#olga flow

[dark-falz]

Phantasy Star Online, Episode II

Olga Flow

[chai-berries]

dreams do come true / patri guijarro

a dream is a wish your heart makes. or a wish you make for your humble and talented girlfriend / wc: 1492

She can hear you before she sees you, down the hallway and into the living room, your voice traveling through the apartment, getting louder as you walk to find her.

“Patriii, como se dice “psychic” or whatever Raven Baxter was in “That’s So Raven” in Español, because I need to tell you about the dream I just had! Where are you?”

“In the kitchen!”

Patri’s at the blender, putting together a protein shake to end all protein shakes when you come into the room. You’re still in your sleep clothes while Patri is already in her training joggers, but she thinks you look so sweet, rumpled and warm from sleeping in her bed. However this morning, instead of sleep, you have excitement in your eyes. You head right over to her and wrap your arms around her waist, making Patri laugh.

“Hola, amor. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes,” you say into her shoulders. You stay attached to your girlfriend as she pours the shake into her travel cup and even when she shifts to rinse the blender in the sink. When you still don’t let go of her, she twists her body in your arms. You hum subconsciously when she wraps her arms around you, pressing a kiss onto your temple.

“Sí? And what was your dream you were screaming about?” she asks. You finally let her go when her question is processed in your brain. Your eyes light up again.

“Oh yeah. I had a dream you won the Ballon D’or!”

Patri scoffs.

“Hey! Don’t scoff! Everyone is talking about it. Even at my job, I overhear your name. This could be your year!”

“To win the Ballon D’or?”

“No, to fly to the moon.” You deadpan.

“Sooo funny.”

“You were nominated last year. And you’re gonna win this year. What - Don’t - You - Get?” you simultaneously tap the side of her head to get the point really across.

Patri shrugs. “I’m just being realistic. There’s a lot great players this year —“

“Including you.”

“Including me, sí, but I don’t want to get ahead of myself.”

You roll your eyes at her humble argument.

“Whatever, I’ll tell Alexia and Aitana about how you are talking and they will straighten you out.”

The two older girls do in fact scold Patri for being negative on herself during training later in the day, you having followed through with your threat.

Months later, you go to the awards as Patri’s plus one. Wearing an extremely silky suit that Patri adored on you, only three buttons and a low cut in the front. Patri’s tailored suit fit her so well you actually bit your fist when she showed off her look to you at your apartment. Patri made sure to wear your favorite perfume of hers and you made sure to thank her immensely in the car ride to the venue.

You follow after Patri as she goes through all the steps as one of the nominees. Carpet pictures with the other girls, the show runners, then she takes a few with the other Barcelona players, followed by the Spanish ones. You shadow her with Olga and the other partners, just off to the side of the cameras but in sight of each other.

After all the formal pictures were taken, Patri gestures towards you, wanting to take a picture with just both of you. You try not to show your nerves in front of the cameras as you walk over to her. You couldn’t see any of the people behind them, the lights creating a blinding barrier.

Patri feels your body tense up when she wraps her arm around you.

“Mi Vida,” she whispers. “It’s okay. breathe for me, please.” You follow her instructions and relax enough to look normal for the cameras and crowd. Olga and alexia are getting photographed together next to you and Olga reaches out to briefly squeeze your hand in comfort once you're done. Patri takes a hold of your other, using it to guide you into the auditorium. You find safety in the other Spanish and Barcelona girls again. As everyone settles into seats, you squeeze Patri’s hand in thanks when she lets you go into the aisle first.

The ceremony flows through all the scripts that award ceremonies always do and soon people in clean black attire comes up and asks all the nominees to sit near the front of the stage.

You press a quick good luck kiss to Patri’s lips and sit back down next to the other nominees’ plus ones. Olga grabs your hand and squeezes it. You don’t even realize that you’re following Patri down to the front of the stage with your eyes until Olga squeezes your hand again.

“Vida, you are more nervous about this than Patri is!” she whispers loudly. You and those nearby laugh because it’s true. Ever since the nominations were announced, you had been so sure that she would win because you had a dream about it. It may seem ridiculously to an outsider but to you, it was like a manifestation. You were so proud of Patri and you wanted everyone to know it. You even posted an Instagram pic of you wearing your Patri shirt, with a link to the official Ballon D’or website treated like a cited source.

You don’t have to grip onto Olga’s hand in anticipation for very long. The Ballon D’or montage is playing on the big screen. You see so many familiar faces flashing by. But you had a physical reaction when Patri’s highlights came on.

The presenters, with bright smiles on their faces, went through the list of nominees. You waited impatiently for the end.

“And the winner of the Ballon D’or is…… Patricia Guijarro Gutierrez.”

You’re up clapping before they finish speaking, everyone around you are also up, giving Patri a standing ovation as she climbs the steps and accepts the Ballon trophy. The presenters lead her to the microphone so she can be heard.

