#bad boy shah

[wanderingmind867]

Part three of me listing books on my bookshelf that i've read. At this point i'm feeling tired from writing, but I might as well commit and finish this damn thing. But once i'm done, I'm doing back to reading comics and maybe watching tv with my dad once he gets home from work. Because this is shockingly draining. So here we go:

The Neil Flambe Capers by Kevin Sylvester (I think these are my only books that are actually Canadian written. I think I found them in my public library years ago, and I was hooked. Cooking based Detective Novels about a lonely, socially awkward teenage cooking savant? They were pretty fun. My one criticism? They ended on a cliffhanger, and they haven't made a seventh book to resolve the cliffhanger! It's been at least five years! That still bugs me!).

The Land of Stories series by Chris Colfer (I never watched Glee, so this is my only experience with Chris Colfer. I thought he was a pretty good writer. I really liked his stuff, although I never did get around to finishing the series. Knowing how finicky I am on endings, I worry that the ending would leave me upset and unsatisfied. But putting that aside, his characters were pretty good. I still remember that he chose to portray Mother Goose as a wild old woman who liked alcohol. That was fun. I also liked the Prince who was turned into a Frog, but then just embraced it and kept to himself, living lonely and alone for years).

Some of the Rick Riordan Presents books (I have the Aru Shah books, although I only ever got around to reading the first one. I have the first one in the Tristan Strong series, though I haven't read it. I read Sal and Gabi break the Universe, and it was really funny and enjoyable. I read The Storm Runner by JC Cervantes, but I don't remember much of the plot, and I never got around to the sequels. I read Race to the Sun by Rebecca Roanhorse, which was a great book that taught me about Navajo myth. I read Dragon Pearl by Yoon Ha Lee, but it was a space opera type of story, and I didn't love it excessively. And I apparently own one The Last Fallen Star by Graci Kim. Seriously, I forgot I owned this book. How can you forget owning a book!?).

The Hardy Boys series (I don't remember when I picked these books up, but I ended up with like the first 20 of these books. They weren't bad, although I don't really remember them too well nowadays. But for being children's detective fiction written in the 30s and 40s, it was pretty good. The one interesting thing about them? No known writer. They were written by multiple different people under one pseudonym, so we can only guess at the writers. I once considered trying the Nancy Drew books, since they were made by the same publisher and just featured a female lead instead of male leads. But I never got around to owning them).

The Underland Chronicles by Suzanne Collins (In elementary school, a French teacher I had suggested these books to me. I told her I hated the Hunger Games, and she said these books were her preferred books from Suzanne Collins. So I read them. And yeah, they were far superior to The Hunger Games. But they're also so goddamn sad. Their ending made me feel miserable, because it was one of those endings where the character could never return to the fantasy realm. And that made me really sad).

I also have picked up a lot of humour books over the years. At least ten of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books and stuff like that. But I never felt like bringing those books to school, so those were sort of like my secret (I guess). But I do like a lot of humour. Comedy is something I almost always enjoy. But this has all been so much writing, that i'm finally exhausted. So i'm done now. sigh.

[stitchesonyourpussy]

the s in shah ruh khan stands for slut

[gguk-n]

Hi could please write one where the reader is bengali and celebrates Durga Puja with Lando in india ( ollie or kimi works too but I'm not sure if you write for them)?

I did a ‘spin the wheel’ and got Ollie.

Puja Vibes

Ollie was as white as white gets and his girlfriend was the embodiment of the Bengali culture prancing around. She had helped Oliver expand his horizon; taught him new experiences and delicious food. She will argue, that there’s no dessert like Bengali dessert.

So, when it was time for Y/N to return home for Durga Puja, Ollie would be joining her too since he had no races or prior commitments.

They hadn’t dated for long but Ollie had showered her with gifts on Christmas and taught her all his family traditions. Y/N just wanted to do the same for him.

At the airport, they landed together with Ollie in tow who was enamoured by the hustle and bustle of the city. He saw cows crossing the road like it was another Tuesday and no one batted an eye. Y/N pointed out all the building explaining the significance and the reason behind their construction during the colonial era on the way to her home.

At home, preparations for Durga Puja were in full swing. Y/N’s uncle and aunt had decorated their house ornately. Oliver greeted everyone.

The festivities would start the next day. Everyone was up bright and early for the invocation (bodhon) Oliver was mesmerised by the shining lights and the bright colours and the beautiful way Goddess Durga was dressed.

The main event was Maha Ashtami which Y/N’s father had great pleasure in explaining to Oliver. Oliver was like a kid in a candy store; eyes wide open and mesmerised by the events unfolding in front of him.

You would find the poor boy following Y/N around like a lost puppy. It was adorable watching him hold onto her saree palo as she walked in front of him. “Lemme hold your hand” Ollie whined. “Everyone is here for the festival. What will the elder’s think?” Y/N reasoned. In Indian culture, blatant show of affection was frowned upon especially in the older generations, the younger ones couldn’t care less. That’s why Ollie was walking around holding her palo.

They were stood next to each other while Y/N’s mother made the preparations for Maha Ashtami. “Your dress looks so beautiful. Red truly is your colour” Ollie said. “Thank you babe” she said. “How did you do this?” He asked playing with the folds. “My mum helped. I’m still pretty bad at tying a saree” she said. “Is that what it’s called? A saree” he said enunciating each word. “Yup, it’s an Indian traditional wear but everyone wraps the cloth around them differently, depending on the region of the country” she explained. His mouth formed an O in understanding.

