#Leena Das

[moviesludge]

she got me with that weirdo dance

[leena-with2ee]

Es tut mir leid, aber irgend jemand muss es sagen: Mark Forster ist die deutsche Version vom Ed Sheeran.

[silentglassbreak]

Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

The next chapter of Noah & Leena's story

I was so on the fence about writing a sequel, yet here we are. I saw the sequel in my head, and decided it was worth the write. This story is told from Noah's perspective. This time, I'm going to put warnings in on each individual chapter, as some may not need any. Also - something worth mentioning; the names of each part in the first story were obviously Bad Omens song titles. This time, they will be titles from songs that just inspire me. If you're here, thank you for reading! Leave me your thoughts, and let me know if you'd like to be tagged. xo

Warnings: Just some gool ol' fashioned smut with some kinky stuff added in. (Also mention of marijuana smoking)

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Taglist: @flowery-mess @lma1986 @myownthoughts12 @poisongirl616 @missduffsblog @reidsblessing

Part 1 - Shame On Me

I've been a morning person my entire life. Even before I was active, and in the shape I'm in now, I was usually risen with the sun. However, after having spent the vast majority of my days the last year running on fumes, I found myself still laying in bed, hugging my pillow, letting my brain drift comfortably in and out of consciousness.

That is, until I felt something tugging at the edge of the blanket I had draped over my midsection.

I rolled over, eyes cracking open, seeing the miniature fingers grasping at me, Addison's eyes bright with a smile plastered across her face.

"Da da da da!" I smiled back at her, sitting up and lifting her onto the bed, flopping her down on the pillow next to me. She giggled wildly and I pulled the blanket up over the both of us.

"Five more minutes, baby girl."

Her tiny hand was pulling at the hem of my tank top, trying to 'wake me up' as I laid there, dramatically snoring.

"Da da!" Her voice was getting angrier, and I laughed.

"Da da's tired, Addie! I get to sleep in!"

"Nooo!" I snorted at one of the few words she had come to learn very well.

"No?!" I grabbed her sides, pinching and tickling her, causing a roaring laughter to burst out of her. Her onesie was wrinkled and nearly popping open at her diaper from how hard she wriggled under my grip. "You don't get to say no to me, lady! I am your Daddy!"

She thrashed her head back and forth, gasping for air between happy squeals.

"Addie, would you let your Daddy sleep?" Mileena's voice floated in from the doorway.

I turned my head, and my hand stopped the torment on Addison. Leena was stood in a pair of black leggings, white crop top exposing her belly button, and her dark brown faded hair now pulled up in a messy bun. She looked so comfortable, so unkempt, and absolutely fucking delicious.

I reached an arm out toward her, earning me a small grin when she walked toward me. She placed a hand in mine, and I pulled her close to me. She bent down, her face stopping only inches from mine.

"Happy Birthday, Noah." Her voice was even, but her eyes were hungry.

With everything we had been through the last few weeks, with shows, Addie's first birthday, a bout of the flu, and Laura announcing she was getting a divorce, there had been very little time for us to be alone. I knew she felt it, but we weren't there yet. We needed to get through today, the Halloween party/birthday celebration, before we had any chance of spending time together.

"Thank you, my love. Happy Halloween."

Leena's eyes lit up. Halloween was her favorite holiday even before her and I met, so getting to have a huge celebration was right up her alley.

After Addison was born, it became abundantly clear that living with a newborn and all of the band members was no longer ideal. Addie was as colicky as they come, keeping everyone up at all hours of the night. The constant crying, mess, and general irritation that it caused made our living arrangements difficult. As much as Uncles Nick, Jolly, and Folio loved baby Addie, they needed a change.

I had offered to move us out, buy a new house, but Nick insisted that they would get a place - promised to be close by - to allow us our space. I was eternally grateful, and will never be able to pay him back for everything he had done for me. Eventually, they moved out, and the house was left for just us.

Aside from the struggle that being new parents took on Leena and I's sex life, it also took a serious toll on our recovery. Nothing sounds better to take the edge off from three-day long sleepless binges than a rum and Coke. Leena confessed her drink of choice was Vodka, and she nearly broke down once, driving to the liquor store, but never making it inside.

We both went back to our meetings once Addie was old enough to be babysat, spending a few hours at a time with either Laura or the guys.

After spending a few more minutes smothering Addie in kisses, I finally began getting out of bed. Leena was folding laundry on the dresser, putting it away meticulously.

"What time is it?"

"Almost noon. Laura will be here in a few hours to pick up Addie for the night." She folded one of my pairs of pants, placing it neatly in the dresser drawer.

I turned my attention back to my daughter, wiggling my eyebrows at her. "Nah, I think she's going to stay here with me. Hang out with Daddy on his birthday!"

Addison squealed, her legs kicking at me. I grabbed her hand and began pretending I was going to eat her fingers.

"As fun as that would be, I don't know that her being here when the sheer amount of musicians in our house come by is such a great idea."

I didn't look at her, still pretending to take bites out of the baby's arm. "What do you mean? Andy loves kids! Oli does too, said Addie was the next Stevie Knicks!"

Mileena shook her head and snorted. "Yeah? Are you referring to the last party, when she was kept awake most of the night, and we had a miserable day afterwards because she was so tired?"

I narrowed my eyes back at her. "Listen, Folio promised he wouldn't play drums this time."

She gave me a look that told me I wasn't winning this.

"You sure she isn't old enough to trick or treat, yet?"

She shook her head at me. "Honey, that's what the trunk or treat last night was for."

I pursed my lips. "Fine, but tomorrow, I'm taking you guys somewhere. Just the three of us, yeah?"

I was standing now, shirtless, and pulled Addie down onto the carpet. She immediately crawled toward Angel laying on the floor.

"That sounds fun." Mileena was bent down, putting one of her shirts in the drawer in the bottom of the dresser.

I walked up behind her, my hand grazing the back of her thigh, coming to rest on the curve of her ass. My touch startled her, making her stand up straight in a flash, her back bumping into my chest.

I took the opportunity to wrap an arm around her middle, pulling her back into me. "Mmm," I hummed into the skin just below her ear. "think Addie's going to nap today?"

Leena pressed her ass against me, pushing into the fabric of my shorts. She leaned her had back against my collarbone, eyes closing comfortably.

"Probably not." Her voice was breathless. "She slept in."

“That’s too fucking bad.” I kept my voice low, glancing at Addie, who was leaned against Angel’s sleeping body, holding her feet in wonder. “Because it’s been so long.” I let my hand graze over the hem of her leggings, slipping a thumb in the waistband.

She groaned. “Noah, don’t start something you can’t finish.” As annoyed as she sounded, she was still pressed against me, hands now gripping my arm where it held her in place.

“Oh, baby, I’m finishing it. The second I get you alone, I’m ripping you to fucking shreds.”

She giggled then, pulling away and turning to peer up at me, her eyes as dark as mine.

“Yeah? You always say that. Yet, somehow, I can still walk afterwards?” Her smirk was devious, and I raised an eyebrow at her.

She chuckled, and picked the laundry basket up from the bed, making her way back toward the hallway.

Oh, she was dead.

-

The living room was buzzing with energy, music playing over the speakers, and conversations filling the air. I stood, leaned against the bannister of the staircase, hands in my pockets. The smell of marijuana permeated the air, which was to be expected.

Hearing we were having ‘dry parties’ didn’t sound like much fun, until people learned we made other accommodations. Although Leena and I didn’t partake, we weren’t opposed to others having a good time.

Speaking of my girl, I had lost her at some point in the night. When Ronnie and Saraya showed up, she had excitedly grabbed the latter’s hand and drug her off to the backyard, where her garden was flourishing. The girls were undoubtedly gossiping. They usually did.

I made my way through the sea of bodies toward my kitchen, where I found Jolly and Nick, ripping a joint, laughing about something I hadn’t heard.

I had to raise my voice for them to hear me. “You seen Leena?”

Jolly exhaled his smoke, a rough cough coming out as he passed it back to Nick. “Last I saw, she was outside talking to Oli.”

I nodded, heading for the back door. I stopped at the dining room table, catching sight of her. Her floor length black, unforgivably tight dress hung so beautifully off of her frame. The sleeves reached her wrists, the neckline plunging disrespectfully. Her, now freshly dyed, black hair was pulled up into a ponytail, the length falling down her back. I drank in the sight of her.

My gaze was disrupted when I saw her hand reach up, grabbing an arm. It was a thick, muscular arm covered in tattoos. I then realized that she was, in fact, talking to Oli. Her lips were pulled in a smile, her teeth flashing. She was laughing. And she was touching him.

He was towering over her. Oliver was nearly as tall as me, his frame poised so you could see the ripples of his chest under his shirt. Something inside me tightened. I didn’t like it.

Stepping outside, I consciously kept myself calm as I approached them. Oli saw me first.

“Hey, there he is! Birthday boy!” His thick accent made me smile, my primitive rage fading slightly.

