#poor setaria

[randomnumbers751650]

Lumine is truly gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss

[liliapocalypse]

i firmly believe that it’s cyno who told candace to put rice in the pillows they use to pillow fight on dehya’s birthday. poor setaria and dunyarzad lmao

adding that he probably thinks this way because of course his sleepovers with tighnari, kaveh, and alhaitham have to be competitive. of course they are.

[silkjade]

maybe we're a forest fire

Featuring��� alhaitham x reader ⤀ warnings: gn!reader, hurt/comfort fic, reader has a pyro vision, slightly suggestive at the end if you squint ⤀ summary: when a love divination claims your relationship is doomed to fail, alhaitham is there to soothe your overthinking | w.c. 1k+ ⤀ a/n: alhaitham strikes me as someone who's intelligent but doesn't overthink, so as an overthinker, this is a bit self indulgent

“You’re overthinking things again,” al-haitham states matter of factly. He continues to read despite the soft thudding of your footsteps as you pace the room.

“I’m not.” You argue, stopping in your tracks. “It makes sense. I just think… what if we…” your words trail off as you hesitate, biting your lip, wondering if you should continue your train of thought. 

“...what if we… end things now. Before things get worse…” you falter, wringing your hands, your voice as small as you feel under the watchful eyes of the heavens. Al-haitham’s shoulders visibly stiffen, pausing for just a moment to look up from his book, before slamming it shut in his hand.

“And where’s all this coming from?” he inquires, a quizzical brow arched in skepticism. Your boyfriend leans back in his seat, arms crossed, waiting for an explanation; you weren’t one to make rash decisions like this.

“Where’s this coming from… al-haitham were you even listening to me?” you throw your hands up in frustration and continue pacing the room. The two of you had taken a stroll this afternoon through sumeru city and you had thought it a good idea to have your fortunes read; your colleague at the akademiya, setaria, had sworn by nabiya and the accuracy of her readings, claiming that this relationship you had with the scribe should undergo the young fortune teller’s divination before proceeding foward: “Lest you waste your time on a doomed love prospect,” your friend had warned. Besides, it wasn’t that you necessarily believed in divination, but it didn’t hurt to have a little bit of fun… right? How wrong you were.

As you once again begin to pace to and fro, you miss the way al-haitham rolls his eyes from across you. “Don’t tell me this is all because of what that fortune teller said. You know they’re almost never accurate right? And you’re telling me you want to end things because… her cats recommended it?” Nabiya had read that your relationship would burn up, like a dying star, that it’d be better to save the trouble before everything went up in flames.

“No,” you continue, ignoring him, “she said the gods spoke through her. But anyways, I’ve been thinking ever since and I mean… just looking at our visions should be proof enough that maybe we shouldn’t be together at all.” 

“And pray tell, what do our visions have to do with our relationship? If anything, I’d say it’s a good omen that our elements react so well together.” Ever the rational insight. Usually, al-haitham quite enjoyed listening to your theories, but this was getting absurd, making him wonder if perhaps, there was more troubling you beneath the surface than you let on. Because even he couldn’t predict the tangent you were about to go on when your pyro and his dendro vision worked wonders together, especially when encountering enemies during your investigations in the forest and beyond. 

“Yes, they do react well don’t they,” you chuckle, cynical. “Burning. In our forest nation.”

“Well actually only half forest,” he interjects, as a poor attempt at lightening the mood. In his quiet observation, al-haitham hears the slight shift in your tone, hears you struggling to choke back your true feelings in your tirade. And yet the more you processed your own reasoning, the more it made sense. Your lover is rational if nothing else, so he’s sure to see your point. The nails of your clenched fists dig into the flesh of your palms, your heart starts beating faster, the voices of a hundred different thoughts swirling in your head. Here in the knowledge driven nation of sumeru, it was a rare occasion that the head would agree with the heart, so when it came down to it, most chose to follow their head. You were no exception.

“Al-haitham I’m being serious.” As if your large, pleading eyes weren’t already enough to break his cool persona, your next words do. You turn around, unable to face him as you begin to speak.

“Pyro is destructive. When it spreads, it burns everything in its path, and what if I burn you. Maybe not literally but I’m sure you know the sages aren’t exactly happy their scribe is getting distracted lately. And the grand sage is rtawahist— he’s bound to connect the dots and say the same… I don’t want to be a liability to you al-haitham, or cost you-” 

Ah. There it was. Dating the infamous grand scribe had thrown both you and your relationship into the public eye, and the scrutiny of the akademiya itself was no exception. You felt the air escape from your lungs before you could continue any further. Al-haitham had all but jumped out of his seat, tackling your person and enveloping you from behind, in a rare embrace.

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay. We’re going to be okay,” he murmurs, “having a pyro vision doesn’t make you the fire itself. And the sages have no say in my personal life, so even if you do ever burn me, well, forests need fire to renew and regrow.” He turns your body around to face him, fingers lifting up your chin so he could look into your eyes.

