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justinspoliticalcorner · 20 days

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Molly Sprayregen at LGBTQ Nation:

A prominent anti-LGBTQ+ activist has slammed Donald Trump for “pro-homosexual policies” ahead of an upcoming Log Cabin Republicans (LCR) event at Mar-A-Lago at which Melania Trump is a guest of honor.

Trump, it should be noted, is arguably the most anti-LGBTQ+ president of all time. A 2021 study found that LGBTQ+ people experienced a greater increase in extreme mental distress during the Trump presidency than non-LGBTQ+ people as a result of his anti-LGBTQ+ policies. Past studies have found that suicide hotline calls to Trans Lifeline quadrupled after Trump’s attacks on transgender people, trans teen suicide attempts may have spiked because of his tweets, and areas that voted for Trump experienced increased reports of school bullying. Nevertheless, Peter LaBarbera — founder and president of the anti-LGBTQ+ organization Americans for Truth About Homosexuality — believes Trump isn’t extreme enough in his anti-LGBTQ+ views and actions. LaBarbera claimed that Melania’s role at the LCR fundraiser indicates Trump is “escalating his pro-homosexual policies in advance of a possible second term.” “Far from Making America Great Again, Trump is contributing to our nation’s moral and spiritual decline,” LaBarbera said, adding that Trump should “read the Bible rather than merely sell it.”

[...] Melania will indeed be the guest of honor at an April 20 Log Cabin Republicans event at Mar-a-Lago. But according to LGBTQ Nation columnist John Gallagher, the former First Lady’s role in the event by the conservative LGBTQ+ group is a symbol of the group’s waning relevancy. “Now, in the age of Trump, LCR is little more than window dressing, an opportunity for members to content themselves in the belief that they really are part of the MAGA universe,” Gallagher wrote. “But by and large, the new LCR holds LGBTQ+ people in the same contempt that the Trump universe does. For proof, look no further than the ‘ambassador’ LCR hired last year: Isabella Riley Moody. She has openly wished for a more homophobic society, has called gay people ‘groomers,’ and said ‘Heil Hitler’ after interviewing an antisemite.”

Donald Trump was the most anti-LGBTQ+ "President" in American history, but even that isn't good enough for rabid homophobe Peter LaBarbera, as he criticized Trump due to his wife Melania being honored at an event by the Log Cabin Republicans at Mar-A-Lago.

#Peter LaBarbera #AFTAH #Homophobia #Anti LGBTQ+ Extremism #Melania Trump #Log Cabin Republicans #Americans For Truth About Homosexuality #Cliff Kincaid #Isabella Riley Moody #Mar-A-Lago

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submarinerwrites · 2 years

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no but my problem is that SO FUCKING MUCH queer lit gets reinterpreted as a bildungsroman for straight people instead of being taken as what it is, which is queer literature for a queer audience, because straight people literally can’t or won’t comprehend writing or art by queer people unless it’s a coming-of-age story, even when the work of literature in question is objectively NOT a coming-of-age story.

like sure there’s a fantastic literary lineage of queer lit that’s specifically about queering and rewriting the bildungsroman as a form, but not all queer stories fit into that mold—and indeed, many don’t. and i’m not saying that queer coming-of-age stories are bad or don’t need to be written or shared or anything, just that not all queer lit is a bildungsroman. but i am critiquing the cishets, who, whenever confronted with a piece of queer writing, automatically default to thinking about it as a coming-of-age story, even when its conventions, intentions, and poetics absolutely do not gesture towards that.

#literature #queer literature #this post is about feeld by jos charles specifically btw #also audre lorde tbh #also i gotta give a shoutout to the straight girl in my intro to english class who said that dorian gray was a bildungsroman #no i don't want to talk about it it was traumatizing #wrt to queer bildungsromans: abeng by michelle cliff is a fantastic example! so is annie john by jamaica kincaid #there's nothing wrong with that form and both of those novels are beautiful but.#the assumption that every queer story is about coming of age is deeply ignorant and yet so incredibly pervasive i can't stand it #~~~

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 months

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Hello my little gays,

I haven’t written a single word of the next chapter yet 🙃🙃🙃 and I just finished work for the day (please forward all complaints and curses to that asshole client of mine).

The next two chapters are very important, so I don’t want to do it in a rush. I promise to do the next update in a couple of days. if I can, I’ll share the chapter after that over the weekend. (You’re gonna need it. Trust me. *laughs in cliff hanger*)

For now, please have these non-spoilery meme reactions of the characters in the next two chapters:

Kincaid:

Lance:

Arthur:

Max:

Theia:

Cami:

Other Max:

#byeeee #lbaf

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rahilask · 2 months

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10 Gorgeous Beaches in Alaska That You Must Check Out This Summer

Alaska, known for its rugged wilderness and breathtaking landscapes, might not be the first place that comes to mind when thinking of beaches. However, Alaska is home to some stunning coastal areas that are perfect for summer exploration. Here are 10 gorgeous beaches in Alaska that you must check out this summer.

Alaska's coastline stretches over 6,600 miles, offering a diverse array of beaches, from sandy shores to rocky cliffs. These beaches boast stunning scenery, abundant wildlife, and a wide range of outdoor activities for visitors to enjoy.

1. Homer Spit Beach

Homer Spit Beach, located in Homer, Alaska, is a popular destination known for its picturesque views of Kachemak Bay and the surrounding mountains. Visitors can stroll along the sandy shores, enjoy beachcombing, or embark on a fishing charter to catch salmon and halibut.

2. Kincaid Park Beach

Situated in Anchorage, Kincaid Park Beach offers panoramic views of Cook Inlet and the Alaska Range. This scenic beach is perfect for picnicking, beach volleyball, and kite flying, with miles of sandy coastline to explore.

