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queersatanic · 1 year

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After looking at all the evidence and considering things , i decided to forgo becoming an official member of The Satanic Temple, but i still closely relate to and appreciate their values and tenets. In your opinion, is it morally sound for me to use these tenets as a guiding tool in my life and also consume media from people supporting them (buying books for information, watching videos, etc.)? I'm not considering myself a member, but i am heavily influenced.

Short answer: No, you should not.

The Seven Tenets are the intellectual property of a shit organization owned by shit people who do shit things, and you should not support them.

If you are drawn to the idea of specifically Satanic moral guidance, give the Global Order of Satan's six pillars a gander.

Long answer going into more about the intellectual property stuff below.

First of all, the Seven Tenets aren’t really anything special.

You can see in their history how the different things The Satanic Temple has been has shaped what now are the “Seven Fundamental Tenets”, and like lots of things, the fact that Cevin Soling and Doug Misicko control what TST is and ever will be is a fatal flaw that can’t be got around.

This latest version of the tenets aren’t necessarily bad, and if they weren’t proprietary intellectual property of two specific men, you would want to have various local chapters/congregations come together to revise them collectively every so often to—by consensus—create principles that spoke to the people actually involved and doing the work.

In another world, in a better version of TST that recognized it had become more than a prank documentary and stumbled into a genuine religious movement, and rather than trying to enclose as much of the commons as possible and profit as much as possible, the founders could actually have stepped aside and created a federation more like the Quakers/Society of Friends to grow beyond their control.

But we live in this world instead.

The Seven Tenets of The Satanic Temple.

Type of Work: Text

Registration Number / Date: TXu002170560 / 2019-10-24

Application Title: The Seven Tenets of The Satanic Temple.

Title: The Seven Tenets of The Satanic Temple.

Description: Electronic file (eService)

Date of Creation: 2013

Authorship on Application: The Satanic Temple, employer for hire; Domicile: United States; Citizenship: United States. Authorship: text. Rights and Permissions: The Satanic Temple, 64 Bridge Street, SALEM, MA, 01970, United States

Names: The Satanic Temple

Now, it’s not clear whether they mean the for-profit corporation or the tax-exempt church here.

It's probably the for-profit because most TST stuff is registered under United Federation of Churches LLC dba “ ‘The Satanic Temple’ ”.

However, the above entry is registered only as “The Satanic Temple”, full stop, which was also the previous name of the church before they renamed it “The Satanic Temple, Inc.” and still appears on lots of documents that way.

Along with the use of pseudonyms on official documents and other instances of perjury, it ought to be a red flag to supporters of TST about the two owners and their business practices but so far largely hasn’t been.

"Oh, all religions do this."

We can assure you they do not, and it's not just some box they needed to check. Per Joseph Rose of the Hail Satan Podcast, The Satanic Temple threatened to sue him over him selling something with the Seven Tenets on them. Forget which episode.

But imagine the Catholic Church suing someone over selling a pamphlet with the Nicene Creed or Ten Commandments. It's ludicrous, but TST is, among other things, a for-profit corporation and its owners want their money.

#seven tenets #the satanic temple #satanism #satanic #global order of satan #six pillars #ask me anons #united federation of churches llc #the satanic temple inc #cevin soling #doug misicko

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dertaglichedan · 4 months

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Game change? Rand Paul just made his 2024 announcement regarding Nikki Haley…

This morning, Dr. Rand Paul set the political scene ablaze, especially for Nikki Haley. With his “non-endorsement” for the 2024 primary and a pledge to oppose Haley, he’s fueling the #NeverNikki movement, and the internet can’t get enough!

While Dr. Paul has respect for several 2024 candidates, Nikki Haley isn’t one of them. Rather than endorsing a single candidate, Senator Paul chose to use his influence to spotlight what he sees as the horrific impact of Haley’s political career. Senator Rand Paul took to X and created a savage thread that called out Nikki for the warmongering globalist she is:

I’ve been watching the GOP Primary closely for a while now, and I like various aspects of several candidates – Republicans like President @realDonaldTrump, Governor @RonDeSantis, and @VivekGRamaswy. I’m interested in the ideas of some independents too, such as @RobertKennedyJ. As I look over the field, I don’t think I yet have a first choice, but I do know one thing: count me in as #NeverNikki! ased on her record and campaign, I don’t see how any thoughtful or informed libertarian or conservative should vote for @NikkiHaley. If you agree, let your voice be heard. Go to nevernikki.net today so we can let her and everyone else know she doesn’t have your support. If you’re unsure, keep reading and following. https://nevernikki.net/ .@NikkiHaley supports Biden and McConnell and the forever-war crowd on funding for the war in Ukraine. Her thirst for war is so strong she actually said: “I’m sick of talking about a Department of Defense. I want a Department of Offense.” #NeverNikki She even personally received millions of dollars from the arms merchants who benefit from the war, a conflict of interest that undergirds her eagerness for foreign military intervention. This position isn’t new either – as governor of South Carolina she gave tax dollars to those same arms merchants, and they showered her with campaign contributions and a seat on their board when she left office. https://nevernikki.net/ While most others were decrying the mistakes of the past 20 years, and fighting for an America First foreign policy, @NikkiHaley was aligning herself with and declaring her foreign policy allies to be John McCain and Lindsey Graham. .@NikkiHaley believes in nearly unlimited foreign aid — we have sent over $100 BILLION we don’t have to Ukraine already and she wants more. But this also isn’t new. In her book With All Due Respect, she wrote “Humanitarian Assistance will always be a priority for the United States, we will always be generous.” But @NikkiHaley’s “generosity” with your tax dollars and her support for all foreign aid in the context of a $34 TRILLION dollar debt is in no way libertarian or conservative. https://nevernikki.net/ Beyond the issues of endless wars, @NikkiHaley’s lack of respect for freedom of speech is shocking to anyone who believes in the constitution. .@NikkiHaley believes that all internet posters should be registered and verified. This flies in the face of a free American Republic whose founders wrote anonymously the Federalist Papers and routinely posted newspaper articles and pamphlets under Pseudonyms. Anyone who doesn’t fully believe in free speech or who wants endless wars has no business anywhere near the White House. Go to https://nevernikki.net/ to show you agree! But wait, there’s more. @NikkiHaley routinely praised the mission of the United Nations, the results they achieved, and the people who ran it. First up, her quote “I believe the U.N. does valuable work.” By that she means your tax dollars since the US is the primary funder of UN. She repeatedly praised the U.N. Secretary General (former president of Socialist International) and declared that they “think alike.” Did I mention that I am #NeverNikki? ➡️

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qqueenofhades · 3 years

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It's so good to have you back! I actually went and got myself a tumblr account in the meantime, so now I can properly follow you instead of just lurking anonymously 😄 Don't have an actual prompt for you, although I saw that you've been watching shadow and bone, and I'd certainly love to read anything you write about those guys if you happen to feel like it 😇 In any case, welcome back, and it's great to hear that things are looking up for you ❤

Haha, thanks! Since you didn’t specify a prompt, and because people seem very excited about this Helnik modern AU that is, to nobody’s surprise, becoming a full-length fic, I will give you an excerpt from chapter one for Important Reasons.

Nina boots up the secured OS, opens Tor, and navigates to a secured messaging site, accessed via a one-time key that will deactivate when used (another one of Jesper’s inventions) and randomly generate a new encryption code that she has to access elsewhere. The Crows have gotten very good at not putting all their eggs in one basket, but when you run a successful grey-hat hacktivist collective that has made a specialty out of pissing off powerful people (including in this very country), it’s a necessary fact of life. There are five of them: Nina herself, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, and the boss, Kaz Brekker. It took a long time for them to reveal real names; for the first few years, they communicated only under pseudonyms. Nina is “Heartrender.” Inej is “Wraith.” Jesper is “Sharpshooter,” and Wylan is “Runaway.” As for Kaz, their mysterious, mercurial man-in-charge who was teaching himself C#, Java, and VBScript at twelve, running Nazi-doxxing ops with Anonymous and Bellingcat at sixteen, and establishing himself as the head of his own feared gang of cyber-criminals at eighteen, he’s “Dirtyhands” or sometimes simply “The Bastard.” The epithet is apt. You don’t survive in this life by making friends or trusting your enemies, and Kaz has a knack for not doing either. Not that Nina’s about to complain. God knows, especially now, she could use a little ruthlessness.

She signs onto the Crows’ dedicated chat channel and sends an innocuous-looking phrase about bad weather which actually means, “I am in deep shit and need to talk to someone right now.” Then she waits, staring at the screen, wondering how long it’ll take to be answered. Kaz and Inej are currently based in Amsterdam, an hour behind, which isn’t too bad. They’re probably awake, not least since neither of them keep a remotely standard schedule, but there are any number of other things they could be doing, most of which are flagrantly illegal. But it’s only ten minutes or so until Nina’s notifications ping, and a message pops up:

Wraith: I’ll call you. Give me a couple min.

Heartrender: Primary phone got snatched. Use burner.

Wraith: Oh shit. Nvm. Calling now.

With that, it’s no more than a few seconds until Nina’s burner phone starts buzzing, she fumbles a little as she grabs it, and tucks it under her ear. “Inej?”

“Nina?” Her best friend sounds understandably worried. “Are you all right? What’s going on?”

“I – ” Nina’s relatively sure that the FSB doesn’t have a fix on this crappy throwaway phone, since she changes the SIM card every month, gets a new number, and otherwise does her best to make sure they don’t, but deeply ingrained habits are not easily shaken. She shoots a glance at the door, making sure her parents aren’t listening. Finally, having been assured that this call is as free of outside interference as can ever be assured in the modern world, she says, “I got busted last night. Big time. They meant business.” There’s a quaver in her voice. She chokes it down.

“Oh Nina, no. Did they hurt you?”

“No, but they – like I said, they were not screwing around. They openly threatened to send me to IK-2 if I kept doing my stuff, and – I’m not giving up. You know I’m not. But it might… it might be time to get out of Russia for a while.”

“Where are you now? Are you safe?”

“At my parents’ house. My backup gear is here. But there’s no way I can work here. They don’t know the half of it, and if they did, they would hit the roof. I don’t have anywhere else I can think of, and…” Nina trails off. “Is there any way I can come to Amsterdam with you?”

“I don’t know.” Inej is clearly thinking hard. “The Crows aren’t exactly a registered company that can offer you a work visa. Kaz is Dutch, obviously, but he could probably only sponsor you for permanent settlement if he married you, and I doubt you want that – ”

“I doubt you want it either – ”

“I have right to remain, at least until Brexit goes through,” Inej says, evidently deciding to power right on past that comment and pretend she didn’t hear it. She and Kaz might be living together, and obviously devoted to each other, but they’re still not yet at the “actual relationship” stage of things, and for all Nina knows, they might never be. “Unless – wait.”

“What?”

“I was joking about Kaz marrying you,” Inej says slowly. “But what if it’s not such a bad idea?”

“What? No. I am not marrying Kaz!”

“Not him,” Inej says. “Someone else. Someone with a non-Russian passport who could theoretically get you out of there. It would be hard, and we’d have to do some work to make the relationship look real, but Jesper could help with whatever we needed forged. Have we ever mentioned Matthias Helvar to you?”

“Matthias who?”

“I’ll take that as a no. He’s another one of Kaz’s… contacts. Norwegian. We helped him get out of jail a year ago, and he owes us a big favor. He’s also stupidly honorable, unattached, and probably pathologically unable to resist helping a lady in distress.” To Nina’s horror or her hope, Inej sounds like she is actually considering this. “If he married you, he might – ”

“If he what? He was in jail?” Nina is aghast. “So he’s a criminal?”

“You know,” Inej says, bone-dry. “We’re all criminals.”

“Yes, but if he was in jail, that means he got caught, and that means he’s a stupid criminal. I could marry a criminal, but I draw the line at a stupid criminal.”

“He wasn’t – it was complicated.” Inej’s tone portends a very long story they definitely do not have time to get into. “Anyway, Kaz helped get him out, and he lives in Oslo now. You could do a lot worse than Norwegian spousal citizenship.”

“This is insane,” Nina says weakly. “Is he ugly? He must be ugly.”

“Really.” Despite the gravity of the situation, Inej is definitely trying not to laugh. “That’s your objection? For the record, no. He’s not ugly. He’s just your type.”

“Oh. Oh, like that’s any better. He can’t possibly be my type. Inej – ”

“Look,” Inej interrupts. “Do you want to get arrested or not?”

“No,” Nina says meekly. “No, I really don’t.”

“So should I ask him?”

This is nuts. This is nuts this is nuts this is nuts this is nuts. Especially since Nina genuinely is starting to play the idea around in her head. Just for a moment. That’s all.

“Maybe,” she says, after a very long pause. “But I am not necessarily agreeing to this.”

“Of course not.” Inej sounds annoyingly smug. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

#fic prompts #helnik #modern au #mykingdomcomeundone #ask

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ratisnotcrying · 3 years

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summary: Martin’s written poetry for as long as he can remember - he thinks the first poem he wrote was in year one, probably with some questionable rhyming and no actual link to whatever the task even was, but he had enjoyed it, a lot, and had entered every poetry competition (under a pseudonym) right up until sixth form.

Then, in year twelve, one of his teachers had lent him a photography guide and Martin became obsessed with the idea of taking pictures to go with his poetry.

prompt: ‘camera’ from creativepromptsforwriting

pairings: jonmartin

warnings: the lonely (entity), hurt/comfort, but otherwise i think it’s just fluff

word count: 1.4K

a/n: this is cross posted on ao3 and I thin this is rly ooc - its defo outside my comfort zone and im pretty sure i hate it bUt… i also have tpp on the brain and some of jons lines sounded a bit like juno??

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Martin’s written poetry for as long as he can remember - he thinks the first poem he wrote was in year one, probably with some questionable rhyming and no actual link to whatever the task even was, but he had enjoyed it, a lot, and had entered every poetry competition (under a pseudonym) right up until sixth form.

Then, in year twelve, one of his teachers had lent him a photography guide and Martin became obsessed with the idea of taking pictures to go with his poetry. He would have liked to stay and learn photography, but his life was flipped on its head and he had to drop out. So he did the next best thing: he got a disposable camera and took pictures in his neighbourhood.

It was an… adequate solution - he could take the pictures when he had to walk to the shops or had to wait for his mother somewhere, and he could nip into Boots to get them developed when he was in town. In the few years between dropping out of sixth form and joining the Institute, though, he didn't have much chance to write, let alone have time for photography.

By some miracle, having a stable, full time job changed that because just after he got his first payslip, Martin found a vintage polaroid camera in a heart foundation shop not far from his house - it was quite dear, especially considering that he had to find the right parts, but it gave him the kick he needed to start taking more photographs (trying to get his money’s worth and all that).

He started off taking pictures on his way to and from work. He kept a small notebook with him all the time and tucked the polaroids in between the pages (to stick in at a later date) and would write his poems on the corresponding pages. He had briefly entertained the idea of taking a few pictures inside the institute, though he quickly decided against it - Jon would no doubt have been angry, and Elias seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

His next venture was more nature based and he took to spending most of his time in various national trust parks and gardens with his camera and notebook, though it was at this point that most of his poetry was touched with elements of his feelings for Jon. And various horrors he read about in the archives. It was a weird time.

It had become such a habit, carrying the camera everywhere he went, that it was no surprise that he ended up with more than a few pictures of him, Tim and Sasha together, though these went in a little photo album rather than his notebook.