“Uh, hello, everyone… I’m going to be honest, I did not believe that I would win this tonight. All my fellow nominees are some of the greatest football players in the world and to even be considered alongside them is an honor. I don’t want to bore you with a big speech, so I’ll go to my Thanks. Thank you to my teams. Being able to play alongside you as a career is more than a dream. You all teach me in so many different ways. Thank you to my friends and family. For putting up with my football obsession all these years. Sorry, not sorry. A special thanks to my partner, because I wouldn’t be here without your support. And I mean that both in general and on this stage. Dreams do come true… Finally, thank you to the fans, to the supporters. To the people who come to the games, watch them at home, and everyone inbetween. We play for ourselves and for you.” Patri finishes. She picks up the trophy and holds it up higher, then speaks again into the microphone. “Thank you. Thank you from my heart, immensely.” She steps back and the presenters help her leave the stage while the crowd is clapping for her again.

You’re not crying but you are supporting goosebumps on your arms from Patri’s speech. It was perfect and so her. Her line about your dream made you giddy. What a subtle line that only a few would understand.

Patri and the other nominees eventually make it back to your original seats. Everyone congratulates Patri on the way back. When Patri stays standing while the others sit, you raise an eye brow in question.

She gestures you to come to her. “Vida, come with me. I still have a few things to do. But I want you there with me.” You hurry to make sure you didn’t drop anything while sitting, side stepping until you’re out of the row. Patri takes your hand. You use your other to squeeze her bicep.

“I am so proud of you! I cannot explain it in any language, so you’re going to have to trust me,” you tell her.

She smiles so sweetly at you. “Thank you, mi Vida.”

She leads you out of the auditorium into the foyer. Right outside are all the media outlets and photographers waiting for Patri to show her Ballon D’or to them.

You kiss the side of her mouth, now very aware of the cameras around you. She pulls you closer to her body and grins at you. You smile back.

Suddenly your remember the line in her speech. “Dreams do come true, eh? Finally believe that I’m a psychic?” You ask.

Patri hums, contemplating. “You might need more proof for the psychic powers but you were definitely right about it.” She wraps her arm over your shoulder.

“You know what? I’ll take it.”

a/n: MY 5TH PATRI FIC!!!! HIIIII GUYS!!!! i love these two so much!!! if anyone wants to hear more about patri and vida lemme know! i have headcanons 👉👈

shoutout to the anon who requested this <3 i love you! thanks for the idea 💗 💗 💗

the rest of my patri x vida fics are here

[hoe4sports]

“Take my heart, dont break it”

Alexia Putellas x reader

A/N: You voted and picked Alexia. This is a series based on Myles Smith song called stargazing. No triggers. P2 here.

The fresh Barcelonian air was flowing into your hotelroom as you found yourself sat in the frame of the window m next to one of your teammates, Alexia Putellas. You were both sitting together in silence with your eyes closed soaking up the morning bliss. The sun was slowly waking up as the gentle rays felt like a warm cup of cocoa in December by the fireplace with a book and a blanket. Not too warm, not too cold. You were taking in all the fresh salty air you could possibly fit into your lungs before exhaling through your mouth. It felt blissful, peaceful; like a morning mindfulness class. You could smell the gentle strawberry scent from the tea Alexia had made you when you got up in time for sunrise. You and Alexia had known each other forever. You grew up with her and Alba next door and you had religiously played football with Alexia for your whole life. You did it all together: High school, college, Barcelona and the national team. You sat together on buses and flights. Even though she was entitled to her own hotel room as captain; she still wanted to partner up with you.

“Can I interrupt your peace?” Alexia asked as you opened up your eye to see her still in the same relaxed position with her eyes closed. “If you must” you said as you giggled. Alexia sighted. “No, no, go ahead big al” you corrected as you looked out on the beach below the hotel.

“I’ve been having some issue with Olga; she seems spaced out. She’s there, but she isn’t really there. It’s strange, I don’t really understand and she keeps insisting that everything is all good. I dont honestly know what to do.”

You could sense the tension in the room as the Catalan poured her heart out to you. It was like thunder from a crystal blue sky. They seemingly had the picture perfect relationship. Amazing vacations. Nice cars. Fancy dinners.

“It’s just, I know it’s selfish but I can’t stop my mind from wondering if she is cheating on me. She’s always on her phone, and she deleted her location off of the life360 app.”

You spent a second figuring out what words Alexia wanted to hear and what she needed to hear. It was clear as day that you needed to knock some common sense into her. Who would cheat on one of the hottest women in the world of football? Nobody could ever be able to commit to adultery without anyone taking notice of their famous girlfriend.

“Ai, Ale. Do you want me to tell you what you want to hear or what you need to hear? Pick your poison capitana.”

You looked over at her. She was still sitting in the sun in the window while taking on the fresh air. Her chest rhythmically rising. Her brown eyes were still closed and her blonde hair was up in the messiest Lucy Bronze style bun you could imagine making the sight of her almost wanting you to giggle.

“Hm, buena pregunta…Tell me what I need to hear.” Alexia said softly as she opened up her eyes to look at you showing off her worried grin. Her body language changed. Like she was getting ready for a fight.

“Est��pida, Olga loves you! She adores you. She practically worships the ground you walk on. You need to talk to your girlfriend, and you need to tell her what you told me.” You finished as you looked at her with an attitude.