3. Halibut Point Recreation Area

Halibut Point Recreation Area, located near Sitka, features a beautiful sandy beach overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Visitors can enjoy swimming, sunbathing, and beachcombing, with opportunities to spot whales, sea lions, and otters offshore.

4. Anchor Point Beach

Anchor Point Beach, located on the Kenai Peninsula, is known for its stunning views of the Cook Inlet and the Aleutian Range. This pristine beach is a popular spot for fishing, clamming, and wildlife viewing, with opportunities to see bald eagles and migratory birds.

5. Ninilchik Beach

Ninilchik Beach, nestled between Homer and Kenai, offers breathtaking views of Cook Inlet and the Chigmit Mountains. Visitors can enjoy beachcombing, picnicking, and birdwatching, with opportunities to see beluga whales and seals offshore.

6. Sitka's Silver Bay Beach

Silver Bay Beach, located near Sitka, is a hidden gem known for its tranquil setting and pristine shoreline. Visitors can relax on the sandy beach, explore tide pools, and admire stunning views of the surrounding mountains and forested coastline.

7. Kachemak Bay State Park

Kachemak Bay State Park, near Homer, offers miles of pristine coastline, rugged cliffs, and secluded beaches. Visitors can hike along scenic trails, kayak through tranquil waters, and camp under the stars, surrounded by the beauty of Alaska's wilderness.

8. Seward Waterfront Park

Seward Waterfront Park, located in the picturesque town of Seward, offers stunning views of Resurrection Bay and the surrounding mountains. This scenic beach is perfect for beachcombing, birdwatching, and watching cruise ships and fishing boats pass by.

9. Kenai Beach

Kenai Beach, situated on the Kenai Peninsula, offers sweeping views of Cook Inlet and the Kenai Mountains. Visitors can enjoy beachcombing, picnicking, and fishing for salmon and trout, with opportunities to see bald eagles and shorebirds along the shoreline.

10. Bishops Beach

Bishops Beach, located in Homer, is a tranquil retreat known for its scenic beauty and abundant wildlife. Visitors can stroll along the sandy shores, watch for whales and seals offshore, and enjoy stunning views of Kachemak Bay and the surrounding mountains.

In conclusion, Beaches in Alaska are a hidden treasure trove waiting to be discovered. Despite its reputation for icy landscapes, this vast state offers stunning coastal areas that rival those found in more traditional beach destinations. From Homer Spit Beach with its picturesque views of Kachemak Bay to the tranquil retreat of Bishops Beach in Homer, each beach in Alaska has its own unique charm and beauty.

#travel

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everliving-everblaze · 11 months

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2 for the book asks!

hii kailey!

2. top 5 books of all time?

oh, that's so hard!!! not to be cliche, but I'm gonna have to give you six. mostly series. in no particular order:

the insignia trilogy by S.J. Kincaid. I'm not sure if I have a favorite within these—maybe vortex—but they are so good. Combine elements of a capitalist dystopia (so scarily realistic that some elements of it have started to come true since its release), characters are that are so teenagers, incredibly endearing friendships, and an evolving plot... I consider it a must-read.

keeper of the lost cities by shannon messenger, of course (that is what this blog is about)! my favorite book is nightfall, because of the meaty humans vs. elves elements, which are so integral to the story plot! i especially love the reveal (SPOILERS!) that the reason the humans betrayed the elves was vespera's experiments.... chilling every time.

the mistborn trilogy by brandon sanderson. absolutely INSANE. The final book of the trilogy, the hero of ages, might just be my favorite book of all time. The way that he weaves a plot is like nothing I've ever read before. The plot twists make my jaw actually drop, and they all lead to a conclusion that smacks you off a cliff. Not to mention how endearing the characters are—the main character, Vin, is everything to me!! short wet rag women represent!

ella enchanted by gail carson levine! this has been a favorite of mine since I was eight years old, and I can quote the opening lines from memory. The character voice, the ROMANCE, the world-building, the story... gail carson levine is a master of her craft. (don't talk to me about the movie, though.)

the four kingdoms series by melanie cellier! if you like fairy tale retellings (which ella enchanted is also!), these are a must-read. they're sweet and romantic, with beautiful world-building and character arcs and themes... so good. and I love a series that tells each character's story in its own book! my favorites are the first two, but the second book, the princess fugitive, absolutely takes the cake. there is literally NOTHING like a battle for the throne to get me excited over a book.

and finally, one I bet a lot of you are familiar with, and the third fairy telling retelling on this list (...oops), the lunar chronicles by marissa meyer! it's hard for me to pick a favorite of these because they're all so charming in their own ways. Just like the four kingdoms, each of the main character's stories is told in their own book, but these ones have even more of an interconnected plot and cast. and it's SCI FI!!! Fairy tale retelling SCI FI! WITH CYBORGS! Truly SO good.

ask game; my ask box

#I love talking about books!!!!! thank you for asking this was so fun :D #team-moonlark #asks #ask game #insignia trilogy #kotlc #mistborn #ella enchanted #melanie cellier #tlc

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theofficersacademy · 2 years

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TEAM ELECTRIC SHEEP

Forsyth Lorenz Hinoka Brigid Soren Shez (F) Pelleas Byleth (F) Farina Marth

TO HAVE A DREAM [ Aug 18-24 ]

Tag: #UnscriptedElectricSheep2022

02:19 HOURS

You awake to a loud siren coming from one of the mechs. Enemies? You’ve fought against so many now that it’s not out of the question. But when you arrive to the source of the sound, you see Laelaps and Sasha inside Soren’s KM300, fiddling with something on the dashboard.

Tense, stressed, Sasha starts with an apology, “Sorry for the alarm, but we’ve got a serious problem. The sky is like... literally falling down.”

Your immediate surroundings look the same as they ever had, but looking up at the night sky, you can just make out the difference between the familiar smoggy night sky and something... darker. More sinister. Magic flows freely through your veins, mages, and you recognize the heavy presence of dark magic.

