#Diwali sweets ideas

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Dates and Nuts Laddoos (flavoured with saffron and cardamom)

These added sugar free, gluten free laddoos are also packed with protein, making them a healthier choice for dessert or an accompaniment for evening chai, or even as a post workout snack.

These added sugar free, gluten free laddoos are also packed with protein, making them a healthier choice for dessert or an accompaniment for evening chai, or even as a post workout snack. I have tried several recipes for making dates and nuts laddoos. I kept changing and experimenting with my recipes until I tried this one. What I like about this recipe is that it includes cardamom and saffron.…

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A Culinary Celebration: Diwali Recipes to Savor and Share

A Culinary Celebration: Diwali Recipes to Savor and Share

Festivals / By lovenheal

Introduction

Diwali, the festival of lights, is not only a time for sparkling fireworks and vibrant decorations but also a celebration of delectable flavors and mouthwatering dishes. It’s a time when families and friends come together to enjoy a delightful spread of sweets and savory treats. In this blog, we will take you on a culinary journey through some of the most cherished and scrumptious Diwali recipes that are sure to add an extra layer of sweetness to your festivities.

1. Besan Ladoo: The Golden Globes of Diwali

Besan ladoo is a classic Diwali sweet made from roasted chickpea flour, ghee, and sugar. These golden orbs are easy to prepare and have a rich, nutty flavor. The aroma of besan ladoo being prepared is a telltale sign that Diwali is just around the corner.

2. Gulab Jamun: Sweet Syrupy Delights

Gulab Jamun, a popular Indian dessert, consists of deep-fried dough balls soaked in a cardamom and saffron-infused sugar syrup. These sweet, spongy dumplings are a favorite at Diwali celebrations and represent the essence of indulgence.

3. Chakli: The Crispy Spirals of Happiness

Chakli, also known as Murukku, is a savory snack that is both crunchy and addictive. Made from a mixture of rice flour, urad dal, and spices, these spiral-shaped treats are a must-have on the Diwali snack platter.

4. Kaju Katli: Cashew Nut Diamonds

Kaju Katli is a decadent Indian sweet made from ground cashews, sugar, and a hint of cardamom. These diamond-shaped delights are not only rich and creamy but also make for elegant gifts during the festive season.

5. Samosas: Savory Triangles of Delight

Samosas are irresistible triangular pastries filled with spiced potatoes, peas, and sometimes minced meat. They are deep-fried to a golden perfection and offer a tantalizing mix of flavors and textures.

6. Poha Chivda: The Crunchy Snack Mix

Poha chivda is a savory snack mix made from flattened rice, nuts, and spices. This crispy, spiced delight is perfect for munching on during Diwali get-togethers and pairs wonderfully with a cup of masala chai.

7. Aloo Tikki: The Comforting Potato Patties

Aloo tikki, or potato patties, are a popular street food in India. These crispy, spiced potato cakes are often served with chutney and are a beloved snack that can be enjoyed during Diwali celebrations.

8. Coconut Ladoo: Tropical Sweetness

Coconut ladoo is a sweet treat made from freshly grated coconut and condensed milk. These little white balls of goodness are a delightful fusion of coconut flavor and sweetness.

9. Paneer Tikka: The Flavorful Skewers

Paneer tikka is a vegetarian delight made by marinating cubes of paneer (Indian cottage cheese) in a spicy yogurt mixture and then grilling them to perfection. These skewers are a favorite appetizer at Diwali parties.

10. Malai Kofta: Creamy and Delectable

Malai kofta is a creamy and indulgent curry made with deep-fried dumplings of paneer and potato, served in a rich tomato-based sauce. It’s a luxurious dish that’s sure to impress your guests.

Conclusion

Diwali is a time for celebration, and what better way to celebrate than through the joy of food? These Diwali recipes are not just culinary delights but also a way to create cherished memories with loved ones. So, roll up your sleeves, don your chef’s hat, and let the aromas and flavors of these delectable dishes infuse your Diwali celebrations with warmth and happiness. Wishing you a festive season filled with culinary delights and culinary adventures!

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Negotiation (Dazai x Reader)

Pushing the chubby Dazai agenda, he's so cute! Look at his little belly, im gonna cry it's so cute!! Missing him terribly.

In which we bribe him with affection and feed him

Read my other dazai oneshots here, here & here This has been in my draft for soo long, but I got a job and forgot about it. Happy late Diwali!

Bye now - Mars ♡

Out of everything you saw yourself doing this year, dating an overdramatic enigmatic manchild who whines like a baby was not one of them.

How did you get here? You started officially dating Dazai a few months ago, you two were exclusive. Before that you probably fooled around for a year, flirting here and there, and going on dates, random hook ups but somewhere along the way, you fell for each other. Hard.

It did have a trial and error period and you did have to set some firm boundaries, because as much as fooling around with him was fun, you craved the security of knowing this wasn’t some meaningless fling to him.

Fast forward to being exclusive with Dazai, he’s an amazing partner. His genius brain is quick to pick up on even the smallest changes and he reads you like an open book. He’s affectionate and he always finds money, granted never his own, to spend on you. He’s great in bed and he’s sweet with words. The list goes on. He’s almost perfect.

However, he’s not the best at opening up, he can talk your ear off without revealing a single thing about his mind. His heart. He also tends to neglect himself very much, at first you thought it was just temporary work stress but even when he’s away from work he does it.

At first you noticed how he only puts in efforts when you’re around, and the longer your relationship went on, the less effort he made. The biggest issue you have is how he so carelessly skips meals. It makes you angry but after some thoughts and rants to your cat, you’ve decided to bribe him.

You wanted to be subtle about it but honestly, he probably already picked up on it. You’re convinced he just allows you to do what you want.

You started off small and your plan was to gradually build him up to regular meals.

The first time you did it, it was as simple as feeding him a bite from your snack. A simple yogurt bowl with fruits and a “Mm, try this, it’s good” and stuffing his mouth with a spoonful of yogurt and berries.

That became a regular habit you did, giving him small bites of your snacks whether that be protein bars, cookies, chocolates. This then transferred into your meals, purposefully adding more to your plate so you can whine about not finishing it and offering the rest to him so he can.

That didn’t last long, he quickly caught on your little act and urge you to feed it to your cat instead.

Then the brilliant idea of bribing him with kisses and affection to eat came about. It started with an argument and then you two not speaking for two days. Angry as you were, you decided to deny him of your hugs and you two slept with you backs to each other, you slept at least. Dazai stayed up and drank his feelings. The second night he didn’t even come home, God knows where he were.

The third day you two resolved your little conflict and with some probing, sweet words, kissing and negotiation you got Dazai to eat at least one full meal a day.

You both agreed on that. Baby steps, one meal a day, it’s better than drinking alcohol and eating tinned crab almost every day.

Right now, you were both on the couch, you on his lap with his arms lazily slung around you. You had a small bowl of rice and stir-fried vegetables along with some eggs.

You held the chopsticks up to his lips and looks at him in his eyes, “Please” you looked down at his lips, “For me” you watched as he hesitantly opened his mouth and took the food and chewed and swallowed.

Placing a kiss on his forehead you praised him for his first bite.

Then you repeated that until the bowl of food was almost finished, feeding him, kissing him, praising him.

After he managed to finish, you placed the bowl down and caress his cheeks, “You did so good, m’proud” you mumbled and kisses him. Your hands cupped his face, lips brushing against his cheeks, the tip of his nose, the crease of his brows, his temple, his jawline. Just anywhere your lips found, you placed sweet kisses.

He smiled and you felt like you’d melt away and fall off the couch if it weren’t for his arms around you. “Thank you, Bella” He mumbles quietly, and you can’t help but capture his lips in another sweet kiss. You feel his hands squeeze your waist, pulling you closer to him as he desperately returns your kiss.

