#chief bey

[garadinervi]

Pharoah Sanders, Izipho Zam (My Gifts), Dolphy Series 2, SES 19733, Strata-East, 1973, Recorded January 14, 1969 at TownSound Studios, Englewood, NJ (youtu here). Nat Bettis, percussion; Chief Bey, African drums; Sonny Fortune, alto saxophone; Billy Hart, drums; Howard Johnson, tuba; Cecil McBee, bass; Pharoah Sanders, saxophone and percussion; Majeed Shabazz, drums; Sonny Sherrock, guitar; Sirone (Norris Jones), bass; Lonnie Liston Smith, piano; Leon Thomas, vocal and percussion; Tony Wylie, percussion

#graphic design #music #music album #cover #back cover #pharoah sanders #nat bettis #chief bey #sonny fortune #billy hart #howard johnson #cecil mcbee #majeed shabazz #sonny sherrock #sirone #norris jones #lonnie liston smith #leon thomas #tony wylie #strata east #townsound studios #1960s #1970s

[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

Dichen Lachman from Severance as a young Lin Beifong has been flooding my brain for weeks now.

See for yourself. Because I sure can't unsee it.

Her outfits in these images are a great visual for my fic, Laws of Physics. This is mostly how I write her to be dressed in as a Professor- the hair and everything. Formal, but sleek, comfortable and well put together.

Her soft gaze in the second image is just, *chef's kiss*.

#consider me back to the fandom #i'm not sure if this comparison post was already made #but either way i can't unsee it #lin beifong #dichen lachman #chief beifong #lin beifong headcanons #lin bei fong #lin tlok #merkittty's back baby #dichen lachman as lin Beifong

[attackfish]

Could you please do another Mama Lin AU post? I absolutely freaking love it!

Continued from: [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], and [Link].

1. The deciding factor, and there were other things too, but the one that brought them to the breaking point, was that Tenzin needed to have children if there were ever going to be more airbenders, and Lin wanted to be a mother about as much as she wanted to be buried alive. And now she's got two kids? It's a bit of a shock for Tenzin, let's be fair. He's married to someone else, and has children, and he's not unhappy about not being with Lin, but it's a weird feeling, a road not taken feeling, something like, but not really, regret.

2. But whatever mixed and complicated emotions Tenzin feels in regards to Lin's forays into motherhood, he recognizes a potential political ally when he sees one. And he has too few of those to throw one away needlessly. He, of all the Council members, treats Republic City as his home. Air Temple island is right offshore, and the United Republic is part of his father's legacy. Most of the rest of the Council expect to serve out their terms and return home to their respective countries. Tarrlock is the only one who intends to stay, but Tarrlock is slippery as an eel-shark, and anyway, he is two parts smarm, one part corruption, and he has no interest in changing the status quo to improve lives for the poor. Not a man Tenzin can work with. Lin however, Lin he can work with.

3. Technically, Lin isn't officially a mom yet. The official adoption is still about a week away when she has her audience with the Council. They still have to meet in front of a judge and declare that they are a family. Bolin is over the moon excited about it, and Mako is, well Mako has mixed feelings. He can't shake the worry that this is all some kind of trap and everything will change once he and his brother are legally Lin's sons. He knows it doesn't make any sense, but... Lin asked Mako's teacher about that, and she said it's normal, so Lin is mostly ignoring the worry, cautiously trusting that it will fade when nothing actually changes. And nothing does change. They go in front of the judge, the paperwork is filed, they go out to dinner at Mako and Bolin's favorite noodle shop to celebrate, and the next day, Lin signs a paper with their school to officially add Beifong to the boys' names. That's it. They're officially a family.

4. Okay, that's not strictly true. Zuko also shows up a few days later on the boys' day off school with Fire Nation style ginger honey plum cakes, and presents for the three of them, and a mock-stern warning that the boys are his nephews now. Lin pulls him aside later to talk to him about the problems in Republic City, and he promises to talk to Izumi, but it's all he can do not to pinch Lin's cheeks.

5. I just want to give a shout out to Kuvira. It takes a lot of bravery to do what she does next, calling Katara up in the middle of the night (for her, not for Katara) to talk.

#legend of korra #lin beifong #lok mako #bolin #zuko #tenzin #posts i created #do you want to ask a question it doesn't have to be a question #five headcanons #mako got moxie #they see me bolin #that's chief lin bei fong to you #zuko is a dweeby little turtleduck #except tenzin #kuvira is a dic uh tator

[ilovelin]

Here’s Bumi gazing at Lin, as requested by @chiefbeifongcanrailme

I used the beautiful Marlene Dietrich (Lin’s character design was actually based off her!!) as a reference. 

#i hope i did marlene justice #i hope u like it #pls dont be disappointed #i procrastinated way too long on this #lin was so hard to draw #i hope it looks like her #lin bei fong #Lin Beifong #chief beifong #Chief Lin Beifong #beifong #bumi #bumi ii #commander bumi #linumi #lok #ilovelin #art by me

[aangarchy]

Every atla AU is like "aang was found later" or "aang was found earlier" or "aang died and someone else became the next avatar" or "aang never got encased in ice and died 100yrs later and yue became the next avatar" but what about an AU where Aang never got found at all and remained encased in ice forever?

The world would have to accept that the avatar will never be reborn. No one knows what happened to the cycle. Even spiritual experts are absolutely baffled bc by all measures, the cycle shouldn't have stopped at all. People assume the young airbender would have been killed during the fire nation raids, while in the avatar state. But there would have been reports of that. People couldn't have missed a glowing kid? And if the cycle is supposedly gone, why do we still feel Raava's presence?

All contact with the spirit world eventually ceased. Even spiritual elders like Iroh eventually aren't able to meditate into the spirit world anymore. The Fire Nation's drill plan would have succeeded. They would have conquered the Earth Kingdom fully. The only true free nation remaining would be the Northern Watertribe, who remain in their ice fortress locked away from the rest of the world forever. Airbenders remain extinct.

Zuko gives up on his search for the Avatar after 4 years. At this point the 17yr old realizes he was sent on a fool's errand. It was his father's intention for him to never return. Him and Iroh abandon the ship, and make it to Ba Sing Se, where they settle and become Earth Kingdom citizens. Sokka and Katara leave the Southern tribe around the same time, in search of Hakoda. With Katara's limited waterbending skills they make it to Whale Tale island and catch a boat from there. Then they travel the Earth Kingdom with the limited information they have to find their dad. Toph eventually runs away from home to go to Earth Rumble competitions all over the Earth Kingdom. Her goal is to become the world champion. Suki's ambition to help refugees and fight in the war would cause her to take a troop of Kyoshi warriors and leave Kyoshi Island.

These people were destined to meet, with or without Aang. Their paths would cross one way or the other. A banished prince, the son and daughter of the Southern Watertribe chief, the leader of the Kyoshi warriors, and the only heir to the Bei Fong estate, they would make a team and devise a plan to stop the war. But they would always feel like something is missing. And that something is beneath the ice, in a deep eternal slumber. Would they even succeed?

