#odh

[weirdlookindog]

Peggy Moran and Foy Van Dolsen in Horror Island (1941)

[psikonauti]

Alpha Odh (Kenyan, b. 1998)

Untitled, 2023

Acrylic on canvas

[madame-mongoose]

th e shirt ridin g up. im gonna be sick. oh my god

ok thoughts so far?

y eyha yeah this is. aweosm so far dude im completle.y yeah. this is great

really good work. that yuor e doing there. wow, love to see it

[fanciful-wonderland]

Drew my and @discendia twin wols together ❤️💙

Commissions open

fanciful wonderland website

[steak-n-popotoes]

FFxivWrite '24 - 19

U'zhango fussed endlessly with her hair, her clothes, her jewelry. Much as she loved to marvel at the works of Ul'dah's master goldsmiths and weavers, she was quickly beginning to realize that she had never before had reason to assemble her trinkets into one cohesive ensemble.

One of the caravans that still regularly passed through Forgotten Springs had offered a seat to a traveling painter, who was in turn accepting simple commissions for her room and board. Sadly, most of her sisters looked down upon such frivolities, so it seemed the artist had only closed on a deal with U'zhango and the Nunh. It wasn't that she was vain, U'zhango thought as she adjusted the loose top over her chest, she only wished to engage with anyone as worldly as this enterprising tradeswoman must be.

Now, would it be more authentic were she to wear her favorite hat? Or should she instead model the earring she but recently acquired, which honored Azeyma through its design and choice of stones?

She swore, she'd had an easier time of slaying drakes with nothing but her claws.

U'zhango eyed the piece as it dangled weightily from the end of her ear. She felt a little jealous of the other spoken races - with a pair of ears like theirs, she wouldn't need to pick one or the other at all. Maybe she would try the hat on again just to be sure...

However, as she reached down to lift it from atop her dresser, her touch was instead met with another, much smaller hand. "Bifu?"

U'bifu had been halfway through the process of snatching the hat from the vanity's edge when she tried to grab it. In fact, he was still slowly trying to slide it further down as she watched, no doubt in the hopes that she had somehow yet to notice. Perhaps her son had made the decision for her.

"You seem to be taking well to your pouncing practice, Bifu." U'zhango said as she gently took the beret from him and placed it atop his head, secure. "I didn't even hear you coming."

Bifu stared up at her with the faintest of smiles at his lips. Most may have missed it, but to U'zhango it was plain as the rising sun. Though he spoke so little, he did so love to feel included.

"And I see you're taking good care of your own jewelry, aren't you?" She tickled the plain titanium cuff that adorned his long Lalafellin ear. He used to want to try all of her (much more expensive and delicate) pieces on for himself, and wouldn't let it rest until she had bought him his own. It seemed his ears had lengthened faster than he could grow into them, like a kitten's.

"U'bifu," she said, using his signifier so he knew to listen carefully, "would you do me an important favor?"

He began nodding before he even knew what was being asked of him.

"Mother can't wear her favorite earring and her favorite hat at the same time. Can you keep this safe for me?"

In response, U'bifu reached up past his ears and smushed the beret down with both hands.

U'zhango's tail flicked in satisfaction. "Perfect. Thank you, Bifu."

She was still a little jealous.

It wasn't difficult to find the painter, as she was one of the only Hyuran women in town. After some brief discussion of what the service entailed, she moved to her easel while U'zhango sat down to have her portrait taken.

"Ahh... I just love working in Thanalan. My watercolors settle so readily into the canvas in this heat. Though I suppose it's not a canvas if it's paper, is it? Except it is mostly cotton..."

U'zhango wasn't sure she understood the distinction. "Is there a reason you've had me hold this vase...?"

The painter nodded back, attention still focused on her efforts. "I thought that a portrait like this could use some nice flowers to match." She was more open to U'zhango pestering her about her process and travels than she'd expected.

"Did... you have any particular ones in mind?" She couldn't figure out a polite way to point out that the vase was currently empty.