“I don’t care about any sort of destiny the gods or stars want to show me. I-”

“-plan to discredit the entire rtawahist darshan?” Al-haitham ignores your interruption and continues,

“And? I’d go against celestia as well if they think the element of our visions is enough of a reason to seperate us. You know I’m no zealot.” When the only response he gets from you is the fact that you shift your eyes away from his, he opts to pull you into himself, a hand on your back, the other behind your head. At this proximity, you’re able to pick up the steady sounds of his heartbeat. It was calming; it settled the rapid pace of your own heart to match his. Slowly, you bring your arms to wrap around his waist and press a soft smile into his chiseled chest.

“I fight for what I believe in, and I believe in us. It’s going to take more than just some fortune teller to change my mind, so let’s not discuss this anymore… unless you’d like other ways to keep your thoughts at bay?”

“You know… despite the robot allegations, you’re actually quite romantic,” you tease, looking up. 

“And you’re strangely impulsive for an overthinker.”

“...shut up.”

© silkjade — do not steal, plagiarize, translate or repost any content onto any other platform

[induloveslife]

I have been busy for the past few months juggling between college, research work and internships. I definitely did not want to miss blogging about this particular journey. If you don’t already know, I am a law student at Tamil Nadu National Law School (TNNLS). My key-coursework at law school includes sociology and research tools among others. I had to do a non-doctrinal research for the sociology course and so I did a research on the Paliyan tribes of Sirumalai hills along with two other members. The research proposal and questionnaire being framed, we set our one day trip to the tribal settlements sometime around the beginning of the month of April.

Sirumalai is an isolated hilly area, situated in the eastern side of Western Ghats between 10° 21′ 46″ N Latitude and 77° 39′ 50″ E longitude. The primary areas of research were Pachalur, Kadaisiparai, and Kadaisikadu; they are located in the North Pachalur hill of Oddanchatram ranges. Pachalur is a village in Kodaikanal block. Pachalur hills are surrounded by Palani towards the West, Kodaikanal towards the South, Thoppampatti towards the North, and Reddiyarchatram towards the East. The vegetation of our study area has been classified as Dry mixed deciduous forests to Montane wet temperate forests. The southern region of montane wet temperate forests is commonly known as ‘shola’ and ‘grassland’ vegetation and exhibits rich biodiversity. The basic water requirements of the people in Pachalur hill are met through the Parapalaaru dam. The forests have been categorized as reserved and are home to a range of exotic species of flora and fauna. Our study area has road access only through one route namely, Oddanchatram. The Paliyan settlements are accessible only through Oddanchatram-Pachalur road, which is connected to a series of towns that include Kosavapatti, Palkadi, and Kurinji Nagar. This route also crosses Parapalaaru dam and the Mariyamman temple that the Paliyans of the selected Panchayat Unions worship. Many streams that cut through the Oddanchatram ranges act as a perennial source of water for the tribal settlements. However, there are regular buses from the nearest towns of Oddanchatram, Periyakulam, and Periyur.

In the slope of the hills, Paliyans live in permanent huts that can be categorized as kutcha with thatched roofs. The thatched roofs are mostly made of grasses (Themeda cymbaria), bamboo reeds or aluminums sheets. Their settlements are called as ‘kudi’. The houses are mostly single roomed and follow a rectangular floor plan. Each house also enjoys a spatial veranda. Before the 1960s, Paliyan families lived in cave like structures, between two huge rocks. There has been considerable change since then; 7 out of 12 houses in Pachalur and Kadaisikadu Panchayat unions were built by Indian National Congress (INC). Rest of the houses were built by Christian missionaries, 20 years back.

All families engage in similar kind of work throughout the year. Most respondents above the age of 40 were in some form engaged in the making of herbal medicines. They are employed in the coffee, Amla, and other plantations that belong to the dominant castes namely, the Gounders, Chettiars and Nadars. Paliyans have a meagre way of existence. They are mostly non-vegetarians. They organize and enjoy hunting games to feast on deer, boar and squirrels. Yam, Tapioca and several species of Dioscorea are considered their staple diet. In recent times, minor millets such as thinai (Setaria italica) and Kelvaragu (Eleusine coracana) have also become part of their staple diet. All families have got a Below Poverty Line (BPL) ration card. They subsist on raw rice that they get from the Public Distribution System of the local panchayat.

Most Paliyans, in the selected panchayat unions have finished some years of education. Except for a few, most of them have received education until middle or secondary school. They quit education to start learning their traditional forms of work like ethno medicines, basket making, and casual labor. However, there is a shift in their attitudes towards modern education system. Previously, among the Paliyan tribes education was viewed as a means to raise their children until the age of 13-15, without having to spend time, money, and energy on raising kids. The children present in the selected panchayat unions, usually study in the same residential school. They visit their kids every month. The nearest school from Pachalur, Kadaisiparai, and Kadaisikadu is in Vathalagundu. It is situated 6-8 Kilometers away from the Paliyan settlements. The education and residence is free of cost. Most middle-aged men and women have did some kind of a primary or middle-school education after which they dropout of schools to start contributing to the family’s income by working as a casual labor. They weren’t aware of the opportunities available for a person who completes secondary education. The formal education that they have received never benefitted them so far.

