#i never imagine oli as that height ���
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fisheito · 2 months ago
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on one hand, i can make olivine the biggest juiciest bottom where eiden has to top him with climbing gear attached
on the other hand, i could make olivine the equally powerful priestly short king who only reaches eiden's bellybutton but can twirl that boy around his finger like a weighty necklace
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fallingforel · 1 year ago
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prompt 13 “Where are you going?”
louis angst into fluff, an argument between lou and y/n and one walks out for space, maybe have y/n either phone or go to one of his sisters for comfort (they are close) and they eventually make up?
sorry if that doesn’t make any sense i can’t word well haha
a/n hey my lovely of course I can do I love writing about Lou he's one of the easiest to write for and I love it when people give me means of what they want in the request so On with the show....
warning: mentions of s/a (asking for it, touched up etc.) swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of divorce.
PROMPT 13: "Where are you going?"
words: 2,067 (longest one yet 😅)
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"OH PLEASE Y/N YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT!"
I was currently in an argument with my partner of 12 years 7 of which we had been married, we had gotten together shortly after one direction got together and then married in the january of 2014 though we had been friends long before that as we ran in the same friendship circle in school and I was always mucking about and wreaking havoc with oli and Louis looking for trouble. So as you probably guessed when we argued it certainly wasn't the greatest.
We had just come back from a nice meal which was unfortunately cut short as I had been touched up by one of the older waiters. And I had screamed so Louis dragged me out of there while giving the waitress sultry eyes which as you can imagine didn't end very well in my current state.
"ASKING FOR IT? FUCKING ASKING FOR IT? JUST LIKE I ASKED FOR IT AT 11 YEARS OLD? NOPE? DIDNT THINK SO. AND PLEASE LIKE YOU WOULD'VE NOTICED IF I DIDN'T SCREAM STOP BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO BUSY EYE FUCKING THAT WAITRESS."
"EYE FUCKIN- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON HAVE YOU TAKEN DRUGS? THE ONLY PERSON I WAS EYE FUCKING ALL NIGHT WAS YOU PLEASE GET A GRIP Y/N/N"
"DONT! DON'T FUCKING Y/N/N ME CERTAINLY NOT AFTER TONIGHT."
"OH COME OFF IT Y/N. I WAS MERELY GIVING HER SORRY FOR NOT PAYING EYES. IT WAS A HARMLESS THING. BESIDES I'M NOT SURPRISED HE TOUCHED YOU LOOKING LIKE THAT."
"LOOKING LIKE THA- DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE YOU KNOW HOW DEEP THAT SHIT CUTS ME LOUIS. YOU'VE KNOWN ME ALL YOUR LIFE. I just thought you'd never be the one to say it to me."
Is one of the last things I say before walking away from him and grabbing my coat where it lay on the bannister and walked towards the front door.
"WHERE YOU FUCKING GOING NOW"
"OUT! I CAN'T BE AROUND YOU DONT CALL TEXT OR FIND ME I'LL BE FINE BYE"
"YOU CANT JUST WALK OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ARGUMENT, YOU KNOW THATS NOT HOW WE SOLVE THINGS"
"THINK YOU'LL FIND I JUST DID"
"STOP WALKING AWAY COME BACK WE CAN FIX THIS"
"GOODBYE LOUIS"
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I walked and I walked in the rain sobbing until my feet stopped at Lottie's house.
I rang the doorbell waiting for a reply.
and soon enough lottie came strolling to the door with doris on her hip I knew that all the siblings were at hers tonight she had also taken freddie louis' and my son Louis and I weren't there tonight though as it was our anniversary so they completely understood when we said we couldn't be there in the group chat conversation earlier.
"Y/n? what are you doing here? wheres Louis? you're supposed to be out together tonight? you're all wet. Come inside your gonna catch a cold for gods sake" I step inside shaking off everything and wiping my feet whilst replying to her
"Yes it's me. In the flesh and blood. Louis isn't here right now. I'm so scared so scared lots he said things. things I never would have thought to come out his mouth. Where's fred?"
"In the living room settling down with daisy. Come in he's been asking about you." I step foot into the living room and Freddie catches eyes with me and runs up to hug me "hello baby, You okay?" I say dropping down to his height which he nods then asks the inevitable question "why are you crying mummy?" which makes me sob but I hold my tears back for his sake
then Pheobe starts to speak "Freddie come here" he looks at me for permission to go which I nod "You know how auntie lottie was crying earlier and she said that that's what people do sometimes. And that it's healthy and sometimes we need a good cry" to which he nods "well thats what mummy's been doing she'll be okay fred she will"
"come on Y/n lets go into the kitchen, I'll make you a cuppa" Lottie speaks out and I follow. she shuts the door for some privacy because she knew what I was about to say wouldn't be light or good for the children to hear.
"so whats going on? what happened? start from the beginning" "so it started out lovely it really did he took my arm to help me to the car was kissing my hand the whole way there you know just a generally good time. Starters were lovely. But then it got to the mains and the waiter that bought my main out touched me lingering his hand on my arm and I just screamed because I thought it was a moth or something you know. Then I started having a go at the waiter, because like rightfully so there's no need for you to touch me. And then about half way through Louis asks what was going on because he had been in conversation with the waitress for the most part and I just said he fucking touched me. Like proper screamed it lots. and he just said oh. FUCKING OH. and went back to eye fucking and flirty conversation with the waitress and I just grabbed louis while we were leaving left a £20 note on the table and left. and then when we got home he said that I was asking for it and he fucking knows what I went through when I was still speaking to my mum and dad how they would always say I was asking for it when I wore my skirt a bit higher than usual to school. that shit cut me deep lots, so fucking deep.
"mmh, I can imagine he's such a dick honestly I don't even know why he does this some times, he's got a great relationship with a great girl and then he does shit like this to fuck it up. Honestly I'm gonna knock some sense into him when I next see him because how dare he treat you like that, My own sister"
"he's your bio brother, im nothing to you lottie" I say replying back to her.
"bio shmio, come off it y/n you know your my sister I've known you my whole life."
"Oh lottie what would I do without you, your so kind to me"
"come on your the mother of my first nephew, what's not to love he's a great little boy. who has a spectacular mother, You've done so well with Freddie, Y/n. I'm so proud of you and I know mum would be too"
"Oh come on, she's not my mum. What about you, I saw the way you spoke to me at the door acting like a mum already and they're not even here yet"
"SHH, nobody knows yet, not even P&D haven't worked up the courage to tell them, hell even dad for goodness sake. I can't even bare to think what Louis would say."
"We all want another baby to spoil, how is Lewis anyway? Is he here?" "no, no he's gone up to visit his family for the weekend. He's telling them tonight, will you help me tell Phoebs and dais? think I could use your support."
"course I can, come on lottie" I say wrapping an arm around her shoulder before walking back into the living room.
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"What was so important that we had to put the kids to bed"
"well, Lottie has some important news she wants to share with you both. Go on Lots tell em"
"I'm having a baby" Both of the twins squeal and jump into lottie and my arms and pull us both down to the floor
"okay okay girls, enough you gonna hurt the poor little mite before they're even here yet" I say
"shit sorry." they both say
"what happened with Lou then? why did you come over?"
and so I explain the whole thing again to the twins this time.
"shit y/n I'm so sorry, I'm actually gonna kick him right in the balls when I see him he shouldn't have done that to you"
"No you won't he's your brother"
"you're right I won't I'll just give him a right old dirty look" she says making the 'dirty look' face which makes us all burst out in laughter.
"come on lets stick a film on. and have a girls night" I say once we had all stopped laughing
"yeah lets watch magic mike and forget about all our boyfriends" Pheobe said
"husband for me" I interrupted
"boyfriends and husband" Pheobe said correcting her mistake
and we all agreed and stuck the movie on.
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After the movie had finished it was just me up so I switched the T.V off and woke up the girls sending them to their respectful bedrooms for the night making my way upstairs myself to Louis' and my bedroom for where we stayed when we were at lottie's before checking on freddie to make sure he was okay.
I found some old pyjamas of Louis' and I stuck them on and started sobbing again because even though it was a dick move he had pulled tonight I knew he didn't mean it it was just a spur of the moment thing
I turned on my phone before going to bed checking to see if I had any messages which I did
Louis T: come home I miss you I'm sorry I didn't mean it I was so shocked I shouldn't of said it it won't happen again
oli: I heard what happened hope your okay, call him soon? he's been in tears really regretful of what he said. Though I understand if you don't. You can see and hear the guilt though y/n/n
Louis T: Babe you've been gone hours please come back soon I miss you. Hope that argument didn't affect us. Don't want to divorce you but will if it means you're happier. Don't want Fred to go through the same thing I did.
and the last message made me cry so I had to call him
RINNG RIIING RINNG RINNG
"Hello?" Louis' voice rang out through the phone
"hey"
"Y/n? Are you okay? Where are you? I'll come to you?"
"No Louis stay there at Oli's I'll come see you in the morning. Bring Fred too"
"Do you want a divorce?"
"do I want a div- No course I fucking don't. Who put that idealogy through your dumb little brain lou?"
"The waitress"
"that fucking slag, knew she was up to no good"
"yeah well it's over now isn't it. Where are you?"
"Lots, saw fred as I was coming in he asked why I was crying. Bless him, phoebe gave him the explanation we've been trying to give him for months. One word from his aunts and he obeys them, what are we doing wrong?"
"we're his parents he's trained to not listen to us"
"yeah I know I'm not pissed at your sisters just find it funny, they want to kick your arse by the way. they're mad at you"
"not surprised by the way I treated you told ol what happened he fully on slapped me"
"serves you right"
"I suppose so"
"Yeah oh by the way, Lotties pregnant we're gonna be an auntie and uncle."
"What? How long have you known"
"2 months I was the one that gave her my pregnancy tests because she knew about how I'm off the contraceptive pill and what not so she knew I had some spare made me keep a promise though to keep quiet. She told phoebs and dais tonight though thought it only fair that I tell you but I think she wants to tell you on her own so keep quiet yea?"
"will do my lips are sealed"
after that it went silent for a minute, before I broke the silence
"Lou?"
"hmm?"
"do you maybe want another" I said fiddling with the hem of my-louis'- t-shirt that I was wearing
"another? thought we were already trying though darling?"
"yeah but that was lazy trying I mean like proper try, Like we did with fred"
"yeah, okay babe I think another kid would do us a world of good. Come home?"
"yeah. Come pick me up?"
"be there in five babe"
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a/n after that my fingers hurt, so sorry abt the mentions of S/a I dont know what happened.
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papirouge · 3 months ago
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To complete this video, I REALLY recommend this article for all the so called feminists thinking they're oh so much more clever for screaming with the wolves :
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So people like that idiot down there
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...is straight up pushing misinformation whose sole source of evidence of Imane maleness is a Russian MAN (which is highly ironic from man hater (rad)feminists who usually never acknowledge whatever moids have to say about female biology) who had more than good reasons to lie about Imane because she beat their boxing champion.
We never got actual document disclosing Imane sex. It's a just wild assumption that OP rehashed like many other before... (talking about "brainrot", homegirl knew what was she was talking about....)
"Imagine defending a man" you literally defended a man's word dunking on what possibly could be GNC woman with a genetic disorder syndrome LMAO
"the ones that do look the data / that do the research" for the moment, there's literally no EVIDENCE that Imane is a MAN. It's literally you idiots taking the words of a butthurt Russian moid for granted and making shit up and call that "investigation". There's a whole difference between acknowledging high testosterone gives physical advantage, and assuming shit about someone alleged gender. Those are 2 different discourses. "cis" women with no genetic disorder can have higher than average testosterone level. What are you gonna do about it? forbid them to compete against other women? that's very #femnist of you
Imane *may* have DSD syndrome that would make her have a Y chromosomes while still presenting "female reproductive structure" (e.g the article information) but even that we are not 100% sure of. So now Conservatives/"Imane is a man" crowd are coping with that we don't have pictures of her being a teen when there are pictures of she being a child and presenting as a (lovely) regular little girl figure. But it's NEVER enough for those people. Imane's family might as well pull out their entire family photo album to appease those ghouls malicious curiosity. And even that wouldn't be enough.
I also LOVE how feminists who are usually so dismissive of conservative news source because of how biased & untrustworthy they allegedly are, somehow jumped full on in it because they were so blindsided by their visceral hate for trans people and lust for victimhood (and I say this as a woman who's against biological men/trans women competing in male sport).
Remember when I said how duplicitous radfem were a few posts back? Changing their tune depending on who were they interacting with ? they will shrug ANY source from Conservative/Russia outlets when they argue with conservatives or prolife ; but when it comes to dunk on trans people, oh boi they will LIVE for it and take any word from it like the gospel.
An actual non-harmless discourse that would spark from the Imane case would be the topic of natural/biological unfairness in sports. Whether people with higher testosterone (for their respective gender) should compete against women against those with average one for example. But it would be quite pointless because sports has ALWAYS been about natural advantages and capitalizing off of it.
