Hello, I'm Oliver! I'm a chronically ill artist and writer from the UK. I create for OCs and an array of fandoms, mostly FE, Tales Of, LoZ and XC alongside numerous others. 18+ at times with mature labels. AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Oliver__Niko
I wanted to give some love to Black queer men this year and how much they're made to be invisible, both in and out of queer spaces. I wanted to show that even when people won't look at their faces or learn their names, their love blooms through and is vibrant and passionate. I used some techniques I haven't ever attempted in pastels before to achieve that vision. I hope you like how it turned out! And queer Black men—gay, bi, trans, asexual and all others—you deserve to be seen and uplifted, now and all through the year.
i know folks are gonna call me a pedo for this one, but i grew up seeing my mom and grandma naked. they had health issues and at times needed care and help showering. and i truly think more kids need to be shown the nonsexual reality of naked women at a young age. there is nothing sexual about my grandmothers breasts, they were simply body parts. more women die of heart attacks because people are too afraid of breasts to do real chest compressions, because they are scared to touch their breasts. the sexualization of our bodies literally kills us. i need people to be more normal about naked bodies and i'm 100% serious.
What kinds of posts trigger moral & checking OCD (and psychosis)?
[PT: What kinds of posts trigger moral & checking OCD (and psychosis)? /End PT]
So many people write and reblog posts that have very direct triggers towards folks with moral & checking OCD. Here are posts NOT to make/reblog.
To get the terminology out of the way - moral OCD is a condition in which a person becomes obsessed about doing something "morally wrong", and develops compulsive behaviors over it. Checking OCD is a condition in which a person becomes obsessed over checking over their own (or others) actions, as to avoid a perceived disaster, and develops compulsions around it.
Do NOT make/reblog posts with phrases such as:
"Reblog/donate/share or else you are letting me/someone I know die/suffer."
"Reblog or else you're [insert bad thing]"/"Reblog if you're not [insert bad thing]"
^If it is an urgent donation post that you feel deserves to be shared, at the very least, add "tw reblog bait" and "tw OCD trigger."
"Reblog/like/comment/share or else [insert creature] will find you/stalk you/come into your house/etc"
"[Insert thing] is coming to your location. You cannot stop it. It will be outside your window soon"/"[Insert thing] is in your walls."
^These ones can also trigger hallucinations, delusions, and paranoia in people with schizospec disorders/psychosis! It may seem like a "haha funny meme" to you, but to people with OCD or psychosis, they could fret heavily over this, and wonder if they are going to be in danger if they don't reblog/like/comment/share.
"It is illegal to be/have [insert thing here]." (Example: "It is illegal to be nonqueer during pride month", "it is illegal to have internalized ableism during disability pride month", etc.)
^Once again, this may seem like a funny meme to you, but instead, it just tells people with moral OCD that their existence is wrong, or that their intrusive thoughts are a crime (thought crimes are not real!)
What about parents teaching their kid to cook/bake with Lemon Oak... Maybe specifically baking a gift for Lime? 👀 (Or vice versa!)
#2: parents teaching kid(s) to cook/bake
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read on ao3 here
When Gary’s phone starts ringing at midnight with a phone call from his daughter, he immediately assumes the worst: she is hurt, her Pokémon are hurt, she is lost and alone somewhere off the coast of Kalos and forgot to bring a Pokémon that knows Surf.
So when the first thing she says upon him picking up is, “I need you to teach me how to make seafood risotto,” it takes him a few long seconds to register what he’s hearing.
And, of course, if the ringing of his phone was enough to wake him, it’s no wonder it would be enough to wake Goh, too, who grabs anxiously at his arm, mouthing, What’s wrong?
Gary gently sets his other hand on his shoulder to quell him, and asks their daughter, “You’re aware the Internet is more awake at this hour than I usually am, right?”
“Oh, Papa, please,” she begs. “I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t an emergency!”
“Risotto is an emergency?”