“Hey, what’s going on guys?”

Leena turned, her body pressing close to me instinctively. “Hey! Oli and I were just talking about that tour you were on with him in Europe?”

I nodded. “Fun stuff, man. Cant wait to do it again.”

Oliver nodded, a lazy smile spread across his face. “Oh yeah, we had that crowd eating out of our hands, man. What a fucking rush.”

Leena giggled at Oli’s excitement, it made my spine stiffen, and my blood run cold.

She shouldn’t be laughing like that, not because of Oliver. That giggle was so high-pitched and squirrely. I didn’t care for that at all. It felt flirtatious.

I knew before Leena and I even got together that Bring Me The Horizon was one of her favorites, of course Oli being, by extension, one of her favorites. However, she was also a huge Falling in Reverse fan, but she sure didn’t giggle like that around Ronnie.

Ronnie was also not Oli Sykes; a big British brute with a natural sense of seduction, whether he was trying to or not. Regardless, I still did not like that laugh, not when it wasn’t pointed at me.

“Hey, could I borrow her for just a few?”

Oliver nodded, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Well, of course, man! Listen, I’ve got to get out of here anyways, got to head back to the motherland in the morning. Early flight and all that.”

He reached an arm around me first, pulling me into a tough, tight hug. “So good to see you, mate. Come see me on the other side of the pond some time, right?”

I slapped his back while embracing him. “Of course, man. I appreciate you being here.”

Oli excused himself inside the house, leaving Leena and I stood on the patio, alone.

She smiled brightly at me, but I still had this unnerving itch. She must have noticed my stiff demeanor, because her face fell some and she raised an eyebrow.

“You alright, babe?”

I exhaled. “Yeah, why?”

She took a step back, putting a hand on her hip. “Well, you asked Oliver if you could borrow me? And you look irritated?” Her eyes were soft, which contradicted the sass in her stance.

“Mm.” I sucked my teeth and glanced back toward the house. “How is Oliver?”

Anything soft fell right off her face, her eyebrows scrunching together. She saw right through me.

“He’s great.”

I inhaled deeply.

“What did you need to borrow me for, Noah?”

I looked back at her then, realizing I didn’t have a reason to pull her out of her conversation aside from disliking the way she was touching another man. Running it back in my head, it felt stupid.

“Oh, uh,” I ran a hand over my mouth, thinking. “just wanted to see if you heard from Laura? How Addie’s doing?”

She wasn’t buying it. “Addie’s fine, like she always is with Laura. Last update I got was an hour ago, when I came and found you.”

This wasn’t going well.

“Well, good.” I pulled at the skin of my bottom lip with my teeth.

“Noah?” I looked back at her. “What’s going on?”

Shaking my head, I tried to look clueless. “Nothing, why?”

She crossed her arms. “Cause you’re acting weird.”

Something about her tone, her body language, I couldn’t put my finger on why, but it irritated me. She was feeling up on someone else, and I’m getting questioned?

I mimicked her and folded my own arms over my chest. “I’m not the one acting weird.”

Eyes narrowed at her, I held my face even.

“And how is that?” She didn’t falter. Leena was one of the only women I knew who could give my poker face a run for its money.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you not just getting all grabby with Oli?”

Her eyes widened then in disbelief. I knew, because when I heard it come out of my own mouth, I realized that was a pretty big stretch. She grabbed his arm, not his cock.

But still, we were already here, and I wasn’t in a place to back down. Not right now, feeling this attracted to her when she was pissed off.

“Grabby?!” Her voice came out louder than I expected, and I whipped my head around to see if anyone else was outside. “How in the hell was I being grabby with him?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Well, it was pretty clear to me.” I was digging myself a hole, I knew it. So did she, but now she was waving her hands around, and her tits were bouncing in her dress, no confines of a bra. My mouth was watering, so I doubled down. “Was it really necessary to be grabbing his arms like that?”

My tone was cool, which contrasted her face that was now turning a shade of pink with rage. Was I proud? Not exactly… Maybe a little.

She’s so fucking sexy when she’s mad.

“You’ve lost it, you know that?” Her voice was filled with incredulous frustration. She then began trying to walk away, forcing me to reach out and catch one of her wrists in my hand. I was too tired, too depraved. I needed her so badly, but the idea of her being spitting mad at me made it worth the effort. I wanted her so angry that she was damn near ready to rip me apart. The idea made my dick twitch in my slacks.

“Leena,” She looked down at where I held her arm, then looked back at me with narrowed eyes. Oh she was enraged. Excellent. “I-“ I wanted to say sorry, tell her I was being dumb and to go inside and enjoy the party, but I just…couldn’t.

Something in her stare told me she had figured me out, and her eyebrows lowered, her lips twisting up in a menacing grin.

“Are you…jealous?”

I was taken back. Jealous? Of Oli? Nope. Couldn’t be me.

“No.” I said through grit teeth. “I just don’t want you to forget who you belong to.”

That was it. That sent her over the edge. She ripped her arm out of my grip, standing back defensively.

“Belong to? Like a piece of fucking property?”

I didn’t respond, just shrugged.

“You son of a bitch!” Twitch.

“How dare you speak to me that way?! As if you own me?!” Twitch.

“I don’t give a half of a fuck who I’m talking to, or grabbing. You don’t own me.”

Maybe this was going too far. Maybe.

But then she stormed inside, and I was barreling after her. She was already halfway to the staircase when I grabbed Nick by the sleeve on my way after her.

“Everyone out. Now.” No one needed to hear what I was about to get into.

The bedroom door slammed when I was about a foot away. I could hear bodies shuffling out the front door, but I didn’t care. I just burst into the room, not surprised it wasn’t locked.

She stood between the bed and the dresser, fists balled at her sides, baring her teeth. Oh it was lovely, seeing her so fucking hostile. I nearly fell to my knees in front of her, begging her to do whatever she saw fit. I didn’t, however.

Instead, I slipped the door closed and turned the lock carefully behind me. My face was stoic, doing my best to keep my own composure. It was taking every bit of self restraint, but I could feel it faltering. We were going down soon, I could feel it. My brain was sizzling just looking at her.

“I don’t care how much I love you, Noah Sebastian. I will not be treated like a piece of meat.” She was waving a finger at me, manicured and perfect.

I took a step toward her. She didn’t allow me the space to speak.

“I’m not sure where you found all of that fucking audacity, but I will tell you, it is so out of character for you.” Her voice had fallen some.

“Is it?” My words came out low and slow.

She couldn’t believe me. As if I had no idea the inconvenience I had caused her.

“Why would you do that?” Her face was now pulled into something that looked like confusion. “I can’t think of one good reason why you-“

She didn’t get to finish, my control finally slipping through my fingers, and my hands grabbing her and pressing our mouths together. She stilled at first, but when I pressed my tongue against her lips, she melted, her anger being fed through her grasp on me.

Mileena pulled at my blazer, ripping it down my shoulders and tossing it on the bed.

In a moment of absolute primal agitation, she growled at me, which sent every drop of blood in my body down to my crotch.

When her fingers began pulling at the bottom of my shirt, I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled her backwards. She stared at me, all venom and lust, and snarled. I smiled, licking my lips. It was unbelievable. I used my free hand to rip the front of her dress open, her breasts falling out, and capturing my attention. My hand loosened on her hair, sliding down her face, neck, and reaching for her chest.

She used this opportunity to wrap a hand around my throat, which took me by surprise, my gaze lifting. She was controlling this, which was new.

Her teeth ground together, and her fingers squeezed me, the tips of her sharp acrylics digging into my skin.

“On your fucking knees.”

I scoffed. “Or what?”

Her hand tightened even further, and her other hand came up to grab me by the cock, gripping the fabric of my pants in an almost uncomfortable squeeze.

“Or I walk away, right now.”

That sounded like misery in the highest degree, so, naturally, I sunk down to the floor, sharp eyes glancing up at her. The hand on my neck was now running through my hair. She was looking down at me with an almost loving look on her face.

“You were so fucking mean, you need to make up for it.”

My hand grabbed her ankle just above her heel, sliding up the back of her calf, to her thigh. When my fingertips reached her hip, I noticed something that made me nearly fall backwards. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

Using the slit up the side of her dress skirt, I moved the fabric over to see her, already visibly wet. She loved this as much as I did. I only peered up at her for a split second, seeing she now had her head leaned back, waiting, anticipating.

Catching her off guard, instead of starting slow, building her up, making her whine and beg, I attached myself to her core, drawing a sharp breath out of her.

“Fuck, Noah!” She pulled at my hair, looking down at me while I worked her over, feeling the moisture running down my chin. “Ugh, you look so fucking cute when you do that.”

I raised an eyebrow at her, but didn’t detach. I pulled her one leg so her thigh balanced on my shoulder and dove in deeper, sliding my tongue up and down her folds. I saw her tits bouncing up and down as she bucked into my face.

