#ch oliver

[heritageposts]

I'm reading about how Israel, in the immediate aftermath of the 1948 Nakba, deliberately replaced olive trees and other indigenous flora with European plants. This ecological disaster, which is now proudly hailed under the banner of 'making the desert bloom,' was done to 'de-Arabize' the landscape, and to cover up - often with fast-growing European pine trees -the ruins of Palestinian villages that were destroyed by Zionists forces.

And I just need everyone to read this passage from Pappé, because the symbolism of what happened to those European pine trees in the desert speaks for itself:

The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, by Ilan Pappé (2006, p. 227-228.)

#free palestine #israel #gaza #this is under ch 10 'The Memoricide of the Nakba' - > 'Virtual Colonialism and the JNF' #''olive trees had popped up in defiance of the alien flora planted over them fifty-six years ago.''

[ahsokatanoe]

THE BEAR 2.06 Fishes 2.10 The Bear

#thebearedit #richie jerimovich #james kalinowski #uncle jimmy #sydney adamu #tiffany jerimovich #gary woods #ebon moss bachrach #oliver platt #ayo edebiri #gillian jacobs #corey hendrix #the bear #the bear fx #* #*gifs #*thebear #s: the bear #ch: richie jerimovich

[otoyas]

GAME OVER | oliver aiku x f!reader

CW: smut, fratboy!oliver (i swear he is an actual sweetheart ..), petnames, creampie, mating press, choking, alcohol use, mild noncon filming (if u squint)

word count: 2.1k

a/n: frat!au bllk (and oliver) has been plaguing my mind lately .. so i might just make this a mini series

Oliver has always been a tease. He’s a flirt with everyone but especially with you.

Your friends have continuously told you to ignore it and to ignore him because everyone knows he’s just trying to get in your pants. 

He’s bad news in theory and even worse in person - is what everyone says.

But you’re stubborn as hell and the more people tell you to stay away from him, the more you want to see for yourself. So you entertain him. Not enough to be obvious to everyone but enough to form an unspoken game between you two.

Who gives in first?

-

The first thing you notice is that he smells so fucking good.

You’re two drinks in, chatting up with your friends until you feel a heavy arm land across your shoulder. You catch a whiff of the body and you decide that he smells delicious. An expensive woody cologne with a hint of musk and you instantly knew who the weight belonged to. Oliver Aiku.

You don’t shrug him off yet. So you hold on to his arm and lean on to his shoulder, basking on the occasional whiff of his intoxicating scent.

“Welcome ladies,” he greets you all with the smuggest smirk on his face. Your friends roll their eyes and wave him off, leaving the area when they realize that you are going to play his game. Once they disappear from your view, you feel his lips lightly press against the shell of your ear and a smirk forming. “And welcome y/n.” 

You hum in response before finally facing him. His arms instinctively move down your back, resting just above your ass. Throwing your arms around his neck, you slowly tug him closer to you, chests just centimeters apart. 

This is when you realize that you’ve never seen his face up close, and you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or not but you didn’t think he’d be this attractive. “Oliver,” you slur out, tilting your head to the side.

You ignore how his hands start to fiddle with the ends of your shirt, lifting it up a little to trace circles on your lower back. But your body betrays you, goosebumps forming from how good his touch feels. 

He steps in closer, bringing your chests closer, and says your name.

“Nice to finally meet you,” you giggle. “Yeah? Finally, huh?” He says, agreeing with you.

All the previous interactions you’ve had with him have been minor. Stolen glances, light flirting, the occasional touch from bumping into each other at parties. But nothing like this where you’re both left alone.

You don’t want to give in yet, at least not completely, so you pull away from his touch and make your way to the kitchen.

-

“Fancy seeing you ‘round here,” you chortle, sitting on the island chair and making yourself as comfortable as you can despite its occasional creaking.

The party is dying down a bit, nearing its end. Bottles of unfinished beer and liquor on the kitchen table and the island stand between the two of you. The smell of the house is surprisingly not… pungent, considering the shit that happens here.

