#indians wear on independence day

[greenunoreversecard]

Kai general and Romantic headcanons

A/N:sorry if I got any of the characters wrong, I was using a combo of wiki/Google translate as I don't speak any of the languages mentioned. Pls let me know if I got any info wrong, i will gladly go in and change it to make it right.

General:

Half Indian and half Chinese.

His and nya's last name is 鄭 (Zheng), but he says it's Smith bc when they where younger he got in the habit of lying about his name so he Didnt have to deal with CPS.

His ma is from Visakhapatnam in Andhra Pradesh, and was a practicing Hindu. Ray is from the 云南 (yunnan) province, and was a practicing theravida Buddhist. Ray is ethnically from the 傣族 (dai people, also spelt Tai in english)

Before his parents dissapearances, they both brought him to their hometowns, and actively taught him both cultures and religions, which he continued to learn about and even teach Nya about after their dissapearances.

When he was 14 he bought a small boat and him and Nya rode it across the costal line, and he promised Nya one day when he was older he'd bring the both of them to their parents hometowns.

He's a Buddhist.

He speaks so many languages.

Like so many

He's fluent in Thai, mandarin and cantonese chinese, telugu, urdu, hindi, Punjabi, arabic and ninjago-ian(idk whatever language ninjago speaks)

Also trying to learn Indonesian.

He also knows yunnan dialect bc his dad would speak in it more often than not

Absorbes info like a sponge

He likes to quilt

He always wears a golden bracelet He got from his moms jewelry box after she left.

Likes to draw but is bad at it, so he colors coloring books

Introvert

He may act all confident, but he really isn't. super insecure

Soooo good with hair

Like, has all the stops. 10 step hair care routine

rivals Zanes cooking skills.

When working out focuses on building rather than lean muscle.

Mother friend

has dragged all of his friends into the water splashing festival.

Fatal flaw is loyalty and kind of hubris (it's conflicting, ik with the insecure and extreme pride, but like- it makes sense in my head. Inferiority/maybe superiority complex.)(it makes sense bc this is such me behavior. Imagine hating yourself but thinking ur the baddest bitch alive)

Likes to stare at fire

If he can't sleep he'll make a small bonfire to stare at and think

insomnia

Chronic cigarette smoker

Romantic:

Hes more show than tell

Def acts of service (me frfr)

Although, he is very cuddly.

Not in public, though. Maybe infront of the other ninja if it was a rough day

Loves to rock you gently from side to side when yall are hug

loves to give you temple kisses

He's very gentle with you, treats you like glass

You wil prolly say ily first, and he'll go;"🧍‍♂️...cool?"

He has mommy and daddy issues, but HEAVY on the mommy issues. Have fun with this hyper-independant fuck who can't accept help without feeling like a failure even though they need it (I'm not projecting you are)

Goes all out for holidays and anniversaries.

Doberman/German Shepard vibes tbh

When it's just you two he doesn't feel the need to fill the air with meaningless chatter, so if he feels safe enough to just share air without talking feel honoured and cherish it bc that means he actually trusts you.

A little rough around the edges, but will remember that thing you said 5years ago on ur first date

Most dates are chill inside and take a nap

But sometimes if he can he takes you on the town or someplace fancy

Also likes to show you his favorite childhood spots

#greeny's inbox #kai ninjago #Ninjago #ninjago headcanons #lego ninjago #ninjago fandom #Ninjago x reader #Ninjago x male reader #Ninjago x you #ninjago kai x reader #ninjago kai #kai smith x reader #kai jiang #nya jiang #kai smith #Ninjago Kai Zheng

[koshish-karna-is-kartavya]

This blog really made me rethink my approach towards my culture and how whitewashed people around me really are. It made me try indian sweets from different states and not being ashamed to speak hindi in situations where the people around me prefer to stick to English to be more professional. However, this acceptance and realisation has in itself been a journey because i used to be a very non desi person with an inclination towards western things and culture because i was conditioned to believe that it is cooler than indian things. In highschool I realised that it is okay to have different interests and when i got the freedom to purchase things for leisure independently I naturally chose desi items . From their it started feeling like an aesthetic that i was choosing for myself. Now i have come to the realisation that it was still superficial. It was an acceptance of the aesthetic not of the entire culture. It helped me find out who i am and think independently, but i did not grasp it entirely. I understand it and like it , but I’m not it . Living in a house where they keep making things Minimalistic and western and progressive I realise that if we need everyone to be more involved in desi lifestyle and art, we should start treating it as a natural part of our everyday lives. Why do we need plain toothbrushes with a modern design yet no indian element . I understand the need for minimalism and that Indian art and culture has always been the opposite. But what if we take elements of it and use it in modern design. Most importantly, manufacture and design all this in india. Globalisation has lead to people having a disregard of their culture. Globalisation is being modern these days. I see so many people wearing korean outfits nowadays. While it is alright to express yourself using fashion as a medium I hold the belief that no one can ever be completely happy wearing or using anything that doesnt have a hint of their culture and roots. Girls are happy wearing kurtis with jeans. They will prefer that over a tshirt and jeans. An outfit that doesn’t have an indian element will always make me feel like I am missing something. It might be fine for a day , but I can’t have that aesthetic around me forever. I love how architecture and interior magazines of india have modern architecture infused with desi elements . It could be jaaliwork instead of western windows. Indian Woodwork instead of fluted panels. Wallpaper with indian motif prints , or just simple sculptures with some indian element. What’s a home without a hint of your roots.

#indian dark academia #desi aesthetic #desi academia #indian aesthetic #desi tumblr #art aesthetic #urdu aesthetic #desi shit posting #desi moodboard #escapism #desi indian #indian artist #design #desi #brown academia #brown

[edithhaimbergernotebook]

Tibetan Uprising Day 2024 and a Half-Forgotten Human Rights Disaster

Protesters on Tibetan Uprising Day at Pariser Platz. Berlin, March 10, 2024. Photograph by me (Edith Haimberger). All rights reserved.

"Tibetans inside Tibet: We are with you!"

— sign at Berlin protest on March 10, 2024

The red, yellow and blue colours of Tibet's flag flew across the Pariser Platz square behind Brandenburg Gate on Sunday as some 80 protesters gathered for Tibetan Uprising Day.

Reeducation camps for Uyghur Muslims in China, more rarely developments in Hong Kong, and controversies around the Dalai Lama who is the spiritual leader of Tibetan Buddhists, may dominate international news headlines.

But the plight of inhabitants in the Tibetan region that the protestors portrayed in signs, speeches, and information panels yesterday is no longer common knowledge.

A youngish man in jeans and a puffer jacket, who was walking across the square on Sunday, asked the police officer beside him who had mentioned Tibet, "Was ist das?" ('What is it?') The police officer, at least, knew the answer.

Miniature History In 1950 the Chinese People's Liberation Army invaded the remote region bordering Nepal. Ever since then, the autonomy or even the independence of Tibet has been hotly disputed, as well as the measures through which the ruling Chinese Communist Party governs the country. Tibetan Uprising Day marks the anniversary of a revolt in 1959.

Image: "Tibetexpedition, Kloster in Samada." (Tibet Expedition, Convent [or Monastery] in Samada.) Photo taken by Ernst Krause in 1938. Uploaded to Wikimedia Commons by the German Federal Archives.

'Many of us standing here today,' a speaker wearing traditional embroidered clothing told the crowd in Berlin, 'have never been in Tibet.'

Instead the protesters on Sunday were often exiles, many second-generation.

Their relatives in Tibet face systematic repression.

"Menschenrechte für Tibet" "Freiheit für Tibet"

— 'Human rights for Tibet' and 'Freedom for Tibet.' Signs at the Berlin protest on March 10, 2024.

The Berlin speakers accused the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) of cultural genocide. Children as young as 5 years old are sent to residential boarding schools where they are educated as Chinese, while Tibetan language and culture are forbidden.

Monasteries and convents that were destroyed in the mid-20th century and only partly rebuilt in the 1980s remain vulnerable.

The Chinese government has been building massive hydroelectric dams in Tibet. Permission from Tibetans is not asked, a reporter from Tibet.tv said at the protest in Berlin. Instead, entire villages and monasteries, dating back even to the times where Europe was in the Middle Ages, are destroyed.

Local Tibetans who protest mega-dam projects are arrested and, at times, beaten.

