#Extremely Hot Hindi Joke

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Madhubala (Mughal-e-Azam, Barsaat Ki Raat, Mr. & Mrs. '55)—The Venus of India; heart-throb of all who saw her; responsible for the sexual awakening of every single desi lesbian I know (including me!) And my god, she is breathtakingly beautiful. Look at the subtle grace with which she moves, and that smile - the kind of radiant smile that can make you laugh with sheer delight, or cry because of its hidden pain. Those wild curls! That Cupid's bow! The way she tilts back her head and smiles at you with mischief dancing in her eyes! She has a way of looking at the camera that makes you feel she's sharing a private joke just with you; it's something about that quizzical twist of the lips and eyebrows. As an actress, she is inimitable; she seems to effortlessly inhabit roles ranging from a heart-broken courtesan to a laughter-loving socialite. Fun fact : she's had quite the fan following in Greece! Stelios Kazantidis even wrote a song as a tribute to her.

Ingrid Bergman (Gaslight, Casablanca, Notorious)—Where do I even begin with Ingrid Bergman? I fell in love with her with her astounding performance in the 1956 version of Anastasia -- the best Anastasia movie in large part due to her wonderful and touching performance. She's got this amazing, fascinating intensity to her in whatever role she's in. She commits 100%, and she's got this light in whatever she's in that's stunning. She's utterly convincing no matter what she plays, from an amnesiac possible lost princess, from a nun, from a woman taking her revenge on the town that wronged her, to light romantic comedy. She's never missed in any role I've seen her in! Also she became quite the MILF.

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Madhubala:

An icon of Bollywood, who was well known for her beauty and has continued to inspire performances and songs into the 21st century. She was at times described as "the number one beauty of the Indian screen" and "the biggest star in the world".

SHE IS EVERYTHING AHHH. JUST LOOK AT HER SMILE-

She's been nicknamed the Marilyn Monroe of India and was one of the highest paid actresses in the Hindi film industry (the term Bollywood did not exist yet) during the 1950s. Also an extremely talented dancer and singer

SHE'S JUST SO STUNNING, like seeing her eyes IMMEDIATELY CAPTIVATES YOU, THE DANCING, THE BEAUTY!!!!!!!!! She worked in Bollywood for over 20 years and passed away at a sad early age of 36, BUT THE IMPACT SHE HAD WAS UNMATCHED!!!!!

That sassy sideways glance she does always has me WEAK AT THE KNEES. And when she's making silly faces at the camera to mimic someone ahhhh my gay little heart <3

Ingrid Bergman:

God, she's fantastic. She's both beautiful and a compelling actor who's more than capable of putting the whole movie on her shoulders if necessary. It's worth noting that while her beauty is conventional, she was seen as refreshingly "natural" with more eyebrows and less makeup than many other leading ladies of the time. She's well known for her role in Casablanca, but in Notorious, Spellbound, (both available on archive.org ) and Gaslight (1944) she shows how immensely capable she is.

I mean...she's Ingrid Bergman. I feel like that should be enough, you know? She's physically beautiful (her eyes!) but watching her is like a transcendent experience. Her voice, her expressions... beautiful woman, beautiful actor.

I'm a gay man but even I understand her appeal. I'll watch any movie she shows up in. Gorgeous woman.

Just try and watch her movies without sighing wistfully, then get back to me!

Choosing 1-3 movies where Bergman was at her hottest was agony because, of course, she was always at her hottest. Not just because she was beautiful but because she was absolutely willing to go up against the bs women in Hollywood were constantly dealing with. When exiled from Hollywood for having an affair with Roberto Rossellini, not only did she refuse to apologize at any point, but she went on to say that Hollywood's films had grown stagnant and boring to her. Though she said she appreciated her time working there, she wanted to try new, different techniques (hence starring in Italian neorealist films, working on stage, and acting under directors like Ingmar Bergman). She was not afraid to chase after her artistic ideals and go outside the box regardless of what society had to say about it. From her first movie to her last she killed it. There's so much more to say about Bergman's career and life, but I've already written five million words so I'll stop at that.

ion words so I'll stop at that.

One of the most incredible actors I've ever seen on film. Her facial expressions are so intricate and poignant that I cannot look away. I'm either ace or straight, but damn she made me question that.

SEVEN TIME OSCAR NOMINEE QUEEN. Girl also PULLED, having affairs with famously hot men Gary Cooper and Gregory Peck IN ADDITION to her three marriages...sexy

She has a very natural beauty to her, and she's from Sweden!

She left Hollywood and only became more beautiful. You could drown in her eyes. She can look innocent AND like she's seen it all. She is effortlessly elegant. She's played Joan of Arc (automatically hot) AND was in the movie that coined gaslight as a term. And where would we be without that!

She was known for being a breath of fresh air on the movie scene at the time with her windswept hair, dreamy smile and soulful eyes. I have loved her in every movie I have seen her in - she was just magnetic!

Where do I even start. There's a neighborly quality to this beautiful, talented actress that makes her hotness one of a kind and her looks impossible to forget

With a career spanning five decades, Bergman is often regarded as one of the most influential screen figures in cinematic history. Known for her naturally luminous beauty, Bergman spoke five languages – Swedish, English, German, Italian and French – and acted in each.

She's hot, don't get me wrong, but I've always found her very approachable, like she could easily be a member of my friend group

A lot of the time hotness in a movie is just about words and framing. "You're the most beautiful person here" [vaseline lens] well I sure hope so because that's who you cast. But when, in Casablanca, they call Ingrid Bergman the most beautiful woman in the world... they were not fucking lying. And such a dynamite actor too!! I'd only seen Casablanca up until last year, and there she's confined to love interest. But in Gaslight she was maybe one of the most incredible actors I've ever seen!!!! Goddddd shes so fucking hot and cool.

[dandelionarchive]

┊ one hot arrangement. [seokmin and seungcheol x fem oc]

“I w-was joking!” She exclaimed, and Seokmin only chuckled at her remarks.

“Oh? You were? Would you have preferred it if we were fucking in front of you?”

title: one hot arrangement word count: 1,236 words pairing: seokmin and seungcheol x fem oc characters: seokmin, seungcheol, fem oc language: english (narration), tagalog (dialogue) genre: nsfw, threesome, polyship, r18+ content warning: contains nsfw and threesome contents.

Rianne rushed home, to hers and Seokmin’s shared apartment. She was astounded to find both Seokmin and Seungcheol sitting in the living room. They were talking casually and stopped when she entered their apartment.

She knew what she read from Seokmin’s messages were true when her boyfriend grinned at her.

“She’s here. Should we discuss things first?” Seungcheol asked as they both looked at her.

Rianne could feel the heat rushing down her spine. She did imagine scenarios like these, unconsciously, whenever she wrote updates from the manhwa she had been working on these past few days. Though truthfully, that was of a different concept where Seokmin and Seungcheol would be fucking in front of her.

“Mukhang ‘wag muna. I could sense her imagination running wild na agad,” Seokmin said as he approached his girlfriend. “How would you like to do this, bubby?”

“What? I didn’t…” She trailed off as she felt Seungcheol moving closer to them. “I-I was…” She swallowed hard as she tried to take a step away from them, but Seokmin caught her by the arm.

“You were? Say it, bub. Ano ‘yun?” His voice sounded gentle, but the smirk was evident on his face.

“I w-was joking!” She exclaimed, and Seokmin only chuckled at her remarks.

“Oh? You were? Would you have preferred it if we were fucking in front of you?”

The answer was quite evident on her face as she blushed at the thought.

“You’re really something, bubby. Pero ayaw mong makipaghiwalay sa’kin? And you even said open ka sa three way?” Seokmin clicked his tongue then he lifted his girlfriend, carrying her in bridal style.

“Seokmin! Hindi na… Please…” She wasn’t scared, but heat was oddly burning inside her as the thought of them both playing with her flashed in her mind. She had only seen that stuff in mangas, which she avoided reading at first.

“Don’t worry, Rianne. We’ll be gentle, really gentle,” Seungcheol said as he followed them to their room.

She didn’t know what took over her. Rianne was extremely against this arrangement at first, but eventually, as they all started making out on the same huge bed, the need to be touched by these men roused inside her. And now he found herself naked and kneeling on the bed between Seokmin and Seungcheol.

“Akala ko ba ayaw mo? Bakit parang nagmamadali ka ngayon?” Seungcheol teased him as he whispered in her ear. He was behind her, his cock poking against her ass hole.

“Huwag mo nang asarin, Seungcheol. F.O. tayo kapag nagbackout ‘yung girlfriend ko,” Seokmin chuckled as he held her girlfriend’s waist. “Go ahead, Rianne. Put our cocks inside you,” he urged her as he rubbed himself against her pussy.

Rianne looked up to him, letting out soft sighs as she grabbed Seungcheol’s cock from behind. Her lips parted wider as she panted heavily, eyes locked on his boyfriend as Seungcheol’s cock made its way inside her. Fortunately, they have done enough foreplay earlier, making it less painful as Seungcheol’s cock stretches her ass hole open.

“You’re so tight,” he grunted as he held onto her hips, just above Seokmin’s hands, making sure to stay still to let her adjust to his size.

“Ahh… Seokmin…” She moaned softly, moving back a bit, unconsciously pressing her back against Seungcheol’s chest as she arched her hips forward. Seokmin’s cock was slowly slipping inside her, stretching her pussy.

Her head fell backwards, resting on Seungcheol’s shoulder as their cocks buried inside her. The two men stayed still as they both let her adjust to their cocks’ sizes. And when they felt Rianne’s hips moving, they both started following her slowed pace.

Seokmin shoved his cock deeper in a painfully slow pace, letting her feel his thick, veiny cock rubbing against her walls. Seungcheol did the same thing while his hand reached for her chest. He buried his face on his shoulder as he cupped and squeezed her breast.

“Unnng… Seokmin…” She moaned as her boyfriend pushed her closer to Seungcheol, his hand around her girlfriend’s neck.

The feeling of being restricted with two cocks thrusting inside her simultaneously was enough to drive her on edge. She arched her chest and bucked her hips up, as if trying to follow their every movement. “Oh, ano? Masarap?” He teased her as he slammed his cock a bit roughly this time, wanting to reach the deepest parts of her.

Rianne could only moan in response as her insides squeezed their cocks. She wanted to move her hips, but the two were holding her still, so she moved her head instead, turning a bit to face Seungcheol. She reached for his cheek and claimed his lips.

Soft, muffled moans brushed past her lips as she deepened the kiss, her tongue making its way inside his mouth. They were in the midst of tasting each other’s mouth when Seokmin thrusted deeper inside her, making her jolt then he pulled her away from Seungcheol, breaking their kiss only to claim her girlfriend’s lips.

The kiss was loud and sloppy and Rianne couldn’t hide as excitement brewed within her. Her hands were on Seokmin’s shoulder and Seungcheol’s arm as if grabbing on them for support as they continued to pound on her.

“Ugh… Hah…” She moaned on Seokmin’s mouth before forcing her tongue inside his mouth. She moved her face closer, wanting to kiss him more as Seokmin sucked her tongue.

Seungcheol on the contrary started playing with her breasts and nipples, pinching and tugging them, confusing her senses as he stimulated her body even more. He shoved his cock deeper, finally increasing his pace as he tugged her hips down.