He chuckles at your comment and opens the cooler, showing off the minimal variety. “Pick your poison, sweetheart.”

“Between beer and another beer,” you lean over to stare at your choices. “I’ll take that one,” you point out. 

“Ah, good choice. A beer,” he snickers, grabbing two and opening your can of beer for you. You thank him, ignoring the way your fingers touch, and reposition yourself with your body facing the island. 

Oliver sits on the chair to your right and faces you. “So,” he starts, a lopsided smirk forming, “why are you playing so hard to get?”

You almost want to laugh at him but you settle with a light hearted eye roll. Is it that obvious? Or is he just a smartass who knows when people are attracted to him? It wouldn’t be surprising if he knew because he is extremely attractive.

Batting your eyelashes, you turn to look at him and ask as innocently as you can, “what do you mean?”

He lets out a light sigh and grabs the base of the chair, pulling you close, forcing you to face him. Gasping at the sudden force, you yelp out his name. “Come on princess, you’re not that fucking dumb.”

The buzz of the alcohol finally hits, your head feeling heavy, and the giggles slip easily out of your mouth. Leaning forward, you try again. “You really think so?” Hiccup.

You’re flirting with him now – you won’t deny that you’re attracted to him and at this point, with the proximity between you and Oliver, it’s taking everything in you to not kiss him. 

He only leans closer too, knees now touching each other, your legs slotted between his larger ones. You hold your breath when you see him bring his hand forward, anticipating something to happen because the tension is so thick, only for him to tuck the strand of hair that’s fallen to your face. But he keeps his hand cupped to the side of your neck and tugs you in closer.

He breathes out your name lowly. Hiccup. “Hmm?” You respond, almost mewling.

Then, you feel air blowing by your neck, followed by a lick, tracing all the way from your collarbone to just below your ear. He continues to nip at the smooth skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your neck and your ear, nibbling on it and at the shell. It leaves you squirming in your seat, rubbing your thighs for some friction.

You let out a breathy moan when his hand finally touches your thigh, inching closer and closer to your heat but he does it so slowly, toying with you.

You wanted to tell him more, to kiss you, to fuck you but a booming voice and whistling makes you groan at the sudden interruption. When you pull away, you’re faced with a couple members of the frat, clapping and whooping at the sight, one visibly recording with no shame like this was a normal occurrence.

You pout slightly and tug at his wrist, hopeful that he might lead you to a more private space. And he does— he takes you up the stairs, passing a couple doors before finally arriving into his room.

Locking the door, he opens his mouth, quick to come up with an excuse. “Sorry about that, they’re uh…”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off. You look around at his room – trophies, medals, and pictures of him playing soccer surrounded the walls.

“Kinda expected it,” you say, waiting for him to finally make a move. But he doesn’t. He just stands there, almost cautious of your reaction like he was just not mauling your fucking neck.

“Why are you playing so hard to get?” You take a jab at him, poking his chest jokingly but he catches your wrist. The lopsided, boyish smirk returns to his face. “We’re playing that game now?”

You lock gazes. “What game?”

“Don’t play stupid, princess,” he repeats before finally kissing you. Rough, calloused hands cup your cheeks, holding you close. Oliver is a good kisser; his lips are soft and he tastes so good. You melt into his drunken touch, moaning into his lips when he coaxes your mouth to open wider with his tongue. His kisses are dizzying and have you gripping onto his shirt.

He lays you on his bed gently, pulling away to take his shirt off. God, can he get any more attractive? Your thoughts eat you alive - your hand finding its way to touch his bare chest.

You hear him take a sharp intake of his breath before continuing your movements, slowly moving down to the play with the band of his bottoms.

“Such a fucking tease,” he hisses.

You kiss him again while helping him unzip his pants — his hard on now visible. Fuck. You think. Or you don’t. You feel so overwhelmed and you're so turned on just by him. Luckily, he feels the same way because he doesn’t waste time tugging your top over your head and unclasping your bra – way too easily by the way.