I settled in, intending to let her finish before I took the reins back, but I was interrupted at her pulling me upward by the hair. The unfamiliar sting on my scalp made me wince, but I still stood up in response.

“Lay the fuck down.” She pushed me down onto the bed. “Pants off.” I smirked at her, not moving an inch. “Now.”

Her voice was terrifying. I began unbuckling my belt, and popped the button open with one hand. She must have been getting impatient, because her hands ripped my pants down and off, her eyes focusing on the bulge in my boxers. I leaned back on my elbows, waiting for her to do whatever she needed to torment me further.

I truly did not expect what she said next.

“Touch yourself.” This confused me.

“What?”

“You fucking heard me.” She jumped up onto the dresser, leaning back against the wall, and let her legs fall open, giving me full view of her. My eyes followed her every move.

I reached down and palmed myself over my underwear, feeling vulnerable.

“C’mon now Sebastian, this is no time to be shy.” This made me actually fucking blush. She was enjoying this way more than I expected.

Hooking my thumbs in the band of my boxers, I carefully slid them down low enough to let myself free. My fingers gently grabbed my dick, tugging at it ever so slightly. The sensation was good, but it wasn’t her.

“That’s it, baby.” She spread her legs, her pussy sitting just above the wood of the dresser, putting herself on full display. “Nice and slow.”

I whimpered. I actually fucking whimpered. It wasn’t lost on her, either, her eyes darting to my face and licking her lips.

“See, Noah? This is what happens when you’re an asshole. You get treated like the fucking brat you are.”

Who the fuck was this girl and how quickly could I lock her in a room and never let her escape?

My hand worked up and down my shaft, my eyes falling closed and my breathing erratic. I could feel myself getting close just thinking about her.

“Stop.” My hand froze, and I opened my eyes, staring at her in defeat. “Don’t come yet.”

I was getting frustrated. “Why the fuck not?”

She sat up, crossing her legs, putting herself away.

“If you don’t wait until I tell you to come, I swear I will put on my sweats, go downstairs, and start cleaning.”

That was the threat that made any confidence I had falter. Once she started cleaning, it was over. She would hyper-focus, and I wouldn’t see her again until the entire house was shining.

I moved my hand off of my cock to resist the temptation and laid flat back on the bed, digging the heels of my palms into my eye sockets.

I stopped when I felt the bed dip on either side of me, and looked up to see her kneeling over me, now fully nude. My heart sped up as I felt her slide herself up and down my shaft, her slick pussy gliding so fucking deliciously. Instinctively, I reached for her hips, but my hand was met with a hard slap, which caused me to pull away.

“Not this time, baby boy.” I groaned, lavishing the feeling of her on me, the weight on my hips excruciatingly divine.

“Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” I looked at her, lost on what she was asking for.

“What?” My voice was a breath, an exhale.

“For treating me so foul?” She pulled back, and grabbed the base of my cock, pulling it forward to line up with her entrance but holding steady as not to let it touch her.

“Ugh, Leena,” I moaned,

My hips trying to buck. She pulled further away as I tried to press into her.

“Say it, Noah.” She demanded.

“Fuck!” My body was screaming, fire coursing through me as she ran her hand up and down, grazing the head. “I’m sorry! Jesus Christ!”

With that, she sunk down, enveloping all of me so fucking perfectly. My eyes snapped shut, trying like hell not to finish just from the edge of it.

“That’s right, honey.” Her voice was a soft moan, her hand coming up to wrap around my throat again as her hips snapped forward. My vision was turning white.

“Now, ask me fucking nicely.”

Wild that she could think I could speak, given she was cutting all my air off. It was unholy, and I loved every fucking second.

I choked, trying to speak, and I felt her fingers loosen slightly.

“Please, baby,” I breathed in hard. “please let me come.”

“Fuck, Noah, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” She let go of my throat, reaching down to circle her clit. I felt her rhythm become unsteady.

“Leena, Jesus fucking Christ, please, baby, please.”

She thrusted faster, her climax coming uncoiled, and I felt her tighten around me.

“Oh, fuck!” She fell forward, wrapping her fingers in my hair.

“Fuck me, Noah. Fuck me, please!” Did I need to be told twice?

My hands gripped her ass and lifted her, slamming my hips up and pounded into her. She still hadn’t told me yet, so I was fighting as hard as I could to hold it together.

“Noah, come for me.” She cooed directly into my ear, her voice so fucking sweet.

I think I may have had a stroke, the sheer velocity of my orgasm ripping out of me. I let out a hard, visceral scream.

Once we were both still, her body laid lazily on top of me, I left soft kisses on her shoulder.

“I really am sorry, baby.”

She chuckled softly. “I know, babe.”

I turned my head to look at her face, looking absolutely exhausted.

“You’re so fucking amazing when you’re angry.”

She lazily lifted her eyebrow. “Did you start a fight just to have angry sex?”

I bit the inside of my cheek. That was probably the better answer.

“Maybe.” I tried to be coy, and she seemed to buy it.

I didn’t know what had come over me in the backyard, or why I got so annoyed with her talking to another man. I’m not like that, I never have been.

But something inside me told me that the feeling was going to get me into trouble.

[dynamotoon]

Leena with da SUIT!

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Anonymous asked: hi!!! i was hoping you could provide a list of some actresses that have resources with them veiling? i'd prefer a good mix of cultures & ethnicities not just hijabis. also open to all ages! thank you!!!

(I somehow deleted the ask but I luckily sent it to a friend asking for suggestions! I sadly couldn't find many cultures with notable actresses/roles but I hope this helps.)

Afsaneh Bayegan (1961) Iranian.

Mahtab Keramati (1970) Iranian.

Leila Hatami (1972) Iranian.

Vishka Asayesh (1972) Iranian.

Hanan Tork (1974) Egyptian.

Elma Theana (1974) Indonesian.

Sarah Vi (1976) Indonesian.

Mahnaz Afshar (1977) Iranian.

Mercy Aigbe / Hajiya Meena (1978) Nigerian.

Sareh Bayat (1979) Iranian.

Niusha Zeighami (1980) Iranian.

Tannaz Tabatabaei (1983) Iranian.

Negar Javaherian (1983) Iranian.

Elnaz Shakerdoost (1984) Iranian.

Baran Kosari (1985) Iranian.

Yuna (1986) Malay and Bugis.

Heliza Helmi (1986) Malaysian.

Leah Vernon (1988) African-American.

Neelofa (1989) Malaysian.

Dina Torkia (1989) Egyptian / English.

Bella Dally (1991) Malaysian.

Wawa Zainal (1991) Bruneian, Bajau Malaysian, and Tausug Filipino.

Mariah Idrissi (1992) Pakistani and Moroccan.

Maria Alia (1993) Palestinian / Puerto Rican.

Mira Filzah (1993) Malaysian.

Elfira Loy (1994) Malaysian.

Leena Asad / With Love Leena (1994) Palestinian.

Habiba da Silva (1994) Lebanese, Syrian / Brazilian (Unspecified North African, Unspecified West African, Unspecified Indigenous, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese).

Jasmine Fares (1995)

Shahd Batal (1996) Sudanese.

Hajar Brown (1996) Moroccan.

Sabina Hannan (1996) Bangladeshi.

Halima Aden (1997) Somali.

Sonita Alizadeh (1997) Afghan.

Halima (1997) Somali.

Sarina Farhadi (1998) Iranian.

Touka El-Fawwal (1998) Egyptian.

Imen Siar (1999) Moroccan, Italian and British.

Laura Melodie Lutiq (?)

Roles only:

Öykü Karayel (Ethos) Turkish.

Yasmine Al Massri (Quantico) Palestinian / Egyptian.

Gizem Erdogan (Caliphate) Turkish.

Gülsim Ali (Payitaht Abdülhamid) Turkish.

Anjana Vasan (We Are Lady Parts) Tamil.

Juliette Motamed (We Are Lady Parts) Iranian.

Sarah Kameela Impey (We Are Lady Parts) Afro Guyanese / British.

Lucie Shorthouse (We Are Lady Parts) Kenyan.

Faith Omole (We Are Lady Parts) Black British.

Shraddha Kapoor (Haseena Parkar) Punjabi / Marathi and Konkani.

Medalion Rahimi (NCIS: LA) Iranian, Mizrahi Jewish.

Sunita Mani (Mr. Robot) Indian.

Nikohl Boosheri (The Bold Type) Iranian.

Mina El Hammani (Elite) Morrocan.

Assa Sylla (Skam France) Black French.

Iman Meskini (Skam) Tunisian / Norwegian.

Nicole Chamoun (Safe Harbour) Lebanese.

Amanda Stephen (Orange Is the New Black) Black Canadian.

Sinem Öztürk (Huzur Sokagi) Turkish.

Burçin Abdullah (Selam) Turkish.

Helana Sawires (Ali's Wedding) Egyptian.

Esra Bilgiç (Dirilis: Ertugrul) Turkish.