They finished up the celebration with all the rituals being done and Oliver asking way too many questions each step of the way.

On the last day after Vijaya Dashami, after the immersion in the water everyone returned back home, exhausted by the events of the past days when Y/N’s cousin showed her a video; actually a few.

One video, had Ollie following her around like a lost puppy. The other one was of him holding her palo so as to not get lost. And the last one was straight out of a Shah Rukh Khan movie where Ollie’s watch had gotten stuck in her palo and he tried to free himself while actively trying to follow her and not let her know that he might fray her outfit. Eventually, he did free himself but his eyes never left her as he walked behind her.

She showed the video to Ollie and the Shah Rukh Khan scene from Om Shanti Om. Ollie was seen laughing, “didn’t know I would be getting my Bollywood moment this year during Puja” she said. “I’m happy I could be of service, m’lady” he said tipping his imaginary hat. “I would still have loved if it was Shah Rukh Khan” she teased. “Wow! I can’t believe this.” He acted hurt with his hand on his chest. “You are unbelievable.” She muttered pressing her lips on his cheeks. “Don’t try to bribe me with kisses” he huffed. “I’m not. I love you my cute little bear” she cooed. “I’m not cute” he huffed again. “Sure, my rasgulla” she laughed pinching his cheeks. “I like that dessert. Can I have some more?” He replied lost in thought. “I’m sure my mother will find great pleasure in feeding you” she said laughing. “Let’s go” she said pulling him along. “I love you Y/N.” Ollie called out while being dragged along. “I love you too” she replied turning to look at him.

Y/N’s family cooed at them, young love

Hope you liked it! I tried my best

[anotherfanaccount]

1. Plenty.....oso...love love love it....chak de.....I turn patriotic just because Kabir Khan........main hoon na.....adore him here with my whole heart.......paheli.....found it late and it's been charmer since then.......devdas.....love the angst so much......Chennai express....there was a time I watched this daily

2. I think k3g entry scene it will be. Love how absolutely adorable a d absolutely illogical it is.

3. Again plenty of scenes and a bunch of characters....Veer the eternal lover....Ram being a simp and a badass......Mohan Bhargav being the absolute cutie......Om Prakash Makhija as well as Om Kapoor being the chaotic bisexuality they are.....Kabir Khan uff....Aman the angel......Rahuls and Rajs.....Devdas ishhhh.....I think you get what I'm arriving at by now

4. Banno ki saheli....he looks like he's having so much fun in all the musical numbers in k3g actually...... Banke tera jogi....love love the energy......Zaalima.....hot hot hot

5. Sir your autobiography...when?

And the bonus pic.....he looks so cheeky so mysterious ready to play the hot enigmatic businessman who's actually a vampire🤗

SRK Birthday Celebration Tag Game

Starting a tag game in honor of the King's 59th

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Reblog and tag a few people to keep the game going!

I'll start:

SRK movie you've lost track of how many times you've watched it?

Ah, there are a few...but I'm going to go with Paheli. Love everything about that movie (except the mustache). I don't know how many times I've put it on telling myself I'll just watch a bit of it, then end up watching the whole thing.

2. Favorite entry scene?

That would be Happy New Year...for reasons 😏

3. Is there a particular scene or character that lives rent free in your head?

Dev Saran. We drink a lot of coffee and talk shit about people. Pathaan also drops in pretty regularly. But whenever I need to renew my faith in romance I watch that last train-station scene in KANK.

4. Got a favorite musical number?

So hard to choose! The craziness of Chaiyya Chaiyya, the romance of Main Agar Kahoon, and I certainly did my part to get Jhoome Jo Pathaan to 1B views. But I'm gonna have to go with Morey Piya. Haven't stopped thinking about it since the first time I watched Devdas.

5. If you could ask SRK one question, what would it be?

I'd probably have to stop myself from asking "What exactly is your body-fat percentage?" 😂

I'd really love to ask him how he develops his characters. Every actor seems to do it differently, and the process has always interested me. (Also, it would require him to give a long answer, so I'd get to listen to him talk *swoon*)

Tagging: @chameli @pixlerelish @theinfinitedivides @amdone @anotherfanaccount @tsupertsundere @lastofthe20thcenturygirls

And anyone else who wants to join!

Bonus round: Attach a favorite pic

[thx-sunsxts-addrxss]

Did you know that in 900 years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before…

The Loife Show

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TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF

Hi! I’m Loife. I’m a 14 year old girl and my birthday’s June 24th. I’m really weird. I love books and writing. I play the viola, I dance, I can speak Tamil, French, English and Hindi (sort of) and can write and read for all of the above. I’m also a daughter of Apollo! writing blog here- @loife-writes

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[songofwizardry]

belated Ramadan Mubarak!

I try to do a bit of reading every Ramadan, so, for accountability, and so that when I inevitably don’t get through them I can find my list next year—here's my (extremely very ambitious) reading list for this year!

