#fuck bollywood moment

[zeherili-ankhein]

what about bollywood stereotypes on bengal

You want me to like them or what?? 😭😭

The biggest turn of for me nowadays is when they show Bengalis with stereotypes

I hate Bollywood for this ufffff

I haven't watched the movie but from what I saw Bhool Bhulaiya 3 got it so icky I almost cried

And not to mention the numerous other movies I'm probably forgetting

[loumandivorce]

PAHELI (2005)

[theinfinitedivides]

if this ends up being true God loves me and he loves us all. amen

[powergayser]

i fucking love asha bhosle. queen. slay. mother.

[cherrynflowergarden]

Hey girly, do u tk requests?? If so can u plz do Kenan y. W a desi reader? It can be a fluff or whatever u like 💗

bf!kenan x desi!reader headcanons

masterlist taglist

bf!kenan who tries to learn as much as he can about your culture.

bf!kenan who learns hindi or your native language to impress you and your family.

bf!kenan who can't eat anything spicy but really loves the spicy foods.

bf!kenan who calls you "meri jaan" (my life).

bf!kenan who loves when you wear traditional kurtis and sarees.

bf!kenan who does the "hayeee" expression with a hand on his heart. (yaar me and who)

bf!kenan who recreates all the iconic bollywood moments with you.

bf!kenan who becomes a bollywood enthusiast when he starts dating you.

bf!kenan who loves to go on street food dates. he definitely has an unhealthy obsession with pani puris.

bf!kenan who loves when you apply mehndi (henna) on your hands. he definitely dots way too much after you when you have henna clad hands.

bf!kenan who demands you to put mehndi every festival.

bf!kenan who enjoys so much in a big fat desi wedding.

bf!kenan who starts using random hindi words in daily conversations.

"bhai (bro) let's go there tomorrow" "haa haa (yes) sure" "he's pagal (insane)"

bf!kenan who looks like a bomb in kurta. (likeeee imagine him with black kurta and folded sleeves mai mar gayi)

bf!kenan who side eyes people who say chai tea.

bf!kenan who will match his kurta to your saree. (bhagwan mai kab)

bf!kenan who had a hard time convincing your desi parents that he indeed is a good boyfriend for their daughter, but now gets damaad (son in law) treatment from them. your parents call him "beta" (son) and he loves every second of it.

an; THIS IS WHAT I WANT OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DESI READER REQUEST 🌷🌷🌷my mind is completely blank rn omg so sorry this was short but more desi!reader x someone soon???

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[millythegardener]

Bad dog, Good dog 1

A series of short blurps about how dear Reader met young Simon Riley and trained him into a fairly fit-for-society individual. (War crimes? What warcrimes.)

Can be read alone or as a prequel to This moment.

No warnings, nothing explicit. Minors do not interact!

Read under cut 🤗👇

You used to volunteer at an animal shelter.

That’s why his gaze felt familiar.

It was the gaze of a dog that’s one kick away from tearing apart his handler. But he can’t. A part of him will always wag his tail and lick the hands that beat him, because all he really wants to is to be a good boy.

And when he leaves his lukewarm beer on the table and begins walking through the party crowd to you, you know exactly what to do.

There are no bad dogs. Just bad people.

…

A Bollywood film plays in the small flatscreen TV, volume almost painfully high.

Despite its name, Royal Delhi wasn’t exactly what you had imagined when ’Simon from the pub’ had texted you: ”Dress nice takin u out 2 eat” No puctuation, not even asking if you wanted to go. Simply informing.

This is probably what you deserve for getting drunk at the pub’s Scottish Saturday, you reckon, while queuing at the counter.

He orders you both the lunchtime special, which is butter chicken for 18£ today. When you offer to pay him your half back, the glare of his brown eyes alone is enough for you to quickly draw your hand out of your purse.

He looks even more massive and intimidating crammed into the small restaurant. Your alcohol-induced confidence from a few days ago has disappeared, and you wonder if you bit more than you can chew.

The two of you make awkward small talk over the table. Simon is blunt, but polite.

He hoovers the butter chicken plate empty like his life depends on it.

Every time you ask something about him, he dodges the question or turns the conversation to you instead. The flimsy table rattles, because he keeps bouncing his leg underneath.

Simon offers to drive you home. You tell him no.

”Didn’t your mum teach you about stranger danger?” you ask, half joking.

”No”, he replies. He’s dead serious.

You let him walk you instead.

”Well, uh… Thank you, Simon. I had a good time.”

He shrugs, then nods. Hands shoved into pockets, he kicks the rocks on the sidewalk.

”I mean it. Felt nice to be out with a proper gentleman, for once.” Do you have low standards? Probably. But he did behave reasonably well and paid.

Simon’s expression perks up and he lets out an amused huff.

”Ain’t a proper bone in my body, luv”, he grunts before pulling you to the nastiest, sloppiest, tongue-in-your-throat first kiss that you have ever received.

…

Simon speedwalks back to his car, face pink as a spring radish, shoves the keys into the lock and bangs his head on the roof while hurrying inside.

”WHY THE FUCK DID I DO THAAAAT???!!!”

[martian-astro10]

The fact that Priyanka chopra is a kritikka ascendant and she's known for giving really good answers in interviews is so....fitting. she's so well spoken and witty. I've also noticed that whenever an interviewer asks her a controversial question she somehow manages to answer it in such a way that it makes the interviewer look bad, and that is something I really admire about her. To be honest, I feel like her intelligence is one of the reasons why she was able to "survive" (literally and metaphorically) in bollywood. She's so slay.

Also, this woman is so cunning, Karan Johar is one of the people who run bollywood and everyone knows that he has a soft spot for shah Rukh Khan (also a hard one 👀), so she got into a relationship with him (and the fact that she made it so obvious that she was dating him, and made sure that the whole thing was public), stayed safe and the moment she felt like her life was in danger (which it probably was), she (this is controversial) used his connections to get into Hollywood.