“My navigation system shows that large sections of the surrounding areas are simply being deleted,” Laelaps says. His tone is different from what you’re used to. Instead of his flat, robotic affect, he seems... genuinely concerned. “I do not know what conclusion to draw from this, except that this will drastically affect our travel plans to Kincaid. Proposal: Regroup with our allies and decide on a new course of action. There is no guarantee that our planned course to Kincaid will exist—”

And then, darkness. You feel yourself falling down, down, back to sleep...

02:20 HOURS

General Raoul wakes up in a start, coughing and struggling to take a breath. He tries to sit up, putting one of his hands of his hands on the ground... only to find nothing there. His arm dangles off the edge of an abrupt cliff, rugged grass and earth suddenly giving way to an endless abyss of dark miasma so thick and terrible...

Dread fills his veins. Is it... no, but can’t be, not in this world! The abyss creeps ever closer. Raoul pushes himself up and runs, shouting at his allies, “Look alive! We’ve got some weird shit going on—”

And then, just past the trees, he sees them. It. Her. Among an army of military-grade mechs that glow brilliantly in the night sky like projected billboards, she is unmistakable, from her form to the painted rainbow on her chest. “Jeanne!”

The world falls apart under his feet. The last thing he does is reach out for that little glimmer of light, the world he had been in, thinking of his beloved...

...

......

??:?? HOURS

When you all awake, you find yourselves in the cockpit of a KM900. All of you.

You float through vast, endless space, safe from suffocating darkness. The mech known as Jeanne seems to be looking at you. And then, it speaks,

“Your kind had a clever idea to hide this in enchanted stories, I will give them that.” It is a man’s voice, nothing like Raoul described. “Such wondrous technology to behold! Once upon a time, we of Agartha waged war with the gods themselves in machines such as these. It is only natural to look upon our kind for inspiration and guidance, no? And yet, how tragic that it must fall apart like this...”

The landscape falls around you in pieces. Sasha and Laelaps drift down, unmoving, unresponsive. Raoul’s mech, however, seems to be fighting for its life. You can just barely make out its pilot through its visor, the general struggling hard to ascend through the darkness and meet with your group. His voice sounds from the intercom, “Guys... I don’t think I can make it... there’s not enough fuel to get back up there and fight. And there’s something... wrong with me... Damn it!”

“Now, if you would be so kind.” Jeanne holds out one hand. “Bring that angry one to me, and I may just let you leave this world. Do you even know how to escape this place? You did not travel here by your own power, remember?” The projections glow ominously in the endless darkness. “Your dear Projectionist did not give you the key out of this place, did she? To be so insignificant to her that she would simply forget to bring you out... but I offer a deal. Bring me that half,” It gestures to Raoul, “and I may let you live. I, Melanthios, give you my word.”

The projections pull out their weapons, missiles and rockets ready to launch.

“What do you say?”

Things to do:

Fight and die, or abandon this world and Raoul to return to Fódlan?

Combat doc will be finished + posted in the afternoon. Teams will be split into 2 (defaulted to A & B team settings).

Ask Mod Bren for additional questions and information.

#UnscriptedElectricSheep2022 #TOAUnscripted2022

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rebeleden · 4 months

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Jefferson's Rebels: Sex Pervert Frank Marshall Davis Mentored Barack Obama

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booksbydlwhite · 5 months

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#SAMPLESUNDAY: HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS- “We’re too cool…”

Welcome to another Sample Sunday! I’m sharing a snip from HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS, my upcoming holiday novella. I’m making great progress and I’m excited to share Reid and Sabrina with you. No release date yet, but you will see this novella before the year is out!

Enjoy today’s snip-grab links to add this title to your ‘I NEEEEED TO READ THIS’ lists on Goodreads and The Storygraph.

“This view is breathtaking,” she murmured, admiring the lake at mid-afternoon. “I can’t get over how everywhere I look, it’s so…picturesque. Like right out of a Thomas Kincaid painting. No wonder Aunt Cara loves it here.”

I was reminded, taking in the view of my hometown, of the survey I was supposed to complete and the changes that I truly believed would revolutionize this community. I didn’t want to ruin the afternoon with work, though, so I set those thoughts aside for another day. We talked and walked, lost in conversation until the sun began to sink below the horizon, turning the sky a deep, dusky pink. We headed back toward the center of town.

In just a few hours, the town square had been transformed into a lively winter festival. The crisp air filled with the aromas of hot chocolate, popcorn, grilled sausages, and boiled peanuts. Children shrieked with laughter as they ran from game to game, eagerly trying their hand at each one. There was a ring toss, lawn bowling with pins that were painted like snowmen, “ice fishing” with magnets attached to plastic fish and sticks to mimic fishing poles. Booths stood side by side, boasting handmade crafts and tasty treats like taffy, frosted gingerbread and varieties of fudge-hazelnut, walnut, dark chocolate, white chocolate. Before I could eat my weight in candy, Sabrina and I got drafted to a corn hole team.

After picking out a few painted ornaments, we headed over to the towering pine tree in the town square, singing along to soulful holiday tunes performed by a live band.

Without the sun offering warmth, the chill in the air had a bite to it. I pulled my jacket closed and urged Sabrina to do the same, then nudged her over to Rooster’s Coffee and Hot Chocolate stand. A couple was working the line, laughing and talking with each customer as if they were old friends.

“I’m guessing you two are Sage and Bennett,” I said, once we had reached the counter.

“We are,” they answered in unison, with bright smiles.

“You don’t even have to tell me who you are,” said Sage, looking right at Sabrina, flipping the swoop of her bang out of her eyes. Her bright red Rooster’s Coffee t-shirt peeked out from a puffy black coat. “Ms. Cara cannot stop talking about how her niece is here visiting. She was hoping you’d find your way into town. I hope we’ll see you around more…and you dragged Cliff and Patricia’s son out, too!”