(suggestions are very welcome, with the warning that I very much may not get through them. this year, I’m trying to learn more about Islam and liberation theology and I’m trying to read more abolitionist texts, and of course my standard queer Muslim books, I’m trying to read more poetry by Muslim poets I don’t know well, and every Ramadan I try and only read fiction by Muslim authors, so there’s some sff on here too!)

non-fic:

memoirs:

We Have Always Been Here by Samra Habib (reread)

Hijab Butch Blues by Lamya H

The Colour of God by Ayesha S Chaudhry

Love is an Ex-Country by Randa Jarrar

A Dutiful Boy by Mohsin Zaidi

other nonfic:

Islam and Anarchism by Mohamed Abdou

We Do This Til We Free Us by Mariame Kaba (reread-ish? I never fully finished it)

Let This Radicalise You by Kelly Hayes and Mariame Kaba

Qur'an and Woman by Amina Wadud (which I also never finished)

The Women's Khutbah Book by Fatima Seedat and Sa'diyya Shaikh

Qur’an of the Oppressed: Liberation Theology and Gender Justice in Islam by Shadaab Rahemtulla

With Stones in Our Hands: Writings on Muslims, Racism, and Empire by Sohail Daulatzai and Junaid Rana

fiction:

The Candle and the Flame by Nafiza Azad

Mirage by Somaiya Daud (yes I still have not read this)

The Light at the Bottom of the World by London Shah

Roses, in the Mouth of a Lion by Bushra Rehman

A Tempest of Tea by Hafsah Faisal

poetry:

Halal If You Hear Me (anthology)

If They Come For Us by Fatimah Asghar (reread)

Hagar Poems by Mohja Kahf

Bad Diaspora Poems by Momtaza Mehri

The Fortieth Day by Kazim Ali

Black Seeds by Tariq Touré

Postcolonial Banter by Suhaiymah Manzoor-Khan

[crazykuroneko]

IWTV S2E01 First Watch Note

The notes I took while watching in case anyone is interested. Under the cut.

Anyway, I'm grateful they have improved the Episode Insider and now it's really something worth watching

• It's still a recap but the score slays already. Omg Daniel Hart you deserve all the awards

• I love how it says episode 8 and the silhouette of war torn Europe.

• On Claudia dreaming: Present Louis holding onto Claudia's diaries to provide a fact in the past

• Delainey is insane. Just from being silent, we could feel how torn Claudia is

• Interesting they gave ep 1 to a new director to set the tone

• So before this interview happened, when Louis still believed he killed Lestat in NOLA, he got to read this edited diaries and didn't understand what Claudia wrote? I mean, imagine reading the bitterness in her words yet you didn't know where they came from. The break down in Ep 7 triggers more memories for him to remember

• I think Daniel is similar to Lestat in a way. The more he's afraid of Armand the more crass he is. That Shah Rukh Khan comment, boy stfu

• It's insane how Louis posed dead Lestat like Jesus. 

• Okay, I'm gonna "translating" DreamStat lines like I did with dead Abigail Hobbs

• The way Dreamstat shows Louis still misses Lestat and starts to ponder if Claudia worth it. The resentment building.

• OH THE LOUSTAT LEITMOTIF AFTER LOUIS SAID SORRY TO DREAMSTAT. slower version of In Throes in Increasing Wonder

• The lines Dreamstat did are so loaded with meanings. Louis' guilt for killing Lestat; his fear that he will come for revenge; his fear that once he's finally in better place, everything will crumble again; and his longing for him just from how intimately they're talking

• Oh, Louis is obsessed to get everything right. That will gradually eat his mental stability 

• Photo of Grace as his wife. Louis you're so funny

• Real Rashid deserves a hell of bonus and a promotion istg

• I don't understand Russian etc, but the use of foreign language and accented English has been smooth so far. A world better than whatever the fuck Mayfair Witches did. And they only had to cover one language.

• "In a landfill and five years of garbage on top." Louis, garbage wouldn't stop him 😭. I wonder where Lestat has been for 5 years tho. Recovering with that many rats are easy. Okay, let's say 3/6 months on rats. Once he gets up, he could kill the first person coming to a landfill. Then it will be smooth sailing. One year tops to recover. Two years, if you'd think he's depressed over Louis killing him idk. 

• The emotion in Claudia's eyes 😭

• "Change the subject when the truth blinds you" Oh, she got him.

• That insane monologue Jacob does. Louis starting to remember which is true which is not (he re-remembers the fall, mind you). 

• So because the blood is bad, vampires there can't get warmer and feel their sadness and sickness as well. And when they want to turn someone, it's either fail or they turn into a revenant. At least according to Louis.

• Oh, Daciana can taste how strong their blood is. How long they can live. 

• I wonder what went through Claudia's head, seeing Daciana emulated herself. She (deservedly, after all his lies) didn't believe Lestat when he said his maker burnt himself. Ofc it didn't make any sense to her ears at that time, burning yourself after you turned someone. But now she witnessed it herself. Someone who could have told her everything, killing themselves after feeling lost and untethered (Daciana lost all of her fledlings)

• "My name is in some of those pages" Louis isn't even listening to his fear. He's deadset on this. And Armand is anxious.

• The face Armand made. Does Louis know he has men around his pinky just for a drop of his affection?

• Louis agreed with Armand to basically shut Daniel up and turn him into a fumble journalist again when he still wants the truth is interesting 

• Is that the groan? It's louder now.

• Daniel's reaction when seeing Loumand walking in together is so funny 🤣

• Wait, Session 7 is Ep 7. There are two sessions in this episode and it's Season 10 now. so, what happened in Season 8?

• The way Lestat is there during the You and Me lines, but it's not really Lestat. It's the embodiment of Louis' doubt on this new life he chose together. The way Claudia sitting there so small; Lestat lovingly softly gazing at her. Oh, Louis so wants to believe his words himself.

• Louis arrives in Paris with desperation to prove that this life is worth it; that killing Lestat was worth it; that he'll get that happiness. Even though he's afraid Lestat will come or it will crumble the moment he reaches it. Oh, Louis.