Is she a great fucking actress?? Yes. But if you think that she managed to achieve all of this through pure hard work, especially in an industry like bollywood, then you all are naive.

[moonsvillain]

— various unsorted [desi] james potter headcanons

at least once a day when he’s back home on school break, he makes his mother and him chai to share with biscuits while they discuss catch up with each other.

absolutely loves writing letters. james spends hours penning them out to send to his friends, family, just about anyone he’s close with.

carries around a digital camera because he saw his father’s collection of photo albums and flipped through them one afternoon, becoming determined to keep up his own collection. has one photo album dedicated solely to the marauders.

james is fiercely protective over his friends and the younger gryffindor students. he has a pretty laid back demeanour but snaps to the defensive for the people he cares about when he sees they’re in trouble.

he’s something of a mother-hen. the marauders, who get the brunt of this, get exasperated by his fussing but he’s steady in his insistence on making sure they’re alright, well-fed and watered. ends up freaking out when they get sick because of this, much to their amusement.

he’s a bit of a neat freak. one thing his father drilled into his mind was having a proper morning hygiene routine and can’t stand how dirty the bathroom and dorms get with four teenage boys sharing the space, so he’s always deep cleaning at least once a month. imagine sisyphus with a mop.

very touchy. his friends’ personal space is his personal space. his love language is physical affection and he’s someone who’s very dependent on it. will idly hold someone’s hand while rambling on about nothing, slumped under an oak tree by hogwarts’ lake.

a very competitive quidditch player. he likes to pretend that everything comes easy to him out of some weird sense of pride or his belief that he’ll be cooler if he holds onto a facade of nonchalance but on a particularly manic day he could rival oliver wood’s special brand of obsessive enthusiasm when it comes to a quidditch match.

james and sirius “dated” for one week in their first year because they both wanted practice at a relationship so they wouldn’t fuck up if they got into a real one. they broke up because james spelled sirius’ knees into being unable to bend and laughed at how stupid his gait looked on his way to the hospital wing because he didn’t remember the counter-jinx.

there are a few words that james says completely wrong because he never actually heard them growing up—just read them and guessed how they were pronounced without going through the effort to figure it out—and up until he’s in his twenties, he’s still discovering bits and pieces of his vocabulary that he’s been pronouncing wrong for his entire life without knowing.

james didn’t learn to speak english until he was six but now he speaks it better than he does his mother tongue. every few summers he tells himself he’ll learn urdu properly, and every few summers, he forgets about this resolution entirely.

his relatives from back home had a collection of dvds that fleamont liked to watch for nostalgia’s sake, and as a result, james grew up watching them as well. by the time he gets to hogwarts, his mind is filled with bollywood classics, earworms in the form of love songs in hindi that twirl through his brain while he floats through detentions, and romantic gestures that seem just fantastical enough for him to try them on the first beauty he saw (read: lily evans) when he first stepped foot in hogwarts.

when sirius runs away from home for good and ends up at james’ place, they spend the first three weeks immediately afterwards sleeping in the same bed, james hugging him through nightmares while sirius clung onto him for dear life. something in their friendship changed for good that night, and james thought sirius became a brother to him at that moment.

[loveaurdeepression]

DESI SHENANIGANS WITH MIGGY#2

wehave kamal hassan cameo :D

"ispiderman ispiderman tu ne churaya mera dil ka chayn-"

"baby, WHAT?"

"SHARON SHARON-"

-humming songs and bopping your head while you cook together, only for you to stop and scream when he adds curry leaves to hot oil to make dal

-literally you bolt and wait till that part of cooking is done

-mig would like fried karela i said what i said(i hate it sm) olive theory 2.0 fr

-pls i want to watch jodhaa akbar with him and blush during the sword scene and the IN LAMHON KE DAAMAN MEIN

-and bffr jab we met is his jam. he'd love it its his comfort move

-loves the stronger bite of thums up, will drink it if its there, much to your chagrin

-u give him a sip of filter coffee that your paati taught you to make and hes a goner

-KAMAL HASSAN AVVAI SHANMUGI(bollywood folks its chachi 620) he'd get emotional watching the reunion parts

-him helping you put your jewellery on when you get ready, you pinning his sherwani pin properly like a desi version of a bowtie

-PAYALS HIM PUTTING ON YOUR ANKLETS FOR YOU AND KISSING YOUR ANKLES

-you dont dance much but during a sangeet? please. besides you're too gone to concentrate on how youre dancing youre in your zone and he loves it

-undoing your safety pins when yall get home, helping each other undress

-lmfao you get stuck trying to remove your blouse and he has to help you as you lowkey panic

-look, as desi girlies, we have the body hair and it can be an insecurity, esp if ur surrounded by family who call you unhygienic if you dont shave, even though you like shower and take care of yourself

-mig doesnt give a SHIT you think body hair, something natural bothers him? nah doesn't matter where the hair is, arms, legs, underarms,back, toes, fingers, stomach, BOOBS, ahem down there, its natural and its normal

-as long as ur comfy and clean, hes happy

-fuck the parlour didis who make us feel bad for being normal and if you feel sad he'll do everything in his power to reverse it.

-order ur favorite snacks, kiss you silly, make tea(that almost works)

-ur love is literally sirivennela incarnate

THE LYRICS HELLO?

SHE IS THE IMAGE OF ALL THAT IS BEAUTIFUL IN CREATION? PLEASE-

=he never knew gandhi was a grade A asshole until he met you

-you both bond over ur shared hatred of the british gov

-"jaan?"

"yeah?"

"can you steal the kohinoor?"