“Yours is the best, so I need to know the secret. All the recipes I’ve looked at don’t make any sense, and I only have a couple more hours…”
“Why didn’t you just ask me yesterday when it was a respectable time?”
“I thought I could figure it out on my own, but I was wrong and so I really, really, really need your help. I promise I’ll make it up to you! I’ll, um, send you three bags of that coffee you like in Lumiose City.”
Gary glances over at Goh, and whispers, “Your daughter does bribes like you do.”
“Tell her she woke me up too, so I should get a bribe as well,” he whispers back.
“I can hear both of you guys,” Lemon says, annoyed. “Are you gonna help me or not?”
“Swap one of those bags of coffee for some Lumosian chocolates and you have a deal.”
Goh grins at him. “You’re the best.”
“Okay, okay, fine. I’m video calling you now, okay?” She doesn’t give him a chance to respond before she’s hung up on him. Ten seconds later, the screen lights up again with a video call; when Gary accepts it, Lemon’s face fills the screen, serious and determined.
“First of all,” Gary says, “what’s the occasion? You do realize there are probably a hundred places you can get five-star quality seafood in Shalour City, right?”
Her cheeks go pink. “W-well, sure, but I don’t want Lime to think I didn’t put in the effort, you know? It’s our first anniversary ever, so…”
It’s so like her—always striving to be the best, no matter what it takes. Everything at one hundred and fifty percent. Especially when it comes to the people she loves.
“If you want to make a romantic gesture,” Gary tells her, “a good meal alone isn’t necessarily gonna cut it.”
Her eyes widen. “It’s not?! Should I go back to the store?! I think I have time... She told me she would be back from her training session at twenty-hundred hours sharp.”
As their daughter frets, turning around to recall her Pokémon and rush out the door, phone in hand—a brown blur on the screen as her hair flies behind her—Goh curls into Gary’s side; when Gary automatically lifts his arm to wrap around his shoulders, he rests his head against his chest and tilts it up to look at Gary’s phone, a fond smiling playing at his lips.
“You could go back to sleep,” Gary murmurs, carding his fingers gently through his husband’s hair. “I don’t mind getting up so you can have some peace and quiet.”
But Goh shakes his head. “I’m awake now. Besides, it’s good to hear from her.”
There was a time when Lemon would call him every day. Just to tell him how her journey was going. She’s older now, though, and preoccupied with other things than reassuring her dad that she is safe and she is happy and she is doing everything she ever dreamed of and more. By Gary’s estimation, she still calls him at least once a week, but he is acutely aware that, even after all these years, Goh has a hard time letting her say good-bye. Even if he knows as well as Gary does that this is how she was always meant to spread her wings.
Once she’s out the door and jogging down the street, she demands, “What else do I need?”
“Well, you got flowers, right?”
“It—it completely slipped my mind!” She comes to a screeching halt; the expression on her face reminds Gary of how Goh looks when he is lost in thought. “Um…let me think… She wouldn’t want roses, but maybe… Ohh, I don’t know. I can’t think!”
“They say peonies are very romantic flowers,” Goh chimes in. “Especially for anniversaries.”
“Really? Wow, that’s perfect, then! Okay, so where’s the nearest flower shop…”
“You know things like this and you’ve never thought to get me flowers for our anniversary?” Gary teases. “How unromantic.”
“Chloe and I used to do Pokémon flower arrangements every year. I learned a few things. I also happen to know that you hate having to water flowers to keep them alive when people gift them to you, and then it just becomes my responsibility. Why put myself through that?”
“It’s the thought that counts, dear.”
Their attention is brought back to Gary’s phone at the sound of a groan from their daughter.
“What’s the matter, Lemon?”
“I don’t know anything about flowers,” she despairs. “What do peonies even look like?!”
“Turn the camera around,” Goh tells her. “I’ll point them out to you.”