Sasha and Tim would tease him about his hobby - not in a malicious way, mind you, and, in fact, it turned out alright for Martin in the end because Sasha had nicked his camera once, when they were all at Tim's and took one of Martin's favourite pictures.

He and Jon had been in a not-so-heated debate about something - he can't remember what anymore - and they had completely forgotten that Tim and Sasha were even there until the camera flashed from over the coffee table and the pair of them had started cackling at the absolute horror on Jon’s face. He had tried to tell them off, but their laughter was infectious and he hadn’t been able to keep a straight face for long enough.

Sasha had given the picture to Martin and told him to put it in his photo album, and Tim had joked he should mark this momentous occasion - “the first and only time a picture of the elusive archivist has ever been taken.”

It was a lovely picture. Jon wasn't scowling at him, which was a nice change, and it was clear as day how utterly besotted Martin was - all soft smiles and heart eyes. He had intended to stick it in his photo album, really, but he decided against it - something about it capturing his feelings so plainly made him want to hide it away.

So he put it in his wallet. Maybe it was a bit weird, but it's not like anyone knew he had it or anything, and likely no one would ever need to know it was there. It wasn’t until a week later he decided to get some double-sided tape and paper to stick a poem to the back.

Wish

I wish that you didn't have to know, I wish that my thoughts would slow, I wish that you would see, How much you mean to me.

~~~

It wasn't until he and Jon were safely tucked away in Scotland that Martin was reminded of the polaroid in his wallet.

“Martin, I’m going to the shop. Do you have any cash?”

“Should do - have a look in my wallet. I think it’s on the coffee table.” Martin called back from the kitchen.

There was silence for a moment and Martin went back to the washing up.

“Martin?” Jon said, the vaguest hint of laughter in his voice. “What’s this?”

Martin lifted soapy hands out the sink and used the back of his hand to push his glasses up before turning around. Jon was standing in the doorway holding up a polaroid. The polaroid. Fuck.

“Uhh…”

They both stood there for a moment. Martin was convinced he was actually about to die of embarrassment.

“Sorry? I didn’t- I wasn’t trying to be weird or anything, I just-”

“Martin, it’s alright. It’s… actually kind of sweet.”

“You think? I mean, I thought it was weird when it was taken. I never thought it would be sweet, I mean, who keeps pictures in their wallet anyway? I don’t-”

“Yes, Martin, I think it’s sweet. Now, do you need anything from the shop?”

~~~

A few nights later, Martin couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep most nights, but this was a bad one, one that found him sitting on the little bench outside in his thin pajamas for most of the night. He stared blankly into the horizon, barely registering the sun rising in muted orange through the thick fog that had wrapped around him.

Martin had never been one to indulge, but since his time with Peter he allowed himself this one luxury. Being here, alone… there was cold comfort in it, a tender stiffness settling in his bones, keeping him firmly in this place - he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be here, but it was familiar; it was safe insofar as he could navigate it.

He startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder, which was soon replaced with a blanket.

“It’s cold, Martin. Come inside?”

Martin hummed noncommittally, slowly becoming aware of how the stiffness was actually near painful, the cold comfort was not comfortable, just deceptive, and he couldn't completely tell where the empty landscape ended and he began. Except it wasn’t empty. It wasn’t empty because Jon was there, perched sideways on his lap and half wrapped in the ratty old blanket that had been on Daisy’s sofa when they arrived. Because it was freezing and Jon’s fingertips and lips were already turning a funny grey shade.

He swallowed, throat dry, “Sometimes I think that I'll wake up and you won't be here. Not… not because you don't want to be, more because I still don't know what I did to deserve this. I can’t tell if this is real.”

“You don’t have to earn this, Martin,” Jon frowned, brushing dew-soaked curls from Martin’s forehead, “You’re allowed to be happy,

Martin didn’t seem to hear him, eyes drifting in and out of focus on something neither of them could quite see, “I- We don’t even really know each other, Jon.”

“We have time, Martin, we can learn. For example, I know how to make your tea properly now - it’s very complicated but I know it’s important to you.”

Martin laughed shakily at how proud Jon sounded of himself, and absently started rubbing Jon’s hands between his own to try and warm them up.

“I wish that you would see, how much you mean to me, Martin.” It was Jon’s turn to laugh now, Martin’s cold-kissed cheeks burning up with an embarrassed blush.

“You’re shivering, come on, I’ll make tea.”

#jonmartin #jon sims #the magnus archives #tma #tma spoilers #a bit #scottish safehouse period #the lonely #a smidge #canon typical tea?#hurt/comfort #fluff??#lmk if i need to tag anything else

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alexandertash-blog · 5 years

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(HALE APPLEMAN. CISMALE. HE/HIM. THIRTY-ONE.) Hey, is that ALEXANDER TASH? I heard they’ve been in Salem for TWO YEARS and they’re working as a RADIO JOURNALIST. Last I spoke to ‘em they were pretty +INSIGHTFUL & PERSISTENT, but I hear they can be -PARANOID & SELF-CENTERED too. (tara, 28, she/her, est.)

CLOUDS OF CIGARETTE SMOKE; OBSERVATIONS SCRIBBLED ON SCRAPS OF PAPER; FINGERS RUNNING THROUGH TANGLED HAIR; A VOICE ECHOING IN A COLD, DARK ROOM; A WELL-WORN DECK OF TAROT CARDS

Hey, hi, hello! I’m Tara, and I’m so excited to be a part of this group. I don’t use fancy tags or too much formatting because I’m lazy -- but, like, what my posts lack in aesthetic charm I like to think that they make up for in at least passably decent substance? Here’s hoping!

Anyway, here’s my intro post for Alexander; some basic information can be found below the cut.

a pre-emptive TLDR; Alexander is an outwardly friendly man who likes talking to people (and, by extension, learning information and rumors), and he hosts a radio show every night under the pseudonym Asher Wilde to provide news and entertainment for the town. However, he’s a hard nut to crack in terms of actually getting to know him because he keeps his personal life to himself, and he finds it difficult to trust others’ good intentions. He practices witchcraft independently of any coven, for a mixture of purposes.

A lengthier explanation is below, if you want to read more details! I mostly wrote it out for my own benefit, lmao.

Background:

Alexander Tash was originally from a small town in Illinois. He was the youngest of six siblings and pretty much learned to keep his head down, especially because his parents were extremely conservative and he didn’t exactly fit their idea of an ideal midwestern son. He was too talkative and curious, and he was never the picture of heterosexual masculinity, which made him an easy target for ridicule, especially from his older brothers. The sibling nearest to him in age was close to him, but other than that, Alexander doesn’t keep in contact with his family.

He ditched town as soon as he earned a scholarship to study at a public university in Chicago. He majored in art history, but it was working a part time job at the school’s radio station that he really wound up enjoying, because he realized the power that an on-air microphone could provide. He didn’t bother changing majors at that point, but his voice became a nightly staple of the station, as well as at university events.

His popularity at university blossomed because of this, and Alexander ended up being pulled into a large circle of friends. He was swept up in this at first - but eventually learned that they were using him (and his radio platform) to promote their own self-interests. He finally realized that didn’t really matter - he got the best scoops of info from them that he could then turn around and investigate further to broadcast the next day.

After graduating, he worked a series of part-time jobs in downtown Chicago - a bartender, a personal shopper, a florist’s assistant - to pay the rent for his studio apartment while also doing part-time research for the art institute. It was absolutely miserable.

Alexander moved to Salem by a stroke of luck when their radio station sent an online call out for audition tapes from would-be broadcasters. When they offered him the job, he came to Massachusetts specifically for the chance to be on air again.

He lives in an old house that’s been converted into separate apartments, and he doesn’t have a car, so he either walks, bikes, or takes public transportation. You’ll usually find him out and about in town, except for in the evenings, when he works.

Profession:

He runs radio channel Salem 104.3 fm. The network management that owns this particular station has four or five other channels in town as well that all work in the same office building, and Alexander talked them into letting him do pretty much whatever he wants on 104.3.

He pre-sets a playlist of music for day and is only physically in the office from 5-10 p.m. He hosts a local news broadcast at 5 p.m. every day, followed by an informal talk show of sorts where he sometimes calls people to interview them, sometimes takes callers, and otherwise just finds interesting articles or bits of literature to read aloud during the breaks between songs.

He likes to find interesting news to report on, covering everything from local gossip to updates about town-wide news such as the murder. Whether or not the news is accurate is not really a concern of his, as long as it’s thought-provoking. He does try to provide all angles, though, and give as much information as possible, plus a healthy dose of speculation. (He wouldn’t consider himself a conspiracy theorist, but if the show fits...)

However: he didn’t want people in this town to try to manipulate him for their own interests, and he didn’t want people to censor themselves around him, either. So he disguises his voice on the radio (he speaks much more slowly and in a lower register) and broadcasts under a pseudonym (Asher Wilde), so unless someone listens very closely, they wouldn’t know that they’re the same person. Alexander doesn’t lie about his profession - if asked, he still says he works at the radio station, just in an administrative capacity instead of on air.

Witchcraft:

Alexander is a witch who is not part of either coven in town, though he’s heard that both of them exist, even if he doesn’t know all of the specifics. His magic style aligns more with the Witches of Requiem, to put him on the spectrum.

He started practicing tarot in high school (because why not?) and his interest was more of a casual hobby until he realized that it was always right, as long as he knew how to understand what the cards showed him. Then it became more of an obsession.

He’s met a few other witches to trade tricks and techniques but has never been part of a specific coven. His skills have grown, and he usually casts simple spells so he could be overlooked in public to hear better news, or spells intended to more easily allow him to gain others’ trust. He’s played around with casting protection spells on his listeners through the radio waves, but he has no idea if that works or not.

He has a vindictive streak against people who seem to wrong him; he’s successfully hexed four people before, non-lethally, and does not feel guilty about it in the slightest (two former hook-ups, an ex-boyfriend, and one customer, all of whom deserved it, in his opinion). But he’s not in the habit of using magic to harm others, otherwise.

He still trusts his tarot deck entirely, more-so than any human he’s ever met, and he’ll do tarot readings for people who have earned it, in his estimation.

Personality:

Alexander doesn’t share much about his personal life. He much prefers listening to others, and will always try to spin questions back on the asker rather than reveal information about himself.

He’s made himself quite well-known in the time he’s been in Salem, and he has never lacked for company. He has acquaintances he drinks with, people he parties with, etc, but he wouldn’t consider himself to have any “friends.”

That said, he’s also located at an odd intersection of isolation and vanity. He’s very self-centered, and he loves to be complimented, even if he doesn’t entirely trust sincerity.

Upon first meeting, he tends to seem self-assured and friendly. He’s not afraid to jump right in to conversation,

When you get to know him a little better, you realize that he’s much less of an extrovert than he would appear to be. If it weren’t for having to find news to report on, he would be perfectly pleased to hole up in his room. But ever by himself, he overthinks everything and doesn’t know the meaning of the word “relax.”

I can’t wait to start interacting with everyone else! I don’t use discord, but feel free to slide into my messages if you want plots, and we can work something out xoxo

#intro #hqsintro #about

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sanguinarysanguinity · 5 years

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Fic-Writer / Vid-Maker Meme

Tagged by @educatedinyellow and @gailbsanders, thank you!

Author/Vidder Name: sanguinity

Fandoms You Write For: Lately it’s mostly book!verse Hornblower and ACD!Holmes (although the ACD!Holmes is largely behind the scenes with a long-form WIP that I’ve been focusing on). I also write for assorted small Holmesian fandoms as the whim or prompts take me, and I used to write fairly prolifically for Elementary, before that show wore me into the ground with how persistently they don’t care about Joan Watson. I’ve written a fair bit of Strange Empire, some Doctor Who / Torchwood, and quite a few one-offs in random fandoms, from the Oz books to Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles.

Fandoms I Vid For: Mostly one-offs or small batches that overlap with the fandoms I write for: Holmesian multiverse, Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles, plus a number of rarer Festivids-qualifying fandoms like The Middleman or Noah’s Arc.

Where You Post Fic: Most of it is on AO3, excepting some three-sentence and five-sentence fics that I’ve never collected.

Where You Post Vids: Variously Vimeo, YouTube, and DailyMotion, depending on who threw a fit about what copyrighted music the week I posted it, but all my vids are listed at AO3.

Most Popular One-Shot: “The Sincerity of Dust,” a BBC Sherlock Mystrade flash-fic I banged out one morning and which then went on to eat Cleveland. It has 1400 kudos and is working on 14,000 hits. Its nearest rival is “Score: Q to 12,″ an Elementary flash-fic featuring Sherlock and Joan playing Calvinscrabble, which performed modestly on AO3 but cleaned up on tumblr to the tune of 1700 notes.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: “Holocene Park,” an Elementary case fic featuring dinosaurs under the streets of New York City. If I’m remembered in the Elementary fandom for anything, it’s probably for this or Calvinscrabble.

Most Popular Vid: “Something Good (Will Come From That),” my Holmes/Watson multiverse vid. It has 10K plays, the AO3 page has 2.5K hits, and the tumblr page has almost 800 notes. It escaped my corner of pseudonym-based AO3-centric fandom and has made the rounds of the Sherlockian scions on Facebook, as well as being rec’d on non-fannish websites in French, German, and Japanese. For a little while there it was making me anxious with how popular it got -- at the height of its popularity, I was worrying my mom was going to email it to me. After it hit it big I almost completely stopped making things for a while, because I was pretty sure that nothing else I made would be even half that good ever again. Happily, that turned out to be a stupid reason to not make things, and so I started making things again.

Favorite Story You Wrote/Vid You Made: Yeah, sorry, no, my brain burns out on “favorite” questions, especially ones that have no criteria. I’ll just refer you to my Fic/Vid Speed-Dating Score Card, which can be construed as a list of my favorite works on various axes, and is still fairly accurate despite being a year old. (Scariest nowadays is probably “Tea for Two,” a Moriarty-centric story from this last round of Holmestice.)

Story You Were Nervous to Post: “Any Service Required,” which is dark Bush/Hornblower porn. I always feel hideously exposed when publishing porn -- I’m nervous about posting it even in the best of cases. But what with this being dark-fic, I was half-expecting the self-appointed morals police who get prescriptive about “healthy” relationships to show up and make a stink. Or along similar lines, I was fearing that followers who are used to a certain kind of thing from me will look at this one, think it base trash, and lose respect for me over it. I’m happy to say that nothing like that has happened so far, and while readership has been light, I’m fine with that: I’d rather a story have a small readership who is genuinely into it than a large readership who isn’t, and I’d like to believe that this story’s small readership is mostly due to people taking a look at the tags and making good decisions about the kind of thing they enjoy reading.

How Do You Choose Your Titles: BY ANY MEANS I CAN MAKE WORK. My preference is to grab a meaningful phrase from the text, but I’ll also use quotes and popular phrases, sometimes straight-up and sometimes with a twist, if it seems a decent fit for the story. Ideally, a title will speak to some deeper truth about the story, but when push comes to shove, I’ll settle for a title that is short, clean, and memorable: basically, anything that I and others can remember without having to look it up all the damn time. (This is my main problem with people using lines of poetry or song lyrics as titles: they tend to register in my brain as generic word salad, and in many cases I couldn’t say without looking it up what the title actually was, let alone what it had to do with the story.)

