#haider... you really fucked up....

[variousqueerthings]

something that strikes me about joyland vs many other films centering trans women, is that biba’s story is one that interweaves with various cisgender women -- while it does have scenes showing her community, which is notably a place she is happy and safe and able to let her guard down, her actual story stands in comparison to other cis women, who likewise are comparable to each other. she’s not the “othered” woman to their “normative” woman, she’s a woman, whose perspective is relevant to a story largely about women

the part where her being transgender is important (and it is important!), is that she has taken the necessary steps in life to be freely herself, and this has come at great cost, but it’s also working. she knows the pain that comes with that and we see a lot of it in the movie itself, but she’s definitely also got the joy that comes from a certain kind of freedom (the freedom of creating a new reality after everything is gone)

so in that sense, the main contrast of her as “trans woman” to their “non-trans woman,” is that it’s given her the opportunity for joy precisely because the margins -- once everything has perceivably been lost -- is where that joy is to be created, whereas the other women whose stories we see are clinging to what scraps they have. they aren’t happy, not because they’re women, but because the little bits that they do have in the society in which they function, are things they’re too afraid to lose to stand up for what they want 

nucchi at first appears to be happy as a housewife, desperate to produce a son, but she gets stripped away, bit by bit, merely as someone who can tolerate the role she has. she studied to be an interior designer, I believe it was, and it makes perfect sense, once she shares that piece of information with mumtaz. she comes into focus -- and then she’s the one who suggests that she and mumtaz leave the house together (gasp) to go to the amusement park, for their One Good Day

and mumtaz you simply see deteriorate, until she’s on the verge of doing the one thing that might help -- running away -- and then cannot go through with it. I think at least one of the reasons is that she’s wondering if maybe she can do this after all, if maybe once she tells haider that she’s pregnant something will open up, but instead the future closes in and in and in. she doesn’t manage to grab that one sliver of freedom she had (and it would have come with so much pain), and the ending starts careening at the viewer from that point onwards

the second-to-last scene, where you see haider and mumtaz talk prior to their wedding is just... oof. ouch. mumtaz :( me, sitting in this movie screaming at the screen to just get her the damned air-conditioners she wanted, at least! one thing!

and then lastly the neighbouring woman, who at first presents herself as all about that propriety, and who you then realise is at the end of what this journey is going to be. no longer useful, only a ghost, not even allowed to leave the house, and there’s no way she’ll do anything but accept this, even as she feels, deep down, there’s some way to have joy, and she even briefly offers a small fight for it, before she accepts her fate anew

in the face of all of this, biba’s is the story with the most hope, presenting out and proud transness as a gift rather than a burden that must be borne because nothing else is possible, as it often is. biba is not in a society where she’s safe, or accepted, or respected -- hell, she’s clearly the least privileged person we follow in this film -- but she is free

[andguesswhat]

There are days were the things in my head are shamelessly hopeful and therefore completely illusory.

But “I must dare to dream”, right?

Venice 25

He thought about Armie’s comment when they stood ready to go in front of the mirror.

*

He got out of the car and the crowd screamed.

He was in Venice. Venice Film Festival, September 2025, premiere of Dune 3. The last act.

He loved being in Venice.

Again he wore a handmade outfit by Haider.

A kind of homage to his red sequined outfit from 3 years ago, again a neck-holder, again backless, but this time made of a robust and hard material, fine wire rings interwoven, heavy silver chains in between, a modern chain shirt. Plus some 70s punk rock vibe: leather pants, his boots with the silver heels, silver rings and bracelets on fingers and wrist, a black painted fingernail and a silver choker around his neck.

The outfit felt good, it made him feel strong and forearmed, even if right now he didn't think he needed that. Much more the outfit matched his mood, wanting to kick ass, because that's what he would do now, what they would do now.

He waved briefly to the crowd, the first flash of lightning thundering down on him, and then he held out his hand, just a little, casually, as he always did when he just wanted his partner a little closer, and couldn't help but grin happily as Armie got out of the car.

Armie looked extremely dapper in that deep-dark Tom Ford suit with a fancy little applique on the lapel, and Tim couldn't have been prouder of his partner, of his man, of his husband.

And that was it. Armie was now standing next to him, his warm hand gently running over Tim’s bare back and resting on his hip. They smiled into the cameras. Together, side by side. The way it had been private forever, the way it should be possible in public, too. It felt good and right.

He didn't care if there were hostile comments among the cheers now. The crowd that kept cheering was there and the one that mattered was standing next to him.

Armie.

Armie and him, for all the world to see.

“You look like some kiss ass rock star who has his bodyguard with him just to fuck him.��

It was the right time for them now.

The big blockbusters had been shot, he had a few more awards on his record, he had built a good network, he would be shooting with Scorsese and directors he adored. What more did he want?

He was sure that even if a few offers fell through now, he would still be making films he wanted to make. Maybe he would make less money, but as long as he could keep doing what he loved the most, something that he couldn’t live without, it would be enough now.

Armie smiled at him warmly, towering beside him and he smiled back. What had often taken them so much effort to hide was now there for all the world to see.

There was a rush in his head, his heart was pounding wildly, they had played this day out in his head for too long, too many emotions attached to it, and yet it was pride that trumped everything.

And then a gentle touch of Armie’s hand on his back and Armie was buttoning up his jacket, stepping into the background. Stephane stood on the sidelines and Armie joined him. Tim was alone again, continuing to pose for the photographers, responding to the "Timmy" calls, and although Armie was now no longer next to him, he was still more with him than ever.

When his bodyguard motioned him to go to the fans to sign autographs, he couldn’t say that he wasn’t afraid at that moment.

He tried not to listen, but of course he did hear a few things.

“Are you two really together or is this some kind of PR?”

“Are you gay?”

“How long has it been going on with you guys?”

Later he would say:

I prefer to keep my private life private. I'm with Armie but the rest is non of your business.

Then why this now?

Because I wanted to share this special moment with my partner. And the world can stop worrying about who I'm with. There should be more important things.

So are you gay?

I think we live in a society where we should be long past asking someone about their sexuality because they are with someone of the same sex.

There wouldn't be much more about them from them. Even if the whole world wanted to know everything.

For now he didn't say anything. With trembling hands he wrote autograph after autograph, took selfies, accepted gifts, and when he realized it was no different than usual, he found his voice again, the feeling of happiness increased, as did the selfies with stuck out tongue and middle finger and the joy to kick ass.

"You look amazing!"

"I love you so much!"

The hate would play out anonymously elsewhere, he knew.

Finally, he sprinted back to the red carpet, photos with Zendaya, photos with Dennis, photos with the whole cast. He felt like he was about to burst, brimming with energy, roaring and beaming, his kick-ass energy constantly alternated with pure pure joy. In between, he kept glancing over at Armie, who was smiling happily at him and apparently commenting dryly with Stephane on the whole happening.

Whatever was to come, as it was now, it was the right thing to do. Now had been the right time, and because it was the right time, they had not wanted to wait any longer, he had not wanted to wait any longer.

It was strange to be in that auditorium and watch the movie while outside the news would spread through the world like a forest fire. But he didn't mind.

Armie had been in a play, had taken small roles in television series, and next year Timmy would produce a small indie film starring him. They slowly got things going.

And even if they didn't, he would turn 30 at the end of this year. He had changed. For some time now, they had thought about having a family of their own. They were ready for change, for their new chapter in life, whatever it would look like.

As he walked into the building, and Armie walked beside him, smiling at him, their fingers casually interlocked. And that small, unspectacular touch meant everything to Tim. No boundaries, no hiding, just being themselves.

Dennis had supported him.

"I'm not sure we would have made it to Venice again with the third part without you and your collaboration with Haider. They love you! So take it, it's yours!"

Now they got Amargaddon. They would see how it would affect the box office, but he was grateful to have Dennis' blessing on it.

He loved being in this sheltered place with colleagues, friends and Armie.

Tim had wanted Armie to sit near him, so he heard him cheering in the row behind him when his name appeared on the screen, and turned with a grin when he heard him laughing dirty at a Harkonnen joke. It felt good to have him there. Very good.