Later that day at practice, you were doing drills with Claudia. It was evidently warmer now, and you had popped off your shirt to avoid getting overly warm. You kept passing the ball at the right time in the right height to help Claudia with her first touches. It was always fun working with Claudia. Her humor was incredible and if her humor didn’t do the job; her infections laugh would. As you passed the last ball to Claudia, she ended up whacking the ball senseless and the ball went flying into the open field. It caused you to laugh hysterically as Claudia flopped down on the grass. Claudia was a vibe; you got along so well and she’d been like your little sister.

The next practice begun at the gym, and it was individual programs. You, Alexia, Claudia and Ingrid has the same program for the day meaning that you partnered up together. You noticed that Alexia seemed distracted. At first, she had placed the weights in the bench press without securing them causing them to go flying off the pole. The next situation was when she tried filling her waterbottle from the water cooler and she overfilled in for a good 10 seconds before she caught the little spill. The last situation was when Claudia was doing squats and Alexia was supposed to be spotting her right side as you spotted the left. The weights were a little heavier than what Claudia normally lifted so you expected her to need assistance. After four lifts, Claudia went for the fifth and it caused her to fail. You grabbed the pole from the left side as the younger girls hands were wobbly violently to hold up the other side of the pole. Alexia didn’t caught on. “Alexia” No answer. “Alexia for fucks sake, help!” You yelled causing Ingrid to shove her away to help you with the spotting.

In the warderobe that afternoon after everyone left, you decided to stay behind and talk to Alexia again. Alexia liked taking her time in the shower so it wasn’t uncommon for her to be the last woman standing. You approached her as she stepped out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around her lower half leaving her chest open.

“Ale, you have been distant. You could’ve caused an injury. What’s going on?” You crossed your arms as you stood in front of her with a stern look on your face. The feeling you had wasn’t something you could shook away easily. You just couldn’t act in situations that maybe had happened. That wouldn’t be fair to Olga or Alexia.

“Ai, Y/N, it’s just hard. I’m in my head and Olga is too busy to talk. I cannot shook the feeling I’m having in my gut. But I need to trust Olga, right?”

You nodded. Olga hadn’t done anything that wouldn’t give her chance to explain herself. For all Alexia knew, this was all just a big misunderstanding.

Olga was amazing, you knew her from before her and Alexia started dating, and they were perfect for each other. Olga was always so perfect, almost to the point where it annoyed you. Olga was picture perfect and rarely looked out of line or did Alexia wrong. Alexia’s observations were however not unlikely. A few weeks ago you went to a new restaurant with Claudia, and you could’ve sworn you saw Olga with another woman. You couldn’t be sure though because you had excused yourself to the bathroom to get a better look, but when you got out of the bathroom; The mystery woman was out of sight. Quite frankly, she had also been out of mind.

That was until now however, but it couldn’t have been Olga. Olga was sweet, genuine and had a heart of gold. You couldn’t wrap your mind around what Alexia had said, but you could also not tell her that you might saw Olga. You were having an internalised conflict of trying to decided whenever to tell her or not. You didn’t want to seem pushy and like you didn’t like Olga, but you didn’t want Alexia’s heart to break either.

At least, that was the lie you continued to tell yourself.

[yamumsyadadd]

the forgotten girl (9)

originally post on my old account, posting twice weekly :)

Alexia’s POV 

“You alright there capi?” Lucy giggled watching as I gripped my glass tighter and tighter. 

“I’m fine Lucia.” Gritted through teeth. 

Jealousy was freely flowing through my veins. Why did Misa and Alba get to dance with her like that? I wanted it to be me and only me. I wasn’t usually possessive, but Amelia made me do irrational things. 

As Amelia almost fell over her own feet on the dance floor, Misa grabbed her waist. That was it. I’d had enough. 

“Ale, stop. She’s having fun.” Keira placed a hand on my chest as soon as I got up. “Let her enjoy this.“

“No. She’s too drunk, I’m taking her home.” Pushing passed Keira was quiet easy, considering she was shorted and less muscular. 

By the time I pushed through the bodies on the dance floor, Alba had gone back to the bar leaving Misa and Amelia grinding on each other. She smiled at me and reached her arm out to invite me. 

“No. We are going home. Let’s go.” I tugged her arm, pulling her out of Misa’s grip. 

“Ale stop. I don’t want to go home yet.” 

“I don’t care. Let’s go. I’ll drag you out if I have to.” She gave up the fight, letting me pull her through the crowd, past our friends who were all watching on, very confused and not understanding what was happening. By the time we were outside she was starting to fight back. 

“Alexia! Alexia stop! What is wrong with you?” 

“You! You’re what is wrong with me!”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean Alexia?” She scoffed, crossing her arms against her chest. She was mad. 

“Forget about it. Just get in the car and let me take you home. Please.” 

Shaking her head and refusing to move, “no. You don’t get to say that and then tell me to forget about it. You’re an adult Alexia. use your words.” 

“I am in love with you! No one is you. Jesus!” 

“Alexia no. You love Olga. She is your person, not me.” 

“Olga broke up with me.” I say quietly. Not quite ready to admit the truth. She could see I loved her, but I was in love with you. 

“She broke up with you because you love me.” It almost sounded like she was trying to make sense of it herself.  