Do You Outline: For long or complex stories, sure, yes. If there are many scenes or multiple chapters, I tend to jot down a few lines listing out the succession of scenes or chapters; for “The Next World,” whose main body is a long and rambly conversation, I had an outline that listed out every twist and turn of that convo. The outline for “Langstroth on Bees” (WIP, currently 58K) is a monster of a thing, listing out the internal timeline (five years of current action plus another ten of backstory), various promises I’ve made that I need to deliver on, assorted events that I want to remember to include, and rough ideas about where chapter breaks should maybe fall. Given that I’ve been working on that story for five years now, often with breaks from it of nearly a year, that outline has saved my ass. I guarantee you that without it, I would have picked up this story at some point, tried to remember where I was going with it, come up with nothing much, and shelved it permanently. If anything, I really should outline more often -- I have a few long-standing drafts in my WIP folder that I just... don’t remember where I was going with that. I remember that I did have a destination in mind, yes, but what exactly? WHO KNOWS. Btw, my outlines are living documents -- I revise them often, as my understanding of the story develops. In fact, revising the outline is one of many tools for understanding where a story is going and what is still needed to bring it together.

How many of your fanworks are…

Complete: 92 stories or story collections (I have a few AO3 “stories” that are actually collected ficlets from tumblr or Sherlock60), and 26 vids and vidlets,

In-Progress: Nothing published to AO3 -- it makes me crazy to have a partially-published WIP. My drafts folder has 36 partially completed stories in it, and there are probably a half-dozen vids that I started but haven’t finished.

Coming Soon: Four? For various values of “coming soon.” I have two Hornblower stories that are mostly done (one for the Tegmore verse and another for the Kraken verse), and I’ve been working steadily on “Langstroth on Bees” in the hopes that I’ll finish it this year. And I’m signed up for Remix Revival -- whatever I do for that will probably be the very-most-next thing.

Do You Accept Prompts: Yes! Although I have only a 1/3 to 1/2 completion rate on prompts -- I do hope that no one minds that too terribly! But I’ll actively solicit prompts from time to time -- to celebrate something, or if I’m having a shit day and want to turn it around -- and some of my best stuff has come from prompts people have given me. I never ever guarantee filling them (see my above mentioned completion rate), but if someone wants to prompt me something, my ask box is open. Even if the prompt never gets filled, I still get a warm flutter of “They want to play with me!” from it.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: “Langstroth on Bees,” a 58K-and-counting Holmes/Watson retirement fic that I’ve been working for five years. I added a solid 13K to it this month, and have maybe 20K left to go -- I’m hope-hope-hoping to have it done this year. But I’ve gotten far enough into it that “Langstroth” has finally begun overlapping the territory covered in “From Allegany,” and by the end of this chapter I’ll have passed it entirely. Then I’ll be in unwritten territory, wheee! (Speaking of titles, I never really intended to call this thing “Langstroth on Bees” -- that’s just a working title for my drafts folder. But enough of you now know it by that name that I think I’m going to have to stick with it? So I’m desperately trying to figure out how to justify it. ONE OF MANY THINGS TO DO IN THIS DRAFT.)

Tag Five Fanfic Authors to Answer These Questions As Well: @beanarie @quipxotic @phoenixfalls @xserpx @amindamazed And of course anyone else who wants to play!

#my writing #long post #langstroth on bees

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yobaba30 · 5 years

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~ Tim Wise

1/ If the Dems blow this election it will not be because they were "too far left on policy" or because they "weren't left enough." It will have little to do with policy at all. They are making a mistake caused by traditional consultant theory that does not apply here...

2/ And by listening to influential pundits in liberal media who also don't get the unique nature of Trumpism, relative to normal political movements & campaigns...this election is NOT going to be won by talking about all your "great plans" for health care, jobs, education, etc..

3/ And the reasons are several...Let me begin by saying that I have experience confronting the kind of phenomenon we see in Trumpism, and far more than most. Any of us who were involved in the fight against David Duke in LA in 90/91 know what this is and how it must be fought...

4/ So before explaining what the Dems are doing wrong right now, a little history...In 1990, white supremacist David Duke ran for U.S. Senate in LA, and in 1991 for Governor. He lost both times but both times he won the majority of the white vote (60 and 55% respectively)...

5/ I was one of the staffers of the main anti-Duke PAC at the time & ultimately became Assistant Director. In 90, even though our Director Lance Hill, myself & a few of our founders wanted to focus on Duke's bigotry, ties to extremists and appeals to white racial resentment...

6/ ...after all, that WAS the issue--it was a moral struggle against racism--we had mainstream Democratic consultants who warned us against focusing too much on it. They said that "played into Duke's hands" and allowed him to set the agenda....

7/ So sure, we could discuss his ties to Nazis & such, but we shouldn't make a big deal out of his contemporary racist appeals, per se, bc "lots of voters agree" with those appeals...they even encouraged us to talk about utterly superfluous shit like Duke paying his taxes late..

8/ Or Duke avoiding service in Vietnam, or Duke writing a sex manual under a female pseudonym (yeah he did that)...although Lance held firm that we needed to talk mostly about racism, we did end up talking about some of that other stuff too, sadly...

9/ I say "sadly" because doing that normalized Duke as a regular candidate. Attacking his generic character or bill paying habits (or even discussing his inadequate plans for job creation, etc) treated him like a normal candidate. But he was/is a NAZI...

10/ And none of his voters were voting 4 him bc of jobs, or tax policy or support for term limits, etc. And none were going to turn on him over late tax payments, Vietnam, etc. Indeed throwing that stuff out there & downplaying the elephant in the room (racism) seemed desperate..

11/ It allowed people to say "well if he's really this racist, white supremacist, why are they talking about all this other stuff?" It actually undermined our ability to paint him as the extremist he was/is. And as a result, the threat he posed was not clear enough to voters...

12/ And this didn't just allow him to get votes he might not have gotten otherwise; it also depressed turnout among people who almost certainly disliked him but didn't think he could win or would be all that big a deal if he did. In fact I recall convos with "liberals"...

13/ ...Who said they weren't going 2 vote bc after all Duke's Dem opponent was just a shill for the oil and gas industry, and that was just as bad, blah blah fucking blah...because some lefties can't tell the difference between corporatist assholes and actual literal Nazis...

14/ But we bore some responsibility for that because we got suckered into playing this conventional game and "not playing into his narrative." Anyway, Duke gets 60% of the vote, black and white liberal turnout is lower than it should have been and Duke gets 44% of vote...

15/ In the Governor's race we dispensed w/ all that bullshit. We talked about Duke's ongoing Nazism and the moral/practical evil of his racist appeals. We discussed how that moral evil would have real world consequences (driving tourists and business away, rightly so, from LA)..

16/ Because it was wrong, and it was not who we wanted to be, and it was not who were were. We were better than that and needed to show the rest of the country that...

17/ Now, did this flip any of Duke's 1990 voters? Nah, not really. Indeed he got 65k MORE votes in the Governor's race than the Senate race. But it was never about flipping them. We knew that would be almost impossible...

18/ To flip Duke voters would require that they accept the fact that they had previously voted for a monster, and people are loath to do that. Our goal was not to flip them, but to DRIVE UP TURNOUT among the good folks, many of whom stayed home in 90...

19/ And that is what happened. The concerted effort of the anti-Duke forces (not just us), challenging Duke's "politics of prejudice," and making the election about what kind of state we wanted to be, drove turnout through the roof...

20/ 28,000+ registered on one day alone, between the initial election and runoff (which Duke made bc of the state's open primary system), with tens of thousands more overall: most of them, anti-Duke folks...

21/ When it was over, Duke had gotten 65k more votes than in 90, but his white share went to 55 (from 60) and overall to 39 (from 44) because the anti-Duke turnout swamped him...So what does this have to do with 2020 and Trump? Do I really need to explain it?...

22/ First, trying to flip Trump voters is a waste of time. Any of them who regret their vote don't need to be pandered to. They'll do the right thing. Don't focus on them. That said, very few will regret their vote. They cannot accept they voted for a monster or got suckered...

23/ Duke retained 94% of the folks he got the first time out (and got new people too), as Trump likely will. So forget these people--or at least don't wast time tailoring messages to them. And policy plans for affordable college don't mean shit to them, nor health care...

24/ Their support for Trump was never about policy. It was about the bigotry, the fact that he hates who they hate...Second, as for the "undecideds." ...Not many of these but seriously? If you're still undecided at this point about this guy...

25/ Then there is almost no way to know what would get you to make up your mind...I doubt it's a plan to deal with Wall Street though, or infrastructure, or tax policy...

26/ If anything, I would say crafting an argument that this is an existential crisis for the nation--and making it about Trump's bigotry and who we want to be as a country, would be far more effective in inspiring them to make up their minds...

27/ And what I know for a FACT is that this message--that Trumpism is a threat to everything we care about and love about this country--is what will inspire the Dem base to vote...and THAT is what this election is about...

28/ I'm not saying the Dems don't need policy ideas, but focusing on wonky, look-how-much-I've-thought about-this stuff is not going to move the needle in 2020...

29/ What the left never understands is: we need to stop approaching elections like the goddamned debate team, and start approaching it like the right does, like the cheer leading squad...

30/ The right knows psychology and we know public policy and sociology...great. The latter does not win elections...

31/ People who say the Dems should ignore Trump's race baiting because its some genius political strategy calculated to distract us, are idiots. He is no genius. And if you downplay it you NORMALIZE him. If you make this about policy, you NORMALIZE him. He is a racist...

32/ He is a white nationalist.

He is an authoritarian.

He and his cult are a threat to the future of the nation and world because of their hatreds.

His movement betrays the country's promise.

THAT is the message that will drive turnout. Not debates over marginal tax rates...

33/ Or how we are going to fund schools...And anyone who says we should ignore the race baiting to talk more about Mueller and Russia is an even bigger fool...that's like talking about Duke and late tax payments or other corruptions...it might all be true but is not the point...

34/ Not to say the House shouldn't impeach over that stuff. They should. But the 2020 candidates must craft a message that is not about that.

Trumpism is the threat to America, more than Putin.

And Putin didn't birth Trumpism.

Conservative White America did...

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eirenical · 6 years

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combeferre/courfeyrac, 2 and 54?

I had about 1000 words of this typed up yesterday and anaccidental hitting of the back button DELETED THE WHOLE THING. *sobs softly* So, let’s try this again, shall we? IN WORD, THIS TIME. *headdesk*

(ETA: Holy heck, this thing is 1500 words long. XD I THINK YOU GOT MORE THAN YOU BARGAINED FOR, @draconicfaye. OOPS. XD)

(Ifanyone else would like to send me prompts, here are the tropes. ^_^)

2. Royal AU & 54. Secret Relationship

So, here’s how it goes:

This is a modern AU, ironic as that is. Combeferre is the first-born son to an actualruling dynasty, but he’s always kept himself out of the limelight, preferringthe company of his books to sycophants. Enjolras is his much brighter, much more gregarious younger sibling. His parents often wished Enjolras had been bornfirst, in fact, except for the fact that Enjolras is very vocal about his desireto see their country abolish the monarchy entirely and set up a democracy. (Of course, Combeferre feels exactly the sameway, but since he generally keeps his mouth shut about, well… EVERYTHING, noone really knows that apart from Enjolras.)

Anyway, the one thing Combeferre has been absolutely adamantabout is his desire to attend school, to train for an actual profession apartfrom being a professional heir. (Hisparents married young and had him young and it’s going to be a long, long, LONGtime until he gets anywhere close to the throne—not that he wants to, anyway.) His parents agree, provided that he does itquietly, and doesn’t do anything to embarrass the family. Combeferre goes them one further by insistinghe apply and register under a pseudonym. So, upon graduation, Combeferre packs his bags and comes to the UnitedStates to go to school. Enjolras, only16, is disappointed to be left behind, but he understands why Combeferre has togo.

The first year, Combeferre keeps mostly to himself, terrifiedof putting even a toe out of line, or catching the attention of any wandering paparazziwho might figure out who he is. Hespends an entire semester doing nothing more adventurous than going to class, going back tothe dorm, and studying, rinse, repeat, with only trips to the library in between,and the semester after that doing exactly the same. No one even vaguely suspects who he mightbe. By the second year, he’s feelingbolder, though. He starts investigatingthe various clubs and activities available on campus. One in particular catches his eye—Les Amis del’ABC. He recognizes the pun for what itis and can’t help but laugh and decides to check it out. Itturns out to be a political science club and their president is a bonfire ofenergy disguising itself as a junior pre-law student. Combeferre is entranced from minute one.

(And the rest of this is going behind a cut because I don’t want to totally kill everyone’s dashes. ^_^)

The thing about Combeferre, though, is that he doesn’t like thespotlight. At all. He doesn’t like to call attention tohimself. He’s much happier advising from theshadows. So he doesn’t talk much at meetings. That doesn’t mean, however, that his presencegoes unnoticed. Courfeyrac notices, allright. He notices whenever they manage to attract a new member who stays past the first meeting. He isn’t one to push,though. He realizes that Combeferre willcome out of his shell in his own time and not a minute before. So, rather than forcing the issue, he simply…makes space. He makes time. He stops by to talk with Combeferre aftermeetings, interested to hear his perspective on things. And Combeferre finds that in that quiet, moreprivate setting, he’s happy to share his thoughts.

It isn’t long before Combeferre starts showing up early tomeetings, too, hoping for a few words with Courfeyrac before they start. Not long after that, Courfeyrac startsreaching out to him midweek, when he’s still planning agendas and talkingpoints. It isn’t long before they start meeting up midweek, as well, in the quad, atthe library, in the cafeteria… at the apartment Courfeyrac shares with hisfriend Marius.

By the time Spring Break rolls around that year, their midweekmeetings have started to be interrupted by midweek kisses. Combeferre doesn’t even remember which ofthem started it; he certainly doesn’t care. He just knows that he’s never felt his heart beat this hard or this fastfor another person before. He’s neverknown anyone who could make him WANT to stand up and call attention to himself,if only to brag about the fact that that’s RIGHT, Courfeyrac is kissing ME, notyou. ME. And I’m kissing HIM. And it’sWONDERFUL.

By the time the end of the year rolls around, Combeferre hasbeen speaking up in meetings for weeks. His perspective, as Courfeyrac always suspected it would be, is unique,and he brings a lot to the table in the form of practical governmentalexperience that no one has any idea how he came by. So, it’s no surprise when end-of-yearelections roll around that Combeferre is elected vice-president for the nextyear. He celebrates by taking Courfeyracto the nicest restaurant in the city, then inviting Courfeyrac to spend thenight at his apartment. And Combeferre has no idea whathe’s doing, and he’s sure he would have embarrassed himself a million timesover, but Courfeyrac is such a calming presence and so quick to reassure him andhe’s still there in the morning, so Combeferre can’t have screwed up too badly, right? They spend the rest of the weekend holed upin Combeferre’s apartment, blissfully oblivious to anything but each other.

Which is why Enjolras showing up on Combeferre’s doorstepMonday morning is such an utter shock.

“You’re lucky it was me and not Mother. Those hysterics were NOT pretty, and seriously, you owe me one.”

Enjolras pushes past them while Courfeyrac is still splutteringand trying desperately to put himself together because this is Prince Enjolras standing right there andCourfeyrac is in a BATHROBE, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, and how is Combeferre takingthis so calmly, anyway? Before Courfeyraccan even begin to get the questions out, Enjolras turns back to face Combeferreand those stern eyes soften as he reaches out to pat Combeferre’s cheek. “I thought I was supposed to be the embarrassment in this family. What happened to keeping out of the limelight?”

