#Pakistani Old Songs

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song- aaj ki raat mere dil ki salaami lele

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Sun-kissed soul, golden hour glow, and a melody that whispers of stolen glances. A whirlwind of laughter and moments suspended in time. 🌅✨

This reel is a love letter to the carefree days, a reminder to dance with life's simple joys. 💛

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When Mohsin Naqvi said:

"Mere hathon ki lakeeron main ye aaib hai Mohsin, Main jis shakhs ko chho loon wo mera nahi rehta."

And When Jagjit Singh sang:

"Jag ne chheena mujhse, Mujhe jo bhi laga pyaara"

And when we realized "nothing lasts forever" our heart grieved for those whom we lost :')

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My headcannons for what type of music the Batfam likes lol

Bruce: 40s love songs, mostly because Thomas and Martha are lovers of old music and art it’s a call back to Batman being such an old.. old character.

He also loves really, REALLY sad songs. Just straight depressing songs, like he knows all the lyrics to like the most downright suicidal songs ever.

Dick: he listens to very upbeat music, but like EDM and rap, he also loves circus music and really ridiculously old songs he knows all the words to “the flying trapeze” by heart ❤️

Jason: unironically his favourite album is Neil Cicirega's "mouth sounds" series of albums, he also would never admit it but he listens to Kikuo constantly. he's not a "fan" of vocaloid he just likes some songs. he also constantly listens to 80s and 70s hits as a call back to his character being popular in the 80s.

Tim: worst taste in music ever, he does NOT get the aux. it's all the most popular hits of the last 4 decades, for better or worse.

he also gets all the WE jingles stuck in his head, it's so bad.

it's mostly now video game OST's he got into FNAF lore at one point and actually solved it, and then got super into the music. he relates a bit too much, he calls Jason sometimes mike because they are both undead guys hellbent on keeping kids safe from the evils of this world, and Ra's afton because the bastard always comes back. he will BLARE "I hope you die in a fire" when working a Ra's case.

Damian: despite what he holds himself to he really likes the same fandom sorta music, video game lore was the only thing that Damien and Tim talk about, they have usually ZERO free time to watch or play games they just extrapolate wtf the game is about from their friends WITH free time. that being wally and bart.

so damien has a bunch of the living tombstones, classic Chinese and arabic music but mainly Pakistani, some 80s hits. 40s love songs because bruce is right they are really good, and some mislabeled cassette tapes\CD's Damien picks up on patrol that he likes.

Steph: she didn't really get a chance to listen to much music, since Cluemaster was a dick. but she did bond and learn to love Ballet music ever since Cassandra introduced it to her, she gets whole records and albums and buys one time releases on Ebay for herself and Cassandra. otherwise she just listens to audiobooks or podcasts when working.

Cassandra: TONS of ballet music along with classic Oprah music and theatre music, she goes to plays and pirates them, she listens to every single play or theatre music she can get her hands on. she listens to "rocky horror picture show" "the guy who didn't like musicals" "Coppélia" "Jesus Christ superstar" "The Mousetrap" any and everything. she adores it all, she and Steph are constantly looking for more records and plays to watch and pirate.

Barbara: weirdly enough 60s music, Jim rubbed off on her and she honestly just listens to all sorts of 60s sounding music, she had a Elvis phase where she just was constantly listening to Elvis, eventually she found out there was a TON of other 60s and 70s black artists who were ripped off by Elvis and started listening to them, she then eventually got into punk rock and rock and roll.

Harper: she is fully into the Gotham punk music scene, she literally is one of the biggest supporters of the Gotham punk scene. only random punk song CD's, videos she converted into CD's, old gothamite punk songs on vinyl, digital releases, she just has so much merch half she made herself and half she bought, she is the epitome of Gotham punk fan. she actually has a whole ass internet archive account dedicated to JUST Gotham punk.

Duke: weirdly he loves very ethereal and bright peppy music, only instrumentals though, listens to the weirdcore playlists on YouTube listens to corecore, he just has very strange music tastes.

sometimes he forgets his entire playlist is filled with weirdly ethereal music and the rest of the batfam get so confused, and think Jean-paul is blaring church music again.

Jean-Paul: only church music, he has the most bland music tastes, he sometimes listens to catholic metal or something when he's working but other than that he just blares organ music and mass and church music, everyone tries to tell him that he CAN LISTEN TO ANYTHING ELSE. PLEASE. but he just doesn't lol.

Thomas: he listens to 40s love songs and old Sicilian and Italian songs, he's a old fart, he loves old movie soundtracks.

William Cobb: circus music only circus music, late 1880s and 1950s circus music. it sounds like a clown house and it triggers the shit out of bruce.

Jarro: he's a baby, he has no actual opinions the batfam put on nursery rhymes andcoco melon

and the rest (carrie, Bernard, huntress and the other ones)

I have 0 idea I have not read enough comics to figure it out lol

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New Releases for the Week of October 29, 2024

This is definitely a fantastic week. There are five fantasies we're watching for in new releases.

For She is Wrath by Emily Varga Wednesday Books

A sweeping, Pakistani romantic fantasy retelling of The Count of Monte Cristo, where one girl seeks revenge against those who betrayed her—including the boy she used to love.

Three hundred and sixty-four days. Framed for a crime she didn’t commit, Dania counts down her days in prison until she can exact revenge on Mazin, the boy responsible for her downfall, the boy she once loved—and still can’t forget. When she discovers a fellow prisoner may have the key to exacting that vengeance–a stolen djinn treasure–they execute a daring escape together and search for the hidden treasure.

Armed with dark magic and a new identity, Dania enacts a plan to bring down those who betrayed her and her family, even though Mazin stands in her way. But seeking revenge becomes a complicated game of cat and mouse, especially when an undeniable fire still burns between them, and the power to destroy her enemies has a price. As Dania falls deeper into her web of traps and lies, she risks losing her humanity to her fight for vengeance–and her heart to the only boy she’s ever loved.

The Witch of Wol Sin Lake (Sacred Bone #2) by Lena Jeong HarperCollins

In the sequel to And Break the Pretty Kings, crown princess Mirae continues to unravel her tangled future in order to save her queendom—perfect for fans of This Savage Song and Six Crimson Cranes.