Özge Yagiz (Yemin) Turkish.

Nazanin Boniadi (Homeland) Iranian.

Alia Bhatt (Gully Boy) Kashmiri and German.

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Ihr Lieben!

Ich mache mal ein bisschen Werbung für die Abschlussarbeit von Robyn. Robyn studiert an meiner ehemaligen Schauspielschule und sucht für their Projekt noch die Rolle von Leena. Wenn du also ace bist, in MV wohnst (oder eine Wohnmöglichkeit in MV hast) und gerne vor der Kamera stehst oder das mal ausprobieren möchtest, melde dich gerne! Direkt bei Robyn (die Mailadresse im Screenshot oder @/robyneliwinter auf insta), oder ggf. auch bei mir falls es Fragen gibt. Tumblr lässt mich leider den Link zu dem Post nicht kopieren 🙄

Anyway. Vielleicht fühlt sich ja jemand berufen ✌🏼

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New Fiction Podcasts - 28th June

Wayfinder Legends Audio RPG Join the Party! Wayfinder Legends is a Pathfinder 2e RPG with a great group of friends around the table and microphones. We hope to channel the ADVENTURE and LAUGHS with awesome Paizo content that you can enjoy with us to get you through until YOUR next gaming session! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240617-02 RSS: https://feeds.captivate.fm/wayfinder-legends/

Conectados pelas Estrelas Audio Book Versão audiolivro do livro "Conectados pelas Estrelas" de Ste Rogce. A cada semana será postado um novo capítulo do livro. Cada capítulo corresponderá a um episódio desse podcast. A leitura do livro foi feita pela própria autora. SINOPSE: Leena é uma garota delicada que possui uma força sobrenatural. Recém chegada na Coreia do Sul para fazer mestrado sobre Inteligências Artificiais e aprendizado de máquinas, ela é inesperadamente recrutada para o trabalho dos sonhos de muitos. Mesmo sendo alertada de que era um trabalho muito difícil, ela acaba aceitando a posição apenas para se vingar. É claro que se tornar gerente de um idol de sucesso, acompanhava uma lista de benefícios. Mas estava longe de ser uma tarefa fácil. Ainda mais por se tratar de um artista mimado e impetuoso, como Minseok. A jovem nem poderia imaginar o tamanho da aventura que ela estava se envolvendo, já que MinSeok ainda tinha uma jornada dupla secreta assim que as câmeras eram desligadas. Quando MinSeok decide antecipar sua ida para o alistamento militar, Leena ouve uma conversa na qual percebe que as confusões que ele estava se envolvendo poderiam colocar a vida dele em perigo. Como gerente, ela recebe ordens do chefe para protegê-lo, mesmo que para isso fosse necessário desafiar todos os limites da realidade e confiar em si mesma como ela nunca tinha feito antes. Em meio a todo o caos de ter uma jornada dupla e em alguns momentos, até tripla, o reencontro de LeeNa com o seu melhor amigo de infância é marcado por momentos de romance, aventura, investigação, e muita especulação dos paparazzis que estão sempre por perto para fazer um furo de notícias com a vida privada dos artistas e daqueles que se relacionam ou trabalham com eles. "Conectados pelas Estrelas" é uma romance de fantasia urbana capaz de provar que verdadeiros sentimentos são capazes de encurtar qualquer distância no espaço-tempo e que uma promessa de amizade pode resistir a mais de dezoito mil quilômetros. É um convite para que os leitores criem novos significados para as próximas vezes que forem admirar o céu e vejam que como fragmentos das Sol, nós estamos todos conectados pelas estrelas. Quando menos se esperar, a magia estará por toda parte. Um mix de emoções, que com certeza irá te deixar apaixonado por esses personagens. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240618-01 RSS: https://feeds.redcircle.com/7c0cfb64-790e-4eb0-9936-c8002613d1be

Le storie con la voce Audio Book Racconti brevi, brevissimi, microstorie, short stories, audiostorie, storie da ascoltare, episodi. Chiamali come vuoi. Li troverai qui. Sono Liliana Mianulli, in arte Mianly la storyteller stilosofa, penna e voce di questo spazio, e ti do il benvenuto nel podcast di narrativa Le storie con la voce. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240618-02 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6189572/episodes/feed

Empire of Solitude Audio Drama An experimental drama based on the poetry of Julia de Burgos (1914-1953) that chronicles her mental state in the last week of her life. Told through the eyes of the four personalities that Burgos embodies in her poetry--Feminine, Poetess, Revolutionary, and Wife--the play is an examination of the way misogyny, both societal and internalized, creates an isolated existence where it is impossible to be accepted by others while being true to yourself. Fueled by alcohol, despair, and biting humor, Julia de Burgos struggles to locate the key to finding peace in the waning hours of her life. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240620-01 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/jonmarcantoni/feed.xml

Esperanza Audio Drama Voyage Media presents... "Esperanza". A pacifist deputy is tasked with escorting an arsonist murderer across the wilds of New Mexico while the murder does everything in his power to make the pacifist break his code of non-violence. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240613-03 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/esperanza

The Foxkey Chronicles: What Hides Beneath Audio Book The Foxkey Chronicles: What Hides Beneath is a western, horror audio drama that explores a world that is quite similar to our own, but not. In this alternate world, so different from the place you call home, our story takes place during a time that is far simpler and equally more difficult to live in. A time of westward expansion, where travel takes months and can only be done on foot or by wagon. A time where hope is all a person has as they search for that elusive thing called home. That is, if one arrives at their new home at all. We follow the tales of a place called Murkwood. A place much like any other, except hiding beneath drought-dry soil, is something sinister and deadly. There, the Foxkey family have staved off that darkness for generations, born both cursed and blessed, with the gift of power. A power that until now has managed to keep evil at bay. Remember kin, a Foxkey is not just born, they are made. If you are reading these chronicles, you are part of the clan, and entrusted with their protection. Go not into the shadows and watch your back, for when you enter this world, you too will never be safe. These chronicles are not for the faint of heart, and contain themes of a graphic nature. Listener discretion is advised. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240619-01 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/the-foxkey-chronicles

The Negro of The Abyss Audio Drama "Set in the heart of Victorian London, The Negro of the Abyss reimagines the infamous Jack the Ripper murders from the perspective of Jane Doe, a forgotten black woman whose story unveils the harrowing truths of racial and social injustice." The Negro of The Abyss, brought to you by Sierra Echo Productions! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240619-02 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f7c0d3dc/podcast/rss

The town of adaliah Audio Drama Upcoming horror/suspense fiction podcast, with a primarily lgbtq+ cast! The Town of adaliah is a horror/suspense fiction podcast in which 2 college students go to a cabin in the woods to explore what they believe to be the site of a town lost from history. But did it ever exist? What are they exploring? And why do people from a diary written in 1802 keep showing up to tell them about it?! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240619-03 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/Thetownofadaliah/feed.xml

TNS: MARS PODCAST Audio Drama TNS: MARS is a podcast about a news network in Bunny Hill City, Mars called TNS. Newsman aka Jayson is the main anchor, and Betty the reporter is the second anchor (Betty and Jayson don’t get along very well.) Doctor Mad a mad scientist also the sports anchor. And Xetty the weather girl. (AKA the Queen of Mars assassin, AKA POP star Lady Zedaka.) And together they will bring you the news from MARS. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240620-02 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/tnsmarspodcast/feed.xml

Oakbridge - A Sci-Fi Mystery Audio Drama Audio Drama The truth is never finished… Oakbridge is a sci-fi/thriller/mystery/horror audio drama series set in the early 1990s that centers around mysterious occurrences that plague a small town in Ohio after the U.S. government erects a nuclear power facility. When two teenagers are found dead, Sheriff’s Deputy Jack Harris, launches an investigation that will uncover dark secrets which will put everyone’s lives in danger. With the help of his friends, a rookie cop, an ailing sheriff, a group of kids and teenagers, and even his ex-wife, Deputy Harris will discover the dark underworld of government conspiracies, small town corruption, and, in the process, will face his demons past, present, and future. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240621-01 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/OakbridgeSeries/feed.xml

Roll In The Dark: An Actual Play Podcast Audio RPG Roll In The Dark is an actual play tabletop roleplaying game podcast. We hope to enrapture, entertain, amuse and terrify you as you join our tabletop RPG sessions, where glory and triumph can turn to disaster and death on the roll of a single dice. Each episode our eclectic group of players delves into a variety of systems, from the eldritch mysteries of Delta Green to the cosy yet sinister corners of Brindlewood Bay. From week-to-week we explore intricate storylines, complex characters, and the unpredictable chaos that only tabletop RPGs can offer. Join us as we Roll In The Dark! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240621-02 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6167997/episodes/feed

BattleMage Brewery D&D Audio RPG Friends gather to share an adventure and a cold beer! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240615-03 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/battlemagedndnight/feed.xml

