#thequirkybookaholic

[academyofbrokenhearts]

Got tagged by one of my fave mutuals @pierregaslyliked for a music game.

1. Shuffle 10 songs and tag 10 people

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up.

(I just shuffled the music in my laptop since apparently there is no option to shuffle your Spotify music library - either that or I am incompetent and could not find it)

Olivia - Dream Catcher

The KVB - Lower Depths

The Smashing Pumpkins - Take Me Down

The Clash - Revolution Rock

Placebo - I Feel You

The Cure - Doing the Unstuck

Șuie Paparude - Incantație (Dub Free Romania)

Anathema - Underworld

Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel - Make Me Smile (Come Up and See Me)

Joy Division - Disorder

2. Share your top 7 from on repeat playlist!

Tagging @clarkesyd @snarling-through-our-smiles @aliferousdreamer @ski-jumping-is-my-aesthetics @thoughtfulgardenerpirate @jamiesharkdododo @thequirkybookaholic @delulu-4-lewlew @thetearsaregone @dangermousie but there is absolutely no pressure, do it only if you feel like it. ^^

[ofbooksandstardust]

I was tagged by: @fedalgaard thank you sm <333

Rules: bold (or colour) stuff that applies to you and then tag your friends.

Appearance:

i'm over 5'5" // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery //I have had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards.

Hobbies and talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand.

Relationship:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online.

Aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season.

Miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs.

this was fun!!

tagging @drunkenromantic @ponderingrabbit-blog @thequirkybookaholic @daarchini @mangomybeloved @ashstfu @spectrestardust @folklorefairy @kodachromatics @enjoltrwolfstar

[thoughtfulfelony]

Song Tag

Rules: Pick a song for each letter of your URL, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL @ostensiblynone YOOOOOOOOO THANK YOU FOR THE TAG I also put everything in a lil playlist Cute Thing by Car Seat Headrest

Right Through by The Happy Fits

I Was Once A Loyal Lover by Death Cab For Cutie

The Fall of Home by Los Campesinos!

It`s Called:Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Cicada Days by Will Wood

A Car, A Torch, A Death by Twenty One Pilots

Lonely Eyes by The Front Bottoms

You! Me! Dancing! by Los Campesinos!

A 1000 Times by Hamilton Leithauser

Consequences by Lovejoy

Leave the City by Twenty One Pilots

Australia by The Shins

I Will Possess Your Heart by Death Cab For Cutie

My God by The Killers

Exitlude by The Killers

Doors Unlocked and Open by Death Cab For Cutie tagging literally everyone but no pressure,,,, @wanderingpie @eelo @alwaysanxiousrobot @thesparrow1996 @swampcowboy @whats-a-terrarium @kinda-late-but-here-though @thequirkybookaholic @poledancingsquid @greensweaterbi @sergeantjessi @professorsfagta @weloveagayboi @chin-up-spartan @bobolyn3

[booksydaisy]

@daisies-and-chai thank you for the tag my love 💖

No pressure tags @toiletpotato @thequirkybookaholic @misscarrots28 @darlingod

thanks for the tags @drewstarkeyslut @anqeliclust @oceandriveab @princessslutt 💕

rules: go to pinterest, type [your name] + core to show your aesthetic then post the first 6 images

no pressure tags: @rafesmuse @rafetopia @rafescurtainbangz @rafeism @amournoir @sugarcoatedstarkey @haven247 @bean-is-reading @sociorafe @lizcameron + whoever wants to

[s-horne]

48. high school reunion au (steve/tony)

“Woah. That was a big sigh.”

Tony kept his eyes on the bar-top as he sighed again. “Big problems.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mm.” Tony sipped his drink and finally looked up. When he did, his drink went down the wrong way and he spluttered. “Wow. Hi.”

The man at his side grinned, blue eyes crinkling. “Hi. So, want to talk about those problems? I’m a pretty good listener.”

