#oxi day

[uss-edsall]

At 3 a.m. on the morning of October 28th, 1940, Emanuele Grazzi, the Italian ambassador to Greece, delivered an ultimatum from Benito Mussolini to Prime Minister Ioannis Metaxas. Il Duce demanded that Metaxas allow the Italian army free passage to enter and occupy strategic sites in Greece unopposed. Faced with this demand, Metaxas delivered an unequivocal response in French, the diplomatic language of the day, “Alors, c’est la guerre.” This brief phrase, “Then, it is war,” was quickly transmuted into the laconic “Oxi,” the Greek for no, by the citizens of Athens. At 5:30 a.m., before the ultimatum had even expired, the Italian army poured over the Greek-Albanian border into the mountainous Pindos region of Northern Greece. There they met fierce and unexpected resistance.

Within six months, Ioannis Metaxas would be dead; his successor, Alexandros Koryzis would commit suicide; Mussolini would be humiliated; and the Germans would raise the swastika over the Acropolis.

[alatismeni-theitsa]

This is the story of how a small nation played a decisive role in the Axis Powers' defeat.

The Greek victory against the Italians was the first official victory against the Axis,. It shattered the myth of the invincibility of the Axis, as mentioned in the video.

When Greece said No, the entire European continent was under the Axis control and London was getting bombed by the Luftwaffe. The USA were not yet in the war, and the USSR had agreed with the Nazis to invade Poland. Greece was fighting alone.

Greece was exhausted from continuous wars since 1897, and yet it was the only country in WW2 that fought at the same time with four enemies (Germany, Italy, Bulgaria, and Albania).

This small nation had only two tanks and practically no airforce.

Mussolini thought conquering Greece was a matter of days.

However, the Greek army delayed the German invasion of the USSR for about 2 months. By then, winter in the USSR had settled for good, which played a major role in the defeat of the Germans.

Everyone fought because they knew the country was doomed if the Axis forces won. Women climbed the mountains (Pindos) on foot into the snow to bring food, blankets and ammunition, and, afterwards, brought the wounded soldiers back down. The resilience of Greek women was commemorated in songs, as well as the bravery of fighters on the Pindos mountains.

Let us also salute the brave British, New Zealander, and Australian people who fought with the Greek troops and died for Greece in both the mainland and Crete. It's scary to thing what Europe would be today had the Axis Powers won. You're all heroes.

[eleni-cherie]

"Oxi Day" is always a great reminder that greek prime ministers / politicians used to actually have a spine and courage back in the day, contrary to the idiots running the show the past 40 years.

and what people don't realise is, if Metaxas didn't say "No" (actually "then, this is war") to Italy when they demanded for him to let them envade Greece and if greeks didn't push Italians all the way back to Albania, forcing Hitler to come rescue Italy's ass, he wouldn't have had to postpone his attack on the soviets & might've succeeded invading the UdSSR, changing the whole outcome of World War 2.

like, you're welcome world 🙃 and how do y'all thank us? by appropriating our mythology & being buddies w the nation who enslaved us for 400 years. not to forget fcking USA and whoever else mingling in our politics and enabling these clowns who ruin the country for 40 years now.

[cypr24]

Polacy na paradzie Όχι

[threepoint14art]

FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS A MAGGIE <3 <3 <3 <3

por cierto nuestro maggie usa pronombres masculinos <3

[toxintouch]

apéritif - an alcoholic beverage usually served before a meal to stimulate the appetite, it is usually dry or acidic rather than sweet. The word comes from the Latin aperire, "to open". ✦Vere x Oracle MC. ("They" Pronouns, no other identifiers used.) A little spice, but nothing above a T Rating. Other warnings? Joyful overuse of dashes & en-dashes. ✧𓁺 What, pray tell, can an Oracle offer a god? <- Previous: Deicide (both can be read completely separate) ✦Read on AO3

VERE: Apéritif

The alleyways are eerily silent. Absent is the telltale shuffling of human gangs awaiting unknowing stragglers, the skittering of Soulless and the fluttering whispers of many still worse horrors. All silent — silenced.  Quieted by the apex predator.  Such lower beings are easily subdued, hunger and greed and blood lust waylaid by want of self preservation.  Only the sound of their own breathing singing off the stone walls greets them as they tear down Eridia’s winding streets.