Frequency 001-004 Audio Drama An audio broadcast of unknown origin, obtained and circulated by Q19 Media. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240613-04 RSS: https://feeds.redcircle.com/6929dbd3-0594-4adc-9bfd-719f0f3b6a78

Bookshops of Arkham Audio RPG Join Mark Meer as the Keeper of Arcane Lore as he guides Saige Ryan, Carlos Luna, Lucia Versprille, and Patrick Logan through the Bookshops of Arkham. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240617-03 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f6fb2dd0/podcast/rss

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DarkPrism Audio Book Dark Prism is an anthology horror podcast where we share stories of the wretched, the eldritch, the supernatural, and the uncanny. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240617-04 RSS: https://media.rss.com/darkprism/feed.xml

DROPLET: a radio play Audio Drama A sound-based exploration of a home, those within it, and what they leave behind. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240622-01 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/droplet

Based on a True Story by Lance Alioto Audio Book Everything you’re about to hear, actually happened. The story of Lance and shelly is…remarkable. Remarkable because they’re an entirely average couple. They’re the people you wait in line with at Walmart or walk past at the post office.  They’re you and me.  With one exception: they were completely honest with each other from the start about what they really want.  Ever wonder what your sex life might be like if you really leveled with your partner?  (Let’s find out) https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240506-09 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2361982.rss

Into the Frontier: A Warp Drive Wanderers RPG Actual Play Audio RPG Welcome to the Frontier, your escape from becoming just another corporate cog. But with this freedom comes new kinds of dangers: terrifying xenobeasts, bloodthirsty pirates, and unfathomable anomalies. A crew is assembled to investigate when a wormhole spits out a century-old wreckage. What they find will lead them into the Frontier’s darkest mysteries. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240619-04 RSS: https://feeds.castos.com/k95g9

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What Happened in the Malachite Wastes Audio RPG “What Happened in the Malachite Wastes” is a slice-of-life, modern fantasy podcast that spends each episode following a different denizen of the Malachite Archipelago. Each story is a chance for you to explore the life of an ordinary person in an extraordinary world, and share the unique trials, tribulations, and joys of the human (or not-so-human) experience. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240622-03 RSS: https://media.rss.com/malachite-wastes/feed.xml

The Last Diner Audio Drama After an apocalyptic war, humanity has been decimated and fractured. However, there is one last stand, on a grassy hill in Canada- the Eye of the Storm Diner. Customers come in, get a warm meal to eat, and tell their stories.The Last Diner is a mellow podcast about surviving despite the apocalypse going on around you. Each episode centers one story about a character’s life.The Last Diner contains themes of war, death, and suicide. Please listen at your own discretion. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240620-03 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/the-last-diner

The Elder Ones: A Monster of the Week RPG Actual Play Audio RPG Welcome to Willoughby Falls! A sprawling little mid western town, home to the Willoughby Wallobys and the famous chocolate spider cake. Yes, here in the Falls, everything stays quiet and crime is at all all time low. Sure there are the random fires, unearthed graves and suddenly missing middle aged balding men. But what small town doesn't have constant UFO sightings, Bigfoot hunting boy scout adventures and a seance club every Wednesday. Just average things for a small town. It'll all be quiet soon. All of it.. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240623-01 RSS: https://feeds.castos.com/j3kmx

Willowbrook Audio Book Welcome to Willowbrook. Up in the hills, outside of town there’s a place... It sits between the everyday and the extraordinary... between fear and revelation... between the end and a new beginning. Willowbrook is released as a bi-weekly podcast.Willowbrook was inspired by the concept of voice in narrative and performance monologue as well as the simple pleasure of being read to. It was also inspired by mosaic narratives—stories told through a collection of 1st person narrators—such as As I lay Dying by William Faulkner, The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver and The Savage Detectives by Roberto Bolaño. On behalf of the staff and all the residents at Willowbrook, we hope that you enjoy your time with us. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240624-01 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/willowbrook

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Rolling For Thunder "The Search for Arcane Scrolls" Audio RPG Welcome to "The Search for Arcane Scrolls," a thrilling Dungeons & Dragons podcast that follows an epic quest through enchanted forests, mysterious towns, and perilous adventures.Join our party of heroes:Valeska, a young mage on a mission from the legendary wizard Joaqhan II to gather powerful magical scrolls.Xanril and Talison, his half-elven cousins and skilled rangers, who bring their expertise and bravery to the journey.In this captivating tale, our adventurers leave their tranquil home in the Marth Forest, stepping into a world filled with unknown dangers and magical wonders. Their first stop is Marthon, a small town with strict control and a curfew, where they quickly realize they are not welcome and decide to head north to the bustling town of Brindol.On their journey, they encounter an intense rainstorm and find refuge in an inn. Here, they meet a supposed Road Warden commander and his crew. However, things are not as they seem. Talison discovers a dead body in the stables, leading to a series of events that unveil a sinister plot. The party, along with a prince they befriend, uncovers a scheme to capture the prince, leading to a dramatic confrontation.Tune in to each episode of "The Search for Arcane Scrolls" as we delve into the intricate plot, rich character development, and high-stakes adventures. Will our heroes succeed in their quest? What secrets and dangers lie ahead? https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240625-01 RSS: https://media.rss.com/rollingforthunder/feed.xml

Tales From the Scamverse Audio Book Tales From The Scamverse are darkly humorous stories for grown-ups.  Each episode contains two stories and a word from our Scamverse Sponsors.  Enjoy! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240621-03 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2378374.rss

STAGE FOR A NEW AGE: ROCK & ROLL RADIO THEATRE Audio Drama Dig these cool rock musicals and edgy new theatre pieces performed as radio plays! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240623-02 RSS: https://feeds.simplecast.com/2L6d446V

Trash Mob - A Role With It D&D Podcast Audio RPG Follow along as Tibbi, Leonard, and Razz start their journey from small time monsters to big time villains! Played by Tiffany, Kurt, and Cole- with Michael as DM. Follow us on social media and let us know what you think! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240625-04 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/trash-mob-a-role-with-it-dd-podcast

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The Journal: Short Stories Audio Book Short stories from me and you! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240625-05 RSS: https://media.rss.com/the-journal/feed.xml

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Breath Of The Wild Theme

names for characters from the legend of zelda; breath of the wild!

ak, akk, akka, akkal, akkala, aya, au, aug, al, ali, aliz, aliza, ash, ashe, ax, axy, axyl, aj, aji, akra, akrah, achne, ardin, ashai, aurie, ariane, amali, ami, agus, amira, aster azu, armes, anly,

bad, badd, baddek, bam, bamb, bambo, bamboo, ban, banji, bau, baum, bauma, baumar, bay, bayg, bayge, bee, beed, beedle, bol, bols, bolson, bri, brig, brigo, bai, baij, ben, benn, benny, bo, bosh, bot, botr, bore, botri, botric, botrick, bran, branli, blad, bladon boh, bohr, bohri, bohrin, bold, boldon, bree, breen, bar, barg, bargo, bargoh, blu, blud, bludo, blynne, barta, benja, babi bertri, bozai, bulia, buliara, bedoli, bazz, brokka, bugut,

cam, camb, cambo, chab, chabi, cho, chor, chork, chu, chum, chumi, chumin, chi, chiga, cal, cala, calam, calami, calamity, can, cann, canni, chuk, chuki, chio, calisa, caly, calyban, cara, canolo, cree, cecili, cleff, celessa, calip, clavia, chessica, cloyne, cima, cotera, cado, claree, cottla,

dab, dabi, da, dah, dmi, dmit, dmitr, dmitre, dmitri, dai, daim, drak, dug, dugby, damia, daz, dillie, dalia, danda, deltan, dina, dorrah, danton, dento, dunma, dorephan, dantz, darton, domidak, dorian,

en, end, enda, endai, ep, epo, epon, epona, et, ets, etsu, el, eld, eldi, eldin, essa, estan, emry, eryck,

far, faro, faroh, farosh, fy, fys, fyso, fyson, fi, fin, finn, fu, fugo, faron, fegran, frelly, frita, furosa, flaxel, falmark, finley, fronk, flavi,

gof, gofla, goflam, grey, greyson, gray, grayson glee, gleem, gleema, gran, grant, grante, glen, glend, glendo, gan, gano, ganon, got, gott, gottr, gottre, gotter, gom, goma, gomar, gai, gail, gaile, gale, gon, gong, gongur, gonguro, gonguron, gor, gora, gorae, grap, grapp, goro, goron, gar, gars, garsh, garshon, gartan, greta, guy, galli, geggle, genli, gesane, gruve, gaddison, garill, garini, giro,

hy, hyr, hyre, hyru, hyrule, hyl, hyle, hyli, hylia, hylian, hee, heehl, hes, hest, hestu, hud, huds, hudso, hudson, hesh, hesho, hag, hagi, hagie, hun, hunn, hunni, hunnie, hoz, hai, hait, haite, hal, halan, harlow, harry, harth, huck, hino,

