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이름

이름을 붙이면 정이 들까봐서

모두 내게 등을 돌려도 꿋꿋이 내 곁을 지키던 그 아이에게

고작 정이 드는 게 무서워서, 겁이 나서.

이렇다 할 이름 하나 지어주지를 못하고 지나쳐버린지 수 만 번

나도 모르는 새에 그 아이에게 흠뻑 젖어버릴까

훅 빨려들어가지는 않을까

정이 무서워 아직도 이름을 지어주지 못한 그 아이.

그 아이 우울이렸다

[helpmeimblorboing]

The name Palestine, or it’s possible predecessors, have been found in five inscriptions across countries in the Levant and North Africa, all naming it Peleset or Purusati, inscribed in hieroglyphics as P-r-s-t

Their first mention is at the temple of Ramesses, 1150 BC, where Ramesses is mentioned to have fought off the Pelesets, the last known being 300 years later on Padiiset’s Statue, reading “Ka of Osiris: Pa-di-iset, the justified, son of Apy. The only renowned one, the impartial envoy of Philistine Canaan, Pa-di-iset, son of Apy.”

“Philistine” and “Canaan” both refer to the land of Palestine. The Assyrians have called it Palashtu since 800 BC, through to an Esarhaddon treaty more than a century later

The term Palestine actually comes from the writings of Greek author Herodotus in the 5th century BC, where he calls the land “Palaistine”, which is where the Arabic term “Filastin” comes from

Now, it should be noted that there is a bit of nuance in what I am about to say next - the Iron Age Kingdom of Judah did exist, and was an Israelite kingdom - this was around 960 BC to 560 BC

However, this by no means implies that Palestine is not Palestinian land - the kingdom of Judah famously fell, after all, and Israel the state was only established after political Zionism in Britain, spurred on by catastrophes like the Holocaust and pogroms, promoted the idea of a Jewish “reclaiming” of Palestine

In 1918, the Jewish Legion helped the British conquer Palestine to create the Mandatory Palestine. This caused obvious revolts, as most acts of colonialism tend to do

Over the next few decades, things went as you might know - the Holocaust meant a massive surge in Jewish refugees, most of whom were turned away by their neighbours because, well, millions of new citizens were hard to feed, and all of whom decided that Palestine was where they would go

Of course, none of this took into consideration the fact that native Palestinians would have to be displaced from their homes and livelihoods to do it, often with violence

The Holocaust was a horrible thing, obviously - but attempting to colonise a new state out of a pre-existing one, displacing and killing thousands of native Arabs, in response was hardly a good thing, either

On 22 July 1941, the Jewish militia Irgun bombed the British headquarters in Palestine, killing 91 people. This was in response to a series of raids conducted by the British ,including one on the Jewish Agency

All mediation attempts conducted over the next few years failed, as the Jewish diaspora - and more importantly, the Zionists amongst them - were unwilling to accept a solution that did not produce for them a whole new all-Jewish state in Palestine, while the native Arabs were somewhat pissed at the idea of having to leave the land of their birth due to colonialism

And it was colonialism - Zionist colonialism is still colonialism

Finally, the matter was brought before the UN, who decided to go with the Zionist idea of a separate Jewish and Arab state, with Jerusalem as an international city between them

The Irgun and other Revisionary Zionist groups rejected the idea, seeing it as an act of ceding native Jewish land. The leader of the Irgun at the time, Menachem Begin, openly stated that “the bisection of our homeland is illegal. It will never be recognized” and that the Zionists fully intended on expanding beyond their UN-set boundaries “after the shedding of much blood.”

Simha Flapan, the Israeli scholar, states that it is a myth that any Zionist groups at all accepted the partition, as most of them simply wanted to undermine the creation of an Arab state, fully intending on expanding into them later

Baruch Kimmerling, a professor at the University of Jerusalem, has stated that Zionists “officially accepted the partition plan, but invested all their efforts towards improving its terms and maximally expanding their boundaries while reducing the number of Arabs in them”

So, yes, the Zionist myth of a peaceful, unambitious Israel is exactly that - a myth

The Arabs had a much more open reaction, rejecting the plan outright. Zionists will tell you this is because they hated Jews. It’s not. Their principle argument was that it was against the principles of national self-determination set out in the UN charter, granting them the right to decide their own destiny

In any case, over on the Zionist side of things, Jewish insurgency peaked until Irgun took two British sergeants hostage as attempted leverage against the planned execution of three Irgun officers. The officers were executed as planned, and the sergeants were murdered and hung from trees. Spurred by this, the British called for an evacuation of the Mandatory Palestine

On 26 November 1947, the UN General Assembly presented another plan for the partition of Palestine, evidently fully ignoring what the actual Palestinians had to say. In this, they assigned 56% of Palestine (notably, Arab land that already had Arab landowners) to the Jewish diaspora, who had so far owned 6-7% of the land

Arabs, the majority, held 20% of the land, and the remaining 23-24% was granted to Mandate authorities and foreign entities

Once again, the native Arabs rejected this. Not because they wanted to kill Jews. But because it clearly benefitted European interests over Palestinian ones, and was thus unacceptable

Afterwards, Israel had its way and declared independence once Mandatory Palestine was dissolved. The neighbouring Arab states, formed the Arab League, and invaded, with the goal of ensuring the prevention of the Partition

To make a long story short, they failed, and Israel annexed massive parts of Palestine in the process. The native Palestinians were then expelled from the homelands by the Zionist militias in a bloody and brutal process that would come to be known as Al-Nakba

In addition, this led to the destruction of Palestinian culture, identity, and national aspirations. They were no longer “Palestinians” - they were the expelled and discarded. Their settlements were either destroyed or given new Hebrew names

In the process the Israelis would also start their genocide against the Palestinians with a bang - the poisoning of village wells and other acts of biological warfare.

750,000 Palestinians were expelled from their ancestral homes and towns - 80% of the population living in what would become Israel. Eleven Arab towns and cities, along with over 500 villages

It’s believed that around 70 massacres occurred during the Nakba, with the Yishuv killing over 800 -Arab civilians over the course of 24 of them. Other sources state that there were 10 major massacres with over 50 casualties each

The Saliha Massacre ended with 70 dead, the Deir Yassin with 112, the Lydda with 250, the Tantira with 200+ and the Abu Shusha massacre with 70 dead

And those are just the major massacres, as recognised by the Israeli historian Benny Morris. There are plenty more. Each death a living, breathing, person, whose life and death are being erased by the acts of the government of Netanyahu

The nakba, which began on 15 May, 1948, is considered to be still ongoing today, with new deaths and massacres occurring everyday. The US support Israel has enjoyed, along with their own technological breakthroughs, has only made it more effective at destruction

All to make room for a state that, I will remind you, does not have any right to exist in Palestine. It is true that there was a Jewish kingdom in Palestine once upon a time. But there was a Muslim kingdom in Spain once, too, and no one’s arguing for Arabians to go colonise Spain

The Palestinians have existed in Palestine since at least the Bronze Age, being the descendants of the Ancient Levantines extending back to the inhabitants of the Levant at the time

According to the Palestine historian Nazmi Al-Ju'beh, like in other Arab nations, the Arab identity of Palestinians, largely based on linguistic and cultural affiliation, is independent of the existence of any actual Arabian origins

The Palestinians are the indigenous population of the land of Palestine. To displace and genocide them to make room for your own colony is not unlike what China is doing in East Turkestan or what America did to the Native Americans

All that to say - the Zionists did in Palestines what every racist and Islamophobe seems to think Muslims are trying to do in Britain

[st-kitten]

brat party pt.5

pt.6

note: this chapter portrays y/n as indian, so i'll understand if you're uneasy with it. but it's for the sake of the story. and i've put my heart and soul into writing some of it. my culture is very dear to me. but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!

i have used a clip of sofya simha, one of my favourite odissi dancers. it is not the most fitting dance to the song i've chosen, but i hope it gets the sentiment across. apologies to actual, passionate dancers :")

ngl i be speedrunning through this story before college starts

warnings: sasuke having anxiety because y/n, y/n being an absolute menace (in a nice way), y/n ego boost (because we are her, she is us)

the next morning, the uchiha family gathered at the uchiha shrine, the cold winter air crisp and biting. you felt out of place at first, standing among the sea of black and blue, but mikoto had been insistent, handing you one of her own black yukatas. it bore the iconic uchiha crest, bold and proud on the back and subtly stitched into the lapel. "you’ll blend right in," she’d said with a warm smile, though you couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious.

