#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

[banjo-murderfolk]

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

[ef-1]

tagged by my better half @wmnylander 💋

favourite colour: black/green

currently reading: the stranger by camus (again)

last song you listened to: bones by oliver koletski ( it's been stuck in my head for days I keep catching myself mumbling well you're running with the hare and hunting with hounds, I'm a bag of bones, can you sign my bones?)

last series you watched: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I literally don't remember??

last movie you watched: the departed (!)

sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury spicy

currently working on: staying alive, staying alive ha ha HA HA STAYING ALIVEEEE

tagging: @mqlaren (🔫) @thequirkybookaholic @formulol @nottiinrosso @stillgoingstrongforeternity @dewismybeloved @jillicciardo no pressure tho! + if you want to do this and you weren't tagged you can say I tagged you, I love reading these 💚

[theysaywhatasadsight]

I posted 9,079 times in 2022

1,068 posts created (12%)

8,011 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@shurisneakers

@m-an-u

@nightisagrave

@vadergf

@thequirkybookaholic

I tagged 3,138 of my posts in 2022

#tanya midnights - 42 posts

#literally - 23 posts

#exactly - 22 posts

#prev - 22 posts

#yeah - 21 posts

#dont rb - 14 posts

#hm - 13 posts

#taylor swift - 13 posts

#save - 12 posts

#yearning on main - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but these are the same people who make fun of you for reading then turn around and post pictures at litfest 💀 its been happening for years

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

When will my naina era begin bhagwaan ji

36 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

#4

Nahi padna yaar 😭

48 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#3

See the full post

52 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#2

Having a crush on like. Just Some dude (tm) is objectively so funny this is the blandest man on the planet i want to marry him

224 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So who is the internet cat you guys have parasocially imprinted upon

1,232 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

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[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

[amysteryspot]

I posted 1,876 times in 2022

277 posts created (15%)

1,599 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@moonlight-prose

@amysteryspot

@springsteens

@thequirkybookaholic

@nofckingfighting

I tagged 1,384 of my posts in 2022

Only 26% of my posts had no tags

#one queue to rule them all - 206 posts

#gifs - 137 posts

#peaky blinders - 131 posts

#miscellaneous - 124 posts

#about me? - 120 posts

#the sandman - 113 posts

#the sandman netflix - 111 posts

#ask game - 105 posts

#mystery ramblings - 101 posts

#tv shows - 89 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#the amount of anxiety that it was to arrive here and that i’m going through thinking that it will be the same when i leave may pay itself

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Lies in the dark - Thomas Shelby x Reader/Uncharacterized OC

Summary: Cecilia learns the hard way all the joy and misery that is loving Thomas Shelby.

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female reader (named)/Uncharacterized OC; Tommy x Greta

Warnings: pre-war; mild smut; mentions of abortion; cheating; swearing; drinking; smoking; mentions of illness and death; obviously not canon compliant.

English is not my first language and this wasn’t beta’d or proofread.

Word Count: 4687 (or so I’ve heard)

A/N: This was written for @thesoldiersminute​ 3k celebration (congrats again babes) ‘cause when I saw the “Is there anything you love so much, you’d protect it, no matter the cost, the damage it did to you?” immediately I screamed: TOMMY AND CECILIA. So here we are.

1. This is a prequel of “All the blood I lost with you”, but I believe it can be read as a standalone.

2. Please, PLEASE, read the warnings with caution and don’t read it if you think one of the topics will trigger you.

3. For the sake of my sanity the reader is named but uncharacterized, so if you want to replace the names, you can use the InteractiveFics Chrome extension [You’ll have to replace “Cecilia” - “Cellie” and “Clark”).

4. The explanation to why I decided to name her is only to add some depth into the story by linking her name with the actual plot of the fic. Cecilia means “blind”, in most places you search for it. I like the idea that Cecilia is blinded by her love for Tommy, like Polly said about him and Grace in the first series. As for Clarke, it means “clerk” or “priest”. It kinda makes sense to me that Tommy never lets go of her because she is his “priestess”, the one he always comes back for absolution. He doesn’t believe in God but he believes in her, in some twisted, cruel way.

