#and we are shopping for sarees

[i-wanna-b-yours]

how do you tell your parents you want your dress to be a little slutty

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

change the wedding dress store to a saree shop then! it would also be fun to have a little escaping scene where they're hiding everywhere too. im willing to do anything to make this happen babe

my one wish for pjo season 2: nix the white wedding dress for grover and put him in a saree. bonus points if theres a little makeover montage of him putting kohl on his eyes and jhumkas in his ears and anklets and henna on his feet

[manikas-whims]

Happy Diwali 🎇 and thanks for all the nice headcanons about lads

can i please please request some Diwali headcanons with lads boys pretty plase 🥹 lov u

Happy Diwali to you too anon 🥰

tho i’m kinda busy at home, i’ll write a few HCs for you ♡

Celebrating Diwali with LADS Men

some love and deepspace x Desi! Reader headcanons

Cleaning and Decorations with Xavier

-> Cleaning up the house during Diwali signifies letting go of the old (past) and bringing in/welcoming the new. Whereas decorative lights represent the triumph of light over darkness; victory of good over evil.

You tell Xavier about this desi tradition and the next morning he's at your door at 7 am sharp with all the cleaning supplies. He helps you clean up, declutter and even get rid of certain things you don't need anymore but keep hoarding for no reason 😭

Xavier will also love joining you in crafting lanterns, as well as buying decorative items because he gets to spend more time with you 🥺. He'll help you hang the decorative pieces at all the high places, and definitely enjoy setting up all the lights ✨. IT'S HIS FAVORITE PART ABOUT THIS FESTIVAL. He'll help place the diyas (🪔) all over the house.

Shopping with Sylus

-> Shopping for new items such as furnishings and such is a way to bring in the new things into your lives. It's also believed that buying gold or silver during Diwali is auspicious and brings in wealth and prosperity to a family.

Sylus learns about this custom and the next day, he's outside your apartment with his sportscar, inviting you to a shopping date with him. Will definitely spoil you and buy loads of gold and silver jewellery for you cause he can 😌

Will also buy you furnishings way too lavish for your liking, saying shit like “the couch in your living room is too shabby, sweetie.” May or may not ask Luke and Keiran to help replace and redecorate all the furniture in your house 😭

Making candles and sweet dishes with Zayne

-> Many people buy but many others also make their own candles and diyas (🪔) at home to decorate the house. We also make sweet dishes which vary accordingly with every region of India.

Zayne is a calm and patient person. So who better to invite for making candles and sweets than him? He'll be a very patient learner. He'll love this activity so much, mostly cause he'll get to see your cute, annoyed expressions. And his candles will definitely look better than your crooked ones 😭

ZAYNE LOVES SWEETS! He'll be kinda excited to try the Desi delicacies. He'd probably enjoy Gulab Jamun the most! And Rasmalai 😋. He may not like kaju katli or soan papri as much but he'll appreciate them all the same. Oh and he will surely like boondi ke laddu.

Rangoli and Mehendi with Rafayel

-> We make Rangolis during Diwali to welcome the Goddess Lakshmi, goddess of wealth and prosperity. It is believed that deities like houses with beautiful rangoli. Rangolis also represent the people’s joy as well as the triumph of good over evil. Whereas Mehendi (or henna art) is a tradition mostly performed by women. We love covering our hands in beautiful henna art 😍

Rafayel is an artist so of course he's gonna be most excited to indulge in the Rangoli making. His designs are gonna be the prettier than yours. He doesn't even bother looking up the simple rangoli designs on the internet. He'll directly create his own authentic and complex designs all over your house.

And he'd love Mehendi (henna art). He'd quickly learn the process of making mehendi at home. And then he'll get down to making beautiful patterns on your hands. Will definitely add lots of water symbolic designs as well as hide his name in the design 🤭 (eh-hem hiding each-other’s names in mehendi art is a hindu wedding tradition for bride and groom)

Miscellaneous HCs

♡ All of them will sincerely sit throughout the praying session. They'll help perform all the rituals.

♡ All of them will gawk at you in your pretty lehengas and sarees and kurtis and other traditional outfits you choose to wear 😊. They'll shower you with loads of compliments. Will definitely try out desi outfits for men if you ask them.

♡ They'll love trying out all the desi dishes you prepared.