My brows shot up in surprise. “Nobody needs an introduction in a small town, I guess.”

“You look just like your dad,” said Bennett, “so it’s not at all necessary. Y’all want whipped cream on your hot chocolate?”

We headed toward the crowd milling around the tree with tall cups of hot chocolate and a generous dollop of whipped cream. I herded us toward the seats near a heater and waited for the ceremony to begin. I spotted my parents, who waved at us but opted to sit with their friends, a rowdy bunch of gray haired people that include Aunt Cara.

“I guess we’re not cool enough for them,” mumbled Sabrina.

“Or... we’re too cool.”

“That’s probably not true, Reid.”

“Agree.” I sipped from my cup of hot chocolate, sending a band of warm through my body.

Sabrina glanced at me, then glanced again in a double take. “Uh... you... you have some...whipped cream. In... in your...”

I wanted to ask her to lick it off but couldn’t decide if she would welcome that request or leave me hanging.

“Do you mind?” I asked instead, bending toward her.

She hesitated for a brief moment, then swiped her thumb under my lip. Her fingertips were cold, but the warmth that billowed through me at her touch took care of that.

“I look good?” I asked.

“Perfect,” she replied, with a smile.

The ceremony began with Larry Cable, city council president, opening the event in a brief prayer, followed by one of my favorite NBA players, Kade “KC” Cavanaugh taking the mic. I fanboyed a little as he spoke, then introduced his wife Leslie, who led us in counting down the seconds until he threw the switch that lit up the seven-foot Christmas tree.

As the tree illuminated, the crowd cheered and the band started up again.

Sabrina nudged me with her elbow. “What a perfect tree! It’s gorgeous!”

“Yes. Yes, it is,” I replied…but I wasn’t looking at the tree.

#sample sunday #home for the holidays #potter lake

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harryforvogue · 2 years

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OMGGGGGG! i wanna go watch the sunrise on the scottish hills!!!!! when is my turn?? that chapter was so goooood! aaliyah is just gonna be the death of that man! from leaning over cliffs to snowy horse racing hahaha. ok the trio cuddling on the cliff 🥹 you’re trying to kill me? james is so cute and funny, and harry telling him he needs to find motivation and inspiration to become a better player 😪 their race was so fun to read and i knew my girl was gonna win! harry really thought he’d beat her on her lands hahahaha but then aaliyah asking harry how HE sees himself and not just replying on how other people have described harry to her… and THEN their little moment alone in the trees 🥺 ‘you’re very handsome’ aaliyah honeeeeyyyyy 😭❤️ and THEN them holding hands… AND THEN HARRY TUCKS THEM INTO HIS POCKETAKSJSJSJSJS??? that was so precious i died! oh & mama kincaid is officially scary lol i love that she is like that though! it’s nice that it’s not gonna be easy for them ya know? like it’s not all rainbow and butterflies. aaliyah had a hard time with the last man in her life so i like that her mom is really looking out for her. she’s not gonna make it easy on harry and that makes sense cause she doesn’t want her daughter to ever go through that again! and neither do i!!! she will be protected at all cost! but then……………. the provided…. wedding attire….. THE KILT HAS MADE ITS APPEARANCE! literally cannot wait for the next chapter! it’s gonna be so fun when aaliyah sees harry in his kilt!! oh god! thanks so much for another amazing chapter! so happy you’re feeling better! lots of love for you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

GODDDDDD IM SO READY TO PUT THIS MF IN A KILT. HOW EXCITING!!!! as always, my love, i love you so much and i’m always grateful you take the time out of your day for these lovely messages. i appreciate you SO much ❤️

#siem #keep

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bowcnalexander · 4 years

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@cliff-kincaid !!

Bowen hadn’t felt like this in a long time. She made sure that she didn’t feel like this, that she didn’t feel small and weak and powerless and afraid. Bowen had spent enough time in her life feeling all of those things, feeling worthless and like something someone scraped off the bottom of their shoe—she had worked hard to pull herself out of that place, to build up her self-esteem and to get away from the people who had caused that pain in the first place.

However, it all came rushing back when she saw Nicky at the club meeting that day—it all came back like she had never really gotten rid of it in the first place. The demons she thought she had defeated hadn’t been slain at all, but instead were hiding, nursing their wounds and waiting for the best time to make sure they packed the strongest punch they could. Bowen was just starting to feel comfortable and confident in her place here, and just like that, the rug was pulled out from under her feet.

As she liked to do whenever she needed time to think or clear her head, she zipped up her coveralls and went down to the auto shop. She didn’t expect anyone to be there at night—but then again, as a lowly prospect, she wasn’t privy to all the secret club goings-on that could be happening at any given moment, so she was just praying that no one found her there, working on her bike alone under the fluorescent lighting of the garage.

At first, it was fine—a good way to clear her head. However, the more she cleared her mind, the more her thoughts started to drift to all the terrible things she had been trying so desperately to push down. Not only had Bowen grown up with a piece of shit father, but her half-brother, who had been her entire world when she was little, hadn’t even tried to come and find her, get her out of that situation. He knew how bad it was, and yet, he did nothing. Bowen resented him for that, but more than that, she just felt like a fool for thinking she was worth saving.

Her vision grew cloudy, and before she realized it, there were tears collecting in the corners of her eyes and dripping down her cheeks. Fuck, she couldn’t remember the last time she cried. It made her feel fucking weak. Bowen sniffled and brushed aside her tears, but she couldn’t focus anymore. Instead, she just dropped her tools, bending over where she was sitting and—careful not to get grease on her face—rested her head against the cleaner, backs of her hands and tried to collect herself.