He pulls away from you, his brows furrowed, and he belched and it catches you off guard. Dazai looks at you, awaiting your reaction and when he saw your smile and heard a little giggle, it triggered his own smile.

“I really am proud of you, Osamu”

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The 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta

Moodboard : Historical AU

Whispers of the Heart | Chapter 25 ( final)

DISCLAIMER: The story is set in the early 20th century. While I have made efforts to capture the essence of the era, there may be inaccuracies as this is a work of fantasy. I do not own the characters Arnav and Khushi, and this story is purely fictional with no relation to any real individuals, living or dead. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

WARNING: 18+, MATURE CONTENT.

Final Chapter

Three years later.

It was the eve of Diwali, the festival of lights. The Rajput haveli was a vision of grandeur and festivity this evening. The entire estate was adorned with intricate decorations. Strings of twinkling fairy lights draped over every window and doorway and vibrant rangoli patterns were meticulously crafted at the entrance. Rows of gleaming diyas, their soft flickering flames casting a warm, golden glow, lined the pathways and courtyards, creating a serene and enchanting ambience. The air was filled with the scent of freshly made sweets and the sounds of laughter and celebration, as the household came alive with the spirit of joy and togetherness.

Arnav and Khushi had been celebrating their Dewalis with the Rajput family instead of their own Haveli, which they had finally managed to build according to their own taste. It was especially Khushi's touch that could be seen in every corner of the new Raizada state. Though they had a beautiful house of their own, they very much enjoyed spending their Dewalis with the Rajputs. Because, all of their near and dear ones were here and with Mahindar and Manorama's advancing age, they wanted to celebrate the festivals surrounded by all of their children.

"Oh shit."

Arnav hurriedly entered the room and locked the door behind him. Khushi was in the midst of getting ready. was adjusting a delicate gold necklace around her neck. She had styled her dark hair elegantly in loose waves that had gone perfectly with the stunning deep red sari, she had worn. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of concern as she looked up from her reflection.

"What happened?"

"The string of my trousers just snapped. Did you bring a spare?" Arnav replied, noticing how gorgeous she looked.

"Let me see."

As Khushi proceeded to see Arnav's broken trouser string, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

"Aren't you a bit too eager to see my treasures, Mrs. Raizada?"

Rolling her eyes at his antics, she said, "Take it off."

"As you wish."

Arnav grabbed her waist, gently placing her on the desk in her room. The old desk was not that big, leaving her back pressed against the wall. He moved to stand between her legs, gently pushing them apart.

"What are you doing?" she whispered yelled as his hands slid up her thighs. He wrapped one of his hands around her waist, pulling her a little closer, while he put the other hand against the wall, above her head.

"Nothing, just testing how sturdy the desk is," he said leaning closer to her. A playful smirk curled on the corners of his lips.

"Arnav, everyone is waiting for us downstairs."

"A few more minutes won't hurt them," he said, capturing her lips in a teasing kiss while his hands gathered her saree around her waist. He touched her in between her legs, finding her already eager for him.

"Ap aise nahi kar sakte," she whispered, biting her lips.

"Kyun nahi kar sakta? Biwi ho tum meri, my legally wedded wife." A soft whimper escaped her lips, as he pushed his fingers in between her nether lips. "And look at you," he murmured, "....already so ready for me. The idea of us on this desk excites you, huh?"

Khushi swatted his shoulder lightly and smiled, her eyes full of mirth. "Shut up."

"Make me."

In the past few years, so much had changed. What hadn't was the undeniable pull between them. Despite the upheavals in many aspects of their lives, there they were, still wrapped up in their own little world.

He looked devastatingly handsome, as always-nothing special in that. But the navy blue kurta he wore today made his eyes stand out even more, and they were now focused on Khushi, brimming with mirth.

Khushi clutched his collars and pulled him close as she fused their lips together, successfully wiping off the teasing grin on his face. Meanwhile, Arnav got rid of his trousers and entered her in a swift motion. Both of them moaned softly, their pleasure barely contained. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer. Her back arched slightly while she adjusted to him. His lips travelled down her neck alternately sucking and kissing her soft supple skin. Her head fell back, eyes fluttered shut.

"Don't leave marks. It would be very awkward in front of the relatives." The desk beneath her creaked softly as he began to move.

"Shhh... I won't... at least not where everyone can see." He whispered, lightly sucking behind her ear.

Their rhythm grew frantic. They tried desperately to muffle their moans, as he pounded repeatedly into her. He then realized they were making lots of noises.

"Shit, your bangles.''

"Huh..?" When Arnav saw his wife completely blissed out and lost in the sensation. He just shrugged his shoulder and went back to his previous activities. Soon, their moans mingled in each other's necks as they finished together.

Both were breathing heavily. Khushi cradled her face against his shoulder, her fingers gently playing with his hair. While Arnav tried to catch his breath by resting his head on her neck. A sudden knock on the door startled them. Instead of pushing him away, Khushi clutched his neck even tighter, holding him close. Akash Bhai's voice came through the door.

"Khushi?"

Regaining her composure, Khushi answered in a shaky voice, "Haan, Bhai?" Her body froze in place.

"Where's Arnav? Hasn't he come yet? Bareilly wale Fufaji usko kabse dhoond rahe hain."

"Hume nahi pata, Bhai. Humne unko nahi dekha."

Khushi noticed her husband's shoulders shaking lightly. She cast a glare at his shoulders as if willing them to stop.

"Theek hain, main dekhta hoon. Tum jaldi tayaar hoke niche aao."

As Akash Bhai's footsteps faded, Arnav couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. He looked back at his wife, his amusement contagious. Khushi tried to give him a stern look but ended up laughing along with him, playfully swatting his chest. Arnav gazed at her affectionately before capturing her lips with his.

As much as he loved to kiss her whimpering lips, he loved kissing her smiling ones even more.

After freshening up, Arnav headed downstairs. As soon as he reached the bottom, two little bodies collided with him, and he effortlessly scooped them up into his arms. Three-year-old Akansha, a spitting image of Anjali as a child, brought back memories of his sister's younger days, while five-year-old Ajit, a perfect blend of Akash and Payal. They grinned up at him. Arnav settled into a nearby lounge chair, both children comfortably perched on his lap.

Little Akansha said in her baby voice, "Mamaji, thank you for the gift. Ma said me to thank you." She placed a tiny kiss on his cheek.

Not to be outdone, little Ajit mimicked her. "Ha, Mamaji, thank you."

Akansha quickly turned to him, frowning. "Arre, buddhu, wo sirf mere Mamaji hain. Tumhare nehi."

"He isn't your Mamaji either," Khushi chided little Akansha lovingly. "Remember what I told you? When you go to our house, you'll call him Mamaji. But when we come here, you have to call him Fufaji."

Arnav scrunched his nose in response, "Don't confuse the children, Khushi." Then, turning back to them, he added, "Why don't both of you just call me Uncle, okay?"

Both of them nodded and sprinted off to play in the courtyard.

Meanwhile, two pairs of brown eyes eagerly awaited their turn on his lap. As soon as it was vacant, they climbed onto each of his thighs. A sweet, confused voice asked, "Daddy, do we need to call you that too?"

"Oh, no, I've worked too hard for you to ever call me that."

"Well, your daddy was very close to being called 'Uncle' by my children once upon a time," Khushi said, lightly touching the little girl's nose.

Arnav cast her a mock glare and mouthed soundlessly, "How dare you?" In response, Khushi just laughed.

While little Ayushi snuggled against her father's neck, little Kush played with his toy, absorbed in his own world. Roma Chachi had remarked aptly that Khushi had indeed given birth to their own reflections, as the three-year-old twins were perfect mirrors of their parents.

