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im-probably-crying-rn-ngl · 4 months

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fuck it, book recommendations based on your favourite driver

+ age rating, summary and rambling disguised as explanation as to why

if your favourite driver is Lewis Hamilton...then i would recommend Carrie Soto is Back by Taylor Jenkins Reid

(historical sports fiction, standalone) "Carrie Soto, a fierce and determined retired tennis champion, comes out of retirement at thirty-seven to reclaim her record and face personal challenges, coached by her father partnered with the man she almost opened her heart to, in Taylor Jenkins Reid's novel about the cost of greatness and a legendary athlete's epic comeback."

the connection between this book and lewis is what inspired this whole post in the first place. a comeback story even if you have proven all there is to be proven? trying to beat all the odds against you even time? being an all-time champion AND an underdog? there are so many links that can be made between carrie and lewis not just with their careers and relationships but also what adversities they have had to face. idk but is this like manifesting that lewis is going to be "back" for his 8th wdc?

if your favourite driver is George Russell...then i would recommend A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

(young adult mystery thriller, book 1 of 3) "In 'A Good Girl's Guide to Murder,' Pippa Fitz-Amobi reexamines a closed case, challenging the conviction of Sal Singh for Andie Bell's murder, unearthing hidden secrets that threaten her safety as she seeks the elusive truth."

ah mr wannabe investigator (we all saw him checking out that redbull) but seriously there's something we grussell sprouts must enjoy about someone who seems so straight-laced and uptight be absolutely blatantly unhinged both on and off track. it's just so george to choose literal murder inquiry as a school project, from the ambition bordering on arrogance of believing a high schooler could do what the authorities couldn't to the genuine heartfelt sincerity in wanting the truth and to bring justice for those already deemed outcasts by society. he's OUR good girl that's not-so-secretly "bad".

(main ship are george and alex coded btw like im just saying)

(+ bonus rec bc i am incredibly biased) if your favourite team is Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team (had to google the name for the nth time)...then i would recommend The Green Bone Saga by Fonda Lee

(adult fantasy, trilogy, best books i have ever read) "The Green Bone Saga is a fantasy trilogy by Fonda Lee, exploring the intricate power struggles and conflicts within and around the Kaul family. Set in the fictional city of Janloon with ability-enhancing jade as it's lifeblood."

my faves with my faves. mercedes aren't a national institution/emotion (ferrari), a team (red bull racing), a villains' lair (ashton martin) or a pop band (mclaren) but a family. a dysfunctional, awkward, barely concealed hot mess of a family, but family nonetheless. chasing victory while trying to survive the horrors of life and each other is the merc way and you will see the same in this trilogy. *toto voice* loyalty!

family is duty. magic is power. honor is everything. <- literally them

if your favourite driver is Oscar Piastri...then i would recommend The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan

(young adult fantasy, book 1 of 5) "In 'The Lightning Thief' by Rick Riordan, seemingly troubled teenager Percy Jackson discovers his divine lineage as a demigod, embarks on a perilous quest with his friends to prevent a war among the gods."

wow guys i don't know what to tell you except oscar JACK piastri, SON of nicole and chris piastri, might literally be percy JACKSON (i have connected the dots, you haven't connected shit). your guy might have had a former illustrious career in undertaking dangerous quests and asking greek gods to pay child support, you should check.

if your favourite driver is Lando Norris...then i would recommend Magnolia Parks by Jessa Hastings

(adult contemporary romance, check tws, book 1 of an ongoing series) "In 'Magnolia Parks' by Jessa Hastings, a tumultuous love story unfolds between the beautiful and self-involved London socialite Magnolia Parks and Britain's notorious bad-boy BJ Ballentine, as they grapple with a dysfunctional relationship marked by heartbreak, secrets, and the enduring pull they feel towards each other."

picked this based on vibes, just pure vibes but immaculate ones. the drama, the glitz, the glam yes but also the family, friendship, and love found within the pages of this series. this is british gossip girl. i am telling you there is a vision here people.

(+ bonus review because this might be the only book on this list that has less (3.84) than 4+ stars on goodreads and i can't do him and y'all dirty like that: i personally didn't love the first book but the series really comes together and you truly get invested in these characters and their happiness, actually pretty excited to read more.

also if nothing else it's fun, just some brain popcorn)

if your favourite driver is Carlos Sainz...then i would recommend The Wrath and the Dawn by Renée Ahdieh

(young adult romance fantasy, check tws, book 1 of 2) "In a land ruled by a murderous boy-king, Shahrzad vows vengeance for her friend's death and becomes the next bride of the tormented Caliph Khalid, discovering unexpected love as she navigates the perilous palace of secrets and stories, torn between survival and the promise of retribution."

wow like you think he didn't step out of a magical retelling of 1001 nights? mhm but let's leave aside the fact i am still not convinced otherwise. carlos this year has shown his insane mega ultra galaxy brain, so i believe the plot of the wrath & the dawn would be something that would resonate with you. the quick wit and guile of the mc as she tries to carry out a revenge plot while trying to not get executed is only comparable to carlos coming up with his own race strategy mid race and cementing himself as the only non-rbr race winner in 2023. wow.

if your favourite driver is Charles Leclerc...then i would recommend The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

(historical romance fantasy, standalone) "The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller is an Iliad retelling, focusing on the deep and complex relationship between Achilles and Patroclus."

he has that sadness in his eyes that you only see in tragic greek myths etc etc. i will have to say, achilles walked so charles leclerc could race. *soft longing sigh* il predestinato and aristos achaion, the predestined and the best of the greeks. beloveds born and bathed in golden light. it just makes sense to me.

if your favourite driver is Alex Albon...then i would recommend Beach Read by Emily Henry

(adult contemporary romance, standalone) "A romance writer who no longer believes in love and a literary writer stuck in a rut engage in a summer-long challenge that may just upend everything they believe about happily ever afters."

i mean alex is a living-breathing romance novel of a man. BUT it hasn't always been sunshine and rainbows (helmut marko if i catch you). so i think any emily henry book but especially beach read captures the ups and downs of alex's journey so well compared to just any ole romcom (...but if i had to give one for the alex enjoyers then it would be Better Than the Movies by Lynn Painter, coincidentally also george and alex coded lmao).

but was it his remarkable drive back to f1 or the recent holiday beach pics that was the reason behind this rec? i guess we will never know

if your favourite driver is Logan Sargeant...then i would recommend Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

(young adult fantasy, book 1 of 3)"In 'Howl's Moving Castle' by Diana Wynne Jones, eldest daughter Sophie is cursed to age prematurely, the key to break the spell lies in the enigmatic Wizard Howl's castle. Sophie embarks on a quest to confront the Witch who cursed her all the while unraveling hidden truths about herself and Howl."

