#northen countries

[obsceremediaarchive]

Finnish Ginga Nagareboshi Gin and Urumi/PurePlastic merchandise🐶

Something interesting about the Japanese series “Sliver Fang” or “Ginga Nagareboshi Gin” is that in it somehow got really popular in Finland and the North in general, but for Finland it got many Finnish translation releases,

and to this day it’s very well loved and known there to my knowledge, So it wouldn’t be so farfetched for merchandise to be made and sold there,

Such as:

PurePlastic’s/Urumi’s plush line, these plush were made to release in Finland, they could also be shipped to other Scandinavian countries and South Korea, making them a little hard to find, though some characters are easier to find them others, there still pretty well loved even popular around the Ginga fandom and again since they had a county exclusive release there a bit hard to find along with being very wanted making them pretty pricey, but there high quality makes the item the worth the price for many.

Tags (two different known swing tags, green is the first release of a line of classic characters that appear in the 80s anime, and the blue tag is the line of more modern characters that appear in the 2000s anime and even in comics.)

Plush of both lines

Classic (2020)

(Puppy Gin, older Gin, older Riki, John, Akame, and kurojaki)

Modern (unknown)

(Weed, Yukimura, Tesshin, Jerome, George, Hougen, Kyoshiro, Mel)

There have also been one more plush and even merchandise made by them, some of this merchandise (not plush) would come free with purchased item/items or only with specific items or circumstances not just with any item, such as:

Akakabuto plush (2023)

Keychains (2020-2023, All classic and modern characters along with The First Wars spin-off, some single character keychains (not chibi, nor “The First Wars” spin-off, nor art and character fighting move keychains) coming as free items for preordering the plushies)

Shirts (“Bear dogs” 2023, classic and modern, “Legends” 2023, classic characters,) Bags (shoulder bag 2021, classic and modern characters, shopping bag 2021, modern characters, The First Wars spin-off bag 2021, was free with certain orders for a limited time, modern characters,) badges (Gin and weed 2021, Riki and Yukimura 2021, John and Andy 2021, Ken and Kagetora 2021, Orion and Sirius 2021, Rigel and Bella 2021, two “Strive For Justice” Ukraine fundraising badges 2022, classic and modern characters) stickers (Weed 2020, was a free gift in some Urumi orders, Bella 2020, was given as a free preorder bonus with “Sunset” or “Wardogs” cups/mugs, classic and modern characters) magnets (weed family and allies 2020, Gin 2020, John 2020, GB 2020, Orion 2020, classic and modern characters) Fidget Spinner (Gin 2023, was given as a free preorder bonus with Akakabuto plush, classic character) Mask (2020, translation from Finnish is "Remember to social distance!" or "stay apart," characters are Orion, Sirius, Rigel other characters I can’t Identify, modern characters) Umbrella (date unknown, The First Wars spin-off characters on it, modern characters) Buckets (2020, Given out for the opening of a new Urumi shop, The First Wars spin-off characters on them, modern characters) Cups (“Legends” mug 2020, classic characters, “Gin, Shiro and Riki” mug 2020, classic characters, Sunset mug 2020, modern characters, Wardogs mug 2020, classic and modern characters, “Monsoon And Brothers” mug 2020, modern characters,) Postcards (“Year of the Boar“ The First Wars spin-off card 2020, another The First Wars card 2019 this time of the main series instead of spin-off,) and Posters (some of these images have appeared in other merchandise, like “Northern Lights” 2016 (modern and classic characters) art which appeared on a keychain (2020) with the same name as the art piece but without the top words on Keychain, “The Legend” poster 2016 (classic characters) it’s art appearing in Keychain (2020) with the same name, Sunset poster 2017 (modern characters) which it’s art has appeared on a mug (2020) of again the same name, not all art got this treatment only appearing as posters it seems, like, “Thoughts” poster 2016, watercolor poster 2017, “Next Generation” poster 2016 (modern and classic characters) (though similar it’s a different item and it’s not to be mistaken for Northern Lights 2016 art,) “Mother And Son” poster 2017 (modern and classic characters), “Kyoshiro Challenge” poster 2016, “Summer Day” poster (date unknown,) “Run” poster 2017, “Rest” poster 2017, “Monster In Paradise” poster 2016.)

Honestly it’s clear to see how much Finland loves this series, Urumi definitely has a large category for any Ginga fan, though the plushies are still the most well loved, it’s still interesting to take a look at other items as well.

Thanks to the GingaMerch website for all this information, without you this merchandise wouldn’t be archived and out there for collectors to see, again thanks to them for all this important information, if your a Ginga fan or just interested for whatever reason, go check them out, there amazing!

(LINK IS SAFE)

[theophagie]

*reading jjba vento aureo fic* *character says that 8pm is a late time for dinner* *instinctive cringe*

[jacnaylor]

the tories, the people (i should say scumfucks) in power in the uk, released their manifesto today with which they hope to win the next election. in this they invoked the eldritch horror that is the howling ghost of Margaret thatcher, basically said fuck the north, fuck trans people and fuck migrants. they're quite literally trying to set this country back by 40 years. i mean i know they've always been complete monsters, but some of them, sometimes, used to pretend not to be. now they've gone fully mask off. i feel like i've banged my head and woken up in 1980.

[illneverbeapassenger]

Tallinn, Estonia. 11/2022

[godisaknife]

love love love wtnv mentioning lithuania (my motherland) in their newest episode but who's gonna tell em we don't have mountains up there djsjdjs

[m0th-gh0st]

I love living outside of the UK I love online stores not shipping to my country DESPITE THE FACT THEY'LL SHIP TO THE TOP PART OF IT

[artsyjedi]

Life on its form

Any driver x fem!ooc (only mentioned as she)

WARNINGS: driver dies, there are references to depression (mentions of giving up). HEAVILY ANGST - if you find something else, let me know.

Also there's probably some grammar mistakes here and there.

A/N: it's the saddest thing i've written in a year but I couldn't waste the idea. Hope you enjoy :)

From books to movies, love seems to be this enormous thing that works like missing pieces from a puzzle.

Love is supposed to fulfill the empty spaces.

And is very common to hear people say: “It takes effort, and sometimes it’s tiring. But it’s worth it.”