The bed was creaking loudly with the way they were moving on top of it. His hand then snaked from her hips up to her chest, grabbing her neck and pulling him away from Seokmin. A loud whine escaped her mouth before Seungcheol shoved his tongue inside her mouth.

He kissed him torridly as they thrash their hips faster, shoving their cocks deeper and abusing her sweet bundle of nerves even more. Seokmin started slamming his cock deeper, pulling his cock halfway out before shoving it back swiftly.

The heat burned inside her as they abused her holes, hitting her sweet spots continuously. She could feel the heat dragging her even deeper as pleasure exploded on her chest. She only pulled away from the kiss as she felt that sweet sensation pooling on the pits of her stomach.

Her head fell on Seungcheol’s shoulder, her mouth agape and eyes tightly shut as a series of loud moans escaped her throat. The two were even moaning and groaning as they, too, were slowly reaching their orgasms. Seokmin pulled the two of them closer by wrapping his arms around Seungcheol’s waist, squeezing Rianne’s breasts against his chest.

"Seokmin... I'm gonna... I’m gonna cum..." She cried as pleasure seeped through her nerves, driving her more on edge. “Hah… Ahh... Unnng... Fuck... Fuck..." She chanted breathlessly, arching her chest and bucking her hips up. Her body shuddered, as she moaned their names loudly. She could feel her warm juice exploding inside her as she came.

It didn't take long for the both of them to reach their climax. The moment Rianne came, they both slammed their cocks shoving it deeper. They moaned and groaned loudly as they came inside her, filling her up on each hole.

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[pxmarierose]

An update, I guess.

It has been almost a year since I last visited this blog and yes, I am still alive. I actually have thought about updating this blog several times already but I don't think I had anything extremely important to say. So I think, I do have those now.

Almost two weeks ago, I lost another good friend that I have known for quite some time, Kite. Kite is our HR personnel way back 2006 when I joined Siemens PH. I actually just remember good times with her - no joke. Meron kasing iba na nagsasabi na naaalala mo lang or nasasabi mo lang yung mga magagandang bagay pag namatay na yung tao. Fuck cancer talaga. Bakit ba kako sa mabubuting tao pa nangyayari 'to. I miss you, Kite. Talagang puro masasayang alaala lang ang naaalala ko sa'yo. No more pain and suffering - and until we meet again.

I said "another" because this year, I also lost Pia - the sweetest person I was lucky to have met and made friends with. I knew Bridgerton because of her - as she lent her books to me (trusting me enough to take care of those) and even gave me a recipe of her croquettas. I miss you, Pia. I am so sorry that I haven't been a good friend to you.

And since we're talking about friends - here's what went down this week:

Yep. These are the same folks who were with me when my head was somewhere out there and non-functional. It's been a hot minute since we last hung out and went on a roadtrip and this is one of the highlights of my year. Nakaka-miss pala yung tawanang walang humpay talaga. Yung tulog na bahala na anong oras gigising (well s'yempre except for kailangan 'nyo mag-check out ng 12nn gaga ka ba) plus the never ending kwento whether it's about our work or personal lives.

Just a few realizations lang din: sabi ko kase noon, bakit kaya tuwing may paandar, hindi ako kasama? Ang sama ko ba'ng tao, gano'n? Hindi ba ako fit sa grupo nila? Ayaw na ba nila sa akin? I realized that as you grow older, you let people be. You don't force friendship. You don't force people to like you. You respect their decisions. You can be happy for them, whether they'll do the same or not. At the end of the day, it's you who is overthinking things, and who's forcing relationships, when you don't need to. People will like you if they'll like you. People will care for you if they want to. Keywords: if they want to.

So ayun lang ang hanash ko for this Saturday. I don't know when I'll get to update this again but thanks so much to those who read my old blog that's been around for quite some time now. :)

[seasonsofeverlark]

Family Prayer

Author: @mega-aulover​

Prompt: Buttercup and Diwali are not things that go together. So even though Katniss dosen't like him much, she and Peeta try to make things easier for Buttercup on that day. [submitted by @everlurked​]

Rating: Fluffy G

Author’s Note: This is a story about Diwali and wouldn’t have been possible without @cadsingh77​ who spent weeks allowing me to ask all sorts of questions about Diwali and what it means to her. I patterned it on her descriptions. She read it, as well, to make sure there were no cultural faux pas. I apologize if there is anything amiss. Also, I’m remiss if I do not mention @norbertsmom​ who at the eleventh hour betaed this story. She’s my rock my bestie, and I would be nothing without her.

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Peeta glanced at his suit in the closet. His hands shook. 

In a few hours he was going to meet the family of the love of his life. 

He looked at the phone in his hands. He was lying in bed researching everything Diwali. His girlfriend Katniss had gone over the topic. She explained that just as sunset happens an elaborate puja, a prayer ceremony is done in a temple to begin the holiday. But to most Trinidadians or Trinis, as she called herself, like her family, they said little personal prayers in front of Laxmi, Saraswati and Ganesh and then they would light the diyas, little clay lamps, that they were going to placed in all of the rooms of the house. 

Katniss made it all sound so simple. Diwali was a celebration of light. A victory over darkness. A day to wear new clothing, beautiful jewelry, sing, dance, pray, and light diyas. Katniss said any other guests would arrive after the prayers and they would have a ton of food and everyone would eat and hang out, kids would light sparklers, and there would be singing and dancing too. 

Curious, Peeta watched every Bollywood movie on Netflix. Movies, however, never really explained everything. He put the phone down. He had to  be honest with himself; Katniss’ assurances aside, he was a fish out of water no matter what he did. He was going to meet the most important people in Katniss’s life, her family.

In contrast, his parents were Dan and Cindy from Port Jefferson, Long Island. They owned a bakery near the ferry. They were dull people, they were like the parents of Ian Miller from My Big Fat Greek Wedding. But a lot colder and more dysfunctional, dressed in tans and beiges. Peeta constantly questioned why they would own a bakery that matched the color of bland. They never veered from the menu. Never introduced a new seasonal baked good. Peeta was stuck in that rut until he met Katniss and his entire world changed and color was introduced into his life.

Katniss was the electric jolt that kickstarted his dull heart to life. 

The first time he tasted roti, the buttery tasting flat bread he literally cried. 

From the pictures that Katniss shared of her family, he could tell they were a riot of awesomeness. 

Katniss and her parents hailed from Trinidad and Tobago. Her family moved to Long Island from Germany. Her father was an engineer and physicist. He worked at the superconductor in Germany and then came to Long Island so that he could work on a project at Brookhaven National Laboratory. Her mother worked at Stony Brook University. She ran the nursing department. 

Peeta and Katniss both attended Stony Brook University. He was on his way to a yoga class and she was in her Pink boxing class. From the glass covered room Peeta watched her hit the punching bag like Joe Fraser, and he was a goner. Peeta had a thing for strong women. His first middle school girlfriend bossed him and made him carry her books to and from class and he was a sucker for her, but she broke his heart. She told him she was only using him to get to his older brother Ryan. Peeta battled so much darkness in his life and what he needed was to chase the darkness away and to let the light into his heart. But he couldn’t deny he liked strong women. 

There was something about a strong alpha woman who knew how to get things done, unlike his mother who was passive aggressive, and banged the pots in the kitchen and slammed refrigerator doors. 

He sighed as he worried about tomorrow. He googled Diwali’s greetings and butchered the language as he tried to speak in Hindi. 

Peeta sighed heavily.

Katniss’s mother invited him over the phone. She wanted him to come over before the prayers began. It was an honor because he was Katniss’ boyfriend, someone she chose despite her father trying to get her to date the son of a friend of his. Katniss put her figurative foot down and claimed she was dating Peeta. Her father didn’t want to meet him, but he knew of him. 

So the pressure was on to be perfect. He didn’t want to say or do the wrong thing, especially in front of her family. His hands shook, this was important. He wanted to make a good impression on Katniss’ family, even if her father didn’t like him or the idea of him. Peeta wanted them to like him because, truth be told, his own family didn’t like him. 

Peeta loved his family, but ever since he was little, he knew he didn’t fit into the landscape of his family. He was labeled as the emotional one. He was too irreverent for them. Peeta liked color. He loved to paint. He enjoyed the change in seasons where his family loved one season, summer, because they generated the most money then. 

His family liked one or two flavors. Peeta loved all flavors, spicy ones, bold ones, subtle ones. They hated that he was always pushing to change the menu at the bakery. His childhood room was always the one his parents never showed off, because as a teen he painted the walls of his room every shade of orange. Peeta knew they sighed in relief when he decided to stay in the dorms at Stony Brook. His football scholarship allowed him to have that opportunity. He trained hard, studied hard, and loved hard. 

“Katniss,” her name escaped his lips like fervent prayer and a wish. He loved her, was consumed by her, and he was so overly happy that she invited him to meet her family for Diwali. And now he had so much pent up energy he couldn’t sleep. 

His teammates made fun of him, because he got a goofy lopsided I-got-my-hippopotamus-at-Christmas type grin, whenever Peeta thought of Katniss. He closed his eyes picturing her olive skin, thick straight dark hair braided into a rope, small pert nose, and silvery eyes that were breathtaking. Though it wasn’t her physical parts that made him fall in love. It was the woman who lay beneath the surface.

What made him sit up and take notice of Katniss after he saw her box, and he was out of the yoga room, was that there was a blonde girl at the gym working out. There were these idiots guys making fun of her, calling that poor girl fat, just because she was full figured. Katniss walked straight up to the guys and gave them a scowl full of fire and brimstone, called the girl hot and told her that if she were gay she’d do her in an instant. Then she told the guys that they could jackknife themselves off the roof of the building. Peeta had never seen anything sexier in his life. Katniss was full of fire and she was resplendent more so than the sun. 

His phone buzzed drawing him away from his memories as the message came in.

KATNISS: Why are you still up?

Peeta grinned, his phone betrayed him. In some phones a little dot showed up next to the person when they were on their phone. Katniss must have noticed. 

PEETA: Stalk much.

KATNISS: LOL

Peeta could see those three little dots moving as she wrote a reply. 

For the most part Katniss wasn’t a talker. Unless she was passionate about the topic and then she was a chatterbox.

KATNISS: FUNNY. Seriously, tomorrow is going to be a long day. You need to sleep.

PEETA: Because tomorrow I am going to meet your family.

Peeta could see her rolling her eyes even through the phone.

KATNISS: You don’t have to be nervous. 

PEETA: If you tell me all I have to do is be myself, I swear I am going to come dressed as Buddy the Elf.

KATNISS: Dork.

PEETA: Yes, but I’m your dork.

KATNISS: They’re going to love you.

Peeta sighed. 

PEETA: This is important. I want to make a good impression. Your family is important to you and given that my family…

Peeta sighed. He’d brought Katniss to the bakery to meet his family because they didn’t have time for him. His father was pleasant. His mother, however, spoke loudly and slowly as if Katniss didn’t speak English. Katniss spoke various languages and was extremely intelligent. Her mother wanted her to be a doctor, but Katniss had a passion for the environment. Her major was environmental studies, with a minor in geology. She was brilliant and he felt like the dumb jock.

KATNISS: Your family is fine, well except for Ryan. Someone needs to examine him.

