it’s for lardo, of course, because her big senior showcase is on potraits of hypermasculinity, or dogs or something, Will wasn’t really listening, okay? but she’s making the whole first line paint something for her, and even though he tries to avoid it, he’s sucked in and forced into an apron before he can object.
you come on My Post, desecrate My Life like this, USE MY FULL NAME HOW DARE YOU !!!!
(please also don’t forget all the half finished sketches of nursey that dex hides in a journal far away from prying eyes. most of them are taken from memory, derek dozing against boards at faber, the 7am sunshine lighting up his face making dex’s heart feel stuck in his throat. derek laughing at something chowder said during lunch. derek with his eyebrows scrunched together as he reads through one of his novels for his lit classes. they manage to fill up an entire journal, none of them quite finished because they already say far too much. it’s at the Peak of his pining for nursey who is infinitely more talented than dex, who is far too charming and smart and cultured and passionate about the things he loves to even begin to consider a simple, small town boy like dex. so he hides away his feelings in graphite lines, in the runaway curl that always falls in nursey’s eyes, the strong arch of his nose, the gentle curve of his smile………it’s just easier for him to say what he feels when he doesn’t have to use words)
listen….. in one of our first ‘australian wildlife biology’ lectures we had a PhD student talk to us about their work on freshwater fish in the kimberley….. they literally got attacked by a crocodile there’s a photo of them grinning and one has a bandage wrapped around his head….. just fucking smiling all serene… dex is basically steve irwin and nursey is smitten
ok but..dex…in all khaki…and gross boots… who knows all these bizarre tricks to fend off mosquitoes who says “fuckin oath, mate” once a week…Nursey loves him.
has the photo of dex grinning with the bandage on his head as his lock screen.
Dex sees a hot guy and says ‘crikey, that’s a good lookin’ fella’. Nursey’s brain actually breaks. Partially because did Dex just come out to him??? and also partially because oh no is this a kink oh no oh no oh no
I’m kinkshaming Nursey tbh, he deserves it.
he can peel 5 prawns in 30 seconds and nursey is just mesmerised by dex’s hands he doesn’t even care they’re covered in prawn guts
I FOUND THE PHOTO have you ever seen anything more ridiculous LOOK THIS IS CHOWDER AND DEX JUST HAPPY TO BE THERE
literally so here for nursey losing his chill this year. im so here for him to become the dramatic nerd child he his on the inside. i want him to get jealous of dex being better friends with whiskey right off the bat and i want him to write twenty poems about it and grumpily stare at dex at breakfast and i want dex to be like “whats ur deal nurse maybe you should just. like–” “don’t finish that sentence dex.”
he has such a pure laugh omg. like i know we talk about how bitty’s laugh is the epitome of sunshine etc but dex my god. it’s not even that pretty to listen to, not like bitty’s tinkly laugh or jack’s really lovely chuckles. dex’s laugh is loud and everywhere and always shocks everyone because u know that boy has different laughs, like fake ones that he uses a lot. so when the team get to hear dex’s real laugh it’s amazing
and when dex laughs you can’t help but do the same because you’d do anything to keep hearing his real laugh
YES, so i recently wrote a paper about jewish pirates and merchants for a thesis and used a shit ton of archive information and secondary sources (which are detailed below).
As we know, Jews were expelled from Spain in 1492. Some remained behind, known as conversos, who managed to hide their Judaism and remain behind. Others went into Calvinist Holland, but a majority of them went to Brazil, which was Portuguese-owned. The Jews there were known as marranos (pigs), but they were the first group to begin harvesting and collecting sugar by themselves. The marranos grew to have nearly 200 sugar plantations that they worked themselves— they traded with the Dutch, primarily. Sugar was hella expensive and Spain was hella jealous.Once the Iberian peninsula split (~1640s), Spain came in and took the land for themselves, either massacring or otherwise coercing the Jews to give up their Jewishness. They were kind of out of options, because Holland was engaged in war with Portugal and England was still not super friendly to the Jews, so they moved to the Caribbean.
Jews had been on Jamaica since about 1510, though they called themselves Portugals. They managed to get together a plea for England to get into Jamaica before Spain took it over, so Cromwell sent the English.
During the time in-between, Jews (Moses Cohen being the most famous Jewish pirate) roamed the seas with other “Brethren of the Coast”s. Because the Iberian diaspora had sent them all across the Old and New World, they had vast intelligence networks. Jewish merchants in Jamaica knew when ships in Spain were leaving, what they were carrying, and where they were going. Jewish pirates took revenge on the Spanish and, unlike the English, release the slaves from their bonds and either kept them on or took them to Haiti.
Jews are the best don’t let anyone fucking tell you otherwise.
Regarding the Jewry, Hereby Expelled from Spain, 1492. trans. Aaron Marx, coll. Jacob Rader, The Jew in the Medieval World (Cincinatti: Hebrew Union College Text), 1999.
Amsterdam Jewry’s Successful Intercession for their Immigrants and Businessmen, January 1625, trans. Jacob Marcus, coll. The Jew in the Medieval World.
Blacker, Irwin. Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffics and Discoveries of the English Nation, 1596-1600. Vol 3.
Calendar of State Papers, Colonial Series, America and West Indies, 1661-1668. (National Archives, Kew, Surrey, England), 7/24/1667.
Taylor, John. Taylor’s History of his Life and Travels in America and other parts, with An Account with the most remarkable Transactions which Annuaille happened in his daies (1688), trans. John Robertson.
