With only 2 exceptions, the books below are written by indigenous authors. (Tree Girl is written by a white American born in Bolivia, but takes place during the Mayan genocide of the 1980s; Golden Kamuy is written by a non-Ainu Japanese, but is one of the few books about this culture)
For brevity and diversity, I did not include all the North American Native books I found - feel free to post your favorites in the comments! If anyone can suggest more Latin American indigenous stories (which were difficult to find from Latine authors) or especially Hawai’ian native stories (which I couldn’t find any of), please let me know.
Australia
The Things She’s Seen by Amebelin & Ezekiel Kwaymullina
The Boy from the Mish by Gary Lonesborough
Becoming Kirrali Lewis by Jane Harrison
Swallow the Air by Tara June Winch
Canada
The Missing by Melanie Florence
Sorrow’s Knot by Erin Bow
Son of a Trickster by Eden Robinson
The Marrow Thieves by Cherie Dimaline
A Girl Called Echo by Katherena Vermette
Surviving the City by Tasha Spillett
Japan - Ainu
Golden Kamuy by Satoru Noda
Latin America
Saints of the Household by Ari Tison
Tree Girl by Ben Mikaelsen
The Huaca by Marcia Argueta Mickelson
Gods of Jade and Shadow by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
The Lost Dreamer by Lizz Huerta
New Zealand - Maori
The Whale Rider, Witi Ihimaera
Falling into Rarohenga by Steph Matuku
United States
Firekeeper’s Daughter by Angeline Boulley
Trail of Lighting by Rebecca Roanhorse
Elatsoe by Darcie Little Badger
The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie
If I Ever Get Out of Here by Eric Gansworth
Hearts Unbroken by Cynthia Leitich Smith
Rain is Not My Indian Name by Cynthia Leitich Smith
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OP: "Grandpa made this for Dad when he was a child, and now it's been passed down to my son."
As pointed out in the comments on Douyin, a lot of thought went into the engineering: oval wheels slow it down, the frame is close to the ground and the handle is angled to prevent it from tipping over, the wood pieces on the back wheels lock it from moving in reverse, and the knocking sounds serve more than one purpose, both attracting the attention of the child as well as allowing the adults to easily hear the speed and location of the child.
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"Like most people remembered in memorial brasses, Elizabeth Etchingham and Agnes Oxenbridge were well born, both daughters of gentry families with properties in Sussex, Kent, and beyond. Their homes were close by, and like others of their status, they were probably raised at home until adolescence and then placed for several years in another elite household; they would certainly have known each other in childhood, and they easily could have lived for several years in the same household.
Both would have been expected to marry in their late teens or twenties, although a few well-born daughters (about one in every twenty) did not marry, by choice or happenstance. Only a handful entered nunneries; the rest, supported by modest bequests from their parents, passed their lives as dependents within their families. Usually identified as “maidens” or “singlewomen,” they paid their own way in both coin and family service.
Contemporary records offer no further information about Elizabeth Etchingham and Agnes Oxenbridge, and like other maidens, they were quickly effaced in family memory. Everything we know comes from the memorial itself. The brass offers two clear indications that both were never-married: no husbands are mentioned in their inscriptions, and the uncovered heads—and, in the case of Elizabeth Etchingham, long f lowing hair—of their effigies were conventional signs of maidenhood. Elizabeth Etchingham was likely born in the 1420s and died by her mid-twenties; Agnes Oxenbridge was also likely born in the 1420s and was in her fifties when she died, almost three decades after Elizabeth Etchingham.
Although Elizabeth Etchingham’s burial in her family church in 1452 was unremarkable, the internment in 1480 of Agnes Oxenbridge next to her, rather than in her family mausoleum at Brede, was exceptional.
The heads of both families must have agreed to the unusual arrangements of 1480—Thomas Etchingham II (Elizabeth’s brother) accepting the burial of an Oxenbridge woman in his family church, and Robert Oxenbridge III allowing his sister to lie away from their family vault. But it is unlikely that either brother instigated this unusual commemoration; instead, Agnes Oxenbridge herself probably requested it, as was then the custom, in a deathbed will that no longer survives. Of course, Agnes Oxenbridge’s instructions could have been ignored, modified, or poorly implemented, so the actual execution of the Etchingham-Oxenbridge monument relied on a collaboration involving the man in whose church it was to be laid (Thomas Etchingham II), her survivors (especially Robert Oxenbridge III), and the London workshop that got the commission (denoted as workshop F by students of brass styles). As a product of so much collective effort, this memorial brass to two women must have been a scandal to no one at the time.
It nevertheless presented some creative challenges. First, the designers had to determine how to place the two effigies, given that most joint monuments commemorated married couples. Elizabeth Etchingham was assigned the conventional spot for husbands (the left, as viewed by observers), perhaps because the brass was destined for her family church, because her family was of more ancient origin, or because her smaller effigy presented less insult to husbandly prerogatives. Second, the designers had to distinguish a young, nubile maiden from her middle-aged counterpart. They used hairstyle and height to this end, differentiating the smaller maiden with youthful f lowing hair from her larger, coifed, and middle-aged companion.
