#local kiwi speaks

[yourlocalkiwienjoyer]

Hey you. Yes you.

Don't put yourself down if you have to toddler yourself to eat healthy stuff like vegetables and fruits, just do it. Nobody cares how you're gonna do it, but its gonna be good for you.

Cut it into small pieces, eat it with something you enjoy to make the textures and tastes be smiliar to eachother. Add a little sweet to it like honey or some dressing. Even if it takes you an hour becouse of how much you don't want to, its still gonna be worth it

Take care, especially all my fellow texture sensitive folks <3

[yourlocalkiwienjoyer]

I would also like to add one important thing. I cannot stress this enough.

DO YOU THINK A THIN TWINK WOULD MANAGE TO EVERYDAY CARRY TONS OF METAL AND NOT BREAK IN HALF WHILE DOING SO. GIVE HIM SOME MUSCLE but not model muscle. Fat and muscle. This man is an engineer dammit. Give my man bear justice and a body that can handle more weight than few kilos

skinny henry is the scariest thing in the whole wide world HES A BEAR. HES LITERALLY A BEAR. WHAT HTE HELL MAN

[flightlesskiwi]

Doctors will say they’re going to call you at SOME POINT in a 3hr time period and wait til the exact last minute to call, literally procrastination legends

[honeytonedhottie]

honey's guide to spring⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪷

i've been preparing this post for a while bcuz i LOVE spring and for this spring i just wanna embody feminine, fairy, dream-like beauty in my day-to-day this spring, and just enjoy it fully.

THE MOOD FOR SPRING : planting new seeds, fresh fruit, and bouquets of flowers. tea parties and floral prints and perfumes. green grapes, hibiscus tea and waking up early to see the sunrise.

PREPARATION FOR SPRING : stock up on your favorite fruits and teas. if u want fruits that are in season, the fruits in season during spring include strawberries, cherries, blueberries, kiwis, bananas and nectarines. my favorite spring time tea is hibiscus and i love a good matcha during all seasons but especially spring, and lastly a good citrus tea is always something that i enjoy.

if ur someone who experiences rly bad allergies during the spring make sure that u go to ur doctors for a check up, and make sure that u have everything that you'll need to combat allergies.

THE PLAYLIST : a good playlist is always essential so my spring playlist consists of : eternal sunshine - jhene aiko. はるなつあきふゆ - ichiko aoba. afterglow - luna li. pisces - yerin baek. fairy of shampoo - TXT. scenery - red velvet. hydrangea love - TXT. cool with you - newjeans. salad days - iiso. pov - ariana grande. lyricist - heize.

REFRESH : time for spring cleaning both mentally and physically. analyze what habits are nourishing u and which habits are drying you out. analyze ur space and do a deep cleaning, that way u can feel lighter both mentally and physically.

wash ur sheets, maybe even buy fresh sheets (floral printed sheets for spring ofc)

go thru ur closet and put the winter and autumn clothes towards the back and bring the spring clothes where they're more accessible and visible

deep clean ur room and clean ur house -> get onto clean-tok for some cleaning motivation cuz watching videos of people cleaning and organizing always motivates me to do so too

create new pinterest boards and delete ones that u dont use, or if u want to, create a completely new pinterest account. i've grown attached to my pinterest account so i won't delete it, but i've made lots of other accounts on separate devices

oftentimes we forget to clean what we use the most, and that buildup can cause our tools to be counterproductive, and just carry a lot of unnecessary germs so here are some things not to forget to clean and organize ;

behind ur ears

ur earbuds or headphones

ur skincare tools and devices (gua shas, face rollers)

ur phone screen

ur folders, binders, and folders

CULTIVATING CREATIVITY :

create something - do some painting, start a sketchbook, start dabbling in some poetry, maybe write a short story, cultivate an elite playlist etc etc

connecting with nature - go and get some fresh air, wake up earlier than usual to watch and enjoy the sunrise. drink different teas that you've never tried before, go to a local crystal shop if ur into that, make urself an elaborate platter of ur favorite fruits. go for a walk in the park, pick flowers and speaking of flowers, go and buy urself a pretty bouquet.

create a spring-time mood board

TENDING THE GARDEN OF THE MIND :

ofc i MUST talk about the mind in any of my posts bcuz its just so incredible. but what you think matters!! what u think manifests! the thoughts that u continue to water and entertain are what you will experience. therefore when u change ur thoughts and water the seeds of the new thought, you'll get a new flower.

its like gardening. your thought is the seed, and ur mind is the soil. when u entertain ur thoughts ur watering the seed, and you'll get a new flower, the flower is the new experience. so this spring, plant new thoughts and entertain those thoughts ✨

FUN SPRING-LIKE THINGS :

picking flowers -> buying yourself a bouquet

have a tea party by yourself or with friends (reference my tea party post if u need some inspo)

make a bracelet or anklet out of flowers

take a bath and infuse the bath with things like rose petals, rose scented bath milks etc

crystal shopping (last year i added amethyst to my crystal collection, this year i'd love to add selenite into my collection)

watch a 90's anime (i've watched sailor moon about a MILLION times and im gonna rewatch it again this year bcuz its just the girliest, best anime i've watched and is one of my favorites)

so i hope that this post sparked some ideas on ways that u can enjoy your spring girlies ✨

[megamindsecretlair]

I'll Be Seeing You

Pairing: Jack Reacher x Black!Fem!reader/plus size reader

Warnings: 18+ only. MINORS DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. PIV, Cursing, SMUT, ANGST, fingering (fem receiving), nipple play, Sorry if I missed others. No spoilers for the show.

Summary: When Reacher reached your town, he was lucky enough to meet you the first day. You made him feel things he��d never felt before. And though there was the sad tug of goodbye in every interaction, he couldn’t help but stay one more night.

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Word count: 2,253k

A/N: Ask and ye shall receive, @kiwi-jelly-mochi! LOL. I rewatched Reacher tonight. Need that man badly! This is what my brain considers a drabble. Enjoy! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.

Reacher had a lot of adjusting to do when it came to you. He was a man that prided himself on being as free as possible, never sticking anywhere for too long. He didn’t stay in the same place twice. There was too much world to see and his boots were made for walking. 

However, when he blew through your hometown, he saw you sitting outside of a local coffee cafe, nose deep in a book and sipping on hot coffee. A glance was all it took for him to know that he had to meet you. Talk to you. 

It took some convincing. You kept saying you didn’t usually go for “white guys”. Like you were trying to convince yourself not to say yes to him. That only made him try harder. Stick around the town longer than usual, actually finding the place relaxing for once. 