A-Nya Sengdra, a nomad in Qinghai province, is in the middle of a 7-year prison sentence on charges like 'provoking trouble.' In a 2020 press release from the UN's Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights, experts say that he had been active for example against "illegal hunting and poaching of endangered animals."

As his prison sentence continues, friends are worried for his health.

Outside Tibet, in his Indian exile of Dharamshala, the Dalai Lama has also spoken enigmatically about his successor as spiritual leader. He is 88 years old. The reincarnation of the Dalai Lama has a spiritual dimension for Tibetan Buddhists, but the Chinese Communist Party — a secular body —wants the next Dalai Lama to be approved by them first.

But, also explaining why Tibet is seldom in news headlines, it is difficult to obtain information from within the region. Writing for the Human Rights Watch website in 2022, an expert spoke of

draconian controls on the flow of information between Tibet and the outside world *

The Heyday of International Awareness of Tibet In the 1980s and 90s and early 2000s, Tibet was a cause célèbre. Actress Sharon Stone and actor Richard Gere, who are Tibetan Buddhist, spoke out in favour of its independence. The Tibet-inspired American fantasy film The Golden Child (1986) earned $149.4 million at the box office. In 1997, two films followed: Kundun, directed by Martin Scorsese, and Seven Years in Tibet . When this reporter arrived in Germany in 2006, a string of Tibetan prayer flags crossed above a neighbourhood street. Tourists were drawn to Tibet — this has not changed: it is estimated that 15 million of them visited in 2015. But Tibet was not just famous in cultural spheres. In 1989, the Dalai Lama won the Nobel Prize for Peace.

*

Tenuous links exist between Tibetans in countries like Germany and Tibetans in the Tibetan Autonomous Region. But the CCP's surveillance extends beyond international borders. Telephone calls may be monitored, participation in protests by Tibetans in exile become a problem for relatives.

Young women at the Tibetan protest in Berlin, Germany, speak out against the Chinese Communist Party's gathering of DNA as part of a surveillance programme. Photograph taken by me (Edith Haimberger), on Sunday, March 10, 2024. All rights reserved.

Surveillance within Tibet is so severe that human rights organizations and activists reported in 2022 that the CCP are gathering DNA on a large scale — of hundreds of thousands of people, including schoolchildren — to track dissidents.

*

The Tibet Initiative Deutschland and the Gesellschaft für bedrohte Völker, two non-governmental groups, co-organized the Berlin protest on March 10.

The Gesellschaft noted on their social media that German Chancellor Olaf Scholz will travel to China in April.

In Tibetan communities in the country and abroad there are conflicting opinions on how to resist the Chinese Communist Party. Peacefully, through classic forms of protest? Through self-immolation?

"We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed."

— Quoted during the March 10 protest. From Martin Luther King, Jr.: Letter from a Birmingham Jail (1963) [Wikiquote]

A speaker from the Tibet Initiative Deutschland described his group's campaign to persuade municipalities across Germany to raise the flag of Tibet over their town halls for Tibetan Uprising Day in solidarity. Over 400, he said, had agreed.

Efforts at the federal level by the German chancellor, foreign minister, and others on behalf of minorities' civil and political rights, however, are apparently often undermined by German corporations.

A representative of the Gesellschaft für bedrohte Völker told the crowd in front of the German Foreign Ministry yesterday:

Corporations doing business within China — the German foreign ministry reports in its China-Strategie publication that there are 5,000 of these — lobby for silence, fearing financial losses.

[lalazeewrites]

RETURN OF TAG GAMES

i know i have been gone for what in fandom time is 'forever', so thank you a million for tagging me @celestialmickey @heymrspatel @tanktopgallavich @vintagelacerosette @energievie @stocious @metalheadmickey @gallagher-milkovich

name: lala/larisa

age: 35 but i’m permanently stuck at 25 in my head, i always forget

where in the world are you? 📍 an hour north of chicago, near the wisconsin border

the meaning behind your URL: very self explanatory, i’m not creative with names hehe. but lalazee is my nickname and zee is because my last name is a z name. again, not creative lol

your second favorite color: pink!

any pets? one cat with the personality of a soft bunny & another cat with the personality of a surly dragon

favorite season: autumn!

last thing you read: ‘the only good indians’ by stephen graham jones

last song you listened to: ‘so much (for) stardust’ by fob is playing as i type! i am a true blue lifelong feral fan from ‘take this to your grave (2003) album fan onwards. i’ve already listened to this album so much that my almost ten year old knows most of the words to most of the songs lol

what are you wearing right now? grinning skeleton holding up a coffee cup w a smiley face on it that says ‘STAYIN’ ALIVE’ & pink shorts

a hobby of yours: writing! singing! hiking! camping! cooking! all things horror!

your comfort show or movie: i feel like your comfort movies & shows might not be your all time favs, but more like movies & shows that are easy on your brain to absorb when you’re skull is feeling soupy. as a true 90’s kid, i gravitate for comfort toward those big box office action or disaster films like jurassic park, twister, independence day, the mummy (and 2), men in black, jumanji, matrix, anaconda, etc. . . i have a thing for big monsters & big battles, so also count pacific rim as one of my favorite movies ever too haha

and finally, what are you up to today? it’s spring break! but my spinal surgery blah blah is still healing so i’m relaxing at home while my mom takes my kid to the arcade and candy shop! they’ve been gone four hours, so i can only assume they’ve had a good time lol

FANDOM EDITION

your first fandom(s): First fandom on the INTERNET would have been Star Trek XI. First media that i was unhinged about: X-Files, X-Men, Xena, Sailor Moon (apparently I couldn’t find another X related interest LOL)

your current fandom(s): My Hero Academia, Shameless, Stranger Things, Attack on Titan. . .I actively read for about 5 other fandoms other than those (Supernatural, Witcher, FMA, LOTR, Star Trek), but I’m currently actively writing in these.

how did you first get into fandom? Back when I was living in Glasgow, Scotland, it was my 21st birthday, and my friends and I were going to see a horror movie. Turned out, the tickets were sold out, so we decided to see Star Trek XI. I’d NEVER watched Trek in my life, didn’t know a thing about it, and when I walked out of that theater I was a totally changed human and now I am a Trek Encyclopedia LOL

how long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? Since 2009, so like 14 years.

how often do you read fanfics? Every day, if my brain is healthy enough that day! I sometimes take breaks of a couple months and only read published books though, I feel I get a different experience from both that I can equally appreciate.

top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): Mickey Milkovich, Bakugou Katsuki, Billy Hargrove. Angry disaster babies, I guess.

have you ever written a fic for a fandom? I’ve written 167 fics, not including those on my Patreon. So, over 170 fics, at least.

have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? No! Funny that I got accepted on scholarship to NIU for Theater & Art, partially on my art portfolio, but I never create any art for anything!

share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: Ian loves his mom more than he feels comfortable saying, because he feels like it's a family and even personal betrayal. I think it’s impossible to accurately describe how to feels to grow up with an abusive parent who vacillates wildly between adoring and abusive, but there’s no feeling quite like loving and hating your parent, desperately wishing you could be what they wanted so they’d stay, and hoping you never see them again. I know we’ve seen Ian follow Monica more than any other kids, but I think that any time he curses her out to his siblings or whoever else, each bad word is also like a self-cut.

you’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) If for My Hero Academia, I would have them watch the Heroes Rising movie, for Shameless I don’t even KNOW where I’d begin tbh LOL

and finally, what does fandom mean to you? Fandom is family! I’ve been in fandom for fourteen years, and I have so so so many real life friends who have been with me through literally the hardest parts of my life. My divorce, my ex husband going to prison, the birth of my child, me being a single parent, moving back to America, my coma, my kidney transplant. My fandom friends from across the world have uplifted me and been my support system through every single high and low. I don’t know how I’d be here without them, quite literally.

#tag game #about me #thanks for not forgetting me guys #sorry for my wall of text

[beardedmrbean]

NEW DELHI (Reuters) - India's foreign minister on Thursday hit out at Canada for allowing a float in a parade depicting the 1984 assassination of Indian Prime Minister Indira Gandhi by her bodyguards, perceived to be glorification of violence by Sikh separatists.

"I think there is a larger underlying issue about the space which is given to separatists, to extremists, to people who advocate violence," S. Jaishankar told reporters in New Delhi while commenting about the tableau in a parade.

"I think it is not good for relationships, not good for Canada," he said.