5. The song from which the title was taken is “Lies in the dark” by Tove Lo (and I’m totally ignoring the fact that the song is related to Fifty shades of gray).

◄ THOMAS SHELBY MASTERLIST | GENERAL MASTERLIST ►

“Where’s Tommy?”

“Good day for you too, love,” John mocked, kissing Cecilia on the cheek, making her smile. “He’s at the Jurossi’s.”

Cecilia’s smile faltered as she averted her gaze from John, stared at the wall and swallowed the lump in her throat.

It felt like going back in time, at times she didn’t have to ask for Tommy, he would just find her. Until Greta.

She remembered the first time the lines between what they meant to each other got blurred.

The memory of that night was still alive in her memory as if it had happened yesterday. How he kissed her so sweetly and so full of hunger at the same time. How thoughtful he was in touching her, kissing her and reassuring her all the time. How right it felt when they were finally joined together as one. She woke up in his bed to find a red rose on his bedside table, only to run straight into Polly as she walked down the stairs with a grin on her lips.

After that, it became a habit, like second nature. He would search for her at any given opportunity, kissing and touching her until all she could think about was him. Spend the night in her room after climbing through her window. Sometimes in his room, they always tried to keep themselves quiet, speaking in rushed words, concealing moans and gasps by pressing their mouths into each other’s skin. Fucking on the floor so they didn’t have to bother with the bed springs making too much noise.

Yet, Cecilia wasn’t the only one. She never was. Tommy had girls throwing themselves at him the whole time. In the beginning, it was just them, and she almost believed that something would bloom out of whatever the hell they had. Soon she learned that it wasn’t enough for him. She wasn’t enough for him.

Tommy never cared about hiding the girls he fucked about with. His brothers and friends teased him about it and he only smirked, telling them to shut up, but he never denied it. Not with her. Their little escapades were always meticulously calculated so nobody would see them together in a compromising position. Of course, Cecilia was at the Shelbys all the time and she was, indeed, Tommy’s friend, he never made a move to acknowledge their relationship. On the contrary, he was keen on keeping it hidden. Cecilia would always be Tommy’s dirty secret.

She still had the moment realisation dawned upon her.

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157 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#4

You taste like danger | J.T.

Summary: Is it loving Jax Teller worth the ride? Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Reader Fandom: Sons of Anarchy Warnings: tiny bit of angst Prompt: “I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies. Kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye.” from Halsey’s prompt list (Badlands) Requested by anonymous Word count: 297 A/N: A special thanks to @writercole for helping me figure this out.

He tasted like danger. All boyish smiles, wearing leather and jeans, the reaper proudly on his back, blonde hair and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Jax Teller screamed trouble at the first look and yet, (Y/N) couldn’t help but find her way to his bed. “You’re trouble, baby,” Jax breathed against her lips. “I am trouble? Really?”(Y/N) arched one eyebrow making him laugh before pecking her lips. “Yeah, you are. Keeps a guy coming back for more.” “I’m so sorry if I’m keeping you from the long queue of crow eaters that are surely waiting to have a taste of you.” He smirked, pressing his body against hers a little more. “Jealous much?” “You’ll never belong to one woman, Jax.” The blond opened his mouth to talk but was interrupted by Chibs calling him. “Go,” (Y/N) sighed. “We’re not done here, sweetheart,” he said, kissing her on the lips before leaving. “Yeah, sure,” she said to herself, straightening herself to leave the club, only to run into Gemma. “Gemma,” she greeted. “You should give him a chance.” “Give him a chance for what?” (Y/N) asked, confused. “To love you.” “Gemma, we both know Jax is not the monogamous type of guy,” (Y/N) scoffed. “I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies. Kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye.” “Yeah, it does sound like my son,” Gemma says, giving her a sideways smile. “And we both know how this ends.” Gemma looks past her sadly, focusing on the old bike at the end of the hallway. “I do, but it’s normally worth the ride, sweetheart.” Her footsteps echo as she strides away, leaving (Y/N) alone, her words echoing in her ears.

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165 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#3

Missed You | Thomas Shelby x Reader

Prompt: 34. i missed you kisses [from this list]

Warnings: none (what a miracle)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Gender Neutral Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

It catches Tommy completely by surprise. One minute you’re entering the pub and in the next your arms are around his neck and your lips on his. He reached for your waist, instinctively, hearing the whistles and snarky comments of the man around but can’t find it in him to care much.