*sigh* "querida, for the tenth time, as much as i would LOVE to, no i cant"

:((((

-if hes pissed yk how to get him to laugh

"jaan, jaan, mig, mig;

"WHat."

after a few moments of silence, a lazy grin makes its way onto your face as you bend a little

*deep breathe*

"ISPIDERMAN ISPIDERMAN-

[mikuni14]

Last Twilight - Ep 12

I really gave this series a chance, I honestly sat down for this episode thinking, ok, maybe they will save this dumpster fire that was the finale of the previous ep. I really WANTED to like it.

The series went for my throat literally in the first minute 😀 After that everything was more or less torture. Almost every scene, every word felt like it was written specifically against me 😆

Let's start with a nice scene of a smiling Day saying coachy, positive bullshit suggesting that he pulled himself up by his bootstraps, and wasn't literally dragged out of the stagnation and depression by Mhok. A montage of scenes of Day thriving. All of this thanks to himself!

And then Mhok arrives, cue the romantic Halmark escalator scene and………… ……………………. ……………….. Mhok and Day slip into their old shoes, acting exactly like they did after their first kiss scene LMAOOOO they literally went back in time to this episode, Mhok flirts, Day is skittish. Everything that happened is pointless. They act like the 3 YEARS (!!!!) apart, or that horrible scene, or even the fact that Day fucking blocked Mhok didn't exist.

This whole episode killed me because it made it seem like Day was the victim of something really bad and Mhok was the bad guy, like it was all because of him, like he had done something terrible to Day. When Day asks his mother if he can give Mhok a chance because he might do "the same thing again", it sounds like Mhok was beating him or cheating on him????? Mhok thanking for the breakup????????? Mhok doing emotional labor again and winning over Day, while Day pushes him away (but not really) and is blushing and skittish and just takes the attention given to him was a literal repeat of the past and actively made me feel upset, for me it was humiliating to see Mhok like that.

And what's interesting - Mhok after his return is exactly the same, he behaves exactly the same, he is "overprotective" again. But now, Day and the plot are ok with it? 🤔

And this wedding, which somehow was about Day anyway. Like everything. (Night and Porjai in the future: remember our wedding? oh yes, that event when we took DAY to the airport and when DAY had his eye surgery? 😆)

Also, please leave the weddings, the profound speeches, the dramatic scenes, the tearjerkers, the airport runs, and the sudden phone calls about available transplants to the professionals. Soap operas do it so much better, so just… leave it. I can cry my eyes out at these scenes during Bollywood movies because they know how to do it. In Last Twilight I don't know where to hide because of embarrassment.

Day getting his sight back? I'm for it! It wasn't a miracle, just a medical procedure. Why would they deny him that? Especially since medicine could help in his case. But again, it's not about what happened, it's about HOW it happened, it's about the execution (which is also my main complaint about the scene from the previous episode). It was just melodramatic and crammed into the moment to force an emotional response from the audience. And did you notice how flat the scene when Day sees fell? "I can see!" haha, Porjai is pretty, end of the scene. Like???? The series told a certain story and from a narrative point of view, Day's regaining his sight at that moment and in such a way was artificial, so it does not give any satisfaction or joy in the fact that a blind person can see again - I was embarrassed by how cringe and saccharine this scene is. Not to mention the beginning of the episode contradicted the ending of the episode! The story must hold together, it must be coherent, the series should have a central, main idea. Last Twilight doesn't have that, it lost it 2 episodes ago, and the saccharine ending of this show was just a soap opera nail in the coffin.

tl;dr Mhok and Day are back in the past. Despite the loud speeches about development, growing and having a beautiful life despite adversities, the series made sure that the characters end it pretty much the same, in perfect circumstances, without the slightest cloud in their perfect sky 😀

The best things about this series are:

Mhok, my golden boy

Night without hesitation or making a big deal out of it, calling Porjai's baby his. I am a sucker for men who don't care whether their child is his blood. Night and Ha Do Young from The Glory, unconditionally loving their children regardless of whether they are their biological parents -> 💯💯💯

Right now, I'm not even angry, I don't even have any particular negative feelings. I just… I watched the whole episode like that:

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Corrupted, chapter 23: Getting Real - a TMA x Malevolent crossover

So, here they are: facing fear-gods, and a fucked-up eater of fear-gods, and a weird Welsh heritage, and a death sentence from the devil incarnate, and… they’re flirting about it.

He likes it.

He likes Hastur.

Oh. Oh, he's in over his head.

Corrupted, a TMA x Malevolent crossover featuring Tim Stoker and the King in Yellow, chapter 23.

AO3

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One of the challenges of an emotional eruption is the tendency to feel stupid after.

Objectively, Tim knows he’s not being stupid. He’s comforted loads of people (drunk and otherwise) who felt overwhelmed and out of control, and he’s aware nobody blames him, or thinks he’s overreacting.

Jon gets him tea. It’s pointless and silly and Tim feels so… moved.

Myrddin just lets him cry it out by walking away and giving him space. Again, Tim is moved; he wanted the space, but was uncomfortable asking for it.

Elias calls back. Yeah, no. Tim doesn’t answer that.

Tim. Tim, breathe.

Tim thinks that's an excellent idea. “I need some air,” he says, sounding nose-stuffed and weary.

“Is that… safe?” says Jon.

“My gut says yes, as long as I don’t go too far, I think.”

“Well, then by all means, don’t do that,” says Jon imperiously.

Tim quashes the urge to put Jon in his pocket and smiles instead. “I won’t. Thanks.” And not remotely in the mood for searching for a door, he climbs right through an open window and away.

#

The ocean goes on forever. He can’t even see the gray horizon-line out there in the fog.

He knows Wales is over there, but weather doesn’t permit visual confirmation, and all he can see is mist and wave and sky. It’s a weirdly lonely feeling. If not for the tower right behind them, it would easily feel like they were abandoned at the edge of the world.

Simon Fairchild, he thinks, would love the view. Then he remembers Junior’s thumb mutating the horizon for a moment, and he sways, dizzy.

Are you all right?

“Super,” says Tim, leaning on his thighs and taking a minute to breathe deeply.