♡ Xavier and Zayne will enjoy all the card games and will definitely keep beating your ass 😭

♡ They'll say no to fire crackers cause they cause pollution. Celebrate a Green Diwali y'all 😊🫶

WISHING YOU ALL A VERY HAPPY DIWALI 🪔

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[mysteryhousewife82]

Hello all, we are back with more of our adventures.

A few days back while talking casually we dared each other on what we could do to spice up things. I told my husband that I can remove my blouse and visit a shop to buy something.

He was excited and said it was risky, I told him that I can do it but will cover my boo*s with pallu.

So, finally it was a Saturday night and we wanted to buy something from a store. We stopped outside of a shop and I was a bit hesitant to do it but it was a dare and i challenged my husband.

So I slowly removed my blouse looking around and then removed myself bra. My husband was all smiles and nervous. I covered my chest area with pallu and got down from the car. I saw a man watching me and I thought he could see through the saree. After a few seconds he looked away so I was much confident now.

I crossed the road and went into the shop, it was quite and empty to my relief. I picked up some stuff and walked to the counter. There I saw a young man who was smiling at me. I smiled back nervously and handed him the grocery stuff. He quickly billed me and asked me if I was new to the area as he never saw me before. I said yes I was and thanked him before leaving the shop. I saw my husband watching me from the car window and clapping for what I had done.

Once I reached the car i removed the pallu and I was backless totally, i quickly got into the car and removed the pallu totally in relief. I was about to wear my blouse but my husband stopped me. He started to squeeze my boo*s and kissed me with deep tongue. I was really wet. We wanted to have s*x in the car but it was difficult. So I gave him a pleasurable BJ and let him CIM.

He was so happy for it and lit a ciggerate. That gave me time to dress back and we headed home thinking about the lovely night we had.

Hope you all loved our adventure and we shall come back with more soon. Comment and tell us what you think.

[theothergal]

As a certified Season 3 costumes hater, I think they did Kate especially dirty. In my opinion, Kate's outfits in Season 2 outshine all other outfits in the whole Bridgerton.

Meanwhile, in Season 3, they gave her these muted, drab dresses that don't do her justice. Her worst outfit in Season 2 Is still 10 times better than any of these, in my opinion.

Actually, almost all the costumes in Season 3 look bad: tacky, cheap looking and often not even vaguely regency inspired.

Only Penelope looked nice (and sporadically, Francesca and Alice Mondrich), and even then, I wasn't crazy about her outfits, I only really liked a couple of them.

Talking about Kate's outfits, though, they are lucky that Simone's face card saved the whole situation, otherwhise most of these costumes would be indefendible, and I say this as somebody with very bad taste, clothing wise.

The first one Is...bah. Just bah. Stiff looking, not obscenely ugly, not too nice either.

The red spencer and blue dress combo was actually, cute, especially since it actually has COLOR, something really lacking in Kate's dresses this season. If only It had lasted for more than 3 seconds...

The saree inspired dress leaves me with mixed opinions. I don't hate the cut (though I've heard indian reviewers say that the draping Is nothing like a saree), but the colors don't do It.

The peacock silver overdress Is... something. Now, unlike other people, I won't complain that It looks too matronly, even thought It does, because I actually like this style. It's the rest that bothers me. The ugly plastic-y fabric, the colors that make poor Simone look ashy, the peacock prints that don't match the rest of the outfit...Terrible, truly terrible.

That gown they had her wear at Polin's engagement party Is also a big no-no for me. First, the color doesn't flatter her at all. Second, It looks way too modern even for Bridgerton's standards. I swear, I've seen something similar in that shopping center close to my former high school, sold for 20 euros. And those thin straps bother me. Don't know why, they just do.

The outfit she wears the night before Polin's wedding also leaves me with mixed opinions. The overdress Is nice, but the fabric of the dress Is weird, I cannot quite point out what Is wrong, I simply don't like It.

The dress she wears for Polin's wedding Is my least favorite. Sorry, I hate It. I hate the sheer fabric on the top and the sleeves, I hate that silhouette, I hate those hideous prints. And also the makeup.

The nightswear Is very cute, nothing bad to say about it. Again, if only we saw It for more than 3 seconds...

