#ahda

[0nl0n]

Found an old solarballs thingy— 😭

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH –

Its so old it dosent even have a title on it 😭

[cacaitos]

who or what is this ive never seen this animal in my life

[fanaticsnail]

Hi! This is anon with the doctor oc.

I have not a request but just a thought. Imagine Doc revealing to the crew that flowers can be edible (I think it can be new info for most of them) just for it to backfire immediately because someone is trying to eat a poisonous flower the next minute

What Did You Eat, Bubblegum?

Hey Doc Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1,600+

Synopsis: Sharing your passion has ended in un very foreseen circumstances, but leaving you a little upset regardless.

Themes: Platonic!Bubblegum x gn!reader, Platonic!Killer x gn!reader, softness, little bit of flirting, allergic reaction, poisoning, venting, swearing, medical practice, patient x doctor, terms of endearment, reader is referred to as "Doc" - the doctor of the Kid Pirates

Notes: As someone who has a basic guide for foraging on edible weeds and native plants in my home country, this is very dear to my heart. I use flowers in most of my cooking, especially as garnishes. Onion Weed (three corner leek) is my favorite edible flower. Screengrab from this clip.

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @sinning-23 @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @nerium-lil

“Oh, come on,” you whisper beneath your breath, hastily rolling back the sanitary lining sheet for your treatment cot to house its next victim. 

“Hey Doc," the voice of the hulking first mate called over from the threshold of your office door, "Got another one for you.” Bubblegum was heaped over his shoulders, his face three-times what it ought to have been. 

Bubblegum was hastily placed down in a heaping thud, his head immediately flopping backwards and his mouth hastily gasping and gulping for air. His skin was blotchy and donning the same vibrant hue of purple as his lengthy hair. 

“What did you eat, Bubblegum?” you gently coax your sensitive crewmate, noticing the rise in welts and pus-filled boils forming beneath the surface of his skin. Bubblegum attempted to smile at you, his teeth drawing back to reveal a sheepish grimace. 

“Wih wahs’ah fauwah,” he muffled past his abnormally puffy lips. Your puzzlement was depicted on your brow as you looked to Killer. He sighed, rotating his head on his shoulders and donning the 'hat' of 'muffle-translator.' 

“It was a flower,” he nodded to you, gently walking to perch his hips against the back of your office chair. 

“And where did you find it, sweety?” you asked Bubblegum as you donned your hands with latex gloves. 

“Doun bai n’dah wayah n’ groien’ i’da reyds,” you nodded along to Bubblegum's muffled words before looking over to Killer. 

“Down by the water and growing in the reeds,” Killer bobbed his mask along with each nonchalant explanation. You nodded, looking over to Bubblegum and readying an aloe-based balm for his itching skin. 

“And what color was it?” you bit back your growing smile as you added, “Be as descriptive as you can, sweetheart. It helps with every detail to know how to treat you.” Killer rumbled a soft growl below his breath as Bubblegum began to explain himself. 

“N’ah sem ehz woit n’dah pels ‘er ewow,” you sucked your entire bottom lip into your mouth as you turned away from both men, overcome with the ridiculousness of the encounter, and stifling a laugh with knowing Killer would have to translate for you. “N'ah miwow ehz weyd n’deyre wahz bwaek speirz grewin’ aouda n’dah senn’r. D’ehr wayah wah’z pewlin’ inah cwoiyew ahda boyum.” 

Without missing a beat, you straightened your back and bore your eyes directly into Killer's mask and waited for his translation. He huffed back a guttural growl, inhaling deeply as he translated for you. 

“The stem was white and the petals were yellow, the middle was red and there were black spikes growing out of the center,” he uttered concisely, “The water was pooling in a coil at the bottom.” You nodded, gently mincing up a remedy with your mortar and pestle and bringing up a drawstring bag. 

“Mm-hmm,” you nodded along, placing down your mortar and pestle and removing a portion of the creamy aloe concoction and pasting it on his features, “And what did you learn?” Bubblegum’s face blushed a soft hue of pink as he widened his eyes to depict his innocence. 

“Notta gow fowahjin’ ithow m’hawaht doktnar,” he uttered sorrowfully. You smiled down at him as Killer translated for you. 

“Not to go foraging without the ship's doctor,” Killer uttered nonchalantly with a soft shrug. 