"Well, I've seen many blooms across many borders. I like to include some that I feel compliment my subject."

U'zhango resisted the urge to lean forward in interest. "Given that aesthetics are your trade, you must have a strong eye for such matters. I'm afraid I've spent the better part of the day trying to decide what to wear, and I'm none too confident in my choices."

U'zhango could see Bifu lurking behind the painter to study her work. He was doing his best to stand on his tiptoes so that he could peer over the top of the horizontal easel. She found herself wishing she could watch the image gradually emerge from nothing, too.

"Actually, I try to think on what sort of flowers represent you on a personal level. Bleeding hearts, shrinking violets, forget-me-nots..." Her eye turned up toward U'zhango for a few moments to compare before she spoke again. "Roses - so romantic. Though if you don't mind my saying, ma'am, you look quite lovely in the finery you've chosen."

U'zhango felt her cheeks tinge with warmth as a smile spread across her face, much as she tried to remain still and solemn for the portrait.

The artist returned the expression even as she made to capture its image. "There you are. Warm and bright as the sun."

For a while, the only sound between them was the soothing scuffle of brush against paper.

Eventually, the painter leaned back, satisfied. "Come come, tell me what you think."

U'zhango stood from her stool and hurried over to where Bifu and the painter stood. Upon the paper was her own image, rendered in shades as light and delicate as the spring waters with which the artist had daubed her palette. In her arms was a large bouquet that must have been conjured entirely from memory: a large golden sunflower presiding over an arrangement of other blossoms in rich yellow and purple.

"They're beautiful..." U'zhango breathed.

"No less so than your dear self."

"I know of sunflowers, of course, but these others-"

"Gyr Abanian wildflowers. Resilient, and all the more lovely for it. Make for a fine pigment, too. Not familiar with them?"

"I'm afraid my world has only ever been as large as Thanalan."

"Well, I do hope you'll see them someday."

[dreamiebutterflies]

Made a new character with @discendia !! They're twin wols!

Mine is named U'izumi Odh! A young woman and the elder twin. Born in the Forgotten Springs, she has always had a love for the water. She loves spending time in the nearby spring. Other things she loves? Running, feeling the wind in her hair, swimming, fishing, hunting and fighting. She's a more easygoing, playful type, but she also has a competitive streak. She is still a member of the U tribe, after all.

[queerpyracy]

"why am i so tired" i say, crashing hard after the most stressful three days i've had literally all year

[rrowdyrathore]

When some guy tries to educate me about my religion and culture but cannot speak a word of sanskrit

[rajasthanilyrics]

आई सिंह पे सवार मैया ओढ़े चुनरी भजन लिरिक्स | Aai Singh Pe Sawar maiya Odhe Chunari Bhajan Lyrics

।। दोहा ।। माता जिसको याद करे, वो लोग निराले होते है। माता जिनका नाम पुकारे, किस्मत वाले होते है। ~ मैया ओढ़े चुनरी ~ आई सिंह पे सवार , मैया ओढ़े चुनरी। ओढ़े चुनरी हो , मैया ओढ़े चुनरी। आदि शक्ति है मात भवानी, जय दुर्गे मॉं काली। बड़े-बड़े राक्षस संहारे, रण चंडी मतवाली। करती भक्तों का उद्धार, मैया ओढ़े चुनरी। आई सिंह पे सवार , मैया ओढ़े चुनरी। …. महिसासुर था महाबली, देवों को खूब सताया। छीन…

[weirdlookindog]

The Spiral Staircase | 1946 | dir. Robert Siodmak

[psikonauti]

Alpha Odh (Kenyan, b. 1998)

1 Man 2 Lives, 2023

Acrylic on canvas

[libraford]

Here's what's going on in Ohio right now. Heavy stuff ahead.

First, I want to apologize for the misinformation in my original post. I am still learning about legislative processes. To correct: the changes to ODH and OMHAS in regards to gender therapy are not a bill, they are changes in regulations.

This is important because citizens CAN affect rule changes. There is an open commentary period where your submissions get counted and can affect how they write new regulations.