firstly, because hello? this was a family gathering? and you were not family? secondly, you'd expected fugaku to reject your inclusion but surprisingly, he had said nothing in the matter.

so there you stood. trying not to freeze in the cold air, people staring at you.

your foreign features lent an exotic charm to your appearance—soft, rich milky skin that seemed to glow against the dark fabric, and dark brown hair swept into a traditional japanese hairdo, though a few errant strands rebelliously slipped free, framing your face. eyes laden with thick eyelashes, full, sharp eyebrows

your lips, stained with dark red lipstick, stood out like a bold statement, perfectly complementing the faint blush on your cheeks—courtesy of the cold air and perhaps, just perhaps, the weight of sasuke's intense gaze. your almond-shaped eyes, lined with expertly applied eyeliner, gleamed with a quiet confidence, every stroke accentuating their expressive depth.

but for sasuke? the sight of you in that yukata hit him like a ton of bricks.

he tried to play it cool, arms crossed over his chest, standing stoically as the family performed the rituals. but his dark eyes betrayed him, flickering toward you every few seconds, his gaze practically glued to the uchiha crest on your back. it was maddening. the sight of you, draped in his family’s colors, wearing the crest that represented centuries of his clan’s pride—it stirred something primal in him.

he clenched his jaw, trying to shake off the heat rising in his chest, but it was no use. the way the yukata framed your figure, the way the faint winter breeze toyed with the strands of your hair—it was all too much. his hands itched to reach out, to touch you, to pull you closer.

your every gesture so graceful and deliberate. you weren’t just wearing the uchiha crest; you belonged in it. and that thought? it turned him on far more than he cared to admit.

he glanced away, determined to focus on literally anything else. the swirling incense smoke? riveting. the shrine’s ancient wooden beams? fascinating. the murmurs of surrounding family discussing where to buy quality ink? absolutely enthralling. but his traitorous eyes kept snapping back to you.

he clenched his jaw. stop looking, idiot, he thought. but two seconds later, there he was again, catching sight of you tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. he groaned internally.

what was it about that stupid yukata? maybe it was the way the uchiha crest sat perfectly on your back, or the fact that his mom’s eyeliner handiwork had you looking like you stepped out of a historical drama. even worse? you were the one who did her eyeliner, like it was no big deal, and now the two of you were giggling together like old friends.

he glanced at the incense smoke again. nope, even that wasn’t helping—because it was curling in a way that looked suspiciously like the outline of your hair. for a moment, he seriously considered pretending to sneeze, just to snap himself out of it.

as everyone stood together, a unified yet segregated display of tradition—men on one side, women on the other—you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment. the atmosphere was thick with reverence, the air tinged with the smoky aroma of incense.

at the altar, the clan patriarch, uchiha madara himself, commanded attention. his presence was haunting, almost otherworldly, as though history itself had taken human form.

even among the imposing figures of the uchiha men, madara stood apart—dangerous, regal, and completely untouchable. his voice, low and resonant, carried through the shrine as he performed the intricate rituals with an ease that only centuries of lineage could bestow.

it felt like being transported back in time. where the 21st century world went about their day, you were in this corner, bearing witness to centuries of tradition.

you adjusted the borrowed yukata ever so slightly, the crest on your back suddenly feeling heavier under the scrutiny of a man whose legacy built the very ground you were standing on.

after the prayers, fugaku led his family to formally greet madara. the atmosphere shifted, a near-tangible weight settling in the air as everyone approached the clan’s patriarch. but as madara's gaze landed on you—a non-uchiha standing amongst his kin—his glare sharpened to something almost predatory, merciless and unforgiving.

fugaku, ever the diplomat, stepped forward hastily. “lord madara, her presence here is purely circumstantial,” he assured, his tone measured, though there was a faint tension beneath it. “it is not meant to interfere with the sanctity of our gathering.”

madara’s eyes didn’t waver, black and bottomless, dissecting every fibre of your being.

then, madara’s hand moved with a deliberate, almost theatrical precision, the air around him seeming to still as he reached behind him. in one fluid motion, he whipped out his legendary sensu fan, the sound of its unfolding echoing like a blade being unsheathed.

sasuke’s heart leapt into his throat, his muscles coiling as he braced himself to act if need be.

but you just stood there, in all your 5'6" glory, looking up at the monstrous man as if he’d just asked you to pass the salt.

madara’s fan hovered mid-air, his black eyes narrowing ever so slightly. was it irritation? amusement? no one could tell—least of all sasuke, whose brain was short-circuiting watching you face down the man who could probably level a forest with that fan if he felt like it.

you, however, looked like you were about to ask him if he needed a second coat of polish on the thing.

madara eventually looked away.

sasuke risked a glance at you, his dark eyes narrowing slightly in disbelief. did you just… out-stare uchiha madara?

madara's dark, deep voice resonated like a distant thunderclap.

"uchiha is a crown my people wear. the name is a power we possess, and a reputation we hold. to not be an uchiha," he looked at you with a piercing gaze, "is a misfortune. to be one is a privilege unmatched. let this taste of uchiha rituals quench your thirst to experience the extraordinary. you are not an uchiha by blood."

his tone was icy, designed to cut, but instead of shrinking back, you held his gaze, calm and unflinching.

"something tells me," you replied with quiet wisdom, your voice steady, "you believe more that an uchiha is forged... and not born."

sasuke watched the exchange in stunned silence, his eyes narrowing slightly as you delivered your line with a level of confidence he could only describe as suicidal.

“this is it,” he thought dryly, staring at madara’s ever-intimidating fan. “this is how we all die. because this... yapping idiot decided to get philosophical with madara uchiha.”

madara’s expression remained carved from stone, his fan still gripped in his hand. then, after an icy moment of silence, madara uchiha smirked.

what. the. everloving. fuck.

what was with you and getting the stoically expert uchiha men to smile? first fugaku, now literally madara? it was like you had some bizarre ability to bypass generations of ingrained stoicism and hit their "hey, i kinda like you" button.

as madara turned and strode away, the heavy tension he left in his wake began to dissolve, like the air was finally safe to breathe again. before anyone could say a word, sasuke grabbed your wrist and all but dragged you a few steps away, his grip firm but not rough.

he turned to you, his eyes a mix of disbelief and exasperation. “what the hell is wrong with you?” he hissed, his voice low enough to not attract attention but sharp enough to convey his point. “you don’t just—challenge madara uchiha like that. are you trying to get yourself killed?”

you gasped. "i was reasoning with his... speech?"

“reasoning?” he repeated, his voice dripping with incredulity. “you’re lucky he didn’t use that fan to send you flying into next week.”

“but he didn’t, did he?” you shot back, crossing your arms.

sasuke ran a hand down his face, clearly torn between frustration and grudging admiration. “he smirked. madara smirked. do you know what that means?”

you tilted your head. “that he... has critical thinking skills?”

“no,” he snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. “it means you’ve officially scared me more than he does. congratulations.”

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when you all arrived at uchiha manor for a short tea break, the air carried a quiet serenity, broken only by the soft bubbling of the koi pond nearby. sasuke and you sat by the edge, the light dappling off the water in golden ripples, the koi swimming lazily beneath. the breeze, gentle but mischievous, decided to toy with the fabric of your borrowed yukata.

sasuke's eyes followed the gentle movement of your yukata, drawn to the exposed skin beneath. the way the fabric slid across your shoulder, revealing the soft curve of your neck, sent a shiver down his spine.

without hesitation, sasuke closed the distance between you, to kiss your exposed shoulder. he left wet kisses over the expanse of your shoulder, slowly moving to where your neck began, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh.

you let out a soft moan, your neck and cheeks red. that sight of you in that uchiha yukata, his mark on your skin, your exposed shoulder, was like a japanese burlesque painting come alive.

with a sudden surge of possessiveness, sasuke claimed your mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up desire and longing into the embrace. his hands slid over your yukata, skimming over the smooth skin of your back, before gripping your waist and pressing you firmly against him.

you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss and he took the chance to slide his tongue inside. he kissed you as one would eat a creamy cake, messily, hungrily, savouring every taste.

"mmm... someone's... hhnn... coming," you moaned, breaking the kiss, and fixing your yukata.

"tea's ready," said itachi, his hands behind his back, eyes fixed on sasuke.

"yes, let's go," he replied curtly to itachi, already turning towards the manor. you simply followed.

the tea break was serene, the kind of stillness only the uchiha manor could provide.

mikoto poured tea gracefully, her movements elegant as ever, while fugaku sat at the head of the table, his posture as straight and commanding as his reputation demanded.

