#for you and me pakistani suits

[zaynjmsource]

Zayn Malik’s arrival at Paris Fashion Week was not without incident. At about 8:30pm on Friday evening, a slow-moving car ran over his toes. Malik was exiting Kenzo’s autumn/winter 2024 show at the Bibliothèque Nationale, where a small army of Directioners had mobilised, precipitating a minor roadblock. That would have been enough to send anyone – particularly those of an introverted disposition – back into relative isolation. But there he was: on Saturday’s front rows, seemingly content with being perceived in public for the first time in five years. “My foot is fine!! Thanks to my incredibly well-made shoes,” Malik later explained on Instagram, captioning a photo of his tyre-marked Kenzo sneakers. It is the most deft use of the Paid Partnership tag I have ever seen.

Paris Fashion Week (which is perhaps the most accurate barometer of who and what is considered to be culturally relevant), fulfils a secondary purpose: to launch and relaunch the careers of its attendees. It is a place to see and be seen, and perhaps even, make a cameo in a brand’s TikTok video. It tracks, then, that Malik should choose the white heat of the men’s shows to re-emerge from a period of seclusion. Just as his new film – in which he voices a pair of animated bumblebees – debuts at the Sundance Film Festival, and less than a week after he released a single in Urdu with the Pakistani pop trio Aur. “It’s a busy time so you have to take care of yourself,” the musician, who has sometimes chafed against the demands of fame, says, sitting in a luxe suite at the Bulgari Hotel. “So I brought my mum with me. It’s always nice to have things that remind you of home when you’re away.” A moment, please, for product placement: “And, of course, I’m always drinking Mixoloshe,” he adds. “It keeps me young!”

Malik’s comeback reached its apotheosis when he arrived at Valentino’s Le Ciel autumn/winter 2024 show in a suit bearing the words, “We’re So Old, We Have Become Young Again”, which is a phrase that first appeared in Hanya Yanagihara’s 736-page invocation of human suffering A Little Life, but could just as feasibly have been plucked from One Direction’s teenybopper songbook. (Specific enough to inspire yearning, broad enough for anyone to insert themselves into.) “Funnily enough, the first fashion show I ever attended was Valentino nine years ago,” Malik says. “But I think, over the years, my knowledge of fashion has expanded. I have a lot more appreciation for it. Pierpaolo is incredible and Valentino never misses in my opinion.” At some point between our conversation and his arrival at the brand’s Monnaie de Paris step and repeat, Malik’s quiff was razed into a handsome short back and sides – a bit like when a bride gets a haircut midway through her wedding day.

And judging from Malik’s hastily-taken photos from the front row – squint and you might be able to distinguish a series of crystalline worker jackets from Pierpaolo Piccioli’s laser-cut Acanthus leaf coats – it was a collection that stirred due levels of anticipation. “There were so many great looks, but at the top of my wishlist were the long, cut-out coats,” Malik says. “Valentino always has class, it executes that edginess and luxury combination the best. When I was younger, I used to save up all my wages from the pizza shop I worked at so that I could afford to buy a new pair of trainers or a tracksuit. I was only able to get one piece every couple of weeks and it probably would have taken me a lifetime to buy a Valentino outfit! So I feel blessed and lucky that I get to wear the brand.” But there might have been another explanation for Malik’s spontaneous, erm, runway shots. “I was excited to see Lamar Johnson, who I was sitting next to. I didn’t want to bother him, but I’m a fan of his work! He’s such a great actor.”

All of this is to say: Zayn Malik is back. The sensitive and brooding boy band-survivor restored and ready to reclaim his title as a global heartthrob. Among the photos he shared with Vogue – which continue to point towards a certain camera shyness despite his fame – one image in particular paints a timeless portrait. In it, Malik is sitting in the backseat of a chauffeur-driven car as a blur of bystanders scrape their iPhones against the windows. He looks a little apprehensive. And so, I wonder how Malik manages to step outside of all this toe-crushing furore, now 14 years in the game. “The museums in Paris are full of beautiful art and talented artists,” he says, with all the earnestness that first saw him two-step into the hearts of millions of Directioners around the world. “I would highly recommend going to a few and viewing different works of art. It’s very inspiring!”

[evilwickedme]

It's very frustrating to talk about fridging bc the original point of it was like a very specific criticism of how minorities are treated in comic books in particular and it's now been universalized so much people think it means "killing a woman off because she's a woman" or "killing any character to motivate another character" (the definition according to tvtropes fyi, kill it with fire kill kill kill kill). Fridging isn't bad because you're killing a character as motivation, and it's not bad because you're killing a minority off, it's bad because it's a pattern of behavior from an industry overrun by white men writing and drawing and editing those stories. You're allowed to kill a woman off if it suits your story, but the issue was that women are constantly getting hurt or depowered or raped or killed off to motivate other, non-coincidentally male characters.

The problem that stood behind the original women in refrigerators website was that the narrative that the comic book industry at large was telling was that the purpose of female characters was to get hurt in order to motivate some other guy. Kyle Rayner's girlfriend gets stuffed in a fridge, we're not sad because her life got taken from her too soon, we're sad because Kyle Rayner just lost his girlfriend. Gwen Stacy gets killed by the Green Goblin, we're not sad because she didn't get to live a full happy life, we're sad because she didn't get to live a full happy life with Peter Parker. That is not to say that the story doesn't still get told. Peter going after the Green Goblin is horrific and terrible and amazing and leads to some great plot and character development. But the choice was not to hurt Peter himself, not even to threaten his loved ones but not actually harm them, the choice - CHOICE! - the writers in the comic book industry consistently made was to hurt a character who was already part of a marginalized group, and to do that for the benefit of a (presumably) white male cishet able bodied main character's narrative.

I speak mostly in past tense because once fridging took hold in the collective popular consciousness it didn't disappear completely, but it did fall out of favor in being used so blatantly. It became isolated cases rather than the main feature of one of the best selling batman books of all time. Characters get killed off occasionally, and those characters are even sometimes members of minority groups, and biases still inform those writing choices, but I'm struggling to remember reading a comic in the last couple of years that specifically fulfills the criteria for fridging.

Anyway if you're reading this in context, you know that at the end of this month (may 2023) Marvel is planning to celebrate the most famous fridging of all time by absolutely not learning their lesson and fridging another character. They're being lazy about it, too - they've decided to do it to Kamala Khan in Peter Parker's book, two characters that mean close to nothing to each other, and being extra awful by making it a Pakistani Muslim woman being killed off during AAPI month, and so far the information we have doesn't even involve Kamala's own friends and family and superhero team mourning her at all. It's supposed to motivate Peter, because it's part of his book, and it's also supposed to parallel Gwen Stacy, and they chose to do... This. Kamala is a wildly popular and beloved character who deserves better, and frankly Peter deserves better too. If you're going to fridge, at least do it well.

But I'm also already seeing white men, who supposedly agree with me and think this is bad, saying, well it's for MCU synergy, not "because she's a female" or "because she's not a white character" (direct quotes don't @ me). And firstly, ok, way to assume the rest of us didn't also catch up to the obvious conclusion that marvel comics is doing MCU synergy, AGAIN. The thing is that those aren't separate concepts at all? Or well, they are, but they don't negate each other. They're trying to do MCU synergy and make Kamala into a mutant, but they could've done that a million other ways, just as cheap and not as offensive - a simple retcon would've sufficed, they just did that a few years ago with Franklin Richards.

They chose to do it by killing her off, and they chose to kill her off in somebody else's book to motivate him rather than tell a story about her, and they chose to do it while celebrating Gwen's fridging for some fucking reason. This is context that, when removed from the situation, makes the whole thing meaningless. And you can say a lot about Gail Simone, but that she didn't have a Goddamn point is not one of them.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

London Will Burn - Chapter Eight.