Ockley, Simon. The History of the Present Jews throughout the World, 1791, coll. Jacob Marcus, The Jew in the Medieval World.
Secondary Sources
Davis, David. Inhuman Bondage (Oxford University Press: New York), 2006.
Finkelstein, Norman. The Other 1492: Jewish Settlement in the New World, (iUniverse: Nebraska), 2000.
Glitz, David. The Religion of the Crypto-Jews, (UONMP: Albuquerque), 2002.
Holzgerg, Carol. Minorities and Power in a Black Society: The Jewish Community of Jamaica, (Lanham: North-South Publishing), 1987.
Kritzler, Edward. Jewish Pirates of the Caribbean, (Anchor Books: New York), 2008.
Selzer, Michael. Kike! A Documentary History of Anti-Semitism in America (Oxford University Press: New York), 1972.
Taylor, S.A.G. The Western Design: An Account of Cromwell’s Expedition to the Caribbean (Kingston: Institute of Jamaica and Jamaican Historical Society), 1969.
Tolkowsky, Samuel. They Took to the Sea, (London: Thomas Yoseloff), 1964.
Zahedieh, Nuala. The Merchants of Port Royal, Jamaica, and the Spanish Contraband Trade 1655-1692 (Leicester: Leicester University Press), 1978.
Let’s talk about wizards and witches. There is a tendency to talk of them in one breath, as though they were simply different sexual labels for the same job. It isn’t true. In the fantasy world, there is no such thing as a male witch. […]
Sorceress? Just a better class of witch. Enchantress? Just a witch with good legs. The fantasy world, in fact, is overdue for a visit from the Equal Opportunities people because, in the fantasy world, magic done by women is usually of poor quality, third-rate, negative stuff, while the wizards are usually cerebral, clever, powerful and wise. […]
According to my eight-year-old daughter’s book on wizards, a nicely illustrated little paperback available at any good bookshop, ‘wizards undid the harm caused by evil witches’. There it is again, the recurrent message: female magic is cheap and nasty. […]
It’s going to be a long time before there’s room for equal rites.
Sir Terry Pratchett, “Why Gandalf Never Married”, A Slip of the Keyboard.
If you want to read the full essay, which is packed with more insight than posted above, you can find it here.
One of the many, many reasons I loved Pratchett’s magic series – the Unseen University, the Granny Weatherwax books, the Tiffany Aching series – is that he built this dichotomy into the story – showed the sexism and showed the ways in which it might be overcome or even used to benefit others. There’s no doubt that Tiffany, for example, is more powerful than any of the wizards at the University; that she is unrecognized for this is part of the point.
And so much of what witches and wizards do is not magic, and is not magic in very different ways – witches’ medicines and visits and assistance only rarely incorporates magic but they are out there doing good every day, while wizards use their magic as a bludgeon, so that whenever they’re not doing magic, the absence of harm from it is somehow considered a benefit. It’s a fascinating universe Pratchett cooked up and I love how much it’s given me to think about over the decades.
It was nice to be back in New York, Steve thought, after touring the whole country with the Star Spangled Show. Even better, once the show was done here, they were going overseas – not into combat, but at least it was a start. It made him cheer up just to think about it, and he maybe threw a little extra flair into the show every night, took a little extra time at the stage door.
“What’s your name?” he asked, crouching to get on eye-level with the little girl who had been patiently waiting behind several taller, pushier people.
“Ruth,” she said shyly, offering him her autograph book.
“Lovely name,” he replied. “Did you like the show?”
She nodded. “I liked the dancing.”
“You gonna be a dancer when you grow up?”
“Nuh uh,” she said.
“What’re you gonna be?”
“A judge,” she said.
“Yeah? You gonna make sure justice is done?”
She nodded soberly.
“Well, Ruth, you gotta study hard, you know that, right?” he asked, as he signed her book. “I expect to see you on the bench someday.”
“Thank you,” she murmured, stepping back, and another handful of kids surged around her. Cute kid.
2012:
Steve had always liked Civics in school, but when you had to catch up on seventy years between your last history class and the present, it could get a little overwhelming. On the other hand, celebrity was good for something; when he’d been working on memorizing the names and major cases of the Supreme Court justices, Tony had said, “Well, do you want to meet them?”
A couple of long phone calls and a few weeks later, Steve passed through a LOT of security, down a hallway, and into a courtroom; it was early in the morning, ahead of the open public hours, and the room smelled like coffee. A tiny bird of a woman in a black gown was standing in front of the seating box.
“Captain,” she said, as he shook her hand.
“Justice Ginsburg, right?” he asked. “It’s an honor, ma’am.”
“I feel the same,” she said, and there was something very familiar about her smile. “I wanted to get here a little earlier than everyone else, to speak to you in private.”
He was opening his mouth, about to ask why, when she reached into a pocket of the robe and took out a battered leather book, the kind kids used to collect autographs in.
“I don’t suppose you remember, you must have signed a lot of autographs,” she said. “But back in the war, just before you left for overseas, I went to see your bond show.”
Steve looked down. Scrawled on the page was his clumsy signature and, in slightly better lettering, To Judge Ruth. Study Hard!
He looked up at her, eyes wide. “No, I remember – I asked if you wanted to be a dancer and you said no, you were going to be a judge.”
“You were the first adult outside of my family who didn’t sneer at a girl wanting to be a judge,” she said.
“Well,” Steve said faintly. “Guess you must have studied.”
“Captain America said he wanted to see me on the bench. Couldn’t very well let him down,” she replied, and Steve laughed.
just moving along like everyone else 