Now it’s Combeferre’s turn to splutter and fail to findwords. Obviously, they’ve missedsomething. Something big. Courfeyrac lunges for his phone for the firsttime in days to find all of his notifications on EVERYTHING just… blowing uphis phone. There are pictures from the restaurant. The clickbait titles range from the mild, “Andwho is this stunning young man on Prince Combeferre’s arm tonight? Click to find out!” to the utterly scandalous:“Prince Combeferre gone wild! Caught inshocking affair with political radical! Click through for pics!”

Enjolras stares back and forth between the two of them for afull minute before whistling long and low. “Shit. Neither of you had anyidea, did you?”

Courfeyrac runs off to hyperventilate in the bathroom. By the time he comes out, Combeferre isgone. Enjolras is still there. He apologizes, but his orders were to putCombeferre in a car to the airport the second he found him; no excuses. Enjolras is to stay and do whatever damagecontrol he can.

What follows is weeks of utter heartbreak on both sides asCombeferre tries to convince his parents that it isn’t what they think, that heloves Courfeyrac and would marry him if the law didn’t insist he had to providean heir of his own. Courfeyrac staysstateside having much the same discussion with Enjolras. And Enjolras… he figures out pretty quicklythat Courfeyrac is everything Combeferre claims he is. What’s more, he likes Courfeyrac. They getalong well. They see the world the sameway. They want the same things for thepeople of their respective countries. They’re kindred spirits.

So, Enjolras goes to work, doing everything HE can, throwinghis weight around in whatever way will serve him to get his parents to see thatthis isn’t some tawdry affair, and that what they’re doing just isn’t right.

In the end, Combeferre is forced to choose: Courfeyrac or thethrone. Give up the man he loves or thethrone he never wanted to begin with? That’sno choice at all. Combeferre is back inthe States that night. Courfeyracwelcomes him back with open arms; Enjolras welcomes him back with a mouthful ofcurses for sticking him in the position he has. But it’s good. It’s the best thing that could have happened to all three of them.

Combeferre completes medical school and returns to his countryas a private citizen, joining the staff of a small local hospital for his internship and residency. Courfeyraccompletes law school the same year and comes with him. They marry the year after that. Longbefore his time on the throne, Enjolras involves himself with politics, slowlyworking to change the minds of the people, with Courfeyrac right at his sidehelping to blaze the way. The people oftheir country aren’t ready to give up their royal family entirely, but, overtime, Enjolras and Courfeyrac manage to bring them around to the idea of a constitutional monarchywhere the role of the royal family will be largely ceremonial.

AND EVERYONE LIVES HAPPILY EVER AFTER. THE END.

#combeferre x courfeyrac #courferre #combeferre #courfeyrac #les mis headcanons #eirenical.headcanons #les miserables #eirenical writes things #writing meme answers #I HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO PLAY WITH THEM IN SO LONG #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ME FOR THEM #^_^#my fluffy double c's are the light of my life #draconicfaye #conversations through replies #trope mash up meme

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Batman’s Daughter (word vomit)

Sooooo. This was for fun. And now I’m at 36 mother-lovin’ pages. What the balls. How did this happen? I - I don’t understand. Anywho, have the first 3,000ish words. Totally unedited so *shrug emoji* Hope you dig it. Btw, I have never tried to write crime shit before so I’m just flying by the seat of my pants.

Bruce glanced over the barrage of papers before him as Lucius prattled on about the results of all his testing on the bomb. Or, at least, what was left of it. While Lucius was a great many good and useful things, he was also rather longwinded. All the details he was spewing were probably crucial to him, Bruce only needed one word to understand.

Nothing.

Lucius had found nothing. If there was another explosive out there like this one, there was no known way to stop it.

“Do we have anything to go on? Anything at all,” Bruce asked gruffly, cutting his associate off.

“Well,” the aging man said hesitantly, “there is one thing. Most of the components in the timing and firing mechanisms are Wayne technology.”

“Of course,” Bruce hissed with an aggravated sigh, “another criminal trying to use my business against me.”

“It’s more than that,” Lucius said. “These are patents we have kept to ourselves – high-end technology, prototypes, cornerstone products.”

“Which cornerstone products,” Bruce asked with a deep frown. Mechanisms like that were the foundations of larger, more complex machines. Expensive ones. Dangerous ones. Oftentimes ones he himself had had a hand in creating. If something the Wayne Enterprises CEO had built was now taking lives . . . Again . . .

“An old one. One we bought a while ago,” Lucius explained, adjusting his glasses as he looked at his notes.

“Bought?”

“Yes, one of the many we’ve procured over the years to stay on top.” A thin smile crossed Lucius’s lip. “Other people have good ideas too, Bruce. This one, in particular, is a power source. A favorite of mine, in fact. Many of your ‘personal’ gadgets use it.”

“One of your favorite things in this company was invented by someone not on payroll?”

“Yes, sir. I’m not a vain man, but I am appreciative.”

“Huh,” Bruce said with an amused nod. “Is the man hired now, at least? Sounds like a good find.”

“I’m afraid not,” Lucius said awkwardly adjusting his collar, “and she’s not interested. I already tried to recruit her, but, um, she’s not really a fan of us.”

“Us being . . . “ Bruce said leadingly.

“Of Wayne Enterprises.”

Bruce snorted and rolled his eyes. “What, thought she should have got a better price for her patent?”

“Honestly she probably should have,” Lucius shrugged, “but she wouldn’t speak to me long enough to explain why she hates your name so fiercely. I’m hoping you will have better luck.”

“You want me to talk to her,” Bruce asked doubtfully. “The guy whose name is on the top of the building?”

“It might help if you go to her with the other suit on,” Lucius said handing Bruce one last, small piece of paper with an address written on it. “And please, do try to be cordial. She’s just a civilian – a young one, too. Filled with a lot of bitterness, it seems.”

“Oh fun,” Bruce grumbled, “a moody teenager, just how I wanted to spend my evening.”

“If we get this girl on board to help us, hopefully, she can help us determine how the bomb was made and find a way to get a handle on it.”

“Maybe she’s the one who made it,” Bruce said thoughtfully, “that would sure save a lot of time.”

“Oh,” Lucius said as his head jerking his head back a bit in surprise, “I hadn’t even thought of that.”

Bruce chuckled, “Either way, I’ll see what I can do. What’s her name, this kid who made your favorite battery?”

“Beatrice Sampson,” Lucius said, and Bruce headed to the door, “and keep me in the loop.”

“I will,” Bruce said with a half wave behind him.

“And like I said – try to be nice,” Lucius called, only somewhat jokingly.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bruce smirked, “but God knows kids aren’t my strong suit.”

An hour later there was a massive figure looming in the dark outside a young woman’s apartment, staring at her through the enhancements in his mask. An itty bitty home with a short little girl staring out the window absently. By all appearances she seemed . . . boring. Utterly normal.

“Probably not our bomb maker then,” Bruce huffed.

“I’m not sure if that disappointed tone is appropriate,” Alfred’s gently scolding tone chimed in.

Bruce stood and stretched the pending soreness from his limbs. It was starting to settle in faster these days, no matter how many supplements he took with his morning coffee. He sighed and pushed these thoughts away. Getting old would have to wait.

“I know,” Bruce said softly, “but is it too much ask for one easy case? I had things I needed to do tonight.”

“Oh, like hiding in the bat cave on your computer and binge eating that tub of potato salad in the mini fridge,” Alfred said in a knowing, teasing tone.

“Careful there,” Bruce snarked with a grin, “I still sign your paychecks.”

“And I still keep this place running for you. If anyone in this world has job security it's me,” Alfred laughed.

“Alright fine,” Bruce said firing his grappling hook at the fire escape, “I’ll admit it, you’re right – I was planning a quiet night, but here I thought you might be proud.”

“I am,” Alfred barked quickly, “any time you take to relax is good in my book, but please don’t lash out at a young woman because your night off was postponed. It looks like Miss Beatrice hasn’t had it easy the past few years.”

“What else did you find out,” Bruce asked, all business again.

“Not much. I’m beginning to think she’s using a pseudonym. There are multiple women with that name, but none that match the description of the one in question. Records of a ‘Beatrice Sampson’ have been registered a few times in the past few years for housing in increasingly, ahem, unattractive locations. It appears she has no family and the first records of her come up not long after she turned eighteen. I would be willing to bet that she has been cast out or orphaned and changed her name after.”

“Good to know,” he nodded. “Let me know if you find anything else, I’m going to approach.”

“Will do, and you do the same.”

With that, there was a whoosh of movement that no one without a highly trained eye would see and an almost impossibly soft tap on the metal fire escape. At least he was still light on his feet. Bruce peered inside one more time to see Beatrice stirring her mug with a blank look. From here he could see the sparse furnishings and minimal decorations. There were what appeared to be some electronic parts and diagrams nearby, but nothing overly incriminating. Yet. He’d seen a lot of criminals in his time and Bruce felt as if he could pick them out of a lineup.

This girl. She wasn’t the one he was looking for. Too easy to find, too transparent, too lazy. Maybe she might be involved, but she wouldn’t be the ‘mastermind.’ The kid had a listed address, her curtains open, and wasn’t toiling away on anything in particular. People trying to blow up city blocks rarely had free time.

Bruce moved from the shadows, but the girl still didn’t look up. She looked tired. Nice thing about the batmask, no one could see the bags under your eyes. He tapped on the window softly and Beatrice jumped, eyes going wide as she saw him.

She scuttled to the window and struggled a moment to get it open. “What the actual fuck,” she hissed, poking her head out the window.

“That’s not the response I usually get,” Bruce rumbled out in his low voice.

“Uh,” she said with a series of confused blinks, “sorry? Should I be excited that a masked man in creepin’ on my balcony in the middle of the night?” Her tone was mostly sass with a tinge of wavering fear. A lot of women sounded like that when they saw Bruce like this. That or romantic. It was hard to choose which one was more awkward for him.

“Did you sell a patent to Wayne Enterprises,” he asked roughly, wanting to get this conversation over with quickly.

Her face soured and eyes pinched. “Say that name in my house again, and I’ll get real fucking nasty.”

Admittedly, that took him off guard. Lots of people hated the Wayne name – ‘you pushed out my father’s small business,’ ‘any corporation that big has to be evil,’ – that sort of thing, but the amount of venom in her voice? It was borderline shocking. Something must have happened with her and the company. He’d look into it later and decide if a payout or something of the like was warranted.

Or maybe she was just pissy. But that wasn’t the concern. A bomb had claimed dozens of innocent lives and another attack was more likely than not. Angry Little Miss Sampson could wait.

“I need to know,” Bruce said taking a step toward her. Beatrice recoiled just enough to be noticeable.

“Fine,” she murmured softly, “but say that name again and it won’t be pretty.” She wandered over to the door and opened it for him, standing at her full height of few inches over five foot and glared at the Batman like he was a common thug. She was not intimidating, more like amusing. It was a challenge not to smile at her unruly curls and ruffled pajamas as she tried to look tough.

Then he saw the switchblade in her hand.

“Do you really think threatening a man like me is a good idea,” he growled.

“Calm your tits, Batboy, it’s not a threat. Yet,” she said holding the knife in a practiced way. Decent form, too. “But, just so you know, say that dickweasel’s name again and I’m coming at you. I was raised by an empowered single woman in the ugly streets of Gotham. I was in the shitty public school system, fought with all kinds of assholes, and even did a stint in Arkham Asylum itself. I know you fight some pretty hot-shot guys, but I’m betting I can get in a good stab or two on that well-hidden voice of yours.”

“How is that not a threat,” he reeled. Who the hell was this kid and what gave her this ridiculous confidence?

Young rebellion, how bold. And stupid.

Bruce clenched his jaw and approached the door as Beatrice put away the switchblade. “The patent, was it for a power source?”

“Yep,” she said with an air of sadness, “but I don’t know why you’re bothering to come to me. Like you said, I sold it. I’ve had nothing to do with that baby for years now.”

“It was used as a bomb part in the recent manufacturing company fire,” Bruce said bluntly.

She stopped dead and looked back at him with a terrified expression. “Dear God,” she whispered. “I didn’t know . . .”

He believer her. All that crassness had boiled away, leaving tepidness in its place, but soon she began to frown.

“Wait,” she said rubbing her face, “how? The whole reason that company was scrambling for my engine was because it was safe. ‘The most stable little generator they’d ever seen.’ I designed it that way. That was really important to me. I refused to call it done until I was one hundred percent sure that little guy wasn’t going to hurt anyone.”

“So you don’t know how it could be used to cause damage like that? Enough to blow up several blocks?”

“No, I don’t, I swear,” she huffed, squishing in her puffy cheeks. The fear in her eyes was convincing. It was the same expression Bruce had made the first time Wayne tech had ended up costing someone their life.

“Could you figure it out, if given the remnants of the device,” he asked without really thinking. He shouldn’t give her the opportunity to look at classified material like that, but shit.

He was damn near out of options.

“I mean maybe,” she shrugged, sitting down at her tiny kitchen table, “but it would depend a lot on how much of the device is left and how many components are involved. Even in a best-case scenario, it would probably take a while. As you might be able to tell, I don’t exactly have a great setup right now.” The young woman gestured to her messy countertop littered with tools of all kinds surrounding a mass of wires and metal. “If you really want to get somewhere you should try that asshat’s company,” she grunted.

“’Asshat?’ You mean Bruce – ”

“Don’t,” she snapped, giving him that nasty glare, “but yeah, that’s who I mean.”

“He isn’t involved,” Brue said as a bit of anger rose up in him.

Beatrice scoffed. “How on Earth could you be sure of that? And if not him, someone in that big, shiny, dick-shaped building probably has something to do with it.”

This fucking kid was too much. Bruce hadn’t slept well in ages, and his temper was fried. “Is there a reason you hate Bruce Wayne so much?”

She bit her lip at his name and cracked a few knuckles, but didn’t get up. “Yes, there is, but I will not go into it. Just know I got my reasons.”

“Be that as it may, people are dying, and you are the best chance of stopping something like this from happening again, so you’re going to have to get over it.”

“What about – ” she sputtered.

“Wayne Enterprises isn’t involved,” Bruce said with finality.

“You have any evidence to support that claim or do you just have friends in high places,” Beatrice snarked in an accusatory manner.

He stomped over to the girl in an overly loud way to get his point across. She didn’t shrink away this time. “There are lives at stake here, so I need you to take this seriously,” he seethed.

“What part of pointing out a suspect is not taking this seriously,” she said standing and squaring her shoulders. The line between bravery and stupidity was blurring, and his patience was dwindling.

Not that he was going to start smacking her around or anything. Even if his fist was twitching.

“Wayne Enterprises is not involved,” he said darkly, “I can guarantee that.”

Beatrice smiled wickedly. “Friends in high places it is. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised the guy who hides his identity is crooked. It is Gotham, after all.” She walked away from him and grabbed a hair tie. “’Fraid I can’t help you, Batboy. I didn’t have anything to do with any bombing, you aren’t taking my advice to scope out the more probable bad guys’ place, and all my records are intact. I’ve got nothing for you.” The thin strip of elastic snapped as it wrapped around her massive head of curl and went flying. “Damnit!”

“Records,” Bruce frowned, “what records?”