A new week means a new update, besties! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

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Words - 3,338

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

Those assembled at the table sat in tense wait, the vacant seats to be filled by Elliot as well as a mystery party seeming vast to the major players within London’s criminal network, the meeting watched by eight very intimidating, heavily armed African men dotted around the room.  

Truly, they assumed they had everything sewn up. With Sean gone, as they concluded, Elliot was now the top player of the investors choosing, and with Asif and Lale exiled, London was all theirs. As the dawn broke on a new morning, a new London, they were primed to begin discussing the new balance, the new alliance and shift in power.  

If only that decision was truly theirs to make... 

A set of high heels tapping against the smooth, white floor alerted them to the arrival of another, shocked eyes widening as they took in the last person they’d expected. She was pristine in her black suit, Lale taking a seat at the table, nodding to Luan.  

“Lale, you... I thought you were...” Ed began, the Kurdish woman’s eyes snapping onto him. 

“All great forces have their resurrection.” 

“And Asif?” 

She smirked, reaching for the provided glass of water and taking a sip. “Now there is somebody who shall not be making a return.” The Pakistani might have saved her rather than ended her, as all had thought, but truly, it had been another to elevate her. Asif’s proposal had been good, but, as she’d learned after being helped up off the floor within his home out in Pakistan, by a member of the militia who had stormed the room and gunned him and his associates down, Catherine Cavanagh’s offer was better.  

Lale was shrewd enough to always side with better.  

If shock was the prevailing emotion at seeing the Kurdish gang leader alive and well, it could only be described as all-out disbelief when the final player revealed themselves, Catherine Cavanagh striding in to take her place at the table. 

“I apologise for keeping you all waiting, but there was a loose end that I had to ensure remained tied up. Suffice to say that Elliot Finch shall not be joining us.” she began, incredulous stares all pointing right at her. “Yes, ladies and gentlemen. I have returned. What, did you just assume the Cavanagh’s to have died when my father did? Oh, no. No.”  

“Catherine,” Marian began, her name bitten frostily between her teeth, Rin holding up a finger. 

“No. Now is not the time for you to talk. Now is the time for you to listen, Marian. Surely you can do that, can’t you? I mean, I know being a rotten, duplicitous shit of a mother who sold her sons out for her own profitable gain comes naturally to you, but perhaps listening should, too.” 

The young woman had some balls, she thought, but if nothing else, Catherine was her father’s daughter to a fault.  

Marian was incensed. “I beg your fucking pardon?” 

Straightening in her seat, Rin chuckled. “It is amazing, what can be attained through the assistance of hidden surveillance, or a direct set of ears,” she began, turning to Luan. “Thank you. My father always held you in great esteem. This does not change for me.”  

Marian’s guts twisted, knowing that her associate had been working for another all along, their alliance not as tightly forged as she’d once thought.  

“Now, to the rest of you. The investors you once worked under are no more. I saw to that personally, the ins and outs of such being none of your concern. Moving forward, the direct overlord you now report to is me, the fresh investors backing me fronting enough cash to keep business running just as smoothly and efficiently as it always did. We tire of the battlefield London has become. I think we can all agree that gang warfare is attracting entirely too much heat upon our enterprises. It is time to revert, and that means each and every one of you falls in line.” 

A snort sounded through the quiet of the room, Catherine turning to view Mehmet, leader of the Persian mafia. “Do we have a problem?” 

“Yes, Miss Cavanagh. We do if you expect me or my organisation to take orders from a little girl.”  

She smirked, cocking her head, her eyes narrowed as she stood. A little girl was the teenager who had left London seven years previously. The woman who stood in her place was far from it, a hardened criminal, a prolific arms dealer who solely ran her now late father’s enterprise in and out of Africa.  

In short, she was not to be fucked with. Mehmet might’ve done well to acknowledge that prior to opening his mouth and letting his misogyny flow out for all to see.  

Her hand then reached into her jacket, pulling a glock from her concealed holster and firing upon him. He slumped, sliding from the chair onto the floor, blood beginning to pour from the single bullet hole in his forehead. Her eyes then turned to her nearby associate Atticus, who stood primed and ready. “Find his next in line and offer my terms. If he does not comply, scrub them all.”  

He nodded. “Boss.” 

Her threat needed no interpretation, Rin continuing to slowly walk around the table after holstering her weapon once again. “The laundering for narcotics will continue through Dumani Finance, Ed and Shannon I would like to keep you at the helm of such. Everyone sitting at this table, be assured that your cash will be washed, the drug machine will continue to turn, and from the ashes, the Wallace Corporation will rise, along with the buildings that shall once again begin dotting the London skyline.” 

“May I ask, Catherine,” Ed began, diplomatic in his address as always, understanding well how the balance of power had turned on its axis. He also had no desire to be shot in the head if she so much as gauged the tiniest whisper of disrespect. “Why do you plan to elevate Sean Wallace once more? With Dumani Finance running the legitimate front, surely you need no further holdings?” 

“Not for drugs, Ed, you are correct. For the guns that I will continue to run into Africa and the Middle East – Kurdistan especially - I very much do. My father’s footing in this city slipped the moment he became ill; I have now returned to stamp my mark upon it.” 

Her nod to Lale at the mention of her homeland was reciprocated, the pieces of Catherine’s plan all tying together very neatly. “My proposal is quite clear, ladies and gentlemen. You either work in my new London or die in your old one. I feel my offer is more than fair. You will run your respective helms, but ultimately answer to me. Going forward, our new investors intend to make you all extremely wealthy people. It is now up to you, whether you sink or swim.” 

They all looked to be accepting of her proposal, each leader voicing that entirely, all but Marian. With her son being given his power back, she knew that left no place for her in this new London, not with how Sean now viewed her. She left the meeting quietly, while drinks were poured, hands were shaken, and brand-new alliances formed. They did not loiter for long, each of them filing out, the second youngest woman within the room halted by an elegantly manicured hand upon her shoulder. 

“Oh, and just one more thing, Lale,” Rin began, pressing that hand to her shoulder as she leaned in close to her ear. “If you so much as even wink at Sean Wallace again, I will cut your fucking tits off with a rusty razorblade. Clear?”  

The Kurdish woman smirked, lifting her chin. “You have some fucking balls to make such threats against me, Catherine.” 

“And you have the entirety of the money that funds the freedom of your people running through a fucking empire that I ultimately preside over, as well as the guns used for them to continue the firefight for said freedom supplied at ten percent over cost. Remember that.” 

Rin might not have wanted him, but that did not mean anybody else could have him. Besides, she needed him focused, not getting himself caught up in anything swayed by his rampant libido. Not that Lale was ever likely to open her legs to him again after Sean had sold her out like that. 

He had a penchant for wronging his lovers, it seemed.  

Heading back to the fleet of cars, she and her African associates all left, bar the men who remained to clean up the former Persian mafia boss’s corpse.  

“Silas, stop at McDonald’s on the way. I could murder someone for a McMuffin,” she spoke, the man turning with a frown. 

“You eat that shit?” Reaching, he poked her slender thigh. “You will become chubby, boss.” 

“Oi, you cheeky fucking knob!” she scolded, smacking his arm as he hissed a laugh. “Fucking watch who you’re talking to! Besides, it might be shit, but there’s no McDonald’s in Kenya, so you have no idea whether it’s worth the calories. Trust me, it is.” 

He made a contemplative face. “Then I try this McMuffin also.” Fifteen minutes later, and he was chomping through the double sausage version of the breakfast item, Rin happy with her bacon alternative. “I accept I was wrong, boss. Definitely worth the calories.”  

“See?” she spoke, washing it down with a sip of orange juice. “Told you. I’m never wrong, am I?” 

He snorted a laugh. “And when you are, you are still right.”  

“Exactly.”  