No matter where he went, trouble always seemed to follow. Not here. Not with you. It was like you cast some type of spell over the town, warding it from any evil intent swinging through. If he believed in such things, he’d firmly believe you cast a spell on him. 

It could explain how his chest grew tight whenever you looked at him. Or when you smiled at something small like when flower petals landed on your hand or when you heard children laughing. You were so sweet all the time. So full of love and optimism besides all the horrors in the world. 

He strangely found that he didn’t mind it. He wanted to soak up more of it. Be around it. Around you. Interested in the way you make him feel. Stirring up feelings he wasn’t sure how to interpret. 

His favorite thing so far was when you called him your robot. He knew he wasn’t the most expressive, the most welcoming. He’d been called everything under the sun by men twice your height and weight, upset that someone treated them like an adult for once. 

He would be lying if he didn’t like your attempts to make him smile naturally. Doing funny impressions, making funny faces at him, bumping your shoulder with his. He played along, doubling down on being a robot but that was okay.

He liked that you were the beauty to his brute. You made him feel like Fred Flinstone whenever you blinked those cute eyes at him. You let him turn his brain off, live in the moment. 

Speaking of, you were sitting on your couch, drinking your favorite drink and listening to old vinyl records your grandmother left you. You weren’t really into the music, but listening to it made you feel closer to her. Mourn the relationship you never had. Okay, so maybe he couldn’t always turn it off.

In his mind, details mattered. He wanted to bask in all of your details. The moles, the scars, the lines in the palm of your hand. You’ve lived and that made you the most interesting thing in the world to him.

Cool jazz music played, Billie’s voice crooning, and you lightly bobbed your head, looking at him. He smiled at you, loving the soft way your eyes crinkled. You took another sip and tilted your head at him. “What you thinkin’ about Mr. Robot?” You asked. You reached out and tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“You,” he said, seeing no reason to be coy. 

“What about me?” You asked.

“How pretty you’d look in my lap,” he said. 

You giggled and shook your head. But you placed your drink down on the coffee table and scooted closer. “You’re gonna make it hard when you finally say goodbye,” you said, your voice wobbling. You kept on a brave face, smiling despite it all.

He told you that he wasn’t the sticking around type. The more he stayed here, the more he gained familiar haunts with you day by day, he wasn’t so sure that was true anymore. Wanderlust was his first love. Needing to roam thanks to his military background. Never putting down roots. Never staying in any one place long enough to make connections. Just a mean right hook and an itch whenever he saw injustice. 

Yet, whenever he thought of leaving, his chest would seize and he’d have to sit there and breathe through the panic. He knew he was in too deep already, but he needed one more night. One more day to wrap himself inside you and pretend to live there. Pretend to claim you. Pretend that you’ll always remember him when you’ve found the love of your life and forgot all about him. 

Just one more. That was all he needed. Then he’d be strong enough. Then he’d be the only one strong enough to leave you.

For now, he pulled you by the hand to come sit in his lap. You giggled, scrambling across the lush blue cushions to climb into his lap. He also loved it when you got excited. The way you lived out loud, expressed emotions clearly and vividly. So much so, even a brute like him could pick up on it. Become infected by it. Feel it latch onto his bloodstream and never let up. 

He pushed your black flowered dress up your thighs as you settled into his lap. He grabbed two big handfuls of your ass, squeezing it hard just like you needed it. You growled, rolling against his crotch like a needy slut. 

You weren’t wearing panties and he chuckled as he gripped your ass, giving it a light smack. “No panties this time?” He asked. 

“They just get in the way. Someone has a penchant for ripping them,” you said, pointedly looking at him. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his. He hummed, licked his lips, and leaned in for another kiss. You indulged him, bringing your hands to cup his strong square jaw and scratch at his stubble. 

“You’re right, they’re in the way,” he said, grinning naturally, just for you. Your eyes lit up and you squirmed in his lap.

His dick was throbbing with your movements. With the subtle friction from your breasts pushed into his chest. He squeezed your ass again, giving it another smack. He began to kiss your neck, licking the pulse in your neck and causing you to purr. You melted in his hands, falling against him as he moved further down.

He used his teeth to pull down the cups of your dress, freeing your breasts and humming in satisfaction. Fuck, he loved your breasts. Loved how they were the perfect shape and size. He leaned down, needing to feel your soft flesh in his mouth.

He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard. You squealed, hitting his shoulder. He chuckled, sucking harder. He tortured the little nub, feeling it peak beneath his tongue. 

“Oh, fuck, Reacher, I could write entire books about this mouth,” you moaned, throwing your head back. You poked your chest out, giving him full and complete access. Just as he liked. 

“Please do, I’d love to read it,” he whispered against your titty. You chuckled, bouncing in his lap and rubbing against his dick. He felt lightning strikes straight to his balls, getting heavier with a thick load just for you. 

He let go of your titty with a wet pop, leaning back far enough to admire his handy work. Satisfied, he moved on to the other, suckling it and moaning as you rubbed in just the right place. Just enough for him to buck his hips. 

“I need you, Reacher,” you whispered into his hair, kissing his head. 

“I got you,” he said. For now. For this moment. For this brief interlude in between towns when he discovered all there was and planned to move on to the next. The next people. He wouldn’t find another you, however. 

He picked you up effortlessly, scooting you back on his thighs so that he could free himself. He groaned as his dick was released from his jeans, pressure finally eased. You leaned over to the end table, grabbing a discreet foil package.

He’d been here an entire week and he’d fucked you every single day. Never without a condom. He wished to feel you completely. To soak his dick with your slick. Your essence. The very heart of you. He wanted it. And that was exactly why he couldn’t. 

If you were an old blues record, you were one of the rare, more optimistic ones. The ones that hurt his heart and made him think at the same time. You sounded like forever in every ring around the record, the delicate scratch of the needle. You needed someone to handle you with care. With love. To play you every Sunday right as the sun went down, fresh glass of lemonade beside. To protect, to hold. 

And that was why he never forgot the condom. Neither did you. You handed it to him and he opened it, rolling it on, and he used his fingers to gauge how wet you were. 

Fuck, you were dripping. He groaned and went back to kissing your chest. Working his way up to your jaw, to the corners of your mouth, kissing you fully on the lips. Heat washed over him, a burning fire under his ass to get inside you as quickly as possible.

He played with your clit as he lined himself up, sinking you down on his dick. “Unf, fuck,” he moaned. You didn’t even grimace or cry out that time. A week was all it took for you to get acclimated to his size. 

