#its going to be a month of work posted in a week

[peppermintquartz]

Kyle is sweet and willing, pliant against Tommy, but when they're lying side by side in bed, all Tommy can think of is the way Buck leaned down to whisper in the woman's ear. His curls were still unruly. His shoulders were more defined.

Thankfully, Kyle doesn't take it personally in the morning when Tommy says it was nice, but he doesn't think he is ready for another date. Kyle kisses him on the cheek and walks out to his Uber, whistling.

--

Now that he's seen Buck, Tommy can't stop himself from checking up on him. He goes to Buck's Instagram page and he sees her showing up from about four months ago. Before her, a lifeguard - three weeks. Before him, a stylish older man, who lasted one month.

But with her, Buck looks happy. His eyes are alight and his smile is huge and he looks happy.

She's probably the one, then, Tommy thinks, sick to his stomach with jealousy.

He has no right. He has no right to be jealous.

He wishes. He wishes he has the guts to go to Buck, to Evan, and beg, "Evan, love me instead. Love me instead, please."

He gets drunk instead. Maybe alcohol will drown the ache within.

---

He wakes up to sunlight stabbing into his eyeballs and a breath so foul he thinks something died inside his mouth.

Picking up his phone to check the time, he sees a few messages. It's from Buck, except on Tommy's phone it's still Evan 💕, because Tommy has not moved on, not really, even when he has put himself out there.

Evan 💕: I saw you the other night with a date

Evan 💕: how have you been

Tommy: I'm ok

Tommy: saw you and your date too

Tommy: she seems nice

Evan 💕: she is. Girlfriend, actually.

Tommy feels the knife twist. He takes a deep breath, goes to wash his face and brush his teeth and down a Tylenol with water.

Tommy: she makes you happy?

Evan 💕: happy enough

Evan 💕: you?

Tommy: I'm ok

Tommy: I'm glad you're happy, Evan. Don't worry about me

He closes out of the app and turns his phone to silent mode. He's not on call and even if he were, being as hungover as he currently is, Captain Chang won't let him work anyway.

Half an hour later he gets someone knocking on the door.

He opens it without looking, expecting Jake or Alejandro from down the block popping by to borrow his truck since theirs is in the shop, and instead it's Evan.

"Hey," he says, struck by how good Evan looks.

"Hey." Evan shifts from foot to foot. "Can I come in?"

Tommy steps to the side and lets Evan in. He's still using the bergamot shampoo and the same aftershave, Tommy realizes with a visceral pang in his throat.

Evan stands in the middle of the room and swings his arms aimlessly. "I... I came here to talk, actually."

"Okay." Tommy motions to a chair. "What about?"

"You called me Evan."

Tommy blinks at him, his brain not quite functioning at its best. "What? When?"

Evan unlocks his phone and shows him the last message Tommy sent. And then Tommy realizes that, in his head, Evan is back to being Evan, not Buck, and it was so easy to go back.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Did you not mean to like the Instagram posts too?"

Tommy stares at him, and then unlocks his phone to look through Evan's posts, blushing when he realizes he did like two of the posts where Evan was grinning into the camera.

"You looked happy," is all he says.

Evan leans forward. "I am."

"And I'm happy for you."

"Are you really?"

Tommy sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "What do you want me to say?"

"The truth, Tommy. Are you really happy for me? Or do you feel something else?"

Tommy can't look at him. He stares at his knees. "She's your girlfriend. She makes you smile like you're lit up from the inside. I can't... I can't be angry about that." Taking a deep breath, he adds, "I'm sorry I called you the wrong name-"

"It's the right name," Evan interjects. "She doesn't call me Evan. No one does." He swallows audibly. "I won't let them."

That means something, doesn't it? Tommy's gaze slides up from his knees to Evan's face. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I-I don't know. Feels important." Evan rubs the side of his neck. "Tommy... I can't move on completely, not unless I know... I need to know."

"Know what?"

"Are you happy? Not about me or my life or my girlfriend, whatever. You. Are you happy?"

Tommy can lie. He can. He owes Evan nothing. All he has to do is lie.

Flame

@118dailydrabble, day 1

“Tommy?” Kyle says, and Tommy tugs his gaze back.

“Sorry,” he says. “I- got distracted. What were you saying?”

