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scotianostra · 11 months

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On June 13th 1814 The Strathnaver Clearances began on the Sutherland estates. Families were given half an hour to remove their belongings before their cottages were set on fire.

Strathnaver was part of the estate of the Countess of Sutherland and her husband the Marquis of Stafford. They had decided to “improve” their lands by turning them over to profitable sheep farming and were intent on moving their tenants to new villages built on the coast.

From 1814, the evicitions were undertaken by the Sutherland Estate factor, Patrick Sellar. He was ruthless in his actions, destroying homes and burning crops to force people from their land. His actions were so extreme that in April 1816 Sellar stood trial in Inverness on a variety of charges including fire raising and culpable homicide. However, he was acquitted and returned to Strathnaver where he had leased a large area of the land to farm sheep.

There are the remains of many abandoned townships throughout the Strath, the best known of these being Rosal. This is mainly thanks to Donald Macleod, a native of that township, who witnessed the clearances and wrote passionately about them. He is remembered in a memorial close to the site of the settlement.

One of those affected by the clearances was Annie Mackay, who was a child at the time, years later she wrote the following poem

‘Twas not the beacon light of war, Nor yet the “slogan” cry, That chilled each heart, and blanched each cheek, In the country of Mackay, And made them march with weary feet, As men condemned to die.

Ah! had it been their country’s foe That they were called to brave, How loudly would the piobrachd sound, How proud their “bratach” wave; How joyfully each man would march, Tho’ marching to his grave.

No! ‘Twas a cruel, sad behest, An alien chief’s command, Depriving them of house and home, Their country and their land; Dealing a death-blow at their hearts, Binding the “strong right hand”.

Slowly and sadly, down the glen They took their weary way, The sun was shining overhead Upon that sweet spring day, And earth was throbbing with the life Of the great glad month of May.

The deer were browsing on the hills, And looked with wondering eye; The birds were singing their songs of praise, The smoke curled to the sky, And the river added its gentle voice To nature’s melody.

No human voice disturbed the calm, No answering smile was there, For men and women walked along, Mute pictures of despair; This was the last sad Sabbath they Would join in praise and prayer.

And men were there whose brows still bore The trace of many scars, Who oft their vigils kept with death Beneath the midnight stars, Where'er their country needed men, Brave men to fight her wars.

And grey-haired women tall and strong, Erect and full of grace, Meet mothers of a noble clan, A brave and stalwart race, And many a maiden young and fair, With pallid, tear-stained face.

They met upon the river’s brink, By the church so old and grey, They could not sit within its walls Upon this sunny day; The Heavens above would be their dome, And hear what they would say.

The preacher stood upon a bank, His face was pale and thin, And, as he looked upon his flock, His eyes with tears were dim, And they awhile forgot their grief, And fondly looked at him.

There are still people who underplay what happened during The Clearances, on e main denier is that eejit Neil Oliver, now many of you will know, and like the TV shows he has been involved in, but he is an absolute tool of a man, I should only have to point out he is employed by the right wing broadcaster GB News to show the mans mettle, but check out the article on this link for more on him

You can find more pics and info on the Clearances herehttp://www.abandonedcommunities.co.uk/page31.html

#scotland #scottish

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not-of-this-earth · 3 years

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RIP Tempest Storm (February 29, 1928 – April 20, 2021)

The Queen of Exotic Dancers

https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/obituaries/tempest-storm-dead/2021/04/21/9dd23354-a2c3-11eb-a774-7b47ceb36ee8_story.html

#burlesque #tempest storm #exotic dancer #annie blanche banks #actress

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austerulous-a · 3 years

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Listen, I’m not saying I want an outlaw AU, but –