“Of my work on the Ticker. I kept all my notes and whatnot,” she explained.

“You’re sure? A break in could have happened, and you hadn’t noticed – ”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed a piled of papers below her mug. “I’m sure. Pulled ‘em out a couple of hours to . . . reflect?”

“Reflect,” he asked skeptically. She was digging herself into a hole here.

The young woman tucked her hair behind her ear. “My mom wrote cutesy little words of encouragement on most of the papers. I’ve been needing some reassurance lately.”

Back home there was a photo of Bruce and his parents he’d look to for support, no matter how fleeting it might be.

“Everything is accounted for,” he asked, a bit kinder this time.

“Yes.”

“Where’s your mother now?”

“Dead. For a few years now.”

“Wayne isn’t involved, his company is helping to find those responsible,” Bruce stated firmly, using all of his commanding presence.

“Wouldn’t that be a lovely cover,” she replied with a dark, rough tone all her own. This little lady was oddly . . . creepy? Yeah. Creepy.

“Fine,” he relented, “someone in the company could be involved, but whoever is responsible will be brought to justice no matter who they are or who they are with. Now, will you help me or not?”

The two of them had something of a stare down eventually ending with Beatrice letting out a long groan.

“Alright, alright! I’ll do what I can, but like I said, that might not be much,” she huffed. “I can take a look at whatever scrap you’ve got, but I can’t promise anything.”

Bruce turned on his heel and slipped out the back door again saying, “Be at Wayne Enterprises tomorrow morning, 8 am. That’s where the bomb parts are. I’ll make sure they let you in. Tell them someone called asking you to help and you’re just reporting in.”

“Ex-fucking-cuse me,” she snarled, chasing after him. “I did not agree to that!”

The grappling hook came out again, and he was gone, a furious scream coming after him: “You asshole!”

She’d get over it.

Hopefully.

No matter what, it was going to be damn awkward to see her in the lab the next morning and pretend he didn’t know all about her hatred of him. With any luck, the whole situation could be avoided.

But deep down Bruce knew he didn’t have that kind of luck.

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Change and Continuity in Doctrine

Change and continuity in doctrine: liturgy, the eucharist and the Bible; doctrinal disputes as reflected in the Ten Articles and the Bishops’ Book; the King’s Book and the Six Articles.

July 1536 - Ten Articles

Articles related to doctrines: 1. That Holy Scriptures and the three Creeds are the basis and summary of a true Christian faith. 2. That baptism conveys remission of sins and the regenerating grace of the Holy Spirit,and is absolutely necessary as well for children as adults. 3. That penance consists of contrition, confession, and reformation, and is necessary to salvation. 4. That the body and blood of Christ are really present in the elements of the eucharist. 5. That justification is remission of sin and reconciliation to God by the merits of Christ; but good works are necessary. Articles related to ceremonies: 1. That images are useful as remembrances, but are not objects of worship. 2. That saints are to be honored as examples of life, and as furthering our prayers. 3. That saints may be invoked as intercessors, and their holydays observed. 4. That ceremonies are to be observed for the sake of their mystical signification, and as conducive to devotion. 5. That prayers for the dead are good and useful, but the efficacy of papal pardon, and of soul-masses offered at certain localities, is negatived.

It was partly aligned with the schmalkaldic league’s beliefs, but not entirely: Henry wanted to show he was his own man. The three sacraments found themselves in their Catholic form (only one baptism). Similarly, the Eucharist: ‘under the same form and figure of bread and wine, the very selfsame body and blood of Christ is corporally, really, and in the very substance exhibited, distributed, and received unto and of all them which receive the said sacrament.’

Justification is mixed between Catholic and Lutheran: sinners attain this justification by contrition and faith joined with charity but it is faith which is the most important.

As for ceremonies, he’s good with images and saints, as long as they’re not prayed to. Ceremonies too, are useful but none of these ceremonies have power to remit sin, but only to stir and lift up our minds unto God, by whom only our sins be forgiven. He ends by saying the Bishop of Rome cannot deal with these purgatorial prayers.

August 1536 - Cromwell’s Injunctions

Cromwell clarified how people worshipped in this injunction, rather than introduce new beliefs. It stressed forming religion through education, preaching scripture, and it also encouraged the rich to support these efforts. It required the Pater Noster, Creed and Ten Commandments be taught in English, and an English Bible, accessible to all, available in each Parish. In regular sermons through the year, the Bishop of Rome must be dismissed.

They had to maintain some ceremonies to maintain order. It restricted pilgrimages and images, and all clergy had to live holy lives, away from pubs, play houses and the like. Every year, money has to be distributed to the poor, education and churches by honest means.

October 1536

Pilgrimage of Grace. Religious motives could be due to the Dissolution of the Monasteries, or Act of Supremacy, but also some of the more protestant changes seen above

January 1537 - Great Council Called

Mainly in response to the Pilgrimage of Great, this council of nobles and higher clergy discussed doctoral issues in attempt to rectify the evident inadequacy of the Ten Articles. The council overall did little, which could explain why Bigod’s rebellion occurred, as Aske promised this council to be useful to them, when it wasn’t.

February 1537 - First Synod of the Church of England

The First synod of the Church of England was called by Cromwell, similar to Papal Legates, but this was without the Pope. The Synod began with a fierce row over the number of sacraments, due to the exclusion of four in the Articles. None of the Bishops invited represented any of the standing monasteries, nor were there many monks or friars, just scholars, demonstrating how Cromwell saw the Dissolution as successful. This Synod was to become a basis for the Bishops’ Book.

September 1537 - Bishops’ Book

The Institution of a Christen Man, commonly known as the Bishop’s Book, was doctrinal statements from English Bishops. It was generally more conservative, with the seven sacraments partially restored and links to purgatory. However, there was still a Lutheran influence, with no mention of transubstantiation, a Protestant view of justification and images, and rejection of the Bishop of Rome. In the 10 commandments, the one against images was first. Of course Henry hadn't read the book, so hadn’t fully approved of it.

1937 - Matthew’s Bible published

Matthew’s Bible is produced by John Rogers, under a pseudonym of Thomas Matthew. The New Testament translation was from Tyndale, and parts in the Old Testament were translated by Coverdale, as Rodgers was caught and killed before he could actually complete the Old Testament. There were 2000 notes to help ordinary people understand it better. It was dedicated to the King and was licenced to be distributed, with 1500 copies shipped to England. Cromwell definitely knew a lot of the Bible was based on Tyndale’s translation, which would give it a much more Lutheran bias. Tyndale’s name was outlawed in the nation, and if the King knew of Tyndale’s influence, it would’ve been banned immediately.

1938

Henry VIII read through the Bishops’ Book, and corrected it much, making it much more conservative. Cranmer opposed it privately (how he survived I really don’t know).

June 1538 - Nice Truce

Pope Paul III, Francis I and Charles V agreed a ten year truce, though their hatred meant the two kings sat in two different rooms, the Pope moving between them. This meant their primary targets were not each other, but could be England, especially with the Pope present.

September 1538 - Cromwell’s injunctions

Cromwell’s second royal injections were published. To outline what these asked: all the King’s injunctions are to be kept; all Churches to have a large print, accessible version of the English Bible; nobody to discourage the reading of the Bible; every Sunday the creed has to be recited; have confession every Lent; sermons clarifying scripture coming first, not images or pilgrimages; every birth, wedding and death must be registered and fast days may not be changed by anyone by the King. There is clearly a Protestant influence in this.

September 1538

Gardiner returned to England. He was one of the biggest conservative influences to Henry, so this return allowed him to further interact with the King.

November 1538 - Lambert’s execution

John Lambert was Cromwell and Tyndale’s mate. He was tried because he got into a theological debate, where he denied transubstantiation. He even wrote a paper on it, which was passed to Cranmer, who tried him for heresy, ironically. His trial was personally attended by Henry VIII, Cranmer and Cromwell, where he stuck to his view. Henry defended transubstantiation, demonstrating his return to the idea of the ‘Defender of the Faith’. He also wished for Lambert to die horribly as a warning. He was to have a low flame consume his legs, before being stabbed with pikestaffs and chucked on the ground, still alive. His final words were ‘None but Christ! None but Christ!’. Cromwell wept when he watched Lambert, his friend, die.

January 1539

An attempt for an alliance to the Schmalkalden League: theological disputes prevented this.

March 1539 - Great Bible

The Great Bible was the first English Bible allowed to be read aloud in Church, prepared by Myles Coverdale, employed by Cromwell, though he still had some of Tyndale’s work still. It was to be stocked in every Church. The front depicted Henry in the centre, Cranmer and Cromwell besides him. More than 9,000 copies had been printed by 1541. It was more popular than the increasing romance novels around: people were buying and reading it.

April 1539

Cromwell remains confined to his house until 10 May, after falling ill.

19 May 1539 - Dissolution Act

The Act for the Dissolution of the Greater Monasteries was passed in this year: ‘the King our sovereign lord shall have, hold, possess, and enjoy to him, his heirs and successors for ever, all and singular such late monasteries’. This granted the king’s right to all monasteries not included in the 1536 legislation, that is to say, all of the rest of the monasteries in England and Wales. Between 1536 and 1540 he took over 800 monasteries, abbeys, nunneries and friaries, which had been home to more than 10,000 monks, nuns, friars and canons.

May 1539 - Statute of Six Articles

Known formally as ‘An Act Abolishing Diversity in Opinions’, informally as ‘the bloody whip with six strings’. The House of Lords attempted to examine religious doctrine, and after a lot of argument, the Duke of Norfolk decided that they should examine six key questions. They seemed to Catholic doctrine on matters of: transubstantiation, the reasonableness of withholding the cup from the laity during communion, clerical celibacy, observance of vows of chastity, permission for private masses and the importance of auricular confession. Anyone who refused faced the death penalty. It is as follows:

First, that in the most blessed Sacrament of the altar, by the strength and efficacy of Christ's mighty word (it being spoken by the priest), is present really, under the form of bread and wine, the natural body and blood of our Saviour Jesus Christ, conceived of the Virgin Mary; and that after the consecration there remaineth no substance of bread or wine, nor any other substance, but the substance of Christ, God and man.

Secondly, that communion in both kinds is not necessary ad salutem, by the law of God, to all persons; and that it is to be believed, and not doubted of, but that in the flesh, under the form of bread, is the very blood; and with the blood, under the form of wine, is the very flesh; as well apart, as though they were both together.

Thirdly, that priests after the order of priesthood received, as afore, may not marry, by the law of God.

Fourthly, that vows of chastity or widowhood, by man or woman made to God advisedly, ought to be observed by the law of God; and that it exempts them from other liberties of Christian people, which without that they might enjoy.

Fifthly, that it is meet and necessary that private masses be continued and admitted in this the king's English Church and congregation, as whereby good Christian people, ordering themselves accordingly, do receive both godly and goodly consolations and benefits; and it is agreeable also to God's law.

Sixthly, that auricular confession is expedient and necessary to be retained and continued, used and frequented in the Church of God.

Evangelical bishops Latimer and Shaxton resigned their sees. Cranmer debated furiously with himself, but remained Archbishop of Canterbury.

May 1539

Due to clerical celibacy, Archbishop Cranmer sent his German wife abroad.

March 1540

Waltham, the last surviving monastery, surrendered: the end of the dissolution.

June 1540 - Cromwell’s downfall

Thomas Cromwell arrived for a Privy Council meeting late, where Thomas Howard shouted ‘Cromwell! Do not sit there! That is no place for you! Traitors do not sit among gentlemen.’ Howard ripped off his chains. He was arrested there. The reasons could be association with heretics, Anne of Cleves, or Gardenier’s whispers into Henry's era, growing awareness of his beliefs. He was charged with treason, heresy, felony and corruption. He was sentenced to be hung, drawn and quartered. Who wrote to Henry, admitting ‘I have meddled in so many matters under your Highness that I am not able to answer them all’, and ended with ‘Most gracious prince I cry for mercy, mercy, mercy.’ Henry still sent money to him in prison, and had his sentence changed to decapitation, despite Cromwell being of low birth. On the same day, he got married to Katherine Howard. He was cheerful on his day of death, and on the scaffold, likely ironically talked about being Catholic, but more meaning ‘universal’ than the religion. He maintained innocence until the end: ‘Many have slandered me, and reported that I have been a bearer of such as I have maintained evil opinions; which is untrue.’ His execution was a botched, awful job, a nasty end for, in Henry’s words, ‘the most faithful servant I had ever had.’

July 1540 - Barnes’ execution

Robert Barnes was a bright scholar and Lutheran preacher, and Augustinan Friar. He used his house arrest in London to help distribute Lutheran texts. Ten years before his death, he fled to Wittenburg, where he studied under Luther too. His writings made him known to Cromwell, who used him as an envoy for messages between Luther and Henry, and later Princes and Henry. He was extremely loyal to Henry despite his protestant preaching. Once Cromwell had fallen, Barnes lost his protector, and ended up burnt as a heretic.

August 1541

Three Windsor Martyrs’: burnt for refusing Easter Eucharist, denying transubstantiation.

March 1543

Cranmer was accused of heresy, but lived due to accepting Henry's change to the Bishop’s book and a parliamentary statute that restricted Bible reading to gentry and nobles.

1543 - The King’s Book

Henry finally wrote something for himself, entitled ‘The Necessary Doctrine and Erudition for Any Christian Man’ or the ‘King’s Book’. It was a revision of the Bishop’s Book, which continued attacks on images, and stressed royal supremacy but supported and backed the six articles, defending transubstantiation, good works involved in justification, free will, prayer to Mary, and educational sermons. Overall, it looked like he was straining Catholicism without the Pope.

1543 - Act for the Advancement of True Religion

Parliament enacted that ‘no manner of persons, after the first of October, should take upon them to read openly to others in any church or open assembly within any of the King's Dominions, the Bible or any part of the Scripture in English, unless he is so appointed thereunto by the King ... on pain of suffering one hundred month's imprisonment.’ Those who were unable to read it ever were ‘women nor artificers, journeymen, serving men of the degree of yeomen or under husbandmen nor labourers’ Those who could read it could only do so privately. This was in fear that they may misinterpret the text. Many other books were banned in an attempt to unify thought. Basically it was just Chaucer and autobiographies left.

March 1544 -Third Act of Succession

Mary and Elizabeth were restored to the line of succession, with Edward and his potential descendents first in the line, and then after, Mary and Elizabeth. He also reserved spaces for his own potential future kids...haha.

June 1544- English Litany

This was published to be used in processions, especially in troubling times, such as in famine. Henry noticed people were unable to respond due to language barriers, so he wanted something in English. It was drawn up by Cranmer, using sources both from Luther and Greek Orthodox Litanies. In conservative Milton, Kent, they refused to say this in Church, so said it outside, in Latin. Overall, the piece seems neutral, but there is an anti-Catholic favour in some parts, like, ‘From all sedycion and privey conspiracie, from the tyranny of the bisshop of Rome and all his detestable enormyties’.

May 1545 - King’s Prymer

This Prymer, edited and authorised by the King, listed the Calendar, the Creed, the Ten Commandments, the Lord's Prayer, the Salutation of the Virgin, the seven penitential psalms, a litany, and prayers for various occasions, the only one authorised for use in England. It was a shift again from Latin to English, and had removed certain Catholic ideas. Every young person had to learn some of the prayers in English.