“My hot doctor, you mean,” you nod back at him over your shoulder, finishing off with Bubblegum and giving his shoulder a soft squeeze. “Use this balm until the itching, swelling and bruising goes down. Okay, sweet pea?” 

Bubblegum nodded along and gave you as much of a close-lipped smile as he could muster. The purple-haired crewman exited your office and closed the door behind him, prompting you to exhale while removing your latex gloves with a curt ‘snap.’

Just as you began to relax, two arms snaked around your waist and tugged you back into the wall of flesh and muscle behind you. You shrieked in response, your whole body growing tense with fright. 

“You little shit,” a husky pur called down into your ear, forcing lighting to surge from your coccyx up to your cranium in a fizzling crackle, “You could understand Bubblegum the whole time, couldn't you?” A small squeak was pulled from your throat. 

His arms felt like everything all at once, overwhelming your senses. Secure and welcoming, taunting and warning, strong and intimidating: all of the things you knew Massacre Soldier Killer to be. You lulled your head back on his chest, looking up at his mask adorned face and giving him a coy, pouty smile. 

“I didn't want anything to get lost in translation,” you shrugged in his arms, clicking your tongue up at him with a mocking taunt painted on your lips, “Didn't want to miss an opportunity for you to use that pretty voice I love so much, big guy. It's always a joy to fuck with you a little bit.” 

“Oh, you're a little bratty today,” he purred down at you, the hue of his icy blue orbs gazing dangerously down at you through the several holes in the mask, “What's got you in such a shit mood, hm? Wanna tell Daddy about it?” You refused to pay his comment any mind, instead shrugging out of his arms and tidying up your work bench. 

“You know, if you keep using that one slip up against me, it's gonna lose its charm,” you scoffed at him, ridding the cot of the sanitary lining and throwing it into the trash compartment beside the bench. You spray down the leather lining to sanitize it, wiping it down and casting away the disposable material in the same trash compartment. 

Killer continued to watch you, eying you off and reading your body language with ease. 

“So you don't want to talk about it?” he offered you, spinning your desk chair around to watch it rotate with a soft squeak at the metal base, “Gonna do that thing you do and pretend you're fine until you explode?” You huff out a puff of exasperated air and turn back around to him. 

“Look, I'm just a little pissed that my idea of fun turned around and detonated in my face, is all,” you pout at him, folding your arms and glaring at the trash compartment at the side of your bed. “When I borrowed that book on edible plants for remedial purposes from the Blackleg chef, I should've known it'd turn to shit. Sometimes I forget the crew I serve with, I should've known better.”

“You shouldn't feel apologetic for your enthusiasm,” his tone was solid and baring a hint of warning, “We love your enthusiasm. I-... I love your enthusiasm.” His stutter caught you off guard, prompting you to arch your brow at him. 

“I'm fully aware of how much you all enjoy my enthusiasm,” you arch your neck and look down your nose at him, your pout still evident on your features, “I just wish you'd all check in with me before eating random shit you find on the side of the bay.” 

Killer’s soft, high-pitched giggle prompted you to drop your pout and offer him a soft, half-smile. His laugh continued as you joined yours alongside his, softly reaching forward and placing your hand on his scarred, left forearm. 

“Alright, alright,” you squeeze his arm and teeter off your joint laughter, “Let's get back to work, yeah? I've gotta do some paperwork correspondence with Trafalgar.”

“Trafalgar?” you could hear the audible arch in his brow, his disdain depicted in his tone, “Why?” 

“He was asking about something, is all. Something to do with my dissertation paper back when I graduated,” you shrug, gently releasing his arm and turning back to your desk. “I don't get to geek out about my thesis often, and getting his questions via Den-Den made me feel passionate about my studies again.” 

Killer nodded along with you, slowly returning your desk chair back towards your desk and gently coaxing you to sit down in it. 

“Dinner’s in about about thirty to forty, if you're coming,” he uttered beneath his breath. As he turned away, he felt your hand clutch his wrist and hold him in place. He gently glanced down to look at you, your face not leaving your desk as you withheld your growing fluster. 

“Thanks, Kil,” you continued to hold your eyes fixed on the desk in front of you, “For listening to me, I mean. It means-... It means a lot to me.”

He leaned down, his mask brushing it's brow gently against your temple. 