When they all hugged during the applause after the movie, he turned around and hugged Armie too, and although they hadn't talked about it before, when Armie slid his hand down Tim's neck and gave him a kiss on the mouth, as other couples would, Tim couldn't stop grinning.

He knew there would be blurry video of that kiss. There wouldn't be much else, but at least they could offer that to their fans.

As they left the movie theater, as they made their way to the hotel, shouting cheerful see-you-later’s to the others, the fog in Tim's head cleared, the buzzing slowly diminished, and when he saw an undisturbed corner, he pulled Armie into it, into his arms and never let go. Armie did the same, squeezing him so tight he almost couldn't breathe.

For quite a while they were just standing there, crying and laughing and hugging and feeling all these feelings they felt. Together.

He felt all the tension inside him release. The tension that he didn't even know was inside him. The prison that they knew how to ignore so much that they had forgotten the freedom they lacked.

"We did it, Armie."

"Yes, we did."

And when he heard Armie's brittle voice, tears came to him, too, and he had to hold Armie even a little tighter.

"It really does feel as good as they say, doesn’t it?"

"It does."

Clap your hands for Tinkerbell them.

Later that evening, they had a carefree premiere party with lots of laughter, dancing and singing. They were happy, they were them. Some more blurry pictures would show that and it was fine.

And even if it was none of the world's business that they were together, it was an incredible feeling that the world knew now.

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[effei-s]

What shatter-me Warner would do.

The fastest character assassination I’ve ever seen.

Here’s the thing: Warner from original trilogy had character arch. More important: he was a character.

He was mean, villainous, cold, cruel murderer, with daddy who basically bought him regency (like come on, if it wasn’t for Anderson no one would even think about giving him that position; n for nepotism), but he also was deeply traumatized and abused his whole life and had little to none normal human interactions. I loved that fact that the only good thing he did (killing Fletcher because he was abusing his family) resolved into a complete catastrophe (Anderson killing children and wife) because Warner didn’t think it through. He tried to do the right thing and failed miserably, because he was more concerned with making a spectacle for Juliette. And after that he still had the audacity to paint himself as a hero who saved poor family from terrible tyrant in Ignite me.

I didn’t expect him to act and think like a human being. He didn’t need to act like a normal human. Warner gas lighting Juliette in the first third of ignite me is Warner’s thing to do. Him yelling and throwing tantrums and making scenes in Unravel me is Warner’s thing to do. Him forcing Juliette to do things she doesn’t want and traumatizing her in the process in Shatter me is Warner’s thing to do. Him wanting to torture Adam to death is Warner’s thing to want.

There’s a few reasons for this:

a) he doesn’t know how to communicate with people other than giving them orders or making threats;

b) he truly believes that he’s in the right here (he doesn’t see himself as a bad guy in Juliette story, more like a knight on a white horse);

c) he’s physically unable to be honest with himself and always has someone to blame for his own mistakes and failures;

d) he’s ‘results justify the means’ kind of guy.

Changes for good, with trauma that deep, when you basically don’t have a moral compass, don’t happen over night.

Was his ignite-me arch made sloppy? Yes. Everything was too info-dumpy and too convenient (Juliette forgetting that Warner was going to torture Adam to death; Juliette feeling that she’s the one who needs to apologize; Leila’s entire character used only for a sob story; Adam turned into a douchebag so Warner would look a more suitable love interest, etc). But it still was an arch. And the finale of ignite me was so open I really could imagine that, little by little, in the future, he will start to trust people more and really gonna help Juliette and co to make the world a better place. And his redemption arch wasn’t finished in the slightest, and I would even say that it was only the beginning of it, but it was implied that things will get better from there (the most important part of that being him genuinely wanting to make things right with Adam and James; he’s the one who makes the first step and initiate the bond).

So what went wrong in new three books? Ehm… everything, to be honest. Instead of developing a character that was already there, she decided to give him a new personality. Actually it can be said about every single one of characters, but Warner just happened to be the biggest victim of them all.

Let’s look at Restore me.

Okay, we have his pov, and I never thought I would say it but… Warner is kinda dumb. He’s supposed to be this military strategy genius, someone who knows how RE works from within and… it turns out that he just as clueless as Juliette. More than this, we never actually see him do ANYTHING except fucking Juliette. And for some reasons he never helps Juliette with her work??? There’s so much paperwork and instead of helping her to sort though it he’s… just not there???

Those stupid long monologues about how she’s capable to do anything mean nothing if he doesn’t actually help (as we can see at the end of restore me, when Juliette gets captured).

That fact that he doesn’t immediately check if Castle’s words are true? And instead of helping Juliette with Haider (telling everything he knows about him and his family, preparing her for the dinner) he fucks her??? This is a dumb bitch shit. And maybe you didn’t noticed but Shatter-me Warner wasn’t a dumb bitch.

After all, there’s a simple reason I never wanted the job of supreme commander myself—

I never wanted the responsibility.

It’s a tremendous amount of work with far less freedom than one might expect; worse, it’s a position that requires a great deal of people skills. The kind of people skills that include both killing and charming a person at a moment’s notice. Two things I detest.

Remember shatter-me Warner who wanted power because power meant that he could have control over his life? Remember shatter-me Warner who wanted to work with Juliette as a team to change the world? Yeah that’s him now.

No personal ambitions allowed when you’re a walking dildo, I guess.

Off the topic, but Mafi really enjoys making Juliette stupid as fuck:

“Oh, yes, of course,” she says, remembering. “I’ve gotten a bunch of letters about that. I didn’t realize it was such a big deal.”

Let's continue.

Hurting Haider would be enough to start a world war.

Warner says and then Juliette threatens Haider, a foreign official on a diplomatic mission, and instead of being even a little bit worried and think about possible consequences, Warner thinks this:

But I can only smile at her. I want to scoop her up and carry her away. Take her somewhere quiet and lose myself in her.

Okay, I guess it’s official, there’s sperm inside of his head instead of brain cells. I can’t find any other explanation for this clownery.

Shatter-me Warner would… Shatter-me Warner won’t be in this situation in the first place.

Someone tries to kill Juliette and Warner does… nothing about it. He never goes to check the body of the assassin himself. He thinks that Nazeera hides something and he still allows her to go around and doesn’t even interrogate her when Juliette says that Nazeera was there at the moment of the attack. He doesn’t find it even a little bit suspicious? That guy who had tremendous trust issues in the original trilogy? Remember him? Yeah, that guy. Shatter-me Warner would lock Nazeera and Haider up and demanded answers. Shatter-me Warner would be angry as fuck, and would try to kill Kenji with his bare hands, because Kenji was stupid enough to leave Juliette alone. Shatter-me Warner wouldn’t stop until he had answers (and the head of a person who wanted to kill Juliette on a plate).

New Warner is too busy feeling sorry for himself to actually do anything about it. And after one chapter it’s completely forgotten, like that fact that someone tried to kill her is not important at all.

And then Castle enters the picture with his stupid and sloppy info-dumping (I guess Mafi never heard of ‘show don’t tell’ rule). And says this:

“She can’t lead this resistance,” he says, squinting at something in the distance. “She’s too young. Too inexperienced. Too angry. You know that, don’t you?”

and if that wasn’t enough he also says this:

“It should’ve been you,” Castle says. “I always secretly hoped—from the day you showed up at Omega Point—that it would’ve been you. That you would join us. And lead us.” He shakes his head. “You were born for this. You would’ve managed it all beautifully.”

AND HE’S STILL ALIVE AFTER?

This is a fucking treason right there. And Warner A-OKAY with this.

Shatter-me Warner would strangle him right there. Or better yet, he would go along with this until he has 100% evidences of Castle’s betrayal and then he would kill him. Or he would kill him simply because Castle was withholding important information and earlier in books he put Juliette in a great danger by sending her to Anderson without telling her the truth (unravel me).

But not this Warner. New Warner is far more concerned with fucking Juliette then helping her or looking for a way out of this situation (because now he has dick instead of a brain).

After my father’s revelation, my thirst for information became suddenly insatiable. I needed to know more—who these people were, where they’d come from, how much we’d known—

WHERE AND WHEN DID WARNER IN PREVIOUS BOOKS DISPLAY THIS?