Personally, I'm anemic : even if I would, I could never become an athlete. Basketball discriminates people with average height. Running favors Africans because they tend to have longer legs. Swimming favors White men because they have longer bust, etc etc.
But no, idiots decided to make it about a GNC woman ruining sports *because*. I feel second hand embarrassment for all the so called feminists who jumped on the bandwagon. You who claimed to defend GNC women right to exist in this gender role reinforcing role. You've contributed to that shit fest. And the saddest thing is that you're either too dumb or prideful to realize that.
You truly aren't as smart as you think you are. TRA were right about it : you've become the monster you swore up and down to never become. Destroying women on your rampage against trans people.
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bitcme · 2 years ago
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thomas weatherall, queer, non-binary + they/he ― hey look, it’s cole foster! they’re twenty-two years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for two years, and they’re currently working at showtime and art murmur. i heard they’re pretty rambunctious, but i think they’re so sweet at the same time. can they make it out alive? || penned by oli, twenty-five, they/them.
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content warnings include mental health issues briefly mentioned throughout the backstory.
THE BASICS 
Full name: Cole John Foster Nicknames: CJ Age: 22 Date of Birth: April 2, 1966 Zodiac: Aries Hometown: Naarm, Victoria, Australia. Gender: Non-Binary  Pronouns: They/Them (preferred) and He/Him Orientation: Queer Occupation: Clerk at Showtime and Art Murmur Positive traits: Adaptable, adventurous, affectionate, charming, courageous, creative, easygoing, friendly, funny, imaginative, kind, passionate, playful. Negative traits: Childish, foolish, gullible, impulsive, mischievous, reckless, rowdy, scatterbrained,  Family: Katherine and Daryl Foster (parents). Margaret Foster (paternal grandmother).
THE STORY 
The beginning of Cole’s life was uncomfortable and scattered. His parents had a messy relationship and they prioritised their own arguments and arrangements over his well being. His foundational years were very messy and complicated because of this. 
Before they were five, Cole settled into a new home with their father and grandmother, who did most of the caring for them. Though their mother promised to be available to them whenever they needed her, that was a promise that was broken faster than it was made. 
Despite a bumpy beginning, Cole would say that their childhood was extremely typical. The family drama didn’t completely disappear, they experienced other issues typical of a young person such as being bullied, and they were consistently finding trouble for themself due to behavioural issues, but they had a home and a family despite their flaws and they were appreciative of it. 
As they grew older, they learnt how to channel their energy in a way that would help them to avoid trouble. They always participated in community sports as a kid, but they got even more into sport, working out and fitness as a tween, and it saw every aspect of their life improving. 
It was a really great addition to their life, and it improved their relationship with their dad immensely. Their dad had always wanted to be an AFL player, but his dream was never realised and he swiftly began passing it onto Cole. The problem was, AFL wasn’t a lifelong dream for Cole, only a temporary fix. 
Despite how he felt, he kept trying to work towards a spot in the league. It was gruelling, but at the very same time, not so bad when he was still allowed time to do anything else he liked, too. Shortly after getting into football, he began to play basketball, and the two hobbies co-existed just fine. 
Everything was co-existing just fine until Cole was in his mid teens, and he discovered his love for music. Learning on an acoustic guitar around a campfire on a trip to the bush was enough to ignite the spark that never stopped burning. 
Cole was conflicted. They knew exactly what they wanted to pursue, where they wanted their life to go, and everything they did after making the discovery only confirmed the fact. They began to play shows, and soon their commitment to their sporting teams wasn’t even something they could get by with. 
They wanted to quit, but they couldn’t break their dad’s heart, and they were afraid that trying to quit AFL or even basketball, something they knew their dad would prefer them to do more than music, would return their family to the messy one it once was. 
Cole fell into a depression, and funnily enough, music was the only thing that helped them cope at the worst of times. 
As high school drew to a close, they were terrified. They knew what they wanted to do but didn’t know what they would end up doing. Their mental health reached its all time low, and then they graduated, still without answers. 
Answers only came in the form of two letters. They received an offer to train for the AFL, to eventually get a position in a team if they were good enough, but they also received an acceptance to train in basketball for a year in the United States. They wanted neither of those things, but the invitation to a place so far away from their dad helped a plan fall into place.
Cole didn’t want to ruin his relationship with his father, but he knew that the only thing he could do to preserve it while also preserving himself and his own wellbeing was to put distance between them. So, he lied about accepting the basketball program’s offer, used the savings he had compiled from busking, playing shows, from birthday gifts and working part time jobs, and he left. 
He was eighteen when he arrived in America. He decided to begin his travels in Miami, but he quickly realised it wasn’t the right place for him. After travelling through multiple cities in multiple states, Cole found themself in Shrike Heights, Colorado. It was much quieter than the places he was used to, but the nature surrounding the small town and the community feeling he got from the place reminded him of home. He’s still not sure if this is the long term place for him, but he’s optimistic, even while living through the attacks.
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missvane · 3 years ago
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 ✦ GETTING TO KNOW YOU ✦
BASICS.
Full Name: Ophelia Elizabeth Therese Vane Nicknames: Biscuit (by her father), please someone call her Phee or Olie (oh-lee) ♡ Skeleton: The Bluestocking  Titles: N/A Cast Position: Gentry Birthdate: January 31st, 1775 Birthplace: Ranport House, Southampton, Hampshire, England
PHYSICALITY. Height: 5′7″ (170.18cm) Body Type: Ophelia has a slim, hour glass shape to her body. She is on the taller side of the female height spectrum, and has always been taught never to shrink herself. She loves the outdoors and spends time walking (helpful for burning off the sweets she has a tendency to indulge in). Like most people she has things she would change about her appearance, most notably the width of her hips/bosom (oh to be gracile!), the roundness of her cheeks, and her hair texture, but she doesn’t obsess over her appearance.  Hair: Long, dark brown, loose curls. Her hair texture is pretty thick, and can be quite unruly. She has little patience with it, so it is usually thrown up somewhat haphazardly with strands escaping throughout the day. Eyes: Brown  Skin: Her skin is fair, hovering around an ivory shade with pink undertones. It’s soft, I’d imagine, and a bit sensitive to sun. After it burns she’ll develop a tan (God forbid!), but perhaps only a shade or so darker.  Markings: Dark freckles dot her skin throughout her body. There are some 50 or so throughout. She has a birthmark the size of a quarter (or British 2 pence) high up on her left thigh. If you squint it looks like a whale. She has a very faded scar on her right elbow from falling from a tree as a girl.   Walking: Ophelia has a direct, and determined walk. Even if she is not going anywhere in particular, she walks with a purpose and does so quickly. Speech: She has a somewhat deep voice for a woman. It’s rich, and throaty. When she is discussing a topic she’s passionate about Ophelia tends to speak quickly and a lot. Her father used to say: “Remember to breathe, Biscuit.” Posture/Bearing: Despite her somewhat unorthodox upbringing, Ophelia has always had good posture drilled into her. It was about dignity more than propriety in her family, and nothing short of a straight back and squared shoulders were tolerated. That being said, if you happen to catch Ophelia lounging around her home or garden you might find her sitting sideways in a chair, feet dangling over the arm, or curled over a book… She tends to let her posture fall to the wayside when engrossed.
PERSONALITY. Presentation: I think a lot of people find her a little strange when they first encounter her. She’s very unapologetic about who she is and what she believes, and that conviction coupled with her spirited personality can be startling, disconcerting, or invigorating depending on the person. She can be forceful and perhaps more impassioned than a woman in polite society “should be”, so her presentation truly fluctuates with her company.   Interactions: Ophelia loves to meet new people. She believes no one can have too many connections, and that with each person she meets, a whole new world is opened up (she’s a romantic what can I say?). That being said, her confidence is definitely tied to her comfort zones. She enjoys interactions and situations where she feels in control and sure of her own abilities. Once you pull her out of that zone, she rather quickly becomes reluctant, and more introverted.   Lures: She’s drawn to books, academic discourse, the promise of adventure, the outdoors... I believe it really comes down to Ophelia being drawn to experience. She despises that as a woman, she is not permitted to live life to it’s fullest potential.  Temperament: Ophelia is quick to anger, and quick to react to said anger as well, which can lend itself to untoward behavior. I suppose there is some redemption in that she is certainly expressive about her emotion, which leads to its efficient resolution. She doesn’t hold onto it for long unless she’s been betrayed or purposefully targeted. In that case, you’ll have it coming. Reputation: I think she can be seen as something of a free radical, a destabilizing element in an otherwise flawless system of what is right and wrong. For those who are fond of her forward-thinking ways they might sooner describe her as lively, engaging, smart. And for those even closer she is known for her undying loyalty and sense of good humor. 
HABITS. Favorite Hours: Certainly a night owl. She could stay up all night, and has. The woman is known to be a grump if you wake her up before nine in the morning. Midday is also one of her favorites. The day seems full of endless possibilities at noon. Punctuality: She is almost always on time but is often rushing in those last few minutes. She’ll be punctual, if a little out of breath.   Nervous Ticks: When Ophelia is nervous her hands gets quite fidgety. This might be expressed through tapping her fingers, fiddling with any jewelry she might be wearing, or one her father particularly hates, cracking her knuckles. She also tends to chew the inside of her lip.  Sleeping Style: Ophelia sleeps on her stomach/side and is quite mobile throughout the night. She usually props a leg up on one pillow, or (for lack of better word) cuddles a pillow while also having one for her head. The sheets are usually tangled by morning. She’s also a very heavy sleeper. 
EDUCATION. School: Ophelia was educated in the likes of her male counterparts, and was an exceptional student. But really, all it takes to be a good student is a thirst for learning, a hankering for knowledge, and the dedication to see it through. She’s a student of life, I’d say, truly curious about everything, and willing to research and study whatever piques her interest. But all in all I’d have to say her favorite subject would be history. How could it not? Known Languages: English, French, conversational German, and Latin (currently attempting to learn Italian) Talents: Ophelia is a skilled chess player! She has been playing against her father from a young age and he never went easy on her. She finally beat him when she was 15, and he hasn’t been able to win since. Another talent of hers is identifying plants. Her mother adored the outdoors, and began introducing her daughter to the flora of England before she died. Ophelia carried on the interest and can now identify over 300 plant species with a quick inspection. She can also mimic a Mistle Thrush song through whistling. (They are also known as Stormthrushes for its penchant to sing in foul weather).  Learning Style: While predominantly a visual learner, Ophelia believes an empirical way of education is the most effective. Auditory and verbal can be thrown in as well, because debates! discussion!
PHILOSOPHY. Religion: Agnostic Theist (believes in a God or Gods, but does not claim to be 100% certain). Her mother was raised in an actively Protestant family, but could never resolve herself to the teachings of the Bible. She enjoyed the spirituality of it, but the Bible was simply too confining. Meanwhile, Ophelia’s father was raised in a very superficially religious home and he abandoned it young. So Ophelia has had very litter interaction with the church, and would likely say she’s Protestant but knows very little about the actual teaching, and definitely doesn’t live her life by it.  Superstitions: While she doesn’t have a deep or ritualistic belief in superstitions, Ophelia conforms to the common practices of knocking on wood or crossing her fingers for luck. She also believes that white heather will bring you luck, as will catching a falling autumn leaf. I suppose she focuses more on good luck, than bad.  Virtues: Justice and diligence are the most prominent in Ophelia. Every man should pay his due, every wrong doing should be righted. While she is not exactly lawful, she believes in and would fight for justice, always, however it may come. Alongside that there is no project, task, or idea that Ophelia does not try her darnedest to see through. She hates leaving things unfinished, and has quite an admirable work ethic. Kindness gets a honorary mention too, but it is not something she believes should always be given.  Vices: On the flip side, pride and wrath are Ophelia’s most dominant vices. She has a bit of an inflated ego, and it can be seen in the way she wields her beliefs and convictions like a weapon. She also is aware of her own intelligence and, well, that can sometimes be annoying. Wrath... Ophelia is full of fire, and while that can be a good thing, it can also certainly rear it’s ugly head. She’s quick to anger, fast to burn, but in that short time she can be ferocious. And if you betray her trust, and take advantage of her loyalty, she can be quite vengeful. Honorary mention goes to gluttony in the form of always wanting a little bit more than she has, though not in the form of material things. (ie. information, love, chocolate...)