“I'm happy to be on ‘Doc Diffusal Duty’ any time,” he whispered softly before pulling away, “You wanna talk, know I'm here, alright?” 

“You're the best, big guy,” you give his wrist two rapid squeezes before letting go of it, returning back to your writing. Killer halted at your door, glancing back at you and watching as you returned to scratching and marking your journal and shifting through the papers. 

“It's paella, by the way,” he called back over to you, “Just in case you were wondering.”

“I'll have an epinephrine on standby for Wire,” you called over your shoulder, “We both know there's no holding him back from your cooking.”

“Oh, Doc,” he clutched his heart in feigned dramatical emphasis, “You flatter me, but there's really no need.” You paused, cocking your head to the side and your brows knit in puzzlement. Killer giggled softly before his regular baritone cadence returned. 

“I used chorizo as a substitute for shellfish, just to give you a bit of a break.” 

Before you had the opportunity to turn the entire way around, you noticed Killer was already away from darkening the threshold of the doorway. Your bottom lip quivered at the thought that he changed the menu just to suit both Wire’s anaphylaxis, and to give you a break from playing disciplinary warden and watchdog. 

You were definitely going to volunteer for washing up duty as payment for his thoughtfulness.

[kayyishwr]

Memberi Dampak

Seringkali muncul pertanyaan sederhana tapi berat "Apa dampak yang kamu berikan?"

Ya, dampak ini adalah soal pengaruh. Dia tidak perlu terlalu besar atau rumit, sederhana tapi kecil itu sudah luar biasa.

Dampak, sebagaimana saya ikut sebuah pelatihan yang saat itu disampaikan oleh Bang Ivan Ahda, punya makna adanya 'perubahan' dan yang paling penting adalah 'improvment atau peningkatan'

Maka, pertanyaan "apa dampak yang kamu berikan, bermakna, keberadaanmu itu apakah membawa perubahan dan peningkatan atau sebaliknya?"

Mengapa ini penting untuk dibahas? Karena hari ini kita hidup dalam dunia yang penuh glorifikasi berlebihan dan terkadang semu; walaupun tidak semuanya seperti itu.

Orang-orang hanya menghargai jika yang berbicara adalah akun centang biru, yang dilakukan hal-hal besar dan rumit, atau ya yang terlihat keren saja; tapi saat ditelisik lebih dalam, ternyata cuma gimmick tanpa adanya dampak disana

Lebih lanjut soal dampak atau kerennya adalah impact, sebenernya adalah level yang perlu kita definisikan, supaya juga tidak bingung; dampak kita itu mau sampai dimana levelnya, ada macro, micro, sampe meso *klo kepo kita diskusi

Nah, untuk mencapai sebuah dampak, selain level, kita bisa memulai dari cara berfikir (system thinking), dan mungkin ini yang kadang terlewat atau terabaikan; yang penting, yang butuh kelihatan hal-hal besar atau rumit, padahal tadi cukup hal sederhana atau bahkan kecil, tapi mengandung dua hal perubahan dan peningkatan

Ya, soal cara berfikir ini, banyak toolsnya, tapi di pelatihan itu saya diajari dengan menggunakan TOC (Theory of Change) atau juga bisa menggunakan system Iceberg Phenomena *klo kepo juga kita diskusi

Yak, sudah panjang, dan gak lama nulis tema beginian, mungkin kalau nanti ada niat lebih dalam bakal lebih rapih sekaligus ada contoh penerapannya; entah di wordpress atau postingan IG, sekian

Oh ya kalian tau, Syaikh Ahmad Yasin, tokoh dari Palestina yang dibunuh harus dengan Apache padahal beliau hanya seorang kakek tua yang duduk di kursi roda, telah menciptakan impact untuk hari ini; sederhana saja, beliau membina generasi saat itu dengan Al Quran, hanya dengan Al Quran, sederhana dan bahkan disepelekan tapi begitulah dampak, yang terpenting ada perubahan dan peningkatan

Al Fatihah untuk beliau, kita doakan selalu saudara kita di Palestina, from river to the sea, Palestine will be free

Gambar diambil dari Google

[ambuschool]

Egaliter

Waktu itu aku dan mas mogi pernah diskusi tentang value dalam hidup sama Mbak Magleb Elmir sebelum kami ke Oz. Mbaleb cerita, kalau salah satu value yang sama-sama dipegang antara Mbaleb dan Ka Ivan Ahda adalah "Kebebasan". Terus ditanya, kalau value Ainna dan Mogi apa? Kami terdiam, belum kepikiran juga.