“I’d rather talk about you,” Tony said, a purr slipping into his tone as though he couldn’t help himself. “I don’t remember you.”

The man’s face soured a little, handsome features twisting for just a moment. “No, I don’t expect you would. I remember you, though.”

A lot of people remembered Tony. Not all for the reasons that Tony would have liked, he thought as he turned back to his drink. He lifted his glass in a mock salute. “Two shitty high school experiences, then. I hope your reunion will be better.”

“Not been great so far,” the man said and Tony couldn’t stop himself from turning to look at him again, taking a moment to study his features.

He was gorgeous, that much Tony could admit. But however attractive he was, Tony saw nothing overly familiar about him. It was only his eyes that made Tony pause. They were a beautiful blue and there was something about them that sparked a memory. Tony just couldn’t put his finger on what it was exactly.

“Nor mine,” he said finally. “I fooled myself into thinking that my high school crush would be here, but he’s not.”

And, wow. No hesitation in admitting that. High-School-Tony would have rather been tied to the flagpole in front of every student than say he fancied a boy out loud, but times changed. His dad couldn’t hurt him anymore, after all.

“Oh?”

Tony nodded sadly, tongue flicking out to chase the straw in his drink. “Mm. Doubt you’d remember him. No one else seems to. I’m starting to think I made him up, actually.”

The man snorted. “Sounds familiar.”

“Looked nothing like you, though,” Tony said, giving the man a once-over. He quirked a grin and Tony matched it before he began to reminisce again. “He was tiny. Even compared to me, which is saying something given how big I was.”

“Wow. He really must have been small.”

“Hey!” Tony shouted even as he laughed. “But yes, he was. School punching bag, pretty much. Held his own, though. Or tried to, at the very least. Had a black eye more often than he didn’t and yet he was the fittest guy I knew.”

“Wait; who are you talking about?”

“Steve,” Tony said, sighing on the name. It still made his heart flutter, even if he hadn’t seen the guy since graduation. “Steve Rogers. Hung around with Barnes until he went off to college. I think they might have been brothers, even if the bullies used to say they were together.”

The man choked on air and Tony startled, reaching out to slap him on the back.

“Christ, are you okay?”

“You fancied him?”

Tony withdrew the helpful hand he’d offered and glared darkly instead. “Yes. Yes, I did. Were you one of the jackasses that beat him up?”

The man spluttered again, long limbs flailing so much he nearly fell from his bar stool. For someone so large, he wasn’t very aware of his size, it seemed.

“No.”

“Hm.” Tony narrowed his eyes as he settled back down. He let it go and turned back to his drink, taking another long pull. “I was going to ask him out at prom, but my dad wouldn’t let me go.”

“Maybe it was for the best,” the man said and Tony looked up at him curiously, intrigued by the careful tone, “I got beaten up at prom. Badly.”

Tony snorted and then held his hand up apologetically. “Sorry, sorry. I just bet that Steve did, too. A right knight in shining armour he was; always jumping into fights he should have stayed away from. Once, there was this girl from the chess club being harassed by the biggest guy in school and Steve–”

“What was I meant to do?” the man cut in hotly, “let her be groped?”

Realisation crashed over Tony and his mouth fell open. “Steve?” He floundered for a moment. “Steve Rogers? What happened to you? Were you a part of a government experiment; were you injected with something illegal and drug-related?”

Steve laughed, albeit a little stilted. “No. Nothing so exciting, I’m afraid. I joined the army. Me and Buck both did, right after my graduation.”

“Damn. God bless America.”

“You haven’t changed, have you?” Steve asked with a grin.

“Why would I want to?” Tony shot back, winking at Steve and ignoring the rapid pounding of his heart. He wasn’t a child anymore; he could handle a little embarrassment.

“No reason,” Steve said and his expression was so earnest that Tony felt a flicker of hope. “You should never change.”

“Thank you.”

Neither of them had looked away for a while, the air between them growing thick. When Tony hollowed his cheeks around his straw again, Steve’s gaze followed the movement.