Peeta chuckled. His brother Rye stared at Katniss as if she was Christmas, Easter, and summer vacation all rolled up into one. He then proceeded to flirt with Katniss, by using every campy movie line known to mankind. In typical Rye fashion because he’d done it before to their other brother Lyle. Unfortunately in that instance the girl in question dumped Lyle to go out with Rye. 

He sighed. That was his dysfunctional family. Family gatherings were uncomfortable events. They weren’t exactly nice to one another.

PEETA: I have no excuse for my brother.

Peeta decided to follow his text with a self deprecating joke. A truth, his family thought him the odd one in the family. 

PEETA: But Ryan isn’t the bad apple. I’m not sure you know this, but I am the black sheep of the family.

KATNISS: You mean the sexy one.

A grin spread on his face at her compliment. 

Katniss’ family was conservative, and by extent, so was Katniss. He respected her boundaries and her values.  Family was everything to her and he loved her because of it, Katniss would lay her life on the line for her family. 

PEETA: Have I told you today how much I love you.

KATNISS: No, but I do love to hear you say it.

Peeta pressed the little microphone and recorded his voice, which sounded rougher to his ears than normal.

PEETA: (a voice email) I love you Katniss. I love your mind. I love your kindness. I love how you always talk about your sister Prim. I love the way you adore your dad. I love the way you look up to your mother. I think you are the most beautiful soul. And I am nervous because if you are wonderful, then your family has to be just as great.

He meant every word. 

They’d been dating for the last few months, but they’d been friends for two years. They weren’t easy years because of their schedules in school and the fact that her father had a mild heart attack right after they met. Peeta put himself in the friend zone because that’s what Katniss needed. He didn’t want her to feel pressure to feel romantic toward him when her dad, the most important man in her life, was ill. 

In the end, the bonds of friendship grew to a love so sweet and pure, that it shined out of her silver eyes. The first time she realized the love she held for him was more than friendship left him breathless, like stepping into a world filled with brilliant colors, light and joy. 

KATNISS: (a voice email) I love you too.

Her voice was breathy and filled with her heartfelt emotion.

Peeta couldn’t help but sigh contentedly.

KATNISS: Now as for tomorrow, don’t worry. When they see what a great guy you are, they will love you.

Peeta sighed.

KATNISS: NOW GO TO SLEEP, MELLARK!

PEETA:  Yes ma’am.

He grinned and would have followed her directions, but instead he stood from his bed and went into his suite kitchen. He needed to bake. It was the only thing he knew that would calm him down. He decided to make chocolate using the vegetarian items he purchased in the store. Come the morning he would make the Laddoos he planned to bring with him. In Hindi they were called Laddu but in Trinidad they were known as Laddoo.

Making the chocolate eased his nerves, so he actually got some sleep. In the morning, he showered and set to work on making the Laddoos. By three o’clock he was done, and all he had to do was wrap up the presents. Taking a red ribbon, he tied each box the way he’d done so many times at the bakery. 

His suitemates were gone. No doubt causing trouble somewhere on campus, which gave Peeta the time he needed to get ready. He took out his new suit. Even though Katniss told him he could wear a nice pair of slacks and shirt, Peeta bought a suit that was on sale for the special occasion. 

Taking a deep breath he took the small presents he had for her family. They weren’t necessary, but he wanted to make a good impression. He gathered up the Laddoos, the chocolate, the flowers - marigolds he sourced at the local home depot, and the paintings he made of her family made from the memory of the pictures she’d shown him. 

He drove, heading to the Everdeen home in Mount Sinai. The cottage-like house looked like something out of a movie or TV show: warm, inviting, like a real home, one filled with love, and not pretend.

As he walked up, he could hear laughter, genuine laughter, followed by singing and joy. Running a hand through his blond wavy locks he took a deep breath. “Okay Mellark, just be yourself,” he whispered, as he stood in front of the door.  

He raised his hand to knock on the door and his breath caught at the man standing there looking more like a navy seal instead of a physicist. This was Katniss’ dad. His chrome eyes were hard and they took him apart, much the way a defensive end could read a play and pick it apart while holding their defense line.  

“Happy Diwali.” Peeta tried to say confidently but his voice cracked. He could feel himself sweating.

Her father raised an eyebrow. “You are Peeta Mellark.”

Peeta nodded.

“Rahul!” A statuesque woman with blonde hair and pale blue eyes swatted Katniss’ father’s arm. He watched her sneak around him, dressed in a traditional red sari with gold thread. “Please behave.” Mrs. Everdeen quietly gave her husband a look. Her golden bangles clinked as she placed her hand dramatically on her hip. Peeta was glad Katniss had gone over the different fashions. He studied each one because he would do anything for Katniss. 

Peeta watched as her father’s hard analytical eyes softened the moment he beheld Katniss’ mother. Peeta could see how Katniss’ parents were a unit of one. They were in love and either one would fight the shadows and all of the evil in the world for their other half.  “Anjali.”

“I am Katniss’ mother, this is her father,” her pale eyes sparkled. “Please come in, we were waiting for your arrival. Come in,” she ushered him.

The home was two stories, to the left a halfway with rooms, to the right a living room, dining area, and a den to the far back. The house was decorated with warm rich colors, but everything was tied around the family, as pictures dotted the walls. There were lights everywhere hanging from the walls, the clay diya’s sat on the mantel.  Peeta stood in front of a picture of Katniss on her father’s shoulders, her twin braids flowing, her eyes crinkled in pure happiness. 

“Ohhhh you’re cute,” a younger, but deeper voice than Katniss’ said with impish mischief. 

Primrose took after Katniss’ mother, with the flaxen hair and the pale blue eyes.  Katniss explained that her mother was of British descent, while her father’s family, although sporting a European name, was from India. His great-grandparents came to Trinidad, fell in love with the island and stayed. 

Her mother walked away from her very wealthy family back in Trinidad to marry Katniss’ father. It was a little like they were the original Romeo and Julliet. 

His parents got together because his dad knocked up his mom.

“Primrose!” Mrs. Everdeen admonished. 

“What,” Prim said. Her pale blue eyes were inquisitive as she walked around him. The way Katniss talked about her sister, Peeta had expected a little kid, but Prim was as tall as he was. Her loose  pajama-like trousers that narrowed at her ankles, called shalwar, swooshed around as she made her round. Her red kameez, a flowing tunic with intricate gold patterns reminded Peeta of the pattern Mrs. Everdeen wore on her sari.

Prim was everything Katniss was not. She was a bold bright bubbly girl, who at this moment was making sure he was the real deal and not some mindless jerk. He stood, letting her because it was important that her family liked him. He wanted to be accepted. He felt his face flame up under the scrutiny. 

“I understand why my boring sister is constantly sighing.”

Peeta grinned, then he said, “Oh these are for you.” He gave them the presents. The flowers, the chocolate, and the sweetened chickpea Laddoos he made by hand for them.

“Oh these are fragrant, where did you purchase them?”

“He made them.” The soft voice that came behind him made his heart rate triple.

Peeta turned around and there stood Katniss wearing an emerald green lenghas. She had explained what it looked like, but at this moment, his brain that was always filled with words was momentarily empty, vanquished by her beauty. He swallowed, mouth slightly ajar. His eyes darted from the perfection of her face with those silvery eyes that captivated him, and the peek of dark hair that was hidden by the sari. 

Katniss held a shiny brass plate, she called a Tarrier, but in Hindi it was known as a Thali, containing coconut, almonds, and other sweets. Katniss told him the plate belonged to her great-grandmother Veronica. When her mother married her father, her great-grandmother gave it to her insisting it should go to her first born. He swore for a second he could see a miniature Katniss with his eyes staring up at him and holding the Tarrier. 

“He made them?” Primrose asked, Peeta could hear the intense curiosity in her sister’s voice. 

“His family are bakers, and Peeta is an amazing cook.”

“Really,” her father said, and his voice, the way he said that one word snapped Peeta out of his hazy fog. 

“Ah,” he nervously said. “I made her cheese buns,” Peeta felt the heat rising from his neck and caused those red splotches that his brothers made fun of. 

“Cheese buns,” her father repeated. 

“When you were in the hospital, daddy,” her eyes did not hide the pain of recalling those days. “Peeta noticed I wasn’t eating and cajoled me into eating cheese buns,” Katniss words were so soft. “He was the friend I leaned on for support when…” her voice trailed.

Peeta watched her father’s face take a look of adoring tenderness at his eldest, and when his eyes turned to Peeta they weren’t as frosty as they had been. 

“He even took me to temple to pray,” Katniss whispered.

“In Selden?” 

“Yes, daddy,” Katniss quietly said.

“Rahul,” Katniss’ mother chided. She cupped his cheeks, “Such a nice young man. Did you make the chocolate as well?” 

Peeta nodded, his eyes went back to her father. He couldn’t mess this up. 

Her mother smiled serenely, then her eyes lit with happiness as if she made a startling connection. “Oh! Pundit Sharma was right; they were destined in the stars.”

“Star crossed lovers just like you and mom,” Prim said. 

Her father cut his eyes away. 

“Oh my, these chocolates….” Prim moaned. 

“Primrose!” Her mother admonished. 

“What, he said they were for us,” Prim shrugged, plopping a chocolate in her mouth. “I’d say he’s golden. So what does a cheese bun taste like?” 

“Primrose, really, must you think only of your stomach?” Katniss shook her head. 

“Girls,” their father said in a stern tone of voice. “It’s near sunset. Upstairs with the lot of you. I swear corralling a dozen baby ducks would be easier.” 

The women headed upstairs. Peeta wasn’t sure, but her father swept a hand for him to follow him upstairs.

Peeta wasn’t sure what he was expecting, hopefully like something out of Khabi Kushi Khabi Gham. They had a small altar where he watched all of the women present the offerings and began to bow their heads. He stood behind quietly observing, but when Katniss began to pray it was like a song and her words that he didn’t understand wrapped around his heart and his lashes fluttered closed and a single tear fell down his face. Song after song her voice combined with that of her father, her mother and sister caused him to realize just how much he wanted to be part of this family, to be loved and accepted. 

He too prayed for a family to want him, to be needed. 

Peeta was so wrapped up in the moment when it was over he opened his eyes to find her mother standing before him with trembling lips, and watery blue eyes.

“Bend down son,” her father said with warmth in his voice. “She’s going to honor you by putting the sindoor on your forehead.” He pointed to his forehead, though his eyes had completely lost the frost. They were filled with admiration and the same warmth he had in his voice. Her father looked at Katniss and nodded as if giving her his blessings. 

Unsure if what he had just seen was real, his eyes went to Katniss,  but Prim said, “Go ahead Peeta, my father has just fallen for you too.” Her voice squeaked with that enthusiasm only a teenager could have. She wiped the tears from her face as well. 

Peeta bent down slightly. Mrs. Everdeen’s hand slipped to the Tarrier and with her ring finger she pressed it into the red dust Katniss’ father called sindoor.

The press of her finger was light. “When my daughter marries you. You will sprinkle this sindor over the part in her hair to symbolize her marriage to you.”

Peeta’s eyes flew to her father who nodded. “Welcome to the family son.” He clasped his back and said. “Now let’s go eat. I’m starving.”

Peeta couldn’t help but grin. He gazed at Katniss who came to him, her smile shy. He was going to follow them, but katniss put her hand on his, then stepped up and placed a small peck on his cheek. Then winked sassily. “I told you they would love you.” 