#it's a bleak AU but a very interesting one #avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar #zuko #prince zuko #atla au #sokka #katara #suki #toph bei fong #toph beifong

[metamorphesque]

<<Your Excellency, Mr. Minister, At this moment, as discussions are underway regarding the deportation of Armenians, I notice that there is a tendency to primarily attribute the blame to the governors-general and chiefs. I have the honor to bring to Your Excellency's attention the atrocities committed in the name of science... In December 1915, in Yerznka, under the orders of Tevfik Salim, the chief physician of the 3rd Army Corps, the contaminated blood taken from patients with spotted typhus was used as a vaccine on innocent Armenians condemned to exile without "activation." Such experiments are typically conducted on specific laboratory animals. As a consequence of those actions, many of the individuals subjected to the experiment became ill and died. Prior to the vaccination, they were deceived, being told that the vaccinations were administered as a preventive measure against typhus. The organizer of these experiments, Hamdi Suad, a professor of pathological anatomy at the Ottoman Medical University, published the results of his research in the pages of the "Medical-Military Newspaper of Constantinople," announcing that they were applied to those sentenced to death. However, I, your humble servant, witnessed everything and can attest that the subjects of the professor's deadly experiments had no other crime than being Armenian. These facts can be corroborated by Dr. Refet Bey, the chief physician of Yerznka Central Hospital, two Armenian doctors who worked with him, as well as Dr. Selaheddin Bey, the chief physician of the Yerznka Red Cross. Therefore, I, your humble servant, declare that in addition to political crimes, scientific crimes were also committed, about which I am prepared to provide full explanations.>>

Published in the "Türkçe İstanbul" newspaper on December 23, 1918, the author of the letter is the Turkish doctor-surgeon Haydar Jemal; let's not forget this name. He addressed the letter to the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Turkey.

In the issue of the same newspaper on December 24, 1918, that is, the following day, another Turkish doctor, Selaheddin, wrote the following (let's remember him with kind words):

<<Yesterday, I was cited as a direct witness of several events in the open letter of surgeon Haydar Jemal addressed to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Being aware of what transpired in Yerznka Central Hospital, I consider it a matter of conscience to elucidate this matter. In 1915, numerous Armenians who struggled to conceal themselves in Yerznka were chosen and treated as experimental subjects in the city's central hospital, subjected to microbiological experiments typically conducted on guinea pigs and rabbits. This is how numerous Armenians perished...>>

Here is also a third letter written by the same doctor, Selaheddin, but printed in another newspaper, "Alemdar", on January 8, 1919. Let's reflect on his name once more, with kindness in our hearts.

<<If we acknowledge that the government of the "Union and Progress" (let's also include Germany) never valued conscience, morality, honor, and all sacred values, one can easily grasp the guiding principle that led to inflicting so much suffering on Armenians. At that time, no one demanded accountability for the atrocities committed, and many believed that all of it would go unpunished. It was this mindset that led to such experiments with the spotted typhus vaccine being conducted in Yerznka... We possess ample evidence to substantiate the accusations we've made. It's noteworthy that despite the numerous speeches delivered, I refrained from publishing anything on this matter, while uninformed doctors surfaced in the press to deny rightful accusations. This circumstance compelled me to take up the pen. It's important to note that these individuals, who seek attention, are pandering to the crowd and resorting to sensational measures. If informed and authoritative figures take charge of this matter, justice will prevail. And in this case, there are also culprits involved in matters of deportation, pogroms, and plunder. Our doctors need not worry. The perpetrators have been identified. If there are those who wish to shield criminals, let them await the return of the government of the "Union and Progress" party. The truth will be established not through the publication of newspaper articles, but in the courtroom.>>

"A Shirt Made of Fire", Vardges Petrosyan (translated by metamorphesque)

All the names mentioned in the translated section are of real people. Similarly, the events described are based on real occurrences.

#history #quotes #literature #translated literature #armenian history #armenian genocide #armenian literature #vardges petrosyan #a shirt made of fire #my translations #april 24th

[lazyveran]

ask about your arranged marriage au you say >:) :evil_hand_rub:

So. to begin with. Why and How is this what happened? is it a postwar diplomatic treaty thing, and Zuko is already too married to Mai to be the one wed? How much Hell did Azula and Katara put whoever suggested it through, and how did it end up happening anyways? What were each of the girls up to prior to the engagement? how do they feel about it? What does the world look like at the time of this AU, both in terms of the big worldwide stuff and the roles and relationships between the Gaang, whatever side characters are around, and their political positions? Be warned: highly likely that I will continue to enquire

you have unleashed the most self indulgent lore dump. thank you so much for asking. my long winded rambles under the cut

the setting of this au has two major changes; aang is never discovered (im so sorry my baby boy) and iroh is a much more active player within the fire nation. essentially, iroh begins consolidating the white lotus almost immediately after azulon's murder. as such, the fire siblings become terribly co-dependant in both ursa and iroh's absence as he's constantly away scheming against ozai. zuko doesnt get burned at 14. he gets burned at 19! and azula kills ozai for it, setting off a domino effect that lands an underprepared iroh on the throne trying to end the 100 years war as per his agreement with the white lotus members (before azula jumped the gun)

the azutara marriage occurs for like 2000 reasons but the main one is that iroh is forced to make several concessions in order to end the war as his ministers are terribly pro-ozai, thanks to ozai's scheming before azula prematurely offed him, and that the northern water tribe refuses to sign and end the war with the FN, unlike the other nations. azula, having been the princess-general ravaging the earth kingdoms in a five-year long campaign, therefore didnt get to show her face in the water tribes, gets chosen as the one to marry into the southern water tribe. as both a savvy diplomatic move to solidify the peace and to work with said wife towards peace with their sister tribe. iroh has no choice but to agree, and azula as a loyal princess with duty to the throne, also has to agree. (she is terribly, extremely unhappy with this due to ursa-parallel related reasons. and its azula.)

katara is chosen both for her position as the daughter of the chief, and for her prowess as a master bender (to match azula's known reputation). katara herself has been working as a sort of renegade freedom fighter away from the south pole, mostly working against the admiral-prince zuko and his three year campaign against the water tribes. sokka and herself work with an elite team, the black tail wolf pack (extremely indulgent name please forgive me) as guerilla fighters against the fire nation essentially. katara is EXTREMELY unhappy about the marriage alliance that her father has signed her off to, but like azula, her duty to her people and to peace overrides her extreme dislike of the situation.

zuko is the admiral-prince, heir to the throne, burned and shamed by the late firelord ozai, and... marrying toph bei fong. NOW PLEASE hear me out on this. stay with me. as part of the peace agreed by iroh, and the fire nation's precarious position now that expansion and pillaging cant fund their economy, an agreement is made with the earth kingdoms to marry into the wealthiest family in the world. its purely an economic marriage, but since the bei fongs are essentially the only homogenous earth territory ''royals'' that aren't strictly attatched to one kingdom but all of them, and have a daughter to spare, well. their relationship is the funniest to me, they're very much a platonic-married-besties situation. zuko himself is conducting a dreadfully obvious affair with mai, and his siege-weapon of a wife does not care in the slighest. in fact she actively encourages it, as being wife to the heir to the fire nation throne gives her freedom away from her family to be herself. there will be rising tensions between the bei fongs and the fire royals, naturally, as well as toph's own character clashing with the 'no fun allowed' fire nation.

