#Ellen Craft

[williamandellencraftfoundation]

As founding family members of the William & Ellen Craft Foundation (WECF), we’re honored that WECF's 1st post here is to announce that tomorrow, Thursday, December 21, we’ll commemorate the 175th anniversary of the historic escape from enslavement by our ancestors, William & Ellen Craft (Left image on announcement), with a daily countdown and tracking of their harrowing five day December 1848 journey from #Macon, GA to freedom in #Philadelphia on Christmas Day. A journey where Ellen, who, as the daughter of an enslaved black woman and their white slaveholder, was able to “present” as white, and famously disguised herself as William’s white male slaveholder (Right image on announcement). She bandaged her jawline to minimize speaking, as well as her right hand to avoid any writing—which she, nor William, had been taught. Please #SpreadTheWord to join us for the next five days of unfolding their dangerous—and ingenious—trek out of bondage (which will include images from The U.S. National Park Service related to their journey, also go to: https://bit.ly/3tmBcdi).  Stay tuned… (posted PST) #WilliamAndEllenCraft, #RunningAThousandMilesForFreedom, #BlackHistory, #AmericanHistory, #History, #WilliamCraft, #EllenCraft, #Enslavement, #UndergroundRailroad, #TheGreatestEscape

[towlerknows]

In her early 20s, Craft married an enslaved man, William Craft, a skilled cabinetmaker. "They were afraid to have children in slavery," said Wood, "because their enslaver could reach down into the cradle that they had made for their child and take their child away. And there's nothing they could do in the slave system in order to stop that."

They came up with a bold plan: Ellen would disguise herself as a wealthy White man who was traveling with "his" enslaved person: her husband, William. They would escape to the North in plain sight.

Fascinating article. I hope their story gets spread more widely.

[tenth-sentence]

On arrival, they were helped by men and women abolitionists and Ellen Craft took work as a lodging house proprietor, while her husband William worked as a cabinet-maker.

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

[peachyfuck18]

Horror Icons + Girly Media Pt 2

Pt 2 to this as some asked but I accidentally deleted so sorry dude https://www.tumblr.com/peachyfuck18/700326017318977536/horror-icons-girly-media

[gorandomshesaid]

this has definitely been done before but

[deaditedvd]

@queermystic here's your unhinged gals

[ghostie-sam]

Finished this a bit ago but forgot to post it :b I might add a bee or something to the little spiny bit

Also yes I did carve the back (it was horrible with my carpal tunnel I wanted death)

[ladywaterfall]

I made a Halloween mirror! ✨(feat. a magical pouch and pony for the photo to cover up the mirror part for pictures)

I used a small mirror as a base, covered the frame with air dry clay and made it uneven for the texture. Also made some clay snake friends and a moon/stars. Used old bat and spider toys and some thrifted plastic crystals. Painted everything except the crystals in black, purple and silver for those witchy Halloween vibes I love. Put hot glue strings all over + some shimmery blue glitter glue on the strings for extra magic haunted house vibes. A fun project - I want to use it as a kind of base for a silver skull and crystals for my Halloween party!

My goal was to not buy anything new, only second hand stuff.

[stitchybutton]

Ellen Ripley! Made by The Stitchy Button on etsy, home of collectible character bunnies and dolls, dragons, unicorns, merbunnies, and much more! Get coupon codes and monthly mailbags by joining my Patreon

[williamandellencraftfoundation]

The William & Ellen Craft Foundation is very proud of Ilyon Woo for winning the Pulitzer Prize for a Biography with "Master Slave Husband Wife" (Simon & Schuster), telling the story of William & Ellen Craft--and their daring 1848 escape from enslavement--in such a detailed, compelling and moving manner.

[infinatenoise]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN ITS HALLOWEEN YAAAAAAAAAA IT'S HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!