January 1546

'Creeping to the Cross' added to the list of forbidden practises. It involved approaching the cross barefoot and on your knees, a sign of reverence and humility. It was particularly despited by Protestants. Henry didn’t fully authorise it in his old age, but his son certainly didn’t mind doing so when he inherited the throne the following year.

Doctrinal Disputes: A Summary

‘England was starting to become a Protestant country and a series of radical religious changes were implemented from 1536 to 1540, in particular the dissolution of the monasteries which started in 1536. This was followed by the Ten Articles of 1536 which rejected Catholic doctrine and they were followed by the Royal Injunctions. In 1537 the Bishop’s Book continued the drift towards Protestantism, which was followed by the publication of the Matthew Bible. In 1538 Cromwell issued further Royal Injunctions to the clergy to impose greater religious conformity in England. In April 1539, the English Great Bible was published which endorsed the authority of the King over the Church in England. However, Henry VIII remained a conservative and the Six Articles, published in 1539, confirmed this. Many Catholic beliefs remained. Transubstantiation, clerical celibacy and masses for the dead remained. The final religious changes under Henry VIII were the King’s Book of 1543 which confirmed much of the Six Articles. Images and relics remained and the Bible was afforded little importance.’ (Source : eGUIDE // History)

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The Misadventures of Prince Kim - chapter 48

Yes, 48 chapters, I don’t know how I’m still going with this mess either...

Also on AO3 as always

Where was Kim’s phone? He was sure he had left it beside the rest of his things in the library while he was working, then gone off to look for a particular reference book, and after that he just hadn’t seen it. Could he have left it in his room? No, he couldn’t have! He had very definitely been sending messages to Max all evening (and getting replies telling him firmly to do his homework and stop being romantic).

Had someone taken it? No, surely they wouldn’t. Stealing from a royal counted as treason. None of the nobles would do such a thing, they were all far too wimpy. Anyway, it wouldn’t exactly be of any use to them without the battery charger, which was up in Kim’s locked dorm room, so unless they somehow managed to break into there and steal that too, then what was the point of taking his phone?

But what if… this was something to do with that assassin? The one who had sent him the chocolates? Surely it couldn’t be? Why would an assassin need a phone? His brain was hurting from all this sudden worry. He was about to send a message to Max when he realized that duh, of course he couldn’t, his phone was missing. Obviously. He smacked himself in the forehead.

“Are you alright there, Kim?”

He looked over to see Chloé frowning at him, looking vaguely unimpressed but managing to mostly hide her usual disdainful glower.

“Yeah,” he said. “I just can’t find my phone.”

“Maybe Marinette took it.”

For a few seconds it didn’t register in his brain. Marinette…? Taking his phone? He almost wanted to laugh.

“Why do you say that?” he asked.

“Because she was snooping around here earlier and I haven’t seen anyone else nearby,” Chloé replied. Her unimpressed look had only increased at the mention of Marinette. Did those two still not like each other? But then again, Chloé was a lot better now, she wouldn’t just unfairly blame Marinette for something she didn’t do, even if they weren’t on great terms…

“I guess I’ll go ask her,” he said, picking up the rest of his things.

“You don’t believe me, do you?”

“No, I do! I mean… I believe you that Marinette was here. But why would she take my phone?”

Chloé just rolled her eyes. “I have no idea. Go ask her yourself.”

Of course. Now how was he going to do this exactly? It would be a bit tactless to just go into her room and say “Oh hey Marinette, did you steal my phone by any chance?” Perhaps he would just have to ask her outright and hope that the fact that she was his first ever friend would get her to tell the truth. Marinette, much like Kim, was not known for making good decisions. This was probably just another mistake of hers. It was fine.

Marinette herself sat on the bed in Alya’s room, curled up into a ball, her hands over her eyes.

“I’m such an idiot oh my gosh Alya why did I take it why did I do that it’s not even my phone and what was I thinking–”

“It’s okay Marinette!” Alya put a soothing hand on her friend’s back. “Calm down. Just apologize and give the phone back to him. He’s your friend, he won’t mind.”

“I’m an idiot,” Marinette sobbed, still hiding away in her hands.

“You already said.”

“Do you think Kim will hate me? Will I be deposed? Arrested? Executed? Oh my gosh what if he starts a war with me? Is stealing a prince’s phone considered treason???”

“Well…” Alya shuffled into a more comfortable position. “Technically yes, it’s illegal and counts as treason. But if you really think Kim is going to start a war with you or have you executed then you don’t know your friend at all.”

Marinette put her hands down slightly, only to catch a glimpse of that phone sitting on the desk across the room, and put her hands right back up.

“Come on, I’ll help you,” Alya said. “All you need to do is go and apologize to him and give the phone back.”

“But he’ll want to know why I took it! What do I tell him?”

“The truth, of course! It’s no crime to want to talk to your family back home, especially somewhere as far away as Cheng.”

“But you know that’s not entirely true… you know who I wanted to speak to really… my, um, pet cat…”

It still wasn’t safe to talk about Adrien’s whereabouts, even if it was unlikely that any guards were somehow listening in. It was better to get used to not talking about him, in case of otherwise letting something slip when secrecy really did matter.

“Kim will understand,” Alya said. “I’m sure he misses your pet cat too. He knows how you feel.”

“Yeah… you’re right…”

There was a sudden knock at the door, followed by someone saying, “Hey Alya, are you there? I need your help solving a mystery!” The voice was unmistakeable.

“It’s Kim!” Marinette grabbed the covers and pulled them over her head. “Hide me.”

Alya pulled the covers off and pushed Marinette off the bed. “Oh no. You’re going to face him, you are. No hiding.” She got up and opened the door before Marinette could find anywhere else to hide.

“Oh, there you are Marinette!” Kim said. “I was looking for you actually.”

He knew. Oh boy, he knew. He knew she took the phone, he was going to be so mad…

“Hey, there’s my phone!” He had spotted it on the table now and ran forwards, picking it up. “So glad I found it! Marinette, did you take it? Chloé said she saw you near it earlier…”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!” Marinette gushed, curling back up into a ball right there on the floor. “I just wanted to call home and talk to my parents and my pet cat, you know who I mean, I wanted to make sure he’s okay and safe and tell him I miss him and everything else that’s been going on and letters take too long and I was going to ask you but you weren’t there and I panicked and stole your phone and I’m sorry and I meant to give it back and…”

“Oh, okay,” Kim said. “Well you can totally use it to call home if you want. Here you go.”

She lifted her face out of her knees to see that he was smiling and holding the phone out at her.

“You’re… not mad at me?”

“What? Nah, don’t worry. I’m just glad I found it.”

Oh… he wasn’t annoyed. He wasn’t annoyed at all. Thank goodness.

The amount of relief that Marinette felt flooding back into her was enough to make her feel ashamed. Kim was one of her best friends, he always had been for as long as she could remember, of course he wouldn’t be annoyed!

“Thanks,” Marinette said, taking the phone. “I really am sorry though. I promise I’ll ask first next time.”

“Cool, that way I won’t worry that it’s lost forever!”

“Um… do you have Cheng’s phone number by any chance?”

“I do,” Alya said. She had been half-sitting, half-leaning on the edge of the desk, and was looking rather amused. Now she opened one of the drawers and got out a little book, tossing it at Marinette. “All the country phone numbers are in here. Knock yourself out.”

Marinette looked through and found the number for her home. Well, one of her homes anyway. But her family hadn’t been staying in Dupain for quite a while now, so Cheng it was.

She dialled the number into Kim’s phone – it was quite self-explanatory to use – and then listened as it rang.

“Greetings, Your Royal Highness, you have reached the kingdom of Cheng. What can we do for you today?”

Phew, it had worked! It seemed impossible that this little metallic box could really contact people instantaneously from thousands of miles away, but it did.

“Hello, this is actually Princess Marinette borrowing Kim’s phone,” she said. “Is it possible I could speak to Felix? Or my parents?”

“I’m afraid they are all asleep right now.”

Drat – the time zones! How could she have forgotten? There was no point waking them up just for a chat, nothing was urgent.

“Never mind, I’ll call some other time,” she said quickly. “Thank you.”

“You are very welcome. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight…”

She handed the phone back to Kim, feeling her heart breaking. It had been so long since she had last spoken to Adrien, and letters were far too dangerous to send, even under the Felix pseudonym. Every second spent apart was just hurting her, so much! At least if he was definitely safe, she wouldn’t mind so much. She missed her parents too, after all. But Adrien… nothing was safe for him. She couldn’t help worrying.

“I can just lend you this some other time too,” Kim suggested, offering a helpful little smile.

“Thanks,” Marinette said, trying to smile back.

“You okay?”

She nodded. She was okay, really, she was. “Just missing my cat a lot.”

Kim leaned down to give her hair a quick ruffle. “You’ll get to see him again soon, I’m sure.”

Thinking about Adrien was not going to help her feel better. She cleared her throat and said, “By the way, how are you and Max getting along?”

It was so sweet to see the sudden glimmer in Kim’s eyes, that blush lighting up his face. At least Kim was happy in love. Good for him. It shouldn’t have to be so painful.

“We’re getting along awesome!” he said, the smile on his face much bigger now. “He’s so cute, and he’s the one who gave me this heart badge I’ve been wearing, and I just can’t believe he likes me back, and he’s just so adorable and amazing and…”

He was staring off into space with a dreamy expression. Marinette couldn’t help but giggle a little. Kim had always secretly been a dreamy dork for as long as she had known him, despite him trying to act otherwise, so it was nice to see him finally embrace this side of himself thanks to Max.

“…I should probably stop now,” Kim said eventually, blushing. “Sorry. I just like him a lot. Um, I’m gonna leave now…”

“See you later, say hi to Max for us,” Alya said, a smirk on her face.

“W-what? Who said I was gonna go see Max right now?”

“No one. But you are, aren’t you?”

“Maybe…”

“Oh, just go hang out with your boyfriend already!”

Kim did not need to be told twice. He sped off out of the room with his phone. Alya immediately wheeled round to face Marinette.

“Sentenced to execution, huh?”

“I was just panicking a lot earlier, I’m sorry,” Marinette mumbled. “I know Kim wouldn’t really do anything like that…”

“That being said, maybe don’t steal people’s phones next time?”

Marinette nodded. “I will never steal another phone in my life. I promise.”

“Good.”

Kim did indeed go to see Max, though it was partially for practical reasons too. The poisoned chocolates were still looming on his mind, and any second spent not in someone’s company or not doing homework, all he could think about was how much danger he was in. Here in daylight hours it seemed so much more far-fetched – someone who he had never even met was trying to kill him! But it was still terrifying. More so, now that there had been time for it to sink in.

At least Max’s calming influence would help. Spending time with anyone would be preferable to spending time alone with nothing to do, really. And plus, having a sweetheart was really quite nice so far, so he may as well go talk to him…

“Kim, just the person I wanted to see!” Max said as soon as he opened the door. “I’ve been doing some research about the International Alliance and I think it would be beneficial for you to learn about it in more detail.”

So Max was going to talk to him about nerdy things? Yes! Kim just loved listening to Max’s precious voice, he always had done even before falling in love with him. Something about it was just so… soothing. Magical.

“Come in, sit down.”

Max held Kim’s hand and pulled him into the room. It was clear that Max had been doing a lot of research indeed – there were books and pieces of paper strewn all over the floor, not enough space for the desk to hold everything. They sat down on the floor leaning against the side of the bed, much like the other night in Alya’s room.

“If you’re going to join the International Alliance, you have to know a bit about how it works,” Max began. He was still holding onto Kim’s hand, his thumb brushing over it lightly, which was a little distracting. Kim ignored it and tried to focus. “Although the country that founded it was Alix’s, that was a long time ago and leadership has changed hands several times due to popular vote. Currently the leader is Queen Sol of Nubia.”

Kim nodded. He remembered Queen Sol very well. She was that kind, motherly one who had been at the peace conference and watched the lacrosse match. Thank goodness the International Alliance had someone like her as a leader, someone nice, someone who already liked Kim despite his troublemaker personality.

“The International Alliance has several member states that are rather more influential than the rest,” Max continued. “These are the ones whose leaders you should talk to, to get them to agree that Lê Chiến would be an excellent new member to the group. The countries you need to work on ‘impressing’, as such, would be mine, Alix’s, Queen Sol’s, and possibly the Lahiffe Kingdom too. You don’t have to worry about Alix, obviously, she’s already on your side, and I’m sure both Nino and I can get our families to agree. It’s Queen Sol who you will need to work on.”

That wasn’t so bad. At the peace conference she had even said that maybe Kim’s country would be a part of the International Alliance someday. Surely it wouldn’t be very hard to persuade her.

“Unfortunately the new member initiations do not officially take place until September, at which point we will be back at school, and of course you would have to avoid dying before then. But you can get all the paperwork sorted out earlier, such as in the spring and summer holidays, so then you don’t have to worry about it. And of course, I will be coming with you in the spring holidays to help you with anything that you need.”

Kim gave Max’s hand a little squeeze. “You’d really do that for me?”

Max smiled fondly at him, squeezing his hand in return. “Of course I would. I love you.”

How… how could Max just say something like that so casually? Kim was half sure that his brain was melting, or burning, or malfunctioning, or something, and Max was just too sweet, too good for him…

“Oh, and another thing. The spring dance is still a month or so away, I know that, but I would very much like to go with you, considering that we’re sweethearts now and it’s customary.”

Max was asking him to the dance? Kim had known they would be going together, but it was still so far away. And Max was asking him already. Already! And in that typical, matter-of-fact Max style!

“Kim?” Max gave him a nudge with his elbow. “I think I killed you. You’re blushing a lot. It’s very cute.”

Cute!!! Max had called him cute!!!

“Yes!” Kim said suddenly. “Um… yes. I’ll go to the dance with you. Of course.”

“Fantastic! I know it’s a proper formal dance so we won’t be able to do that jive-swing thing you treated Chloé and I to at the opening for the school’s new wing, but it’ll still be better to go with you than with anyone else.”

Why was every single word Max was saying just so nice? Kim would never tire of it. He watched as Max leaned his head on Kim’s arm, the sweetest little smile on his face, felt Max absent-mindedly fiddling with their intertwined fingers, so soothing, so calming, like the world of poison and assassination and war was a million lightyears away.

But still, as flustered as he was, he had to say something. Max wasn’t the only smooth one around, of course.

“Are you gonna wear those green robes you wore at the Peace Ball?” he asked. “’Cause honestly, you looked amazing, and I don’t think I quite managed to tell you properly.”

Max chuckled. “I will if you want me to.”

“I don’t mind!”

“Well then, I will.”

Kim glanced at the clock – he had been planning on going to the gym around this time, though not the treadmills of course. Marinette’s phone theft had distracted him for a while and he was behind schedule. Well, time to get back on track!

He scooped Max into his arms and stood up. “I’m going to the gym, you wanna come with me?”

Max was looking up at him in silence, totally starstruck. Haha, yes! Flustered Max! He had done it! Maybe he should pick up Max like this more often.

“You don’t have to actually do any exercise,” he added, before leaning much closer and whispering, “you can just watch me work out. I’ll be wearing sporty clothes. I know I’m not the only one who think tank tops look good on people, right?”

He put on a dazzling smile and raised an eyebrow for maximum effect. It seemed to have worked, since Max was staring up at him rather dreamily and still seemed too stunned to say anything. Finally Max laughed a little and hid his face in the fabric of Kim’s shirt.