She does, and they locate the most colourful of the blooms they can in almost no time at all. Which turns out to be a very good thing, because now Lemon is thinking about all the other things she’s forgotten about:
“And a romantic dinner needs candles, right? That’s what they always do in the movies? And—and I should get treats, right? For her Pokémon? She wouldn’t want me to focus so much on her that we forget about our Pokémon… And…um…and—oh no. I should make dessert, too, shouldn’t I? For us?”
“One thing at a time,” Gary tells her firmly. “Dessert is a good idea, but let’s try to be strategic about this.”
“Right,” she murmurs. “Plan it out. Just like a Pokémon battle.”
Gary barely withholds a snort of laughter at that; Goh is slightly less successful, and earns a glare from Lemon for it.
“Can we focus here, people?” she demands. “I’m running out of time! Papa, what should I make for dessert? It has to be something quick and easy… There’s just no time…!”
If she’d planned a little farther ahead, of course, that wouldn’t be a problem; and Gary has no doubts that she’s been planning this for a good while now, but having a plan and knowing how to execute it are two totally separate things—and that second one has always taken her a lot more practice than the first.
“I’ll brainstorm ideas while you get the things you need from the store for the risotto,” he says. “Fair?”
She’s agreeable to that, and her shopping goes off without a hitch. Despite how busy it clearly is, she is an efficient shopper, finding everything she needs without getting lost even a single time. But by the time they’ve picked up all the ingredients they need for Gary’s risotto recipe, they still haven’t settled on a dessert.
“Well, what does she like?” Gary probes. “Something sweet? Something tart?”
“Um…sweet, maybe?”
“Maybe?”
“I don’t know! The only dessert I’ve ever really seen her eat is when we make s’mores while we’re camping!”
Gary raises an eyebrow at that. “Then why are you asking me what to make for dessert? You clearly already have the perfect idea. I’m sure even if you can’t make a campfire, Victini could help you roast some marshmallows.”
“But…that’s not very romantic, is it?”
“Romance isn’t about doing what’s in the movies, Lemon,” says Goh gently. “It’s about seeing the person you love for exactly who they are, and making them feel loved for it.”
“And,” Gary adds, “to share in things you’ve enjoyed together. If you eat s’mores together that often, then…I bet she already associates you with them. So, that’s something she loves because it ties her to you.”
As they speak, her eyes go wide with realization. Her voice is little more than a whisper when she admits, “I…wasn’t really thinking about it like that.”
“That’s because you’re like your papa.” Goh glances up at him, eyes glimmering teasingly. “Always about the big, dramatic gestures.”
“You’re not really one to talk,” Gary grumbles.
“Maybe so,” he allows. “But the point is, the small things add up to bigger things. Right? So if you want your feelings to reach her, then…you already know better than either of us do exactly how to do that.”
A beat passes, and then her expression shifts again—steely resolve, her characteristic determination.
“Okay,” she says. “But I still need you to stay on the phone and help me cook the risotto, okay?”
Gary glances at the corner of the screen, where the time flashes at him: 01:02. By the time she gets back to the Pokémon Centre and gets to work, there will probably be only five and a half hours before he or Goh needs to get up to open the lab. But one look down at his husband, at the soft smile on his face as he considers their daughter, softens any irritation that tries to coil up into his chest long before it can reach his heart.
He tells her, “We wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else,” and it is, for both of them, the complete, unequivocal truth.
HELLO IM STILL ALIVE holy shit this has been the longest fucking week of my life i finished my last final saturday morning and then had to instantly move out in like 3 hours... THEN I HAD TO KEEP DOING LAUNDRY AND PACK WHEN I GOT HOME CAUSE MY JOB I NEEDED TO FLY TO STARTED MONDAY 8 AM ... and no one told me how hard it is to adjust to a work schedule ive been passing out crazy style after work every single day... WHATEVER. SHALVIS!!!