HERE ARE SOME OF MY FAVORITE SPOOKY GUYS BECAUSE HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!! <3

[forever70s]

Creating with Batik by Ellen Bystrom (1974)

[indiesee]

Reader's Forum - Night's Liberation by Leah Clifford

The Crafts’ Journey Night’s Liberation By Leah Clifford The night air buzzes,No matter how cold you are,The heat here alwaysBegins to weigh life down.They can no longer linger,Like rust on iron chains,Their impatience begins to form.Intrepid footsteps land,While moonbeams strike the dark sky,Slashing the melody of nightLike the edge of a knife; they glint back.Hour hands halt them,And seconds…

[goatboard]

halfway through suite and yes i guess i am biased for the redeemed cures

well its not a crime so its fine ig

[hallohartje]

"Most poets of high formal appetite often do perceive, in advance of the concrete materials of the poem, some shape or heft or tone or set of means -- what Susanne Langer calls a 'formal apprehension'. It influences countless choices in the drafting process: this word instead of that one, this lineation or syntax, this length and order of stanzas. [...] The more alert and experienced the poet, the more numerous those options have been, whether in the heat of composition or in later revision, whether self-conscious or intuitive."

- Ellen Bryant Voigt, The Art of Syntax

[mediumgayitalian]

Will wears earrings that glint in the sunlight.

Nico is very aware of them.

He’s never seen anything like them before. Bianca wore earrings, little citrine gems that dotted both earlobes, and Hazel wears little hoops in each ear. Piper has dozens of beaded earrings she made herself. Annabeth wears little owl charms. Percy has a diamond stud, Connor’s ears are pierced all over, and Lou Ellen has gauges she’s slowly stretching out. Most people in camp have a piercing or two, really, some of them done by the Apollo or Aphrodite campers, and really sunny days they glint together like the massive disco ball that spun over the slot machines of the Lotus.

But Will’s earrings are different.

There’s no…pokey part, is the best way Nico can describe it. Each piece is a delicate gold chain, maybe two inches long each, with a thin blue sapphire hanging off one end. He threads them through the tiny holes in his lobes, and they dangle, glittering every time he moves. The sapphires refract the light when he tucks back his hair, shining an array of tiny rainbows on his neck, on his jaw.

He is distracted by them, often.

“You’re staring.”

Nico blinks, twitching back to his body. The blue sapphires he’d been staring at are replaced with blue eyes, twinkling with amusement, and he flushes.

“I was — spaced out.”

“Mhm.” Will turns back to his arts & crafts project, dragging a brushful of lavender paint over stained wood. A jewelry box, by the looks of it. “If by spaced out, you mean staring at me.”

Nico returns resolutely to his own project. His is much less delicate than Will’s — the sheath he has strapped to his calf at all times broke, last week, and he’s felt naked without his dagger — and there’s a warp in the leather, where his attention slipped. He focuses on smoothing it.

“Not on purpose.”

“No?” Coming from anyone else, the teasing tone of voice would have him raising his shoulders, twisting his face. But from Will it’s — tolerable, somehow. Perhaps it’s the hand that rests gently on his wrist. “You space out at me a lot, then. Crazy coincidence.”

Nico stars at the freckly, tanned hand, waiting for it to move. It doesn’t. Will keeps it there, callused fingers brushing gentle circles on the base of his thumb, dipping and swooping along with his quiet humming.

Nico swallows. “You’re — distracting.”

Will’s smile spreads slowly across his face; stilted, almost, like he’d tried to bite it back.

“How?”

“You’re —” Nico gestures, vaguely, at all of him. Will’s smile grows, and his cheeks slowly grow pink, blonde ringlets falling out of place and curtaining his face.

“I’m?” he presses.

His voice is soft, near silent; searching, prodding. Hoping. Nico’s breath hitches, and his palms sweat, and Will’s gentle tracing pauses, briefly. He bites his lip, worrying the chapped skin, breathing quick; in, out, in, out. In a slow, calculated movement, watching Nico carefully, carefully, out of the corner of his eyes, he slides their palms together, fingers resting loosely in the spaces of Nico’s open, twitching hand.

“…Is this okay?”

Nico feels lightheaded. He’s sure his palms are clammy, although he can’t tell against Will’s. He gnaws at his lip again. Nico’s exhales are quick, short.

He curls his fingers until they rest on Will’s cracked knuckles.

“You’re striking,” he says quietly.

Ducking his head, Will turns back to his painting. He dips his brush in a deep, blooming green, now, tracing it along the edge of the lavender.

He’s smiling.