You had been away for three weeks helping an aunt that lives in the countryside and Tommy couldn’t deny how much the lack of your presence had affected him. He missed you.

When your lips part, he sees the smile on your face as your foreheads touch.

“What was that about?”

“Nothing. I just missed you.”

Taglist: @tommydoesntpayforsuits @ilovemanypeople​ @mikeys-thighs@nerdy4itall @internalmess3 @captivatedbycillianmurphy @caelys @annisse @lyarr24@theshelbyclan @datewithgianni​ @freyagallileaevans​ @lauren-raines-x​ @skinny-bitch-juice​ @leeroysdancer @eliseline​ @katmoonz​ @pxstellumx

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166 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

#2

Can’t wait - Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

Prompt: 31. kitchen counter make-outs [from this list]

Warnings: making out; swearing

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

So enthralled in making dinner, you didn’t hear Tommy entering the kitchen. One minute you were checking his mom’s cookbook–or what was left of it–the next strong arms were encircling your waist and bringing you flush to a firm body.

“You’re early,” you comment, smiling.

His face is nestled in the crook of your neck, placing hungry kisses on your skin.

“Couldn’t wait to see you.”

You gasp when he makes quick work of turning you around, lifting you up to the kitchen counter before kissing you hungrily.

“Tommy,” you protest weekly. “Dinner…”

“Dinner can wait. I can’t.”

You don’t even try to pretend you don’t want him. His touch alone made you shiver. Seeing him hungry for you made you melt. Simple as that.

You dodged his next kiss to look him in the eyes, as he huffed in frustration.

“Turn off the stove.”

He smirked, mischievously, making quick work on releasing you following your order.

When he got back between your legs his hands were already tracing a path up from your calves to your hips, dragging your skirt with them as he kissed you thoroughly.

“Missed you,” he murmured against your lips in between kisses.

“God, you’re insatiable. We’ve fucked this morning.”

“Will never have enough of you.”

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259 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The right moment | B.B.

Summary: Sometimes waiting for the moment pays off.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Warnings: swearing; Rooster being a cheeky bastard.

Word count: 313

A/N: This is my very first time writing for the Top Gun fandom, obviously the first time writing for Rooster too. I hope this is good because it was fun to write. Also, this was barely edited.

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613 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

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[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 👀😳🥵

[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.

[banjo-murderfolk]

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!!

[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????

[starkrogerrs]

I am just going to ramble here to you, but i really want to see steve and tony in old love au, it's a short story by Jeffrey archer but i want to see somebody write it. It's super adorbs and i thought it went well with the pair. The guy and the girl both were academic rivals in the literature, like they both would constantly lock horns with each other, but they marry later on. The ending was super sad tho. The wife dies of a heart attack so the husband shoots himself with a pistol after that.

listen i went and wiki-ed the summary like an absolute FOOL AND C R I E D. it's the enemies to lovers au but make it english and old and steve tony would just,,, fit? they always do.

steve as william and tony as phillippa, budding undergraduates at Oxford and being their juvenile selves. they share the same classes of course, and they're both really good at english. their competitive spirit manifests in the form of them showing each other down in front of their teacher, sir nicholas fury, because that's their thing now. they're arrogant and hateful, never having the patience to understand the other. neither ever submits.

anyway it's not long before their constant bickering and hurling their opinions at each other, across the classroom turns into something else for the both of them and they start to yearn.

one day, tony's mother dies and that shakes him to his very core and inevitably, he finds solace in steve. this brings them closer and they, what do you know, start to fall in love. steve comforts tony by not being loving, but by being his usual self and insulting tony to the point that tony fights back. but each knows what one actually means.

just like that, they get married and it's strange to see two people who fight so much together but rumor has it that they are never really apart, save for a few hours here and there.

steve and tony continue to live their lives as an old, bickering couple until one day after they've fought over a The Times crossword, tony has a heart attack and dies on the spot, calling out for steve who isn't there. steve finds out a few hours later and shoots himself, a note beside his body- "forgive me. i had to let him know."

it's what they said; they were never really apart, even in death.

[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).

[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