[the-desilittle-bird]

AN- Cause I love a good Angst and this song makes me feel the most sweetest of pain.

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Without Him

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary- Years went by and you come face to face with him again...

(Italics is Past Memories and Bold + Italics is Lyrics)

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Warnings- Very angsty and arranged marriages

GIF Credits to @samantadeca-blog

Zindagi Le Ke Aayehe Hai Beete Din Ki Kitaab

Ghere Hain Ab Humein Yaadein Be-Hisab

Standing at the entrance of Maegor's Keep with his family, Daemon's mind wandered into the alley of nostalgia, reminiscing upon the bittersweet memories of their shared love. All before everything shattered right in their hands.

And now, standing there, he could feel the memories reeling in his mind, reflecting deep into his eyes as he felt the love and the ache of heartbreak from years ago.

Blinking back his feelings away, he felt his heart stop as his amethyst eyes looked upon her magnificent form, mature with years of experience in the foreign lands of Essos alongside her husband. Her two children following her, a spiting image of their mother.

Laughter echoed in his head, a perfect symphony of his and her. Soft moans and whimpers; accompanying his grunts as the nights of their passion together resurfaced.

Daevon, her eldest son, was originally his. He knew that, and so did she. But no one else needed to know of it; not that it is necessary until no one suspected anything.

Bin Poochhe Mile Mujhe Kitne Sare Jawab

Chaha Tha Kya, Paya Hai Kya, Humne Dekhiye

Dil Mein Magar Jalte Rahe, Chaahat Ke Diye

Daemon was young and unaware as he came from Dragonstone, only to be made aware of his sister's wedding to a man who didn't deserve her. No one deserved her; no one but him. But sitting there as Viserys lectured a stoic him and crying (Y/N), he felt the tinge of guilt simmer in him.

"You disgrace me, Daemon! And you had no right to defile our sister but here we are! She is to be married, and you shall remain as far away as physically possible."

Daemon didn't want it; the lecture. He only wanted answers; answer to his many questions: Why can't he marry her? Why is he not compatible enough for her? Who knows her better than him? Who is better for her than him?

But it seemed that he didn't need to ask them as Viserys continued his rambling. "She is far better than you; too pure for your damned soul. You are just a man made ugly by the darkness which lurks in your heart. A darkness I intend on keeping away from (Y/N)!"

In a fortnight, she was married, right in front of his eyes with a grim expression while her husband placed a kiss over her plump and full lips, painted bright rosy. The tears in her eyes gone unnoticed by all but him.

It had been a bit less than a decade since it; since he witnessed that foreign lord pry your legs open, since your sweet, sinful moans turned into small whimpers of pain.

It was cruel; how Viserys thought it right to have the council witness the union being consummated. It was cruel how he had made Daemon watch her clinging onto the pristine white sheets to find a way to cope with the pain.

And even then, he loved her; more than anything or anyone in the world.

Kya Kahoon Duniyaa Ne Kiya, Mujh Se Kaisa Bair

Hukm Tha..? Main Jiyun Lekin Tere Baghair

Her eyes found his in only a matter of seconds, and all which was left unspoken between them were proclaimed, wordlessly yet the tears in them spoke volumes for them.

It was wrong, what happened with them. And especially what happened to (Y/N). Adultery in Westeros committed by a woman meant death but their kind brother let her live... upon one condition.

That order?

Stay away from Daemon; without him.

As if it wasn't death in itself, the swift stab of her eldest brother's words twisting in her hear; only to evoke tears which would never fall.

Love caused them the pain they never wished to experience. To live with a love unrequited; being so close and yet so far. Like the sky and sea. Together but never meeting. A sad tragedy left unsung.

Tere Liye Hum Hain Jiye, Har Aansoo Piye

Tere Liyeh Hum Hain Jiye, Honthon Ko Siye

Dil Mein Magar Jalte Rahe, Chahat Ke Diye

Tere Liye, Tere Liye

She came and she left, like a gust of wind. A strong wind which created havoc in his life and left. And what remained behind was only a letter, addressed to him; sealed in the coal of their house, the three-headed dragon.

"Years ago, he told me that I shall not cry for your sake. That I shall drink down the tears and smile. For sake, I shall keep my lips shut tight, never uttering a word which is nor expected of me. But Dae, the fire of your love still blazes bright in my heart. And it belongs to you and only you.