RELATIONSHIPS. Family: Her immediate family is very, very small. It has been just her and her father for well over a decade now, and Ophelia holds that relationship to the upmost importance. Understandably, the two are incredibly close and she does not take that for granted. She has an assortment of other family members, of course, and writes to a handful of her cousins throughout the year.  Friendships: While Ophelia has quite a few acquaintances and pen pals, she has few close friends. There are only a handful that she has taken the time and energy to foster a deeper and more honest relationship with. Her inner circle has always been quite intimate, and that is where she feels most comfortable, nourished, and capable.  Friends in Need: Ophelia isn’t very emotionally intelligent or particularly skilled at reading or picking up on other peoples emotions. Empathy isn’t something that comes quickly to her, and it takes a little more effort in order to understand how someone is feeling. Communication really comes in handy here. But if she senses that something is wrong (she’s not oblivious) or if she’s told, Ophelia will go above and beyond to find a solution or simply help in any way she can. Needing a Friend: I love this question because the answer has changed as she’s gotten older. As a child, and a student, she understood that asking for help was the only way to receive it. She loved to ask, for an answer to a question, for another piece of pie, for help... She was very open to it. But as she’s gotten older, and has experienced and truly understood her place as a woman in society, Ophelia has grown to hate feeling, seeming, or simply being incapable of something. She doesn’t want to convey the helplessness associated with her gender. So reaching out for help or admitting her shortcomings is tough and she tends to wait until she’s exhausted herself to do so.  Discord: She is pretty communicative. Her mother and father were great examples from a young age. They didn’t hide their disagreements or let grievance fester in quiet hostility. They spoke their feelings, and would have discussions in front of their daughter. Though she can struggle to understand why she is feeling a certain way, Ophelia will not hesitate in expressing what she is feeling. That being said, she has a tendency of saying hurtful things in the name of being honest, when in actuality she doesn’t want to be alone in her intense feeling.  Enemies: Someone who treats others unjustly, or with blatant prejudices. Anyone who betrays her trust or takes advantage of her loyalty. Anyone who purposefully works to assassinate her character. Anyone who disregards science (less enemy and more she’ll simply write them off).
MOTIVATIONS. Intentions: That’s the big question, isn’t it? *sighs* What Ophelia wants is love. Real love. Not something born out of mutual benefit or convenience or societal pressure. Which she recognizes is seen as frivolous and juvenile, but is important to her nonetheless. Marriage is already something she struggles against because of how much it’s forced upon her, and because of how close she thought she came to it once before. So, really, at this point all she is searching for is love, desire, happiness. Marriage may come, and it may not. Goals: She wants to change the world. Big goals, I know, impossible, even, but if she can change her little corner of the world, Ophelia would be happy. While she has dreams of women in parliament, and rights that rival those of men, an aspiration closer to her heart (and realism) is opening a school for girls where they are taught a full curriculum, and given the opportunity to choose what interests them and pursue it! Fears: Society, of course. But personally, she’s terrified that she’ll lose her conviction after settling into family life. That being a wife, and motherhood will snatch away all her grand plans, and progressive goals. She also fears death. Her mother died young, her idol Mary Wollstoncraft died young, and Ophelia often wonders what these woman would have accomplished if they lived to be wise and old. Also, she can’t imagine the absence of life. Of a world without her. And the thought can sometimes leave her feeling paralyzed.  Regrets: “Oh what’s the purpose of regret?” She tries to live by the idea that everything is a lesson, and if you regret something, then you are regretting that you have learned. Pretty words, yes, and in actuality, Ophelia is the type of person to replay conversations later in her head and realize she should have said something else.  Breakthroughs: Ophelia needs to learn how to swallow her pride, and realize she can’t do it all. She needs to come to terms with her own fallibility. She needs to mature, become more comfortable with compromise, and become more precise with her words. And really, she needs a supportive, loyal, and loving partner by her side. 
As per usual I overindulged and wrote a novel!! If you made it this far, just know I’m blowing you a kiss. 
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id love to hear abt your latest session! my party and i are currently divvying loot after fighting a dragon :3c
athelina i owe you my fucking life. this is gonna be so long. and very complicated but i will try and omit what i can
last night we started with the party split in three different directions, and not of our own accord- our tabaxi cleric (wonder of the world) and our dwarf artificer (drorra) split in one group with some npc allies including drorra's wife (carrion), our warforged rogue (knife) by themself, and me (elf paladin, connor) with a dragon paladin npc (tepullanir).
how we GOT there is a bit of a long story- essentially a crusty old wizard named cabraxis who allied with the quori (creatures from the realm of dreams- and of the dreaming dark specifically, or nightmares) has taken a very sinister shine to our cleric and was trying to get us to help him reunite with his partner. but we figured he was Nasty and refused so he sent wonder and drorra in the middle of Cult Country and i managed to evacuate us with a wish, which tldr put us in the only thing keeping the archfiend manifestation of hatred, violence and war from tearing his way into the prime material plane and making the entirety of the world of eberron a war zone
now we want exactly none of those things, as you can imagine, so we are none too happy with cabraxis but incapable of contacting each other, so wonder and drorra are running around trying to find freedom, knife is picking their way through essentially a warforged scrap shop, and tepu and connor are trying to creep their way through the seal without being spotted or dying. drorra and wonder ended up directly fighting cabraxis, reversing time to save carrion who he disintegrated and teleporting the hell out, knife ended up killing one of the creators of warforged herself and then meeting a god they helped create. their shit was absolutely insane but for simplicity's sake since this is ALREADY SO LONG i am going to talk about what happened to ME
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visual aid, connor is on the left with the glasses and tepu's on the right, they are NOT YET KISSING BUT I KNOW IN MY HEART IT WON'T BE LONG
connor awoke in the seal to find tepu in draconic form with her wings cut off, and after administering some healing found out she had been feebleminded by A Certain Catboy We Hate (VERY LONG STORY) and had to help 1. convince her connor was not a threat 2. heal her enough to keep walking, which she did, at which point the dm threw a path to follow at me in the shape of connor's mother's bloody footsteps.
connor's mother, valleth, is directly aligned with the archfiends and pursuing a dagger i am desperately trying to keep out of her hands.
we pick our way through the shield for a while and run into another dragon npc named oli that connor despises and tepu has really bad history with but is a high-level wizard, so connor decides to play him like a fiddle and rolls nothing under a 28 on persuasion/deception to get him to help us! she tells him some egregious lies, he believes her and removes the feeblemind from tepu and we part ways and continue onward
after following the tracks for some time they split off into a branching path and we follow one, which leads connor on her own to a younger version of herself that does not recognize her- connor was born into a house of spies but she was shit at it, never gaining the approval of her very bitter mother, and this version of her is trying to by passing a test given to her that directly confronts her worst fear: heights! connor turns her around and tells her she doesn't need to try that path. if it sucks she can just walk away, and leads her by the hand back out to tepu.
which is about when we get confronted by a massive writhing Creature consuming everything and oli frantically getting our attention so we can all RUN, which we do, because what else are we gonna do. connor and connorcita which is what i'm calling her now for the sake of trying to simplify things track her mother down a manhole, leaving tepu and oli to try and fight this thing off
when connor^2 finds valleth she is in the process of opening a portal up with the dagger we DON'T want her to have so the connor the elder and valleth start duking it out- which goes much worse than expected for valleth so connor's like
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and crits, taking her nearly all the way the fuck down, at which point the archfiend of war and rage starts trying to tear his way through the portal
so connor corners her mother with the dagger like hey how do we stop this, fucker, and valleth reveals the only instruction she knows is to spill heart's blood on an altar at the end of the room. at this point the ceiling partially caves in and the dragons are back, fighting the vore critter, and connor now has a very desperate choice to make on who to kill:
her mother, who connor has a long and bad history with and would love nothing more than to kill, but connor's a redemption paladin. and the personification of killing someone you hate is clawing his way into the chamber.
her younger self, who is scared and upset and level 1
oli, who she REALLY needs alive right now because of a deal she made with a god
tepu, who has already been sacrificed to this cause and who connor was able to save and really really really does not want to get hurt again
herself, who has not wanted to die for nearly 8 years and is fighting to live.
so, you know. no big deal!
time freezes around her as i the player start throwing alternatives out to the rest of the table, and then the archfiend starts talking to her and trying to make her doubt herself and hesitate at the last second. he unfreezes connorcita who looks up at her with something like fear, or revulsion, and connor says "oh honey, i am you."
and then, after coming to understanding, and connorcita telling her that she is the only time she's felt safe, she knows what she needs to do. there's only one option; she needs to stop being afraid of what would be justice for anyone else being done for her. she needs to do what's right by her younger self, and her older self. there's always been a right path. the oath of redemption is not letting yourself be a punching bag.
the two of them take the dagger and drag connor's mom to the altar. connor, as she holds the knife, tells valleth she's sorry for whatever drove her to the archfiends. and then the two connors- one older, one still a child- drive the dagger into her heart
and with a bullshit percentile dice roll
seal the archfiend back into the portal and avert an apocalypse. the horrible devourer creature shrank up into a tiny ball.
she's back out of the seal now with two dragons and massive platinum wings sprouted from her back.
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If the Ramm guys were in disguise what one feature would you recognise them from?
I think pretty all of them are easy to recognise because I have picked apart their appearances in detail (the Richards eyes post, for example) so I'm also going to say what would have to be done to make them unrecognisable
Flakes most recognisable feature is probably his eyes. They're very big and round and pretty like an innocent animal in an animated film. He's also super good at shapeshifting though, I didn't even realise Flake was a band member in the Sonne video for way too long because when he changes his glasses and or hair he looks completely different. Remove the glasses and give him coloured contacts.
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Who is that Rosenrot man?
Olis thing is mostly his height and I don't really know how he would hide that but I'm fairness I don't imagine he's recognised very often anyway. Height and bald head so maybe if he had a wig itd be harder to tell?
Paul's probably his hair, he's the only human who can pull that off. We've seen him with so many hairstyles so I think shave his head and hide the neck tattoo. Maybe also ask him not to smile?
Till, right, has had so much opportunity to move around unseen during the pandemic but for some reason he doesn't seem to be utilising it, unless he's just making appearances enough that we think he's in X place with blond hair but then he's somewhere else with a brown wig. Still, the only way to hide his super distinctive face is a mask and glasses. He's already good at making himself look smaller so that's fine. Seriously though why doesn't he get some rad cloth masks make it a new accessory and maybe people like him will wear them more. They aren't super hard to wash.
Schneider... His eyes, I think? Eyes and nose combo but eyes especially. Except he's still completely recognisable in shades. Jaw doesn't work either because he pushes his jaw forward for photos but if he doesn't know a camera is there he doesnt so both positions are well documented. Hm.
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Richard has a very distinctive Everything. Eyes, mouth/teeth, nose, ears (theyre surprisingly high up), jaw, general body shape. It'd have to be a full shades, maybe beard, baggy clothes he would never wear combination because any one or combination of those features being visible would render him completely recognisable. A little chubby because when his face is softer his face isn't as distinctively pointy?
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I say he's super distinctive but I did once have to double check once that this was him so maybe I'm being optimistic. It's the nose more than anything that gives it away.
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eyecache · 4 years ago
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@prinita.thevarajah on @southasia.art, 11/11/2019 to 11/19/2019
“Hello, Prinita @prinita.thevarajah here. This week I’ll be sharing my thoughts about Eelam cultural identity formation through Tamil cinema (Kollywood) and the Eelam diaspora.
Eelam Tamils are native to Sri Lanka and constitute the largest diasporic Tamil community outside of India. Not all diasporic Tamils share a collective sense of Tamil identity, though Kollywood has been crucial in marking  and maintaining one’s Tamil identity in the diaspora, especially where Tamil communities often hold minority status. As an Eelam kid in Australia, I often looked towards Kollywood to shape my understanding of what it meant to be Tamil. The child of Eelam refugees who fled Sri Lanka in the 80s as war between the government and Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam (LTTE) erupted, ongoing violence carried out against Eelam Tamils halted our community's capacity in developing a 'popular culture’ of it’s own. To be an Eelam Tamil is to be part of a community whose territorial, cultural and ethno-linguistic identity have been so heavily discriminated against to the point of genocide. The trauma of war seeped into our identity formation, and our fragmented diaspora while incredibly resilient, had not one single cultural representation to rely on. So, despite a lack of representation, Kollywood became the pillar that Tamilness sat upon. And while the articulation of Dravidian identity and Tamil nationalism is profound in Kollywood, the struggles of Eelam Tamils fit well within the profound self proclamations of Tamil language, culture and tradition propagated by Kollywood, but solidarity failed to materialize on the screens.
This week I want to explore representations of Eelamness in Kollywood, highlight artists in the diaspora contributing to an Eelam cultural renaissance and ask - what does it mean to re-imagine Eelam popular culture and how can we reclaim our Eelmaness by de-centering Indian ideals of Tamilness?
Despite yearning for a Eelam identity that is whole, I cannot discount the profound impact Kollywood has had on molding me into a proud Tamil. As a child in Sydney, my Appa contributed to Inbathamil Oli (Sweet Sound of Tamil) - a 24 hour Tamil radio station.
He would take me along to spend overnight shifts at the station, and I would listen on fondly to his musings over the air. The theme song for the station was Mettu Podu from the film 1994 Tamil film, Duet. 20 years on, the song still sticks with me as an anthem for the strength, resilience and beauty of the Tamil community.