And like that, his prayers were answered; he now had a family. 

Years later, when he stood in the same position watching his little girl singing the puja, holding the brass tarrier, alongside Katniss. Just as in that memory from years ago he listened to Katniss voice blend with their daughter. Their voices blended in with his father-in-law Rahul, Primrose and her soon to be fiancé. Peeta was grateful that his prayers were answered, the darkness was swept away and light filled his soul.  And he was granted the family he always wanted.

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Lady Summers’ servants

(A/N: I wanted to give you short characterisations of her servants, so here you go. I started with the more important ones, because honestly, those are the ones who play an actual role in the story.

Lady Summers, Consulting telepath and conversational therapist, has a multicultural ensemble of servants under her payroll. They're very different from each other, but have two things in common: they're all illegitimate children and half-siblings of their mistress (don't ask – her father was a ladies' man with a weakness for the exotic). This will be brought up a lot, so I thought I should say this beforehand.)

1. The butler: Sameer Singh

He was born on 15th February 1853 in New Delhi, India. He is the illegitimate child of a European nobleman and a poor washing girl (who also happened to be a Rakshasi in disguise, but the father didn't mind). His father left India before he was born, so Sameer stayed with his mother for almost eighteen years.

In 1870 his future mistress Lady Summers came to India, specifically to find him. After some negotiating with Sameer's semi-divine mother, the Rakshasi agreed to her son serving in the Lady's household as her butler (under the condition that he would be treated well, of course). He has been her butler ever since.

No one outside the Lady's household knows why she hired him specifically (or any of the other servants), but he does a splendid job, so no one complains.

Sameer is mild-mannered, polite, patient and very dedicated to his work and his mistress.

He likes animals, flowers and spicy food (as long as it doesn't contain beef, as he's Hindu), his employer and all of his half-siblings. As a Hindu, he worships Shiva and Kali specifically.

What he doesn't like are lowbrows, racists, religious fanatics and everyone who messes with Lady Summers and makes her upset.

Apart from his native languages, Hindi and Sanskrit, he speaks German, English, French, Latin, Greek and Arabic.

He's also good at sword fighting.

From his mother he inherited several magical traits, shapeshifting for example.

His natural appearance is that of a relatively tall Indian man with tanned skin, black hair and brown eyes, but he also has a demon form, which is fearsome beyond description.

2. The lady-in-waiting: Kurogawa Aoimoku (Aoimoku is the given name)

She was born on 2nd March 1855 in Kyoto, Japan, to the daughter of a Ninja (not as cool as it sounds). Despite not having demonic heritage like Sameer (who is her half-brother), she was born with the ability to make herself invisible. That and the fact that she was a bastard child made her childhood rather tough, as she was viewed as inhuman. Therefore, she grew up with her grandfather, the only person around who wasn't scared and saw her ability as a gift rather than a curse.

Under his care, she received intensive training, until in early 1871 Lady Summers arrived in Kyoto to look for her. Her grandfather only consented for the fifteen-year-old girl to go with the German Lady after he would die. So the European stayed with them for almost a year, until he passed away. Then she took Aoimoku back to Europe with her.

The ninja girl didn't trust that strange foreigner at first, but changed her opinion at seeing how much the two of them had in common.

Aoimoku is nonchalant, demure, calm and (like the rest of the household) deeply loyal to Lady Summers.

She likes Japanese food, piano music (Chopin in particular), literature, flowers and making herself invisible to prank people (and come on, can you blame her?).

What she hates is loud noise, rudeness and anyone who angers her mistress. Like any proper ninja, she can make a weapon of anything and hide it anywhere.

She looks like your average Japanese lady, except that she has ice blue eyes, like her mistress (hence her name Aoimoku, which roughly translates to “blue eyes”).

3. The day nurse: Marie Rickinger

She was born on 17th September 1846 in Innsbruck, Austria. Therefore, she's the oldest member of Lady Summers' staff, being less than eleven years younger than the Lady herself.

Her mother died in childbirth, so she was raised by her grandmother, a nurse. Consequently, the little girl resolved to follow in her footsteps. Her grandmother, knowing who the father was, wrote a letter to him, informing him of the child. So he took her in and to financed a thorough training for her as a nurse.

Marie doesn't like Prussians at all, but her late father and older half-sister are the exception. After finishing her training at the age of twenty, she became their nurse and was with them wherever they went. Lady Summers is fond of her to the point, where she puts up with how much Marie (being a nurse) frets over her and her fragile health (even though it annoys her). The Prussian Lady takes her nurse with her when she wants to go out, but doesn't feel too well.

She is fiercely loyal, caring, cheerful, temperamental and blunt. At times she can be extremely overbearing, much to her patient's chagrin. But she always means the best.

Marie has the same hair and eye colour as Lady Summers, but is taller and chubbier. She's well-endowed and hates that a lot of people check her out. So she resorts to drastic measures to keep people from leering at her bust or behind (she doesn't resort to violence, but when she's done with people, they often wish she did).

Although she's not the most high-ranking of the servants (that's butler Sameer) and neither has any supernatural powers, everyone looks up to her and respects her as the second oldest person in the house (after the Lady herself).

4. The coachman: Sean O'Connor

He was born in a village in Skibbereen, Ireland on 23rd January 1850, after the Great Famine, to the widow of a man, who had fallen victim to the famine. His mother received from his biological father a large fortune to live on, which she used to move to England. Even though he received a good education, he decided to be a cab driver. That was to the great disapproval of his mother, since it's a very underpaid job. The O'Connors were sought out shortly after his father's death in 1870, by Lady Summers. He agreed to become her coachman and has been her driver ever since.

She pays him handsomely, much to his mother's satisfaction. Mrs. O'Connor passed away in 1875.

His special ability is that he always knows the way. That doesn't sound like much, but for his job it's very important. It helps him in places he doesn't know.

He's cheerful, generous, blunt and quick-witted, but also has a hot temper and can be really petty.

He likes singing, dancing, the country, the Lady's horses and helping people. But he hates cruelty, indifference, English people who look down on the Irish and everyone who doesn't treat their horses well.

As the Lady's coachman, he sticks to her like glue and drives her everywhere. She accepts no other driver, be it in London, the country or even abroad.

He's a relatively tall and bulky red-head with lots of freckles and emerald green eyes.

Like all the others, he's loyal to his mistress and dedicated to his work. To him it's only natural to get his passengers to their destination at all costs, so he always has a gun with him. He also doesn't recoil from hitting people with his horsewhip, should they endanger his Lady.

5. The hair dresser: Julie Alexandrine Desmoulins

She was born in Paris on 1st April 1847 (and likes to joke about how she's an April Fool's joke). She has a little sister, who is also on Lady Summers' pay roll. Her mother's husband, a hair dresser, raised the girls as his own and taught the older one his craft (the younger became a nurse). Their mother sought out the biological father after her husband's death in 1866. He took the girls in and they ended up as his legitimate daughter's employees, when he died (Lady Summers loves them, but she doesn't tolerate freeloaders).

She is the happy-go-lucky sort of woman and one of the few servants who have a family of their own. However, when it comes to hair fashion and food, she's a bit of a snob. Like the nurse Marie, she has no supernatural abilities, but she doesn't need any.

Julie likes her job, her family, the newest gossip, flowers, ballet and French cuisine. She does not like violence, bad fashion trends and bad hair styles. Lady Summers' trademark hair style is her French plait and fourrières and it annoys Julie a bit, that she only gets to style her hair differently on special occasions.

She is a tall brunette with ice blue eyes, like her mistress.

6. The night nurse: Philippine Desmoulins

She is Julie's little sister, having been born on 23rd January 1848. Unlike her older sister, she pursued the profession of a nurse. After finishing her training, she became the night nurse to assist day nurse Marie. They get along fine, despite having completely different characters. She gets along even better with Aoimoku, though.

Philippine is shy, sweet and demure and doesn't speak much. She doesn't like to talk to people, especially about her problems and focusses more on those of others and on her work. Lady Summers of course can tell when something is wrong and then they talk it out. Telepathically.

She loves peace and quiet, flowers and birds and being there for people, who need her. Needless to say, she does ABSOLUTELY NOT like loud noise, bright light and large crowds.

She has incredible night-sight, which is the main reason she chose to be the night nurse.

She looks a lot like Lady Summers, but is three inches taller (1,55m).

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Greatest Gujarati Jokes

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All my favorite Hindi-Desi Jokes

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Masaledar Jokes-Basically for Entertaining.

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Let's spice things up a bit; ANSWER ALL OF THE QUESTIONS

oh baby, you answered m prayers lol this is gonna be long so buckle up ?

1. favourite place in your country? my hill station, because of the weather, and because i haven’t been to many places, and the ones that i have been to were extremely hot and i never want to go there again,

2. do you prefer spending your holidays in your country or travel abroad? depends on the holidays tbh. what the festivals the holidays fall near and that. i’d stay here for some, but for the ones that we don’t celebrate in my country like Halloween, i’d like to go abroad.

3. does your country have access to sea? peninsula, babey!

4. favourite dish specific for your country? chicken biryani. boy, oh boy, just thinking about it makes my mouth water. it’s that good. gosh, the flavour, the spice. the way they cook it,,,, the colours ahhhh

5. favourite song in your native language? ones made before the 60s. and the patriotic songs. there are too many to name, but two (non patriotic) ones are this and this (because they’re sad love songs and give me flyboys feels ya kno?)

6. most hated song in your native language? like, as a nation? idk. but personally, i hate, absolutely loathe any songs made after the 60s. they lack originality and creativity. all they did was rip off popular english songs, and changed the lyrics. that’s literally all they did. and they are super proud of it. i hate it. the music industry had gone to complete shit. even today they don’t know what good music is and ow to make it. they’re remixing all the old ones because they lack creativity. i hate it. 

7. three words from your native language that you like the most? i don’t like any three words, because they’re not that appealing on their own (not the ones i can think of right at this moment) but rather, phrases. when you string those words and make poetry or prose. it’s really beautiful, and really poetic. perhaps the best ones are in those two songs, and others like them.

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom? i haven’t been in a situation like that so i can’t say.

9. which of your neighbouring countries would you like to visit most/know best? probably Russia because the ones right next to me are exactly the same in topographical, cultural and architectural respects. there’s literally nothing new to see there, so i’d like to go to Russia.

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language? so it’s basically three: bhenchod/madarchod/chutiya. all of them mean motherfucker in their basic essence, but are used to describe people, cuss out people, call your pal, so basically, the hindi equivalent of fuck. can be used as adjectives, prepositions, verbs, nouns, whatnot. can be used individually or all together. perhaps splash one of them in a conversation to make the group giggle a bit more while telling a funny story. 

11. favourite native writer/poet? the ones who wrote nationalistic literature during the freedom struggle. so, to say, i like Sarojni Naidu, and Tagore. they’re perhaps the most famous ones of the time, and i like their work. 

12. what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem? i don’t have any, because they’re already written in english by the authors. i read a poem or two lying around somewhere, but the thing about hindi is that the translations don’t bear the same feelings as the originals. 

13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?  oh there are too many. too many by far. most of them are the usual black cat and others, oh, one i heard when i was in like 4th grade was that you shouldn’t go out with open wet hair at night because a spirit can get caught in em and come home with you. so that was strange. my family doesn’t have any, we’re rather realistic.