For the last seven years of her own exile to Africa, taking charge of her father’s gun running enterprise porting in Mombasa from the reserve that lay twenty miles north, Silas and Sokoro had not only been her fiercest protectors, but her genuine closest friends. The men had even followed her across an ocean, to a land neither were familiar with in order to keep their titles as heads of her security, which comprised of a fifteen-man team, all ex-Kenyan military.  

It was a well-paid job, and Rin about as delightful and funny as she was truly formidable, the latter they’d both had a hand in bringing out more from anything to skills in weaponry to furthering her proficiency in one-on-one combat. In short, they had assisted in priming her before returning to London, ready to take the criminal empire as hers.  

She’d done so with such finesse, Silas was nothing but proud. As her father would have been.  

“Morning, love.” She was greeted warmly by the embrace of her mother upon entering the kitchen, Diane pressing a kiss to her forehead. “How did it all go?” 

“As expected, only one protested. We’re exactly where we should have always been, head and shoulders above the rest. I suppose I ultimately have you to thank for that.” 

Of course, the notable people who were now funding the investment side of their empire were all contacts close to Diane, persons of extreme wealth, power and influence. “Well, I don’t like to toot my own horn.” 

“Oh, bollocks, mum,” Rin snorted, moving to the coffee machine. “You toot it so much, anybody would think the cavalry were charging in.”  

Although they’d been separated for seven years, their relationship had grown much fonder than it once was, most notably in the last five months since Rin’s return to be close to her father while he was dying, as well as putting the wheels in motion to facilitate the Cavanagh takeover of London.  

Diane laughed, nodding to the machine. “I’ll take an espresso, if you’re offering.”  

“Ah, I was just about to make one of those for somebody else.” Even after seven years, she remembered how he took his coffee.  

“Hm.” Diane’s face was sour as she hummed her answer, tucking her hair behind her ears. “The ginger twat, I take it? He's in the conservatory at present, wisely staying out of my way.”  

“Yes, mum. The ginger twat.” She heard a snort behind her, turning to see a clearly entertained Sokoro. “How’s he behaving?” 

“White man barely says boo to a goose, boss. The doctor come in to check him, give him progress on his brother. Billy is well, arm is stitched and clean, eh.”  

Rin nodded, handing the espresso to her mother before making a second. “Good, I’m glad he isn’t dead. He’s a sweet soul, Billy Wallace.” Much sweeter than his brother, that was for sure. In saving Sean’s life, there was no way she intended to allow his brother to perish, sending him to a private medical facility for immediate assistance. 

It was upon arrival there that he’d been rushed into the care of a doctor whom for years had been paid well to ask no questions over the treatment of certain gangland related injuries. That very doctor had only left Mulford Hall ten minutes prior to her arrival home, after checking the health of her unwelcome house guest.  

Once she’d prepared the coffee’s, the conservatory was where she headed, finding Sean in there, wearing the black jeans and dark brown sweater she’d sent a member of staff out to fetch. Noting that she’d gotten the sizes right to how she remembered him, it was not without a feeling of self-loathing, noticing that the thin knit sweater fitted a little snugger over his biceps than she was expecting, an area that seemed to have filled out more.  

Damn her hormones for reacting. 

“Thank you,” he spoke, taking the coffee from her outstretched hand, Rin stepping back to seat herself at the small table by the door opposed to by his side upon the sofa. “So, do I get to know yet, why I have been saved and brought within the frosty confides of Mulford Hall? If looks could kill, your mother would have withered me three times by now.” 

“Can you fucking blame her?” she spluttered, pausing in taking the first sip from her steaming cappuccino.  

He winced ever so slightly. “I suppose not.” A pause followed. “Now, the reason why I am here. Shall we get to it?” 

Even when at a disadvantage, the man demanded to know the lay of the land. “London is no longer in the hands of the investors, or at least not the ones you knew. A new kingpin has risen to power, backed by a brand-new set of investors.”  

He lifted his chin. “And who have you chosen to rise to this role?” 

Oh, it was a delivery she’d been greatly looking forward to. “Me.”  

And there was the payoff, his brow furrowing, clearly not expecting her reply. “Excuse me?” 

“You fucking heard.” Her statement was delivered with all the biting chill of a Siberian winter, placing her coffee down. “Me. I control London. Well, myself and Luan, Lale, the Dumani’s and a few other notables from their respective outfits. I preside over them all, though.” 

“Wait,” he frowned, unable to believe his ears. “Lale isn’t dead?” 

“No, Sean. Her being dead does nothing conducive for my running of arms further into the Middle East. I’m sure by the time she catches up with you, though, you’ll probably wish that she was.”  

She was taking way too much pleasure in this. His jaw tightened, and after the slugging he’d received in the early hours, it was an action which hurt like hell. “And where the fuck do I fit into all of this, exactly?” 

“Back in your old role, running your family business. The Dumani’s front for the drug cash, and you will front for the weapons I will continue to run through Africa and the aforementioned Middle East, eventually South America, too.” Oh, she was so, so pleased with herself, and he knew he deserved it, every ounce of it, but fuck. It stung like hell. He had his freedom; but it was her boot that trod upon his coattails.  

“Why me?” 

“Because as insufferable, impulsive and reckless as you are, Sean, I need the Wallace Corporation revived. With the extra capitol from my gun running empire, I need legitimate footings in London to keep the cash washed, hence why you need to return to your place and this time truly refrain from fucking everything up,” she explained succinctly, sipping her coffee.  

“So, Singer came to you as well then, yes?”  

She snorted a laugh. “No, Sean. Singer fucking works for me.”  

Fucking hell. Her words rocked him, learning of the reach she had, the power, how high she’d risen to be able to pull off what she had. While he’d slipped, she’d ascended. Quite deserving a fate, really, considering what he’d done to her. Still, it filled him with no sense of joy that he was effectively in her pocket now.  

While he’d gotten back what he’d coveted with such determination, the Wallace name on top again, it was not without its pitfalls. The greatest being that he would still answer to somebody else, in this case a woman who quite clearly loathed him. He was alive, free of his enemies, free of the investors, but without the freedom or dominance that he craved.  

“How did you do it?” he questioned, lifting his drink from the table and taking a careful sip. He was in more pain than he could ever remember being in, his throat feeling like it had been run over by a tank. “How on earth did you take out those of such power and influence?” 

“Easy,” she shrugged, her mouth curling into a smile. “I aligned myself with those of much greater power and influence.”  

“And me running the Wallace Corporation again, that was your only reason to do what you did for me?” 

She scoffed, beginning to laugh. “Sean, please don’t embarrass yourself by thinking I did it out of any fondness or feelings of magnanimity for you.” Her words were tinged with the kind of ice that didn’t exist in her eighteen-year-old self, Sean thinking it was a pity she seemed to have lost that warmth. “There was another reason, but you don’t deserve to be made privy to it just yet. If you behave, work well and become the kind of man who would have shown your father wrong in what he estimated of you, then you shall be.” 

He snorted softly. “Sounds ominous. And what if I demand to be informed right now?” 

Standing from her seat, Rin walked to the sofa, grasping his jaw and lifting his head sharply. He went to knock her hand away, her other grasping upon his delicate throat in dominance. “You are in absolutely no place to make demands of me. Seventh room on the right upstairs, there’s a guest bed made up for you. You can remain here until your old abode is liveable once more. If I were you, I’d spend most of my time up there. In fact, I insist upon it. Get the fuck out of my sight.” 

The stare they exchanged was weighted by both frost and fire, Rin eventually releasing her grip, picking up her coffee and sauntering back out, leaving Sean feeling as if somebody had cut off his air. He didn’t need the figurative of that so close after experiencing the literal, rubbing his sore neck as his brow furrowed.  

He had everything he wanted back, and none of it on his terms. He supposed he should have been grateful to her, yet the bile thrashed within his stomach like an angry serpent, spiny and cold, his grip upon the cup in his hand shaking as rage poured through him.  