"let's bring it in and call it a day - let's look after of you." to "that's my girl" pipeline and vice versa. i know what you are.

but logang (the only one i know frfr) you deserve it okay? a cozy lil fantasy full of whimsy and wonder. tuck in and have some tea and cookies, pookies.

(i wanted to do the full grid but keep the teammates together and i haven't yet come up with something for all of em so there will be a part 2...? hopefully...?)

sources for summaries: thestorygraph and goodreads

#f1 #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #george russell #mercedes amg f1 #oscar piastri #lando norris #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #alex albon #logan sargeant #i had a thought and not much else

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seoul-bros · 1 year

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Exhibition of RM's favourite artist Yun Hyong-Keun opening soon

I'm planning a trip to Hastings this summer to see the Yun Hyong-Keun exhibition. Heard so much about him from RM last year, it's definitely worth a trip to the coast to see the paintings first hand.

Post Date: 23/04/2023

#rm #kim namjoon #namjoon #Yun #Indigo #yun hyong keun #yun hyong keun x hastings contemporary museum #Spotify

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wonder-worker · 21 days

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"The feast of the Nativity of Saint John the Baptist being appointed as the day upon which the coronation of the king [Edward V] would take place without fail, all both hoped for and expected a season of prosperity for the kingdom."

-Excerpt from the Croyland Continuator / David Horspool, "Richard III: A Ruler and Reputation"

Even though Edward IV’s death was unexpected, after twelve years of peace there need not have been too much of a sense of foreboding about the succession. The great dynastic wound from which the Wars of the Roses had grown had not so much been healed as cauterized by the extinction of the House of Lancaster. There was no rush for London, as had happened in earlier, disputed successions. The royal party didn’t set out from Ludlow for ten days after hearing the news of Edward IV’s death, while Richard took his time, too. And the new king had [his mother the dowager queen and] two uncles to support him: his mother’s brother, the sophisticated, cultured, highly experienced Earl Rivers; and his father’s, the loyal and reliable Duke of Gloucester, to whom Edward IV had entrusted unprecedented power and vital military command.

... [Richard of Gloucester] had achieved his goal by a mixture of luck and ruthlessness, and if he made it appear, or even believed himself, that destiny played a part, this only made him a man in step with his times. Modern historians have no time for destiny, but sometimes the more ‘structuralist’ interpretations of the events surrounding the usurpation can come close to it. When we read that ‘the chances of preserving an unchallenged succession were . . . weakened by the estrangement of many of the rank-and-file nobility from . . . high politics, which was partly a consequence of the Wars of the Roses and partly of Edward IV’s own policies’, it is hard not to conclude that an unforeseeable turn of events is being recast as a predictable one. But without one overriding factor – the actions of Richard, Duke of Gloucester after he took the decision to make himself King Richard III – none of this could have happened. That is, when the same author concedes ‘Nor can we discount Richard’s own forceful character’, he is pitching it rather low*.

Edward IV had not left behind a factional fault line waiting to be shaken apart. Richard of Gloucester’s decision to usurp was a political earthquake that could not have been forecast on 9 April, when Edward died. After all, Simon Stallworth did not even anticipate it on 21 June, the day before Richard went public. We should be wary of allowing hindsight to give us more clairvoyance than the well-informed contemporary who had no idea ‘what schall happyne’. This is not to argue that Richard’s will alone allowed him to take the Crown. Clearly, the circumstances of a minority, the existence of powerful magnates with access to private forces, and the reasonably recent examples of resorts to violence and deposition of kings, made Richard’s path a more conceivable one. But Richard’s own tactics, his arrest of Rivers, Vaughan and Grey, the rounding up of Hastings and the bishops, relied on surprise. If men as close as these to the workings of high politics at a delicate juncture had no inkling of what might happen, the least historians can do is to reflect that uncertainty [...].

(*The author who Horspool is referencing and disagreeing with is Charles Ross)

#wars of the roses #edward v #richard iii #edward iv #my post #I'm writing a post on this topic but I have no idea when I'll finish it so I figured I should post Horspool's epic analysis #or should I say epic takedown? <3 #friendly reminder that Richard's usurpation happened primarily and decidedly because of Richard's own decisions and actions #we need to stop downplaying his singular agency and accountability by casting the blame on others #most of all Elizabeth Woodville and her family but also the bizarre interpretation of historians like Ross and Pollard (et al)#who somehow hold Edward more responsible (through a 'structuralist' view as Horspool says) even though that literally makes no sense #also friendly reminder that actual contemporaries did not view Edward V's minority as a sign of worry and potential discontent #quite the opposite - they expected him to have a prosperous reign. which made sense since Edward IV left his son a far more stable #country than any former minor king (and most other adult kings tbh). The irony is that it was his son's usurper who benefitted from it.#also I added Elizabeth Woodville to the list because Edward V himself specifically said that he trusted the governance of the country #'to the peers of the realm and the queen' as quoted by Mancini (likely relayed to him by John Argentine)#and this is supported by evidence. After Edward's death the Croyland Continuator substitutes Elizabeth's role in the council #for that of the King: 'the counsellors of the king now deceased were present with the queen'#we know Elizabeth presided over all the council's decisions and initiated proposals (the size of her son's military escort) on her own #She was clearly the one with the most authority in the council (who were described as being present with *her* not anyone else)#Hastings made demands but he couldn't enforce them at all (and was in fact worried). It was clearly Elizabeth who had that power.#She was likely going to play a very prominent role during her son's minority and imo it's problematic to assume otherwise #(Lynda Pidgeon assumes otherwise but she's based her assumption on objectively false information so I don't think we should take her #seriously)(see: she claims that EW lacked influence compared to her male relatives in royal councils when EW HERSELF WAS IN ROYAL COUNCILS)#That's not to go too far the other direction and claim EW tried to dominate and tactlessly exclude others - we know she didn't #The impression we get by this first council and by Richard's own actions indicates that she Richard and Anthony would likely #work *together* when it came to governing the realm #I do find it frustrating when people disregard the fact that based on the impression we have she would've had a very visible #and powerful role

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dollyyun · 24 days

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𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 | chap 06

SYPNOSIS: wherein the princess, who is a clandestine assassin, has been commanded to eliminate the seven vampire princes.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, contemporary fantasy, enemies to lovers, third pov, eventual previous past lives will be entailed.