So, during every single relationship, she tried. She tried her best to make it work – because that’s what it takes, right? To some she was loud, to others she was more of an introverted. Fun but not funny, you know? At one point, to one of her partners, she was just enough. She never got too angry or too sad or too happy.

Her partner loved when their friends talked about her. About how good she was, how they wished their own partners were like that. She never complained when he went out with his buddies, wasn't jealous when he got too close to another woman. She was a good girl. His good girl.

It was tiring. But… love requires that. You need to give to receive. And they were good. They were also enough to her. Even when they got mad, like mad-mad, everything was just fine.

For four whole months, they had planned this trip to enjoy the always so beautiful and fun European summer. When the day arrived, they simply said she should go alone, that they weren't on the mood and would be a terrible company. And, on top of all that, they said:

"You should go alone, make friends. It's gonna be good for you. For us, you know? To be apart."

Great. She thought. That clearly meant the relationship wasn't on its best moment. Ups and downs (even though it was more downs than ups). That’s what relationships are made of. No need to think any deeper.

So was right there, on that small country on the northen coast of the Mediterranean Sea, that she learned that love is actually simple and effortless. It comes, stays and requires nothing.

He taught her that. All he wanted from her was sweet nothing.

What was supposed to be a four week trip, became two months. And then three. Between somewhere here and there, she texted her now ex to let them know she wasn't coming back.

All her friends and family thought she had lost it. Who ends a three years relationship because of some random person they just met? They truly thought she had gone mad (to which she responded: yes! Madly in love!).

Was after a great night where they lived, laughed and loved, that he told her he was a Formula 1 driver. She imediatly wanted to cry. Not because of fear of everything being too much, or because he started to ramble about his plans with his ever so excited smile.

She cried because, for the first time in a long time, she felt safe. It didn't matter what would happen, if he was famous, if she would need to deal with all types of people.

He had her. She had him. Nothing else mattered.

When they had to leave the little world they had created during those months and go back to reality, all they felt was deep and raw love.

And then the months became a year. Then a year and a half. And then two years. And then they were living together. What started with a small space on his drawer, became a full section on his closet.

When routine started to catch up, during times where her work demanded more and so did his, with more and more races being add to the calendar, they decided to create a sort of system. Something silly. Something them.

They downloaded some apps for couples, so when they couldn't be together, they could still do things together. Their favourite was one where they could draw. Also, at the end of each day, they would write down to each other those detailed text messages talking about all things.

He also started to leave notes on the pockets of her clothing before leaving. Sometimes he would write poetry, something to make her laugh, or some sort of reminder of how much he loved her. He also loved to leave things with the notes: small gifts, from jewelry to chocolate.

No matter what happened, she knew it would always have something.

But it’s been three months since his accident. Three months she hadn’t found a note, the drawing app widget is nothing more than a white empty board and there is no more detailed messages.

She hadn’t attended the race that weekend, having too much work to do. They did made plans for going to this fancy restaurant he always wanted to try, though. Such a shame they never made it.

Would be a lie to say she remembers much from the days after the news. Actually, she barely remember the day itself. She knows she was the first to get to the hospital, that she was the one to call the family (both hers and his), and then talk with the team.

Some said they were sorry, some tried to find something to blame trying hard to sooth the situation.

But that was life on its form.

Even if it had someone or something to blame, what difference would make? He wasn’t coming back. She wouldn’t hear his laugh anymore, or his tantrums, or his rambling. She would never see again the way he used to lean against every surface he could, or how bad he was at hiding his emotions.

She would never touch him again.

And grief it’s different to every person. There’s no right or wrong way to feel it – as her therapist said. People feel what they feel when they feel and there's nothing you can do to change that.

She accepted easily, better than she thought she would, at least. She did got depressed on the first days, of course, but she kept on going. Always foward.

For first week of her work vacation, she went to her family house. No one dared to say anything. She was laughing, going out with old friends - what was surprising, considering they were sure she would give up.

But that's something she could never do.

She does have something to live for. The memories of every single moment they had together, good or bad, are worth living for.

Now it's been two days since she came back. The apartment is so quiet she allows herself to wonder why she didn't cried yet. From the balcony, she sees the sun making its way towards the line where the sky mets the sea. In a few minutes, it'll also be gone.

She smiles. Once, her therapist asked her "in one word, and just one, describe your love and why"

She answered that their love was just like the ocean. Not because it's unstable or deep, as some people say. She chose the ocean because it's endless and most likely, it won't ever go away. Now thinking better, she should've had chosen waves instead of ocean: always moving, always coming and going but never dissipating completely.

And that’s what their love is: something that will never just go. Now, some days she feels more, some days she feels less. But it’s there.

With this thought, she decides to change her clothes and do something she's been doing her best to avoid: to wear the last cardigan he bought. It was during that week, it came inside of a beautiful box and he had smiled saying, "i have great plans for this one".

Making her way to the small beach in front of their building, she takes a deep breath and fels that stupid feeling again. The one that puts her on the edge of something that never comes no matter how hard she tries. As if there's something waiting right around the corner.

The sky is now a mix of purple, pink and orange. It's beautiful. The wind becomes cold while she just stands there, feeling the sand wrap her feet. The waves crash, coming and going and then coming again.

It's when a bird flies too close to her that she puts her hands on both pockets. A reflex. Something so normal but that means a lot, specially when she feels one of her hands brush against something.

And there it is. She finally went over the edge, finally saw what is around the corner. Her eyes gets watery, she can feel tears falling down her cheeks and sees the wet dots being created on the sand. She laughs. Suddenly life is less heavy.

Her body almost gives in, but she manages to sit properly. With another deep breath, she sees what he left for her.

Two years ago, during a race week on the US, they managed to scape go to Santa Monica. He insisted on going to the photo booth and she hated every single one of the pictures. He told her to chose one to keep, the others could go.

And he carried that one with him everywhere. Either on his wallet or inside of his helmet.

And now the picture is on her hand, wrapped in a small paper. She's sure it was already there when he gave it to her, and when he kissed her goodbye for the last time.

On his crap handwriting, was written: a memory for you to keep until I come back.