"itachi, sasuke," fugaku began, his deep voice slicing through the quiet. "we need to leave in an hour to finalise the documentation for the ancestral properties. i expect both of you to be prepared."

itachi gave a small nod, his ever-calm demeanour unshaken. "of course, father. everything’s in order on my end."

sasuke, seated beside you, responded with a simple "hn," though his mind was far from the property disputes. he had tried—oh, he had tried—to keep his focus elsewhere, but every time he glanced in your direction, he found himself utterly undone. more so now, because of the gorgeous hickey he knew was hidden under the lapel of your yukata.

great. just great. leave her alone with my mother while i try to figure out how to stop thinking about her, he thought to himself.

"you seem eager to leave, sasuke," itachi remarked dryly, his lips quirking ever so slightly.

"i’m just being efficient," sasuke muttered, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze.

fugaku, oblivious to the subtext, simply nodded. "good. efficiency is important."

"well, don’t worry, sasuke. y/n and i will be just fine without you. i’ll make sure she’s well taken care of," said mikoto.

that’s what i’m afraid of, sasuke thought grimly as he stood, excusing himself to prepare for the trip. leaving the room felt like a small mercy—a temporary reprieve from the battle raging in his head.

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the afternoon sun had begun its descent, casting grey clouds over the sprawling uchiha manor grounds as itachi and sasuke made their way back from their errand. the air was crisp, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore below was a steady, soothing rhythm. they walked along the walkway overlooking the beach, their footsteps quiet against the stone path, but itachi’s sharp eyes caught something—a figure in the distance, near the ruins by the water.

sasuke noticed too, his pace slowing as he squinted against the fading sunlight. the figure was draped in blue, an outfit neither of them recognised, certainly not something traditional to the uchiha. but they both knew who it was as soon as they saw her.

“y/n?” sasuke muttered under his breath, his voice almost betraying his confusion.

itachi, ever the observer, raised an eyebrow. “that’s new.”

the two exchanged a glance before silently agreeing to approach, the curiosity piquing despite themselves. they descended the stony steps that led to the beach, the rocks underfoot slippery and jagged, but they moved with ease, accustomed to the terrain. as they neared the ruins, they could see you more clearly now.

as they neared, they could hear music coming from the small speaker you'd placed on. rock nearby, your phone next to it.

you stood there in the ruins, draped in a blue sari with a delicate black border, the fabric catching the light of the fading sun, your waist exposed to the rays. the pleats of the skirt fell in soft, measured folds. your hair was tied in a bun, but a few stands managed to run errant anyway.

sasuke’s brows furrowed as he realised it wasn’t just the clothing that was unfamiliar; it was the way you were moving, the way you were... dancing?

he blinked, momentarily stunned. she can dance? it was the last thing he’d expected.

your hands, delicate and expressive, traced the air with slow, graceful gestures, the intricate mudras—the hand gestures that told stories and spoke without words—coming to life with every flick of your wrist, every gentle curl of your fingers. your arms arched as if they were an extension of the wind, flowing in time with the soft beat of the music, the faint notes of the indian classical song filling the space between your movements.

it wasn't just the dance that sasuke stared at, mesmerised. it was the way your face mirrored the deep, soulful emotion woven into the melody.

worry creased your brow for a fleeting moment, like a gentle tremor in the otherwise fluid composition of your face. then, as if following the curve of the music itself, desperation softened into sadness, and the melancholia in your eyes deepened. it was as if every note, every word that flowed from the song, spoke directly to you, and you gave voice to those emotions in the subtle arch of your brow and the tender curve of your lips. but oh your eyes.

sasuke didn’t understand the lyrics, nor the language, but he could feel them in the air around him. the ache in your gaze was palpable—he could see it, in the way your eyes shifted from the horizon to the ruins around you, as if searching for something, or perhaps, someone. the pain of unrequited love, the deep, heart-wrenching longing for the beloved, was written across your face in every slow, deliberate movement.

he had seen many things in his life—fights, losses, even battles of the soul—but he had never witnessed something so raw, so tender, and so painfully beautiful. the yearning you portrayed with every glance, every glide of your hand, struck him harder than anything he had ever known. the intense, aching love you danced with was so foreign to him, yet it was something he couldn’t turn away from.

"she's good," itachi remarked, his voice calm, almost indifferent, though there was an unusual depth to his words.

sasuke shifted uncomfortably beside him.

"didn't know she could dance," sasuke muttered, his voice slightly rough, almost as if he was trying to convince his all-knowing brother that he was completely detached from you.

"you don't seem to be talking about the dance," itachi observed, his voice as neutral as ever, but there was a slight glint in his eyes, like he was enjoying this just a little more than he should.

sasuke's expression hardened, but his eyes remained locked on you. "i’m not," he admitted, his tone a mixture of frustration and something else. "i don’t get it. it’s like... she’s so into it. like she’s... somewhere else."

"she’s letting it out," itachi said simply, his voice low. "sometimes, people need to express what they can’t say. maybe that's what this is."

sasuke looked at his brother, his brow furrowed. “i don’t know. it’s just... it’s not just the dance. it’s the way she’s feeling it. you know? i don’t even understand the song, but i feel it too. and i don’t... want to feel it."

itachi’s gaze didn’t waver from you. “people don’t always have control over what they feel,” he said, as if it were the simplest truth in the world.

"maybe she doesn't want you to understand. maybe she’s just showing you something you’re not ready for."

sasuke tensed at his brother's words, the weight of them settling into his chest like a stone. his eyes stayed fixed on you, still dancing, each movement speaking to him in a way he couldn’t quite grasp. "i just want her to stop," he muttered, but even as the words left his mouth, he knew he didn't mean them. "i can’t... handle this."

the melancholic pull of the b minor scale was like a whisper of vulnerability, unearthing memories and feelings he had locked away long ago. the steady rhythm, four beats per bar with its emphasis on the first, was eerily similar to the beat of his heart—strong, deliberate, but faltering ever so slightly as he watched you move.

the violins in the background carried a wistfulness that resonated with the ache he couldn't quite define, while the tabla's steady yet intricate rhythm mimicked the turmoil of his thoughts—measured, calculated on the surface, yet chaotic within.

the lyrics may have been foreign to him, but the longing they carried—mirrored in the dance and the melody—was painfully familiar.

the uchiha ruins were usually neglected, occasionally cleaned under the pretext of preservation. but today, as itachi and sasuke stood at the edge of the crumbling path, his sharp gaze fixed on you, the ruins felt alive. there you were, moving gracefully across the uneven ground, your sari flowing like liquid poetry, a striking contrast to the muted decay around you.

divine justice, itachi thought, his lips curving slightly.

“she belongs there,” itachi murmured softly, the words carrying a quiet reverence.

sasuke, standing beside him, barely registered the statement. his dark eyes were locked on you, his brow furrowed as if caught between admiration and agony.

“what?” he asked, his voice distracted.

“nothing,” itachi replied.

itachi wasn’t sure if it was divine justice, redemption, or simply the effect of one person’s presence. but he knew this: for the first time in years, the ruins didn’t look abandoned— they looked like home...

[this is close to what itachi and sasuke saw, same song described in the story. if ur curious, it's "o re piya" by rahat fateh ali khan, literally says "oh, my love" (꒦ີ﹏꒦ີ｡)‪‪❤︎‬]

you slowed to a halt, your chest rising and falling with the rhythm of your laboured breaths. brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, you turned toward your phone resting on a rock, likely to queue up another song. but as your eyes lifted, they landed on two dark silhouettes standing on the rocks, both eerily still, their gazes pinned to you.

your soul nearly leapt out of your body, as you jolted in place, startled. just dive in, and they’ll forget this ever happened.

itachi, ever the gentleman, took a step forward, his expression calm but laced with just the faintest hint of amusement. “i apologise if we startled you,” he said, his voice smooth and measured. “that wasn’t our intention.”

you nodded nervously, smiling, "had me descend to sea permanently there."

his lips quirked upward ever so slightly. “i’m relieved you chose not to.”

itachi approached you slowly, patient footsteps on the ruined rocks.

“you didn’t mention being a dancer.”

"i'm no dancer... i just... dance," you said softly, brushing it off, dusting the sand out of the pleats in your sari.

his tall frame towered over you as his sharp, yet calm eyes traced the intricate details of your attire.