WARNINGS: expletives.

WORD COUNT: 5.5k

TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun @b3tt7boop @smg-valeria @lhspeachie @enhaverse713586 @strxwbloody @firstclassjaylee @jwnghyuns @luminouskalopsia @deobitifull @loumin908

🍒 MASTERLIST 🍒

The sunlight casts a warm glow throughout the forest, with an ethereal ambience infusing the atmosphere and a certain mellifluous melody that kindles a familiar spark within her, inspiring her to dance to the melody.

Her eyes sparkle with wonderment upon seeing pixies with resplendent wings fluttering around her that are about the size of her palm. Giggles of merriment and tiny, high-pitched voices elicit from these ethereal mystical creatures as they dance afloat around her, almost as if they are encouraging her to join, and she does.

As she dances to the melody with the pixies, her lavender glittering dress sways behind her along with her lilac waves. A gleeful smile touches her pink lips as she releases giggles. She never wants to leave this place, where nothing can hurt her and where she no longer feels the excruciating pain in her neck.

Unbeknownst to her, a pair of magenta-pink-hued eyes have been watching her as he remains seated on a fairly thick branch on one of the trees. With his head tilting to one side, his pink lips unfurl a lopsided grin, enraptured by his darling in an effervescent element as she dances to the music he enchants with his magic.

Sensing his prominent presence, the pixies cease dancing and wave at the confused female. Their wings flutter as they gyrate around her while she follows their movement before they fly ahead, leaving her behind.

But the confusion clouding her head dissipates at the moment she lifts her head up and locks eyes with him. Her breath hitches in her throat upon seeing him, decked out in an all-black ensemble.

With ease, he alights from the branch and lands on his feet. Her heart beats in a familiar cadence as he strides towards her, his eyes never leaving hers, as well as the smirk on his charming countenance.

"Did you miss me, darling?" She is bewitched by the mellow tone of his voice, as is the ambience he exudes.

She unfurls a soft smile that shoots cupid arrows into his heart. "More than you'll ever know." She says softly before she finds herself moving towards him in haste.

As she crashes into him, his arm slithers around her waist while the other cradles the back of her head. They hold each other tight in a loving embrace. He buries his nose into her hair, inhaling her sweet natural scent that he used to bask in whenever he had her in his possession.

As they remain in each other's embrace, a certain scene unfolds in his mind, to which a tremendous guilt hits him. "I'm so sorry, Lilith." He whispers painfully. "You know that I would never hurt you, ever, but─"

"It's okay, Shion." She pulls her head away from his shoulder to place a peck on his cheek. Her eyes soften as she sees the guilt swimming in his eyes. "Whatever the present you did was beyond your control. I don't blame you at all."

His arm tightens around her waist while frustration is written across his face. "If only I was strong enough to breach through the borders and remember you. I hate how I have had to watch and feel his distaste for you." He caresses her cheek gently.

"As do I." She smiles sadly, leaning into his touch with her eyes fluttering closed. "Can we forget about everything else and just be like this, even if it's for awhile?"

Not too long after, they lie down on the meadow, basking in the comfortable silence that surrounds them. Her head rests on his chest as she settles acutely on top of him with her arm hugging his torso while his long, slender fingers are mindlessly treading through her soft, lilac locks.

"My time is almost up." He breaks the silence, glancing down at the disheartened female who is staring at him with glistening eyes. He unfurls a soft grin and tilts her chin up, dipping his head to kiss her squarely on the lips. The sweetness of the kiss has her toes curling before she sighs against his lips in contentment.

"Don't go." She whispers dolefully as he slowly pulls away from her lips.

"I'm sorry, darling. As much as I want to have you all to myself, I can't be selfish." He chuckles lightly before placing a kiss on her forehead. "Besides, he's been waiting for you."

Her pouty lips form a frown, tempting him to kiss her again. "Who?"

"Close your eyes first, darling." He instructs gently, and she complies. She awaits him, and she is surprised to feel his lips on her again, but this time, he is kissing her with raw, palpable emotions that bring tears to her eyes.

She feels the warmth of his lips fading while her eyes remain closed, afraid that she might burst out waterworks upon seeing him fade away and disappear from her sight. Now, no longer is there his warmth, and she knows that she is alone again.

Finally, she flutters her eyelids open and is taken aback by the change in her surroundings. The woodland is now covered in snow. She puts her palm out to catch a beautiful snowflake as it lands on her palm. Amidst the tears staining her cheeks and the goosebumps arising on her skin due to the cold, a smile paints her canvas.

Remaining unmoving from the ground, she feels heavy, thunderous footsteps, or rather, paws, approaching her from behind, prompting her body to turn around. Recognition flickers in her gaze as she stares at the wolf, which is bigger than any average wolf, and she has had to tilt her head up to look into his eyes.

He appears intimidating, his chest rumbles as low growls emit from him, and his sharp canines are bared at her, but she doesn't feel the slightest terrified of the enormous wolf. She takes this time to marvel at his white fur, which she used to tread lightly with her fingers. He trods forward with one paw, and given his stance, she knows that he is trying to scare her.

Chuckles leave her lips as she rolls her eyes. "You know you can't scare me, Solon."

In an instant, a whine emits from him, shattering the monstrous, intimidating demeanour he put up. With a huff, he decides to shift into his human form, with the sound of bones cracking painfully, while she watches in awe. Seeing him shift never ceases to amaze her.

She watches with a fluttering heart as his azure-hued eyes lock with hers, and his handsome countenance is adorned with a charming grin, his fang-like teeth peeking from his lips. "For once, I'm thankful to Astra for granting us the ability to shift without having to worry about our clothes shredding to pieces."

She doesn't respond, but instead smiles softly at him as he continues to amble towards her. "Hi." She greets him shyly.

His heart swells with adoration for his beloved. He kneels down on one knee in front of her and grabs her hand before raising it to his lips and placing a kiss on her knuckle. He lifts his head to meet her eyes once again.

"Hi, princess." He reciprocates softly, his thumb caressing the top of her hand. A frown touches his lips as he realises that she does not have enough extra layers to provide warmth to her body. "Are you not cold?"

"I'm fine, really." A knowingness glints in her eyes. "Besides, you know that the cold doesn't exactly bother me."

"But still." He releases her hand to open his arms wide for her. "Come here. My body will provide you the warmth you need."

