Olivia𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘

Olivia | she/her Neurotypical in the most autistic way possible Professional shitposter

[gorbling]

Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

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[hapalopus]

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More from the notes:

[vexwerewolf]

I love this post

[karifaevt]

The horse thinks as it scratches an itch

[sailermoon]

having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved

[writes-too-much]

Panem: the Capitol and its Districts

The Capitol - 'if color and waste were a society of people'

I HC that the Capitol (Salt Lake City) is where the most famous people from what was left of the US post WW2 settled to both explain their extra-lavish bullshit, their trans-atlantic accents, and to explain why it was already on such 'solid ground' during Panem's reformation as compared to some Districts.

District One - 'so close, yet so far'

This is where luxury goods are made, not had. This District on the surface is incredibly loyal to the Capitol but there's a deep underbelly of self-loathing, jealousy, and betrayal brewing underneath their apparently eagerness to be the perfect lap dogs. After all, a golden cage is still a cage.

District Two - 'if One is the lapdog, we're the guard dogs'

On the surface, Two is the place where any and all stone, gems, and metals are mined and processed. Beneath that facade, they supply the bulk of Panem's brute force in the form of both elite training schools for Peacekeepers to police the Districts and the impressive Champions (Careers) who win the Games often enough to fill their Victors' Village and then some. Incredibly loyal to the Capitol, they are the last District to be persuaded into open Rebellion.

District Three - 'the brains behind it all'

In every sense of the word, District Three is hard-wired for thinking. Adept with both physical and media computing, they pioneer and perfect every aspect of Panem's technologies, not that the Capitol will give them all the credit. On top of this, Three is the backbone behind the Second Rebellion, coordinating and executing the still revered plan to break the third Quarter Quell arena to save the Victors thrown back into their harrowing Games.

District Four - 'the sea offers a sense of freedom Panem can't'

Where most Districts are one large settlement with a few camps spread across its wilds to pursue their industry, Four lies in a special space of occupying most of the west coast of Panem. Because of this, many sub-cultures and traditions form. What they all have in common is a love for the water and a yearning to be as free as the waves let them feel. Some notable traditions are sea-shell wind-chimes (not as auditory as they seem but peaceful nonetheless), piercings to make events and accomplishments in a life well-lived, and a refusal to let the Capitol take their weakest children to slaughter, leading to their own formation of Career training camps.

District Five - 'power, at what cost?'

Largely underground because a cover of smog in the populated settlements and an expanse of solar panels everywhere else, Five has a rich artistic culture and love of life despite the Capitol's best efforts to subdue them. As of the First Rebellion, they took over as the source of Panem's nuclear power (though it was marketed by the Capitol as the first time experimenting w/ the power source, not the second, as it wanted to largely erase Thirteen from memory).

District Six - 'of course they poison us, we know too much'

The Capitol will never admit to it but there is a sense of unease when the notion of housing all mechanics for every sort of vehicle, including machines of war, in one District. To alleviate this, an outbreak of morphling addiction has gone untreated for almost thirty years, crippling the best minds in Six if the physical toll doesn't accomplush it first. Despite its best efforts, though, the Capitol could not Quell Six' innate creativity, or maybe it was the drugs making it far harder to ignore.

District Seven - 'small but mighty'

Though it takes over the most of Panem by land size, Seven is one of the smaller Districts by population. Because of this, they are carted around the wilds of the District, much like Four, to do their industry: lumber. With a rich mixed culture of Irish and native influences (credit to 'but the light never touched her' for that idea), Seven is an impressively small-knit community despite being so vastly separated for most of the year.

District Eight - 'the fabric of a revolution'

The first District to revolt openly against the tyrannical Capitol, Eight will forever be known as the backbone of the Revolution. In daily life, this is a people of family values above all else. Because of an excess of 'reject' fabrics and a dense population once heralding from long-forgotten middle-eastern countries like Turkey, Persia, Azerbaijan, and the like, Eight has perfected a means of making rugs from scraps. With its hyper-urban environment, their tributes tend to be at a disadvantage in the Games arena but, back home, there is a large population able to produce and distribute clay pottery from deposits long left forgotten beyond the legal borders of Eight. And, finally, as a safety precaution, most workers in their textile factories are avid braiders as it's one of the only ways to prevent scalping when using those large machinery.