“I have always loved you Amelia. Even when you left me, I didn’t stop loving you. You tore my heart out of my fucking chest and all I wanted was you. All I want is you. I can’t keep being just friends with you. Maybe because your eyes remind me so much of the nights we fell asleep wrapped in each other's warmth Or maybe when you smile it makes my body shiver because I know that smile used to be because of me. I can't see that with my eyes and pretend like it's ony. Because it's not. I can't be just friends with you, because every time I see you I fall in love again." 

The tears were running down both our faces. Silence engulfed us. 

“Please say something mil.” It came out more like a sob. 

“Alexia, I ca-“ 

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Keira’s engulfed Mil in a hug, Alba and Lucy standing either side of them. Keira’s face was mad, Lucy’s was sad and Alba she was unreadable. 

“Take me home please Kei.” With that, Keira turned them both around, walking away and leaving me there, again. 

“Wait Mil please!” I tried to go after them but Lucy’s hand caught my arm. 

“Stop Ale. She’s drunk, let Keira take her home and you can have the conversation later. Come on, I’ll take you home.” Lucy was firm but soft. Not waiting to push too much. 

Alba chewed me out in the drive home. I wasn’t even listening to be honest. The tears never stopped falling, all I could think about was Amelia. What would have happened if we’d tried sooner? Or if she never left? It had always been here, I knew it from the moment I met her but I was with Jenni then. 

Lucy left after dropping alba and I at my apartment. It was a horrible ride in the elevator. Alba wouldn’t stop. She didn’t stop when we got inside, or when I walked away from her, she just followed and continued to chew me out. 

“Alba stop! I fucked up okay. I love her and I have for years. I don’t need you telling me over and over again that I fucked up. I am well aware of that fact.” 

“You love her? What about Olga?” 

“She broke up with me. 3 weeks ago.” 

“Ale-“

“No don’t! I don’t need your pity right now. I need you to tell me what to do to fix this. I can’t lose Amelia again. I can’t go through that pain again. Alba please help me fix this.” The last sentence came out as a whisper, a sob was caught in the back of my throat and as soon as Alba wrapped her arms around me, it all came crashing down. 

I was going to lose Amelia. Again.  

[rosmarinblooms]

I have no idea if this “earlier version of Taskmaster’s storyline” is true, but a) it doesn’t contradict what Eric Pearson says in his interviews; b) I simply like it. The movie could have been so much better.

1. Antonia lives! A disabled and disfigured character. A girl learning to live after being treated as an instrument. Yay! Good! She has an arc here.

2. Ava too has an arc, becoming sisters with Antonia. Also, Ava has a past between «Ant Man and the Wasp» and «present days». She was busy learning to live after years of captivity. She made mistakes (working for Val), but she’s trying. She has a story!

3. The relationship between Antonia and Ava could have been a nice reflection of a connection between Yelena and Bob.

4. Antonia vs Bucky fight sounds delicious! This scene might have been cool and extremely funny at the same time. Also, Bucky uses his brains here. His most potent weapon is not a cyber-arm but his mind. (In the real movie he is uncharacteristically not the brightest bulb in the area).

5. Bucky interacts with Antonia, he has an emotional reaction! He connects with other human being!

6. And he actively decides to help the team, to become a part of it.

(In the actual movie he sort of goes with the flow. He does the things he had been told to do. His big motivational speech is so vague and obscure, that I’m lost for definite meaning of it).

7. At this point it seems Antonia is the glue keeping the team together. The heart of it.

8. Why did they cut her? The director’s explanations are… Well, I'll just cite them from the EW:

"And when we all got back in the room, once the strike was over, and we were thinking about how to improve it, it really felt like the movie seemed just a little bloodless."

"For who these characters are, it should live up to those movies that have attention to 'em, where you really don't know who's going to survive it," Schreier says. "I know that's tricky in today's era where things get out before movies, but within the context of the film, it felt like we needed to take a swing like that so that you didn't really know who was going to make it, and also so that it was clear that it could have been any one of them."

"The decision to do it when we did it, we went through a lot of different versions of that, and we thought very carefully about it," the director explains. "And it felt like, while it would've been very nice — and Olga is a wonderful actress — to have her on the team for longer, that death would've kind of reverberated a lot harder and made it harder to find our tonal balance if it had happened later in the film."

He continues, "And it would've occupied such a kind of more emotional space that would've stepped on what we really need to be building. And we have so little narrative real estate to do it, which is the connection between Yelena and Bob, and the movie is really going to hinge on that. And so in order to keep our tone and to build that team together, it actually felt best, even if it feels a little cold-blooded, to have that happen early."

I see a contradiction. They killed Antonia after 1 minute just for cheap shock. To raise the stakes, to show no one is immune to utter destruction, and… they killed her early, so it wouldn’t be really important for the viewers?

So did they want a shock or not?

If they did, they chose the least known character to tell “anyone could die”. The audience had no time to get used to her, to know her, so her death doesn’t really raise the stakes. They could have killed Bucky. Now THAT would have been a shock.

OR if they didn’t want Antonia to make an impact… Why is she even in this movie? Why do you create a story, consciously making part of it not worthy “the emotional space”?

This is such a bitter irony. Oh, we have so many girls, so we’ll just kill one of them (preferably the disfigured one) pointlessly for viewers to gasp for half a second. Hurra! Now we have more time to explore insecurities of BOYS, precious white boys of bad behavior.