But Kyle’s already turning to look over his shoulder at the crowd of firefighters who just entered the bar, one broad blue-eyed man among them.

“Friends of yours?”

Tommy chuckles. “Old flame, actually,” he says. Casual.

Buck’s at a new station, and Tommy doesn’t recognize any of the others. His hand is on a woman’s back. Friendly? Familial? Buck leans down to whisper in her ear, and she giggles. Not friendly.

“Ah.” Kyle grins, unbothered. “You want to get out of here, then?”

Tommy grins back, stomach twisting, knives under his skin. Chokes it down and says, “Of course.”

[kaliforniahigh]

Same anon, I found your original post and decided to try a prologue blurb for you as I was feeling creative 👉👈

you just moved into a new house and you take this picture of Noah, and after a couple of weeks, strange things start happening, like stuff moving on its own and suddenly your camera stops working and you can't sleep separately anymore and you can't be alone in the house because you're so scared

Search for missing 23-year-old gone cold.

The front page headline taunts you accompanied by the picture you took of Noah a year ago to the day. You don't bother to read the actual article, it's been the same regurgitated nonsense for the past year, the same speculations which throw a spotlight on you: prime suspect #1. No one believes you when you tell them the truth. You got tired of trying to explain, being scoffed at and mocked as you tried to defend yourself to members of a community in a town you wished you no longer lived in. You were the town pariah and chose to accept that. "Come on. Don't look at that." Nicholas' hand on top of yours pulls you back from your thoughts. "Don't do this to yourself." He knows what you're doing, that you're beating yourself up again. Since Noah went missing he's been at your side, you know it's because he lost his best friend that night too but you can't help but wonder if a part of him blames you.

This never would have happened if you had just left when it first started happening. You're convinced that this is all somehow your fault, because you weren't truthful about how bad things got inside that house when something would creep in with the darkness, whenever he wasn't home.

You don't answer. You sigh because you're tired of the same old merry-go-round of lies your conversations have become. He's been supportive and good friend, allowing you to stay at his ever since because you're too scared to be inside that house even once the crime scene tape was ripped from the door. You can't sell it because no one wants a house with an active missing persons case attached to it, or to buy from the girl who is their number one suspect. You'd rip it down if you could but know that if you did whatever that thing was living inside there would only find a new home, a new person to torment. Somehow you prefer to be the one in control of that.

When you look across at Nicholas you can see it in his face he wants to ask you about it again. Every so often he gets the same look in his eye, the one that tells you he wants to ask because he doesn't believe you when you tell him what happened the night Noah disappeared.

Maybe the fact he doesn't believe you stems from the way your answer never changes, nor does the infliction in your voice. You repeat it like you're reading from a script, you weren't awake when he was yelling, it was too dark for you to even see anything, you don't know where the blood came from, you don't know anything.

Truthfully, you do because you were together that night, the same way you had been for the last few months when the nights became to unbearable for you to sleep alone. You felt safer with him, or convinced yourself that you were. Nothing came when he was there and the night terrors and sleep paralysis had come to a stop.

"I know you've told me before but what actually happened that night? Maybe... maybe you missed something?" There's a crack in his voice which betrays his own emotion. You know he's fighting hard to believe you, to have sympathy. You feel guilty every time you hear that break in his voice because you want to tell him.

So you start recount the events of that night, like reading from a script, because the only thing you know is: you can't tell anyone the truth.

ANOON!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING????

I'm actually freaking out right now because this is PERFECT. You wrote it perfectly, I don't even have the words to describe it!!!!

Poor Nicholas and poor reader. And she was there too when it happened :( She felt so safe with him and then this happens? And when you mentioned the blood???

Please, come back whenever you're feeling creative again!!!!

[kim-deadja]

ORV ROLEPLAY @sunfish-regressor &. @kim-deadja

idol yoo joonghyuk x anti-fan kim dokja. non-apocalypse roleplay

The summer sun streamed through the cracks of the blinds in Kim Dokja’s small apartment, casting jagged patterns on his cluttered desk. His laptop screen glowed faintly, illuminating a webpage he was more than familiar with: his own blog.

Dokja leaned back in his creaky chair, scrolling through the titles of his old posts.