His mouth immediately finds its way to your chest, playing with your tits, nipping at the hard, sensitive bud before sucking on them. His tongue circles the nipple and sucks on it, making you moan. His other hand finds your heat, hovering over the wet patch on your panties, shivering at his touch.

“P-please,” you plead, hands gripping the ones neglecting your cunt, desperate for him to touch you. He pulls away and gives you a sloppy kiss before asking. “Please what?”

“Please touch me- I-i wanna cum,” you confess, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes in frustration. His hands leave your clothed pussy, making you whine at the sudden coldness even more, before gripping your face, cooing at you. “Aw, you wanna cum? Is that it?”

You nod, begging for him to touch you.

“What do you want, baby? Hm?” He traces figures on your stomach and you whimper. “Is it my fingers?” He dips down even further, placing a kiss on your chest, then your lower belly. You feel your cunt gush and throb at the affection. “My mouth?” Your thighs shut tight at the suggestion. “Or my cock?” And you let out a breathy yes.

He pulls his boxers down to show his cock, hard and leaking at the tip. You whine at the sight, “inside now, please,” you beg.

Finally, he listens to you for once. Without any intention to take your panties or skirt off, he lifts both your legs, resting them on his shoulders. You move your body to a more comfortable angle before signaling him to continue. He positions himself, one hand holding on to the frame of the bed for support and the other on his shaft, guiding it inside of your already dripping cunt.

He pushes into you slowly, groaning the second he fills you up to the brim. It feels so good. Your cunt hugging his cock so perfectly — so warm and so wet all just for him. And you whine at the painful yet pleasurable feeling of being filled up. The girth of his cock stretches you out and makes you feel lightheaded.

He picks up his pace and it makes you want to squirm, but you can’t. Not when his arm is clutching your legs so close together. He pounds onto your throbbing cunt mercilessly, the skin slapping reverberating around the room. Every thrust sends you into a deeper euphoria — almost suffocating with how much force he puts into it.

You let out choke gasps, struggling to catch your breath. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. Heat starts to grow on your lower belly, your orgasm bubbling at the constant friction to your sticky clit, and the head of his cock massaging your g-spot easily. His hands find its way to your neck, fingers pressing onto your throat, and you feel a slight rush in your head.

It’s dizzying and you love it. The rush travels its way to your cunt quickly. His thrusts grow sloppier but still have enough force to push you deeper into his soft bed. “I-i think I’m gonna cum,” you manage to choke out through hiccups and tears.

“Fuck, your pussy feels s-so good,” he grunts through deep, long, sharp thrusts that has your pussy creaming and thighs quivering for it. He grabs the underside of your thigh, groping it, and peppers chaste kisses on your ankle.

He groans, your pussy growing tighter and tighter with each thrust and he can’t hold it in much longer. “Can I cum inside, please.” Begging.

“Let me cum inside this pretty pussy.” Again, voice rasp and needy.

“Yeah, y-yeah. Inside.” You grip onto the bed, so close to reaching your own high. The hand gripping around your neck moves to your cheeks, and he gives you a sloppy kiss full of tongue. He’s relentless with his thrusts, you feel crushed, and with his body weight pushing down against you, his cock meets the gushy inside of your cunt, and it’s enough to thrash and twitch below him.

When your orgasm dies down, his follows shortly after. The white, strings of cum creaming and warming your insides. With chests heaving, you both lay down on the now soaked and messy bed.

You make the first comment. “That was good.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, swinging his hand over and pulls you close. “We should do that more often.”

“Or a couple more times,” you suggest, cuddling into his chest. Oliver hums in agreement.

Silence fills the room again but you have one last thing to ask him. Gnawing at your lip, you ask him your question.

“Just as friends or…” You trail off, hoping he would get the hint, and to your luck - he does. “Nah, not just as friends.”

Game over.

