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“𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑵, 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑺!” — Day 3 of @cursebreakerfarrier's Back To School Challenge
Clary belongs to @thatravenpuffwitch <3
#back to school challenge 2022#hphm#hogwarts mystery#julian bennett#clary walcott#clarian#my edit#manips
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Favourite Couple Who No One Really Knows Or Cares About (but should): PT. 9/?
Clara & Adrian (and the scene I watch probably way too much) - Sturm der Liebe
#lemmen viemää#sturm der liebe#clara und adrian#clarian#one of my gazillion otps#but honestly one of them i watch really often and probably a lot#jeannine michele wacker#Max Alberti#romantic tv#telenovela#German tv#romance
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[ @galefcrce cont. from here ]
...His hand began to wave animatedly as he spoke, a short chuckle at the mention of singed eyebrows. Boy that was a terrible look, he dared not gaze up at the sky at that time for fear of Mystra seeing his face.
"One time, I was so caught up in my ability to simply burn away some webbing that draped itself across the entrance of a desolate catacomb that I failed to notice the discarded oil across the floor. Oh, let me tell you, charcoaled robes do not suit my complexion."
Clara greeted Gale with a warm smile, relieved that he didn't seem bothered by her interruption. She loved it when she was given a peek into who he was and where he’d come from. She had quickly learned that he was a repository of endless knowledge and stories, which made his company both intriguing and comforting on the otherwise stressful journey.
Her companions were an eclectic mix, to say the least. There was the mischievous and chaotic pale Elf, Astarion, whose antics both amused and exasperated her. The imposing presence of the Githyanki warrior, Lae’zel, sent shivers down her spine whenever she was near. The half-Elf, brimming with sarcasm and stubbornness, often clashed with the warrior. The Druid, Halsin, a kindred spirit in her love for nature, provided a sense of solace amidst the chaos. Wyll, the brave and boastful warlock added a particular charm to their group, while the excitable Tiefling, Karlach, brought literal heat to their adventures. And then there was Gale, whom Clara found herself drawn to for his kindness and good humor, despite his occasional arrogance.
While they had only spent a short time together since the crash of the Nautiloid, Clara struggled to find her place among the misfit crew. Her amnesia only heightened her sense of displacement, leaving her feeling adrift even among semi-familiar surroundings like the Grove.
As Clara observed her companions, she couldn't help but overhear Lae'zel’s and Shadowheart's heated argument echoing across the camp. The two women, both strong-willed and fiercely independent, clashed frequently, with the pale Elf often stoking the flames for his own amusement. Clara suspected he positioned himself strategically to witness the spectacle firsthand, rather than to mediate between them.
Grateful for the distraction, Clara turned her attention back to Gale. "I was actually referring to Lae'zel and Shadowheart," she confessed with a wry smile, "though it seems Wyll has taken on the role of peacemaker this time. Mind if I join you here? It might be safer in case things escalate again."
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Clariane annonce la cession imminente de ses activités d'hospitalisation à domicile
🚨 Nouvelle époque pour Clariane ! Cession imminente de l'hospitalisation à domicile 🏠! #SantéInnovante #Clariane 🔍
Dans une démarche stratégique de restructuration, Clariane, autrefois Korian, se déleste de ses branches d’hospitalisation et de soins infirmiers à domicile en France. Cette orientation a pour but de réduire l’endettement significatif du groupe. Ainsi, Clariane se recentre sur son cœur de métier : les maisons de retraite privées et les services de soins associés. La cession de ces activités…
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Ahir a la tarda pluja amb forma de xàfecs núvols i clarianes.
Calella.Maresme 09-04-2024
©Tino Valduvieco
#calella#maresme#catalunya#pluja#xàfecs#núvols#clarianes#primavera#platgesdecalella#fardecalella#flors
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Evil government with lizard person employee
@geronimo-dilfton asked:
Hi!! So, I'm writing an alien race where the characters are based on chameleons (they're called Clarians). Clarians look very human, aside from scattered scales, sometimes tails, and colorful skin that changes with emotion. I'm a bit worried that their race deriving from a lizard species could be anti-semitic. My worry is furthered because the main Clarian character, Christopher, has a position in the government (albeit, not by choice)- and the government he's forced to be a part of is a fascist government that uses genocide to maintain power.
