“Mitch?” Carl says also holding back a laugh. “Tell her that we are so sorry—laugh— and that we will make it up to her.”

“You bastards,” I say before hanging up the phone. I grabbed a bottle of water before walking out.

“Were you calling them?” She asked and I nodded. “What did they say?”

“A bunch of bull,” I mumbled. I sat beside her and there was an awkward feeling.

“I can call my brother and see if he’ll come and get me,” she suggests.

I looked at her and once more I was hypnotized by her eyes.

“Mitch?” I could hear her say but I didn’t say anything back.

“Huh?” I said back finally snapping back to reality.

“I said I could call my brother to come and get me,” she repeats.

“Oh, um… We can just watch the movie. I have to return it tomorrow, besides those bastards deserve for it to be spoiled.” I tell her and she nods.

I grab the movie and put it on the TV. I sat a few inches away from her and we watched it in an awkward silence.

“I’m home!” My sister Jodi shouts as she sets her keys down. “Hello?”

“Hi,” (Y/n) smiles at her.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” She asks and I shake my head. She looks at me suspiciously before shrugging.

“Jodi!” I say before she leaves.

“Yes?” She asks.

“Could you maybe… Take her home?” I ask. She looks over at (Y/n) then looks back at me.

“Sure,” she says.

“Rad, thanks.” I say before looking at the TV again.

The movie ends and Jodi takes her home. I laid on the sofa defeated. Damn assholes, had I known they were going to pull this I would’ve been less awkward!

I heard the front door open and close and Jodi’s footsteps walk over to me.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumbled.

“What was that?” She asked and I groaned.

“I messed up I know!” I say back and she scoffs.

“Messed up? If you ever want to see her again I suggest you call her and apologize. You were so… Awkward?” She laughs and walks away.

I rolled off the sofa and walked over to the telephone. I didn’t even know her phone number. I sighed and grabbed the phonebook. I looked through all the F last names before finding it. I began to call it.

“Hello?” I heard her say.

“Hey, it’s Mitch…” I say.

“Hey,” she says with a tone of surprise.

“Hey, I just wanted to apologize for how I acted… More like how I didn’t act,” I chuckled nervously.

“It’s okay. I know it must’ve caught you off guard,” she chuckles. “Besides, I wasn’t any better.”

We began to laugh and talk a little more with each other.

“How about a redo?” I ask towards the end.

“Sure,” she says.

“Maybe this time we actually go to a real theater?” I suggest.

“Yeah. I would love that.”

“Cool… How about tomorrow? After school?”

“Rad, I’ll be there.”

“Rad. I’ll see you then.”

#mitch kramer x fem!reader #mitch kramer #mitch kramer x reader #dazed and confused #x reader #romance #love #x female reader #randall floyd #Floyd’s sister #class of 1979 #1976

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steveyockey · 5 months

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Measuring purely by confirmed kills, the worst mass murderer ever executed by the United States was the white supremacist terrorist Timothy McVeigh. On April 19, 1995, McVeigh detonated a massive bomb at the Murrah federal building in Oklahoma City, killing 168 people, including 19 children. The government killed McVeigh by lethal injection in June 2001. Whatever hesitation a state execution provokes, even over a man such as McVeigh — necessary questions about the legitimacy of killing even an unrepentant soldier of white supremacy — his death provided a measure of closure to the mother of one of his victims. “It’s a period at the end of a sentence,” said Kathleen Treanor, whose 4-year old McVeigh killed.

McVeigh, who in his own psychotic way thought he was saving America, never remotely killed on the scale of Kissinger, the most revered American grand strategist of the second half of the 20th century.

The Yale University historian Greg Grandin, author of the biography Kissinger’s Shadow, estimates that Kissinger’s actions from 1969 through 1976, a period of eight brief years when Kissinger made Richard Nixon’s and then Gerald Ford’s foreign policy as national security adviser and secretary of state, meant the end of between three and four million people. That includes “crimes of commission,” he explained, as in Cambodia and Chile, and omission, like greenlighting Indonesia’s bloodshed in East Timor; Pakistan’s bloodshed in Bangladesh; and the inauguration of an American tradition of using and then abandoning the Kurds.

No infamy will find Kissinger on a day like today. Instead, in a demonstration of why he was able to kill so many people and get away with it, the day of his passage will be a solemn one in Congress and — shamefully, since Kissinger had reporters like CBS’ Marvin Kalb and The New York Times’ Hendrick Smith wiretapped — newsrooms. Kissinger, a refugee from the Nazis who became a pedigreed member of the “Eastern Establishment” Nixon hated, was a practitioner of American greatness, and so the press lionized him as the cold-blooded genius who restored America’s prestige from the agony of Vietnam.