Perhaps not in this life but in the next. I shall be yours. Body. Mind. Soul."

It was the last thing he heard of her; before the news of her passing came. And the sound of crack was loud, as his heart shattered and crumbled into a zillion pieces.

Without him; she lived and left.

Without him...

[toomagazineperfection]

Three Rasmalai theory

The rights and wrongs don't mean addictions to wrong ones will mean lie. What is apparent of lie? Lie. What is the God of your lie? If justice meant the happenings of God and the wreck of humor that is law? If the justice meant lies that suddenly shape us in humor. We silence wrong. We mean theory. There were three Rasmalais. There were men. If wrong means justice, then happening meant loving rivers in the shapes of us. She wrought. Crying rivers don't bring justice. Files do. What is wrong is wrong. We happen. A girl happens. What is the right of man? If law books mean fate. Theories don't mean wrong. He killed a man. What is the right that needs explaining? If a work of man gets stolen, he is nice. Then? A feminist theory spring into motion. What if the wrong of man wrought life. Right. A need in time. What is the mother asking the court to do justice before her is a son? If a mother wrote happenings of dead and nicest things happen to her? Why? Is law necessary? Why do we falter? If marriage meant the start of birth? If I swerved a death in time. If the necessary law spring into motion, she. If we love and steal sweets, why? There were three Rasmalais and she ate one, so? Are words confusing, is theory in fact? How can you wrong before eyes. The law does justice to needy. Her mother wrote a wrong judgement and he ate one Rasmalai, how many left, two. If forgiveness meant the opposite of theory, she embodied this very paragraph I wrote of theory. What is a proposition? What is steal? What is yours? What is law? What is back-gaslighting, you do, know the meaning of lie, if it's you, what's wrong, you know? We silence men in war but not him. What is an unfit judge. We honor after fate and look after glory? Of whose, God, her, justice? Is she? If yes? Lie, broken love of her mother brought her on streets and she died. How is her mother wrong? You buy an average Saree and the quality is. Cheap in terms of rate and they made it like stone. If the wells of men knew abuse in chartering books she wrote with eyes, is she the honor of beautiful, so we honor her? Her beauty is an ace? How to turn beauty into your advantage? Is she a girl thought that she could win? Is lukewarm wrong, if yes, then how? If we started war and liked strangers, if it mans a war, how is it gaslighting? How is it war? How can you sing, you know, sing? How can you lie? In three Rasmalais, how many did you eat? If people should get credit, why are you praising God? If average meant the breadcrumbs you leave to find a story end satisfactory? If we find honesty to be win? She understood. How is it that you twist every favour of yours into cheating? And now, you want more. How? If wrong is wrong. You know it. Punishment. If it meant solving a case of honor, do we punish him? If corection is a stance, then who are we as people? If romance is the whirl of rape, is it a story? Is it true to the end? If repetition meant the right of lire, then who are we, are we murderers or vile? Are we right in finding three Rasmalais to be true? Truth is even your body knows like the life knows death in her eyes. Her.