azutara's relationship is an EXTREME slow burn, enemies to enemy-wives to friends to lovers. they're both 20 at the time they're married, but both have been child soldiers for years. azula spends a week acting like an arrogant prat and treating her wife like a peasant through politicking power plays before katara just kicks her ass three times over and azula realises theres actually no power imbalance to play off of. she promptly begins acting like mr darcy. katara has to grapple with the very alien culture of the fire nation and stumbles through all the subtlties of both court and royal life, as well as having to deal with her enemy turned wife and the absolute paradox of a woman that azula is. AND negotiating with her hostile sister tribe into trying to broker peace after a generation of war. i think marrying azula is harder than the whole 'world peace' affair really. they're both miserable and angry and cant understand each other but still see each other

sokka will be an intermitten character, as he becomes a diplomat for the southern water tribe as well as a member of the three nations peace council set up in the wake of the war. im trying to add in suki but im unsure on how, perhaps as another representative or something. ursa will have a plotline and azula will NOT be happy about it at all. iroh is frankly wracked with guilt that in order for peace he has to make the last of his family utterly miserable. all their relationships are complicated and messy and everyone's a little awful

i think a really fun aspect of this au is my odd ideas about azula and gender. azula is, in the eyes of the fire nation, both male AND female. female as a princess, a woman who's royal duties involve marriage and so on. but her status as a master fire bender legally classifies her as male. honestly the fire nation cannot afford to disregard azula on gender lines, since she's the most powerful fire bender on the planet at this point. she's a general in the military too, a traditionally male held role, and so azula herself becomes a grey area in terms of legal gender. as such, azula is technically kataras HUSBAND, not wife. and with that comes all the expectations of a husband over a wife in a royal imperial court. very very indulgent of me i fear

i hope this lore dump/word vomit makes some sort of sense. please feel free to ask more abt this au!!!! i have many many worldbuilding hcs for the fire nation and this au <3333

#political marriage au #im just gna make that its own tag now #azutara #azula #katara #veran speaks #ask #starrdio #i wont go into specific plotlines as i am actually writing this into a fic that will most likely become. very long #but i love to talk abt it. please let me talk abt it

[johannepetereric]

"Gingka just had to come and take all the glory...didn't wait for me to go be a hero!"

OMG KYOYA WANTED TO HERO--!

OMG THE 1-YEAR TIMESKIP HAS GINGKA AND KYOYA!!

OMG THEY'RE STANDING ON THE STADIUM TOGETHER! AND NO ONE ELSE!!

Before Zero and Sakyo met...

"[Sakyo is a star in the world od dance. He is very popular and tours the entire globe.]

AND HE HAS TIME TO BEYBLADE IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THAT?!??!

OMG RYUGA'S STILL ALIVE AND WASN'T THE ONE TO GIVE DRAGOON!!

"I was wondering what humans were doing here..." *snorts* "humans" XD "You too are part of the Dragon Clan, aren't you?" OMG HE KNOWS!!!

"Oh, you're able to follow the rhythmn?" Ha. Cuz Sakyo's a ballet dancer.

"So you're no novice." Oh, to get recognized by Ryuga!!

OMG SAKYO AWAKENED!!!

OMG THE LIGHT OF BEYBLADE THING CAME FROM RYUGA!!!

"The Dragon Clan consisted of extraordinary individuals previously called the 'Highlanders." They lived in wild and unknown regions, dedicating themselves to perfecting the art of Beyblading with Dragon-type Beys. However, due to life in a particularly harsh environment, the size of their group decreased little by little, and today their descendants number only a few. They are spread across the four corners of the globe, far away from civilization.

"On day, Doji discovered one of the ancient kings sleeping deep inside the sanctuary. It was Ryuga, the most powerful dragon emperor, the only one able to control the terrible forbidden Bey called L-Drago. What followed became the epic fight between him and Gingka.

"Ryuto and Sakyo both come from a village of descendants of the Dragon Clan. The citizens call the chief of the village 'Big Brother,' and pay him the utmost respect.

"In this clan, Sakyo, by his birth, is heir to the royal bloodline. Over the passing centuries, the blood of the Dragon Clan was diluted through marriage with ordinary humans. Additionally, because Sakyo was raised in the city, he knows almost nothing of his exotic origins. Takanosuke, a boy with close ties to the Dragon Clan, put himself and his bey Griffin towards the service and protection of the clan's royal heir."

...Apparently Sakyo's friends with Reiji as well????

I love how in the family tree Dragon Clan chart, Ryuto has no line connecting him. "He's just a guy that exists" XD

#KYOYA X GINGKA #kyogin #issue 9 #gingka hagane #kyoya tategami #beyblade zero g #ISSUE 8 #sakyo kurayami #ryuga beyblade #takanosuke shishiya #ryuga kishatu

[etymology-of-the-emblem]

Desaix / ドゼー and Clive / クレーベ

Desaix (JP: ドゼー; rōmaji: dozē) is the chancellor of Zofia who stages a coup of the kingdom in Fire Emblem: Gaiden and Echoes: Shadows of Valentia. He is named after Louis Desaix (JP: ルイ・ドゼー; rōmaji: rui dozē), one of the most highly regarded generals of the French Revolutionary Wars. Born into a noble house, Desaix began his military training at age eight. By age 15 he was a second lieutenant. After the Revolution began, he served under Victor de Broglie, chief of staff of the Army on the Rhine. Desaix would quickly ascend through the military, serving as a commander under Jean-Baptiste Jourdan and Jean Victor Marie Moreau during the invasion of Bavaria. Soon after meeting General Napoleon Bonaparte in Italy, Desaix was assigned to the campaign in Egypt. There he continued to prove a valuable asset as a commander in the Battle of Alexandria and Battle of the Pyramids. His victories over Murad Bey the Mamluks earned him the title of "Just Sultan" among the peasants of Egypt until authority was given to his fellow commander Jean-Baptiste Kléber. Desaix would join Bonaparte in Italy once more, where he died in the Battle of Marengo.

Clive is the former leader of Zofia's resistance force - the Deliverance - against the Rigelian Empire and Desaix's coup before relinquishing command to Alm. His name may be derivative of Robert Clive, a British baron and colonial, who became the first British to govern the Bengal Presidency largely credited for the East India Company planting roots in that region of India. More likely, it was a close approximation of Clive's Japanese name.