“the attire,” he began, his voice smooth and contemplative, “it’s different from what i’m accustomed to seeing. beautiful… and purposeful, i assume?”

you blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sudden scrutiny from the elder uchiha. “oh, uh, yeah. it’s an odissi-inspired look,” you explained, gesturing vaguely to your sari. “it’s a classical indian dance form, so the attire is designed to be both functional and symbolic.”

itachi’s head tilted slightly, his dark eyes sharpening with interest. “ojishi,” he repeated slowly (failing obviously), tasting the unfamiliar word on his tongue. “the dance… it was unlike anything i’ve seen. is every movement intentional? every expression rehearsed?”

you nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “pretty much. it’s about telling a story—emotions, myths, devotion. everything has a meaning, even the way you position your fingers.”

you raised your hand, demonstrating a mudra. “this, for example, symbolises a deer.”

itachi’s gaze lingered on your hands as you shifted your fingers fluidly, forming a delicate mrigamudra. the thumb touching the middle and ring fingers lightly while the other fingers extended gracefully, resembling the head of a deer.

itachi’s expression shifted to mild intrigue. “like this?” he murmured, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he raised his hand, attempting to replicate the gesture.

you gently touched his fingers to align them well. the movement was quick, almost automatic, but it caught sasuke’s attention like a lightning strike. his eyes darted to the two of you, his lips thinning into a frowning line as he watched you correct itachi’s hand posture.

“and now, move it like this,” you added, demonstrating the graceful sway of your wrist, as though the deer was frolicking.

itachi imitated the motion, his hand still a little stiff, but there was an unmistakable effort in his attempt. “hm,” he hummed, his dark eyes flicking between his hand and yours. “it’s deceptively simple, but far more intricate than it appears."

meanwhile, sasuke stood stiffly off to the side, his arms crossed so tightly it was a wonder he hadn’t cut off circulation. his expression was a perfect storm of irritation and barely-contained turmoil. his brother, of all people, was standing there bonding with you over graceful hand movements, and sasuke didn’t know whether to be impressed, annoyed, or just retreat into the ocean himself.

“it’s not that difficult,” sasuke muttered suddenly, his voice low and begrudging, though no one had asked for his input.

you turned toward him, raising an eyebrow. “oh? care to try, then?”

he immediately regretted opening his mouth but couldn’t back down now. “no,” he said, his tone curt.

the three of you walked back towards the manor.

they weren’t quite sure when they started noticing it—your feet. small, delicate, and lightly dusted with grains of sand, yet every step you took seemed impossibly precise. your deep arch flexed slightly with each movement, your toes spreading just enough to balance on the uneven, rocky surface of the beach. it was as if even walking was an art form for you, something they’d taken for granted until now.

“do you always walk barefoot on beaches?” itachi asked finally, his tone curious but calm.

"why not..."

itachi’s gaze lingered on your feet for a moment before he spoke, his voice as steady as the tide. “what makes it so natural for you?”

you glanced up at him, a small, serene smile playing on your lips. “there’s something sacred about letting your feet meet the earth,” you said, your tone soft but resolute. “it’s a way of acknowledging where we come from, staying connected to something bigger than ourselves. my dance teachers always said it’s how we show respect to the ground we stand on.”

sasuke, trailing a step behind, stole a glance at you as though against his will. he wasn’t sure what unnerved him more: the ease with which you spoke of something so intangible, or how it felt like a truth he hadn’t realised he was searching for.

why couldn't you just be an ordinary person he occasionally hooked up with? why did you have to be so... fucking poetic? sasuke thought. he didn't know whether he was disturbed, anxious, or third worse thing.

the way you brought change with you as the tides brought seashells.

it drove him mad.

it wasn't supposed to be this way.

this was casual. no strings.

those very terms seemed like a joke to him now.

just what had you become?

[ternaryflower53]

Last Line Game

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

thank you @windrunnered for tagging me! i am Also going to break the rules to give y'all a little bit more context - this is a fic i'm writing about a character with the omegaverse equivalent of pmdd

“Good morning again,” Hizashi says. “Heat hitting you pretty hard?” “Mmph.” Aizawa grunts, and Hizashi laughs. “You want me to help you?” Yes. No. Shouta doesn’t know. He doesn’t want anything right now, really.

tagging: @melancholic-pigeon @simha-nakshatra @alyssumlovesthecosmere and uhh whoever else feels like doing it!

[astroservice123]

Career Astrology: Best Professions According to Your Ascendant

In the sacred realm of Vedic astrology, the Ascendant (Lagna) holds the key to your physical presence, personality, and the ideal path your soul must walk in this lifetime. Among the twelve zodiac signs, your Ascendant shapes your outlook toward life, your karmic duties, and—most significantly—your career and profession.

Choosing a career aligned with your Ascendant sign not only ensures success but also brings mental peace, job satisfaction, and spiritual growth. Let us decode the best career options based on each Lagna, using timeless wisdom from Jyotish Shastra (Vedic astrology).

Aries Ascendant (Mesha Lagna)

Planetary Lord: Mars (Mangal) Nature: Bold, energetic, action-oriented

Suitable Careers:

Defense services, police, or army

Engineering and mechanical fields

Taurus Ascendant (Vrishabha Lagna)

Planetary Lord: Venus (Shukra) Nature: Stable, artistic, materialistic

Suitable Careers:

Banking, finance, and investment

Fashion, interior design, or luxury product business

 Gemini Ascendant (Mithuna Lagna)

Planetary Lord: Mercury (Budh) Nature: Intellectual, curious, communicative

Suitable Careers:

Writing, journalism, or digital media

Teaching, publishing, or linguistics

Cancer Ascendant (Karka Lagna)

Planetary Lord: Moon (Chandra) Nature: Emotional, intuitive, nurturing

Suitable Careers:

Nursing, caregiving, or hospitality

Psychology, counseling, or social work

 Leo Ascendant (Simha Lagna)

Planetary Lord: Sun (Surya) Nature: Royal, authoritative, charismatic

Suitable Careers:

Government services, administration, or politics

Teaching, spiritual leadership, or motivational speaking

 Virgo Ascendant (Kanya Lagna)

Planetary Lord: Mercury (Budh) Nature: Practical, analytical, service-driven

Suitable Careers:

Medicine, health, or nutrition

Research, data analytics, or auditing

⚖ Libra Ascendant (Tula Lagna)

Planetary Lord: Venus (Shukra) Nature: Diplomatic, balanced, aesthetic

Suitable Careers:

Law, arbitration, or judiciary services

Art, fashion design, or luxury brands

 Scorpio Ascendant (Vrishchika Lagna)

Planetary Lord: Mars (Mangal) Nature: Intense, secretive, powerful

Suitable Careers:

Surgery, medical research, or defense

Occult sciences, astrology, or psychology

 Sagittarius Ascendant (Dhanu Lagna)

Planetary Lord: Jupiter (Guru) Nature: Optimistic, philosophical, adventurous

Suitable Careers:

Teaching, academia, or religion

Law, judiciary, or higher education

 Capricorn Ascendant (Makar Lagna)

Planetary Lord: Saturn (Shani) Nature: Disciplined, patient, determined

Suitable Careers:

Engineering, construction, or mining

Government jobs, clerical or administrative work

 Aquarius Ascendant (Kumbha Lagna)

Planetary Lord: Saturn (Shani) Nature: Innovative, humanitarian, tech-savvy

Suitable Careers:

Scientific research, AI, or space exploration

Electrical, electronic, or civil engineering

 Pisces Ascendant (Meena Lagna)

Planetary Lord: Jupiter (Guru) Nature: Spiritual, imaginative, kind-hearted

Suitable Careers:

Art, music, poetry, or healing professions

Teaching, spirituality, or religious service

 Let the Stars Guide Your Career

Your Ascendant is more than just a sign—it’s the blueprint of your destiny. By understanding your Lagna-based profession through the lens of ancient Vedic astrology, you can choose a career that resonates with your soul’s purpose. Remember, planetary periods (Dashas), house placements, and yogas also play a vital role.

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[natanics]

Jupiter Transit in Gemini 2025

The celestial stage is set for a dynamic and transformative period as Jupiter transits into Gemini from 14th May 2025 to 17th October 2025. This significant planetary shift marks a time of expansion in the realm of communication, intellect, learning, and social interactions.

In Vedic astrology, Jupiter (Guru) is the planet of wisdom, fortune, and growth. When it enters Gemini (Mithun Rashi)��the sign ruled by Mercury—it brings a fusion of higher learning and sharp intellect. Let’s explore what this transit means, both generally and for each zodiac sign.