[satureja13]

CrHappy New Year - Part 3 It starts -> here

They went very quiet after Ji Ho's song. And when they were able to clear their thoughts, they started to discuss how amazing it was and what they would be able to achieve - until Saiwa stopped them. This was a party after all. They could ponder about this next year ;) And so he started the movie. 'Happy New Year' with Shah Rukh Khan. They are all crazy for him and happily sang 'India Waale' along with him.

'Yoon toh seedhe bade. Kabhi chahe toh haathon se lete lakeerein chura O humko parwah nahi. Joh bhi kehta hai kehne de jag yeh bhala ya bura Jaisi bhi marzi ho hamari.Karte hai aisi hoshyari Par dil se yaar joh le pukaar toh jaan nisaar kar daale'

'Usually we're very simple But if we want we can steal the lines from one's palms We don't care what the world says about us, good or bad Whatever we desire we attain that by using our smartness But if someone calls from their heart then we'll sacrifice our life for them' Saiwa cuddled with Jeb and Ji Ho moved closer to Vlad. They hadn't touched yet today and the Bond was hungry...

And when the movie was over it was midnight. Good timing! Happy New Year, Boys! It's the first New Year's Eve they spend all together.

Jack went outside to be alone for a while. But Kiyoshi followed him.

We'll never know if Kiyoshi was just mimicking the others or really wanted to embrace Jack. Jack let it happen. Even though his relationship with Kiyoshi drove him into utter madness and he never felt 'this fated mates thing', he loved Kiyoshi. And he misses him.

They didn't last long after midnight. Goats had to be fed and the winery had to be tidied up early next morning... Sai and Jeb went to their room first. Sai will finally ask Jeb what possessed him to wear this outfit today... Jeb: "Don't you remember? I wore this jacket on our first date and you bought me these trousers and then we had our first quarrel because I didn't like them and..." Saiwa: "Of course I remember. But why do you wear it when you don't like it? It's so not you - at all." Jeb: "You said in the library that staid and bland isn't your style...but my style is staid and bland and..." Saiwa: "Oh Jeb! Your style isn't staid and bland. It's your style and I love it. And I love you, no matter what you wear. Do not change because I say stupid stuff. I can't believe it - you yourself said that to me when I was worried you were disgusted by the way I dress." Jeb: "So you don't prefer any of my outfits over the other? And it doesn't matter what I wear?" Saiwa: "Uhm - not so fast. I'd really love to meet my professor again ;)"

Professor: "Here I am. So what was that important you wanted to meet me on New Years Eve?" Student: "I'm still worried about that seminar..." Professor: "Don't you worry. I'll help you prepare for it."

The Room where they celebrated is Vlad and Kiyoshi's room. Jack and Ji Ho share a room on the opposite side. Jack already went over. And Ji Ho hugged Vlad good night. Ji Ho: "I will learn how to love you, I promise." Vlad wanted to reassure him that it is fine if he doesn't love him. That he is fine. But before he could say anything, Ji Ho kissed him.

Ji Ho: "Shhh..."

Ah! I wish a very Happy and Healthy New Year to you! May we get a peaceful, silent 2024. Thank you for reading, following, commenting, liking - and existing <3 You are amazing!

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🛺 'Home crappy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: 🌴 'The Expedition' from the beginning ▶️ here 🎤 'Putting the Boys Back together' from the beginning ▶️ here 🥀 'Disbandment of the Group' from the beginning ▶️ here

[dizzymoods]

so the thing about imperialism is that it makes countries battlegrounds for foreign powers. In Syria we see Turkey & Israel at the behest of the US backing “rebel” militias against Assad.

As a matter of fact, the Syrian’s can get Assad out. They have the self-determination and agency to do so. They’ve said as much. But it’s hard to achieve when you got nato and cia spoilers splitting your attention & resources!

If we know this then we can see how mr jones is idealistic and his analysis has no attachment to the real world:

It’s not that ppl like Assad. It’s not that Assad hasnt committed crimes against Syrians. he probably smells bad too. It’s that Assad does not play nice with the us. the us wants him out so they can, if not take over then have a destabilized Syria which is bad for the axis of resistance in particular but the region more broadly and for Syrians of course.

Anti-Assad discontent began in March 2011. If we recall October 2011, we’ll remember Kkkillary Kkklinton assassinated tyrant Gaddafi in Libya. And what came as a result? Open air slave markets!!!! yaay much better living conditions for those oppressed Libyans no doubt.

We can go back to the Shah’s overthrow in Iran in 79. A monarch is scary and undemocratic but the bp oil & cia backed coup didn’t work out so well for the Iranians and certainly not the US for that matter 😔😔

We can move out of the MENA region and into Latin America with the cia backed Pinochet led coup against Allende in Chile. The original 9/11 back in 73. A socdem certainly is evil and tyrannical but what about the violence Pinochet caused in the aftermath? not just his fascistic violence but the violence of neoliberalism the Chicago Boys means tested in Chile so that we can all enjoy austerity and perpetual economic distress!

We could go on but what do you think will happen to Syria in the short term & long term given these historical precedents??

But how meaningfully can Assad be anti-imperialist? can we think of at least one thing? well you’d be hard pressed to think of one if you only followed known fruit fly owen jones:

in the 06 Lebanon War, Syria was an important resupplier. And so now too are they an important resupplier for Hamas and Hezbollah. That doesn’t seem to be in us interest! so going back to the earlier point: getting rid of Assad means getting rid of these resupply lines that are essential for Hezbollah and Hamas to continue the resistance.