Canada's High Commissioner for India also condemned the incident at a parade by Sikh activists in the Canadian city of Brampton. Video circulated in recent days on the internet showed a tableau from the parade featuring Gandhi wearing a blood-stained white saree with her hands up as turban-clad men pointed guns at her. A poster behind the scene read: "Revenge".

"I am appalled by reports of an event in Canada that celebrated the assassination of late Indian Prime Minister Indira Gandhi," Cameron MacKay said on Twitter.

"There is no place in Canada for hate or for the glorification of violence. I categorically condemn these activities."

Reuters was not immediately able to reach the organisers of the parade for comment.

Indira Gandhi was assassinated in 1984 by two Sikh bodyguards after she allowed the storming of the holiest Sikh temple, aimed at flushing out Sikh separatists who demanded an independent homeland to be known as Khalistan.

The storming of the temple angered Sikhs around the world. The death toll in the attack remains disputed, with Indian authorities putting it in the hundreds and Sikh groups in the thousands.

Canada has the highest population of Sikhs outside their home state of Punjab in India.

Earlier this year India summoned Canada's High Commissioner to convey concern over pro-Khalistan protesters in Canada who breached the security of India's diplomatic mission and consulates.

Bilateral commercial relations between the two countries are worth $100 billion, which includes $70 billion of Canadian portfolio investment, according to Indian figures.

#nunyas news #i can see how this might be upsetting #do the organizers not inspect the floats or something like that

[vvatchword]

Chapter 1: Take the Head

You remember Pa teaching you how to pop the head off of a chicken. You weren’t very big yet, maybe five. You had always been taught to treat the animals with respect, so it jarred you to yank the chicken up by the throat. The chicken flapped and kicked; the golden eye latched on yours, a panicked pinpoint.

You couldn’t break her neck. You tried and you tried but you just rubbed her throat in a circle over and over like you were trying to give her an Indian burn. She frantically scratched your arm up and down, her beak gaping in a terrified pant. You know now that you could have done it easily—a chicken’s spine is little more resistant than a dry stick or a pencil—but that was just the problem: she wasn’t either of those things.

Then Pa took her from you, wrapped his fist around the throat, and popped the head clean off. He held the head out to you. The eyes had closed. The lids were soft and pink. Her face was peaceful. Her body still kicked.

“See?” he said. “Easy. She didn’t feel a thing.”

There was blood on Pa’s hands. When he pointed out the cockerel for you to try again, there was blood on your hands, too.

** You aren’t much of a conversationalist. You’ve gone on dates where you barely spoke a word. Your coworkers don’t know your name. You work in a factory line, screwing in one piece at a time. Dull work, monotonous work. Lets your brain run on its own time at its own pace.

You like to remember lists during such times. Pa taught you about something called a “mind palace,” a detailed map you build in your mind and store thoughts inside of. Somehow recall is easier when you can imagine them in a physical space. You store your shopping lists there. You also store guns—lists about makes, models, ammunition.

Guns have been a special interest of yours since childhood. You would save pages out of the Sears catalog as a child and tape them on the wall so you saw them when you woke up. You were fascinated how they went together and would draw them in their disparate parts before drawing them put together again. You liked drawing them from all different angles just to admire the geometry. You checked out books on guns from the library so often that the librarian started setting aside new offerings for you. You had never been able to own guns of your own, but you practiced with your father’s Mark I Sturm Ruger and the old .22. You could ping prairie dogs like a pro.

You like to think that eventually, you’ll buy one of your own. You know just the model—the BAR, or Browning Automatic Rifle—full-aut, carried by Bonnie and Clyde, running second-fiddle to the M1 Garand throughout World War II. When you repeat the gun list, you think “BAR” before any of the others; it is the highest honor you can bestow.

You like monotony for the same reason you like lists. There’s something relaxing about rhythms. It’s like music, like dance. You can’t dance, of course—you never learned. You don’t own a record player, either—you don’t spend money on frivolous things. The Depression is still a heavy black cloud in the back of your mind. You lived on a farm, so your belly never went empty, but you also didn’t grow up wearing shoes.

You are 28. Or is it 29? It’s been a while since you’ve thought about your birthday. It’s on July 3. “Our independence baby,” someone said. It may have been Pa, but you don’t remember exactly; you were very small. You do remember Ma replying that it was one day off and they weren’t in America anyway, so it didn’t count. You were disappointed for some reason; sure, you know it doesn’t make a difference either way, but it would be nice to have something special that was just your own. Oh, Ma and Pa told you you were going to do great things someday—that’s something you could believe when you were, say, eight. But then you had to make your way in the world and all the world offered was a factory line, a small dark room, and the weather. It’s hard to believe in anything magnificent at the bottom of a hole.

**

You live in sparsely-furnished rooms in cheap apartments near the ocean. On weekdays, you make your bed, eat breakfast (eggs, toast, coffee with cream), shave, dress, go to work (screw, screw, screw), come home and turn on the radio (evening news, then whatever entertainment strikes your fancy, usually action and adventure programs), drink a beer while completing the evening ablutions (wash dishes, pack lunch for tomorrow, shower, set alarm clock, read evening edition in bed until you get tired).

Sometimes you go to your neighbor’s to watch their television in exchange for a beer; you sit side by side and quietly drink as Lucy gambols and the laugh track rolls. On Saturdays, you go shopping for the household essentials and stand in lines while the grocer bags produce and the butcher cuts your lunch meat.

If it’s nice enough, you walk down to the ocean to stretch your legs. It’s not a pretty place by any means; a sodden gray beach where colorless rushes thrust insistent heads and sun-bleached shells lie. In winter, it’s even more dreary; the Atlantic is a sullen gray sweep and the nasty cold steals your breath. It’s the kind of cold that makes you feel wet and heavy even if you haven’t touched water.

You have never felt as though the sea is a nice place; you distinctly remember deciding this back when you first entered the town. Even in the summer, when the water is glassy green and the beach crowded with tourists, you feel as though the sea is a vast and apathetic monster—apocalyptic in size, in scale, in potential. Apocalyptic: you don’t go to church, but that’s the word that comes to you. The sea feels as though it should be the focus of worship, the kind of thing you sacrifice to; you’ve never held much by spiritual claptrap, but you will grant one place worthy of godhood.

You did not grow up near the sea. You grew up in Kansas, a land so flat you used to roll up papers like spyglasses and try to see Japan. You moved to the coast of New Jersey because you’d wanted to see the ocean. No—no, it may well have been because of the factory job. They do pay well and they probably printed something in the help ads. A family friend in New York often sends newspaper clippings with his letters just to be of service. Yes, that would make a great deal more sense: “I heard Jack is looking for a job,” he’d say. “Here are some local ones that are right up his alley.”

Yes, now that you think about it, that’s exactly what happened. The sea was a bonus—until you saw it. But how were you to know what the sea was really like until you went there? It’s too bad someone couldn’t have told you.

Sometimes you think you should move away, but learning new routines is such a pain that you just put up with it. Someday you’ll probably get tired enough to leave. The way the cold weaponizes itself with humidity tires you down to your bones.

You know, you haven’t thought of the family friend in a while. What was his name again? Joe? Jim? John? One of those common names. You’ll have to check your address book. It’s been a while since you’ve heard from him. You should write sometime to make sure he’s all right.

For that matter, you haven’t heard from your parents. When did they last write? Hell! Maybe it’s your turn to write. Yes, it’s your turn to write for certain; that would explain why you haven’t received any letters recently. You do tend to forget minutiae with the humdrum flow of everyday life. Your parents are older now; you know better than to leave them without a word every now and then. Your mother must be worried sick.

You decide to purchase some stationery and stamps that weekend, but you forget until the invitation comes, and by that time, it’s far too late. You didn’t know that then, of course. You didn’t know much of anything, if you have to be honest.

UPRISING: BLACK SCRAPBOOK HUB

#bioshock #fanfiction #jack wynand #vvatchword #uprising #part iv #chapter 1 first section #first draft subject to change #been hamstrung by video game mechanics because while in-game they make a lot of sense in-literature it sounds like a video game #another big challenge is to make it stand out in a horde of similar attempts and give it unique concepts that make it a worthwhile companion #big theme in uprising is bodily autonomy and how it is one of the most essential parts of human experience and yet so commonly reviled #kill yourself any number of ways but don't you dare fucking live #ive written some brutal shit before but this is going places my bitches

[starlightshadowsworld]

Indian Grover and Pakistani Grace siblings

Thalia answering every stupid question with "on my head!"