14. do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV? no not in the least. you know why? because of this. i swear to fuck, the person who uploaded this compilation didn’t edit a single thing in. how do i know? because i’ve watched these on actual television. when i was young. in my neighbour’s tv. 

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get? remember when some of you motherfuckers got offended by bitch lasagna because you lack basic understanding what a fucking joke is? you don’t know what satire is? you are the reason why people think indians have no sense of humour because you DON’T it was a fucking JOKE holy shit i’m so triggered by this

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with? haven’t heard of many stereotypes about us, but the laziest one i can think of is that we can do math and are good at science. we’re not. i’m shit at all of that. so are my 34 other classmates. 

17. are you interested in your country’s history?  not really, tbh. maybe the period just before independence, and some post-independence stuff, because i got dirt on those politicians and i want more of that so that i have a reasonable justification for hating politicians.

18. do you speak with a dialect of your native language? i don’t know, maybe i’m so used to it i don’t even realise lol. but i guess so.

19. do you like your country’s flag and/or emblem? what about the national anthem? YES. YES. YES. i love them. i absolutely adore them. the flag is so symbolic and so beautiful i love her (orange on top for sacrifice, white in the middle for purity, green at the bottom for prosperity, the blue circle in the middle for resolution and justice, just ahhhh). the national anthem always gives me the chills. everytime i hear it playing somewhere, or when we sing it sometimes after assembly, or during days like today (independence day) or republic day, when we finish singing the last line it just always makes me a bit emotional and proud? yeah. today i almost started crying because i love it so much.

20. which sport is The Sport in your country? Cricket. even though the national sport is hockey. no one cares about hockey :(

21. if you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be?  the memers who think they’re very funny, (which they are not in the least), and the anti nationalists and separatists. i do not want them here. get lost. fuck off. shooo.

22. what makes you proud about your country? what makes you ashamed? what makes me proud, is the freedom struggle of the revolutionaries, and the progress we’re making in every field, the hospitality of the people, and the unity in diversity. what makes me ashamed is that there’s still so much corruption in the government, can’t help it, the law’s delay, gosh the people who think they’’re better than everybody else, the entertainment industry, the music industry, some of the people, most of the politicians, etc.

23. which alcoholic beverage is the favoured one in your country? bold of you to assume we have a single favourite beverage for the entire country. i think it varies from state to state. for mine i think it may be something apple related, because we have lots of apples here. the season is also coming lol and also, it’s very confusing because some states have completely banned alcohol and in some the legal drinking age is 18. 

24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country? canada and ‘murica mostly because so many people immigrate there 

25. would you like to come from another place, be born in another country? i’d like to be British, because  i like the aesthetic and weather. 

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal? i don’t watch many movies, but i think it’s not much/a small amount and neither do i mind nor do i care. 

27. favourite national celebrity? no one. i hate all of them.

28. does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? do you have favourites? yep!! she’s not called a subcontinent for nothing, babey! i live near the Himalayas, so i like that.

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country? oooooh yes. ooooooooooh  boy. with Pakistan lol. mainly because of the union territory of jammu and kashmir. because pakistan wants it, we want it, and it legally also belongs to us. there’s separatists there, anti nationalists, and there’s poverty there, so it’s easy to instigate the people against the government. there were wars fought for it, most of them ended in our favour, but the other side is still making so many ceasefire violations, it is insane. it has been years, and every other day there’s a new violation. there’s lots of unrest in the valley, which is a shame, because it is a truly beautiful place. 

30. do you have people of different nationalities in your family? my uncle is British, my cousin’s husband is also a Brit. a great-grand relative of mine was also British. there are none on my mother’s side.

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6. Back to Life.

" Morning Cup" Angie smiles.

"Morning love" I smile back, rolling to my side so I face her, eliciting more mewls from the sleeping babies.

I brush lightly both of their curls, resettling Belle's head and Anna's feet against my chest, then cup their mother's cheek.

"You good?" She whispers, nuzzling into my touch.

"Yeah. Never get tired of that kind of wake up."

" Wanna cuddle with me?" I ask after a beautiful, everlasting stare, where we silently told ourselves all that words couldn't express. As much as I love having my babies with me, it's fair to say I really need... you know, her.

I lean forward to kiss her forehead before carefully gathering the twins, my flesh and bones and take them to the tiny bed they've been sharing since their births. Turning and snuggling, my cuties settle themselves half over each other, Anna covering her sister with her arm, Belle nuzzling in her neck.

Jesus this sigh only nearly has me in tears, I protectively cover them with the sheet and place their blue blankies under their arms.

Angie sewed them from my blue shirt, the one she made for me in our former life, the one I was wearing the night before I left for the rescue mission. The one who still smelled like me when the girls were born, Angie confessed me yesterday, despite all the tears she left on it, crying over and over again when she figured out I wouldn't come back.

A last kiss on their sleepy heads and I crawl back to bed with my love, the fucking love of my life, who I've been missing so deep, for so long.

We intertwin our limbs together and creep as close as we could, my hand sneaking under the shirt she's wearing, her hand on my bare chest.

Our bodies quickly find their place, like they used to, and we both sigh in contentment, unexpectedly followed by our babies hums. Like parents like twins, we just laugh at the sync.

" Nice shirt, fits you." I slowly stroke up and down her spine, making her shiver.

"Thank you. Notice, no coffee stain. I took good care of your shirts since they were the last things I got from you." She jokes.

I could have laugh at the coffee thing, but those last words cut me off. A huge wave of sadness crashes me down and I just succumb to desperation. My smirk vanishes as pain takes over me and I can't hold back the river of tears that uncontrollably burn my cheeks.

Burying my head and my shame in her neck, I let go all the unsustainable guilt that still floods in my veins.

"I'm sorry... Oh Angie I'm so sorry..." I manage to mutter between sobs, as warm tears wet her neck.

Shuddering, my voice unsteady and trembling, I keep the words flowing out.

" Angie, I swear I did everything I could to find you back. I've never stopped searching for you... but... I... I'm so sorry I left you. I'm so ashamed you got to go through this. It's my fault..."

I'm actually crying like a baby, shushed and lulled by my sweet love which has me cry harder.

"Shhh... It's OK. It's fine honey."

"Please forgive me Angie. It kills me it took me so long..."

" You're back to me. To us. Nothing else matters."

She pulls me on top of her and kisses my temples, then pushes me back so she can stare at me, forgiving all my weaknesses and failures.

"Thank you. For fighting for us."

"Oh God Angie, you don't know how much I love you."

"Show me." She mouthes, the ring of her lips calling mines.

And that's what I do. I make love to her, slowly, deeply, tenderly. There's nothing about having sex, nothing about seeking any kind of release, nothing like the hot and sexy prowesses we used to have. It was just about feeling complete again. Feeling alive again. Being home. Me and my love, finally united as one.

Resting on my elbows as I slowly thrust in and out of her, exploring the slightest piece of her, I don't stop staring at her, but to kiss her lips, her soul and some warm tears. Her hips move in sync with me, welcoming each of my move, our skins sweating all the love we have for each other, until we're both taken by a blissful orgasm that leaves us breathless and utterly satisfied.

Can't get tired of that kind of wake up, definitely. My love humming her last waves of pleasure under me, her hands on my lower back, keeping me from rolling to the side because "she loves my weight on her" as she told me on our first time together. For Heaven 's sake, make it happen every single day.

"Marry me Angie. Marry me. Today. Now. I can't wait any longer for you to be my wife."

She gives me the sweetest smile, stroking my jawline with the tip of her forefinger.

"Actually I already am." She mocks me.

"What?" Today was supposed to be quiet and uneventful. If you wanted to surprise me, please do it yesterday.

"How do you figure out I could be your widow if we weren't actually married?" She smiles.

"Did I miss something? Cause all I know is our wedding was a fucking disaster to which I even couldn't attend." I narrow my eyes.

"After Gessepp was impeached, Jessie and I were offered to go back to the US. Jess earned a spousal and child support from the court, but I was without resources, without you and with child. Debrah, remember Deb'?"

I nod. Oh yes tell me about her. She led me to you honey.

" She faked the date on the marriage license with the help of the pastor, so I was sure to draw a pension but, I didn't plan to stay your widow forever. I knew, I felt you were alive."

My wife is the best. A real badass. Debrah already told me about that but I haven't realized it meant we were married. It might have saved all the girls lives, but it feels as frustrating as it sounds.

" That was smart and nice of them. But I want a real wedding. One I actually attend. One where I can watch you walk down the aisle, one where I can marvel at you in a wedding dress. I want to see your face when I recit my vows, I want to hear your voice saying 'I do'. I want to take your hand and slide a ring on your finger. Oh and I want to kiss you before the pastor says I can." I add excitedly, which makes her laugh.

"That sounds nice. And romantic. Though I was expecting you to talk about the honeymoon." That beautiful hottie knows me so well.

Having sex with her just minutes ago has erased all the shyness and weirdness that has stuck to my skin since yesterday. I'm now back to my old self, kinky and funny, ready to tease her to death. It seems all my confidence is back, so does my arousal, I'm horny as fuck.

"Oh darling, I'm going to take you all the ways possible and after what I'm going to do to you, nobody could call you an angel anymore. I read the Kama Sutra and I'm ready to study each page with you."

"Kama what?" She lifts an eyebrow questioningly.

"It's a Hindi book, pretty popular in Asia."

That part of my Japanese education was pretty hard to handle... all by myself. I had Sensei giving me tips to maximize the efficiency of each position, to make the girl scream your name louder, I was struggling not to fall in love with Mikomi who waved her stunning beauty under my nose day after day, I haven't fucked anyone for months , even not my right hand despite all the erotic dreams that woke me up at the crack of dawn... Once he said I looked so miserable and offered me to visit Manek who surely would take care of my source of unease. Manek was the professional sex goddess of the village, known to be extremely talented. I immediately ran away to jump into the nearest pool, needing cold water and a look at those ugly coi carps to cool me down. I swear Sensei laughed so hard he fell on his back.

"Stop showing off by using words nobody can understand, smart ass. Is it something like the holy Bible or another scripture?" She cutely questions.

I can't help myself but laugh out loud. The Holy Bible! A devilish grin widens on my lips, I make my best to keep a straight face, enlightening her with my best baryton sultry voice.

"It's scripture yes, it talks about love and what a husband has to do to pleasure his wife. Pretty much detailed pictures of how a man and a woman can... nest together."

She bursts into uncontrollable and loud laugher, making the twins startle and has to cover her mouth with her hand and bite her lips not to wake up the whole house.

I love hearing my angel laugh out loud, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Happiness. That's something I'm gonna get used to from now on.

Once again my feelings overflow and my heart speaks for me:

"I want to raise our daughters with you. I want to make more babies with you. I want to touch your belly as they grow inside you. I want to be with you for the birth. I just want to be here, happy with you forever."

"Like I'm gonna let you go." She laughs. "And wait to spend just a week taking care of the girls before speaking of having other babies. Because between all the sex you promised me and raising baby twins, you'd be pretty exhausted, you big stud."

We both laugh, it feels so good to be close again.

"I'm gonna be the man you deserve. Here." I roll to my other side to dig out from the pocket of my trousers the precious ring I promised myself to give her in person, at any cost.