After her fraught journey to save her queendom, Mirae has finally cast the Netherking back into his dark cage in the Deep.

But his imprisonment brings her no peace—because in his final schemes, the Netherking managed to possess her beloved older brother, Minho, and it is his body that languishes in the Deep, tormented by his possessor.

Mirae is determined to free her brother and destroy the Netherking once and for all. But when the Netherking steals the all-powerful pearl of Seolla, all of Mirae’s careful plans are destroyed. She must set out once more to stop him, slipping in and out of the future with her divine powers as she races a path to the heavens itself.

When she discovers the truth about the Netherking’s intentions and learns that the only way to destroy him is with a sacrifice larger than she can bear, Mirae begins to doubt her free will and even the fate of the entire peninsula and the gods beyond.

Dark and thrilling, this action-packed sequel to And Break the Pretty Kings pulls readers deeper into its captivating world of lavish, fantastical magic and dangerous secrets, as Mirae faces overwhelming odds to save her queendom—and an impossible choice.

The Ancient’s Game by Loni Crittenden HarperCollins

Alchemy and ancient spirits come to life in this debut fantasy inspired by African diasporic folklore and the 1920s World Fair, wherein sixteen-year-old Kellan DuCuivre, an orphan from a reviled class, must compete for a coveted apprenticeship among the nation’s elite in order to save her adoptive father from a twisted fate.

Sixteen-year-old Kellan DuCuivre is the descendant of traitors. She never knew her family members or which one of them betrayed the isle of Nanseau. But like all Du orphaned after the war, Kellan is forbidden by law from practicing makecraft, the trade of carving magic into metal that was perfected by the Guild of Engineers and their maker apprentices. No one can know that Kellan has been using makecraft in secret and that, in the wake of a tragic miscarve, she’s been helping her adoptive father, Edgar, run his celebrated makeshop.

But Edgar’s condition is worsening, and his shop is on the brink of ruin. On the eve of the Eighty-Fourth Annual Makers’ Exposition in Nanseau’s sparkling city of Riz, Kellan is thrust into the Guild’s twisted web of political intrigue and ancient secrets when she strikes a dangerous deal with one of its members to save Edgar and his shop. Now Kellan must compete in a rigorous gauntlet against the nation’s elite for a coveted spot as a maker’s apprentice.

But danger lurks at every turn. And as Kellan falls into a budding relationship with the illegitimate son from one of Nanseau’s most revered families, she’s put into the limelight when something sinister begins targeting the Gauntlet’s competitors and wreaking havoc on Riz. Amid a crumbling city and a ticking clock, winning the Gauntlet won’t just be a test of survival—it will mean pulling back the veil of secrets behind the Guild and uncovering the shrouded legacies of Nanseau itself.

Warrior of Legend (Heromaker, #2) by Kendare Blake Quill Tree Books

Reed is officially a member of the immortal order of the Aristene. She even has a new name: Machianthe. It’s everything she’s ever dreamed of—so why isn’t she happy?

Maybe it’s because every hero she helps can only find glory at the cost of their life. Or maybe it’s because she can’t stop thinking about the prince she left behind.

Now Reed looks for any opportunity to help with low-risk hero’s trials. And a princess looking for a glorious marriage? Nothing could be less dangerous. But Hestion is one of the suitors, and while Reed is occupied trying to win him back, an old danger is gaining strength.

To battle the growing threat, the Aristene must band together, but the order has never been more divided. Will Reed be able to survive this war with her chosen family and her heart intact?

The Civilization by K.M. Mckenzie Iskanchi Press

At 17, Kadsa is tired of traveling with her grandpa in search of their lost, mystical home world. She yearns for college, friends, and a stable home. Discovering lies about her identity through online research, she decides to break free from her grandpa and seek the truth. Just as she embraces her newfound autonomy, her grandfather is kidnapped. On a perilous mission to save him, Kadsa enters a realm of dark forces, ancient deities, and looming annihilation. She must confront pressing questions: What role does her grandfather play in this world’s fate? Does she have the courage to be its savior? This tale is a transformative odyssey exploring resilience, the quest for truth, and the indomitable spirit of youth.

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Bad Idea

Full Pedro Masterlist

No this is not inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s song

Warnings: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. Smut: unprotected p in v sex (do what you want, heathens); oral (f receiving); biting; Dieter gives a pussy she/her pronouns; “choking”; Dieters a menace. Reader works at the hotel and just can’t follow literally one of the only rules DONT FUCK THEM

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You never really fawned over celebrities before, you never really understood the hype, they were just normal people that made it onto tv more often than most normal people. Anyway, that’s what you used to think, but being the concierge of a fancy ass hotel in England quickly taught you otherwise.

Sure, celebrities wanted you to think they were normal, just regular people milling through their day with an annoying boss- their bosses were in fact annoying- but these people were far from normal, most of them had absolutely insane views, or requested absolutely ridiculous things from you or the other hotel workers. And they never fucking tipped. Ever.

So, the ‘do not fuck them’ rule was never really a problem for you, sure your favorite celebrity would come in, you’d get the butterflies and the nervous feelings- and then they opened their mouth and they were just… horrible, and any infatuation you’d had for them would be gone immediately.

When you heard a whole slew of them would be bubbling in the hotel you worked at, you seriously considered completely resigning from the job altogether and finding a new one, you didn’t want to be stuck in a hotel with those people for three months! Filling their ridiculous requests and making them feel good about themselves when they inevitably crash, because they always do.

Ronjon, though, had somehow managed to convince you not to, and now here you were, standing at the front desk of the hotel as the actors got taken care of outside before coming in. It was the Cliffbeasts cast and crew, Cliffbeasts, while it was an okay movie, ultimately did… nothing for you because you really would rather just go watch Jurassic Park.