#bllk smut #blue lock smut #oliver aiku smut #oliver smut #blue lock x reader #by otoyas #.ch oliver #tw noncon filming

[dcmultiverse]

Harvey Dent, Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen in Batman: The Doom That Came to Gotham (2023)

#dcedit #dcauedit #batman #two-face #green arrow #ch: bruce wayne #ch: harvey dent #ch: oliver queen #a: batman the doom that came to gotham #animated #gif #mine #by jus

[plague-of-insomnia]

Ch 197 : Send in the Clones

This is a short chapter. Finny and Snake are led from the outside by Susan, one of the young staff members, who teases/flirts with Snake about his relationship with Doll before introducing them to the Collie class. They made bath salts the day before and today are making pound cake with orange marmalade, instructed by an older woman staff member.

While we’re here, we meet a few more of the children at the orphanage, and more parallels begin to emerge.

We’ve already met Theo, the “Ciel” clone, and Jenny, one of the kids from the outdoorsy Corgi class in chapter 196, so now we get to meet three more, who parallel the other servants: Sebastian, Mey Rin, and Bard.

Oliver (オリバー), Mey Rin’s Doppleganger, Collie Class

It’s possible Oliver is a boy, but it isn’t explained. (Oliver does use 僕, boku, the same first-person pronoun Our Ciel does, and a common one for young boys.) Oliver is also very shy and tends to stutter when they speak, like Mey. Oliver has a strong aptitude for domestic tasks like embroidery, and seems very close/clingy with Daniel, the Bard clone, and always seems to be apologizing.

Artie (アーティ), Sebastian’s Doppleganger, Mastiff Class

Artie is the oldest in his class and impresses Finny and Snake with elegant manners and speech, just like a high-ranking servant like a butler. He keeps some of the other kids in line (like the Bard clone Daniel), and also seems to know more than he initially lets on about “fledgling day” (the day that the kids leave the orphanage, supposedly). He also uses the same pronoun as Sebastian, 私, Watashi.

Daniel (ダニエル), Bard’s Doppleganger, Collie Class

Daniel is definitely a boy (or he sees himself as one, anyway), as he complains about having to dress like a girl and do “woman’s work,” in much the same way that Bard complained to Seb when he first joined the servants. And like then, he’s given a stern talking to about cooking and other domestic tasks not being the sole domain of women. (He even uses the same pronoun, オレ/俺, ore, as Bard.)

I can’t say yet what the significance of these parallels are yet, but they’re definitely one of the most important aspects of this chapter. The other one has to do with a term that’s repeated over and over this arc—

「巣立ちの日」, literally “leaving the nest day,” or what I’m calling “Fledgling Day.”

It’s the day that the eldest in each class “ages out” of the orphanage and presumably goes on to the world to work as a servant in their area of expertise, and is a day of celebration. When Artie first talks about it in this chapter, it’s while lecturing Daniel about needing to be prepared with skills when he leaves the orphanage one day.

However, only a few pages later, Susan, one of the staff, announces that Jenny, the girl we met last chapter who was afraid of horses, is having her “Fledgling Day.”

This is sudden and surprising news that almost everyone seems excited about—except for Artie and Oliver. The latter is so shocked that they forget to tend the marmalade they’re making and it begins to boil and burn—and I wonder if that juxtaposition is intentionally ominous as to why they’re so concerned about this news.

On the last page of the chapter, Artie murmurs about how this can’t be, it’s too sudden, genuinely horrified. Does he know that “failures” are disposed of? It’s giving me even stronger Promised Neverland vibes now…

Another interesting element is that Snake seems oblivious to their different reaction, but not Finny. Could it be because of his own experience as a test subject that he can recognize what it means to have failures “disposed of”?

I wonder if Oliver and Artie may become allies to Finny and Snake, and if we may be horrorfied (ala the bone prosthesis in the circus arc) once we learn more about what Undertaker is doing with all these kids…

~#~

As always please be respectful of the work I’ve put into my translations and don’t use my translations or screenshots without credit.

I’m also human and I make mistakes, so apologies in advance if there are any.