Hastur sounds subdued. I'm sorry, Tim.

"You pronounced those pretty good without practice," says Tim, knowing he isn't making a ton of sense.

Hastur ignores the quip. All of this is so much to ask of a human. I'm sorry.

Tim stands. Swallows. He faces the fact that a god just apologized to him—and a narcissistic, dramatic, ridiculous god, at that. Then Tim faces the fact that if he has to stand up to horrible monsters and impossible magic, he doesn't want to do it alone.

No, it's not that he doesn't want to do it alone. He wants to do it with Hastur.

More than with Danny. More than with any friend. He wants to be with Hastur through this, and he is absolutely not ready to analyze that. “I appreciate that." It's too close, too vulnerable, too real, and Tim jukes left of subject. "All this isn't how I thought my life would end, that’s for certain.”

Tim… it isn’t ending. Not for sure. There may yet be a way to save you.

Tim scoffs. “Don’t you mean us? You better mean us.”

You will have the greatest story ever told when this is through. I expect you to elaborate on my greatness.

Oh, no, Hastur didn't mean us. “Well, sure. Gonna sell the rights to Bollywood, and live off the inevitable franchise money that comes from it.”

Why Bollywood?

“Because any film of my life needs to have gaudy fun, charisma, a good sense of humor, and some baller dancing."

Hastur laughs softly. Ah… I do like you, Tim.

There’s no regret in that statement anymore. There’s an eagerness, an expectation, a focus so intense it has weight. Of course, Tim goes with it. “Kind of impossible not to imagine degenerate things when you talk like that.”

If this works, you won’t have to imagine them anymore.

Hoo, boy. So, here they are: facing fear-gods, and a fucked-up eater of fear-gods, and a weird Welsh heritage, and a death sentence from the devil incarnate, and… they’re flirting about it.

He likes it.

He likes Hastur.

Oh. Oh, he's in over his head. Oh, this is a lot. Tim swallows. "Why didn’t you say ‘us,’ Hastur?"

I’m resigned, Hastur says.

“Resigned?” Tim tries to keep it light. “To what, Bollywood?”

I’ve had a really good run—far longer than I should—thanks to raw luck.

Tim clenches his fist. “Excuse me? You're quitting?”

Don't misunderstand. I'm saying I’ve decided if I have to die because of meeting you, then… the scales balance. That’s all.

Tim stops walking.

Water whispers against the shore, steady and patient. A bird of some kind screams overhead, unseen. The smell of baked bread wafts from the tower, luring. Tim swallows. “That’s a really big thing to say, Hastur.”

I’m aware.

Tim is shaking (because it's cold, he tells himself). “First off, no, I do not approve of you accepting death. Not allowed. Practically an HSE violation. Second, that’s… not something you want to joke around with. For any reason.”

I’m aware.

Tim shakes. He nudges a loose rock with his foot. He could walk the whole island in a few hours; see the weird churchyard where (supposedly) 20,000 saints were laid to rest. See the weird apples unlike any other in the world, immune to blight. See the lighthouse. He doesn’t move. “You’re telling the truth?”

I am.

Tim’s mouth is dry.

Don’t feel like you have to respond. I didn’t say it to get a response. I… just felt it should be said.

But that's such a big thing to say. “Hey. I have a question.”

Ask.

“Why didn’t I lose another body-part after we beamed ourselves here?” Tom says, following a gut instinct.

I chose not to take it.

Tim inhales slowly. “You could’ve before?”

I’m not sure. In both other cases, I was straining for independence, we were in the middle of something wild, and I just found myself with your eye, and your hand. This time… maybe because I had control of your body, briefly, I could feel a… Hastur considers. Like a breeze from an entryway you didn’t know was there. I knew I could follow it and something would happen. I chose not to.

Tim feels pale. Hastur means it. This thing Hastur said… he means it. “Why do the scales balance, Hastur?”

Silence.

“I’m just… that’s a really big thing to say.”

I'm aware.

Tim knows how he’d take a statement like that from a human. He knows what it would mean, emotionally. It sounds like love. 

On the other hand, it's coming from a narcissistic god in hiding who’s facing death by digestion or death by Cthulhu’s great-grand-uncle, all while trapped in a mortal body, and given this, Tim has no idea what it means.

Whatever it really means, it’s a vulnerable statement, and deserves a response. “I…”

Shhh. You don’t have to answer me. I’ve been around a long time and had many lovers, and I know what I said. I didn’t say that to obligate you. I just wanted you to know.

Holy shit. Holy shit. “We're not lovers, though.”

What a strange thing to say to the god seated deep inside you.

Tom chokes a laugh. “What the hell, Hastur? Foul beast. Get thee behind me.”

Oh, I’ll get behind you, all right.

Tim laughs again, and Hastur laughs, too—a deep and quiet sound that buzzes under Tim’s skin in places that shouldn't be possible with disembodied vocal cords, but does anyway.

Damn. They're really doing this. When had the goofy flirting become real?

It is real. This is real.

It's never been real for Tim before. It's worse than fear-gods, worse than some psycho cannibal chomping his way through history. This is real.

Spooked, Tim tries to make it silly again. “Many lovers, eh? How many of those lovers knew who and what you are?”

Hastur huffs. What does that have to do with anything?

Tim grins. “Just wondering what kind of skill level I’m going to be dealing with. You could be like the CEO who thinks he’s funny because his employees all laugh at his jokes.”

Ha! They enjoyed it. I’ll have you know there is no lover like me anywhere in the world.

“That’s not necessarily a positive,” Tim quips, because that was an opening. “And I’m sure they all told you that, right? Notarized and sealed in wax, or something.”

The responses I create cannot be faked.

Tim laughs again. This game is fun. “As far as you know, anyway. Seems to me you’d need a lover who doesn't, you know, worship you to get an honest opinion.”

Are you offering? says Hastur, all honey and whiskey and incorrigible god.