While little Ayushi was a bit clingy and voiced her need for attention, little Kush was more reserved. Arnav saw himself in Kush more and more as the days went by. Though Kush didn't seek attention outwardly, inside he was just as eager for snuggles and cuddles as his sister. Even if he pretended otherwise, he desired the same affection. So, Arnav made sure to give both children equal attention. And in some cases, he made an extra effort to give affection to Kush while he was still open to it. Because, As Kush grew up, Arnav knew his little boy might not appreciate his father hugging him as much as his daughter might. It's just a man-code.

Arnav pulled little Ayushi closer, planting a kiss on her head, while he affectionately rubbed his son's back. Khushi watched them with a soft smile, her heart swelling with warmth and tenderness. It had been three years since their birth, and Khushi had been pestering Arnav for another child, but he kept refusing. Their birth had traumatized him enough. Arnav till date clearly remembered and almost felt the panic that he had gone through that night.

He had arranged for the best midwife in the area and had called a trained nurse from the missionary hospital for the delivery. The doctor had come as well and assured him that everything was alright and that the birth would proceed naturally. And there he was, pacing in front of the room where Khushi had been for two hours-two hours of listening to her whimpering and screaming in pain. Arnav was just minutes away from asking Hariprakash to fetch the doctor again when a deafening cry of a newborn pierced the air.

A joyous shout of Roma Chachi came from inside, "It's a boy!"

A few moments later, Roma Chachi emerged from the room with a little crying bundle and approached Arnav. But at the same time, another scream from Khushi nearly stopped his heartbeat. Roma Chachi tried to pass the baby to Arnav, but he grabbed her upper arms and asked urgently, "What's happening inside? How's Khushi?"

A hushed whisper circulated among the women in the room who had come to assist with the birth, noting Mr. Raizada's reluctance to take the baby in his arms. Roma Chachi looked around, guessing how the situation must appear, and spoke to Arnav in a hushed voice.

"Take your son, Arnav. Khushi will be alright."

Chastised by his mother-in-law, Arnav looked at the baby, who had stopped crying and was now gazing at him with wide eyes. He took the baby in his arms and sat on a sofa in the corridor. The baby's little body squirmed in the palm of his hand. Father and son stared at each other for quite some time. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness washed over him, though he couldn't exactly name the other emotions coursing through him. He just kissed the baby boy's forehead lightly and spoke softly as if the baby would clearly understand his words, "I'm not mad at you. I'm just scared."

A little while later, Anjali took the baby from Arnav while Khushi's screams continued to echo from the room, driving him to the brink of madness. He asked Hariprakash to fetch the doctor and also asked Anjali to go inside and see what was happening. Suddenly, the screaming stopped, and Arnav's heart pounded at the sudden silence. Roma Chachi emerged with another bundle, her face radiant with a brilliant smile. "There was another baby-a girl. It's a little Khushi."

Arnav placed his hand on the baby's head and asked, "How's she?"

"She will be okay, Arnav," Roma Chachi reassured him and transferred the baby to Arnav. He felt her snuggle into him as he placed a soft kiss on her crown. Since then, Little Ayushi never missed a chance to snuggle into her father's arm.

When everybody went home and the babies were settled with Anjali and Payal in the next room. Roma Chachi decided to sleep in the room, attached to where Khushi was. She was sleeping soundly after giving birth. The doctor said she had lost a lot of blood. Although the bleeding had stopped, she had become very weak. She looked pale, alarmingly pale actually and her breathing was shallow. Fear gripped Arnav's heart despite everybody's reassurance.

He spent the night holding her hand and sitting on the floor near her head, counting her breaths. He didn't know when he fell asleep, his head resting near their joined hands. But he woke up to Khushi's gentle fingers lightly gliding through his hair. When he opened his eyes, she urged him to lie down beside her on the bed. He obliged, and she didn't waste any time snuggling into his chest, her arm draped across his belly.

"Will you be angry with me for the rest of your life if I leave this world before you?"

Arnav's heart dropped at her question. "Don't ask me questions like that."

"Answer me, please."

He pressed his lips to her forehead. "I can never be angry at you."

"Good, I don't want you to be angry at me at all."

"Then don't even think of leaving."

Khushi tilted her head to look at him and smiled tiredly. Arnav placed a soft kiss on her dry lips. "I felt like I would never see you again, or our babies..... I was so scared."

Arnav gulped down the lump in his throat and didn't say anything in response, only pulled her closer to his body.

She had been quiet for a while, and Arnav thought she had fallen asleep when she spoke again."We have two babies now," she said almost disbelievingly.

"Yes, we do. We didn't even know how to raise one."

"Shhh, we'll manage," she said dreamily. "One baby is for you, one baby is for me. Did you hold them?"

"Yes, I did."

"I haven't yet. I guess I had fainted at the end," she said sadly.

"Why don't you get some sleep and gather some energy, Mommy?" he said lovingly. "If they're to be like you, we'll have a lot on our hands."

"What are you saying? I was a very quiet kid."

"Sure, you were," he whispered against her forehead.

"You were no better, mister. I know all the stories from your childhood, so you can't deny it. At least I didn't get stuck in a patila."

Laughing, Arnav gathered her in his arms even tighter, and both of them fell asleep like that.

"Bhaiya, Bhabi, come quickly! Roma Aunty is calling you," Amelia's voice called out across the courtyard to the little bubble of the family of four, who were just chatting.

Over the years, Amelia blossomed into the remarkable young lady she was destined to be. As the cloud of melancholy gradually lifted, it revealed her true essence—a kind, compassionate, and fun-loving individual, fiercely protective of those she loved.

"Let's go Mrs.Raizada."

He extended his hand toward his wife.

Khushi looked up at his extended hand, recalling a time when he had reached out in much the same way to guide a little girl out of the darkness.

Khushi scooped up Kush in her arms as Arnav held Ayushi. Hand in hand with their children nestled in their arms, they joined the rest of the family. The warmth of the burning diyas cast a golden glow over them.

In the end, as they embraced the spirit of the festival, they realized they found their perfect piece of forever in each other's arms, in each other's eyes, knowing that this was where they were always meant to be.

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Little Star (Monkey Man, 2024)

Author’s Note: I watched Monkey Man twice this past weekend! Here’s a scene between the woman in the Green Dress, and the dog. This fic is dark and sad, but has a hopeful twist. Tara is pronounced Taara here, and it’s the hindi word for Star. Stay tuned for information about my patreon (soon)!

Blood. Blood everywhere, and it was a beautiful thing, and the thought made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. How far had she fallen from the girl she was, to look at all this destruction in what was left of the kitchen, and see only beauty? 

Sita instinctively picked up the hem of her silky green dress, so it wouldn’t drag on the red tile of the kitchen, as if it mattered now, as if Queenie’s blood hadn’t spattered all over her face when she’d caved her skull in. 

She shuffled forward, slowly, steadily, so as not to slip on her stupid shoes. She’d never minded high heels, she liked the idea of being tall enough to look someone in the eyes, but not now. Not anymore. 

He’d really done it, hadn’t he? A month ago, when he’d taken his first shot at Rana Singh, she knew by the look in his eyes it was only a matter of time. And it was. 

Bobby. 

Another shaky step brought her further to the fucking exit of this cursed place, and she laughed to herself thinking of how she would never come back here. 

She giggled thinking about how hard Queenie had hid the ground, and the dull crunch that her hand made when he’d stolen her thumb. 

It wasn’t funny. Nothing about it would ever be funny, but it sent her forward. There was no other way to go. 

There was a split second, stepping over all of the blood and death, where Sita almost slipped. A moment, where her breath caught and she thought a moment ahead, to when she would have hit the ground. Knowing herself the way she did, she likely would have stayed there. 

But she didn’t. She didn’t. She caught herself, as she always did, and almost winced at the loud clack of her heels on the fatigued pavement. 

