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[tipsandtricksforlife28]

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[jeevanjali]

Morning Mantra: रोज सुबह उठते ही करें इन मंत्रों का जाप, दिन रहेगा अच्छा और बनेंगे सारे काम Chant These Mantras in The Morning: सुबह के समय ऐसा कहा जाता है कि अगर दिन की शुरुआत अच्छी हो तो पूरा दिन सुखमय गुजरता है। यही वजह है कि हर कोई चाहता है कि उसके दिन की शुरुआत अच्छी हो।

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

the crowleying of your mascot's hair.

Good morning maggots, as I write this it is 11:53 pm on the uh, asmi10kpocalypse/10khaos (both stunning names, whichever of you came up with them please walk on stage and take a goddamn bow) and I have awoken from deep slumber.

The Good News: My hair is dyed! The Bad News: It was torture that I nearly fainted from!

Okay well uh, we know what I'm best at, and it's summaries of chaos. So without further ado (much ado about nothing ahahah everything is a 10k reference now), here we go:

It starts, as it will end, in my room in front of the laptop screen.

Now, as you know, I said I would dye my hair after I scarfed down my lunch. I do that and I also take a nap because fuck yeah, sleep.

I check tumblr one last time, grab my phone without charging it, tell my mum I'm dyeing my hair, and begin the walk to the salon.

On my phone is Arthur, @howmanyholesinswisscheese, who as a cishet deadbeat dad of a lot of us, is the worst person to ask for hair advice, but I do it anyway. I need a reference photo for a haircut.

Arthur helpfully scours the internet and comes up with options that include: Gay, hot history teacher, Joe Locke but something's off about it, same as above but different slightly and I can't place it, top 20 haircuts for crazy people, top 100 teen boy haircuts for teens, mullet slash hot history teacher, Hozier, why does the teen boy have a beard, Aussie AFL player, and Chris Hemsworth.

His words, not mine. Does anyone want to check in on Arthur's history teacher because I am getting very concerned for that man.

So I pick a haircut and land up at the salon. Arthur also tells me my hair is wild and I have needed a haircut for too long. Thanks dad.

The hairdressers are not pleased when I point to the red shade and tell them to bleach and dye my entire hair.

They inform me it will look like shit.

They keep asking if I'm sure. I say, with increasing annoyance, that yes I am.

Arthur is in the phone enabling me, yelling that I need to do it for crowley and "THEY DON'T GET TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO"

The hairdressers then say they're out of red hair dye, I can either do a magenta or come back the next day.

Arthur tells me to leave and go to another salon.

So I do, and I wind up at the salon right next door (Arthur and I cheer for capitalism), an extremely seedy looking place with a poorly painted stairwell that could well be haunted.

I tell the hairdressers there what I want, and they also argue with me about how it will fade, look like shit, etc etc.

Arthur says "THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT, THEY'RE JUST HAIRDRESSERS"

He tells me that if Crowley can keep the Bentley together through hellfire through sheer will, I can do the same for my hair.

Finally, they huddle in front of a laptop, muttering, and agree to take me on.

I am then also hair-shamed by the stylist, who tells me in no uncertain terms that if I don't cut my hair as soon as it grows out even slightly, it looks "kharab", which is Hindi for... 'substandard, inferior, bad, shoddy, deficient'. Thanks, mate.

The haircut is done. What follows then is on of the top five most excruciatingly painful experiences of my life.

No, I'm serious. The bleaching and dyeing. It was. Fuck.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

JUST THE MEMORY HURTS

OKAY NEXT PART OF THE SAGA I WILL REBLOG THIS IT IS GETTING TOO LONG

IF YOU WANT THE HAIR REVEAL THEN YOU WILL HAVE TO SIT THROUGH THIS LIKE I DID, I'M AFRAID

[melhindips]

🚨 Update on the current field situation in the Gaza Strip as of 09:00 PM on day 337 of the war on Gaza:

⭕️ Northern Governorate:

▪Martyrs and wounded as a result of an Israeli bombardment on a tent sheltering displaced persons inside the Halima Al-Sa'diya school in the Jabalia Al-Nazla area, northern Gaza Strip.

▪️More than 30 injuries due to artillery shelling on citizens' homes around Al-Qassam Mosque in the Beit Lahiya Mashrou', northern Gaza Strip.

▪The water desalination stations in the Gaza and North Governorates are still struggling to provide service due to the lack of fuel necessary for their operation.

▪️ For the tenth month, the Israeli occupation has prevented the entry of vegetables, fruits, frozen goods, and basic materials into the Gaza and North Governorates.

⭕️ Gaza Governorate:

▪️Two martyrs, including a child, and injured people as a result of an Israeli bombardment of a residential building belonging to the "Gherbawi" family near the Youth and Sports Roundabout in the Al-Nasr area west of Gaza City.

▪️ Three martyrs and more than 20 injured as a result of an Israeli bombardment on the "Amro Ibn Al-As" school in the Abu Iskander area in the Sheikh Radwan neighborhood north of Gaza City.

▪️ For the fifteenth day, Israeli occupation forces continue to advance in the Zaytoun neighborhood.

▪️ Heavy bombing, demolition, and burning of citizens' homes south of Street 8.

▪️ Very heavy Israeli artillery shelling on various areas north of Street 8, specifically in the regions of Al-Hasan Ibn Ali Square, Abu Habib intersection, and the Islamic Complex area.