When I say that Mafi simply forgot her own characters this is what I mean. Warner from original trilogy didn’t give a flying fuck about them. He thought that they were weak and stupid.

I will lose her.

And it will kill me.

He said this shit and after he nearly had a panic attack because he imagined her dating someone else? Oh, come on, how more pathetic can he get?

There are words for this kind of behavior: toxic codependency.

Oh wait wait! I know! This is not Warner! This is Edward Cullen disguised as Warner! The mystery is solved!

Oh, he fucks her again. Apparently it’s the only thing he’s good at. What a character! The layers! The complexity!

And then Lena came into the picture.

Until that moment I was more or less okay with Warner. Yes, I was very confused, but I was ready to give Mafi benefit of the doubt. He lost his father and was dealing with grieve. We all can act out of character in the face of a tragedy or drastic changes.

“Why do you keep pressing this? Who cares if I’ve been with other women? They meant nothing to me—”

And there I felt in my guts, I’m not gonna like what next to come.

Haider was exhibiting suicidal tendencies. Self-harming. And I got really scared. I called Warner because I knew Haider would listen to him.” She shakes her head. “Warner didn’t say a word. He just got on a plane. And he stayed with us for a couple of weeks. I don’t know what he said to Haider,” she says. “I don’t know what he did or how he got him through it, but”—she looks off into the distance, shrugs—“it’s hard to forget something like that.

Oh, so Warner's words about how he never had any real interactions with anyone before Juliette were bullshit. About how he doesn’t understand people were also bullshit. About how Juliette was the first person who was not afraid to speak with him freely were also bullshit. Because all of the sudden he can help someone heavily depressed. Someone with suicide tendencies? Someone who harms himself? And now he has an ex-girlfriend who’s ready to beat the fuck out of him and calls him mean words (she clearly doesn’t fear him)?

Now his entire character in the first trilogy doesn’t make any sense. And his excuses don’t make any sense.

Bravo, Mafi! Bravo! This was the fastest character assassination I’ve ever seen.

She says that Lena was in love with him—really in love with him—but that Warner broke her heart, that he never treated her with any real affection and she’s hated him for it.

Oh, so he’s not only stupid and absolutely useless, he’s a fuckboy. And if there’s one thing I HATE, it’s fuckboys.

There’s a big-big-big difference between someone who has one-night-stands and THIS SHIT:

“You’re upset, I understand. But it’s not my fault you feel this way. I don’t love you. I never have. And I never led you to believe I did.”

“She and I,” he says, “it was—we were nothing. It was a relationship of convenience and basic companionship. It meant nothing to me. Truly,” he says, “you have to know—if I never said anything about her it was only because I never thought about her long enough to even consider mentioning it.”

“It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t two years of anything serious. It wasn’t even two years of continuous communication.” He sighs. “She lives in Europe, love. We saw each other briefly and infrequently. It was purely physical. It wasn’t a real relationship—”

So he despised her but used her for sex? WOW. Cool. He can go and trip over a fucking knife or fall out of the window for all I care.

“Everything in my life was different before I met you,” he says. “I was lost and all alone. I never cared for anyone. I never wanted to get close to anyone. I’ve never—you were the first person to ever—”

And how exactly he was able to help Haider with his self-harm then??? If he didn’t CaRe for anyone before Juliette?

This was the moment when Warner from original trilogy died in agony.

Okay, let’s see real quick what we have in Defy Me:

He thinks about escape but never really does anything to escape;

(anderson is the one who opens his cell;

he stands in front of a guy who murdered his mother and doesn’t even think about her, yeah I can see how important she was for him;

/again, shatter-me Warner would probably demanded answers, but not walking dildo, walking dildo cares only about Juliette. his excuse in ignite me 'i did it all for my mom' doesn't make any sense now, because he actually doesn't give a flying fuck about her/

he gets captures one minute after he “kills” Anderson;

nazeera is the one who gets him out of there;

super soldier taught his whole life how to survive, everyone. useless as fuck)

He doesn’t know anything about jewelry.

(super ooc, i know what Mafi was trying to do here: she tried ‘sherlock holmes doesn’t know that earth revolves around the sun’ thing Arthur Conan Doyle did, but the problem is WARNER IS A FASHIONISTA, or he was).

He wants to get married because…???

He sees a woman who tried to kill Juliette and he’s a-okay with staying at her place, because she said that it was actually a message (???).

Castle is still alive.

Nazeera who knew all this time about Anderson and was working for him is also alive and well.

Oh and he doesn’t care about Anderson being alive and being a real threat to Juliette (fucking her is more important for him, as usual).

His complete disregard for Juliette’s safety only makes me hate him more with every new book.

Imagine me.

First and foremost: don’t call imagine-me Warner shatter-me Warner. Don’t insult shatter-me Warner like that. With shatter-me Warner Anderson would have to try very hard to get to Juliette. It would be ‘Warner made 100 back-up plans, but Anderson knew him too well and created 101 plan and that’s how he managed to win’ kind of situations.

But walking dildo is too busy feeling sorry for himself (as usual), he just sits by her bed FOR TWO FUCKING DAYS, doing absolutely NOTHING to make sure she’ll be safe.

Nooira says that Juliette should be killed and she’s still alive for some reason.

He’s entire persona is that he’s rude to people (but not bbc’s sherlock holmes kind of rude, when he’s unbearable dick but he’s actually smart and really gets shit done, so we can tolerate him). He’s just rude.

He doesn't care about Adam or James's wellbeing (remember Ignite me Warner who really wanted a family? Yeah that's him now).

But he has gruppies now, because he’s hot and everyone in the sanctuary wants to fuck him.

Oh and he proposed to Juliette. HE PROPOSED. THEY ENGAGED! DO YOU HEAR ME??? THEY GONNA BE MARRIED! HE PROPOSED TO HER! AND SHE SAID YES! THEY GONNA MERRY!

Because god fucking forbid we forget about it.

(mafi really thinks that her readers have the mental capacity of a golden fish, huh?)

I lost count how many times walking dildo implies that he's gonna kill himself if Juliette is not with him (disgusting).

Then our walking dildo cures Juliette by the power of petting (it’s not power of love, lads and gents; you want to see love go watch defenders on netflix; mafi already copypasted elektra’s arch from that show into imagine-me Juliette, you can do yourself a favor and see how this trope can be executed without borderline on sexual assault petting scene).

18-old girl marries a fucking sociopath believing he’s actually a good person.

(we all know how shit like this ends, people like that don't change; and this 'he's different with me cuz i'm very special and i'm gonna teach him the right way' it's really harmful message considering that the audience of those books are mostly teenage girls).

Trust me, there's nothing revolutionary in this trope, it's tale as old as time.

Here's the thing, good written character always defined by connection to other people: friend, lovers, enemies, family, foes, acquaintances, even some random strangers. It's the easiest way to establish what kind of person they are.

Walking dildo doesn't have any of that because all of his "character" revolves around Juliette. He's not a person anymore. By the end of Imagine me he doesn't have friends (his relationships with Kenji or Haider non-existent), no family connections (no talks with Adam or James), even enemies or foes or even people that don't like him (because everyone wants to fuck him, because being hot is his only character trait).

His only family and friend is Juliette. And you know what? It's fucking boring, overdone and lazy as fuck. And insulting to the character he once was.

No redemption arch, no character arch at all.

Happy end.

[atypicalacademic]

Ghare Bhaire

Words: 700

Skylar x Haider for @ollifree, from these hand-holding prompts: "only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely" + "brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second"

No warnings only somft.

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Ghare-Bhaire (Bangla): home and the world

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“Do you really have to go?” Haider’s voice was still rough with sleep, his mahogany eyes barely open as he tipped a spoonful of spice into Skylar’s cup of chai, before sliding it across the counter with a sigh. Dawn was barely breaking, the light a delicate, lotus-petal pink where it played off the flowers and vines clinging to Haider’s hand-painted walls. The beaded curtains parted at Skylar’s reluctant assent as he shuffled in, Salsa at his heel, dragging his satchel in one hand while he snaked the other around Haider’s waist.