“You’re killing me,” he said.

You giggled, pressing kisses into his face. He fucking loved it. Your hands went around his neck, starting to lift up and down onto his dick. 

Your breathing was shaky but you persisted, lifting all the way off of him and then sinking right back down. You groaned as he seemed to hit some kind of spot inside of you, rubbing his thick mushroom head along your inner walls.

“Shit, fuck me, Reacher. Fuck me, please,” you begged.

Reacher hooked his hands under your thighs and sped up, fucking you onto his dick with a little more speed. You cried, soaking his dick. He could feel it, but he couldn’t really feel it.

“Oh shit, right there. Right there, Reacher, right there,” you whimpered.

He listened. He kept the same pace, the same thrust, spearing you on his massive dick. “Let me hear you,” he said.

You cried harder, whimpered longer, moaned in a tinny voice that sent more lightning strikes to his dick. He seemed to swell just hearing how needy you were. Felt how wet you were for him. He pretended that it was only for him. That you would only ever get this wet for him. To bless him with this side of you. This unregulated, wholesome, completely authentic part of you. 

“Louder, louder,” he said, panting, thrusting up to meet you bouncing on his dick. You felt amazing. Perfect. So perfect.

Your cries got louder, moaning battling the music still crooning in the late afternoon. Your living room was small but it suited you. Everything about the space was warm and comforting. Even the couch. He sank pleasantly into it, firm enough to meet your sopping wet pussy.

Your titties bounced in his face. He watched your pert brown nipples dangling like sweet berries in front of his face. He resisted the urge to suck on them again, instead looking up at you.

Your mouth was open, tongue peeking out. Your eyes were low, spaced out, and the most beautiful sight of all. Better than any piece of artwork. Any genius masterpiece. Your nails dug into his shoulders. He barely felt it.

He wasn’t arrogant enough to not feel pain, but he was a big guy. He could take a punch and he could certainly take the way you gripped onto him for dear life. “Oh, Reacher, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, diving down for a kiss. 

“Let me feel it,” he said, looking into your eyes. 

You tightened your hold, gritted your teeth before your jaw went slack and you shook on his dick. He kept bouncing you, felt how your pussy tightened and pulsed on his dick. He moaned, wanting to keep looking at you but also wanting to let the sensation take over. 

Sensation won out as he dropped his head back against the couch cushion, smacking your ass as you moaned from your orgasm. He was close. Now that you came, he could take it a step further. Slide in deeper. Bounce you quicker. 

His balls tightened as he finally climaxed, hot sperm shooting into the condom. He moaned, grabbing onto your ass for an anchor point. He grunted as he finished, looking down at where you were connected.

Your skin was slick with sweat, chest heaving with breaths. He grinned at you, couldn’t help wanting to make you smile. He was going to hate himself when he had to make you sad.

“I think I’m gonna stay one more night,” he said, bringing you into a kiss. He licked your lips and you gasped and he slipped his tongue inside, needing to taste more. Do more. 

“Okay, but only one more,” you said, against his lips. You got an evil glint in your eye and he wondered if you weren’t up to something devious tonight. He couldn’t wait to find out.

There will be more! The Secret Jack Reacher Files

Taglist: @planetblaque @chaos-4baby @00aijia00 @amethyst09 @ciaqui

@we-outsiiiide @browngirldominion @iv0rysoap @thecookiebratz @harmshake

@judymfmoody @multiversefanfics @tvchi @kiwi-jelly-mochi

[dungeonofthedragon]

Kiwi RPG Week: formal opening

Kia ora e hoa mā! Hello friends!

Kiwi RPG week begins on the 23rd of June, with an official opening ceremony streamed live to Twitch. There will be a karakia, discussion of upcoming Kiwi RPG projects, and a moment of silence to remember those who have passed on since last Matariki.

The opening ceremony will be streamed live to Kiwi RPG's official Twitch channel, at 11:00am local time (UTC +12.)

We'd love for you to join us in chat! I don't know whether I'll personally be speaking, but I'll be there to see in the week and remember my grandmother. You are welcome to join us to learn about our upcoming events and remember lost loved ones.

Mā te wā! See you later!

[equallyshaw]

connor bedard x kailey hughes au!

↳ star crossed lovers au masterlist. ↳ throwback blurb to 2019 right after the draft (: warnings: swearing & an anxiety attack!.. this one is sad :/ word count: 1.5k

kailey had just come back from a soccer intensive out in los angeles, when jack had just come back from the devils development camp. quinn and kailey had just walked inside through the garage when jack waltzed through the front door demanding the family's attention. he wanted to let them all know what he had gotten up to. kailey silently groaned, and turned towards the kitchen to grab a snack. quinn watched her walk out of the family room and jack could not hide his distaste, "is that how you're gonna treat your brother who's been away for almost a month?" he chastised, referencing his non stop media touring and now development camp. she sighed knowing that this was a fight that he was gonna win, each and every time. she no longer had the energy or will to compete. "why yes jack, id love to know everything." she said sarcastically as she went to grab an apple and creamy peanut butter.

jack made a tsk noise, and began to ramble on for the next 45 minutes. by the time he was done, kailey had managed to slip out without so much as an eyebrow raised from the boy. luke found his way up to her bedroom, softly knocking before stepping inside. she had just finished putting her clothes away or in the laundry bin, and she shook her head. "its not even worth it lukey." she said not looking up at him as she fished through her carry on bag. "oh come on, we all know that you could have put him in his place and shut him up." he said plopping down on her bed. she sighed, standing up and putting her bag up on it's hook. there was a knock on the door as soon as she was about to speak up, "luke were getting food!" they heard jack on the other side. luke was about to speak up as she turned around, "just! go.." she said her voice raising slightly before softening. "just go, please. its whatever." she huffed, taking her towel and going into her connected washroom.

as soon as he shut the door, she shut her eyes and began to sob silently. and then it wasn't silent after a few minutes. she kneeled down and pulled her knees up to her chest, hyperventilating at this point.

ellen was walking past kaileys room when she heard the sobbing, and she quickly made her way in without knocking. however, her bedroom door was locked. "kailey sweetie, can you let me in please?" she said knocking on the washroom door. it only made kailey sob harder, "kailey baby, please. just let me be with you i wont say anything." ellen pleaded, as jim made his way down the hall after he heard ellen shouting. "no! i don't want to talk to you." she cried out, and jim's eyebrows furrowed. "'kiwi, please sweetie we just want to make sure you're ok!" jim added now. kailey shook her head, feeling her breathing become harder and harder. she was having an anxiety attack and felt as if she couldn't breathe. "i-i-i cant bre-breathe." she sobbed, and her parents looked at one another. they didn't know what to do besides breaking down the door. "call quinn!" ellen said in a hushed voice, and jim nodded pulling out his phone.

