#Ravid

[theinconvenientlifestyle]

[empresskadia]

ITS WATERMELON SEASON 🍉

I am so excited right now, i.e my parents brought home watermelon

[vyorei]

[thestormlightnetwork]

the anxiety zappy legs and tummy ache combo is insane, just for needing to take my third call of the day. like let me be a functioning person, please?

[bodbdearg]

I feel like Taylor Swift fans think she's more prevalent than she is?? As someone who has never searched her music out, the last time I heard her music was genuinely back in 2014?? Her name is big right now but her music does not exist outside of her fan sphere which is SO strange. There's a bunch of famous artists who I would never listen to but could still recognise their music, I genuinely have no idea what Swift's recent music even sounds like

[nightiingaled]

❛ Genius always looks like insanity at first, though, right? ❜ / temperance to ravid!

" I think....sometimes it's just insanity, mate."

[eurovision-revisited]

Jerusalem 1999

Oooooh, dusky! We've come to Jerusalem as the sun sets, Shabbat ends, and the festivities can begin!

Welcome to the International Conference Centre in Jerusalem, last host of the Eurovision Song Contest in 1979. First impressions are that it's still bright and vaguely purple - like Birmingham. There's a Toshiba sponsored scoreboard mounted on a poop deck, high above the main stage to the right - like Birmingham. There's a cheering crowd with flags and signs situated to the front of the audience - like Birmingham.

But what's this? Where's the orchestra? It's gone. No more conductors in humorous costumes doing their bow! All competitors must now supply a backing track and won't have live orchestral backing. Looking down the list of entrants, and another shock. Most of them are singing in English. Half the songs are in English with another two partly in English - the EBU have lifted the language rule again. Countries can sing in any language they like, and that language would appear to be English.

This year's voting, like last year's, is 100% televote where available. This time there are four countries unable to provide the technology, but everyone else is going to the phones and the public. There's also an intermission. Our hosts entertain us with a little song on stage while those countries that have broadcasters that wish to, can run ads in the middle of the contest. It's difficult to call this an innovation, but the push for broadcasters to reap some reward for devoting channel time and the resources to select and send an act every year, is increasing.

So many changes! One thing the EBU are sticking to however is their statistically complex relegation system. This year's victims are Finland, Greece, Switzerland, Hungary, North Macedonia, Romania and Slovakia. That list is getting long... Returning are Austria, Bosnia & Herzegovina, Denmark and Iceland with Lithuania are back for the first time since their debut in 1994.

After bravely plumping for the televoting revolution, the EBU are pressing the accelerator hard to the floor in 1999 and introducing a whole boatload of new changes to aim solidly for relevance in a music industry that had been moving on without Eurovision for years. Bye-bye ballads!

Another little change is that for the first time there are three presenters. Dafna Dekel (who sang Israel's 1992 entry), Sigal Shachmon (presenter, dancer and model) and a little out of place, Yigal Ravid (radio and television presenter, and current affairs report)

[showfallmediamaintenance]

dude youre gonna get more rabies get away from the raccoon

It's already gobe, i wcared it off.

[lee-sol]

@nightiingaled sent:

💬 - for ravid? (you're free to choose someone else if you fancy them more :3 )

he has... been through a lot recently, and needs one calm day, but it's clear that he's not going to get what he wants. things had been hectic from the moment he woke up, and they just kept piling up, and piling up, and piling up... to say he's overwhelmed is an absolute understatement, and the day's end seems so far away right now.

and then, when he finally gets a chance to breathe, he relishes it. even though, there is a part of him- the more pessimistic part- that says it won't last long. and boy, is he right...

he stumbles upon the scene by accident, but it's a scene where it wouldn't feel right just walking away. instead, he just freezes, mouth slightly agape. he blinks once, twice, three times, trying to find the right words to say. all he can come up with, is simply. “ ....say sike right now. ”

send me 💬, and i’ll use a line from a sentence meme i’ve reblogged to make a starter for you | accepting !!

[arthropooda]

[eternal-3clipse]

Inspired by the song MAYDAY by TheFatRat & Laura Brehm

The Goddess form of Carnation made of stars and storms. I like the idea of ethereal but ultimately indifferent gods. Here is a powerful form for her but one that strips her of her identity, that makes her blend in with the vacuum of space. She becomes something more, but in the process losses what she already had.

[rookitowrites]

Ravid - our protagonist & pov.

"master" thief working for a galactic crime organization known as the Syndicate. our would-be chosen one.

Kirin - our instigator

an Ildsea (read: space fae) princess and heir to the Dominion Empire. Pushes our chosen one towards the goal.

Zaer - our reluctant pursuer

Space Warlock & "right hand" to the Emperor. Tasked with stopping our would-be heroes.