#i have no gifs right now just take my feelings #[ cliff kincaid. ]#[ ckincaid3. ]#also this got super long u do not need to match length at all i just had to Set the Vibe

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cjmonroe · 4 years

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location: charming auto

status: closed

with: @cliff-kincaid

it didn’t take much to piss cj off, especially these days. his temper had only gotten shorter with age & despite his best attempts to reign it in, there were some things that just set him off. rude customers were pretty high on that list & the guy who’s car he’d just spent the best part of three days fixing deciding to complain about how much he was being charged didn’t go down well. “ you’re lucky i didn’t just toss the keys & get the fuckin’ thing collected for scrap. bring it back here again with the same shit & i will. ” he spat, slamming the keys down on the desk for the guy to take. “ get the fuck outta here, man. ain’t my fault you’ve been drivin’ the same piece of shit corolla for the last decade. ”

cj followed him out, swiftly giving him the finger & pulling out a cigarette as the red faced man huffed & sped off out of the yard. “ asshole. ” he muttered, shaking his head as he headed back towards the shop. “ that guy ever comes back, he’s all yours. he’ll end up through the windshield if i have to deal with his shit again. ”

#( cj monroe ; interactions. )#( ft. cliff kincaid. )

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gladiates · 4 years

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175+ non-Western literature recommendations to diversify your academia, organized by continent + country

I love world literature, and I’ve been frustrated by the lack of representation of it in literature + academia communities on tumblr, so here are some recommendations. I haven’t read all of these myself yet, but the ones I have are excellent and the ones I haven’t come highly recommended from Goodreads and are on my to-read list!

With the exception of anthologies of older works, all of these books were written before 2000 (some literally thousands of years earlier), since I’m less familiar with super contemporary literature. Also, I only included each writer once, though many of them have multiple amazing books. I’m sure there are plenty of incredible books I’m missing, so please feel free to add on to this list! And countries that aren’t included absolutely have a lot to offer as well--usually, it was just hard to find books available in English translation (which all of the ones below are.)

List below the cut (it’s my first post with a cut so let’s hope I do it right... and also warning that it’s super long)

ASIA:

Bangladesh:

Pather Panchali by Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay (1929)

China:

Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu (6th century BCE)

The Art of War by Sun Tzu (5th century BCE)

The Analects by Confucius (circa 5th-4th century BCE?)

The Book of Chuang Tzu by Zhuangzi (4th century BCE)

Mencius by Mencius (3rd century BCE)

The Songs of the South: An Anthology of Ancient Chinese Poems by Qu Yuan and Other Poets (2nd century AD)

Li Po and Tu Fu: Poems by Li Po and Tu Fu (written 8th century AD)

Poems of Wang Wei (8th century AD)

Romance of the Three Kingdoms by Luo Guanzhong (14th century AD)

Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio by Pu Songling (1740)

Dream of the Red Chamber by Xueqin Cao (1791)

Six Records of a Floating Life by Shen Fu (1809)

Diary of a Madman and Other Stories by Lu Xun (1918)

Mr Ma and Son by Lao She (1929)

Family by Ba Jin (1933)

Love in a Fallen City by Eileen Chang (1943)

A Source Book in Chinese Philosophy by Wing-Tsit Chan (1963)

Red Sorghum by Mo Yan (1987)

Soul Mountain by Gao Xingjian (1989)

The Big Red Book of Modern Chinese Literature edited by Yunte Huang (anthology, 2016)

India:

The Rig Vega (1500-1200 BCE)

The Mahabharata and the Bhagavad Gita (around 400 BCE but not known exactly. The Gita is part of the Mahabharata)

The Upanishads (REALLY wide date range)

The Dhammapada (3rd century BCE)

The Fundamental Wisdom of the Middle Way by Nāgārjuna (2nd century AD)

The Recognition of Sakuntala by Kālidāsa (4th century AD)

The Way of the Bodhisattva by Santideva (700 AD)

Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore (1910)

Annihilation of Caste by B.R. Ambedkar (1936)

The Discovery of India by Jawaharlal Nehru (1946)

Train to Pakistan by Khushwant Singh (1956)

A Source Book in Indian Philosophy by Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan and Charles Alexander Moore (1957)

Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie (1981)

A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth (1993)

Women Writing in India: 600 BC to the Present V: The Twentieth Century by Susie J. Tharu and K. Lalita (1993)

A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry (1995)

The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy (1996)

Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri (1999)

Indian Philosophy in English: From Renaissance to Independence (anthology, 2011)

Indonesia:

The Weaverbirds by Y.B. Mangunwijaya (1981)

Iran:

Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings by Abolqasem Ferdowsi (11th century AD)

The Essential Rumi by Rumi (13th century AD)

The Blind Owl by Sadegh Hedayat (1936)

Savushun by Simin Daneshvar (1969)

My Uncle Napoleon by Iran Pezeshkzad (1973)

Missing Soluch by Mahmoud Dowlatabadi (1979)

Iraq:

Fifteen Iraqi Poets edited by Dunya Mikhail (published 2013 but the poems are 20th century)

Japan:

The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu (9th-10th century AD)

The Pillow Book by Sei Shōnagon (1002 AD)

The Tale of Genji by Murasaki Shikibu (1008 AD)

The Tale of the Heike, unknown (12th century AD)

One Hundred Poets, One Poem Each: A Treasury of Classical Japanese Verse (not sure of year)

Essays in Idleness by Yoshida Kenkō (1332)

Kokoro by Natsume Sōseki (1914)

No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai (1948)

Snow Country by Yasunari Kawabata (1948)

The Makioka Sisters by Jun'ichirō Tanizaki (1948)

Confessions of a Mask by Yukio Mishima (1949)

Masks by Fumiko Enchi (1958)

The Woman in the Dunes by Kōbō Abe (1962)

A Personal Matter by Kenzaburō Ōe (1964)

Silence by Shūsaku Endō (1966)

Korea (written before the division into North/South):

The Memoirs of Lady Hyegyong (written 1795-1805)