The night air was cool, descending like a blanket. When was the last time she’d been outside? She wondered. 

Diwali was in full swing, she could hear it from blocks away. There was a chance she could run into the night and never be seen again. It wasn’t as if her jailers were able to come find her from the afterlife. It wasn’t as if she had any money that could be stolen from her. Anyone who had cared for her was in the wind, or dead, including the man on the top floor with a finger in his pocket. 

Last time she stood in this alley, Sita told him not to keep feeding the dog. That she’d only keep coming back, with hope. Hope breeds misery, and she wouldn’t wish that on such a sweet creature. 

He’d known her tattoo was a koyal, and he’d seen right through the rest of her too. She couldn’t do the same, and she’d hated him for it. 

How could someone wear their softness so openly, and be completely opaque at the same time. She had to hate him, and he’d let her, with complete understanding. But she couldn’t now, could she. . . Why not?

Who was left to tell her she wasn’t ladylike enough, or enough for that matter? In the many evenings from that one night, she’d heard him whistle. Sita copied the tone.

She had been kind once, maybe with everyone dead or gone, she could be again. 

Several heartbeats passed, and she found herself wondering if the dog was alright. She thought the worst, as that’s what the truth probably was. 

The little dog had been trampled to death, maybe some drunk men had decided to torture and kill the poor thing, maybe the sweet creature was in heaven now…Her large eyes began to well, and she tried whatever she could to shove it down. 

Perhaps after all this time, Sita was still a fool. 

And then, tap tap tap tap of little paws on the pavement. 

In the alley, Sita turned slowly, met by a pair of bright, brown eyes, and a warmth spread in her chest, like a paintbrush in water. The dog looked alright, more robust than the last time she’d seen her, and sat perfectly still, waiting. 

She couldn’t help but coo at the good girl. 

“Come here, my little star,” The puppy inched closer, body wiggling in the way babies do, “we can’t stop to eat now, but we will.” 

The dog - Tara, she decided - tapped her cold, wet nose against Sita’s hand, and the woman reached down to pick her up. She was mostly bone, with more muscle and fat than other dogs she’d seen - Bobby would take the credit for that, in her mind. 

By the size of the dog's feet, Tara would be large, and with Sita at her side, she would, in fact, grow up. 

“What have you got?” She asked the puppy,  meeting her big brown eyes, Sita took the burlap scrap, to reveal a gun. A very, very old, heavy gun - loaded. With a note, in bold, curved, letters: 

TIME TO REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE

[talonabraxas]

Maha Kali is the fiercest of all goddesses of Hinduism. The word Kali has its roots in the Sanskrit word "Kaal", which means time. And nothing escapes from time. Goddess Kali is sometimes referred as the goddess of death. But actually Kali brings the death of the ego. Even in the scriptures, she has killed demons but not anyone else. Kali is also not associated with Yama (the Hindu God of Death). Kali is considered a form of mother. Maa Kali is one of the few Goddesses who are celibate and practice renunciation. Goddess Kali and Lord Shiva, both are regarded to inhabit cremation grounds. Devotees go to these places to meditate with the purpose of overcoming the ego. The cremation grounds emphasize the idea that the body is temporary. Kali and Shiva are known to stay in cremation grounds because it is our attachment to the body that gives rise to the ego. Kali and Shiva give the idea of liberation by dissolving the illusion of the ego. The corporeal frame ultimately vanishes but the soul still remains. This is emphasized by the scene in the cremation grounds. Maha Kali is the most compassionate of all the forms of goddesses as she provides salvation or liberation to her children. Kali is equivalent to Shiva because both of them are the destroyers of evil, fake and unreal. It is considered that with the glimpse of Maa Kali, ego trembles with terror seeing its own eventual demise in her. People who are attached to their ego would not be able to receive the idea of Kali and she will appear in a wrathful form to them. But people, who are engaged in spirituality, removing the illusion of the ego, will find Maha Kali in a different form. Maa Kali will appear as sweet, affectionate, and overflowing with perplexing love for them.! 💀🔱💀 Jai Maa Kali 💀🔱💀🔱💀 “Maha Kali” Marie Seeberger Kali Creates Time-less Reality on New Moon Night Mother Kali emerges out of darkness of the new Moon night of Diwali to dispel darkness and bring light. If you reach out and seek her companionship closely through your heart, she manifests in your consciousness. And as you begin to harmonize yourself with her energies, she brings you bliss. Kali, Indian Antiquities, 1794

[ovwechoes]

DPS Girls & what's on their FYP (headcanons) This is very self indulgent but these are my hcs for what I think would be on each dps girls' fyp on tiktok c: they're under the cut - enjoy !

Elizabeth Caledonia “Calamity” / Ashe: Elizabeth's fyp is definitely littered with weaponry videos, especially historical ones where they restore them. Chainmail, swords, guns used in the American Revolution, things like that. She likes the videos where people show off their historical lighters too, and her fyp reflects that. On the other hand, she's definitely got a good amount of luxury lifestyle videos where people show off their designer items, high end perfumes, etc.

Echo: Echo's fyp is often a reflection of her need to understand humans - she watches a lot of TED talk videos reuploaded to tiktok, and likes to watch those ai generated videos from reddit with the story times. It's her guilty pleasure, and she often finds them interesting, especially when she reads the comments and sees the plethora of different opinions and perspectives. Plus, it helps her unwind after a difficult day since she doesn't need to focus on them too heavily to know what's going on.

Mei-Ling Zhou: Mei has an affinity for those calming, relaxation videos with rain sounds that have the most beautiful sceneries. She likes vicariously living through the pictures of mountains or fields people post when they're hiking, and loves to indulge in the beauty of the scenes they're in. It's something that helps bring back her passion if she's lost it in that moment. Besides from that, she gets a lot of activism posts ever since she deep dived the meaning behind the phrase ‘flowers are blooming on Antarctica’ and heard Lena talking about the Just Stop Oil movement in the UK. Mei enjoys seeing people actively fighting for the planet, and it's something she'll always interact with.

Fareeha Amari / Pharah: With Fareeha's lifestyle, she would definitely have gymtok flooding her fyp - she likes to get new ideas for workouts, and loves exploring new brands to try for her own leisure and fitness. She gets the occasional video about family and generational trauma, with it being something she resonates with. But, she likes to have some humour on her FYP and she'd definitely be the type to have freaky bob sort of videos on it.

Vivian Chase / Sojourn: Vivian enjoys alcohol related videos, especially if they're aesthetic. She likes to watch wine bottle dipping, the process of making wine out of unconventional ingredients like sweets. It's her guilty pleasure, and she finds them pleasing to the eye. On the other hand, she'd probably have those reuploaded tiktok videos with the questionable videos next to them (iykyk), and she unironically likes them a lot.

Olivia Colomar / Sombra: Olivia's fyp is definitely in the ravetok sort of area of things - she loves to watch videos of Boiler Room sets, rave outfits, etc. and it's her guilty pleasure. Anything related to rave or club culture is on her fyp for sure. She loves videos about fashion too, especially cyberpunk fashion. It's something she'll always like and it gives her ideas for her own outfits.

Satya Vaswani / Symmetra: Satya has a guilty pleasure for videos where people make digital art on roblox, in VR, that sort of thing. Something about it tickles her brain just right. On that note, she definitely enjoys those ASMR slime/clay videos too for the fact that they help her unwind mentally (even when she's somewhat judging small details in the video like the creator's nails or movements). However, she would definitely have videos about Indian culture, exploring her heritage. She misses India, and so her fyp would have the occasional video about Sarees or about the upcoming Diwali date/plans people have to celebrate. 

