#Blak King

[da-ill-spot]

Saturday, September 14 // The Rebuild // Pomona, CA

Cosmo Lounge // 21+ // Free Before 9pm, $5 After

[bakuraryxu]

waiting for Barkaa to release a music video for Boujee & Brown

[triumph-of-adaptation]

For Our Elders: King Billy, a Murchison Aboriginal Man, ca.1908. From the State Library of Western Australia’s archives.

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

QUALIFYING ROUND: 116th Tilt

James Douglas, Outlaw King (2018) VS. King Richard IV Plantagenet, The Black Adder (1982)

Propaganda

James Douglas, Outlaw King (2018) Portrayed by: Aaron Taylor-Johnson

*Cracks knuckles* *Rolls shoulders* *SCREAMS LIKE A MANIAC* just getting into the spirit of the character. "Mair fell than wes ony devill in hell." That is how poet John Barbour described James, “The Blak Dowglas” as he came to be known to the English. And Aaron Taylor-Johnson matched that energy 200% in this movie. This man is BAT CRAP LOONY TUNES. He’s feral. Berserkers wish they were as berserk as this crazy Scotsman. I personally find using a mail coif as a weapon to be very sexy. He’ll try to seduce your daughter and when you threaten to cut his balls of, he’ll kiss you full on the mouth and then go and flirt with your OTHER daughter. He just wants his family’s lands back, and by God he will get them, and he will be screaming DOUGLAS!!!!!!! all the way home. (Cont. below the cut)

King Richard IV, The Black Adder (1982) Portrayed by: Brian Blessed

"His voice. Omg his voice. It makes me think I could be attracted to men."

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For James Douglas:

"I submit also these choice quotes from this Pajiba article, because Roxana Hadidi put it better than I can. [“In Appreciation of Aaron Taylor Johnson Going Full Beastmode in Outlaw King”]:

… it’s Taylor-Johnson’s feral qualities that add verve to these action scenes; he’s the character the film relies on to clue us into the English’s cruelty. While the rest of the Scottish camp is eating and socializing, he’s practicing sword moves in the woods, preparing himself for whatever threat is coming their way. While Pine has to be the believable kingly figure, Taylor-Johnson is over here attacking dudes with their own chainmail and slitting throats in church on Palm Sunday (it’s so bloody and over the top and great). He takes back his family castle, throws the invading English soldiers down a well, and then invites the castle staff to eat the feast they had been forced to prepare for the invaders—and then he encourages them all to join him in supporting Robert the Bruce before burning his own castle down so the English can’t come back and claim it. […] [He] is the live wire the movie needs, not only to demonstrate how [Robert] sets himself apart while performing his royal role but also because the action scenes are so essential to telling this story effectively, to demonstrating the brutality and the bloodiness of this time.’

For Richard IV:

[daemon-in-my-head]

hey, I like your vibe. I am making a durgetash playlist for myself, do you have any recommendations? anything you associate with them, I am curious!

I'm honoured so I shall oblige, here's the shit I listen up and down and haven't grown tired off even after months:

Hide & Seek - Jonny T

You've Created a Monster - Bohnes

Play with Fire - Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money

An Unhealthy Obsession - The Blaks Robinson Synthetic Opera

Timekeeper's Heartbeat - Alisha Liston (comparable soft, but this is so so so Gortash coded I can not)

The King - Rosendale

Killed the Cat - Cjbeards, Trenton

Killing Butterflies - Lou Bliss

Marionettes - Kanaya (once again, so Gortash)

Last but not least my absolute fav that is 100% their dynamic in my head: This is Love - Air Traffic Controller

[bellamer]

Baldur’s Gate Characters as discontinued foods I have saved on my phone

Shadowheart- Coca Cola Blak

Astarion- Crystal Pepsi

Wyll- Burger King Cini Minis

Lae’Zel- Dried Seaweed Pork Donut from Dunkin China

Karlach- Buffalo Latte from Tim Horton’s

Halsin- Triple Deckeroni Pizza from Pizza Hut

Gale- Cadbury Timeout Wafer

[collinsblak02]

The different btw me and them is the crown 👑 King Collins Blak

[shadowrmidnight]

Keep Your Eyes Only On Me

Togrkey

(@tired-writer-in-progress x Ace Markey)

Togo was minding her own buisiness, sitting at the fountain in the middle of hope's peak. She was in the middle of a writters block for her latest novel, death in the spot night. The protagonist, Angelina, was a makeup artist for a theartre where one of the members ended up dying rather mysteriously. The death was pinned on the understudy of that actor, but there's ment to be more to then meets the eye.