▪️ The occupation forces continue to prevent the entry of cooking gas since the beginning of the war until now, forcing citizens to resort to using alternatives made of nylon, cardboard, and fabric, which may pose a danger to lives and property.

⭕️ Central Governorate:

▪️8 martyrs, including a child, and many wounded as a result of an Israeli bombardment on a group of citizens in the Al-Hasayna area west of the Al-Nuseirat camp in the central Gaza Strip.

▪️6 martyrs, including two children and three women, as a result of an Israeli bombardment on a house belonging to the "Eid" family on Old Court Street in Al-Nuseirat in the central Gaza Strip.

▪️One martyr as a result of an Israeli bombardment near the Gaza Valley Bridge north of the Al-Nuseirat camp.

▪️Israeli bombardment on a house belonging to the "Radi" family northwest of the Al-Nuseirat camp.

▪️Israeli bombardment on a house belonging to the "Abu Shawish" family west of the New Camp north of the Al-Nuseirat camp in the central Gaza Strip.

⭕️ Khan Younis Governorate:

Two martyrs and injured as a result of Israeli shelling on a house belonging to the "Jarghon" family near the Islamic University southeast of Khan Younis.

▪️Injuries due to heavy Israeli artillery shelling on several scattered areas of Khan Younis.

⭕️ Rafah Governorate:

▪️Two martyrs as a result of Israeli shelling on civilians in the Areeba area north of Rafah city.

▪️Recovery of a martyr and injuries as a result of Israeli artillery shelling targeting the vicinity of Al-Firdaws School west of Rafah city.

▪️Recovery of the bodies of martyrs since this morning from various areas of Rafah city.

▪️Israeli shelling on a group of citizens near the Al-Alam roundabout west of Rafah city in the southern Gaza Strip.

▪️Israeli shelling and demolition of residential buildings northwest of Rafah city.

Saturday, September 07, 2024

[onlyfridaynights]

fuck it some of my jamie hc

hot chili sauce gang

refuses to wear any shoes except red converse

adores supernatural stuff

good at advanced math

has a loud laugh

always wears the sun necklace that regulus gifted to him

nothing new but james and sirius’s mental stability genuinely relied on the consistency of one another

he gives the BEST forehead kissies and u can‘t change my mind

james "small shirt big pants" potter

has back dimples

he‘s a picky eater. like i see him confidently eating anything that effie (and himself) cooks, naturally indian spicy food and so much distrustful of EVERYTHING even the best toasties someone can make (aka remus toasties)

his favourite dessert is maracuyá (passion fruit) cheesecake

he despise tomatoes, period.

has the leo constellation tattooed in his chest, with regulus star just in the middle, right where his heart is (ty @sebbianas this is amazing i adore it and now can’t get it out of my mind)

bisexual king

sometimes calls monty "papi"

fluent in hindi and urdu (ofc!!!) and knows a lil bit of french and spanish

he usually don’t show his anger but everytime gryffindor loses a quidditch match u can hear him curse his way into the lockers room

james always writes notes to the poetry books regulus gives him

has this thing to study while singing a song hes obsessed at the moment so like that he can learn faster and if he forgets summat in the exam he just sing the song and remembers everything

i like to think he‘s left-handed

he let lily dye his hair lemon green once in fourth year

also he lets sirius paint his nails black

james potter mullet agenda

he loves when people play with his hair, especially regulus. cause reg always leads james head to his chest and let james rest on top of him, all coddled up and sleepy

and very different from what everyone thinks, james has a very hard time getting up in the mornings

[book-girl4evaaa]

❝ When I grow up...❞

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Revolting Children"

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[moonbread123-wattpad]

The Red Means I Love You

TW: death, murder, yandere themes. New charcters (from my wattpad fanfiction- Abhishta, Y/n's Indian best friend; Alex- Y/n's twin brother, Abhishta's lover or suitor), some use of hindi.

Type: fluff + angst

Pairing: Yandere!Harry Potter x Indian!fem!reader

Year: Sixth year

Summary: A mysterious murder has been discovereed on the Hogwarts express, and the culprit may be closer than expected...

Feel free to leave comments, I love reading them

Y/n was running along the corridor with her owl and trunk, looking for Abhishta, when she found Harry and was soon absorbed in a  conversation with him. Or rather, she ranted on about random things while he listened intently, with his lopsided grin. The grin which always sent butterflies flying in her stomach.

Suddenly, a tall boy ran into her, knocking her off her feet. And as cliché, as it sounds, Harry caught her under her arm, breaking her fall. He was yelling at the boy, and Y/n realized his hands were balled into fists.

'Harry' the girl said to divert his attention.

'Yeah?' he said, all his attention suddenly fixed on her.

'I need to look for Abhishta.'

His face looked bitter for a second. As though the idea offended him.

'I saw her a few compartments down. I'll show you.'

As she entered the said compartment, Abhishta caught sight of the boy and grinned knowingly.

'Thanks, Harry!' Y/n said to the boy and turned to Abhishta 'No' she added blankly.

'You know it's true.'

'Just because it was true for you doesn't mean it's true for me.'

'He's my future jijoo until I'm proven wrong.'

---

'Look behind you' Abhishta said.

Y/n did as told and saw Harry smiling at her from outside the compartment.

'I think you should meet him.'