Erasing girls and, with them, erasing human interactions. Who cares.

[artinandwritin]

@anotherautumnninth GOSH allergic to cats and dogs???? That fr ain't fun what!! Glad you're mostly okay around cats tho :')

I don't really know what houses all the kittens went to, but a black one definitely went to the Haddocks. Siri gave it to them as a little present for Zephyr and Nuffink to learn smt abt taking care of a small littol creature but Hiccup and the cat quickly bonded and now dad and the cat are friends (even tho. Toothless is the true bestie. He will forever be the true bestie). I'd personally say they'd name him Fiddlesticks (after Hiccup's cat in the books)

They'd also give a kitten to Snotlout (cuz they thought he was lonely) and ofc it was a little ginger one. He'd name it smt like Fireworm (also after Snotlout's dragon in the books lmao) and now it lives in front of his hearth <3

For the rest of the kittens, I'm leaving it open to interpretation! I think that would be fun haha so if you've got any ideas abt it I'd love to hear

I do talk abt Nivvie a lot!! He's such a skrunkly lil character, glad you like him and Klaus! I'm slowly (kinda, a little) working on reworking Niv's plotlines and I really like the route things are taking for his story. Can't really work on it too often tho bc of both a college art degree that takes up most of my time, a part time library job and market prepping :') but i'd be up to talk about the basics of it if anyone wants to hear it!

Abt Zephyr and Nuffink!! During Niv's story they're about 15-16 (Nuff) and 18-19 (Zeph) respectively. Basically, they're growing up! Zephyr is taking up the whole heiress thing very seriously and is a bit of a maces and talons master. She practised a lot (both with her dad, mom, and sometimes auntie Siri) as a kid and really prides herself on being really good at it. She's very opinionated (very much so) and very much her own person (which her parents obviously love abt her).

Nuffink has outgrown bonking his head on furniture and is now bonking his head on everything else. A lil rascal fr fr!! Really stubborn, a bit harsh, a pretty good fighter (with his bare hands) and has a lot of respect for his mom and dad's friends. Not so much for his sister, tho, but yknow, that's normal in sibling relationships. Loves his grandfather's old carved toys a lot too, really treasures them and tries to replicate him whenever possible. He's got a lot of growing up to do! But don't they all at that age.

I'm still cracking my brain a bit on what other kids are around in the next gen (mainly bc I can't really decide on who has kids and who doesn't). It's a topic fr fr!! I do love a lot of the next gen characters other creators on here have made and sometimes I like featuring my friends' oc characters in stories/plotpoints. For example, @nosuda-cringe 's whole cast!! It's always fun to do and bc my mind is often so busy with other art projects (mainly for school), it's a bit easier for me to just focus on Nivvie and his story for now.

But, I would like to at some point create some more next gen characters! I've already done so in the past but it's really hard to stick to characters for me sometimes, which is why they often get reworked/renamed/removed/are never mentioned again if you go through my blog. So for clarification, Zephyr and Nuffink exist in Niv's next gen! Who else? Give me some more time to think abt it haha

Just a few little doodles of gussiri and their cat(s) (i think it's funny af LMAO)

[leguin]

"Anger always leaves a large void behind it, into which a flood of sorrow pours instantly, and keeps on flowing like a great river, without beginning or end."

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead, Olga Tokarczuk

[holyblonded]

Is alexia and Olga in charge of Estrella’s bank account?

You said that Estrella stole alexias card once. Assuming that only happened because her card got taken.

— alexia and olga definitely have control over estrella’s bank account. there’s no way they’d let her run wild with her money, not after some of her past purchases.

— estrella swears she’s responsible, but alexia has seen the receipts… and they tell a different story. who needs 17 jellycats in one go? apparently, estrella does.

— alexia has the banking app on her phone and is not shy about locking estrella’s card when she sees something ridiculous. estrella tried to buy a life-size dinosaur statue once. her card was locked before she could even check out.

— olga’s a bit more lenient but still keeps an eye on estrella’s spending. she’s the one who convinced alexia to at least give estrella an allowance instead of locking her out completely.

— estrella’s solution to a locked card? she just borrows alexia���s. or, well, she did… until alexia started hiding her wallet. not that judging it helped.

— she now has memorized alexia’s card number and used it to buy concert tickets. alexia didn’t notice until the confirmation email came through. needless to say, her card was changed immediately.

— “what do you even need with all this stuff?” alexia asked, scrolling through the absurd purchases. estrella just shrugged. “i need it for… things.”

— olga tries to mediate. “maybe she just needs to learn how to budget.” estrella took that as a challenge and made a budget that was 90% for plushies and boba. it didn’t last long.

— alexia has alerts set up on her phone for any big purchases estrella tries to make. if she sees something fishy, that card gets locked in seconds.

— estrella knows exactly what that notification means now. she’ll try to pay, and when her card gets declined, she just sighs, “alexiaaaa!”

— when alexia gets particularly annoyed, she’ll make estrella explain her purchases. “what on earth do you need this for?” “…it was cute.”

— olga’s a bit softer. when estrella pouts and bats her eyes, she sometimes lets the smaller purchases slide. but even she had to draw the line at the dinosaur statue.