"This is the first thing I did when I arrived in America. It took me a whole month to earn the money but it helped me to keep going on."

"What if you didn't have found me?" She teases me, rising an eyebrow.

" So I would have asked the first chick named Angie to marry me. Look, our names are engraved in the inner ring." I make the ring roll between my fingers, so she can read the message "Angie I love thee Cup"

"Stop this." She chuckles and slaps my shoulder, before grabbing the ring and sliding it around her finger.

"What?" I ask. I know I'm terrible at proposing. Last time I did, I had no ring and Angie practically said the words for me. This time sucks as well, at least I have the ring but it seems it's not romantic as she expected.

"Stop being that cute. You, Softie..."

Softie... I don't feel like I'm that whiny baby anymore. I've cried enough for a lifetime, from now on I'm going to be the man Sensei taught me. Strong and unbreakable. Head of my family, caring father for my children, trustful husband for my wife.

"OK, so how do you want me to be, Ma'am?"

"You said something about nesting with me? I'm curious as to what you have in mind..." she says seductively.

"Ahmmm, sure the girls won't wake up?" I glance at the cot where our babies lie.

She nods. "No worry in that department, they sleep like rocks till 7. We got at least one hour, if it's long enough for you."

I smirk widely, then roll back so I hover over her.

"Let's have some fun then."

My lips work in tandem with my hand to arouse her whole body, stroking, licking and kissing languourously every piece of flesh I can, until I meet her glistening folds. Kneeling between her thighs, I grab her hips and jerk her waist on my lap, the head of my dick red and throbbing in anticipation. I bend down to kiss her belly while my cock thrusts into her core, eliciting the sexiest sound that has ever passed her lips. With the tip of her toes resting on the mattress, her knees each sides of my hip, she starts to move her waist up and down, swallowing me deeper and deeper. Fuck, it feels so fucking good I can't hold back a grunt, way much louder than expected.

From where I stand, I have the best view of my stunning beauty, waving around my cock, her breasts bouncing rapidly with each move she makes. Searching for some leverage to deepen my thrusts, I grab the back of her neck and let the pad of my thumb wandering along her lower lip. My goddess languidly sucks and nips it before trailing open wet kisses along my palm and on my tattoo.

I close my eyes, trying not to explode now. She asked me about the ink on my wrist last night, but I was not ready to dive in those bittersweet memories then.

One day I'll tell you the whole story my love, I'll tell you about Mikomi, I'm sure you'll understand. You're both strong and beautiful. You both saved my life, you both are my anchors.

Angie's mewls have me back from my thoughts, just to witness her pulling at my arms to sit up on my lap and straddle me. I growl deep in my chest and start eating her breasts and the flesh of her neck. Fuck, this woman is the Kama Sutra by herself. I have such a flame in my chest, she's totally consuming me. Cupping her face, I cover her mouth with mine and kiss her soul, until my lungs burn.

I don't really know how I manage to do that but I sit up to deepen my thrusts, bucking my hips to meet her owns as she pushes herself down on me. My angel looks more than a tigress, her eyes so hungry for me it could be scary. Marvelling at her sweet face as she's about to lose it, I myself feel that fire exploding in my lower belly. I can't help but panting heavily, failing miserably to stay quiet. Angie is not far behind and start to mewl louder and louder at each thrust. I could, I should shush her but the sounds she makes are so sexy and hot I don't want to miss the slightest note.

Our bodies glistening with sweat, my grip on her neck not safe anymore, I slam my hand on her butt, increasing the friction where our waists meet. Far over the edge, Angie screams out in pleasure, her O face finishes to kill me.

I follow within the second, spilling my seed deep inside her, the sound leaving my lungs as strong as my orgasm.

Panting madly, our foreheads touching, we both ride the waves of pleasure that keep shaking our world. Falling back on the mattress, Angie lets out a loud " God, fuck!" which almost shocked me.

It doesn't stay unnoticed by the other inhabitants of the house either, giggles and whispers coming from the other side of the bedroom's wall.

"First thing in the morning: I'm gonna kick out my sister and his silly hubby so we could have this on the regular." Angie states.

I look at her, puzzled and amused.

"Yeah, They totally can settle down in the barn." She laughs.

"Who's that mean person who would trade their family for sex?" I joke.

"Honey, let me tell you something. Last time I used my vagina was to push out two heads large like watermelons. I'm not sorry to finally enjoy a good fuck with you and I'm fed up with holding back my screams. I want to feel free to cry out your name as loud as needed and I expect the same from you. Jessica and Cole would rather become homeless than witness what happens between us."

I chuckle deeply, stroking her cheek. "Who are you? Who's my shy angel gone?" Though I like having my badass wife cursing like a sailor.

"She gave birth, raised two kids and has starved for her husband for about 20 months." She grabs my hand and runs her finger along my ink.

"Who's she?" She whispers, her eyes straight in mines.

"Who?"

"That woman you don't want to talk me about."

Shit. I didn't think this would come up so fast. What can I say? Where should I beginn?

" Cup, whatever happened, I won't mind. I don't want you to keep anything secret from me. I need you back, totally, don't let a piece of your heart behind, talk to me."

She pauses, her sweet gaze wandering from my sealed lips to my wrist.

"The ink was for her?"

" No. It was for you."

And I open my heart to my wife, telling her everything about Mikomi, how she gave me hope and strength, how she saved me, she nursed me, she made me a man again. I told her about her beauty, her grace, her kindness. I told her the fear, the nightmares, the feelings, the kiss.

I stop, waiting to see disappointment or sadness in her eyes. But all I see is pride and love. She's amazing.

"I owe her. I'm glad you had her by your sides."

"Daddy!" A little voice comes from behind me. Belle, my princess, is calling me. Not her ma, me.

I jump into my pants and walk up to their cot. Both of my babies are up on their fatty legs, holding out their chubby arms to me.

"Pick Daddy!" Anna begs me.

Kneeling down to level their tiny faces, I'm hugged and kissed by those little cutie pies, who I hug and kiss back.

"Hello gorgeous ladies. Slept well?" They both nod as I pick them up, each baby finding their places into my arms.

"So tell me, what are we up to? What's the first thing you do in the morning?"

"Cuddle!!!" They scream happily.

"Oh OK! Let's cuddle with your ma." I'm totally spending the rest of my life in bed with my girls.

Turning around, I'm stopped in my tracks by the view. Angie is showering us with that sweet gaze of hers, wearing nothing but the most beautiful smile, her cheeks still red from our early morning sex. I'm hard in my pants in the seconds as my stunning angel slowly wrapped her naked self with the sheets, but it's not the right time, I need my babies to distract me from all the images flashing in my head.

"Who's in for a tickling session?" I grinn at my wife while curling my fingers behind the babies fatty legs. I earn worms wiggles and mice giggles and walk us back to bed.

"A little bird told me your ma really likes this." I tease her, as she nods her head no.

I crawl to Angie, the devilish smirk on my lips ends up in a langourous kiss while my hands are creeping under the sheets, seeking her sensitive sides.

Scratching my 5 hours shadow on the extra soft skin of her jawline and neck, I finally find her most ticklish place, just next her belly button. She immediately burst into laugher, which has our daughters shrieking in delight.

Anna climbs up my back and clings at my neck, her tiny arms barely encircling it. Belle just claps her hands, jumping up and down on the bed. Both begging me either to stop and to go on.

Angie is helplessly fighting my grip, but there's no way I let her go.

I enjoy her offered neck and nip and kiss every piece I can. With all my girls laughing out loud around me, I feel... how could I put a word on it? I've already been sick with love for Angie, is it possible to be sick with happiness?

"Stop it, you know I always win at the games we play..." She smirks, obviously something in mind.

"Ah! Babe you've no idea what I went through to come back to you. Trust me, anything you could say will scare me." She won't win, not this time.

"Really?" She teases me with her eyebrow.

"I'm positive. I'm a tough, unbreakable man. Try anything you want, I'm in."

"Ok, remember you start this." She warns me.

"Go ahead love, I'm waiting." I shrug.

Facing the twins, she sings:

"Girls, who wants Daddy to change their diapers?"

Before I can object anything, my two little bunnies scream in unison.

"Meeeeeeee!"

Shit. I can't go back but how the hell can I manage to clean those tiny kitties with such big hands? Beside I've never done such a thing, I know any shit about babies.

She laughs at my defeated face. " Hey Mister "I'm a fucking good pilot, I can fly a bombardier with my eyes shut", are you scared of changing nappies?"

" Ahmmm, yes, you won. I think I'm going to need some help with that." I admit.

She leans to kiss my lips, then adds.

"Come on girls, let's teach this big guy to be a dad."

I sit up, one baby already hung on my neck and sigh. Let's go, the new life I've been dreaming of is waiting for me.

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Madhubala (Mughal-e-Azam, Barsaat Ki Raat, Mr. & Mrs. '55)—The Venus of India; heart-throb of all who saw her; responsible for the sexual awakening of every single desi lesbian I know (including me!) And my god, she is breathtakingly beautiful. Look at the subtle grace with which she moves, and that smile - the kind of radiant smile that can make you laugh with sheer delight, or cry because of its hidden pain. Those wild curls! That Cupid's bow! The way she tilts back her head and smiles at you with mischief dancing in her eyes! She has a way of looking at the camera that makes you feel she's sharing a private joke just with you; it's something about that quizzical twist of the lips and eyebrows. As an actress, she is inimitable; she seems to effortlessly inhabit roles ranging from a heart-broken courtesan to a laughter-loving socialite. Fun fact : she's had quite the fan following in Greece! Stelios Kazantidis even wrote a song as a tribute to her.

Olivia de Havilland (Adventures of Robin Hood, Gone With the Wind, The Heiress)— The woman who took on the Studio System at the height of their power and Won! A double Oscar winner! Is magnetic and beautiful in everything she's in and gave us all the juicy scandal with her sibling rivalry with Joan Fontaine! Before the Oscar Slap was the Oscar sister snub! Also everything she wears in Robin Hood she makes beautiful even a purple green and orange monstrosity how does she do it! Anyway this scene is one of my old Hollywood favourites

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Madhubala:

An icon of Bollywood, who was well known for her beauty and has continued to inspire performances and songs into the 21st century. She was at times described as "the number one beauty of the Indian screen" and "the biggest star in the world".

SHE IS EVERYTHING AHHH. JUST LOOK AT HER SMILE-

She's been nicknamed the Marilyn Monroe of India and was one of the highest paid actresses in the Hindi film industry (the term Bollywood did not exist yet) during the 1950s. Also an extremely talented dancer and singer

SHE'S JUST SO STUNNING, like seeing her eyes IMMEDIATELY CAPTIVATES YOU, THE DANCING, THE BEAUTY!!!!!!!!! She worked in Bollywood for over 20 years and passed away at a sad early age of 36, BUT THE IMPACT SHE HAD WAS UNMATCHED!!!!!

That sassy sideways glance she does always has me WEAK AT THE KNEES. And when she's making silly faces at the camera to mimic someone ahhhh my gay little heart <3

Olivia de Havilland:

She is just perfection. She has a smile that is looks like it is barely holding back, and yet so reserved as well.

