#Rhythm Of The Heart

[theomenmedia]

AR Rahman Wins His 7th National Award

A.R. Rahman hits the high notes with his 7th National Award! The music legend's latest masterpiece, "Rhythm of the Heart," has won hearts and awards. Here's to the symphony of success!

Link to the full story: https://www.theomenmedia.com/post/a-r-rahman-s-symphony-of-success-bags-his-7th-national-award

[rebfile]

On Azura Isle, where the waves serenade the shore with an endless melody 🌊, there wandered a maiden named Rosaline, with curls as dark as the raven's wing and eyes like pools of starlight. A single hibiscus, the isle's bloom, nestled in her hair, a splash of pink against the onyx tresses 🌺.

Rosaline was a vision in her floral bikini, a symphony of turquoise and coral that echoed the vibrant life beneath the island's waves. The fabric kissed her skin like a gentle zephyr, its ribbons and ties a dance of elegance and grace.

She walked the beach with the poise of a queen, her laughter the tinkling of glass in the wind, her presence a soothing balm to the bustling life of the isle. Rosaline, the isle's beloved, spent her days basking in the golden sun, her heart beating in unison with the rhythm of Azura's heart 💖.

Today, she collected seashells, each one a treasure more precious than the last, a token of the isle's love for her, a love she returned tenfold with every soft step upon its sandy canvas.

[linkedin-offficial]

me when i get the opportunity to think about speculative biology and non-existent game mechanics in media i like

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[goldensunset]

when people refer to canon story-relevant kingdom hearts games as ‘spinoffs’ it makes me sad not only for the obvious reasons i always say but also bc like man i WISH this series had spinoffs. imagine what they could do if they had permission from nomura to truly go off the rails and ignore the greater canon for a second and just do some fun whimsical plotless thing in an alternate universe. imagine a fishing/boating game on destiny islands. kh fighting game. it is an injustice that we have been deprived of kingdom karts. can anyone hear me

[babblingbonnabel]

🥁 | hurray for Imp and Skizz!!

Other Hermitcraft x Soul Eater designs: Stress + Iskall

[kotaki]

Main Cure Transformation Phrases (2004➔2023)

[wario-land]

Game Boy Advance's All Stars in...

SUPER SMASH BROS. ADVANCE

A concept idea made by me, because i love GBA and it's various games

[gnecroticart]

i think ashfur is odium's champion

[a-path-by-the-moon]

[evergreen-endo]

WE PLAY THE SAME KEYS AT DIFFERENT TIMES — r. kaji.

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, car sex, spit. wc: 0.8k a/n: unedited. thought about him on my drive home. enjoy. 

You and Kaji can’t ever just listen to music in the car together.

He really never intended for it to be like this at first— but once it happened the first time, it’s all he could think of the next time he got in his car. It’s the same every time; inviting you for a ride to listen to a tune that’s stuck in his head, one he claims he can’t get rid of until he hears it again. But with him, it can never just be one song. There are too many that make him think of you these days, despite his best efforts to press skip on those in particular. 

He drives around until night falls, and you’ve both shared everything you’ve had on repeat this week. As he pulls onto the highway, the low vibration of his car picking up speed thrums against your thighs, much like the guitar blaring through his speakers. The low light of the city falls on his hands as he steers with practiced motion, heel of his palm flat against the leather. Warm yellow light trails along the veins on his arms, dragging your gaze wherever it touches. It highlights the rim of his features for a split second, long enough to see the way he side eyes you.

He lets out a huff, leaning back against the headrest to hide in the dark, though it’s futile. As he whirrs past the overheads, the light guides your gaze to his thighs, spread lazily even with one foot on the gas, and up, up, up to…oh. It’s only a second that you see it before light rushes past, and you wait on the next street light to illuminate him. It takes its time, stretching slowly over the same path, fingertips to forearms to biceps. A flit of your eyes down, and the car leers onto the exit ramp, light changing its course and missing the bulge of his cock entirely. 

The both of you huff for different reasons, you in disappointment, and him in relief. Not that you can hear each other over the music, anyway.

You spend the rest of the ride bopping your head along and picking up your phone to add songs you like to your own playlist. He’s grateful that there aren’t as many street lamps on the route to your place, so you miss the poorly hidden smirk that plays on his lips. 

Pulling into your driveway, he thumbs at his wheel to turn the music down just as that one song comes on. The one you fucked to the first time he did this; the reason he keeps inviting you to do this. He pauses, sighing, and turns it back up again. You tense, thighs crossing as you hear the click of his seatbelt and squeak of the leather as he reaches over to click yours, too.

Kaji’s breath always comes out ragged— grits his teeth and hisses through them even as his chest heaves for more oxygen. He’s got you bouncing on his cock in his backseat, guiding you to some extent, rough grip on your hips because he really can’t find it in himself to be gentle. Not when you move so perfectly you hit every goddamn beat. 

You’re the perfect melody to him— he has half a mind to lean forward and turn the music down in favor of the sound of you. Ass clapping against his thighs, wet squelching from between yours, breathy moans and gasps and keens. He wishes he could isolate every salacious layer of sound— to savor it, ingrain it into his memory to replay over and over.

The beat of the song slows, just before he knows it’ll build up again. He takes the break to wrap an arm around your waist, effectively slowing the motion of your hips. You whine as he forces you to grind your clit against him, and he hums, captivated.

Using his free hand, he twirls his fingers through your hair, wrapping the strands around to get enough hold to pull you forward, the abruptness ripping a gasp from you. Perfect. Twisting his lips up, he tilts his head forward, letting a glob of spit travel past his lips and drip down onto your awaiting tongue as he plants his feet firm on the ground. With all the leverage in the world, he bucks his hips up into you as the beat picks up again, the heavy weight of his thrusts knocking the air from your lungs. 

It gets hard to move when you squeeze around him, ticks him off that you’re slowing down his rhythm. He just wants to give you what you deserve and you’re always holding him back with that fucking grip of yours. At least, he thinks, you’re giving him a chance to readjust his hips, so he can hit that spongey spot inside you until the song closes out, until all that’s left is the sound of your shared panting.

[mochiiniko]

[tangocardiaca]

This hot woman is ungergoing EKG procedure. Her clothes are sexy black bra and grey skirt. She has limb leads on her ankles and wrists and heart leads on her chest. She's so sexy and hot. Source: https://youtu.be/vpqMfBPxEak

[cosmikirby]

Happy Mad Rat Monday and happy birthday to @chongoblog !!! ❤️🐀🎩🎉🎉

[robocooki]

MAD RAT =D

[jarvis-cockhead]

I started playing this really fun game called BriT Dream! Glastonbury Band Party! It's so fun I've already scouted 5* Hardcore Jarvis and I barely had to use any britgems omg feel free to add me

[latenightdemo]

"...some stay and some go, but the love is always there."

"Problems are there to get fixed, baby."

Drake