What realy happened was that the actress and her understudy found out about the shady dealings of the lead actor, Angelina's bff. This was because they possessed the same ghost abilities as Angelina. The ghosts helped gather evidence.

The problem was in the current scene, the protagonist was supposed to meat the second of the two love interests. While there were two, Togo didn't want to make it annoying and have Angelina spend her time wondering who to get with. There needed to be balance, make it obvious who she'd end up with while keeping a small opening for the other interest.

I need a motivation walk. she thought, putting away her laptop. The weather today was a bit warm so she wore a red tank top, a pair of dark denim shorts, a pair of blak gladiator sandals a black smartwatch and a black hoodie around her waist. with her laptop snug in her dark leather backpack she set off for a strole down town.

It was a summer sunday afternoon so there weren't too many people, but many ice-cream and frozen desserts in season.

A snack would do me some good, especially when I get to eat sugary food! My hard working brain needs it anyway. She decided, entering a small dessert shop.

"Wellcome miss, what can I get for you taday?" A boy, about the same age as Togo greeted her as she came in.

The amount of desserts before her nearly caused her mouth to water. How can I choose just one!?

As if reading her mind, the boy gestered to a poster with the words summer special on it. "In honor for the summer we have summer berry waffles. A must recomend!"

Just as the demon queen was about to answer, a muscular arm made its way across her shoulders. "I think we'll have 2, and 2 mango smoothies too."

Looking over her shoulder, about to throw the arm owner across the room, the queen came face to face with her king.

"Ace?!" Exclaimed the brinette, "when did you get here?"

"Just now, I saw a certain beauty admiring some treats," his voice was clear as he slowly moved his hands to hug his girlfriend from behind. Resting his head on Togo's head.

Content in their current position, Togo closed her eyes, oblivious to the daggers the two boys were throwing each other.

Ace lead Togo to a seat next to the window, the summer light brightening her features in its radient light. And her man wasn't the only one to see. The unnamed worker also wanted a piece.

After a bit of chatting a tray was placed between the two. "Here you go, 2 summer berry waffles and 2 mango smoothies", only smiling in the writters direction.

"Thank you sir-"

"Mike", the boring dude cut her off. "Call me Mike", and gave Togo a piece of paper before walking away.

"Okay...?" Well that was weird. She thought as she opened up the paper to reveal a phone number.

Ace seemed to have a hunch on what was written on the paper and took action. "Man it realy is hot today", and that action ment taking his shirt off to reveal his toned abbs. Even Mikey- I mean Mike couldn't help but stare.

Hot damn my man is ripped! Please take me now! Togo looked away to stop herself from getting a nosebleed she's sure is coming up. This caused Mike to go green with envy over his single life. How was he supposed to compete with that?

The playful smirk on Ace's face made it so obvious how aware he was of the affect he had on everyone around. Leaning in, he lowly whispered into the brunette's ear.

"Keep your eyes only on me"

[voidwritesstuff]

The Ferryman.

->summary: after a night of pinning after the bartender at Dionysus Bar, Desmond finds himself deep withing a most peculiar realm, and its master is happy to see him.

->Cw: alusions to death,mentions of alcohol.

->Mini playlist to listen to while reading (in order): The Bone King Waltz by Peter gundry, the ghost bar (the sexy brutale ost), my love is mine all mine by mitski.

Desmond Woke up incredibly cold, his extremeties feeling like two icecubes. He looks around at the cementary hes in, his breath materializes infront of him.

--What the-- his breath hitches as he sees a tall skeletal figure walk past him, they seem to almost float with a thin mist trailing behind him like the train of a dress.

The figure stops at a grave, sat Nestled between the roots of a large willow tree. Upon further inspection the trunk of the tree seeme to be rotting away. They kneel and place a red spider lily on it, and then they stand up and float silently out of the cementery.

Curious,Desmond walks up to the graves and cleans the few bits of Ice that stuck to the stone. His eyes go wide as he reads "L. Castro, beloved son,brother and great artist".

The world around him is so deathly cool, the wind blows and theres a certain sweet smell of Decay . Its a night of deep winter, nothing grows, the epitome of death, but its not depressing but rather comforting. The moonlight peeks through the heavy dark clouds in intervals,drowning the world in an almost absolute darkness.

"No...no no no" he panics,his eyes dart to the exit and the trail of light grey blueish mist that was left behind by that thing, he runs after it as silently as he can. A part of him knows better than disturb the figure he saw as he follows them.