She doesn't really have much of a choice, especially when he never takes 'no' as an answer as he tugs her arm, pulling her towards him before she crashes into him with her head against his chest. Nevertheless, she snuggles into him and heaves a contented sigh, to which he smiles in adoration.

"I've missed this. I've missed us." He starts off, prompting the female to look at him. There is a sad smile on his lips as he glances down at her. "Being apart from you for a thousand years is torturous, and even worse when our reincarnations fail to recognise you."

"It is part of Astra's punishment." She raises her hand to cradle the cusp of his jaw, and her finger lazily traces a circle on his oddly warm cheek. "Tell me, what does the reincarnated you think about the reincarnated me?"

He scoffs out a chuckle of disbelief as he rolls his eyes. "He thinks that you're a nuisance, and don't get me started on his bloodlust thoughts after having a taste of your blood."

"I sense there's another and." She chuckles softly, leaning dependently on him with her body tilting to face him while her fingers fiddle with the hem of his blouse.

He gazes fondly at her, his arms remaining around her body. "And he thinks that you're gorgeous, just as I think so too."

"You think?" She feigns disappointment, her lips forming into a small pout, to which he can't resist kissing her. She chuckles softly against his lips as he kisses her hard before pulling away.

As he heaves, he leans his forehead against hers while holding her hand close to his chest. "No. I know so." He says. "I hope you don't ever forget that I do love you, despite the fact that the reincarnated me is a bloodthirsty asshole."

The sound of her genuine laugh is melodious to his ears. "You do realise that you're calling yourself an asshole?"

"Promise me that you won't ever forget it." He holds her hand firmly while his eyes turn serious.

Her eyes soften. "I won't, but you know that it's impossible─ Ah!" A piercing yet familiar affliction strikes her heart while there is a jarring sensation throughout her body.

"Princess?!" He cradles her body, which feels heavier by the second, but with his strength, he manages to still hold her with ease. Tears begin to stream down her cheeks while her hand clutches the material of her dress, where her heart is, writhing in agony. "Lilith!"

"Solon." Her voice is barely above a whisper, and her surroundings become disoriented along with his desperate cries for her before the familiar darkness welcomes her as it engulfs her whole.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Even when she has regained consciousness, the piercing affliction persists the same way it did in her dream with the two mysterious men who bear the same faces as her enemies. This time, she can still vividly recall her dream, with the only exception that everything she heard sounded muffled.

Elora can feel the tears welling up behind her closed eyelids before those same tears fall as they trickle down her cheeks. The familiar affliction in her heart is unlike any other. If it's any other being, they would’ve already been dead by how terminal this unidentifiable disease is.

But strangely, Elora manages to live while bearing this disease. It is almost as if this disease is to punish her─unable to die despite how fatal the affliction is.

"What's wrong with her?" Jake.

"Use your magic to wake her up, Celeste."

"I've done everything I can. It's only up to her now."

Elora hears the commotion around her, the voices she recognises, and yet the prince she wanted to launch her rage on is not here.

"It's not his fault." The same voice that spoke the unfamiliar name echoes throughout the walls in her mind once again─her very own voice. It is muddling because, despite the fact that the voice is the same as hers, it feels like a different person speaking. "Please, you have to remember...."

Elora lacks the ability to process anything, only focusing on the affliction in her heart. It is getting unbearable with each passing second, and all she wants is for somebody to rip her heart out.

"Allow me."

"No. You hurt her before." Jungwon sounds strangely protective, and it brings an odd feeling to her.

"It's okay, Jungwon." She hears Celeste coax Jungwon. "His healing magic might be more effective than mine."

Elora feels his hands cradling her cold one. She has no idea what is happening, but the next thing she knows, a tingling yet warm sensation diffuses throughout her body, causing her to abruptly snap her eyes open, startling everyone.

But his healing magic alone is not sufficient to alleviate the affliction in her heart. She yanks her hand away from his grasps and curls her body to the other side, writhing and whimpering in pain.

"Elora! What's wrong?" Celeste rushes over to the other side and kneels down, brushing away the strands of her hair sticking to her face as she is breaking out in cold sweats, fussing worriedly over her like a mother hen.

Elora opens her trembling mouth, but nothing comes out, as coherency is not in her ability at the moment. With their heightened hearing senses, they can hear how rapidly her heart is beating, pounding loudly in their eardrums.

"Something's wrong with her heart." Jake speaks up with a frown apparent in his tone.

Elora's eyelids are slowly fluttering closed while slowly losing all strength in her body, and she allows whoever is holding her and cradling her in their arms. Her head lolls to the back, but a hand swiftly cradles the back of her head, providing her support and tilting her head to meet his luminous crimson-magenta eyes.

"Try and stay awake, Elora." Sunoo's command evokes something within her, forcing herself to heed his words. Her eyes are slowly going into focus before they stare directly into his beautiful ones.

Elora has no idea what sort of magic Sunoo is casting on her, but it seems to work as her heart is slowly returning to its original rate, beating normally but loud enough in her eardrums. Everything seems slow and slightly disoriented, but she continues to focus on Sunoo's captivating eyes.

Her chest heaves as her breathing pace returns to normal, and soon enough, everything, including her surroundings, becomes clearer. She doesn’t even bother to fight off her enemy's hold on her body, simply surrendering herself.

"What just happened?" Riki blurts out, the confusion in his voice is apparent. No responses, as they, too, are uncertain of what happened. All except Elora.

Elora leans dependently into Sunoo, with her head resting on his shoulder while light pants leave her lips. She feels a hand grabbing hers before she turns to look at Celeste, who looks genuinely worried yet relieved, but the sight of her kind smile eases Elora.

"What happened?" Elora manages to speak up, despite how her throat feels dry as sand. "I thought I had died in Heeseung's hands."

She can feel Sunoo flinches and catch the way Jungwon, Riki, and Jake flinch as well. Celeste's smile turns apologetic as she squeezes Elora's hand. "I used my healing power on you, but it wasn’t enough. So Sunoo stepped in and helped since his healing magic is much more effective than mine."

Elora scoffs out a chuckle, casting a faint smirk at Sunoo, who has been silent as he holds her. "Who would’ve thought that you'd be the one to heal me when you're the same person who tried to kill me once?"

Sunoo narrows his eyes at her, obviously not pleased by her remark. "Be thankful that I even offered to heal you, or you'd already be dead."

Elora scoffs once more and attempts to push herself away from him, now gaining stability. Even so, Jungwon steps forward in an attempt to steady her just as she stands, taking her by surprise as she blinks at him.