(This became real when did this become real—)

Tim folds his hands behind his back. “Just making an observation.”

Well. I'm glad I could— Hastur stops.

They both feel the change. It’s like a cold breeze, but cruel, moving with intent, and Tim spins toward the horizon. There: a darkness forming in the mist, large, growing, taking so long to resolve into a recognizable shape that the fear of it surges over them, making Tim shockingly aware yet again of how isolated he is on this beach right now, out of sight of land, away from everyone and everything he’s ever known in his life, and—

Hastur’s hand pinches his bicep hard enough to bruise.

“Ow!”

Focus. I'm here. You're not alone. He can’t make us alone.

Of course. Lukas.

Somehow, when Elias said “ship,” this image had not come to mind. It moors in the distance, and its details do not come clear. It is a ghost, a phantom, a rusted and silent hulk in the gloom like nothing else remains in all the world. “Fuck me,” Tim whispers.

I think we’d best go back inside.

“Yeah,” waits Tim weakly. “Hey. Is it okay if I run?”

What do we have to lose?

That was Hasturian for let’s fucking book it, and without another word, Tim turns and bolts.

#

Myrddin seems to dislike having Peter Lukas’ ship in sight of his home. He stands at the window, squishing a slice of bread into a little ball, considering.

“Kinda need that ship,” says Tim, “in case you were, you know, thinking of scuttling it, or something. I don’t fancy trying to portal myself to wherever we’re going.”

“Mm,” Myrddin says.

“I mean, unless you have another way to get there,” says Tim.

“Oh, I do,” says Myrddin, “but I’d rather eat my own foot than go near the destination, to be perfectly honest. Not my cup of tea.” He shivers.

Well, if the wizard’s being that dramatic, then it can’t be that serious. “Not that we both don't know this is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but I’ve got a promise to keep.”

“And many miles before you sleep?” prompts Myrddin.

“These woods don't quite have the lovely part down.”

“Dark and deep, though,” Myrddin says.

“You're not wrong.”

Beside them, Jon shivers, staring out the window.

Tim wonders if he sees something they don’t. “Maybe it’s a better idea if you stay behind.”

“No,” says Jon.

He’s using you somehow, little priest, says Hastur. Elias is doing something. You’re walking right into it.

“I don't care,” Jon snaps. “I have to… I can't… you don’t understand.”

“So help me do that?” says Tim, all too aware that a spooky lifeboat with a spooky shape that’s probably Lukas in the bow is coming their way. “Because right now, I'm seeing you taking a big risk, popping along with me, and I don’t have a reason why.”

Jon sighs. “Look. I don’t know what Elias’ role in this is, but I'm not doing any of it for him. You don’t understand. I need to know. I need to. I need see the truth with my own eyes.”

“Right, but why?” Tim frowns. “You’re not telling me something.”

Jon looks positively caught. “I am not.”

“Yeah, that’s a double-negative, boss, so you just admitted you are,” says Tim, just to be a contrary.

Jon reddens. “I swear on my honor I will swim after the blasted boat if you try to leave me behind.”

Tim is not laughing. Nope. Not at all. “You got a lot of practice swimming?”

Jon is too skinny to do a puffy kitten impression, but he manages, anyway. “I grew up in Bournemouth. I’ll have you know I am an adequate swimmer.”

Hastur laughs. Adequate!

“Perfectly satisfactory!” says Jon.

“All right, all right,” says Tim, raising his hands. “You can come on the scary ghost ship. On your head be it if it’s properly spooky and answers nothing.”

“I’m not—” John begins, and then comes a knock at the door.

Myrddin takes Tim’s hand. “I'm glad to have met you," he says. "Don’t die, hm? We can talk when you get…” And he pauses. Blinks. “Oh, my,” he says, and turns away.

“When I what?” Tim blurts. “Get back? Why would you interrupt that?”

Myrddin opens the door instead of replying. A man stands there, and he is not Peter Lukas. He is short, heavyset, with a thick, black beard and dark skin made darker by the sun. He wears a nondescript pea coat, and around his neck hangs the unique, trumpet-like shape of a boatswain’s whistle.

That whistle gives Tim the heebie-jeebies. A whistle has never given him the heebie-jeebies before.

“Well, well, well,” says Myrddin. “Tadeus. That’s where you disappeared to?”

And the man, the boatswain judging by his whistle, looks through Myrddin like the wizard isn’t there, and tilts his head toward Tim in the barest acknowledgment.

Tim feels like his eyes are very wide. "Okay, sure. Yeah, let's go."

Myrddin touches his shoulder. "Good luck," he says softly. "I think you’ll be glad in the end you made the choices you did. Yes. You will.” And he tucks something into Tim’s pocket and pushes him toward the door.

The guy—Dahl, apparently—has already turned, walking back towards that tiny boat.

Jon gulps audibly. “Thank you for your hospitality, sir.”

“Of course, of course,” says Murddin with great and sudden cheer. “We’ll talk more when you get back.”

“When he gets back?” squawks Tim, but he already knows he won’t get an answer.

Dahl isn't waiting. They both hurry after.

Myrrdin stands in the door, smiling, waving a handkerchief like a black-and-white recording of some old-timey embarkation.

Tim shakes his head. “This might as well happen,” he murmurs.

That’s an amusing reaction to horror.

“Sort of logical, really,” says Tim, hunching his shoulders against the sudden cold as he follows this Dahl. “It’s really one of those days, you know? Not much we can do about it. So this might as well happen.”

His left hand shifts slightly out of his pocket and strokes his stomach. Pragmatic. But you're not doing it alone.

Tim swallows.

Jon jogs at his heels, too close, already spooked and shit at hiding it.

They wouldn't get anything out of drowning us, would they? Tim thinks, trying not to add to the spookification.

Only Elias’s displeasure, probably, says Hastur.

“What?” says Jon. “What displeasure?”

