#Ranja GIFs

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RAHUL KOHLI as SUNIL RANJA

death and other details; episode 1 & 2

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Rahul Kohli as Sunil Ranja in Death and Other Details

[levok]

Omar sliding in is the cutest 🥹 he looks so good!!!

Also love my Taelgia represent 🥰 (including Ranja!). And Simons s3 love interest 😁

[severecollectorfestival]

Sridevi in Herr Ranja, (1992)

Heer Ranjha (1992)

[ruksarcreations]

Raja & Rani ● Ep. 26

Source: Shubharambh/Voot

[distapata]

The dance;; one of my favourite moments, featuring my second favourite couple <3

[germanroleplay]

Schon seit dem Sie klein war, lebte Ranja im kleinen Palast, denn sie war eine Grisha. Sie musste damals mit eigenen Augen sehen wie jemand ihre Fähigkeiten missbrauchen wollte, denn sie war eine Heilerin. Aber Generak Kirigan hatte sie noch rechtzeitig retten konnen. In den ersten Jahren im kleinen Palast hat sie in wieder jeder andere Grisha verehrt, aber seit ein paar Monaten hatte dieses aufgehört. Um es genau zu sagen ab den Moment als Sie ihn mit der Sonnenkriegerin sah. Irgendwas hatte sich in seiner Art verändert und dieses machte Ranja Angst. Immerhin waren Heilerin als Grisha sehr selten und Sie wollte nich wieder wie einst als Kind für Ihre Fähigkeiten missbraucht werden. Also entschied Sie sich aus dem Palast zu fliehen aber wie? Wochenlange Planung schienen hoffnungslos zu sein ehe sie ein Gespräch mitbekam, dass ein Gruppe eine Grisha verloeren hatte , die Ihnen helfen sollte in dne kleinen Palast zu kommen. Nun das könnte Ihre Chance sein an Geld zu kommen und aus den Fängen des Generals. Also zog sie sich ihre Kaputze übers Haar und setzte sich zu den vieren hin und sah sie an. “ Ich hörte ihr braucht jemanden , der euch wertvolle Info über den kleinen Palast gibt?” sagte sie und sah die Runde an.

[mrsmaybank]

JJ Maybank x Reader

JJ and the reader are soulmates, lovers, dating, best friends.

TW: Language, Weed, Non-graphic sex scene. 

A/N: Haven’t written for JJ in a while. Hope you like!

“Are you high?” JJ asked me, grabbing my face, his tone afflicted with betrayal. 

JJ and I were notorious amongst our friends for bickering, specifically about my personal favorite plant, ganja ranja. 

I cupped his face so we were both holding each other by the cheeks. “Only off life.”

I opened my eyes wide to show just how white the whites of my eyes were. “See?”

“Good.” He said, laying his head down on my lap. “I was about to beat your ass.” 

“Fair.” I replied, and it really was. I’d be mad if he smoked without me too. “You want gum?” 

He nodded his head and opened his mouth in a smile. 

“Here ya go.” I spit my gum into his mouth and we both smiled in satisfaction when he caught it.

Pope flared his nostrils in disgust. “You guys are gross.” 

To anybody else, Pope was right. But for me and JJ? Shit man, that’s just the way it is. Classic JJ and y/n. Nothing gross about two friends sharing gum. 

JJ sat up and swung his arm around my sunburnt shoulders. He started in a fake serious tone, “We are trying to reduce waste, Pope.” 

I smiled in agreement, “Yeah man.” I looked around in search of my turtle-loving hippie girl friend. “Kie you proud?” 

“That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?” I heard John B. He was balancing on the roof of this construction site, a soon to be second home for some Kook. 

“I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival.” Pope said. 

“Jump John B! I’ll catch you.” I smirked. 

Pope and John B kept going at each other, Kie was back and rambling about turtles, but my mind tuned it all out. My focus was on JJ, on how the blue of his eyes matched the blue of the ocean. No words could do the beauty of that color justice. I kept staring at him, my haze only broken when I heard him say to John B, “Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one.”