Then,he follows them around the town, its desolate, theres mist everywhere and only moonlight filters through the heavy black clouds. Hes freezing alive,he Holds on to himself as his breath shakes.

Why is this figure so familiar? Why does he recognize the movements? The styling of the clothes is so familiar but he cant place it.

The figure moves with Grace like a dancer or a bartender on a busy night. Hes hypnotized by the swaying of their hips with every step they take. His breath hitches again, his eyes go wide a little and he forces himself to look away.

"Get a hold of yourself,Wales" he thinks, and follows them to a bar. The neon sign shines a faint light blue, theres red lillies made of the same tubing that shines red, "Hades' Bar"

The bar looks more like a Fantasy tavern mixed with gothic architecture, it standa tall in its blak wooden exterior and black iron supports.

The figure stops at the blackstone steps up the door, it lets out a silent sigh as its breath is pure frost. That explains the utter cold and ice everywhere.

They unlock the door and step in,and as they do so the dark wood door blooms with red spider lillies. Desmond hears a familiar voice call out to the figure-- Ah,Buenas Noches Decay!

Desmond managed to peak behind a Windows with its red curtains partially drawn. His breath stops.

Agent Rainbow--

He sat there, on a bar stool as the figure, Decay, goes around the counter to the mirrored shelf. And then it dawns on him, this is a distorted version of Dionysus Bar in milton heaven. And if thats Agent Rainbow,his shadow, sitting on the same spot Desmond always sat when he went to that bar,then the figure is--

--Lazaro-- he exclaimed under his breath and for a moment,Decay looks towards the Window,he doesnt see any eyes looking under the sharp shadow of the hood. But Decay just shrugs and pulls away his hood that made him look like a grim reaper.

He wears a crown with red lillies, the spikes that made the crown looked more like moth antennae rather than spikes, and at the base of each one there are smaller skulls.

Lazaro's shadow exhales that ghastly frost of a breath, the skulls of the crown exhale it too.

--oh Decay-- Agent rainbow breathes,sounding Like he was a teen in love in an overexaggerated cheesy movie-- dont you look absolutely cold and dead today

The skeletal figure laughs, it sounds like a gasping, ragged breath. Bone chilling. His black eyesockets settle on the Rainbow-- Dearest.. what are you doing in the bar before I opened it?

--I wanted to surprise you,of course!--The other Man replied, taking the skeletal hand, some of the liquid in his hand seems to freeze in a tricolor Ice, before melting-- Beside, I wanted to spend time with you before this place is packed with the dead and they steal your stone cold gaze away from me~

Desmond cringes a how cheesy it is, but Decay is into it-- Ah I see, and that prompted you to sneak into my bar?

--Yes sir--rainbow tips his hat at him.

--Hm, fine-- his skeleton mouth presses against the other Man's lips. As he does so, a gaunt face grows on the skeleton, its made out of frost and Ice. Desmonds eyes go wide as he realizes its lazaro's face.

--One day i hope my lips remain stuck on your Icey face,so I can Keep kissing you-- His shadow flirted, kissing the knuckles of the other Man.

--One day perhaps--Decay agreed--for now how about you settle for sharing a drink with me before I Open for bussiness?

--That would be splendid, my ferryman

Decay pours a double whiskey on the rocks for Agent rainbow, while he makes himself a Necromancer Martini, the same drink Lazaro drank aside from beer. The two men sit on the same side of the bar, Agent has his hand on his companion's knees as both drink,desmond has no clue how because one had no mouth and the other was a skeleton.

--Will there be a day where your counterpart finally asks mine out?--Decay asked, looking beautiful like fresh snow and elegant like glinting diamonds. He sits with such a Poise and confidence that its almost ethereal, his cold mist of icy death glimmers like snow under moonlight.

-- 'm afraid not,or at least I dont think so. I tried giving him advice and pickup lines but hes stubborn

--You can charm anyone, why wouldnt he accept your help?--Rainbow gestures at himself-- right...

--His loss-- The other Man says-- though its a shame, I really wish he finally manned up

Decay smiles somehow, his naturally cold gaze softens-- Well, Lazaro is thinking of asking him out,maybe all he needs is a kickstart

--And a big one at that--rainbow quipped,taking a big long sip of his whiskey.

--You are incorregible, 'Gent-- the skeleton said, incredible fondness and warmth in his tone.

--You love me this way

--And I wouldnt have you any other way-- decay gives his lover one last kiss and finishes his Martini.

Desmond watches as Decay gets ready for the night, picking out glasses and liquor. But what really knocks the air out of him is his shadow form.