Third, the designers had to express the relationship that caused these two women to be remembered together, and their decisions here are especially revealing. The design suggests that no one—not Agnes Oxenbridge in pre-mortem requests, not Thomas Etchingham II and Robert Oxenbridge III acting on her behalf, and not the artisans in the workshop—shied away from representing the two women as an intimate couple. Indeed, the monument seems to have been designed with special emphasis on their warm affection. This affection was suggested, of course, by the simple fact of their joint brass, for most brasses with multiple figures remembered married persons—a motif generally understood as celebrating the closeness and fidelity of marriage. But the designers of this brass pushed beyond mere joint commemoration in stressing intimacy, for Elizabeth Etchingham and Agnes Oxenbridge were also deliberately shown facing each other, moving towards each other, and looking directly into each other’s eyes.
Most contemporary joint effigies showed couples facing the front, much like bodies laid in tombs, but Elizabeth Etchingham and Agnes Oxenbridge were portrayed in semi-profile, turned towards each other. New and not yet standard, this pose derives partly from design developments extraneous to the specifics of this 1480 monument—particularly the patterns favored by workshop F and a desire to show in effigies the complex headdresses of the time. But the pose had an affective purpose too, for as Paul Binski has noted of other brasses, “the turning of figures on their axis enabled the intimacy of marriage to be expressed.” The designers of the Etchingham-Oxenbridge brass evoked intimacy by adopting this inward turn, and they emphasized it even more by eschewing two features common in other brasses of workshop F—a so-called “jaunty” leaning of the figures away from each other and a draping of women’s gowns in deep, immobilizing folds.
The effigies of Elizabeth Etchingham and Agnes Oxenbridge lack these distancing features and show, instead, the two women moving towards one another. As if to seal the affective power of the composition, the designers show Elizabeth Etchingham and Agnes Oxenbridge gazing directly into each other’s eyes, even though most married couples in contemporary brasses stare past each other into the distance. Their brass unmistakably evokes more intimacy and mutual affection than do most contemporary monuments of husbands and wives."
Bennett Judith M., "Remembering Elizabeth Etchingham and Agnes Oxenbridge", in: The Lesbian Premodern
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: อู | Wu (Thailand TV 2026)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Niran/Pete Jiraphat Phruetchaianan
Characters: Niran (Wu Thailand TV), Pete Jiraphat Phruetchaianan, Ploy (Wu Thailand TV), Fei (Wu Thailand TV), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Future Fic, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Animal Transformation, Queerplatonic Relationships, Professional Wu!Niran, Dojo Master!Pete, not that it really comes into play, Case Fic, Sort Of
Summary:
While away on Wu business, Niran is hit with a terrible, awful feeling. Something has happened to Pete. Though he rushes back to Bangkok and follows their soul bond, Niran can’t find him. But he does find a small furry friend with a jade pendant that their golden thread insists is Niran’s soulmate.
aka
Pete gets turned into a cat by mysterious means. Now it’s up to Niran to figure out who, why, and how, and a way to reverse it.
There is something so...aughh about Palm just going to school and hanging out with Nueng with this whole escape plan in the back of his mind. Like he was so aware that at any moment things could go to shit, and he would have to do all this stuff
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I’ve made this post like six times but it still fucks me up the China’s mountains just look like that. Like I spent decades thinking it was stylistic but no, they just have different mountains over there.
Image 1 is a photograph showing a stereotypical landscape of rolling hills and mountains. The foreground is dominated by a forest of green trees, while the gentle peaks and valleys beyond recede into misty shades of blue that lighten progressively before they merge with the pale sky in the background. Even though it is fairly mountainous, the predominant axial expression is horizontal.
Image 2 is a Chinese landscape painting. The foreground is dominated by a grove of bamboo, some of whose foliage droops over the middle ground consisting of a placid waterway with a narrow fishing boat and birds in flight above it. The background shows narrow mountains rising vertically from a thick mist that obscures the water’s edge. The mountains have steep, almost vertical sides, and their peaks are blunt. The space between two neighbouring mountain faces is less than the height of the mountains themselves. Vegetation on the mountains is sparse, tending to be on the tops of peaks and crags, with the steeper mountain faces appearing to be bare rock. Although the waterway and the slim boat express horizontality, the mountains in the rear and the bamboo in the front express starkly contrasting verticality instead.
Image 3 is a photograph of a karst landscape consisting of geological formations, tall as mountains, that are narrow and closely spaced with steep (almost vertical sides). There is more bare rock than vegetation, which is confined to the more horizontally-inclined surfaces such as the flattened peaks and the tops of cliff faces.
Image 4 is a screenshot of Tumblr tags that read:
#its because theyre not technically mountains! theyre karsts
#a karst is made when rocks like limestone are eroded by water over time into weird shaped like these ones here!
#sediment rocks are laid down and then pushed up from the seabed through tectonic force and get worn down into these shapes over time :)