ஆண் : தங்கமே தமிழுக்கில்லை தட்டுப்பாடு ஒரு சரக்கிருக்குது முறுக்கிருக்குது மெட்டுப் போடு Tamil will never be lacking & I will make music to proclaim it! எத்தனை சபைகள் கண்டோம் எத்தனை எத்தனை பகையும் கண்டோம் அத்தனையும் சூடங்காட்டிச் சுட்டுப் போடு We have seen many fights We have been through many wars Forget them all and be free of them! மெட்டுப் போடு மெட்டுப் போடு என் தாய் கொடுத்த தமிழுக்கில்லை தட்டுப்பாடு Make music, make sound With the tongue of Tamil my mother gave me Tamil will never be lacking
MATERIALIZED AS TRAUMATIZED// Today I want to focus on the representation of Eelam Tamils in Kollywood as one that is flattened without nuance: a people in constant agony and despair, solidifying us in our state of trauma. It is certainly necessary to provide an understanding of the ramifications of genocide for Eelam Tamils. Where historically, our struggle has been erased: the denial of genocide and failure by the international community to intervene or hold the Sri Lankan state accountable for war crimes, the depiction of the plight of Eelam people in Kollywood is assumed to be informative. But I ask, why all trauma and no strength? If Kollywood could make room for us as broken people, why not also portray our vigor and irepressibility? How do we see ourselves as Eelam people when the only representation of us in popular culture is a community that is defeated?
Historically, Kollywood has been uninterested in Tamil diasporic subjects. It's preoccupation has been in the entrenched ideas of Tamil culture, tradition, modernity and ethno-linguistic nationalism. The praxis of Tamil cinema is guided by the everyday practices of Tamil lives in Tamil Nadu and fails to incorporate the question of identity that the diaspora grapples with. Consider that the political struggle of Eelam Tamils heralded a new phase of militant Tamil nationalism, created a society that reformers and poets of Tamil Nadu could only imagine, and waged a war for liberation that was of epic proportions in both triumph and tragedy. It is a grievance that a culture industry in the ‘heart of Tamil civilization’ did not give adequate artistic due in its mainstream medium to an achievement that is claimed by many a Tamil nationalist to have been the ‘height of Tamil civilization’
It’s clear that diasporic Tamil identities are shored up as an anomaly to normative Tamil cinematic identity. Looking closer at the 2000 film Thenali shows the vexed and complex relationship between the Eelam Tamils and those from Tamil Nadu.
Thenali (Kamal Hassan) is an Eelam man from Jaffna. He is a hyper anxious neurotic used by his psychiatrist to derail the career of Dr Kailash. Thenali falls in love with Dr Kailash’s sister, Janaki. The film follows an enraged Dr Kailash’s attempt to eliminate Thenali despite Thenali’s naive quest to please the Dr. Subtle distinctions portray the disparate identity of Eelam Tamils. From the Dr Kailash questioning why Thenali speaks Tamil differently, to Thenali painted as a miserable jest juggling irrational fears as a result of having his home raided by soldiers, his father attacked and mother raped. The film seeks to other Thenali, the traumatized Eelam man who just can’t seem to get it right. Towards the end of the film Dr Kailaish adopts words from the Jaffna dialect, but immediately corrects himself upon realization. If Thenali is the oppressed Eelam Tamil, Dr Kailash is a metonymy for India, whose help Thenali seeks again and again, refusing to see anything wrong in the doctor or his intentions, elevating him to the position of a divine being.
The political history of Tamil Nadu is riddled with moments when the people of Tamil Nadu and the state have been sympathetic to the cause of the Eelam Tamils, resulting in policies allowing Eelam Tamils to stay as refugees and also in offering us financial aid. Much like the fluctuation between compulsions that drive its foreign policy and the sympathy for Tamils expressed in Tamil Nadu, Dr Kailash declares his predicament that he is unable to disclose the thoughts he harbours. At the point when he thinks he is close to eliminating Thenali, he declares, ‘there is no joy in living as in watching destruction’, a statement that resonates deeply with the oft-repeated criticism of the Government of India and Tamil Nadu’s silence in the wake of the Sri Lankan army action in 2009 that resulted in the deaths of 100 000 Eelam Tamils
The film features the song "Injerungo" (slide 5&6) which supposedly includes Jaffna slang - but ask anyone actually from Eelam and they’ll tell you that Kamal Hassan missed the mark almost completely - Eelam kids, what do y’all think
Kannathil Muthamittaal (2002) is probably Kollywood’s most comprehensive take on the human cost and emotional toll endured by Eelam Tamils, complete with visceral descriptions and images of war torn Sri Lanka. The film tells the story of an Eelam girl, Amudha who is adopted by an Indian Tamil couple, and the family’s journey back to Sri Lanka to reacquaint mother and daughter. Her biological parents abandon Amudha to join the ‘rebel cause’ who we can assume is the LTTE. Rather predictably, considering the labeling of the LTTE as a terrorist organization, there is no overt reference made to the group. The rebels are depicted as armed men who speak Jaffna Tamil and the audience are left to form their own interpretation. Much like Thenali remains silent about the cause of Thenali’s oppression, Kannathil Muthamittaal resists making explicit reference to the cause of conflict or parties involved. Expectedly, the film holds arms traffickers responsible for the plight of Eelam Tamils, as opposed to the Sinhalese government, erasing actual genocidal intent since 1948. After visiting the island and witnessing the helplessness of the Eelam people, Amudha and her family return to Tamil Nadu. The underlying message is that the Indian Tamil is both politically and culturally superior and more empowered than the Eelam Tamil.
A common thread in both Kannathil Muthamittall and Thenali is that in the traumatized portrayal of Eelam subjects, Kollywood domesticates Eelam Tamils for an Indian Tamil public. Eelam Tamils are removed of their political agency and are presented as an object of pity. Rather than demanding concrete political solidarity, an abstract humanitarian sentiment is requested. As if to say, “ooh, look how they suffer. Let’s marry them. Or adopt them. Assimilate them into our safe lives. Let us be their providers.” Charity is the gesture appealed for, but there is always something fundamentally depraving in charity.
Tonight I want to make space to think about what it looks like to reimagine and reconstruct an Eelam Tamil cultural identity, away from Indian Tamil ideals.
An accurate portrayal of the political, social and existential condition of the Eelam Tamils is yet to be found in Kollywood. And as Eelam Tamils, we reject being labeled as Sri Lankan as to do so means aligning with the very state that attempted to erase our existence. What does this then mean for our capacity to develop as a people within the island? The North-East of Sri Lanka, the Tamil homeland, is one of the most heavily-militarized regions in the world. Currently, according to the Adayalaam Centre for Policy Research, in the Mullaitivu District - where the last phase of armed conflict was fought - at least 60 000 Sri Lankan army troops are stationed. That’s 25% of the 243 000 military personnel of the whole country. Our people in Eelam are under constant surveillance and control, the military's presence in Eelam facilitates displacement and land grabbing that consequently destabilizes and disrupts the day to day activities of our community. Survival becomes the goal with the preservation and development of culture an understandable after thought.
Considering the impossibility of any free Eelam Tamil cinema developing under the Sri Lankan state, we turn to the diaspora. This year marks the 10th anniversary of the genocide against Eelam people, and as we move into the new decade, it's vital to reflect and consider deeply the history we pave forward as a community. How are we creating stories for ourselves away from the narrow narrative that has been bolstered by Kollywood? How are we reclaiming the identities that the state of Sri Lanka tries to squash daily? At what point do we move away from memorializing genocide to depicting our resilience and expansiveness?
In the pursuit of an Eelam identity that is total, fragmented identities of caste, kinship, class, and region are devalued, uniting diasporic Tamils and strengthening our affinity to ūr. I want to spend the next few days exploring what it looks like to embrace our Eelamness fully as a diasporic people. I believe that in doing the work to understand and articulate ourselves wholly, we as diaspora Eelam Tamils begin to heal the trauma that has trickled down through our bloodlines. Our narrative has a destiny that is full of autonomy, solidarity and collaboration.
HIGHLY EXPLOSIVE/READY/RAW
I begin my imagination on the embodiment of diasporic Eelamness by exploring the legacy of Mathangi/Maya Arulpragasm, M.I.A. Not to revere or glorify, instead to honor and applaud her immense strides to give us visibility while fully embracing the multifaceted and radical notion of being an Eelam Tamil. Maya remains one of the only widely known representations of our community, from our community. That she is as revolutionary, innovative & resilient as she is is a reflection of the immense talent, ingenuity and pure force of Eelam people. Through her art, she amplifies the placelessness and the cultural and political contradictions that come with being an Eelam Tamil in a hyper-globalized world. The fact that she is so often dismissed, ridiculed and as of late ‘cancelled’, is clarification of her power in undermining and challenging unequal systems of control. From flipping off the Super Bowl to being banned from Sri Lanka, Maya is an unapologetic weapon of freedom.
Maya is a DIY artist guided by her trajectory from refugee to icon. Her strength in bringing bits and pieces together: beats, words, images, ideas - to create something new while centering her narrative as an Eelam woman, epitomizes the journey of an Eelam Tamil. Against a culture that glamorizes reality & equates beauty to consumption, Maya provokes a discussion about how the minority live, closing the distance between here and everywhere else. To be a diasporic Eelam Tamil means to be gaslighted by an entire nation, and yet moving uncompromisingly forward in being deeply inspired in our current contexts to bring change, revolutionize & decolonize. And while M.I.A. cannot go back home, we can.
Sunshowers came out when I was 9 years old. One Saturday morning, I crawled out of bed to watch music videos and inhale cereal and suddenly become entranced when Maya appeared, the hypnotic jungle beats blowing my mind. Up until then, the most representation I had as an Eelam kid was my reflection on a blank TV screen.
Reflecting on the music video now and it's images of brown women organizing, I draw parallels to the ideals and aims of the Women's Front of the LTTE. While it is not productive to linger on what could've been, I do believe that a radical imagination will set us free - and perhaps, this was Maya's intention, to provoke profound fantasies to revive the legacy of our ancestors.The aims of the Women’s Front were to: secure the right of self-determination of Tamil Eelam, to abolish oppressive caste discrimination and feudal customs such as the dowry system; and to eliminate all discrimination, secure social, political, and economic equality.
At the end of verse 1, Maya chants 'like PLO, I don't surrendo', making reference to the Palestinian Liberation Organization, emphasizing the interconnectedness of struggles throughout the world and the need to collaborate with and show solidarity with groups of people who experience similar discrimination under colonization. How can transnational, decolonial solidarity allow evolution to our identity as Eelam people? What does it mean to maintain the radical, non-violent goals Eelam within the diaspora?
BIRD FLU
2006/The track draws on the sonics of urumi/gaana that most Eelam kids will recognize. You know the sound cos when you hear it you can’t stop moving: it’s an infectious outbreak/dance break. Maya swims in a sea of folks who look like they could be my Anna or Thangachi - the visuals look like the homeland. It’s the noise of freedom, the resistance of dominant interpretation. Within the sonic dance break of Bird Flu, Maya cultivates themes of militarized warfare and global dispossession spins them into a collective resource for imagining the alternate for Eelam Tamils.
Running with this idea of ‘flu’ and ‘contagion’, with the sound and it’s accompanying visuals, Maya emphasizes the need to spread ideas of alternative utopian possibilities, collectivity, belonging, and pleasure in the midst of & despite devastation by warfare. For me, Bird Flu provides a refreshing moment of criticality—an opportunity to reactivate our political imaginations and reconceptualize eelam community.
SRI LANKA JUST ELECTED A WAR CRIMINAL AS PRESIDENT and I continue my attempt to unravel Eelamness. With the ache in my heart and rage in my chest I ask: how do we move forward?
When Sri Lanka repeatedly assigns power to murderers and thieves, Kollywood tries to cement us as wounded and the rest of the world exclaims ‘oh Sri Lanka! That’s near India right!!???!!?' how are we as a community dealing? Where our experiences of genocide are dismissed transnationally, how do we divert fury and desire for validation of our struggle to healing? How are we to heal when the scab keeps being torn open? What are our responsibilities, as artists, to bring rejuvenation and radical change?
As we grieve for the homeland, I encourage you to think about the privilege that comes with being in the diaspora. Our access to resources expands our capacity to strategize and organize: we cannot limit ourselves. Christopher Kulendran Thomas is an Eelam artist based in London & Berlin. Thomas’s 'New Eelam’ disregards the boundaries of the white cube to project an alternate reality of citizenship and ownership. Provoking the art world itself, Thomas is interested in how his work as an artist can bring structural and social change. New Eelam is presented as a real estate start up of sorts with a housing model grounded in collective international co-ownership: subscribers pay the same amount to access different houses across the world. Working alongside an architect and team of real estate, finance, law and tech folks, Thomas seeks to provoke conversations around property and migration. Our identity as a people is one that is marked by consistent displacement and disruption. We are dispersed but profoundly connected. New Eelam imagines a future that brings autonomy in migration and allows us to maintain the idea of an Eelam the transcends borders. Freedom of movement increases opportunities to collaborate, and our collaboration as a diaspora is essential in the liberation and legacy of Eelam.