"I don't think you should move around." Jungwon clears his throat in an awkward manner after having been seen by everyone how quick he was to step in and steady her.

"I agree." Celeste appears next to Elora, wrapping her arm around the latter. "It's a miracle that it has only been two hours since you passed out, but you still need to rest. You've lost quite a lot of blood."

Elora's hand flies to her neck, where she swears there would be big punctured holes from how Heeseung devoured her, but there are none. It must have been Celeste's doing.

Elora looks at Celeste and gives her a small, feeble smile. "Thank you."

In return, Celeste beams with a wide smile. "Anytime, Elora."

Elora takes a glance at Sunoo, who appears disgruntled for some reason. She purses her lips, contemplating for a moment, before she decides to push aside her hatred for the prince. "Thank you as well, Sunoo."

Sunoo clearly didn’t expect her to show her gratitude. He clears his throat while his face remains impassive, but the emotions in his eyes don't go unnoticed by Elora.

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Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Elora stares at her reflection while her handmaiden gives her a bow before she proceeds to leave the room. Elora remains staring at her reflection, finding it hard to believe that she looks different than usual.

Elora can't help but admire the plunging neck sequin navy blue dress with glitter ornaments everywhere that drapes flawlessly over her figure, as it also casts a certain ambience of sophistication and regality. Her lilac waves have been braided immaculately into a half-updo, and on her head is a fairly small tiara, while a blue sapphire pendant rests above her chest.

Elora feels as though she is part of the vampire royalty, and she even looks like one. It took hours for her handmaiden and other maidens to dress her up and beautify her. Long, excruciating hours, but at least Celeste was there to entertain her for the first or second hour.

A knock on the door startles her, causing her eyes to shift from the mirror to the side, where a certain prince she doesn’t expect to see is standing by the opened door with his arms crossed over his chest.

Her lips downturn into a frown, confused by his presence. Yet her eyes are raking over him. He is decked out in all white pants, white vast on top of the ruffled blouse, with a royal blue kilt blazer that is emblazoned in intricate silver laces. His stark raven hair is parted in the middle, with the bangs hovering over his chiselled forehead, which also reveals his well-defined yet thick eyebrows.

Elora releases the breath she has been holding back since the moment her eyes landed on him. She hates to admit it, but he looks divinely handsome.

"What are you doing here, Sunghoon?" Elora asks, though her voice comes out faintly.

"I've come on behalf of your groom." Sunghoon declares himself, his voice is icy-cold, as is the way he is gazing at her. "I'm here to escort you to the ball. Before you refuse, you can't. It is also a direct order from the sovereigns."

Elora takes him by surprise when she nods her head before she makes her way towards him. With each step she takes, Sunghoon feels a sense of deja vu, as if he had been her escort before. It is even addling when something flashes in his mind like a film. It is not just something, but a face. Her face.

Sunghoon blinks his eyes once more, and the image is gone. He flinches just slightly when the female is now standing in front of him with her eyebrow raised. "Well? What are we waiting for?"

Sunghoon composes himself as he leans away from the door. Like a gentleman, he offers her his arm, which she accepts, looping her arm around his before they make their way to the ballroom.

Silence envelopes them, but Sunghoon takes occasional glances at her, finding it odd to admit that his enemy looks divine, almost enthralling him. She looks like pure vampire royalty.

Elora, on the other hand, has long since noticed his stares on her face, but she dismisses him. Perhaps she is mentally drained, but today is not the day she wants to start any trouble with the princes.

"You should know that Heeseung feels guilty and regrets what he did last night." Sunghoon breaks the ice just as they are nearly reaching the venue.

Elora stares at him with an eyebrow raised. "Why would he feel guilty? Killing is in your nature, after all." She says tersely. "Besides, I'm still his and your enemy. If I were in Heeseung's shoes, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill my enemy."

"You're right." Sunghoon shoots her a smirk without fully turning his head to look at her. "Despite everything that has happened, you are still my enemy, just as I am still your enemy."

"Exactly. Nothing changes." Elora quips as they finally enter the massive ballroom, which looks extensively endless with chandeliers dangling above the ceiling. Vampire nobles are everywhere, throwing her curious yet hungry looks.

"Stay close to me." Sunghoon murmurs to her lowly, just as he feels her arm loosen around his. His face remains impassive, while his gaze is straight ahead. "At least until Heeseung is here. These nobles are not exactly amiable towards other species."

"I know." Elora murmurs back to him, and with eyes on her figure, she starts to feel her skin crawling. Even if she is the bride of their first prince, that doesn’t mean she is safe.

"Elora!" Celeste comes into her view, dressed in a gorgeous off-shoulder gown that is in the same shade as Sunghoon's blazer. Her golden locks look luxurious as they cascade down her shoulders. "You look absolutely dazzling!"

Elora musters a faint smile at her, still not accustomed to Celeste's exuberant disposition. "Thank you. You look beautiful, princess."

"Celeste." Celeste corrects her for the ninth time. Her eyes trail down to their interlocked arms. "I see that Sunghoon is your escort. Heeseung should be here by now."

"He'll be a little late." Jake approaches them, walking alongside Jay and Sunoo. "Something came up, but nothing too serious."

Elora feels as though her breath has been stolen away when her gaze settles on them. They are decked out in similar attire as Sunghoon's, yet they manage to look distinctively charming. She immediately returns her gaze to Celeste as soon as they look at her.

"So what now?" Elora asks Celeste, not bothering to conceal her apathy. "I don't suppose that I could go for some refreshment."

"Unless you want to drink blood." Sunghoon remarks wittily, casting her an annoying yet charming smirk.

"Nonsense. There are champagnes and wines as well." Celeste shoots Sunghoon a glare before returning her gaze to Elora with a kind smile. "Would you like to have some?"

"That would be great." Elora smiles, ignoring how their eyes are widening at the side of her genuine smile, directed at their older sister.

"It's best for Elora to stick to any one of us." Sunghoon asserts as soon as Elora attempts to unhook her arm around his. "It's dangerous for her to be alone with these nobles."

"But she'll be with me." Celeste frowns. "Besides, I'm her friend."

"Heeseung's orders, sister." Jay adds, supporting Sunghoon. "We are not to leave her side, at least until Heeseung's here."

"You can drink with me instead." Sunoo nudges his sister by the shoulder, and for the first time, Elora is taken aback to see how laid-back Sunoo is without having the evil glint in his eyes.