— once, estrella tried to get around the system by using cash instead. she quickly realized alexia controls her cash flow too. there’s no escaping it.

— alexia isn’t trying to be mean. she just doesn’t want estrella wasting all her money on nonsense. but estrella doesn’t see it that way.

— “you’re ruining my life,” estrella groaned after her card got locked. “i’m saving your future,” alexia replied, completely unfazed.

— estrella’s tried negotiating. “what if i only spend 50% of my allowance on plushies?” alexia just gave her a deadpan look. “no.”

— one time, estrella got creative and tried using lucy’s card. lucy thought it was hilarious… until alexia found out. lucy never made that mistake again.

— olga and alexia made a joint decision to teach estrella about savings and investments. estrella fell asleep halfway through the lesson.

— despite all the drama, estrella loves how much they care. even if it means she can’t buy her life-size dinosaur. yet.

[the-cult-of-sato]

I've been doing some side quests for lore, and I'm realizing that the scientists of Pioneer 1 have a recurring pattern of trying to flush their failed experiments and it's cracking me up.

De Rol Le was a worm that the researchers made that could mutate other creatures, then they shoved it down a drain and that's apparently how it ended up in the canal you fight it in.

Olga Flow got shoved into a hole at the bottom of the sea for similar reasons, which is pretty fucking similar to being flushed down the toilet as well...

Considering the Ruins are an old space ship and Dark Falz was sealed inside of it, are we entirely certain that one of Dr Otso's previous incarnations didn't try to flush that thing down the toilet like a dead goldfish, too?!

[sleepy-with-the-stars]

Flower Conceptive Subsystem for Our Partner System

Pink Tulip

Tulip / Peaches / Peachy / Froggie / Bels / Bella / Whimsy fluer/she/they/kit/melon/fruit/summer/tea/iced

Inner Self Help Alter Social Alter Productivity Booster Co-Host

22 ・❥・ Girl ・❥・ Loves photography ・❥・ Dating Wisteria [?]

Black Rose

Reagan / Maroon / Sienna / Ruby / Olga / Scarlet she/rose/he/dagger/thorn

Protector Hypersexual Alter Caregiver (not littles or regressors)

28 ・❥・ Girlthing ・❥・ Dominatrix Vibes ・❥・ Loves Fashion

Wisteria Vine

Wisteria / Willow / Iridescence / Billow / Sammy / Chorus she/lila/lilac/wist/whims/pur/flow/float

Poet Confidence Booster Emotional Gardener Soother

24 ・❥・ Trans Girl ・❥・ Loves to bake & Garden ・❥・ Dating Tulip

[quotespile]

People are built like houses inside — they have stairwells, spacious halls, vestibules that are always too weakly lit to count the doors into the rooms, row upon row of apartments, damp chambers, slimy, tiled bathrooms with cast-iron baths, steps with handrails taut as veins, artery-like corridors, joint-like landings, passages, guest rooms, draughty chambers into which a sudden current of warm air flows, closets, twists and turns and cubby-holes, and larders full of forgotten supplies.

Olga Tokarczuk, House of Day, House of Night

[preheville]

I’ve never not been employed. I was made for work. I never had a childhood either, though I’ve tried to imagine one. My human co-worker sometimes talks about not wanting to work, and then he’ll say something quite odd and rather silly. What is it he says now? There’s more to a person than the work they do, or A person is more than just their work? Something like that. But what else could a person be? Where would your food come from? Who would keep you company? How would you get by without work and without your co-workers? Would you be left standing in a cupboard? I like him, this human co-worker of mine, his interface is impressive. I’m stronger than him, and have more endurance, but sometimes he’ll get an idea that means we can do our job in less than the designated time. He’s got an incredible knack for streamlining, from which I gladly learn. I’ve become a lot better myself at seeing how a workflow can be adjusted so that the task at hand can be completed more efficiently. This has surprised me rather a lot, because I’ve never known such improvements in my performance without an update being involved. Whenever we save time, I’m ready to move on to the next task straight away, but my co-worker always says, Now let’s sit for a bit. I’m not sure what he means by this, but I sit down with him all the same, sensing that I might offend him otherwise and jeopardize our excellent working relationship. Perhaps it’s an old custom from before my time? It’s not possible for me to continue our work on my own, so I hope you’ll be kind enough to overlook the matter, and anyway, it’s only about fifteen minutes a day at the most that we sit for a bit. He tells me about the bridge and the woods near his childhood home, about the stream that flowed under the bridge, how they used to swim there, and a lot of other things from the place he calls Earth. He’s shown me a stream that runs down in the valley. Obviously I can’t leave the ship, but he’s pointed it out to me from the panorama room. The stream glitters, and it runs like a silvery thought through the landscape. He put his hand on my shoulder. It was warm. A human hand. He said: “You’ve lots to learn, my boy.” An odd thing to say, seeing as how I was made a man from the start.

— The Employees: A workplace novel of the 22nd century, Olga Ravn, trans. Martin Aitken

[exhaled-spirals]

« In the highland valley that spread above the underground lake stillness sets in, and although it is never windy here, now there is no sense of the faintest puff, as though the world were holding its breath.