Not once in the half-century that followed Kissinger’s departure from power did the millions the United States killed matter for his reputation, except to confirm a ruthlessness that pundits occasionally find thrilling. America, like every empire, champions its state murderers. The only time I was ever in the same room as Henry Kissinger was at a 2015 national-security conference at West Point. He was surrounded by fawning Army officers and ex-officials basking in the presence of a statesman.

#THANK YOU ACKERMAN VERY COOL #worth reading the whole thing obviously

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radiofreederry · 4 months

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happy birthday, Mao Zedong! (December 26, 1893)

One of the 20th century's most influential figures, Mao Zedong was born in Hunan province to a wealthy farmer. Mao's political education began by reading the works of liberal reformer Zheng Guanying and later joined the rebellion against the Qing. Mao began associating with Chinese Marxist Li Dazhao, and soon came to embrace Marxism himself. He became an early member of the Communist Party of China and joined it in taking up arms in the name of revolution and helping to organize the Chinese Red Army. Over the course of the long Chinese Civil War, Mao's theoretical acumen, organizational skill, and tactical intelligence gained him respect and, ultimately, leadership of the party. He would lead the communists to victory against both the invading Japanese and the conservative republicans, proclaiming the People’s Republic of China in 1949. Mao set to work modernizing China and laying the foundations for socialism, instituting land reform and an industrial program while politically transforming Chinese society and suppressing reaction and liberalism. Through his leadership, China was transformed from a still semi-feudal state into a world power. Mao provided a number of contributions to Marxist theory, and his ideas are variously interpreted through such tendencies as Marxism-Leninism-Maoism and Mao Zedong Thought. He died in 1976.

"A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery; it cannot be so refined, so leisurely and gentle, so temperate, kind, courteous, restrained and magnanimous. A revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence by which one class overthrows another."

#birthdays #mao zedong

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odinsblog · 2 years

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Studying at Tehran University in 1977: While many women were already in higher education at the time of the revolution, the subsequent years saw a marked increase in the number attending university. This was in part because the authorities managed to convince conservative families living in rural areas to allow their daughters to study away from home.

"They tried to stop women from attending university, but there was such a backlash they had to allow them to return," says Baroness Haleh Afshar, a professor of women's studies at the University of York who grew up in Iran in the 1960s.

"Some educated people left Iran, and the authorities realised in order to run the country they needed to educate both men and women."

Window shopping in Tehran in 1976: Before the revolution, the hijab was already widely worn but many women also chose to don Western-style clothes, including tight-fitting jeans, miniskirts and short-sleeved tops. "The shoes haven't changed - and the passion for shoes is in all of us! Women in Iran are no different from women the world over, and going shopping is just a means for women to get away from every day stress," says Prof Afshar.

Friday picnic in Tehran in 1976: Families and friends tend to get together on Fridays, which are weekend days in Iran. "Picnics are an important part of Iranian culture and are very popular amongst the middle classes. This has not changed since the revolution. The difference is, nowadays, men and women sitting together are much more self-aware and show more restraint in their interactions," says Prof Afshar.

Hair salon in Tehran in 1977: "This is a scene you would no longer expect to see in Iran - but even after the Islamic Revolution, hairdressers continued to exist," says Prof Afshar. "Nowadays you wouldn't see a man inside the hairdressers - and women would know to cover up their hair as soon as they walked out the door. Some people may also operate secret salons in their own homes where men and women can mix."

Bodyguards surround the shah in 1971: A young woman approaches Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi (far right) at a huge party marking the 2,500th anniversary of the Persian monarchy - the extravagance of the event was widely condemned by his left-wing and clerical opponents. "By this time, the shah was already very much disliked and some believe this image of excess and indulgence may have contributed to events leading up to the revolution eight years later," Prof Afshar explains.

Walking down a snowy street in Tehran in 1976: "You cannot stop women walking in the streets of Iran, but you wouldn't see this today - her earrings and make up so clearly on show," Prof Afshar says. "There is this concept of 'decency' in Iran - so nowadays women walking in the streets are likely to wear a coat down to her knees and a scarf."

Women rally against the hijab in 1979: Soon after taking power, Iran's new Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini decreed that all women had to wear the veil - regardless of religion or nationality. On 8 March - International Women's Day - thousands of women from all walks of life turned out to protest against the law.