quinn was in the middle of driving towards their local chipotle, when he got a call. "hey dad, whats up?" he asked tapping the accept call on his phone. "hey uh, we need you to speak to or attempt to speak to kailey." jim said on speaker, before he took it off speaker and pulled it up to his ear. "is everything ok?" he questioned, his tone laced with concern. luke's head popped up from the backseat, quickly going to text kailey. quinn's hit the steering wheel twice, hearing that she was having an anxiety attack - well now, panic attack. "bro chill out." jack said not looking up from his phone. "put her on." quinn said, pulling into the parking lot. jack quickly hopped out as soon as quinn parked, with luke and quinn not moving from their seats. "lets go, i have plans later." jack said from where he stood just next to the passenger door. quinn waved him off as he heard sobbing from the other end, "she wont let us in the room. fuck!" jim swore as ellen continued to beg, with no luck.

"slide it under the door, ill try to talk to her." quinn said and jim nodded putting the phone on speaker and slid it under the door. kailey heard the scrape of the phone on the wood floor, and looked up to see her dads phone. she sniffled before quinn began to talk, "hey kiwi, is there any way i can get you to unlock the door for mom and dad?" he asked softly, and luke leaned in to hear her response. jack sighed, slamming the door and heading inside. kailey sniffled, "im so over it q...im done being treated as if i don't exist or matter." she sobbed taking the phone and bringing it closer. "i wanted to tell you guys what i did in los angeles, i wanted to tell you guys what food i tried or the colleges i visited..." she trailed off shutting her eyes tightly. "but its all about him, all about him!" she said frustratedly. "i know kiwi, i know." quinn said feeling his and luke's heart shatter. "im fine, i promise." she said wiping her nose, "im letting them in." she said hanging up on quinn. quinn swore, along with luke who sighed.

as soon as kailey unlocked the door, ellen made her way in quickly. jim stayed by the doorframe, watching as his wife pulled their daughter into her arms. she cried softly into ellen's arms, ellen's heart breaking at the sight. her happy-go-lucky daughter wasn't happy, and hadn't been for a while.

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"no quinn, im sick and tired of him walking around here and telling people that im just another roommate to him? where does he get off by embarrassing me, huh?!" she screamed at her oldest brother. for the past ten minutes the two had been talking, and as it went on kailey's anger grew. "y'know what? im not dealing with this!" she said grabbing her car keys and wallet, and headed downstairs. "kails!" quinn called after her, and ignored him heading down the stairs before going to the garage. "kails wait!" quinn called after her, and she stopped to turn around. "stop defending him! stop it! just stop! next time i need someone to talk to ill know not to come to you, okay?" she screamed about to turn around, but he grabbed her arm before she could do so. she yanked her arm from him, giving him a death glare in the process. "who are we fighting about?" jack questioned cheekily from the living room, and she quickly started her descent towards the second eldest. quinn quickly scuffled after her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "no let go of me!" she screamed, trying to get away. she kicked her foot to his chin, and he let go of her. "dont you touch me luke!" she screamed, pointing a finger at her Irish twin. he held his hands up in innocence, backing away. she then looked towards jack who found all of this amusing.

"kailey." ellen said trying to settle her daughter.

"man if i could only wipe that childish smirk off your face, id be the one smirking. i'd be the one who is fucking happy in this household but NO! it has to be you, always. you have to suck it out of everybody else like goddamn vampire, jack and i only hope karma comes for you..as a rookie." she snapped, before turning around and walking out to the garage. quinn held up his hands, not letting anybody go after her. "you! you don't get to move an inch." he said threatening jack who tried to get up, "i've sat back too damn long and allowed you to treat our only sister like shit for the past three years. I've allowed mom and dad without success try to reprimand you without luck. im sick of you acting like an immature baby who believes that he is the only child in this family. do you realize how annoying it is to hear your voice 24/7? and don't act like i haven't noticed everything, I've just become so immune to it - its made me sick. i love you man but wake up, better yet- grow up!" quinn boomed at his brother, before walking outside. jack looked over towards luke, who only shook his head in response before heading outside after quinn.

ellen and jim looked at one another before they both shook their heads. they stood up, with ellen heading upstairs to kaileys room and jim to his office.

jack sat there alone, not truly understanding or comprehending the true weight of his words and actions to kailey over the years.

damn that was sad, but next blurb will be with connor and kailey!!

hope you liked, and if you did please reblog and like !

[trollbreak]

So ummm… troll named Lizard 🥰

The original adopt design I was given (tyyy kiwi @lunchboxtrolls :3) and the sketch because I think it also pretty and fun :3 local she/they painting neon on ur wall as we speak :3

[kiwibirb1]

Frick my original response I got another fucking spam call as I was typing it im scared

Reporting spam bots on tumblr and I get a spam call

[blubushie]

Why do you like Mick Taylor?

Aussie

He's fucking funny. Complete larrikin. If he had a stand-up show I'd watch it.

Charismatic when he wants to be.

Pig shooter. I am also a pig shooter.

He's fucking funny (and he hates Kiwis!)

He lives out bush. We're so underrepresented in Aussie media (except for Croc Dundee who is on my level of bushman) so any time we get to see Rural Aussie In The Outback I go wild.

John Jarrat is a (big) ripper and he's great. Love him.

I've met many men in my day who are basically Mick Taylor, mannerisms and all, just minus the homicide.

I love to hate Taylor for how much of a bastard he is.

Taylor is fucking terrifying as an Aussie.

It's not something that's easily explained to people who aren't Australian, but especially rural Aussies, everyone knows a Mick Taylor. He's an incredibly effective villain because everyone back of Bourke knows a bloke Taylor's age who dresses like him, and talks like him, and might crack a disparaging joke now and then, and isn't exactly politically correct, but he's down to earth and he'll never hesitate to offer help when it's needed. Everyone knows a bloke like Taylor whose blood is worth bottling. And for us, we're fucked out there without your neighbours and good samaritans to help you. If something goes wrong and you're too far out, it might be days to weeks until someone comes along and finds you. And because Taylor screams familiar to us, every Aussie who watches Wolf Creek wants to trust Taylor the same way you'd trust your neighbours and your mates. You meet a Taylor every day. Your neighbour is a Taylor. Your best mate is a Taylor. Your father is a Taylor (Mick Taylor's mannerisms and manner of speaking were actually inspired by John Jarrat's father). Everyone knows, and trusts, their local Mick Taylor.