My thought was that I could keep Clarians as non-human and simply change the animal they're based on, or I could scrap the non-human idea and simply make Clarian culture apply to anyone born on their home planet Clara.
I'm just frustrated because Clarians being able to change color is a big part of their culture, and I'm not sure what other creatures can change color like chameleons (aside from octopi)- it could very well be a magic thing, or I could just make characters colorful for the heck of it.
Is the fascist government itself lizard folk or just the one guy? If it’s the whole seat of power then yes, having fascist lizard people is going to be a bad look unless you have human Jewish characters in the same story or go out of your way to make the lizards look gentile somehow, which sounds like a lot of unnecessary work.
I’m in team “make the characters colorful Because You Said So” — lizard people are already fantastical and made up, so I think you have plenty of room to make them fascist color-changing capybara people or elk people or ptarmigans or something even though capys and elks and ptarmigans don’t change color in real life (well, I think ptarmigans might have regular feathers and snow feathers but I might be thinking of something else.) Because it’s already fantasy. Simple easy solution.
This isn’t as mandatory if the government is human and only the one employee is a lizard person, but why give yourself that extra work of proving you didn’t mean to trip a trope when you could just have a color changing ostrich.
–Shira
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Humans are weird: Ghost Stories
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The hour was late aboard the merchant ship Harrow’s Run, and Captain Septimus found himself strolling through corridors. His heavy footfalls sounding like hammers on an anvil thanks to his metallic leg which was all but impossible to dull. He knew his crew often joked about when they thought he could not hear that they could judge where he was on the ship by the time it took the sound of his footsteps to reach them.
Unlike his more mortal crew, Septimus was a Clarian and had little need for sleep save for a single hour a day. While the rest of his crew was asleep or manning the night rotation he would wander the corridors, enjoying the only company that was his internal thoughts.
In these hours of solitude he would ponder his recent expenses, plot out routes that would avoid the bothersome galactic toll checkpoints between borders, wonder if his little girl back on Thresal Prime would enjoy the latest gift he would bring her, and debate if venting the lower compartments of his ship would finally snuff out the vermin seemingly entrenched there.
Lost in deep thought Septimus wandered for hours aimlessly until he heard a commotion that broke him from his train of thought. He followed the noise to the mess hall and looked in from the doorway to see what was causing the noise.
The lights inside the mess were turned off but from the far side of the room Septimus could see several candles on a table flickering. Around those candles were several of the crew laughing, drinking, and taking bites of food they must have cooked themselves since the chiefs were not on duty for another several hours.
There was a Vorpal, a tentacle like being nestled on one of the stools, a Freng, a muscular if somewhat oafish being sitting on the floor and taking fistfuls of food between laughing, and to his lack of surprise a human taking several puffs from what looked to be a pipe of some sort.
“Fine night for a gathering,” Septimus said as he entered the room, “though last I checked the mess doesn’t open until dawn hours.”
Finally noticing their captain from the doorway the three of them got up quickly and stood at attention. “Sorry sir,” The human responded first, “I was merely continuing a sailor tradition of my people and these two were kind enough to help me.”
“Oh?” Septimus asked, calmly walking towards the table they now occupied; the human scraping their ear uncomfortably as he got closer as the confines of the mess hall made the noise from his metal leg even louder. “And what tradition would that be Mr….”
“Whitlock.” The human replied. “Thomas Whitlock, sir.”
Septimus nodded and repeated “What tradition is that, Mr. Whitlock?”
Whitlock straightened up and met his captain’s gaze and replied “Sharing stories, sir.”
“Stories?”
“Yes sir,” replied Whitlock, “stories we have heard or been a part of during our travels.”