If you support Palestine as well as support the Tüsareali backed militias against Assad, you are actually playing both sides which, given the weight of imperialism means you are a stooge for the us and an enemy of Palestine. Hence the PFLP’s recent statement against the rebel groups in Syria, rightfully pointing out that they are zionist and us backed.

The world is complicated. and things exist *shock* in contradiction. Yes Assad is bad and yes America is bad. what’s the moral thing to do? the us is the greatest threat to humanity. Assad wishes he could be so evil.

you can vote for the lesser of two evils in an election where both evils support us imperialism & genocide! but you can’t support the lesser evil Assad who happens to be america’s enemy 🤔 how convenient is that!

But back to the point, Syria is a state. There’s only so much it can do especially since it’s already in the west’s crosshairs. aiding non-state actors is helping actually. Non-state actors have a flexibility with international law that states do not have! This is partially the reason Iran’s response has been less than desirable. Getting too involved as a state can accelerate the west’s plan for regime change (something israel is doing anyway in Syria and trying to achieve with Iran). If that happens then logistically it makes it harder for Syria and Iran to help these non-state actors like Hamas.

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

The Real Thing

1- My Fault

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Aru Shah was screaming.

What's new?

"Y'know, when people say I like you to someone, they typically mean in a romantic way, dumbass."

Aru Shah was screaming at Aiden Acharya.

Well, an imaginary version of him.

It was dumb, and possibly psychotic, but what else could one do alone in their room?

Clean?

Bullshit.

The imaginary Aiden's presence was fleeting, and she had to refocus on the image of the boy in her mind to keep him in the corner of her room. "And what's the deal with you and Poppy, huh?" She turned to face the miraged boy. "It's all, 'we're friends, Shah,' and then you go giggling with that demon bitch-" a bit far, but a safe space is a no-judgement space, too.

She threw her clothes in a hamper. HA! Look! She could multitask. Laundry and screaming at an imaginary pretty boy.

"You know, the whole reason we're in this mess is because of her," she reminded him. There was no trace of recognition in his eyes, no reaction. Just a phantom that looked like the boy across the street. "I'm serious- don't give me that look- she was recording me and was going to ruin my life-" And you could have dealt with it, a small voice in her head interrupted. You could have fessed up to your lies and had a clean slate.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. Shit. This was her fault. She knew, of course, but the lie that Poppy was the root cause had always given her comfort. Under the merciless glare of Aiden, though, the lie seemed more like a flimsy excuse, and she was at fault.

"FINE! You got me!" She yelled at the figure. "I let the Sleeper out. It's my fault."

No reaction.

She threw Vajra at the figure and opened a window. No more of this imaginary Aiden bullshit.

She didn't want to talk anymore.

2- House Of Friendship

"I didn't know you were a Taylor Swift fan," she said nonchalantly. She had opened the door to her room to find imaginary Aiden there. Might as well have a talk. "Let me guess, you tell people your favorite album's Folklore when you're more of a Lover girlie?" She raised a brow, grinning madly at the holographic boy.

Right. He's not real, despite the slight look of judgement developing on his face.

Shit, she's not supposed to even know anything about Taylor Swift.

"Uh, I mean... whaaaaat? Taylor who?" Her cheeks were on fire and there was no recovering. She groaned in repent, flopping on her bed. "I like Reputation," she said, voice muffled by her pillow.

"You know," she said suddenly, sitting up, "we should totally do an album listen. Like, when our queen of pop releases new music." She started pacing around the room. "Like, we'd put up fairy lights, and make a giant pillow fort- I trust you to bring food, but of course I'm gonna be in charge of the fort- Oh! And we could take my mom's AirPods and listen to the new album together! See, Wifey, technology!" She made jazz hands to imaginary Aiden grinning like an idiot. "You're so damn stubborn about technology," she groused when imaginary Aiden maintained his judgmental face. "I bet you're one of those people who don't like it when their thermostats are connected to google home or something like that," she got up to her computer, pulling up a picture of the google home tech. "See? Not so bad- but that wall color is!" She exclaimed in disgust. Aiden would agree with her. Army green is no color for a living room. Something about color theory and light, but she mostly thought it was ugly.

"There's no way our house is gonna look like that, you hear me? We do yellow and white and that's it-"

Oh.

Oh.

HOLD UP.

What was that about our house???

Yellow and white?!

WHY WAS ARU PLANNING THEIR FUTURES TOGETHER???

"I bet you're terrible to live with," she snapped at the imaginary Aiden. Surprisingly, he scowled at her in disapproval.

"What? You know it's true," she lied. It probably wasn't. He was probably one of those people who cleaned as they cooked and did laundry twice a week periodically so that it didn't pile up and, in that process, took care of all the soft ass blankets in the house which were probably really nice to cuddle in-

Aiden was smirking at her. A figment of her imagination was making fun of her.

"Rude," she muttered, throwing a pillow at him. He didn't disappear. "Ugh, you're probably one of those people who make their partners communicate and shit," she said, cheeks on fire.

STOP IMAGINING AIDEN IN A RELATIONSHIP! She screamed at herself.

"And, to make matters worse, you probably gatekeep all the food in arguments." Imaginary Aiden frowned at her. He turned to leave and she stumbled out of bed, grabbing at nothing. "NO- wait! C'mon, you and I both know I didn't mean it like that. You would be great to live with even if you're a snob, and we'd have a whole lot of fun painting a house together!" She pleaded desperately. Since when could imaginary Aiden decide for himself? "Really, I would love-" she choked on the word slightly, "- to- well, live with you! Cause love! And friendship!" She offered awkwardly.

He smiled at her before shaking his head.