Disclaimer: I am not a lawyer, legal advocate, or medical professional. I'm just a dude who had to have it all explained to me.

The first one is Ohio Mental Health and Addiction Services. The rules proposed would make the already prohibitive process of gender transition even harder. In order to diagnose and treat gender dysphoria, a hospital needs to have a board certified psychologist per patient, a board certified endocrinologist familiar with the age group being diagnosed per patient, and a medical ethicist overseeing the hospital's plan for transition. 'Board certified' does not guarantee that the specialist is trans-friendly. It must include a detransition plan. Hospitals would have to report compliance annually. The professionals must have a contractual relationship with the patient, but do not need to offer in-person care. (In this instance, I'll get to that in the next rule change.)

This rule also deems it impermissible to prescribe gender transition care (this includes hormones, puberty blockers, or drugs) for anyone under the age of 21 without the approval of the professionals mentioned and 6 months of therapy.

There is an exception for intersex people, who may have their sex assigned to them without their consent.

The open comment period for this ends January 19 at 5pm.

Send an email to MH-SOT-rules@mha.ohio.gov with the subject title: "Comments on Gender Transition Care Rules."

The second one is Ohio Department of Health and it repeats a lot of the same as the first one. However, the focus is more on the regulation of doctors and paperwork. Anyone seeking transition will be put into a registry with their name redacted, but demographics like age, agab, specific diagnosis (difficult to achieve with the new regulations mentioned above), and any medications (not just related to gender transition, but any medications at all). Any cessation of care must be reported within 30 days.

This is a lot of paperwork and can overburden hospitals.

That 30 days cessation is important because if a person transfers doctors or if a clinic closes and the paperwork isn't filed, it may count as a 'detransition' when tallying demographics, even if that is not the case.

But what's curious is that the ODH regulations DO require in-person care. The rules are contradictory and vague.

The comment period for this ends Feb 5th.

Send a comment through the ODH website

Here are some important things that were mentioned at the meeting:

This is a good time to be personal with your statements. If this would disrupt your life in any way, please say so. "I fear that" "I believe this" "I worry that"- these are great ways to start your comment. An example one person gave is "I worry that this change in regulations would force me and my daughter to move out of state.'

With that being said, anything that you send to these sites will be public record, so be cautious about what you reveal about yourself in your comment.

If you are in need of help, please reach out to one of these resources:

Trans Ohio Emergency Fund Resource Page

Kaleidoscope Youth Center

If you are in need of legal advice on how to navigate all this, please call

888-LGBT-LAW

This is not everything. There is unfortunately more because Ohio decided to break a record this month with anti-trans motions. But today I'm focusing on things that we can take action on.

[blorb-el]

hello, hope you have a good day!

i was lurking on your blog (mostly for your very (imo) based clark kent takes - he has been living rent free in my head for a couple of months now but im also not really familiar with older, pre-crisis comics and kryptonese in general, and also 'we shall be free we shall find peace' haunts me at least once a week and i have feelingsTM about it) and stumbled upon the posts about hoping and 'kaoshahrodh' came up as the tag for those, so i just wanted to know where that phrase came from?

;w; thank you!

kaoshahrodh is a word I've been mulling over for... I guess it's been multiple years now. It's Kryptahniuo - the fan-created conlang that became pseudo-official when the CW used it as their version of spoken Kryptonian. The creator maintains a website with information in it as well as the forms of Kryptonian used in the comics at kryptonian.info.

The literal meaning: shahr is the root of hope. (Shahrrehth is the noun form). Kao- is the imperative prefix, and -odh is the present simple verb suffix. From my understanding, the simple present in Kryptahniuo indicates a habitual state (ex. instead of saying "I am a runner," it's like saying "I run" to mean something similar). Except here it's imperative.

It's what I believe the S stands for.