Tim forgot Jon could hear Hastur now. “Oh. They won’t do anything nefarious to us, is all I'm saying.”

Jon looks a little pale. “Only if we actually die. There are a lot of things they could do that don't involve death."

Tim makes a face. “Well, sure, if you want to get ridiculously technical, sure.”

You can still back out, little priest.

“Look, will you just call me Jon, please?” Jon snaps. “It's my blasted name.”

Hastur chuckles. As you wish. Jon. He does something to the name, makes it intimate, magical, maybe even a little invasive.

Jon trips.

“Hastur,” chides Tim, steadying him.

What? He wants me to use his name! Names are intimate.

Tim rolls his eyes. “Sorry. Some people can't behave, apparently.”

“Fine,” mutters Jon. “It’s fine. I asked.”

Don’t go making me jealous, now, Tim thinks, still chiding.

Don’t give me reason to, says Hastur.

So.

Tim thinks two things as they follow the silent Dahl onto the rowboat. One, he's right, and their relationship is changed. It is real. Serious. They both feel it, and they really need to talk out some boundaries ASAP.

Two (speaking of boundaries), Hastur is apparently jealous of Jon?

Why?

Well. That would be one of the things they discuss. Soon.

Dahl is strong. He kicks them off the rocky shore and hops in, weirdly graceful, and begins rowing them toward that distant dark shape.

But Tim knows what he saw before. The boat moved itself. Dahl is doing this for show, and Tim can’t imagine why. Though come to think of it, there’s a weird isolation to sitting in a boat, silent, rowed by a man a;sp sitting in silence, who ignores them as completely as if they didn't exist.

[nicolos]

rocky aur rani thoughts

it wasn't at all what i expected actually? like I'm not sure what I expected but it wasn't that

rani chatterjee let me raid your wardrobe

they really just promoted tum kya mile and jhumka because there were like no other really memorable songs--

I sound a bit mean but I had a blast, I laughed a lot, did tear up at least once, and didn't want to pull up 2048 at any time during the film

(spoilers under the cut)

the film had some real 2011 style feminism moments mixed in with more genuine things? the interview at the start made me want to die but there were some almost - ALMOST - coherent points in there

bollywood is not the place to make statements about fat shaming etc etc but there was almost smth valid in seeing any jokes about what whatshername ate clearly coming from ...people were not supposed to like?

rocky and rani were actually quite sweet, despite the ...extraness

i think the film kind of rolled over this as rocky was supposed to be wealthy, but there's a great deal of elitism in the sort of attitude Rani and her family have towards Rocky. It makes me wonder what this film would be if he didn't ... colour coordinate his cars to his clothes and live in a replica whitehouse. like on one hand it's arguably his wealth that makes him able to be the way he is, but on the other hand, the traditional/modern divide that they were showing is typically also a class divide. there's no reason for rockys english to not be good as he is now - and nothing apart from personal taste and "traditionalism" for them to critique, even though rocky isn't actually that traditional in comparison to his family, and even if he was, they - esp at the start - didn't know that

on the other hand I don't know a lot of Bengali people or a lot of Punjabi people so it may just be like a culture shock thing they're going for. idk. i understand it, i just think it's a little bit of a miss for a genuine criticism on their laughing at him

the grandparents element was funny lmao. like what's going on THERE. but it was almost kind of sweet, too, the way they just ...liked spending time together I guess

keh diya na... bas keh diya

^ half the cinema actually echoed this line with her. icons only

the film did pretty often pit men against men and women against women. this worked! when alia or her mom were yelling at men... this worked a little bit less? idk. i think sometimes it ends up feeling a bit mouthpiecey, and some of it was weirdly phrased and ...strongly delivered, to say the least. i understand that they're both from an environment in which they feel safe voicing their opinion, but I was nonetheless going - would someone actually say that? so openly? so maybe that's on me

everything about the alias dad storyline was just chefs kiss

i do think rockys relationship w his mom and sister needed a bit of work for the big fight scene to work. it sounds weird to say since so much of the film was abt the randhawas but ranveers mom's dynamics w everyone were a bit underdone

the guy playing young granddad was so hot. hotter than the real actor actually was back then tbh

all I could think during the ranveer dance routine was how much time did it take him to learn that dbdndndjdjf but that was excellent

idk. i think in some senses the scale of the movie interfered with its effectiveness, but I don't want it to be any smaller in the ayushmann khurana sense, if that...makes sense? idk. it did feel very kjo production, and I like that about it

tum kya mileeeee,,,, tum kya mileeeee,,,, hum na rahe hummmmm,,,, tum kya mileeeeee

ranis "i am speaking" was hot though the whole of that non-confrontation made me want to yell, though maybe because it was happening in public

SPEAKING OF when she crashes her car into his in the middle of a four lane road and then they just fucking stand there and talk and kiss for 10 minutes and all the other cars just go around....lmaoooooooo

still think the more obvious solution was for them both to move out of their family homes but ok

[bobgoesw00t]

As I mentioned two weeks ago, I saw The Marvels today with my sister and it was REALLY FUCKING GOOD!!! I actually think it's better than Captain Marve because the shorter runtime of an hour and 45 minutes means once the film starts, it goes HARD and even the few quiet moments help move the plot along. The three heroes are awesome together and the first fight scene after they start swapping places is badass and hilarious for everything that occurs in it.

I won't be going into detail on my favorite part of the film because it is spoilery, but I will say the following. It's after a series of Bollywood musical numbers and it has officially replaced Beebo vs Mallus from the season 3 Legends of Tomorrow finale as the most fucked up and hysterical thing that's ever happened in superhero media...at least for me it did...and I can safely say it involves everyone's favorite Flerken Goose. So, if you're interested in seeing this, PLEASE give it a shot as the chemistry between Carol, Monica, and Kamala alone is so wholesome and fun, but when you add Kamala's family AND Nick Fury into the mix, it makes it even better. Not to mention there are two surprises at the very end of the film that make me super excited.