Not to mention the cast of the Cliffbeasts movies made you want to shoot yourself in the face. Sean Knox was a “wellness guru” though something felt fishy there to you, like maybe he didn’t believe in it or something, or maybe like it was a cult. Carol Cobb.. you weren’t sure why you didn’t like her, she was a decent actress.. well despite that half-Pakistani half-Israeli role she’d recently done but you couldn’t really blame her for that… could you? Lauren Van Champ… you really really didn’t like Lauren, her nasally cry thing was annoying, her Cliffbeasts accent was just… too harsh, and her all around… everything just made you not like her. Her husband Dustin Mulray was a class A fucking asshole, drunk and disorderlies, screaming at old ladies, he was even seen flipping off a seven year old one time.

Krystal Kris was a new face to the movies, a young girl famous on TikTok for her choreography.. if you can call swaying your ass back and forth choreography. Howie Frangopolous was a good actor with some truly comedic gold lines, though a bit hot headed according to tabloids.

And then there was Dieter Bravo. Dieter was probably the only one that didn’t put on a show for people, didn’t try to make his life seem more or less fabulous, he didn’t dress up for anything that wasn’t a tv interview or an award show, though you figured if he could dress like a hobo to those things he probably would.

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You’d heard Dieter was a man whore, giving himself over to any woman or guy that was willing to lay under or on top of him. So, you expected him to be.. less than appropriate. Maybe a scandalous comment here and there, or sultry looks, you didn’t know, but you were determined to stick your ground and not fall into any traps.

That proved difficult, though, because it seemed like every time you went to Dieter’s room to collect a service tray, or bring him food or clean towels, he wanted a serving platter once and hasn’t returned it yet, he was pretty much fucking naked, door flung all the way open with his arms stretched out, sometimes in a bathrobe, other times in a wool brown robe you often thought about feeling anywhere on your skin that wasn’t your fingertips. Always with a cheeky, sexual grin as he tried to coax you into his chamber of pleasure, you’d decline with a comment about him having a fist and internet before practically sprinting away from him.

You’d tried not to be around him too much if you didn’t have to go to his room, feeling your resolve crack each time he’d flash you that stupid fucking smile that made your heart palpitate. The stars were having dinner together tonight though so you wouldn’t be able to avoid him like you’d hoped.

You walked over to him and Carol when you noticed he didn’t have any water and motioned to his water class with the pitcher in your hand. “Would you like some more?” Dieter looked over at you quickly and grinned over the top of his sunglasses. “Yes. Please.” He reached for his water quickly and extended it out to you, gazing up at you with those big brown eyes.

God you had to get away from him, away from this room, before your resolve completely shattered and you were begging him to just take you right then and there. Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. Repeated in your head like a mantra as you poured his water and then rushed away from him, feeling your face start to warm up under his heated gaze.

Dieter stared at you like that all night, like he knew something you didn’t know and it was driving you crazy. At the end of the dinner you rushed to help clean everything up as the actors started to file out of the room. Dieter, though, hung by the entry way, watching you as you scampered around the dining area.

When you made your way out you stopped in front of Dieter and put on your most professional smile. “What can I get for you, Dieter.” Dieter looked down at you and tilted his head a little.

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” Your eyes widened and you jerked your head behind you to make sure your coworkers hadn’t heard, opening and closing your mouth before looking at Dieter. “That’s unprofessional, Dieter.” You stuttered, trying to move past him.

He followed you, though, and continued. “That wasn’t a no.” He looked at you and you sighed, shaking your head. “It’s a bad idea.” “Again, that’s not a no.” You sighed harder this time and stopped, turning to face him. “Do you actually want to have sex with me or just sex with something?” Dieter opened and closed his mouth and you raised a brow. “Find me with an answer and I’ll give you mine.” “Yours?” Dieter perked up and his eyes fell to your crotch. You scoffed and slapped under his chin. “My answer.” You rolled your eyes. “Now go to your room and take a cold shower or something.”

“Cold showers don’t work.” Dieter grumbled as he slouched away, bath robe swinging side to side with a big pout on his face. You shook your head and went back to doing your work, rubbing your wrist against your forehead.

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Two days later Dieter was asking for chocolate strawberries and rosé to be brought to his room- by you specifically. When you got to his room you tapped your knuckles against it and hummed as you waited for him to open the door.

When he opened it, he actually had pants on this time, well not pants, more like those dress shorts you usually hated on men but… they looked good on Dieter. And of course, he had on that brown robe again. He looked godly, really.

“Hi. Come in.” Dieter stepped to the side quickly and you raised a brow before stepping into the room a when he motioned you in before closing the door. You looked at the door, and then Dieter.

“I thought about what you said.” He nodded and sat on the sofa, patting the cushion next to him. This is a bad idea. Echoed in your head as you slowly set the strawberries and rosé down, sitting down next to him even slower as you pressed your hands into your skirt. “Okay…”

You didn’t actually expect him to think about it. You thought maybe he’d give up the chase and try to find someone else in the hotel or maybe finally cave in and just fuck his god damn fist- no such luck, though.

“I thought about it a lot. Like a lot. I haven’t slept. Well I slept but only for like thirty minutes and then I dreamt about it.” You blinked and motioned for him to continue. “Okay…” he nodded. “I wanna have sex with you. Anybody else is just confident. Around.” He shrugged. “Besides… I’ve wanted to taste you since the second I walked into the hotel.”

You widened your eyes a little and let out a little scoff. “What?” “That’s why I keep asking people if they wanna have sex. I keep thinking about you. About how your pussy would taste. How she looks. Fuck I bet she’s pretty.” His eyes are glued to your skirt now, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as you looked anywhere but at him because you had one sliver of resolve left and you could already feel it starting to slip away right into Dieter’s thick fingers for him to just completely obliterate.

“Dieter you can’t-“ Dieter was in your personal space now, practically sitting on you but not necessarily in your face or anything. “Bet she glitters like fucking gold when she’s all wet and waiting for somebody’s cock.” And then his hand is sliding under your skirt and his lips are on your neck. “I bet she’s soft and warm and tight. I bet she’ll flutter like a fucking butterfly when I finally let her cum.” And that was it.