When the riots began, My Thatha was the principal at Jaffna College in Killinochi. His school shut down immediately and when I was 6 months, he moved to Sydney and into our home on Burlington Road. Being in a war affected refugee household brings with it a plethora of traumas & my relationship with my grandfather was my safe space. He is an artist - and his idea of child minding was reciting Thirukurral to me as I listened at his feet, entranced: my fingers often swirling in acrylic paints or homemade clay. When I was scared, he would serenade me with sangitham, gamakas cartwheeling from his belly through his chest. Sometimes at night I would tip toe out of the bedroom I shared with my parents and older siblings into Thatha’s room. More often than not, he would be in a state of hypnosis, brushing away at a canvas with images that usually resembled home. Reflecting on this time in my life, I understand that creative expression was Thatha’s device for healing. Not only did his art allow him to reconnect with Eelam, but it also allows him to rewrite and reimagine his narrative.
My attempt to dissect our Eelam Tamil identity has been perplexing yet empowering. As a community heavily persecuted against within the island, distressingly traumatized within the diaspora and yet profoundly capable and irrepressible, I wonder - how can we as a community of diasporic artists begin to shift our narrative? They burnt down the Jaffna library for a reason, they saw our vision and were threatened by it. How can we harness the collective rage we feel productively in a way that not only allows for the liberation of our own people but inspires expansive radical change?
My fellow Eelam people, I challenge you to think large - move away from the commodified and the curated, the white cube and other structures and systems that attempt to contain our ideas. I encourage you to think about art as a a movement for change as opposed to an aesthetic. Organizing is a form of art, protest is a form of art and so is survival. We must use our creativity as an imaginative space that provokes discussion, dialogue and education across struggles. How, through our art, can we make the invisible, visible while listening and working alongside our Eelam community at home?”
Original posts available here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. Wanted to repost this from @southasia.art on Instagram because of how informative it was. 
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whichwaytowonderlandep · 4 years ago
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Evermore | Ch. 1
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Pairings: (Yoongi/Reader)
Genre: Romance, Angst
Words: 3,638
Tags: Beauty and The Beast AU, Modern au, eventual smut, drug mentions (sort of)
Series: The Disney Series
Chapter One
Your hand flew out of the sheets, flying across the side of the bed blindly before you finally made contact with the annoying device that had decided to wake you up at the ungodly hour of six in the afternoon. Too early for you. 
You let out a loud groan, feeling slightly buzzed as the hangover from last night comes at you in full force. The sounds of the cars running and the people having fun outside of your apartment building filtered into your small and run down apartment. 
You don’t remember much of last night, having completely checked out of your body as the night progressed, you continued to work the streets until the ungodly hour of three in the morning. 
You get up from your bed, bones cracking as you smack your dry lips together. One of your hands comes up from under the covers as you push your tangled hair out of your face. The warm air coming from the fan in the corner doing little to stop you from sweating like hell while you slept during the day. 
You knew your roommate must’ve been here during the day by the leftover weed smell that continued to linger in the air coming from the kitchen. You ignore it, already having been used to the smell before you move to the bathroom. 
Your eyes instantly meet your unruly hair as you really take a look at yourself, seeing all the makeup from last night still on your face — smudged and not at all pleasant looking. 
You decide to get ready for the night, taking a long cold shower as the knots that had formed under all that stress and that hard as a rock bed wasn’t helping make matters any better. 
The heavy metal music and the sound of cars honking filling in the silence as you got ready in the sluttiest clothing you could find in the shared closet you and your roommate, Olivia had. You had promised her to finally join her tonight, after weeks of asking you finally agreed to join her and maybe make some money on the side while you were at it. 
A tight, black dress that landed too far from your knee but that still left something to the imagination. Your makeup was done heavy — black eyeshadow and eyeliner, as well as dark red lipstick coloring your lips as you made your way out of your apartment… through your window. 
It’s not that your door didn’t work well, it was the people behind said door that you were wanting to avoid. Your rent was due soon and your front door neighbor had this thing about grabbing your ass every time he saw you. So, climbing out of a three story apartment window and into your fire escape seemed like the safer choice of the two at the moment. 
You make your way down the street, heels clicking loudly as your hips sway side to side. The dirty streets of the city were filled with late night party goers, drug addicts looking to score and ladies of the night looking to make a quick buck. Your smile flirts with the man you pass, throwing small waves at the ones who almost break their neck to get a glimpse of your ass. You break out in a giggle as one of them trips over his friends.  
Your hair bounces on your shoulders as you quickly make it down the street, catching sight of your friend’s bright purple hair. “Oli!” You shout her name as you stand a few meters away from her, waving your arms around as you try to get her attention from the other side of the street.
Olivia Alvarez was an old friend from the days before you became a college drop out — her following you right along. What mostly attracted you to her was her loud as fuck personality and her will to give less fucks in any situation. “I’ll talk to you later baby, my girl is here.” She pats the guy on the ass, startling him slightly before moving to wrap her hands around you as you ran towards her. 
“I haven’t seen you since yesterday!” You exclaim, hugging her tightly. You let go of her as you wrap a hand around her shoulders. “Where have you been, buddy?” 
“Oh you know…” Oli wiggles her eyebrows, making an action zip her lips and throwing the key away. “A lady never reveals her conquests.” She whips her hair around as she wraps her arm around your waist. Her height making it possible for her to lay her head on your shoulder with no problems — leading the both of you to stand at the corner of the street. 
“Manny was looking for you again last night” you say, watching her smile quickly disappear from her lips. “Told him you left the country… again.” 
“Yeah, well next time you see him, tell him that I died.” Oli ‘s heavy Argentinian accent coming out as memories of him come to mind. “And that my body was cremated, that you scatter my ashes into the ocean so that I may find my way back home and blah blah blah” 
You chuckle at her dramatic ways, finally separating from her as the catcalling around the two of you becomes even more noticeable. “You’ll be fine, just avoid him for a couple of more days and he’ll get bored… eventually.” 
“So what are we doing tonight?” You change the subject quickly, trying to keep the mood a happier one. 
“We are going to hit a couple of clubs, meet some new friends and have the best fucking time if our lives” Oli counts each one of them on her fingers, reaching into her jacket’s pocket and pulling a small plastic bag of different colored pills. 
Your smile only wavers slightly as she pulls two of them out, offering one of them to you before shoving the other one into her mouth. 
You eye the one in your hand, not sure how taking random drugs is going to get you through the night without making a plethora of horrible decisions. It would sure as hell make it a whole lot easier. “Come on (Y/N)” Oli says in a mocking manner, “Live a little!” 
You smile, a slight grimace on your lips before taking the pill into your mouth. 
Right, (Y/N)... it’s time to live a little. — you think to yourself, already regretting what was going to happen tonight. 
//
Min Yoongi couldn’t be even more than happy to get the hell out of that party. If it could even be called a party. His fingers twirl around the emerald ring on his left hand. His face showing no emotion as he took another long sip of his watered down tequila — he had no plans on getting drunk tonight, but as the night went on he was going to quickly change his mind. His black hair crazily moving to the California breeze as he leans on the glass railing overlooking the bright city lights. 
All he wanted to do was to go back to his hotel room and take a nice long and well deserved nap. But no, he had to stay here in the middle of a city where he knew absolutely nobody. Where he was only asked by his company to appear for appearances sake. 
“Hey grumpy!” A loud voice startles him as a taller body crashes into his. Hoseok’s blinding smile moves to the corner of his eyes, a hard pat on his back. “What the hell are you doing out here when the girls are all inside?” 
He would have almost forgotten about Hoseok’s presence if it wasn’t for the way he would constantly come outside and check up on him every couple of minutes. 
“You’re missing out, man!” Hoseok continues as Yoongi gives him an uninterested glare before moving his gaze back to the city. “Why don’t you just come back inside, I might even have the right girl for you.” THe younger man chuckles. 
“Not interested” Yoongi grumbles, already knowing where this was going. He had seen it all before, the parties, the glamour, the celebrities — hell, he has lived in the spotlight most of his life and there was nothing he had grown to hate more. He drinks what was left in his glass, hoping that the younger male would finally take the hint. Unfortunately, that was still not the case. 
“Oh stop being such a grump! I know you used to like to party!” Hoseok whines as he leans over the railing, trying to get Yoongi to meet his eyes. “I want my best bro back” 
“You know, I’m doing just fine with this bottle for myself” Yoongi points to the bottle sitting on the ground beside him. “I was also having a great ass time, so why not let me continue doing that?” With a grim smile, Yoongi looks back at the scenery in front of him. 
Hoseok gives him one last smile before wrapping his arm around the giggling girl beside him. He had always known Yoongi to be the biggest grump he had ever met — nothing mean that he said was ever taken to heart. Hoseok, even after everything they’ve been through, would still consider him one of his best friends. 
Hoseok lets out a deep sigh as he realizes the older man isn’t really in the mood to party so he reluctantly takes his keys out of his jacket, placing them on the flat railing before taking his leave.”Don’t scratch it” Hoseok yells back before disappearing from the patio and into the lively atmosphere. 
Yoongi takes one look at them, his tongue pushing against his cheek as he places the bottle on the metal railing with a thunk, grabbing onto the keys before he makes his way down and through the backyard — possibly avoiding every person he possibly could. 
His mind was slightly buzzed from the alcohol, nose red from the cold and his body feeling only slightly heavy, and yet, nothing was stopping him from climbing into the front seat of Hoseok’s car and pulling off into the dark road. 
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You’re extremely sweaty, a little bit hot and definitely feeling like you might pass out any second. At the same time... you felt euphoric, high on life and you would admit a little bit horny. Olivia and you had found yourself gaining free entry to one of the nearby clubs, stepping onto the dance floor as soon as the two of you arrived. You had some idea of what Oli might have given you, making a note to ask her tomorrow if she had any more. 
The strobing lights made you dizzy and the vibrations coming from the surrounding speakers were beginning to give you a heavy migraine. You stop dancing as you feel someone pull at your hand, looking back with your fuzzy vision you see Olivia’s wild hair in your present view.  You could hear her saying something, although it sounded like nothing but gibberish to you. 
You don’t know what she said, but your hazy mind was able to put two and two together as you saw her smirk at you before turning around and grabbing onto some random guy’s arm. She has found a client for tonight and from here on out you were flying solo. 
You’re no longer paying attention to her as you see her making her way out of the club, instead your eyes start scanning the rest of the barely lit club. As a high-end escort, Olivia knew the clubs where all the rich, married and very lonely trophy husbands and CEOs liked to hang out and relax. It was her hunting ground. 
The men in her life didn’t last very long but from the moment they met her, they could only assume they were done for. Once she had her claws on him she wouldn’t let them go until she got bored or she got a large sum of money from them. Olivia gets bored very easily. 
You hadn’t been okay with the idea when she had first suggested you joined her while she worked, knowing rent was due next week and you barely had enough food to last you the next few days. So, you took her up on her offer. To let her teach you her ways of manipulation. 
You lick at your dry lips, feeling lost and alone as you no longer have someone familiar around you. You push your hair back as you step off to the side, your body starting to feel sore as you move towards the crowded bar. You try to find an empty spot, looking as the poor bartender gets pulled in all directions — the idea that you would possibly get a drunk any time soon is long gone as you unwrap your jacket from your waist and head towards the exit. 
The fresh air hits you with full force as your body cools down. You could still hear the loud music thumping from inside the club as you move through the empty alleyway. Your mind is still a little fuzzy as you put on your jacket, getting the last of your cigarettes from the inside of your jacket. 
You stumble out of the alleyway, fighting to make your lighter work as the wind starts to pick up as you step onto the street. You groan out loud, shaking the lighter in your hands as if that would make it magically work. “Stupid thing better work, I just bought it last week!” ‘
You weren’t really paying attention as you kept on walking, the migraine you had back at the club making its presence known. You were not looking at your surroundings, or at the empty and wet street as your boots slap against the puddles and you were certainly not aware of the very bright lights coming down the road at a very alarming speed. 
Yoongi looks up at the road, the bright red jacket shining as the headlights of the car he was driving hit you. His foot slams down on the brakes, his heart beating a mile a minute before the care fortunately stops only inches from your body. He did not need a criminal record. 
 Your startled eyes meet his as you drop your lighter to the cold, wet asphalt with a clink. It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t almost pee your pants. After the initial shock wears off, you feel relieved and then, you feel only anger. It could be the drugs talking or it could be the alcohol that made you act way out of character. 
“Are you fucking kidding me?! You almost ran me over!” You angrily yelled as you slam your hands against the hood of the very expensive-looking car. Hair falling all over your face as you try to take through the tinted windows, trying to get a look at the culprit’s face. You stumble around, your boots not helping out the matter. 