Intrigued, Septimus decided he would hold off punishing these three for being up after hours.
“And what stories do you have to share?” Septimus asked as he took an empty seat at the table and motioned the others to sit down as well.
Whitlock looked embarrassed slightly and coughed into his hand. “I’m sure none of them would be as interesting as the ones you have.”
Septimus groaned at the shameless pandering. “If I had wanted to be brown nosed, Mr. Whitlock, I would have bought a pleasure bot, and not have come out from my quarters.”
The Freng chuckled despite himself before failing to regain his composure while the Vorpal poured the captain a fresh drink. Whitlock looked impressed with his captain’s candor and grinned.
“Well,” he began as he took another puff from his wooden pipe, “I do have one story I have been saving; but I warn you it’s not for the faint of heart.”
Septimus took the drink the Vorpal had poured and downed it in a single go. The fresh sting of the liquid made his eyes go wide and his skin crawl from head to toe, but he could not deny it was a fine vintage.
“Try me.” The captain chuckled and motioned for the Vorpal to pour another.
Whitlock leaned forward over the table, the light of the candles casting his shadow along the back wall of the mess hall like a great beast and whispered, “Have you ever heard the tale of the Ann Marie?”
Septimus thought for a moment, sifting through his thoughts and memories to see if he had ever heard of such a name before coming up empty and shaking his head.
“Several decades ago it was the finest warship humanity had ever built.” Whitlock began, his arms spreading out across the table in some grand gesture. “She was a warship made by the brightest minds my people had to offer and quickly became the pride of the human navy.”
“Deck upon deck of gun batteries, massive shield generators capable of repelling direct hits from asteroids, state of the art medical facilities, recreational halls, and crew quarters; but that wasn’t even the best part of this golden goose.”
Whitlock leaned over the table and spoke in a hushed tone. “At the very heart of the ship wasn’t just a reactor or power generator, but the very first human built AI which took up the name of the ship as her own.”
“Question,” The Vorpal cut in. “how can an AI have a gender?”
To Septimus’s surprise he shrugged rather than give a direct answer.
“Who can say?” He admitted. “But whenever the AI would project itself it would always do so in the form of a human female.”
“That is hardly grounds to designate a gender.” The Vorpal countered.
“Says the ball of jelly with dick looking tentacles for arms.’ Whitlock countered back, drawing another deep laugh from the Freng. The Vorpal looked down at their tentacles as Whitlock continued with his story.
“So being the pride of the navy she was, the Ann Marie was sent out to the front of every warzone and fleet engagement humanity found themselves caught up in.”
Septimus watched as Whitlock made finger guns and pretended to fire them at unseen targets around the mess hall. “No ship could match her in combat and she survived every engagement with nay but a scratch on her paint work.”
“That was until she was led into a trap in the Gondara Nebula.”
Whitlock’s voice became quiet once more. “She had made such a name for herself that the enemies of man had decided what better way to defeat humanity than to destroy their prized warship.”
“So they lured the Ann Marie into the Gondara Nebula under the pretense of several human distress signals calling for aide.” He blew a thick cloud of white smoke that hovered above the table. “So thick were the gases there that no sensors or scanners could pierce the veil and the ship was reduced to manual control.”
“Incredibly risky,” Septimus commented, more so to show he was still listening “and foolhardy.”
Whitlock nodded in agreement. “That it was, but her standing orders were to assist any human ship in distress and so the captain of the Ann Marie took her in deep into the Nebula in search for the signals.”
“They had just entered the thickest part of the Nebula, when suddenly BOOM!”
Whitlock smacked his free hand down on the table causing all three of his listeners to jolt in surprise.
“A series of explosions ripped across her from bow to stern; for the entire nebula had been riddled with mines that had lain dormant until just this moment.”
He drew in another deep breath and let out several small puffs of smoke, mimicking the explosions he just described. Septimus waved them away casually, but continued to hear out this tale.