You whined and grabbed Dieter’s wrist to push his hand under your skirt, taking a deep breath when his large warm hand settled over your panties, already wet with your arousal. Dieter groaned low in his chest before slipping his hand into your panties and resuming his assault on your neck, getting more aggressive.

“Need you to say it.” He shifted so he was turned towards you better. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” He nipped at your jawline lightly, causing you to shudder as your eyelids fluttered, moaning softly. “Dieter- need you to fuck me. Please.” You scratched his forearm lightly. “Please.”

Dieter pulled away and was quickly tugging your blouse of your skirt and started yanking it over your head before kissing your chest, biting down on the flesh of your left breast. You yelped a little and looked down at him as he slid his tongue over the bite and grinned before lifting you up so he could unzip your skirt before tugging it down.

Once he had your clothes off and you were sitting there in your bra and panties, he stood up and put his hands on his hips, getting a good at you. “Fuck you look gorgeous.” He mumbled, licking his lips before leaning down and slamming his lips against yours.

You pushed into the kiss eagerly and let out a soft moan, grabbing his robe and pulling him down on top of you, pressing up against him. Dieter moaned happily and pressed his hips down into yours eagerly, letting out a shuttery breath.

“Gotta taste you. Fuck. I’ve been wanting to taste you.” He reached behind you to unhook your bra, nipping lightly at your nipples before trailing down your torso and to where he really wanted to be.

“She’s crying for me, baby. You shouldn’t deprive a lady of what she wants.” Dieter shook his head and pulled your panties down, groaning happily and closing his eyes before pressing his face deep into your pussy.

You gasped and looked down at him with wide eyes, moaning loudly and gripping the couch cushions tightly, trembling a little. “Dieter- fuck.” You pushed your hips up into his mouth and whined softly, looking down at him.

Dieter peered up at you through his lashes, humming happily and sucking on your clit like a pacifier. Your back arched as you gasped loudly, moaning as your eyelids fell shut, dropping your head back as you rocked your hips up into his mouth eagerly, your hands moving from the cushions to his hair when he slid his tongue into you and started fucking you with it.

You’d never really enjoyed oral before, most guys that tried were rushing so they could get to their prize, bury themselves in you and then never call you again. Dieter, though, Dieter ate pussy like his life absolutely depended on whether or not you came. His tongue massaged every inch eagerly but not too eager to the point where he was rushed and sloppy.

His movements were calculated, lips moving like he was having the most intense make out session, sloppy wet sounds mixing with his moans and groans, fingernails dug deep into your skin. He was actually enjoying it, his own hips pushing against the air as he looked up at you with those big brown eyes, whining and begging you to cum on his tongue.

It wasn’t long before your brows furrowed and your mouth fell open, her legs shaking and closing around his head as you came with a loud cry of his name, trembling a little and tangling your fingers tightly in the hair on the back of his head, keeping him in place even if he made no movements to pull away.

After a moment, though, he tapped your thigh and you felt your cheeks warm up more than they already. Your skin was practically on fire, already a little damp from the exertion. You slowly opened your legs and Dieter pulled up with a small gasp, panting softly as he grinned cheekily, face shiny with your juices.

You blinked rapidly as you looked at him and shifted a little. “Knew she tasted good. Taste.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours tightly, pulling you closer to him as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned happily and tangled your tongue with his. Dieter wasn’t really the type to wipe his face, instead opting for leaving your juices there, sliding his tongue wherever he could get it on his face before he was picking you up and carrying you over to his bed.

You yelped when he threw you down on it and laughed as you looked up at him. “Keep it on.” You said quickly when he went to take off the coat, raising a brow at you. “What?”

“I…” you huffed. “You come to the door naked in the coat constantly and you’re not gonna fuck me in it?” You pouted. “A little lack-luster if you ask me, Dieter.”

Dieter blinked and slowly let go of the coat with a grin, humming. “Alright.” He moved down to his shorts and undid them before pushing them down- commando- you expected nothing less from him.

“God I’ve been dreaming about this since I got here. Been wanting to bury myself in this warm pussy.” Dieter purred and kissed you deeply as he pushed your legs apart and slotted himself between them, grinding against you but not quite sliding in yet.

“Please, Dieter. Need you.” You begged, grabbing his shoulders under the jacket as you peered up at him, trying to tug him closer. “Can’t stop thinking about it. Please.”

Dieter grinned and chuckled a little as he started kissing your neck. “So impatient.” “Says the guys who’s been begging me to fuck him for three weeks.” Dieter laughed again and lifted up so he could watch as he grabbed the base of his dick and guided it into you slowly, groaning happily.

“Look at how hungry she is.” He mumbled softly, sliding his thumb over your clit slowly. “Swallowing me up so good. Didn’t even need to stretch her out.” He ran his hands over you slowly, pulling out and then sliding back in, groaning. “God it looks so pretty. Fuck. Got me all soaked already.” He dropped his head back as he bottomed out, eyelids fluttering as he closed them.

“Dieter~” you whimpered, you were honestly surprised you hadn’t needed any stretching, Dieter was definitely the biggest guy you’d been with, not in just one aspect but individually you’ve been with men that compared either girth wise or length wise. But you’d never been with someone as long and as girthy as Dieter, your legs shook as you hooked them around his waist, sliding under the coat as you whined.

“Fuck you feel so good.” Dieter groaned into your neck, starting to bite and suck on your neck. “Harder- Dieter, harder. Please.” You begged him, tugging him closer and leaning up to kiss him eagerly as he started fucking into you harder, huffing softly.

“Listen to you, baby. You sound so fucking pretty- fuck- gonna have to keep you around huh?” He kissed your jaw lightly, nudging his nose against your cheek lightly. “Would you like that? You can come live with me in Sherman Oaks, have your own room- fuck- your own house if you want one. Never have to work again just be my little play thing- fuuuck.” Dieter whimpered when your nails dug into his shoulders, a gasp falling from your lips when he brushed your gspot.

“Dieter-“ “aww I know, sweet girl.” Dieter purred, kissing your cheek gently. “Feels good, huh?” He angled his hips to hit your gspot with each thrust, groaning with the way you were fluttering around him, shuddering as you nodded your head rapidly. “Yes. Fuck it feels so good, Dieter.” You whined, rocking your hips with his before gasping when he shoved your hips down into the mattress.