Y/n sighed. 'Do not tease me when I'm back' she mumbled and walked, out shutting the door behind her.

The boy smiled 'I got you some food' he said, handing her a bag. He was already in his robes. His clothes were in his hands. Blue shirt, red sweatpants- wait, weren't they grey?

'Thank you' She replied. She looked into his emerald/blue eyes. Harry tucked a flyaway hair behind her ear. A soft wolf whistle sounded somewhere (or rather a hoot since Abhishta couldn't whistle). There was a silent agreement: this would never be spoken of. 'You didn't have to.'

'I was passing by so I thought I would.'

Silence.

'See you around then?'

'I'd like that.'

Y/n entered the compartment.

'What are you wearing? On your wrist?'

'A bracelet. Harry gave it to  me. On my birthday last year.'

The other girl faked a look of anger.

'The profanities I could hurl at you right now are countless. I've won the bet for a whole seven months and three days.'

'Just because I'm wearing his bracelet does not mean I like him.'

There was a sudden commotion outside. A scream. A few more yelps, shrieks and gasps, footsteps running down the corridor. Y/n looked outside. A group of people was huddled around the washrooms.

'What's going on?' She asked.

'I really don't know...'

---

At the Great Hall, a rumor spread like wildfire the next day.

Someone was murdered in the train washrooms. A boy with curly hair. He was found killed in a muggle way. His throat was almost slit. There were multiple stab wounds. He put up a fight, judging from the fact that his wand was in his hand, albeit half of it was blown away. There was a muffling charm on that stall. It seemed to be a slow, painful death.

Y/n and Abhishta were walking to the library after breakfast.

'Y/n!' Harry's voice called.

'Good morning,' he smiled as he caught up.

She chuckled 'You came here just to greet me?'

'Well, no. Do we have any classes together?'

'Potions.'

Alex appeared suddenly.

'May I borrow your friend?' He asked Y/n.

'I'm busy I-' the other girl started.

'Thanks', he said as he whisked her away.

'The fuck boy-', she protested.

And Y/n was left with Harry.

'I think we should walk to class together' Harry said.

'Why?'

'I noticed some boys look at you when you laugh. You know how boys are.'

Did he just say he finds her laugh attractive? 'You're a boy.'

'I'm not like them.' 

A boy ran up to them.

'Y/n L/n?'

'That's me.'

'Madam Pince tells me you have a spare key to the restricted section-' he pulled out a note 'Can you accompany me?'

'I'm a little busy for now, sorry.'

'Surely you  can make some time?'

'She can't, didn't you hear her?' Harry snapped.

'Harry it's okay', Y/n said, startled. 'It's just accompanying him to the library', she said as she handed her the key and he stalked off, muttering something.

How could he steal her from him? How could he dare to take her away?

Y/n suddenly realized. Curly hair... The boy who pushed her on the train...

She grabbed Harry's wrist. His eyes widened and his face became flushed.

'Harry... did you kill the boy?'

'Why would I?'

His pulse increases. A flicker of... something came over his face. A manic glint. His face twisted in a sickening grin. Y/n noticed they were alone. Somehow she hadn't noticed where they had wandered. This wasn't Harry. This wasn't the boy who'd skip stones with her. The awkward yet sarcastic boy whose smile sent butterflies in her stomach. This wasn't him.

'Why would I, Y/n?' He repeated, with a voice of deadly calm. His eyes now half-closed, as though finding this amusing.

A hand extracting a blood-stained knife from his robes.

They could stay together now.

Forever.

[octuscle]

What's up bro? After that lunar landing, India seems like the place to be! Problem is, I don't think the suitcase I brought will be enough for me to last seeing everything from the Taj Mahal to the golden temple. Can I borrow one of the DEL suitcases?

There is actually another suitcase. A fairly new aluminum suitcase from RIMOWA. Looks very expensive. And doesn't necessarily match your dusty and sweaty tourist outfit…. But since no one else has contacted me: Have fun with it!

Delhi… A really huge city. But also really challenging for a tourist who doesn't speak Hindi. But slowly you get used to the strange English they speak here. And somehow you finally find the Airbnb in the old city, a stone's throw from the Red Fort. It smells of sweat, urine and exotic spices in the stairwell. The stairs are steep and you are pretty tired. Heaving your suitcases up is really exhausting. But you have made it. You'll see what's in the big new suitcase tomorrow. You just want to sleep. It looks like the bed in the room hasn't even been made yet. You don't care about that now. Just sleep…

When you wake up the next morning, your old suitcase is gone. But also your old pajamas are gone. You lie naked in bed. And something is different… Your morning wood is hard as steel. Hehehehe, that's not bad… But it's also darker somehow. A shade like a coffee with a shot of milk. Coffee! Yes, you need it now. You get out of the silk-sheeted bed and your boner leads you like a divining rod to the coffee maker in the alcove between your dressing room and the master bath. After the first coffee, quickly take a shower and then get dressed.

And then a second coffee. Your driver will be here soon. Good thing your suitcase is already packed next to you.

You don't like Noida. But many of your friends live there because they have located their startup companies there and it is easier to find capable software developers. But that's not your world either. Your family made their money generations ago in real estate and in the textile industry. And you now head the banking and finance division in your family holding company. After all, you have financed some of your friends' startups. And today one of your friends is getting married. In Noida. You'll survive that, too.