“Alright, I’ll go to the gym with you, I can’t say no when you’re giving me that look…”

“What, this look?” He waited until Max was looking at him again before winking at him as charismatically as he could. Max just started laughing again.

“Oh, Kim! For the record, you don’t need to try to impress me, I’m already impressed. Though your attempts are very cute.”

Max had called him cute again! People very rarely called him that, or at least, not since he was a little kid. Once he got older he was considered far too much of a rebel to be cute. But Max… Max thought he was cute…

And now Max put his arms around his neck and said, “So are we going to the gym then, sweetie?”

Pffffff. Sweetie was such a lame nickname. Kim tried to ignore the fact that he was the one who had started calling Max that in the first place, just saying it without thinking. It was lame. So very lame, and adorable, and cheesy, and absolutely perfect for a precious, beautiful sweetheart like Max…

“Yeah,” Kim said, holding Max a little closer. “But I’m not carrying you all the way there.”

“That’s fair enough. I’m sure I can walk all that way. I’m not quite that unfit, you know.”

“You’re perfect, that’s what you are.”

Seeing Max’s flustered little smile sent his heart soaring. A little reluctantly, he put him back down and settled for holding his hand instead. Part of him wanted to kiss Max again, but they had already kissed three times in the past three days, was that considered too much? Was he allowed to kiss him again? Would that be too cheesy? Was he acting like some stereotypical teenager for wanting more kisses?

He needn’t have worried. Max, almost as if he knew what Kim was thinking, stretched up onto tiptoes and gently kissed him once more. It was too good, too addicting, but Kim pulled away before he would never be able to. He was supposed to be taking his sweetheart to the gym, not standing here kissing him!

“Let’s just go,” he said, running a hand through his hair and wondering if Max could tell how weirdly high he felt after every kiss. It was something he doubted he could put into words. Instead he held Max’s hand tight and pulled him along with him, out of the door and towards the gym.

#i'm not sorry for how stupid this chapter is #it's mostly unnecessary but also it had to happen at some point for my own sanity #marinette... has to do the Meme Thing #royalty au #miraculous ladybug #le chien kim #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #max kante #kimax #the misadventures of prince kim #random stuff #aish writes

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summerfitzy · 7 years

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courting miss sætre (3/6)

Fandom: SKAM Ship: Noora x William Summary: Miss Noora Sætre has ambitions of spinsterhood; Mr. William Magnusson has other ideas.

(The wildly anachronistic regency era au that literally no one asked for)

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Norman Ames’s first novel had entranced London from its first sentence to its last period. The thick volume sat in every bookstore, every household, and on most every bedside table for months. It dominated drawing room conversation and literary debates. It shocked and offended and awed and addicted and, most of all, intrigued.

Everyone knew that Norman Ames was a pseudonym. Everyone believed they knew why too. Cecilia was, by every measure, a scandal clad in print; a chronicle of every topic scorned by polite conversation and feasted upon by closed-door-gossip. Ames had woven a common enough story, the ruin of an innocent girl—yet in a way that sympathized with her even in her worst moments.

Unheard of. Enthralling. Even readers who went red in the face over the book’s politics and societal censure could not put it down from cover page to back cover. Those readers might have keeled over altogether had they discovered that the most shocking, most popular novel of the year had been written by a young, single woman.

(No one could ever discover that. No one would ever believe that a young, single woman could write such a convincing picture of sexual awakening and social ruin without having experienced it for herself.)

It pained Noora, on a visceral level, to write under a man’s name—but she needed the book to sell as well as literarily possible, and she wished to remain relatively unknown. The fact that Mr. Vasquez had lent his publishing connections to her, that Eva had convinced him to act as a go-between, came as nothing short of a miracle.

And Noora was not in the habit of taking miracles for granted—certainly not the money she had made through her writing. The ability to support herself without her parents, without a husband, had always sounded like a pretty, Christmas Eve dream. The kind that crept behind a child’s eyes before she hurried down the stairs the next day, only to discover a pile of impersonal presents.

No matter how many book payments she opened, Noora would never lose the thrill of unwrapping something she truly wanted.

A candle burned in the corner as Noora kept scribbling and scribbling, late into the night. She could not know that her second novel would do quite as well… only that it would stir just as much controversy. Especially in London. Her first book had picked at the mores of country life; this one would illuminate the unfairness of the Season for its debutantes.

The last several weeks had provided plenty of fodder. The last day had provided even more.

(Noora wondered if a character named William would fool anyone.)

Over the next week, Noora suffered several more invitations to dance from William Magnusson. The usual interaction went something like so:

“Shall we dance a waltz?”

“I’ve hurt my foot.”

A glance at her dance card. “You’re dancing the sets before and after.”

A shrug.

She received several more calls from him too. Noora refused them all. His cards sat beside her manuscript, tucked away out of sight—along with the messages he left scrawled on them.

Words no one else should see.

You were the prettiest girl in the room last night and What do I have to do to convince you to dance with me? and Bloody hell, you’re so beautiful.

As for the most hidden, the most secret, the most worrisome of them all: You had ink on your hands the other day. No shock that you’re a bluestocking.

Comments about her beauty—Noora had grown used to those, vain as she felt admitting it. Maybe her heart sped, on occasion, at the proof that William Magnusson thought her so pretty, but reality always slowed it soon enough. He thought she was pretty because she kept evading him. Because she was a novelty who did not care about marrying him.

Observations about her ink-stained hand—she could not trust him with those.

Noora had to remember that he thought her a pretty, diverting game. Nothing more.

(The novel was almost finished. She would not rewrite hundreds of pages to weave in a character named William. She would not.)

(She didn’t. She named him Willhelm.)

Though Mr. Magnusson kept creeping into Noora’s writing and head and sights, she could not forget that Mr. Schistad deserved her fuller attention. William had not actually done anything to her, other than heat her blood like a raging teakettle.

Christoffer Schistad, however, persisted in doing plenty—namely, flirting with Eva at every possible opening. Noora did not know what to make of the fact that Eva persisted in letting him, in smiling at him like she wanted him to carry on.

So, when Noora sought William Magnusson out again, she only did so for Eva’s sake.

“Miss Noora Amalie Sætre,” he said through a smile when he saw her. “Have you changed your mind about our dance?”

Noora crossed her arms. Her full name seemed to have become a loophole for him, a way of uttering her Christian name without propriety’s—or her—permission.

(Arrogant cad.)

“Have you changed your mind about speaking to Mr. Schistad?”

William’s eyes rolled up towards the ceiling before sliding back down to meet hers. “He’s my friend, not my servant. I appreciate your confidence in my authority, but it doesn’t extend to him.” A beat. “Or to you, apparently.”

“So you’re not going to do anything,” Noora summarized.

Ballroom chatter buzzed behind and around them. Footsteps too. So many reminders that they had a swarm of people surrounding them—and yet Noora could only register William’s voice, kept low so as to elude any ears save their own. “I didn’t say that.”

“So you will do something?”

“I didn’t say that either.”

Noora was half-tempted to drop her arms, just for the satisfaction of crossing them again. “What do you want?” she asked, forced herself to ask, finally.

He stared at her.

There was blushing, there was ‘flying one’s colors,’ and then there was the pink heating her cheeks at present.

“If I speak to Chris again,” he said, “we will take that stroll through Hyde Park together.”

Noora bit her lip.

“And,” he added, “you will stop ‘hurting your foot’ every time I ask you to dance.”

He sounded so exasperated there that Noora had to bite down on her lip even harder, just to stab her smile away. “Perhaps I’m injury prone.”

“The first dance of the night.” His mouth curved too. “Do we have a deal, Miss Sætre?”

Noora let her lower lip, pinched thoroughly colorless now, slip free from her teeth. She glanced over to the other side of the room—and saw Christoffer Schistad standing considerably too close to Eva as he smirked something too close to her ear. As she laughed back.

She shifted her glance slightly. As Jonas Vasquez stood by the room’s threshold, squinting at them.

“Yes,” she said, sighed. “We have a deal.”

(She no longer had to wonder what William Magnusson’s grin looked like.)

Hyde Park offered a good deal of loveliness in early summer. So much green beneath them in the grass, blue above them in the sky, blue beyond them in the water. Cheery flowers and leafy trees swaying around them in the soft breeze.

Noora had crossed her arms the minute she’d first begun to enjoy the weather, and hadn’t uncrossed them yet. Of course Mr. Magnusson would choose a pleasant day for their stroll—a day when half the ton would be out strolling too, taking note of the title-less, connection-less, wealth-less girl with whom he had chosen to spend his afternoon.

At least he had brought one of his more matronly maids to chaperone, albeit from a few steps behind them.

“My grandmother used to take me here,” William said, interrupting the nature-chirped quiet that had settled between them, “when I was younger.” He pointed to the wavering shallows of the Serpentine River. “She told me that the river had sea monsters lurking beneath the surface so that I’d stop trying to swim in it.” A beat, a crook of his lips. “I was terrified.”

Noora said nothing, gave him nothing. She hadn’t promised him her conversation, only her presence.

“I think she felt guilty eventually,” he went on, “because she told me later that there were beautiful things too. Mermaids, naiads—water nymphs.”

“I know what naiads are,” she interrupted, then pressed her lips together. As though it mattered whether or not he thought her intelligent.

His lips crooked even more curved. “Of course.”

As though he knew anything about her. “Do you think this will charm me?”

He blinked. “This?”

“This,” she repeated, waving a hand through the air. “Your childhood story about your grandmother, the sunny day in the park. Do you think we’re in a Jane Austen novel?”

“Jane Austen writes romances,” he said. “Do you think we are?”

Noora considered looking up at the sun, just to blind herself to his blatant amusement, but settled for tilting her eyes to the top of an unusually tall tree instead. “No.” A pause. “And her books aren’t only romances. She writes social critiques.”

“Like you do.”

Her breath, her composure, her feet—they all stumbled at once. Noora might have stumbled right over the utterly flat, utterly groomed ground, had William not darted a hand out to steady her. His arms anchored her waist for a slip of a second—long enough for her to feel how unexpectedly strong, unexpectedly hard they were, even through the sleeves of his tailcoat.

“I’m assuming,” he amended. He dropped his arms and palms from her muslin.

(The solid warmth of both still haunted her abdomen.)

“Why?” she did her best to reestablish her footing and her voice. “Because I happened to have ink stained hands one afternoon?”

William pointed to her gown’s grass-stained hem with his eyes.

Noora bit back a sigh. Fine. So perhaps she had not reacted with the utmost subtlety. “There was a branch. And I was writing a letter to a friend before you called. One of the women you’ve used.”

When he squinted at her, she knew it had nothing to do with the beaming sun.

“Miss Vilde Lien? You made her think you were going to offer for her.”

He ducked beneath a crooked tree branch. “How did I do that?”

"You—you danced with her. And flirted with her. You made her think that you liked her.”

Daylight seemed to glint from William’s eyes when he caught hers. “Is it my fault if a person can’t tell the difference between politeness and interest?”

She couldn’t understand how he’d made it so challenging to look away from him, to retort, to believe her own words when she spoke next. “You could have been polite without leading her on.” But Noora had spent the beginning of the Season bemoaning the fact that Vilde could not read Mr. Magnusson’s obvious lack of intentions towards her. He had a point.

“Miss Lien seems fine now.”

He had a point there too. Noora kept silent rather than admit so aloud.

“Is that all you write?” William asked, once it became clear that Noora did not mean to say anything more. “Letters to Miss Lien?” At some point, they had ambled over to the shore of the river. At another point, they seemed to have stopped there.

Noora wished a hard breeze would push him in. “Why do you care?”

A family of ducks waddled and quacked behind him, oblivious to the tension ironing the air above them. “How else will we get to know each other?”

“You don’t care about getting to know me.” He wanted her admiration, because he could not conceive of a woman’s indifference to him. That was all.

But he did not so much as pause before replying, “Yes, I do.” He did not smirk either. His face did not move at all, but remained as still as the rest of his body, exhaling an emotion that Noora refused to call earnestness.

She swallowed. “Tell me something about yourself then,” she said, then told herself she’d only opened her mouth to crack the intensity of his regard. “Something real.”

That startled him out of his stillness. He deliberated for a moment, before raising one hand into her view and pulling off its leather glove with the other. Ink-stains smudged his fingers.

She’d assumed he would say something cocky, something cliché, something she could scorn him for. “You write?” Noora hated that he’d surprised her.

A small smirk. “You know I write.”

“You did not stain your fingers like that leaving calling cards for me.”

He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “Why should I tell you what I write, if you won’t tell me?”

Because ‘unfulfilled curiosity’ and ‘withheld knowledge’ swished like wine in Noora’s mouth—which might have sounded like a compliment, if one were unaware of Noora’s inability to handle even a glass of elder wine. “Is it love poetry?” she asked, a twinge of humor sneaking onto her tongue despite her best efforts at swallowing it. “Is that why you’re so popular?”

He shook his head and his smile down at the ground. “I don’t write love poetry.”

“Love songs then?”

His eyes rose back to hers. Definitely smiling. “Would you like me to write you a love song, Miss Sætre?”

“No.” And then, because she couldn’t push the banter back down her throat: “I enjoy music too much.”

Laughter wrote itself onto the lines of William’s face, but didn’t leak from his mouth. “Would you like me to dedicate a travel journal to you?”

If they were still walking, surprise might have stolen her footing again. “A travel journal?”

“Yes.” Once she gave him her attention and her gaze, he refused to surrender either. “I spent the last year touring the Continent. That’s what I write about.”

She shouldn’t have asked. She shouldn’t have pushed. She really, really shouldn’t have, because Noora had several travel books on her shelves, all creased of spine, and would give anything to go to the places between their covers. “The whole Continent?”

“Let me tell you over a waltz some night.” A pause. “Your turn, Miss Sætre.”

And even though she shouldn’t give him the satisfaction or the advantage of a reply, of a single thought from her head… “I like drinking chocolate. More than tea or lemonade or champagne or any other drink.”

“Drinking chocolate,” he echoed.

“Especially once it’s gone cold.” The sleeves of her dress sighed against her shoulder blades when she shrugged. “Two facts about me.”

William remained motionless. He stood there, staring at her rather than out at the water, as the sun caught the gold in his dark locks and the smile flickering on his lips. His flickered grin.

For that breath of seamless, cloudless sunlight, Noora could not help but smile back.

#noorhelm #noora x william #william x noora #skam #fanfiction #otp: we have to be together #my writing #noorhelm regency era au

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angeliumjapan · 4 years

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What do you need to know about having a bitcoin wallet on your computer?

Below you can download the original bitcoin wallet, or client, in Windows or Mac format. These are not just wallets, but are in fact part of the bitcoin network. They will receive, store, and send your bitcoins. You can create one or more addresses with a click (an address is a number that looks like this: 1LyFcQatbg4BvT9gGTz6VdqqHKpPn5QBuk). You will see a field where you can copy and paste a number like this from a person you want to send money to and off it will go directly into that person's wallet. You can even create a QR code which will let someone take a picture with an app on their phone and send you some bitcoin. It is perfectly safe to give these out - the address and QR code are both for my donations page. Feel free to donate!

NOTE: This type of wallet acts both as a wallet for you and as part of the bitcoin system. The reason bitcoin works is that every transaction is broadcast and recorded as a number across the entire system (meaning that every transaction is confirmed and made irreversible by the network itself). Any computer with the right software can be part of that system, checking and supporting the network. This wallet serves as your personal wallet and also as a support for that system. Therefore, be aware that it will take up 8-9 gigabytes of your computer's memory. After you install the wallet, it will take as much as a day for the wallet to sync with the network. This is normal, does not harm your computer, and makes the system as a whole more secure, so it's a good idea.