General Effects of Jupiter in Gemini (2025)

Jupiter's move into Gemini activates themes such as:

Communication & Learning: Enhanced interest in education, reading, writing, and public speaking.

Networking & Social Growth: Increased social activity, collaborations, and digital influence.

Curiosity & Exploration: A desire to explore new subjects, cultures, or languages.

Duality & Decision-Making: Gemini's dual nature may cause scattered focus; grounding is essential.

This is an ideal time to expand your mental horizons, explore new ideas, and refine how you express yourself.

Jupiter Transit in Gemini 2025: Zodiac-Wise Predictions

Aries (Mesha Rashi)

Jupiter in your 3rd house boosts confidence, communication, and short travels. Siblings may bring opportunities. It's a great time for networking and skill development.

Taurus (Vrishabha Rashi)

The 2nd house transit enhances finances and family relations. You may earn from communication-based work or investments. Watch spending habits.

Gemini (Mithun Rashi)

With Jupiter in your sign, you’ll feel revitalized. Expect growth in personal life, recognition, and better health. A good time for self-improvement and new ventures.

Cancer (Karka Rashi)

Jupiter transits your 12th house, favoring spiritual growth and foreign travel. Keep an eye on expenses. Excellent for charity work and meditation.

Leo (Simha Rashi)

Your 11th house is activated—expect gains, success in goals, and strong friendships. Networking yields rewards. A good time for joining groups or organizations.

Virgo (Kanya Rashi)

Career gains are likely as Jupiter transits your 10th house. Recognition, promotions, and mentorship opportunities may arise. Stay adaptable to changing work scenarios.

Libra (Tula Rashi)

In the 9th house, this transit boosts luck, higher studies, and spiritual inclinations. Travel may bring wisdom. Teachers and gurus play key roles during this time.

Scorpio (Vrishchika Rashi)

Jupiter transits your 8th house, promoting transformation, research, and inheritance matters. You may discover hidden talents or spiritual practices.

Sagittarius (Dhanu Rashi)

The 7th house transit supports partnerships—personal and professional. Ideal for resolving relationship issues or forming business alliances.

Capricorn (Makara Rashi)

Health and work routines improve as Jupiter enters your 6th house. A good time to tackle debts or legal issues. Focus on wellness and discipline.

Aquarius (Kumbha Rashi)

Jupiter in your 5th house enhances creativity, romance, and education. Those looking to start a family or pursue creative careers will benefit.

Pisces (Meena Rashi)

Your 4th house is impacted—home, property, and emotional stability take focus. Time to improve your living space or reconnect with family.

Remedies & Tips for Jupiter Transit 2025

Wear yellow or donate turmeric/chana dal on Thursdays to honor Jupiter.

Chant “Om Gurave Namah” for spiritual strength.

Avoid over-committing; Gemini energy can scatter your focus.

Embrace journaling or blogging, especially if you're working on self-expression.

Conclusion

The Jupiter transit in Gemini from 14th May to 17th October 2025 is a powerful time to grow intellectually and socially. While the influence varies by sign, the universal theme is one of mental expansion, networking, and learning. Harness this energy wisely, and you can make remarkable progress on personal and professional fronts.

Stay curious, stay open—and let Jupiter guide your path through the energetic winds of Gemini.

[common-man]

Tribute 875.

Tribute to Actress Sowcar Janaki – 875

Today, I fondly remember another remarkable personality from the South Indian Film Industry — none other than actress Sowcar Janaki. With a film career spanning over seven decades, she has acted in more than 400 films across four major South Indian languages — Tamil, Telugu, Kannada, and Malayalam — a truly commendable achievement.

She has shared the screen with all the legendary heroes of her time, including the late Sivaji Ganesan, Gemini Ganesan, A.V.M. Rajan, Srikanth, and several leading actors from Telugu and Kannada cinema. Sowcar Janaki began her journey as a leading heroine and firmly established her identity through powerful performances. From 1949 to 1975, she was at the peak of her career, leaving a lasting impact on Indian cinema — and this is no exaggeration.

Post that era, she transitioned into a versatile character actress, excelling in a wide range of roles and continuing to captivate audiences with her charm and skill. Over the years, she has been honored with numerous accolades, including:

Tamil Nadu State Film Award for Iru Kodugal

Rajyotsava Award from the Karnataka Government

Simha Award

Kalaimamani Award

And many more prestigious honors.

I have had the pleasure of watching many of her unforgettable performances. A few that I always cherish include:

Iru Kodugal

Uyarntha Manithan

Puthiya Paravai

Ethir Neechal

Bhama Vijayam

Pavai Vilakku

Kumudham

Annai

Kadavulai Kanden

Akka Thangai

Bhagyalakshmi

Kasthuri

Paar Magaley Paar

Maanavan

Thunaivan

Needhi

(and many others I may have missed)

Her performance in Iru Kodugal as a collector was extraordinary — her dialogue delivery still resonates with me. In Uyarntha Manithan, her portrayal of a disciplined character was equally memorable. She worked extensively with the legendary K. Balachander, and their collaborations were cinematic gems.

One of her masterpieces is Thillu Mullu, where she starred alongside Rajinikanth and the late Thengai Srinivasan. That film continues to bring joy with each rewatch.

Her early days in stage dramas further enhanced her acting depth, making her one of the few actresses to master both stage and screen. I have been fortunate to meet her on three occasions, and each time I was deeply impressed by her knowledge, humility, and discipline. A close friend introduced us, and I still keep in touch with her. To me, she is not only a great artist but also a good friend, philosopher, guide, conversationalist, and above all, a wonderful human being.

Just a few months ago, I watched her in the film Thambi, where she played the grandmother's role with grace alongside Karthi, Sathyaraj, and Jyothika. Even today, she continues to captivate audiences with her elegance and authenticity.

She is not only admired in the film fraternity but also loved by millions of fans across generations. I write this humble tribute with my limited knowledge and utmost respect. If there are any errors, I kindly ask readers to forgive them.

Whenever I meet her, I call her "Amma", a word she deeply cherishes — and I am always moved by her warm response.

Today, I feel immense joy in paying tribute to this versatile and talented actress who made a significant impact on the Indian film industry.

– K. Ragavan 2-6-25

[reneees]

I love to say, loud win.

The tone of death.

Is like a score love.

It’s a bottle of notion.

Singing him sinking love.

Love is like a ours of a pursue named you.

I die you, I seek a body of his.

And a bury a dead.

Goth poetry.

I was a brood room teacher today.

I thought- Athige nanny Sakkara.

Amara.

B. Shanthi mane.

V ,  vasthive vashi Karin Sethi.

B. Babbala Borana Boddu. In that Avadi Avadh I thande Simha Manu Dudu, du, Dedham of you.

Kannada is a language of score. Ahista Mani and writings of women in God.

Speaking weave of tresses and blood dances in the wind of Kanthi. Speaking woman of, I.

Sunidhi

[pbjelly90art]

Spaceverse art!

Okay so I haven't decided exactly how I'm organizing these yet, but here's my first batch of the Spaceverse art posts! I've got a backlog of at least 205+ artworks to archive for this, so I had to get started somewhere. This is the original RP (and basis for my novel in progress) that I write with my friend Sakume, dating back some years now (maybe since 2019?) I don't have a title for the novel yet, so this is simply known as Spaceverse for now.

These characters originally came from some old forums we wrote on (circa 2006 at the start), and one day I came up with a new AU for them in a completely new space fantasy setting, with a new plot and new origins for the characters. I asked my friends Sakume and Cookie to participate, and this story was born. Cookie no longer actively writes in this RP with us, but some of their characters still show up in the art here and I'm very grateful for their contributions.

Sakume and I still write together and are adding new characters all the time! :) I grouped this batch of art to include sketches that mainly featured characters hailing from the planet of Illumina or the moon sanctuary of Nova Lux.

