#with : olivc

[rozijevsvetblog-blog]

Losos malce drugače

Za današnjo večerjo sem dobila navdih na Pintarestu, losos malce drugače. Družina je celo vprašala, če je to mečarica. Pomaranč nisem uporabila, ker jih bomo raje stisnili v sok. Kot ponavadi sem naredila po svoje. Klasika. Sol, poper, timijan ter olivc. Zraven pa špinača in krompir.

[thirdwars]

“ stop crying. ” (penny and euphemia)

Penny whimpers a little, then presses her lips together. She holds her breath, as if that will stop her from crying, and pressure builds in her face. “You’re mean,” she says, and she’s well aware that she sounds pathetic. She wipes at her eyes, pulls up the sheets to cover her half-bared chest, her frilly bra now seeming silly. She’s not sure why she keeps doing this, setting herself up for heartbreak, falling for people who she knows won’t love her back. Not that she loves Euphemia, of course, but she likes her, and there’s something in her that wants her. “I just thought -” A hiccup burst from her lips. She shakes her head, slips from underneath the sheets, looks for her top. “I’m gonna go.” Another pair of tears rolls over her cheeks, and she pulls on her top, her jeans, picks up her shoes, looks for her bag. Her voice is small when she adds, “I don’t need this.”

[unchosensarchive]

it all comes crashing down. ( juliet & cassius )

He disliked the waiting game. It was no doubt about control, but Cassius always preferred to be on the mission, not the one waiting behind. It was worse when he waiting with, of all people, Juliet. His expression automatically twisted into a a scowl at her words before he raised a challenging eyebrow, “Is that a threat or are you finally admittting you’re a coward?” 

They didn’t like each other, but he knew her. Like a sister, he thought, mouth twisting into a half-amused smile. Sick enough of the family he’d been born with, he never would have thought he’d chosen to shackle himself with another unwanted relative. And yet he had. And he knew she didn’t believe in this cause nearly so much as any of the others did. 

“It will be fine. They’ll be back soon.” His words are brisk, a poor attempt at comfort, but an attempt all the same, if only for the sake of Zelda and Diomedes. “And if they’re not, neither you nor I will rest until we find them. I’d break down the walls of Azkaban for Zelda,” he said fervently and then eyed her with something that was half-suspicion, “Isn’t that what you’d do for Dio?”  

[brckenhecrts]

❝ nobody cares about your problems. ❞ (juliet & pippa)

‘‘ And nobody cares about yours, Juliet. ’’ she snaps back like a child. ‘‘ your only personality trait is that you love the literal grossest man to walk the planet, so like, get off my back? ’’ she has had enough, enough of the slide remarks, enough of the subtle threats, enough of the overall COLDNESS the Avery family exudes. 

is her anger misdirected? always.  

[diornedes]

♬ (juliet & diomedes!)

run by daughter

While I powder my nose He will powder his guns And if I try to get close He is already gone Don't know where he's going Don't know where he's been

some unholy war by amy winehouse

If my man was fighting Some unholy war I would be behind him Straight shook up beside him With strength he didn't know It's you I'm fighting for He can't lose with me in tow I refuse to let him go At his side, and drunk on pride We wait for the blow

[bxdhabiits]

@olivcs​

laurie smirked at the sounds coming from the other, idly playing with the app on her phone, going up and down. “what’s the matter, babe? you okay?” laurie was so casual, but she couldn’t stop the facial expression due to what she knew was going on. the app controlled a vibrator currently inside the other and she was having too much fun messing with the other opposite of her, trying to eat their dinner out in public.

[dovelongb]

incorrect quotes 1/?: aka why people would rather not play boardgames with dove.                                          feat. @olivcs, @ofmagicandmuses, @boggart and @expcllicrmus

[hansworthrp]

É com muito pesar que nos despedimos hoje de um dos nossos visitantes. Esperamos que sua estadia tenha sido agradável, e que retorne em breve!

@morningstarmark​

@demedicitrixie​

@rutherfordrory​

@olivc​

@rbyjean​

@calhovn​

@gusbalzan​

@vpalacios​

@simcns​

@dealwithgcd​

@elehawthorne​

@nikumbra​

@heartyin​

@lovcs​

a partir de agora, os seguinte fcs se encontram livres para aplicação:  

henry cavill

rachel mcadams

hailee steinfeld

kristine froseth

camila queiroz

sebastian stan

shawn mendes

anya taylor joy

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nina dobrev

diana silvers

theo james

jessie mei li

crystal reed

[windsor-hq]

@achillesgrimaldi

@olivc

[hedgiexoxo]

I just added this listing on Poshmark: Olivceous gray tank top medium.

[thirdwars]

“ your eyes can be so cruel … ” (olive & dove)

Dove is taken aback for a moment, and then, sharply says: “So? This world is fucking cruel.” Monstrous is what she is, not just cruel, and she knows it full well. She wants to hide her claws and fangs from her family, but perhaps it hurts them only more if she does. If there’s one person in her family for who she doesn’t feel the need to hide her cruelty from, it’s Olive. It seems she was wrong. Dove tries to retract her monstrosities, her cruelty, but her eyes shine with that restless, endless fury. “Would you rather have me be soft, and be robbed of it? Don’t you get it? I have to be cruel, or else I can’t manage it. I’m not going to apologise for it.”