There he was, a prisoner of his own actions, his own poor choices, at the beck and call of a woman whom he’d wronged so long ago, at her mercy entirely as she’d laid out her ground rules for him to abide by.  

And fuck, had she looked good while she’d been doing it.  

Damn her.  

[saiwasneverhere]

basically the whole list of what people requested for digital: - one of my ocs (NightFall, going to rename them smth in Hindi or Latin idk) in a bunny suit (+ Ranbato/Lambert in the bunny suit because of rabbit hole lol (hes Japanese so it makes sense-(HOW DO I MAKE HIM LOOK JAPANESE-)) - Humble Hearts ft. Pakistani clothing (which is like Indian clothing but similar) (if you dont know, Humble Hearts is another name for the Forneus x Narinder ship (the main is Fornari (I honestly hate ship names which just smash names together im sorry-)) - @almsiel-the-harvest-lord's and @ask-cottonofthefaith hugging (I suck at drawing people hugging so YAYYYYYYY experiment time !!) any more? What I have in mind (just the names:) - あなぐらぐらし ! (Anagura-Gurashi!) (Inspired by Kikou's song: あなぐらぐらし (Hole-dwelling)) - SAVE ME, LOVER ~ (Inspired by Marluxiam's song: Narcissistic gem) - So sweet, it makes me sick! (Inspired by kenzie's song: sickly sweet) - ランバートさん! (Lambert!) - the back of the moon. its ethereal. (Inspired by Cavetown's song: the back of the moon) - I lost my soul for you, only you! (Inspired by AJ Dispirito's song: FOREVER)

[koukouture]

Random HCs abt command but specifically Hassen and Nikola

Note: “Command” just sort of refers to the people who hand out missions. So Celica, Asimov, Nikola and Hassen

Okay okay so Nikola very obviously Slavic coded, I think Russian bc he’s immune to the cold lol like in Luna’s interlude he’s watching Lucia train in the snow in nothing but a SUIT. That out of the way

A friend suggested that Hassen is Pakistani American and honestly? I can get behind that. I do think he’s only half tho bc this guy is a white man 💀 I’m sorry but being raised in an orphanage did not help him.

Nobody in command can cook. Absolutely nobody. Except for Celica. Bc that girl can do everything

I also think that Celica can speak like five different languages. She’s just built like that

I think it’d be funny if Celica is trying to explain something and she just blanks and forgets how to explain it in all five languages.

Nikola gains an accent when he’s really angry. It’s like a scale the angrier he gets the more Russian he gets. (idk but personally I gain a weird Filipino accent when I’m frustrated does this happen to anyone else?) If anyone hears him yelling in Russian they better hide because Nikola does not yell

Oh yeah and on that, I don’t think Nikola yells. Yes he’s very menacing and scary and you know when he’s mad, but he never yells. And it’s because he has a nice, tight lid and control over his emotions. Basically you REALLY have to screw up in order for him to yell at you.

Hassen is scary for a different reason and that is that he’s super patient. When he’s mad he’s twice as a scary because once again, you have to really fuck up. He can tolerate A LOT but the scariest thing in the world is an angry Hassen because it’s probably very justifiable

I think this is somewhat in part to him actually being rather cunning. I think he can be quite manipulative as well and that’s where he gets the patience from

Asimov canonically having an attitude is kinda funny to me. Everyone else is stepping on eggshells around the president and commander but Asimov’s unhinged ass is out here like “Uh yeah, so here’s the thing; you’re fucking wrong”

I think the little nerd is feisty and he’s a a little smug about it because he knows that he’s usually right

I genuinely think Hassen and Nikola are friends. You can pry this from my cold dead hands but they’ve known each other forever and they are both the leaders of the Kurono hate club. They trust each other so much I just know it

Nikola has siblings and they’re all high ranking Kurono members

Nikola strikes me as a rich boy that was funnelled into politics and shady business by his parents. Idk he gives that vibe

Asimov has a sweet tooth. Maybe because it helps him stay awake idk.

Hassen keeps alcohol in his office. It’s not even like a nice wine or anything it’s just cheap beer

Asimov has a dark sense of humour. I just feel like he cracks some very out of pocket jokes sometimes

I know Hassen is good with kids it is written all over him

I like to think that surprisingly, Asimov is too. Hey, kids LOVE cool science he would be a neat baby sitter and they’d make one of those little baking sofa volcanoes or smth

Celica is not. She has no idea how to deal with the little suckers but they all like her anyways bc funny lady say funny words

I’m sorry but Nikola is last place here I don’t think he can deal with kids at all 💀 I feel like it could mostly be rooted in his guilt from helping Kurono get actual children to experiment on. Yeah he just cannot with children. He doesn’t hate them though

Anyways that was it for today’s episode of Kou’s Delusions hope you enjoyed it!

[triviareads]

Tastes Like shakkar sounds so good! What are your top 5 books with brown or desi characters?

I enjoyed Tastes Like Shakkar a lot more than I was expecting, and have relentlessly been shilling it ever since. It's such a solid romance, the sex was good, a lot of the desi family stuff (the concept of being a "family manager") really hit, but it never took away from the main romance. Also, it's always nice to feel "seen" in the books you read even though it's pretty rare for me, but since this was specifically about Indian-Americans in the NY-NJ area, I really felt that.

Here are books with desi rep apart from Tastes Like Shakkar that are in my top 5:

Wrong to Need You by Alisha Rai: I debated putting my other fave by Alisha, Serving Pleasure, on here but Wrong to Need You portrayed a less-troubled desi family dynamic than Serving Pleasure so I'm picking this. Sadia is a widowed single mom grappling with her attraction to her brother-in-law, Jackson who's just returned after a self-imposed exile related to a mysterious fire. The restrained tension between these two is so hot (ok maybe not entirely restrained; she doesn't recognize him when he first returns and nearly has sex with him lol). Also, Sadia, like Jiya below, subverts the passive Asian woman trope on multiple levels, and based on the dynamic between her and Jackson.

I also liked how Sadia's large, close-knit Pakistani-American family was portrayed; they may not see eye-to-eye all the time, but they love one another and are willing to learn and compromise.

Take a Hint, Dani Brown by Talia Hibbert: Zafir Ansari is truly a prince among men; him and Dani go viral for his rescue of her, and they start fake dating so his football charity can get some positive attention and donations. I like how Zafir was the romantic one among the two of them (and is a Bollywood romance fan, predictably), and is also great in the sack so... a winner, basically.

Also, Talia wrote this lovely exploration of grief (Zafir lost his dad and brother) and this really sweet relationship between Zafir and his SIL, and his family as a whole which I appreciated.

Sink or Swim by Tessa Bailey: I know Tessa has gotten a lot of flak for her portrayal of Latinx characters (which, deserved imo), and she's otherwise by and large stuck to writing white characters, but I can't deny she did pretty damn good job of writing Jiya and her family, who are desi, in this book. Here are my full thoughts on this.

The Roommate Risk by Talia Hibbert: Friends to lovers AND probably one of the only unrequited love books I'll ever recommend only because I love Jasmine so much (even while she's STRUGGLING to figure out that yes, Rahul has had feelings for her ever since she deflowered him on the... I wanna say library floor), and Rahul Khan is adorable and a stern, stern man who can absolutely get it. Similar to Zafir above, Rahul's dad also dies during the book (there's a lot of flashbacks) and Talia portrayed Muslim funeral customs and just the general family dynamics thoughtfully and in such an emotional way.