Yoo Joonghyuk: The Overrated Idol of the Decade Five Reasons Why Yoo Joonghyuk’s Songs Are All the Same Why Yoo Joonghyuk’s Acting Career Should Stay in the Vault

Each post dripped with the biting cynicism he’d become known for in his tiny corner of the internet. His followers—if they could be called that—were a niche group of like-minded anti-fans who seemed to revel in his snarky commentary. But as he scrolled further down, he stopped at the latest entry, its tone strikingly out of place amidst the usual venom.

In Defense of Yoo Joonghyuk Regarding the Latest Controversy

The post wasn’t long, but it had taken him hours to write. Dokja’s fingers hovered over the keyboard now as he read the words he had typed days ago:

Whether Yoo Joonghyuk is dating or not is none of our business. The man has the right to a personal life. He spends his days under constant scrutiny, performing and working tirelessly to meet fan expectations. Are we seriously going to crucify him for being spotted at a park with someone? Even if he’s dating, so what? He’s human. Not a product. Fans need to remember the difference.

Unlike his other posts, this one had gone viral. Over a million likes and shares, his tiny blog had exploded overnight. He’d received countless comments—some from diehard fans thanking him, others accusing him of hypocrisy. Dokja didn’t care much for either camp, but the attention was... overwhelming.

What truly caught him off guard, though, was the email he’d received shortly after.

The email was polite, and warm, even.

Subject: Yoo Joonghyuk - Request for Collaboration From: Ha Junghee (Yoo Joonghyuk’s Management Team)

Dear Kim Dokja, We sincerely thank you for your thoughtful and supportive commentary regarding the recent incident involving Mr. Yoo Joonghyuk. Your perspective has been a breath of fresh air amidst the controversy. In light of your post’s popularity, we would like to propose a collaboration to address public perception and improve Mr. Yoo Joonghyuk’s image. This collaboration would involve a brief public appearance and interview alongside Mr. Yoo Joonghyuk himself. As a token of our appreciation, we are prepared to offer compensation for your time and effort.

The offer had come with a figure that made Dokja’s eyes widen. A sum like that could cover months of rent, maybe even help him upgrade his perpetually laggy laptop.

Initially, he’d accepted for the money. Why wouldn’t he? He didn’t owe Yoo Joonghyuk anything. But as the hours passed, and Dokja reread the email, guilt began to gnaw at the edges of his thoughts. Yoo Joonghyuk, overrated as he was, didn’t deserve the backlash he was getting.

So, with an irritated sigh, Dokja had responded: I’ll do it. For free.

The response had come quickly, thanking him for his cooperation and confirming a date for the planned appearance.

Now, a week later, the whirlwind of media events was over, and Dokja found himself seated in the corner booth of an upscale private restaurant.

The restaurant was tucked away in the heart of the city, its entrance discreet and its interior bathed in warm golden light. Polished wood tables were set with pristine white tablecloths, each adorned with small, flickering candles. The hum of soft jazz played in the background, creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and intimidating.

Dokja shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his eyes darting to the minimalist clock on the wall. He’d arrived ten minutes early, an unfortunate habit he couldn’t shake. The waitstaff had seated him in a secluded area, far from prying eyes, and now he sat alone, fidgeting with the edge of his water glass.

His thoughts wandered. What was he even supposed to say to Yoo Joonghyuk? The man’s management had insisted on this meeting as a gesture of appreciation, but Dokja couldn’t imagine the idol being particularly grateful. If anything, Joonghyuk probably saw him as an annoyance.

The door to the private dining room opened slightly, and Dokja’s breath hitched. He straightened instinctively, waiting to see if the man himself had finally arrived.

ooc: any other yjh rpers feel free to reblog, I'll still rp w u

[requinum]

Family picture

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Spider-Man India, but... where from India?

A SUPER long post featuring talks of: cultural identity, characterisation, the caste system, and what makes Spider-Man Spider-Man.

I’m prefacing this by saying that I am a second-generation immigrant. I was born in Australia, but my cultural background is from South India. My experiences with what it means to be “Indian” is going to be very different from the experiences of those who are born and brought up in India.

If you, reader, want to add anything, please reblog and add your thoughts. This is meant to be a post open for discussion — the more interaction we get, the better we become aware of these nuances.