“Whoa! Oh, shit.” John B’s beer hit the deck as he struggled to regain his balance.  

“Of course you did.” JJ shook his head. 

Pope laughed, “Smooth.” 

“A-plus.” I added. 

“Dumbass.” Kie agreed. 

“Hey! Hey, uh, security's here. Let's wrap it up.” JJ said, leaning over the railing of the house. 

He grabbed my waist, and pulled me close, looking into my eyes. “Sup baby. You wanna get outta here?” 

I slapped him, “In your dreams!” We started to laugh and run the fuck out of the building at the same time. 

The guards shouted directions at each other and we just kept being our hilariously disrespectful selves. 

“Hey! Stop!” The guard almost begged.

“I got him!” Shouted a guard. I looked over my shoulder, and there was was JJ spinning his way out of a guards grip.

“Not much of a hugger!” He was free. Like always. He always managed.

I ran as fast as I could to the van, adrenaline fueling each leap. 

“Come here, you little pricks!” The guard yelled.

“Bus is leaving!” I heard John B shout from the drivers seat of the van.

“You're gonna give him a heart attack.” Kie said. 

“You're so close! You can do it. There you go. They don't pay you enough, bro.” JJ tossed him an empty beer can. 

“JJ, stop. Stop!” Kie reprimanded. 

“Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished.”  My blond friend retorted.

This was so Pogue cliche. 

The next couple days were a blur. I was high for a lot of it, so thats a contributor, but still. Total blur. John B almost had to go to foster care on the mainland, a whole ass nightmare. Now there was a hurricane?

Damn, nobody can catch a break around here.

I decided I’d have to stay at the Chateau with JJ and John B for the duration of the storm. I just couldn’t stay at my own house for the amount of time it would take to wait out the rain and possible flooding. Hell no.

The three of us really hit the dirt in the family department. But I think we handle the lack of parental figures pretty well. 

I sat on the couch and started grinding some bud. Weed is a great way to pass time.

Three minutes into actually rolling, the first one was looking quite beautiful if I do say so myself. It got hot, hotter then usual anyway, so I took off my big Led Zeppelin shirt, leaving me in a once-white now beige bikini top. 

I heard the door creak open and JJ walked in, a smile plastered on his stupid hot face. 

“That’s a fucking sight.” He muttered under his breath

“‘Scuse me?” I said, finishing up rolling the last of the bud. 

“I just-“ he took a deep breath, “So gorgeous.”

“Thanks JJ.” I said, doubting but secretly hoping the compliment was sincere.

“Not talking to you.” He sat down next to me and snatched a J from the tray, placing it in between his lips. He sparked and took the first hit.

After a couple coughs, he gave me a high smile. “Talking to this.” He pointed to the smoking cylinder in his other hand.

“No J for JJ!” I teased, carefully but swiftly stealing it back. I took a long hit, inhaling every ounce of smoke, and not noticing JJ scooting closer. Much closer.

His hands traveled to the loops of my denim shorts. “You don’t look bad, though.” He licked his lips, “There’s nothing better than seeing a girl who looks like you rolling up.” 

“This is nothing but lust and that’s why it works.” I reminded myself at the less then romantic comment.

Casual hook-ups between me and JJ weren’t anything new, but the crew could never know. “No pogue-on-pogue macking” is a rule. And besides, it's not like they meant anything, we just got bored. 

He took the joint from my mouth and took a hit before gently putting it out, hands going to the nape of my neck, as fingers tugged me closer.

Our lips finally met and I swear, I was on fire.

God, has he always been this good of a kisser?

“JJ, John B-” I did my best to stop him.

He kissed me again, “He’s surfing the surge with Pope.” 

I put my hands in his hair pulling as the kiss further intensified, “Without us?” 

He laid me down and hovered over me, “I’m having much more fun.” 

He started kissing and sucking on my neck, I let out small whimpers as I felt more of him on me.

“Fuck.” His breath hitched.  I laughed and tugged on his shirt.  

