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kila9nishika:

television-and-tea:

fandomsandfeminism:

Things that ACTUALLY EXISTED FOR REAL IN EUROPEAN HISTORY: Non-white people, mostly those of North African and Middle Eastern heritage who were immigrants, merchants, missionaries, mercenaries  advisors, and scholars; female leaders, including the famed Warrior Queen Boudicca; and queer folk, seriously, Shakespeare wrote sonnets for dudes.

Things that did NOT actually exist for real in European History: Magic, faeries, dragons, wizards.

Q.E.D. The “well, there’s no black people/brown people/women leaders/gay people in this European inspired fantasy because that would be inaccurate”  rhetoric is bullshit.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST YESTHIS PLEASE AND THANKS

So much fantasy is set in quasi “dark ages” feudal Europe.  Can we just take a sec and realize that Europe is that asshole who gets to be a continent even though he’s not really a continent.  He’s the jerk who, when he has a bad day, everyone starts calling it The Dark Ages.  

FYI, “The Dark Ages” were a golden age for almost everyone else.  Islam was booming, spreading and gathering up classical knowledge that would have been completely lost otherwise.  China was going through a golden age of its own unter the Tang empire and Song empires, during which China grew and traded so much and so widely that they ran out of metal for coins and had to invent paper money (they also invented gunpowder).  And let’s not forget that, while we have relatively few written records from this region, the evidence suggests that Africa (ALL of Africa, both around the Mediterranean and in Sub-Saharan Africa) was booming as well, creating empires of their own, trading with Islamic travelers and building gorgeous goddamn cities.

During this massively diverse time period, there were gay emperors and female emperors in China, the most traveled man in the world was an Islamic scholar and one of the wealthiest men in the world was an African Muslim king.

AS a historian, I can say that this is INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT AND OFTEN OVERLOOKED information.

hxans:

pirateherokillian:

tlynnwords:

bleebug:

PLS SHARE EMBARRASSING/CRAZY STORIES FROM WHEN YOU WERE DRUNK

It’s for… fic writing research… (and also because WHY THE HELL NOT, it’ll be fun)

If you need one to get you going, when I got drunk on my 21st birthday, I vomited in my own bathroom so it could have been a nice lil secret, but then I intentionally left my dorm room in pj shorts and a see-through tank top in freezing cold temps outside and proceeded to tell everyone how I vomited through my nose and there was still some stuck up there so I couldn’t get rid of the smell. (LIKE??? WHY? IT WAS TMI FOR EVERYONE.) And I also bowed deeply and said hello in Korean VERY LOUDLY to every student coming back to the international dorms. Everyone kinda avoided me after that.

Reblog/tag/reply/@ me in a new post/ask (if you wanna stay anon that’s fine)

Tagging some folks just to get a start on this train, no pressure
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I saw this and had to respond … 

I used to drink a LOT so I probably have a million stories I could share but I think my favorite was when my best friend and I met up to pre drink at a martini bar. I had two martinis and for some reason that got me really, really drunk. We drove to another band to see my friend’s band play and on the way we were listening to a country song by Dierks Bentley and we were trying really hard to get all the words right. We must have sat in the parking lot for 20 minutes trying to get all the words right. We finally were satisfied and went inside.

At this point I was wasted and after dancing all night I decided I was really tired and started to push a bunch of the bar stools together to try and sleep on them. Apparently that isn’t allowed? LOL So then I lit a cigarette. This was about 2 months after the smoking ban went into effect so I wasn’t supposed to be smoking in the bar. When the bartender told me I needed to put it out I just dropped it into my friend’s full beer. He was pissed.

I have no idea how I got home that night. I’m actually amazed that I made it out of my 20s alive and fully intact.