“I can’t miss another ship.” Skylar reminded him, ducking a little so his horns wouldn’t graze the kitchen cabinets packed to the edge with tinctures and herbs, sugars and spices. Warming his hands over the steaming cup of chai, he leaned down to press a kiss to Haider’s forehead. “And you,” He poked the tip of his nose, “Should be getting some rest.”

“And let you go hungry?”

“I can feed myself.”

Haider laughed, catching one of Skylar’s curls between his henna-painted fingers. “Not like I can.” He silenced Skylar’s protest with a lazy kiss to his lips. “It’s true. You know it.”

Skylar pulled him closer, breathing in the incense-and-bauhinia scent that always clung to Haider’s hair, free from its usual confines and falling in soft dark waves past his shoulders. “Alright, I know it.”

Haider smiled against Skylar’s chest. “What happened to leaving at first light?”

Skylar pressed another kiss to his hair. “It’s still first light.”

Forcing himself out of Skylar’s hold, Haider placed the cup of chai back into his hands. “Drink up. It’s bad luck to leave something unfinished.”

“Huh.”

“Umma said so, all the time.” Haider murmured, busying himself with Skylar’s scarves, wrapping the bright red fabric snug around his magician to keep him from the chill. Salsa nuzzled at Haider’s knee, craning her neck for his attention. He petted her between the ears, not taking his eyes away from Skylar, leaning briefly into a lingering touch at his cheek.

Soon enough, too soon, Skylar would take to the road again, take with him the warmth that had shielded him from the winter’s chill for the months he spent at home with him. As much as Haider never begrudged him that, his wandering and his quiet, fervent curiosity, his heart still sank at the thought of sleeping alone, without Skylar’s soft frame pressed against his, his dark curls between his fingers, his eyes on him, deep and lovely, like twin forest pools in the dim light.

Fortunate, then, that it lives so long, that slow-burning flame in his chest, both his love and his patience, until Skylar returns, as he always does.

“I miss you already.” Skylar said softly.

“Miss my cooking, you mean.”

“Your everything. And more.”

Haider blushed, looking away.

“Sure I can’t ask you to come along?” Skylar perched his elbow on the counter.

Batting Skylar’s chest playfully with his scarf, Haider shook his head. “But then you’ll return to an empty house. We can’t have that.”

“’S that what you’re here for, Haidi?” Skylar set his cup aside to take Haider’s face in his hands. “To bring me home?”

“Among other things.” Haider kissed him again, and rested against the crook of his neck. If he let his eyes flutter shut, he could fall asleep right there. “I’m here to be here.” He said, half-to himself, his beard brushing against Skylar’s neck as he trailed kisses up to his jaw. “I’ll always be here.”

A brighter beam of sunlight startled them apart, and Skylar caught his breath, looking over his shoulder. “Fuck, now I need to run.”

Laughing, Haider followed after him to the door, handing him his satchel with a hurried goodbye kiss. Skylar caught his wrist to kiss his knuckles, green eyes finding Haider’s mahogany ones.

Damn those eyes. Bless those eyes.

“What do you want, hm?” Their hands brushed as they drew away, Skylar pausing to trace the henna-flowers painted onto Haider’s bronze skin. “What do you want, from over the sea?”

As if he needed to ask.

“You, silly.” Haider twined his pinkie around Skylar’s, linking their hands in the narrow space between the door and it’s frame. “Just you.”

[nalasan]

Let's Dance is Gay(er) Now and I Love It

Okay, so the last month was pretty exhausting (like the month before that... and before... and- it's a fucking pandemic everything's exhausting), but what's been getting me through the week are Vadim and Nicolas, the first male same-sex couple on Let's Dance (Germany's copy of Strictly Come Dancing). We had an all-female couple before (Kerstin Ott (c) and Regina Luca (pd)), but they sadly didn't make it far into their season. But dont' worry, because now we have these two cupcakes:

(source: @nicolaspuschmann Instagram)

Nicolas Puschmann (l.) was Prince Charming, Germany's first gay Bachelor (and is still in a relationship with the winner, which, considering the average longevity of reality-TV-relationships, is pretty remarkable). Vadim Garbuzov (r.) is my all-time favorite professional dancer in the history of Let's Dance; he was absent for a a couple of seasons but returned this year (legend has it that a loud and happy "Vaaaaadiiiiiiim"-wail was heard from our living room when they announced the participants, but you can't prove anything).

Vadim first danced on the Austrian Strictly Come Dancing, Dancing Stars, in 2011, where he partnered with actor Alfons Haider, who had recently had his coming out. They came in fourth place. Here is my personal favorite among their performances, their Viennese waltz.

Knowing this, Vadim was my choice for Nicolas from the get-go (my mother objected: "But that's boring, he danced with a man before!" to which I replied "Yes, which means he fucking knows how it's done!"). Switch to opening ceremony: the host Daniel asks Vadim who he would like to dance with. Vadim: "Well, it's the tenth anniversary of my debut on this programm, so dancing with Nicolas would be great!" Someone squeeled into a pilow in excitement, and it was neither my gf nor the cat.

Thankfully, the television gods answered both his and my prayers and gave him Nicolas as a partner.

They are freaking amazing together! Nicolas is really impressively good (not objectively the very best (yet), Valentina Pahde and Rúrik Gíslason so far performed better overall, but he's a more than deserved third place atm (also, we all know Rúrik will win this thing. We knew in the first episode. We've seen the Gil Ofarim season, we know how this'll play out. As long as Nicolas and Vadim make it to the finals I'm okay with that)). He has made so much progress just in these first couple of weeks, now he makes keeping up with Vadim look pretty effortless and his expression carries every performance. Vadim is a gift from the gods. I love each and every one of his choreographies: the storytelling is on point and it's so cool how they continue to switch who leads/follows in each and every performance (I wish more of the couples did this).

Their performances so far:

Opening ceremony: Already dancing together before partners were announced, they performed a Quickstep to "Ich will 'nen Cowboy als Mann" (no clip because RTL hates me and my priorities in life).

1st Show: An unapologetic, sexy, flirty, really fucking gay Cha-Cha-Cha to "It's raining men" by The Weather Girls that really sets the tone for what they're here to do (Daniel: "So, how was the first male-male Cha-Cha-Cha?" Nicolas: "Just normal.") (18 out of 30 points).

2nd Show: A Tango to "Breaking Me" by Topic. I recognize that Tango is a tough dance to learn, but honestly, this is my least favorite of their performances. I don't think the music, setting, costumes and choreo work together very well, but it's still a good performance (21 out of 30 points).

3rd Show: THEY! ARE! BACK! with a vengence - I mean, a Slowfox. This might be my favourite performance, because unlike last week, EVERYTHING works here. Their tuxes, the music (a beautiful jazz cover of "Enter Sandman" by Metallica), the choreo, the switch of lead/follow, the brief but effective storytelling at the beginning and the end - I love everything about this (28 out of 30 points I object your honours I don't care if Rúrik was better he always is anyway!).

4th Show: A Contemporary to "Unsteady" by X Ambassadors. This is art. I don't know what else to say. (30 out of 30 points).

5th Show: My favorite dance, the Charleston, set to my favorite aesthetic (retro maritime), choreographed by my favorite dancer, performed by two amazing dancers to "Du hast den Farbfilm vergessen" by Nina Hagen. Have I watched this performance more than twenty times since yesterday? Yes. Will that number go up in the next hour? Certainly. But honestly, look at their feet, how in sync they are, the physical comedy that's straight out of a black-and-white movie. It's perfect. (29 out of 30 points I will sue).

And that's all up to now. Will I update this post every week because I live for Fridays? More likely than you think.

[new-sandrafilter]

The #1 performing story on Vogue Runway today is about Lyst’s 2019 trend rankings. Search traffic on your name increased by 806% this year, apparently thanks to Timothée Chalamet wearing your clothes.

Just this second, really on this second, I’m receiving a message from Timothée. ‘They ain’t fucking with us, are they? I love you, bro.’