Lena Oxton / Tracer: On Lena's fyp, you can expect to see videos about extreme sports or thrill-seeking activities, like skydiving, bungee jumping, pole vaulting, BMX racing, drag racing, etc. She enjoys watching and envies them for their ability to have the guts to go through with it. It inspires her and makes her want to explore more avenues of adventure in life, especially with Emily. On the other hand, she definitely gets a lot of Olympic content on her fyp and is up to date with the current events and drama surrounding the Olympics.

Amelie Lacroix / Widowmaker: Amelie binge-watches Nara Smith's content sorry not sorry. She loves aesthetic, calming cooking videos she can mindlessly watch. She lives vicariously through the videos, especially if the creator is a married woman with children. It sometimes brings her mood down, but she mostly focuses on how good the food looks and how accurate French dishes are. She likes to watch videos of people attempting to bake desserts, especially macarons, and always comments tips and tricks she's learned or been taught in the past to help the creator and others.

[uselesssomebody]

𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥! - dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

complete masterlist | stranger things masterlist | eddie munson masterlist

words || 𝟚𝕜

series masterlist || week to all hallows' eve

summary || in which eddie, the reader, and their daughter celebrate halloween

a/n || oh my god? more? but this time, it's part of a multifandom series! ➵ part of my 'week to hallows' eve' halloween countdown. i was way too swamped to do kinktober/spooktober but i still wanted to something special for halloween. so, every day, new, halloween-themed content will be coming out about different characters i write about. check out the masterlist ^ ➵ this is set post-events of s4, like ~10 years after? eddie's a dad! but the idea of him being scary is (somewhat) still present. also robin and vickie are in this one! ➵ happy diwali to anyone who celebrates it! i hope you guys had a lovely meal, lovely activities and a lovely night! ➵ not yet proofread ➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff, fluff, fluff! so fluffy

rosie had a stomach full of pumpkin pie, courtesy of her mother, and her hands full of accessories for her costume. her mother carried her headband in one hand, and her trick-or-treat basket in the other, watching fondly as her daughter pulled her pale yellow tights over her legs.

“you alright there? need some help?” she called, as rosie struggled with pulling on her dress.

“i’m fine - i’m fine!” she said the sentence once, and it came out muffled from under the bunched cloth, but, the second time, as she peeked her head out of the opening, it came out crystal clear. she took a moment to stifle a laugh at her daughter’s predicament, before setting her things down and tentatively tugging the rest of the dress over the young girl’s torso. when her arms finally popped out on the other side, she let out a sigh of relief, relenting and allowing her mother to smooth out the wrinkles of the lemon-yellow dress.

“can i come in?” the question was accompanied by a faint knock on the door of the room, and his voice was a bit muffled behind the wood.

“yeah, come on in, ed.” she mumbles it over her shoulder, moving on to twist the pretty, dark locks of her daughter’s hair between her fingers, pushing some of them away from her forehead as she pressed a soft kiss in their place. as her husband entered the room, she rose up, going to collect her things once again. she glanced up at eddie, but his eyes were fixated on rosie, a soft smile on his face in reaction to the absolutely adorable get-up she had on.

“hello, princess!” his voice was more animated - as it always was with rosie - and the young girl blushed and giggled at the moniker, “want me to do your hair?” he was already inching towards the thin hair ties and the hairbrush resting on her mother’s vanity, when rosie nodded vigorously meeting him halfway with the tools.

“alright: sweetie, ed,” she pointed at the both of them respectively, “behave while i’m gone. i’m gonna drop off some of that pie at robin's, ‘lright?” eddie nodded, and rosie babbled a goodbye as she headed to the kitchen.

the rest of the pie, which she had reserved for their neighbors and very good friends robin buckley and vickie mahan - the town’s resident roommates, had a significant chunk missing, indicating that eddie had helped himself while she was busy. when she lifted up the tin, she saw a small note, confirming just that fact.

‘sorry, babe, couldn’t help myself…i’ll make it up to you sometime!’

‘‘make it up to our neighbors, ed.’’ she muttered to herself, smiling at her husband’s childish antics. that was the thing she thinks that she loves most about him - his boyish charm, his innocent gestures, his sweet, childish habits. his habit of getting far too engrossed in a show with rosie, or him rambling about the lord of the rings, something she had - though - realized was much more to him that a book he read as a kid.

hell, he named their daughter after one of the characters - of course it meant so much more to him.

he loved halloween. she did too, but he adored it. the cheap costumes, the cheap candy, the cheap scares. it was all thrilling. and now, with their 8 year old daughter, he had someone experiencing it with him through his own eyes - those eyes of childish wonder, who saw adventure and intrigue in everything.

she rung the doorbell for the neighbors. robin answered almost immediately, dressed in zombie attire, no doubt to spook the kids who would be rolling in during the next few hours.

“hey, rob! i wanted to give your guys this - you mentioned you like pumpkin pie?”

“pie?” at that, she heard the sound of vickie from behind robin, red paint gushing from make-up fangs at the corners of her mouth.

she was ushered in quickly by the homey couple, and she placed the tin down on their dinner table. there wasn’t too much decoration - not nearly as much as her own house, but she enjoyed the touch of the skull garland hung on top of the window. robin had always had something for morbidity and, as much as it clashed with vickie’s colorful theme, they seemed to make it fit perfectly.

“sorry there isn’t that much, eddie got his hands in it while i wasn’t looking.” they looked at each other, smiling at their neighbor’s antics.

“how’s rosie doing?” vickie mentioned, as robin looked around for plates.

“oh, she’s just fine. getting her hair done with dad.” robin placed three plates in front of them.

“she dressing up?” she nodded, remembering her daughter’s outfit and smiling.

“yup! belle, from beauty and -”

“- the beast! oh, i’m sure she’ll look so cute! please bring her around!”

“oh, of course, you guys are the first ones we’re hitting.”

“right, right. when’re you guys gonna go around?” she glanced down at her watch at the question, and her eyes widened.

“oh - oh, shit, we’ve gotta get going in a few minutes. i’ve gotta - i’ll see you guys in a bit!” vickie nodded, helping her out of the door, before she rushed back to her house.

when she got back to her own house, eddie was not-so-secretly sharing a mars bar with rosie.

“ed! those are for our trick or treaters!” eddie, having been caught red-handed, redirected the bite of chocolate going into his mouth, to instead go into his wife’s mouth and, after a moment of pursing her lips in fake annoyance, she allowed him to drop the sweet treat onto her tongue, “alright, you get a pass.” she said, through a chocolaty mumble. suddenly, she felt a light tug on her pant leg. she looked down at rosie, seeing her hair perfectly done-up, the tiara balancing precariously on her head.

“can we go trick-or-treating, mommy?” she looked so excited, with her small hand wrapped around the handle of her pumpkin-shaped candy bucket, that her mom immediately reached down to grab her fingers in her own.

“of course, sweetie. c’mon, let’s get going.” rosie let her mom guide her towards the exit, and she let her dad slip her white, royal gloves over her hands. they were part of the outfit, but they also worked to keep the young girl warm in the october evening. they all stepped out onto the porch, and eddie locked the door behind them.

many other young children and their parents littered the streets; it was tradition. from 5 to 7, all the younger kids would trick-or-treat, before letting the rest of the older kids come around after 7. it worked perfectly, allowing the parents of toddler and children tend to their own, before tending to the neighborhoods’.

they made a beeline for the buckley & mahan residence, finding both women waiting in excitement for the arrival of their first trick-or-treater.

as the door swung open, rosie exclaimed the phrase with gusto: confident even in her small voice.