#i kind of do #i’m not talking polished and practised gangsters #but winter-lean youths hopping from one stolen car to the next #the great depression means desperate times #desperate measures include robbing banks / stealing guns / breaking associates out of jail #getting lucky time and again #will annie wear a-line skirts or a suit?#i don’t know man but i want to find out #this may or may not be inspired by the fact one of my favourite youtubers is deep-diving the bonnie and clyde story atm #9 hours of content and counting #buck and blanche are out here breaking my heart #ajdkhwkgfw #ANYWAY if this appeals hmu #i’m back to work today and clearly i failed to catch up with what i owe on my two days off #but progress is definitely being made #hoping to pop onto discord later and finally catch up there at least #sorry for being a glacier in all things and keeping you lovelies waiting #happy tuesday everyone! ♡#‹ ooc: puffin speaks ›#✧ wishlist — ❛ now we are pinned to the wind I suppose ❜

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julesdap · 3 years

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come see what i’ve made of myself

AO3

14:13, ship time. Four hours since seizing the Carte Blanche. Sasha waits for Juno to wake.

Her once best friend is slouched in Buddy Aurinko’s office chair, and the blaster stun’s finally wearing off. He groans, face scrunching together as he blinks awake.

His first words come in a derisive scoff. He rolls his shoulders and neck, tugs at the electronic handcuffs linking his wrists to Aurinko’s bolted-down desk, and says, “C’mon. Really, Wire?��

Sasha’s not there, of course. Two agents are there, guarding him and providing Sasha access to a video feed and speaker.

I need to be there in a few minutes, Sasha notes absently. Left to his own devices and without a deal to uphold, Juno will almost certainly attempt to escape, even if it means having to fight two-on-one and then facing the rest of the agents outside blind. Reckless. Though Dark Matters agents are trained extensively in situations like this, Sasha won’t underestimate Juno’s sheer bloody-mindedness. Even Ilkay’s already tried it twice.

There’s a few moments of silence. Sasha can see Juno sizing it all up in that quick, split-second way he has: the stoic agents; the room he’s in; the only possible exit; the lack of his blaster versus how heavily the agents are armed; the amount of time that has elapsed since Sasha shot him. Then he tugs at the handcuffs again, a loud, deliberate movement.

“Real nice accommodations, this,” he says casually, a weak piece of bait. Testing. The agents don’t react at all, as per her orders; she wants to deal with Juno himself.

She can sense Juno’s wariness: He’s skilled in evading interrogation, in keeping his head in captivity, even regaining control—but with Dark Matters even he knows to watch his step.

“And in Buddy’s office, too. What, am I the current guest of honor? Have the others had their turn?”

Buddy. The name is said in a tone as familiar and comfortable as Sasha—you scared the hell out of me, Wire! Well, it’s not like she expected any different. She knew going in that Juno Steel had cooperated happily in every heist, had joined Aurinko’s crew of his own volition, and had even attended Aurinko’s wedding. And yet—

A muffled noise comes from outside. Juno’s face darkens on her small screen.

“Then again,” he mutters, eye flicking to the door, “Maybe not all that hospitable after all.”

From where Juno is stationed on the ship, Sasha surmises he hears little more than a faint voice in the distance. From where Sasha is standing, in what she believes to be Juno’s personal quarters, she can hear it much more clearly.

It’s Aurinko in the medbay nearby, her rapid-fire talk rising to a shout, broken up by a shocked cry of pain. Predictably, Ilkay reacts as well, raging at her guards with a furious scream.

She’ll deal with the cause of that later. Of all the detained suspects, Aurinko and Ilkay have been the most troublesome by far.

Privately, she sends a message to the rest of the agents stationed to guard: Keep the other suspects quiet. It’s paramount that Steel believes this negotiation can pass peacefully and bloodlessly so long as he cooperates.

The other rooms have already been searched, yielding poor results, and Juno’s is much of the same. This room has already been marked clear by a cadet, which means—well. Which means Sasha has no real reason to be here.

Juno’s room seems fairly standard. The same not-quite-mess she’s used to seeing from him, the same space for his comms and blaster on the nightstand, within easy reach. There’s a few scattered doodles which Sasha’s almost certain weren’t by Juno’s hand. What she’s more surprised by are the slightly fancier clothes mixed in with Juno’s usual wear in the closet—courtesy of Aurinko, no doubt—and a few shirts that wouldn’t fit Juno, but would certainly fit their missing suspect, if their information is right.