The journey was long, as usual. Getting out of Delhi takes time. But at least you were able to make a number of phone calls while your driver navigated the car safely through the traffic chaos. Now you have moved into your suite. In the corridor hectic movements between the rooms. Bridesmaids and other guests scurry from room to room. You hate this hassle. In life, you would never think of getting married. But the bellboy who carried your suitcase upstairs was hot. You call the front desk and ask for someone to help you unpack your luggage and get dressed. The hotel is one of the most preferred locations for weddings in Noida. You are a regular guest here. They know your preferences. And the bellboys love your cock. You can already imagine that now there will be a fight again, who is allowed to blow you and gets the tip for it.

Yes, that was good… Your cock dangles relaxed between your legs. Your clothes fit perfectly. So on to the ballroom. And let's see who is your boring dinner companion this time.

[srbachchan]

DAY 5605

Jalsa, Mumbai                   June 22,  2023                   Thu 11:25 PM    

🪔 .. June 23 .. birthday greetings to Ef Anish Morarji Tataria .. yo from your Ef Family 😁✌🏽 .. 

And .. to dear Ef Moses Sapir .. your wedding anniversary on June 23 .. our good wishes always ..

Birthday - EF - Anish Morarji Tataria Friday, 23 June .. and our wishes for this special day of yours .. love from the Ef family ..

Does it dawn .. dawn in the recognised morn of the day .. the day doth announce its presence .. or about its presence .. and the World of writing and writers hurriedly adopts the ‘dawn’ to their world .. 

‘ it be the dawn of a new world’ ..  they say .. or words to that effect .. effective , poetic and composite .. whether the dawn turns to the sun lit day or not irrespective .. or sets into another quiet unknown night for another dawn to re appear .. 

amusingly , when the film ‘DON’ was announced with me .. many in the world of Hindi cinema were quite unaware of the word don .. 

what they were familiar with was a product known as DAWN .. the  DAWN banyaan .. vests .. 

And the market was very skeptical and annoyed with the makers as to why a film title should be about undergarments .. !!

many still are .. 🤣

... but on another note .. Ef remembers Babuji and his translated auto biography and puts it all down .. I feel it deserves mention here :

And .. before Music Day ends .. I feel having the honor of sharing few words from Babuji about his journey with music from his autobiography .. but , then , indeed , every day is music day .. love .. ❤️🙏🏻

Quoting babuji : 🙏🏻

“ [...] ..

Pratap Narayan [my Father] was duly betrothed to the daughter of Munshi Ishwari Prasad, a resident of Katra Mohalla in Allahabad. Her name was Sursati, and she was to become my Mother. The name 'Sursati' is clearly derived from 'Saraswati', and when I felt the first stirrings of a desire to be a poet or writer, I derived much self-confidence from the fact that I was the son of the goddess of learning and of art and music.

[And in mentioning music] ..

Professor Khushhalkar, was our music teacher, he was a Maharashtrian and a pupil of Pandit V.D. Pulaskar. His Hindi was of the Bombay variety, but when he taught us devotional songs, his pronunciation of every syllable was crystal-clear; he would make us do voice practice to the harmonium, then teach us bhajans such as Tulsi's Gaiye Ganapati Jagabandara, which I can still sing from memory today. He also showed us how to sing while picking out the notes on the harmonium: he would pump the bellows with one hand while the fingers of the other would run lightly over the keys, his own voice blending with that of the instrument in such a way as to achieve a sublime harmony of the inanimate with the animate: evoking a tingling emotional response. Professor Khushhalkar sowed the seeds of music in me, but regrettably I was never able to grow the plant that should have sprung from them. Still, my slight study of music was helpful in the reciting of poetry, and a little knowledge of tala helped me compose songs in the folk genre. I can also tap out a rhythm on a drum, but that was learnt from my mother and sisters. ” ~

Dr. Harivansh Rai Bachchan's Autobiography: In The Afternoon Of Time .. Chapter: Things to Forget, Things to Remember .. Pages: 56, 112 ..

.. and in time .. hopefully there shall an introduction to the music that this untrained novice who has had no musical training at all .. just been in the company of listening and present to the sounds of music that has remained with me .. and the legacy of Babuji , if nothing else shall prevail .. yet again .. 

In quiet love and affection to the Ef ..

Amitabh Bachchan

[reynanghugot]

such a productive day today.

☁️ went to school to pay for the alumni fee.

☁️ nag drop off ng orders from last night and early this morning.

☁️ nag gawa ng admin tasks na pinakisuyo ng friend ko na freelancer din (ofc, paid yon ih).

☁️ attended org meeting sa school for almost 2hrs and talked about the incoming election for the new execs since marami-marami kaming outgoing officers, the transition, and even also the orientation for the incoming first year.

☁️ nag print ng requirements for work para di ako mahahassle ng sunday.

☁️ nag-ayos ng medical documentation and minake sure ko na updated from 2023-2024.

☁️ nag pack ng orders ng hapon and kanina (sale kasi).