“oh, you look so pretty, hon!” robin was quick to gush about her outfit, while vickie fished for some candy for the young girl. her mother looked in shock at the sheer amount, but knew that the friendly neighbors had a tendency to play favorites when it came to the adorable rosie. soon, they were waved off, and the went to hit the next house.

rosie’s basket was being carried by her mother, and her father had the young girl in his arms. too caught up in the excitement, she’d fallen asleep after begging her father to pick her up due to her aching legs. her soft breaths let out the faintest puffs of clouded air in the cold - now - night. she’d gotten many a compliment for her dress, and her mom had noticed her father blushing profusely whenever someone complimented the style of her hair.

her mom fumbled with the keys to enter the house. eddie was quick to climb up the steps to rosie’s room, settling her in for the night, and pressing a kiss to her forehead before switching off her light and closing the door.

he was quiet in coming down the stairs, but he also knew rosie was a heavy sleeper - not waking up to anything except her mother’s signature sunday pancakes.

his wife was in the crux between the porch and the entrance, fixing the last of the few decoration right outside the house. she had hung a large sign ensuring that the kids would only be knocking, knowing a doorbell would likely wake her daughter up. as she closed the door, beginning the wait, she yelped in shock at the feeling of hands around her waist.

she felt the mane of his hair before she felt his nose, nuzzling into the soft skin of her neck.

“eddie!” it’s supposed to be exasperated - but can she help that it isn’t? “we’ve gotta set up…”

“i know, baby, i know. lemme just - just for a minute, ‘kay?” she sighs softly, obliging and sinking into his hold.

“her hair was gorgeous.” she complimented quietly, not wanting to break the air of the moment

“i know.” was his blunt response, the joke in his tone obvious even in his whisper.

“eddie…” he laughed, moving his hands up to her shoulders and pulling her further into him to place a chaste kiss onto her lips.

“thank you, babe.” he corrects, taking her hand in his as he led her back into the kitchen, getting the droves of candy that they had bought and helping her place it on the accessible table beside the entrance, “i’m gonna go set up, wait here?” she nods, and watches as he slips out of the door.

see, every halloween, eddie made sure to give their first guest a proper scare. last year, for example, it was by disguising as one of their yard decorations and popping out while they walked up to the porch. this year, though, with his wife as his accomplice, he planned to pop out from above them, peeking out from the roof above the porch and jumping at them like a bat. the roof was quite flat, and the light of the porch didn’t exactly hit it, keeping his position hidden until his reveal.

the kids of hawkins knew of this tradition, and it had become a game, trying to be first in order to experience one of munson’s infamous scares. and, so far, he had always delivered: the kids of the town looking over their shoulders his next move, but still finding a pleasant, momentarily heart-wrenching, surprise awaiting them.

as much as it was now a household tradition, she had also realized that it must be somewhat cathartic to eddie: his terrifying reputation had always preceded him but, now that he was older, the town was wiser and the people he loved were with him, he found a way to turn such a horrifying concept into one he could enjoy. people were still ‘scared’ of him, but they weren’t scared of him: not his progressive views, or his odd hobbies, or his innate eddie-ness. no, he was no longer the butt of jokes or a rumor amongst christian radicals. he was just him, and he found that people could love just that.

she was stirred from her thoughts by the sound of the first knock, and she went to the door, trying to suppress her excited smile, and opened it to the beaming faces of several middle-schoolers. they had dressed in the typical garb of a monster fest: frankenstein, a mummy, a vampire and a shockingly well-done zombie. that one had a particular smugness to her face, as if she’d heard the rumors and she was absolutely sure she wasn’t about to get scared.

“hey, guys! oh, your costumes look fantastic!” while she is being completely genuine, appreciating the attention to detail, but it was also a ploy to give eddie an extra moment or two to prepare. in unison, the kids began:

“trick, or -”

“- or treat!” from behind them, eddie stuck his head down, his torso hanging off the roof and remaining in place by the fixed nature of his legs on the roof. his interruption causes them all to whip around and scream, his pale face almost ghastly in the light of the porch, and the smudged eyeshadow around his eyes causing a skull-like effect. he stuck his tongue out, widening his eyes, and they all stumbled in horror, the zombie grasping at her for support. she offered it, taking in the girl’s freaked-out appearance.

eddie, with shocking skill, jumped down gracefully, his hands in the air in a mock-terrifying way, giving the kids a chance to take a breath, looking at each other and laughing.

“oh my god!”

“that was crazy.”

“you should have seen the look on your face!” their babble came to a slight halt as she called for them all to grab some candy. after a moment, eddie joined her, and gave zombie-girl a playful wink at her ecstatic face at the experience. she’d had a bet running with her friends that she wouldn’t get scared but, honestly, she wasn’t even that bothered about having to give her friends some extra candy.

the kids waved polite goodbyes, their jabbering carrying back to the door as they left, and eddie leans back against the door as he closed it.

“they loved it.” she mumbled to him, fond smile on her face. he’s a little out of breath: sticking your head upside down’ll do that to ya.

“they loved it.” he mumbled back, and she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck, “happy halloween, babe.” he presses a kiss to her nose, and she scrunches it at the ticklish sensation.

“happy halloween, ed.”

[indischwindisch]

10-Minutes Laddoo

Nobody would believe you made these in 10 minutes. Packed in a beautiful box, these make a great gift too. Also a big hit at kids' parties (okay, adults too).

Nobody would believe you made these in 10 minutes. Packed in a beautiful box, these make a great gift too. Also a big hit at kids’ parties (okay, adults too). Diwali is around the corner. You might be seeing an influx of decadent sweets and desserts all over the internet. What you may think is “This looks so good, but I do not have hours to make this”. For these laddoos, all you need is 10…

[birdy-bat-writes]

Tu Maan Meri Jaan

Jake Seresin x Desi!Reader Headcanon + The Dagger Squad and Maverick

A/N: Hey Guys! So, @girl-in-the-chairs-void and I sort of slipped into the topic of conversation of a Jake getting married to a Desi woman and we both were so in love with the idea that we came up with this. I want to thank you, Pav, for always helping me break out of creative blocks and always being there for me in general. And ofc, I also want to thank you for working with me to create something that can desi and brown girls in this fandom can relate to. To all you, We hope you love it! Now, even I sometimes forget some of the terms that are used for Indian wedding functions so I’ll try to drop a quick explanation in parenthesis after specific terms 😊 But if I miss anything or you’re confused, just let me know in a comment and I’ll be sure to explain it.

Also, A few months ago I saw a reel on Glen’s Instagram of him at Nick and Priyanka Chopra Jonas’ Diwali party so here’s that 😁

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I completely melt at the thought of Jake getting married to a South Asian bride and they make the wedding half Western and half South Asian.

I feel like he’d already just love the parts of your culture that you share with him. When you go to plan your wedding, he’d already be down to do a multiple-function, multi-day wedding and his sisters and parents would be so excited.

When you first started dating, he didn’t understand the things you whisper to him in your language. 

He makes it his mission to learn a little bit of your language without telling you. So, when you speak to your family or friends and it’s mostly them teasing you two, he knows but doesn’t mention it until later.

Like on the reception he just whispers “meri jaan” My life or something sweet in your ear as the Pandit (Priest) officiates it. 

All the little kids calling him the various names for “uncle” and you’re feeling so proud and holding them all close to you, he looks at you so softly, getting the kids to leave the stage as they scurry off after hugging both of you.

Jake on a horse, riding his way to your house with the Baraat, and being a natural because he’s no stranger to horse riding.

Him seeing you in the wedding lehenga for the first time and just forgetting how to speak.

You are not expecting to be as speechless as you are when you see him in his wedding outfit. And he would tease the hell out of you about it.

His dirty blond hair glistening in the harsh light coming from the camera man and seeing the rest of the squad in traditional desi clothes is the cherry on top.

He had his hands in the air as the dhol and drums (a traditional drumset that plays live at weddings) echo loudly, mimicking some of the dance moves your father or brother may have taught him.

He gets down on one knee as he approaches the stage where you stand, a ring in hand, maybe saying a few sentences in your language that has you crying.

“Main aur kisi ke bare main kaise soch sakta hoon jab meri duniya mere samne hai?” Basically how can I think about someone else when my whole world is in front of me?