“Stay still, sweet girl. You just sit there, look pretty, and feel good.” Dieter hummed, nipping lightly at your jawline as you nodded eagerly, not even sure what you were agreeing to as you felt his thumb press into your clit, the rest of his hand splayed over your mons pubis, his fingertips grazing your midriff as your head fell back, the pressure of his hand pressing down caused everything to feel ten times stronger than it already did.

You looked up at Dieter and saw him watching his hand with an astonished look on his face. “W-why are you making that face?” You whimpered softly as Dieter chuckled. “Can feel my dick through your stomach, gorgeous.” He licked his lips. “Fuck. Let me keep you, baby. Please.” He begged, looking from your stomach to your eyes.

“Wanna be able to fuck this pretty pussy whenever I want to. God.” He dropped his head back for a second and snapped his hips harder into you. “Gonna let me? Please, please, please.” He moaned and pressed his hand harder against your stomach, making you whimper and scream his name as that coil in your stomach snapped and heat spread across your body, legs tightening around Dieter to pull him closer.

“Fuck- yes, Dieter. Don’t ever wanna stop doing this.” You whined and arched your back. Dieter gasped softly and moaned before leaning down and kissing you eagerly, moaning and pushing his tongue into your mouth as he came, pushing deep inside you as his muscles shook.

You slid your arms through the jacket and wrapped them tightly around Dieter’s middle to keep him close, nudging his nose against your cheek before covering you in kisses and little licks like he was a kitten.

You laid like that for a while, Dieter keeping himself hovered over you as he smothered you in kisses. Slowly, he moved off of you and laid next to you, laying on his side so he can look at you, a dopey smile on his face.

You felt a little awkward under his stare, slowly starting to fold your arms over your chest until he stopped you, grabbing your arms and pulling you close to him, kissing your knuckles. “Did you mean it?” He asked curiously and you looked at him, furrowing your brows. “About moving to Sherman Oaks with me.” He lifted on his elbow, looking down at you a little giddy as his fingertips drew patterns on your stomach, trailing up your chest and to your neck before grabbing it lightly at the sides.

“Want you to move in with me. Be my little housewife.” He bit his lip as he ran his eyes over your face, he looked a little nervous. You swallowed thickly, opening and closing your mouth before you nodded slowly.

“Okay.” You said softly. The idea of living with Dieter did seem nice, especially if this was something that was going to happen on any kind of basis, day to day or otherwise. “I wanna live with you.”

He perked up and grinned widely. “Yeah?” He shifted so he was sitting up now, his hand pressed down against your collarbone as you laughed softly and nodded, cheeks warm. “Yeah.”

Dieter grinned and leaned in to kiss you deeply, you yelped a little and giggled as you kissed him back, closing his eyes and laying your hands on his cheeks. “Good.” He laid beside you again, pulling you tight against his side as he nuzzled your neck, slinging his other arm around you and hugging you tightly.

You didn’t peg him for the cuddling type, though now that you were wrapped up in the octopus-like limbs of Dieter Bravo, it made sense he would cling to you like this, physical touch seemed to be a big thing for him, something he was always craving.

On some sort of sub-level you understood, being an only child with parents that would rather work and drop you with nannies you knew all about not getting the love and affection children craved and required.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Maybe you and Dieter could be good for eachother.

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Shaboozey is an American singer-songwriter and musician who was born on May 9, 1995. His 2024 hit song "A Bar Song (Tipsy)" has made him well-known and is currently at the top of music charts in a number of nations worldwide. His distinct musical style, which skillfully combines elements of hip-hop, country, rock, and Americana, has earned him recognition. Read about He his early years, education, career, songs, personal life, net worth, and ethnicity in this article.

Shaboozey Real Name

Shaboozey’s real name, Shabir Awan, reflects his cultural heritage and roots. In order to establish a distinctive persona in the music business. The diverse musical genres he was exposed to while growing up in Lahore. He lyrics are relatable to his audience because they frequently reference personal experiences. The music industry demonstrates his skill and commitment, making him a well-known personality in modern hip-hop.

Shaboozey Biography

Full NameCollins Obinna ChibuezeReal NameShabir AwanDate of BirthMay 9, 1995Place of BirthFairfax, Virginia, USAAge29 (as of 2024)NationalityAmericanEthnicityNigerian-AmericanZodiac SignTaurusFamilyRaised by Nigerian parents; further family details are privateEducationGar-Field High School, Woodbridge, VirginiaCareerSinger, songwriter, producer, and filmmaker Major CollaborationsFeatured on Beyoncé’s Cowboy Carter album (2024),GenresMixes hip-hop, country, rock, and Americana influencesNotable Works“Winning Streak” (2017), “Start a Riot” (2018, featured in Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse soundtrack), “A Bar Song (Tipsy)”Net WorthEstimated around $1 million as of 2024HeightApproximately 5 ft 11 inEye ColorBrownHair ColorBlackGenderMaleSocial Media PresenceActive on platforms such as Instagram and Twitter, where he engages fans and promotes his work Shaboozey Early Life, Age and Education

He real name is Collins Obinna Chibueze, was born on May 9, 1995, in Fairfax, Virginia, to Nigerian parents. His early years in Woodbridge, Virginia, were marked by the inspiration he received from watching music videos on 106 & Park. He had a rich tapestry of experiences in his early years. It influenced his distinct creative vision. Discover the origins of his creativity by delving into his past. He is 29 years old as of 2024. He received his formal education in Nigeria at a boarding school. Additionally, he went to Virginia's Garfield High School. Place of Birth and Family

BirthplaceFairfax, VirginiaFamily SupportStrong and EncouragingCultural InfluencesDiverse and Rich He was born in Fairfax, Virginia, a thriving city. His upbringing was significantly influenced by this location. His family served as a vital source of encouragement and support. He has family was influenced by many different cultures. His love of art and music was fostered by his parents. His creative spirit is also shared by his siblings.