In order here we have: sketches of Cadenza, Altair/Vivace (her sister in the novel version, unrelated in the RP but may retcon, also Fabi/Alex's late mom and Anton's late wife), then Cadenza's daughter Luisa and a sketch of Cadenza in prison back on the Vault where it all started. Then we have Luisa and (spoiler!) young/child form Dawa, Cadenza with Adam, Adam himself, and then a bunch of sketches of their family together. Following that, we have Queen Venus (aka Elena), Cadenza's mom Sonya, Sonya with Leona, Xiulan, sketches of Cadenza and a masked Xiulan, Mingzhu, Joan (not an Illumin character but hey she ended up on my sketch page back then), older/adult form Dawa, young Dawa, Mingzhu, Cadenza's dad Galliard, Louis (another non-Illumin here to fit page space), Cadenza's sister Luminari, Cadenza herself, Lu with her husband Jaster, Simha (revamped character to replace Leona) and then Cascadia Riveria (Faer character, but happened to be on that sketchbook page.) Then lastly a few pencil sketches I missed, Xiulan, Mercy with Ramiro, Luminari and Cadenza, and some of my initial concept sketches of Spaceverse Cadenza and Luisa.

At the very end, we have some much older sketches that predate this RP, with Mother Carla, Ancient Ren of the Order, and Cadenza's late husband Paris (along with a sketch of Cadenza from a previous story where she was a human mage with shadow magic), previous versions of Vivace, Algretta, Luminari, Arietta, Cadenza, Sonya, Galliard, Reymundo, Izumi, Xiulan, Sarai (an angelo who hasn't appeared in the RP yet, but I might adapt to use her design for Damien's mom Dinah), Shui Ya of Nova Lux, and Fletcher (a Faer character, but he happened to be on this page.) I still need to draw many of these characters some new portraits as their phantasm selves in this storyverse/setting, but I'm saving these older drawings for reference.

Some characters are going to show up that don't quite fit into these groupings because I tend to just draw whoever I feel like on my paper that fits before scanning them in. x3 Sometimes I edit them after to reorganize, but often times not.

Adam and Jaster belong to Sakume, and Leona and Joan belong to Cookie. The rest of the characters belong to me, but big credit to both of my friends for their help developing the world, organizations and characters, particularly in this case, Cookie brainstorming the Order of Lux Aeterna/Nova Lux with me, and Sakume brainstorming so many of the Vault characters and more.

Also small side note: I've been using the surname "Madrigal" since 2006 for Cadenza and her family waaay back on Zelda Universe forums, but I'm super happy it's way more popular a name now thanks to Encanto and I do love that movie. The movie was in no way a basis for these names, but I love to see more Latin culture and names in media, so I'm all for it. ^_^

[impactnews-webmaster-us]

Winter Session Of Parliament : Parliamentary Democracy At It’s Lowest Point

The winter session of parliament has ended on a very disappointing note. The battle lines are clearly drawn between the government and the opposition ahead of the 2024 Lok Sabha Polls . The fire-works began with the expulsion of upfront and aggressive TMC MP Mahua Moitra and ended with the suspension of over 140 opposition MP’s.

The government action on opposition leader’s came after they demanded answer from the home Minister Amit Shah over the security breach in parliament on the very day it was marking the 22nd anniversary of the 2001 parliament attack on December 13. Interestingly on the both the occasions it was the BJP led-NDA government at the Centre. Then it was Atal Bihari Vajpayee and now it was Narendra Modi at the helm of affairs.

The BJP which had consistently blamed the country’s first Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru on China apparently chose to ignore/ down play the parliament attack/ security breach issue. And helping them keeping mum on the issue was the pliant Godimedia.

The government’s lack of willingness to address the security breach in parliament was slammed across the political spectrum. Senior Congress leader Shashi Tharoor was scathing in his remarks. Tharoor said that the moment has come to start writing ‘obituaries for the Parliamentary democracy’ in our country. “The message is very simple, in a Parliamentary democracy we are looking at a situation in which the government, whose responsibility is to run the Parliament, is not taking its responsibility seriously.” He said that the Centre showed no willingness to honour the convention of Parliamentary democracy.

A major security breach occurs, instead of fulfilling his duty as a minister, (Shah), insults Parliamentary democracy by not only refusing to appear in the House, which is his duty, but also going outside and issuing press statements, saying all the things that he could have said in the House,” Tharoor said.

“In the conventions of Parliamentary democracy that is the rule. But it wasn’t done. So from our point of view, what the government did was unacceptable and showed no willingness to honour the convention of Parliamentary democracy. Secondly, when Parliamentarians demanded the presence of the Home Minister and discussion on the issue, they were instead suspended,”  added Tharoor ,  a three- Time Lok Sabha MP.

Congress president Mallikarjun Kharge tweeted on X , We, the people of India need to Save Democracy. Passing important legislations by suspending Opposition MPs is not Democracy. It is the worst kind of authoritarianism. Our future generations will not forgive us, if we do not raise our voices against this dictatorship, NOW !

Prime Minister Narendra Modi before the session reached out to the opposition and urging them not to vent their anger of the recently concluded assembly poll results in Madhya Pradesh, Chhattisgarh, Rajasthan. But the outreach was only on the lips not followed . The government  went ahead to expel Mahua Moitra . While let- off  likes of vitriolic  MP  Ramesh Bidhuri and the MP from Karnataka Pratap Simha who allegedly gave visitors pass to the intruders resulting in security breach on December 13, 2023. A sheer brazen double standards that was exposed by senior Congress leader Manish Tewari on X . Tewari wrote, Someone who allegedly gave a password to someone to ask questions was expelled from Lok Sabha without following due process. Someone who allegedly gave passes to someone’s to smoke bomb the Lok Sabha is not accountable to any process. Double Standards never cease to amaze.

[simhae0119]

철새

내 마음과는 철새와도 같아서

어디 한 곳 정착하질 못하니

때가 되면 떠나버리고야만다.

철새는 떠날 때가, 도착지가 정해져있기라도하지.

내 마음은 언제 떠날지도 모르고

어디로 가야할지도 모르니

철새만도 못한 가여운 마음이구나

머무를 곳 없는 가련한 아이구나

[musicarenagh]

‎Join Zero Carbon Effect On ‘The Great Rewilding’ To Make The World A Better PlaceYou wouldn’t believe me if I say this is the first time the quartet Zero Carbon Band (ZCB) entered a recording studio to record a song, yet their debut EP “The Great Rewilding” says otherwise, it sounds nothing like newbies, because they are used to live set. When SI-Fi, Benjamin Simha, Rat Thunder, and Nic combine their musical powers the quartet morphs into Zero Carbon Band (ZCB), and The Great Rewilding is an end product of the band’s hard work and determination. Listening to the EP you can literally taste the band the sweat and the effort which had to go into creating this sound. The Great Rewilding has a total of 5 songs It was recorded at the Brook Studio in  Wallington., with mind-boggling lyrics the band aims at making significant changes in our ecosystem. Zero Carbon Band (ZCB) is the world’s only premiership Eco-pop band, writing unique original Indie/funk Eco-pop and they chuck in the odd upcycled eco-worded tune for a live set. The songs are unique and refreshing they are strict on making the world a better place by drawing attention to the trees surrounding us, the sea, and other contributing factor to bettering the earth. Members of the Zero Carbon Band are: Si-Fi - lead guitar and backing vocals Benjamin Simha - lead vocals, acoustic guitar Rat Thunder - drums and other percussion, backing vocals, harmonica Nic - bass, flute Tracklist    I’m a Tree Sinking Seasick Homesick Blues The Great Rewilding Commotion in the Ocean Listen to The Great Rewilding https://open.spotify.com/album/6LhybZntVLhxr0LQmoA81E Follow Zero Carbon Band Instagram Facebook Spotify

[catboy-jaebeom]

I posted 9,513 times in 2022

That's 6,262 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 7,353 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

week two of #got7revival: fave era

visually: JayB's Piercing Era

this was the first look and the first couple of pictures I've ever seen of Jaebeom, and although I wasn't present yet when it happened, mentally I'm still there and I cannot wait for him to maybe at least get his nose pierced again. YOU GUYS WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT HAS HAPPENED!! I've seen the posts of non-ahgase asking who the "piercing guy in GOT7" was, and I wish I had already been a kpop fan at that time, but alas. ( the long hair is a very pretty bonus, too!! )

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10 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#4

week one of #got7revival: bias & wrecker

bias: Jaebeom & Youngjae

jaebeom was the first member of GOT7 I found while looking for faceclaims for my fantasy novel about one and a half years ago ( march 2021 ) ; he got me and a friend into kpop and the rest is history. I love this weird cat guy ( affectionate ) with his twin moles and the utter passion and leadership he always brings to the table. I also adore that he talks about his depression and anxiety so relatively openly. he wouldn't need to, and yet he does, and I respect that a lot. it makes even me feel better about myself, and I thought I had a really good grip on mine.

once I knew the members and had gotten familiar with their character and all, I started gravitating towards youngjae as well. I sometimes wonder whether he wouldn't have been my ( actual / only ) bias in GOT7 if a) jaebeom wasn't so very special to me that it feels wrong to switch biases, and b) I had already known the members when I had gotten into GOT7, or if GOT7 hadn't been my very first group and I had already been much more familiar with how groups worked and all that. he's 97 percent shy, innocent maknae, and 3 percent a wicked minx who nobody can be mad at and I love that for him.

the bottom line is that I bias them both and they seem to be okay with having shared custody, if you wanna call it that. I'm calling it that now.

btw, I always consider those people the bias that I have a soft spot for, who I relate to on a personality level, who make me feel all warm and cozy when I watch them do their thing — and the wrecker is the one that just wrecks me with their visuals or voice or whatever it is. I can't look at them for long because that's overwhelming because they're so v attractive ( not saying my biases aren't, but the wreckers just take a bat and swing it at me, while the biases just don't cause that reaction in my brain ) idk, I hope this makes sense, but I've heard people describe biases as the ones that are in "first place" and the wreckers are trying to dethrone them and that's just not my definition of it. kakdif no hate tho! just wanted to explain that.