[byanyan]

TRIPLE BINGO from Ravid

are you byan's nemesis?

ㅤㅤ" triple bingo, huh? not bad, there's some promise... no sense of humour though? that might be a dealbreaker. —for a mutual nemesis-ship, that is. "ㅤthey may or may not be taking notes on who should be easy to genuinely piss off for the next time they're in the mood to get on someone's nerves just for the hell of it.ㅤ" i'll get back to you. probably. s'long as i don't got anythin' better goin' on. "

[plitnick]

What the latest Libya debacle tells us about U.S. and Israeli indifference to Libyan lives

After Israel broke confidence by reporting secret talks with the Libyan foreign minister, the repercussions are still being felt in that troubled and divided country. While Israel acted shamefully, the lion’s share of the blame, as usual, belongs to the Biden administration. This piece at Mondoweiss looks at the context and just how despicable U.S. actions, as well as Israel’s and the Libyan…

[fearfcrged]

I love Jinx staring their visions right in the fucking face and just being like  “I’m gonna pretend i didn’t see that” and then proceeding to walk right into danger 

[nightiingaled]

Close Your Soft Eyes | Zaer/Kirin/Ravid

TW: Smoking, Post-Sex Distress(?)

Ravid sits crisscross at the edge of the bed, trails of steam coiling from the end of a Vapor Stick in his mouth. The sleeping forms of his partners are a welcome sight in the bed, but the jitteriness – it’s there beneath his skin, begging him to leave. Leave the room behind, put it behind him as quickly as possible.

He loves them both dearly. They love Kirin: her freckles, the taut little curls of her hair, the way she giggles when the two of them are kissing her. He loves Zaer: their little laughs, the perfect shape of their nose, the gentle way their hands trail down his back.

That’s why he should leave.

They startle at the touch of someone’s lips to the skin of their shoulder, forgetting their shirt is lost to the pile at the end of the bed.

“You’re smoking – something wrong?” Zaer’s soft voice murmurs against their skin.

“Hmm.”

There are no answers Ravid wishes to give, no answer they truly KNOW. They do know sex has never been uncomfortable to them, a thing they delight in on the regular. But never like this – never with people they truly care about. Was he afraid, right now – in this moment?  

The scars across their back are touched lovingly, Zaer’s fingers tracing gentle lines across the raised damages of old. “I see.” And of all the people there in that room, perhaps Zaer is the only one who truly can know what haunts Ravid’s mind. But they could simply be saying the words without actual understanding. Who was to say.

“What’s wrong?” Another voice, Kirin – ever the one to drift lazily – asks sleepily.

“Memories,” is the only answer Zaer gives. It is the best explanation for the moment.

“Well - you know the answer to that right?”

“Hmm?” It is a sound made by Zaer and Ravid both. Though Zaer listens intently, Ravid is only half away of the other two behind him. Kirin sits up, scooting across to the end of the bed. She wraps her legs around Ravid’s back, pulling him close to her before leaning across his back, scars and all. She kisses him on the cheek before leaning into the crook of his neck. Zaer, still laying on his stomach beside them, rubs little circles in Ravid’s hand before kissing the fingers one by one.

“Our sun and sea,” she murmurs against his neck, kissing a soft line up his clavicle. “Don’t you know you’re safe here with us.”

“But you’re not safe with me,” he replies in turn, toying aimlessly with the vapor stick in his hands.

Kirin kisses the beginning of a scar at the top of his shoulder. “Nonsense.”

Zaer reaches out and touches her hand, shaking their head. Their eyes meet and there is the unspoken message—This is something she may never understand. She sighs and leans into Ravid’s shoulder once more.  

“Fine, but I want cuddles. Will you deny me my cuddles?”

Ravid exhales sharply, a little chuckle rumbling in their chest.

Kirin walks her fingers up Ravid’s spine, repeating slowly, “Will you really deny me cuddles?”

He turns around in her hold, reaching out and pulling her face to his, kissing her on the lips and leaning the two of them back into the bed. He rolls the two of them towards Zaer, reaching out across the bed and kissing Zaer across that perfect nose. Zaer resituates and becomes the one with their legs around Ravid. Kirin facing Ravid from the other side, the three become a tangle of arms and legs as they hold each other close, soft laughter suddenly erupting from Ravid in the center.

“What?” Kirin queries as the laughter spreads from Ravid to Zaer as if some shared joke had passed between them. Nothing of the sort, however, as Kirin herself becomes infected by the laughter, snorting a little.

“WHAT!” she asks again through her chuckles.

“Nothing – just – I love you. The both of you. And for once in my life—”

“We know,” the other two whisper together, leaning into Ravid.

“We know.”