In Japanese, Clive's name is クレーベ (rōmaji: kurēbe), officially romanized as Clerbe. This seems to be a corruption of the surname of a contemporary to Desaix and Bonaparte, Jean-Baptiste Kléber (JP: ジャン＝バティスト・クレベール; rōmaji: jan-batisto kurebēr). Unlike his fellow generals, Kléber was common-born, which withheld his promotion under the French Royal Army. At the outset of the Revolutionary Wars, he reenlisted, where he quickly rose through the ranks, eventually becoming second-in-command. He participated in the campaign in Egypt and Syria. However, when the expedition turned sour for Napoleon, the general withdrew, leaving the remaining French army holding Egypt in the hands of Kléber without a word prior. And it would be in Cairo that he would be assassinated, on the same day that his close friend Louis Desaix would be killed in action. While Kléber was highly regarded by Napoleon for his skill, Emperor-to-be had the commander buried on a remote island, fearing his tomb to be used as a symbol of Republicanism.

While the character of Clive is not of common birth, the reference to Kléber is likely meant to allude to his desire to fight alongside the commonfolk under the banner of the Deliverance. Him being in conflict against the encroaching empire could relate to Napoleon's interpretation of his character as representing Republicanism. Additionally, Clive stepping down from leadership of the Deliverance could be based on Kléber declining supreme command over the French Revolutionary Army.

On the other hand, Louis Desaix's position as "sultan" over Egypt during the bulk of the Egyptian and Syrian expeditions was likely the primary reason for Desaix's name and role in the story, aiding the Rigelian Empire's expansion into Zofia while gaining greater social standing over the region.

#fire emblem #etymology #valentia #gaiden #shadows of valentia

[momiji-bookhouse]

Albedo with the prompt Qingxin?

[Qingxin]: "He's so in love he would pluck the stars from the sky if you ask him to."

Event Masterlist

pairing: Albedo x gn!reader

genre: fluff

"Hey (Y/N), can I ask you something?”

“Hm?” You made a noncommittal noise in reply, your eyes still not leaving the paper report that you’re still in the middle of finishing.

“Do you think Captain Albedo likes you?” 

The pen in your hand nearly skidded off the page, saved in the nick of time thanks to your reflexes. Captain Eula wouldn’t appreciate having to decipher your report about a hilichurl attack with the presence of a jagged ink line.

You look up at Liesel, a fellow scout in the Reconnaissance Company, who’s looking back at you with seriousness in her eyes.

“Wha-what kind of question is that?” You sputter, your cheeks flaring hot for a moment against your will.

“A legit one,” she replies evenly, unperturbed as if though she didn’t just sucker-punched you with her question. “I mean, think about it, how many could say that they have the ability to make him leave his hermitage on Dragonspine? One other person, and that’s the Acting Grandmaster so of course he has to come back to the headquarters when she needs.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Liesel, we see him in his lab here sometimes.”

“Yeah, emphasis on the ‘sometimes’. Whenever he’s here is either because he’s getting some more materials or meeting with his alchemists, and then he’s out the door before any of us could greet him. It’s like he can’t get out of the place quick enough. But whenever you’re here, he just has to pop in and say hi, doesn’t he?”

“It’s for business,” you protest. “It’s not like he makes a special occasion to come down and see me.”

“Excuses, excuses,” she tuts. “He could’ve sent a message like he usually does, but somehow when it’s business with you, he just has to talk about it with you in person. Isn’t that funny?”

“What’s funny is you reading too much into it. If that’s your only evidence, then I’m afraid you have a flimsy case on your hands. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a report I have to get back to,” you say with finality. 

“Fine, but mark my words, (Y/N). I see something in his eyes that I don’t see when he’s with anyone else.”

───── ⋆⋅✨⋅⋆ ─────

You told yourself you shouldn’t take heed to what Liesel said, telling yourself over and over again that there’s nothing special about the way he treats you. It’s perfectly fine for fellow knights to be cordial towards one another.

In all theory, your interactions with the renowned Chief Alchemist should not rattle you as much as it should, nor should it make your mind run down roads it shouldn’t.

So what if he has the tendency to call on you personally whenever he decides to come down from the mountains? After all, you’re the main scout assigned to Dragonspine, and have worked with him closely on several missions. It’s all professional matters anyways.

(But professionality does tend to give way to conversations about his latest experiments or how Klee’s doing, or the stories you heard from the merchants and adventurers.)

As such, no Liesel, there’s nothing going on.

“(Y/N)?” You hate how a simple knock on the door could make your body jolt. “Can I have a moment of your time?”

“Of course, Albedo.” You make a point to ignore Liesel’s amused glance as you walk out the little shared office space and come face-to-face with the Investigation Captain. “What can I do for you?”

“I heard that you’ll be making your way up Dragonspine soon for patrol, and I just want to go over some places of interest with you.”

“Certainly, any input from you would be much appreciated.”

“Well then, let me begin. Fatui presence continues to be found near Wyrmrest Valley. At this point, we’re still unsure of what their motives are, so it’s advised that we remain vigilant and report any sudden change in movement or strange occurrences. I’ve also heard that there’s been more monsters along the path that leads up to the top of the mountain by adventurers. And beyond that...”

See, it’s all standard business. Not a hint of anything else belying his professional tone and mannerisms. Nothing to suggest that he was making a special effort to see you.

“...possible pitfalls in Starglow Cavern...”

Honestly, who put that idea into her head? You haven’t seen Albedo take an interest in anyone, and even if he does, it wouldn’t be you.

“...(Y/N)...are you listening...”

After all, he’s the most brilliant alchemist the Knights have ever recruited, and surely only one with a mind as keen and sharp as him could stand alongside him. Not to mention his attractive appearance and princely manners that has managed to capture the attention of many around Mondstadt.

“...(Y/N)...(Y/N)—”

And that’s not counting in the fact that he’s out of your league in other ways as well. He’s a great artist, caring, good with kids, an excellent swordsman, elegant, kind—

“(Y/N).” You feel a hand being laid on your arms, and only then did you realize that you had completely checked out as you took in Albedo’s concern gaze. Your whole body is flushed with mortification, and you pray to the gods that a hole would just appear right now and swallow you up.

“Are you alright? It’s not like you to not pay attention like that.” He has all the reasons to be mad at you, and yet he’s still here worried about you.

“Y-yes, I’m fine,” you babble as you do your best to keep your cheeks from blushing. “Sorry, I must be a little tired.”

“Have you been staying up or overworking? I do reckon that sleep and relaxation are vital to the rejuvenation of one’s energy.”

“I do not want to hear that from a person who pulls all-nighters for an entire week.”

Albedo cracks a smile at your quip. “Touché. But are you certain that you’re alright?”

You nod. “Yes, I’ll pay attention this time, I promise.”

“Right, where was I...”

You kept to your promise and made sure no intruding thoughts pull you out of the conversation.

“And that should be everything. Do you have any questions?”

“No, I think you went over everything.”

“Great. Oh yes, and before I forget.” You watch curiously as he rustles for something in his bag. “This is for you.”

You blink when he presents to you a potion, the liquid containing threads of crimson and icy blue, transitioning into a light purple color every time it sloshes around.

“This is a potion that we have been working on. It acts as a shield against the cold, and will continuously produce heat inside the body when ingested. I’ve made sure to test it out myself, so you don’t have to worry about its safety.”