So I made this poll asking folks to pick a region of India where I would draw Pavitr Prabhakar in their cultural wear. This idea had been on my mind for a long while now, as I had been inspired by Annie Hazarika’s Northeastern Spidey artwork in the wake of ATSV’s release, but never got the time to actually do it until now. I wanted to get a little interactive and made the poll so I could have people choose which of the different regions — North, Northeast, Central, East, West, South — to do first.

The outcome was not what I expected. As you can see, out of 83 votes:

THE RESULTS

South India takes up almost half of all votes (44.6%), followed by Northeast and Central (both 14.5%) and then East (13.3%). In all my life growing up, support towards or even just the awareness of South India was pretty low. Despite this being a very contained poll, why would nearly half of all voters pick South India in favour of other popular choices like Central or North India?

Then I thought about the layout of the poll: Title, Options, Context.

Title: "Tell us who you want to see…"

Options: North, Northeast, Central, East, West, South

Context: I want to make art of the boy again

At first I thought: ah geez. this is my fault. I didn't make the poll clear enough. do they think I want them to figure out where Pavitr came from? That's not what I wanted, maybe I should have added the context before the options.

Then I thought: ah geez. is it my fault for people not reading the entire damn thing before clicking a button? That's pretty stupid.

But regardless, the thought did prompt a line of thinking I know many of us desi folk have been considering since Spider-Man India was first conceived — or, at least, since the announcement that he was going to appear in ATSV. Hell, even I thought of it:

Where did Spider-Man India come from?

FROM A CULTURALLY DIVERSE INDIA

As we know, India is so culturally diverse, and no doubt ATSV creators had to take that into account. Because the ORIGINAL Spider-Man India came from Mumbai — most likely because Mumbai and Manhattan both started with the same letter.

But going beyond that, it’s also because Mumbai is one of the most recognisable cities in India - it’s also known as Bombay. It’s where Bollywood films are shot. It’s where superstar Hindi actors and actresses show up. Mumbai is synonymous with India in that regard, because the easiest way Western countries can interact with Indian culture is through BOLLYWOOD, through HINDI FILMS, through MUMBAI. Suddenly, India is Mumbai, India is a Hindi-only country, India is just this isolated thing we see through an infinitely narrow lens.

We’ve gotten a little better in recent years, but boy I will tell you how uncomfortable I’ve gotten when people (yes, even desi people) come up to me and tell me, Oh, you’re Indian right? Can you speak Hindi? Why don’t you speak Hindi? You’re not Indian if you don’t speak Hindi, that’s India’s national language!

I have been — still am — so afraid of telling people that I don’t speak Hindi, that I’m Tamil, that I don’t care that Hindi is India’s “national” language (it’s an administrative language, Kavin, get your fucking facts right). It’s weird, it’s isolating, and it has made me feel like I wasn’t “Indian” enough to be accepted into the group of “Indian” people.

So I am thankful that ATSV went out of their way to integrate as much variety of Indian culture into the Mumbattan sequence. Maybe that way, the younger generation of desi folk won’t feel so isolated, and that younger Western people will be more open to learning about all these cultural differences within such a vast country.

BUT WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH SPIDER-MAN INDIA?

Everything, actually. There’s a thing called supremacy. You might have heard of it. We all engaged with it at some point, and if you are Indian, no matter where you live, it is inescapable.

It happens the moment you are born — who your family is, where you are born, the language you speak, the colour of your skin; these will be bound to you for life, and it is nigh impossible to break down the stereotypes associated with them.

Certain ethnic groups will be more favourable than others (Centrals, and thus their cultures, will always be favoured over than Souths, as an example) and the same can be said for social groups (Brahmins are more likely to secure influential roles in politics or other areas like priesthood, while the lowers castes, especially Dalits, aren’t even given the decency of respect). Don’t even get me started on colourism, where obviously those of fairer skin will win the lottery while those of darker skin aren’t given the time of day. It’s even worse when morality ties into it — “lighter skinned Indians, like Brahmins, embody good qualities like justice and wisdom”, “dark skinned Indians are cunning and poor, they are untrustworthy”. It’s fucking nuts.

This means, of course, you have a billion people trying to make themselves heard in a system that tries to crush everyone who is not privileged. It only makes sense that people want to elevate themselves and break free from a society that refuses to acknowledge them. These frustrations manifest outwardly, like in protests, but other times — most times — it goes unheard, quietly shaping your way of life, your way of thinking. It becomes a fundamental part of you, and it can go unacknowledged for generations.