Their feet ache with every bound and twist, tendons protesting each abrupt turn, each sudden swerve.  Their survival hinges on their ability to remain unpredictable: their ability to foresee and adapt.  Their foe is faster, stronger.  He knows every inch of the city.  Their only chance is to anticipate him, steal seconds from the future and hope that mere seconds are enough.

Their mind swims, vision a blur of colors and noise – not just from lack of oxygen but from the strain of forcing their powers to the limit.  Tracing the hum of danger: barely visible, shadow-fast, oppressive—

The world spins and slows.  They hold tight to their adrenaline, fighting to stay just one step–only half a step, now–ahead.  They struggle harder; fight to pinpoint the immediate threat instead of finding themself lost in the tide of beating hearts and ticking clocks,  a single drop of water hitting the surface of a vast expanse of red...  Fluttering feathers and a sound too acerbic and pervasive to be music, a single solitary note: screeching, sorrowful and

Hot breath at the nape of their neck;

 a salivating, gaping maw.

They gasp, breath fleeing their hollow chest.  It echoes back to them, bouncing unnaturally off the wide streets of the Amaryllis District like a taunt.  They’re too open, they realize – exposed.  A scurrying prey animal, small thing that he gazes upon from—

They turn down the length of an alleyway lined in red lanterns and they feel him looming closer, stalking the spaces in between flickers of lamplight.

His eyes, glowing–from the right–an imprint of a future they can find behind their eyelids.

So they turn left, shadows passing over them as they fit into the narrow space between two buildings.  It’s a risk, but it’s all they have left.

The cramped space is more an alcove than a passageway, but they can feel—if not see—an exit.  

They force their breath down their throat, inching quietly, feeling along the walls with bandaged hands, grounding themself to this place and time, asking the city to open its hidden doors for them.

Five more steps and they find themselves deposited at an impasse.

The alcove widens into a four way split.  North, south, east and west.

They freeze, rabbit hearted.  Their shoes stutter an awful protest as they jerk towards one direction, then the other, searching through possibilities in their mind.  Each path is screaming danger–no viable future–no possible escape–  

But they were so certain, they know they felt…

Too late.

Too long spent debating, making an unwinnable choice, pursuing once last empty gamble.

The shadows flicker and blur, dancing and boiling.  The deafening silence is severed, sliced through by fiendish fox laughter.  Animal cackling juxtaposed against their panting breaths, a discordant melody.

Adrenaline rushes them, hot in their bloodstream, beckoning their feet forwards for one last sprint.

He's on them all at once.

Vicious.  All teeth and heat and bite, devouring their air and their struggle in one fell swoop.  He swallows their gasping breath, tongue scalding against their night chilled lips as he chases the remnants of a scream.

His body is between their knees, arms around the back of their thighs, claws digging into supple flesh, lifting them.  Their back meets the wall as he presses them into it, his dangerous mouth descending.

It’s like being consumed.  Heat and haze and ravenous gluttony.  Each kiss bleeds into the next, teeth at their throat when they have to catch their breath, searing marks into their skin—a deliberately bestowed collar, something to match his own.   Clever lips—clever tongue.

The adrenaline in their blood twists, dips lower and settles in their core.  Their lips part around a pitchy, desperate little noise that makes him chuckle.

They laugh back, arching their back to luxuriate in the feeling of him thrumming against them like a second pulse.  There’s hedonism and revelry in this game of theirs—a dizzying concoction that mixes with the instinctual fear.  Kerosene pouring down their throat, stoking the flames of some heretofore hidden appetite.

He swallows their screams and their laughter the same.  Ravenous.  Savoring.  

A little blood, a little death.  Satisfaction for an instinct they can’t quite find the flavor of.

"Hmmm, you certainly are much more fun to chase these days."  He hums.  It's as close to a genuine compliment as they've come to expect from Vere.  “You work on that stamina a little more and you might even start to satisfy me.”  They huff, hands scrabbling at the wall for leverage – leverage; the word presses itself into their mind, insistent – and he watches them with eyes narrowed in amusement as they wrap their calves around his body and sink their teeth into his lip.

Repayment in kind.

(They wonder if it will be enough.)

[sluttery-withoutshame]

Eric, I hope somehow the universe will tell you how much I love you.

Enough love to do this.

(Apologies, I didn’t realise when I took the photo I was flashing some side boob, Eric Singer-style. I was too busy focusing on the tattoo!)

Fuck, it hurt. I hope he fucking appreciates what I just went through!