Then he left.

Why did he always leave?

3- Promises...

"ARU-!"

And they were gone.

She was gone.

She was with the Sleeper.

There was no one here.

Make no noise, she told herself.

For twenty minutes, she sat there in silence, looking around. No one came.

She softly cried, the reality of the situation hitting her.

She was alone, in the Sleeper's lair. She wanted her mom. She wanted Boo. She wanted her sisters. She wanted the Potatoes.

She wanted to go home.

"I know, Shah. We'll get out of here soon." Imaginary Aiden. She couldn't be mad at him.

She shook her head like a toddler, sobs racking her body. "You don't know that." Aiden came up to her and hugged her, snaking his arms around her waist.

"Yes I do. They're not going to leave you like this." She could feel his breath against her ear, a phantom of a kiss to her forehead-

"But they should," she sobbed. "They should get themselves out of this mess and leave me here to rot." She looked up at imaginary Aiden. "You should, too."

"What, and leave the best person I know in the hands of our enemies?" Aiden smiled sadly at her. "I don't think so, Shah."

She had nothing to say to that. Her eyes were getting droopy and sleep was going to take her soon.

"Rest, Aru. You're not going to remember this, but I promise we'll get you out of here."

Her thoughts were messed up, and she wasn't thinking quite right, so maybe she was already asleep when she said it, or maybe imaginary Aiden heard her mumble 'I love you'.

Either way, darkness was reclaiming her soon.

4- ... And No Promises

"It's not so bad, asshole," she glared at imaginary Aiden in the corner.

"Yes it is, Shah," he glared back.

"Our souls in a past life were married- how is it any worse now?" She took the garland of her neck and took the bindi off. The ordeal with the vanara fake wedding had just gone down, and real life Aiden was throwing a hissy fit for the ages.

And so was imaginary Aiden now.

"It's worse because we, Aru and Aiden were gonna get married. Not Arjun and Daupadi. They're the soulmates, Shah, not us."

She wanted to scream that, by technicality, they were soulmates too.

Instead, she yelled at him. "And? Would it be so bad to marry me? Huh?" She walked menacingly towards him, at her wit's end. "You say and do all these things, but the minute you're faced with any kind of commitment you run away!"

Oh, boy. The floodgates were open now.

"We are not you parents! You are not your parents! You're better than that! You know better! I'm not going to leave you," she choked out, half bawling. It was an ugly cry, the kind that girls who were always unwanted did when they were reminded of their unwantedness. "I would never willingly leave you," she said again, determination set in her eyes. "That's what love is."

"None of that matters, Aru," imaginary Aiden said coldly.

"Because Kara, right?" She asked softly.

Aiden immediately softened. "Because I'm going to die, Shah." Aru was sure by now she had fallen asleep- there was no way the flying erasers came with the room she was in.

"No you're not," she said, confused.

"That's not something you can promise," Aiden said sadly.

He was right, for once.

She couldn't promise that.

5- Till Death Do Us Part

"Blind rage looks great on you, Shah," Aiden said snarkily.

She turned to him in hysteria, tears streaming down her face and a fire in her eyes. "You're dead," she spat. "You left me here."

"People need you," he said calmly.

"I need you! I matter more than those people- or at least I thought I did-"

"The greater good-"

"Is bullshit!" She screamed. Atlanta was empty in the thin 4 am morning light. "The greater good, and saving everyone is bullshit if you're not here!" She breathed in deeply, pulling herself together to deliver a final, some might even say deathly blow.

"If the stories are true- which they are- then I'm going to die soon."

Aiden froze in the corner of her vision, then immediately rushed over to her. "Shah? Hey, listen, you can't-"

It was like he was actually clinging to her shoulder. She did not move away. "Arjun dies soon after Draupadi does. It's over for me." She turned to him, nearly hopeful. "I'm done. I'm tired, Aiden. I don't want to fight without you."

It was his turn to rage, it seemed, cause Aiden shook her shoulders and Aru actually felt it. "Listen to me, Shah. I'm going to come back. But in order for me to do that, you have to fight. Giving up now ensures that we both die, and I'm not willing to accept that, yet."

She cried even harder. When did the world become deserving of this boy?

"Light 'em up, Shah," he said softly, holding her hands.

She nodded at him, cracking a smile only to say, "you mean, arson, right?" Before he laughed sadly at her and disappeared.

She could feel her soul fighting to escape her body, she could feel herself being drained of her lifeblood-

But she just.

Won't.

Stop.

6- For Real This Time

Aiden was in the corner of the room, typing away at his computer.

"I was thinking red velvet?" Aru asked.

He cracked a smile, looking up from his work on the laptop. "Do you know how to make it?"

"Brynne lives twenty minutes away," she replied. She pulled him out of his chair and wrapped her arms around him.

"What's this for?"

"Corporeal affection is superior to verbal affection."

"Meaning...?"

"Meaning I need a damn hug, Wifey." She squeezed tighter, breathing in the scent of fresh laundry.

"Red velvet sounds a little extra, don't you think?" They were swaying softly on the spot to no music, and Aru leaned her head on his chest, listening to the stead thump of his heart.

"Yeah, but we are extra," she said. In full honesty, she would love to skip the dinner tonight with the Potatoes and just stay in bed, but she knew this was important.

"How about chocolate? I think we have a box mix in the pantry."

Aru sighed dramatically, falling back on their bed. "Fiiiiiine. But don't get offended when we get called basic."

"We are basic, Shah," Aiden said, already walking to the kitchen.

"Hey, I thought we were extra!" She called back.