So when you have a character like Pavitr Prabhakar enter the scene, people immediately latch onto him and start asking questions many Western audiences don’t even consider. Who is he? What food does he eat? What does he do on Fridays? What’s his family like, his community? All these questions pop up, because, amidst all this turmoil going on in the background, you want a mainstream popular character to be like you, who knows your way of life so intimately, that he may as well be a part of your community.

BUT THAT'S THE THING — HE'S FICTIONAL

I am guilty of this. In fact, I’ve flaunted in numerous posts how I think he’s the perfect Tamil boy, how he dances bharatanatyam, how he does all these Tamil things that no one will understand except myself. All these niche things that only I, and maybe a few others, will understand.

I’ve seen other people do it, too. I’ve seen people geek out over his dark brown skin, his kalari dhoti, how he fights so effortlessly in the kalaripayattu martial arts style. I’ve seen people write him as Malayali, as Hindi, as every kind of Indian person imaginable.

I’ve also seen him be written where he’s subjected to typical Indian and broader Asian stereotypes. You know the ones I’m so fond of calling out. The thing is, I’ve seen so much of Pavitr being presented in so many different ways, and I worry how the rest of the desi folk will take it. 

You finally have a character who could be you, but now he’s someone else’s plaything. Your entire life is shaped by what you can and can’t do simply because you were born to an Indian family, and here’s the one person who could represent you now at the mercy of someone else’s whims. He’s off living a life that is so distant from yours, you can hardly recognise him.

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it does, yeah? But, again, you’re looking at it from that infinitely narrow lens Westerners use to look at India from Bollywood.

AND PAVITR PRABHAKAR DOESN'T LIVE IN INDIA

He lives in Mumbattan. He lives in a made-up, fictional world that doesn’t follow the way of life of our world. He lives in a city where Mumbai and Manhattan got fucking squashed together. There are so many memes about colonialism right there. Mumbattan isn’t real! Spider-Man India isn’t real!! He’s just a dude!! The logic of our world doesn’t apply to him!!!

“But his surname originates from ______” okay but does that matter?

“But he’s wearing a kalari dhoti so surely he’s ______” okay but does that matter?

“But his skin colour is darker so he must be ______” okay but does that matter?

“But he lives in Mumbai so he must be ______” okay but does that matter?

I sound insensitive and brash and annoying and it looks like I’m yapping just for the sake of riling you up, so direct that little burst of anger you got there at me, and keep reading.

Listen. I’m going to ask you a question that I’ve asked myself a million times over. I want you to answer honestly. I want you to ask this question to yourself and answer honestly:

Are you trying to convince me on who Pavitr Prabhakar should be?

... but why shouldn't i?

I’ll tell you this again — I did the same thing. You’re not at fault for this, but I want you to just...have a little think over. Just a little moment of self-reflection, to think about why you are so intent on boxing this guy.

It took me a while to reorganise my thinking and how to best approach a character like Pavitr, so I will give you all the time you need as well as a little springboard to focus your thoughts on.

SPIDER-MAN (INDIA) IS JUST A MASK

“What I like about the costume is that anybody reading Spider-Man in any part of the world can imagine that they themselves are under the costume. And that’s a good thing.”

Stan Lee said that. Remember how he was so intent on making sure that everybody got the idea that Spider-Man as an entity is fundamentally broken without Peter Parker there to put on the suit and save the day? That ultimately it was the person beneath the mask, no matter who they were, that mattered most?

Spider-Man India is no less different. You can argue with me that Peter Parker!Spidey is supposed to represent working class struggles in the face of leering corporate entities who endanger the regular folk like us, and so Pavitr Prabhakar should also function the same way. Pavitr should also be a working class guy of this specific social standing fighting people of this other social standing.

But that takes away the authenticity of Spider-Man India. Looking at him through the Peter Parker lens forces you to look at him through the Western lens, and it significantly lessens what you can do with the character — suddenly, it’s a fight to be heard, to be seen, to be recognised. It’s yelling over each other that Pavitr Prabhakar is this ethnicity, is that caste, this or that, this or that, this or that.