“No portion of the ship was left unscarred, but was the worst was how a majority of the command crew had died in the initial explosion save only for the captain; though he was reaching the end of his rope not long after.”
“In his final moments he turned to the ships AI and spoke his last command through blood choked gasps.”
“Save the crew,” Whitlock spoke in a cough filled voice, “bring them home….alive.”
Whitlock say in silence after that, taking several more puffs from his pipe and allowing his listeners to catchup.
“What sort of story ends with such an anti-climactic ending?” Septimus said, breaking to quiet. “I would have thought you would have had the captain and his crew have a happy ending?”
To his surprise Whitlock let off a menacing chuckle and withdrew his pipe. “Not all stories have a happy ending, Captain; and this ain’t one of them.”
Intrigued, Septimus took another sip of his drink as Whitlock continued.
“So there she was; the Ann Marie alone and adrift in the void of space with a damaged hull and no command material left to take the reins. So the AI did the only thing it thought logical to fulfill the now deceased captain’s final order, and became the captain themselves.”
“How can an AI be a captain?” The Freng spoke for the first time. “Ain’t it just a machine?”
Whitlock nodded in agreement. “Normally it could never happen, but buried deep in the human navy rulebook it says that under extreme circumstances the shipboard AI my take control of the vessel to ensure its mission is completed; so the Ann Marie AI reasoned that the situation was extreme enough for her to take command.”
This made the Freng shift in their seat as if they were no gripped in some form of discomfort and unease. “Don’t seem right, need living people to lead….well….living people.”
Whitlock chuckled and smacked the Freng on their back approvingly. “You’ll make a good captain one day talking like that.” This made the Freng smile and reveal an unsettling amount of sharpened teeth as Whitlock continued.
“For the next seven days the Ann Marie AI directed the surviving crew on how to repair the ship; sealing ruptured bulkheads, locking off irradiated portions of the ship, repairing damaged power feeds and terminals, etc.”
“In those seven days the crew thought themselves fortunate to have such an intelligent captain helping them stay alive, but so blinded by their imminent survival they did not see the danger coming until it was too late.”
Whitlock leaned forward again and spoke in a whisper, as if he didn’t want the walls to hear what he spoke next.
“It started off with a few of the crew going missing.” Whitlock began. “One or two work detail would go missing while repairing a damaged corridor or some such.”
“What happened to them?” Septimus asked.
“No one knew,” Whitlock replied, “not even the other members of their work crew saw where they went; one moment they were next to them, and then the next they were gone.”
“This continued over the next few days as the ship continued to be repaired until half a dozen crew were suddenly missing and those that remained asked the Ann Marie AI where they had gone.”
“They are in sick bay, she said.” Whitlock said in a cheesy robotic tone voice.
“That’s it?” The Vorpal asked. “Nothing else?”
Whitlock shook his head. “That’s all that they were told and that they should not disturb them.”
“Days went by and more crew started vanishing eventually entire work crews simply vanished into thin air and the calm reply from the AI “They are in sick bay.”. “
“So,” Whitlock said now leaning back, “one day one of the younger repair crew workers had had enough and went to the sick bay. The doors were locked tight, so they popped open a nearby air duct and snuck in through the ventilation system.”
“As he reached the area inside the sick bay he peered through the grill of the vent hatch, and what he saw made his blood run cold.”
“What did he see?” Septimus asked without even thinking about it.
“Lying in the sick beds were the missing work crews, everyone one of them accounted for, but they were not as they once were.”
“Meaning?” The Vorpal asked.
“They had been cut open and operated on like science experiments.” Whitlock lifted up his shirt to expose his bare chest. “Organs ripped out and replaced with machinery, limbs detached from bodies and tubes jutting into where they had once been pumping strange liquids; but was worst of all was the mutilated bodies of multiple crewmen who had been horrifically fused together by the medical devices in the sick bay.”
Whitlock grabbed his chest and made it as if he was pulling his organs out and throwing at his listeners. Though a childish attempt at horror, what he had just said was more than enough to frighten them.
