The year is 1852. You are “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” and you have just been banned because you have started conversations about slavery. You have challenged the widely accepted idea of slavery in the south and have caused people to rethink their assumptions. You have caused debates. Equally as important, you were written by a woman. Who used her real name. People are angry with you. So you become the first book to experience a ban on a nationwide scale.
You are a banned book.
The year is 1922. You are “Ulysses” and you have just been banned because you contain sexual content. Sexual content is not to be spoken, not to be thought. It is to be hidden as a secret part of life. But this ban is not like the bans of the 21st century. This ban is not in one library or one school. It is a federal ban. No one in the land of the free can read a copy of your pages. In a country with the freedom of speech, you are illegal.
You are a banned book.
The year is 1957. You were mailed to a friend by Samuel Wroth, and you are considered scandalous. Wroth should have the right to privately mail what he likes, right? But you, you dangerous little collection of pages, have placed him on trail in Roth vs. The United States. He asks the court to redefine their standard for “obscene” but they will not hear it. You are confiscated, and you are the reason Roth is placed behind bars until 1961.
You are a banned book.
The year is 1957. There is good news for you. While Roth was in prison, the court decided to take his suggestion and redefine what they consider obscene. Now you, a banned book, can only actually be banned if you are found “utterly without redeeming social importance.” However, this is still very subjective. Who is to judge what qualifies as social importance? What qualifies as social importance? You are a banned book, and you are still subject every day to the legal standards of a judge’s opinion. That is why it is so important to create a culture that is dedicated to keeping you safe.
Jason: Handcuffs fucking hurt
Roy: Use silk rope next time
Jason: I don’t think I can convince a police officer to use silk rope
We are so excited to be able to start off with a shout-out to the multi-talented @persimonne who we would like to thank so much for working on our banner. The finished banner will comprise three images and here is the first one. It’s of Finn Ben and Rey on the Falcon sharing a drink.
We think it’s a little bit cheeky… 😉
Thank you @persimonne! We adore this artwork!
We will keep tabs on the #finnreylo and #finnreylopositive tags. If you have posts you would like us to reblog please don’t hesitate to tag us or send us messages! We’d love to hear from you.
I posted this from my phone at work so I couldn’t do any tagging – if you want to be tagged in future inktobers (or any other art type posts) let me know!
RAVENWOLF36 ASKED: 62, 70 AND JAYDICK. MAYBE DICK IS TALKING TO TIM ABOUT JAY.
I had my first ask technical glitch! A true tumblr milestone, ugh. So, with help from and many thanks to ravenwolf, here’s a fun jaydick trope mashup 🙂
This is such a good scenario: “love confession” (character A to character B about character C) and “locked in a room”…this might be one of my favorite combos…
Dick doesn’t understand how he gets himself into these situations.
It’d been a routine investigation that ended up with himself and Red Robin locked in a mob boss’ panic room. He knows the Bats are coming; knows that they got his and Tim’s calls for help. Dick knows that all he can do is wait.
Tim has other plans. He’s tired of watching the elder former Robins dance around each other. Dick know this, too, because Tim comes out and says it; right there as they sit criss cross applesauce on the floor of a poorly stocked secret hidey hole. Not even a deck of cards to play with.
“Tim, I’m not talking about this with you,” Dick says.
“There’s nothing going on,” Dick continues.
“I don’t know where you get these ideas.”
“Some detective you are.”
And then,
“Yes, I’m in love with Jason and I don’t know what to do about it. If I tell him, he’ll panic and never talk to me again. He’ll probably never talk to any of us again. But Jason is the one person I can talk to, the one person who understands most of what I’m going through.”
Dick doesn’t stop.
“I mean, have you seen his thighs?”
“And if you do happen to catch his smile? It’s gorgeous!”
At this point, Tim has closed his eyes and gone to sleep.
Dick kicks out at his little brother, startling him awake, but remains silent. He’s content to stare at the door and think about what it would be like to openly share his love for the Red Hood.
When the rescue does come, of course it’s Jay.
Tim and Dick stare at him in awkward silence, slowly standing up and attempting to casually make their escape.
“For god’s sake,” Jason says when the silence goes on for too long, “I heard everything. You dorks left your comms on.”
END.
Uhhh…I didn’t set out to make a tiny story, but I really loved the prompts XD Thanks @ravenwolf36 for providing such fun inspiration!!
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