All of them huddling beside radios, hearing glimpses of coke studio songs.

That Grover will later play on his pipes.

Grover wearing a forest green dupatta around his shoulders and wrapping scared demigods and animals in it.

Granting them protection.

Jason who wears Ittr because it reminds him of his mother.

Thalia who has a nose ring.

Dramatic recreations of old Bollywood movies.

"I’m telling you there’s no way they aren’t demigods" theorising which actors are demigods.

Jason adores poetry, Urdu shayari.

Grover tossing atta over the camp fire to make roti and andi’s when their homesick. Even with magical food it tastes better when it’s cooked.

Thalia who often swaps her hunters outfit for white salwar kameez when she means business.

Jason who wears his praetor’s cape like a dupatta.

All of them watching the stars together.

Putting up the India and Pakistani flags on their respective independence days (India: 15th August, Pakistan: 14 August.)

And on those days they don’t listen to anyone if they can help it, stating this is the day no one can control us.

@desi-rrverse

#jason grace #indian grover #grover underwood #desi jason grace #desi thalia grace #thalia grace #poc grover #desi grover #heroes of olympus #percy jackson tv show

[katherinebotten]

Diabetes Type III

Two hipsters are in Footscray Mall, they are on a date. It is a guy and a girl. A homeless man asks them for money. The girl gives him money and smiles knowing the code she’s sending to her male date is that she’s a good person.

The homeless guy talks back to her and they have a fake conversation for about ten seconds, because it's a part of the exchange that the homeless guy is paid to pretend he doesn't deserve to be on the street. His role in this three-person play recollects him from deviation. She doesn't want to be talking to him. She is pretending. She shouldn't be on a date with a guy who she has to perform a false-self in front of. The homeless guy doesn't want to earn his keep like a clown at The Royal Adelaide Show. Everyone involved is being dishonest. No one actually wants to be engaging with another. Even on a date you are just stuffing holes. 

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction and the homeless man has further calcified his hopeless clown mask and the hipster retard has further calcified her Married to the Mayor in the 1940s mask. They are making a random man Work For The Dole and no-one's Autonomic Nervous System is relaxed. The two hipsters on a date and the homeless man just played out old survival strategies, which feels bad every time we do it, even if it's unconscious, because it adds to our vibrational signature, and because playing small is false and the metaphysical false is the same as running off batteries instead of running off infinite effortlessly regenerative Source Energy (like biodynamic/permaculture).

VS.

Later that day all parties from the above minor exchange will engage in a mix of over- or under-consumption, depending on each parties long pre-established coping mechanisms, as they will now know their attempts at everyday freedom were met by the border security of their bodies nervous system’s, and their visa applications to leave the confinement of the Old Survival Law were rejected. 

A grief sits underneath.

Physics is subtle. 

Energetically the hipster couple on a date in Footscray:

Made the homeless guy be a comedian.

Energetically raped the homeless man.

Limited variation, having the effect of bleaching culture. 

Were nazi’s killing out variation. 

Were big industry mandating monoculture. 

Were the Work For The Dole police.

Demonstrated violence against women by re-affirming limited female behaviour.

The girl raped her male date by forcing him to stand-witness to her fear-based programming.

For three dollars the girl took two men’s freedom. 

The homeless guy drugged himself, and the two on the date, by perpetuating a scenario that would result in all parties acting out in a way later on to re-establish regulation of their nervous systems.

The two leftists on a date would be jailed in spiritual court for starting off a reaction that will inevitably end in the inorganic chemical alteration of three of God’s Children’s physiology. 

This could be through the obvious avenues, or the less obvious for example: cursing at someone from inside a car, gossiping, over-cleaning, taking melatonin to sleep, drinking coffee, being on antidepressants, wearing any shoe that isn’t a bare-foot shoe, getting tattoos, or eating fruit.

If you explain this to a magician they understand.

I gave up being an influential fine artist to become a magician. 

I am looking for other magicians.

I was driving from Adelaide to Melbourne the long route, no highways, and went through lots of tiny townships. In country Australia everyone is dressed like an eshay. 

Brunswick East has a significant Lack of Culture. There is no Actual Difference in Brunswick East. Karen R. Hurd is a biochemist and nutritionist in America. She talks about the condition of the villi lining the small intestine. You want the villi to be standing tall, proud, engorged with blood and vital but within its natural resting-working-states, and independent. Like the Great Indian Spirit of America. The food we eat makes our villi flat and smooshed like when fake-artists make “felted” fabric out of clumping fibre together, or a backpacker's squashed dreads. In Brunswick East the villi is smooth. Conflict and disagreement is important for the ecosystem. 

VS.

Rap music makes villi flat because it is about bandaging fear instead of confronting it.

In Melbourne Fine Art sex, hate, death, apathy, violence, drugs, and post-modernism is common and cheap. In a country town it is easy and simple to do ice and dress like Eminem. Simple signifiers secure safety. The most hard looking Unit is the most scared Unit. The most stylish cool Melbourne artist whore is the most scared Melbourne artist whore. When you act on being scared you are not an artist. Anyone can contribute - to contribute does not mean to create. Melbourne art galleries with death names is smooth-villi culture. It is stable to do what is common. Our inner-child wants to feel safe. The nervous system is dysregulated and we run on defaulted survival mechanisms like layering second-hand designer clothing. It feels good to pitch a ball low like when the anaesthetist puts the gas mask over your mouth and nose and says to take “a big deep breath”. Girls starve themselves for summer and the prize is being looked at.

Everyone who says they like Ice Spice is a regressed loser not an artist. There is a lot of confusion in fine art about who is an artist. I know two artists they are On The Dimensional Quest, and the rest are parrots pursuing what is horizontal. Contributing to the culture is not the same as making a new one. Death art is mono-culture, it’s one crop. Low-ball anaesthetic art has the same effect as antibiotics and maybe those who can’t survive infection should die. 

I’m honouring my villi and sculpting it like a true fine artist which means one that creates. Everyone else is a phoney two-bit actor, I didn’t know we were living in LA. We must get underneath the programming given to us by our parents, who were given their programming, all the way back to Adam and Eve, who were gifted consciousness by leaving the Garden. Underneath all the lying. 

No one caring about what is new could be on The Quest. Artists must only care about what is True. 

I am guiding the villi to stand up on their own and be independent and autonomous and in doing so the villi are morphing from Bob Marley dreads to big antennaes like from the 1970’s.

The villi are picking up on more frequencies and the villi themselves are acting like sails on a super-yacht and I’m sailing around quicker and smoother and sending out signals and wavelength beep bops and I’m begging for my billionaire magickian husband to pick up on the frequency because I feel so fucking alone. 

At our core sits our subconscious, the designer authenticator. It sends out a wavelength. Everything in your material plane is a sculptural representation of this personal wavelength. The way I’m making art today is rejecting the physical world and cultivating Great Internal Change. This guy is coming to fuck me and sail around Australia with me and at night he decorates me with Tibetan Prayer Flags and then stuffs them into my cunt with his fist.

I am so lonely I feel like I was born in New Caledonia without friends, only books and TV and I’m staring out into the ocean and I might as well have cataracts because who cares about Vision when you can’t see.

Fine Art is merely fashion. Transcendental Meditation is definitively a cult and fake but they talk about if your mind is an ocean then dropping down deep into The Source Of All Thought at the bottom like James Cameron’s Deep Sea Challenger. 

Fine Artists are cowards who need to become magicians but most are too scared.

I had a friend, we don’t talk anymore, that’s the pattern. She said “the way someone looks is the least interesting thing about them”. A vibrational signature radiates out and casts marks like Style, and a vampire mirrors-back and sneaks under diamond-security vault laser beam radars and gets in close because Glamour dresses snakes up like trance-inducing pendulums. Iconoclasm hones in on the skills we need to remain present when the Nervous System is Dysregulated and taken by false idols like low-value beauty. This is a quality difference similar to chocolates that look the same but one brand leaves a coat of oil in your mouth. There is a resonance difference. We come to learn to uncouple from the authority of appearance. Iconoclasm helps us develop our own internal energetic compass. Artists become tuning forks. Artists become theremin's. Melbourne Germany art heads are Anko-ass Kmart-ass spectrum bleachers and magicians are and should be invisible because vampires don’t deserve to see them. Making a painting or a sculpture or having a show is mediaeval. Saved by grace through faith, not works.