Also, I headcanon sometimes that Jake loves to dance and his whole family really enjoys dancing at the wedding. It usually take a glass of wine or so to get him loose but the man can dance.

They drag him onto the stage and what people don’t know is that he has been practicing his moves.

If a lot of Punjabi families are there, then we know we got the booze flowing and as soon as the songs come on, he is going at it.

You are laughing and giggling in your chair as you watch him do bhangra or any other type of dance that he has up his sleeve.

You’re just like, “Babe…. where did you learn to dance like that? When did you find the time to learn this?” “Well, I am a Seresin, Darlin’.”

The wedding vows go like this: 

“The things I do for you my love, but today, I wanna dedicate this day, not to us; but to you. Because my heart has been so full of you that I simply cannot call it mine anymore. My soul has been bewitched and my mind has been taken over by every thought of you. I am a mere reflection- a shadow of you. There was a quote in this movie we watched on our third date: om shanti om (apologies for the pronunciation); you said it was your favorite movie growing up and you cried when shah rukh khan said; "Itni shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai, ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai. So today as our worlds gather around us to witness this beautiful moment, I want to say to you; mujhse shaadi karogi?”

To which you just laugh and say “We’re already married, dumbass” while tugging him up to kiss him and whisper, “A thousand times yes.”

The food, omg, okay. So, in your 5 year long relationship, you have never seen him enjoy pani-puri as much as you do at your own wedding. He happily ate them whenever you went out to eat at an Indian restaurant or made him eat Lamb Karahi (for my Pakistani girls out there), he ate it with a smile on his face, but usually, all he could feel was his mouth going numb at the spice.

But now, he is just gobbling them down. The shocking part? He’s eating them with the spicy water.

You’re shocked because he can handle more spice than you almost. And when you mention it he’s like “Baby you know I like it spicy”😉😉

Every daal or butter chicken or biryani that is brought to the table is just eaten, mostly by him.

When you taste the things yourself, the spice is there but he hasn’t picked up his glass

When you look at him, He just shrugs and says “I’m hungry.”

And you’re already reaching for water now and again.

Rooster and Javy are borderline crying.

And you keep giving them dahi (yogurt) to cut the spice because even you’re starting to

Even Phoenix can handle her spice, but Jake is surpassing that level and your mom is impressed to say the least.

Rooster watching hangman eat straight spicy biryani like 👁👄👁️

The Mehendi (a wedding function in which the bride, groom and guests’ hands and somethings feet are decorated with ethnic temporary tattoos” and Haldi rasam (a wedding function in which a yellow paste made from turmeric is applied to the bride’s and groom’s skin) has you thinking he looks absolutely adorable.

The yellow pastes make his skin glow and while everyone is admiring him all the young girls and aunties eyes are on him, he is just admiring you from the corner of the room as you get the haldi all over you.

You don't notice his eyes on you through the thin curtain until your mother whispers to you: “Everybody’s watching him, but he’s only been looking at you”

If there is haldi left after the ceremony you and Jake just attack Mav and the squad with it. 

And the aunties probably have something to say about how he’s just completely all over you, but you two don’t even care. You’re already too far gone into the bliss of your wedding preparations and traditions that nothing seems to affect your mood.

He’d probably really enjoy the fact that your wedding outfits reveal the midriff if you wear a lehenga. For each function that you wear one or even a sari, he probably really likes being able to feel your skin on his when he puts his arm around your waist.

Maybe if you decide to have a destination wedding in the house you rented, he shows up late at night at your door in a beige or black kurta that your mum made him wear, a few buttons undone from the top, hair a little messy.

He was up with your male family members playing antakshari (a card game often played at celebratory occasions).

If it’s in India, he takes you to a late-night drive to eat ice cream. You introduce him to paan and chai, two common late nigh street foods.

You threaten him that if he ever calls chai, chai tea, you will divorce him. 

When you get back it’s dark and late enough that no one else is awake, he quietly slips into your room as you both try to take in the last few days, barely having a moment to yourselves, as he just stays there and holds you until you drift off to sleep and when you do, he gives you a kiss on the forehead before slipping back into his room.

There’s a tradition where the brides name is written in the groom’s mehndi, and the groom’s name is written in the bride’s. When it comes to him trying to find his name in your hands, it takes him time, but he finds it hiding in the side of your pinky, because when you are nervous you hold onto each other’s pinky’s in a crowded room. It was a small thing you guys used to do before you had started dating.

If you've hidden his name as well, he finds it immediately but takes his name pretending like he didn’t see it just to play with your hands longer.

Yours is hidden in a kaleidoscope of stars and things he’s got on his palms and wrists, it’s in a moon shaped piece that has another thing written under it “mera chaand” My moon.

Phoenix shows up in the most stunning outfits and turns out she has dressed up every single one of the dagger boys.

It came as a surprise to you when she helps you with your jewelry, having known about many uncommon things about the certain things you were putting on.

She manages to take the boys away from you as you are getting ready for your main ceremony.

You both keep a Polaroid of the two of you getting ready, hair and makeup done, mehndi pristine, bangles on, jewelry pretty much all on and your outfits are on the hangers. Standing with arms around each other in tank tops and shorts and it’s the funniest sight. It's a memory you’ll cherish forever with your best friend.

Dude, can you just imagine Javy, Rooster, Mickey and Reuben all lifting the kids at the wedding in the air and pretending like they’re flying fighter jets.The kids are just like “I love Reuben uncle!” And “Jake maamaji is my favorite”.

After the wedding ceremony everyone’s making jokes about how y’all are probably going to get it on but you’re both so tired that you just fall asleep.

Before you do, Jake helps you take off your jewelry.

He counts the huge amount of bobby pins in your hair, the pile is bigger than your head. His eyes are wide by the time he is done taking out the last one. 

“Do you have anything else hiding in your skull somewhere? How did your head not fall?”

“Yeah, now you know why I’m so tired, I’m carrying twice my head’s normal weight.”

You let your clothes just fall to the floor but being the neat freak that he is, he goes to pick them up and put them on the hanger. He groans at the weight of it because it is just so heavy.

“Babe, how were you walking in this? Are you a bodybuilder?”

“Damn, Jake, I thought you navy officers were strong. Can’t even carry a dress??” He glares at you playfully.

He will not stop referring to you as Mrs. Seresin for ages.

You both lay down and just take in the past few days.

He says “Goodnight Mrs. Seresin”. You both just let yourselves fall asleep in like oversized shirts and underwear because you’re too tired to find anything else.

The next day you choose to have a little Western wedding party reception.

And he didn’t know what you were going to wear so when he sees you in a white wedding dress, he loses his mind. Bonus points if it’s Jake’s Mom’s dress.

Mrs. Seresin loves you, and seeing you make her son so happy, just fulfills her life mission.

You look angelic in it.

You remember when he had teased you about how when he gets married he’d take the Garter off with his teeth like some people do and I feel like even if he didn’t, he’d tickle up your leg a little as he took it off with his hands. 

He lets his hands roam around a little longer than needed, announcing that he can’t feel it until he disappears under your dress. He has is in his mouth as he reappears from under your dress, secretly giving it a sniff before tugging it into his pocket.

You get so flustered because your mother and his parents were there too.

Your father would be so mad, as most Asian dads would be in this situation.

Jake's mom might spontaneously combust; “Doesn’t this boy feel embarrassed?”

and the aunties will go feral. You don’t even care though because you’re way too in love with the man in front of you. But everyone had a good laugh over it, it was cute how in love you two are.

You cut cake and toss the bouquet.

Rooster just cuts through- like the diva he is and catches it.