"Thank you, Albedo." You say while taking it from him. "But what about you? Won't you need it if you're returning to Dragonspine?"

"I have my own stock right here." He pats his messenger bag. "And these are for you as well. Just in case."

He puts a Warming Bottle, a Frostshield Potion, and another of the purple potion in your hands, until you find yourself juggling the bottles.

"Isn't this a little too much?"

"I don't think looking out for the safety and well-being of a fellow colleague is considered 'too much', don't you think?"

You find yourself struck dumb by his smile. When you re-enter the office with your hands full of potions and a dazed look in your eyes, you see Liesel glancing at you with a knowing grin dancing on her lips.

"Not a single word."

───── ⋆⋅✨⋅⋆ ─────

Even the most seasoned adventurers wince at the mention of Dragonspine. 

And who could blame them? Freezing temperature all year round, monsters lurking around every snow-filled corner just waiting to ambush, unexpected blizzards that could bury a person in seconds, icy terrain that could spell disaster with one mishap.

“Bloody snow. Bloody ice. Bloody forsaken mountain,” many of your colleagues have complained, and while you understand their frustration, you can’t deny the grasp the mountain’s beauty has on you.

It’s a timeless kind of allure, like a story frozen in time, purified by the pristine snow. One that lures curious souls that seek legends of old into its embrace. There is a rumor that time passes more slowly in Dragonspine, and as you look out at the powdery white landscape — unchanging, unyielding — you can certainly find some truth to that rumor.

You’ve managed to make your way up to the alchemist’s camp that overlooks Wyrmrest Valley after a relatively uneventful hike, making notes of anything suspicious for the other members that will be joining you a day from now.

"(Y/N), I'm glad you've made it safely."

"Thank you, Albedo. And the potion worked wonders by the way. It made traveling up here feel so much easier."

"I'm happy to hear that. We're still fine-tuning the recipe, so your opinion means a lot. Would you like to sit by the fire? Care for something to drink or eat perhaps?"

“It’s alright, you don’t have to fuss over me.” However, even before finishing your sentence, he has already poured a cup of tea and gave you a plate of your favorite dessert.

“Just in case you’re hungry,” he says simply before returning to his work.

Your eyes widen, not just because it’s your favorite dessert, but because you specifically remember having a sudden craving for it this morning, but decided against going to buy it in favor of making your way up Dragonspine. It’s also the fact that he remembers perfectly how you take your tea.

You take a sip of the warm liquid, your eyes inadvertently coming back to him, and you can’t help but wonder if those that have also sat in this chair have been treated the same way as you.

Perhaps thankfully, you did not dwell on these musings while conversing with Albedo about his latest projects and experiments, finding yourself engrossed even when you couldn’t understand the terminology half the time.

“What do you think used to grow here?” You ask him while absentmindedly looking over some of the notes on different kinds of flowers and plants, most of them probably done by Sucrose.

“It’s hard to say,” he replies. “The presence of centuries of snow have effectively erased any trace of flora that could have existed here once. Aside from the pine trees and mint, surprisingly resilient as they are, we have yet to be able to peel back the layers.”

“I’m sure it was once beautiful here. Imagine all the flowers and plants that was once here.” You stare out at the white landscape, trying your best to imagine a layer of greenery and blooming meadows on top.

“There have been many things lost to time. I even heard rumors of an ancient civilization in Mondstadt that once grew Cecilias in their greenhouses. I do wonder how they were able to domestically care for a flower that famously only thrived where harsh winds blow.”

“Now that would be a sight to behold,” you sigh. “To be lost in a sea of white flowers, bask in its scent and forget the world.”

Albedo turns around at your wistful tone. “It sounds like you really want to see that sight.”

You give him a dreamy smile. “It would be a dream come true.”

───── ⋆⋅✨⋅⋆ ─────

‘Bloody mountain.’ You traitorously think while lying on your sleeping bag, motionless and back ramrod straight as to not put pressure on your injured leg.

The excursion was going smoothly, with unusually clear weather and a surprising lack of monsters. You would even say that it was going perfectly even.

You and your big mouth.

All of a sudden, there was a rumbling that seemed to echo from deep inside the mountain, and before you and your team knew it, you were running for your lives from an avalanche. You let your guard down, and the next thing you knew, you were tumbling off of a cliff.

Fortunately for you, the fall was not a long one, but you ended up suffering from a severe sprained ankle. Your colleagues carried you back to camp, and you were ordered to be on strict bed rest while they wait for the weather to clear up to bring you back to the city. 

It’s not your first injury by any means, but after over a day in bed you’re already feeling antsy. You had at least one of your fellow team members with you to keep you company, but right now Liesel was out gathering some more wood.

You’re in the middle of wondering if you should just fall asleep instead of being subject to this boredom or not when you heard the tent flaps being lifted. You turn towards the noise, thinking that it’s Liesel, but to your astonishment it was none other than the Chief Alchemist himself.

“Albedo? What are you doing here?” 

“I heard that you were injured, so I wanted to come by and check up on you.”

“You didn’t have to do that, I’m sure you’re already busy as it is.”

“I’m sure Sucrose and Timaeus can handle themselves without me for a bit.”

...Is this the same Albedo that sequesters himself and would rather spend days figuring out an answer to his hypotheses than sleeping?

“So, how are you doing?”

“Not too bad.” As if sensing that you were about to sit up, he immediately went over and help prop you up. “I could do without the sprained ankle, but these things happen.” When he settles next to you, that’s when you notice the small canvas in his hand. “What’s this?”

He looks down at the object. “This is for you. It might be weeks until you’re ready to be out of the field again, so I figured I should give you something to cheer you up.”

You let out a tiny gasp when he unveils the painting. It’s a depiction of a vast field of Cecilia flowers, off-white petals glimmering brilliantly against the swimming blue sky, clear and rippling like the ocean. It looked so real, so gloriously alive that for a moment, you thought you saw them swaying with the wind. 

“Oh, Albedo.” You hover your hand over the painting, too hesitant to even think about ruining the illusion with your touch. “It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you think so.” His shoulders seem to lift, as if he was afraid of what your reaction would be. “I have been working on this ever since our conversation, and I was not sure if I was able to capture the scenery you were thinking of or not.”

You gently set the canvas down onto your lap like it’s the most precious of treasures. “You remembered that?”

“Of course I did,” he answered like it is the most natural thing in the world.

Your skin tingles in a way that could no way be caused by the cold, and you brace yourself for the question that you’ve long buried in your heart. “Why do all this for me?”

The tent becomes quiet, but it is the kind of silence that prepares you for something, like an interlude to the next revelatory act. 

“I will confess that I am not the most knowledgeable when it comes to human interaction,” he starts. “But I have read that when one wants to show their affection, the act of gift-giving is one way to do so.”

While your brain becomes a mess due to his words (affection? Affection?), he extends a hand over to the painted canvas. They hover over the flowers, and in a soft burst of alchemical energy, a pristine Cecilia materializes in his hand. He gently puts the stem behind your ear, taking care not to tangle your hair or hurt you in any way.