“What's playing?” He asked, taking off my shorts. 

“It’s called Florida Kilos. One of many masterpieces created by Lana Del Rey.” 

He brought the joint back to his mouth, lit it again and blew the smoke looking over his shoulder. He brought it to my lips, as I was ripping I could see him trying to listen to every lyric. This was one of my songs. JJ has good taste in music. 

I got on top of him, his hands immediately going to my waist. I dramatically flipped my hair and started to lip sync the song. I was totally messing around, but JJ seemed to like it, if you know what I mean. 

I danced on top of him, mouthing every lyric, “You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool.”

His eyes widened in delight and I tried not to smile. “White lines, pretty daddy, go skiing” My hands caressed the muscles in his arms, and now his chest. 

I cupped his face, “You snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in.”

That was enough to light an accidental fire of passion. 

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I rolled off JJ breathing heavy, and similarly, he was practically panting. He placed his head on my bare chest, and I massaged his head as he drew circles with his fingers on my belly. That was different than anything we’d ever done. Not physically, but emotionally, yeah. That didn’t feel like a casual hook-up. It felt too right, in every way. 

I picked up the J in an attempt to get too high to think. It was practically done already, I got the last couple hits. 

“Let’s go to Miami one day. Get really high and dance.” 

I laughed, “Yeah.”  I got up to shower, grabbing my clothes. 

“Where you going?” he asked me, his eyes like a lost puppy. 

I shifted awkwardly, being stopped in my tracks, completely naked. “Shower.” 

“Alright.” as I walked towards the bathroom, I heard him put his shorts back on and head to the kitchen, probably for a beer. 

The hot water felt nice, I could feel the permanent salt in my hair slowly being washed away. I practically screamed as I heard the door open. 

“Fuck! JJ! Busy!” 

“Not like I haven’t seen that before.” He took a swig of his beer and put the toilet seat down, taking a seat. “Did that feel different?” He stared at the wall. 

I sighed relieved, at least I wasn’t crazy. “Yeah. Kinda.” 

He put his beer down on the sink counter, “Good, good.” He started to take off his shorts and I felt a knot form in my abdomen. “What..What’re you doing?” 

“Showering. You’re taking kinda long.” 

“JJ, I-” 

I stopped protesting when I felt him behind me. The water hit us both. I had never done anything out of the realm of casual hook-ups. This was so….intimate. 

His hands traveled to my waist, hugging me from behind. I felt him place soft kisses on my wet back. I just closed my eyes. 

“I feel you, pretty baby, feel me.” He recited from our new song. I smiled. His arms slipped away and I turned around. He was starting to shampoo his blonde hair. 

“What’re you doing?” I looked at him confused. 

“Washing my hair?” He smirked and put the bottle down. “What? Did you think I came in here to have sex with you?” 

“I-no, just-” 

“Oh alright.” He smiled again. What an ass. 

We got out together, sharing a towel. I gave it to him to cover up and put on a clean bikini bottom. Swimwear was always appropriate attire in the Outer Banks.  I wiped the steam from the mirror and stood in front of it. JJ got behind me, hugging me again, admiring how I looked, bare in his arms. “You’re so beautiful.” I smiled and enjoyed the sight of us together, before something caught my eye. A dark purple mark right on my neck. “JJ you idiot! How am I supposed to explain this Kie? Or John? Or Pope?” 

He just admired it, giggling. “Pope probably doesn’t even know what a hickey is. As for Kie, and Johhny B, just- make something up.” 

“Fine. Fuck, I left my shirt in my bag, outside.” 

“I’ll grab it.” He put his shorts back on and went. I sat on the sink and tried to think about what had just happened, JJ and I showered together! And had, meaningful sex? Fuck, man. 

JJ returned, eyes widening as he did. “What?” 

“You look so hot when you sit on a sink.” I laughed, it was so specific and random it made it funny. 

He grabbed my legs and lifted me up, spinning to push me on the wall. I could see his back and my legs wrapped around his waist in the mirror reflection. We heard the Chateau door open and John B shout. 