You didn’t have to wait long before the man stepped out of the vehicle, anger apparent on his face as he made his way to the front of the car. “You didn’t scratch it, did you?” He ignores you as his eyes scan the hood, looking for any kind of scratches. “Are you serious right now? You could��ve killed me and you’re worried about your fucking car?!” 
He lets out a sigh of relief as he makes his motives there are no scratches on the car. “Key word, almost.” he mumbles, not sparing you a glance as he gets back in his car. 
“Uh, no you dipshit. I could have died.” You continue on, following him to his window —smacking your hands on it as you try to get his attention again. It seems as if you succeeded as he rolls the window down all the way. 
“Please don’t touch the window, I don’t want it to get filthy” The man says as he looks at you up and down with nothing but a bored expression plastered on his face. 
“Way to be rude, asshole” You mumble, leaning against the car. Your head leaning towards the window as you try to maintain your balance— your stomach starts to feel kind of funny, but the feeling of anger is still surpassing anything else that you could possibly be feeling. 
“I could be splattered in front of your car and you only car if your precious car doesn’t have a scratch on it.” You continue mumble, “It’s exactly how people like you are ruining our country!” There it is again, that funny feeling in your stomach. 
“You mean drug-addicted prostitutes like you aren’t?” Yoongi finally looks your way, an eyebrow raises as he gives you a skeptical look. He knew he was judging you without even knowing you but he was stressed enough as it is and you were the closest thing he could take his frustrations on you. Some stranger he might never get to see again. 
He can tell by the way your eyes widen and your mouth opens in a little gasp that he had offended you, he could feel guilt bubbling up in his chest as he realizes that he offended you deeply. He doesn’t let you see he feels that way as his face and demeanor becomes cold again— pushing the button to close his window, cutting your words as you continue cursing him out. 
You continue to tap on the window as you hear the sound of a revving engine. The rude motherfucker thinks he can get away with anything just because he has money. The  migraine and the feeling  you had in your stomach is something that you can no longer keep pushing down and as you throw up the little food you had managed to eat that day onto the side of his very slick and very clean car you knew that you had fucked up. You smirk as he parks the car once more, wiping at your lips. You take a step back as you watch him angrily get out of the car with eyebrows furrowed and disgust clearly showing on his face. 
You don’t get to live in the moment for long as your vision becomes blurry and your eyes catch only the glimpse of the headlights as your world becomes dark and you hit the ground with a loud thud. 
Yoongi instantly turns around, his eyes searching for your body before he finds you passed out in the middle of the road. “For fuck’s sake…” He mumbles angrily to himself.  For once, he was glad that he got lost on a road with little to no traffic at all. He takes one more look at the vomit on the ground, feeling queasy at the sight of it. He skips over it, careful to not get it on his very expensive shoes as he squats down next to your body. 
“Hey, stupid...Wake up.” Yoongi says as he nudges your shoulder, hearing soft snores coming from under a mountain of hair. He pushes you fully on your back, your hair falling back onto the wet concrete as he sees the peaceful look on your face -- along with some of the vomit still present on your chin. “Why does shit like this always happen to me?” Yoongi has an inquisitive look on his face as he looks around his surroundings, the cold air making his breath visible in front of him as he notices no one around the surrounding area. He could easily leave you right where you were, get in his car and just get the hell out of there. Another part of him is telling him to at least move you to the sidewalk, to the ‘nice’ and ‘comfortable looking garbage so that you at least don’t get used as a speed bump. 
And yet, something in his consciousness tells him that he was human not too long ago and while you were rude to him… he couldn’t just leave you to rot in the middle of nowhere. He had no idea where you had appeared from and as he gently patted the pockets of your jacket he could tell you didn’t have a cellphone or anything he could call your loved ones with. He could always call the police, but he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to explain the scene in front of him or how long they would take to actually get there. 
“Mom…” He hears you mumble in your deep sleep. 
“Hey..Wake up. You can’t stay here…” Yoongi tries one more time and as you offer no more words, he finally makes up his mind. He unbuttons his silk jacket, moving to place it on your legs before he moves his arms beneath your knees and your shoulders. “Damn, could you be any heavier?” He complains, adjusting you as best he could in your arms before moving back towards his vehicle. He struggles with opening the back door as he tries to not drop you, he ends up using his leg as he hooks his foot onto the handle and struggles to open it. Succeeding after a few minutes, finally placing you into the back seat. He steps away, making sure all of your limbs were inside the car before he slams the door—  hoping that it would wake you up and you could go on your merry way, but as he watches your unmoving body still sleeping in his back seat he knows that it was a futile attempt. 
“Fucking…..” He grumbles in annoyance as he skips over the vomit on the asphalt, getting into his car and driving off. 
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bat-lings · 6 years ago
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21 questions
Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to know better.
Tagged by the lovely @aceredrobin !
Nicknames: Nedj (or Zae on tumblr pick your poison)
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Height: 168cm / ~5’5
Hogwarts House: buzzfeed says mostly Gryffindor & Ravenclaw
The last thing I Googled: lol "which hogwarts house are you in quiz"
Favorite musicians: Imagine Dragons, Woodkid, twenty one pilots, Sam Tinnesz, Joe Cocker, Terence Trent d’Arby, Bigflo & Oli, Mika, Sia, Adam Jensen, Supertramp, Of Monsters and Men, Charlie Winston, Halsey...
Song stuck in my head: The Rocky Road to Dublin smh
Following: 1049
Followers: 601 on this blog
Do I get asks?: yup & they’re the best ily all!
Amount of sleep: 6 hours on a good night
Lucky number: lets go with 11
What I’m wearing: jeans & t-shirt
Dream job: something along the lines of illustrator or concept artist
Dream trip: too many to enumerate, I didn’t get to travel a lot so far
Instruments: played the piano for a while when I was a kid, didn’t conserve any skill tho
Languages: French, English, tinsy little bit of German, some insults in Arabic
Favorite songs: Master Blaster, Shine my Shoes, Ya Rayah, Violet Hill, Divisés, Soldier, Blood // Water, Somewhere Only We Know, a hundred others
Random fact: I’m probs aro, I make lists or plans of actions for everything & never complete them, I live in an organized chaos
Aesthetic: car trips with music blasting in your ears & wind in your face, tangled gamepad wires, the smell of winter at night, daydreaming in the middle of a conversation, last-minute cramming study-session, sunbaths with a book, bold colors
Tagging: @timkarinn @ellievate @dykestephbrown @loserforbatfam @draconicpenartastic @kurawastaken @internal-ethics @thatblondeperson @mvtchesmalone @m00nslippers !
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uchisuke · 5 years ago
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20 Questions
INFYPL Rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 people you want to get to know better.
thank you @furubaish and @thewinterose for tagging me in this! this was super fun to do!
1. Nicknames: my name is olivia, but my family calls me liv and my friends call me oli
2. Zodiac Sign: i’m a virgo, and i’m the year of the rabbit
3. Height: 5’8
4. Hogwarts House: hufflepuff, though tbh i don’t really care for harry potter
5. The Last Thing I Googled: “nintendo switch” - lol after they announced botw sequel yesterday at e3 i checked how much they cost because now i need to buy one
6. Favorite Musicians: jon bellion, imagine dragons, ariana grande, halsey
7. Song Stuck in My Head: couples retreat by jon bellion, i was listening to it last night before i went to bed
8. Followers On This Blog: 2,887 followers! i never thought i would ever have that many lol, but tbh a good chunk of them are probably bots
9. Following: 167
10. Do I Get Asks: eh not really, only occasionally
11. Amount of Sleep: i try to get at least 8-9 hours of sleep every night
12. Lucky Number: it’s 9 because i was born in september (9th month) in the year 1999
13. What Are You Wearing: a big t-shirt that i got from an event at my uni, and plaid pajama shorts
14. Dream Job: this is a tough question for me tbh, i’ve changed my major 3 times lol so i guess i’m still figuring it out. my current major is digital media which i love so probably something with that
15. Dream Vacation: JAPAN
16. Instruments: unfortunately, i don’t play any. i once wanted to play saxophone when i was younger, but ended up not doing it
17. Languages: just english
18. Favorite Song: radioactive by imagine dragons
19. Random Fact: i’m the youngest child out of 3. i have an older brother and an older sister
20. Aesthetic: high waisted pants, sweater cardigans, baby blues and lavender, playing video games during a thunderstorm, listening to lofi while studying, looking up at the stars on a really cold night on top of a parking garage
aaaand i’m too lazy to tag anyone lol, so anyone who wants to steal this and do it is more than welcome!
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amourphousblob · 7 years ago
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destroying kpop haters one bullshit argument at a time
DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT SAYING THAT EVERYONE IN THE WORLD MUST LISTEN TO KPOP AND NOTHING ELSE. I LISTEN TO MORE THAN JUST KPOP AND HONESTLY IF I WAS CONFINED TO THE GENRE I WOULD PROBABLY GET TIRED OF IT. THIS IS FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE SO CLOSED MINDED THAT THEY REFUSE TO LISTEN TO KPOP ALTOGETHER AND DECIDE THAT IT IS ALL BAD AFTER HEARING 2 SONGS.
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1. “they're all made of plastic and fake”
not all idols have undergone plastic surgery, but keep in mind that it is not as stigmatized as it is here. besides that, what does wether or not someone has surgery affect the music they create?
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2. “how can you like that, you can't even understand it / the lyrics have no meaning”
 for the first part, im just going to say that wether or not you understand something does not determine it’s artistry. for example, one of the reasons i like the song lie by its so much is that there is a key change in the chorus that just butters my egg roll.
as for the second half about meaningful lyrics, lets take a look at the top 10 on the billboard hot 100.
Post Malone - Psycho
“30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that bitch lit, ayy, Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip...”
Drake - God’s Plan
“Fifty Dub, I even got it tatted on me, 81, they'll bring the crashers to the party, And you know me, Turn the O2 into the O3, dog, Without 40, Oli, there would be no me, Imagine if I never met the broskies....”
Bruno Mars - Finesse
“We out here drippin' in finesse, It don't make no sense, Out here drippin' in finesse, You know it, you know it, We out here drippin' in  finesse, It don't make no sense, Out here drippin' in finesse, You know it, you know it....”
case closed. that’s not to say all western music is mindless pop.
Twenty One Pilots - Truce
“Now, the night is coming to an end, Oh, The sun will rise, and we will try again. Oh, Stay alive, stay alive, for me. You will die, but now your life is free, Take Pride, In what is sure, To, Die. I will fear the night again, Oh, I hope I'm not my only friend. Oh...”
Panic! At the Disco - Always
“When the world gets too heavy, Put it on my back, I'll be your levy, You are taking me apart, Like bad glue, On a get well card...”
Ed Sheeran - The A Team
“But lately her face seems, Slowly sinking, wasting, Crumbling like pastries, And they scream, The worst things in life come free to us, 'Cause we're just under the upper hand, And go mad for a couple grams, And she don't want to go outside tonight...”
k-pop has its share of meaning as well.
First Love - BTS
“그때 기억해 내 키보다 훨씬 더 컸던 갈색 piano 그게 날 이끌 때 널 우러러보며 동경했었네 작은 손가락으로 널 어루만질 때 “I feel so nice, mom I feel so nice” 그저 손 가던 대로 거닐던 건반 그땐 너의 의미를 몰랐었네 바라보기만 해도 좋았던 그때”
English Trans:
“The corner of my memory, A brown piano settled on one side, In the corner of my childhood house, A brown piano settled on one side, I remember that moment, Way taller than my height, The brown piano that guided me, I looked up to you, I yearned for you, When I touched you with my small finger, I feel so nice mom I feel so nice, I played the piano wherever my hands took me, I didn’t know your significance back then, Back then I was content with just looking at you”
BLACKPINK - Playing With Fire
“Oh no 난 이미 멀리 와버렸는걸 어느새 이 모든 게 장난이 아닌 걸 사랑이란 빨간 불씨 불어라 바람 더 커져가는 불길 이게 약인지 독인지 우리 엄마도 몰라 내 맘 도둑인데 왜 경찰도 몰라 불 붙은 내 심장에 더 부어라 너란 기름 Kiss him will I diss him I don’t know but I miss him 중독을 넘어선 이 사랑은 crack 내 심장의 색깔은 black”
English Trans:
“Oh no, I’ve already come too far, Suddenly, none of this is a game anymore, Love is like red fire, Blow, wind, so the fire will grow, Is this medicine or poison? Not even my mom knows, A robber in my heart, why don’t the police know?Pour out your oil in my burning heart, kiss him will I diss him, I don’t know but I miss him, This is past addiction, this love is crack, The color of my heart is black”
some kpop is basically meaningless, but that’s ok too, it just depends on your personal tastes, and something doesn't have to have profound meaning all the time.