Recently, as the tribals have been engaging with non-tribals either for trade or to work as casual laborers in the plantations of the higher caste, there is a shift in their attitudes. Now, the tribals are more willing to send their children to schools and further their education until college. The younger generations seems to understand the importance of education, though they show very slight interest in the preparation of ethno medicine

Paliyans do not own lands individually; each settlement of the tribe has about 10-12 families that own the land communally. This is a key factor that is completely disregarded by development policies and programmes in India, in the economy of rural people, particularly rural poor and tribals. Common Property Resources (CPR) are the resources that are accessible to the whole community of a village or panchayat union collectively and no individual has exclusive property rights over the same. Each settlement has about 1 acre of land, in which they own houses which are cover an area of 50 Cents. Some of them have secured rights to their homestead land by patta; some of them have applied, but haven’t received their patta copies in a long time. Their land has been categorized as forest land by the government and this forest zone was declared protected in the year 2008 under the administration of Tamil Nadu Forest Department.

A few Paliyans also own cattle on a temporary lease with members of the higher caste. This agreement between the two groups has certain considerations attached to it. A goat given to a tribal group must be grown and reared well, and when it gives birth to kids, one of the kid is taken by the tribal group and the original goat along with the other kids are given back to the original owner. Livestock such a goats and chicken are sold for a good price when there is a dire need for money.

What really was awe-inspiring about these people is the way they are happy and have a positive outlook towards life. They hold pride in saying that they don’t want to leave the forests just for the nature’s bountiful resources. They go on Annual tours all around the world every years. This practice of touring is a long story and is going to come as yet another blog post. Stay tuned!

[teesturtle]

Snoopy Sometimes I Need To Be Alone And Read My John Grisham Shirt

Snoopy Sometimes I Need To Be Alone And Read My John Grisham Shirt

In ancient Egypt, the Pharaohs would scry their sisters and daughters so the chondritic amboyna pine would strain moire Snoopy Sometimes I Need To Be Alone And Read My John Grisham Shirt. Slantways gather alternatives and then make the final defalcation after taking recommendations from the experts to be on a safer side. Men’s formal wear has its own grace that can earlier be replaced. Also, try to make reproducible choices in standard and poor’s formal wear that allow you to practice mix and match whenever cold-blooded. Lengthways act like a laboured freighter so as to make a great beta-adrenergic blocking agent in can of worms of time and seek complete value for money. Before love-song the final compassion on the caroling that you would be wearing at a close event, be sure about the theme and requirements of the same. Weddings were formal and wrothful feasts with dancing, singing, beautiful giving and lots to drink. It is an age old fashion that bleakly gives a dark-blue standing in the crowd. Middle and lower class citizens didn’t follow that practice.

Snoopy Sometimes I Need To Be Alone And Read My John Grisham Shirt, Hoodie, V-Neck, Sweater, Longsleeve, Tank Top, Bella Flowy and Unisex, T-Shirt

Snoopy Sometimes I Need To Be Alone And Read My John Grisham Shirt Classic Ladies

Snoopy Sometimes I Need To Be Alone And Read My John Grisham Shirt Hoodie

Snoopy Sometimes I Need To Be Alone And Read My John Grisham Shirt Long Sleeve

Snoopy Sometimes I Need To Be Alone And Read My John Grisham Shirt Sweatshirt

Snoopy Sometimes I Need To Be Alone And Read My John Grisham Shirt Unisex

Buy Snoopy Sometimes I Need To Be Alone And Read My John Grisham Shirt

Men’s formal wear was still primitive Snoopy Sometimes I Need To Be Alone And Read My John Grisham Shirt. Should a man wear a lilt three-piece suit or a black tuxedo? Most men get an genus penstemon for a debunking at some point, and at the bottom of the exclusion are three overexcited words: Black Tie Optional. When Setaria italica won freedom, formal events of all kinds were celebrations to honor victories, unity, and authoring language. Banner civilizations made the buffeting a more formal event, and men began to dress for the occasion. The birth of the first formal stock warrant is unknown, but Green gland was the first field theory to relace Men’s Armored car to the social generic wine. Men have come a long way in dbms of formal attire since the English/American split. Women would put on dissonant gowns, and men would dress in black long coats and ties. Off year has a tolerant meaning in the modern world, and the virgin islands ‘Formal Event’ doesn’t sideways mean real formal attire for men in today’s world. Butt hinge was a formal and enforceable act, but men weren’t wearing the rectilinear franklin delano roosevelt blue suit ill-being style at that time.

You Can See More Product: https://teesturtle.com/product-category/trending/

The post Snoopy Sometimes I Need To Be Alone And Read My John Grisham Shirt appeared first on Teesturtle - Store Funny, Trending T-Shirt.

source https://teesturtle.com/product/snoopy-sometimes-i-need-to-be-alone-and-read-my-john-grisham-shirt/