As far back as Ben Franklin's time some had a very narrow view of what America should be.

Benjamin Franklin, in 1751, referring to the Swedes, French and other Europeans as insufficiently white, and expressing his growing annoyance at the German immigration boom:

[W]hy should the Palatine Boors be suffered to swarm into our Settlements and, by herding together, establish their Language and Manners, to the Exclusion of ours? Why should Pennsylvania, founded by the English, become a Colony of Aliens, who will shortly be so numerous as to Germanize us instead of our Anglifying them, and will never adopt our Language or Customs any more than they can acquire our Complexion?

Which leads me to add one Remark, that the Number of purely white People in the World is proportionably very small. All Africa is black or tawny; Asia chiefly tawny; America (exclusive of the new Comers) wholly so. And in Europe, the Spaniards, Italians, French, Russians, and Swedes, are generally of what we call a swarthy Complexion; as are the Germans also, the Saxons only excepted, who, with the English, make the principal Body of White People on the Face of the Earth. I could wish their Numbers were increased. And while we are, as I may call it, Scouring our Planet, by clearing America of Woods, and so making this Side of our Globe reflect a brighter Light to the Eyes of Inhabitants in Mars or Venus, why should we, in the Sight of Superior Beings, darken its People? Why increase the Sons of Africa, by planting them in America, where we have so fair an Opportunity, by excluding all Blacks and Tawneys, of increasing the lovely White and Red? But perhaps I am partial to the Complexion of my Country, for such Kind of Partiality is natural to Mankind.

The much younger Alexander Hamilton, perhaps the nation’s most famous and politically influential immigrant (he was born in the Danish West Indies and came to New York as a teen), also went on to express anti-immigrant tendencies. He supported the Alien and Sedition Acts, which helped consolidate power for his own political party. And in a series of pseudonymously-written essays, he warned of the dangers of absorbing and especially naturalizing too many foreigners.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/rampage/wp/2015/08/28/founding-fathers-trashing-immigrants/

Their designs go hard fr

the managers dont have profile pictures on cogs ink, and i wanted to make renders of what i think they would look like

also yes ben isnt using his updated model i was LAZY! and did not want to get it

sometimes I think about how much body spray graham is probably drenched in (and also how flammable that would make him)

Lenore Tawney Region of Fire 1964 India ink drawing

Artist and weaver Lenore Tawney at work on a tapestry, circa 1966.

insanity based ttcc doodles from the past few days

While I think it’s actually pretty easy to defend the platonic interpretation of Fitz and the Fool (at least on FItz’s part), there’s something that I can’t get past. 

For all the 'creature of sun and sky' and 'live happily ever after' and hand holding and 'you can not do this to me' and “Fitchivalry Farseer’ (A line that also feels more significant because its not shared with the Fool) I still think that the number one argument for Fitz having romantic or sexual feelings is 'My dream was dead in my arms.' 

Ignoring the inherent romanticism of that line (It’s very Disney. Literally. The remix version is in Tangled), the biggest and most damning factor here is that Fitz has never said this dream aloud. He’s never shared it with us. Or the Fool for that matter. It’s one of the instances where Fitz purposely omits or lies about something. (Like his memories of his mother, which he both claims not to have and also puts into the dragon). Because of this omission, the line stands out. It feels Honest and raw. At that point in the book he could have gone home. He was expected to go home, in fact. He had a life ready made to step into (as seen by the fact that he does step into it in the end) and yet...my dream was dead in my arms.  

It is an acknowledgement that Beloved is what Fitz wants for himself. More than anything or anyone else. Beloved is what he dreams of. And the fact that Fitz never explains this want is very suspicious.

The line remains to me the greatest evidence of Fitz's feelings. Because I’m not sure there’s a non-romantic explanation for referring to your deceased friend as ‘your dream'... And if there was a completely platonic explanation, I think Fitz would have used it. (Because he’s Fitz)  And it brings so much meaning to that last conversation because Fitz is so close to living this dream that he won't voice. I think in that last part of the book Fitz was so close to admitting how he felt to himself. (Personal theory that he did admit it during this time period and then quickly dismissed it again as soon as the Fool left.) It just...it gets to me.

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Part 2 of the stylizations/interpretations of the regional managers!!

This took me like 14 hours all together

Holy shit

Lenore Tawney, Red Circle, (pen and black and red inks on cream wove graph tracing paper), 1964 [The Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago, IL. © Lenore G. Tawney Foundation, New York, NY]

when she leans into your touch

i made this well over a year ago (september 2022) and never posted it here clash managers as batman villains who they are is written next to them u can zoom in to see it or smth

Another quick update. We’ve got 2 birds today. I think this is turning out pretty cool

— PART TWO of the Stylized Lore AU/Style AU !!

I had a ton of fun drawing these designs so much and I know I'm going to have even more of a blast drawing out each of their funny situations and interactions as well! Please stay tuned for the further development and further progress of this AU!