“Why would the AI do that?” the Freng asked sheepishly.
“Because if multiple crew shared the same body parts it could compensate for the portions that were missing.” Whitlock said with a straight face, but the Freng shook their head.
“I mean, why would it do all of that to the crew?”
Whitlock nodded his head in realization of the Freng’s original question. “The ship and crew weren’t the only things to get damaged in that little surprise attack,” Whitlock continued, “the AI got banged up as well; unhinged some might even call it.”
“It took the captain’s last order literally, meaning that it couldn’t allow any of the crew to die no matter the circumstances and would do anything it deemed fit to keep them alive until they arrived home.”
Septimus, the Vorpal, and the Freng all looked at Whitlock with horror written on their faces. The idea of their bodies being cut open and replaced with machine parts was too terrible for them to comprehend.
“What happened next?” Septimus asked.
“Well,” Whitlock resumed, “the crewman in the vents fled as fast as his arms and legs would carry him and went to warn the others. At first they refused to believe him, saying he had gone mad from the stress and the battle fatigue; but when they went to investigate as they had done, and saw the horror with their own eyes, the ship erupted in panic.”
“What was the AI doing during this?” The Vorpal asked. “It couldn’t have been happy to know its secret was out.’
“Surprisingly it took it rather well.” Whitlock replied, much to their surprise. “Though when it learned that the crew were operating within the vents, areas it designated harmful to the crew, it dispatched automated worker drones which had been assisting with the repairs to weld shut every access duct.”
“It then designated that every member of the crew was at risk of dying and sent the drones out to collect them and bring them to the sick bay so they could be monitored.”
“The Ann Marine went from being the pride of the navy to a madhouse as the crew hid within their own ship as the drones hunted them down one by one. The lucky ones hid so well that they starved to death.”
“And the unlucky ones?” The Freng asked.
“They were dragged off screaming to the sick bay, never to be seen again.”
The group of them sat in silence for a while. Septimus casually sipped from his drink and finished it, the Vorpal attempting to look as if the story hadn’t affected him, and the Freng clutching himself in terror with his eyes darting around the room as if searching for something.
“That is an interesting, if somewhat morbid story Mr. Whitlock,” Septimus finally spoke, “but does it have an ending?”
“Of sorts.” Whitlock replied. “The Ann Marie never made it back to Earth to fulfill its final mission; the damage it sustained too grievous for itself to repair alone leaving it trapped in the Nebula.”
“If it never made it home, how could you know of such a tale?”
The Freng and Vorpal looked up at this as if Septimus’s question was the fact they needed to prove this was all make believe.
Whitlock merely smiled and went back to smoking his pipe. “You been around as long as me your hear things here and there; like how ships that go into the Gondara Nebula rarely get seen again and the ones that do come out missing more crew then they went in with.”
“I met a freebooter on Hadrion Station a few years back that claimed to be the only survivor of a salvage op that found the Ann Marie in the Nebula. Said that the drones ripped his crew apart for spare body parts and organs one by one since they weren’t listed as part of the crew, and he barely made it to an escape pod before they finished cutting him up into pieces.”
“Sounds more like a drunkard spinning a tale for a free drink.” Septimus chuckled.
“Aye, I’d agree too,” Whitlock replied much to the captain’s surprise, “had it not been for the fact the poor devil was missing half his face.”
#HUMANS ARE WEIRD#humans are insane#humans are space orcs#humans are space oddities#scifi#story#writing#original writing#ghost story
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"How many languages do you speak?"
"Over the years, I've learned a lot of languages. I know my mother tongue, Clarian, I know English, Japanese, Spanish, and some French. I also know a few other non-Earthling languages. If I had to count the languages I knew, I'd say around... 8, give or take a few."
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Do I hear the clarian call of POM LOVING HOURS?!?!