Terus pas semalam abis presentasi paper dan ngobrol dengan supervisorku sambil aku gendong anakku, supervisorku bilang ke anakku "Do you know that your mom is a smart women?" gue kaya terenyuh.... udah lama bgt gak dipuji pinter dan gue emang gak pernah consider diri gue pinter yaa, berhubung nilai-nilai gue selalu standar atau cenderung dibawah standar. Tapi emang supervisor gue ini baik banget, dan bukan hanya dia yang baik tapi emang tipikal dosen Australia yang baik sih ya.

Ini adalah pengalaman pertamaku riset, pengalaman pertamaku mempresentasikan hasil risetku ke wider audience. Rasanya deg-degan yet exciting!

terus pagi ini aku kaya mikir, padahal aku gak pernah kepikiran loh riset karena aku cenderung gak suka sama hubungan dosen dan mahasiswa di Indonesia. Tapi disini kenapa aku suka riset ya? Oh karena ternyata hubungan yang dibangun adalah setara!

Supervisor gak nganggep gue lebih gak tau daripada dia. Supervisor gue ngasih sedikit arahan tapi gue yang terus mendayungnya. Supervisor gue menghargai semua ide gue, tapi dia kasih masukan-masukan. Keegaliteran itu yang ternyata membuat gue nyaman berinteraksi dengan dosen-dosen gue disini.

Ternyata nilai egaliter ini berpengaruh besar dalam hidup gue khususnya dalam relasi personal dan profesional.

Misalkan, gue selalu bilang kalau gue gak suka kerja di rumah sakit, karena hubungan yg dibangun gak egaliter. Ners most likely tetep ada "dibawah" dokter. Ners baru lulus kek gue harus manut sama ners senior.

Gue loyal sama kantor gue yang dulu sblm pindah ke Oz dari 2019 sampe 2023 karena hubungan yang setara antar associate, CEO dan tim management lainnya. Tapi, sempet juga gue kerja full time di salah satu NGO sbg monev officer, gue cuman tahan 3 bulan, karena bossnya songong dan gak berprinsip egaliter 😂

Pun dalam hubungan rumah tangga ini, gue ngerasa di treat setara sama suami gue. Sama-sama harus ngerjain tugas rumah tangga, sama-sama harus anter jemput anak, dkk wkwk. Bahkan dulu ketika beliau sekolah di Yogya, gue sama Hannah tuh beneran dibawa ke acara nongkrong-nongkrong sm temen-temennya biar gue juga bisa kenal dan mingle sama temennya wkwkw.

Egaliter ini juga gue dan mas mogi tunjukkan dalam hubungan terhadap anak. Gue berusaha untuk meminta izin kepada Hannah kl mau melakukan sesuatu terhadap dia. Gue juga meminta maaf kalau gue membuat dia marah. Atau kadang bahkan Hannah menegur gue kalau gue ceroboh melakukan sesuatu dengan bilang "Ambu tidak hati-hati" 😂😂😂 (karena gue suka ngomong gitu juga ke dia) wkwkw.

Jadi buat gue hubungan egaliter tuh penting banget, kalau buat kamu, value apa yang penting?

[koskenkorvakanelipulla]

Ahdas ratikka ja joudun kahden ihmisen väliin joka on käyttänyt suihkunaan Men Axe body sprayta ja toinen joka ei oo käynyt suihkussa ja on hiessä. Ugh.

[hiidenneiti]

Poika nimeltä Kuukivi (2013, 2014) luettu:

Herkkä, intensiivinen tarina parista kuukaudesta 1910-luvun Islannissa. Maailmalla raivoaa sota ja maa on kovaa vauhtia itsenäistymässä, mutta päähenkilö "Poika" eli Máni Steinn elää omassa kuplassaan, johon kuuluu miesasiakkaiden tapaaminen ympäri kaupunkia ja pakkomielteinen elokuvissa käynti. Vasta saarelle rantautuva espanjantauti saa muutoksen hänessä liikkeelle.