[seagrovehq]

ahoy it's ya girl

[iamquestioningresearch]

Oliver C. Speck

I came across a chapter from a book written by Olivcer C.Speck. The chapter is conveniently called "The joy of Anti-Art: Subversion through Humour in Dada." The chapter starts off by saying "Much has been said to the effect that the everyday is already heavily aestheticized, while art is losing it's romantic mission to subvert. 'Is this serious?' decides if the artwork is 'really' subversive or 'just a clever joke'. Within the chapter Speck talks about the relationship between humour and Dada. By means of humour, Dada achieved what constitutes a commonly-held expectation for modern art: a subversion of the prevalent ideology. People don't stick to the rules these days. if we refer back to the piece I wrote about Zizek and ideology, ideology is a system of ideas and ideals, especially one which forms the basis of economic or political theory and policy. Meaning that people aren't always doing the things society is telling us. While Dada's sometimes sophomoric humour might appear as nonsense, I will show that the Dadaists are dead serious about art. Indeed, they embrace the paradox of the Romantic programme to the bitter end. The art maybe a 'joke', but the message isn't. The quesiton - is this serious? - decides if the artwork is 'really' subversive or 'just a clever joke'. This is something as a subversive everyone questions throughout their work. Walter Benjamin describes the program of the Dada artist thus: "What they intended and achieved was a relentless destruction of the aura of their creation, which they branded as reproductions with the very means of their production. Dadaistic activities actually assured a rather vehement distraction by making works of art the center of scandal. One requirements was formost: to outrage the public (The Work of Art 237f)." What Benjamin is saying is people make art about things they like just to destroy it. Dadaists are trying to provoke a reaction from their audience. To sum up this piece of text I looked at I want to end it with the finishing sentence in the chapter. "We should instead hold true to Dada's animating force: A true Dadaist takes nothing seriously, by taking nothing seriously.

REF: Speck, O.. (2009). The joy of Anti-Art: Subversion through humour in Dada. In: Pailer,G and Bohn,A and Horlacher,S and Scheck,U Gender and laughter, comic affirmation and subversion in traditional and modern media. London: Rodopi . 371-381.

[dovelongb]

where - grimmauld place. who - @olivcs

The haunting story of what had happened to Dove’s grandparents had always weighed heavily on her being. It’d taught her a valuable lesson — that there were people in the world capable of insurmountable cruelty, but had also left her with an unrest. One that had grown when the people behind the crime had escaped Azkaban, years ago, flowered into something more. A destructive anger. A want for justice.

As the faces of some of these people stared at her now, Dove tightened her grip on the bucket in her hand. It carried tubes of paint and brushes, courtesy of aunt Luna, who’d been attempting to redecorate the place. Dove hadn’t told her about her plans when asking for the supplies, but supposed that defacement was a form of redecoration. She glanced at her sister, who was standing next to her, and took a moment before saying, “So. Where to start?” Her gaze returned to the face of Rodolphus Lestrange. She wanted to twist her lips into a smirk, devious. As if this was just a fun act of rebellion, nothing more. But she failed to do so properly. There was too much anger stirring inside her. “I was thinking devil horns for Roddy. Though that might be a bit on the nose.” Personally, Dove would prefer to set the entire thing ablaze, but she’d settle for defacing it. For now. “What do you think?”

[thirdwars]

jimmy and olive.

where – st mungo’s. who – @olivcs

It’s the day after.

Jimmy has not slept. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s gone a night without sleeping, sleep always having been a hard thing to come to, but it’s different this time. And it’s not like this is the first time Jimmy has been in a sticky situation and has gotten out of it, as his work is nothing but risk. It’s different, everything is fucking different when the enemy is not an institution, faceless, or a rich dude who’s easy to vilify but who you never really see.

He’s reeling from it. And on top of that, there is the worry about Olive Longbottom. Jimmy has never considered himself a hero, or even a good person, and yet. He’s done something that’s undoubtedly good, and he can’t let it go. Once the clock in the bottom of his laptop screen had hit 11:00, he’d pulled on his hoodie and left, a rare sense of duty motivating him. He’s standing in front of the door belonging to her ward, now, awkwardly fiddling with one of the strings of his hoodie. Hospitals make him feel stressed; they remind him of emergency rooms and sitting at Mundungus’ bed, head in hands, defeated and tired. Of flashing lights. Still, he opens the door, approaches the other’s bed. “Hey.” He’s silent a moment. “Hope it’s okay I stepped by, I er –– I wanted to see if you were okay.”

[hansworthrp]

A partir de agora, as seguintes contas tem até 24 horas para interagir:

@hvwthrnc

@stjcmes

@morningstarmark

@demedicitrixie

@rutherfordrory

@olivc

@rbyjean

@calhovn

@gusbalzan

@vpalacios

@simcns

@dealwithgcd

@kvaughan

@elehawthorne

@nikumbra

@heartyin

@lovcs