[sakura-hitomi]

These are my favourite characters throughout shows. I've watched many other basic stuff such as Narnia, star wars, Tinkerbell, etc. I don't mean basic as in the shows are mid. No, I mean basic as in the list is basic. Probably everyone saw what I saw.

I am an anime, manhwa, manga, manhua, webtoon, series and movies fan. Was an anime fan but decided that everything that happened in anime was slow, the talking, screaming and fighting. What I could watch and waste 3 hours on, could've been read in probably an hour. So that's that.

I watch about everything. From English shows to k drama, to Bollywood stuff... That's about it. I've made a list of characters that somewhat stuck with me and hyped me into a fandom.

1. Madara Uchiha: he's the main villain from naruto. But even back then I had lots of sympathy for the guy and what he said was nothing but truth. A world couldn't live without a war as long as people existed consciously, hence the people living in but dream state.

2. Rick Sanchez: he's the co-mc of the series Rick and Morty. I basically binge watched this show often enough. Rick is an asshole, doesn't bother hiding it but yet has sweet moments. Also, the bar of him for me is pretty low

3. Severus Snape: from the book/movie series - Harry Potter-. Epitome of kindness for me. Sure, an asshole to kids. At least I prefer him who would keep kids safe than those other sorry teachers that messed up every once in a while, almost killing students. My motto for him is at the moment "Snape wasn't as bad as his fellow Slytherins. Wasn't as nearly worse as marauders their bullying. Wasn't as bad of a friend as lily. Wasn't a bad teacher as many Hogwarts teachers. Wasn't as bad of a DE as his fellow DE." which equals to me into kindness.

4. Dean Winchester: from the series Supernatural and co-mc with Sam Winchester (his lil bro). I love him. I adore him. He's been through so much shit. I feel so much more pity for him than Sam Winchester. All Dean tries is to keep the family together, he had to parent the child yet his dad and brother (I've watched supernatural until s9 or so) treat him like crap.

5. Negan Smith: a villain that pops up in later seasons of The walking Dead series, he's as in truly ruthless. Like, his episode was literally called after what the scientist warned Rick of many seasons earlier than Negan's appearance. He also doesn't fuck around. He treats all of his people equal which many hate. Ironically he does not support rape and such. That plenty of bad guys did and bragged about in earlier seasons. He means business and that women of the main crew died, is sad but I respect him for that. Gives a somewhat real feel that others don't treat our precious ones as precious but basic enemies.

6. Daryl Dixon: also a character of The Walking Dead. I love him, I basically watched the show for Negan and Daryll. No spoilers but I kind of began detaching from other characters (I won't drop their names or reasons). So anyway. My poor overgrown sewer rat that hates showering had a very difficult bond with his bog brother which I truly adored. He reminds me a bit of Snape. Or opposite of Severus I guess. Daryl was great with kids but when he got angry, he felt regretful. Meanwhile Snape kept kids safe and yet didn't want that position at all thus doesn't feel regretful for saying mean things.

7. Loki Laufeyson: from the marvel universe. I find him completely understandable. His brother was a piece of shit before Thor met the avengers and got a midgardian gf. He enjoyed slaughtering Loki's species, fulfilling his blood thirsty war mongering of a dad his ideals. That timid, quiet mama boy grew up to resent the idea of being a mere treaty object or something like that. Not to mention how he sacrifices himself over and over.

8. Kurapika Kurta: Blondie from the anime series called hunter x hunter. Why I love him is that he shows vengeance on a great level. He doesn't waver or change by mere words or joyful sights such as the blossoming friendships of two kids. No, he came to the hunter world with a goal and works like a damn badass on that goal. I respect him so much for that. I was surprised actually that this happened. Usually when people get involved with the happy-go-lucky main character, the characters change. Such as Naruto, one piece, fairytale, bleach, DBZ, you name it. Also, normally these friends are made by lost battles and characters that came to respect the mc. Kurappika respects and cares about Gon, yet he also cares about the misery his clan faced to continue on that bad road. He even knows it's bad and everything but he simply must do it. Love this kid for that, I say kid because he's 17 and I am 22.

9. Eren Yeager: I've seen some twisted motheruckers but this one is amazing. He's the mc of the anime Attack on Titan. I'm so baffled because if I were in his position I'd probably do the same. Imagine being pushed so much into the corner where the entire world hates your race, treats them like cattle because 2 eons ago your species did that to them and so the cycle repeats. I'd crash out. Matter of fact, if I were to meet this lunatic, you bet your sheep that I would lose the battle of trying to talk sense into him. I wouldn't even know what to say to him. "Yeah, I know you killed your mom, dad, friends, but move on you know. Life has much more to offer. By life I mean life in the wall, because once you go out these walls, you'll get shot" yeah no.

10. Zeref Dragneel: Fairy tale main antagonist. Sad story. Family died, but he became something and protects his brother too while losing himself. This was simply sad af. Just as sad if not sadder than ace's death in one piece to be honest. He had to let go of the one family he had since he was but a toddler of some sort. Nor can the guy touch shit at all before it becomes death (similar to shigaraki, only zeref was published much earlier than shigaraki) thus couldn't touch his loved ones at all. That is straight up pitiful. Imagine your curse being the more you cared for others and yourself the more powerful your death curse became and killed those around you.

I couldn't put more pics, so these characters are without pics.

11. Reiner Braun: a character from the anime Attack on titan. Poor guy was a victim of the system. He made puberty driven choices. His simply caused more lives. More lives he didn't really attach too because it was him and his family being hung or the somehow hundreds of demons on the other side of the wall he was brainwashed with. He'd even prefer killing himself yet nobody else allows him to do so. He was an antagonist obviously for the people he killed but honestly, I bet many people do the same as him if not worse than him. If they were brainwashed since diapers, and had to choose between his family or the fugly demons that would soon wreak havoc on all mankind.