Shaboozey Ethnicity

Shaboozey is a Nigerian-American. He was born in the United States while his parents are Nigerian. 

Shaboozey Net Worth

Although Shaboozey's precise net worth has not been made public, industry estimates range from $1 million to $5 million. His music career, which has brought him recognition and a growing fortune, is the main source of his income.

Shaboozey Profession/Career

First Steps In Music

Shaboozey has established a prosperous career as a singer and rapper, renowned for his inventive music and captivating live performances. As he has grown in popularity and recognition over the years, his net worth has increased significantly. He works in a variety of musical fields, such as songwriting and performing. His unique style appeals to a wide range of listeners by fusing elements of modern hip-hop with traditional Pakistani music. He brand and wealth have also increased as a result of his active participation on social media, which has enabled him to interact with fans. Credit - https://www.youtube.com/@shaboozeyvevo Initial Struggles

The music business is hard and competitive, and he had trouble finding his voice. He had a lot of setbacks and rejections. He persisted in his resolve in spite of these obstacles. Every rejection served as a teaching moment for him. He found allies in perseverance and fortitude. The following are some of the main challenges encountered: - Discovering a distinctive sound. - Acquiring recognition in the industry. - Getting past financial obstacles. - How to handle rejection. - Keeping music and personal life in balance. Social Media Profile PlatformLinkWikipediaClick HereInstagramClick Here In conclusion Understanding Shaboozey's character takes on a new meaning after learning his true name. Fans who are aware of this detail feel a stronger bond. For more fascinating information about your favorite musicians, continue exploring. For more information and updates on well-known figures, stay tuned. FAQ Q1. Why is Shaboozey so popular?Ans. Shaboozey so popular combine country with hip-hop feels like a American singer-songwriter and musician rapper, renowned for his inventive music and captivating live performances.Q2. What is Shaboozey full name?Ans. Shaboozey full name is Collins Obinna Chibueze.Q3. When did Shaboozey become famous?Ans. He first gained attention for his 2018 song "Start a Riot," featured on the "Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse" soundtrack.Q4. Is Shaboozey country music?Ans. Shaboozey Rising country music star.Q5.  What is Shaboozey net worth of 2024?Ans. He his estimates net worth range from $1 million to $5 million as of 2024.Q6. What is Shaboozey height and weight?Ans. Shaboozey is 5”11 “ height and his weight is 70 kg approximately. Also Read: - Ruby Drew Biography, Age, Height, Wiki, Net Worth, Boyfriend - Sophie Reynolds Biography, Height, Age, Family, Boyfriend and Net Worth - Sarah Drew Biography, Height, Age, Family, Boyfriend and Net Worth - Stephanie Poetri Biography, Height, Age, Family, Boyfriend and Net Worth - Leslie Mann Biography, Height, Age, Family, Boyfriend and Net Worth Read the full article

[artzychic27]

In Scarlet Beetle, how will Kim and Max react to Rolland’s racism? I know it will not be pretty

How will Nathaniel react to Rolland’s racism also?

I have been waiting for this!

Nooroo: Nathaniel! Why’d you akumatize him? He seems awful!

Nathaniel: It’s quite simple, Nooroo. I want Scarlet Beetle and Ikati Black to kick his racist old ass.

Nooroo: Ooh… Valid

—

Bakerix: *Says something racist*

Scarlet Beetle: …

Ikati Black: …

Parisians: …

Monarch: …

Scarlet Beetle: Did this old-as-dirt motherfucker just call me-

Ikati Black: Okay, fuck his age. I’m gonna put this bitch in the ground.

—

Mendeleiv’s class annoying Bakerix just by being themselves

Simon: I’m an Irish Catholic demiboy dating a Cuban female-presenting nonbinary bodybuilder who can bench press me while I am constantly on my phone!

Marc: I’m a gay as fuck teenager boy with the looks models kill for! Also, I wear makeup!

Ismael: And it is I! A transgender Pakistani boy in a platonic relationship with my friend who is a Lesbian!

Reshma: But get this! I am Demiromantic! And here to explain is our gender-nonconforming friend who is an actor!

Jean: Today’s song is about the AroAce spectrum while my good friend Cosette annoys you with facts about the first black President of the United States! Well~

Cosette: *Random Obama facts*

—

After Bakerix calls Aya and a few of her customers a degrading name (Because he a fucking racist. Let’s all say it), Monarch appears in his hologram form and revokes the Akuma right in front of them all

Rolland: Who do you think you are?!

Monarch: … I'm a Jewish whore, currently enjoying premarital sex with my atheist Latinx boyfriend who interns at a Planned Parenthood where the dress codes requires men to wear dresses and they give hormones to disabled homeless trans veterans for free. So, hail Satan, and have a lovely afternoon, sir.

[newnlovesjennie]

masterpost !!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ im an 18 yr old pakistani in nyc <3 prns: she/her … dm 2 be friends !!

request info (they’re open!)

! no oc stuff, no real people, no inc3st, no p3do stuff

! i can do reader insert stuff !! i can write smut !! fandoms i will write for include: one piece, naruto, bnha, nge, jjk, bsd, kny, csm, fe3h

headcanons:

op hcs: how they propose (with luffy, zoro, sanji and usopp)

op hcs: having a self care day with them (with zoro, sanji, and usopp)

op hcs: taking a shower with them (with luffy, zoro, sanji, nami and usopp)

songs i associate with the strawhats (with usopp and sanji)

op hcs: what kind of music do they listen to? (with all strawhats)

one piece hs au- do they do drugs? (with luffy, nami, usopp, sanji and zoro)

one piece prom headcanons (with luffy, zoro, nami, usopp and sanji)

au where nothing wrong happened (with nami, law, zoro and robin)

writings:

i feel i'm falling in love with all my heart (sanji/reader)

make love as soft as cinnamon (sanji/reader)

midnight rain (sanji/nami)

never let go (sasuke/sakura)

whoever said it’s better to love and lose never loved and lost you (kaworu/shinji)

colorings:

one piece group art

frobin clips

robin

[padfootswhiskers]

5, 6, 8 and 10 please :)

hi! thank you for the ask! i'm from india.