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Bitcoin Qt

The original wallet.

This is a full-featured wallet: create multiple addresses to receive bitcoins, send bitcoins easily, track transactions, and back up your wallet.

Outside of the time it takes to sync, this is a very easy to use option.

Search for Bitcoin Qt wallet download to find their site.

Armory

Runs on top of Bitcoi Qt, so it has all of the same syncing requirements.

Armory allows you to back up, encrypt, and the ability to store your bitcoins off line.

Search for Bitcoin Armory Wallet to find their site.

If you don't want to have that much memory used or don't want to wait for your wallet to sync, there are good wallets that do not make you sync the entire history of bitcocin:

Multibit

A lightweight wallet that syncs quickly. This is very good for new users.

Search for Bitcoin Multibit Wallet to find their site.

Electum

In addition to being quick and light, this wallet allows you to recover lost data using a passcode.

Search for Bitcoin Electum Wallet to find their site.

After you get the wallet set up, take a few minutes clicking around. Things to look for:

o There will be a page that shows you how many bitcoins are currently in your wallet. Keep in mind that bitcoins can be broken up into smaller pieces, so you may see a decimal with a lot of zeros after it. (Interesting note, 0.00000001 is one Satoshi, named after the pseudonymous creator of bitcoin).

o There will be an area showing what your recent transactions are.

o There will be an area where you can create an address and a QR code (like the one I have above). You don't need the QR code if you don't want it, but if you run a business and you want to accept bitcoin, then all you'll need to do to accept payment is to show someone the QR code, let them take a picture of it, and they will be able to send you some money. You will also be able to create as many addresses as you like, so if you want to track where the money is coming from, you could have a separately labeled address from each one of your payees.

o There will be an area with a box for you to paste a code when you want to send money to someone or to yourself on an exchange or different wallet.

There will be other options and features, but to start out with, these are the items that you should know about.

Getting Your First Bitcoins

Congratulations! You have just entered the bitcoin economy.

To get your feet a little wetter, you can go panning for gold. There are a number of services and websites out there that will pay you in bitcoin to do things like go to certain websites, fill out online surveys, or watch sponsored videos. These are harmless, and you can earn a few extra bitcoins this way, but it is important to remember that these are businesses that get paid when people click on the links on their sites. They are essentially kicking back a portion of what they get paid to you. There is nothing illegal, or even immoral about this (you might like what you see and make a purchase!), but they are frequently flashy and may not be completely straightforward. All the ones that I have tried (particularly site.angelium.net) have paid out as advertised. It is interesting to experiment with these, but even with the likely rise in the value of bitcoin, you won't become a millionaire doing this. So, unless you are an advertisement junkie, I would recommend you move on. If you would like to try, simply Google "free bitcoins" or something along those lines and you will find numerous sites.

Buying Bitcoin Hand-to-Hand

Finally, this is going to be the real test of bitcoin. Can people easily trade them back and forth? If this can't happen, then there can't really be a bitcoin economy because retailers won't be able to use it. If retailers can't use it, what earthly good is it? Fortunately, this is not really a problem. iPhone is a bit of a hold out, but many smartphones have apps (mobile wallets) that will read QR codes and allow you to send bitcoin to whomever you want. You can also display a QR code of your address, or even carry a card in your wallet with your QR code to let people send bitcoin to you. Depending on what kind of wallet you have, you can then check to see if the bitcoins have been received.

A couple of things to note:

You may have a bitcoin Meetup in your area.

You can check out site.angelium.net to find people near you who are interested in buying or selling.

Some are trying to start up local street exchanges across the world. These are called Buttonwoods after the first street exchange established on Wall Street in 1792 under a buttonwood tree. See if there is one, or start one, in your area.

See if you have any friends who would like to try bitcoins out. Actually, the more people who start using bitcoin, the larger and more successful it will be come. So please tell two friends!

Some people ask if it is possible to buy physical bitcoins. The answer to this is both a yes and a no. Bitcoin, by its very nature, is a digital currency and has no physical form. However, there are a couple of ways that you can practically hold a bitcoin in your hands:

Cascascius Coins: These are the brainchild of Mike Caldwell. He mints physical coins and then embeds the private keys for the bitcoins inside them. You can get the private key by peeling a hologram from the coin which will then clearly show that the coin has been tampered with. Mike has gone out of his way to ensure that he can be trusted. These are a good investment strategy as in the years to come it may be that these coins are huge collector's items.

Paper Wallets: A paper wallet just means that rather than keeping the information for your bitcoin stored in a digital wallet, you print the key information off along with a private key and keep it safe in a safe, in a drawer, or in your mattress (if you like). This is highly recommended and cost effective system for keeping your bitcoin safe. Keep in mind, though, that someone could steal them or if your house burns, they will go with the house and there will be no way to get them back. Really, no different than cash. Also, as with Casascius Coins, they will not really be good for spending until you put them back into the computer.

* There is software to make printing your paper wallets easier. site.angelium.net is one of the best and includes a good tutorial about how to use them.

* The bitcoins are not actually in the wallet, they are still on the web. In fact, the outside of the wallet will have a QR code that will allow you ship coins to the wallet any time you like.

* The sealed part of the wallet will have the private key without which you cannot access the coins. Therefore, only put as many coins on the wallet as you want to be inaccessible. You will not be able to whip this thing out and take out a few coins to buy a cup of coffee. Rather, think of it as a piggy bank. To get the money, you have to smash it. It is possible to take out smaller amounts, but at this point the security of the wallet is compromised and it would be easier for someone to steal the coins. Better to have them all in or out.

* People who use paper wallets are usually security conscious, and there are a number of ways for the nefarious in the world to hack your computer. Site.angelium.net gives a lot of good advice about how to print your wallets securely.

Some people have also asked about buying bitcoins on eBay. Yes, it is possible, but they will be far overpriced. So, selling on eBay might seem to be a better option given the extreme markup over market value you might see. But, as with anything that is too good to be true, this is too good to be true. As I will explain in the next section, selling bitcoin this way is just way too risky.

How Not to Buy Bitcoin

In the next section, I am going to explain a couple of key points about buying from Bitcoin Exchanges. Before I do, let me give you a warning.

A short history lesson: When people first started setting up actual business based on bitcoin, they used all of the tools available to any merchant. They sold by credit card and PayPal. The problem with this business model was quickly spotted: bitcoin transactions are not reversible by anyone except the recipient of the money. Credit cards and PayPal have strong buyer protection policies that make it relatively easy for people to request a chargeback. So, nefarious individuals realized this and began making purchases of bitcoin and then sooner or later requesting a chargeback. And, since bitcoin is a non-physical product, sent by new and poorly understood technological means, the sellers were not able to contest this. Because of this, sellers stopped accepting credit cards and PayPal.

This was a big problem for the currency: How to move money between buyers and seller? Some business emerged that would credit you with bitcoin if you wired them money. Very often these businesses would give addresses in Albania, Poland, or Russia. The fact is that many of these did work and there are a lot of stories on the forums of people who bought bitcoins this way. But it took a lot of time and in the meantime the buyer just had to bite his or her fingernails wondering if they would get their bitcoins or kiss their investment goodbye.

I expect that as bitcoin becomes more acceptable and valuable, we are going to see a version of the Nigerian Prince scam. So the warning is this: we now have exchanges and other businesses that allow for moving money easily onto and off of exchanges. Never wire money for bitcoin. It was a short-lived, and well-forgotten, moment in the history of bitcoin.

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https://angelium.net

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https://wallet.angelium.net

Facebook

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Twitter

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Telegram (English)

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https://t.me/AngeliumChinese

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https://t.me/angelium_jp

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This rule advocates the best blockchain books and that fifty% of your portfolio should be in Bitcoin, 25% in large market cap coins, and the remaining 25% in small market cap coins. CryptosRUs has all the time taken the position that range is strength, therefore the 50/25/25 rule. Bitcoin currency involves take a monopoly position in the cryptocurrency scene. Bitcoin Maximalists believe that the underlying blockchain can be an important issue to take under consideration on the time of judging why Bitcoin is the ’best’ cryptocurrency in the market. In December 2016, I opened a Coinbase account to purchase Bitcoin. Nonetheless, maybe one of the vital compelling arguments towards Bitcoin maximalism is that it is a “maximalist” place. There isn't a want for the absolute position taken by maximalists. There can be the network effect of Bitcoin as a medium of trade and investment. Bitcoin Maximalists are aware of these shortcomings therefore the idea for a combined community with aspect chains was proposed.

There are just a few different arguments which are made by the Bitcoin maximalists which might be extra practical than theoretical. Nonetheless the place the maximalists differ from the remainder of the Crypto Area is that maximalists imagine that Bitcoin will adopt those features and that's actually what I imagine. Despite falling sufferer to fraudsters within the area and having only one Bitcoin left, the man affectionately known as “Woz” is declaring his perception in the potential of Satoshi Nakamoto’s creation. You probably have been within the cryptocurrency area long enough, you'll have heard the words Bitcoin maximalist being used every so often. We aren't Bitcoin maximalists, a time period that implies something else may be better and a term invented by an enemy of sound cash, Vitalik Buterin, to vilify us. In the case of Bitcoin, the argument states that not solely does the community develop into extra highly effective with increased users, the market turns into much more liquid as the variety of traders enhance that are exclusively buying and selling Bitcoin.

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Much less adoption for Bitcoin, they claim, is a much less secure cryptocurrency ecosystem. In the cryptocurrency space, you’ll hear all types of names that crypto fans use to explain themselves. Capital inflows through ICOs will slow down. The best what customers can do is to make leveraged funding in Bitcoin fairly than using different coins. Taking a stance on anything that requires adherence to just one maxim will be restrictive to progress. He saw that one normal would emerge and the competitors would arise on that customary. He bought some Bitcoins at the time, however he has since offered all but one. Although they know that it has some points such as scalability with the best blockchain books issues and lack of good contracts, they are satisfied that in the future Bitcoin would offer all the things what buyers are searching for. You are MISTAKEN, FERDOUS . For instance, zkSNARKs, which are the privacy enhancing feature of ZCash, couldn't be added.

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August 13th. For some, the concurrent phenomenon of bitcoin’s return to over 50 % market share was inevitable. The swing of the pendulum within the blockchain world has taken a pure progression from the largely unregulated markets of ICOs of last yr, with STOs now developing as the antidote and regulated counterweight to the market. Solar Alternate members all over the world are earning cryptocurrency whereas photo voltaic powering companies and communities in emerging markets. Whereas vital, its decline begins to look higher when put within the context of other massive cap currencies. But Bitcoin is a better store of value.” Bitcoin has a tough cap of 21 million coins that can ever be issued—it is digital gold, the story goes. Because of the inherent fallibility of these base assumptions, Bitcoin maximalism is hardwired for self-destruction. So the title itself was already an attempt at self irony with a view to current maximalism as a religious thing. These complications imply that single-chain maximalism just isn't a necessary outcome.

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There are a number of different arguments that are made by the Bitcoin maximalists which can be more sensible than theoretical. Nonetheless where the maximalists differ from the rest of the Crypto Space is that maximalists imagine that Bitcoin will undertake these options and that is actually what I consider. Despite falling sufferer to fraudsters in the area and having only one Bitcoin left, the man affectionately referred to as “Woz” is declaring his belief in the potential of Satoshi Nakamoto’s creation. In case you have been within the cryptocurrency area long enough, you will have heard the phrases Bitcoin maximalist getting used sometimes. We aren't Bitcoin maximalists, a term that implies one thing else may be better and a term invented by an enemy of sound money, Vitalik Buterin, to vilify us. In the case of Bitcoin, the argument states that not solely does the network change into extra highly effective with elevated users, the market turns into much more liquid as the variety of traders improve which might be exclusively trading Bitcoin.

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Extra devices means extra connections, and therefore extra worth to the community. As protocols change into more advanced, the tougher it's to exhibit 100% provable safety. It was a simple process: Google "purchase Bitcoin", click on on Coinbase link, register an account, deposit from the bank and buy. What I used to be not ready for was the choice to purchase Etheruem too. Efficient cash will emerge off chain based on The Bitcoin Commonplace simply as environment friendly money emerged off chain based on The Gold Normal. In essence, they declare that this will permit for improvement of a separate chain that will share the supply of Bitcoin. ICO-funded initiatives. So as to add insult to damage, the lack of scalability and tooling continues to decelerate new dapp growth (which is desperately needed to support the assorted projects in the ICO-funded ecosystem). It’s unimaginable to predict cycles, but it actually feels like we’re coming into the “trough of disillusionment” within the ICO ecosystem (pulling down ETH with it).

Much less adoption for Bitcoin, they claim, is a much less secure cryptocurrency ecosystem. Within the cryptocurrency space, you’ll hear all sorts of names that crypto enthusiasts use to describe themselves. Capital inflows through ICOs will decelerate. The most effective what users can do is to make leveraged funding in Bitcoin quite than utilizing different coins. Taking a stance on something that requires adherence to just one maxim might be restrictive to growth. He saw that one standard would emerge and the competitors would come up on that standard. He bought some Bitcoins on the time, however he has since bought all however one. Although they know that it has some points reminiscent of scalability with the best blockchain books issues and lack of smart contracts, they're satisfied that sooner or later Bitcoin would supply the whole lot what buyers are looking for. You're MISTAKEN, FERDOUS . For example, zkSNARKs, that are the privateness enhancing function of ZCash, couldn't be added.

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August 13th. For some, the concurrent phenomenon of bitcoin’s return to over 50 % market share was inevitable. The swing of the pendulum in the blockchain world has taken a natural progression from the largely unregulated markets of ICOs of final yr, with STOs now arising as the antidote and regulated counterweight to the market. Solar Exchange members everywhere in the world are earning cryptocurrency whereas photo voltaic powering businesses and communities in rising markets. Whereas important, its decline starts to look better when put in the context of best books on blockchain bitcoin other giant cap currencies. But Bitcoin is a better store of worth.” Bitcoin has a hard cap of 21 million coins that will ever be issued—it is digital gold, the story goes. Due to the inherent fallibility of those base assumptions, Bitcoin maximalism is hardwired for self-destruction. So the title itself was already an try at self irony in an effort to present maximalism as a religious factor. These complications imply that single-chain maximalism will not be a mandatory consequence.

Over time, its security (complete hash power) has additionally increased, which additionally means that each time it survives assaults, folks will begin to trust it increasingly more, therefore fortifying its position and growing its life expectancy. Crypto will disrupt, however it can take some time, and it could shape up fairly in a different way to how it appears to be like now. In keeping with this stance, Bitcoin is the one true cryptocurrency, as it was the original one; the alpha coin, if you'll. For example, on December 9, the Bitcoin proponent and present host Max Keiser explained on Twitter that the protesters may induce a real French banking crisis by withdrawing funds and depositing them into bitcoin. For instance, Bitcoin Money has a larger block measurement, Litecoin has faster transaction speeds, and Monero has higher privacy per transaction. The pseudonymous bitcoin maximalist wrote to the CFTC saying bitcoin invented perfect decentralisation, and all different cryptocurrencies just co-opted it for the purposes of buzzword profiteering with the best blockchain books.

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