“Well, tonight has been a disaster from start to finish,” Tony said, letting his tongue wet his bottom lip just to see Steve’s eyes fall there. “Maybe we can redeem it?”

“I’d like to think so,” Steve said, eyes darkening, “because I’m definitely not finished yet.”

(requested by @thequirkybookaholic from this list of short au prompts) 

[pineapplebread]

Idk if you have noticed cevans' ig story, when i saw the bunch of tattoos jt reminded me of your tattoo au

I was tagged in it bc it apparently reminded a lot of people of Tattoo AU Steve 😭 omg that’s so amazing akskfkkgkgkg and the video was just 👀😳🥵

[amysteryspot]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe! ❤️💫

Right back at you, baby 🥺♥️

And I’m tagging a few wonderful people because I’m lazy: @internalmess3 @justanothershelby (so glad you’re back 🤧🥺) @pollyrepents @theshelbyclan @findinghisredrighthand @smallheathgangsters @thebloodyday @peakyxtommy and anyone who sees this, because I’m all heart today (this time the blame is all on the hormones, for real).

[ambidextrousarcher]

In continuation, since Tumblr has some restrictions.

2. I am a doctor.

The right to equality, on paper, includes the right to equality before law. Unfortunately, I can confidently say that is not the case. Why? Because according to Indian law, as I was taught in Forensic Medicine, since I am/will be a doctor, the moment I raise my hand on a patient/attender, even in self-defence, I am liable to more legal consequences than the person who assaulted me. Therefore, as a doctor, under the laws of my country, I no longer am a person.

There have been ever-increasing incidents of violence against doctors, where perpetrators are barely given a slap on the wrist, even in my institution, one of the “elite” Central Government Medical Institutions, even when the assailant is a health professional themselves.

That is to say absolutely nothing of labour laws. The maximum limit in India is apparently 48 hours/week, something that took me for one by great surprise, because it’s routine that health care professionals, especially intern and resident doctors work easily 100+ hours a week.

That’s not counting the endless free consults most of us do, day in and day out. Legally, we would have the right to renumeration. Something that, most of us, when interpreting reports and offering advice over call or message to distant relatives or friends of family friends beyond duty hours, do not ask for. And yet, when we protest for our rights, the first thing we hear is “Oh, if you are protesting, it is definitely for money!” that we shame our noble profession.

The nobility of our profession, dear public, is bilateral. We cannot be noble alone. While I do not deny that there are horrible doctors who are a disgrace to the profession, I think that generalisation does us no favours.

Our motives need to be seen for what they are, especially when we are protesting for our rights.

3. I am a woman and a doctor.

This definitely bears repeating, in light of recent events, especially, when female doctors on duty have been raped and molested within the span of days, with justice nowhere to be found, for which there is a national protest of doctors currently taking place.

4. I am an intern physician

This particular sect, unfortunately, has no media coverage or news articles to defend itself, merely my ineffectual words. When calling us to protest, in our organisations, our seniors “forgot” to represent us. While protesting, they forgot to acknowledge us for our participation. All we got were scoldings and reprimands on why we worked during a strike (because our seniors were striking, and they gave us work to do, or because they themselves came to work and were calling us as well, because our strike does not cover emergency services) .

Those of us who did protest were scolded as well, as a group, for the above. When our seniors themselves do not acknowledge our efforts, who else do we have? No one.

Absolutely no one.

Tagging @dreamer-in-sleep (this is the probable future you might have to look forward to, buddy) @cosmolibra @enigma-the-mysterious @hindumyththoughts @masaladhosa (you guys are probably going through similar straits, if not worse) @hum-suffer @sanskari-kanya @thequirkybookaholic @theysaywhatasadsight @randomfandomtraveller @harinishivaa

*please note that the underlined words are hyperlinks that lead to articles that corroborate what I have written here.