The smile he bears is more tender than anything that you’ve ever seen on him. “I do not wish to be presumptuous, but I do hope that this affection may be requited.”

You feel like you just rushed through 50 different emotions in the span of seconds. It’s almost alarming how fast your heart can drop and then soar in beating rate, and you have yet to decide if the queasiness you feel in your gut is a good or a bad thing. There is no way that Albedo — genius alchemist, enigmatic Kreideprinz, subject of fascination and admiration to many — just said what he said to you.

Your heart is pounding so loudly that anyone with ears could hear it, and at one point you were sure that it was echoing in the tiny space. You wanted to answer him, you really do, wanted to ask for clarification (what kind of affection is he talking about? The platonic kind? Oh gods the romantic kind??), but your tongue is numb like you just dumped a bucket of snow on it.

Your chance is further dashed when the tent flaps open to reveal Liesel, who emerges inside with an arm full of wood. She halts in her tracks when she catches sight of Albedo and her eyes roam from him to you to the hand that have yet to leave your hair. Her gaze travels excruciatingly slow, processing and judging the situation at the same time.

“Should I come back later?” She says after what feels like a lifetime.

Albedo shakes his head. “No need, I’m about to leave anyways.” He retracts his hand, and you almost slapped yourself for wanting to lean towards it. “Get some rest, and I wish you a full recovery,” he says to you. “I hope the next time we meet, we will be able to talk more.”  His promise is sweet like the scent of the flower nestling in your hair and it makes you flush from the roots on your head to the tips of your toes. 

As soon as he leaves, Liesel is on you like Kaeya during an interrogation.

“What was that all about? Why was he here? Where did that flower come from? Oh gods don’t tell me that was from him!”

You flop back down and cover your head with the blanket. “I don’t want to talk about it!”

If it wasn’t for your leg injury, she would have put her weight on you to make you talk, but it sure didn’t stop her from continuing to pry information from you among pleas of ‘come on I’m your best friend, (Y/N).’

To your dismay, the blanket did little to stop her torrent of questions, and it also did nothing to prevent intrusive thoughts from appearing in your mind.

“I see something in his eyes that I don’t see when he’s with anyone else.”

Gods damn it Liesel.

#albedo x reader #albedo #albedo drabbles #albedo oneshots #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #sagi's recommendation #momiji's collection #spring blooming event #momiji's special events

[mitarbeiter]

Liebe Menschen auf Tumblr

Ich weiß nicht, ob ihr es schon gehört habt, aber ich habe die schöne Insel Clawland vor ein paar Monaten verlassen und bin jetzt wieder als Chief Officer of Merchandising and Physical Engineering bei Tumblr. Seitdem biete ich meine Waren im Emporium an und ihr kauft sie! 

Alles läuft so verdammt gut, dass ich gestern Abend viel Zeit hatte, darüber nachzudenken, wie weit ich gekommen bin. Nichts steht mir im Weg, die KPIs gehen durch die Decke, alle sind glücklich mit ihren neuen Tassen, Ansteckern und T-Shirts und ich bin dafür verantwortlich. Alles läuft wie geschmiert, oder? 

Das Merchandising macht Spaß und ist kreativ … Aber irgendetwas fehlt. Brick vermisst die Klicks! 

Ich musste daran denken, wie beliebt meine kleinen Krebsfreunde auf euren Dashboards waren, als ich weg war. Sie haben sich wie verrückt verbreitet! Es lässt sich nicht leugnen: Ihr Kids liebt diese kleinen Krebse. Ihr gebt sogar bares Geld aus, um sie euch gegenseitig zu schicken. 

Die Frage war also: Wie lässt sich diese beliebte Funktion, mit etwas Neuem kombinieren? Etwas FRISCHEM?  Und dann wurde es mir klar!

🦀🐛🧀👻🐴🍪!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ich gebe hiermit bekannt, dass ich mich vorübergehend von meiner Position beim Emporium beurlauben lasse, um in ein anderes Team zu wechseln. Ich werde Tumblrs Chief Reactions Officer. 

Ab heute könnt ihr die Reaktions-Buttons unten in jedem Tumblr-Eintrag nutzen, um eure Gefühle auszudrücken. Zumindest im Web. Nicht in den mobilen Apps. (Ich bin zwar ein Budgetexperte, aber dafür hat es nicht gereicht.)

Das ist jetzt sehr kurzfristig. Ich habe die ganze Nacht nicht geschlafen, seit mir die Idee kam, als ich die Sterne beobachtete und über mein Leben und meine Entscheidungen nachdachte. Die tatsächlich zur Verfügung stehenden Reaktionen sind also vorerst begrenzt. Eigentlich sind es nur meine zuletzt verwendeten Emojis.

Aber ich hoffe, sie gefallen euch trotzdem. Denn sie sind von mir – BRICK! 

Mit klicktastischen Grüßen 

Brick Whartley Chief Reactions Officer Chief Officer of Merchandising and Physical Engineering (beurlaubt)

[the-archlich]

In the Romance, it's stated that Guan Yu left behind three main commanders--Mi Feng, Fu Shiren, and Pan Jun--to block Wu so he could attack Fan. Fu Shiren and Mi Feng are well known, but can you tell us about the third guy, Pan Jun? All the Romance says of him is that he's kind of a jerk and that Guan Yu should have left a different officer (it names Zhao Lei in particular) to block Wu instead.

Let's review everyone here.

SGZ 45.4 tells us that Shi Ren (Junyi) was from Guangyang. He was assigned to guard Gong'an under Guan Yu but betrayed him to Sun Quan. Guan Yu's biography (SGZ 36.1) concurs with this. It inserts the character 傅 in front of his name (leading to the misnomer Fushi Ren). SGZ 2 and SGZ 54.3 both agree with SGZ 45, so we can conclude that the character 傅 is a corruption or an error.

Mi Fang was the brother of Mi Zhu (SGZ 38.2). Their sister was married to Liu Bei before he fled to Jing province. At the time of the Fan campaign, Mi Fang was the head of Nan canton, with his headquarters at Jiangling (which he shared with Guan Yu). His family had a reputation for being skilled at the horse and bow, and he successfully helped suppress a revolt after defecting to Wu, so he was not without some talents.

Pan Jun was by far the most important and interesting of these men. His biography (SGZ 61.1) is a bit on the longer side.

Pan Jun was from Wuling in the unfashionable part of Jing. He distinguished himself as a scholar when he was young and became a military adviser in Jiangxia (where he would have served Huang Zu. He was later made magistrate of Xiangyang, making him a figure of substantial note at Liu Biao's court. When Liu Bei took over, Pan Jun became one his advisers. During the campaign for Yi province, Pan Jun was left in Jing to manage the province's affairs.