☁️ tracked my budget, remaining payables for this month gusto ko malaki ang ma out ko until next week para malaki mabawas.

sana ganito din yung sipag ko on monday magaan lang ang life for the first three days since puro orientation lang. hopefully rin, maaga uwi ko or masunod talaga siya. sana rin magustuhan ko

apparently, i asked my mom to retire na. yes, early retirement kasi she's 51 palang. Whole month of august kasi ata mag-kaaway sila ng boss niya. and i told her na if she really feel na toxic na ang environment, leave. gawin niya panimula ng business yung separation pay niya at the same time siya mag manage ng business ko while i'm working. and natotorete na rin ako kasi everytime na dadating siya hanggang makatulog siya nagdadadaldal siya. what if highblood-in nanaman siya o atakihin siya, di rin naman nila ipapagamot mom ko. also there's one concern din kami ng brother ko na gusto namin matigil so when i messaged him and told him what happened, he said go. i mean di naman sa nagmamalaki kami or what pero it's not healthy na rin kung lagi sa kanya nabubuhos yung galit na hindi naman dapat.

good night!

[jopetkasi]

Sundays be like

today's family lunch was lowkey. no extended family only my parents and siblings are around which was good since I could rest and enjoy the day. we had these cute-looking eggs for appetizer and manang cion served us spicy Korean ribs while the kids had fried chicken. dessert was selecta ice cream cones - walang bumili ng cake or fruits, obvious tinamad lahat.

then i took a long nap. around four, the new guy called and asked if we could meet for dinner. i agreed with the request that we first hear mass kasi I did not join the family nung morning.

new guy: alam mo now lang ulet ako nag mass, its been years. thank you jopet.

me: i need this, ang dami ko kasalanan lol

and during the sign of peace, he kissed my forehead once more.

me: do you find my forehead appealing? this is the second time you did it.

new guy: had you been taller it wouldn't be a problem lol.

so yun pala yung reason, pandak ako at di nya feel yumuko to kiss me. okay.

after mass we went to Soban which was the least crowded place and besides I was craving for rice and Korean barbecue. i ate a lot mind you like i ordered refills of the side dishes and had it coming. i mean hindi na ako nagpaka demure. total naman hindi sya nanliligaw. wala namang reason para mag pretend and besides, if he likes me, he will accept the fact that magana ako kumain.

there was still time to spare so we went to check out some tech stores since he needed to buy a hard drive. ako naman I saw Mossimo was on 50% sale so I got myself two shirts kasi alam nyo naman ako, bibili ako basta sale at dapat 50% say.

he brought me home around ten and i asked him if he wanted to go inside for drinks...

new guy: huwag na hindi mo naman ako papakilala sa tatay mo.

and that was how my Sunday ended.

[stuckybarton]

Heads Under Water XIV

Summary: Finally going home was all you needed. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,757 Chapter Warnings: None.

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Part XIV

“Ang Anak ko! (My Baby!)”

The sobbing from your mother the moment you landed from the jet by the beach side of your childhood home washed away all of the stress of the constant travel you’ve placed upon yourself for the past twenty-four hours. You were wrapped in her arms and it was all you would have wanted right now—ignoring the pain still lingering from your body.

“I’m here, Mama.” You whispered. Mind going back to the moment where you thought you would never see her again. The resolve to be with her now into fruition after such a long time apart. “And I brought a friend.” You slowly pulled away to where Shuri was now making her way down the jet. A shy smile playing on the younger woman’s face.

“Ay! Hindi mo naman sinabi na may kasama kang kaibigan. Nakapagluto sana ako ng pagkain para sa inyo. (Oh! You didn’t say you would bring your friend. I would have made food for them).”

You watch your mother promptly pull away from you and began hugging Shuri much to her surprise. You tried your best to hide the laughter at the sight of her in such a predicament. It was even more amusing for her to ask in broken English about your whereabouts and what you’ve been doing for the past few years to have you not come home. You could only give Shuri a knowing look that your mother wasn’t aware of her involvement in Wakanda.

“O sya, sasabihin ko na lang sa papa mo na kumuha ng hipon at alimasag sa freezer. Wala naming allergy yung kaibigan mo diba? (Anyways, I’ll tell your father to get some shrimps and crabs from the freezer. You friend doesn’t have any allergies, right?)”

“I don’t.” Shuri reassured with a smile. You blinked in surprise that she could understand, only to realize that she had her AI on the little earpiece she had on. The realization that she had also understood what K'uk'ulkan had now called you was also up in the air. “I hope it’s also alright to overstay our welcome.” She pointed towards the jet that also had Okoye.

Your time in the jet was with Okoye bantering with Shuri about where to park the jet in the beach, and you eventually breaking the argument and reassuring the beachside would be big enough for the aircraft—temporarily. God knows what your neighbors would think when they catch sight of it in the morning.

“No worries.” You reassured them both. “Stay as long as you like.”

For the next few hours, from the feast your mother had given to you and your companions to you showing them around the beach and pointing towards the reinforced rock formation you had created to avoid the tides, they seemed a little more relaxed to be here.

“Now I don’t understand why you wouldn’t come home to this paradise.” Shuri pointed out as you both walked barefoot by the sand.

Okoye had made it her mission to patrol around to avoid any unnecessary eyes around as well as to ensure the both of you had your much needed privacy for a good while.

“It’s home. I wanted something more to do than be here.” You pointed out. “I wanted to make money to give my parents the life they deserve, when I did—I now want to make them proud of the accomplishments I’ve done in my career.”

The waves and winds were calm this time of the day, it was a complete contrast to the thunders of your heart and of your mind. But slowly, the longer you stay home, the slower the thoughts and fears would subside. It was needed, a long time coming for you to finally do. You only wished it was on a much different term than you are right now.