12. Griffith Femto: antagonist of the anime Berserk. Now, hear me out. I do NOT condone what he did to Casca. Not at all, NOT AT ALL. I simply understand WHY he snapped. In other words, not why he raped Casca. Not that. I'm talking about why he snapped and swallowed that dirty necklace. Only that. Alright? We got that? Great. Griffith has been through a lot. All that for his men to not die a useless death for the same crew to shit on him. Yeah no, fuck them ungrateful bastards too. I'll ruin them and their families.

13. Lelouch Lamperouge: character of the anime Code Geass. He's probably the much kinder forefather of Eren Yeager. Similar plot to become the enemy so the world unites to destroy him. He definitely has the intellect to drag himself up that stage.

That's about it I suppose. These are simply the ones at the top of my head. So you know, I like other stuff outside hp. 😂.

[chanquokka]

Here's A Little Get-To-Know-You Tag Game!

Tagged by: de wonderfulest ppl @noonaracha @straykidsgallery and @itsstraykids thank you sm!!! (go appreciate their cool point stories!)

Name(s): juni! is what i decided. some friends on this hellsite also call me solar so wtv u prefer. atp i just have a bunch of nicknames bcs i also have a Weird Name, A Weirder (Family) Nickname in real life

Pronouns: he/she/they/it<3 when i say feel free. pls and thank u

Star Sign: libra, right when it starts (and just a day after seungmin's!)

#of Siblings And Fun Facts About Them(if u have any): one (1) younger gremlin brother, and the funnest fact abt them is that he has been a walking directory of telephone no's since he was 4 and now can be relied upon to calculate large numbers inside his head in point seconds. Still hates physics(and most things theory)> by which, he also stores insane and inane amount of stats info (abt all types of things, but mostly sports) inside his head ready to be flourished at a moments notice, which is mildly impressive when ur 6 and debating with college students the scores of a game that happened 15yrs before u were born but not now when ur 17 and ppl are more focused on your test scores rather than ones u know, so</3 also has his birthday on changbin's but he doesnt know abt that

#of Pets: there's a history there. with fishes that my ma deceived me with on my 12th birthday(when i asked for a pet, i imagined smth i could hold) and then liked too much herself that we had them for 5yrs. three times; birds, but my brother kind of freed them while singing a lullaby with only me as an unbelieving witness. a dog (belovedest of em all) my dad picked from street as a puppy and who, then, had to be given away after 3yrs bcs of Stupid Reasons im still mad abt. now i just have street cats showing up at my front door to safekeep their babies on my staircase's isolated nooks till they grow up and vanish and street dogs who believe i have endless supplies of treats and show me sad faces when i dont. i really want a pet</3 but for now im contending with pictures of kitties whose moms operate on strict 'see-dont-touch' policies and sweet sweet strays who like to befriend u too easy.

Fandoms: many, but rn im active mostly in skz and mxtx. id love to be in other stuff i read and watch but since Capitalism hates me dearly,,,

Favorite Color: darker shades of all and any colors(esp blue green and red)!!! can be relied upon immensely to look warm and pretty always

Favorite Song: picking favorites for anything is out of my capabilities. also am just listening to my favorite bollywood playlist a lot these days.

Favorite Author: have a working list of favorite poets that does not end at 1. have not read a book seriously in four years of exam/prep-locking. but even if i did, idt ill be able to pick any favorite bcs, yk. good things in many things. (tldr; its roald dahl) (and ruskin bond who i read when i was 5 and still read when im so tired bcs his stories inspire me to write always)

Hobbies: I dance(perform) sometimes? I write??(←derogatory, dubious) make stuff, mostly poems and stories and tinker with free things i can do, both online or craft. analysis of things with friends is a beloved activity. i liek yoga and stretching (rn in an ongoing war with 3° winter mornings to drag myself out of bed and go to class at 6) cooking when i have time but mostly, always, reading (or! watching) stories, poems and learning abt cool nonfiction things (does crying abt fiction count)

Favorite Holiday: none of the above its the trips and getaways u make for yourself. all my beloved memories are always mostly from when our family makes a trip to someplace my mom insists or there's a non-worrying emergency to go somewhere. just family getting together under some pretense, even tho it is stressful as fuck.

Do You Have Any Partner(s): persuading my best friend atm but sadly she's straight</3(no lmao)

Fun facts about you/anything extra you wanna share!: since im having it rn- coffee doesnt keep me up or sometimes even makes me nod off, a fact i discovered after my 14yr old brain had the brilliant idea to try out the cool, forbidden drink after dinner knowing i wasnt allowed to. this is not fun to my ma but growing up in a sort of restrictive household, im also just weirdly good at sneaking and doing stuff im not supposed to without getting caught. i also do not know how to talk in lesser words. this is an absolute curse, yes i have tried. beware</3

this^ is a mess but thank u i had fun!! lemme tag: @winterfloral @syannie @hyunhomoons @quokki @chogiwow @agibbangs @rainknow @lixence @hyunebear @straykidsgallery @jerirose @ambivartence @hongjoongpresent + anyone who wishes to! apologies if tagged already!

[khrysostomos]

Top 5 tropes?

arranged marriage. even though i don't write this much at all, i love a good, meaty arranged marriage. i was like a pig in shit when i was in my bollywood phase bc there's so many of these.

age gaps / power dynamic relationships. gimme gimme gimme. esp if you mess with established characters and see it wreak havoc on things. bonus if the younger is the top/more dominant vs. the older in certain configurations. super extra bonus that if the older one is more dominant but enjoys the younger one having moments of control.

i love you as you are / monstrousness as romance. i hate it when people "fix" characters in order to be loved so this is my preferred lane.

second love/second chances. i go insane when a character moves on from a previous love to someone else.

EXES GETTING BACK TOGETHER. kryptonite trope. i could read one fucking million of these and never, ever, ever get tired of it.