Walking in Tehran in 2005: Not all women in Iran opt to wear the black chador, a cloak that covers the body from head to toe and only leaves the face exposed. Many prefer to wear loosely fitted headscarves and coats. "The real question is how far back do you push your scarf? Women have their own small acts of resistance and often try as far as possible to push their scarves back," says Prof Afshar.

Watching football from a Tehran shopping centre in 2008: Though women were never officially banned from watching men's football matches in Iran, they are often refused entry to stadiums and some of those who have tried have been detained. Before the revolution, women were allowed to attend sporting events.

SEPTEMBER 2022: Protests, after the Morality Police beat, arrested and then murdered Mahsa Amini — for the “crime” of improperly wearing her hijab (source) (source)

#mahsa amini #jini emini #jini amini #iran #hijab #morality police #politics #islamic revolution #tehran #protests #bodily autonomy #womens rights #feminism #womanism #war on women #patriarchy #jhina emini

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murphy-stamp · 5 months

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What's happening in Palestine is not "complicated", and it's not some insane "2000 year war about religion".

1917 : The Balfour Declaration was passed by the British, signing over the Palestinian land that was not their's to begin with to the Jewish people. Jewish people are not native to Palestine, and “israel” did not exist until 1948. The Balfour Declaration was the most controversial and contested documented in all of modern history.

1936 : A partition came into play, where the British once again promised the Palestinian land to be allocated to the Jewish people to become a "Jewish state". A 3 year revolt takes place to contest the partition which brought an end the the British army having anymore control over Palestine, and over 5000 Palestinians were killed. During this time the first armed zionist group was formed (Irgun) and they launched a series of unprecedented attacks against the Palestinian people.

1946 : Irgun bombed the King David Hotel which killed another 91 Palestinians, then in May of 1948 "israel" was formed which resulted in 750,000 Palestinians being displaced and 530 Palestinian villages being destroyed - this is referred to as the 1st Nakba (which means "disaster" in Arabic) - the 2nd Nakba started on October 7th. The remaining 22% of Palestine that had yet to be occupied was then divided into the Gaza Strip and The West Bank. That same year the UN passed a legislation that allowed Palestinian refugees to return home, but they were treated as second class citizens. "israel" controls the Palestinian education, prohibits their involvement in politics & elections, they control how much food and water they get, and their medical supplies.

1956-1966 : "israel" massacred the Palestinian villages Qalqilya, Kufr, Qassem, Khan Younis, and As-Samu.

1967 : "israel" occupied the remainder of historic Palestine in Gaza & The West Bank (and by occupy I mean they forcibly removed Palestinians from their homes, demolished their homes, or lived in the upper parts of their houses, forcing Palestinians to live in the lower halves, and then they built wire fences over top of these houses on the outside to block their view of the sky and so they could also throw garbage, boiling water, & human waste at the Palestinians walking the streets below. During that time another 300,000 Palestinians were displaced. The UN called for "israel" to leave Palestine, but they did not do that.

1976 : 1000's of hectares of Palestinian land were forcibly confiscated & protests were brutally shut down.

1987 : The first Intifada starts (which means the Palestinian revolution) where "isreal" established 45 more settlements on Palestinian land. A massive peaceful protest broke out by the Palestinians to show that the occupation & brutalization of their land and people was no longer acceptable. The IOF defence minister at the time, Yitzhak Rabin, ordered the IOF to break the bones of all Palestinians who were protesting. This is when the Hamas resistance group was founded (it was actually created initially by "israel" in hopes that it would divide the Palestinian people and shut down the Muslim Brother Hood - another resistance group). During that time 1000+ Palestinians were killed by the IOF.

1993 : the 2nd Intifada begins. The Oslo Accord is signed which was meant to being "peace" and a "2 state solution", but that just turned into more brutality by the IOF and another 5000+ Palestinians were killed. The IOF instigated Palestinian protestors with 1.3 million rounds of ammunition. Diana Buttu (a Palestinian-Canadian lawyer) made a statement saying the bill for a "2 state solution" was no more than a distraction for "israel" to carry out their plan in silence from the rest of the world which was always for the extermination, ethnic cleansing, and occupation of Palestine.

2014 : The Gaza War happened. This is when "israel" introduced the apartheid wall, which further isolated the Palestinians. They also launched a large scale attack on Gaza with ariel & naval fire power, 2500+ Palestinians were killed in just 50 days. In Gaza the IOF destroyed 83 schools, 10 healthcare centres, and 12,600 housing units.

2008-2023 : 8000+ more Palestinians were killed by the IOF, and now since october 7th 23,000+ Palestinians have been killed, and 1.6 million have been displaced.

This is one of the largest ongoing examples of colonial violence in the world today.