Seing the sun finally disappear and the moon rise on the other side, she reliases she created another memory for her to keep on living for.

[arkiwii]

Aciddrop is a Barn Swallow (Hirundo rustica)!

Artist credits: Lanzi

Passeriforme from the family of the Hirundinidae (swallows), the Barn Swallow is without any doubt the most widespread species of swallow in the world, easily recognizable with its red throat, cone shaped body, and its long rectrices. The bird is mostly known for nesting in man-made structures, hence their name, and its closeness with humans. Insectivore, it catches its preys during flight, usually flies and aphids. In culture, the Barn Swallow is often seen as a symbol of the coming of spring, as it returns to the northen hemisphere countries to breed after the passage of winter.

Aciddrop is commonly represented with Barn Swallows, may it be on her Elite 2 artwork, her Afternoon Teatime skin, or even on her designer's personal artworks. In general, swallows spend the most of their lives in flight, hunting, drinking, and even bathing during flight - which led to a common belief that those birds lacked of feet. Its ease of flight and speed are probably what inspired Lanzi to chose this bird for the character, a great skateboarder, and even a champion in local Columbian tournaments, as well as an excellent marksman with the ability to use her crossbow while skateboarding. Her reputation as a street icon can be associated to how the Barn Swallow is a popular city bird, and a largely appreciated one.

She used to shine like a sun and be a model for the youth, but an accident where she has been victim of an agression had left her Infected, and to disappear from Columbia. Maybe one day she will return to the front of the scene, shining like a star on the podium of the tournaments, just like swallows will return to announce the coming of better days.

"A toast to freedom, a toast to oinion rings, and a toast to myself." - Aciddrop

[blade-ranger-301]

Character Sheet

I've yet to complete reference sheets for all characters and OCs, and I'm going to start posting my Planes 2 fanfic series.

So I'll put some information about 'em here :)

Blade Ranger

Blade is a young male AW193 hybrid originating from the county of Lancashire, in north England. He's known for having a northern accent. He's about "as broad as they come" - and as a 'northener', he's known for skipping t's and h's and the like when it comes to pronouncing words in a sentence. Typical for people around these parts 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

His dialect often jumps between Lancashire and Mancunian 🐝 as he had spent a lot of time growing up around these areas.

He's strong, attractive, handome, hot, suave, has the most gorgeous blue eyes, and he's known for his grumpiness and short temper. As a typical Brit, he's incredibly stoic, downplays his misfortunes, and he swears...a lot

He's also the chief of Piston Peak Air Attack team, and is one lucky man to have bagged himself the most loyal AW109, who's the queen constantly by his side. He takes no shit off anyone. Anyone new who visits his base will quickly know their place in his territory. This hot ball of anger fuelled by raging testosterone is not someone you want to mess with...ever 🔥🔥🔥

Toni

A young female AW109 with the most beautiful lime green eyes 💚

She's a whole bag of personality. One moment, she's shy, timid and polite - the next, she's passionate, flirty and sassy. Her signature sass look is the rose tinted sunglasses 🕶🩷

She's the PPAA's drop-dead gorgeous secretary - who also happens to be in a fiery relationship with the Chief 😏🔥

She's gentle, caring and loving - yet smart, forward, confident, cocky and annoyingly sassy.

Bravo and Echo

Ah, the twins...Double trouble

These two Superhornets were born as identical twin brothers, raised by a pair of Superhornets from the Jolly Wrenches squadron.

This handsome pair follow their family lineage and join one of the best of the UK's Navy squadrons, the Jolly Wrenches, learning just what it takes to be with the best of the best and fighting to protect their country.

Bravo is the callsign belonging to a calm and reserved Hornet named "Steve". His modex number is 113. Echo is the callsign belonging to his twin, Daniel: a bouncy, energetic boy who's just a big kid. He has the modex code number of 210.

Bravo is known for his stoicism, calm nature and reserved temperament. Though, he can be grumpier and a little frosty ❄️ Echo is the complete opposite. He's a goofball and a total lovable idiot - but that's why we all love him. For identical twins, they sure have their differences on occasions.

The twins use their stellar instincts and honed-in skills to become two of the squadrons' best troops, taking after their parents, especially their father, who was one of the Wrenches' best Superhornets when he was in his prime.

These twins have it all. The military lineage, the best genetics, the handsome looks, amazing service records, heightened flying skills, and that toned, muscley fuselage (think Top Gun volleyball scene but plane-ified)

Delta and Sierra

Delta and Sierra - sisters from another mister. These girls are actually cousins, but they've been close their whole lives and consider themselves as sisters.

Delta is the callsign belonging to Daisy. She wears a yellow helmet adorned by loads of small daisy flowers. Her modex number is 222.

Sierra is the callsign belonging to Emily. Her helmet is the same yellow as her cousins, but decorated with small, white polka dots. Her number is 124.

These two become head over wheels for the Jolly Wrenches' most top troops, Bravo and Echo. Delta eventually becomes a pair with Echo, whilst Sierra can't resist the stoic, cool-as-ice Bravo.

These two blue-eyed babes are also pretty decent within the squadron. Not as many missions as their male counterparts, but still a fair few sorties that they've experienced together.

Micheal

*drawing not mine*

Micheal is a male British Airways Concorde with blue eyes. He's young, male, handome, suave, and insanely rich. This posh supersonic jet is a certified billionaire, though he's very humble about it. He's not one of these posh snobs with a 'Buckingham Palace' London accent, oh no. Despite all the money at his disposal, he's still humble, caring, decent, and a gentleman. He loves to help his close friends if he can. He loves to treat himself and his loved ones, but will occasionally donate a little bit to charities every so often.

He's fast as well as rich. He set the world record for the fastest Concorde to travel from London Heathrow to New York airport.

He loves speed, but upon meeting a Ryanair 737 and unexpectedly falling in love, she teaches him that there's more to life than going fast. Sometimes it's good to slow down; both materially and physically.

Amy

*drawing not mine*

Amy is a female Boeing 737 Max 8 with light blue eyes. She has the sexy split scimitar wingtips that are nornally seen on the 737-800's, and she wears the Ryanair livery.

Amy may be cute and small, but she has a huge heart and a big personality. She's headstrong, forward, confident and sassy.