So when that trust of such a familiar image is betrayed and revealed to be a mask, under which incomprehensible sadism and cruelty lies? When the man you, as an Australian audience, would trust with your life, is revealed to be a sadistic killer who wants to see you in agony? When the familiar face of your father, or brother, or best mate is turned into something monstrous but still familiar? That is FUCKING TERRIFYING to your audience.

I love Mick Taylor because he's one of the best horror villains ever put to screen. Because he is realistic, and a product of his origin, and if you saw him or interacted with him at a pub you'd like him because he's just that personable, and five hours later he'll have you strung up to be fed alive to his dogs because you made the mistake of trusting him.

Mick Taylor is the scariest fucking villain out there for an Aussie, and I adore him because of it.

[yourlocalkiwienjoyer]

Hello tumblr dot com

If you're wondering why I have been inactive its becouse I was sobbing becouse of silly sad cowboys

[abronzeagegod]

Untitled YA Novel Chapter 10: Practical Learning

First Chapter || More

9:54 AM local time

Untouched Horizons, House Dinchdrast, Si Yátz

After a long day and all the stress that came with it, the boys slept for a long time. Their new neighbor Hira tried to sleep but she was consumed with a burning curiosity for the notes that she had received from Alt.

When her phone beeped with the delivery of the materials, she found that she was awake and there was no going back to sleep. All of the things were direct historical records, the kind of thing she always read about but never managed to get her hands on documents themselves.

The zlilfian people were fastidious record keepers. Usually it was dull things like the accounts and ledgers of crop harvests and taxes and population counts and breeding rights. But these were accounts and even court records for some things that happened thousands of years ago. It was too good a chance for Hira to pass up reading them.

She read through as much as she could in her room, but the bed she was on was softer than the one in the barracks and wound up falling asleep while reading. And she wanted to see if she could get print outs, actual paper to read off of.

As she collected herself to head out, getting changed with the loaner clothing that was provided for her, she briefly had a moment of panic that she was going to miss morning drills with Rafe, again.

But after a moment, the panic subsided, only to be replaced with sadness and despair.

Hira left her room with the sadness still hanging over her, so she went to go find something to eat. And hopefully some chocolate.

She gathered up her stuff and left her room only to find Justin and Mike a moment later, clearly lost, trying to get into a locked cleaning closet.

“You know where the cafeteria is?” Mike asked. “We’ve been wandering around for an hour.”

“Yeah,” Hira responded. “Follow me.”

“I told you that wasn’t the elevator,” Justin muttered to Mike.

The boys followed Hira back down to the first floor cafeteria.

She didn’t speak much to the boys, who felt like she was mad at them for some reason.

When they got to the wide open room, she went off to a station off in the corner. When she returned she set down two cups of hot chocolate for herself. Just as she did, another zlilfian came by with a stack of papers for her.

They exchanged a few quick words in their language. 

Justin and Mike went to try and find something to eat. They recognized only a few things, mostly from what they ate last night. There were oranges, some kiwis, a couple of kinds of bread, and a few bagel shaped things that didn’t seem to have the same coloring as the bagels that the humans were used to. Mike was more adventurous than Justin was.

They sat down at Hira’s table which was now covered in papers.

She nodded at them as they sat and continued to drink her first hot chocolate.

“What are you reading?” Justin asked. “Looks like historical records?”

“Yes. These are the things that the human who attacked me was after. This is all to see if there are clues as to what they are after for me to find.”

“What could they want from the historical records?” he asked.

“I brought you some food,” Mike interrupted as he slid a plate that he had picked up and loaded up with food over to her.

“Thank you,” she said as she picked at some of the stuff he got. It was the good stuff too. Mike had excellent taste. Turning back to Justin she said, “That’s exactly something to figure out, which I am attempting.”

“What could have possibly happened in the year 100 that requires breaking into your… barracks to look up?” Mike asked as he read a piece of paper close to him.

“That’s the First Mayan Collapse,” Hira said through a mouthful of fruit. “It’s when Untouched Horizons first investigated something that they thought was related to the Silence.”

“Maybe it’s just a thing to try and figure out how they’ll respond to this,” Justin said before pausing for a long moment, “attack.”

“That’s exactly my thought,” Hira said. “You should try that one, the small green one. It’s my favorite. Very sweet, a little tart, and the texture is very pleasing. It is similar to your… gello, I think it’s called?”

“Jello,” Mike said as he took some and immediately started to spread it on some of his toast.”

“What about this stuff from… two hundred BCE?” Justin asked after tasting some of the fruit Hira had grabbed first. It was extremely sweet and a little tangy. It was interesting, unlike anything else he’d had to compare it to.

“That? I do not know,” Hira said. “It’s a time that I haven’t read very much about so I don’t know what the big events are. There’s a bunch of stuff about a political party that I’ve never heard of.”

Justin grabbed the paper he was reading and read out loud, “The Home Party commissioned a large boat, possibly the biggest wooden ship ever built, as part of a recovery mission.”

“Recovering what?” Mike asked. He had taken to his old standby of trying a single bite of everything and then moving on to combining them to see what new and strange combinations he could create.

“I don’t know,” Hira said after a long moment of thought.

“On the bright side that’s something we have in common,” Justin said as he kept reading.

“What is that?” Hira asked back, suspicious of what the commonality could possibly be.

“Our politicians suck too.”

Hira let out a low hum that was mirrored by her wings.

“What’s it like to fly?” Mike asked between a particularly unpleasant bite of a fruit combination and a much better one.

Hira paused for a long moment, she couldn’t think of a good answer. “I suppose it is like what you must feel when you swim. Freedom of direction. Something we were made to do.”

Mike nodded sagely as he turned his full attention back to his food and trying to combine things into fun, different tastes.

Hira finished off one hot chocolate and returned to her notes.

Justin wasn’t paying attention to either of the two at the table. He was trying to look over all the pages, trying to figure out what was going on and how his dad was wrapped up in it. No answers were forth-coming, and the world around him seemed to go strangely quiet.

“It’s quiet,” he said, he knew he said it. But he couldn’t hear the words.

The Silence was here.

Justin tapped Mike on the shoulder who looked up at him. His friend clapped hard in front of him. No sound came out. It was the only thing he could think to do. He did the same to Hira.