You'll see Superman referred to, by DC and by fans and occasionally in-universe, as some sort of personification of hope. Usually this results in Superman smiling placidly and Midwesternly while giving a speech and then not lifting a finger to do something, or trying to do one (1) thing and immediately getting shot down so the writers can have someone else be useful, or maybe wringing his hands and being very Solemn and Sad over not being able to do something because he has to stay this ~personification of hope.~

I think this is bullshit, and bad writing besides. Hope, for Superman, is not a noun. It's a verb.

Hope is a command. You must hope. You must believe that the world can be a better place than it is right now. And you must believe that your actions can bring that better world closer. That symbol was what Jor and Lara wrapped their baby in as they sent him into the void of space. I don't usually headcanon Kryptonians as literally Jewish, speaking Hebrew, all that, but I think of it as a kind of echo of tikkun olam. Or at least my limited understanding of it, not having studied Jewish philosophy.

Hope is Action. I first understood the Idea of Superman six issues into Birthright. This goddamn comic, written in 2003, spoke to the sickness and the fury and the helplessness that I think all of us feel, sometimes, when we hear about school shootings; rereading it in 2022, it's amplified by the horror of repetitions in the intervening years. One minute ago, I saw a little girl screaming because she was staring down the barrel of a gun. She was nine, and she will remember it for the rest of her life. Doesn't that set rage into you, too? Superman breaks the glass, reaches for a gun, and shoots the gun seller. There's a fury in all of us, I think, when we see injustice. There's a kid in all of us that learned what fairness was and never forgot. When we're hurt, many of us, we want to hurt back.

Superman catches the bullet he fired an inch away from the man's face. Now you will, too. He doesn't kill the gun seller. With all his power, with all his rage, with the absolute clarity of his storybook moral compass, he makes the man understand, on a primal level, just what he has allowed to happen. He didn't fucking sit there on a cloudy sunlit throne of softboy feelgood platitudes and hope that people would be nicer. He acted. Hope is an imperative action.

(In a more... self-centered way, it's also a command to stay alive. There have been times in my life I needed that reminder. Sometimes you can't see. Sometimes you can't get yourself to reason that things will get better, that someday you'll feel like you belong, that people care about you. That's when you need the work of hope. To get out of bed. Someday, if you get out of bed enough times, if you pilot your body through enough days, keeping it alive, if you grope in the dark for help - you will be able to believe that you deserve to be alive.)

Elliot S! Maggin once said something along the lines of: writing a Superman story is very easy, and all of them (all of his, at least) come down to one thing. In any given situation, if you had all the power in the world, what would be the right thing to do? You and I, we're not Superman. We don't have all the power in the world. But we have some power. Kaoshahrodh asks: how can things be better? And how can we act to make it so?

superman: birthright #6, 2004, script mark waid, pencils leinil yu, inks gerry alanguilan, colors dave mccaig, letters comicraft

[steak-n-popotoes]

FFxivWrite '23 - 10

"So, you do not know wherrrre the boy has gone?" U'odh Nunh asked. He spoke with his back turned, addressing them over his shoulder. "That simply won't do, will it?"

Eryna's eyes narrowed. "You do know something, don't you?"

In the span of a heartbeat, Caranar spun the older man around and seized him by the collar.

"Do you always succeed with a show of brrrute force and blind courage, I wonder? The nunh I once fought also believed that his strrrength would save him. He was wrong." Despite his words, something sparked alight in his eyes at the rough treatment, something proud and defiant. "And now I am nunh." Few among his sons would dare to lay a hand on their father; to display such bold foolishness.

"Stop. Where is he?"

U'odh Nunh slapped Caranar's hands away in response. "Across the desert to the east lies an Amalj'aa encampment. There dwells a warrior renowned both for his strrrength and his guile." He paused to assess the state of his clothing. "I gave the boy a test, nothing more."

"You sent him after Amalj'aa alone!?" Eryna shouted.

Caranar turned and charged through the door, headed in the direction of the encampment.

Astride her chocobo, Eryna was not far behind.