ita, isha, izra, ivee, impa,

jan, jana, janna, jer, jeri, jerr, jerri, jerrin, ja, jen, jengo, jini, jora, jules, juan, juanne, juanne, juannelle, jogo, juney, jiahto, joute,

kab, kabe, kabet, kabett, kabette, kabetta, kan, kann, kanny, kap, kaps, kapso, kapson, kar, karso, karson, kas, kass, ken, keny, kenyo, ki, kil, kilt, kilto, kilton, ka, kah, kai, kaif, kaifa, ke, ke'nai, kash, kasho, kat, kato, katos, katosa, khi, khin, khini, kin, king, ko, kor, kori, korima, keh, korb, korba, korbah, kal, kala, kaso, kaa, kaam, kata, katah, katt, katta, kon, konba, kair, kairo, karsh, kay, kayr, kayre, kayra, kim, kima, kish, krane, ketoh, korok, kula, konora, kyra, kalani, kohm, kotta, kachoo, kaysa, kheel, kotts, kaneli, kayden, keye, kodah, karin, koyin, kiana, kinov, kampo, koko,

li, lin, link, lee, leek, leeka, leekah, lar, laro, larob, laroba, lon, lonn, lonni, lonnie, lat, lata, latan, loone, lukan, laine, lashley leena, liana, lorn lyn, lynd, lyndae, lester, laissa, ledo, laflat, laruta, lawdon, letty, leop, lasli,

me, mee, meesh, meeshy, meg, megh, meghen, meghan, meghyn, mei, mil, mils, mi, min, mina, miph, mipha, mis, misk, misko, mae, mael, mog, mogg, moggs, mo, mon, mona, monar, monari, mony, monya, my, myt, myti, mij, mija, mijah, may, mayr, mayro, mir, mirr, mirro, molo, maca, mala, malanya, makure malena, marta, merina, muava, maike, maypin, moza, mary, monkton, modar, molli, mazli, misa, marot, muzu, mimos, manny medda, mubs, mimo, magda, mellie,

nat, nay, nayd, naydr, nadre, naydre, nadra, naydra, naz, nazbi, nad, nadd, naddo, naddon, neil, ni, nim, nima, nobo, nam, namu, namut, nami, namik, namika, noy, noya, neha, natie, nali, nellie, nobiro, nott, notts, nekk, nack, narah, nebb, nikki, numar, nanna,

om, oma, oman, owa, oz, ozz, ooh, offra, offrak, ozu, ozun, ozund, ozunda, oak, oaky, oaki, onya, olu, oliff, olkin, ollie,

pel, peli, pelis, peliso, pelison, pi, pika, pikan, pikang, pikango, pit, pita, pitar, plat, plate, platea, plateau, par, parc, parce, parcy, percy, py, pyle, peeks, pepp, padok, perosa, phanna, pokki, padda, pasha, pearle, ploka, pritana, pyra, palme, piaffe, pirou, pondo, ponthos, pedra, prima, pruce, purah, prissen, paya,

qua, quince,

reg, rega, regan, rev, reva, reval, revali, rho, rhon, rhond, rhonds, rhondso, rhondson, ri, rik, ron, ronn, rex, ru, rul, ruli, rob, robb, robbi, robbie, rudi, rhoa, rhoam, roh, roht, rohta, ruv, ruvo, rot, rota, rok, roke, rokee, ray, raym, russ, ram, rame, ramel, ramell, ramella, ro, rog, roga, rogar, rogaro, roha, rohan, roscoe, riju, reez, reeza, rima, risa, roma, romah, rotana, ripp, ropsten, raegah, rivan, ralera, reede, rhodes, rozel, rensa, rola,

sav, save, savel, savell, savelle, sher, sherf, sherfi, sherif, sherfin, sho, sor, sorel, sorrel, soreli, sorelia, spoon, spoone, si, sido, sidon, shaka, shakah, stam, stamm, sea, saas, shi, shir, shira, sham, shama, shamae, shor, shore, shora, shae, spri, sprinn, straia, suzum suzuna, shabonne, strade, sud, sudrey, saula, smaude, spera sumati, shaillu, sesami, selmie, saki, seggin, satty, spinch, sayge, sefaro, seldon, sophie, senna, symin, sebasto, sagessa, shay, shibo, steen,

tor, torr, tore, toren, tot, tots, totsu, totsun, totsune, totsuna, ty, tye, ten, tenn, tenne, tu, tut, tuts, tutsu, tutsuwa, tar, tarr, tarry, tarre, tarrey, tom, toma, tof, toff, toffa, tro, trot, trott, toh, tan, tank, tanko, tray, tash, tasho, tali, tera, tauma, teake, traysi, teba, tulin, tona, tottika, tula, torfeau, trello, tumbo, teli, tamana, teebo, thad, tokk, tasseren, trissa,

urb, urbo, urbos, urbosa, uma,

vol, volc, volco, volcon, villa, varke, verla,

walton, wabbin, worten,

yam, yamm, yammo, yo, yow, yowa, yowak, yowaka, yahsa, yu, yun, yuno, yunobo, yaido, yolero,

ze, zel, zeld, zelda, zy, zyl, zyle, zu, zum, zumo, zuna, zal, zalt, zalta, zo, zor, zoro, zoron, zorona, zooki, zumi, zuta.

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More of Lisbon. Hey - it's a big place!

September 4, 2023

We spent the morning exploring parts of Lisbon that we haven't explored on this trip. The weather was not perfect - with lots of intermittent rain showers and wind, but it is never the weather that is bad - just the clothes you have on to deal with the weather. So we were OK!

We met our bus driver, Paco and watched his amazing skills as he navigated forward - and backward - places this huge bus should not go. Our bus is designed to comfortably seat 53 people - so the 17 of us are quite comfy.

We started with a small tour of some places Mark and I had seen on the Hop-on/Hop off bus and then started to explore other places too. We saw the Portugal Parliment but my picture taken through a rain spattered window was pathetic - so "hello my dear friend, Internet."

We worked our way to the one neighborhood that survived the earthquake, fire and tsunami of 1755 - the Alfama.

The roads are small and twisty and many of the roads cannot be transversed by even the smallest vehicle.

The place is built into hills - so steps are everywhere. (That is our sweet leader, Carolina. That is Car-o-leena. FYI.)

These houses were built in the 1500s. Many are covered with tile for easy maintenance.

St Anthony is the patron saint of Lisboa and he was born in the Alfama. This cathedral was built on his birth place.

So the buzz on St. Anthony is that he is the patron saint of match making. Women hoping to find the man or their dreams come here and light a candle. Also he is the patron saint of "missing items". Can't find the car keys? Light a candle and ta-da!

To get to St. Anthony's just grab a trolley.

Shortly after our St. Anthony experience we stopped for coffee and an egg custard tart - Pastéis De Nata - THE Portuguese treat.

And - I can eat these. YUMMY!!!

Our walk eventually took us to the main square of the city - the square where the palace of the king and queen USED to be before it was destroyed by the tsunami in 1755. The new palace was built far from the sea after that event.

We continued exploring in the rain and saw the elevator

We kept walking and got to the main square of the city - the end of the line from the traffic circle from Marquis de Pombol. Check out the patterns in the circle. It is an optical illusion - because it is flat. Weird!

Some our group headed back to the hotel and some of us stayed on to enjoy - a local favorite - Bifanas (pork belly on a bun with mustard.) I couldn't have the bun - but the pork belly was yummy!

As we walked to the Metro we saw this...

Carolina explained to us that this atrocity was a recent find in the hidden history of Lisbon. In 1506 in the middle of the Portuguese Inquisition a congregation of this church...

...mainly made up of "new" Christians - former Jews who had converted rather than die or be expelled - experience a "miracle." The alter was suddenly illuminated and the priest fell to his knees overcome by this miracle, but a parishioner said - HEY - WAIT - that is only the sunlight coming through that window. The priest was enraged and demanded that this "doubter" be killed - there and now. He was - and then the "real" Christians fell on the "new" Christians and killed them too. Then it was buried deep in the history books to be found quite by accident 500 years later.

Now, this church, has a series of bad events. Fire and other things have haunted this place for 600 years. Karma? Whatever it is, it has never had the same power as it experienced before 1500. To quote my granddaughter. when we are discussing history- or new jewelry, "I'm intrigued!"

From here we took the Metro to our hotel. PERFECT. Many people did many different things - but I took a nap. Only 40 minutes - but just the right amount of time to re-charge for dinner.

We took a lovely walk down the Avenue da Liberdade until we reached the funicular. The weather was perfect!!! We had some" technical difficulties" so we waited, waited, and waited but finally - we were headed up. We arrived at the overlook that Mark and I had visited yesterday. We felt so superior knowing exactly where were were...

At the top of the funicular we had a wonderful surprise from Carolina...

A cherry liquor served in chocolate cups. SWEET!!!!! Then on to our Welcome Dinner.