#black butler #黒執事 #ch 197 #kuro spoilers #english translation #sebastian michaelis #fol orphanage #finny #ciel phantomhive #mey rin #bard #snake #doll #artie #theo #jenny #oliver #susan #undertaker #poi translation #chapter summary #collie class #mastiff class #fledgling day #comparison #sorry this is so late #100 notes

[questionable-chnt-hc]

idk if you're into tma but I had this silly goofy idea that Mike crew would make a great camp counselor and oliver banks would come in sometimes as a guest speaker on why death is a natural part of the cycle of life (he avoids the gravediggress though. he won't say why but we all think he sees something strange.)

This is a good one I like this one

#camp here and there #ch&t #chnt #mike crew #oliver banks #the gravedigress

[juxl25]

NEW KURO CHAPTER COVER

(spoilers)

Look at our kids <33

It’s not kurover (hopefully)

#black butler #kuro spoilers #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji finny #ch 211 #mabel kuroshitsuji #Oliver kuroshitsuji #f.o.l orphanage #artie kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji theo

[xoxobluelock]

Captain and Gardner

He will guard his striker’s bloom

Oliver Aiku

#Oliver Aiku #rhymes with #haiku #Wrote him a quick lil haiku ‘cause his name kept getting autocorrected to it in my notes #Uhoooh I’m working on notes—might mean I’ll actually update the fic soon 🤪 #bllk #blue lock #Aiku Oliver #blue lock u20 arc #ch 134 #blue lock manga spoilers #back at my haikus again

[mellowsmuses]

[🧢]: Oliver sleepily singing and lightly dancing and kneading into a blanket.

🎶"We built we built this city now! We built, we built this city~."🎶

#ic #ch: oliver #// vibes felt right #🧢𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇 ♥

[bladesandstars]

I have so many photos from the game but I cannot find a single USB drive in my house. 😂 Soon. But for now, I took photos of the screen lol.

#bg3 #tav #tav!lukas #ch: lukas oliver #tiefling #paladin

[dissoluterp]

SEPTEMBER 1. ship: OLIADNA.

Ariadna Atreides + Oliver Trudeau.

El comienzo inesperado de esta historia: ×

× made by @ladybossrp

× rpg @cronicasvampiricas-rpg

#oliadna #ch: ariadna #oliver trudeau #ariadna atreides #made by lady boss #my birthday 31 #regalo de mi marida rolera

[tabswrites]

7 Snippets 7 People

Tagged by @avrablake here!

Gently tagging: @mysticstarlightduck @winterandwords @athenswrites @pheita

All right, let’s give this a whirl.

From Tomb of Light, Ch. 1

Following the same path she had taken three years before, Mara raced down the dark hallway, making two left turns before reaching a small room. Dozens and dozens of heavily bound books had been crammed into every available space, the pages yellowed. The smell of mildew and lignin filled her nostrils and she took a deep breath knowing this would be the last time she found herself in this room. She wished, as she had the last time, that she could spend hours examining every book, every page. A large piece of parchment caught the corner of her eye and she spun around excitedly. It was unsurprising to her that the very item she had been exiled for reading had been returned to the exact same place, frozen in time like a statue commemorating her transgressions. The Rothe family honestly believed no one would dare repeat her near-fatal mistake; not even Mara herself.

From ToL Ch. 2

Mara glowered at him with shimmering eyes. “Have you not considered that my life’s worth came only from the men who knew me? The poor orphaned girl, cast aside by her own father, graciously raised by Elder Herric.” Oliver could only look on mournfully as the fight washed out of her and she melted into the chair. “I was encouraged to study and prepare to take over his position and in doing so was encouraged to challenge the world. Our elders demand innovation to drive us further from the Old World and ignore the fact that there were once people that walked this earth, who could shape the world with a snap of their fingers. If my curiosity was ever dangerous, it was because they made it so. I sought that knowledge for Rothar.”