Red Velvet - Bad Boy
“너무 쉽겐 오지 마 재미없잖아 거기서 Ooh ooh (Oh-eh-oh-eh-oh) 밀고 당겨볼까 Ooh ooh (Oh-eh-oh-eh-oh) 시작할게 Bad boy down”
English Trans:
“Don’t come too easily, That’s no fun, stay right there, ooh ooh (Oh-eh-oh-eh-oh), Let me play some games, ooh ooh (Oh-eh-oh-eh-oh), I’ll start, bad boy down”
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3. “It all sounds the same”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEMaH9Sm3lQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwmSjveL3Lc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uw_HR9jIJww
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEeFrLSkMm8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2hlQkVJZhE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3UGMDJ9kZCA
just click those links and see how wrong you are.
(also thats some really good shit you're welcome)
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4. “none of them can actually sing”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1ucPuBhwpk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yjft9tufgf4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6Fh64QwbJQ
theres more if i check.
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5. “They all look like girls/The guys look gay”
 is u blind
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reblog so more people can see this and realize that kpop isn't complete trash
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Oliver
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n o w    p l a y i n g . . .
Little Poor Me – Layto
-Little Poor Me-
0:32 ─•────── 3:18
"Urr ye a dafty, or am ah juist imagining yer lack o' common sense?"
   ⓪ Prolouge
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     ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆
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     ┊.        ┊       ★⋆
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     ★⋆       ┊ . ˚
                ˚★
Oliver was born of an affair disguised as a one night stand, a mistake in the eyes of his father and a blessing in the eyes of his mother. His father had fled the relationship as soon as he had heard the first implications of a pregnancy and left his mother to raise a child on her own at a young age. In the eyes of her community, many began to lose respect as his mother had a child outside of wedlock and to an unknown father, however none of that had discouraged her and she raised her son with love and warmth. Oliver was brought up around those who doubted him and some that hated him. Either for his undeserving status or his identity as a person. At the age of 16, Oliver's mother had gotten into a car crash that crushed the lower part of her spine and rendered her unable to walk and in a coma for months. She was no longer capable of leading her community and at the young age of 16, Oliver was forced to step forward. TBC.
    ① General
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     ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆
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     ┊.        ┊       ★⋆
     ┊         ┊
     ★⋆       ┊ . ˚
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❜ ─ ғυll naмe ─ ❛
Oliver ⋆ Kenneth ⋆ Baer
˚★⋆。˚ [First Name] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Pronounced AH-lih-ver. It is of Latin origin, and the meaning of Oliver is "olive tree".
˚★⋆。˚ [Middle Name] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Pronounced KEN-eth. It is of Irish and Gaelic origin, and the meaning of Kenneth is "fire born; good-looking".
˚★⋆。˚ [Last Name] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Pronounced BAIR. It is of German origin, and the meaning of Baer is "bear".
❜ ─ nιcĸnaмe[ѕ] ─ ❛
Oli ⋆ Olive ⋆ Kenny
˚★⋆。˚ [Nickname #1] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ This nickname was given to Oliver at a young age. So young, in fact, he dosent remember not having the nickname. He's just always had it. It's his preferred nickname and one he holds very dear to him due to it being his first nickname.
˚★⋆。˚ [Nickname #2] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ A nickname given to him by his friends. Loosely based off the fact that his name translates to olive tree. Not many know of this nickname, and though he acts as if it's annoying, he actually quite likes the nickname.
˚★⋆。˚ [Nickname #3] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ A nickname given to him by his grandmother at an older age. Truthfully, he hates it. Although he acts quite indifferent when his mother uses it, he will outwardly express his dislike of this nickname to others.
❜ ─ gender ─ ❛
Female ⋆ Male
˚★⋆。˚ [Current Gender] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver is a female-to-male transgender. Most people who know him, know of his gender or just assume he's male (thanks to him being on hormones for multiple years). However to strangers and those outside of his community, he tends to keep his gender hidden for as long as possible, fearing judgement and rejection. Has yet to have any surgeries, takes hormone injections (every two weeks), and wears a binder
❜ ─ ѕeхυalιтy ─ ❛
Demi-panromantic ⋆ Gray-pansexual
˚★⋆。˚ [Romantic Orientation] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ A demiromantic is a type of grey-romantic who only experiences romantic attraction after developing an emotional connection beforehand. Demiromantics do not experience primary romantic attraction, but they are capable of secondary romantic attraction/A person who is romantically attracted to others but is not limited by the other's sex or gender. Similar to biromantic. Panromantics will tend to feel that their partner's gender does little to define their relationship.
˚★⋆。˚ [Sexual Orientation] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Graysexual is a term that covers the fluid area between people who are sexual and people who aren't. People who are graysexual (or gray-A or gray-ace) might not normally experience sexual attraction, but do sometimes/A person not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity.
❜ ─ age ─ ❛
21-22 ⋆ 20 ⋆ 25
➺ Oliver had to grow up much faster than other kids his age, and due to that fact, has a much older ideology than others in his age group.
˚★⋆。˚ October 29 ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver will forever be upset that he was so close, yet so far from being born on Halloween.
˚★⋆。˚ Scorpio ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver isn't one to believe in astrology, though he does admit that his zodiac symbol is kinda cool.
"Scorpio is the eighth sign of the zodiac, and that shouldn’t be taken lightly — nor should Scorpios! Those born under this sign are dead serious in their mission to learn about others. There’s no fluff or chatter for Scorpios, either; these folks will zero in on the essential questions, gleaning the secrets that lie within. The Scorpio zodiac sign concerns itself with beginnings and endings, and is unafraid of either. They also travel in a world that is black and white and has little use for gray. The curiosity of Scorpios is immeasurable, which may be why they are such adept investigators. The folks with a Scorpio horoscope sign love to probe and know how to get to the bottom of things. The fact that they have a keen sense of intuition certainly helps."- astrology.com
˚★⋆。˚ Glasgow, Scotland ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver was born into a three bedroom home that he shared with his mother and grandparents until the day his grandparents passed away and the house was foreclosed. The house was bordered by trees and the perimeter was met by the mouth of a forest. It was an older, shabbier house and one Oliver hopes to buy back one day. Oliver currently lives in a two bedroom apartment complex with his mother.
❜ ─ ѕpecιeѕ ─ ❛
˚★⋆。˚ Lycanthrope/Werewūlf ˚。⋆★˚
➺ A person with the capability to change for periods of time into a wolf, typically when there is a full moon.
Wolf Form: The image above.
˚★⋆。˚ [Ethnicity] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Irish and Scottish with a dash of German on his mother's side.
˚★⋆。˚ [Race] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Humanoid.
❜ ─ langυage ─ ❛
English ⋆ Gaelic
˚★⋆。˚ [Primary Language] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver was born into a predominantly English speaking household and attended schools with English used as their primary language so he speaks and writes English fluently. Has a decently thick Scottish accent however.
˚★⋆。˚ [Secondary Language] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver's grandparents spoke Gaelic fluently, though his mother only knows enough to say simple sentences, Oliver is capable of a bit more. Oliver is planning on learning Gaelic until he is fluent in it enough to both speak and write it.
❜ ─ occυpaтιon ─ ❛
Dog Trainer Apprentice
➺ Oliver is studying under another to become a professional dog trainer. Though he has little clientele as of now, he is confident in his abilities and adores his occupation.
"Ye reek o' stupidity"
    ② Personality
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     ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆
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     ┊.        ┊       ★⋆
     ┊         ┊
     ★⋆       ┊ . ˚
                ˚★
❜ ─ perѕonalιтy тype ─ ❛
--
➺ --
❜ ─ нaвιтѕ ─ ❛
˚★⋆。˚ [Good Habit #1] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver is never one to give up. This can be both a good and bad habit, but for Oliver it is a predominantly good one.
˚★⋆。˚ [Good Habit #2] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver volunteers at animal shelters quite regularly.
˚★⋆。˚ [Bad Habit #1] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver tends to chew on the corner of his nail where the cuticle starts. It's a nervous tick and one he also does when bored. This can leave the corner of his fingers somewhat swollen and sometimes bleeding. Oliver will also pick at the dry skin of his lips until they bleed. This leaves cracks on his lips quite often.
˚★⋆。˚ [Bad Habit #2] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver tends to have a horrible sleeping schedule and will accidentally spend half the night playing mobile games if allowed. This is the sole reason why there always seems to be bags under his eyes.
❜ ─ нoввιeѕ ─ ❛
Botany ⋆ Collecting Pins & Stickers
˚★⋆。˚ [Hobby #1]˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver has always loved plants and has always desired a house full of them. He now dedicates a lot of time to the care of his plants and enjoys every second of it.
˚★⋆。˚ [Hobby #2]˚。⋆★˚
➺ To Oliver, pins and stickers are a way to show individuality. And he adores collecting those he finds relateable or aesthetically pleasing. His jackets are full of pins and he tends to put the stickers on his shoes.
❜ ─ ғavorιтeѕ ─ ❛
˚★⋆。˚ ғavorιтe color ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Black
˚★⋆。˚ ғavorιтe ғood ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Hawaiian Pizza
˚★⋆。˚ ғavorιтe ѕeaѕon ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Autumn
˚★⋆。˚ ғavorιтe тreaт ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Maple Flavored Cookies
˚★⋆。˚ ғavorιтe drιnĸ ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Matcha Green Tea
˚★⋆。˚ ғavorιтe ѕcenт ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Cinnamon
"Life owes ye hee haw 'n' will gie ye hee haw, bit if ye kin learn how tae turn that hee haw intae something, than mibbie this living thing is cut oot fur ye"
   ③ Physical
        Appearance and
        Health
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     ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆
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     ┊.        ┊       ★⋆
     ┊         ┊
     ★⋆       ┊ . ˚
                ˚★
❜ ─ pнyѕιcal тraιтѕ ─ ❛
˚★⋆。˚ нaιr ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver has redd-ish brown hair that lays to the side and is shaved shorter in the back. Blonde streaks haphazardly zigzag through his hair due to a failed bleaching attempt.
˚★⋆。˚ ғace ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver has an oval shaped face with a slightly upturned, button shaped nose. Light colored freckles cover the skin around his cheekbones, nose, and forehead. Due to his larger than average pores, blemishes tend to appear around his hairline and chin. Oliver has a slight gap between his two front teeth. Oliver also has his septum and tongue pierced, along with 0 sized gauges in both his ears and an industrial piercing in his left ear.
˚★⋆。˚ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴘs ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver has almond shaped, hazel-brown eyes that tint a faint green in the right lighting. His lips are somewhat thin and small and are salmon in color.
˚★⋆。˚ ʙᴏᴅʏ ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver is 5'6 in height and on the chubbier side with slight love handles and thicker thighs. His body is more oval in shape and he tends to be quite sensitive about his body despite his confident attitude. Light freckles cover his fair colored hips and thighs, as well as his shoulders and neck. His fashion sense leans more towards punk, with his primary outfit being ripped black jeans, ankle high combat boots that always seem to come untied and are covered in stickers, a black t-shirt with either an overused or meme-y saying on it and a red plaid hoodie that cuffs at the wrist and has a light grey hood coming from the back. His jacket is always covered in pins.
❜ ─ нealтн ─ ❛
˚★⋆。˚ pнyѕιcal нealтн ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver has slight asthma, just like his mother and is only required to carry an inhaler just in case something triggers a bad breathing episode. › Asthma
˚★⋆。˚ мenтal нealтн ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver suffers from light social anxiety, which can cause him to come across as standoffish at first. Oliver also suffers from body dysphoria, which is normally triggered when he deems himself as looking or acting too feminine or when around overly masculine men.
   › Social Anxiety › Dysphoria
"A'm waantin' tae fall in love, bit th' idea terrifies me. Whit if ah fankle up? Thir's na reset fastener fur love"
   ④ Abilities
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     ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆
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     ┊.        ┊       ★⋆
     ┊         ┊
     ★⋆       ┊ . ˚
                ˚★
❜ ─ coмвaт ─ ❛
˚★⋆。˚ coмвaт ѕтyle ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver's combat style is more up front than most would expect, especially since his community is not well known for their fighting skill. He however, does rely heavily on his hearing and ability to observe another's fighting pattern to help him take down his foes.
˚★⋆。˚ weapon oғ cнoιce ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Teeth and claws. What else would you expect from a wolf?
❜ ─ ѕpecιal aвιlιтιeѕ ─ ❛
˚★⋆。˚ [Name of Power or Ability] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver has the capability of shifting his form into that of a wolf or wolf-like creature.
❜ ─ weaĸneѕѕeѕ ─ ❛
˚★⋆。˚ weaĸneѕѕ #1 ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver's hard exterior is exactly that, an exterior. Deep down, the boy is a soft mess that needs constant reassuring and comfort. This is a weakness to him because, he can't be soft. His lifestyle dosent allow it.
˚★⋆。˚ weaĸneѕѕ #2 ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Any sort of intimate touch from someone outside of his immediate family makes Oliver quite flustered. Though a slight flirt himself, if you flirt back, expect to see a blushing mess.