Máni on päähenkilönä raukean levoton: köyhä kasvattilapsi, järjestelmän väliinputoaja, joka on keskiluokkaisten ja varakkaiden miesten ihastuksenkohde. Máni suhtautuu heihin etäisen neutraalisti, suorittaa ja tarvittaessa irtaantuu fyysisestä ruumiistaan. Miljöö on täynnä tumman ja harmaan sävyjä (siksi epilogin maalausliike oli hauska yksityiskohta). Silti välissä on hellyyden ja intohimon hetkiä, sekä hysteeristä, absurdia kauhua: verenpunainen on kirjan ainut väri.

Mánia ei suuremmin kiinnosta tulevaisuus tai itsensä kehittäminen, mutta hän vimmalla haluaa nähdä kaikki esitettävät elokuvat, hän tunnistaa paikallisten kulkuneuvot äänen perusteella, ja fiksoituu moottoripyörätyttöön ja tämän sukupuolineutraaliin, yhteiskunnan odotuksista viis veisaavaan asenteeseen, joka saa Mánin fantasioissa ihan omat kierteensä. Jokin tai joku on elämisen välikappale, elokuvat tai toinen ihminen.

Kerronta on karsittua ja tunnelma on espanjantaudin raivotessa kaupungissa kuumehoureista ajatuksenvirtaa, lyhyitä piipahduksia siellä sun täällä. Rivien välistä piirtyy ahdas ja samalla nostalginen kuva kaupunginväestä, jotka panikoivat ja piiloutuvat, juhlivat itsenäisyyttä ja jatkavat elämäänsä ilman Mániakin, sillä ei tätä lopulta edes ole.

[untitledducklett]

(From @xxfrosted-heartxx)

A knocking at the door.

“Cael…? Uhm, are you any better now? I’m sorry for scaring you like that…”

The door creaked open, seemingly of its own accord, "Come in."

He sounded exhausted but back to the present at least. He was sitting on the floor propped up against Berior. In the corner of the room sat a man and woman. The man, who looked like he could easily be Cael's brother, had black tailbone length hair and was wearing what could only be described as 'young english professor's uniform'. He was wearing square rimmed glasses, a turtleneck, and tight slacks. Next to the man was a red-headed woman who'd fallen asleep on his shoulder.

"It's not your fault Nat, I'm sorry you had to see that," he murmured stroking Berior's paws. "Oh uh the guy back there is my brother Ahda and the woman sleeping on him is Leinwen."

[vinterqn]

Eka fiilis lavasta oli aika ahdas, niiku tää gaala olis jonkun autotallissa. 😂

[misfauxpas]

a portrait of itsmepigeno's character Ahda

portraits like this start at 20 USD, and my commissions are currently open

[falcqns]

luna was laying beside me and naming the people she knows and she went "mama!! you!" and booped my nose, "dada", "aunfie", "oma!" (theos grandma), "daphie!" (my irl friend), and then she went "and aba!" (you 😭) "ahda mama!" (tada)

and i thought it was adorable, also she struggles with t's, and v's so that's why it's typed like this

STOP IK CRYING SHES SO CUTE

[unabashedloversheep]

: Head Canon for mdzs :

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WWX ; he had a collection of rocks that looked good and never told No one than lan zhan.. + AHDA

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WWX IN MXY BODY ; Since mxy was treated so bad that they will make him starve to death that when wwx ate after when mxy sacrificed his body to him the tasted very good that makes the body feel like not a empty stomach that gonna die.

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Lan zhan ; Has Broken some rules when wwx was Die for 13years and got used to the wips and the best dad puls autism

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Lan xichen ; attachment problems and Probably on the autistic or autism spectrum can't Cope with people with really well terrible with animals but good with rabbits will try to talk to lan zhan (When mxy was Getting ready for the ritual)..

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Will try to post more

3/10/23

[bacotri]

Rintik Hujan dan Kopi Senja

Rintik air hujan menenggelamkan suara pramusaji yang menaruh kopi hangat di mejaku. Laptop dan catatanku sama acuhnya denganku, pramusaji itu pun tidak begitu peduli, kopi ditaruhnya di meja dan ia berselancar kembali ke meja kasir. Hujan semakin rimbun dan aku semakin terbenam dalam pekerjaanku. Kepalaku terasa pusing tetapi kubiarkan lewat begitu saja.