“Where’s my family?” Juno is saying, and Sasha’s not sure what to think of that word, or the protective note in his voice. “And what’s happening to them? You know, if Director W. thinks she can just ignore me and I’ll just give up without getting any answers, that’s kind of sad. You know me better than that, right, Sasha?” At her name, Sasha stiffens as though he’s seen her. But Juno would realize immediately, of course, that she’s listening.

I’m banking on your desperate stubbornness, actually, Sasha thinks. And your tendency to snap when you run out of options.

It’s as unnerving as it is reassuring, to hear the simple, righteous anger in Juno’s voice, as though he isn’t a wanted criminal, as though this isn’t Dark Matters custody. There might have been a time when Sasha would have shared it, would have matched his tone in a situation like this, but that was years and years ago, before she’d even become Subdirector, before the hard choices.

She makes one last circle around Juno’s room. They found nothing on Juno except for his blaster, his comms (unlocked; full of mainly irrelevant messages), and a journal (blank except for six questions Sasha still hasn’t made sense of). It’s to be expected; even in Oldtown Juno kept most things close to his chest, outwardly impersonal to the untrained eye.

She has no real reason to be here. She’d be better off looking in Aurinko’s room or office, if she wanted information. But no, she has to admit she wasn’t really here for that, either.

No, she’s just needed to convince herself, once and for all, that Juno has well and truly thrown his lot in with these people. Has lived with them for a year, even, has gotten comfortable— comfortable enough to leave empty coffee mugs on his side table, to call them family, to let one of them into his bed. Has never expected, probably, that he would be betrayed in this way.

She knows Juno. The only reason he would do anything like this was if he believed it was right. He’s infuriatingly naive, sometimes.

You really did this, she thinks. You complete idiot. I didn’t want to do this.

“Say, is this it, Sasha?” Juno continues, voice still carefully even, but Sasha knows that he’s impatient by now. “You think you can keep all of us quiet and obedient in our places—on our own ship, no less—until we reach the nearest Dark Matters compound? That’s the plan?”

It’s the closest thing to a threat he’s said so far, and it makes the agents sharpen their attention on him. Idiot.

“Oh, hey, I wasn’t trying to imply anything,” he adds, almost like an afterthought. He throws his still-bound hands up, palms open. “Just, as an observation—kind of sloppy, isn’t it? We’re all just gonna sit here, Sash? No further questions, no catch-up?”

Cocky little shit. Sasha sees that for what it is—a transparent line of questioning, an open provocation: are we gonna get this over with or what?

Fine. You’ve made your choice. She leaves Juno’s room and begins walking back to the office.

“Damn,” Juno says when he still gets no response, voice lacking the bite it had before. “And here I was just thinking I missed you.”

That’s a lie, Sasha thinks, and a crueler one than I might’ve expected.

She passes Rita in her makeshift cell, who is complaining about something or other; Ilkay, who is spewing threats at the agent assigned to her; Siquliak, who is apparently just staring sullenly, to the unease of his agent.

Juno sits back in his chair. “Last chance, Sasha, you know I haven’t deliberately started causing trouble yet.”

There’s her cue. She enters the office.

Juno raises an eyebrow. “Huh. Didn’t think that would work.”

“Juno.” Her voice gives nothing away. “I assume you were nagging my agents to let you talk to me for a reason.”

They stare at each other for a moment, measuring.

It had been like this from the start, Sasha remembers: Juno and Sasha, sizing each other up on the narrow red streets of Oldtown, furiously trying to one-up the other, rivals in everything from classes to trick shots to who could pick the most pockets in one afternoon. Annie had cheered her on and Ben had laughed at Juno’s expense and Mick had flitted nervously between them. And then when she’d fallen into trouble Juno had gotten in one of the stupidest, scrappiest back alley Oldtown fights to pull her out of it, and they’d been inseparable since.