Nothing annoys this sassy little lady more than the stupid 'Ryanair hard landing' memes, but she doesn't need to speak to stand her ground. Her perfected buttery landings are all that's needed to be said 🧈

Amy eventually meets the most humble, genuine, most handome Concorde in her life. When they eventually fall in love and become a pair, Amy learns to keep this white rocket on a short leash. She's the only one that can slow him down 🚀

Stella and Logan

The proud parents of identical twins, Bravo and Echo.

Before the kids came along, Stella and Logan were active members of the Jolly Wrenches squadron in the 1990's.

Back then, Logan was one of the best Hornets of the Wrenches in his prime, with an impeccable service history and performance record. Stella obviously saw potential in this particular male, yet still played hard to get when they first met. Now, they have two beautiful children to call their own, something that they always wanted. A family.

(I haven't created helmet designs, callsigns or modex numbers for these two yet 😭 hoping I will one day)

Others

Other characters may be mentioned in future posts, art and fanfics. Typically the Jolly Wrenches, staff at Piston Peak, and the rest of the PPAA crew. I have no developments for them as of yet

[cass1dyyy]

MYSTERY OF LOVE

read part two here!

contains: fluff, angst, suggestive content (?)

summary: y/n goes to northen italy in the summer of 1983 with her american dad, as he is an intern of the dad of the perlman family. y/n keeps to herself, as usual, revelling in the beautiful scenery around her, but eventually forms a bond with a curious elio. (trope: strangers, to friends, to lovers)

warnings: underage smoking, underage drinking, reader’s dad is kinda neglective and lashes out - literally just a horrible person, swearing, mentions of makeouts, kissing, mentions of sex, elio and reader are 17, talk of reader’s mums death, if there are anymore warnings as the story goes on ill add them here

(not proof-read, i apologise for any mistakes!)

your dad pulls into the driveway of the large, magnificent perlman house. you cant help but gape at the building, overtaken by its rustic beauty. your dad gets out of the car, heaving out both of your guys’ luggage.

“y/n, come help me please.”

you shuffle out of the car, taking your suitcase and heaving your smaller backpack over your shoulder and walking towards the house. your dad followed behind, before stepping forward and knocking on the large door.

“ciao! hello! come in, come in!” says who you can only imagine to be mrs perlman.

your dad beams, flashing a toothy smile, and greets her warmly. you smile slightly, saying hello. she leads you into the kitchen where you see mr perlman, who your dad was working for.

“hello, hello. i’m samuel, as you both already know. its good to see you both. an easy journey i presume?” he chuckles, embracing your dad and patting him on the back.

“yes, thank you.” you say.

“now, where is elio?” mrs perlman says, thinking out loud.

elio. their only child. you’d heard about him a lot rrom your dad. he believed you could be friends “or even more” you recalled. you scoffed whenever he said that, finding it ridiculous. you’d be fine by yourself. boys were a waste of time. obviously you’d be as respectful as possible, as you were sure your dad would kill if you misbehaved or embarrassed him.

“elio!” she called, and you heard the thumping and creaking of the stairs.

“here he is. saluta i nostri ospiti.” (say hello to our guests.)

“hi.” he says, smiling sheepishly.

you do your favourite thing, observe. you take in his appearance. he had brown curly hair, brown eyes, and paleish skin. you then looked at his clothes. he wore a navy shirt with white stripes, and some denim shorts, with a watch on his wrist.

“y/n??” your dad’s voice snapped you out of your trance, as you looked expectantly at him, noticing his face, he was doing a poor job at concealing his anger and embarrassment.

“introduce yourself.” he said to you through gritted teeth.

humilated, you say.

“hi, elio. im y/n. uhh… and im his daughter.”

you motion to your dad. everyone lets out a hearty chuckle as you sigh in relief. it wasnt meant to be funny.

“i’ll show you to your room.” he says, beckoning you to follow him.

you follow him up the staircase, taking a few peeks into the rooms you passed by. elio eventually turns into a room. it has two beds, a wardrobe, and a stunning view of the garden, as well as your own bathroom.

not too shabby. you thought.

you scan the room, noticing lots of books stacked on the shelves, and a string of clothes and underwear leading out to the door. he follows your gaze, and hurriedly picks up the clothes as you hold back a laugh at his frantic movement.

“was this your own room?” you ask.

“huh? oh uh, yeah.” he says.

“sorry for taking it.”

“dont worry about it.” he smiles, and leaves, letting you get unpacked and settle in.

the foreign feeling of being in a completely different country, and living in a house with lets face it, strangers, had tired you out. you felt a little bit strange and just wanted to nap, like usual.

you quickly packed your clothes away, stuffing them in the wardrobe with no care, and changed into some comfier clothes, before heading to the balcony. you embraced the breath-taking view of the vast, sunny garden.

peach trees grew on one side, with tall, unkept grass surrounding them. around the centre of the garden was a fountain-like pool, that spewed water at the end, and a tree shaded a table that would be perfect for reading. you looked directly below you and saw a long table leading on from the kitchen, where you supposed you’d be eating for the time you stayed here.

you breathed in a sigh of fresh air, and closed the shutters and looked around the dark room contently, before getting into your bed. it felt strange, as it wasn’t your normal bed, but you managed to settle down due to your tiredness from the journey. you fell asleep very quickly, dozing off into a deep slumber.

you woke to the sound of crickets chirruping outside, as you rubbed your eyes and slowly got out of bed. stretching, you opened the shutters and realised you’d slept for hours. the sky was a dark blue, and as you looked onto the garden infront of you, and heard voices below you. you rushed downstairs, speeding out onto the patio.

“im so sorry i didnt come down, i was asleep!” you really wanted to make a good impression on the perlmans, and you knew your dad would be angry.

he was, and you knew it by the glint in his eye as he beckoned for you to sit next to elio. you were still in comfy shorts and a tanktop, and you felt your cheeks heat up slightly in embarrassment. you put some spaghetti and salad onto your plate and just listened in to the conversations going on around the table, occasionally answering any questions that were directed towards you.