We had a wonderful dinner and a Fado performance. Fado is a Portuguese tradition and is a UNESCO intangible culture designation.

It was so much fun!!!

Check this out - (these are not the artists we saw - but it gives you a good understanding of this art.)

Tomorrow we will explore the city of Sintra. New discoveries await. I love my life!!!!

Stay tuned.

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BOLLYWOOD’S TOP 108 FEMALE DANCERS OF ALL TIME (@INDIES) !

1.       .Helen

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7.       .Rajni Bala

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10.   .Meenakshi Sheshadri

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12.   .Hema Malini

13.   .Vyjyanthimala

14.   .Saira Banu

15.   .Meena Kumari

16.   .Waheeda Rehman

17.   .Geeta Bali

18.   .Zeenat Aman

19.   .Sandhya

20.   .Sridevi

21.   .Asha Parekh

22.   .Anita Guha

23.   .Kumkum

24.   .Sadhana

25.   .Nanda

26.   .Faryal

27.   .Madhubala

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[ergerson]

Welcome to Hell!! >:D

Hiya folks and welcome to my blog! i normally go by noah/N04H3LL on the rest of my socials but we get a little silly here :>>>

he/him pronouns!

the random art that i don't feel like posting on my other socials goes here!! most of it is more fandom based stuff that im too scared to post it to a wider audience (isnt that great lol??)

i heavily appreciate likes, reblogs and fanart :D

art trades: ask

collabs: ask

comms: open (da points only)

u can ask in the comments on here about ATs or collabs

My favorite fandoms currently:

smiling friends (ultimate hyperfixation rn, pls talk to me abt it TwT)

aqua teen hunger force

the amazing digital circus

My main mascot for this blog is one of my old fursonas! her name is Eden but somehow her nickname is ergerson; u can also just call me ergerson. u can do questions for eden through the ask feature and I'll draw her replying; u can also use it to ask for art reqs for me! think of this blog as like a little shared thing for me and my sona :D Eden is she/they but don't use those pronouns when referring to me pls qwq

I also got self inserts for my favorite fandoms that r (kinda) yumeshipped with someone in the series, soo here they are :3

Leena!! shes shipped with allan from sf!! (sorry) currently looking for shipart between them :D

also Xylobug!! who im kinda loosing interest in :DDD shes shipped with jax from tadc!! (not as sorry)

uuuhhhh yeaaa!! id love to make some weird little friends on here!! X3

HOLY HELL I JUST REALIZED ALL OF THESE DRAWINGS THEYRE ALL DOING THE SAME WAVEY POSE AHGHGHGH

My strawpage!

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Heute Abend 20 Uhr:

Governance in einem dezentralen sozialen Netzwerk, in dem jede Instanz/Gemeinschaft ihre eigenen Regeln haben kann? Muss das Fediverse stärker strukturiert werden als es derzeit der Fall ist?

@Tobias 👍

https://events.ccc.de/congress/2024/hub/de/event/fediverse-governance-fishbowl-diskussion

[pooma-education]

Naman to a legend

It's not how many cars and bungalows we pass to next generations but it will be noted in history how much poverty we tried to abolish in the form of poor population left in the nation is what the legendary humanitarian said once to evoke the sense of duty, responsibility of those who are throned by the people.It's the prime duty of public servants to work for their welfare,social security and basic needs to be a powerful nation. An icon of sensibility, humility and integrity with visionary mindset who kept himself silent in certain situations to avoid the disasters of blames and unorganised system.in actual he is to be called as Singh is King in real sense because of his foresight for economy, GDP and education sector. He is none other than the ex RBI Governer PM Finance Minister Dr Manmohan Singh ji from the humble background of the land of giver only - the State Punjab and from Nanak da Ashirvaad Amritsar.He was such a Statesman who brought

Right to Information, Right to Education, Economics Reforms, Nuclear Agreement, Food Security and Land Acquisition Act etc the countless blessings to the nation from a man of simplicity,bravity and grounded.

It's the nation pride to salute such a man towards his last journey but with heavy heart and welled eyes as his only presence with us is what we all are going to miss for his suggestions, advise and teachings

God you called him over above, we do pray for his rest there but he will be alive in our hearts and memories. Om Shanti, Ameen!

Leena Rai Kalra

[kerolystar]

Capítulo 10: A Transformação para Leena e Jeongina.

Era tarde da noite, e Jeongin e Lee estavam em um pequeno hotel barato, mal iluminado, com o calor sufocante do quarto apertado. O ar-condicionado estava quebrado, e as camas eram desconfortáveis, mas não havia escolha. O aluguel do quarto e as roupas para o disfarce consumiram quase todo o dinheiro que tinham — agora restavam apenas 40 dólares entre os dois. O pequeno cômodo estava abarrotado com tudo o que conseguiram pegar de última hora: perucas, maquiagem, roupas de brechó e sapatos de salto alto. A transformação precisava acontecer, e logo, se quisessem manter o disfarce e garantir que ainda seriam aceitos na fraternidade feminina.

Jeongin observou o caos ao seu redor e deu uma olhada para Lee, que estava tentando aprender a fazer a maquiagem feminina com os tutoriais do celular. Os dois pareciam prestes a enlouquecer, mas não havia mais volta.

“Vamos começar, né?” Jeongin disse, olhando para Lee enquanto segurava uma escova de cabelo.

Lee apenas assentiu com a cabeça, claramente não muito confiante. “Eu realmente espero que isso não termine em uma catástrofe.”

Jeongin pegou a peruca loira e começou a ajustá-la. Mas ao fazer isso, algo se quebrou. Ele estalou os dedos e olhou para os sapatos de salto alto espalhados no chão. “Esses malditos saltos… como as mulheres conseguem andar nisso?”

Com uma expressão de desconforto, ele se forçou a calçar o par de sapatos vermelhos, mas a caminhada foi uma luta. Jeongin tentava manter o equilíbrio, mas seus pés pareciam em constante guerra com o salto. Cada passo era um pequeno desastre, e ele quase caiu várias vezes.

"Caramba, isso não é natural!" Jeongin resmungou, dando passos desajeitados pelo quarto.

Lee observou de longe, rindo discretamente. “Parece que você está lutando contra um monstro invisível. Vai ficar tudo bem, Jeongin, eu te prometo.”

Jeongin revirou os olhos. “Eu espero que sim, porque essa merda é estressante!”

Enquanto Jeongin lutava com o salto alto, Lee estava no espelho tentando aprender a aplicar batom. Ele pegou o tubo vermelho e olhou para ele como se fosse um artefato alienígena.

“Então… como é que isso funciona?” Lee murmurou, tentando abrir o batom sem fazer uma bagunça.

Após uma tentativa frustrada de aplicá-lo nos lábios, Lee se afastou do espelho, com metade do batom espalhado no rosto, parecendo um verdadeiro desastre. Ele deu um passo atrás e riu nervosamente.

“Ok, isso foi… horrível. Eu definitivamente não sou uma maquiadora profissional.”

Jeongin olhou para Lee, ainda tentando caminhar de maneira mais equilibrada. “Ah, não se preocupe. Estou quase tropeçando até nos próprios pés. Batom é a menor das nossas preocupações.”

Lee suspirou, pegando um lenço para tentar corrigir o desastre. “Eu deveria ter estudado mais sobre isso antes… mas quem diria que esse negócio de mulher ia ser tão complicado?”

Depois de algum tempo, ambos se encontraram diante dos vestidos que haviam comprado. Eles se olharam, apreensivos, antes de colocar as roupas.

Jeongin vestiu um vestido de renda roxa, mas ao se olhar no espelho, ele não conseguiu esconder a surpresa. "Eu… não sei, cara, estou me sentindo como um alienígena."

Lee, por sua vez, optou por um vestido preto curto que, embora tenha ficado bom em teoria, parecia um pouco mais apertado do que ele esperava. Ele tentou fazer uma pose mais feminina, mas o resultado foi um tanto constrangedor.

"Eu não sei como as garotas conseguem andar com isso e ainda manter a postura,” Lee disse, se endireitando. “Esse vestido está apertado demais para mim."

Jeongin, tentando parecer mais confiante, olhou para o próprio reflexo e deu uma risada nervosa. "Bem, pelo menos podemos afirmar que somos 'gatas mesmo em versões femininas', não é?"

Lee tentou se ajustar mais uma vez. “Nada disso está fazendo sentido. Eu mal consigo respirar, e não sei como andar assim.”

Quando ambos finalmente se olharam, já tinham feito o melhor que podiam. Jeongin, com sua peruca loira e saltos altos, parecia estar em guerra consigo mesma a cada passo. Lee estava com o vestido apertado, tentando, em vão, manter a compostura e se acostumar com a nova aparência.

Ambos estavam visivelmente desconfortáveis, mas não havia mais tempo para mudanças. Eles haviam se transformado, por mais desajeitado e engraçado que fosse, para sobreviver à situação.