Figured I’d add one of mine…

We were back in Florida for vacation, in the place I had grown up. I think this was the year I had turned 21 (either 21 or 22). Anyway, we were at the bowling alley my mom and her boyfriend (Smurf) had bowled at regularly when we lived there. Smurf was bowling in a tournament, so my mom and I decided to get a couple drinks at the bar and just sit around. I remember being annoyed with Smurf (can’t recall why, but it’s a daily occurrence anyways) and I also remember my first Jack and Coke going down really easy and hitting me fast (which is not common - I can hold my liquor fairly well). I also remember there was a beer pong tournament or event going on…

The rest of the night is still lost in a haze because into our second drinks, tequila shots came into play. From what I do recall/have been told, I couldn’t unlock my cellphone or ipod, while trying to leave, my mom (who was also very drunk) was trying to help me walk and I sent us sprawling to the ground outside (I did remember sprawling to the ground later…), Smurf carrying me inside the house we were staying at (and me saying ‘I can walk’, him saying ‘no you can’t’ and me responding with ‘okay!’ LOL), and then… bathroom shenanigans that tend to follow drinking things like whiskey and tequila for hours. (Including me confusing the bathtub I was ‘rinsing off’ in for the toilet… and it wasn’t that I had to pee… *cringes*).

There are a handful of others (including sobbing on the floor of the bathroom across from the bar me and my roommates frequented - think this was after I had thrown up a bit in my own lap?) but that’s probably the most significant one up there. Haha.

First time I was drunk, with my friend, and we were bored so we decided to watch a movie, and that movie was Men in Black. I then proceeded to quote nearly every damn line, plus go off on a nice tangent about how I loved pugs, plus ask my friend if we could make out (and then cue confusion at myself why the fuck I asked her that…) and power puking everything I’d eaten and drunk, then passing out way too early b/c I had no clue about how to pace myself yet. Yes, tequila was involved. No, we didn’t make out.

Once I went to uni, soberly agreeing to do wet t-shirt contests or body painting contests, which meant getting supplied with free drinks and complementary bar tabs so I could be the cool dorm-mate buying the other girls drinks. A few times on those outings, I’d carry my drink into the bathroom with me, throw up, and then carry on drinking because fuck it I wanted to stay drunk.

Being heckled/cheered by other drunk students when waiting at the bus stop because I’d climbed onto my boyfriend’s lap and was letting him maul my neck. Same boyfriend introducing me to absinthe, which didn’t affect me like normal alcohol. Like, my head felt fine/clear, but I was trying to text my friend and my fine motor skills were completely shot.

My best (worst?) drunken story is the time I decided to keep pace with my boyfriend, now husband. (He married me after this. Read to end, then come back and marvel at this)

I was 21 or 22, and he was 27 or 28. He had far more experience drinking than I did, so tended to drink faster. This night, for whatever reason, I decided I would keep pace. We were just drinking beer at first, but it was really hitting me. Naturally, after a few I was feeling good. We had been joined by some friends, and I decided what we all needed were

Shots! Of tequila!

I had never had tequila, but all alcohol is the same, right? I ordered shots for everyone, but got the count wrong.

So I had two.

Next thing I know, I’m dancing on the goddam table in the bar. Somehow I ended up with another drink. I never finished it though, because the sick hit me hard.

We decided to leave and walk down to the restaurant where my boyfriend worked at the time to get some food. It was a popular post-bar place for the area university. I remember walking in the place. I remember sitting down. I remember giving in to a sudden intense wave of nausea which I swear I tried to aim away from any people.

Well. I didn’t. I threw up on my boyfriend’s open-toed sandals. In the middle of the crowded restaurant. Where he worked. And then proceeded to black out, so he had to practically carry me back to his place, put me to bed, and stay up watching me instead of sleeping himself, because he was afraid I would stop breathing.

And that is why I never drink tequila.

weavemama:

I can’t wait till women feel safe I can’t wait till black people feel safe I can’t wait till gay and trans people feel safe I can’t wait till Muslim people feel safe I can’t wait till Hispanic people feel safe I can’t wait till Asian people feel safe I can’t wait till all minorities wake up in the morning with a sense of tranquility and security and not have to deal with fighting for a basic human right that’s been deserved upon since the beginning