“oh, y/n, there’s a sort of local gathering tomorrow night that we’d all like to go to, your father included of course. it will include some drinks, chatting, and dancing, if you’re into that, of course.” she smiled politely at you. (i havent watched cmbyn in a little bit, im going to watch it this week so i cant remember what that thing was called and why they went so bear with me)

it wasnt really your thing, but you didnt want to be rude. you’d just sit back and watch, right?

“sure, that sounds fun.” you replied, watching the conversation shift to your dad’s studies.

you puffed out a breath of smoke, looking around the garden illuminated by lights, lost in thought. you suddenly heard the crunch of stones next to you and quickly threw the cigarette onto the floor, stepping on it. your dad came and stood by the wall, next to you, lighting a cigarette as you both stood in silence.

“y’know, you embarrassed me today. in many ways.” he said, after a minute.

“sorry, dad.”

“you should be sorry. after your mother died, you took a turn for the worse. imagine her seeing you now.” he scoffed.

the words he just uttered hit you like bullets through skin. you held back the tears brimming in your eyes, blurring your vision.

“what is your problem? if mom saw you now, she wouldnt even recognise you.” you hissed, your voice shaking slightly.

“what did you just say to me?” your dad growled, blowing smoke directly into your face.

you didnt even bother to reply snarkily to him, as you turned on your heel and retreated back into the unfamiliar house you would supposedly call home for the summer. you stormed upstairs, slamming your bedroom door and sobbing as soon as you hit your bed.

A/N: this is just a little introduction to the story! i hope you enjoyed what little there is to actually read 🙏🏻. dw it’ll get much better from here im like itching to write more chapters

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[just-a-random-hobbit]

Miguel O'hara × Italian!spider!reader hcs

Idk don't ask, I was in the mood for writing smth w a lot of self insert SO

Here we go

It's gonna be messy sooooo sorry not sorry

! Yes, I'm studying Spanish at school, but I'm kinda an ass w it. Sorry for the mistakes !

Since you entered the spider society you only spoke English, but sometimes some Italian words slipped

Same thing happened w Miguel and a lot of times you heard him speaking w himself in Spanish

Next thing you know is that with Miguel you talk in Italian and he talks in Spanish with you, except for a few words yow two can understand each other

An example?

"MIG, TI HO PORTATO IL RAPPORTO SULL'ULTIMA MISSIONE"

"MIG, I GOT YOU THE REPORT ABT LAST MISSION"

"Mh bueno, dámelo"

"Mh good, give it to me"

"VA BENE MA DOVE CAZZO SEI?"

"ALRIGHT BUT WHERE TF ARE YOU?"

"¿PRQUE COÑO GRITAS? ESTOY AQUÍ, ¿DONDE PIENSES QUE ESTOY?"

"WHY TF R U SHOUTING?, I'M HERE, WHERE DO YOU THINK I AM?"

Lovely

Once you brought him some 'nduja (idk maybe you're from Calabria or went there for the holidays) and he loves that, I just know that he does, you can't say otherwise

If you like football you'd watch some matches w him and talk abt them for a few days

I also just know that you two talk shit abt Americans or people in general who cook an abomination and call it "Mexican food" or "Italian food"

Spices vs herbs, an endless war in the kitchen

Sometimes false friend words kick in and the conversation is hilarious

"Mmh ayer he comido unas gambas riquisimas"

"Mmh yesterday I have some delicious shrimps"

* disgusted * "tu cosa?"

"You what?"

(Gambas in Spanish means shrimp, in Italian it means leg) (omg idk if this is a word used in Spain and not in Latino America hold on a sec) (ok in Mexico it's camarón, can we pretend for a sec that it's also used gamba?) (It's not bc I don't have a lot of dialogue ideas, ofc not...)

"¿Me traes aquél vaso porfavor?"

"Can you hand me that glass please?"

* confused * "oook?" * hand him the flower vase *

(Vaso in Spanish means glass, in Italian it means flower vase)

(Ik these situations are really clichés but I still find them cute and funny)

You are siesta/pennichella mates

Now imgine if you get closer and closer w Miguel and invite him over for the Sunday lunch, (probably since you are a spiderperson you don't have a lot of relatives anymore, BUT LET'S IMAGINE THAT AT LEAST GRANDMA IT'S STILL WITH US)

Like- how cute it would be, w grandma saying to this beast of a man: "ma stai sciupato, mangia ancora qualcosa" ("you are so thin, eat some more") and he just keeps eating what she gives him bc he can't say no.

I also think that he's not really used to big family reunions, I read a few comics but I didn't catch any hint of a big family tree, so maybe he'd be kinda disoriented if you have a really big family.

For all my northern lovelies (me included) he's gonna be surprised when he sees that we aren't the italian bubbly and cheerful stereotype, but kinda cold and grumpy.

Another thing for the northeners: he's gonna bitch abt the time we usually have lunch and dinner. Lunch at 12/13 and dinner at 19/20???? You must be joking (Yes, the average northener eats early, obviously it depends on the family. In my experience and the ones of my friends these are the usual eating times)

If you still go to school and (like me) go to school also on Saturday: he's shocked. That's it. Just shocked that you have only one day to rest. But this helps to remind him that taking breaks it's important, so you two hopefully spend some time relaxing together, taking a break from school and being spoderman/spiderwoman.

Again, for people who go to school: he listens to your meltdowns. Even if he's from the future and from another country he understands that the school system stopped evolution in the mid 20th century and it fucking sucks.

If you struggle with subjects like chemistry or science he's more than glad to help you

If you go to a liceo he kinda sees himself in you and your experience, so with lots of subject to study and standars super high

If you have Spanish as a second foreign language at school he's definitely going to help you. YOU HEARD ME? YOU AIN'T GOING ANYWHERE UNTILL YOU LEARNED PERFECTLY TODOS LOS IRREGULARES DEL SUBJUNTIVO!!!!! (I really need his help)

If you go to a professional/technical (idk how to translate themmmm) institute with subjects in the field of engineering and computers he's gonna help you if you need help, giving you some tips and extra informations so that you can be the best of your class.