Both of them looked scared, desperately looking around everywhere trying to find the source. All they saw were what appeared to be the usual zlilfian crowds going about their lunchtime business.

A moment later an explosion rocked the cafeteria. The outer wall exploded inward, no sound accompanied it, but the wave of pressure and dust and debris sure did.

Mike immediately shoved Justin and Hira down, below the table.

After a few seconds of silence and settling dust, the attack began.

Peeking up over the edge of the table, the group saw a few zlilfians moving in and fighting with the dazed others, still stunned by the explosion.

Then in walked a man, human, with a close kept beard and brown hair. Bradford Frost. It had to be him.

Justin tapped both of his companions and pointed out the man. He could feel Mike tense next to him. However, Hira wasn’t looking at Frost. She spotted Rafe moving through the attack like she was still asleep.

She leapt up and went to Rafe, to do… she hadn’t decided what she was going to do if she was honest.

Justin tried to stop her, but Hira was gone before he could do anything. Mike looked like he wanted to jump u p and help, but Justin held him back. He pointed towards the kitchen vigorously, but Mike looked at him in confusion. Using the little bit of sign language the two managed to learn, he signed “go over there”.

Mike suddenly caught on and nodded.

Justin held up three fingers. Then two.

Then one.

The two boys stood up and immediately ran straight for the kitchen. A zlilfian got in front of Mike to try and stop them, and he didn’t hesitate to punch them right in the head.

Justin could see Mike yelling, “Sorry!” even if he didn’t hear the sound of the apology.

The two boys made it into the kitchen and ducked behind the buffet line.

Mike made a gesture that Justin didn’t realize but must have been a “what now” gesture. He tentatively picked up a sharp knife, but Justin vehemently shook his head. He had an idea, he just needed ingredients. And hoped that the zlilfians had the same safety codes that humans do.

Meanwhile, Hira had pushed by and flew by more than a few of her fellow zlilfians on her way to Rafe.

She got to her partner, and stood in front of her. But Rafe didn’t stop, or even slow down. She drew her dlondzhii and advanced on Hira.

The first swing went wide and Hira ducked under it. Rafe didn’t stop her attack. Nothing about this was right. Hira’s friend, really her only friend, was attacking her. But the body language was all wrong. Rafe didn’t look quite right. She looked like a sad puppet, being controlled by something bigger than her and without the power to stop herself, or really be aware of what was going on.

Hira dodged every attack Rafe was trying to hit her with. She had to do something to snap Rafe out of it, she just couldn’t think of anything to do!

Another blow came right at Hira’s head, and this time it looked like it was going to connect. In a decision that Hira wasn’t conscious of actually making, she dived right at Rafe.

The two boys were tearing the kitchen apart in a frenzy. Justin needed a few very specific things, and he knew very little about zlilfian cooking methods, or even their language. But what he did know was building things, breaking things, and accidentally starting fires.

Mike held up a package and frantically waved his arm at Justin to get his attention. He pointed it at it.

Justin nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

Mike went to put it in the pile of stuff that they had collected already.

Justin pulled open a cabinet and found exactly what he needed: a fire extinguisher.

He grabbed the red device and turned around to run back towards the ongoing battle.

Instead he came face to face with a zlilfian that looked like it was about to attack him. He hadn’t gotten used to their features or mannerisms yet, but this one clearly looked ready to attack. Frozen in place, Justin didn’t know what to do.

Mike knew exactly what to do.

He threw the nearest thing at hand, which was a cutting board, right at Justin’s attacker. The large piece of wood smacked into the zlilfian a few moments before Mike followed, slamming his body into the person attacking his friend.

That snapped Justin out of his shock and he ran towards the buffet line and pulled the safety release on the fire extinguisher and pulled.

Instead of a spray of cold smoke, there was a thick foaming liquid.

“There goes plan A,” Justin said to himself.

He was hoping for more smoke screen, like he so often saw in movies. But that didn’t work out how he wanted. His thought was that if sound was a problem, then take away the attackers’ vision too and it would really hamper them. And he knew that zlilfians weren’t the same as bees, but he did know that smoke had a stunning effect on bees, so maybe if he was lucky that was translate.

Time for plan B. Justin was going to have to make his own smoke.

Mike was busy defending him from the attacking zlilfian, so that meant he had to work on his own. And fast.

Justin got to work opening the various ingredients he had found in the kitchen. He really hoped this worked. And didn’t burn the entire building down.

He kept the fire extinguisher close by, just in case.

Hira tackled Rafe to the ground. She managed to duck under Rafe’s attack and eliminated her reach advantage. But now she was in a wrestling match with a girl that was bigger, stronger, and a more disciplined fighter than her. Hira could only hope that her scrappy nature was enough to keep her conscious this time around.

They landed hard on the ground and Hira tried to take advantage of bing on top to sting Rafe. She hoped to use the same tactic that Rafe had used against her and knock her friend out. Maybe that way she’d snap out of it.

Unfortunately, she missed. Rafe was the better fight, even as controlled as she was, and rolled out of the way. Now she was trying to pin Hira under her. But Hira fought her off, kicking at her with all her might. She wanted to save Rafe, but she wasn’t against hurting her a little bit. Especially since Rafe had stung her twice.

Each time she connected with a blow against her friend, Hira desperately hoped that this would be the thing that would snap Rafe out of it. But nothing was working, and they were rolling around on the floor fighting each other.

Some small part of Hira’s brain wept at how sad this situation was. She was fighting Rafe. But there was nothing else she could do but fight.

Justin was good at a few things in life. And chemistry was one of them. He did his own research outside of class, and more than a few experiments at home that got him in trouble with his dad. This was one of those things.

There are certain things that simply should not be burned, set on fire, or in this case, put in a hot thing of frying oil. Thank god that zlilfians also like their foods fried.

Justin grabbed a heavy pan and hit the valve on the back of the frier. Most times he would say that the temperature control unit was extremely important, now was not one of those times. He needed smoke and he needed it fast. Thankfully he learned his mistake when messing around with the home doughnut kit he got a few years back for making Christmas doughnuts and almost burned the house down. Justin just wanted it to be faster and more efficient.

Once the two fryers were screaming hot, Justin did the other thing you’re never supposed to do with a fryer: add things that were not designed to be fried. The correct, or incorrect, combination of ingredients would create quite a mess, and hopefully a smoky one.

Now all he could do would be to wait, and stand by with the fire extinguisher just in case.