You just gave me the chills. I love Timothée. You two have such a special working relationship. How did you meet?

It was a few years ago when he was about to have his premiere in Berlin for Call Me By Your Name. His agent Brian Swardstrom contacted me. Timothée was so young, and I was intrigued, but not really sure. I didn’t know who the person would be in front of me, so I was curious to meet him. They came to Paris and in a minute I knew that we would collaborate, due to this very joyful maturity that he has and this enthusiasm, and being very optimistic and uplifting, as his generation can be. I was like, well, this is going to give me energy. Let’s go for the energy, let’s go for this.

How much did you love Call Me By Your Name?

It’s a story that touches us all because we all can be him. We all can be Elio. For me it’s not a gay or a straight love affair, it’s just a human love affair, and I thought the way that Timothée carried the movie was quite extraordinary.

The thing that’s unique about Timothée fashion-wise is that he works one-on-one with designers. He doesn’t have a middleman or a stylist, right?

It’s correct. We talk, and it goes very smoothly. But he and I, we’re not searching for eccentricity, which is what people may expect after seeing the smoking jacket in Venice. We’re searching for a new form of elegance, which might be more liberated, more personal, more daring. What attracts us in a man or a woman is attitude more than anything else, and that’s what he’s giving the clothes.

What you’re saying reminds me of your relationship with Tilda Swinton, who is another person with so much attitude you can’t take your eyes off her.

I’m seriously blessed to have these two companions—the fidelity, the faithfulness to collaborate with each other. To stay by one another, I find this very moving nowadays where everything is so easily replaced and changed. They could have anyone, so…

That 806% increase, have you seen an effect on your business?

Celebrities, certainly men, that in the past might have found me more different, now they suddenly come around.

So tell me about the Venice Film Festival outfit.

Timo told me that he would like to open the Venice Film Festival with me, and he asked me what I thought. Since he had been so much out there, I thought to have this kind of discretion. We’re living in a loud world, and he had been wearing some loud clothes. I thought it would be nice to just be very discreet and elegant. I knew that people would talk about him anyway, so let’s take it gently. I didn’t want to do black and I didn’t want to do cream either, as I did it for the Oscars with him. So I thought gray. It fits perfectly to Venice, it fits perfectly to a movie which talks about the past, and it fits perfectly to Henry V, who on his wedding day had leggings in light gray. [Chalamet is the star of The King, a biopic about King Henry V.] It all came together very easily. I proposed and there he went.

But the silk top, the double belt. Men on the red carpet have been so dependent on the idea of a uniform, and they have all looked the same for so long. That was a great moment for fashion. For me, the excitement now is in menswear because you see young people breaking with old conventions, old rules.

I think there’s going to be a turn, after Timo wearing this in Venice and wearing the Louis Vuitton harness, I think he opened up the road. He is challenging people to dare, and that’s a very nice thing.

Has working with Timothée affected the way you design in general? Has his willingness to dare, as you say, made you think differently about your next collection?

Actually, no, but as I said before, he and Tilda have the capacity to wear the clothes and make them their own. In French we say, ils se posent sur les vetements, which means they come in and suddenly it feels like it belongs to them. You know what’s very beautiful? It’s just being companions. I’ve got my job, he’s got his job—how are we going to collaborate together to do this? It’s just a beautiful exchange that has turned into a friendship.

[ridzmystique]

Tanhaiyan - Episode 1

Finally got around to watching the web-series. When it first launched, I was too mad at the production company and too close to the end of IPK to really enjoy it so I left it alone, and I am glad I did. I am surprised by how much joy I am getting out of it now (really did save it for the rainy day, didn’t I?). Thoughts under the cut, with spoilers, of course.

The Loved:

1. ‘Waiting to be picked up’ scene

2. That innuendo filled goodness at the end of the episode *chefs kisses*

3. “Tumne Vivaah dekha hain?” GIRL, ME FUCKING TOO. Give me a hubby like Prem. 

The Good:

1. I liked the dynamic of Meera and Haider, the nok jhok, the judgement free banter.

2. Some of these shots. The beginning of all 4Lions shows are always a treat to the eyes, and I am glad this is a limited series so hopefully it ends on the same note of visual delight.

3. The speech/poem. Haider’s friend is very iffy to me, of course he didn’t like it. I want to find the whole speech written down (see Bad-1) so I can fully savor it.

The Bad:

1. Barun, buddy, I beg you, please enunciate a bit more. I have to keep rewinding in certain places so I can catch what he was saying. It’s a good thing I love you, smh.

2. At the beginning, some of the shots of the party and Haider’s past seem a bit too highly stylized for my taste. Like the record scratch, freeze frame effect almost takes you away from what’s happening on screen.

3. Not really bad, but I much prefer Barun’s Diwali look to this BUT I think this suits the Devdas aesthetic much better...and I could be convinced to enjoy that one man-bun look in the flashback image with some persuasion.

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

THIS SCENE in IMAGINE ME

“I will only ask you one more time,” Anderson says to his son, his voice trembling as it grows louder. “What did you do with her?” Still, Warner stares impassively. He’s spattered in unknown blood, holding a machine gun like it might be a briefcase, and staring at his father like he might be staring at the ceiling. Anderson can’t control his temper the way Warner can—and it’s obvious to everyone that this is a battle of wills he’s going to lose. Anderson already looks half out of his mind. His hair is matted and sticking up in places. Blood is congealing on his face, his eyes shot through with red. He looks so deranged—so unlike himself—that I honestly have no idea what’s going to happen next. And then he lunges for Warner. He’s like a belligerent drunk, wild and angry, unhinged in a way I’ve never seen before. His swings are wild but strong, unsteady but studied. He reminds me, in a sudden, frightening flash of understanding, of the father Adam so often described to me. A violent drunk fueled by rage. Except that Anderson doesn’t appear to be drunk at the moment. No. This is pure, unadulterated anger. Anderson seems to have lost his mind. He doesn’t just want to shoot Warner. He doesn’t want someone else to shoot Warner. He wants to beat him to a pulp. He wants physical satisfaction. He wants to break bones and rupture organs with his own hands. Anderson wants the pleasure of knowing that he and he alone was able to destroy his own son. But Warner isn’t giving him that satisfaction. He meets Anderson blow for blow in fluid, precise movements, ducking and sidestepping and twisting and defending. He never misses a beat. It’s almost like he can read Anderson’s mind. I’m not the only one who’s stunned. I’ve never seen Warner move like this, and I almost can’t believe I’ve never seen it before. I feel a sudden, unbidden surge of respect for him as I watch him block attack after attack. I keep waiting for him to knock the dude out, but Warner makes no effort to hit Anderson; he only defends. And only when I see the increasing fury on Anderson’s face do I realize that Warner is doing this on purpose. He’s not fighting back because he knows it’s what Anderson wants. The cool, emotionless expression on Warner’s face is driving Anderson insane. And the more he fails to rattle his son, the more enraged Anderson gets. Blood still trickles, slowly, from the half-healed wound on his neck when he cries out, angrily, and pulls free a gun from inside his jacket pocket. “Enough,” he shouts. “That is enough.” Warner takes a careful step back. “Give me the girl, Aaron. Give me the girl and I will spare the rest of these idiots. I only want the girl.” Warner is an immovable object. “Fine,” Anderson says angrily. “Seize him.”

Six supreme guards begin advancing on Warner, and he doesn’t so much as flinch. I exchange glances with Winston and it’s enough; I throw my invisibility over Winston just as he throws his arms out, his ability to stretch his limbs knocking three of them to the ground. In the same moment, Haider pulls a machete from somewhere inside the bloodied chain mail he’s wearing under his coat, and tosses it to Warner, who drops the machine gun and catches the blade by the hilt without even looking.

A fucking machete.