For instances that happened, if you know a whirl. You know. There is a girl. Of respecting her is right. Of dying her colour in your sprint was your war. Take her to find heaving mothers at sight and she knew the daint of moon and gasps, but you? Are we different of pain and pyre? Of lie, she got a degree in maths, and then, she took hopes of becoming a doctor, did she? She knew. She knew the art of artery and knew lenses like moons. She works at a bakery. It dies to know. The dance of love. The art shops of night that wrote in conquest of honor, her. The methods of her. In painting theory of her. She wrote and existed in the moon there. If wrongs meant a person. Then? If a selfless portrayal is an actress lie. Is the hem of you, her? We are knit and dozed in the life of heaven. If the wrong meant time? If the hell bent money over her to garner death in time. In the happening, life is the hectic dance of her. Busy lives. Beginning loves. Telegu movies begun hearts in her. Eye forms, she births. We are so different of lies. I started to form wars of death. No amount of corresponding death knows her heart. My friend of gust wrote clat and passed. But do we know law? Do we know right? Of hers. Practice of a doctor. Practice of a lawyer, into life. Is a thing of death in time, of time? If lies happened, do they matter? No. Do they better to dead when time stopped of air and asked death, death took? Is asked none? Her. Is it time that asked, what of what? Whose to what? Is the war of time, a hoove? A dearth in time? He imagined artery of hearts and death sins in her. What of courage in you, took steps to become her, her night in war, so you understand her. If we are different in a matter which cannot be formed, stated, her? Is greatness a lie? She knows her docter-y. He knows his sweets. He knows his courage and he knows money will solve. So does, he buys a car. If they made bad sweets, you ate, whose, is it? Who were you before her? Did you rape or die to your sins? Or etch. Did I do something worthwhile, of a cause greater than a cover story? Of you, is a story war? The war ended. Her. We are equal not. Not only are we equal, but our time. If we took more time in the lie, is the ghost of lie in us. So what if we are different? Yes, prowess. Yes, lie. Yes, life. What can amount death and what can amount to lies of whole, what is the satre addiction that is? Is there a repercussion for bad education, and bad lies from mouth that spread a teacher's death, he was bad and died, hence, what? What he did was wrong, hence punishment, but what of theory? What is the average ratio to lie of honesty and what is her? What in theory is a fact? Rasmalais at weddings were them? Three Rasmalais. Like Three Idiots movie. What of lie, they mean every love song to you. What if love dances and dies? A construct of a great person, what if we never amount to them? If the lie from her mother is the nicest death in swollen soil.

So there was an owner and a tenant, he wrote an agreement and took. He was the knowing fact that intellect varied from person to person. If I divided land based on the capacity of man, they would win. They know. On the other hand, the average man wouldn't? If you pose a question to the man, they would understand ambiguity in understanding, hence won't. Posing questions like the wind and posing wind like God, tell us lies. What is know, truth, perhaps, wind. I ate three Rasmalais and I ate. I wrought. There was a dance competition and this girl knew dance. She danced. Ate stunned like fire.

There was God. There were Ill. Her mother went missing, I was the night shade that took moons to foray nights and found her, in my darling heart. If I loved him. Ache. They refused to check down cameras and gave away footage. She knew. Why do we refuse to help? Why do we seek, what's more important than a child? If you can feel bad and not give, then what, give in what, what right? She could have found her mother. What's right? No right or fight you wear on a moon. If you take a lover from him, he would die. That's father. If you are not, then. What is help, do you know? She would go strangling on the streets and find her mother. That's wringing. If right and wrong sounds like what poets do, and they write your fates for you, then what are you? Please, God. Help. As in what do you love to stay in, a house or a bungalow? If you think, we weep into the laughter of sons dying, then you are wrong. We write.

I imagined a muse of sparing teeth and grit. What is hate, would you support a murderer? Would you love anyone? Would you tolerate abuse? No. If love is romanticized as abuse, then what is love? Poison. This death of me understating murders in poems as poetic freedom is to stench blood as war. The smell of beats, the nice of moon. The war of tooth. The life of lie. It is intimidating to know people can murder words as their own. If acting out words in front of people, would you? No. Blessed with rage of moon and war is to know murdering people is right? Sarcasm, girl. What do you know about of love, clean off love as teeth in grit and loving people. It is. If greatness meant loving moons and life, you know? Her. You also say light. In the freedom of man, he dies. He sleeps humor. Night. Bless her of night. Forest. Fever. Night. World. Words do justice to her, not better than. To think about yourself is the dire act of love. Of others. Love.

Imagine theory as facts. That is her. Taking every lie to be. Everyone and equating them to the highest merits of all, right. Who gave you?I write as her. Who enlightened you? Of all stupidity, I. Hers is a winning category. I gave it you of some sorts of heart disturbing me to sleep. I wake. The things of lies and wanting glory like men if war, I seek. Coldest poetry. Taking in the shoes of a murderer, I kill too as him. In him, I ask poetry to be. Life to be. Wisdom too when kept aside my wish will wash. I was lessened poetry. I was so wasn't her in me. I was. My mirror broke I. He didn't reflect me. No. He did. All my truth is you. Selfless act's of hers night. I don't know love and I don't know anything in regard of human tendencies to seek. It is her. The selfless humane act of hers, will know lives. Her. The life of work.

Does right always win? Yes. Why not? Why victory over win? Dream the highest of wars, lovers and planets and moons. Plebians.

Her.