District Nine - 'we're okay being forgotten, maybe it's safest'

Nine is known for one thing and one thing only: grain. What its population lacks in formal education, however, they make up for in culture, fun-loving, and an appreciation for life. Pre-Panem, this area was settled largely (but not entirely) by refugee Italian families from large cities like Chicago, New York, Philly, and wherever else the govt at the time deemed a target for nuclear strikes. Because of this, despite an overwhelming loss of Italian culture, there is one thing they can still appreciate: pasta. Though Nine often only receives refuse and Tesserae grain, they still make incredible dishes and have even perfected the reuse of grain stalks in weaving. Lastly, they are also the last District with a still-thriving Covey population so musical is similarly vital in their daily life despite most of the populous being unable to read sheet music, let alone most written word.

District Ten - 'the animals are treated better than us'

Sat in the southernmost regions of Panem (formerly Texas and what is left of Mexico), Ten holds onto the most of the cultures before Panem existed with a rich vaquero tradition despite the art form largely being lost to history. With it, too, is an ingrained sense of exploration and a yearning for freedom, the closest of which can only be attained on horseback. The sect of District Ten that tends exclusively to the cattle is largely nomadic for most of the year, in the saddle for the vast majority of their days moving the herd some twenty miles per day to ensure adequate land management.

District Eleven - 'the fruits of our labor aren't ours to keep'

Despite being one of arguable the most powerful Districts in Panem due simply to its industry being so immediately necessary, Eleven is treated with very little respect and care by the Capitol. Overworked, exploited, and left with maybe scraps, it's no wonder Eleven was the catalyst for outright rebellion the second time around. Despite this ill-contempt for the Capitol, Eleven is a largely peaceful and familial place for its residence, boasting strong communities that take care of one another, a colorful life of love, and a surprisingly good diet of flavorful foods despite what seems to be the Capitol's constant attempts to take even that away from them.

District Twelve - 'the canaries in the coal mine'

The poorest and smallest District in Panem, Twelve is known for its quiet resilience above all else. Its industry, coal, is almost insultingly reinforced not as a source of power (as indicated by Five's supplying of renewable energy like solar, wind, nuclear, and hydro-electric) but, as with many things, purely for the glee of the Capitol to send to One to be transformed into diamonds. A strong Appalachian culture still remains in the arena despite the Capitol's insistence that singing is largely punishable in gatherings and only allowed to be commodified by visiting Capitol industry leaders for parties.

District Thirteen - 'we found safety underground'

Formally recognized as the District responsible for graphite mining, Thirteen revealed itself to be a nuclear powerhouse and a well-oiled military force during the Second Rebellion. Prior to that, they were believed to have been long-destroyed by Capitol bombs when, in reality, they had simply made a deal in order to feign a catastrophe in exchange for freedom from the Capitol's rule. Life in Thirteen is rigorous, scheduled, and purpose is always found through functionality first and foremost. Despite that, there is a still a lively energy of camaraderie and support in all aspects of life unlike anywhere else in Panem.

[oohyuck]

Oh, right. The poison. The poison for Kuzco, the poison chosen especially to kill Kuzco, Kuzco's poison. That poison?

[scotchontherox]

Rip greasers, y'all would've loved running through the scientology building

[whatsupmykentucktfriedfuckers-2]

I don't know if this would be considered a controversial opinion but we should really start teaching kids about consent and the dangers of sexual assault from a young age, because they don't know better.

Children get sexually assaulted and don't realize that what is happening to them is wrong because majority of the time it's from someone who is older than them so they assume they know better. Sometimes it'll be someone they trusted like a family friend or relative. They think there's nothing wrong with it because if the adults doing it then it's okay. And if they don't like, they might not think they can say anything because what do they know that adults don't?