Below image is one of the many taken during the protests in our college. The original photo included some information about my college, which I cropped out, because whatever may be, I don’t want to compromise the reputation of said college even in a vent post.

Pertinent Issues I and My Fraternity Face

The above picture states, in simple words, my right as an Indian citizen. (For those of you who might be used to US-centric posts and thoughts alone, I mean a citizen of the country India. In Southeast Asia.)

However, I have felt, throughout my life, and more strongly in the recent past, that as a daughter of the nation and young woman who is a doctor, especially a doctor in training aka an intern, that a lot of these rights are not being met.

I think I would like to enumerate how a lot of circumstances violate the rights of a very large section of the population of this country, more than half of it to be exact, if only to raise my voice, futile though it might be.

I belong to three groups, all of which I believe fall under vulnerable population.

1. I am a young woman.

I feel the fact that there is one rape every sixteen minutes in my country violates my right, our right to freedom and equality. For the right to freedom means I can live my life and enjoy personal liberties without any obstacles.

However, that seems to be hardly the case, because the response to the above fact about rape is restriction of our freedom and equality. How? Because the response I have heard by and large in the society, even by people I love, to such incidents is unequivocal and the same:

Don’t go outside at night. Don’t go outside with a boy. Don’t dress in a particular manner. You should always be alert. Always be polite, because what if someone stronger than you, a man, is offended and decides to sexually assault you? What if you “deserve it”?

How, I ask, can any woman deserve such horrors? When we are not safe anywhere, not in our homes, not in our workplaces, not in means of transport, not on the roads, how, then, is our right to freedom and equality protected? Especially when said equality is against discrimination on the grounds of sex as well?

I think these pictures would do a better job than I at explaining what I mean.

Image credit to Arihant Publications for the first image, and WeAreYuva on Instagram for the rest of the images.

[supermarvelgirl15]

Happy birthday mate 🎂🎉👍😊💐🎊❤️

Thank you so much!!! ❤️❤️

[kamalahkhan]

Does it mean that amithab bachan knew that we were making memes about him and silently promoting activism against this govt

should I tag him in this ask????

[sonechkaandthedynamos]

When you get this, please say 5 nice things about yourself publicly, then send it to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) :)

5 more things? 😥 thanks for the ask tho

1. My dog doesn't get scared when I give him a bath (that's my biggest flex)

2. My friends say that I am reliable

3. I can learn new languages relatively easily

4. I'm passionate

5. I can move around my city really easily

[sarcastictonystark]

Not sure what you’re reading but you guys only send me the weird ones and I’m not about to try that stuff.

[thoughtfulfelony]

ty eelo I love music tags <3

ok five songs on repeat here we goooo

1. (Nothing but) flowers by The Talking Heads

2. I Think I Need A New Heart by The Magnetic Fields

3. Too Sweet by,,, hozier,,,

4. Overcompensate/ next semester by twenty one pilots <3

5. Androgynous by The Replacements

Imma @thesparrow1996 @ostensiblynone @taigarrryen @sergeantjessi @thequirkybookaholic @whats-a-terrarium @bobolyn3 @weloveagayboi if you'd like!!!

and if I you see this feel free to reblog with some of your songs on repeat I may have forgot some people so!!

[mishastoesies]

Top 5 pixar movies (i just saw top 5 beatdown so apologies )

5. Finding Nemo

4. The Incredibles

3. Inside Out

2. Toy Story 3

1. Ratatouille 

[ad1thi]

@thequirkybookaholic replied to your post “ad1thi: ad1thi: i do find it very interesting how we as south asians...”

