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The First Lady's Library

Abigail Powers started life as a schoolmistress in New York state, and eventually married one of her pupils – future US president Millard Fillmore. The couple, though never rich, acquired a private library of over 4,000 books which was astonishing for the time.  Though Abigail stopped teaching after the birth of their first child, and Millard’s election to the New York state legislature, she never lost her love for learning. Her husband always made sure to buy her a few new books during his travels to cities like Albany, New York, and Washington. So when Abigail moved into the White House, she was horrified to discover that the executive mansion housed not a single book. No library for the president? An outrage.

She got Congress to give the Fillmores $2,000 to start a collection for a presidential library, and Abigail personally supervised the purchase of each item. Maps, reference works, histories, even some novels made their way to the White House’s second-floor parlor, which became the official White House library. The finishing touch was a piano, which Abigail had taught herself to play. Though the room has changed (from the second floor parlor to the ground floor) the White House library is still the most famous legacy of Abigail Powers Fillmore, the First Lady who loved to learn.

Muslim brothers and sisters

So I found this app called Scan Halal where you scan the bar code of your food and it tells you if its halal or not. It’s a free app too. Pass this on so others can see and worry a little less about their food/snack choices

“the Greek city-states were as keen on winning battles as the Romans were“

Okay I have no idea whether I drew her the right helmet and armour or not. I just typed in “ancient greek clothing.” (´･Д･)」

Thought this scene would be cute.

A man with imperial ambitions takes a child with a prodigious talent under his wing. He uses the child for his own ends while showing the child favor. He slowly instills within the child the belief that they are the best, that their talent makes them superior to others, and that being treated as the same as others of lesser talent, and being expected to follow the same rules as those lesser people is an insult and an unfair imposition. He plants the idea in this child that only he truly sees this child’s value, and all the other people who might care for this child are just holding them back and keeping them down, trying to make them live like lesser mortals. The child becomes more and more isolated and relies more and more on the man. until the fear and strain take their toll and they break spectacularly and fight a losing battle against one of those less talented people, a brother who loves them, and who is forced to take them down.

Who am I talking about? Azula, or Anakin Skywalker?

While I was working on the posts about how Ursa and Iroh are not to blame for Azula’s problems, it really struck me that many people severely underestimate the corrosive effects of someone like Ozai’s favoritism, and how abusive that favoritism is to the favored. But most people in the Star Wars fandom acknowledge how instrumental Palpatine’s poisoned kindness is in luring Anakin into his web and into becoming Darth Vader.

Anakin and Azula are very different characters, but Ozai and Palpatine are in fact a lot alike, and they share deep similarities in how they treat and groom their chosen favorite, and the subtle yet profoundly destructive abuse they subject them to. And much as with Anakin Skywalker, it’s a mistake to think that what Ozai does to Azula isn’t abuse and isn’t horrifically damaging simply because it looks less painful than what he does to Zuko.

The Girl at the Museum: A Zelink Modern AU

The Girl at the Museum FFN AO3

Word count: 10,344 Summary: “There was little to do on his long shifts at the museum, but he was happy to look at her and let himself craft stories about her life and his life and how one day they would intertwine in the most elegant way. Often times it felt like fate.” Link spends a summer working at a museum, Zelda is the mysterious girl who is always there. Zelink Modern AU Oneshot BOTW-ish

Today, Link imagined her as a foreigner.

She came from Termina, had a thick accent, and often said, “How do you say…?”  She was here for the summer on a research trip, and at the end of the season she would return to a small town in a distant country to write an obscure archeology book Link would one day find years from now, when she was just a distant memory.  She would bike in the early morning to a dusty library to write in a leather notebook and eat pastries her neighbor baked.  One day they would accidentally meet at a hotel bar, and she would find him charming and funny.

Yesterday, Link imagined her as a painter.

In reality, he knew nearly nothing about her.  Everything he did know he gleaned from watching her, and that was still barely any information.  He knew she absentmindedly ran her delicate hands through her long, golden hair when she was reading.  He knew she liked to braid it when she needed a break, and then let it loose when she biked away.  He knew her milky skin turned pink when she sat in the sunlight for too long.  He knew she preferred jean shorts and loose t-shirts with vintage lettering.  He knew she loved the museum.

Based off of her appearance, he assumed she had to be around the same age as him, or maybe he just wished it.  Was she also eighteen years old, just a few months away from attending university? Maybe she was deceptively young looking but actually worked in a bank and had a husband?  He constantly wondered.

At first he tried to control himself and actually do his job, but his job as a Visitor Services Associate at the Mila Vah Windfall Museum was boring. By the third day she was the only interesting thing he could see from the front desk, and so he finally gave up and watched her.

He often imagined her as a girl from his high school who was so shy that he had somehow missed her throughout the past eighteen years.  Then he would charm her and she would slowly become comfortable around him.  One day he’d drive her to the movies in the rain but they wouldn’t want to leave the comfort of the car, so they’d snuggle up and –

Link hadn’t meant to let his imagination run so wildly, but as the time ticked by each shift she seeped deeper into his thoughts until he spun an entire life story for her, many of which ended up with her enthralled by him just as much as he was enthralled by her.

Today she was sitting in the Wintergarden.  Link sat at the front desk, as always, and stared at her through the massive window across the lobby.  She sat cross-legged on the step of the small, stone fountain in the center of the glass room.  Sunlight streamed down from the windowed ceiling, slipped past the leaves of the enclosed trees, and cast dappled rays on her delicate form.  She was absorbed with a large book in her lap, so large that Link would guess it was a textbook.  Occasionally she would run her hands through her long hair and nibble at her bottom lip. Surrounded by luscious plants, vibrant flowers, and spotted sunlight, Link thought she looked like a princess.

Sometimes he imagined her as royalty, but those dreams always left him feeling distant and hopeless.

There was little to do on his long shifts at the museum, but he found he did not mind the solitary hours.  He was happy to look at her and let himself craft stories about her life and his life and how one day they would intertwine in the most elegant way.  Often times it felt like fate.

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i’m obsessed with aph ancients, so here’s a doodle of a (semi) canon Persia !

All the way from Virginia?? What made you move to the other side of the country?

He’s got a few different reasons for making such a drastic move. He’ll tell you that its just because he needed a job, though.

//sorry for the crap photo quality tho..

I am officially late for my antisocial appointment.