5. favourite song in your native language?

technically, my mother tongue is tamil, and though i do listen to the occasional tamil song i don't consider it to be a language i'm very fluent in. but. it is much easier to pick my favourite song in this language than in hindi. so here goes

absolute fav tamil song of all time = "enna solla pogirai" by shankar mahadevan

6. most hated song in your native language?

man, this is hard. the hindi film industry's been going through this horrible and extremely long phase of remixing old bangers and making them absolutely terrible. the "pasoori" remix was pretty shit. as is almost everything himesh reshamiya composes. although some of his songs are so ridiculous that they end up being good, so he has that going on for him. special mention to "tandoori nights"

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?

i haven't travelled much outside the country, but i have been mistaken for being pakistani before, BY other indians. within india, people tend to think "i don't look south indian" whatever that means lol

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

this is like being asked to choose my favourite child. i think i'm most partial to using 'madarchod' which plainly means motherfucker, but it rolls off the tongue so much better. i also like 'chutiya' and 'gaandu' quite a bit, but they're more terms of endearments to me than actual insults

“hi, I’m not from the US” ask set

[thevividgreenmoss]

I had a couple of friends (my only two friends really lol which two is far far above my historical average for friends, one is above the historical average if we're being Real) over last night to see the movie I made with my cats/co-directors and I made little tickets/keepsakes for both of them lol

Since the first short I randomly slapped together back in January which eventually ended up being incorporated into what this ended up being I liked the idea of keeping this as something I primarily just directly share with people in my own living room, like the only reason I initially put this shit online anywhere is to have an easy way to share it on here with you all in case it's of interest to anyone lol but idk like there's no way to make even five dollars off of this since I don't have the rights to any of the music playing in the background and huge chunks of certain songs/albums are in the shit lmao like almost half an hour of D'Angelo - Voodoo lmfao but like. it cost me literally nothing to make this, I shot the entire thing on my phone and cut it together on my laptop using open source software so there isn't even any cost to recoup so why not include the music I was already listening to ig and past that just share it with directly with anyone that's willing to sit through it

Back in May I was talking to one of my neighbors who is also one of the neighborhood plugs who also raps a little bit just for the fuck of it "I dont make money off music, I'm a trapper for real" (slightly paraphrased it was almost a year ago at this point), but I actually fuck with his music and listened to it of my own volition after he initially directly played a track for me and our other neighbor and the other day I was over to reup and was like 1) I made a movie off your product so truly thank you cause this doesnt happen otherwise and 2) if you check it out and anything jumps out at you we can work on a music video along those lines if you're down which who knows if we'll do that but personally I'd love to. Then he asked me why I haven't been fasting lmao, remembering that I also didn't fast last year. And that led to talking about god and history and america and the whites. He was telling me a bit about another Pakistani guy that buys from him, showed me a picture of the dude, standing with (presumably although I can't say for sure) his father and grandfather.

The picture he showed me, everything he said has been stuck in my head since. The three smiling desi faces, if I had to guess either fellow Kashmiris if not that maybe Pathaan, but especially the old man's face recalling of course my nana's. I wish I could've made a movie in Lahore with him. I do want to make one with my mom, I was thinking of incorporating clips of a walk around the creek at my parent's neighborhood with her into this video but I ended up going a different direction but I do think it could be worth it's own standalone piece. But I do want to do more of these and the process by which it came together is definitely something accessible to everyone like everyone can do this I feel, if anyone wants. But I personally do want to make one with my mom if she's down.

A few days before that aforementioned day in late May I read Prince's unfinished autobiography and among a million things in there that I have not been able to stop seeing or thinking of was what? The way he opened the first chapter with the image of his mother's eyes - the first thing 👁 saw.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Indian Grover and Pakistani Grace siblings.

All of em just reinacting the old dramas that Beryl starred in back in the 80's.

Grover playing the songs on his reed pipes and Thalia and Jason laughing mid line.

Beryl was a popular startlett but their became a time where the dramas she was in were pretty bad.

And it's a very healing experience for Thalia and Jason to mock them.

They look at her good stuff when their homesick, watching them in near silence.

Somehow it's harder seeing her at her best.

Before Zeus.

Before Jupiter.

Before the alcohol.

It's like watching two different people.

On those watches they all curl up together on a sofa and drink chai together.

Just enjoying the feeling of not being alone.

[alba17]

Friday I'm In Love (My Beautiful Laundrette fanvid)

Edited by : @alba17 Song: Friday I’m in Love Artist: The Cure

Life in Thatcher's England can be hard, but love finds a way. Made for @tafadhali for @festivids​ 2022

My Beautiful Laundrette is a great little movie from 1985 about Omar, an ambitious young Londoner of Pakistani background who reunites with his old street punk friend, Johnny (an early role for Daniel Day-Lewis). They team up to revive a moldering laundrette and fall in love. The movie also is about Omar’s extended family, the Pakistani immigrant experience, and the frustrations and anti-immigrant attitudes of young, white working-class Londoners. It’s funny, sweet, moving and shocking all at once. It’s matter-of-fact treatment of a gay relationship was unusual for the time and is one of the things that makes it so enjoyable.

In the US, it’s available on HBO Max. Directed by Stephen Frears, written by Hanif Kureishi, both of whom would become highly successful.

[appalachiasferaldaughter]

11

Ding Bursar email finding me dreadful, fuck the financial aid office.

My bill is lighter for my senior year, which I am thankful for: I don’t have to take out loans but it’s still too much and I must use a credit card fuuuuu— I just paid it off.

How am I supposed to pay down loans and credit card bills with just a part-time job because I physically can’t work a full-time job along with my full-time school schedule? I guess I could. Others do it all the time. I feel bad for complaining now. How many of my classmates are single mothers with milk leaking from the tit and a rat nest of hair in a bun coming in and knocking out assignments and working 12+ hours as a CNA? I could get my license since it pays well. But I just got home from work. Sixteen hours. I slammed my phone into my leaking air mattress and followed with myself into a plank. The floor is cold but once university housing lets me in my own apartment I will at least have a bed.