Broke the contract system and won freedoms for actors (the de Havilland Law is still in effect I believe). 2 time Oscar winner. Beautiful and smart

She legally challenged the movie studios' unfair contracts and won, setting a precedent for other actors to be treated more fairly. This was at great cost to her financially and essentially getting her blacklisted for years but the resulting judicial opinion is still known as the De Havilland Law and has won her a great deal of praise and admiration.

Her performance in The Heiress is one of my all-time favorites, she’s so good at making melodrama feel real and grounded without sacrificing any of the passion/drama.

Serenely beautiful, she struck a balance between crowd-pleasing fluff and prestigious drama. Famously at odds with her equally successful sister Joan Fontaine, she was too much of a lady to ever say anything public. Successfully sued Ryan Murphy for portraying her as a saucy gossip in Feud.

the period costume + eye patch combo in That Lady is just an absolute serve

She has the most adorable and cherubic face and voice

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Actress Katrina Kaif is one of the most beautiful actresses of Bollywood. He has shared screen space with many stars including Hrithik Roshan, Ranbir Kapoor, Salman Khan, Akshay Kumar and Aditya Roy Kapur. Vote who looks best with him.

It has been a long journey for one of the most beautiful stars in Bollywood, Katrina Kaif and it would not be wrong to say that after more than 17 years in showbiz, she has finally come into her own. Her first film was with Boom megastar Amitabh Bachchan, and though it didn’t do well, Katrina was definitely noticed. After that, she worked on herself and crossed the language barrier and once it was done, there was no looking back for this beauty with brilliance. From Singh Is Kinng to Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani, from Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara to Ek Tha Tiger to Bharat, Katrina won one film at a time.

In her career spanning over 17 years, she has worked with many prominent men in the business and with each of them, Katrina has managed to display an unparalleled rapport and chemistry. From her killer moves with Hrithik to her sizzling chemistry with Aditya, to her endearing rapport with Ranbir, whoever she is paired with, she has managed to leave a mark. On his birthday, we take a look at his chemistry with 5 co-actors, Hrithik Roshan, Salman Khan, Ranbir Kapoor, Aditya Roy Kapur and Akshay Kumar and give you the option to choose your best one as screen partner.

Katrina Kaif and Ranbir Kapoor

It all started with the 2009 rom-com Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani for Katrina and Ranbir and well, fans were impressed with their lovely pairing. From the word go, Katrina and Ranbir together managed to light up the screen. When the world saw him in a completely different avatar in Politics (2010), everyone was shocked by his range as an artiste. Finally, in Jagga Jasoos, he manages to showcase his impeccable comic timing with great chemistry on screen. Individually, their equation may have gone through ups and downs, however, for their fans, their on-screen pairing certainly made an impact.

Katrina Kaif and Salman Khan

When we talk about the pair at full scale on screen, the one that makes fans whistle, Salman and Katrina, comes to mind. From Maine Pyaar Kyun Kiya to Bharat, this on-screen jodi has managed to enthrall the audience with the entire gamut of emotions from happiness to sadness. With their performances as Zoya and Tiger in the Tiger franchise, Salman and Katrina managed to set the screens and the box office on fire. Even now, as they gear up for the third installment of Tiger, fans can’t wait to see them together on screen. Their personal friendship managed to establish a good rapport on screen and it resonated with the audience every time.

Katrina Kaif – Hrithik Roshan

This is how fans would describe the on-screen pairing of Katrina Kaif and Hrithik Roshan, “vibrant, scintillating and electrifying”. When the beautiful and talented Katrina was first paired opposite powerhouse Hrithik in Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara (2011), it proved to be quite a success. Fans were in awe of Kabir and Laila and still are. Fans were mesmerized by their sizzling chemistry and killer dance moves as they stepped into the shoes of Tom Cruise and Cameron Diaz in the Hindi adaptation of Knight and Day, Bang Bang. While they didn’t do the entire film together, Katrina featured in the most iconic song in Agneepath and let’s face it, many loved her dance moves to woo Hrithik in the film. While this electrifying couple remains a hot favorite, we leave it to you to pick Katrina’s best on-screen partners!

Katrina Kaif-Aditya Roy Kapur

An on-screen partnership that resulted in many rumors about their off-screen bond, Katrina and Aditya surely turned a lot of heads when they came together in Fitoor. The deep, engaging, emotional flick managed to showcase the caliber of these two as actors and even their chemistry was loved. However, this scintillating on-screen chemistry was not enough to win the hearts of the audience and the film did not do well at the box office. Despite this, Katrina had a bunch of fans who loved her on screen with Aditya. The same set of fans still hope to see them together on screen someday. Well, that remains to be seen. For now, we leave it up to you to vote!

While there are many leading men with whom Katrina has been paired, it is only with Bollywood Khiladi Akshay Kumar that most of her films have been extremely successful. Katrina and Akshay have delivered some of the biggest blockbusters of Bollywood together and well, their on-screen chemistry has always wooed fans. From Humko Deewana Kar Gaye to Singh Is King to Namastey London to Welcome to De Dana Dan to Tees Maar Khan, Katrina and Akshay have managed to create a special place in the hearts of people. His every act on the screen left his mark on the people. Be it their cute jokes or their comic timing, everything seems to have made it stand out from the rest of the on-screen jodis. Now, as fans eagerly await the release of his biggest film Sooryavanshi, they can’t wait to see him win hearts again. As far as we are concerned, we let you decide whether Katrina and Akshay are a yes or no!

With that, we let you vote on who looks best opposite birthday girl Katrina Kaif!

Here’s wishing Katrina Kaif a very happy birthday!

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the 2 major Ms of my JTA: Morocco

woooo i’m back!

life update: it’s now UPF’s exam week(s), and i have 17 days left in barcelona! i dont know what to feel…now that i’m near the finish line, I feel like time flew by so fast. But I remember being in Feb or March and feeling like time was moving _soooooo _slow. and now that i’m about to leave, I’m starting to REALLY enjoy JTA. i’m starting to make new friends and be closer to them, going on trips i’m really enjoying, seeing a different culture, and being more excited for my classes even! (ok i was always excited about international journalism, but i found my 2nd wind for Spanish outta nowhere and i’m a nerd so i’m actually enjoying doing research for sociology class…)

but anyway. maybe i should look into that deeper. or maybe i won’t, because i’m always so scared of my own feelings hahahahhsskjdnkjsn

so. my 2 major Ms – Morocco and Madrid!!!! first:

Morocco

yo. I loved Morocco! what a different experience. I, being dumb, didn’t even consider that it wasn’t part of the EU. I knew it was in Africa, but for some reason I thought it was part of the EU???? i don’t know, man, i don’t know. i was suddenly hit by the fact that I was in Africa when I landed. About time, I know but…wow. this goes without saying, but being in Africa is so different from being in Europe. and I loved it. I loved being away from picture perfect Europe, where everything was so similar that it started getting boring.

Morocco reminded me a lot of Manila. It was hot, it was crazy, there were sketchy people and people trying to sell you stuff everywhere. It was Manila but in Africa. And I think that’s why I appreciated it a lot more than I would’ve if I had come in March or something. I think I came at the perfect time too because it was end of May, right after a slew of trips in Europe and I was starting to get bored with how old and stuffy Europe was.

I guess it made me miss home too. It was all so Manila-esque. Manila’s probably a little better than Morocco, but the vibe was definitely there.

oh and legina went with us too! so that was really fun. she’s a lot of fun to be with!

so the first day we went to this palace thing which wasn’t really all that great. i don’t remember much of it really…i guess i’m over the whole palace thing hahaha. then we ate some REALLY good food. i remember the food from morocco really well…

Tajine is AMAZING. its like chicken/beef/lamb roasted in vegetables and herbs cooked in this special pot. and it was heaven. so we had our first tajine then we walked around Jemaa Al-Fna and bought some really good shakes! Moroccans are extremely sensitive though - we bought from this one guy and on our way to his stall we ignored the neighboring stall. the neighbour started looking dirty at us and getting angry that we were taking pictures with the drinks and with our food stall guy named…Anas (I think that was his name). that didn’t stop us though – picturing we went!

couldn’t get a picture of the main square, it was so hectic but hahaha it was all very salmon colored and fruit stands.

what made this trip for me though was something that happened at night. Morocco’s predominantly Muslim, and they were nearing the end of Ramadan by the time we went. at around 6pm, we got hungry and asked the hostel lady if we could order dinner at the hostel. she said ok, but that she would only start cooking at 8pm, because before then she’d be preparing for the end of day Ramadan feast. and so we sat there while she prepared and converted half the lobby into a dinner area. and it was SOOO cool. at the end of ramadan there’s this really loud sound that goes through the entire city. it’s not a pretty sound, it sounds short of that emergency sound that means you need to evacuate immediately. and right at that time, it’s like everyone stops. we walked around on day 2 and 3 and really...everyone is QUIET at this time because they’re all eating. so the hostel people all gathered together to start eating. it wasn’t noisy or whatever, it was just a meal shared by people who worked together who had the same faith. it looked a lot like a family. everyone was just quiet when they ate, but there was an air of solemnity there. 

it amazed me how these people (and almost everyone in Morocco) could practice their faith without anyone telling them to do so. they literally dropped everything to eat at the end of the day (understandable cause they were hungry)...which meant that they really did fast for the rest of the day. and they weren’t just at home or whatever: they were working people. they had jobs. they got tired. they had to deal with their 37-40 degree heat and not eat a thing. they couldn’t even have water. what faith and loyalty these people had!!

day 2!

day 2 was alot of fun. we booked this airbnb experience thing - credits to bianca for always finding such nice and cheap things to do. 

we got to do a lot of fun things. i was wondering what to wear because the description said there would be a hike involved, but because of how hot it was i wanted to wear a dress (also cause i didn’t bring appropriate pants). i went for it. i wore the dress. and no regrets! 

it was an extremely fun day, and it was something i wouldn’t find anywhere else. our host, Ibri, was super fun and welcoming. he brought us first to this camel place. I RODE A CAMEL!!! which is a big feat for me because i’m uneasy around animals. we got to wear these cool costumes too.

it was pretty cool. then after our camel ride we had Moroccan tea. I love Moroccan tea now - it makes me relaxed. plus they like to put sugar so of course I like that too hehe. we then went to this Argan oil cooperative where we tried different sauces with our bread -- the sauces were Argan oil, olive oil, this peanut butter-y thing and honey. all really good, and even the olive oil tasted a lot richer than regular oil! i got some argan oil and argan soap too. can’t wait to try it!

^ our view otw to the cooperative. where else can you find places like this?!

we then went to start our hike. it wasn’t too hard, but there were some parts that made me lose my breath. but it was all worth it! we passed by a waterfall too on our way up. it was all so beautiful and real. i definitely wouldn’t have gotten this anywhere else. maybe for this one pictures do speak a thousand words:

the last one: Ibri’s view from his HOUSE TERRACE. beautiful!!!

then we had lunch at Ibri’s place. his “lovely mother” (as stated in the airbnb description) cooked for us. and wow...it was great.

yes, that last one is just monggo with...bread. weird but good! and that was an appetizer! it was an amazing experience, and i’m really glad we took it. i really would not have experience this anywhere else. and _that’s _the kind of feeling i was looking for when i went on JTA. after being around Europe and seeing the same designs and the same _vibe _from everywhere, I was relieved to finally be somewhere else. 

after lunch, we hiked backed down and said goodbye to Ibri. we then went to our hostel and rested for a bit (it was so hot). we then talked a bit with Bruno, a Portuguese guy who is super friendly but who was pretty talkative. he apparently travels a loooot. he came to manila, and he super enjoyed _Manila. _not Boracay, not Palawan (he went there too) but MANILA. what a guy. after Morocco, he was going to Madrid, then Norway, South Africa, South Korea...we all thought this guys was rich. we’re probably right. he was really friendly...for the other girls, he was a little too friendly. but i think that we’re just not used to this hostel kind of culture. it’s shocking for me, but to my merit (or detriment), i just go along with people’s trip. or better in filipino - hindi ako nagbabasag ng trip. which sometimes sucks for me because people are joking and i pretend to take them seriously on whatever dumb shit they’re doing and they think i believe them :< well . that’s what i get for being nice...HAHAHA well it’s not a bad thing. but i digress (as always!)

so anyway we went out again and tried some really good night market food. it was a lot cooler at night too, so it was enjoyable to walk around. it was a pleasant evening!