Agent rainbow, the thing that tried to kill him multiple times, everything he hated about himself, was docile,domestic. He polished the wooden tables, fixed up the Chairs and lit up the Giant fireplace that probably made the chilly interior of the bar feel cozy and comfortable. He also figured that Decay couldnt start a Fire given he was pure chill.

--Ill come back to help you close-- Agent announced as he fixed up his fedora.

--Very well,Im guessing youre going to see blaze?

He nodds-- I Will, I hope his other boyfriend didnt steal her away for long

Decay laughs, that bone chilling laughter of the dead-- lets hope not,send my sister my regards

--Will do,Handsome -- and with that, Agent leaves the bar without looking back

Desmond sits by the entrance to the pub, hid away and out of sight. He watches blurry silhouette of enteties of light and shadow enter in conversation that sounds like radio static.

But he watches through the Window as Decay moves with Grace across the bar, smaller skeletons serve the costumers as whimsy clasical music played from an upper floor, the ghosts and skeletons playing are wearing masks and shine with a faint blue light.

As the night progresses it gets colder and colder, hes practically about to go into hypothermia when one of the souls exciting drops their cloak. Hes quick to put it on and notices that it had pocket and that there was money, some sort of iron coins.

Pulling the cloak over his head, desmond entera the bar, nobody seems to notice him and he sits in the back, watching as Decay attends the bar.

--Just a beer-- He ordered to the skeleton waiter, and he watches it leave without a Word spoken.

Its absolutely captivating to watch Decay twirl around the bar,make conversation with the souls,he walks- he floats with overflowing confidence that desmond wishes he had. He thinks it looks just like Lazaro when he works at the bar.

His beer arrives and for the remaining of the night he just watches the bar and how it behaves, its nothing like hes seen before. No other "mind realm" was as lively as this one, as if it existed between the realm of the living and the dead.

Chiron the ferry of the dead, the similarities were right there, the bar was called Hades(the name of the King of the underworld), the dead souls flowing, the skeletons, the coins that look so much like the ones used to pay the ferryman.

And of course,there was Decay himself, a skeleton King that seemed to float like a boat in the water, his energy that made the air ripe witt necromancy. If this was Lazaro's shadow, then he wondered just how much power he himself held.

Desmond leaves as the bar empties out, hoping that "Chiron" as he got to call decay now, didnt notice a living person walk amongst the dead. Maybe the cloak masked him?.

But he returns to his previous snooping place, he hides when agent rainbow comes to help him close shop. By that time it had to be before sunrise.

--Love-- Called agent,his raspy,gravelly voice is uncharacteristically soft-- 'm all done here

Decay looked up from the glass he was polishing-- splendid. I think ill leave the servants to close up.

-- Perfect-- Agent puts on his fedora and offers his arm, Decay takes it and both walk out of the Pub. They walk away leaning on eachother, the skeleton was bigger than rainbow by a lot, just like lazaro was with desmond.

Both look so in love, it makes him jealous. Both laugh and chuckle and giggle at inner jokes, they flirt and sometimes dance together under the peeking moonlight, the skeletons mist glinting Like diamonds. It looks Straight out of a movie, he hates it.

Desmond keeps a healthy distance from the pair, his mind is filled with thoughts about how he wishes that his relationshipp with Lazaro was just like that, but he knew the truth about himself,he was shy,awkward, and heavy in denial.

He never liked men- except a few times in his childhood but-- he was confused right? Then why is he so jealous? Why is he yearning for something like the relationshipp those two had? Why does it bother him that their shadows, that which they repress, are happy together. How can Agent Rainbow be together with Decay already, why cant Desmond have some of that confidence himself?

Agent parts ways with Decay at the cementery, he kisses him and whispers something about finding him in his appartment (Desmond guessed rainbow had the same appartment that he had).

He follows the skeleton Man back to that grave, but this time he makes no effort to hide.

Decay freezes the rotting Bark, another spider lily rests on the tomb. He turns and simply smiles to the best he can with his skull for a head.

--Desmond...-- He sounds..happy to see him.

--Laz- Decay -- Des replied, fixing his glasses and feeling incredibly flustered like he did when lazaro was around.

--This is most curious, what are you doing here?-- he kneels to eye level and tilts his head just the way lazaro does, it makes the Man's heart squeeze with yearning.

--I - I wish I knew-- he replied with a nervous chuckle,looking away-- I uhm ..didnt know you existed

-- I do-- the skeleton agrees--Its good to see you,though. --his voice fills with the same warmth it has when he speaks to rainbow, desmonds breath hitches and hes taken back. Was he really using that tone with him?.