We teach kids about not getting into vans with strangers because they could get kidnapped and we sometimes even teach them about murders, because unfortunately that is a thing that could happen to them. But we don't teach them about the rules of consent and that an adult doing that to them is not okay because anything sexual is seen as "too mature" for kids to hear about. But they should hear about it because it can and does happen to them. I'm sure some parents are teaching their kids these dangers but it should be a much more common thing, because I know I wasn't taught it, and wasn't properly taught the rules of consent until a few years ago. Like, I knew and could figure out the basics, but I didnt have a proper talk about until health class in college/high school.

And getting a little personal here, but I know I would have been much better off if I knew about consent and sexual assault/harassment when I was a kid. Not getting into too many details, but I thought things were okay and didn't realize how fucked up it was because he was older and knew better, but if I knew it wasn't okay, I would have stopped it as soon as it started.

Start teaching kids about consent. Start teaching them it's never okay for an adult, no matter how trusted or how much they know them, to do things to them. Start teaching them that if it ever happens, to tell someone. You don't have to go into too much detail, just enough for them to be aware, but start teaching them to keep them safe.

[dimentastic]

this is me every time my mii's interact with each other. game of the year 2026

[witchsamlizzie]

Leon Kennedy HD Photos

[iam-siriuslysher-lokid]

I feel so deeply spiritually connected with this pixelated man help me

[dumpy-dump]

warm fuzzies

[cb-writes-stuff]

I just learned that in Tomodachi Life: Living the Dream, the problems that Miis have that you have to solve (formerly called Problems) are now called Ponderings. So in light of that

[neur0nom1con]

[foopsie-daisy]

Game of the year

[moon-lord-big-naturals]

For some reason none of my Miis like my beescake...

[triangleguy]

[chipsah0y]

game of the year 2026

[solisstars]

⚓️ borrowed time and stolen kisses

summary: making out in the car with re2!leon vs re9!leon. a continuation to "reporting back" if you squint

warnings: suggestive, allusions to car sex

re2:

leon was meant to be dropping you off, that was all. you had a girls date planned, and he had a night shift.

but you had kissed him goodbye and he leaned back in immediately after you pulled away. so you entertained his puppy eyes and kissed him again. and again when his lips chased yours. and again when he asked.

now, he’d asked for "one last one" thirteen kisses ago, but neither of you were in any rush to pull apart anymore. the small pecks were now forgotten for messy, half-coordinated, rushed kisses.

leon was leaned over you, his seatbelt half tangled into his torso as he ran his hands feverishly along any part he could. he'd been trying to do this since before you left.

his teeth were clattering into yours as you kissed, followed by immediate muttered apologies and a copious amount of puppy eyes in hopes of keeping you going.

"leon." you muttered into his lips, tugging his head away from yours with the hand tangled in the back of his hair. you'd done that at least four times now, his tongue stuck so far down your mouth you questioned if he was trying to reach your throat. again.

his nose bumped yours, not withdrawing from his kisses as he apologized, "sorry."

he gave you another look with wide eyes. you sighed at the biblical level of greed, kissing him back anyways.

⊱.˚── ⋅ .✧˚❀˚✧. ⋅ ──˚.⊰

re9:

leon was no one if not greedy with his kisses.

a lot of the man you once knew was gone, in differing ways. he learned patience, to take his time, he didn't hesitate, or hold back out of fear anymore. yet, the glimmer of that rookie still shone through his insatiable hunger.

pulled into a dark, secluded parking lot–because you and him both unanimously agreed the worst part of date night was the stretch of road between your reservations and your house–with one hand fixed on the back of your neck, the other cupped around your face. the location was less about fear–the risk of getting caught was part of the thrill–and more about the fact leon wanted zero chance at interruptions today.

his lips moved against yours with purpose rather than blind urgency, the hand previously on your neck now settled on the small of your back, pushing you deeper into him. you shifted into his lap, humming when leon's face winced at the movement.

"do you need help with that?" your hand lingered right atop his belt.

leon grunted in response, "later." he titled his head towards the backseats. "join me maybe?"

note: overtly freaked out on a friday tbh, i kinda wanna write a full part to both now 'cause this was so short

[idontevenlikeolives]

this is what I CAME HERE FOR

[f41ryb0nes]

“Leon is married to Claire!!” “no, Leon is married to Ada!!!!”

ummm are you even a real fan? he’s obviously married to the girl reading this