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Can I request GP Photographer Wanda x Model Reader

The Phone Call

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x reader, Tony and Pepper x reader (Parents/child)

Word Count: 1976

Warnings: Smut, Wanda has a dick, pervert Wanda, phone sex, mommy kink, bottom!Wanda, guiding, handjobs, jerking off to photos, praise, degrading, punishments, edging,

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Wanda had a love for taking photos, especially when you’d be the model. She loved seeing you pose with a silly face, and she loved making you dress up in cute little outfits. Whether it was a dress or skimpy lingerie, she adored staring at the pictures she had taken of you. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but admire the polaroids when you were gone. And sometimes, she couldn’t help but bring a hand into her pants.

You had left only three days ago on a small road trip to visit your family. Wanda had wanted to go, but her classes and schedule restricted her from doing so. Your family loved her and wanted to see her, but they understood the stress of college.

Wanda had a small box under her bed filled with small polaroids painted with your body. She ran the pad of her thumb over your gorgeous face, smiling to herself when glancing at your beauty. The next photo she grabbed was one of you in only her sweatshirt. It was large, restricting her from seeing the cute pink panties you wore that day. You were smiling whilst holding the ends of the fabric, it was one of her favorite photos of you. The innocence laced in you could only make her imagine the things she’d do to you. Your thighs were exposed, begging to be planted with marks and love bites. Oh, how she wanted to fuck your thighs more than anything.

The next polaroid she lurked upon was one of you wearing a pair of red panties and stockings. Your arm was covering your bra-less breasts as you sucked on a lollipop. You stood on your tiptoes and looked up at nothing, a sweet smile being hidden beneath the sugary treat. Images of you teasing her cock with your mouth filled her mind. The way you licked over the tip so gently as to barely graze it made her go feral. And when you’d take her down to the base, crying and gagging as your hand would massage her balls with the sweetest care, it ruined her.

She couldn’t stop. No matter how hard she tried to stop herself from going through the box, she just couldn’t help it.

You were finishing up dinner with your family, eating the remains of the dessert your mother had baked, and creating a small talk between you and your parents.

“So, Y/N, how’s Wanda?”

“I swear you guys love her more than me at this point.” The two chuckled humorously as you smiled gently, staring down at your food to avoid them seeing your reddened cheeks. It was crazy how she could make you blush from miles and miles away.

“She’s great, yeah. She actually is waiting on her results for her final before the break.” You filled your mouth up with the moist cake that earlier was coated in a ‘Happy Birthday Pepper’ and waited for their response.

“You guys planning on doing anything over break?” Your father asked, your mother nodding along with his words.

“Well, we both want to take time for ourselves but at the same time, we want to explore. If we were to travel, we were thinking Puerto Rico would be nice. It would be great for some pictures and definitely a nice place to visit.” You all continued on for another half an hour before you separated ways and started to walk into your childhood bedroom. The two of them were in their room doing god knows what when you got a call. You looked at the name and saw that it was Wanda. Excitedly picking up the phone, your smile soon got replaced with a look of confusion as you heard small groans on the other side.

“Wanda? Are you okay?” Hearing your voice only made her harder. Her hand was wrapped around her length, slowly stroking the shaft and lightly grazing her thumb over the pre-cum leaking tip.

“Fuck! Y-Y/N, please, it feels so good.” Whimpers left her cracked-open mouth as she expressed her needs to you, only leaving a smirk on your face.

“Wanda, are you touching yourself?” She nodded, only to then remember that you couldn’t see her. But you needed to, you needed to see the way her cock twitched in her hands from the thought of you.

“Wanda, why don’t you facetime me, let mommy help you out.” In a quick few seconds, the camera was being turned on as you got the notification that she was trying to video call. You accepted, being greeted with darkness until you saw her breathtaking face make its way onto your phone.

“My angel is so beautiful, isn’t she? My pretty girl, tell mommy how pretty you are.” She tried to speak, but the moan that left her lips cut her off. She knew she should’ve slowed down her pace, making it easier for her to not cum right away. But it was impossible when picturing it was your hand instead of hers.

“Baby, what did I say? Do you think mommy will be so nice to you if you don’t listen?”

“I’m sorry! Please let me be your good girl tonight, just wanna please you.” She whimpered out in fear and frustration. She tried to listen, she really did. But sometimes, all she wanted to do was be a little brat. She only thought at the moment, not caring about the punishment that she could receive later on.

“I’m your pretty girl, I’m mommy’s pretty girl!” You smiled at her through the camera, now being dressed in nothing but your panties. You rid her of seeing your bare chest, her favorite part of your entire body. She would worship your breasts all night long if she could. She had hundreds of pictures of your chest alone, she went through them all nearly every day.