Hard Way by Katie Porter: lol my problematic fave because there are a few things that are just so weird in terms of rep: For one, the author keeps putting Sunita, the heroine, in "indian inspired" clothes, for example, some kind vaguely described professional suit inspired by a saree? Like, this woman is an attorney who works for a United States congressman. She's probably wearing a regular-ass suit like the rest of the people in that office. Also, her nickname in law school was the "Ice Queen of Bangalore" which was meant to be microaggressive, but the nickname literally makes 0 sense to me since she was raised in AMERICA, and considering half the Indians I know can't make the connection between being Kannadiga and possibly being from Bangalore, the capital of Karnataka, what are the chances these white mfs can, right? And the weird thing is, she narratively sort of "reclaims" her nickname, but it was such a cringe one to begin with and I don't even know why the authors bothered to put it in in the first place.

BUT Sunita is the only Kannadiga heroine I've ever read (I am. kannadiga, to clarify), she's a martial artist, she's struggling to work out her marriage with her husband (I'm a sucker for that shit), she's good with being kidnapped and zip-tied straight from the grocery store by her husband because it's a mutual fantasy, and she attends yakshagana performances (also very personal to me and my family)! Do you know how rare it is to see any of these things as far as brown heroines go? Maybe I have a lower bar for South Asian rep because there are so few romances that have South Asians who don't hate themselves/the culture AND have good sex scenes, but hopefully that will change as time goes on.

[themorguepoet]

Dq is bae huh? You watched one movie and act like you are some diehard kinda fan lmao. If SitaRamam didn't push the hindutva agenda but had a Muslim lead and Hindu princess I am sure you would be crying love jihad. You are telugu so ofc you are gonna act like its normal. Yall are the most gullible lot of the dravidian lands. I am glad that madness hasn't reached Kerala atleast. How many malayalam movies of dq have you watched even? I see none on your blog. Selective fangirling is real pathetic lmao. Also if you were gonna lie atleast make it believable. How does an Indian have pakistani teachers lol? You bringing up nfak is like how white people say "I cant be racist, I listen to black singers all the time"

Yes, dulquer salmaan is bae. You can't be more wrong, I have watched too many dq movies to count, I won't waste time listing them all here. I dont post everything I watch. Suit yourself with the assumptions.

Anon I can laugh off most of your ignorance but Sita Ramam slander is not tolerated on my blog. Tell me you didn't understand the movie without telling me you didn't understand the movie. No I wouldn't have cried love jihad if the movie with the Muslim lead and the Hindu princess followed the exact same storyline EXACT SAME. In that case I would have loved Fatima and Ali the same as I loved Sita and Ram.

I am not Telugu, funny you would assume that although I can see why. If you scroll through my blog though you will find Hindi, Bengali, Marathi, Tamil, Telugu, possibly one Kashmiri post and more. And none of the languages I mentioned are my mother tongues. So keep guessing.

Also, you hating on two entire states and a whole community? The blatant superiority complex and hate towards telugu people radiating in your sentence is so low. To be comfortable in your own skin and not compromise on your way of life isn't madness anon. Decolonise your mind. Kerala is a beautiful state and so is Andhra and Telangana. A lot of Telugu people live in Kerala and many Malyalis live in the telugu heartlands. Both of those linguistic families are a pride for the country so stop with your political divide. I don't even understand why you are bringing such random energy on my blog cuz I have never posted any proper political commentaries on my blog.

I can choose what to fangirl over. If I wanna obsess over dq for a month I will do it. You are probably new. My mutuals know how I post about the one same thing on a stretch for a while and then find something new and keep posting that instead. Selective fangirling isn't pathetic anon, you are.

I did not lie. I don't need to prove anything. Maybe consider that some Indians probably live in neutral countries where they interact with the rest of the world. Hence the pakistani teachers.

Fallacies bestie, all your fallacies are laughable. My point was, I appreciate all things good while taking pride in my own identity. I can post about Krishna and Dulquer salmaan in the same blog.

Your rant was very useless but I wanted to answer it anyways. There's more anons from you but i won't be answering anymore. I will just delete them.

@shut-up-rabert ye lo bhoi, maze le lo

[starlightshadowsworld]

your desi jason grace posts are giving me LIFE btw

Thank you!!!

I love them, love my boi so much. And making him Pakistani yess.

Here's some more Desi Jason headcannons for you 😊

Jason loves to hide secret messages in his mehndi.

He loves Gulab jamun, always gets 2 in a tub to share with Thalia.

Jason loves old dramas, he watches his mother's old shows when he feels homesick.

Urdu is Jason's first language though he had to relearn it after years of not using it.

He has messy handwriting but absolutely adores Urdu calligraphy and does it beautifully.

Jason has white and blue shalwar kameez and owns a grey lengha that was passed onto him by his mother (it went to Thalia but she felt it suited him better.)

He's very proud of his heritage but sometimes feels lost and out casted because of it. People don't think the son of Jupiter should look like him... And it hurts.

[purplesimmer455]

Cam took Piper up to her room, and they snuggled on her bed. "So, Cece and Hanh's wedding is coming up." Cam said as Piper snuggled with her. "I'm wearing my sage green suit that I showed you.” Piper grinned. “Oh, I love that suit on you, it fits perfectly and you look so handsome in it that I don’t think I’ll stop kissing you the whole night.” Cam grinned and said teasingly. “Why did you think I chose it? Also, what are you wearing?" She asked. Piper smiled coyly. "It's a surprise, Cammy." She said. "Oh come on." Cam said in the same tone, but Piper wouldn't tell her. "Pipes..." Cam murmured into Piper’s ear, knowing it would make her blush and it did. "I want you to see it and have your socks knocked off, I feel like you’ll love it so much on me that you won’t be able to stop kissing me either." Piper said, and Cam grinned. "Now I can't wait. Pipes can't I see a photo of you in it?" She asked, nuzzling Piper’s neck. "No, I want you to see it in person and be amazed." Piper said stubbornly and Cam sighed but smiled. "Okay, okay." She said, and took Piper’s hand. "I'm sure it’s beautiful because you always look beautiful in anything you wear." She added, and Piper smiled at her.

Meanwhile, Grace came over to visit Iseul, and she flushed as Iseul got up and kissed her cheek. Cam and Piper came downstairs then as well, and Piper greeted Grace. "Auntie Is told me so much about you." She said, and Grace grinned at a blushing Iseul. "Oh she did, did she?" She said, smiling. Plus Piper asked Grace if she's Pakistani, switching to Urdu as Cam chatted with Iseul. "I am, from my mum's side." Grace replied back, smiling. "Are you Pakistani too?" She asked, and Piper nodded. "From my mom Luna's side, I'm part Pakistani, Greek, Italian, and Chinese and from my mama Chrissy I'm part Sulanian and Bahamian." Grace’s eyes widened and she smiled. "Wow okay, so you're from so many places." Piper grinned. "Yup." Grace also asked Piper about her family and chatted with her.

After that Grace left, and Paenji and Min Jun headed to bed. Piper sat with auntie Is at the dining table and they talked. "Grace is pretty cool, auntie Is." Piper said. "You should definitely marry her." Iseul laughed. "I know, and I'm planning to, Pipes." She said. "You know, I'm glad you're going to be my auntie in-law one day, and we can go shopping at our fave stores, and hang out and Hanh and I will be your favorite nieces-in-law." Piper said half-jokingly, and Iseul laughed. "You're already planning that far ahead with Cam?" She teased. "Yup, we're going to get married in our mid twenties." Iseul nodded. "Honestly that sounds good that you guys are sure about each other." She said, and Piper nodded. "Auntie Megs told me that sometimes you just know when someone's the one for you." She said, and Iseul smiled at Megan's name. "Yeah, I can see Megs saying that, she's always been so sure of herself and confident and knowing what she wants and going after it, even something as simple as cajoling me into entering a metal working competition in college although I thought I could never compete with the pros." Iseul cleared her throat as Piper raised her brows but smiled. "Sorry Pipes, I got caught up in old memories with your auntie." Piper grinned. "It's all good, she does the same thing with you all the time saying 'Is and I did this in college' or 'I took Is to this club and we danced to a new song that came out' and so on." Piper said, and Iseul smiled. "Well, we're both old, cheesy, and nostalgic." Iseul joked, before adding. "Okay, I'm gonna head to bed, Pipes. Goodnight." She said, and she and Piper both got up from the table. "Goodnight auntie Is." Piper said. She used the bathroom once, and then snuggled with Cam under the covers and drifted off.