“JJ! Y/N!” 

Our eyes met in panic, “Gimme my shirt.”

He tossed me the shirt he brought, and it was NOT mine. 

“JJ! This isn’t mine!” 

He winced, “I wanted to see you in mine.” 

“Fuck JJ! Wet hair, coming out the bathroom, half naked, together, and this FUCKING THING.” I pointed to the dark hickey on my neck. “How’s that gonna look?” 

“J? Y/N?” 

We stumbled out of the bathroom, trying to look as casual as possible. 

“What….?” John B laughed, “Did you guys just shower together?” He gave a questioning, but surprisingly eager look. 

“What?” I replied. “Nope, no way. That’d be weird.” Unlike JJ, I was a pretty shitty liar.  

“Holy shit.” John B dropped his backpack. “You guys are totally fu-”

JJ rushed to his side, “I’m gonna stop you there buddy. You wanna beer?” 

“Yes, but this conversation is not over. We have all night to talk about you and Y/N.” JJ guided him to the kitchen and I just shyly smiled. 

We all sat back down on the couch and enjoyed Marley and a cold one. I made guac and we feasted on that and tortilla chips.

John B shifted uncomfortably, pulling something from his seat. My Led Zeppelin shirt. I winced and JJ looked away. 

“Did you guys bang on our couch?” John B cringed. 

“No, our friend Y/N, was just hot. Because……… it is very hot. So she took off her shirt. To cool herself down.” 

“JJ, you’re a very good liar. But you know who isn’t?” He smiled and slowly turned his head in my direction. “Y/N? Did you-”

I merely looked at him in disappointment and embarrassment. I didn’t want John B to be mad at me, he was like my brother.  JJ hit me the awkward smile. 

“Hey.” John B gave me a hug, “I’m not mad. That Pogue-on-pogue rule is stupid anyways.” I felt lucky to have John B as a friend. He always knew what to say. 

“You guys are sappy.” JJ laughed. “Let's spark!” 

We smoked about three joints the three of us, and let’s just say we were rocks we were so fucking stoned. 

The hours passed, and the storm had started to make landfall. John B went to his dad’s room and passed out. I felt for him always, from experience I can say losing your dad sucks. 

JJ had claimed John B’s bedroom forever, and we’d slept together there before, but I think we both sensed how this time might be different. 

I layed down first, tired and coming off a high. JJ came in, smoking another joint, passing it to me to take off his shirt and lay down. I took a couple hits and put it out. I was afraid it was going to be awkward, but JJ and I were too close for anything to be even remotely weird. 

I pulled him close, big spooning him and humming in his ear. He turned around and our eyes locked. 

“I don’t like seeing you with other guys.” I was a bit taken aback. “I never have. It just wasn’t my place to say before.” 

“And it is now?” I say smiling. 

“Well now you know how I feel.”

“Have you always felt like this?” I asked. 

“Not always. But for a while.” 

I caressed his face. “Took you way too long to admit it, pussy.” I kissed him sweetly. We could hear the storm destroying everything outside, but I don’t think either of us cared. 

[offtoljubljana]

18. Is er geen ranja/limonade/siroop in dit land?

21/02/2020

Ik zit weer eens op de uni, maar nu niet tijdens de les. Ik zit nu te wachten voor het lokaal. Ik ben vroeg, want ik was eerst even naar International Office gegaan. Eén van de vakken die ik wil toevoegen zit misschien vol. Bij de meeste vakken kan je zien of ze vol zijn of niet, maar bij deze niet. Danila zei dat ik het beste altijd kan proberen, want er is ook een kans dat mensen het vak ook weer laten vallen. Ook ben ik nog steeds in de war door de Confirmation of Stay. Radboud heeft die niet meegegeven, dus ik moet zo maar googlen hoe Radboud het hanteert. Ik heb het nodig voor mijn Erasmus beurs.

Voordat ik verder ga met mijn academische nieuws aan het thuisfront: vending machines!