“Will we expect you back in Wakanda?” She inquired.

“I just need to handle some things back in New York, then I’m all yours after.” You reassured her.

You knew in your heart that being in New York no longer felt like an obligation, not with another pending investigation for the things you have not done were waiting for you when you come back. It was now a curse you needed to break before finally having a clean slate in your life.

No longer did the money matter as you’ve have all the money you could ever have and all that could help your parents for as long as they are alive. It was now your morality above everything else.

“Will you be fine in Wakanda even with what happened to Namor?” She continued and you halted, feet curling against the rough sands as you turned your gaze back towards Shuri. It was bound to be acknowledged, one way or another.

“I’ll be fine.” You reassured, having not said anything about what transpired. To this very moment, you refused to be responsible for another war, even if it meant your own demise. “I’ll always be fine.”

~

As the sun has set, Shuri was needed back in Wakanda. Your mother had insisted on giving them a shit ton of coffee they had lying around, as well as some knickknacks they had and a dozen of sweets for their journey back home. Shuri had insisted once again that you were to call her when you decided to come back to Wakanda which you accepted without hesitation and you were now left all on your own back home with your parents to finally catch up about everything that you’ve been doing since you’ve last gotten back home.

“Himala naman at pinayagan ka na ng boss mo na mag bakasyon. (It’s a miracle that your boss finally allowed you a vacation).” Your father pointed out at the dinner table.

One of the many things you have missed about going home was the food. Rice was always a staple, something you did not have laying around in New York, and the food that only your mother was capable of making was just something that made you miss home more and more. The smell of fried fish and fermented shrimp already has your stomach growling.

“Masyado na rin akong na-ooverwork kaya hinayaan na niya kong magbakasyon ng matagal (I’m so overworked that he finally allowed me a long vacation).” You responded, to this day, you still think it was best for them not to know your involvement with Wakanda—or even the people of Talokan for the foreseeable future.

“Aba dapat lang. (As he should).” Your mother pointed out loading your plate with a serving for two at this point but you genuinely would be able to finish and get another serving of. “Ang laki ng pinayat mo hindi na tama yung mga pinag-gagawa sayo ng lalaking yun. (You’ve lost weight, whatever that man is making you do isn’t right anymore).” She continued.

“I know.” You admit, if only she truly knew the extent of it. “Mag-reresign na rin ako sa kanya pagbalik ko. (I’m resigning when I get back).”

There was a beat of silence before your parents shared a look.

“Anak, napag-isipan mo na ba ng maigi to? (Baby, have you thought this through?)” Your father inquired, the same question that had been given to you when you had told them the news that you were quitting your teaching position to fly to New York to work for Tony all those years ago.

You know your father always meant no harm in his words, always wanting the best for you. But it breaks your heart that they still do worry about you still even at your age. You were not getting any younger just as much as they weren’t. You couldn’t live a life where you create and create things with the sole purpose of saving the same people that would have a chance of becoming a casualty. In good conscious, you couldn’t do it anymore.

“Opo, may malilipatan na rin naman ako. Private company na sya kaya iwas na rin sa gulo tulad kay Tony. (Yes, I already have somewhere else I could work for. It’s a Private Company so I could avoid the chaos just like with Tony).”

Technically you were not lying. Wakanda was private still. Secluded form the outside world and the only mess they might find themselves in is when it either involves anyone trying to look for Vibranium or from anyone in Talokan. Both issue you were far certain you could avoid dealing with from now on if you were careful.

“Magiging ligtas ka na ba dyan? (Will you finally be safe there?)” Your mother asked.

In the years of working with Tony, aside from the multiple hearings with US Senators and UN for that matter, you’ve also had your fair shares of near-death experiences from Alien Attacks and other villains’ hell bent on taking over the world. It will never be avoidable wherever you may find yourself working with, Wakanda was no exception to it.

“I will.” You assured your mother still even with it not truly being the truth, but your mother didn’t need to know it. “Baka mas mababa ang sahod, pero alam kong mas makakatulong ako sa nangangailan. (The pay might not be as high but I know I could truly help those in need).”

“Basta kung saan ka masaya, Anak. Nandito lang kami ng Mama mo lagi, proud na proud sayo. (As long as you’re happy, Baby. Me and your mother are always here, proud of you).”

You tried your best not to shed a tear at your father’s words. It weighed so heavily on you to throughout the years. No matter how many times they say it to you, it never felt like it was real. It wasn’t enough. After all you had done, being the center of far too negative news in the past, it didn’t feel like you deserved it at all.

After dinner, for once you had settled into your childhood bed. The array of memorabilia that screamed at you was just a sight to see. The countless awards and recognitions you’ve earned throughout your time at school and University was all placed on one side of the wall. But the one thing that stood out the most was the picture of you and your parents on your college graduation. The beaming smile on both of their faces when they walked besides you when you took your diploma.

For them, you’re making the needed change in your life once and for all.

[melhindips]

🚨 Update on the current field situation in the Gaza Strip as of 09:00 PM on the 335th day of the war on Gaza:

⭕️ Northern Governorate:

▪️ 4 martyrs and wounded as a result of an Israeli bombardment on a gathering of citizens near Kamal Adwan Hospital in northern Gaza.

▪ The water desalination stations in the Gaza and North Governorates are still struggling to provide service due to the lack of fuel necessary for their operation.