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14 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#3

not to be a nerd on main about this, but we should stop transcribing 형 / 누나 and 오빠* / 언니 as bro / sis. linguistically they have very different connotations and it's kinda driving me up a wall as someone who's very invested and interested in languages, like, I do realize that especially casual watchers of like kdramas, who just started getting into them after Netflix or whomever added a bunch of them to their library, don't really care and that's totally fine with me! it's a considerably small thing, and if you just wanna watch something without diving into the language or culture or anything, then you're totally free to, that's valid, honestly

just. that's not what those words mean, connotation-wise and every time I read "bro!" or "sis!" in Netflix's or even YT's subtitles I die a bit inside.

obviously I'm not Korean and if anyone who speaks the language well / lives in Korea and is well familiar with when those are used, wants to weigh in, feel absolutely free to!

but to break it down briefly, those are honorifics attached to a person's name if they're older than you, but not, like, significantly. older students, older colleagues at work if you're a bit more friendly with them, friends, and ( your actual ) siblings. they are normal and do not immediately imply you view the other person as a sort of sibling from another parent.

yes, they do basically translate to "older brother" / "older sister", but transcribing it with "bro" and "sis" respectively has an entirely different impact than what they are actually supposed to infer. it's a polite suffix, that can in certain situations also imply trust or a more intimate relationship, because otherwise ( especially outside of a school context ) you'd use 씨 ( shee ) after their name. just that nobody especially in a school context does that because they use 형 ( hyeong / hyung ) / 누나 ( noona ) and 오빠* ( oppa ) / 언니 ( eonnie / unnie ) — former is used by males and latter by females, both times to address an older 'brother' / an older 'sister' respectively — either alone or after their name.

the companion piece is adding 아 or 야 (-a for names with a consonant at the end or -ya for those with a vowel ) to the names of people younger than you ( or those you're close with ) — and for example in All Of Us Are Dead they do that all the time and it's not transcribed by cutesy-fying their names is it now. they just put their names into the subtitles and move on.

I personally think it'd be much better to simply use you in any other sentence and if some character yells 형! across the room in distress, to transcribe it with the other character's name for emphasis. that's for me personally the closest, connotation-wise.

or, you know, have hyeong / noona / eunnie / oppa* in the transcript / subtitles in italics and explain it with some translator annotation the first time it appears alone. but that's generally an issue with subtitles on such platforms I feel. they remove words when creating the subtitles and leave out such nuances because gods forbid they'd force casual viewers to pause the show to read the annotations akskdkf. either way,

tl;dr they don't use teen slang in kdramas all the time even if the subtitles would have you believe otherwise and it's probably a problem that stems from companies thinking they can't "bother" their customers with having to pause to read, but I think that's simply taking away important context to a depicted story and I'd really like it to stop, thank you.

*oppa is a bit special because it is also used as a sort of term of endearment by women towards their boyfriends, or like, when they flirt with them pre-relationship, so it can also imply a romantic interest, be mindful of that. but I'd assume then it'd be transcribed with some sort of babe or honey or something.

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week three of #got7revival: fave choreo

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My #1 post of 2022

can't believe my dear friend Jonathan is so polite he didn't even get angry when his host simply destroyed his shaving mirror, the only working mirror in the whole castle, especially after he didn't see him in said mirror, like, I get you are finally seeming to catch up but Jonathan pls catch up faster, I'm begging

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appa urges me to meditate after i shower. i’ve just wasted some time. worked today but then spent time just chatting and being on the internet. i went to shower at 8, masturbated and then had a nice shower. 8:20 i was out i think and wanted to study, but my saradu was wet from the shower and made my notes wet, so i waited by spending time on my phone in protest. i noticed it dried but decided i would not just start studying now in spite, but perform neivedyam as appa requested, with that meditation.

i sit down on just the floor and try to adjust my ankles. they aren’t relaxed. i close my eyes and sit up straight. stilling my breath. i’m already warm under my post-shower sweatshirt. i start saying the navarna mantra quietly but then wonder if i’m being loud. i shift to chanting internally.

it suddenly strikes me, unconsciously, as some thoughts begin to creep in, just how dumb it is. how dumb it is that thoughts creep in like this. i feel a surge of knowledge that i am in control of these thoughts too ~ it was stronger than this but shorter than this of a thought. i was surprised though, as usually thoughts creep in and out. and they tug and tug and the attention is directed and redirected. and it feels hapless and helpless. but this was an innate urge.

(perhaps the electricity that i feel that is actually tingly and a little bit uncomfortable, especially at the ajna chakra, is my kundalini. “my” so silly - HER! it’s Her)

the unthought thought about thoughts already startles me. i believe it must be the power of the mantra. it strikes me a bit afterwards that this is the magic (i use “magic” poetically here). i think in between the thing before and the next thing, i have a thought about self-realization. i think about wallis and i think about women. and i think about all the mantras and about how women just float to their self-knowledge without all these silly structures. but then it strikes me that i must stop leaving the present moment.

ways i leave the present moment are firstly excitement to tell appa about how my meditation went. i also think about writing about what i’m experiencing. i also think about how it would look to others. i think about myself reaching the goal. i realize all these thoughts as they come and realize I MUST BE HERE. I MUST BE HERE NOW! it is each of these sounds. hearing them and savoring them. that’s the present moment. it gives me a tingle between my eyebrows. and so this is what i try to do.

it is so powerful. i feel enveloped. i try to remember these sounds are goddesses but in fact what i am starting to experience is more all-encompassing.

i also have a thought somewhere at the beginning about dalit people. how i feel broken about what they are given to work with in life. i think about karma and any feelings of superiority. that thought even though i did not dwell on it, came to a similar conclusion. the conclusion that it doesn’t matter where one is. as i thought about appa and how i am given all these chances to pursue spirituality. but i conclude that it is about nothing but now. it is how you act now. thinking of the past is a desecration of the present. it has not bearing. (i think these thoughts now:) the past is simply the unraveling of previous present moments. the present moment is the creation of the future past.

i did not sit for more than 5 minutes. my experiences are so profound. i fear much and i exalt myself more. but i must just keep keeping on.

some other thoughts that came up: i wondered about wallis’s claim that shaktipat will also bring one the ability to understand deeply spiritual topics. yet most of abhinavagupta by way of thimil simha ji remains a mystery me. as i wondered earlier about dalit people, i also wondered why leaders are still not more loving to them. i feel that i can understand. but i feel that men who are regaled as spiritual masters still lack this basic kindness (and now i realize it is not only toward avarnas but toward women too). i can see why atheists are frustrated. i can see why the random internet man depicts male gods in the way he does (subreddit adventures from earlier, don’t want to elaborate here). this has gotten off topic! but it’s processing i so when i am less in the state as i was when the above was happening and after it happened :)

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I write pjo fic btw, in case this is relevant to anyone's interests!

(thanks to @simha-nakshatra for egging me on and helping patch my plot holes <33)

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I'm still working on being a human being in this heat, thanks for bearing with me 🤍

The Preadolescence of Jason Anthony Grace: A Triptych Snapshot

Or, Juno Needs A Therapist But She Uses Her Diary To Talk Herself Out Of It Instead.