--Oh..I uhm. Yeah I havent been to the bar in a while

--Yeah, i- he- he misses you--Decay confessed, cupping the Mans cheek and making him look into his eye sockets.

His frost breath fogs up his glasses, and desmond feels like hes going to die from how fast his heart was beating. The skeletal hand is deathly cool...but soft.

--O-oh..-- its all the therapist replies,enamored by the feeling of what he guessed was the skeletons gaze. Its overwhelming,filled with love and...yearning. yearning for Desmond and nobody else. Was this Decay or Lazaro himself?.

--Come by sometime-- begged the shadow form, genuine hurt in his voice.

They go quiet,both of them, all they hear is the whistling wind and the rustling of dead trees. He looks at the rotting tree and he feels...

Decay looks too,and sighs. The Ice keeps the rot from spreading, a short term solution but not permanent.

Desmond looks into the rotting willow tree, he feels overwhelmed with burnt out, with exhaustion, with a deep desire of realese, of yearning for the pain to end.

--Nurse him back to health. Please-- Decay Begged once more-- this garden...my- our garden is rotting. -- his skeletal hand moves to his chin, his face frosting over into a human one ,gaunt but still drop dead gorgeus.

And desmond, for once,doesnt fight it. He leans in, hands reaching for his cloak. And then....

Hes awake, in bed, glasses thrown haphazardly on the nightstand. He turns,heart Racing and almost beating out of his chest, his body feels warm as hes flustered.

But his eyes catch the sigh of something red on the other side of the bed, long time since it has been last occupied by someone, a loved one or a partner.

There, on the pillow is a Red Spider lily. The pillow feels deathly cool to the touch, and looking at the flower he tries to steady his breath.

The realm of the dead would call to him, its master, chiron, the skeleton King, Decay, would demand his presence, and who was he to say no to the ferryman?

[da-ill-spot]

Tonight, January 14 ~ Myka9 55th Birthday Celebration ~ The Offbeat ~ Highland Park ~ $9

[drewschermickblindone]

blindone- Red Sand In My Sock MIXTAPe:

SAINT PEPSI- brain

Salem- Braids

Sol-Omen- The Law Of Mother Earth

ANOM- He Won't Save You

Steel Tipped Dove; The Koreatown Oddity; Billy Woods- Nft

Sadistik- Man's Best Friend

skyzoo and illmind- krylon

Slaine- Crazy (feat. B Real & Jaysaun)

SNTS- Telepathic Thought

special teamz- fallen angelz (feat.d guest)

Ohm- Love With A Lifetime Warranty (produced by Kip Killagain)

Soultru & Progeny- Can You Keep a Secret

sole- Banal Language

Stetsasonic- Music For The Stetfully Insane

Speed Dial 7- Binoculars (ft. Pip Skid)

tachichi and moves- hatin it feat buck65 (insane remix)

Tank Gawd (Moka Only & Kutmasta Kurt)- We're Rhymin'-feat. Rushden, Diamonds & Retrogott (Retrogott Remix)

sleep sinatra- king cherub (prod. sinai)

Rove- Little Paper Cages (feat. Jihad the Roughneck MC)

Tash- Wet Paint (feat. Kokane)+

Renegade Synapsis- Unconquered (feat. Supreme Being

Sess featuring Slug- Flying Colors In My Magic

Swamp Thing & Ghettosocks- Ayahuasca

subtle- gonebones

Short Fuze & Nasa- Poison Makes Me Pretty (Willie Green Remix)

Son Lux- Flickers (Alias Remix)

Scarub- earth is doomed

Rob Crooks- Why

Restiform Bodies- Pick It Up, Drop It (Genghis Tron Remix)

StapleMouth- When In Rome...Kill Ceasar Feat. JohnTsunam

sebutones- dazed & confused

silas blak- the kuu

serengeti- bubbles place

shrapknel- suicide king

Teddy Faley- Skinned Knees

Sixtoo- Daytime Drama

Sunspot Jonz- Time Travel (Beatdie Delite)

Rocwell feat. Swamburger- Hip Hop Ain't Dead

sadat x and el da sensei feat ra the rugged man sa-roc- 3 kings and a queen

scallops hotel- whereareewe

[gravalicious]