Castle is on his knees, arms toward the sky as he breaks off more pieces of the half-devastated building, but this time Anderson’s men don’t give him the chance. I run forward, too late to help as Castle is knocked out from behind, and still I throw myself into the fight, battling for ownership of the soldier’s gun with skills I developed as a teenager: a single, solid punch to the nose. A clean uppercut. A hard kick to the chest. A good old-fashioned strangulation. I look up, gasping for breath, hoping for good news— And do a double take. Ten men have closed in on Warner, and I don’t understand where they came from. I thought we were down to three or four. I spin around, confused, turning back just in time to watch Warner drop to one knee and swing up with the machete in a sudden, perfect arc, gutting the man like a fish. Warner turns, another strong swing slicing through the guy on his left, disconnecting the dude’s spine in a move so horrific I have to look away. In the second it takes me to turn back, another guard has already charged forward. Warner pivots sharply, shoving the blade directly up the guy’s throat and into his open, screaming mouth. With a final tug, Warner pulls the blade free, and the man falls to the ground with a single, soft thud. The remaining members of the Supreme Guard hesitate. I realize then, that—whoever these new soldiers are—they’ve been given specific orders to attack Warner, and no one else. The rest of us are suddenly without an obvious task, free to sink into the ground, disappear into exhaustion. Tempting. I search for Castle, wanting to make sure he’s okay, and realize he looks stricken. He’s staring at Warner. Warner, who’s staring at the blood pooling beneath his feet, his chest heaving, his fist still clenched around the shank of the machete. All this time, Castle really thought Warner was just a nice boy who’d made some simple mistakes. The kind of kid he could bring back from the brink.

Not today.

Warner looks up at his father, his face more blood than skin, his body shaking with rage.- “Is this what you wanted?” he cries. But even Anderson seems surprised. Another guard moves forward so silently I don’t even see the gun he’s aimed in Warner’s direction until the soldier screams and collapses to the ground. His eyes bulge as he clutches at his throat, where a shard of glass the size of my hand is caught in his jugular. I whip my head around to face Warner. He’s still staring at Anderson, but his free hand is now dripping blood.

Jesus Christ.

“Take me, instead,” Warner says, his voice piercing the quiet.

 Anderson seems to come back to himself. “What?”

 “Leave her. Leave them all. Give me your word that you will leave her alone, and I will come back with you.” I go suddenly still. And then I look around, eyes wild, for any indication that we’re going to stop this idiot from doing something reckless, but no one meets my eyes. Everyone is riveted. Terrified. But when I feel a familiar presence suddenly materialize beside me, relief floods through my body. I reach for her hand at the same time she reaches for mine, squeezing her fingers once before breaking the brief connection. Right now, it’s enough to know she’s here, standing next to me.

Nazeera is okay.

We all wait in silence for the scene to change, hoping for something we don’t even know how to name. It doesn’t come.

“I wish it were that simple,” Anderson says finally. “I really do. But I’m afraid we need the girl. She is not so easily replaced.”

“You said that Emmaline’s body was deteriorating.” Warner’s voice is low, but clear. Miraculously steady. “You said that without a strong enough body to contain her, she’d become volatile. You need a replacement,” Warner says. “A new body. Someone to help you complete Operation Synthesis.”

 “No,” Castle cries. “No— Don’t do this—”

 “Take me,” Warner says. “I will be your surrogate.”

Anderson’s eyes go cold. He sounds almost convincingly calm when he says, “You would be willing to sacrifice yourself—your youth and your health and your entire life—to let that damaged, deranged girl continue to walk the earth?” Anderson’s voice begins to rise in pitch. He seems suddenly on the verge of another breakdown. “Do you even understand what you’re saying? You have every opportunity—all the potential—and you’d be willing to throw it all away? In exchange for what?” he cries. “Do you even know the kind of life to which you’d be sentencing yourself ?”

 A dark look passes over Warner’s face. “I think I would know better than most.”

 Anderson pales. “Why would you do this?”

It becomes clear to me then that even now, despite everything, Anderson doesn’t actually want to lose Warner. Not like this. But Warner is unmoved. He says nothing. Betrays nothing. He only blinks as someone else’s blood drips down his face.

“Give me your word,” Warner finally says. “Your word that you will leave her alone forever. I want you to let her disappear. I want you to stop tracking her every move. I want you to forget she ever existed.” He pauses. “In exchange, you can have what’s left of my life.”

Nazeera gasps. Haider takes a sudden, angry step forward and Stephan grabs his arm, somehow still strong enough to restrain Haider even as his own body bleeds out. “This is his choice,” Stephan gasps, wrapping his free arm around a tree for support. “Leave him.”

 “This is a stupid choice,” Haider cries. “You can’t do this, habibi. Don’t be an idiot.” (..)

 “I will stop fighting you,” Warner says. “I will do exactly as you ask. Whatever you want. Just let her live.”

 Anderson is silent for so long it sends a chill through me. Then: “No.” Without warning, Anderson raises his arm and fires two shots. The first, at Nazeera, hitting her square in the chest. The second— At me. Several people scream. I stumble, then sway, before collapsing.

Shit.

“Find her,” Anderson says, his voice booming. “Burn the whole place to the ground if you have to.”

The pain is blinding. It moves through me in waves, electric and searing. Someone is touching me, moving my body. I’m okay, I try to say. I’m okay. I’m okay. But the words don’t come. He’s hit me in my shoulder, I think. Just shy of my chest. I’m not sure. But Nazeera— Someone needs to get to Nazeera. 

“I had a feeling you’d do something like this,” I hear Anderson say. “And I know you used one of these two”—I imagine him pointing to my prone body, to Nazeera’s—“in order to make it happen.” Silence. “Oh, I see,” Anderson says. “You thought you were clever. You thought I didn’t know you had any powers at all.” Anderson’s voice seems suddenly loud, too loud. He laughs. “You thought I didn’t know? As if you could hide something like that from me. I knew it the day I found you in her holding cell. You were sixteen. You think I didn’t have you tested after that? You think I haven’t known, all these years, what you yourself didn’t realize until six months ago?”

A fresh wave of fear washes over me. Anderson seems too pleased and Warner’s gone quiet again, and I don’t know what any of that means for us. But just as I’m beginning to experience full-blown panic, I hear a familiar cry. It’s a sound of such horrific agony I can’t help but try to see what’s happening, even as flashes of white blur my vision. I catch a mottled glimpse: Warner standing over Anderson’s body, his right hand clenched around the handle of the machete he’s buried in his father’s chest. He plants his right foot on his father’s gut, and, roughly, pulls out the blade. Anderson’s moan is so animal, so pathetic I almost feel sorry for him. Warner wipes the blade on the grass, and tosses it back to Haider, who catches it easily by the hilt even as he stands there, stunned, staring at—me, I realize. Me and Nazeera. I’ve never seen him so unmasked. He seems paralyzed by fear. “Watch him,” Warner shouts to someone. He examines a gun he stole from his father, and, satisfied, he’s off, running after the Supreme Guard. Shots ring out in the distance.

My vision begins to go spotty. Sounds bleed together, shifting focus. For moments at a time all I hear is the sound of my own breathing, my heart beating. At least, I hope that’s the sound of my heart beating. Everything smells sharp, like rust and steel. I realize then, in a sudden, startling moment, that I can’t feel my fingers. Finally I hear the muffled sounds of nearby movement, of hands on my body, trying to move me.

 “Kenji?” Someone shakes me. “Kenji, can you hear me?” Winston. I make a sound in my throat. My lips seem fused together. “Kenji?” More shaking. “Are you okay?” With great difficulty, I pry my lips apart, but my mouth makes no sound.

Then, all at once: “Heyyyyybuddy.” Weird.

 “He’s conscious,” Winston says, “but disoriented. We don’t have much time. I’ll carry these two. See if you can find a way to transport the others. Where are the girls?” Someone says something back to him, and I don’t catch it. I reach out suddenly with my good hand, clamping down on Winston’s forearm.

“Don’t let them get J,” I try to say. “Don’t let—””

[ragsandhaids]

District 9 (2009)

Haider: 8.8

One of the most solid and iconic sci-fi movies of the past two decades, Neil Blockamp flipped the genre on its head with this out of the world (yet so close to home) genre changing movie. As you may or may not know, this was originally meant to be the Halo movie but I am phenomenally glad that they changed it to what it has become today. It isn’t just a ‘oh humans bad’ trope. We know what corporations and governments are capable of and seeing the acts done on aliens so far from home, forced into a slum is something all to familiar and especially in Africa. :( I convinced my gf to finally see it after much pestering and she liked it (partly I’m sure to Popcann or Wizkid probably in the background of the movie idk I’m not into afrobeats). Now let's talk about the action. This is why we have an R rating! People exploding! Brains being bursted! A PIG GETTING YEETED AT A DUDE BY A MECH! It’s so hard for me to contain my inner fanboy!!