"Alright." Celeste loops her arm around Sunoo's and bids Elora a goodbye smile before they saunter away, leaving Elora with the three princes.

"I'm capable of fending for myself if anything happens." Elora tells them firmly.

Jay narrows his eyes at her, clearly unconvinced. "Given the number of times you've been injured and rendered unconscious, I'd say otherwise."

Before Elora can retort, Sunghoon is dragging her with him to the middle of the ballroom, where every other noble couple is dancing to the slow, euphonious tune. Swiftly enough, he has his hand placed on her waist while the other is holding her hand as he raises it up mid-air.'

"What are you doing?" Elora whispers aggressively, yet her body naturally follows the rhythm. Thankfully, back in her kingdom, dance is part of the tradition, so she is familiar with it.

The corners of his lips quirk a smirk. "Dancing, obviously. Besides, you'll be dancing with your groom in a while. Consider this a warm-up."

Elora's breath hitches in her throat as he expertly spins her around before pulling her back, causing her chest to come into contact with his solid one by how firm he does it. She glances up at him with a glare while ignoring the peculiar flutter in her heart. "That was a deliberate move."

"But you liked it." Sunghoon leans down to her ear to whisper, "I'm your enemy, and yet your heart beats for me fast. Why is that?"

Her pulses drum in her ears at close proximity. "Maybe because you're too close for my comfort." Sarcasm laces into her whisper. "And I feel uncomfortable with you touching me."

"Or maybe you have grown to like me." Sunghoon chuckles coldly as he pulls away from her neck. Their eyes meet once more. "You're a decent dancer, princess. I'll give you credit for that."

Sunghoon twirls her around expertly again, but this time, he lets go of her. Elora doesn’t have the time to process when a hand envelopes hers and pulls her towards him before she stumbles into him just slightly with her chest hitting his.

She glances up to look at him under her long lashes, and her heart beats erratically at the sight of his handsome countenance. His full attire is similar to Sunghoon's, but just like the other princes, he looks distinctively charming.

His eyes meet hers as he holds her waist firmly, slowly dancing to the melody. He doesn’t say anything, only gazing at her with indecipherable sentiments, making her go flushed under his gaze.

By now, everyone has their heads turned at the bride and groom. There is a certain yet palpable ambience about them that makes it harder to look away. They look perfect, fitting each other like a puzzle. They have been made aware that she is mermaidian, and despite their distaste for her kind, they can't deny the fact that she looks as if she is meant to be the first prince's bride.

"You look beautiful." Heeseung's compliment surprises, as does the sincerity in his voice.

Elora has no idea what to feel. Does she feel flustered? Angry? She is still mad at him, but the way he is gazing at her makes it harder for her anger towards him to persist.

"I'm sorry." His voice comes out soft, and oddly enough, her heart clenches at his sorrowful tone. "I didn’t mean to hurt you. I lost control."

"Don't apologise." Elora says curtly, briefly looking away from his eyes, which seem enthralling. "Killing is in your nature. Besides, we're enemies. We're bound to kill each other one way or another."

Elora gasps softly as he pulls her closer to him, causing her breasts to hit his chest. His arm around her waist tightens while he leans down to her face, looking ever so serious. "You may be my enemy, but at the end of the day, you're still my bride. You're my responsibility now, whether you like it or not."

"Do you truly believe that I will still remain your bride after retrieving the crystal heart of Oceania? To which I'll be betraying my people?" Elora whispers to him harshly.

"Yes, you will." Heeseung speaks beside her ear, sounding lethally soft, and his breath tickles the shell of her earlobe. "I don't intend to let you slip from my fingers, Mia Cara."

Heeseung places a kiss on her temple, his display of affection draws attention from the nobles in their vicinity, while Elora is rendered speechless by his gesture. She stares at him numbly as he grabs her hand gently, raising it to place a kiss on her knuckles while maintaining eye contact with her.

"Why are you doing this?" She asks in a whisper.

Heeseung unfurls a soft smirk, still not letting go of her hand. "Because if it's not made clear to you yet, you belong to me now, Mia Cara."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

After dancing with Heeseung, Elora excuses herself as she needs to take a breather. Whatever Heeseung said to her has her mind in a frenzy, and she knows that it isn’t a good thing. Just a day ago, he seemed disgruntled by the fact that they would be tying knots, but earlier, he looked different. It was almost as if he truly wanted her with the way he gazed at her.

Elora has been mindlessly walking, not realising that she has reached a secluded, far end where there is an opened balcony that oversees the empire, where a certain prince is taking a breather as well.

"Oh." Elora halts her steps, staring at him as he leans his body forward with his elbows resting on the balustrade. She meets his eyes. "Shouldn’t you be back there to entertain and, you know, show your royal face to them?" She asks awkwardly.

Jake simply shoots her a lazy grin. "Nah. Those aren’t my scenes, actually. I'd rather be alone in my thoughts."

It's peculiar. Elora initially perceived him as the exuberant prince with an annoying personality and a chattery mouth, but now he looks different than he usually does. There is a certain ambience exuding from him that makes her relax when she shouldn’t be lowering her guards.

"You're welcome to join me." Jake says after discerning her hesitancy. He gives her a boyish grin that sends a flutter into her heart. "I don't bite."

"Funny, because you did bite me the first time." Elora rolls her eyes, but nonetheless, she settles next to him, gazing out at the empire that looks rather beautiful under the moonlight.

"Good point."

Elora steals a glance at his face, and this time, her head begins to throb upon feeling a sense of familiarity with him. "Why does the royal court desire the crystal heart of Oceania?" She finds herself asking him the question that has been lingering in her mind.

"There are numerous reasons why they desire it." Jake indulges her while still not tearing his gaze away from the empire. "Some believed that the crystal heart would grant them unlimited power, while others believed that with the raw power flowing through their veins after obtaining the crystal heart, they would have the ability to resurrect their beloved ones." A faint chuckle leaves his lips. "Actually, I've heard lots of stuff about different kinds of powers of the crystal heart, but I'm too lazy to go into the details."

"And what do you believe?" Elora is intrigued to know his thoughts. Whatever he said is true, but she isn’t going to affirm it.

Jake shifts his eyes to hers, the grin on his lips flattening. "I believe that we can't be too greedy." His answer surprises her as she blinks her eyes. "The vampire species have long since evolved, now having other magical abilities. So I don't see a reason why we need more power. Besides, there's a saying that with great power comes great responsibility."