Seems not.

When she finally got out of bed and into pants, she found Aiden mixing away in the kitchen, with powdered sugar in his hair.

Gods, this was real.

So, so real.

She smiled at him, thankful for the fact.

In the corner of her eye, imaginary Aiden waved goodbye, smiling softly as he faded away.

She didn't need him anymore.

She had the real thing.

[amberlide]

A quiet night

Just a fluffy moment for my boy Amit :) I felt so bad for interrupting his star gazing on chapter 11 of my fanfic, that I wanted to give him a proper quiet night, to relish in his beloved pastime.

Word count: 721 - no warnings

Panting lightly, Amit reached the top of the Astronomy Tower, holding his folded telescope in one hand and an unlit oil lantern in the other. A gust of wind greeted him as he stepped onto the wooden floor from the stairs.

He moved quietly to an opening near the astronomy table, silently thanking Professor Shah for granting him permission to use the tower that night, a kindness she extended every year on this special occasion.

It was the night of Diwali, and though far from the joyous festivities of his parents' home country, Amit was determined to celebrate it in his own way. He carefully placed the lantern, a ceramic diya, on the table, just one, to avoid overwhelming the dark fabric of the night with unnecessary sources of light.

Despite being all alone, Amit wasn't afraid; the gentle rumble of the giant planet sculpture, with satellites moving in neat ellipses around the large central sphere, provided silent comfort in his solitude. 

Occasional gusts of wind carried the hoots of owls from the nearby owlery, reminders of the other nocturnal creatures who reveled in the night like he did.

He unfolded his telescope and set it upon a stand, its brass handle momentarily glinting as he lit the candle with a flick of his wand. The scent of the oil mingled with the night air, adding to the tower's serene atmosphere.

Amit adjusted his Pashmina shawl beneath his cloak, seeking comfort against the chill of the November night. The shawl had become too small for him, after five years, barely covering his chest, but it was a cherished gift, filled with memories. He paused to inhale deeply, the familiar scents of sandalwood and neroli laced with a trace of her perfume. 

She had never revealed its name, and now, he realized, he might never know.

Tightening his grip on his gloves, Amit crouched down, brushing a lock of dark hair from his face to better adjust the telescope. His movements were slow, precise, and calibrated—a testament to his experience—as he immersed himself in the night's exploration.

First, he focused on Sirius, the Dog Star, a bright, guiding light in the Canis Major constellation. "Hello, dear," he whispered affectionately to the star, its bluish hue vibrant against the night sky. Shifting his telescope northwest, Amit then sought out Orion's Belt as his second point of reference.

As he anticipated, the constellation's distinctive hourglass shape soon emerged into clarity. His eyes fully adapted to the darkness, the stars seemed even more captivating, alluring him in seeking their secrets.

Tracing the rest of the constellation, searching for Betelgeuse and Bellatrix, he thought of the legends surrounding Orion, remembering the stories his beloved grandmother used to tell him. "The most imposing and handsome of men," he mused quietly to himself, lost in the beauty of the night sky.

“I won’t tell Nana Ji, I promise,” he murmured with a half-smile, as a solitary tear threatened to escape his dark eyes. 

Amit quickly regained his focus, preparing his inked quill and arranging his chart on the nearby table. Ready for the task of cataloging the stars and admiring the intricate patterns of the constellations, feeling like an artist completing a personal masterpiece.

For an hour, he worked in silence, savoring the tranquility of the night, the gentle caress of the breeze. When he finished, his nose was tinging from the cold, and his hands were stiff despite his gloves. 

He turned, and softly blew out the candle, leaving the tower bathed in the dim light from distant windows of the castle towers.

Stepping forward, Amit leaned against the metal banister, his gaze sweeping over the hills surrounding Hogwarts. They were mere darker shadows against the starry backdrop, likely crowned with the first frost of approaching winter.

He tilted his head back, gazing upward. 

How many more stars were out there?

How many hidden from his eyes?

How many still to discover?

He took a deep breath, the icy air stinging his lungs, burning his skin.

Gathering his telescope and hugging it close, folding it in his arms, Amit felt another gust of wind brush his face, gently tingling the tears from the corners of his eyes. 

But he was not afraid, not anymore.

"Good night, Dadi Ma," he whispered into the night. "Happy Diwali."

[wearem3]

For All The Dogs (Credits) Executive Produced by Noel Cadastre, Oliver El-Khatib, Noah Shebib & Aubrey Graham

Virginia Beach  Produced by Harley Arsenault Co-Produced by Noah “40” Shebib

Amen ft. Teezo Touchdown Produced by Sango & Budgie Additional Production by Teezo Touchdown

Calling For You ft. 21 Savage  Produced by Lil Yachty, Powrtrav, Cash Cobain, Jaystolaa, Noah “40” Shebib & GENT!