This movie lets loose and has surprisingly heartful characters. What’s more human than a father wanting to get his son home and to save his race from oppression? Christopher Johnson and Wickus have great chemistry and though we never got a sequel my girlfriend said what we all thought when this came out ten years ago. ‘Christopher will come back. He has to.’ In his last moments with Wickus with those big sad alien eyes of his, the last words he utters are “Three years. I promise.” and though we still don’t know, in our own minds we imagine a world where all this wasn’t for nothing and that Christopher did return to free his people and fix Wickus.

What a great fucking movie.

Ragavi: 8.4

Okay, guilty as charged I definitely said I will not like this movie. We have tried to watch it in the past but I ended up not paying attention and aimlessly did other tasks. Haider refused to let me go till I gave the movie another chance so as the amazing gf I am, I caved in to finally rewatch it (after a couple of months have passed and constant “nooo pls” for a couple days before agreeing) properly this time! I absolutely hated the beginning. I think this is why it lost me a couple of times. I didn't like the main actor and definitely hated his voice but I have to say it took me by surprise because from middle to end it was friggin great. The damn aliens were adorable in my opinion and bro their weapons like they take all the win for my ratings. Those fight scenes were sick as heck. I really hope they make another movie SO I CAN FRIGGIN FIND OUT IF CHRISTOPHER COMES BACK IN 3 YEARS DAMMIT. Yeah, it was one of those movies I’m glad my baby made me watch. <3

[koffeewithkjo]

Honestly, I agree so hard with what you said about the Sonakshi interview. Like men are never asked these questions so relentlessly. They are usually soft balled and allowed to get away with whatever bullshit they say in response. Sonakshi clearly 1. Has never thought about this 2. Never been trained to answer this 3. Has been given professional opportunities by Salmon and has family/loyalty ties with him 4. Twice mentions asking Salmon himself. Like ???? 1/2

lol thank you, I honestly was surprised by the reaction because I didn’t think I’d said anything super controversial and I was surprised by how malicious my timeline got over that interview excerpt. To me, that type of ignorance can be fixed; it was clearly something she was never forced to think about before. But then you have all these really powerful people who DO understand the ageism women face and CAN change it, and they’re never questioned like that. Ever. I don’t blame that interviewer but I’d like to see that energy and malice directed toward someone who can actually do something about it. 

I agree with you about age differences unless they add something to the movie. I love Cheeni Kum, I love Prime. Age differences can be interesting and add depth to a relationship under the right circumstances. But the answer isn’t to let EVERYONE pretend they’re 22 and running through the flowers for the first time; that is ageist. I don’t want stories that are only about young people, because that ignores all the beauty and ugliness and nuance that comes with aging, falling in love as an older person, re-discovering your partner, balancing raising children and maintaining a relationship. Middle-aged people are fascinating. Old people are fascinating. Without them we wouldn’t have movies like English Vinglish, Haider, Dil Chahta Hai, The Lunchbox, Dil Dadhakne Do, etc. So where I think that interviewer got it wrong is exactly what tripped Sonakshi up: I don’t think many people want to see Madhuri and Ishaan (who looks underage and hence the ick factor? he’s such a baby!), they want to see Madhuri with one of like fifteen men in her age group who are consistently acting opposite girls young enough to be their daughters. The men are the ones that are frozen in time, the women on the other hand are embracing their age and making interesting movies about interesting women. So let’s talk about the double standard, sure, but the more interesting conversation imo is why men overall seem stunted as artists and why women are doing all the heavy lifting. 

for fuck’s sake go watch a Helen Mirren movie and then tell me women have nothing to offer cinema after they get crow’s feet

(interview excerpt here: https://twitter.com/Oxynom/status/1202215958250541056)

[imperfectapollo]

🛠️🛠️🛠️

WOOOOOOOO BOY LET'S JUST TRY TO IGNORE THE FACT THIS IS SUPER LATE!

Anyway. Let's do this.

So. Three ocs out of god knows how many. One's going to be simply out of my brain, one's a Percy Jackson oc and another one is a Newsie oc. I'm gonna write the background of them (aka why I made them/different things about them) and their current backstory (but slightly condensed considering they're really long lmao) as well as show their current designs.

Send "🛠" and I will reveal some OCs, NPCs, or side characters I have

First things first. Kurai Mirth. The baby of the family and son to basically all of my friends.

Background: This little guy has had a *lot* of backstories over the like 2-3 years since I made him. I originally made him as a kitsune oc (because kitsunes are fucking awesome don't at me). After that, he turned into a Dryad (shhh I know Dryads are female but I forgot at the time), keeping with the theme, after that he became like a mini Earth god with an older sister who was the goddess of the moon (heh she didn't stay very long). Now he's human but still has a large connection to the Earth.

Current backstory: When Kurai was five-years-old, a yearly camping trip was hit with tragedy when the night before the Mirth family were meant to leave, a group of people went on a shooting spree. At the beg of her husband, Kurai's mother ran away with him, knowing full well her husband most likely wouldn't leave the campsite alive. When she discovered that she was being followed, she carefully hid her son, getting him to run by promising him that she'd find him later. Being so young and scared, Kurai trusted her and ran off with the necklace she had given him. She ran the opposite direction and gained the attention of their trackers, dying a few minutes later.

He didn't turn up again for a few years later, long after the searches for him had been stopped. It took a few months for the now feral boy to go with the police and to the hospital. After the DNA results revealed his identity, it was realised to the public, only for no one to step forward to claim him.

Knowing that Kurai would need multiple check-ups in his life, it was agreed that he would become a permanent resident of the hospital. It has long been accepted that he most likely will never catch up to those his age due to his years of isolation with only animals as company, it has been determined that his mental age will always be a few years behind.

Appearance:

Next up is Akio Fabbris, one of my Percy Jackson ocs!

Akio is a child of Hermes and is proud of that fact despite the way he acts. While his siblings can be a bit...Chaotic at times, Akio is the type of person to gain information and use it against you. If you've annoyed him/his siblings, he can and probably will use this information against you. He's a bit of an asshole at times honestly. Bitch needs sleep as well.

Background: Akio actually hasn't had that many backstories (considering he's one of my latest ocs) but he came about after I finished reading the series because why the hell not?

Backstory: Akio knew there was something different about him when he was younger. However, he decided to ignore it. There were lots of people out there who had dyslexia and ADHD. It was only when he was ten that he discovered who his real father was. Not given much of a choice, he left for Camp Half-Blood for the summer to see what it was like, only to be claimed that same day.

He decided that he may as well just roll with it, soon finding himself falling victim to his siblings' pranks. As revenge, he convinced Chiron to allow him to bring his camera into camp. His siblings quickly learnt that he was able to gain information on all the campers, using his instinct for mischief and natural speed. That doesn't stop them from messing with him though.

However, his favorite thing about camp is a certain camper named Preston Graham (that's right @geekymeeks it's your gay son).

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Finally, it's Haider 'Read' Lester's turn! A Flushing newsie!

Background: Read honestly came to me as an idea of like Specs....But....Baby form and a different kid.

Backstory:Haider was found Flushing's leader, Hisashi Murai who has now aged out of the newsie life and works in one of the local factories (and yes to those very few who know him, this is Kenji's older brother. Kenji is my Ultimate Confectioner and is also Kokichi's beta design btw for anyone wondering).

He eventually opened up and explained that the reason he had been in the alleyway that night was that his single mother had kicked him out for the night after beating him. It was decided that he'd be safer for him to become a newsie instead of living a life with her.