Man, man, man, wat een gedoe. Ik wilde een simpele Bueno kopen uit een machine, maar ten eerste had het geen pin. Oké whatever, ik heb cash. Hier in Slovenië houden ze nog steeds van cash. Ten tweede, ik had geen idee waar de cash in moest. Het had zo'n rare schuif sleuf. Iemand van de koffiecorner heeft het me uitgelegd.

Dus ik tikte het nummer voor de Bueno in en ik stopte €1,10 in de machine en... niets? Er stond wel "kredit 1.10" op de machine, maar er gebeurde niets? Ik wilde koffiecorner dude niet weer lastigvallen, dus ik meldde bij de receptie dat de machine het niet deed. Zij vertelde me om het servicenummer te bellen, maar die deed het ook niet.

Dus ik weer terug gehobbeld naar de receptie en de receptioniste kwam mee en wat blijkt... in Slovenië moet je eerst geld invoeren en dan pas op het nummertje tikken. De machine deed het dus gewoon. We moesten wel allebei even lachen nadat ik uitlegde dat het thuis totaal het tegenovergestelde werkt.

Ah...

Goed. Academisch nieuws van Radboud. Peer, mijn leraar Methoden A, vond dat ik het tentamen volgend jaar maar moest doen. Esther, de studieadviseur, stelde juist voor om het in Slovenië te doen, als het mogelijk zou zijn.

Ik heb het met Esther besproken, want ik twijfelde. Natuurlijk wil ik alle kansen aangrijpen, maar ik voelde de druk al. Ik wilde niet dat iedereen de moeite ging doen voor mij en dat ik het dan weer niet zou halen. De eerste (of vierde) kans was ik ook al heel erg gestrest. Esther heeft het toen met Peer besproken en Peer heeft ingestemd dat ik het tentamen bij terugkomst, voor het begin van het nieuwe academische jaar, kan maken.

Ik ben dus net ook even naar Danila gegaan om te vragen hoe het zit met het rooster hier. Er staat namelijk ook een "Fall examination period" gepland van augustus en september, maar dat is blijkbaar voor Sloveense studenten. Nu heb ik eindelijk ook beter beeld over mijn terugkomst. Ik weet dat Sanne terug vliegt op 11 juli.

Dus ik ga dadelijk Peer en Esther weer mailen. I shall keep you updated.

Al dit gedoe voor Methoden van Onderzoek A.

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We zijn inmiddels 1 uur en 3 kwartier verder en het is pauze. Ik heb het nodig. De lezing is wel zeer interessant en tot nu toe is dit de beste lezing die ik in mijn korte Sloveense academische carrière gehad heb.

Ik was dit blog post kwijtgeraakt, want ik had het perrongeluk opgeslagen in de “drafts” van mijn andere blog, namelijk mijn Sims 4 CC blog. Dit krijg je als je 12 blogs op één account zet. 

Ik zit nu de Bueno van mijn vending machine adventure te eten en het was het waard. Het is hier zo stil. Het is een relatieve kleiner groep mensen, maar niemand praat met elkaar. Ma, voordat je gaat zeggen dat ik de moeite moet nemen om met mensen te praten: ik zit een beetje in een los hoekje en ik denk dat degene voor me aan het slapen is. Deze studente zit altijd in college te luisteren zonder notities te maken. Hoe doet ze dat? Ik schrijf me rot om alles bij te houden, want deze lerares geeft meeste stof in een gesproken vorm, niet op de PowerPoint.

Oh wacht, er is leven en degene voor me ligt niet te slapen. Ze zit op haar telefoon.

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Where are the Irish?

**

We zijn nu weer terug naar het ontleden van de literatuur. Ik weet niet helemaal of ik dit interessant vind. Het is handig, want ik snap niet altijd alle zeer diepgaande literatuur (en daar zijn goede memes over), maar het is ook zeer saai.