Spider tattoo prostitutes are the only people economically able to live alone in Australia. Patrick Sandberg and Paul Cupo contributed to culture and now they can holiday in Miami and live alone in Los Angeles and New York, doing what they do best, which is writing and thinking and putting clothes together, watching movies, laughing and having friends, but in Melbourne there are no rewards. It’s Diabetes Type Three.

I took a long service leave to go find us all something else. I sit at Williamstown and stare at the water. There's a giant ladder reaching into the sky. Practitioners like Irene and Seth Lyon, Jessa Reed, Neville Godard, and Josef Strau, hold the hand of the people vibrationally below them and lift them up. This is the chain of atonement described in A Course In Miracles. We extend upward like a spire constructed like vernacular architecture from bits and whatever is around. It is DIY punk but not ugly and only elegant because it is pure purpose and function, not identity. The people at the top you can’t see because they are vibrating at such a rapid speed and of such fine a frequency that they have dissolved into space and time. The string from the bottom of the ground to the top of the sky reads like a historical time-line of technology evolving. At the bottom the people are like VHS and in the middle they are like Blu-ray and near the top they are streaming, and at the top top they are just Imagination which is God carnate.

When I spin so fast I dissolve for the final time I am not coming back to help anyone!

#katherine botten

[karlheinz-sama]

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icl i wanted to answer this as karl but i remembered some funny stories so yh

my great grandmother, so my mothers grandmother was a great woman. i mean she slayed, im talking 1920s housewife who lives on the border of the slums dealing with every bullshit possible this was before the partition of india pakistan. she dealt with insane amounts of racism, she lived through the partition, then the independence war from bangladesh because we live sea side ish. she lost one husband left with my grandfather, she married again and fought against every attempt of ostracisation her community threw at her, then she got married again. a love marriage too. and she live she really did to the best of her abilities both her sons studied till class 12, one even attempted college. she got mad at people, once she dragged a woman by her hair in our lawn and beat her with a sandal, other times she was so happy when we finally got a movie thing ( im not quite sure if it was a projector) in the community that she bought everyone a saree told their husbands to fuck off and do the house work because she wanted to watch a movie with her friends. she made homemade facials, and took meticulous care of her hair oiling it every day, she taught my grandmother and my mother all her favourite recipes. she refused to go a day without wearing gold because it was a bad sign , whether it be a thin necklace or heavy 9 carat earrings that covered her entire ears.

then there was her second son, my step- grandfather who wrote erotic letter for money. fun story okay. im talking top of his class, he's like smart asf he reads indian, persian, english AND french literature. all self taught, and one day his friends like i wanna write a romantic letter to my gf so he consolidates my step-grandpa for some writing tip and my s-grandpa writes him some next level french/hindi love letter for lunch money. his fame grows there are boys paying left and right and it finally happens someone asks him to letter sext a gal. and he does he does it so well the seniors are coming to him for help. but then remember still the mid 90s sex and love is very taboo. one of his (muslim) friends runs away with his (hindu) gf and her father finds the letters he storms into the school and find out my step-grandpa's writing matches with the letter and he gets the living fuckery beat out of him. eventually, he does graduate, but he's so smart that even though his family is beyond disappointed, i mean they won't even look or talk to him, he's given money to go over to the next town my train and take an exam to get into college he rides the train halfway and gets off at a city where he goes to watch a projection of a french burlesque club idk what made him go, he liked the arts, music, literature his parents never understood why this meant he had to like the taboo parts of these things. anyways he shows up to his exam late but early enough to be allowed in. finishes all 3 exams and falls asleep with 20-25 mins to go. he came out with the highest score in the state. still got his ass beat when he came home.

anyways the reason i found out about him was i woke up to my mum crying in the middle of the night in the corner of my room, and i was confused to what was going on. when she finally showed me my iPad where i found reiji x yui smut fanfic still open on a tab. and that's the day 11 year old me found out how taboo the whole sex thing was in the family, they didnt look at my step- grandpa the same for the next 35 years. until he ended up paralysed and bedridden but he still wasn't allowed to see his nieces and nephews properly cuz they thought he was a creep now.

#no dl #but also dl #because karl acoount #but admin stuff #kallisto #dl #diabolik lovers #diahell #karlheinz sakamaki #admins family #yah

[ramblersaccount]

18

In 2020, like much of the world, I experienced a lot of change. However, it felt somewhat less disruptive for me personally than for many others. Yes, the global pandemic turned our world upside down in a matter of days, but it was also the year I turned 18 and was supposed to transition into a young adult – Aaliah, version 2.0, with newfound independence and cooler vibes. I had anticipated a grand transformation in the way people perceived and treated me. I imagined myself becoming more sociable, attending parties, and embracing a more carefree lifestyle, no longer reliant on my parents for permission. Well, as it turned out, that's not quite how things played out. *Cue the sad trombone*

But that's perfectly okay; I could undertake the "Aaliah transformation" right from the comfort of my own home. TikTok had already gained considerable popularity as a social media platform before the pandemic, and I had recently created an account. The platform was rampant with self-proclaimed "self-care" gurus offering advice on how to take care of yourself during lockdown. They covered everything from skincare routines and dietary tips to picking up new hobbies. These content creators were there to both entertain and educate the masses. I found myself saving videos on the best recipes for weight loss, effective at-home skincare remedies, and guides on discovering my personal "aesthetic." Before I knew it, I was comparing myself to the people I saw on the app, wondering why I couldn't look more like them. Unfortunately, this remains a habit I struggle with to this day.

At that time, I weighed 115 pounds and really only had one proper meal a day. Even before the pandemic, I rarely had breakfast or dinner but would grab a sandwich or a snack after school and before my sports practices. Now that I was spending my entire day at home, my eating habits started to change, and I developed a fear of becoming "too big." I was a self-conscious teenager, plagued by worries about whether I was good enough.

My school was relatively small and predominantly Hispanic. In my grade, I could only recall about seven Black students, with me and one of the boys having the darkest skin tones. I also had a bit of a tomboyish style. This combination of factors made me feel somewhat less attractive than my peers. Additionally, I sometimes felt as though I was pigeonholed into the category of the "angry dark-skinned social justice warrior." 

I had never been in a relationship, and it seemed like no one had ever shown genuine interest in me, so I felt the need to reinvent myself. Despite my best efforts, I began gaining weight, and to my surprise, I actually liked it. I had always had curves, but now they were more pronounced, making me appear older and healthier, and I thought it suited me. I started experimenting with makeup and trying out new hairstyles and clothing, and I had mixed feelings about the whole process. Each new style I tried seemed to meet with resistance from my parents, making me feel like nothing ever looked quite right on me.

My excitement soared when I received acceptance to Lincoln University. Located in Pennsylvania, it meant I would be on my own, and being an HBCU (Historically Black Colleges and Universities) meant I'd finally get to experience being around more Black people than I ever had in my previous schools, truly immersing myself in American Black culture. I knew I'd never fully grasp it, coming from a West Indian household, but I was thrilled to be around people who looked like me.

When I moved into my dorm, the pandemic was still ongoing, so we had to quarantine for about a week. But after that initial period, college life began to unfold just as I had envisioned, at least for the first week. I hung out with a random group of people initially, only to never talk to them again, as it turned out. However, I embraced the clothing I wanted to wear and felt confident, albeit with a sense of artificial confidence. Strangely, every time I stepped out of my room, I felt a subtle tightness in my chest. Were my hand movements awkward? Why did I make eye contact with that person? They probably think I look out of place. These thoughts weighed on me with every step I took.

In time, I found myself leaving my room only to eat and occasionally get some fresh air. Surprisingly my anxiety about people had nothing to do with COVID and everything to do with my self-esteem. Luckily my room never felt like a prison; it was simply my sanctuary. I oddly never felt lonely, even though I spent most of my time by myself. I would read, watch TikToks, practice my dancing, paint, and do anything I wanted. I even tried out new recipes using a little toaster I definitely wasn't supposed to have. I felt free and content in my self-imposed solitude.

The only thing missing was my family, the food I loved, and the familiarity of my city. Lincoln was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by farms. There were only fake Italian restaurants and Domino's for dining options. The cafeteria's ethnic food could only hold me over for so long. I missed my mom's pelau and the ability to buy doubles. I longed for visits to the deli and taking the train. Living by myself made me happy, but I wished I could do it back home. 