Waktu tak terasa lama memang, dan aku sudah menyelesaikan pekerjaanku. Rupanya beberapa orang sudah minggat dan tinggal aku dan sekitar tiga orang lain yang masih tinggal di kafe. Hujan sudah reda dan gelasku kosong. Aku berdiri, membereskan barang-barangku dan bertolak ke pintu luar.

“Mas, gimana kopinya?” Ujar pria di balik meja kasir, di pin kartu namanya tertera “Andi”.

“Ah, enak mas, makasih ya,” balasku sekenanya.

“Oh, iya mas, nanti balik lagi ya kapan-kapan, saya sampaikan ke baristanya kalau mas suka,” sahut Andi.

Ketika aku membuka pintu kamar kos, kepalaku terasa berdenyut tidak keruan. Benakku, mungkin aku terlalu memforsir diri. Aku mencoba tidur setelah menenggak sekeping tablet Paracetamol.

Pagi datang dan kepalaku makin sakit. Aku mencoba meraih meja untuk mengambil obat namun seluruh tubuhku seakan menolak. Sadar bahwa HPku sejak tadi berdering, aku dengan susah payah mencoba mengangkat telepon.

“Dek, dek, kamu gak apa-apa?” Teriak suara yang terdengar seperti Kak Ahda di speaker.

“Kak Ahda… aku gak masuk kelas hari ini ya, bilangkan ke Bapak karena sakit,” jawabku lemah.

“Kelas apa dek, ini hari Minggu kan?”

“Bukannya ini hari Kamis kak?”

“Ngomong apa sih kamu? Bentar kakak ke tempatmu,”

Kepalaku berputar kencang. Aku baru saja bangun pagi tadi, kenapa Kak Ahda bilang kalau ini sudah hari Minggu?

Akhirnya Kak Ahda datang membawa makanan hangat. Aku sendiri baru selesai mengecek sekelilingku, benar saja kalender di ruang tengah yang selalu dilingkari oleh ibu kos menunjukkan ini hari Minggu. Begitu pula HP, laptop, dan semua barang elektronik yang mempunyai tanggalan. Aku bahkan meminjam HP tetanggaku, Andi, yang terheran-heran karena katanya ia melihatku pulang dan pergi kuliah seperti biasa.

Kak Ahda berkata bahwa kelas Bapak Dodi diliburkan hingga waktu tak tertentu karena musibah di keluarga Bapak. Meskipun demikian, Bapak Dodi masih mengawasi mahasiswanya dengan cara memaksa mereka melakukan swafoto dan menunggahnya di grup kelas. Kak Ahda menunjukkan fotoku yang diunggah dari akunnya.

“Kamu gak mau ambil foto sendiri, katamu kamu lupa sama password HPmu,” jelas Kak Ahda.

“Lupa gimana kak, sandi HP adek enak aja kok dihapal,”

“Gak cuman password HP dek, aku mau pinjem uang aja kamu gak mau, katamu lupa pin ATM,”

“Eh, pinjem berapa kak, bentar,”

“Wah gak usah dek, udah kok kemaren, ini aku dateng cuman mau liat kondisimu karena kamu aneh banget berapa hari ini,”

Ketika kuceritakan bahwa aku tertidur setelah pulang dari kafe, Kak Ahda tertegun. Kami berdua merasa bingung dan mencoba berpikir kembali. Tetapi semua teori kami berujung pada kafe yang kusambangi kemarin.

“Kamu ngapain ke situ?” Celetuk Kak Ahda.

“Hujan kak, gak ada tempat lain,” jawabku.

Lalu sebuah sekring seakan ditekan di kepalaku. Gelagat pramusaji, kasir, dan orang-orang di kafe itu tidak seperti biasanya. Karena hari hujan aku tidak mendengar apa yang dikatakan oleh si pramusaji. Tetapi sampai saat itu aku masih tidak sadar keanehan paling utama.

Kak Ahda datang ke kosku?

“Kamu siapa?” desisku.

“Hah, apa sih dek?” jawab sosok yang menyerupai Kak Ahda.

Orang di hadapanku memang benar-benar mirip dengan ketua kelas Kimia Tanah, Ahda Putri Natasha. Setelannya, nada bicaranya, sepaket memang. Namun Kak Ahda yang kukenal tidak akan pernah datang ke kos laki-laki sendirian.

“Jawab! Kamu siapa!” ujarku panik.

“Dek…” suara sosok itu memelan.