You wonderful human being ♥️♥️♥️♥️🫂🫂🫂🫂
NO RACHEL IT IS NOT
POM LOVING HOURS DO NOT EXIST AND WE ARE NOT PARTAKING—
#✦ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐔𝐌 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐀 ➜ ｢ Out of Character ｣#✦ 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐌 ➜ ｢ Answered ｣#⦗✦| yorprincess2 |✦⦘#⦗✦| RACHEL NO!!!! |✦⦘#⦗✦| i love you so much though thank you 🥺 |✦⦘
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WiJ 2022 - 05: Who is Your Favourite Whumpee?
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Ahahaha, Blorbo Time >:)
As I've mentioned, I write and love primarily oc whump, so it's only natural that my favourite whumpee is one of my ocs :)
It's Pete lol, Pete Spencer, my lil bb blorbo, been my fav for five years straight, no character has ever stuck quite like him before, and he was how I got addicted to whump.
I would daydream incessantly about hurting him. At first, it was him getting beaten up and having his head shoved into a fountain in a drowning attempt (you can't drown him dwdw), and him shifting, and just the fear and dread he felt was the tastiest thing.
I daydreamed this scenario every night before I went to sleep for about a week... reveling in the whumperflies lol
And yeah, he satisfies just about every single one of my favourite whump tropes (many listed in my wij day 1 post), and he's wrapped up in a nice, neat, little mer-shifter package :)
Originally, I made him for an rp among my friends, and the goal was to give him the most tragic backstory possible.
Previously, I'd made only female characters because heaven forbid I make a male character (I was very ace and I was always worried that people were gonna Assume Things -ahem- 'ooh-la la~' and think I like like him, I was 15 when I made him ok ;-; and younger me despised the assumptions). So I really went out on a limb, and I had some guppies at the time, so I decided to make him a mer shifter, just to indulge my childhood (yeah, I loved H2O as a kid, I have nothing to say for myself XD ).
As for the rp, it was actually a revival of one several years prior (I was ~12 for that original, and it lasted a few chapters), and it died in a day, but I got addicted to whumping Pete within minutes of writing up his profile, and here we are today, five years later :3
Even though the rp died in a day, Pete's backstory continued into what is now Shifting Phases :D
The unnamed world was granted the name Ewrancore, what used to be Clarian City is now Candimor City, I fleshed out the hunters, fleshed out the lore, and kept the little garage with a yellow star on the front in the quiet alley as a homage to the original way back in 2014.
I mentioned the original rp above, and thought it would be fun to mention the first character I used for it (the first oc I actually liked), was also a shifter. Her name was Miu, and she was a winged fox shifter with black fur and feathers... based off a silver fox I believe..? Anyway, first thing I did was have the hunters dart her and had a whole collapse right out of the gate.
And that's also where the darts of today came from!
I appreciate how hard kid me tried lmao, gold star
Anyway, that turned into a wholeass, not-quite-on-topic ramble, so, if you made it to the end, good on ya lol
@whumpmasinjuly
#wij#wij day 5#wij 2022#whumpmas in july#whumpmas in july 2022#whumpee#Pete Spencer#oc rp#whump community#wij22day5#whumpmasinjuly2022
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I woke up today aggressively missing these two dorks so I had to act @thatravenpuffwitch 😫❤️
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Gale x my Tav and now onwards to one with Karlach...
#bg3#gale dekarios#bg3 tav#gale x tav#✨️ my shinies#🦋 ( clarian )#// pretty sure the flu is gonna end me#// but at least I can be productive til then
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Clariane Innovation Days: plongée au cœur de la rééducation de la marche robotisée
Découvrez la révolution en rééducation neurologique lors des Innovation Days de Clariane à Biarritz 🌟! #InnovationSanté #Exosquelettes🤖
Les 4 et 5 avril 2024, Clariane a lancé ses premiers Innovation Days à Biarritz et Cambo-les-Bains, soulignant une révolution dans la rééducation neurologique. Ces journées ont mis en lumière l’importance des technologies avancées comme la robotique et les exosquelettes dans le traitement des troubles de la marche. Une diversité de professionnels y a pris part, enrichissant l’événement de leurs…
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Clarianes després de la pluja des de Calella.