As we enter the second millennium, it is salutary to note that black women had arrived in the British Isles by the beginning of the first. The remains of a young African girl were found in a burial dated c. 1000 AD at North Elmham in Norfolk, about 25 miles north-west of Norwich.[5] She is believed to have been aged between twelve and fourteen.[6] At the opening of the sixteenth century, Africans were attached to the court in Edinburgh, of James IV of Scotland. In 1504, there is mention of payment in the Lord Treasurer’s Accounts for the transport of ‘More lassis’ [Moorish girls] from Dunfermline to Edinburgh.[7] Another group of Africans appears to have arrived in Scotland as a result of tit for tat pirateering, probably taken from Portuguese slavers by the Scottish privateers, the Barton brothers.[8] At least two of the group were female, who became known as ‘blak Elene’ and ‘blak Margaret’, and who were still at the Scottish court in 1513 when the King gave as his New Year gift ‘to the twa [two] blak ledeis [ladies], x Franche crounis [crowns]’.[9] In addition to his financial gift, the Accounts record considerable monies given for purchasing slippers, gloves and dresses for them and ‘xij ½ elne [a cloth measure of 1¼ yards] Birge satin to be tua gowns to the blak ladyis madinnis [maidservants]’.[10] James’s queen, Margaret Tudor, had a ‘blak madin’ amongst her attendants.[11] There is reference in 1527 to ‘Helenor, the black moir’ [12] and if this is the same ‘blak Elene’ who arrived from the Portuguese ship at the start of the century, it is possible that she lived out her adult life in Scotland. In addition to a literal presence, black women exerted a cultural presence here through their representation in language and in a variety of artistic media. As early as the twelfth century, a black woman appears in the stained glass windows of Canterbury Cathedral. From the close of the fourteenth century to the beginning of the sixteenth, representations of black women feature in poetry of both the English and Scottish courts, in travel writing and in encyclopaedic works.

Sue Niebrzydowski - The sultana and her sisters: black women in the British Isles before 1530 (2001) [Women's History Review, 10:2, 187-210]

[theweirdspacejellyfish]

webtoons

samantha and growler by Pareinn

summary: a glimpse into the lives of young 8 year old samantha and her shapeshifting, monstrous friend named growler

my best friend is a merman by ValerieOs - Giorf

summary: the daily life of a human boy, devan and a merman, wiley as they grow up, befriend people and slowly mature between love, social and personal problems

aptenodytes kaiju by RidicBird

summary: aptenodytes, a powerful kaiju with ice powers who prefers creating ice sculptures than partake in fights against other kaijus

blackened by Mr.Freaksaur

summary: searching for relationships through apps seemed like a solution for zoe, a young plant-crazy witch. everything was fine, until she got a date with the mysterious and friendly blak. however, there is a detail: he is a monster

agents and kings by Ze Sketch

summary: welcome to ciren city! an enormous, bustling place of prosper where descendants of ancient creatures live amongst humans in relative harmony. follow deleon's story as his simple life is set ablaze by the infamous crime lord, don walker calloway. with no understanding of how to navigate the complicated world of turf wars and weapons dealing, deleon finds himself reliant on the support of his new boss as he slowly learns how to survive ciren city while coping with sentience

YokaiDay by Rann-poisoncage

summary: when shou is forced to marry an oni lord, he run away. he meets dai, a mountain oni who takes him under his wing. but shou's brother ryuu is set to bring him back. that is if the oni lord doesnt get his hands on him before that, because there is no way ryuu likes that lord

la carte de amor by Nox-cat

summary: this fanfiction is fun to read and followes the romance of some of the characters from encanto

hooves of death by Sam Bragg

summary: its the end of the world, and humanity is on its last leg against the zombie horde. now, all that stands between mankind and total extinction are commander sprinkles, blaze, sergeant glitter and a handful of other fierce warriors. mythical creatures with supernatural powers and incredible determination, they have sworn to protect the human race. yes, they are unicorns - but they are also our last hope

[qnewsau]

Celebrate NAIDOC Week in Sydney

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Celebrate NAIDOC Week in Sydney

NAIDOC Week is from July 7-14 this year and recognises the history, cultures and achievements of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples.

Get ready to celebrate NAIDOC Week in July in Sydney, with this year’s theme of “Keep the Fire Burning! Blak, Loud and Proud.”

The National NAIDOC Committee has selected this theme to celebrate not only the survival of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander communities in 2024 but also their relentless spirit.

Brookfield Place at 10 Carrington Street near Wynyard Station is staging an exhibition of artworks by First Nations artists until July 12 and will host a live dance performance by Gawura Cultural Immersions at midday on Tuesday, July 9.