[problematicsashawaybright]

Me when I wake up to my wisdom teeth hurting so badly that my gums are throbbing with my heartbeat with obvious visible swelling on both sides of my face and my mouth has been bleeding on and off for a week and then while I'm in the shower waiting for my Advil to kick in and hoping the hot water and steam will help, I get a voicemail from my dentist's office (who I'm supposed to see TODAY) saying they messed up the dentist's hours this week and he'll be gone before my appointment starts and I need to reschedule, so now I just have to go to class with my mouth slightly open all day because it hurts too bad to close my jaw

[boneheadboner]

Red: I am NOT FUCKEN GAY. Baggs: He's terribly in the closet. Red: I like WOMEN. Baggs: He's taken by those with empathy and intellect that he mistakenly feels he lacks. Red: I likes me a pair of BOOBIES. Baggs: ... You spent two hours screaming in joy over mine. Red: EY!!! Thems was some NICE FUCKEN TITTIES. I didn't even know ya could DO that. Baggs: Mmm hmmm...

[10hourshift]

Day 5: polyship

Love these sillies

This is basically what's going on

Some extra details

Oxy is always trying to look cool for Deuz (in the way little boys try to show off how fast they run to impress their crush), and doing stuff for him. Deuz has noticed but still can't figure out why he does all of this*

Deuz and Maggie have been friends even before the other two joined them. They're the two friends that survive a lot of friend groups breakups. And because of this, they have been a support for each other in different ways**

Oxy and Maggie became friends since the first day of school, ever since they have been growing closer and closer

*Deuz has a bunch of stuff going on in his life, and also has a "normal" amount of self image issues to be worrying about who likes him or not

*Maggie is trans

A version without bg bc i messed up but still looks cool ig

[lobotomy-lady]

stoners (in legal areas) & alcoholics are so privileged among addicts it's such bullshit government favoritism I should be able to go to the store & purchase opanas as easily as I could buy whiskey or weed. I hate you

[alatismeni-theitsa]

Armenians marching on Oxi Day! 🇦🇲🇬🇷

[cypr24]

28 października - Święto Όχι

Dziś jedno z dwóch najważniejszych świąt Grecji, obchodzony także na Cyprze - dzień Όχι. Więcej na:

Jutro jedno z dwóch najważniejszych świąt Grecji, obchodzony także na Cyprze – dzień Όχι Dziś 84. rocznica pamiętnych wydarzeń “Wczesnym rankiem 28 października 1940 roku około godziny 3, tuż po zakończeniu wystawnego bankietu, który odbywał się niemieckiej ambasadzie, Emanuele Grazzi, przedstawiciel Mussoliniego, udał się do domu Joanisa Metaksasa, ówczesnego Premiera Grecji. Włoski ambasador…

[queerlycarter]

ik my dad was simply following instructions and doing his due diligence BUT he did come home from picking up my meds and passed on the pharmacist's instructions

and said they really emphasized ONLY AS NEEDED for the oxycodone & it came with a packet to dissolve leftover pills

and i was immediately like oh don't worry i am taking as little of this shit as i can get away with so that i have a little stockpile for my next flare. im not giving this shit to ANYONE

[oxygen-stealer]

Just got back from Sinners (2025). Michael B. Jordan do you still have those grillz please please please can I HAVE them

[boneheadboner]

Dirge: Doctormannnn. Come come, come watch Shrek 2 with Dirge. Are good movie, best movie. Cin-eh-mattic masterpiece.

Baggs: Dirge, I appreciate your offer. But I'm quite busy with my work. So sadly I must decline.

Dirge: .... WHAT?????

Baggs: Yes, I'm currently researching--

Dirge: BLASPHEMY!! NO SUCH THING AS "TOO BUSY FOR SHREK 2". Shrek are love, Shrek are LIFE.

Baggs: Hmmm... Perhaps in five hours, I'll entertain your--

Dirge: [Casually throws Baggs over his shoulder in a fireman's carry] Doctorman need BREAK. Doctorman need research REAL art. Baggs: E-EXCUSE ME? Can you NOT handle me like I'm some sack of potatoes?!

Dirge: Potatoes are deliciousmus, but... Too bads, so sads. Doctorman gonn LEARN the true masterpiece of Shrek 2. It are wonderfulmus, and must experience it.

Baggs: Can-- Can I at least save my bloody spreadsheet!?

Dirge: nnnnnnnnnnup. Shrek 2, nows. Dirge have many snackies that are deliciousmus, Doctorman will have GOOD time.

Baggs: [EXASPERATED SIGH]