"Black is definitely th' freish black"
   ⑤ Relationships
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     ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆
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     ┊.        ┊       ★⋆
     ┊         ┊
     ★⋆       ┊ . ˚
                ˚★
❜ ─ ιммedιaтe ғaмιly ─ ❛
Annabeth Marie Baer ⋆ Unknown
˚★⋆。˚ мoтнer ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver's mother is a huge figure in his life, though he takes care of her more nowadays than when he was younger. Due to a car crash that enabled her wheelchair bound, she is very dependant on her son, but he dosent mind.
˚★⋆。˚ ғaтнer ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver's father has been an absent figure his entire life, so he knows nothing about him. And truthfully, Oliver couldn't care any less about the man.
˚★⋆。˚ Pet(s) ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver has a five year old chow chow, german shepherd cross named Winston who he had adopted when he was 17. Winston is Oliver's best friend.
   ⑥ Extras
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     ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆
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     ┊.        ┊       ★⋆
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     ★⋆       ┊ . ˚
                ˚★
❜ ─ peт peeveѕ ─ ❛
˚★⋆。˚ [Pet Peeve #1] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Oliver despises when those around him decide to chew with their mouth open. To him, its disgusting and it makes the most unpleasant noise
˚★⋆。˚ [Pet Peeve #2] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Slow internet? Oliver might just leave the building. He cannot stand slower than average internet.
❜ ─ pнoвιaѕ ─ ❛
˚★⋆。˚ [Phobia #1] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Helminthophobia, scoleciphobia or vermiphobia is a specific phobia, the fear of worms, especially parasitic worms.
˚★⋆。˚ [Phobia #2] ˚。⋆★˚
➺ Autophobia - Autophobia (or Monophobia) is the phobia of being alone.
❜ ─ allergιeѕ ─ ❛
➺ Oliver must take allergy medication during the summer and spring seasons or his nose will become runny, his eyes itchy, and it will be harder for him to breathe.
 ›Pollen
★Likes
⊱botany
⊱guys who aren't good for him
⊱the smell of coffee
⊱dogs
⊱autumn and Halloween
⊱the sound of rain
★Dislikes
⊱worm-like bugs (specifically maggots)
⊱bigots
⊱pessimistic people
⊱overly hot days and sweating
⊱things that taste sour
⊱driving vehicles
   ⑦ Author's Notes
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     ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆
     ┊         ┊       ┊   ⋆
     ┊.        ┊       ★⋆
     ┊         ┊
     ★⋆       ┊ . ˚
                ˚★
➺ «First interaction
Oliver comes across as stand-off-ish and crude, with a sharp tongue and an even sharper glare. His personality lacks a filter and he can even come across to some as rude or overbearing.
➺ «Talking to friends
A jokester, Oliver tends to try and make them laugh, though his jokes might be a bit mature, he never fails to make his friends smile. A lot more caring and soft-spoken than when around strangers.
➺ «Talking to rivals
Double-sided and venomous, Oliver's words are as deadly as a cobras bite. He does not need to physically attack his rivals to make them cower, for his words are enough. Sometimes, he can go a bit over board, and at those times, he does apologize.
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monthly fic rec (may pt 2.) (fics marked with ** are favesfavesfaves)
- got the sunshine on my shoulders by hattalove (124k) **
five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.
now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.
(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)
- maybe we`re perfect strangers by starprediction (39k)
When an EDM festival in the Caribbean touts itself as a “life-changing and transformative experience,” Harry’s not too sure he buys into it. Regardless, Harry wants nothing more than to please his best friend, so he goes along for the ride. What he doesn’t expect is to fall head over heels for the festival’s organizer who Harry discovers is also the object of his best friend’s affections.
in which it takes three days under the tropical sun for two men to fall in love.
- atlas at last by louisandthealien (83k) **
He doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story.
Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.
It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.
- i could dream all night by fondleeds (73k) **
As the sun kisses the horizon, one last flash of light before the stars and the moon take over, his phone will brighten in his grasp, Louis’ name appearing on screen, come over or wanna see you or miss your mouth. Harry always lingers on those messages, elbows bruising on the cool metal of the railing by the lookout, watching the water as he thumbs at the side of his phone, lips bitten into his mouth, trying to will away the bubbling in his stomach, the heat that flushes to his neck at the thought of being thought of.
At the thought of Louis thinking of him.
AU. Harry spends his summer away from the city.
- i could do without a tan on my left hand by fookinglousers (7k)
The five times Harry’s blind dates go horribly wrong and the one time it goes horribly right.
- in midnights, in cups of coffee by suspendrs (15k) **
“Sorry about the sugar,” Louis says, backing toward his own flat. “Bundle up before you go out.”
Harry smiles so sweetly then that Louis can’t imagine he’ll even need the sugar, if the muffins aren’t sweet enough just because they were made by him. “Thanks,” he says, eyes lingering a little longer on Louis before he lets himself back into Gemma’s apartment, and then Louis is just standing in the hallway by himself.
Or, Louis is overworked and cold, Harry is stressed out, and they might be in love.
- looking through you by allwaswell16 (41k)
Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.
- show me how the fire works by turnyourankle (49k)
The Styles-Twist holiday in the Catskills is supposed to be just that: a family holiday. A last hurrah before Harry relocates to the states for uni. Instead, it quickly devolves into a honeymoon for his parents, leaving Harry and Gemma to fend for themselves. Harry quickly befriends the staff at the resort, and is enticed by Louis, one of the dance instructors. Harry gets in over his head in an attempt to impress him, but with Gemma egging him on and a ticking clock, how could he not at least try? Or, the Dirty Dancing AU no one asked for.
- rivers ‘til i reach you by embodied (29k)
Louis can’t begin to understand how he’s always this close and still can’t manage to make Harry his. He stands up and gets another beer. AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn’t be complicated (spoiler: it is).
- i have your dreams (and your teeth marks) by aloequeera (117k)
Louis and Harry don’t believe in second chances, but sometimes it feels like the universe does. A Music Industry/Getting Back Together AU.
He remembers how they were, always, Louis and Harry, Harry and Louis. He remembers the late nights and the lie ins, all the words they gave each other. He remembers how Harry would look at him like he hung the moon, and like he knew Louis’d done it just for him. He remembers it all. The problem, he thinks, is that he remembers how it fell apart, too.
- before we evaporate by crimsontheory (37k)
Louis Tomlinson; executive chef and owner of his own five star restaurant, been voted one of the top chefs in London, and has won several awards for his work in the kitchen. He’s always dreamed of being on Chopped, but never believed it would actually happen. Until it does. Now that he’s officially made it onto the show, there’s one tall, curly haired distraction that might just ruin everything for him.
Or the kinda sorta enemies to lovers Chopped AU with far more smut than necessary.
- i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) by thedeathchamber (55k)
Harry thinks he has good reasons for avoiding relationships. Meeting Louis puts those reasons to the test.
- pour your heart out by hrrytomlinson (92k) **
Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to.
- another hazy may by deLILAh (41k)
louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.
- love’s truest language by summerwine (48k)
The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.
“Where’s your order forms, then?”
“I don’t want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.
Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”
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Flower Shop AU
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kit-kat-draws2798-blog · 7 years ago
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Ahhhhhhhhh I finally finished this picture
It took about 9+ hours to record, but I think it was more around 12 hours in total adding in the sketch time
But I think it was decently worth it since it looks p good
Anyways, these are four characters that I absolutely love rn, which is funny because I only own one of them. The others belong to my friend KoKo-The-Rabbit
I just love how they interact with each other and the world around them.
I’ll just explain briefly on who they are and their relationships with one another~
Please keep in mind that these characters aren’t too developed so some things about them might change. You can probably tell what we mostly worked on lol. SPEEDPAINTS: Part 1 Part 2 (Would've been an hour if I put it into one ^^")
Akuma: Akuma is a very salty and aggressive individual. He’s the leader of the infamous gang, The Arctic Reapers. He started it with his own bare hands (get it huehuehue) along with two others. AS you could imagine, he doesn’t really come from a happy home. He grew up in an orphanage for pretty much his whole life, and fighting has pretty much all he’s known. That’s because the orphanage he stayed at was far from perfect. Imagine a pitted dogfight, but with children instead. A cruel environment for anyone to live in, especially for a small child. It gave way to trust issues and the impulse to push others away. This, in turn, made him lonely, but he’d never really admit that. The only people he really has trusted were the two other kids that grew up with him, that is until this one boy just decided to jump into his life.
Oliver: Oliver is one of those people that you’d suspect to be secretly an angel. He’s soft and sweet and loves helping people. He grew up as a “normal” child and overall had a good childhood. The only real bump that he encountered was in high school when he fell in love with the wrong person. Although that relationship only lasted about 4 months, it left him scarred. It left him insecure with a few trust issues. Other than that, he pretty much stayed the same. That is until he decided to get involved with some members of an infamous gang. He juggles being a good student and holding onto the relationships with these dangerous people. Not like he really regrets getting to know them anyways.
Dawn: Dawn is very cocky, loud, and violent. She carries around this bat she has dubbed “Jeremey” and treats it like a real person. She even writes on it the names of people she has “business” with. She is one of the kids that grew up in the same Orphanage that Akuma lived in. She is also one of the second in command of the gang.
Finnian: Finnian is a quiet and soft-spoken guy, who just happens to be huge. He’s about 6’7 and towers everyone that he encounters him. He pretty much looks like a twig, but he’s surprisingly really strong. He only really gets violent unless he has to. It’s in poor taste if the person didn’t really deserve it in his eyes. (Original design by @/Aririzia)
Their Relationships Towards One Another
Akuma and Oliver: Surprise surprise, Akuma didn’t really like Oliver at first and Oliver was a bit intimidated by Akuma. (Stranger danger D: ) They were forced together in an English assignment and from that grew a bit of a friendship. Oliver didn’t see the person that people told him Akuma was, and Akuma in all truth didn’t mind his presence. It was kind of a shock, however, when Oli wanted to stick around after the time of the project. Most people feared even being near Akuma while this boy wanted to stick around. Get to know him better. Actually be his friend. It took a while for Akuma to really warm up to him, to really trust him enough to invite Oli to their base. It didn’t take much longer for their feelings for each other to turn romantic and start dating. Smol and Tol gays uvu
Akuma and Finnian: I imagine them having a pretty close relationship, much like siblings. They don’t really fight and more or less just help each other, no matter what it is.
Akuma and Dawn: Put two violent hotheads in a room and I wonder what happens? Hell could break loose for all we know. Yeah, they probably are pretty close, but not in as of a peaceful way to him and Finnian. They butt heads and argue, maybe even fight a little if it’s that bad. Pretty much any sibling relationship in where you throw out sarcastic and passive aggressive remarks at each other to show how much you really care :’)
Oliver and Dawn: Need to protecc bean because she likes having him around. (That and Akuma likes lime lololol) If anyone hurt him, Jeremey will attacc >:v
Oliver and Finnian: Chill buddies. Just sit, chat, and eat some snacc. Tho it’s mostly Oli that talks lol. Although the true mystery is how tf Oli keeps a baguette in perfect condition in a small bag??? And also fit in a meal for like 6 people in it. WITH ALL HIS SCHOOL STUFF IN THE DAMN BAG.
Dawn and Finnian:
Let’s be real they probably fight a little. Dawn probably pushes buttons pretty easily. Like a mix of their relationship with Akuma. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
More accurate heights
Art and Oliver belong to me
The other characters belong to
KoKo-The-Rabbit
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runningfatboy · 5 years ago
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Lifting weights will affect your height. Lifting weights should only be for adults. Lifting weights is not good for you because of this and because of that. Imagine growing up to these thoughts. How would one be encouraged to even try to lift just the bar. However, when I started CrossFit I slowly understood the fundamentals of weightlifting. I was even more engaged when I enrolled in my first ever Olympic Weightlifting Class at @cfkatipunan (the box where I fell in love with CrossFit and Olys) under the guidance of Coach @jerker_pep. Who just had a HISTORIC WIN by bagging the silver medal in 35-39 age group 109+ kg category at the IWF Worlds Master Weightlifting Championship 2019 in Montreal, Canada. He is the first Filipino to represent and win a medal in the world master's stage. #philippineweightliftingour first ever Filipino. Congratulations again @pepprojectweightlifting!!! To everyone don’t be afraid to lift weights. Do not be bound by the limits set by others. Know and understand your body and nourish it well. Lift weights with discretion and proper guidance. Once you started weightlifting, you’ll never get enough and you’ll look forward to your next lift. No matter how hard. No matter how hurt you are including your ego. Keep hungry. Keep lifting. Keep going. #thirtydayprogress #onestepatatime #letsmakefithappen #goals #noexcuses #hwpo #oly #weightlifting #skyhighstrong (at Skyhigh Fitness Gym) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1sBb-tHStT/?igshid=zqmqzhb9q2qd
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