Kepalaku pening tidak karuan, pandanganku gelap dan perutku mual. Aku muntah, cairan hitam beraroma manis mengalir ke lantai keramik. Tunggu, kosku kan lantainya semen.

Seketika aku kembali ke kamarku, di rumah yang terletak ribuan kilometer dari kosku. Di hadapanku sosok serupa Kak Ahda berdiri, dan ia berjalan keluar kamar. Aku mencoba naik ke atas kasur, pikiranku tak keruan. Satu-satunya yang ada di pikiranku adalah mengecek tanggal, karena aku tidak mungkin berada di rumah dalam sekian jam saja.

Telingaku berdesing, suatu suara yang familiar, rintik hujan. Dengan lemah aku berdiri dan mencoba untuk duduk di kasur, kepalaku terasa berat namun terus kupaksa untuk menghadap ke arah laptop. Rintik air hujan menenggelamkan suara pramusaji yang menaruh kopi hangat di mejaku.

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Aksi Walhi Tolak Tambang di Laut Beriga Dikritik Aliansi Pemuda Babel Bersatu

PANGKALPINANG, JOURNALARTA.Com – Aksi unjuk rasa yang dipimpin oleh Walhi Bangka Belitung menolak tambang di laut Desa Beriga, Kabupaten Bangka Tengah memicu reaksi dari sekelompok pemuda yang mengatasnamakan diri Aliansi Pemuda Babel Bersatu. Mereka menggelar aksi tandingan di depan kantor PT Timah Tbk di Pangkalpinang, Senin (28/10/2024). Koordinator Aliansi Pemuda Babel Bersatu, Salman Ahda…

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AHDA SDWADW AWHAT

TYYY??

I SRSLY DUNNO WHAT TO DO NOW

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Sovelias liitto (2022) luettu:

Kahden yksilön välinen draama (ja sitähän riitti) käydään läpi vuosi vuodelta ja sidotaan ympäröivään aikaan ja yhteiskuntaan akateemisella tarkkuudella. Kirjoittaja uskaltaa myös tarttua materiaaliin rohkeasti ja analysoida sitä. Oon vuosien mittaan lukenut paljon henkilöhistoriaa ja yksittäisten historiallisten pariskuntien ja perhekuntien tarinoita — mielenkiintoisia ihmiskohtaloita on maailma täynnä, mutta on eri asia se, miten niitä on tutkittu. Sovelias liitto oli sellainen teos että täydellisessä maailmassa kaikki historiallista parisuhdetta käsittelevät esitykset olisivat yhtä perinpohjaisia ja laadukkaita.

Erityisen kiinnostavaa oli vastakkainasettelu kunniallisen perhe-elämän ja boheemin kaupunkilaisuuden sekä joutilaan aatelin ja työtätekevän porvariston välillä, sekä miten Edelfeltin ja de la Chapellen asenteet poliittiseen radikaalisuuteen ja naisten oikeuksiin vaihtelivat. Esim. Edelfelt jätti taloudelliset asiat mieluusti “jonkun muun päätettäväksi”, ja kun vaimo ja vaimon perhe tekivät omat päätöksensä, niin Edelfelt tyrmistyi. Kun de la Chapelle oli tottunut Edelfeltin kanssa vahvaan itsenäisyyteen, oli hänen toinen avioliittonsa siihen verrattuna ahdas ja rajoittava.

Lukiessa meni välillä aika vahvasti tunteisiin köh köh jos Edelfelt ei olisi kuollut niin olisin teilaamassa sitä itse. Ja samalla oli mukavan hämmentynyt olo: esimerkiksi avioliiton viimeisinä vuosina Edelfelt ja de la Chapelle matkustivat kaksin Italiaan, nauttivat yhteisestä lomasta ja kulkivat museot läpi, mutta samaan aikaan Edelfeltillä oli rakastajattarien ketju Pariisissa. Niinku... se että heidän liittonsa ei päättynyt eroon vaan että he säilyivät ystävinä on se suurin yllätys.

Tällä kertaa Ellan de la Chapelle oli ehkä näistä kahdesta kuitenkin se mielenkiintoisempi henkilö.

Yksi pieni miinus: teksti vilisee pilkkuja siinä määrin että ainakin itse koin sen rikkovan lukemisen rytmin ärsyttävästi.