Pan Jun initially refused to serve Sun Quan when he annexed Jing but changed his mind after receiving a personal visit. He subsequently advised Sun Quan in securing the territory. When Sun Quan took the imperial title, Pan Jun was made one of the Nine Ministers. Eventually he became Minister of Ceremonies (which Wu appears to have treated as the chief of the Excellencies), a title he retained for the rest of his life.

The most notable exploit of Pan Jun's career was a campaign in the 230s. Over the course of several years he subdued the various tribes of western Jing, bringing the territory firmly under Sun Quan's control. Many of Wu's future commanders first saw serious campaigning during this episode.

However, Pan Jun and Sun Quan started to fall out later in life. Sun Quan began listening to corrupt officials and Pan Jun had no patience for that. Back when he was just a military advisor he had executed the corrupt chief of Shaxian. He wrote repeated letters to Sun Quan warning him about the unscrupulous officials at his court but to no avail. A particularly powerful official, Lu Yi, tried to have Pan Jun ousted but failed.

Eventually Pan Jun got fed up with being nice. He traveled to Jianye attempting to simply murder Lu Yi himself and face the consequences. However, Lu Yi avoided the meeting. Soon, the officials were able to prevail upon Sun Quan to punish Lu Yi, who was duly executed. Nevertheless, the rift between Sun Quan and his advisers never fully healed, and Pan Jun himself died not long after this.

#pan jun #shi ren #mi fang

[attackfish]

Can we have another 5 hc for the Lin Adopts Mako and Bolin AU please :)

Continued from: [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], and [Link].

1. Lin is a woman who believes deeply in justice, and in responsibility and duty. And she used to believe that justice, responsibility, and duty, were clear cut. They might never be easy, but they were simple. It might be hard to do what was right, but it was always obvious what right was. It's part of why she never had any patience for people who acted like it might be complicated, like it might be difficult to judge what was right. She was sure they were only making excuses for a selfish desire to break the rules.

2. Her mother and sister only reinforced this picture. Whatever else they are, both Suyin and her mother have little time for selfless idealism.

3. But now, Lin is, every day, confronting how limited her view of justice has been, how she let rules and laws become substituted for moral judgement, and how the law she serves has been made to enforce a cruel order. With her newfound awareness of how badly her society is failing so many children, with its paralyzing poverty and full orphanages and schools that only the children who are already relatively safe from poverty get to go to, and with the confidence that comes from being both chief of police and the daughter of a international hero, Lin goes to the United Republic Council.

4. She talks about her two boys, and how they are thriving, in a school that offers understanding and help, she talks about what they came from, and who they might have become without this. She talks about thousands of street kids with nowhere to go, about the orphans, and about the kids on the streets because their parents are on the streets, about the power the triads wield in the poor neighborhoods, about the slum lords, and the people with no choice but to work for the triads, about how the tools she needs to keep this city safe are schools, hospitals, orphanages, and good cheep housing. And it's not like any of this would be new, globally speaking. The Fire Nation has universal public education and the Southern Water Tribe public hospitals are top notch. Surely if Republic City wishes for safety for its people, it can do that.

5. But Lin is an idealist. She is an idealist who is only just realizing how ignorant she has been in her idealism, but she is an idealist, and it's really difficult for her to grasp that actually that's rare. And the members of the United Republic Council are not. And worse, they have no incentive to run the United Republic or its capital city for the benefit of the people who live there, because they are appointed by and beholden to the leaders of the other nations of the world. What does the Earth Kingdom or the Northern Water Tribe care if Republic City has an impoverished underclass at the mercy of the Triads? The Earth Queen and Chief Unalaq find the situation in Republic City entirely to their benifit, and so do their appointees. The only Council member who even vaguely feels a responsibility to the republic is Tenzin, and by the way, this is how he becomes aware his old flame has kids now.

#lin beifong #legend of korra #posts i created #do you want to ask a question it doesn't have to be a question #five headcanons #that's chief lin bei fong to you

[faintingheroine]

One reason I asked about Adnan's social status/influence was that I was thinking of the fallout from the end of the book for the other characters. To start with Behlül, might he have been shunned from his wider family (I imagine for one that he would not be welcome back at the island at his aunt's place) or from some finer circles/connections if they knew Adnan suddenly hated him and no longer spoke of him? With the knowledge of Bihter's sudden death and if he was notorious for being a shameless loverboy, plus if anyone had gossiped about the planned match with Nihal that never happened, I imagine at least some people might put two and two together.

Well, I am sure that he won’t be visiting at the Island with the old aunt but otherwise I am not sure that he will lose much prospects?

He has a father (who is Adnan Bey’s brother) who is alive and well and is just away because he is an official at a province. I don’t think that his father will outright shun him, but I doubt that Behlül will even need his father’s forgiveness that much.

Behlül is an upper-class handsome extroverted young man who has plenty of outside connections due to the myriad of friendships he formed with plenty of people of different ethnicities and religions at the school. There is talk of him becoming a diplomat:

“He remembered one in particular, a German Jewess met at a show of the Operaia Italiana, who, hearing a rumour that was being circulated at that time, that Behlül was to be consul general to some fashionable place, had gone mad with the dream of being the wife of a Turkish civil servant.”

(Chapter 11)

I think this is still a possible way out for Behlül. At the time educated young Turkish men weren’t grown on trees so I doubt that he would be totally dispensable just because of a love affair, however scandalous. Sure, whispers would follow him, but he would make money somehow.

Also I think it is possible that the “society” already kind of suspected the affair:

“The bride had finally begun to interrogate Nihal. She wanted details about her father, was asking questions about his marriage. Then, interrupting one of Nihal’s vague answers, she said, in her familiar tone: ‘Don’t be offended, but isn’t your father too old for Bihter Hanım? If it were Firdevs Hanım,’ she was saying, and leaving off the sentence with a laugh.

As well as feeling a secret resentment towards this girl who talked of her father’s age, Nihal, without being able quite to identify it, also felt something like gratification. That age difference, by constituting a deficiency in this marriage, seemed to exact Nihal’s revenge. The conversation had naturally drifted to Firdevs Hanım. The bride was relating all that she knew about Bihter’s mother.

‘Even though we’re distant relations, you’re hardly a stranger! You probably know more than I do…’

No, Nihal did not know anything; Nesrin and Şayeste’s chatter would not pass beyond a certain bound. Now, as she listened to this young girl who spoke constantly, like the trickle of a small tap, the veils fell away from her eyes one by one. So Bihter’s mother was a… Nihal could not find a description, and was leaving off the sentence she had begun to form in her mind.

Now she understood it all, she understood so many things that she did not wish to listen any longer. At one point, the bride had talked about Behlül. Who was Behlül? Was he young? Was he handsome?

Why was she asking about him? Then the conversation had turned directly to Nihal. Was she not thinking about becoming a bride? Whose wife would she like to be?”

(Chapter 13)

Overall, I doubt that Behlül’s life will be ruined because of this. Adnan Bey is respectable and rich, but I doubt that he is such an “idol” in the larger society that a wrong done to him would ruin an educated fun-to-be-around young man’s life for forever. I think Adnan Bey is an introverted slightly pathetic type: He probably didn’t have sex until he was thirty and his biggest love affair was his marriage. His chief hobby is wood-carving. I somehow doubt that he has a wide circle of friends.