[slashcrz]

closed for @bloodycrxwn { devika. }

" So. When was it you were going to tell me? " Rakesh's voice came from behind Devika, where he leaned inconspicuously against the wall just beside the bedroom suite door to Ashir Singh's chambers. " Good thing I am not an assassin. Pakistani security is clearly terrible, if I made it through to you. " He did not mention that he'd all but lied && bribed the guards. Instead, he pretended to adjust his clothes, pushing his braid back behind him, fussing - it was all an act, building up to the score. Dark eyes raised to hers. " When was it you were going to tell me that you have abandoned the family on a whim? "

[smokeybrandreviews]

Please Stop, It's Already Dead

We’re almost a year into Zeb Wells’ run on Spider-Man and we finally got answer as to what the f*ck i going on. The mystery box has been opened and it’s full of f*cking stupid. Stupid, stupid, answers. Answers that just don’t work for the characters that we all know and love. Bro, like, i had a whole goddamn essay written about this, about how Zeb Wells has literally thrown out decades of growth and characterization for some half-hearted shock plot to basically troll the fandom but then i saw the leaks for issue twenty-six and what the f*ck? The death of Ms. Marvel? Really? You’re about to fridge Kamala Khan? Word? The most popular and visible Muslim character in f*cking comics, and you’re going to kill her off just to f*ck with Peter Parker even more than he’s already been f*cked over? What the f*ck is even going on anymore? What are you doing Marvel? How is this a good idea? How are these the optics you wan for your flagship comic book and most profitable hero? It’s like you hate money right now.

Listen, I'll be the first to admit that i didn’t care for Kamala when she was first introduced in the comics. Ma came about during the whole “All New, All Different” debacle and i just couldn’t stand any of that sh*t. It didn’t help that she was pushed so goddamn hard, to the point of sheer annoyance. I couldn’t pick up a Marvel comic without a f*cking Ms. Marvel mention for, like, two whole years. It was obnoxious how prominent this chick was in  comics but, as time went on, i got over it. Kamala is a thing. I’m good with that. It helps that she is unapologetically Pakistani and Muslim. That sh*t is f*cking dope and we can always have more represenation like that. Then she got a show. Yo, Iman Vellani did the impossible and changed my opinion of Kamla altogether.That was top-tier, RDJ-as-Iron Man casing right there. I am still wildly indifferent to Kamala in the books but Ms. Marvel in the MCU is the sh*t. It’s a crime more people didn’t watch that show but i think she’ll steal all of her scenes in the upcoming Marvels flick. Which, coincidentally, is also written by Zeb f*cking Wells so that might end up being a sh*tshow, too. which brings me back to my point: Why the f*ck are we fridging Miss Marvel in the goddamn first place?

Ma is poised o be a breakout star of one of the most anticipated (some would also say infamous) MCU entries to date. What the f*ck is the motivation behind such an ill-advised comic book death? Now, unlike a lot of people out there in the blogsphere, i don’t think this is desperate and lazy “plot twist” is racist or sexist. I can definitely see why people would say that but this, to me, stinks of corporate mandate. This is the Marvel suits making the call, probably to get buzz going for the aforementioned Marvels film because, so far, word is that thing is a goddamn mess. Which isn’t surprising considering that Wells wrote that thing, too. I Just want to hammer that fact home: Zeb Wells wrote the Marvels and is now killing off Ms. Marvel in the comics, for reasons. You would think it be counter-intuitive to kill off a third of your leads in said flick just for hate clicks but you know the old adage; All publicity is good publicity. I don’t think Marvel as a whole, needs anymore bad publicity, though, and this sh*t is the worst kind.

Wells isn’t even killing her off in her own book, man. Kamala Khan’s death, as temporary as it will probably end up being, is just to give “development” to Peter Parker. Her death is a f*cking plot device, devoid of purpose or narrative weight, and that is the greatest crime being committed here. Bad writing aside, do you know how disrespectful this is to the character? How condescending it is to her fans? It’s wild to me that the higher ups gave the green light for this bullsh*t but, i mean, they did hand Wells the reins to the most popular superhero in the world. And continue to let him f*ck it up. Why not throw a little brown girl sacrifice on the dumpster fire, too? Like, it keeps getting worse and I don't know how that's even f*cking possible. How is this Spider-Man run so bad? How does Wells keep making the absolute wrong choices? I don't even understand how someone who calls themselves a professional writer, can craft such an abysmal narrative and put their name on it. Proudly. You should hear this asshole in interviews. HE rally thinks he’s doing something great with this book right now. The delusion and hubris is real. It’s sh*t like this that’s letting manga absolutely massacre the US comics industry.

[pakistani-catering-near-me]

Pakistani Catering Near Me: Why Nosh Caterers is Your Perfect Choice

When it comes to hosting an event, the food you serve can make or break the experience. Whether it’s a wedding, corporate event, or a family gathering, the flavors of the dishes can leave a lasting impression on your guests. If you’re looking for something unique, flavorful, and truly authentic, Pakistani cuisine is the way to go. And if you're asking yourself, "Where can I find Pakistani catering near me?" Nosh Caterers is here to answer that call.

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At Nosh Caterers, we don’t just serve food; we deliver an experience. Here’s why you should consider us for your next event:

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[aarikafashion]

Hi, my name is Aarika, and welcome to today’s podcast! Pakistani salwar suits are celebrated for their elegance, luxurious fabrics, and intricate embroidery. These Pakistani salwar suit are perfect for weddings, festive occasions, and even casual gatherings, making them a must-have for your ethnic wardrobe. In 2025, the latest designs feature rich embroidery, pastel tones, and trendy shararas, blending tradition with modern style. Platforms like Mirraw offer a stunning collection of designer Pakistani salwar suits online, ensuring high quality and worldwide delivery. Join me as we explore why these suits are so special and where you can find the best ones. Let’s begin!

[carriepatsalis]

My First Day In The Most Dangerous Province in Pakistan. Was I safe? Urdu subtitles available.