Rating: !Not Rated Archive Warning: !Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: Gen Fandom: The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan Relationship: Jason Grace & Juno Characters: #Jason Grace #Juno (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: #AU - No Powers #she's virtually her own aspect of the goddess at this point #Bad Parenting #She's trying but she underestimates her own damage #Bullying #You Won't Like Tween Jason When He's Angry #Emotional Manipulation #helicopter mom!Juno #their relationship fascinates me and I want to study her like a bug under a microscope #Epistolary #Diary/Journal #Aftermath of Violence #sometimes writing is gnawing on dysfunctional thought processes like rawhide #Jason Grace has a complicated relationship with masculinity

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Navarasa Review: Netflix Anthology Makes A Fair Fist Of Delivering A Range Of Cinematic Moods

Navarasa Review: Vijay Sethupathi in a still from the anthologyCast: Suriya, Arvind Swami, Vijay Sethupathi, Siddharth, Atharvaa, Gautham, Vasudev Menon, Prasanna, Revathi, Prayaga MartinDirectors: Arvind Swami, Bejoy Nambiar, Gautham Vasudev Menon, Karthick Naren, Karthik Subbaraj, Priyadarshan, Rathindran Prasad, Sarjun, Vasanth SaiRating: 3 starsThe toughest aspect of Navarasa, a nine-film, five-hour anthology that brings together some of the brightest names of Tamil cinema, isn't its length. It is the erratic and arbitrary manner in which the nine emotions of Indian dramaturgy have been translated to the screen. But to be fair, barring an exception or two, Navarasa, streaming on Netflix, makes a fair fist of delivering a range of cinematic moods and colour palettes, if not the intended spectrum of emotions.Produced and presented by Mani Ratnam (who also contributes a story to one short and a screenplay to another) and Jayendra Panchapakesan, Navarasa was conceptualized as a means to support film industry workers impacted by the Covid-19 lockdown. None of the short films, however, factors the pandemic into its storyline. In fact, three of the films are set in the past.Two of the entries, Project Agni and Roudhram, strike a chord, one for its audacious flights of fancy, the other for its sharp delineation of place, time and people. Two others, Edhiri and Inmay, grab attention thanks both to the performances of the lead actors (Revathy and Vijay Sethupathi in the former, Parvathy Thiruvoth and Siddharth in the latter) and the emotional layering they impart to the stories.The opening film, Edhiri (Enemy), directed by Bejoy Nambiar, is about karuna (compassion). It raises hopes with a horizontally split screen opening, revealing the two principal characters, played superbly by Revathy and Vijay Sethupathi. But eventually, it isn't so much about compassion as about anger, violence, and penitence.The story of Edhiri, credited to Mani Ratnam, portrays pent-up rage and its repercussions on two people - a murderer (Sethupathi) and the wife (Revathy) of the victim (Prakash Raj in an impactful cameo). The twist is provided by the transference of the feeling of remorse from one to the other, but the shift is too sudden and too facile to pass muster.The biggest letdown in Navarasa is Priyadarshan's Summer Of `92: Hasya/Laughter. A successful Tamil cinema comedian visits his school to inaugurate its centenary celebrations and proceeds to reveal how much trouble he got into with his teachers.Navarasa Review: Suriya in still from Netflix anthologyApart from being unfunny, the film wastes two good actors - Yogi Babu, playing a version of himself, and Nedumudi Venu, in the role of a school principal looking for a match for his daughter (Ramya Nambeesan). About the only takeaway from Summer Of `92 is a dog left behind by a late Christian priest and weaned on tamarind rice from a Hindu temple. The four-legged creature leaves a quirky mark on a film that is otherwise devoid of genuine humour.Project Agni: Adbhuta/Wonder, directed by Karthick Naren, comes the closest to the emotion that it is out to evoke. The short film is at least partly a tribute to Christopher Nolan. An outlier (Arvind Swamy, who directs one of the better films of the anthology) invites a friend (Prasanna) who works at ISRO to share with him the findings of his research on the human subconscious and the origins of mankind.The researcher admits that "an obsession to see beyond our intelligence is never a good idea". But the director does not pay heed to that warning and plunges headlong into a twisted, mind-bending plot that, besides Nolan, touches upon the Mayan and Sumerian civilizations, an advanced alien race, alternate realities, past and future, Doomsday, the world of the subconscious and the notion that all human life is pre-programmed. Doesn't that sound like mumbo-jumbo? Well, it does but is delivered with delightful playfulness.The fourth film in Navarasa, Vasant S. Sai's Payasam: Bheebatsa/Disgust, invokes American poet and naturalist Diane Ackerman to assert that "disgust is danger to our soul" and then tells a story that does not quite get to the point.Set in 1965, Payasam unfolds during the wedding of a Brahmin's daughter, which is sought to be disrupted by the envious uncle (Delhi Ganesh) of the bride's father. The uncle has a widowed daughter (Aditi Balan) whose presence at her cousin's wedding is a talking point for the guests, but it is her father whose behaviour pushes things over the edge. If you are looking for the truly disgusting, Payasam isn't your bowl of dessert.Karthik Subbaraj delivers Peace: Shantih, at 28 minutes the shortest and the paciest of the nine films. The action takes place around an LTTE bunker in no man's land during the Sri Lankan civil war. A boy on the run from a village under army attack seeks help from the Tamil Tigers to rescue his brother.One of the rebels (Bobby Simha), stirred by memories of the personal losses he himself has suffered, agrees to risk his life to save another despite advice to the contrary from Master (Gautham Vasudev Menon, who has a directorial work in the mix). The film emphasizes peace even as it points to the dangers inherent in letting one's guard down.Like all the other shorts in Navarasa, debutant director Arvind Swami's Roudhram: Raudra/Anger opens with a quote. It likens "the venom of anger" to "a forest blaze that destroys everything". The film tells the story of a poor family of three - a woman (Geetha Kailasam) and her two children, a boy and a girl (Rhythvika) - whose lives spin out of control when the hot-headed son (Sreeram) strikes a man with a hammer.As the attacker is interrogated in police custody, the reason for his rage is revealed. But the film does not stop there. The social drama delivers a swift, surprise ending that alters all that has gone before. Director of photography Santosh Sivan gives the film bright splashes of colour, which provide a contrast to the bleakness of the lives portrayed. A.R. Rahman's music is an apt embellishment for the soundtrack of Roudhram.Rathindran R. Prasad falls back on Rumi - "What is fear? Non-acceptance of uncertainty" - and a musical score by Vishal Bhardwaj as he puts together Inmay (Devoid of): Bhaya/Fear, an intriguing vengeance saga that straddles fear, misgivings and horror in the same sweep.The two actors who flesh out the key characters - Siddharth and Parvathy Thiruvoth - throw all their skills into this story set in a swish, aesthetically designed Puducherry bungalow in which a male visitor and the mistress of the house discuss calligraphy and Islamic art. But under the calm surface of their conversation is a volcano waiting to erupt.Navarasa Review: Siddharth in still from Netflix anthologyThe director skillfully couches this story of great violence and surprise revelations in a beautiful bubble that bursts in face of pinpricks of a troubled past that ties the man's fate to that of the woman.The penultimate film, Sarjun KM's Thunintha Pin (Beyond Courage): Veera, is scripted by Mani Ratnam. It examines the definition of valour from the standpoint of a new police recruit (Atharva) who, within a week of finishing his combat training, is caught in a jungle ambush by Naxalites that leaves many men in his division dead.The young man is charged with the task of driving a wounded Naxalite leader (Kishore) back to the police station on the edge of the forest. It is a make-or-break chance for him to prove his mettle. Does he have it in? The rookie will discover soon enough, but the film leaves his pregnant wife (Anjali) in the lurch after allowing her a couple of scenes to assert her own brand of courage rooted in unwavering stoicism.The last film in the anthology, Guitar Kambi Mele Nindru (Tugging at My Guitar Strings): Sringara/Love, is Gautham Vasudev Menon's ode to amour. A 32-year-old Chennai singer (Suriya) lives with his mother (Tulasi) and dreams of leaving for London to become a world music composer and performer.He is about to jet off when he meets Nethra (Prayaga Rose Martin), a younger crooner who steps into his studio to record a song. The laws of attraction kick in and the man's plans go out the window in a flash. Having found his Muse and with love taking roots in his heart, the musician goes all out rediscover his voice.The actors look good and the director, as is his wont, crafts pretty frames, but the writing falls a bit by the wayside. The manner in which the film delves into the blossoming of love is undermined by the cliches of the genre.Navarasa is an uneven, bewildering welter: two are pretty good, two others are passable, and the rest are patchy. Avoid binge watching. Too exhausting. Space it out: watch two or three at a time. Read the full article