▪️ For the tenth month, the Israeli occupation has prevented the entry of vegetables, fruits, frozen goods, and basic materials into the Gaza and North Governorates.

⭕️ Gaza Governorate:

▪️ 3 martyrs as a result of an Israeli bombardment on a group of citizens near the Musab Bin Umair Mosque in the Zaytoun neighborhood southeast of Gaza City.

▪️ 2 martyrs and wounded due to an Israeli bombardment on a residential apartment in the "Ajjour" building near the Abbas intersection west of Gaza City.

▪️ Injuries due to an Israeli bombardment on a house belonging to the "Hassan" family in the Sheikh Radwan neighborhood in northern Gaza City.

▪️ Injuries due to an Israeli bombardment on a house belonging to the "Zino" family in the Daraj neighborhood on Yafa Street east of Gaza City.

▪️ For the thirteenth day, Israeli occupation forces continue to advance in the Zaytoun neighborhood.

▪️ Heavy bombing, demolition, and burning of citizens' homes south of Street 8.

▪️ Very heavy artillery bombardment on various areas north of Street 8, specifically in the areas of the Square of Abu Talib, the Al-Maslabah area, Abu Habib intersection, and the Islamic Complex area.

▪️ The occupation forces continue to prevent the entry of cooking gas since the beginning of the war until this moment, forcing citizens to resort to using alternatives made of nylon, cardboard, and fabric, which may pose a danger to lives and property.

⭕️ Central Governorate:

▪️ 4 martyrs and wounded as a result of Israeli shelling on the tents of displaced persons at the Martyrs of Al-Aqsa Hospital in Deir al-Balah in the middle of the Gaza Strip.

▪️ Two martyrs and wounded due to Israeli shelling on a house belonging to the "Abu Warda" family in the New Camp north of the Nuseirat Camp in the middle of the Strip.

▪️ A child martyr and wounded as a result of Israeli artillery shelling in the Abu Jalal area east of the Maghazi Camp in the middle of the Gaza Strip.

⭕️ Khan Younis Governorate:

▪️ A martyr as a result of Israeli shelling on a tent sheltering displaced persons west of Khan Younis city.

▪️ Injuries due to very heavy Israeli artillery shelling on several scattered areas of Khan Younis city.

⭕️ Rafah Governorate:

▪️ Two martyrs as a result of Israeli shelling on citizens in the Masbah area north of Rafah city.

▪️ Recovery of six bodies of martyrs since this morning from various areas of Rafah city.

▪️ Israeli shelling and demolition of residential buildings northwest of Rafah city.

Thursday, September 5, 2024.

[itz-stus]

Hello can you write some headcannons where dazai from bsd has a Indian wife thank you

Hello thank you for this request anon. I really appreciate it. So here are some headcannons for dazai with an Indian wife.

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Dazai's Indian wife

Being his wife is going to a job itself. As much as he loves you he is a pain to look after

He will definitely be like learning Hindi and has heard a lot of scolding from you as well in it. Since he annoys you to death

Like if your newly married they you have like the whole Chuda and like the maganl sutra and all. He absolutely adores that.

If you're vegetarian he will take special care for you food yk since many people in India are vegetarian including me. So if that is the case there will be non veg in the house. So if he ever does eats he just eats outside.

As much ad bad he is at cooking he will try to learn how to cook some basic common dishes in India. Like Parathas and all. Cause u force him too

There will be mixed cuisines in your household. Yk like if you know how to cook and like it aswell then you would make like Japanese dishes but with a Indian touch like how our mother makes foreign food with Indian touch.

Dazai has ate every Indian dish you could make or have learned to make and appreciates you in every single one.

In your house Hindi music is compulsory like if your like music then in your house there will be light music all over the house.

At time you two dance to the beats and giggle at each other's silly moves.

There will be times like if Dazai comes home from the agency with like injuries (which is one a regular basis) you scold him every time. If he has a bigger injury like there is too much blood then you might as well scold him in Hindi.

You have made him try Chai. And after marrying you its become a normal habit of drinking tea with you in the morning.

He has learnt Hindi quite well and after some time he can also speak Hindi.

At first he had a terrible accent but it improved from time to time.

If you like reading Hindi books poetries then their will be a like reading sessions with dazai where you just both cuddle and you just read some books to him answering his every little question.

If you work at the agency then there will be like both of you are just talking casually in Hindi and Atsushi is like'wtf are they speaking?'

And if you have interest in history and politics like I do oh boy there will always be like those types of discussions in you household. Like you telling him something new about both Japan and India from mythology to history to civics everything is in the debate here.

Cuddling him to sleep is a mustttt cause it just feels so nice that you are giving your all to him. Listening to his voice just making your night as you kissed ever inch of his beautiful face.

Dazai on the other hand is just grateful to have some this caring. Some to talk to who just understands his very being. He would just be the sweetest.

He just loves everthing about you and tries his best every time. He wants to protect the very person who makes it a little more easier abd enjoyed to live from his miserable life. Who makes how makes him understand humans a little better.

If he comes late and finds you like asleep he would like cover you in you blanket like wrapping you nicely and cuddle you.

He would appreciate you everytime.

There is no doubt he does his suicide techniques abd always asks you on a lovers suicide and even whines after you say no.

He might be a little harsh sometimes yk like in early stage due to yk mafia thing but don't be mad at him he is quite the puzzle to solve so be patient with him.