Lebanon:

Samarkand by Amin Maalouf (1988)

Gate of the Sun by Elias Khoury (1998)

Pakistan:

We Sinful Women: Contemporary Urdu Feminist Poetry (1991)

The Rebel's Silhouette: Selected Poems by Faiz Ahmed Faiz (1991)

The Taste of Words: An Introduction to Urdu Poetry edited by Raza Mir (2014)

Palestine:

Men in the Sun and Other Palestinian Stories by Ghassan Kanafani (1963)

Orientalism by Edward Said (1978)

I Saw Ramallah by Mourid Barghouti (1997)

Mural by Mahmoud Darwish (2000, which technically breaks my rule by a year but it’s great)

Philippines:

Noli Me Tángere by José Rizal (1887)

Saudi Arabia:

Cities of Salt by Abdul Rahman Munif (1984)

Sri Lanka:

Funny Boy by Shyam Selvadurai (1994)

Syria:

Damascus Nights by Rafik Schami (1989)

Taiwan:

Last Words from Montmartre by Qiu Miaojin (1996)

Turkey:

My Name Is Red by Orhan Pamuk (1998)

Vietnam:

Spring Essence: The Poetry of Hô Xuân Huong by Hô Xuân Huong (1801)

The Tale of Kieu by Nguyen Du (1820)

Paradise of the Blind by Duong Thu Huong (1988)

Miscellaneous Asia (country unclear or multiple current day countries):

The Epic of Gilgamesh (circa 1800 BCE)

Myths from Mesopotamia translated by Stephanie Dailey

The Arabian Nights (as early as the 9th century AD, lots of changes over the years)

The Qur’an

AFRICA:

Algeria:

Fantasia: An Algerian Cavalcade by Assia Djebar (1985)

The Bridges of Constantine by Ahlam Mosteghanemi (1993)

Cameroon:

Houseboy by Ferdinand Oyono (1956)

Egypt:

The Tale of Sinuhe and Other Ancient Egyptian Poems 1940 - 1640 B.C. translated by R.B. Parkinson

Palace Walk by Naguib Mahfouz (1956)

The Sinners by Yusuf Idris (1959)

Woman at Point Zero by Nawal El Saadawi (1975)

The Map of Love by Ahdaf Soueif (1999)

Ghana:

Our Sister Killjoy by Ama Ata Aidoo (1977)

Two Thousand Seasons by Ayi Kwei Armah (1979)

In My Father’s House: Africa in the Philosophy of Culture by Kwame Anthony Appiah (1992)

Guinea:

The Radiance of the King by Camara Laye (1954)

Kenya:

A Grain of Wheat by Ngugi wa Thing'o (1994)

The River and the Source by Margaret A. Ogola (1995)

Libya:

The Bleeding of the Stone by Ibrahim al-Koni (1990)

Mali:

The Fortunes of Wangrin by Amadou Hampâté Bâ (1973)

Nigeria:

The Palm-Wine Drinkard by Amos Tutuola (1952)

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe (1958)

Efuru by Flora Nwapa (1966)

The Joys of Motherhood by Buchi Emecheta (1979)

Aké: The Years of Childhood by Wole Soyinka (1981)

Sozaboy: A Novel in Rotten English by Ken Saro-Wiwa (1985)

The Famished Road by Ben Okri (1991)

Senegal:

God’s Bits of Wood by Ousmane Sembène (1960)

So Long a Letter by Mariama Bâ (1981)

Somalia:

Maps by Nuruddin Farah (1986)

South Africa:

When Rain Clouds Gather by Bessie Head (1969)

Fools and Other Stories by Njabulo S. Ndebele (1986)

Sudan:

Season of Migration to the North by Tayeb Salih (1966)

Tunisia:

The Colonizer and the Colonized by Albert Memmi (1957)

Zimbabwe:

The House of Hunger by Dambudzo Marechera (1978)

Nervous Conditions by Tsitsi Dangarembga (1988)

Miscellaneous Africa:

The Granta Book of the African Short Story edited by Helon Habila (2011)

The Penguin Book of Modern African Poetry edited by Gerald Moore and Ulli Beier (1963)

AMERICAS:

Antigua and Barbuda:

A Small Place by Jamaica Kincaid (1988)

Argentina:

Ficciones by Jorge Luis Borges (1944)

Hopscotch by Julio Cortázar (1963)

The Museum of Eterna’s Novel (The First Good Novel) by Macedonio Fernández (1967)

Kiss of the Spider Woman by Manuel Puig (1976)

The Sixty-Five Years of Washington by Juan José Saer (1985)

How I Became a Nun by César Aira (1993)

Thus Were Their Faces by Silvina Ocampo (2015 but written earlier)

Brazil:

Dom Casmurro by Machado de Assis (1900)

Chronicle of the Murdered House by Lúcio Cardoso (1959)

Dona Flor and her Two Husbands by Jorge Amado (1966)

Pedagagy of the Oppressed by Paulo Freire (1968)

The Hour of the Star by Clarice Lispector (1977)

Vast Emotions and Imperfect Thoughts by Rubem Fonseca (1988)

Chile:

The Obscene Bird of Night by José Donoso (1970)

Emergency Poems by Nicanor Parra (1972)

The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende (1982)

Colombia:

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez (1967)

Cuba:

The Kingdom of This World by Alejo Carpentier (1949)

Cold Tales by Virgilio Piñera (1958)

Dominican Republic:

In the Time of the Butterflies by Julia Alvarez (1994)

Guatemala:

Men of Maize by Miguel Ángel Asturias (1949)

I, Rigoberta Menchú by Rigoberta Menchú (1985)

Guadalupe (part of France but overseas):

I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem by Maryse Condé (1986)

Haiti:

Breath, Eyes, Memory by Edwige Danticat (1994)

Jamaica:

No Telephone to Heaven by Michelle Cliff (1987)

The True History of Paradise by Margaret Cezair-Thompson (1999)

Martinique (part of France but overseas):

Discourse on Colonialism by Aimé Césaire (1950)

Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon (1961)

Poetics of Relation by Édouard Glissant (1997)

Mexico:

Pedro Páramo by Juan Rulfo (1955)

Aura by Carlos Fuentes (1962)

The Hole by José Revueltas (1969)

Underground River and Other Stories by Inés Arredondo (1979)

The Collected Poems, 1957-1987 by Octavio Paz (1987)

Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel (1989)

Nicaragua:

Azul by Rubén Darío (1888)

Peru:

The Cardboard House by Martín Adán (1928)

The Time of the Hero by Mario Vargas Llosa (1962)

The Complete Poems by César Vallejo (1968)

St. Lucia:

Omeros by Derek Walcott (1990)

Trinidad and Tobago:

The Black Jacobins: Toussaint L'Ouverture and the San Domingo Revolution by C.L.R. James (1938)

A House for Mr. Biswas by V.S. Naipaul (1961)

Uruguay:

Open Veins of Latin America by Eduardo Galeano (1971)

Venezuela:

Doña Bárbara by Rómulo Gallegos (1929)

Indigenous Writers from Canada and the United States:

American Indian Stories by Zitkála-Šá (Dakota) (1921)

Winter in the Blood by James Welch (Blackfeet and A’aninin) (1974)

Emplumada by Lorna Dee Cervantes (Chumash) (1982)

She Had Some Horses by Joy Harjo (Mvskoke) (1982)

Love Medicine by Louise Erdrich (Chippewa) (1984)

Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko (Laguna Pueblo) (1986)

Custer Died for Your Sins by Vine Deloria Jr. (Dakota) (1988)

The Grass Dancer by Susan Power (Dakota) (1997)

Miscellaneous Americas:

And We Sold the Rain: Contemporary Fiction from Central America edited by Rosario Santos (1988)

Short Stories by Latin American Women: The Magic and the Real edited by Celia Correas de Zapata (2003)

Bordering Fires: The Vintage Book of Contemporary Mexican and Chicana and Chicano Literature edited by Cristina García (2006)

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AJ being destined to die is so sad, but it makes a terrible sort of sense too. The most innocent and best people are always the first to go. Plucking beautiful flowers first etc. But at least in LBAF he had a more or less happy life. Despite being ostracized by the Clace, he had his fathers and brother and grandparents and even his cousins all the time, and was able to rescue his best friend from an abusive relationship, and had a pretty good relationship with his boyfriend until close to the end.

But in IALS, where got so little time with Max and Kincaid?? Dying young is so much sadder. Since AJ is famous there, Kincaid would know right? That his fantasies of Arthur living a happy life were wrong.

I really want to know what drove him to suicide and overdose in Dear Mr Lightwood and RWRB AU. Someone who is so genuinely sunshiny and happy being driven to that is a whole lost sadder than the canon event thing or the death due to uncontrollable circumstances after a very happy and successful life.

"plucking beautiful flowers first" fuck okay that one hit hard

In IALS, yes, Kincaid would know.

I got the last question a couple of times and honestly I'd rather let the reader figure it out. But if I may, as someone who works with people with mental health illness including substance use, it's very important to understand nothing actually 'drives' them to death. While the media often portrays both as "okay enough" and give us that dramatic moment where they person jumps off the metaphorical cliff, it doesn't happen that way in real life.

In real life, people don't alway die in sad, dramatic, painful moments. Sometimes it's after a really happy day. Sometimes it's on a completely ordinary life.

Life is beautiful and complicated and messy and inexplicable like that.

PS - I also know we've been talking about death and suicide a lot this past few days. So, I hope everyone is okay. I know this can be difficult for some and triggering for others. Or it could just be uncomfortable and painful to listen to or read about.

Please come talk to me in my asks/DMs if you want to chat about anything at all 💙

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evergreensoulthings · 3 years

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“I gaze on myself In the stream's emerald flow

Or sit on a boulder by a cliff.

My mind, a lonely cloud, Leans on nothing,

Needs nothing

From the world and its endless events.” ~ Han Shan

Artist: Kimberly Kincaid

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serenasoutherlyns · 3 years

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Precedent

Tracey is falling in love, fast. She seeks the help of an expert.

Law & Order: Trial By Jury and Law & Order. ~1.4k words. Tracey/Kelly, Tracey & Jack friendship with a bit of Jack/Claire. Any feedback is appreciated more than you can possibly know. I wrote this quickly and didn't do much in the way of editing so forgive any errors. ao3 link.

"Jack, do you have a second?"

"For you, Tracey? I'll find ten." He's always liked how she refuses to indulge him with anything more affectionate than an eye roll (he knew how much better that was than many of her myriad expressions). And he does have time. He's finishing some notes with one hand and some noodles with the other.

"There's something I could use your perspective on," she says as she clicks his office door shut behind her. It wasn't like her to come to anybody, let alone him, for advice on cases. He figures it must be a big one, though he thinks she'd go to Arthur for that, even though he knew she hated to. The woman was mysterious, but never deadpan.

"Whatever I can do," Jack says, gesturing to the seat across from him. And he is genuinely willing to help. He likes Kibre. He thinks her spiky reputation is well-earned and well-fitting. She's damn near as good as he is and that, he'd testify to (he expressed a sentiment like this one once, to Serena, who had called him an "egotistical ass," which he guessed he deserved. He missed her sometimes).

"It's not a case, actually it's not exactly work," she says, and Jack is even more surprised. If he doesn't think she'd come to him with work problems, he really doesn't think she'd come to him with personal problems. He raises his eyebrows as if to encourage her to continue. He closes his notebook and brandishes an extra set of chopsticks towards her. Her utterly horrified look is both wounding and amusing.