Somewhere along the line that had changed, somehow.

Goddamnit, Juno, I don’t want to do this. She lets the thought take her by the throat, and then she lets it pass.

Now, Juno flicks his gaze to the two agents, and Sasha nods.

“Leave us. And you can uncuff him,” Sasha says. “Agent M, stand guard outside.”

“Director—”

“Yes, I’m sure, and I’ll thank you not to question my orders, Agent.”

So Juno is freed of his restraints, her agents exit, the door locks, and it’s just the two of them. Sasha sits down opposite him and meets her best friend eye to eye.

For half a second, Sasha misses Mick so much it’s a physical ache. She and Juno had never gotten along so well as when Mick was there, though the last time it had happened, that hadn’t quite worked, either.

“So,” Juno Steel says, tone easy, a sharp look on his face. “Director W, huh.”

And then the game begins.

#tpp spoilers #the penumbra podcast spoilers #the penumbra spoilers #sasha wire #juno steel #the penumbra podcast #the penumbra fanfic #tw: police brutality #tw: invasion of privacy #my fic #julestxt #donning my sasha wire apologist dunce hat #this is very quick and idk if i wrote anyone right dont take me too seriously

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lonelinessfollowsme · 5 years

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Annie Blanche Banks, most famously known as Tempest Storm, the Queen of exotic dancers through the fifties, sixties, and into the seventies. Her career spanned 60 years.

#tempest storm #exotic dancer #influential women #burlesque

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belzinone · 4 years

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i'm curious

PUT “I’M CURIOUS” IN MY ASK BOX, AND I’LL GIVE A LIST OF NO MORE THAN 10 CHARACTERS THAT I’VE DRAWN INSPIRATION FROM FOR MY MUSE.

// yASSSSS thank yooooooo~ (doing an animanga board as well as a live action one bc yolo)

(➫) Carly Strattman (Attack on Titan), Yukina (Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress), Iva (Karneval), Naomi Kimishima (ATLAS Trauma Team), Sypha Belnades (Castlevania), Marie-Joseph Sanson (Innocent Rouge), Maria Torres (ATLAS Trauma Team), Lenore (Castlevania), & finally Akiko Yosano (Bungou Stray Dogs) as recommended by @mckeitbeautiful~

( ➫ ) Annie Blanche Banks (Tempest Storm aka Queen of Burlesque), Stefanie Ferrario (model), Jhene Aiko (musician), P!nk (musician), Rain Dove (Model), Antonia Thomas (actor), Christina Hendricks (actor), Ruby Rose (model/actor), Zendaya Coleman (musician/actor)

#// thanks for the indulgence fam~<3 #// ok yeah i went way more ham than this called for soz ksadjfnak #PURPLE FLARE . emergency responding // ask response #// i'm not very familiar with the source material for a lot of these but something visually about them strikes me so i keep them in mind #// carly tho #// i'm still so shook she actually exists in the snk universe and basically has bel's face lol #// also not pictured is desmond doss but i draw more philosophy from him #// other than that #// a list of muscly girls #// curly haired girls #// thicc girls #// medical girls #// girls of color #// feral girls #// & nonbinary|genderqueer models #// i wanna get to know some bodybuilders

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perfettamentechic · 1 year

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20 aprile … ricordiamo …

20 aprile … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2022: Robert Morse, Robert Alan Morse, attore e cantante statunitense. Morse è molto noto per le sue apparizioni teatrali in musical e spettacoli di Broadway. Il suo ruolo più conosciuto è quello del giovane imprenditore J. Pierre-Point Finch nella commedia teatrale How to Succeed in Business Without Really Try, in scena a Broadway dal 1961 al 1965, e nell’omonima riduzione cinematografica, Come…

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themoviejunkieblog · 5 years

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Happy international siblings day film fans❣️ 🍿📽 🎞

In honor of our real-life siblings, I share with you the first 10 movie siblings to come to my mind 😆

Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?