"Agora é só sair e tentar não fazer papel de idiota," Jeongin disse, se equilibrando de forma exagerada nos saltos. "Talvez a gente consiga enganar todo mundo amanhã."

Lee deu uma última olhada no espelho. “Estamos prontos, então? Vamos fazer isso.”

Jeongin riu de nervoso. "Prontos para o que vier."

Ambos haviam se esforçado para a transformação, e agora, com os saltos altos, maquiagem, perucas e vestidos ajustados, estavam prontos para a seleção da irmandade feminina na manhã seguinte. O problema? Eles estavam exaustos, frustrados e, para ser sincero, com um certo mal-estar devido à situação.

“Não sei quanto a você, mas eu estou cansado. Essa noite foi um pesadelo,” Jeongin disse, se deixando cair na cama de maneira desajeitada, tentando encontrar uma posição confortável, mas falhando miseravelmente devido ao salto. “Esses saltos são os piores acessório de moda.”

Lee, que já havia se jogado na cama ao lado, bufou em concordância. “Eu já não sei mais o que é pior: tentar me adaptar a esse disfarce ou a ideia de ficar o resto da noite aqui. Como alguém consegue dormir assim?”

Ambos olharam um para o outro, com um ar de desespero em seus rostos, mas não havia outra opção. A seleção aconteceria no dia seguinte de manhã, e a única coisa que eles podiam fazer agora era esperar.

Jeongin tentou dar uma risada, mas soou mais como um suspiro exausto. “A única coisa que eu queria era ter uma cama decente e uma noite de sono real. Ao invés disso, temos saltos, roupas apertadas e maquiagem. Isso não é vida, cara.”

Lee fechou os olhos por um momento, sentindo a dor do salto nos pés e o desconforto do vestido. “É, mas tem que ser assim. Precisamos desse lugar na irmandade, ou estamos realmente ferrados. A seleção vai ser nossa única chance de continuar na faculdade e executar o plano de descobrir quem era aquela garota e quem era o cúmplice.”

Jeongin deu uma olhada no espelho, avaliando o próprio disfarce de Jeongina. “Só de olhar para isso, parece que estamos fazendo papel de idiota. Mas é nossa única chance, então vamos pelo menos tentar. Não podemos fazer isso de qualquer jeito... temos que parecer convincente."

Lee revirou os olhos, mas deu um sorriso cansado. “Eu só queria estar na nossa fraternindade. Mas estamos aqui agora, então... vamos tentar fazer isso.”

Com um suspiro profundo, ambos se viraram para a cama, ainda vestindo as roupas de mulher, o desconforto refletido em seus rostos. Não havia mais o que fazer naquele momento, e a ansiedade pela manhã seguinte aumentava. Eles estavam sem lugar para ficar, com dinheiro limitado e apenas uma chance para conseguir algo que os sustentasse. Para piorar, não podiam tirar o disfarce, porque a seleção estava chegando. Por isso, decidiram dormir com os saltos, vestidos e maquiagem, ainda com a esperança de que a situação não piorasse.

“Dorme logo, Lee,” Jeongin disse, já deitado e tentando se acostumar com o desconforto. “Amanhã será outro dia.”

Lee olhou para o teto, lutando para dormir. “Sim, outro dia… cheio de confusão.”

Ambos tentaram fechar os olhos, mas o desconforto dos sapatos, das roupas e o estresse da situação não ajudaram. A noite parecia interminável, mas tudo o que podiam fazer agora era esperar o dia seguinte. Eles haviam se transformado, e estavam prontos para enfrentar a seleção, mesmo que a noite tivesse sido uma das mais estranhas e desconfortáveis de suas vidas.

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[ad_1] Paromita Das GG News Bureau New Delhi, 28thNovember. The 29th United Nations Climate Change Conference (COP29) in Baku turned into a pivotal moment for climate justice, with Bharat standing as a formidable advocate for the Global South. The announcement of a $300 billion annual climate finance package was celebrated by developed nations as a significant milestone in global climate action, marking an increase from the previous $100 billion annual target. However, Bharat and other developing countries dismissed it as insufficient and inequitable. For nations like Bharat, which endure the harshest impacts of climate change while contributing minimally to global emissions, the agreement appears more symbolic than substantive. As rising sea levels, intensifying weather extremes, and escalating adaptation costs strain vulnerable economies, this deal highlights the ongoing chasm between lofty commitments and the meaningful actions required to confront the climate crisis. A Promise That Falls Short of Reality At first glance, the $300 billion climate finance pledge may appear to mark progress from the $100 billion commitment of 2009. However, it pales in comparison to the estimated $1.3 trillion required annually by 2035 to tackle the climate crisis effectively. Bharat’s vocal objection echoed across the Global South, drawing support from nations like Nigeria, Malawi, and Bolivia. Nigeria bluntly dismissed the package as a “joke,” encapsulating the frustration of developing countries. Bharat further criticized the COP29 presidency for an “unfair” and “stage-managed” adoption process that disregarded dissenting perspectives. Leena Nandan, representing Bharat, highlighted the importance of a balanced approach, warning against an exclusive focus on mitigation without adequate financial and technological support for adaptation. “Climate actions by developing countries must be country-driven, in line with their circumstances,” she emphasized, urging for a framework rooted in equity and justice. Bharat’s delegation aptly described the agreement as an “optical illusion” — projecting an image of progress while falling short of addressing the magnitude of the challenge. For developing nations, the financial gap poses grave consequences. Vulnerable countries, including small island states and drought-stricken regions, face urgent needs for resources to mitigate climate impacts and adapt to rapidly changing environments. Despite its headline-grabbing nature, the $300 billion pledge offers little assurance to those already battling escalating climate disasters, leaving the promise of climate justice unfulfilled. Industrialised vs. Developing Nations: A Persistent Divide The negotiations at COP29 revealed deep divisions between industrialised and developing nations. Wealthy nations, historically responsible for the majority of greenhouse gas emissions, resisted committing additional resources, citing economic constraints. Meanwhile, developing nations argued for greater accountability and equity, given their disproportionate exposure to climate impacts. Adding to the imbalance, countries like China and oil-rich Gulf states remain outside the list of mandatory contributors. As the world’s second-largest economy, China’s exemption from binding financial commitments undermines the equity principle that has long been central to climate negotiations. This selective responsibility limits the pool of resources and hinders collective progress. The Missing Link: Transitioning to Renewables One of the most glaring omissions in the COP29 agreement is its lack of binding commitments to phase out fossil fuels and transition to renewable energy. Despite scientific consensus that carbon-intensive energy sources must be rapidly replaced, the agreement avoids addressing these critical measures. The resistance of oil-producing nations to ambitious proposals reflects the influence of entrenched interests. Without enforceable goals to triple renewable capacity

and reduce dependence on fossil fuels, the $300 billion fund risks becoming a stopgap solution rather than a catalyst for transformative change. Why the Agreement Still Matters Despite its flaws, the COP29 agreement cannot be dismissed outright. It provides a baseline for future action and keeps global climate discussions alive. While inadequate, the $300 billion commitment sets the stage for more robust negotiations at COP30, to be held in Brazil’s Amazon region — a critical battleground in the fight against climate change. The agreement also highlights the need for systemic reforms, including: Accountability Mechanisms: Ensuring timely delivery of pledged funds, learning from the failures of the earlier $100 billion target. Equitable Burden Sharing: Expanding the list of mandatory contributors to include major economies like China and the Gulf states. Binding Commitments: Establishing enforceable goals for renewable energy transitions and fossil fuel phase-outs. A Wake-Up Call for Urgent Action The COP29 climate finance deal, while symbolically significant, is far from sufficient to address the climate emergency. It reflects a world still struggling to align words with actions. For developing nations like Bharat, the agreement underscores the need for sustained advocacy for climate justice and equitable resource allocation. The global climate crisis demands urgent, collective action. Wealthy nations must recognize their historical responsibility and step up their commitments, while emerging economies like China must shoulder a fair share of the burden. Without enforceable mechanisms and a clear roadmap to limit global warming to 1.5°C, these pledges risk becoming hollow promises. Conclusion: A Fight That Must Continue The $300 billion annual climate finance agreement adopted at COP29 is a reminder that while progress has been made, it is nowhere near enough. For Bharat and other vulnerable nations, the fight for justice and accountability must intensify. As the world turns its attention to COP30 in Brazil, there is an opportunity to build on this agreement by addressing its flaws and ensuring that climate action becomes more than just a series of symbolic milestones. The cost of inaction is growing every day, and the time to act decisively is now. The climate crisis is a shared challenge, and only through collective, equitable, and enforceable action can we hope to secure a sustainable future for all.   The post Bharat Leads the Global South in Calling Out COP29’s Climate Finance “Optical Illusion” appeared first on Global Governance News- Asia's First Bilingual News portal for Global News and Updates. [ad_2] Source link