🇵🇰My First Day In The Most Dangerous Province in Pakistan. Was I safe? Urdu subtitles available. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7emx2U9dZA Balochistan Travel Vlog #travelguide #pakistan #hingolnationalpark Hi Everyone and Welcome to the Carrie Patsalis Channel. Have you ever wondered if Balochistan is safe to visit? Well, join me on an unforgettable adventure to one of Pakistan's most fascinating and offbeat destinations! From the bustling streets of Karachi to the remote landscapes of Balochistan, this journey was filled with surprises, including stunning views, delicious food, and even a police chase! Along the way, I explore the incredible Hingol National Park, the world's third-largest ship-breaking yard, and experience Balochi culture firsthand with local traditions. ☑️ Timestamps 0:00 Coming up 0:19 Arriving at Avari Towers, Karachi - the most incredible hotel 0:28 The Ambassador suite, Avari Towers.. 5-star luxury 3:11 Karachi views from Avari Towers 4:03 The famous Avari Towers breakfast 5:25 My new tour guide arrives, Mr Ali Asghar 8:18 Leaving Karachi for Balochistan 6:39 We have police security in Baluchistan 6:59 We were involved in a Pakistani police chase 8:21 3rd largest shipbreaking yard on the planet in Baluchistan 15:06 Heading to Mustafa Sabreen restaurant for lunch 15:53 Camel meat on the menu, and Rosh 17:04 My first Balochi dress - it's beautiful! 17:39 When an English lady becomes a Balochi lady 19:00 Baluchistan is known for its natural resources - big business 19:39 The most decorated truck in Pakistan 20:22 Opened the truck to see inside.. it was a mistake 22:22 Incredible Hingol National Park mud volcanoes, Chandragup 24:55 Climbing Chandragup 1 27:59 Heading for hotel Gold Coast and checking it out This video is about Is It Safe To Visit Balochistan? What You Need To Know Before Visiting! But It also covers the following topics: Is Balochistan Safe To Travel Is Balochistan Safe To Visit Balochistan Pakistan 🔔Don't miss out on exploring offbeat locations with Carrie! Subscribe for unique travel experiences, cultural insights, inspiring travel stories, and exciting traveling vlogs. https://www.youtube.com/@carriepatsalis/?sub_confirmation=1 🔗 Stay Connected With Me. 👉Facebook: https://ift.tt/9PU5wvE 👉Instagram: https://ift.tt/7LJuDX9 👉Threads: https://ift.tt/aXq1Vc9 👉Tiktok: https://ift.tt/wKPiCeN 📩 For Business Inquiries: carrie@madcatmedia.co.uk ============================= 🎬 Recommended Playlists 👉 Pakistan 🇵🇰 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-ty8D8h0LI&list=PLMb-H_76JNYundk88Ep2gaC9QtwOsIF_y&pp=iAQB 👉 Bangladesh 🇧🇩 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=beziBVA_N78&list=PLMb-H_76JNYunfWra_KWeKcVg8bN5lCnu&pp=iAQB 🎬 WATCH MY OTHER VIDEOS: 👉 🇵🇰My FIRST TIME trying BEEF KARAHI in Chitral, Pakistan! It was AMAZING! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0KSlL8CpOc 👉 I think Khyber Pakhtunkwa is THE BEST region of Pakistan! Why you MUST visit! 🇵🇰 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNTeMaW77EA 👉 🇵🇰Why you should visit GHIZER VALLEY! I did not expect to see such BEAUTY! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgfUduxZgQM 👉 Crossing the MOST DANGEROUS bridge in Pakistan. Could you DO THIS?! 🇵🇰 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rf-by2ssyio 👉 Can you BELIEVE this is PAKISTAN? The media WON'T show you this!🇵🇰 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Whgh4XS3qI ============================= 🔎 Related Phrases: Balochistan Travel, Is Balochistan Safe, Exploring Pakistan, Hidden Gems In Pakistan, Adventure Travel, Pakistan Travel Vlog, Balochistan Adventure, Hingol National Park, Ship Breaking Yard, Local Culture Pakistan, Karachi To Balochistan, Balochistan Tourism, Offbeat Travel Destinations, Travel Safety In Pakistan, Pakistan Culture, Pakistani Food Vlog #balochistan #pakistantravel #hiddenplaces #adventurevlog #travelvlog #balochistansafety via Carrie Patsalis https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCOSRCs02QwKbpG5ogw1ONkA November 30, 2024 at 06:00PM

[nightguide]

I GREW UP TO DISNEY AND I NOW KNOW THAT BRIDGIT MENDLER IS RELATED TO KING ARTHUR (WHY I'M LANCELOT RELATED TO THAT LANCELOT AN ARTHUR WERE BESTIES FROM THE BEGINNING) THEIR FRIENDSHIP CHANGES THE WORLD AND WHY IF THEY MET (ME AN BRIDGIT) IS GONNA CHANGE THE WORLD IF SHE WAS MY FIRST LONG LASTING FRIEND (THAN THE BLACK ZOMBIE RELATIVE OF TIME AND SPACE)

PAKISTANI'S GO WELL WITH BLONDE TRIBES

LIKE RAMADAN GOES WITH MUSLIM CUZ IT NEVER ENDS

IF YOU WANT TO READ IT FOR YOURSELF TO AVOID GLANCE NAZAR (HEARTBREAK IN WHAT YOU DO FOR A LIVING TO SACRIFICE TIME FOR THAN THE LATTER):

SUN SIGN: WHAT YOU ARE IF YOU ARE NOT THERE

DEGREE OF SUN SIGN: WHY ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MOTHER

HOUSE OF SUN SIGN: LAW OF THEIR WORLD (BOUNDARIES)

MOON SIGN: YOUR HEART IN ACTUAL REALITY OF THE WORLD YOU LIVE IN (ALLAH LOVES YOU FOR THAT REASON ONLY, NOTHING ELSE)

DEGREE OF MOON SIGN: YOU DON'T EVEN CARE (FATHER FOUGHT FOR THAT REASON TO LIVE ON: HIS ANGER IS YOUR EXISTENCE MADE INEVITABLE FOR CHILD'S LIFE TO GROW ON (CHILD IS GOD ONLY TO THEIR JUDGEMENT OF HIS GROWTH BEYOND THAT (IMAAN IS FAMILY FAMILIAR LOVE) WHOLENESS OF YOUR AYAH IN THE QUR'AN (WHY YOU MATCH THAT OF ONE OF THE 99 NAMES)

HOUSE OF MOON SIGN: WORLD OF THEIR WORLD (FRIEND ENERGY LIKE THEIR OWN WORLD (HEART LIKE AN OPPOSITE RACE OF THEIR LIFE IS THEIR FRIEND)

MERCURY SIGN: YOU ARE WHY YOU ARE THE WAY YOU ARE BY NATURE OF THE WORLD (ROOT SUITED TO THE NATURE OF THE INDIVIDUALS HANDS OF THE LATTER ENERGY (REALISED LATER BY THOUGHT OF WHO THEY TRULY WANTED TO BE)

DEGREE OF THE MERCURY SIGN: YOU'RE MORE ATTRACTED TO WHY YOU ARE THE WAY YOU ARE (HUSBAND DEGREE CHECK)

HOUSE OF MERCURY SIGN: WHY ARE THEY TOO FAMILIAR TO THE WORLD (SOCIAL WONDER OF THOUGHT BACK TO THE BOOKS OF LIFE)

BRIDGIT MENDLER'S BIRTHCHART EXPLAINED:

SUN/SAGITTARIUS 27.2: SHE COMES OFF LIKE A REASONABLE PERSON THAT HAS ANSWERS LIKE 'WHAT IF THAT' AND YOU KNEW (LIKES IT WHEN YOU TALK MORE FOR HER TO LISTEN TO YOU LIKE THAT, SHE ALSO LIKES TO HEAR YOU TALK ABOUT THINGS THE FAMILY MISSED OUT IN CASE HER PAKISTANI FRIEND ON THE RIGHT MISSED OUT, SHE IS KNOWN TO COLLECT WONDERS LIKE THAT IF SHE NEVER MISSED OUT (YOU KNEW WHO SHE IS IS BECAUSE OF HER WHEN THE WORLD ENDED) IS HOW SHE LIKES TO TALK FOR YOU BY WHAT SHE DID BEFORE SHE PHYSICALLY CAME TO YOU BY 'THOUGHT HOUSE' LIKE SHE KNOWS HER BEST FRIEND TELLS YOU (PAKISTANI GIRL ON THE RIGHT) MADE YOU UP FOR HER TO LIVE IT (ITS HER WORLD)

10H: SHE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE ENDS MEET BY SOCIAL SETTING

MOON/LIBRA 21.46: SHE DOES NOT TAKE HER TIME BUT BELIEVED IN HER PAKISTANI FRIEND TOO MUCH THAT SHE IS HER WHEN MY HEART (ME LINNA) IS BROKEN (I'M QUIET) IS HOW I'M RESTORING FAITH BY ECO-RESEARCH (OFFLINE ACTIVITY WITH MY FATHER, THE KING) AND ME RIGHT BACK (ME WITH BRIDGIT MENDLER AT LAST)