How am I going to pay for it, though? Tears welled up-- No. No. I’m not going to cry about this. Out of everything I’ve cried about this year, this will not be it.

I am where I’m supposed to be, the gods will point me in the right direction, And if I’m in debt for the next twenty years, So be it.

I could have gone without buying the partial denture to fix the hole in my smile from the kind Pakistani dentist, I could have been more careful with saving money but I was so tired from work and class McDonald’s sounded like a sweet song, I could have not gone to the hospital when I was having my seizures in April and just died when the hospital gave me my bill.

A lot of could haves. They don’t help me now.

I turned my head to the wall. Þórr promised. He promised he would make ways when there wasn’t any. Out of all the gods, He keeps his word the most.

I could have stayed in Tennessee with my ex-husband and let him kill me.

Death has been a could have more times than it should. I had many ways out. I could have let him have his way, but the old gods insist that I stick around.

Yahweh could have let you die but I didn’t want to spiral again, so I lifted myself off the floor as my joints screamed in protest. I was am too old for this shit.

[luulapants]

The name Jasmine?

Most names that are also English words aren't very interesting, etymologically-speaking, but Jasmine, thankfully, is not just an English word. The flower name comes to us from French (jessemin) ultimately from Persian (yasaman) and Arabic (yasamin). It's a very old word found in some of the earliest Arabic texts.

The English name of the flower has been around since the 16th century, but the name only came into common usage in the US in the 1970s, and then it was primarily used by Black Americans. If you're wondering if Disney's Aladdin had anything to do with its rise to common usage, it's actually the case that princess Jasmine was given an already-popular name! Jasmine hit the top 30 in 1990, two years before Aladdin came out, and stayed in the 20-30 range until 2006. It's on a very gentle decline now, still at a healthy #190.

The tricky part is determining the extent to which the name existed in various languages before and after the popularity of Jasmine in the Anglosphere. Few combined databases include any records from Iran or various Arabic-speaking countries, and the US is the only country with consistent, searchable data pre-1950. Before then, we tend to look for notable people as indicators of a name's commonality, which is further complicated by the fact that this is a feminine name and women were given fewer opportunities to become notable in ye olden dayes.

Thankfully, it seems men in the Arab world did use variants of this name at one point. Jazmin Hiaya, probably of Almohad descent in Northern Africa, was a military leader in Al-Andalus (modern Spain) in the late 10th and early 11th centuries. It's harder to create continuity between this early example, though, and the more modern female name.

The next earliest notable I can find is Yasmin Zahran, 1933, Palestinian archeologist, well before the Jasmine craze. Others include Yasmeen Lari, 1941, Pakistani architect, and Yasmine Zaki Shahab, 1946, Indonesian anthropologist. I was also able to find a few incomplete marriage church records for Iranian women named Yasmin born as early as 1870. All of this indicates that the Arabic and Persian feminine name significantly predates the English.

There are about 20 other languages, at least, that have their own versions of this name, which may be influenced by other names or come from the flower itself. There are a few notable Serbian Jasminas born in the 1960s, and a popular 1962 Greek song that used the name, so the name in that region clearly reached popularity on its own. Other than that, again, it's hard to tell.

Our final piece of the puzzle: why did the English Jasmine take off in the first place? I can't say with any level of confidence. I found no notables born in the right age range to inspire a surge that started when it did. If I had to venture a guess, I would point toward its prominence in the Black community along with the rise of Black Muslim groups like the Nation of Islam and Moorish Science Temple. NOI had 20,000 members by the '60s and had attracted prominent figures like Malcolm X and Muhammed Ali. It would make sense, in this context, for Jasmine to become popular specifically because of its Arabic roots.

[austenwithaalta]

I’m 19 . I love art. Art in any form . It might be music, dance , painting, movies , theatre,series etc. I like travelling, exploring new places , new cuisines, traditions ,fashion etc. But i have established some lines. They are not very rigid boundaries but some unspoken yet strong ones. I go back and keep listening to the same songs which i love and have sorted them into specific playlists according to their genre. I love watching my favourite shows again and again. There is a show called the bold type which i totally love and adore. It’s a show where they show three friends working in a leading American women’s magazine based in New York. They have some amazing episodes. They have put a spotlight on some really delicate and untouched topics . They have written some brilliant characters. The men in that show are the epitome of how females want men to be in real life . Watching it gives me immense comfort. There’s another show called Hum Tum . It’s a Pakistani drama . Usually Pakistani dramas are very patriarchal but this one has broken many stereotypes. They have portrayed a divorced woman wanting to pursue a PHD and complete her studies , men cooking and doing household chores without hurting their fragile ego , an old man in his 60s enjoying his retirement by being a social media star, a father gradually realising how important his three daughters are. I have watched it many times too. Similarly,there are some movies which intrigues me so much . One of them has to be Eat. Pray . Love where Julia Roberts sets out to find her “word” as she says. My favourite, the holiday, Wake up Sid, Zindagi Na Milegi dobara, Pride and Prejudice, Dear Zindagi, Little Women etc etc. Coming to books, I’ve read some beautiful books which have left important imprints behind them. One of them has to be a book that i had recently read, Pachinko by Min jin Lee . It was so beautiful that i could keep going back to it . I had read a book by Preeti Shenoy named Wake up, Life is Calling. That book is so refreshing, we can keep going back to it again and again. I had read tonnes of Enid Blyton books , the whole of Nancy Drew and other mystery series as well. So when i say comfort zones, i mean a safe space where i escape every time I feel like things are a bit at odds i switch to my comfort shows because they have set the world for me the same as i want . Even with people , it’s not like i don’t like interacting with new people. I do but i feel like the ones i have are enough and i can’t and don’t want to lose them ever. I feel safe like I’m in a cocoon when i talk to my favourite human beings , when i watch my comfort shows or go through some brilliantly written works . I feel at my utmost home when i jot down my thoughts into words. It’s a safe haven. I love dancing. Oh , the joy! It is when i dance I’m the happiest. So we should always keep in close proximity with our safe and comfort zones. It’s not a bad thing. There’s a thin line between being selfish and loving yourself.