Siblings: Baby Jane Hudson & Blanche Hudson Starring: Bette Davis & Joan Crawford Directed by Robert Aldrich Written by Lukas Heller Based on the novel by Henry Farrell

Hannah and Her Sisters

Siblings: Hannah, Lee & Holly Starring: Mia Farrow, Barbra Hersey & Diane Wiest Written & Directed by: Woody Allen

Star Wars lV: A New Hope

Siblings: Leia & Luke Skywalker Starring: Carrie Fisher & Mark Hamill Written & Directed by George Lucas

Parent Trap

Siblings: Hallie Parker & Annie James Starring: Lindsay Lohan Written by Nancy Meyers, David Swift & Charles Shyer Based on a book by: Erich Kästner Directed by: Nancy Meyers

A Tale of Two Sisters

Siblings: Su-mi & Su-yeon Starring: Im Soo-jung & Moon Geun-young Written & Directed by Kim Jee-woon

Brothers

Siblings: Tommy Cahill & Capt. Sam Cahill Written by David Benioff Based on the film ‘Brødre’ written by Susanne Bier & Anders Thomas Jenson Directed by Jim Sheridan

Our Idiot Brother

Siblings: Ned, Liz, Miranda & Natalie Starring: Paul Rudd, Emily Mortimer, Elizabeth Banks & Zooey Deschanel Written by Jesse Peretz, Evgenia Peretz & David Schisgall Directed by Jesse Peretz

Don Jon

Siblings: Jon & Monica Starring: Joseph Gordon-Levitt & Brie Larson Written & Directed by Joseph Gordon-Levitt

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

Siblings: Katniss & Primrose Everdeen Starring: Jennifer Lawrence & Willow Shields Written by Simon Beaufoy & Michael Arndt Directed by Francis Lawrence Based on the book by Suzanne Collins

The Skeleton Twins

Siblings: Maggie & Milo Deen Starring: Kristen Wiig & Bill Hader Directed by Craig Johnson Written by Craig Johnson & Mark Heyman

#InternationalSiblingsDay #TopTen #WhateverHappenedToBabyJane #HannahandHerSisters #StarWars #ANewHope #ParentTrap #ATaleofTwoSisters #Brothers #OurIdiotBrother #DonJon #TheHungerGames #CatchingFire #TheSkeletonTwins #movie #movies #film #films #TheMovieJunkie #MovieJunkie101 #ForTheLoveOfFilm #PeaceLoveAndMovies

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scotianostra · 3 years

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On June 13th 1814 The Strathnaver Clearances began on the Sutherland estates. Families were given half an hour to remove their belongings before their cottages were set on fire.

One of those affected by the clearances was Annie Mackay, who was a child at the time, years later she wrote the following poem

No! 'Twas a cruel, sad behest, An alien chief’s command, Depriving them of house and home, Their country and their land; Dealing a death-blow at their hearts, Binding the “strong right hand”.

Slowly and sadly, down the glen They took their weary way, The sun was shining overhead Upon that sweet spring day, And earth was throbbing with the life Of the great glad month of May.

No human voice disturbed the calm, No answering smile was there, For men and women walked along, Mute pictures of despair; This was the last sad Sabbath they Would join in praise and prayer.

And men were there whose brows still bore The trace of many scars, Who oft their vigils kept with death Beneath the midnight stars, Where'er their country needed men, Brave men to fight her wars.

And grey-haired women tall and strong, Erect and full of grace, Meet mothers of a noble clan, A brave and stalwart race, And many a maiden young and fair, With pallid, tear-stained face.

They met upon the river’s brink, By the church so old and grey, They could not sit within its walls Upon this sunny day; The Heavens above would be their dome, And hear what they would say.

The preacher stood upon a bank, His face was pale and thin, And, as he looked upon his flock, His eyes with tears were dim, And they awhile forgot their grief, And fondly looked at him

You can find more pics and info on the Clearances herehttp://www.abandonedcommunities.co.uk/page31.html

#Scotland #scottish #the highland clearances #history #Sutherland #NC500

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