Er zijn wel interessante dingen. Ik heb net geleerd dat mijn favoriete kunststuk The Fountain van Michael Duchamp gestolen was van een vrouw. (Een student: “Wow, surprise!”). Het idee. Niet het echte kunststuk. Klik op de link en dan snap je wat ik bedoel. Er is blijkbaar ook een Museum of Broken Relationships (objecten die achter zijn gebleven nadat een relatie uit elkaar gaat) en dat leidde me tot een Museum of Failure (objecten die geflopt zijn op de markt).

Serieus, kijk op de site van Broken Relationships, want dit museum is dus ook deels online. Moet je dit lezen. Oh wacht, ik moet even opletten.

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Inmiddels is het 18:50 en heb wat kaas nachos gegeten. Mam, je zou ze haten. Mijn glee playlist is voorbij, dus de nieuwe muziek is P!ATD Faves, oftewel alle goede nummers van Panic! At The Disco. Jullie kennen deze band vast. Anders kennen jullie het nummer High Hopes wel. (Behind The Sea klinkt als een nummers van de Beatles.)

Ik ben thuis gekomen, heb nog meer Broken Relationships gelezen, heb de laatste twee afleveringen van Brooklyn Nine-Nine gekeken (Jimmy Jab games waren terug na 6 seizoenen!) en ik heb even wat boodschappen gedaan samen met Ed the Cat. Ik blijf het maar zeggen, maar sommige dingen hier zijn zo goedkoop. Een 1,5L fles Fuse tea ice tea is minder dan een euro. Thuis is een flesje van 0,2L al €1,20 of zo. Een Bueno voor 70 cent? 

(Miss Jackson, ft. LOLO! Heck yeah. En LOLO is Lauren Pritchard, een actrice van de musical Spring Awakening!)

Een maaltijdsalade is €1,05 - €1,70, terwijl ze in Nederland zo €4 kosten. Zelfs zeer gevulde maaltijdsalades met kidney beans, maïs, linzen, andere soort groenten dat ik eerlijk gezegd niet ken en paprika is €1,39??? Helaas zijn de koekjes uit Italië iets duurder, maar ik kan me niet meer herinneren hoe duur ze in Italië zijn.

Ik vond geen ranja (of hoe je het ook noemt), dus dat is een tegenvaller.

Op weg naar de Spar zie je de bergen met sneeuw en vandaag scheen de zon er mooi op. Ik heb een foto gemaakt, het ziet er veel beter uit in het echt.

Verder heb ik het vak toegevoegd en heb ik Peer en Esther terug gemaild. Nu ga ik denk ik gamen. Mijn Switch moet opladen, want Caroline en ik hebben gisteren Mario Kart 8D gespeeld, maar ik heb nog altijd mijn Sims.

(Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time heeft zo’n rare videoclip. Alle videoclips van P!ATD zijn raar.) (The Piano Knows Something I Don’t Know is weer totaal anders. Deze band heeft de neiging om een andere muziekgenre per album te hanteren. Zo kan je in deze playlist van punk pop rock naar Beatles-inspired naar Broadway baroque gaan.)

Ik denk dat ik morgen misschien naar BTC City ga. Dat was het grote winkelcentrum. Het duurt 30 minuten met de bus. Ik hoef niet echt iets te kopen, maar ik heb gewoon zin om morgen ergens naar toe te gaan en het is niet al te ver weg. Ik kan namelijk ook voor €7,50 (!!!) naar Zagreb ik Kroatië, maar dat is me nu iets te veel, ook al ligt daar het Museum of Broken Relationships.

(I Write Sins Not Tragedies was hun bekendste nummer voor jaren. Toen kwam High Hopes. Ha ha ha, “hun”. Deze band staat ook bekend als de band die leden verliest. Nu is het een one-man show.)

Verder zoek ik nog steeds een fiets. Ik heb Ana en Tadeja nog niet gesproken, oops my bad, maar ik zag wel een link naar een fietsenzaak die specialiseert in tweedehands fietsen. Daar kan ik ook mijn fiets weer verkopen als ik vertrek. Het is wel 45 minuten met de bus, dus ik ga vragen of Sanne misschien mee wilt. Zij wilt ook nog een fiets.