Elora listens to him attentively as he continues. "So I believe that if we successfully acquire the crystal heart, we might get fucked. No species should be granted such unlimited power unless they're gods or goddesses." He scoffs out. "It will also potentially cause harm to the balance of our realm."

"Wow." Elora expresses her surprise and admiration for the prince. Her eyes glimmer with an emotion that he is unfamiliar with. "I didn’t expect you to feel that way as well."

"Impressed, love?" Jake unfurls a grin, and the endearment slips past his mouth naturally. "Besides, the seven of us are hybrids, so if we took that power, we would be wrecking havoc. Surely, you've already seen firsthand how Sunoo and Heeseung lost control."

"Speaking of hybrids, what type of hybrid are you?" Elora asks as she unconsciously moves closer to him. "I already know that Sunoo is a Fae and Jungwon may be a shape-shifting snake, but I don't know the rest of yours."

Jake's grin remains on his lips as he raises his hand, and with a small movement of his fingers, they seem to illuminate before fire appears magically from the tips of his fingers.

"Pyrokinesis is your ability?" Elora stares at the fire in awe. "So you're like, what? You can burst into flames or something?"

"It is one of my many abilities, but healing and regeneration are my strongest suits." Jake explains, though it doesn’t suffice to answer her question. "No one knows about my healing and regeneration abilities, by the way."

"Why? Don't you trust your siblings? Or even the king and queen?"

Something flickers in his gaze. "It's complicated." He heaves a sigh. "I don't know why I'm even telling you this, but I need your word that you won't tell a single soul about this."

Elora nods her head. "You have my word."

Jake bites down his bottom lip as he looks away momentarily from her eyes before sighing once more. "They don't exactly know what type of hybrid I am. Since I have been granted the ability to shapeshift into anything, they believed that I'm a kitsune after I had shown them."

"I see." Elora stares at him in awe. "So, can you shape shift into your kitsune form now?"

"In your dreams, love." He surprises her by flickering her forehead, causing her to scowl at him. With a grin, he offers her his arm. "Come on. You still haven’t danced with me yet."

Perhaps after having a deep conversation with him, something seems to shift in her feelings towards him. And so, without any objection, she loops her arm around his before they make their way back to the ballroom.

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POV inspired by these headcanons you did for me (which I adored, and often reread, thank you very much!)

You’re a poor Victorian Artist/Writer/Musician trying to make your way in a cutthroat world, you finished a humble showing of your work when you meet a (terribly handsome) stranger who is oh so supportive of you and shows so much interest in you your work.

Cut to approx. 100 years later, you’re happily mates to said handsome stranger, you continue to create, you’ve well outlived your contemporary rivals and critics, and you’re loving life when you hear a new book about you is being released.

Imagine your horror when you find out some pesky human historian discovered either letters written by you, sent to a trusted friend who apparently kept them after your ‘mysterious disappearance’ or worse yet, your own diary, which was tossed carelessly into the back of an antique wardrobe or under a floorboard in your haste to leave that life behind to start your new one.

While thankfully nothing supernatural was ever mention, the whole world, including but not limited to all those in the Palazzo, your in-laws and your now-husband get to read you gushing like a besotted teenager about how handsome and eloquent you thought he was upon your very first meeting, all the lovely things he said, and all you wild human feelings. No matter how cool you played it face-to-face, it’s clear you were smitten from the start. (You also may or may not have confessed to using them as a muse before being properly acquainted, someone’s likeness may have appeared in a sketch, someone’s words may appear in a poem, someone’s voice may have inspired a small composition, etc)

While most of the guard won’t see it as their place to speak on it (except maybe Corin, whether she is now your niece or step-daughter you won’t get past her unscathed) your brothers and sister(s)-in-law are more than happy to tease you, and your mate walks around with a hint more smugness than usual. Maybe you can all laugh at the authors seemingly wild theory that you did not, in fact, ‘die mysteriously’ but ran off with your ‘Italian Lover’ and changed your name being surprisingly accurate, tho thankfully missing any supernatural elements.

My reaction, personally? “I’m gonna go find my empty grave a roll around in it for a bit if it’s all the same to you,”

Well friend, I find this scenario highly plausible.

Seeing as though The Volturi are patrons of the arts they must have had a hand in a lot of creative ventures through the ages. I fully believe the royals have sponsored many an artist, probably has invited them to Volterra back in the day as well. These days they can operate more comfortably in the shadows, but back then? They had to have some interactions with the humans.

Honestly? I can only imagine how many poems, paintings and compositions are dedicated to Demetri at this point in time; with or without a mate to call his own.

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I've always said that my paintings are an absolutely different experience in person. Now is your chance to see "As The Caged Bird Sings," my dedication to Deanne Hastings, at Adelman Fine Art.

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Footnotes - Part 2

[80] Graham Kemp and Douglas P. Fry (eds.), Keeping the Peace: Conflict Resolution and Peaceful Societies around the World, New York: Routledge, 2004, p. 163.

[81] All quotes and statistics on the Navajo come from Dennis Sullivan and Larry Tifft, Restorative Justice: Healing the Foundations of Our Everyday Lives, Monsey, NY: Willow Tree Press, 2001, pp. 53–59.

[82] www.harmfreezone.org (viewed November 24, 2006)

[83] Philly’s Pissed, www.phillyspissed.net [Viewed May 20, 2008]

[84] George R. Edison, MD, “The Drug Laws: Are They Effective and Safe?” The Journal of the American Medial Association. Vol. 239 No.24, June 16, 1978. A.W. MacLeod, Recidivism: a Deficiency Disease, Philadelphia: University of Pennsylvania Press, 1965.

[85] Jamie Bissonette, When the Prisoners Ran Walpole: A True Story in the Movement for Prison Abolition, Cambridge: South End Press, 2008, p. 201. Also consider the stories of John Boone and other bureaucrats presented in this story.

[86] Some mainstream sources still contest that the Makhnovists were behind anti-Semitic pogroms in Ukraine. In Nestor Makhno, Anarchy’s Cossack, Alexandre Skirda traces this claim to its roots in anti-Makhno propaganda, while citing unfriendly contemporary sources who acknowledged that the Makhnovists were the only military units not carrying out pogroms. He also references propaganda put out by the Makhnovists attacking anti-Semitism as a tool of the aristocracy, Jewish militias that fought among the Makhnovists, and actions against pogromists personally carried out by Makhno.

[87] Paul Avrich, The Russian Anarchists, Oakland: AK Press, 2005, p. 218.