"You'll have to forgive me," she says, "I despise rumors, but nobody else around here has the same ones you do. I hoped you might have some," she narrows her eyes slightly, looking for the right word, "expertise, in this matter. I've consulted the Standards and a few more popular ethics publications,"

"And there's nothing in any of them about whether or not you can sleep with your associates." Tracey looks relieved for only a second at his commiserating smile.

"Possibly 3.1-7, but,"

"That concerns relationships to defense counsel." Tracey nods. "I know. Terrible, isn't it? That there isn't something somewhere that reads '4.1.: don't do that.'"

Tracey laughs begrudgingly. "Indeed. But when you don't have a statute, you seek out precedent... I truly exhausted my other options, I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable."

"Not at all," Jack says, and he's being truthful. There are elements of him, people with whom, circumstances in which he can be an open book. Tracey is clearly in a tough position and he knows she'll keep his secrets, if only for the possibility of using them against him down the line.

"And none of this gets to Arthur."

"My lips are sealed. So," he says, trying to strike a sensitive tone. "Kelly Gaffney?"

"Yes."

"You two are,"

"Not yet."

"But you're going to. Or you wonder if you should."

"Right." Jack thoughtfully places a stickful of stirfry into his mouth and chews.

"Is there any stopping it?" He asks, knowing that the answer is no, that if there was, she wouldn't be here.

"Not as far as I can tell. I mean, I wouldn't resign, and I couldn't ask for either of us to be reassigned,"

"And you also can't take another celebration scotch or late night research session?"

"You really have been there," Tracey says, with a wistful smile fighting her furrowed forehead. Jack nods. "So, should I just prepare myself for disaster? Or push her away, or... I don't know, take the risk?"

"You're sure she likes women?" Jack says, giving her a purposefully inquisitive look.

"Oh, come on, Jack," she says. He raises his shoulders. "Yes."

"I wouldn't've asked!" he replies defensively.

"Manhattan is a small town. I knew before we started working together."

"How?" Jack asks, but the look she gives him makes him concede defeat. "Maybe you should talk to her," he says, going against everything he did."

"Did that ever work for you? I mean, what would I even say,"

"You overestimate how well any of it worked."

"Do tell," Tracey says, "that is if you're comfortable," she says. With her eyes turned down, she looks almost demure.

Jack knows he can trust her. "Well," he starts, settling in for the storytelling, "Ellen fell pregnant very shortly after we started sleeping together, and then I cheated on her with Sally Bell, who lost interest very quickly. She's a good person, you know." He shrugs. "Diana, was, eventful, from start to end, as I'm sure you know." He takes the last bite of dinner and pushes the container elegantly aside.

"Wow," is all Tracey says, and Jack thinks that he wouldn't want to be like him either.

"You asked," Jack says, weakly smiling. "It's some pattern of behavior, I know."

"I never have," Tracey says. "I've had this bureau chief position ten years, just two associates. Before Kelly I worked with Elizabeth Lynwood,"

"Lutheran Lizzie, I remember," Jack chuckles and Tracey smiles back.

"The nickname was unfair," Tracey says, "Just barely. She's doing well, by the way, in Minneapolis. And before that I always had male bosses, and I defied any of them to look at me. Besides I was usually in one relationship or another," she says. Jack wouldn't've taken her for a serial monogamist.

"So you're not a repeat offender then, Ms. Kibre," Jack says, mock-serious. "Good. After Diana was Ted Baer and, Dan Tenofsky, so I was in the clear, there." He braces himself for the next thing, because he knows it's going to hurt. And he doesn't want to scare Tracey, and he's done a good job (he thinks, hopes) of gluing the pieces together. "And then, Claire Kincaid."

The way he says her name is almost reverent. He's quiet, but more than that, soft, with his hands resting on the table. Tracey feels for him, the moments sitting across from Claire in these very chairs, the way her ghost (and Tracey doesn't believe in the spiritual) must follow him around. Tracey had been fond of Claire, though she never knew her that well. She was a kid, all of 26 when she started with Ben. She was intelligent, scarily so. Curious, passionate, all those traits with productive and dangerous sides. Jack had broken in half and the sound it made was loud enough to shut everyone up around him for as long as it was going to take.

"She was different?"

"Than anyone."

They look at each other for a moment, neither one knowing how to get back on track.

"She's," Tracey says, breaking the heavy silence. "Relentlessly moral. She's funny. Her, capacity for compassion is, superhuman. She second guesses me, but not nearly as much as she could, not as much as she does herself..." Tracey breathes into her next words, "she's pushy."

"She makes you want to be better?"

"More than anyone I've ever met."

"And,"

"Impossibly beautiful," she says, with the kind of smitten smile that makes a person look 20 years younger.

Jack leans back, her expression turning infectious, stretching his arms behind his head. "Look, Tracey, I have regrets. How I treated Ellen, getting involved with Diana in the first place... Some things I said to Claire. But I never, once, regretted falling in love with her." Tracey nods, thinking. "I tried, you know. To stop myself halfway down the cliff."

"All that happens then is you hit the rocks before you hit the water."

Jack rests his chin in his hand, elbow propped on the table. "Does that help?"

"Yeah, it does, more than the Standards, anyway."

"I beat the BAR association!" Jack says, in that boyish tone Tracey knows lots of people find charming.

"Don't get too cocky," Tracey playfully warns him. Her cell rings, and her pulse quickens when she sees it's Kelly calling. She flips it open and catches an entertained look in Jack.

"Hey," she says breathlessly, softly, and Jack knows he's given her the right advice. "Sure, I'll meet you there. 20 minutes, yeah. I'll see you." He looks at her smugly. "I meant what I said, McCoy," she says as sharply as she can manage as she stands from the chair, pulling on her coat and picking up her attache. She stops in the doorway.

"Thanks, Jack."

"Anytime."

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