U'odh Nunh's lip curled into a smile as he watched them crest the dunes and disappear. The test had begun.

~~~~~

U'zhango watched in silence... for what felt to be an eternity.

Amalj'aa came and went.

From her vantage point, U'zhango saw them clear as day. For hours she watched, until she could distinguish between them by their warpaint and the weapons at their side. If she were to deal a decisive blow, she would need to strike true.

The encampment's primary war band consisted of many grunts who were direct subordinates of a single superior warrior, distinguished by a necklace heavy with trophy marks.

One would think that the simplest way to defang the fiends would be to slay their strongest warrior... but U'zhango Odh was her father's daughter. To face this proven fighter was to court failure, as so many had done before. Her aim laid where vulnerability and value crossed.

U'zhango felt every muscle in her body tense up as her pupils grew wide and her tail lashed in anticipation. She pressed herself flat into the sand amidst the dry desert grass. Her prey had appeared.

Sporting a distinctly decorated, yet by the same token untested spear, one Amal'jaa broke away from the group. He passed through the encampment's gate, alone, and stalked over to the spring near where U'zhango was hidden.

The wind rolled over her back, sending a shiver up her spine. She was ready to pounce. Before her, bearing a pensive gaze into the branches of a sun-baked and shadeless tree, was the Amalj'aa tactician who organized raids on merchant caravans in order to gather unbelievers for Ifrit's pyre. There was no need to face the encampment's finest fighters if she could but destroy their greatest mind... Her father would be most pleased.

The time to act had come to pass.

U'zhango lunged forward, fang and claw bared. She swept across the sands in a low stance, ready to swing for her prey's tendons and strip from him the ability to stand.

But before she could close the distance, the tactician spun and dashed his lance along the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris that obscured her vision and sent her off-balance.

How did he know!? U'zhango thought. He had acted without hesitation, as though he knew she was there. Of course! The wind!

When the wind changed direction, her scent must have been carried toward her prey. Such an amateur mistake, more typical of a mewling initiate! She had allowed her confidence to narrow her vision.

And her opponent knew an opportunity when he saw one. He was on her in an instant, charging shoulder first to turn her moment of unbalance into a window of vulnerability. The two toppled over with U'zhango's back to the sand and her 'prey' putting all of his weight into forcing his lance past her defense and between her ribs.

Need to live! She thought as she gripped the spearhead. Need to kill him!

The bloodied shard of stone sank closer and closer to her breast.

Kill him! Kill him!

A whistling sound whispered into her opponent's ear as a feathered arrow lodged itself in his skull. The weight shifted suddenly off the lance as the Amalj'aa slumped sideways. From the direction of the encampment's watchtower, a mournful cry echoed across the desert...

As U'zhango rolled away and pushed herself out of the dust, the sight of her rescuer filled her with equal parts relief and annoyance.

~~~~~

From a safe distance away stood Beef, one hand on his bow and the other behind the bowstring, an arrow loosed moments before. His hands did not tremble, and his aim was true.

Caranar tossed the spear aside as the Amalj'aa veteran ceased moving.

Eryna stepped around the body and inspected Caranar's wounds - surface-level, all - before setting about mending them.

"The hells... were you thinking?" Caranar managed, still attempting to catch his breath.

"This is not the sort of fight you pick alone." Eryna added, giving Beef a stern but concerned look.

Beef looked between the two in confusion. "Fight?" Hadn't they been the ones to start the fight?