There’s a reason why he’s called Spider-Man India, infuriatingly vague as it is. And that’s the point — the vagueness of his identity fulfils Lee’s purpose for a character that could theoretically be embodied by anyone. If he had been called “Spider-Man Mumbai”, you cut out a majority of the population (and in capitalist terms, you cut out a good chunk of the market).

And in the case of Spider-Man India? Whew — you’ve got about a billion people imagining a billion different versions of him.

Whoever you are, whatever you see in Pavitr, that is what is personal to you, and there is nothing wrong with that, and I will not fault you for it. I will not fault you for saying Pavitr is from Central due to the origins of his last name. I also will not fault you for saying Pavitr is from South due to him practising kalaripayattu. I also will not fault you for saying he is not Hindu. I also will not fault you for saying he is a particular ethnicity without any proof.

What I will fault you for is trying to convince me and the others around you that Pavitr Prabhakar should be this particular ethnicity/have this cultural background because of some specific reason. I literally don’t care and it is fundamentally going against his character, going against the “anyone can wear the mask” sentiment of Spider-Man. By doing this, you are strengthening the walls that first divided us. You’re feeding the stratification and segmentation of our cultures — something that is actually not present in the fictional world of Mumbattan.

Like I said before: Mumbattan isn’t real, so the divides between ethnicities and cultural backgrounds are practically nonexistent. The best thing is that it is visually there for all to see. My favourite piece of evidence is this:

It’s a marquee for a cinema in the Mumbattan sequence, in the “Quick tour: this is where the traffic is” section. It has four titles; the first two are written in Hindi. The third title is written in Bengali*, and the fourth title is written in Tamil. You go to Mumbai and you won’t see a single shred of Bengali nor Tamil there, much less any other language that's not common in Maharashtra (Western India). Seeing this for the first time, you know what went through my head?

Wow, the numerous cultures of India are so intermingled here in Mumbattan! Everyone and everything is welcome!

I was happy, not just because of Tamil representation, but because of the fact that the plethora of Indian cultures are showcased coexisting in such a short sequence. This is India embracing all the little parts that make up its grander identity. This scene literally opened my eyes seeing such beauty in all the diverse cultures thriving together. In a place where language and cultural backgrounds blend so easily, each one complementing one another.

It is so easy to believe that, from this colourful palette of a setting, Pavitr Prabhakar truly is Spider-Man India, no matter where he comes from.

It’s easy to believe that Pavitr can come from any part of India, and I won’t call you out if the origin you have for him is different from the origin I have. You don’t need to stake out territory and stand your ground — you’re entitled to that opinion, and I respect it. In fact, I encourage it!!!

Because there’s only so much you can show in a ten minute segment of a film about a country that has such a vast history and even greater number of cultures. I want to see all of it — I want him to be a Malayali boy, a Hindi boy, a Bengali boy, a Telugu boy, an Urdu boy, whatever!! I want you to write him or draw him immersed in your culture, so that I can see the beauty of your background, the wonderful little things that make your culture unique and different from mine!

And, as many friends have said, it’s so common for Indian folks to be migrating around within our own country. A person with a Maharashtrian surname might end up living in Punjab, and no one really minds that. I’m actually from Karnataka, my family speaks Kannada, but somewhere down the line my ancestors moved to Tamil Nadu and settled down and lived very fulfilling lives. So I don’t actually have the “pure Tamil” upbringing, contrary to popular belief; I’ve gotten a mix of both Kannada and Tamil lifestyles, and it’s made my life that much richer. 

So it’s common for people to “not” look like their surname, if that’s what you’re really afraid about. In fact, it just adds to that layer of nuance, that even despite these rigid identities between ethnicities we as Indian people still intermingle with one another, bringing slivers of our cultures to share with others. Pavitr could just as well have been born in one state and moved around the country, and he happens to live in Mumbattan now. It’s entirely possible and there’s nothing to disprove that.

We don’t need to clamber over one another declaring that only one ethnicity is the “right” ethnicity, because, again, you will be looking at Pavitr and the rest of India in that narrow Western lens — a country with such rich cultural variety reduced to a homogenous restrictive way of life.

THE POLL: REINTERPRETED

This whole thing started because I was wondering why my little poll was so skewed — I thought people assumed I was asking them where he came from, then paired his physical appearance with the most logical options available. I thought it was my fault, that I had somehow influenced this outcome without knowing.