Fear of Heights Produced by OZ, Nik D, Pooh Beatz & xynothing Additional production by BNYX

Daylight  Produced by Southside & Smatt Co-Produced by T9C Additional Production by Alessio “Lil Esso” Bevilacqua

First Person Shooter ft. J. Cole  Produced by Vinylz, Boi-1da, OZ, Tay Keith, Coleman & FNZ

IDGAF ft. Yeat Produced by BNYX Co-Produced by Sebastian Shah

7969 Santa  Produced by nyan & Alex Lustig Additional Teezo Outro Production by Jahaan Sweet & BNYX

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Screw The World Interlude  Produced by DJ Screw

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8am In Charlotte  Produced by Conductor WIlliams Co-Produced by Mario Luciano Additional Production by Jason Wool

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[theinfinitedivides]

a list of personally notable things from the nearly 8 and a half minute-long interview with SRK that YRF put out on their official YouTube channel while i cry over the just announced OTT date of April 25th, exactly three months after the original release:

him. obviously. we love to see it

the cargo pants. with the pockets. all of the pockets

the black sunglasses. immediate Kala Chashma war flashbacks (slightly tempered by the dance cover by The Quick Style which f*cks severely, i should add—pls watch the entire thing here, you will not regret it)

the jewelry (there are at least five or six bracelets/bangles on his right hand alone + his wedding ring + a watch on his left. we are keeping with the silver accessorization theme. sadly no earrings tho)

the way he really said he came to the industry 32 years ago to be an action hero, missed the boat, became the romance hero, got back on the boat, is currently giving us Pathaan

intentionally fighting to change the choreo for JJP bc he said the danceability factor gave off Chaiyya Chaiyya energy after listening to it through his car speakers

'(talking about John agreeing to sign onto the film after his previous "good" roles) ... in the Hindi film scenario, heroes don't play bad guys. i'd love to play bad guys'

John being quiet and shy when working with him bc irl he's just a Soft and Tender Boi ™

"'you are a national treasure, i will not hurt you, i can't' ... and i had to do a lot of convincing to tell him 'no, it's OK, you can punch me, i won't get hurt'" / John correcting his posture during filming (so. SRK x John boxing club meet-cute AU when, exactly)

manifesting that the most liked character in the film is, in fact, John's and not his (enemies-to-lovers pipeline endorsement. i'm taking this at face value)

Deepika being the morally ambiguous character (!!!) who looks better throwing a man over her shoulder than he does

the obligatory self-deprecating box office history joke

"a kid shouldn't be disappointed in his father to say 'baba, you told me this was your favorite star and he didn't even say hello.' ... (slight paraphrasing) when they say 'apna Shah Rukh' i want to show them that that is not untrue. i am theirs" / basically just SRK explaining why he is the decent human being he is and greets his fans. there's a Delhi reference in there somewhere

[cheese-wali-maggi]

BAD-BOY-SHAH

[oh-munda-kukkad-kamaal-da]

Also I wrote a little something for that November guy :

If you were a song, you would be a Bollywood Hindi Song. I am not talking about the new age songs which just consists of groovy music and senseless lyrics and is trending only for a couple of days. Instead you remind of the old classics, the kind of songs that are unforgettable. You are a 90's Shah Rukh Khan song that I keep going back to reminisce about the good old days. All the romantic songs sung in those famous rom coms of early 2000s? Yup, that's you.

Your outer appearance showcasing the bad boy and high life aesthetic might give off the vibe of a Weeknd song but that heart of yours is made up of songs written by Anuv Jain. You are the kind of song that describes the kind of love that is as intense as something like junoon and as sincere as something like mohabbat.

I can keep associating you with a million songs like the songs that define you, the songs that explain how you make me feel, the songs that make me think about you, the songs that take me back to the times we have spent together, the songs that make me picture about the idea of us. But the thing is, none of these songs can ever beat my favourite song — you.

I can't send it to him because first of all so eww and so cringe and so stupid and second of all, we are not even friends. So I am sending it you aise hi time pass ke liye.

Its cuteee. I didn't know ki i have the power to make someone fall in love with me just with a hug. Gotta try ig. You too try contacting the November guy

[secretlifeofzo]

An Introduction (or somewhat)

*Insert greeting*

I've been on Tumblr for a while now, but I've never actually done anything on here, so here I am, introducing myself.

My name is Zo, and my pronouns are just she/her :)

I also go by Bibby and Habibti, but I don't mind being called other nicknames similar to my name.

My interests include:

Reading - I'm currently reading Shatter Me, because I've seen it all over booktok for a while now. My current favourite book is The Secret Runners of New York. I also read on Wattpad when I don't have a book in hand, but I've been unactive there recently. I also enjoy reading Webtoons and comics.

Movies - This includes Western movies, and Bollywood. I'm a huge Marvel fan, and I could go on and on about how bad Phase 5 has been so far. I can't wait for Loki - S2 and for the new Spiderverse. With Bollywood, I'm a big fan of 3Khan (Shah Rukh Khan, Amir Khan and Salman Khan), and my all time favourite movie is Kal Ho Naa Ho (Tomorrow May Never Come). I recently started watching K-Dramas, I've finished Extraordinary Attorney Woo and I'm in the middle of watching True Beauty.

Music - I've gone through many phases with music, but my top artists have always been Nirvana, Stray Kids, ENHYPEN, Atif Aslam, Fallout Boy, The Neighborhood, Arctic Monkeys, BTS, keshi, Panic! At the Disco, TXT, Pritam (Kesariya supremacy) Conan Gray and Xdinary Heroes. I've recently been listening to The Weeknd, Troye Sivan and Lovejoy. I'm not too sure what my most listened to genre is, but I know K-Pop one of my top genres.

Writing - In my spare time, I write stuff. I'm not sure if it's amazing, but feel free to check out my Wattpad (@bibby-z).

Planes - (This one seems a bit out of place).

I am a Muslim, and an ABCD (American/Australian Born Confused Desi). My MBTI is INFJ/INFP (The P & J are always half and half), and I'm a Capricorn.

There's my introduction! Feel free to ask me anything or talk to me. I'm always here to listen, even though I will probably respond late. I'm excited to actually start using Tumblr, and to start talking to others online!

Zo <3