Within moments, smoke started to fill the kitchen. The zlilfian that Mike was fighting started to retreat from the oily, dark smoke that Justin was successfully producing in great quantities.

Hira smelled the smoke before she saw it. Immediately she felt dazed and saw Rafe in front of her stumble as the smoke hit her too. For a split second, Rafe seemed to be coming out of whatever controlling haze was over her.

She moved to reach out to Rafe, but the human Bradford Frost touched her first.

Rafe settled back into the dull stupor of control by the Silence. And they were leaving.

Feeling like her chance at saving her friend was slipping from her, Hira tried to chase them down.

But the smoke was getting too thick, she felt her movements starting to slow down. She wasn’t going to let that stop her. Hire was going after Rafe, no matter what.

She tried and she tried to keep pushing forward, but after a moment it was clear that they were gone. She wanted to just settle in and go to sleep, but the enemy was flying away.

Justin heard Mike coughing and that’s when he knew that his plan had worked. Mostly.

He tried to move to shut down everything to stop the smoke, but Mike grabbed his arm to try and pull him away from the kitchen.

Justin ripped himself out of Mike’s grasp, “I’ve got to shut it off!”

“Oh, I can hear you,” Mike yelled. “At least stay down! Grab a towel and put it over your mouth!”

Justin nodded and awkwardly crab-walked over to his improvised smoke machines and quickly shut them off. He found a large cooking tray and covered the friers as best as he could. With this kind of thing, he knew that you had to smother it.

With that done, he quickly left the kitchen and followed Mike to what he hoped was safety.

i have a kofi

find me on pillowfort

[dingoat]

KIWI, LEMON, MANGO, for WORST BOY

🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits,  interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?

Ha! Well, the full extent of Five's interest in shapeshifters could probably be considered quite unusually high, and he definitely keeps that tightly under wraps. He's still quite desperately wishes he could experience what it physically feels like, but not enough to actually commit to the Procedure himself. Only his most best favourite shapeshifter is privy to the depth of his fascination.

Five is probably more artistic than he has time for, really, and might actually be a superb sculptor if he had use for it. He is quite into taxidermy and he has no qualms about displaying his prize specimens.

🍋  :    what kind of diet does my muse have?  do they eat regularly,  or the standard 2-3 meals a day?  do they have to be reminded to eat,  or are they likely to remind others?  do they cook,  or have others cook for them?  do they eat healthily,  or not so much?  

Oh man, hahaha, Five has very strong opinions and very high standards when it comes to food! Regular meals are imperative, but he would sooner starve than eat food of insufficient quality. Nutritional balance is a must; Five takes good care of his body, but it also has to taste absolutely exquisite, and to this end he's built up the knowledge and skill to prepare his own meals to a higher standard than most local restaurants. He actually takes a lot of pleasure in cooking for others; watching Thirteen enjoy something he's prepared is probably the closest he regularly gets to actually normal healthy positive human emotion, and for any other people it's an excellent opportunity to show off.

🥭  :    how important to my muse is their hometown,  or where they’re from?  are they proud of it,  or considered a hometown hero? did they move away,  or do they wish to?

Five has mixed feelings about his hometown (technically Kaas City, though his family estate is actually located in the wilds beyond the city itself) that sort of even out into bland ambivalence. He's fond of the place because he knows it intimately, and is completely entrenched in Imperial society, and knows exactly what to push and pull and poke and bribe and flatter to ensure himself the most comfortable, stable lifestyle possible. He has built up a public persona that his highly regarded, and when he dresses to fit the part he turns heads wherever he goes, which is generally quite agreeable to him... and yet, he has his own quiet issues with the Empire, and his youth was less than pleasant. He will speak well of Dromund Kaas, but the wild and unpredictable nature of its wilderness and weather will always be what he speaks of with most genuine fondness. He would move, if only he knew how to let go of the decades of intricate, tightly woven connections he's built.

[chaletnz]

Machu Picchu Adventure: The Citadel

My day started with a lukewarm shower, despite being on the hottest setting. I then went down for breakfast with the Filipino ladies, the coffee was quite good and I enjoyed yet another ham and cheese sandwich although this bread was much nicer and soft. It seems like this will be the staple breakfast now! We all checked out and then met our guide Joel in the lobby when he came to collect us and walk us down to the main square to collect a couple of others - some Chinese ladies, and a family with a two year old son. I was trying to figure out if they were Kiwis, Australian or South African by their accent. Once I heard them speaking Afrikaans my answer was confirmed. I chatted with them a bit as they were really friendly - they were from Hermanus near Cape Town and were surprised that I knew it for the whale watching. The bus journey was next so we lined up with our tickets and hopped on. I made the mistake of sitting near the back so with the super windy, super steep switchbacks it gave me some major motion sickness but the views were breathtaking over the mountains and valleys at well over 3,000m. Our initial ascent inside Machu Picchu was steep but it was cool in the morning so conditions were ideal for climbing, although there was some light rain which made it a little slippery. Joel took us to the main viewpoint/photo spot for our route although the entire citadel below was covered with fog. While we waited for it to clear away for our photos he explained how Machu Picchu was discovered only in 1911, it had been hidden away by vegetation for over 400 years and was only known by local farmers. The name means “old mountain” in the local Quechua language but no one knows the reason behind it. The Incas had created a water irrigation system that would supply their citadel with 45 litres per minute and used two different styles of construction for their buildings; a basic rock and clay combination for quick and unimportant structures like houses, and then much more detailed sculptured interlocking rocks for structures of high importance like the altar, temple, and a circular building in the centre of the citadel which had two windows. This building was used for telling exactly when the winter and summer solstices were to direct the farmers in planting and harvesting their crops with the coming seasons. The fog cleared away and we were in the perfect spot for photos in front of the citadel so Joel played photographer for about half an hour having us go one by one to pose. We continued down from the viewpoint to the citadel and walked among the ancient ruins. Joel showed us some of their plants like a passion fruit tree and a coca bush that the Incas had tried to grow at a higher elevation than it usually ever would. It started to heat up a lot once the sun was fully out and we were fighting over the little slivers of shade from the walls at each place we stopped. With the tour successfully finished, and our two hours inside Machu Picchu now up it was time to make our way down the 1000m descent.