Truth is, I will never really know. But I will be thankful for it, because it gave me the opportunity to finally broach this topic, something that many of us desi folk are hesitant to talk about. I hope you have learned something from this, whether you are desi or a casual Spider-Man fan or someone who just so happened to stumble upon this. 

So just…be a little more open. Recognise that India, like many many countries and nations, is made up of a plethora of smaller cultures. And remember, if you’re trying to convince Pavitr that he’s a particular ethnicity, he’s going to wave his hand at you and say, “Ha, me? No, I’m one of the people that live here in the best Indian city! I’m Spider-Man India, dost!”

(Regardless, he still considers you a friend, because to him, the people matter more to him than you trying to box him into something he’s not.)

*Note: thank you dear anon for letting me know that the third title was Bengali, twas my mistake for literally completely forgetting

[north-wilkesboro-moonshine-cave]

congratulations to Mme. Pascale Leclerc, who has surely just experienced both the funniest and most unhinged weekend a mother could ever have. Dear fucking christ, I hope your middlest son brought you a bottle of champagne for yourself, ma'am.

[shokupanda]

me when time moves forward at a steady pace: how the fuck is it more than halfway through july already. this fuckers rapidly sprinting when im not looking huh

[romanticatheartt]

If I had the ability to led on a grown ass man (without even doing much) for 5 centuries I'd be proud as fuck, lemme tell ya...

Mor probably...

[ahollowgrave]

I've been trying to queue things more so as not to spam people, idk if it's working or if it's just double spam (':

[guinevereslancelot]

being the youngest person at work is being the honorary IT specialist despite knowing basically nothing abt technology except how to use google

[zymstarz]

yeah sure that's how i'll [re]come out

[satorisoup]

WAHHH good morning fwiends n’ happy sunday !! ( ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟) & happy september 1st !! dis means dat spooky season is upon us !! what a wonderful time of tha year !! <3

i hope everyone has tha most wonderfulest day today, remember dat you are important n’ loved !! MWUUUAH !! <3 🍯

[buggysmain]

PLS THIS SHOULD BE MY MORE POPULAR EDIT BUT ITS NOT 😭

[boyfeminism]

this job is so stressful to me like. im doing okay im doing better than i started but ive basically been put into a pseudo management position with very little real responsibility other than "fix it" and "advocate for it" and even less power to make it happen but like. i Hate management and i have a hard time sticking up for myself and keeping a cool head when doing so, which means when someone who i Know doesnt do his job is giving me bullshit numbers its hard to know where to give ground and where to be firm. and this kitchen is a disaster but like other baking jobs have Such a high standard that like. would i even manage a job where the kitchen Wasn't a total sinking ship? ive got less than a year of baking experience, mostly in bread, and everyone wants pastry. a chef from corporate asked me if id been to culinary school and it was both flattering and made me feel like kind of a fraud. a sous chef (who i really liked but her last day is tomorrow) asked the same and when i said no elaborated that i carry myself and have the attitude of someone who did (in a good way) which was Also flattering but like. she sent me a pastry position she found online that wanted someone who knew how to do laminated pastry and it just. i feel so small!!! this is something i like a lot and the new head chef of the baking department says he can tell i have talent and im eager to learn and he knows i can do this and that im doing a good job so far but its genuinely so stressful i think about work constantly ive never worked a job where ive had this much expectation put on me.

plus its so insulting when they tell me my product "doesnt look good" bc theyre 1) premade frozen bullshit and 2) packaged poorly bc we have no other options. fuck off dude you come and make these shitty turnovers, asshole. i know how to tell when a cookie is done. fuck off. like i am the First to tell you when something ive made is not up to my standard, not in a self depricating way but in a constant effort to do better. i Know when the cookies are too dark. I know when the turnovers didnt get egg washed. i know when the batter was overmixed. i know when something is Off but i dont know the cause and know when to ask someone who should know more than me. i dont need you to tell me when something is off, Especially when like. it isnt lmao

[askthekirbysquad]

Have some more frames from that PMV I was working on!

[merevide]

hiiiii i have returned from the depths of the underworld (self imposed hiatus) (3 week break that felt like 3 years)