Gawura Cultural Immersions specialise in traditional Dharug song and dance, representing the custodians of modern-day Sydney.

NAIDOC in the City

A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander music, dance, art and enterprise, NAIDOC in the City will take over the Sydney Town Hall on Wednesday, 10 July.

This year’s NAIDOC in the City event includes a free, all-ages, live music concert from 6pm featuring Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander artists including hip hop icons BARKAA and JK-47, country stars Loren Ryan and Jarrod Hickling, and comedian Isaac Compton.

The concert is free but you are encouraged to book tickets online ahead of the event.

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Markets showcasing Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander art, clothing, homewares and local services will also take place alongside dance performances in Lower Town Hall during the day from 11am to 4pm.

“We are committed through Koori Radio, Yabun and NAIDOC in the City to showcasing our best First Nations talent,” Elizabeth Wymarra from Gadigal Information Service said, ahead of the event.

“It is so important for us all to come together to celebrate and share our culture. We welcome everyone to come and stand with us.”

“I’m super pumped to host this deadly event right in the heart of Gadigal!” host of the night-time concert, Isaac Compton said.

“We’ve got an awesome lineup celebrating Blak Excellence, and I know you’ll feel the energy all night long. If your fire isn’t burning at the start, it definitely will be by the end of the night.”

NAIDOC in the City is produced by the City of Sydney in partnership with Gadigal Information Service.

Indigenous All-Stahz Mini-Ball

The Imperial Hotel in Erskineville is hosting a NAIDOC Week celebration of ballroom culture on Saturday, July 13 to raise money for the Bobby Goldsmith Foundation.

Kai Silky, Gusta Silky and King 007 are presenting the Indigenous All-Stahz Mini-Ball.

“This ball was created to celebrate blackfullas and our culture. We also want blackfullas to engage and enter ballroom culture as well,” organisers say.

“This ball is open to all walkers from any background but you must respect the space as an Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander centric space.

“We are raising money for Bobby Goldsmith Foundation through our ticket sales, so any extra donations are welcome. The money is going towards mob living with HIV.

“If you are unsure about walking or wanna learn more we also have two Saturday night workshops available for mob to learn ballroom basics, vogue femme and runway. Free and catering provided.

“So come one, come all. Let’s all celebrate black pride and power.”

The Indigenous All-Stahz Mini-Ball starts at 2pm on the dot and ends at 7pm.

The 18+ event has free tickets for First Nations peoples and femme queens, or $20 for general admission.

The Indigenous All-Stahz Mini-Ball is a NAIDOC Week activity funded by the National Indigenous Australians Agency.

Tickets are available via Humanitix.com.

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Chicano report back on "What is Copaganda?"

It was a sunny and partly cloudy Thursday January 25, 2024. I remember when I got to Black Potion tavern and tabletop games, the location of the educational event, there was some conflict between a young and a middle-aged gentleman in scrubs in the middle of the intersection. I’m not sure what was going on exactly, but the police were called and saw them come to detain the man in scrubs. I began to back up my vehicle to park somewhere else. I’m not sure if they eventually let him go or what they charged him with. By the time I walked back to the entrance of the location the police had him in their patrol SUV. I wanted to de-escalate the situation before the police arrived, but everything happened very quickly and could not get out of my vehicle in time. I always think to myself wouldn’t it be great one day to see the community have independent institutions in place for these types of situations where we wouldn’t have to rely on law enforcement or live in fear of being harassed, intimidated, humiliated, beat, shot at, or killed by the police. As that situation occurred, I thought maybe I could have heard both sides and dealt with the situation without the police present. I thought to myself I could have at least been there to record and let the man know he could just remain silent and ask for a lawyer or let him know what the police can and cannot do or ask. Maybe I could have provided resources. I’m not sure if you feel the same way about all this, but I cannot stand to see injustice. I often remind myself that this work cannot be done by just one person. It must be everyone getting involved on some level. We must always be struggling against injustice, which is why I went to support the local Martin Luther King Jr. Dream Week 2024 event. “Dream Week’s mission is to celebrate our humanity by creating environments for civil and civic engagement to embrace ideas and dreams for the common good.” The event featured a documentary film screening and a chance to meet and chat with the director.