Sunidhi

[kichmich]

Hi! I'm really interested in your take on Bangladesh and Pakistan! Could you tell me a bit about them :0 (personality, relationship, etc.)

Hello, hello, hello!

I'd love to! :D I'm so sorry for how long it took, I didn't notice, I've been really busy. I am also sorry because this is a mess I have never been asked about my characters before akdjakka

Here goes!

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For Bangladesh's name, I chose Mehnaz Hossein Taqwa, with the daak-naam Anwessa. Only the first part would be visible on her legal documents. I chose the names because the first part can be instantly recognised as an Islamic name (TAQWA MEANS FEAR OF ALLAH), she is a Muslim convert, so when she did become one, she'd want her name to reflect that (She probably asked Persia for reccomendations :) Mehnaz is a Persian name! We used to learn Persian because it was a sign of high class!) . Anwessa is a more traditional name that came from Sangskrit. I imagine her to have a rather cheery personality! She loves people! She loves making them happy!! She waves her hands around when she speaks!! She's rather open about displeasure or disappointment too, but if it's something serious she gets kind of quiet, I think. You'd find it more in her expression than in her words. She doesn't close up, she's just not vocal. But! She is my pookie. She has a disgustingly large collection of fancy Dhakai jamdani sarees. She likes to shop. She likes singing. She likes old cassettes and malai ice cream and kacher churi (glass bracelets). I don't think she covers her head much though and if she does it's that half-assed crown-showing one popular here with young women because she is pookie. She isssss hm, old. I'm not sure how old, but she was around when the kingdom of Gangaridai was there. Probably very little, but she was there.

And for Pakistan - I am so sorry I am so afraid to say this I can't be as confident in my headcanons on Pakistan as I am not Pakistani and have never set foot in Pakistan either, so my take on him issss very fluid. I saw a few people calling him Ahsan so that's what I call him too. I don't know what to call him lmao, Ahsan [??] Khan? Ahsan Ebrahim Khan? I read on Wikipedia that the Pakistani government had placed the time of the foundation of the nation at 711 AD during the Islamic Conquest, so I'm gonna say that's also when he's born. I'd say he's a very responsible and friendly person, big on hospitality, but definitely not someone you should fuck with. He has a lot of patience until he doesn't. He's rather emotional, I'd say, and the wording is important - he's emotional, not sensitive, nor upbeat or very open. He can probably climb really well (Pakistan's hogging the mountains have you seen. Goddamn). He likes poetry, chai, walking around the old, un-urbanised parts of cities. My grandfather has this bullet shell from the Liberation War which has Ayat-Ul-Kursi written in paper and rolled up inside it, and he'd made it into a locket, I imagine he has something like that too from a different war or armed conflict.

I think they shared a rather close relationship until the mess with the partitions came. By the time Ahsan was born, Mehnaz was grown, but Ahsan shot up to a teenager not too late, so they could at least hang around and get something out of it that wasn't him eating her hair and her hiding under a scarf and jumping out of it and going BHOWWW and scaring the shit out of this poor, poor fucking toddler. I don't think she cared about him beyond "!!! Baby!" at that time, and he didn't have the brain to comprehend The Her. His size too little. Her house too far.

But Ahsan did grow, and they did get close. They probably met up a lot in Delhi (middle point) and hung out, having dessert and reading together. After the ermmm Hindu-Muslim tension skyrocketed and all sorts of conflicts started, they got much closer, they planned their activities together, travelled and worked, etc. And then the partition happened. And the Indo-Pak War and 1952 and 1969 and 1971 and it went to shit. It went to such shit. You can surely imagine what kind of premium brand shit it is, it shines gold, Mehnaz was very openly hateful for a while and good lord her government did not let go and so neither did she. Not fully, at least. Ahsan wasn't as openly hostile as she was, he'd just stare at her unimpressed and listen most of the times before one day he'd kind of lose patience and start spewing things just as bad - it was like that for a while.

But it's improving. Yay!! It is slowly but surely improving. They hang out more, I don't think they had a proper talk yet but they've both agreed to be more normal about things. They are now capable of actually enjoying the time they spend together. They will text each other and joke around and have fun, it's ok. They still argue. There's still a lot. But, things are getting better.