7H: SHE LIKES PEOPLE TOO TOO MUCH THAT SHE NEVER LEAVES YOU APART (NOT EVEN COMPARED TO THE 'DEEP HAPPINESS' HER PAKISTANI BFFL HAS IN COMMON WITH HER, LIKE IF THE PARABLE 'SHE' IS HAPPY, THE PAKISTANI BFFL IS MORE EXTRAVERTED (MARRIED LIFE) HAPPY IN COMPARISON TO 'I'LL GRASS LINNA'S MOM OUT FOR WOW LIFE HAPPY' IF NOT FOR THE OBVIOUS COUNTRY LEPRECHAUN IN THE HOUSE (ALLAH SAYS NO NO TO THAT AND BRIDGIT IS MORE OF A SINCERE FOLLOWER THAN THE JILBARBIE (JILBAAB GARMENT FOR THE BLACK PLOT HOLES LEARNING QUR'AN ESOTERIC RAP STYLE) THOT IN THE HOUSE NORMALISING CLEANING AS PROSTITUTION CENTRES FOR 'FREE RULES' COMPLICATIONS IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD (AN THE AUDACITY OF THAT BEING CONFIRMED BY THAT HAREM-HIJABI BUDDHA AT THE MASJID IN HOLLYWOOD THEY'RE FREEING TO DESTROY)

MERCURY/SAGITTARIUS 8.10: SHE CAN TALK (HUMAN ENCYCLOPEDIA) THAT U CARE MORE ABOUT HER FAMILY STATUS THAN SHE CUZ THE PAKISTANI BESTIE IS IN HER PRADA ERA NOW (HER QUR'AN IS COMPLETE BUT SHE'LL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT HER LIFE ON HER OWN PAGE DEDICATED TO HER)

9H: PEOPLE ARE LIBRARIES TO HER (SHE LIKES U CUZ UR A BOOK TO HER OR THAT HER PAKISTANI BFFL LIKES TO TALK 'THOT SHIT' IN THE FORM OF HER OWN LIFE BACK TO YOU (HER STORIES ARE WRITTEN IN HOLLYWOOD (LIKE THE QUR'AN SAYS 'WRITTEN IN THE STARS' LIKE GORI'S SAY THAT BUT THE NEURODIVERGENT'S GET THAT BY LITERALLY PEOPLE (U THINK UR AN ORC) BEING AROUND HER BY 'THAT ONE MAN HER DAD TRUSTS WITH HIS DEATH MARK AGAINST THE SOCIAL MASJID KUWAITI MEDICKAL STUDENT SHE THINKS SHE IS HUSBAND WITH NO ARMOUR, JUST PASST HIS ISSUES TO LOOK AT U LIKE BFF (HE AINT AROUND BUT THE TOILET REMAINS BUT U DON'T (THATS WHY 'HE' LIKES U) ENERGY SO THAT BRIDGIT CAN LEARN AND LINNA CAN TRAVEL (BOTH LACKED BRAIN AND HEART WHICH THEY GAVE EACH OTHER BEFORE THEY MET IN PERSON (WHY LINNA WAS QUIET DEATH PERSONA TO BRIDGIT GETTING THE FCK OUT OF HERE ANALOGY (RESONATES THE SECRET TO WHY 'THAT ONE HOPEFUL BESTIE' HAS A TRILOGY OF 'WHY YOU CANNOT TALK, SO IT'S UR FUTURE NOW' (ITS UR LIFE UR LOOKING AT, SO GOOD LUCK CHARLIE)

VENUS/AQUARIUS 11.35: SHE LIKES IT IF YOU MAKE HER FEEL AT HOME BY THOUGHT (SHE LIKES WHAT SHE DOES SO THE PAKISTANI BFFL IS HER ALGORITHM (SPEECH) TO HER VIBE (LIFE LIKE YOU) BUT BRIDGIT KNEW YOUR GENEROSITY IS RARE (WHY SELENA GOT THE HIT IN LINNA'S TUMBLR SPIRAL) WHICH IS WHY SHE GIVES AND LINNA SPEAKS (BOTH ONE AND THE SAME PERSON APART IS A WORLD ENDED (EXPLAINS THE EUPHRATES RIVER COMPLETELY, WE ALL HAVE ONE (REASONS TO DIE FOR ALLAH NARRATIVE TO LIVE ON (HUMAN TARGET)

11H: SHE MAKES U BELIEVE IN ALLAH MORE CUZ SHES WHITE (FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN RACES IS CUTER THAN LIFE ITSELF) LIKE U NEVER HAVE IT MORE THAN BRIDGIT'S REVERT JOURNEY TO LINNA MARRYING BIG TIME (EACH OTHER'S DREAMS ARE COMPLETE)

MARS/CANCER RETROGRADE 24.55: SHE DOES NOT LIKE WHAT LINNA SAYS NO TO (HOME FIRST AND LINNA HAS A PICKY EYE CUZ OF HER PAST JOB DECLINED HER WORLD (REASON TO BE HERSELF) AND BRIDGIT LIKES TO SHOP AND LINNA LIKES TO BE APPRECIATIVE OF THE WORLD WITH IT (FAVOURITE ANYTHING IS FASHION 10% TO WORLD LIFE AVENUE (LIKE TAKE LINNA TO ITALY AND IT'S AUTOMATICALLY NEVER FORGOTTEN TO HER LIKE GOING HOME WAS TO HER (SHE WAS ONCE AN ORPHAN), BRIDGIT ALSO MAKES SENSE WITH HER FAMILY (WHO AIN'T PART OF IT BY EXAMPLE) SHE IS BY LAW (A REVERT FROM HOLLYWOOD KNEW JAHANNAM AS MUCH AS LINNA DID FROM THE RAT RACE (OPPOSITE LIVES) THAT THEY BOTH WITNESSED THE DEATH OF THEIR CAREERS TO LEAD ON (WHY BRIDGIT STOPPED HER MUSIC CAREER IS LINNA EVICTED FROM HER OWN COURSE TO UNDERGO A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (WHY SHE CANNOT TALK BY HEARTBREAK IS HER MOTHER ON HEART ATTACK SPECTRUM) BRIDGIT NOW CAN SAY AND IT IS AND LINNA CAN HAVE AN OPINION (BOTH KNOWING THEIR GRANDPARENTS WERE NOT THERE TO SOLVING CHANCES OF THEIR OWN (THEY ARE EACH OTHER'S GRANDPARENTS IN THE END OUT OF LIFE BREAK (JEHOVAH'S WITNESS'S BEING TOLD WHAT TO DO AND MORMON'S BEING FREED FROM SLAVERY (HISTORY ITSELF FELL APART)

5H: BRIDGIT IS FUN ITSELF (NOTHING MATTERS IN THE PAST IS YOUR FUTURE (WEDDING DAY VIBES ALONE IS NOTHING COMPARED TO YOU)

JUPITER/LIBRA 12.8: BRIDGIT MAKES LINNA HAPPIER BY TRUTH IN WHAT THEY DO TOGETHER (FACT IS HONOUR THAN THEORY (LINNA BEING THEORY CHASING FACT (BRIDGIT) IS WHY THEY TOO SMART FOR THEIR OWN GOOD DESPITE BEING SILENT ON SOCIAL MEDIA (PHONE RESTRICTION LIMITS BEING CAUGHT ON THE CELEBRATION CLOCK ITSELF (ISLAM BEING HELD TO WITNESS IS A PURGE MOVIE BEING MADE TO MEASURE YOUR WORTH BASED ON TACTICAL SURVIVAL SKILLS TO KEEP YOU GOING (BELIEVER MADE INTO PRACTICE)

7H: BRIDGIT IS LINNA'S WORK (HEART ITSELF) BRIDGIT IS ACCURATELY AL-BA'ITH OF THE 99 NAMES TO BE EXACT ON HER PRIORITY OF HUMAN BEING (LINNA'S HONOUR)

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