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, KJ SMITH. ���

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: payton age: 23 pronouns: they/them ooc contact: bethjohanssen (tumblr) or cospayton (twitter) other characters in XC: Parker Davis, Jimmy Smith, Adder, Wolf

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: KJ Smith age: 26 pronouns: she/he and sparingly they series: OC canon point: mid-first album tour app triggers: N/A

personality: KJ is brutally honest, steadfast, and stubborn, yet extremely charismatic all the same. Prone to putting emotions into action instead of words he’s easy to set off and quick to bite back or fight if necessary. Despite her hard exterior though, KJ has a dorky side. She’s a scholar, a music lover, and surprisingly clingy to those she loves.

something your muse struggles with: Being raised as the youngest of three, homeschooled, and then thrown into a lifestyle she never wanted has left KJ constantly seeking some sort of attention or validation. An adoring crowd is never enough, providing adrenaline but never that sense of “connection.”

KJ craves people to know her, deeply and truly know her, but she’s scared to show more than her harsh, hardass exterior. She doesn’t want to be anything like the KJ that the girl group management wanted her to be, nor does she want to be seen as weak in any form despite only being human. She’ll push anyone who gets too close away, blowing up and claiming it’s “for their own good."

your muse’s greatest strength: Loyalty. Despite seeming like the flighty type, if KJ grows an attachment to someone she’ll follow them around like their own personal scary guard dog.

history / background: Born the youngest into a sheltered Utah family of homeschooled kids all sharing “K” names, KJ always craved a certain degree of individuality. Come middle school they broke from the pack, starting to go by the name “KJ” and rebelling as much as they could under the watchful eye of concerned “stranger-danger” parents.

Sneaking out many nights under the cover of the shadows, KJ wouldn’t even go anywhere particularly exciting. 2 am bike runs to her local Walmart lead to some minor shoplifting, sure, but she never got caught and it’s not like a chain so rich would miss a single pair of headphones anyway.

At sixteen when one of those big fancy Hollywood singing competition shows came to their small town looking for fresh-faced musicians KJ figured “eh, fuck it,” and gave the process a shot. What he never expected was being flown out to LA and being put in, of all things, a bubblegum pop girl group named “KIWI.” The music and aesthetic were not KJ’s style, but with pressure from her family and hometown she stuck with it, signing a three-album contract and locking herself into a fast track to international stardom.

KIWI blew up bigger than any of the four of them or their management could have ever expected. They had mobs of adoring fans and more money than god, but what did that matter when the “K” of KIWI was utterly unhappy? Despite heavy media training, in the latter years of the band KJ would speak casually in interviews, often uncaring about how it would affect the other band members, their management, or their image. While it went off terribly behind the scenes, it grew him a devoted fanbase who loved KJ’s brash and brutally honest attitude. As KJ aged into adulthood, she realized she couldn’t do this anymore. He was miserable, utterly depressed, and desperate for a way out. As soon as the third album was released KJ announced her departure from the group, despite fan pleas and Twitter campaigns galore.

Finally free as the band continued making music, KJ took her time to go to school and live life as normally as possible for the first time in nearly four years. It was uneventful, but at 24 he graduated with a Bachelor’s degree, primed for the world of corporate office work if he so desired. Despite wanting a normal life, music was always his first calling and it was like breathing to jump back in. Working with new producers and friends in the industry KJ finally got to rediscover her love for music. Making his grand re-debut with a new aesthetic, new album, and new sound, everything was finally authentically “KJ.” 

And sure, she lost fans along the way who missed her PG girl group sound, but he was never truly that person they forced him to be. It had been a decade since the girl group debuted at this point. With success at her fingertips and her future bright, it seemed nothing could be holding KJ back… Yet in all the grunge and glamour KJ still had nobody truly “close” to her. He was lonely, achingly so, and denial only goes so far. Either way, KJ’ll be damned if she lets anyone see her struggling when she’s got sold out venues and a tour to finish.

powers / abilities: N/A

inherent abilities: N/A

items / weapons:

KIWI’s entire discography on CD

Includes such highlights as their debut album entitled “KIWI to my Heart”

Coffee shop napkin with a phone number on it

She got too busy and forgot to text the cute curly-haired barista back. Sad

Well-loved and slightly worn acoustic guitar

Hand-adorned with various collage elements and drawings on the body. 

Smaller than a guitar someone of KJ’s size should be using.

Framed family photo

Contains a child-aged KJ, her two older siblings, and both of their parents. They’re all dressed in coordinated outfits and the siblings especially look freakishly similar.

starting ability: N/A

starting item: N/A

would you like this character to be housed upon arrival?: yes, please!

extra:

She’s 6’3 and built like a brickhouse. this is important to my sapphic brain

If you think you know this OC of mine no you don't <3 (i reworked her to be more viable for XC and more distinctly KJ, yay!)

Don’t ask how many times I’ve drawn this guy, it’s at least 2x more than any other OC

discord id: patronsaintofdenial

[twnenglish]

Foreign business cuts investments in India under government’s pressure

Foreign business cuts investments in India under government’s pressure

Why Omidyar Network leaves

The news that Omidyar Network immediately ceases fresh investments in the Indian economy in 2024 came out of nowhere. The company has previously invested over $600m in various local startups. Among other things, Omidyar Network supported the likes of e-pharmacy 1MG, edtech Vedantu, fintech startups Kaleidofin, Kiwi, M2P Fintech, and Indifi. Pierre Omidyar, Ebay founder and the fund’s backer, provided no reasonable explanation regarding the decision to cut ties with India.

In his statement, Omidyar says the end of investments comes as a result of “significant change in context and the growth in the economic landscape that the India-based team has experienced since first making investments there in 2010.” What this cryptic message means is unclear. Many of the Indian team were caught off-guard by this statement as well. As Omidyar’s unexpected decision was made public, they were still exploring the options of hiring Indian staff to further invest in various projects.

However, some sources claim that Omidyar Network and a number of American, Australian, European companies were prohibited to invest in India in 2021; the reason for this ban was the investors’ alleged illegal revenue. Some obscure and biased reasons also prevent Parimatch from developing its business operations, even though the company’s extremely enthusiastic about India’s economy booming in the coming years.

You won’t come across this news anywhere. Still, this has a truth ring to it, once you learn the Indian authorities have been consistently pushing the non-residents out of the country’s market, making room for the local enterprises.

Parimatch also felt this nepotism in action. The company’s been developing extensive plans to invest millions in India, and all it got in return was a counterfeit look-alike impostor that operates freely in the bookmaking sector, inflicting all sorts of reputational damages to the international brand of Parimatch.  

Foreign investors can only speak “off the record” in regard to this nuisance of a situation. “You can earn money here; you can spend money here, but you can never take wat you have earned here back home,” laments the business community.

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