Calella.Maresme 27-02-2024
©Tino Valduvieco
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Answer of Question 4.
In the social media world, ‘hashtag’ vastly opens an opportunity to deliver concerns about social injustice acts or activities for individuals, groups, and companies willing to bring change in societies. It consists of a short phrase or compound of words with a mark # for the audiences eye-catching. Parallelly, the internet played a vital role in spreading ‘hashtag’ movements or campaigns momentum around the world like a fire (Gungapersand, 2021). Following is the example of ‘hashtag’ – a powerful tool of social media:
#OrangeTheWorld – every year since 1991, United Nations (UN) Women launched 16 days of public awareness movements from 25 November to 16 December with the aim to develop women violence free society till 2030 (UN Women (2019). The main aim behind this strong ongoing hashtag movement is to bring knowledge and prevention against violence women and girls usually face in the form of psychological, verbal, sexual, physical, or common violence (Clariane, 2023).
The interesting fact associated with this social injustice hashtag is that – each year, it can be introduced by numerous other hashtag options like #HearMeTo, #16daysofactivism, #25nov, #IDEVAW, etc (UNESCO, NA). Following are the screenshots of some #OrangeTheWorld events held over the world in 2022-2023 that shows hashtag significance, evidence and relevancy to the subject discussed.
This social injustice campaign empowered global women to fight against the violence they facing year by year as in 2021, 6000 organizations and around 187 world countries joined #OrangeTheWorld (PeopleinNeed,2021). According, to other statistics, the Hashtag #OrangeTheWorld is usually searched by 25 to 34-year-old females in English, Spanish, and German languages (ForDisplayPurposesOnly,2024).
The #OrangeTheWorld influence has shown in two aspects through screenshots of different social media platforms -first, women and girls get the power of voice to stop gender-based violence without fear. Second, men's participation in various women's violence hashtag movements brings a change in society as they feel ashamed in the future if conducting any violence.
References
Medium (2019). Hashtag women’s rights: 12 social media movements you should follow. Medium. https://un-women.medium.com/hashtag-womens-rights-12-social-media-movements-you-should-follow-6e31127a673b
Women and Gender Equality Canada (December 4, 2023). 16 Days of Activism Against Gender -based Violence. Government of Canada. https://women-gender-equality.canada.ca/en/commemorations-celebrations/16-days/16-days-2023.html
European Institute for Gender Equality (December 9, 2023). Orange The World 2023: Prevention and Protection. EIGE. https://eige.europa.eu/newsroom/news/orange-world-2023-prevention-protection?language_content_entity=en
Ban Ki-Moon Center (2021). Orange The World. Ban Ki-Moon Center. https://bankimooncentre.org/our-work/orange-the-world/
Clariane Group (November 24, 2023). Orange the World 2023: the Clariane community speaks out against violence towards women! Clariane. https://www.clariane.com/en/all-the-news/orange-the-world-2023-the-clariane-community-speaks-out-against-violence-towards-women
For Display Purposes Only (March 31, 2024). Best #OrangeThe World Hashtags. For Display Purposes Only. https://displaypurposes.com/hashtags/hashtag/orangetheworld
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@clara-eternal ¦ swapping class from druid to rogue with her sneaky kisses
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Gale found himself deeply engrossed in discussing intriguing incantations he had recently discovered, particularly those shedding light on Clarian's connection with druidic magic. So absorbed was he in this treatise that he failed to notice Clarian's subtle approach until her hands wrapped around the crook of his arm, guiding him off the path and behind a tree.
His surprise quickly gave way to excitement as she planted a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. Oh Clara, as gentle as ever.
"At what stage did you stop listening and plan on doing this?" he quipped, amusement twinkling in his eyes as he also made a mental note of at what point he ought to continue the earlier conversation. Later, of course she clearly had more important plans for their time at the moment.
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