Maybe giving it to your sister or a cousin of yours he’s been eyeing…

And everyone just tells stories from them about how you made naval aviators fall in love with the brown women in your family. Because it’s a common thing for a lot of matches to be made at desi weddings. They’re usually so big; friends and very extended family are invited from both sides and over the 3-7 days you all spend together, it’s not uncommon for some people to exchange numbers or so.

Like it all started there for everyone.

You and Jake take total credit for all the matches that were made.

Even phoenix, she saw your distant cousin that she got along with when your wedding ceremonies started and as she gets to know her; you stumble upon them on the rooftop on a late night, wrapped up in each other’s arms, a blanket around the two of them

Bonus points if you and Jake caught them there together and you all agree to just never mention it because you two weren’t supposed to be there either.

Imagine rooster giving the bouquet to your sister.

Like that man has been following her around the entire time the wedding ceremonies. It’s like a classic trope in a Bollywood movie.

One night, you’re looking for your earring which you’re convinced you sister took. And you walk into her room and he’s just there, minding his own business, chilling on his phone and he just jumps seeing you walk in, trying to explain.

Jake doesn’t even realize that rooster is involved with your sister until he sees them dancing. He just turns to you and is like “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” And you’re just sitting there, smirking. *I know what you are dog meme*

According to Punjabi tradition, you have to wear a red set of bangles after the wedding as a sign of being a newlywed woman. 

According to tradition you need to keep it on until you have kids or like at least for a year. 

It’s not even a year after your marriage that Jake comes home to find your wrists empty of the beloved bangle set he’s so used to. Oh. Oh.

He knows what it means. The empty wrists have him staring, and he’s dying to ask whether you took it off because of discomfort or if there is bigger news behind it. 

After an hour of pondering, he gives up his patience and asks you. 

“Oh, I was waiting until later to tell you this but…” 

You drag him to the nearest seat, sitting him down as you sit opposite, burying your hands into your cardigan pocket and around the plastic stick that felt  a little too heavy now that you were face to face with him. This is what you had been trying for, it's good news. The warmth in his eyes encourages you to let it be, that this was the right time. 

You place the pregnancy test in front of him, he picks it up to inspect as his face lights up with joy that you had only seen the day you got married. In a flurry, he just picks you up and spins you around. You're screeching for him to put you down, but he refuses, burying his face into your stomach as you laugh.

When he does put you down, he makes you sit on the couch with him as he bends down to your stomach; “Hey there champ, you gonna give your ma trouble for the next few months huh?”

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[bluezey]

It's November 1st here in America which means, if you don't celebrate Dia Muertos, you are definitely forgetting Thanksgiving exists and prepping for Christmas 🤣😅

But as I still can't get Elemental out of my head, it has me thinking of how the holidays will affect Wade and Ember. I mean Ember is a second generation immigrant with an importance to family fire traditions, and Wade is the innocently ignorant city guy. What if they ended up celebrating two separate holidays?

Like, Wade's family celebrates Christmas with maybe a little Kwanzaa thrown in there, and there's lots of water and ice involved. While Ember's family celebrates a cross between Yule and an Asian holiday... I'm not sure which one 😅 I did some quick google search and the closest holidays I can find is Chuseok (a Korean harvest festival) and Diwali (a Hindu festival of lights) but those holidays take place in autumn. I'm sure if I keep looking I'll find an Asian holiday that can be mixed with fire themes

I mean I'm sure they'll figure out how to celebrate both, but it may cause a bit of a shake up or rift at first, but maybe that's me and my Christian and American experience with the war on Christmas talking. What do you guys think about this idea? Or, just, Wade and Ember celebrating the holidays, that's gotta be a sweet thing to think about

[honeybellexox]

Seasons of Love ~ Spring (1/4)

I want to thank @sankititaliya aka the lovely Leela for sparking this idea in my brain yesterday!

Something that I greatly admire about Arshi’s love and IPK’s writing is how thematic it is and can be mapped by so many different things …one of those things being different seasons. So this is my rough idea of the different stages of Arshi’s love through the symbolism of the 4 different seasons.

Spring is the season of hope, birth and love… a season that is symbolic of innocence, much like the innocence and sweetness of Arnav and Khushi’s love that begins to properly bloom during the events of Payal and Akash’s wedding 💐💖

Edit: interestingly, there’s also a melancholic touch to Spring as it’s born from winter, so despite the peaks of sunshine and signs of flowers blooming, there’s a touch of chilliness to it…much like Khushi’s feelings during this period, having experienced the Diwali heartbreak. We can still see the slight hesitation in the beginning of this period as she slowly begins to warm up to Arnav again.

[whump-tr0pes]

Merry Christmas Athena!

Candle light service tonight of course reminded me of my baby Dee and also made me want to ask this.

How would the HB family celebrate Christmas? Or whatever holidays?

Merry Christmas!

Because I am Not Good at worldbuilding (and also lazy), I didn't include holidays in Honor Bound. But if such things existed?

I love the idea of the family bringing the fragments of traditions from the prior world and celebrating them joyfully together under the same roof.

Vera making Diwali sweets.

Tori setting a Kinara next to Finn's menorah.

Edrissa exploring Yule and liking what she learns.

Sam setting out milk and cookies for Santa, even though everyone knows that the cookies will just get eaten by whoever wakes up first in the morning.

Gavin feeling strange lighting Advent candles, but doing it just the same.

Ellis nearly coming to blows with Gavin when he says he'd prefer to have breakfast before opening presents on Christmas day, even though gifts have already been coming for Hanukkah.

Gray smiling through it all, as long as they get to make a specific type of cookie their mother taught them to make.

Zachariah delighted with the coincidence that this year (2030 in the books) Eid Al-Fitr falls during Christmastime.

Isaac so, so happy to have his family all around him, because nothing could be more dear to him.

[remusawoooo]

Hey?!I crave telugu james potter but the world is not ready for it z so please please do telugu james potter hcs

AHHHHH you have no idea how happy i was to see this?? i was pleasantly surprised when i first saw that there was a popular hc in the fandom that james was indian?? its fun but sometimes its just very superficial - he celebrates diwali and throws in one or two hindi words, lol.

my hc:

Honestly the strongest point i have is that he is from telangana lol (warangal bidda if you will)

he listens to telugu music (only knows what his dad listens to tho). it was hard to connect to the telugu popculture (hogwarts doesnt have technology and he's in the U.K. anyway)

James would probably be a chiranjeevi fan (he was very campy and talented!) if he cared. He would crush on sridevi, it's just natural.

He didn't care for cultural festivals, and his parents are Christian, but he devoured Ugadi pachadi. (laddoos and kaja for Christmas?? anyone?? Sirius would be so fascinated with putharekulu and remus' sweet tooth would be happy with all the sweets-his fav is peda!)

I tried to be period friendly (even looked up media in the 70s lmao), but if it's just any era: James would be a hoe for 2000s films. probably loves okkadu if I'm being real.

his cousins in the mainland definitely gave him shit for his accent, and he doesn't care enough to code switch.

if he was a muggle in India, definitely would go to hps for school (very self-indulgent, lmao)

he uses dad and amma. (Nanna feels a little awkward, okay!!!)

saying "abbaaaaa" when things don't go his way, (any chance for an ABBA telugu pun shouldn't be left out, btw) and "cheeee" when disgusted.

he used to tease his parents for their 4 p.m. chai habits and call it unhealthy but would pick it up during the first war. just a reminder of normality in the chaos and would give a moment with loved ones. he finally understood why his parents always had their chai and biscuits out in the garden, at 4 p.m.

his mum would insist on oiling his hair (to somehow manage the messy mop on his head) during holidays. he'd fight back hard but give in when she threatened to do it with magic. (he'd be super relaxed cause of the massaging but will never admit). he misses that later and cries hard into lily's shoulder one day, when she casually rubs his scalp in a way it reminds him of his mother (and how she'd never oil his head now!)

feel free to add on (or dismiss anything you don't like hahahaha)