Reflecting on it now, I regret missing out on the opportunity to socialize, but I am grateful for the time I had to be with myself. In hindsight, I see that it was essential for my personal growth. During that time alone, I discovered a deeper understanding of myself and learned to appreciate the journey of self-discovery. In moments of self-reflection and solitude, we often uncover our true selves, which can grow and flourish as we become more self-aware. Life's paradox is that while we seek connections with others, we must also connect with our inner selves. This inner journey helps us become more complete and better at forming meaningful connections with the world. 

[buzz-london]

Happy Indian independence day 🙏🏼

ShriNatji at Ville Parle haveli is wearing the colours of the Indian flag today!

#pushti #temple murti #juhu

[normalweirdoboy]

Changing my profile pictures till Independence Day...

75 years of political independence, I think it's worth celebrating ^^

I say political independence, because socially and economically, India has a long way to go...

Not until we get rid of our judgemental nature, all the stupid stereotypes, the ethnic and religious discrimination, not until all Indians sleep with a filled stomach and a peaceful mind, without fear of being rebuked for the language they speak, the colour of their skin, their gender and sexuality, the clothes they wear, their occupation or political beliefs, can we call this nation free.

Until then, we are still slaves to destiny. A destiny determined by our past.

We are not free until we write our fate based on the present.

But let's keep faith, we can do it if we're together in this! Jai Hind!

- Ogni (@normalweirdoboy @bongboyblog @urdu-mizaaj )

#normalweirdoboy #india #75th independence day #indian independence day #indian #desi #country #nation #national symbols #national flag #destiny #thoughts

[ireadyabooks]

Celebrate Galentine’s Day with our fave strong, female protagonists! 💞

In the words of Miley Cyrus: “I can buy myself flowers!” 🌹 Celebrate self-love & female friendship this Galentine’s Day with our fave leading ladies in YA! 💘

ELIZA: THIS TIME IT’S REAL 

When seventeen-year-old Eliza Lin’s essay about meeting the love of her life unexpectedly goes viral, her entire life changes overnight. Now she has the approval of her classmates at her new international school in Beijing, a career-launching internship opportunity at her favorite magazine…and a massive secret to keep. Eliza made her essay up. She’s never been in a relationship before, let alone in love. All good writing is lying, right?

Desperate to hide the truth, Eliza strikes a deal with the famous actor in her class, the charming but aloof Caz Song. She’ll help him write his college applications if he poses as her boyfriend. Caz is a dream boyfriend -- he passes handwritten notes to her in class, makes her little sister laugh, and takes her out on motorcycle rides to the best snack stalls around the city.

But when her relationship with Caz starts feeling a little too convincing, all of Eliza’s carefully laid plans are threatened. Can she still follow her dreams if it means breaking her own heart? 

DAISY: YOU, ME, AND OUR HEARTSTRINGS

Daisy and Noah have the same plan: use the holiday concert to land a Julliard audition. But when they're chosen to play a duet for the concert, they worry that their differences will sink their chances.

Noah, a cello prodigy from a long line of musicians, wants to stick to tradition. Daisy, a fiercely independent disabled violinist, is used to fighting for what she wants and likes to take risks. But the two surprise each other when they play. They fall perfectly in tune.

After their performance goes viral, the rest of the country falls for them just as surely as they're falling for each other. But viral fame isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. No one seems to care about their talent or their music at all. People have rewritten their love story into one where Daisy is an inspiration for overcoming her cerebral palsy and Noah is a saint for seeing past it.

Daisy is tired of her disability being the only thing people see about her, and all of the attention sends Noah’s anxiety disorder into high speed. They can see their dream coming closer than it’s ever been before. But is the cost suddenly too high?

LEELA: DEBATING DARCY

This Pride & Prejudice retelling brings New York Times bestselling Sayantani DasGupta’s trademark wit and insight to her bright and funny YA debut!

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Leela Bose plays to win.

A life-long speech competitor, Leela loves nothing more than crushing the competition, all while wearing a smile. But when she meets the incorrigible Firoze Darcy, a debater from an elitist private school, Leela can’t stand him. Unfortunately, he’ll be competing in the state league, so their paths are set to collide.

But why attempt to tolerate Firoze when Leela can one-up him? The situation is more complicated than Leela anticipated, though, and her participation in the tournament reveals that she might have tragically misjudged the debaters -- including Firoze Darcy -- and more than just her own winning streak is at stake…her heart is, too.

Debating Darcy is bestselling author Sayantani DasGupta’s reinterpretation of beloved classic Pride and Prejudice -- imaginative, hilarious, thought-provoking, and truly reflective of the complex, diverse world of American high school culture.

CICELY: A GIRL’S GUIDE TO LOVE & MAGIC 

Perfect for fans of The Sun Is Also a Star and Blackout, this YA novel from Debbie Rigaud is a celebration of Haitian and Caribbean culture, and a story of first love, vodou, and finding yourself, all set against the backdrop of the West Indian Day Parade in Brooklyn.

Cicely Destin lives for the West Indian Day Parade, the joyous celebration of Caribbean culture that takes over the streets of her neighborhood. She loves waving the Haitian flag, sampling delicious foods, and cheering for the floats. And this year? She’ll get to hang with her stylish aunt, an influencer known for dabbling in Haitian Vodou.

And maybe spot her dreamy crush, Kwame, in the crowd.

But fate has other ideas. Before the parade, a rogue, mischievous spirit seems to take possession of Cicely's aunt during a spiritual reading. Cicely hardly knows anything about Vodou, or how to get someone un-possessed. But it’s up to her to set things right--and the clock is ticking. She'll have to enlist the help of her quick-thinking best friend, Renee, and, as luck would have it...Kwame.

Cicely, her friends, and the reckless spirit who is now their charge set off on a thrilling scavenger hunt to gather the ceremonial items they need. And along the way, will Cicely discover surprising powers of her on?

#galentinesday #valentines day #romancebooks #yabooks #ireadya #teenbooks

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 4.12

Holidays

Anniversary of the Big Wind

Big Wind Day

Children’s Day (Bolivia, Haiti)

Cosmonaut Day (a.k.a. Cosmonautics Day; Russia)

D.E.A.R. Day (a.k.a. Drop Everything And Read Day)

Eat All Your Snacks Before the Movie Even Starts Day

Education and Sharing Day [11 Nissan]

Festival to Preserve Corn (Cochumatan Indians; Guatemala)

412 Day

Global Day to End Child Sexual Abuse

Halifax Day (North Carolina)

Hell is a Democracy Day

Human Spaceflight Day

International Day for Street Children

International Day of Human Space Flight

Jersey Day (Canada)

Kamakura Matsuri (Japan)

Lakritsdagen (Sweden)

Lucid Dreaming Day

National Boob Touch Day

National Colorado Day

National Deskfast

National Dolores Day

National Elbow Day

National For Twelves Day

National Gavin Day

National Hanging Out Day

National Julia Day National Mac Day

National Maya Day

National Only Child Day

National Radiologic & Imaging Nurses Day

National Redemption Day (Liberia)

National Shagging Day

National Silvia Day

Nicki Day

Pan Day (Japan)

Portable Typewriter Day 

Reach As High As You Can Day

Russian Cosmonaut Day

Selena Day (Texas)

Single Mother Appreciation Day

Songkran begins (Thailand) [Extra day added in 2018]

Teak Awareness Day

Walk On Your Wild Side Day

Wear a Star Day

World Hamster Day

Yuri's Night (International)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Colorado Pint Day

National Buy a Loaf of Bread Day

National Grilled Cheese Sandwich Day

National Licorice Day

2nd Wednesday in April

International Day of Pink [2nd Wednesday]

International Provenance Research Day [2nd Wednesday]

National Bookmobile Day [Wednesday of 2nd Full Week]

Independence Days

Nye (a.k.a. Republic of Nye, f.k.a. Nye County; Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Adoniram Judson (Episcopal Church)

Alferius (Christian; Saint)

A. Ligator (Muppetism)

Angelo Carletti di Chivasso (Christian; Saint)

Cerealia (Old Roman Goddess of Grain, Ceres)

Ekādaśī Tithi (Hunduism)

Eratosthenes (Positivist; Saint)

Erkembode (Christian; Saint)

Jord’s Day (Pagan)

Julius I, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Naughty Noodle Day (Pastafarian)

Print Olive Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Robert Delaunay (Artology)

Saba (a.k.a. Sabas the Goth; Christian; Saint)

Teresa of the Andes (Christian; Saint)

Victor of Braga (Christian; Martyr)

William Pellicone (Artology)

Zeno of Verona (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s Zombie Jesus Day.)