(Normaal ben ik niet de grootste fan van langzame ballads, maar The End Of All Things is zo emotioneel. Waarschijnlijk omdat dit nummer een muziekversie is van de huwelijksrede (wedding vows?) die hij had geschreven voor zijn vrouw. Live is het beter, want dan is er een mega lange hoge noot.)

Ik ga ook nog alle gratis plekken voor Boni opzoeken. Caroline heeft een lijst doorgestuurd met plekken waar je voor nul hele euro’s een maaltijd kan krijgen, dus daar ben ik in geïnteresseerd. Veel restaurants liggen natuurlijk in het centrum, maar er is hier ook een Korean bistro om de hoek en dat houdt me bezig sinds mijn aankomst in dit land. Ik heb Koreaans gegeten in Londen met Merel en dat is inmiddels bijna 2 jaar geleden.

(Ah, nog een ballad, namelijk Northern Downpour. Een enigsinds controversieel nummer, want Brendon Urie weigert om dit nummer te spelen, dus er zijn heel veel consparicy theories. De meest bekende is dat Ryan Ross, die dit nummer heeft geschreven, zijn ex-vriend is. Ryan heeft toevallig dit nummer voor de eerste keer in een decennium of zo gezongen tijdens zijn tour. Ik weet dat jullie niet mijn blog lezen voor consparicy theories rondom Panic! At The Disco, maar nadat een fan me ooit alles heeft uitgelegd, houdt het me wakker.)

Eerst ga ik shoppen voor mijn sims.

[chicovaz]

Não importa o quão devastado se sinta pela sua fraqueza ou inutilidade, ensendeie seu coração, ranja os dentes e siga em frente, mesmo que você olhe para baixo, o tempo não vai te espera, ou entrar em luto com você.

[glownery]

anyway

[myzgan]

Messy headshot of my girlie my pookie my sweetums my shnookums

[whoredmode]

heyyyy i got some sriv rewrite voiceclaims for anyone interested. since they’re not actual characters (save for jamie and Z sorta) i wanted to show how i pretty much imagine them sounding. hopefully it helps them feel a little more real haha

volume warning; since these are all clips from varying sources the volume can be kinda all over the place. i tried my best to make them somewhat level, but the audio quality varies so. you’ve been warned

[lesserknownwaifus]

Ranja from Dragens Øye.

[ruksarcreations]

Raja & Rani ● Ep. 26

Source: Shubharambh/Voot

[distapata]

This one took me longer to answer, because I decided to rewatch the episode in order to refresh my memory. I hope this is worth the wait !!!!

I think Tara was the only one to notice him raise his hand, but whether she noticed Chandni flinch [which, to me at least, was more important than Roshan raising his hand], is debatable. Dhruba most probably didn't notice, or didn't find it necessary to correct Roshan because he isn't Dhruba's responsibility, take your pick. Also, he wasn't entirely pleased with the whole Roshan/Chandni drama, and how much of that was due to Roshan's misdemeanor is an interesting question.

I actually need to revisit the scene to provide a better answer. Time to find my ear buds...

The scene starts with Chandni noticing Tara and shouting at her to leave, and Ranja stops Chandni with a rough Chandni! Now, either Chandni is very desperate for approval, which, given her family background, is not at all surprising, or she knows that Ranja's displeasure will be followed by heavy repercussions and/or a mildly aggressive negative reaction from Roshan. Another thing is that Ranja was very rough with the way she took Chandni's name, and whether it was shock or fear that led to Chandni's silence is an interesting question. Anyway, Ranja follows it up with Tumi kar saathe eibhabe kotha bolcho? Ka ke jete bolcho? Tumi jano o ke hoy tomar? Tomar Mami-Sasuri hoy o! And Chandni is in shock as she looks from Tara to Dhruba. No surprises there.