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Ahem. That's all, I am so, so, sorry for this giant ramble, I don't know how to format AAAA. I hope you enjoyed :)

[ramcharantitties]

Diwali

Summary: First Diwali of you and ram.

"Why are you still in your clothes?" A voice boomed from the door, and by the tone, it was a very angry wife of mine. Although I wanted to cross question her, "why don't you take them off?", I knew better and did not utter a word. Maybe we'll do that later tonight anyways. I jumped off the chair in a second and scurried to the bathroom, towel in hand. It's Diwali today. From four in the morning, we have set the fairy lights, spotting dragon flies, then packed the sweets y/n made in the past two days, deep cleaned our house, went to market for last moment shopping, and decorated our house with diya and rangoli. The amount of tea cups lining the sink said enough about our hardwork today. It was around 4 in the evening now, and y/n needed me to get bathed soon so I can go to the temple for an early Pooja, as she sets up the Pooja at our home.

The bath was shivering and cold- November not letting us breath with warmth. Stepping out of the bath, a red kurta and white dhoti with a red lining on it caught my eye. Someone did Diwali shopping for me. And it's shy to say, but the warmth she gives deter a hundred Novembers.

Quickly getting ready, I combed my hair. The red on my cheeks matched one of my clothes, and it was visible in the mirror, hope my wife doesn't catch it. It was almost 4:30, and I knew that if I don't leave now, it's going to be a screaming match. Finding y/n, I saw her in her homely saree with wet hair tied in a towel lock, carrying everything needed to the Pooja in our home. "Get ready first, I'll help you with this when I come back".

She turned around to my voice, the golden skin from sandalwood shining with the golden mangalsutra in orange sunlight. A tint of pink on her cheeks too when she checked me out, up and down. I had to turn around and leave, so she didn't catch me blushing.

It was almost the muhrat of Pooja when I stepped in our home. The sun has started to set and the area was lit up by blinking fairy lights. Blasts of firecrackers were easily heard throughout. I saw our home with white and yellow alternate lights too. Upon entering, Y/n was nowhere to be found near the Pooja, but it was all set and decorated.

Looking for y/n, I realised that I haven't given her Diwali gift- a blue chiffon saree I picked out for her, and that it's our first Diwali together. I called out for her, as she made her way out from our room in a pink saree. Her hair was open and air drying. It was given to her by her family, and she has already worn this twice now.

"Why aren't you wearing anything new?" I led her into the room again opening the side of the cupboard which was reserved for my official clothes. "This is new" she muttered, putting Kohl lines in her eyes. I pulled out the transparent bag which held a beautiful blue saree, laced with white embroidery and deep red design. Her brown eyes caught the sight of it, a breath caught in her throat. She looked expectantly at me. A smile from me was enough for her to pull it from me and rush inside.

About 15 minutes later, y/n came out looking like an apsara. The baby blue insinuated her already pink face. She twirled around giggling. "Do I look good?" I nodded, leaning on the bed frame. It felt good, to see her happy. The childish joy in her eyes and soft smile on her lips. Gazing at her lovingly, it took me a while to realize she wasn't smiling anymore. "We are getting late for Pooja!"

The Pooja went well. We sat down after it, tired from running around the house all day. Busy eating home made sweets, I almost lost the soft touches of her on the saree, her fingertips barely touching the design. She looked content. And that was enough for me to remember how our first Diwali went.

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I want to be in a 1950s post independence india,romance which has hints of a forbidden love trope. Wearing my traditional attire of saree/salwar kameez, wandering the streets of Lucknow smelling of freshly made malai gilori while the aakashvaani is played in the background. Stopping at any small shop i like buying whatever i want while a man of my dreams awaits me. Ignoring him because being around him makes my heart beat a thousand times faster but he caught my eye the first time i looked at him its like our souls were meant to be together even if its for a short time while we enjoy our young love only to look back at it while we are in our 90s spending the rest of our days together in once’s embrace or reminiscing the past as what could have been if only we were brave enough to embrace who we truly were only if we really didn’t care what religion we were from because the love between us is eternal thus having no religion.

[brinteylovesaliens]

HC for FemShep that @sarahsmiles1991 and I came up with today...