There is not a single day complete if he hasn't pranked you or put your stuff away. He annoys you to death and teases you for it aswell.

He just enjoyed watching you get angry. Like the one time you were parking your car(cause he is not a good driver who even gave him a driving license)

"Sala kisne sikhaya hai in gadho go gadi laga b@&%&#₹@." You yelled as dazai just looked at you in amusement.

There was also this one time a girl was a little too close and dazai being dazai this mf asked her for a double suicide when you just went up to her like asked her to go since it was like the time for the agency but she won't buzz off. And you yelled.

"Ek ulte hat kar mara na toh tere plastic surgeon ko bhi surgery ki zaroorat pad jayegi. Bhag ya se!" And then she just looked at you weirdly when you just said like to buzz off in Japanese. While dazai is just watching the show rooting for you.

I feel like dazai might just be the kinda guy who would randomly dim the living room lights and turn on some classic romantic song and invite you to slow dance in the living room in your pyjamas at like ten at night and you just. waltz around with him for a while.

Between you and dazai there are both happy, comical and sad moments.

In sad moments if dazai is feeling low it's like a 6th sense to you by now. You always give him space if he wants to talk about it. If he doesn't you don't mind but just give him company like kissing him and like showing that you love him in every possible way. Which is also visa versa

In the end you are a happy married couple who is just as chaotic as much as both of you are cute.

Ps dazai is also scared from your ears twists when you scold him way to hard. He belives that you are even scarier than kunikida when you are truly mad.

[tokwattoge]

Good morning!

Good news guys! Closed na yung Lazpaylater ko! <3 Hindi ko alam kung marereactivate pa yun, pero okay na din na hindi, more motivation para gastusin ng tama ang pinaghirapan na pera at matuto mag-ipon knowing na baka walang asahan.

Ang bigat pa nung mga naiwan na loans, Tala yung pinakamalaki at pinakasakit ng ulo ko. Praying hard, and working hard na yung BillEase maclose ko na next month. Tapos target ko yung mga oans related sa shopee. Umuusad naman ako, tuloy tuloy lang. I pray for kalakasan ng katawan. Matatapos din to. Fighting!!!

[mahiligsakape]

‘Cause I’m losing faith

So I brought it up in a desperate prayer

Lord, why are You keeping me here

Then He said, “Child, I’m planting seeds

‘Cause I’m a good God with, and a good plan

So trust that I’m holding a watering can

And someday you’ll see that flowers grow in the valley”

I left my job in July 2023 in the hopes of a better future. I wanted to try something I haven’t tried before - leaving the country to study and hopefully, save enough money for my future - whatever that was. But this morning, I received devastating news that my application was refused due to reasons they cited, and my first thought was, “how do I tell my mom?”

I was the one who wanted this so much, but she was the one who sacrificed a lot despite her age so I can pursue this dream. I feel like such a failure and disappointment. And as an only girl in the family, I feel like the weight of disappointment is very heavy on me. Ako kasi ‘yung anak na hindi na dapat nila inaalala.. ‘yung anak na masunurin (most of the time) and ayaw na ayaw kong ma-disappoint sila kasi feeling ko my siblings have already had their fair share of messes and ayaw ko nang dumagdag pa. Ayoko ma-feel nila na they’re failing as parents kasi ‘yung mga anak nila puro nakaasa sa kanila. I didn’t want to be that child, pero in the end, eto ako, another palamunin pa rin sa bahay despite being 30.

Ang lakas pa ng loob kong umalis sa trabaho ko to pursue this dream kahit wala akong savings. Pride ko talaga ‘to. Nahihiya ako sa nanay ko talaga.

I don’t know how I’m gonna pick myself up after this huge fall. Sa dami ng ganap sa mundo, parang wala akong karapatang magmukmok, though I know na that’s not really how the world works. Ang hirap lang mag wallow when I’m not only thinking of myself. Hindi pwedeng puro mukmok kasi di naman ako mabubusog ng pagmumukmok ko.

Bilang ako ‘to, ayokong maging mas pabigat pa. Hanap trabaho na ulit muna kasi hindi ako pinanganak na mayaman. Masipag lang talaga magulang ko kaya nakapag provide ng lahat ng meron kami. At ngayon kahit wala akong trabaho, hindi ako nagugutom kasi andyan pa rin si mama na ‘di kami pinababayaan. Ginagawa ko lang best ko talaga para mag-ambag sa bahay para ‘di naman masyadong nakakahiya. Linis, laba, drive dito, drive doon. Sobra lang akong nagiguilty kasi ayaw kong ma-feel ni mama na lahat na lang sasaluhin niya. ‘Yung mga kapatid ko kasi nagsipag-asawa na. Pero nakaalalay pa rin si mama sa’ming lahat. Siya nagpapaaral dun sa panganay kong pamangkin. Pag kailangan ng extra pera kasi kulang, kay mama sila lumalapit. Ako na walang trabaho, nakaasa lang rin kay mama. Ayoko ng ganitong buhay talaga kaya malungkot man, kailangan ko munang isantabi pride ko at bumangon na ulit. ‘Yung fact lang na hindi na ako dumagdag pa is enough for me.

Kaya ipagpray nyo rin ako Tumblr friends. Sana matanggap na ko ulit sa work soon para sa ikatatahimik ng kalooban ko at utak ko.