I love having friends who reject diet culture. I love going out when everyone buys food and drinks that they enjoy. I love people who will pipe up and suggest we stop for a snack or grab a meal. I love ordering what I want and no one making comments other than how good it looks (and maybe asking to steal a bite off my plate). I love revelling in how full we are after a good meal and taking a break to appreciate how fortunate we are. I love sharing snack from our bags with one another. I love enjoying the pleasure of food and drinks and good company.
if you dont decouple your drive to create from your desire for attention you will go insane. simple as. you will never feel satisfied b/c you will always want more and you will feel perpetually bitter that you did not get what you are “owed”
It’s an unpopular opinion but it is absolutely and completely true. I’ve never seen someone who creates for engagement happy with the engagement they get. I posit they can’t ever be happy that way because it will NEVER be enough
But, because I see statements like this turn into a sort of general notion of “it’s bad to want validation or attention or engagement”, and to me, that’s not what this means.
It’s perfectly valid to want people to like and engage with what you create. In a general sense, when you create anything, you do it to share with other human beings. Art, craft, food, anything you create is a way to connect with others through our shared humanity.
And wanting someone to like you fanart or read your fanfic is part of that.
the words used by OP is decouple, and this is important. Nothing wrong wanting engagement. But it cannot be tightly coupled with the drive to create.
Idk what person with chronic illness needs to hear this, but you can do things to make your responsibilities nicer for yourself. You can get an ice cream after a blood draw. You can sit down for tv time after an injection. You can pick out the bandaids that have cartoon characters on them instead of the plain ones. Being an adult doesn’t stop you from benefiting from encouragement. Go for whatever fits with your routine/abilities/budget and makes life a little better. A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down etc etc
“A coalition of organizations that work with marginalized communities in Lebanon such as migrant workers are raising funds to provide support and assistance (food, medical supplies, pads, diapers) to the various communities. Please share and donate.”
EMERGENCY RESPONSE COALITION: VOICES OF THE UNSEEN As the indiscriminate attacks in Lebanon continue with over 120,000 (Statistics by OCHA)
As of June 2026, Voices of the Unseen are still raising money.
March 2026 update:
Campaign Story: Starting at 42,000 USD (raised in the last war), Voices of the Unseen begins again.... Following the devastating events of 1 March, 2026, and the subsequent heavy bombardment of Beirut’s southern suburbs and South Lebanon in the early hours of 2 March, we are witnessing a terrifyingly familiar cycle of violence. At least 31 people have been martyred and 149 wounded in just the last few hours. Thousands more fleeing their homes under new evacuation orders. The recent escalation has pushed Lebanon back to the brink of a full scale war.
In 2024, we saw firsthand the systemic failure of the state. As bombs fell, the state offered no safety net for those most vulnerable:
Migrant Workers: Still trapped under the Kafala system a form of modern day slavery, many are being abandoned by employers fleeing the violence, left without papers or safe passage.
Syrian Refugees: Already displaced by over a decade of war, we are once again facing the trauma of being uprooted with nowhere left to run.
Palestinians: Facing an ongoing struggle for survival as the violence in Lebanon mirrors the aggression they have endured for 78 years.
Marginalised Lebanese: Families in the South, Bekaa, and Beirut are losing their livelihoods and homes, watching their society be torn apart once more.
When the state failed, organisers from these communities built critical safety nets. This was done with your help. Last year, we raised $42,000 (USD) that went directly to community organisers from these communities. Now, we must do it again. Our current efforts are being channelled through a core group of trusted community groups: Tres Marias, Reman, Syrian Eyes and DoWAN. We are building community led solutions to a systemic collapse. We are calling for immediate financial and in kind donations to support emergency housing, healthcare access and basic survival needs.
Some of you act like doing minor inconvenient acts of kindness is equivalent to donating a kidney as if it’s not those acts that form our communities and make the world go around.
Return your grocery cart. If you’re able-bodied offer your seat to someone who is not. Help your friend move. Drive your sister to the airport. Make sure drunk people have a safe ride or walk home. Pet-sit for your coworker. Participate in a meal train. Volunteer in your area. That’s what friendship and community is about.