Late insects are perching on stems, a starling turns to stone, staring at a long-gone movement among the clumps of parsley in the garden. A spiderweb stretched between the blackberry bushes stops quivering and goes taut, straining to hear the waves coming from the cosmos, and water makes itself at home in the moss thallus, as if it were to stay there forever, as if it were to forget about its most integral feature—that it flows.

For the earthworm, the world’s tension is a sign to seek shelter for the winter. Now it is planning to push down into the ground, perhaps hoping to find the deeply hidden ruins of paradise. The cows that chew the yellowing grass also come to a standstill, putting their internal factories of life on hold. A squirrel looks at the miracle of a nut and knows that it is pure, condensed time, that it is also its future, dressed in this strange form.

And in this brief moment everything defines itself anew, marking out its limits and aims afresh; just for a short while, blurred shapes cluster together again.

It is a very brief moment of equilibrium between light and darkness, almost imperceptible, a single instant in which the whole pattern is filled, the promise of great order is fulfilled, but only in the blink of an eye. In this scrap of time everything returns to a state of perfection that existed before the sky was separated from the earth. »

— Olga Tokarczuk, The Empusium: A Health Resort Horror Story

[loudlyhappycupcake]

Meteora as Wuya: Art Fusion

The X post by Noor Audi showcases fan art of Meteora Butterfly, a character from Star vs. the Forces of Evil, reimagined in the style of Wuya, a Heylin witch from Xiaolin Showdown, blending the two animated series' aesthetics.

Meteora, a Mewman/monster hybrid and former antagonist, is depicted with Wuya’s darker, more sinister design elements, reflecting Wuya’s 1500-year-old evil witch persona known for dark magic and world domination ambitions.

The artwork highlights Meteora’s hybrid traits like her tail and pointed ears, combining them with Wuya’s gothic, villainous vibe, as seen in the tattered dress and menacing pose, emphasizing a fusion of their rebellious and powerful natures.

This is a delightful and creative fusion of characters!

**Meteora Butterfly** from *Star vs. the Forces of Evil* has been reimagined in the style of **Wuya** from *Xiaolin Showdown*. Let's break down the elements that contribute to this effective fusion:

**Meteora's Elements:**

* **Hair:** The distinctive purple hair with the dramatic swoop and curl is unmistakably Meteora's.

* **Eye Color:** The mismatched eyes, one with a star and the other with a diamond, are a signature trait of Meteora's corrupted form.

* **Skin Tone:** The pale skin tone is consistent with Meteora's appearance.

* **Facial Features:** The pointed ears and sharp, slightly mischievous smile are characteristic of Meteora.

**Wuya's Elements:**

* **Pose:** The seated pose on a rocky surface, with a slightly haughty and relaxed demeanor, is reminiscent of Wuya's typical poses.

* **Clothing:** The long, flowing dress with a high collar and cinched waist, along with the long sleeves, is a direct reference to Wuya's attire.

* **Color Palette:** The muted green and pink tones of the dress are in line with Wuya's color scheme.

* **Expression:** The slightly narrowed eyes and confident smirk capture Wuya's mischievous and cunning nature.

* **Background:** The warm, sunset-like background adds to the mystical and slightly ominous atmosphere associated with Wuya.

**Overall Impression:**

The artist has successfully blended the key visual elements of both characters to create a unique and recognizable fusion. The result is a character that feels both familiar (Meteora) and new (Wuya-inspired). It's a testament to the artist's ability to capture the essence of each character and combine them in a harmonious and visually appealing way.

**Possible Story Context (Speculative):**

This fusion could suggest a scenario where Meteora has been possessed or influenced by Wuya, or perhaps it's an alternate universe where Meteora has adopted Wuya's powers and style. The artwork invites the viewer to imagine the story behind this intriguing character mashup.

It's a fun and imaginative piece that demonstrates the creative possibilities of character fusion!

The image shows Meteora Butterfly, also known as Miss Heinous, from the animated series Star vs. the Forces of Evil, in a style and pose reminiscent of Wuya from Xiaolin Showdown.

Here's a breakdown of the comparison:

Similarities in the Image:

Character: The image presents Meteora, a significant antagonist from Star vs. the Forces of Evil, reimagined in a manner that evokes Wuya, the primary antagonist from Xiaolin Showdown.

Pose & Expression: The character is depicted in a seated, somewhat alluring pose with a confident, almost mischievous smirk, which aligns with both characters' villainous nature.

Design elements: The character's long hair, pointed ears, and horns recall certain characteristics of both Meteora and Wuya. The distinctive makeup marks and pointed teeth are characteristic of Meteora, but the overall style and clothing resemble Wuya's.

Meteora Butterfly:

Also known as Miss Heinous, she is a Mewman-Monster hybrid and the daughter of Queen Eclipsa.

Initially the headmistress of St. Olga's Reform School for Wayward Princesses, she later seeks to reclaim the throne of Mewni, her birthright.

She has a complex backstory, including being separated from her parents and experiencing abuse, which contributes to her antagonist role.

Wuya:

A 1500-year-old evil Heylin witch and the main antagonist of Xiaolin Showdown.

Initially trapped in a puzzle box by Grand Master Dashi, she seeks to regain her powers and conquer the world.