[88] Makhno hoped that Lenin and Trotsky were motivated by a personal vendetta against him rather than an absolute desire to crush the free soviets, and would call off the repression if he left.

[89] Alexandre Skirda, Nestor Makhno, Anarchy’s Cossack: The Struggle for Free Soviets in the Ukraine 1917–1921, London: AK Press, 2005, p. 314.

[90] Amy Goodman, “Lakota Indians Declare Sovereignty from US Government,” Democracy Now!, December 26, 2007.

[91] From an anonymous illustrated pamphlet, “The ‘Oka Crisis’ ”

[92] Oscar Olivera, Cochabamba! Water War in Bolivia, Cambridge: South End Press, 2004.

[93] George Katsiaficas, The Subversion of Politics: European Autonomous Social Movements and the Decolonization of Everyday Life. Oakland: AK Press, 2006, p. 123

[94] Jaime Semprun, Apología por la Insurrección Argelina, Bilbao: Muturreko Burutazioak, 2002, p.34 (translated from French to Spanish by Javier Rodriguez Hidalgo; the translation to English is my own). The quotes in the next paragraphs are from p.18 and p.20.

[95] Jaime Semprun, Apología por la Insurrección Argelina, Bilbao: Muturreko Burutazioak, 2002, pp.73–74 (translated from French to Spanish by Javier Rodriguez Hidalgo; the translation to English is my own).

[96] Ditto, p.80 . Regarding the fourth point, in contrast to Western society and its various forms of pacifism, the peacefulness of the movement in Algeria does not preclude self-defense or even armed uprising, as evidenced by the preceding point regarding the martyrs. Rather, peacefulness indicates a preference for peaceful and consensual outcomes over coercion and arbitrary authority.

[97] Ditto, p.26.

[98] George Orwell, Homage to Catalonia, London: Martin Secker & Warburg Ltd., 1938, pp.26–28.

[99] There were 40,000 armed anarchist militants in Barcelona and the surrounding region alone. The Catalan government would have been effectively abolished had the CNT simply ignored it, rather than entering into negotiations. Stuart Christie, We, the Anarchists! A study of the Iberian Anarchist Federation (FAI) 1927–1937, Hastings, UK: The Meltzer Press, 2000, p. 106.

[100] Ditto, p. 101

[101] John Jordan and Jennifer Whitney, Que Se Vayan Todos: Argentina’s Popular Rebellion, Montreal: Kersplebedeb, 2003, p. 56.

[102] Natasha Gordon and Paul Chatterton, Taking Back Control: A Journey through Argentina’s Popular Uprising, Leeds (UK): University of Leeds, 2004.

[103] John Jordan and Jennifer Whitney, Que Se Vayan Todos: Argentina’s Popular Rebellion, Montreal: Kersplebedeb, 2003, p. 9.

[104] George Katsiaficas, “Comparing the Paris Commune and the Kwangju Uprising,” www.eroseffect.com. That the resistance was “well-organized” comes from a report from the conservative Heritage Foundation, Daryl M. Plunk’s “South Korea’s Kwangju Incident Revisited,” The Heritage Foundation, No. 35, September 16, 1985.

[105] Goods produced in environmentally friendly ways, by workers who receive a living wage in healthier labor conditions.

[106] Sam Dolgoff, The Anarchist Collectives, New York: Free Life Editions, 1974, p. 71.

[107] David Graeber, Fragments of an Anarchist Anthropology, Chicago: Prickly Paradigm Press, 2004, pp. 54–55.

[108] John Jordan and Jennifer Whitney, Que Se Vayan Todos: Argentina’s Popular Rebellion, Montreal: Kersplebedeb, 2003, pp. 42–52.

[109] Ditto, pp. 43–44.

[110] Diana Denham and C.A.S.A. Collective (eds.), Teaching Rebellion: Stories from the Grassroots Mobilization in Oaxaca, Oakland: PM Press, 2008, interview with Yescka.

[111] Ditto, interview with Leyla.

[112] “Longo Maï,” Buiten de Orde, Summer 2008, p.38. My own translation.

[113] Natasha Gordon and Paul Chatterton, Taking Back Control: A Journey through Argentina’s Popular Uprising, Leeds (UK): University of Leeds, 2004.

[114] For those who cannot read French or Spanish, in 2004 Firestarter Press put out a good zine about this insurrection, called “You Cannot Kill Us, We Are Already Dead.” Algeria’s Ongoing Popular Uprising.

[115] Paul Avrich, The Russian Anarchists, Oakland: AK Press, p. 212–213.

[116] Harold Barclay, People Without Government: An Anthropology of Anarchy, London: Kahn and Averill, 1982, p. 57.

[117] “Pirate Utopias,” Do or Die, No. 8, 1999, pp. 63–78.

[118] To name just one example, “humanitarian” UN missions have been caught repeatedly setting up sex trafficking rings in the countries where they are stationed for peacekeeping. “But the problem goes beyond Kosovo and sex trafficking. Wherever the UN has established operations in recent years, various violations of women seem to follow.” Michael J. Jordan, “Sex Charges haunt UN forces,” Christian Science Monitor, 26 November 2004. What the mainstream press cannot go so far as to admit is that this reality is universal to militaries, whether they wear blue helmets or not.

[119] “About RAWA,” www.rawa.org Viewed June 22, 2007

[120] See the citation of van der Dennen and Rappaport in Chapter 1.

[121] Harold Barclay, People Without Government: An Anthropology of Anarchy, London: Kahn and Averill, 1982, p. 122.

[122] Haudennosaunne oral traditions always maintained this early date, but racist white anthropologists discounted this claim and estimated the league began in the 1500s. Some even hypothesized that the Five Nations constitution was written with European help. But recent archaeological evidence and the record of a coinciding solar eclipse backed up the oral histories, proving that the federation was their own invention. Wikipedia, “The Iroquois League,” http: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iroquois_League Viewed 22 June 2007

[123] Stephen Arthur, “Where License Reigns With All Impunity:” An Anarchist Study of the Rotinonshón:ni Polity,” Northeastern Anarchist No. 12, Winter 2007 nefac.net

[124] See, for example, Dmitri M. Bondarenko and Andrey V. Korotayev, Civilizational Models of Politogenesis, Moscow: Russian Academy of Sciences, 2000.

[125] The argument that certain societies were able to take over the world because of geographic conditions rather than any inherent superiority is skillfully presented by Jared Diamond in Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies. New York: W.W. Norton, 1997.

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