Let's say that you live in Milan: there aren't a lot of skyscrapers, but there are still some buildings on which you can swing decently. Same thing goes for most of the big cities

Now let's say that you live in a small town, in the middle of the countryside, where the tallest building is the bell tower of the church: "how the fuck do you swing and jump and- do litterally all the spiderthings?" And you just show him that you attach you webs on the top of the nearest strong tree or house. He's just like:

Hhhhhh WHAT SHOULD I ADDDD

IDFKKKKK

Bye

Edit: ok got 3 more hcs

The idea of always having a sweet breakfast was kinda weird to him, and didn't really got used to it really fast. But with some time he found the combinations that he preferred: espresso and gocciole

He's team gocciole

He's also team lemon estathé

[david-goldrock]

oh also, could you translate this?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7NVr4XKWLc

One of my FAVORITES by jimbo jay! though I think the original performance at the poetry slam was better.

I think translating Jimbo does a disservice to his craft, for his hebrew skills are INSANE, but Imma try

Here's the center

Two sons were to Tel Aviv The first - the Ayalon stream. Ayalon was a good kid His brother - the Yarkon river, didn't really go with the flow It gathered most of the attention In the Yarkon, the river banks to filth, the girls to suitcases, the bridges - to become ruins To Tel Aviv water reached the soul (hebrew expression: it had become insufferable) It gave up on the Yarkon and told Ayalon "So that you won't end up like your brother, at yours traffic will flow" And Ayalon, as fits a good kid Turned from a stream to a way (Ayalon became one of the most major roads in Israel) And since then, it had been ordained that he must carry (also claim) from south to north Here's the center

This is the city that had bequeathed defeat to her streams and ran screaming ever since (sounds like the verb for of "stream". Stream: "Nachal", bequeathed: "Hinchila") Come to here, here is the center

We'll return to Ayalon From the south, to the central station you go down in Kibutz Galuyot (diasporas kibbutz, name of a station) in sorrow hellwards (hebrew expression: to go down in sorrow hellwards: to cause someone much sorrow, such that they may die from it) To the diaspora, the service, the taxis So there they hang on calling the central: "the new" At most - the less old Central? at most a darn station By the way, only in Galuyot you go down In the Shalom and La Guardiya you go out Go out to the "London Ministore" the "Mikes Place" the "Breakfast" To english, to tourists and mainly go out to the (Dizengoff) Center Center There also is a center And we are not in the central anymore, right, we switched to english But we northened and the middle hadn't moved If we'd northern more we won't go down and won't go out We'll go up to Arlozorov To the stock exchange, the Paz Only to discover that to the Savidor train, there they call it the center train We'll try in Rokach as well, the center of the fairs The center is also in Rokach from the necessity of the circumstances (in hebrew: Korach) To northern, to southern, and always to center Tel Aviv, tell me, isn't it easier to confess?

This is the city that had bequeathed defeat to her streams and ran screaming ever since (sounds like the verb for of "stream". Stream: "Nachal", bequeathed: "Hinchila") Come to here, here is the center

But not really a center, not really A distortion of nature Open a map and see that the center of the country is much closer to Be'er Sheva But people believe because Tel Aviv says enough times and with enough faith Until the weatherman, who has a map opened in front of him, calls the north of the Negev the south of the country So why are people surprised when Ayalon floods paths when the winter hits the Shfela Ayalon says "mom, I'm a stream" The traffic jams and the air pollution is a curse of the city that had bequeathed defeat to her streams and ran screaming ever since come to here, here is good, here, here is the center

Two sons were to Tel Aviv The first, The Yarkon stream, wasn't like everyone, didn't go with the flow The second, the Ayalon stream, was just a good kid The first drew most of the attention In the Yarkon, the river banks to filth, the girls to suitcases, the bridges - to become ruins Tel Aviv was disappointed in the Yarkon for not going on the road, so it told Ayalon, you will go with the central flow Water reached the soul, at yours, the traffic will flow (hebrew expression: it had become insufferable) And such, at the heart of Tel Aviv, against its will a stream turned to a road And since then, it had been ordained for Ayalon to carry (also claim) from south to north Here's the center

From the south, the central station Those who go down in Ayalon in Kibutz Galuyot (diasporas kibbutz, name of a station) go down in sorrow hellwards (hebrew expression: to go down in sorrow hellwards: to cause someone much sorrow, such that they may die from it) To the diaspora, the service, the taxis So there they hang on calling the central: "the new" At most - the less old Central? at most a darn station By the way, only in Galuyot you go down In the Shalom and La Guardiya you go out Go out to the "London Ministore" the "Mikes Place" the "Breakfast" To english, to tourists and mainly to the (Dizengoff) Center Yes, center There also, suddenly a center Not in the central anymore, and right, in english But we northened and the middle hadn't moved If we'd northern more we won't go down and won't go out We'll go up in Arlozorov To the stock exchange, the Paz Only to discover that to the Savidor train, they called the center train So we'll try in Rokach, the center of the fairs The center is also in Rokach from the necessity of the circumstances (in hebrew: Korach) To northern, to southern, and always to center Tel Aviv, tell me, isn't it easier to confess that not really a center?

A distortion of nature Open a map, the center of the country is 100 kilometers from here - Be'er Sheva But people believe because Tel Aviv But people believe because Tel Aviv says enough times and with enough faith Until the weatherman, who has a map opened in front of him, calls the north of the Negev the south of the country So why are people surprised when Ayalon floods paths when the winter hits the Shfela As if it says "I'm a stream" The traffic jams and the air pollution is a curse of the city that had bequeathed defeat to her streams and ran screaming ever since Here, like everyone, here is good, here, here is the center (sounds like the verb for of "stream". Stream: "Nachal", bequeathed: "Hinchila")

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Zuko is more likely to help people than Aang who just goofs off

Zuko: Invading villiags in season 1/ Zuko stealing Song Ostrish Horse in season 2/ stealing from earth kingdom citziens in season 2 not just food but stuff they didn't acutally need. litterly stealing from people his country is oppressing. Helps one family in season 2 because the kid got kidnapped pulling the knife out he gave to him so its really the least he can do.

Aang meanwhile: Saves Katara villiage from ZUKO/ Helps Katara save Haru/the Earth kingdom prisoners/ Saves a town from spirit thats attacking them/ saves an air temple from being invaded by the fire nation/ saves the northen water tribe from the fire nation. Brings laughter and joy to fire nation children/ Helps katara destroy a factory polluting a fire nation village.