Maybe it has something to do with our diverse cultures within the same country and that proper representation will not be around even if it's played by someone from the same nationality I'm not saying we should be divided or anything just something i have seen often around here

i do get that and im not denying that but i feel like the solution there isn’t to get mad at the casting but to get mad at the script and the research done into the character. i think it’s ridiculous to gatekeep roles and say that only a tamilian from the south of tamil nadu can play a character who’s born in the south of tamil nadu. 

you don’t see that with black representation. ive never seen black people get upset because a black actress is from Nigeria instead of, idk Kenya - because a win for one black person is a win for all of them. I just wish that south asians had that same mentality because we’re just very divisive as a people. 

it’s not even on like a superficial level, like you see it in media, you see it in academia, you see it in literature, you see it in politics. we’re all south asians. it shouldn’t be this easy to treat us as separate and distinct minorities and pit us against each other.

[s-horne]

Stony + 47 or 48 whatever pleases you, i really don't mind

47. meeting at a festival au. 

Pride themed Stony; coming out and acceptance, age difference. 600words

**

Tony was too old for festivals. But even with that thought swirling round in his head, he had only officially come out seven months before and he wanted to celebrate it. He wanted to walk with other people that felt the same as him, wanted to go out and dance in a Pride festival where he didn’t have to hide anymore.

Being there alone was daunting, but it also gave Tony a sense of freedom that he didn’t think he’d ever felt before. His first point of call was to get drunk and even the queue for the pop-up bar couldn’t put a dampener on the tendrils of excitement that were dancing in his stomach.

“Sorry, sorry,” Tony heard as he was bumped in to from behind. “Didn’t mean to – are you alright?”

“Fine,” Tony said, flicking his hand to brush off the few drops that had spilt from his drink as he turned around. The words died on his tongue as he took in the stranger that had pushed him and he swallowed quickly, shaking his head as he wet his lips. “No harm done.”

“Good,” the man said with a grin. “I’d hate to ruin your first Pride.”

Tony huffed a laugh as he juggled his drink to slide his credit card back into his phone case and tuck it away in his pocket. “That obvious?”

“When you’ve done about eight or nine of them, you start to see the signs.”

“Wow.” Tony couldn’t imagine being out nine years ago. He was still married nine years ago, still trying to convince himself that he was straight. “That’s impressive. But, yes. My first time.”

It was empowering to admit it to a total stranger and Tony felt a little drunk even without taking a sip from his over-priced alcohol.

“Enjoy it,” the man said, stepping a little closer when someone jostled him from behind. He blinked down at Tony with bright blue eyes, a little hazy from his own alcohol intake by the looks of things. “The first time is always the best.”

A thrill went through Tony and he winked. “That’s what I’ve heard.”

Throwing his head back and letting out a booming laugh, the man rested his hand on Tony’s arm. “I like you. I’m Steve. Nice to meet you.”

“Tony. So, what are you?” As soon as they words had left his mouth, he winced, looking up sheepishly at the man that towered over him. “Sorry. Am I allowed to ask that?”

The man grinned, the glittery face-painted flag on his cheek crinkling. “You are. I’m bi. I’m here with my brother, though, and he’s straight. He’s here as an ally. There’s quite a few – you’d be surprised.”

Bi.

Bisexual. That was blue, pink and purple; Tony knew the colours on the man’s face from the hours of research that he’d finally let himself do when the ink on his divorce papers was dry.

Tony had tried to tell himself he was that, once. He wasn’t, but it was nice to know that there were bisexual people. Validating, in a way. A sort of solidarity, even if Tony wasn’t exactly the same.

Allies, as well. That was a nice thought. People that supported and helped, even if they didn’t swing the same way.

“What are you?”

Tony’s heart pounded in his chest and he fought the urge to curl his fingers into fists. “Me?” Tony cleared his throat and focused his attention on the rainbow on Steve’s shirt. “I’m gay.”

God, the guy was handsome, Tony couldn’t help but notice as a huge grin spread across Steve’s face. He held out a hand for a fist-bump. “Awesome.”

Tony snorted. He was well over 40, far too old for a fist-bump, and yet he found himself returning it with a smile. The knot in Tony’s chest loosened minutely and he relaxed the grip that was threatening to split the plastic cup in his hand. “Awesome.”

(short fic au prompt list)