Shep: gods first a turIan wants me to be a spectre, another wanted me to join with him as a slave to sovereign, then another turian wants me captured so he could live like a king, and then they want me to do things for them like save their planet, son and a head of a geth,what is it turians DON'T want from me?

Garrus: ... to die, we don't want you to die

Meshep: as sweet as that is, Sare-

Garrus: Siren was being brainwashed by a reaper, believe me many turians would kill to be in my position.

Victus: the Turian Hierarchy received a request to officially recognize Commander Shepard as a Turian citizen. I've also received requests for marriage requests from many families for the Commander.

Wrex: yeah? Well she's already officially a Krogan and has had breeding requests.

Tali: yeah, well she's already a Quarian Captain and can link suits with literally anyone she wants!

Geth: consensus was reached by 99.99999999999993% of all Geth that Shepard-Commander is Geth. She has entered our consensus space twice and survived. And is nice to us. We.. like her.

Balak: All Batarians want her dead

Bray: not me

Balak: except Bray

Bray: I'd marry her of she wanted

Balak: he's a bad Batarian

Aria: she can be my co-Queen.

Balak: Batarians want her dead

Batarians: nah, we're cool with her

Balak: but..

Batarians: she can hold her own word us. She's badass. And doesn't kill us just for being Batarian

Balak:

Bray: she kinda threatened me once. It was hot.

Balak: ... okay maybe I was turned on when she said she would hunt me down BUT I STILL WANT HER DEAD

Balak: she blew up our solar system!

Bray: yeah, for a good reason

Balak: PEOPLE DIED!

Bray: yeah, and billions lived because of it

Balak: ffs

Bray: I wish to make babies with her

Hanar: this one would also like to say that Shepard has been requested to mate as well for bringing back one of the enkindlers, along with the drell of course.

Elcor: Shyly excited, we too have accepted her as one of us after saving us

Volus: .....yeah I guess would make a good mate if she wanted us

Morlan: she is welcome in my shop at a 90% discount

Salarians: while one old bitch doesn't like the fact that she cured the genophage many has asked to send thier ancestor genes to her if she would be interested [we then discussed hoe Salarians swap genealogy stuff..]

Asari: ... ya no we want her we want many shep asari

We'll need to add more as we go..

[thepoopdokyeomtouched]

Woke up with a dream of wonwoo eloping me 3 times

It was very long dream

Liek wonwoo was in prison he escaped from there with my help and ran away then he came back to take me on his bike but we both got caught and he was prisoned again then I met him in the washroom of that prison and we together escape and we went away on his bike then something more happened and I was shopping for wedding the color of the dress was brown base, navy blue glittery work saree or dress I forgot and as I was doing that the jailer people started chasing me and I ran and ran but got caught then wonu came to save and we finally escaped again and my mother was saying "I hope she would have completed her studys first then get married but anyways" And Im writing this as soon as I woke up

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Hi! I hope you got some rest!

I would like to know your top 5 Taylor songs because I am stealing from @antitheticaldreamgirl-13. Heh.

Also, your top 5 outfits that you like to wear or you would like to wear.

Aw thank you, I did get some rest.

Okay so these are my top 5 Taylor songs at the moment, it keeps changing all the time, I am very indecisive -

1. Guilty As Sin?

2. Ivy

3. The Lakes

4. Treacherous

5. Dear Reader

My top 5 outfits -

1. I have this pastel green hoodie that I like to wear with my favourite sweatpants. That hoodie just fits me so perfectly and it's pockets are so big I get to put my hands in them and bury my face in it's cap. The sweatpants too feel like they were made specially for me the way they fit just the way I like it.

2. I got this black tuxedo for my school farewell. I like that whole outfit with these grunge boots and turtleneck and silver pendant.

3. I saw this beautiful frilly black saree with a lace blouse in a shop once. We didn't buy it but I liked it very much. I automatically like any outfit that's black and has laces. I would like to wear something like that.

4. I have this flowy off white summer dress with olive green flowers on it. I don't wear it often (I am always in hoodie/tshirt and sweatpants at home lol) but I do like it when I wear it. This is the only dress I have now cause it's like so comfy and flowy.

5. My mother got me this red and gold lehenga, I usually don't like red on me but this one looks so good. I have only ever worn it once. Never got the opportunity to wear it again cause it's so festive-esque and there haven't been any events like that since the time I wore it last.