Yet it doesn't count because he stumbles onto them . I get this person being upset at their hc being Crit sized as itwas just zuko/katara travel thats fine. it really is. . theres nothing wrong with it.. Id wouldn't care if it didnt add and aang is a goofy kid who didnt help people outside of just being put in a situation and its just job. theres no need to pretend Aang isn't a good kid and Zuko was some saint in canon. he didn't have a redemption arc for his crappy actions to never have existed. he took ove the earth kingdom with azula..most of the time he was thinking of himsel first and thats fine really it was a character flaw. .. zuko is allowed flaws.. besdies why is aang being goofy bad but zuko being goofy awkward turtleduck considered the right way to view zuko ? im tired of this fandom acting like aang being a kid=bad character.

PREACH!

[dreamerfms]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { kai finnegan } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { he } is ? they kind of look like { alex fitzalan } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { 28 } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { twelve years }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { jess mariano } from { gilmore girls }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { - } as a { arcade attendant/musician }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { the sombre soul } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { unpredictable } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { creative } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { three room } apartment beside me over in { sunny shores }.

full name : kai finnegan birthplace : portstewart, northen ireland date of birth : 05 / 07 / 1997 parentage : john finnegan & aofie finnegan ( estranged ) sibling(s) : twin, maeve finnegan occupation : arcade attendant. guitarist/singer/songwriter relationship status : single gender identity : cis male ( he/him ) sexual orientation : pansexual faceclaim : alex fitzalan

BACKGROUND

tw: cheating, teen pregnancy, homophobia & public outing, anxiety & depression.

kai and maeve were born to two teen parents barley turned sixteen themselves. while still so young they both decided to keep their children and start a life together. for many years that life was happy despite many struggles. as a young boy, all kai knew was that his parents were content and happy. it seemed like nothing could burst their family dynamic.

john was a photographer, quickly gaining notoriety for his work in fashion. a lot of kai's spare days would be spent on sets with his father, and while he showed an interest in photography himself, his main passions lay in music and writing. always had a way with words ... so long as they were being written down and not spoken.

aofie was a stay at home mother until the twins started high school, at this point she got a job at the local council office as a receptionist. whilst working here she began to realize how bored she'd been, and when on of her male colleagues began to get to know her, things would take a turn the rest of the family would never see coming.

aofie would embark on a year-long affair which would eventually lead her to leave her husband and move out of this family home. this caused total devastation, trust shattered and bonds broken. seeing how heartbroken his father was, kai could no longer stand to look at his mother and soon all communication was cut. the worst part being that she never really fought to stay in their lives.

when kai turned fifteen his father would be offered a job in a whole other country. kai was hesitant to leave, enjoyed his quiet little life by the beach and the friends he had. but feeling like it may bring his father some new happiness, he reluctantly agreed.

fifteen and starting a new school in a country he'd never been to before, kai struggled, thankful to at least have his sister by his side. but friends were difficult to make for a boy who preferred his own company most of the time. who was rarely ever seen without a pair of headphones over his ears. but one friend came, a boy named jj. but this friendship would bring him two things: his first taste of love, and his second dose of heartbreak.

the closer the two boys became, the more it became clear that there was more there than just friendship. eventually they became an item. a secret one. jj's father an important figure in town with a lot of unkind opinions- he wouldn't be happy to discover his son was gay. and so they hid it well, until someone caught wind of what was going on. the truth being out there should have been a relief, but instead it was hell.

not only was his own sexuality outed before he even had the time to process it, but jj turned his back. betrayed him in ways he isn't sure he'll ever get over. instead of dealing with it together, jj told everyone that kai had come onto him, pressured him into things. this lie made the last few years of high school a living nightmare, with kai being shunned due to jj's popularity even if many didn't believe the stories he'd spun.

the only outlet he had was music and writing, and still to this day they're what he clings to most. but the things he's been through have made him extremely avoidant.

FACTS

always has headphones on, or hanging around his neck. he can appear very rude at times because if he doesn't like the way a conversation is going ( or more likely bc he's anxious ) he will put them on and turn his music up, ignoring you entirely.

he loves the beach. whilst it's vastly different from the one back home, it still makes him feel very connected. it's for sure his favourite place to clear his head.

he's in an alt rock band ( name tbd )

is sadly very prone to anxiety and bouts of depression.

he's very self-sabotaging without really meaning to be.

more tba.

WANTED

a best friend - preferably someone slightly opposite, who can bring him out of his shell and drag him along to things. roommates ( 2 ) - genuinely think about mix of personalities could be fun. a more recent ex - he struggles to let people in emotionally so it was probably a shitshow, but the fact he even tried says a lot. past/current hookups / bandmates / friends / someone he butts heads with bc he can be a sarcastic little fuck / idk idk it's late. oh a select few he has been friends with since high school bc i'd love some connections of people who stuck with him despite false rumours.

[jyndor]

been on this site since 2010 in one way or another and I have seen first hand the fucking expulsion of Black people and other people of color from tumblr due to the vile racist harassment they have always gotten from white people and their big followings. people wonder where so much of the large Black tumblr community went and freaks will claim that that was all just russian psyop noise.

and while I am sure there were SOME bots and psyops, my feeling is that a lot of white liberals tell themselves that the whitening and global northening of this website - which has always had a vibrant and diverse user base - over the past several years is not the work of massive amounts of racist harassment and the failure of white moderates to do anything but the usual reflexive hand wringing over semantics and tone and respectability politics, no of course not, it's that the more radical Black bloggers were mostly just russian psyops or their useful idiots, and... I guess so many of the Black fandom bloggers and aesthetic bloggers etc, they just magically decided they didn't have any interest in this site anymore right?

and indigenous bloggers, I've seen them run off here too. and of course I've seen Latine mutuals disappear, and yeah they all must have just randomly decided they'd had enough of tumblr, or they were also psyops and weren't even real people at all.