“Yeah? You’re my girl? My princess?” She groaned in annoyance, watching as her pre-cum continued to drool down her awaiting cock. She wasn’t going to last long, her best bet was just to give in.

“All yours, mommy! I’m your girl, your princess. I’m yours to touch, to own, to fuck, all yours!” She swapped the camera around, letting you watch as her palm pumped her throbbing cock. Her thighs occasionally twitched upwards, her toned abs becoming visible as her chest went up and down due to her rapid breathing. Your breath hitched when hearing footsteps from outside of your old bedroom.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to have to be quiet, okay?” She agreed in hopes you’d show her some gratitude for listening, even if deep down she knew you wouldn’t.

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? What if they came in here and saw what you were doing for me? I don’t think they’d like you very much if they knew you’re slutting yourself out for their child in the room next to them.”

“God, keep talking to me like that, I’m gonna cum.” She set her phone down, holding the small piece of paper that was marked with your naked body close to her pulsing cock. In the photo, your mouth was split open, your eyes closed as drops of her juices painted your face. She remembers exactly how that night went. You were tired, sleeping as you waited for her to get home from work. She came home needy and woke you up, crying as you jerked her off slowly, not letting her finish until you said. You edged her over and over, only letting her cum when she was shaking and twitching. That night, you cockwarmed her as you slept. She tried to sleep just like you, but it was impossible with the way you clenched around her so tightly. You woke up to her release dripping out of you and a sleeping Wanda that you soon woke up to head.

“Darling? You still there?” Wanda hadn’t even realized that she was stuck in her head and missed what you said. You were sat with the phone in your hand, the other in your underwear, and toying with your clit. You weren’t going to let her cum until you did, it was one of your rules that she despised and loved at the same time. She loved making you finish more than anything, but she hated waiting when she was so close to tipping over the edge. You knew how desperate she always was, and you loved that dearly. And what you loved most of all, was knowing that it was all because of you.

“Y-yeah, I was just thinking.”

“About what, baby?” She contemplated telling you, worried you’d think she was a pervert for looking at your photos. Even though you knew all about them. But you wouldn’t tell her that, you liked knowing how gross she was for you. That she’d get hard just from looking at your photos.

“C’mon, Wanda, tell mommy what you’re thinking about.” You egged her on. She could feel herself falling into that headspace, the one only you could cause. Her mind would go fuzzy, any thought leaving her mind as all she could focus on was you and your angelic voice. You loved when she got like that, when she was so needy that she couldn’t even think without your help.

“Of you, I was thinking of you, mommy.” You hummed, clearly not satisfied with her answer.

“Yeah? What about me?” When she didn’t give an answer, you forced it out of her, threatening her with a punishment if she didn’t speak.

“No! No! Please, I’ll tell you.”

“Go on then, tell mommy what nasty thoughts are going through your pretty little head.” She took in a deep breath, preparing herself to hear the degrading words that would leave your mouth.

“I was thinking about- ah! Mommy, please!” She was so close, basically on the verge of cumming as you only mocked her desperate antics.

“Baby, you know I won’t let you cum if you don’t tell me all those sweet little thoughts.”

“Fuck! I was thinking about you, and about you sucking me off. The way you wrap your mouth around me and go all the way down. The way you gag and cry. The way you moan around me. The way you look at me and talk to me. God, it’s so hot, I can’t stop picturing it.” You circled your clit faster as you listened to her speak, making a mental note to exaggerate those actions the next time you’d be with her.

“You get mommy so wet, baby. Do you like knowing that? You like knowing that mommy is dripping just for you.” She whined out pathetically.

“Hmm, what a shame you aren’t here, I would’ve had you licking me up in no time.” She begged and begged for the next few minutes, hoping you’d finally let her cum. And you were getting so close to breaking.

“Shit! My God- please! Please, mommy, I’ll do anything. You can punish me, I don’t care, just please let me cum. Just this one time?”

“Do it, Wanda, cum for me.” The second you let out those words, she let herself go, spurts of her release coating her hand and lower stomach. She moaned louder than ever before, the picture that was still in her hand being covered in her juices. You let yourself finish with her, covering your mouth to hide any noises to make sure your parents wouldn’t hear. It was late, you didn’t want to wake them up to hearing your moans for someone who they thought was so sweet and innocent.

“Holy shit. The second I come home, I want you on your knees, naked, and waiting for me on the bed.” And with that, you hung up, leaving her with a slightly hardened cock and the perfect image of what was to come.

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