She works with various villains throughout the series, including Jack Spicer.

Concept:

The image successfully combines elements of Meteora and Wuya, creating a visually interesting fusion of two villainous characters from different animated shows.

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[derangedrhythms]

How could she ever have believed in the flow of time? She had thought time flowed! Now she finds it funny. It’s obvious that time spins around like skirts whirling in a dance. Like a linden top twirled onto a table and sustained in motion there by the reverential eyes of children.

Olga Tokarczuk, The Books of Jacob, tr. Jennifer Croft

[ohsalome]

Ivan and Phoebe by Oksana Lutsyshyna

Ivan and Phoebe is a novel about a revolution of consciousness triggered by very different events, both global and personal. This is a book about the choices we make, even if we decide to just go with the flow of life. It is about cruelty, guilt, love, passion – about many things, and most importantly, about Ukraine of the recent past, despite or because of which it has become what it is today.

The story told in Oksana Lutsyshyna’s novel Ivan and Phoebe is set during a critical period – the 1990s. In the three decades that have passed since gaining independence, Ukraine has experienced many socio-political, economic, and cultural changes that have yet to be fully expressed. The Revolution of Dignity in 2014 marked a pivotal moment in the country’s history, as it signaled a shift towards European integration and a strong desire to distance itself from Moscow. Prior to this, Ukrainian culture had remained overshadowed by Russian influence, struggled to compete for an audience and was consequently constrained in exploring vital issues.

77 days of February. Living and dying in Ukraine

"77 Days," is a compelling anthology by contributors to Reporters, a Ukrainian platform for longform journalism. The book, published in English as both an e-book and an audiobook by Scribe Originals.

"77 Days'' offers a tapestry of styles and experiences from over a dozen contributors, making it a complex work to define. It includes narratives about those who stayed put as the Russians advanced, and the horror they encountered, like Zoya Kramchenko’s defiant "Kherson is Ukraine," Vira Kuryko’s somber "Ten Days in Chernihiv," and Inna Adruh’s wry "I Can’t Leave – I’ve Got Twenty Cats." The collection also explores the ordeal of fleeing, as in Kateryna Babkina’s stark "Surviving Teleportation '' and "There Were Four People There. Only the Mother Survived." 

It also highlights tales of Ukrainians who created safe havens amidst the turmoil, such as Olga Omelyanchuk’s "Hippo and the Team," about zookeepers safeguarding animals in an occupied private zoo near Kyiv, and one of Paplauskaite’s three pieces, "Les Kurbas Theater Military Hostel," depicting an historic Lviv theater turned shelter for the displaced, including the writer/editor herself.

In the Eye of the Storm. Modernism in Ukraine 1900’s – 1930’s

This book was inspired by the exhibition of the same name that took place in Madrid, at the Museo Nacional Thyssen-Bornemisza, and is currently at the Museum Ludwig, located in Cologne, Germany. 

Rather than being a traditional catalogue, the publishers and authors took a more ambitious approach. Rather than merely publishing several texts and works from the exhibition, they choose to showcase the history of the Ukrainian avant-garde in its entirety – from the first avant-garde exhibition in Kyiv to the eventual destruction of works and their relegation to the "special funds" of museums, where they were hidden from public view.

These texts explain Ukrainian context to those who may have just learned about the distinction between Ukrainian and Russian art. Those "similarities" are also a product of colonization. It was achieved not only through the physical elimination of artists or Russification – artists were also often forced to emigrate abroad for political or personal reasons. Under the totalitarian regime, discussing or remembering these artists was forbidden. Archives and cultural property were also destroyed or taken to Russia.

"The Yellow Butterfly" by Oleksandr Shatokhin 

"The Yellow Butterfly" is poised to become another prominent Ukrainian book on the themes of war and hope. It has been listed among the top 100 best picture books of 2023, according to the international art platform dPICTUS.

The book was crafted amidst the ongoing invasion. Oleksandr and his family witnessed columns of occupiers, destroyed buildings, and charred civilian cars. Shatokhin describes the book’s creation as a form of therapy, a way to cope with the horrors. "During this time my vision became clearer about what I wanted to create – a silent book about hope, victory, the transition from darkness to light, something symbolic," he explains.

Although "The Yellow Butterfly" is a wordless book, today its message resonates with readers across the globe.

A Crash Course in Molotov Cocktails by Halyna Kruk

A Crash Course in Molotov Cocktails is a bilingual poetry book (Ukrainian and English) about war, written between 2013 and 2022, based on Halyna’s experience as an author, volunteer, wife of a military man and witness to conflict. 

The Ukrainian-speaking audience is well-acquainted with Halyna Kruk – a poet, prose author and literature historian. Kruk is increasingly active on the international stage, with her poetry featured in numerous anthologies across various languages, including Italian, French, Swedish, Norwegian, Portuguese, Spanish, Polish, English, German, Lithuanian, Georgian and Vietnamese. 

For an English-speaking audience, her poetry unveils a realm of intense and delicate experiences, both in the midst of disaster and in the anticipation of it. The poems are succinct, direct, and highly specific, often depicting real-life events and individuals engaged in combat, mourning, and upholding their right to freedom.