and now during a GENOCIDE I've seen palestinian bloggers, both IN PALESTINE and the diaspora, harassed into silence. I've seen them get bombarded with the most cruel harassment I have ever seen on this website, and then again the hand wringing of white moderates. and the genocide denial: the orientalist and racist smears and hack jobs and propaganda campaigns, the apologia and obfuscation and when their backs are to the wall, the mask slipping and revealing the enraged colonial vengeance from fascists that defies belief.

palestinians are doing extensive work to vet gofundmes and fundraisers, and they have been for months now. and since I follow palestinians on here I've been aware of their processes for months. and so I've donated and shared them on here, and I've seen gofundme shut very legitimate fundraisers down for whatever bullshit reason, I've seen palestinians IN GAZA have to find a way to reach out to me, just some random us american woman, on fucking tumblr and write in a language that isn't their first and apologize for bothering ME with their fundraiser that they have to have because THEY ARE TRYING TO ESCAPE THE GENOCIDE MY COUNTRY IS RESPONSIBLE FOR.

and you're telling me that some fucking white liberal allies~ are so concerned about the possibility that these palestinians and the palestinian bloggers who have spent countless hours working to get them to safety might be some sort of scam ring??? and then when the palestinian bloggers explain once again to these ~well meaning big blogs~ how they work, and what cultural/language cues these big bloggers are missing because clearly they have no cultural competency and have never met a palestinian ever (or if they have they have never been a safe person for a palestinian to speak freely around) they hem and haw and bring out the fucking "I was just so worried that well meaning people might be tricked into wasting $5 on a tumblr checkmark I mean tumblr premium I mean a billboard for some racist gay slaver pirate show wow how does that keep happening my fingers keep slipping I MEAN on a fundraiser for a family trying to escape genocide, and I would totally love to donate too! (but I haven't and I won't)."

but the damage was done - at least one palestinian blogger WHO BTW LITERALLY IS A SURVIVOR OF THIS GENOCIDE was harassed so much that he might not ever come back to tumblr, but he definitely won't ever be doing the work to vet fundraisers again, something that has a material impact on the ground - but these big bloggers recommend donating to ngos like the red cross which ??? literally palestinians and other peoples in the global south fyi have long asked people not to support over either mutual aid (in the case of gaza atm bc it is hard for aid to even get to aid workers since you know, israel fucking bombed the rafah crossing) or local organizations that are recommended by COMMUNITIES THEMSELVES, NOT BY TUMBLR USER @PATRONIZINGWHITE (that is not a real user fyi).

if I am to believe that the exodus of Black tumblr users from this site was mostly a purging of russian bots and shit, then I could believe that this was a deliberate targeting of palestinian bloggers saving actual people from an actual genocide.

but what I'm inclined to believe is that actually white people have been spoon fed so much anti-palestinian and anti-arab racism, so much orientalist paternalism and colonial white man's burden horseshit, that it was second-nature to assume that palestinians aren't actually thoughtful enough to properly vet people trying to raise tens of thousands of dollars from strangers on the internet. and that's assuming that these white tumblr users aren't more than a bit sympathetic to israel. sike they really do just hate palestinians.

rarely ever, throughout all these years, have I experienced any harassment myself. and it isn't like I don't have a moderately sized following myself, and that I haven't for a long time.

you'll notice a lot of white western bloggers are still here and have been for years. they'll complain about censorship of fanfiction.net and porn blogs and how important ao3 is to protect of queer people like me, and im not even entirely unsympathetic because again i have been here for a long time, but it's crickets when people of color on tumblr have clearly been silenced over the years.

shameful. if something had happened to any of the people with the gfms because their donations slowed down, to me that's collaboration.

here is @/el-shab-hussein's post about this situation. please read it and if you are someone who reblogged something about scam gfms or any sort of support for the misinformation campaign that these racists perpetrated about literal genocide victims, you need to do damage control on that. delete the posts, block the ops and explain the situation to your own followers.

it's inexcusable. and all in the name of preventing the spread of misinformation.

vetted Google doc: please go through it and understand that of course there is a marginal risk, it is MARGINAL.

[canonsinthehead]

What Ethnicity/Race are Naruto Characters?

Naruto: 25% Japanese, 75% White (Born and raised in USA)

Sasuke: Japanese

Sakura: Japanese or East European or Both

Kakashi: Japanese

Shikamaru: Japanese

Choji : Mongolian

Ino: Northen European (probably Swedish)

Asuma: Japanese Mixed Islander

Shino: German

Hinata: Japanese-Chinese

Kiba: Mexican

Kurenai: Spanish or Greek

Gaaara: Syrian

Temari: Lebanese

Kankuro : Moroccan

Baki: Egyptian

Tsunade: Russian

Jiraya: Japanese

Orochimaru: snake

Pain/Yahiko: Irish

Konan : French

Nagato: Japanese

Kakuzu : Jamaican

Hidan : Dutch

Itachi: Japanese

Kisame: Blasian (Japanese/Caribbean)

Sasori : idk yet

Deidara: German

Zetsu : Groot

Zabuza: Japanese-Latino (I chose Dominican Republic but It can be another country)

Haku : Japanese

Juuzo Biwa: Dominican (same as Zabuza)

All Uchiha clan: Japanese

Shisui uchiha: Rumored to be half breed, hence the negative disposition have against him. Blood mixing is forbidden in the Uchiha clan so not being pure blooded or even being a bastard is extremely frown upon. Shisui swears he is a whole Uchiha but many ignores his words and bring up this especially when questioning the nature of his abilities. He stopped fighting the accusations, it’s a joke to him at this point.

Hyuuga clan: Japanese-Chinese

Senju clan: Japanese

Kushina: Irish

Minato : Japanese

Kabuto : English

Yamato: Japanese

A, Killer Bee, Karui, Omoi, Darui : Black American

Shi/C: Korean

Raikage’s Assistant: Black biracial (like Doja Cat)

Samui (Fergie): American

Suigetsu: English (blasting that UK drill rap)

Karin: West European (idk from where)

Juugo: Japanese-American

Kimimaro : Korean

Danzo : Japanese

Sai : Japanese

Hiruzen: Japanese

Kawaki: Brazilian

Iwabe: Puerto Rican

Shizuma Hoshigaki: Japanese , 25% Caribbean

Fuu : Mexican

Utakata : Korean

(One Piece next...)