Premieres

Bend it Like Beckham (Film; 2002)

The Coup, by John Updike (Novel; 1979)

Desperately Seeking Susan (Film; 1985)

The Emancipation of Mimi, by Mariah Carey (Album; 2005)

42 (Film; 2013)

Garth Brooks, by Garth Brooks (Album; 1989)

Grace Under Pressure, by Rush (Album; 1984)

Grand Hotel (Film; 1932)

Impromptu (Film; 1991)

It Would Be So nice, by Pink Floyd (Song; 1968)

I Want It That Way, by The Backstreet Boys (Song; 1999)

James and the Giant Peach (Animated Film; 1996)

Lake Wobegon Days, by Garrison Keillor (Novel; 1985)

Live Through This, by Hole (Album; 1994)

Mad Max (Film; 1979)

Missing Link (Animated Film; 2019)

Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (Film; 1936)

Mr. Tambourine Man, by The Byrds (Song; 1965)

Murmur, by R.E.M. (Album; 1983)

Oberon, by Carl Maria von Weber (Opera; 1826)

The Pebble and the Penguin (Animated Film; 1995)

Penguin Highway (Anime Film; 2019)

Pluto’s Kid Brother (Disney Cartoon; 1946)

Rebecca (Film; 1940)

Rock Around the Clock, recorded by Bill Haley (Song; 1954)

Save Rock and Roll, by Fall Out Boy (Album; 2013)

Shake, Rattle and Roll, by Big Joe Turner (Song; 1954)

Strange Lady in Town (Film; 1955)

The Shadow of a Gunman, by Sean O’Casey (Play; 1923)

The Sweetest Thing (Film; 2002)

Tender Is the Night, by F. Scott Fitzgerald (Novel; 1934)

21 Jump Street (TV Series; 1987)

Wasting Light, by the Foo Fighters (Album; 2011)

Woodchopper’s Baby, recorded by Woody Herman (Song; 1939)

Today’s Name Days

Herta, Julius, Zeno (Austria)

Davorka, Julije, Sofija, Viktor (Croatia)

Julius (Czech Republic)

Julius (Denmark)

Julius, Udo, Ullo, Ulrik, Uudo (Estonia)

Janna, Janni, Julia, Juliaana, Julius, Juuli (Finland)

Jules (France)

Herta, Julius, Zeno (Germany)

Akakios, Anthe, Anthi (Greece)

Gyula (Hungary)

Giulio, Zenone (Italy)

Ainis, Jūlijs (Latvia)

Damijonas, Galkantas, Julijus, Jūratė (Lithuania)

Julie, Julius (Norway)

Andrzej, Iwan, Juliusz, Siemiodrog, Wiktor, Wiktoriusz, Zenon, Zenona (Poland)

Sava (Romania)

Estera (Slovakia)

Constantino, Julio (Spain)

Julius, Liv (Sweden)

Destin, Destinee, Destiny, Dulce, Walker (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 102 of 2024; 263 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 15 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 25 of 28]

Chinese: Second Month 2 (Gui-Mao), Day 22 (GENG-ZI)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 21 Nisan 5783

Islamic: 21 Ramadan 1444

J Cal: 11 Aqua; Foursday [11 of 30]

Julian: 30 March 2023

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 18 Archimedes (4th Month) [Eratosthenes]

Runic Half Month: Man (Human Being) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 24 of 90)

Zodiac: Aries (Day 23 of 30)

#Holidays

[astrophilic-soul]

Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!

Thank you so much for the tag @betty-bourgeoisie , @fumblingmusings and @koolkat9 !!💜💜💜

What book are you currently reading?

The Penguin History of Early India from Origins to AD 1300 by Romila Thapar! I’ve become a bit more interested in my culture recently so I figured I would buy this book in order to start with some ancient history. It’s been interesting!

I started the book very recently so I havn’t gotten too far yet lol, but it’s super interesting! It talks about the perspectives of Indian history in the beginning (which I love so much!) and then dives into Indian civilization,society, culture and all that.

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theatres this year?

I don’t really to the movies too often unless my family takes me with them lol, uhh…I guess it would have to be a movie that’s in my language lol.. Ponniyin Selvan, it’s a story that takes place in an ancient empire in Southern India :)

What do you usually wear?

This is so embarrassing, but just like- normal clothes: jeans and a t-shirt. But if I’m feeling less lazy than usual? Maybe a slight crop top, dress or something special lol

How tall are you?

5’1 ft (154.94 cm) 🫠

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Taurus. Norway’s independence day and Racial Segregation in the US ended :) I don’t think I share a birthday with any celebrity lol

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

Ah, both I guess. I go by my name in public but use my nickname family wise because that just feels right.(My name’s hard to pronounce so…sorry for anyone I’ve inconvenienced irl lol)

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Not yet lol, but one day I hope

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

No, and I guess I’ve had a semi crush on like 3 people in my life lol. I do have one currently but it’s unlikely so whatever.

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I’m good at history but horrible at math

Dogs or cats?

Cats

What’s something you would like to create content for?

I wish I had more time to create content in general but if I could create more content for anything? Alt History or Time Travel Hetalia :/ I love world building and trying to figure out what would happen but never have the time or motivation :(

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?

I write and I guess I loved writing A Date! It’s the only thing I actually finished this year though so…

But if I was talking about WIPs as well? Probably Blood Soaked Soil or Forgotten Winds if I ever get to finishing it 🫠

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Wednesday, but I haven’t really finished it yet

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

I guess my visit to India. I haven’t went since lockdown and the visit was shorter than I wanted it to be (I got my US citizenship though so it was worth it lol)

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

Having some what of a green thumb! I actually grew a plant and it survived and is currently growing new leaves so I’m taking that as a win lol

Are you religious?    

Nah, but I enjoy learning about Hinduism! Hinduism has a ton of mythology, it’s very interesting to learn about/hear and I love visiting temples! So I guess technically? I absolutely hate praying and doing all that religious stuff tho lol

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

The ability to not procrastinate

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Holidays 5.11

Holidays

Aso ote Tala Lei (Gospel Day; Tuvalu)

Azores Day

Blow Bubbles For Your Cat Day

Bob Marley Day (Jamaica)

Christmas Banned Day (Puritans; 1659)

Day of the Military Police of the National Armed Forces (Indonesia)

Empty the Tanks Day

Feynman Day (On “Eureka”)

511 Day

Fritillary Day (French Republic)

Hawthorn Day

Human Rights Day (Vietnam)

International Strange Music Festival

International Technology Day

Joan of Arc Day (Orleans, France)

Lokadagur (Iceland)

The Long and Winding Road Day

Mata Tirtha Aunsi (Mother’s Day; Nepal)

Military Police Day (Indonesia)

Miskolc Day (Hungary)

Mixed Race Irish Day

Moose Hide Campaign Day (Canada)

National Deer Association Giving Day

National Foam Rolling Day

National Forest Planting Day (Russia)

National Girls Learning Code Day

National Hairy Nosed Wombat Day (Australia)

National Wear Red Pants Day

National Technology Day (India)

National Tree Planting Day (Malaysia)

Old May Eve

Parthenope Asteroid Day

Richard Feynman Day

Sex Difference in Health Awareness Day

Somerset Day (UK)

Tubeless Tire Day

Twilight Zone Day

Victoria Sponge Day

Witching Day (Isle of Man)

World Ego Awareness Day

World Keffiyeh Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Ball Day (Sweden)

Eat What You Want Day [also 12.16]

Eat Without Guilt Day

Hostess Cupcake Day

National Mocha Torte Day

Independence & Related Days

Imvrassia (Declared; 2011) [unrecognized]

Minnesota Statehood Day (#32; 1858)

Siam (Changed its name to Thailand; 1949)

2nd Saturday in May

American Indian Day [2nd Saturday]

Birth Mother's Day [2nd Saturday]

Black Fae Day [2nd Saturday]

Brunch for Lunch Day [Saturday before Mother's Day]

Cook With Your Kids Day [2nd Saturday]

Cornelia de Lange Syndrome Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]

Duckling Day (Boston) [2nd Saturday]

Global Big Day [2nd Saturday]

International Lugger Falcon Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]

International Migratory Bird Day [2nd Saturday]