Overall, I think this whole thing will hurt Behlül’s marriage prospects, but not his professional prospects. He will struggle financially a bit for some years, but he will get by. I might be off, I am not a historian, but this is how I feel based on the data in the text itself.

And I think this is fitting. Behlül enters the story in a nonchalant way playing with Bülent, and leaves it just as nonchalantly. As colorful and prominent a character he is, this is not his tragedy. As I often say, he does not pass a reverse Bechdel test even in his thoughts. His character is just there to highlight the male point-of-view surrounding Bihter and Nihal.

#aşk-ı memnu #aşk ı memnu #behlül #adnan bey #asks #aşk ı memnu asks

[beardedmrbean]

Two Jewish schools in north London are closing their doors "in the interests of the safety of our precious children".

Torah Vodaas Primary School in Edgware and Ateres Beis Yaakov Primary School in Colindale both informed parents on Thursday evening they would not reopen until Monday.

In a letter to parents, Rabbi Feldman, of Torah Vodaas, said while there was "no specific threat to our school" it was "not a decision that has been taken lightly".

It comes as Jewish students were being warned by schools to disguise their uniform because of a fear of retaliatory attacks caused by the ongoing war in Israel.

Thousands of Israelis and Palestinians have been killed in a war ignited by a bloody and wide-ranging Hamas attack on Israel at the weekend.

One Jewish charity said it had seen a 324% increase in reports of antisemitism as a result over the last four days. This included six assaults, 14 direct threats, three instances of vandalism, and 66 cases of abusive behaviour, according to CST.

Prime Minister Rishi Sunak announced £3m to protect schools, synagogues, and other Jewish community buildings on Thursday.

The money will enable the CST to place additional guards in schools it supports throughout each school's operating hours. They will also be able to place additional security staff at outside synagogues on Friday nights and Saturday mornings.

Israel-Gaza latest: 447 children among dead

Children told to 'change their uniform'

One father told Sky News he had been advised by his children's school to alter their uniform "so they are not signaling in any way they are Jewish".

He said: "And in 2023 for my kids to go to school and it not be okay for them to wear uniform, a kippah, star of David on their blazers, to have to hide their identity in 2023, it's very scary.

"I am scared for myself and my family. It's a scary situation."

Their mother said there have been at least three policemen waiting outside her children's school every day.

Students no longer taking public transport

Rabbi Chaim Pinter, the principal of a Yesodey Hatorah, said they had put "certain measures" in place, including "extra patrols" as well as providing therapists and counsellors to the students.

"There is worry, people are concerned. People don't want this to spill over," he said.

The majority of students live locally, but "the students who live out of the local area, they are coming in via taxis rather than public transport".

"Our priority is the children," he added. "And the best place, the safest place for a child, is in school."

Meanwhile, one security company told Sky News it had seen a rise in requests from Jewish sites.

SQR is not a specifically Jewish company but does security at a number of sites within the community.

Yael Cole-Slagter said: "We've had calls from schools, but we've also had calls from schools that for instance they've had security officers on site that have been called back to Israel so they've asked us to replace them on site for now.

"And for additional security around schools.

'Parents are concerned'

Rabbi David Meyer, chief executive of the Partnership for Jewish Schools told Sky News parents are concerned, "and I think they have reason to be so".

"There have been unfortunately in the past significant rippled effects when things have happened in the Middle East," he continued.

"They seem to have impacted and caused a significant increase in incidents in the UK."

#nunyas news #similar to post 9/11 stuff for muslims #except this happens whenever israel does something #people don't like #doesn't need to be a local attack at all

[fuckitfireeverything]

I don't want to reply directly to someone else's post because I don't want to seem rude but people thinking about gender abolition who are open to but skeptical of the idea should read the introduction to Marquis Bey's Black Trans Feminism — Marquis is an extremely generous scholar and thinker who highlights some of the very very complicated questions inherent to the project of gender abolition, and also gently and productively pushes back on the pieces of "identity" that we cling to

for Bey, "gender self-determination" does not get taken away by gender abolition, but actually structurally enabled by it:

"In short, the commingling of abolition and gender self-determination is actually reciprocally facilitated by each since one cannot emerge through what I would deem genders that might have arisen but for Gender if the latter has not been abolished. If abolition must be a project not only of closing violent doors (Gender) but the cultivation and proliferation of nourishing and transformational things (genders that might have arisen but for . . .), abolition cannot occur without gender self-determination as Gender is one of the chief forms through which coercive, compulsory violence and captivity are carried out, and gender self-determination cannot be actualized without widespread abolition. Indeed, “sex,” rooted in the gender binary, hands over gender assignation to someone outside of oneself, someone buttressed by the medical and juridical institutions thatbestow the validity of gender. One’s inaugurative possibility is quite literally deprived from them and instantiated in another. This is far from self determination; this is another’s literal determination of oneself and one’s self. So gender as well as sex abolition enable gender self-determination."

But "gender selfdetermination" means something very particular to them:

"But the gender self-determination argued for here, nuancing the popular conception, disallows the building of hierarchies for genders. It disallows battles between genders based on proximity to a mythical realness or authenticity. Gender self-determination is much more than 'any person, any gender,' for such a conception of gender self-determination, the one that seems to be in place now, bears traces of neoliberal individuation presuming that the process of gender is extricated from sociality and nevertheless evaluates the contours of that gender through a marketplace economy of its use-value, legibility, and ability to still be productive . . . gender self-determination avows a subjective cultivation of ways to do illegible genders, genders that abolish the bestowal of gender, genders that allow us all to be and become expansively outside of the very desire to have to bestow onto ourselves gender. This means that when we advocate for gender self-determination from this purview we do not say 'Yes' to any and all genders one chooses; it means we advocate for the ethical requisite to say 'No'—or better, to decline to state—with regard to the imposition of gender."

This is because Bey's paraontological examination of gender via blackness in their earlier work brings them to a wider critique of identity and its relation to the neoliberal state that I think is really crucial to understanding why gender abolition, just as an understanding of the state's role is crucial to other abolitionist projects like police abolition, prison abolition, border abolition, and family abolition (it's an oversimplification to list these as separate projects, obviously, but a useful one for the sake of a tumblr post)

"These identities are at base hegemonic bestowals and will thus have diminished liberatory import in the final analysis; indeed, we cannot get to the final analysis—which I offer as an abolitionist analysis—with these identities if such an abolitionist terrain is given definition by way of the instantiation of the impossibility of violence and captivity. Black trans feminism cannot abide such classificatory violences, so it urges us also to abolish the categories we may love, even if they have not always been received well. If the aim of the radical project of black trans feminism is abolition and gender radicality, which is the case I will be making, it is imperative to grapple with what that actually means. We cannot half-ass abolition, holding on to some of the things we didn’t think we would be called to task for giving up. If we want freedom, we need to free ourselves, too, of the things with which we capture ourselves."