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Hit n Run [BONGLENI]

XXV. Stay With Me

"May pupuntahan ka ba?" Bongbong asked Leni as she seemed to be in hurry. "Oo, kuhaan ng cards nila Natalia ngayon sa school." She checked herself in the mirror and fixed her hair with her hands.

She walked towards Bongbong to give him a goodbye kiss before she leaves but he grabs her waist and started kissing her neck making her giggle. "Okay...? Mahal... Aalis na ako." She told him but he didn't stop. "Mahal, kukunin ko a yung report card ni Natalia ng twelve. Eleven na o." She chuckled with his yearning for her. "Miss na kase kita, mahal." He seduced her.

"Okay.... Sige. Okay... Hindi naman ako mapapgalitan kung hindi ko makukuha yung card ni Natalia ngayong araw." She chuckled. He looked at her with a smirk. "Really?" He sounded so ecstatic. She smiled at him as a sign of her approval.

He abruptly lifted her and brought her to the bed and started to make out. She kept giggling. "Di ka makapaghintay talaga noh?"

"No. Sobrang miss na miss na kase kita talaga e." He replied and resumed kissing her neck, sniffing her vanilla mixed with floral scent. She felt slight chills with his subtle neck kisses. He went up to kiss her lips that she gladly reciprocated.

"Pwede ba?" He asked for a formal permission. She nodded as she knew it was safe leading them into a quick steamy moment together at her bedroom.

They sprawled beside each other catching their breaths upon ending their main course. He started to chuckle. "Bakit?" She asked. He looked at her and held her hand. "Wala naman, di parin kase ako makapaniwalang girlfriend kita." He retorted.

"Ano ba yan? Good ba yan o bad?" She asked. "It's good! I mean... You're so beautiful, so sweet, so nice,ang sexy and in bed... You're so hot. Ano pang hahanapin?!" He sounded so hyped making her blush in flattery.

"Nako, nako, Bong. Gusto mo lang yata ng round 2." She joked. "Nagsasabi lang naman ako ng totoo pero kung pwedeng round 2... Bakit hindi?" He smirked at her. "Tigang 'to." She joked and kissed him.

—

Leni looked twice as she saw Bongbong looking at him while they were watching late at night. "May dumi ba ako sa muka?" She asked. "Wala naman." He smiled. "Oh? Eh bakit ganyan ka makatingin?" She wondered. "Naalala ko lang kase yung unang beses kitang nakita sa ospital." He began. She muted the television and liked that he was reminiscing.

"Yung unang beses na nakita talaga kita e... Sabi ko ang ganda nitong babaeng 'to, ikakama ko 'to kahit anong mangyari. Di ko akalain na maiinlove pala ako na parang ùlol tapos girlfriend pa kita ngayon." He shared and hugged her tight. "Asus! Pero hindi talaga maganda yung opening natin e." She recalled.

"Well. I admit. That was a bad approach but what's important is because of that, I had you. I never felt this good, yung ganito ka-seryoso sa babae, sayo lang talaga." He retorted. She smiled at him with her cheeks turning flushed.

"And sobrang thankful rin naman ako." She replied disregarding their bad start.

He sighed sharply. "Leni, hindi mo alam kung gaano kita kamahal. Di ko nga alam kung kaya kong makita kang umiiyak o nasasaktan." He confided. "E di wag mo ako saktan." She replied softly. "I can't promise that but I will do my best not to. I'm gonna try dahil mahal kita." He stated and laid down on her lap.

"Ako naman... In return lang... Pangako ko sayo na ikaw lang ang mamahalin ko, magiging loyal ako sa'yo whatever happens, Ferdinand Romualdez- Marcos Jr." She played his hair while her other hand holding him.

"You're perfect." He uttered. "I love you so so so so much a hundred times, to the moon and back, infinity and beyond." He hyperbolized as his feelings for her overflew.

He tilted his trunk upwards to initiate a kiss which she equated. They smiled at each other upon breaking off from the kiss.

—

Bongbong noticed that Leni seems to be thinking deeply while staring at him. "Bakit?" He asked. "Wala naman, iniisip ko lang kung anong pwedeng gawin sa birthday mo." She confessed.

"Iniisip mo na agad yan?" He chuckled. "Oo, ang hirap kaya mag-isip. Ano pa bang wala ka na kaya kong bilhin..." She complained. "You have everything." She added.

"Gift wrap mo sarili mo." He joked. "... Tapos lumabas ka sa malaking cake ng naka-lingerie lang." He smirked. "Sus! Puro ka talaga kabaliwan noh?" She joked. "Mmm." He raised his eyebrows and looked at her hastily. "Baliw sayo." He seduced her. "Tumigil ka nga diyan." She laughed.

"I don't think I like any material things..." He started to think too. "Exactly!" She replied.

"Nagawa narin natin sa lahat. Sa bedroom, sa office, sa sofa, sa kitchen, sa parking lot... Sa woods, sa kotse, sa pool..." He hinted her. "Bong?!" She turned pink.

"How about sa bed of money? Or kaya sa blank canvas tapos lagyan natin ng paint yung katawan natin?" He suggested.

"Gusto mong gawin natin sa birthday mo?!" She asked. "Sino bang may ayaw?" He replied.

"Eh...? Pwede naman natin yan gawin anytime pero yan parin gusto mo sa birthday mo?" She asked.

"Oo but I demand a creative and thrilling kind." He smirked. "Jusko, Bong." She joked.

"Pero... Sabi mo pwede natin gawin anytime?" He asked. She looked at him. "So can we do it... Now? Shower?" He suggested naughtily.

"Bong..." She glared at him. "Shower tayo, mahal." He uttered smoothly. "Bong, ikaw ha." She made a side smile at him. He took her by the hand and lead her to the hot steamy shower.

—

"Punta tayo sa hardware ngayon." Leni suggested. "Eh, bukas nalang." Bongbong replied. "Sira na yung door knob ng banyo o." She retorted.

"Okay lang yan, lock mo nalang yung pinto ng kwarto kapag maliligo ka. Wala namang sisilip..." He replied.

"... Maliban saakin." He smirked. She scowled at him. "Bakit kase pinahawak mo ako sa door knob na yan e." She complained. "Para hindi ka ma-off balance kase alam mo naman di ko mapigilan ang sarili ko pagdating sa'yo." He sounded so proud.

"Ang dami nitong alam. Wala nang shower session sa susunod. Jusko." She promised. "Ha? Bakit?! Ang hot kaya!" He disagreed. "Sige na, bibili na ako ng matibay na door knobs." He pleaded in a joking manner.

"Desperado talaga 'to." She chuckled. "Sige na, please?" He winked at her.

"Kung di lang talaga kita mahal at hindi ka..." She hanged. "...cute." She continued.

"Oh.... Cute pala ako?" He grilled in. "Ha? Hindi—" She denied. "Deh, kakasabi mo lang e!" He refused to approve her denial. He grabbed her and cuddled her.

"I love you, mahal." She uttered. "I love you more, mahal." He replied riding in with her humor.

—

Bongbong has been excelling a lot in his career ever since he got back with Leni. He felt so inspired and energized to think and work because of her. It made Gina annoyed as she felt challenged to surpass Bongbong's contribution. The bosses of Rocos are extremely amused by his progress and contributions as well and it made them personally like Leni for Bongbong.

—

Leni went to Bongbong's office to inform him about the letter she got from the HR department.

"Ano 'to?" He asked. "Ipopromite daw nila akong clerk admin!" She shared. "Sobrang grabe! Pinromote nila ako!" She cheered. "Sabi nila tataas daw sweldo ko ng 2-4%." She sounded so hyped but it faded as she saw Bongbong's reaction.

"Mahal. Okay ka lang?" She asked. "Uh... Oo. I'm glad to know..." He replied. She wondered why he seemed bothered about the news. "Hindi ka ba masaya para saakin?" She asked.

"Well..." He sighed. "It's just that... Clerk admins stays at the Cebu branch." He stated. It sank slowly to her where he was coming from.

They would have separate working place if she'll sign the promotion offer. She also recalled that he'll be working on a huge project with a Davao based company, he would be too busy in the incoming months and they would have less time together. The room was swarmed with silence as they bought thought about it. Leni wanted the promotion but she doesn't wanna be away from Bongbong.

"But it would be great if you'll take it. Pwede namang weekends ang bonding time natin." He smiled at her to relieve her stress. "We can compromise. Alam ko namang mahalaga sayo 'tong promotion na 'to." He continued. "Thank you, mahal." She smiled and hugged him tight.

As Leni rested alone at home, she started to think about the promotion offer. The deadline of the offer is this coming Friday, it's already Wednesday and she has to decide already whether to take it or not.

—

The next day, Bongbong was busy typing his proposals for the incoming projects at his office when Leni entered.

"Hey." She greeted quietly and kissed him in the cheek. "Mmm? Napadaan ka?" He looked so happy to see her thinking he won't see her that frequent anymore once she transfers to Rocos Cebu.

"May sasabihin kase sana ako sa'yo." She began making him a bit nervous. "Ano yon?" He replied.

"Napag-isip isip ko na kase yung sa promotion kagabi..." She hanged for a moment. He was eager to hear her news.

"... Hindi ko nalang kukunin." She continued largely surprising.

"Ha? Bakit?" He asked. "Kase... Mapapalayo ako sayo. Mababawasan yung oras natin. Eh... Naisip ko kase mas mahalaga yung oras natin kesa sa maliit na salary increase na yon." She tried to make a point.

"But... You wanted this, right?" He asked. "Kung papalagpasin mo 'tong chance na 'to dahil lang iniisip mo ako, I think you should take it. We can make it work." He smiled at her.

"Ayoko kasing mapalayo sayo." She replied making him touched. He paused for a moment and looked at her.

"Leni, ayoko rin mapalayo sayo..." He retorted. "Pero ayoko rin na maging hadlang sa pangarap mo." He continued.

"Oo, aaminin ko, pangarap ko talagang mapromote, magkaroon ng mas mataas na sweldo pero pangarap rin kita e." She replied flashing a soft smile. He sighed as he felt more in love with her.

"Ako rin." He uttered. "If you only know how much I love you, Leni." He grabbed her for a hug, she hugged him back tightly.

"I love you too." She whispered. "And dito lang ako sa tabi mo lagi." She smiled at him.

"I'll make myself worth the stay. I promise." He replied.