From ToL Ch. 3

They entered a circular room he had only seen once, on a tour during his initiation. The council room had been empty then, the oil lanterns lit only for dramatic effect. Today the raised cedar bench was occupied by six people, four men and two women. All the lanterns had been lit, hanging every few feet to illuminate the entire room. Shadows danced across the granite as their bodies moved into the light. The captain gestured for him to stand in the center of the room, then retreated to the corner to watch, hands clasped behind her back. It was the first time Adrin had ever seen her act like a meek guardsman, not the intimidating captain he was used to.

From ToL Ch. 4

Adrin froze in place, sending a cloud of dirt into the air. His head swiveled.

“Did you hear that?”

Mara continued down the hill. “No. Are we almost there?”

“Mara,” Hettie hissed. “Look at him.” The reproach in her voice was in stark contrast to her usual dulcet tone. Mara didn’t often do what others asked of her, but this time she chose to listen. She stopped at the bottom of the hill and turned to see Hettie, paused midway down. Mara’s head cocked to the side as she surveyed the otherwise empty forest.

“Where did he go?”

From ToL Ch. 5

She remembered what he had said when they were walking to the compound.

It’s only my first day. There’s still time to break me.

Her arms were around him in an instant and as she exhaled, she finally let forth the flood that she had been threatening to burst. She felt his shoulders shake and realized he must have done the same. It was too much. The blood, the anger, the hatred–all new to her. Perhaps in her isolation she had only prolonged the inevitability of life’s burdens, and now she was being punished for it.

From ToL Ch. 6

It was then he was forced to acknowledge what he had been avoiding–he was disgraced, just like her, and no amount of posturing would convince people to ignore the shadow that had settled over him once his uniform had been stripped away. He was a fool to think he could outrun it. The plain black trousers, gray tunic and black boots were all he had left–even his beloved sword, a gift from his father, had been taken from him. He had nothing left but a bitter taste in his mouth and the looming shadow of the girl he loved.

From ToL Ch. 7

“Do you think he’ll be okay?”

She shrugged. “Who knows? He hasn’t eaten in two days, at least. He’s weak.”

Hettie gasped. “You haven’t eaten in two days?!”

“He hasn’t,” she clarified. “I found some salmonberries by the stream, and I could catch a fish if I needed to–though I’d rather starve.”

“So you just chose not to offer him food, then.” Hettie sighed.

Mara didn’t like how quickly her disappointment buried itself in her gut. She was used to Henri treating her altruistic tendencies like a form of amusement. “He’s two and twenty years old, Hettie. If he can’t remember to feed himself, that’s not my problem.”

#7 snippets 7 people #tag games #wip: tomb of light #silver sentinels #dedicating this to Oliver to apologize for Ch 10 #love you buddy

[sushisartblog]

SQUIDKIDS

#my oc #ocs #cephalopod #my art #my art lol #*ch~ art #inkling #octoling #oc olive #oc sepia #splatoon 3 #splatoon 3 oc #splatoon 3 ocs #team scissors #splatoon fashion #splatoon #splatoon 2 #it's a little old but its fine :) #i like them very much

[dcmultiverse]

“We need to give this city purpose and honour the damnation which bore it.” Batman: The Doom That Came to Gotham (2023)

#dcedit #dcauedit #a: batman: the doom that came to gotham #ch: bruce wayne #ch: cassandra cain #ch: pamela isley #ch: oliver queen #ch: jason blood #ch: barbara gordon #ch: talia al ghul #animated #gif #mine #by jus

[aloneintheafterglow]

*the comic book version*

#i'm sorry but this was too funny #m; oliver stark #oliver stark edit #oliverstarkedit #aisha hinds #daily911 #911daily #mygifs* #ch; evan buckley.

[mcytblrconfessions]

So you know the dial town ranboo stream where Ranboo was simping for phone head guy named Oliver swift ? Okay, well I have a friend who looks like Ranboo and they recently got in a relationship with my other friend, awesome, cool, good for them.

My other friend looks like Oliver swift from dial town.

What does this mean ?

#confession #cc: ranboo #ch: oliver swift