Caranar hoisted him under his arm. "C'mon, kid. We're gonna have a talk about this back in town."

~~~~~

If U'odh Nunh was surprised when the three crossed his doorstep mid-scolding, he gave no indication. "Tell me, adventurerrrs: is our old nemesis dead?"

Caranar plopped Beef down in a seat and crossed his arms in disapproval. "The Amalj'aa's dead, if that's what you're asking."

"So the spear served its purrrpose." he nodded. "And you passed your test."

"I believe you owe us an explanation, and it had better be damned good." Eryna replied, having tired of tests and games long ago.

"The spear? It belonged to one of his brrrothers. I knew when he spied it from afar, he would be unable to rrresist venturing outside the encampment to see for himself."

"No. About why you were willing to endanger Beef so carelessly."

"Endangerrr?" U'odh Nunh chuckled, a low purring rumble which rose from his core. "I asked that he did nothing more than place the spear and observe. U'bifu Tia is as much a child of the U as my own daughters, blood or no. I had no doubts that he would fulfill this duty as rrrequested."

He shot a sharp look to Eryna and Caranar. "The test was for you."

Eryna placed a hand on her hip, while Caranar's eyes narrowed.

"I know this boy. He would give his life for a strrranger. I can see from a glance that you lot are prrrepared to face Titan. What I needed to know before I let you journey a single step furrrther with my daughter's son, was if these strangers would give their lives for him."

The Nunh glanced to Beef, aware that he had broached a delicate topic in mentioning U'zhango. "Well? You're filthy, child." He waved a dismissive hand toward him. "Go have a bath, you've gotten dust on my carrrpets."

As Beef hurriedly excused himself and trotted off to the bathing spring, his family watched him go.

Something sorrowful and unspoken hung in the air.

Caranar closed his eyes as though he could shut out the conversation that he knew had to happen.

Though she ached to tell Beef the truth, Eryna continued to tell herself that the time still wasn't right.

U'odh Nunh sighed heavily. "Now that I know I can trust you with the matter of his safety, I suppose we should discuss the matter of his hearrrt."

[his-heart-hymns]

When Fyodor Dostoevsky wrote:

He does not like showing his feelings and would rather do a cruel thing than open his heart freely.

And when Muneer Niyazi said:

janta huu ek aise shaḳhs ko mai bhi muneer

gham se patthar ho gaya lekin kabhi roya nahi.

And when Ahmed Faraz said:

ham ki dukh odh ke khalvat (solitude) me pade rahte hai

ham ne bazar me zakhmo ki numaish(exhibition nahi ki.

Each of us has pondered a universal question: Is it safe to share our vulnerabilities and sorrows with anyone? Personally, I find it challenging to express my feelings to others.

[heruntoldfeelingss]

Love is not grand gestures - for me it is "I know how you like your coffee or tea/ Did you eat?/ I made your favourite breakfast/ let's go on a beach to watch the sunset/ I'm listening to you/ looking at you across the room/ putting the blanket over you while you're asleep/ randomly holding hands while walking/ playing and singing your favourite song/ hugs out of the blue/ keeping the meds on the table so you won't forget/ sticking cute love notes to make you smile/ watching you sleep like a baby/ hearing you rant about anything and everything/ making you laugh till your stomach hurts/ holding you while everything seems to fall apart/ writing letters/ sending 'i miss you' text on a random afternoon/ buying and gifting the things you've got on your list/ letting you take the window seat/ losing the game to see that twinkle in your eyes/ cooking together/ dancing together even when we don't know the steps/appreciating and celebrating each others existence.

Mohabbat koi mushkil amal nahi- mere liye mohabbat ye hai k- "mujhe pata hai aapko chai ya coffee kaisi pasand hai/ aapne kuch khaaye?/ Aapka manpasand naashta bana hai/ samandar kinaare chal k suraj ko gurub hotey hue dekhne chalein/ jii sunn rahe hai aapki baatein/ aapko kamre k kinaare se dekhna/ aap jab sorahe ho toh aap pe blanket odh jaana/ achanak haath thaam lena/ aapka mann pasand geet lagana aur gunguna na/ bas yunhei galey se lagana/ aapki dawayi table pe rakhna k kahin aap bhool naa jayein/ aapko kisi bacche ki tarah sotey hue dekhna/ aapke dil ki har baat sunn na/ aapko hasana/ jab sab galat horaha ho toh aapko thaamey rakhna/ chiththiyaan likhna/ "aapki yaad aarahi hai" waala message kisi dopaher yuhi bhejna/ aapko vo saari cheezein tohfe mei dena Jo aap lena chahrahe ho/ aapko khidki waali jagah dena/ har baazi haar jaana, aapki muskaan k khaatir/ saath milkar kuch khaana bana lena/ ekdusre k hone ka shukr karna aur ekdusre ki qadr karna.