“Worldwide protests following the 2020 murder of George Floyd included calls to defund or abolish the police until a sharp rise in crime gave politicians and police supporters the fuel needed to suppress the movement. Unfortunately, a detailed conversation about transforming public safety was never had. In this film (shot on iPhone), 10 experts discuss how policing and incarceration create more harm than good, why the system persists, and what changes can be made to make everyone safe. In the early months of the covid 19 pandemic, director Matthew Solomon returned to school to earn a master’s degree in public administration to better himself to use his privilege and access to help work towards positive social change. In his MPA program, Matthew began applying the coursework regarding sustainability and workable societies to the issues with policing and incarceration. He thought this would be a step away from filmmaking, however, his academic advisors suggested he create a documentary film for his thesis project. “Reimagining Safety” is that film.”

___Interviews include:

Dr. Jody Armour - The Roy P. Crocker Professor of Law at the University of Southern California

Nikki Blak - Sociologist, anti-racism educator, and Inglewood born and raised

Sennett Devermont - "Mr. Checkpoint," police auditor and founder of the AFTP Foundation

George Gascón - Los Angeles County District Attorney

Jose Gutierrez - Licensed social worker, therapist, and Restorative Justice practitioner

Dr. El Jones - Professor and co-author of "Defunding the Police - Planning the Way Forward for the HRM"

​Hadiya Kennedy - Former detective, The Los Angeles Police Department

Hawk Newsome - Co-founder of Black Lives Matter NY and Black Opportunities

Gina Viola - former LA Mayoral candidate who ran on an abolition platform.

Alex S Vitale - Professor, law enforcement expert, and author of "End of Policing"____

It started at 6pm and was organized by Act 4 SA. Act 4 SA empowers the San Antonio community through year-round base building, actions of solidarity, public education, policy, and advocacy. They are dedicated to pushing for accountable, compassionate, and transparent measures to create public safety that preserves and centers the health and well-being of our entire community. They are focused on building the presence of life-giving systems that allow people to thrive and be well. Are you in an organization working for justice? What is your relationship like with your community? How do you feel about people? Are you a people person? You can be introverted and still be a people person, but if you are not a people person in general it is going to be very difficult for you to establish relationships to work collectively to dismantle the dysfunctional stuff that gets in our way preventing us from moving forward in our organizing work. So, you must look deep inside yourself and challenge the backwards ideas that we are programmed to believe. I’m not saying you must be friends with every single person you meet or like everyone you meet. You must be willing to look beyond yourself and focus on the objectives of your organizing work because that is what you are trying to achieve.

Whether you got to see the film or not, do you ever ask yourself what the origins of policing are? If you sit down and do some research, you can find that around the 1970s and/or 80s there was a report or analysis of the police entitled “The Iron Fist and the Velvet Glove” by the Center for Research on Criminal Justice. You don’t have to just rely on this source for information, but in it you can find that policing originated from the Southern slave patrols. The theft of Indigenous people’s land, the killing of Indigenous people, and coercing them into white institutions and creating laws to make slavery legal.

“Slavery was the dominant mode of production in the antebellum south, and the largest of the planters ruled the legislatures of each of the southern states. These legislatures established slave codes, which provided for the brutal slave patrols, both protected the planters’ property rights in human beings and held the slaves, despite their chattel status, legally responsible for misdemeanors and felonies.” So, these patrols consisted of armed white supremacists who would go out to catch runaway slaves and bring them back to the plantation to prevent slave insurrection.  

My position on this issue is reform is alright, but revolution is better. As a revolutionary organizer we cannot compromise our principle of Pan Indigenous governance or Pan Indigeneity: The total liberation and unification of the Western Hemisphere (Turtle Island/Pachamama/Anahuac/Cem Anahuac/North/South America/etc.) under scientific socialism. La Raza Unida recognizes the US military and its police as the armed wing of the settler colonizer. We stand in solidarity with all liberation struggles. The US armed forces are designed to keep our people terrorized, exploited, and controlled. The US armed forces take advantage of the dire economic realities of our people with false promises. US Veterans experience trauma and betrayal. La Raza Unida supports them in their healing. Their experience can be an asset to the true liberation of our people. Technology used abroad by the US military today will be used against Raza tomorrow. La Raza Unida supports the right for our own people to develop a force to “serve, observe, and protect” ourselves. I would like to see the elimination of having to call the police and replaced with something the community organizes together because it is going to take everyone as a collective to take ownership of that work which needs to be done to address the problems we face daily. Historically, we have existed without these oppressive institutions before they originated. So, it is possible to exist without them. It would benefit everyone because we would be accountable to each other. As social workers we also have principles and values we must practice. We must value social, economic, and political justice and never compromise our principle of challenging injustice. We must value social, economic, and political justice and never compromise our principle of challenging injustice. Join an organization working for justice today!

A mind is a terrible thing to waste.

 – Martin Luther King Jr.