Jamestown Day (Virginia) [2nd Saturday]

Letter Carriers "Stamp Out Hunger" Food Drive Day [2nd Saturday]

Martin Z. Mollusk Day (Ocean City, NJ) [Saturday of 1st Full Week]

Mother Ocean Day [Saturday before 2nd Sunday]

National Animal Disaster Preparedness Day [2nd Saturday]

National Archery Day [2nd Saturday]

National Babysitters Day [Saturday before Mother's Day]

National Bake Sale Day [2nd Saturday]

National Balloon Day (UK) [2nd Saturday]

National Cycling Day (Netherlands) [2nd Saturday]

National Dog Mom’s Day [Saturday before Mother's Day]

National Mild Day (UK) [2nd Saturday]

National Miniature Golf Day [2nd Saturday]

National Train Day [2nd Saturday]

National Windmill Day (Netherlands) [2nd Saturday]

Native American Day (f.k.a. American Indian Day) [2nd Saturday]

Prairie Appreciation Day [2nd Saturday]

Stay Up All Night Day [2nd Saturday]

Sun Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]

World Belly Dance Day [2nd Saturday]

World Binturong Day [2nd Saturday]

World Bonsai Day [2nd Saturday]

World Buckfast Day [2nd Saturday]

World Collage Day [2nd Saturday]

World Fair Trade Day [2nd Saturday]

World Migratory Bird Day (UN) [2nd Saturday]

Yale Day of Service [2nd Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning May 11 (1st Full Week)

Armed Forces Week (thru 5.18) [2nd Saturday to 3rd Sunday]

Brain Injury Awareness Week (thru 5.17)

National Mills Weekend (UK; thru 5.12) [2nd Saturday & Sunday]

World Migratory Bird Weekend (thru 5.12) [2nd Saturday & Sunday]

Festivals Beginning May 11, 2024

Bacon Festival (McDonale, Tennessee)

Beer, Bourbon & BBQ Festival DC Metro (Washington D.C.)

Brews, Boils & Bubbles (New Orleans, Louisiana)

Buzz B-Q (North Little Rock, Arkansas)

Cochon de Lait Festival (Mansura, Louisiana)

Dillsburg PickleFest (Dillsburg, Pennsylvania)

Fairy Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Royal Humans Foundation Day (Shamanism)

Hiawassee Highlands Wine Festival (Hiawassee, Georgia)

Hickory Hops Brewer's Festival (Hickory, North Carolina)

La Ceiba Carnival (La Ceiba, Honduras) [thru 5.25]

Lotus Lantern Festival (Seoul, South Korea) [thru 5.15]

Maryland Craft Beer Festival (Frederick, Maryland)

MT Brewers Spring Rendezvous (Bozeman, Montana)

Mud Bug Boil Off (Thibodaux, Louisiana)

'Of Ale & History Beer Festival (Middletown, Virginia)

Oz Comic-Con (Perth, Australia) [thru 5.12]

Paradise Chocolate Fest (Paradise, California)

Paso Robles Olive Festival & Lavender Festival (Paso Robles, California)

Rip Van Winkle Wine, Brew & Beverage Festival (Catskill, New York)

Stilwell Strawberry Festival (Stilwell, Oklahoma)

St. Louis Microfest (St. Louis, Missouri)

Saint Pontius Fair (Barcelona, Spain)

Taste of Pennsylvania (York, Pennsylvania)

Verde Valley Wine Festival (Cottonwood, Arizona)

Washington State Chili Cookoff (Ocean Shores, Washington) [thru 5.12]

Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show (New York, New York)

West Virginia Strawberry Festival (Buckhannon, West Virginia) [thru 5.12]

Feast Days

Alfred Stevens (Artology)

Ansfrid (Christian; Saint)

Anthimus of Rome (Christian; Saint)

Asaph (Christian; Saint)

Chester Gould (Artology)

Comgall (Christian; Saint)

The English Carthusian Martyrs (Christian; Martyrs)

Francis di Girolamo (Christian; Saint)

Gangulphus of Burgundy (a.k.a. Gengulf; Christian; Saint)

Gladys Rockmore Davis (Artology)

Greet the Sun Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Ice Saints (Europe)

Ignatius of Laconi (Christian; Saint)

Jean-Léon Gérôme (Artology)

King of the Elements (Celtic Book of Days)

Majolus of Cluny (a.k.a. Maieul; Christian; Saint)

Mamertus, the first of the Ice Saints (Christian; Saint) [Three Chilly Saints #1]

Ma Zu (Goddess of the Sea’s Birthday; Buddhism, Taoism)

Nimnim (Muppetism)

Nisga'a Day (Nisga'a Nation/British Columbia)

Paul Nash (Artology)

Paulus Aemilius (Positivist; Saint)

Radunitsa (Ancestors’ Veneration Day; Belarus, Russian Christians, Thomas Sunday Slavs)

Salvador Dali Day (Artology; Church of the SubGenius; Pastafarian; Saint)

Syn’s Blot (Pagan)

Walter of L’Esterp (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lemuria (Day 2 of 3; Ancient Rome) [Unlucky to Marry.]

Prime Number Day: 131 [32 of 72]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Ahab the Arab, by Ray Stevens (Novelty Song; 1962)

Cats (UK Musical Play; 1981)

Cooked, by Michael Pollan (Book; 2013)

Dark Shadows (Film; 2012)

Fantastic Planet (Animated Film; 1973)

Firestarter (Film; 1984)

Fox-Terror (WB MM Cartoon; 1957)

Go Down, Moses, by William Faulkner (Short Stories; 1942)

Good-Bye Mr. Moth (Andy Panda Cartoon; 1942)

Higher Ground, recorded by Stevie Wonder (Song; 1973)

The Incredible Journey, by Sheila Burnford (Novel; 1960)

The King's Generally Daphne du Maurier (Novel; 1946)

The Kissing Booth (Film; 2018)

A Knight’s Tale (Film; 2001)

M (Film; 1931)

MacArthur Park, by Richard Harris (Song; 1968)

The Natural (Film; 1984)

Penny Dreadful (TV Series; 2014)

Poor Little Me (Happy Harmonies Cartoon; 1935)

Road Trip (Film; 2000)

Second Variety, by Philip K. Dick (Novella; 1953)

Sniffles Takes a Trip (WB MM Cartoon; 1940)

Swab the Duck (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1956)

Tales of Brave Ulysses, recorded by Cream (Song; 1967)

Turn Coat, by Jim Butcher (Novel; 2009)

28 Weeks Later (Film; 2007)

Water Babies (Disney Silly Symphonies Cartoon; 1935)

Wolf! Wolf! (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1944)

Woodstock (Soundtrack Album; 1970)

Woolen Under Where (WB MM Cartoon; 1963)

Today’s Name Days

Gangolf, Joachim, Mamertus (Austria)

Kiril, Kirila, Metodi (Bulgaria)

Franjo, Mamerto (Croatia)

Svatava (Czech Republic)

Mamertus (Denmark)

Leevo, Liivar, Liivo (Estonia)

Osmo (Finland)

Estelle, Mayeul (France)

Joachim, Mamertus (Germany)

Argyris, Armodios, Dioskouridis, Methodios, Olympia (Greece)

Ferenc (Hungary)

Achille, Fabio, Fiorenzo, Marziale, Stella (Italy)

Karmena, Manfreds, Milda (Latvia)

Mamertas, Miglė, Pilypas, Skirgaudas (Lithuania)

Magda, Malvin (Norway)

Adalbert, Benedykt, Filip, Franciszek, Iga, Ignacja, Ignacy, Lew, Lutogniew, Mamert, Mira, Żegota (Poland)

Chiril, Metodie, Mochie (România)

Blažena (Slovakia)

Fabio, Francisco (Spain)

Märit, Märta (Sweden)

Asa, Ervin, Erwin, Irvin, Irving, Irwing, Marlo, Marlon, Marlow, Marvin, Merle, Merlin, Mervin (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 131 of 2024; 235 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 19 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Saille (Willow) [Day 27 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ji-Si), Day 3 (Jia-Xu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 2 Iyar 5784

Islamic: 2 Dhu al-Qada 1445

J Cal: 11 Magenta; Foursday [11 of 30]

Julian: 27 April 2024

Moon: 15%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 19 Caesar (5th Month) [Paulus Aemilius]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 53 of 92)

Week: 1st Full Week of May

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 21 of 31)

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