Ranja orders Chandni to do the aarti and touch Tara's feet, and Chandni doesn't immediately move forward, so maybe she isn't scared of Ranja. She is highly uncomfortable with the way Roshan steps close to her and speaks into her ear.

Roshan's father definitely notices this. Maybe he has a hunch that not all is good between them?

Chandni glares at Roshan when he repeats Ranja's words, so maybe she isn't totally terrified of him, but his forceful Jao pushes her to cooperate.

Dhruba looked interested in how Chandni treats Tara, but that seemed to be his only concern. His focus was on Tara, and Chandni once she was told to do the aarti. For a business tycoon, he sure loves a healthy dose of family drama. Totally my kind of guy. Also, both Dhruba and his Jamai Babu had their eyes set on Chandni and Tara. Either they are very observant, or they love drama. Or both, and they can bond over that.

Jamai babu seemed clueless as to how Chandni is related to Tara. And why she is putting up a fight instead of finishing the aarti + pranam. Ranja seems to go with this whole because of traditions and because Tara is elder to Chandni in terms of the family relationships and these things would be followed to a T in her their home. Roshan obviously knows why Chandni is so hesitant, and he gives her a slight push. The disappointment in his voice is enough to make Chandni rethink her decision. Ranja points out that Chandni will follow Roshan's example, and he should touch Tara's feet (after all, she is his Mami). It is a nice touch. She calls him out on his nasty behaviour. Good.

Chandni's look of betrayal as Roshan moves forward to touch Tara's feet- she totally hadn't expected that. Ahh, these two Choudhuri kids have a lot of faith in the people they hold dear.

CREEPY ROSHAN BEING HIS CREEPY DISGUSTING SELF !!!! Tara seemed more shocked than disgusted, which, okay, she had known Roshan and he had always been very nice to everyone. And Dhruba definitely noticed the way Roshan's hand glided over Tara's feet and how she stepped back in discomfort. And his reaction is as good as I had imagined, although they put him in the background and it was difficult to catch his reaction on a frame. I made a lousy attempt with the gif, but it didn't work.

If you watch the scene on hotstar and look for his reaction, it definitely seems like he took a note of the situation and filed it off in his brain.

Chandni might have noticed it too, but I think she was more focused on the fact that he touched Tara's feet and now she would have to follow his example.There's Ranja with her Chandni, do as I say. Also, Ranja addressed Chandni as tui. That's kind of sweet?? Given the type of Sasuri-Bouma we see on tv, this is a nice change.

And just like that Dhruba's focus is on the DRAMA

Roshan shouts at Chandni.

Ranja wasn't that bothered, but she scolded him because it gave her an excellent opportunity to make a jibe at Tara. Roshan took it as a genuine scolding though, he definitely puts up a good picture in front of his family.

Dhruba is not at all interested in Ranja's commentary. Nah, his focus is on the DRAMA. That's a fun personality trait. Jamai Babu is a peacemaker. No need to pretend, Jamai Babu, we saw how invested you are in the DRAMA

Ranja won't let it go that easily. Time for another push, reminding Chandni that she has to followes the rules of this house and indirectly telling Tara that she too would have to follow the rules.

Dhruba approves of the way Ranja sticks to her decision. Didibhai er kothai sesh kotha. Although, the hardness of his voice hinted at something else. He wanted this. Interesting. Very interesting.

Seems like Roshan reached the same conclusion and understood the need of the hour. He threatens Chandni, and she flinches, and Ranja definitely notices that. She reproach him with her eyes, and Roshan looks ashamed of himself.

Chandni is still tensed though. But she bit the bullet and bent down to touch Tara's feet.

Tara totally didn't expect that !!!!

Coming to Raj, as of now, he has only gotten a passing mention, but by the looks of it, Mama Mami are prepping him to take over the business. He will definitely make an entry once all threats are eliminated, and I cannot wait to see him.

And, with his entry, the count of youngsters will be... Six, with even number of boys and girls. It would be fun to see how they navigate through the world, especially Tara, Agni, Chandni.

Ooh, what did you think of Mahi? Roshan's sister?