He quickly earned his 'newsie' name after it was discovered that he knew the son of the bookstore's owner and often borrowed things from there. Read also sometimes goes to the school at both the school that's free at night for working kids and a normal school if he has time. Because he doesn't have the money to pay for it, he cleans the classroom and stuff in exchange for a free lesson. Once 'accidentally' stabbed another newsie with a hella sharp pencil because he interrupted him when he was doing homework back at the lodge. He now does it on the fire escape so he can have some peace and quiet.

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[tellywoodtrash]

Hey! Hope you're having a good day! I had a question, if that's okayy. I was re-watching Tanhaiyaan! I loved that series - Barun and Surbhi had amazing chemistry and I loved the soundtrack. I was just wondering what your thoughts on it were. I did search your tumblr to find reviews or something of the sort for the series, but it kinda came up empty. So I thought I'd ask you. Thanks! :)

Hi friend!

I’m well thanks! Hope you’re having a good day too!

I did do some spoilery mini-lbs for the series. Also lol, I wrote a really detailed review when I watched it (Feb 2017), that I didn’t publish then for some reason. It’s not a show I am inclined to revisit, so here are my thoughts from then, with some mild editing.

what works

the chemistry: barun and surbhi have good chemistry, and their scenes together are enjoyable. they sell all the facets, from the flirting to the attraction to the nice comfortable intimacy they settle into eventually.

the progressiveness: i dunno if the sponsorship deal from tinder mandated it, but the show is refreshingly sex positive (… for something coming out of a mainstream tellywood production house.)

the screenplay: the dialogue, especially in the scenes where meera and haider banter and flirt, is fun. 4 lions shows have always had some brilliant dialogue (esp. in the shiny starting days - the honeymoon period.) if you’re into shayaari and the like, you’ll enjoy that stuff in sobti’s soulful husky voice. i’m not, so i found it pretty corny.

what  doesn’t work

the pacing: where tanhaiyan suffers the most, is pacing. i mean, call me cynical, but i found it really hard to buy that two people, who met like what… 4 days ago? could be THIS deeply in love. for godssake, how MUCH can you love, or even KNOW a person with whom your only conversations have been sexy banter? the only deep thing they know about each other is that they’ve both lost important people in their lives. as much as i love sobti and jyoti (who are good actors for the most part and engage me emotionally), i was constantly rolling my eyes that within less than a week of meeting each other, these two had gone through lust-love-a breakup-ENGAGEMENT-second breakup. MAN, THERE’S A LOAF OF BREAD ON MY KITCHEN COUNTER THAT I’VE HAD A LONGER AND MORE STABLE RELATIONSHIP WITH.

the writing: the writing is the second biggest issue i have with this show, almost equal to the pacing. the thing is, the show feels like a fanfic that’s been brought to life. not even GOOD fanfic, but a mediocre fanfiction riddled with plot holes and crack AUs. look, haider and meera have emotional issues. all fine and good. by episode 9, they’ve opened up to each other (trust me when i say i’m using the phrase “opened up” in the loosest manner possible.) and seem to have made a decision to be together. but then lo and behold, in the last 5 minutes of the second last episode, there’s a WHOLE NEW PROBLEM.  like… why? so unnecessary. just to round it out to 10 episodes?

the slap: misandrist that i am, i am usually rooting for the asshole male lead to get slapped, especially on a 4 lions show, where he most probably deserves it. but in this show even *i* was like, oh come on, that was unwarranted. yes, he’s being a jerk, but the slap was just… ??????? and lol, that one slap and a lecture from meera seems to thikaane lagaofy all of haider’s emotional issues instantly. lmao if only it were that easy; kisi ko duniya mein therapy ki zaroorat hi nahi hoti. (which we know that all 4 lions men need. extensively.)

the pandering: sometimes, the progressiveness of the show seems to be be bordering on pandering, with no real motivation behind it other than to SEEM progressive. like tanya, meera’s friend, who talks about wanting “no-strings-attached sex” with an italian guy and in the very next minute, wistfully saying she could have had a half-italian baby by now. um, that doesn’t sound very “no-strings-attached” to me. or the fact that avantika and sid’s whole big issue is solved by ONE sentence from haider “sabka past hai, tera hai, mera hai; ladkiyon ka past kyun nahi ho sakta?” (to which all the ladies appreciatively nod @ haider, seeing him as the new paragon of feminism) … okaaaaay then.

haider’s character suffers from classic 4 lions male lead bipolarity. one second, he’s lovingly asking her how she is the way she is (so “cool and non-judgmental!”), and when the answer includes guilt over death of her family, he freaks the fuck out and shuts down. what, did he think he’s the only person on the planet who’s ever had to deal with death and regret? what does her answer have anything to do with HIM? he gets slapped for talking flippantly about her parents’ death and grief, and within the matter of 2 scenes, he’s telling meera that she “saw his soul”, when he’s revealed absolutely NOTHING personal about himself, including the reason of his grief. he proposes marriage, and when meera (very rightfully!) says it’s moving a little quickly, he explodes to accuse her of loving her career more than him. um, she’s known you for like 72 hours, buddy. calm the fuck down. don’t even get me started on the fact that he just abandoned her with no explanations given on their engagement day, based on some assumptions he made by sherlocking some clues together (that too wrongly.) classic fucking 4 lions male lead move.

meera’s character is a pushover when it comes to haider’s above bad behaviour. i know every 4 lions female lead can be accused of this, but there’s a difference between them and meera; which is that the former have at least known their male leads for months, before getting tied down into matrimony with them. to an extent, they’ve somewhat made their peace and accepted that side of their partners and “love” them despite that, due to other redeeming qualities/the emotional journey they’ve been on with them over an extended period of time. if a dude you’ve known for all of 4 days starts acting like this, why would you put up with it, let alone fall in love with him? i find the ending especially ridiculous, that she takes him back after he ran away on their engagement day, with zero explanations or conversations, telling her friend that she “understands why haider acted like that” and doesn’t blame him at all. sis, sit the fuck down.

all the friends are highly highly annoying. sid and tanya are pushy and passive aggressive when haider and meera don’t want to talk about emotionally draining topics. sid actually YELLS at haider for not being able to process his grief in the manner thatHE demands. then there’s avantika and her nonsense. from her problems with the saas (what was the point of that, really???), to her guilt issues. she goes and confesses her tryst with sameer to haider instead of sid (HOW EVEN? THE TWO MEN HAVE SUCH DIFFERENT BODY STRUCTURES. ANYONE WITH THE GIFT OF EYESIGHT CAN TELL IT’S HAIDER), and when he gently tries to help her out, she attacks him for being responsible for raza’s death. like… why? he’s been nothing but an absolute sweetheart to her, being supportive and accommodating her every whim. in the end, she doesn’t even apologize for what she says to him! and don’t even get me started on the worst one of all - raashi, who keeps harping on about PAAP over and over, and even goes so far to say that the avantika and sid broke up because the avantika ate egg when she wasn’t supposed to. i really don’t know why anyone else in that group put up with her and her garbage. the least offensive of them all was that one guy who was more like the wedding organizer than an actual friend, always obsessing about everyone not eating enough.

overall opinion

tbh,  quite a middling series for me. i don’t regret watching it, but ehhhhhhh…. i didn’t enjoy it as much considering the people involved in the project (and the amount of time i’d spent waiting for it - i was following its production quite closely all throughout 2016.) the writing just overall was a washout for me (eta: esp. now that i have seen that ‘unscripted’ interview with jyoti/sobti… the way they were gushing about it, and gul saying she cried writing it and stuff…. and i’m just like… OVER THIS???? REALLY? i mean, there have been episodes of ipk and ib where i have genuinely gotten emotional… this series did not have a single episode that pulled me in with the feelings like that.) i really think it could have used tighter scripting to make it more concise and snappy.i would have ended the show once haider and meera made up after their first big fight.my ideal arc for this show would have been the two characters’ relationship growing from a mere sexual attraction, to a genuine emotional kinship that helps them to start healing from their grief, and left it at that, without cramming in all the heavy love and marriage stuff.

[effei-s]

imagine me recap with “warner’s” POV.

disclaimer: i refuse to call him warner, because he has nothing to do with my son from the original trilogy, so i’m gonna use a code name ‘walking dildo’.

starring:

walking dildo;

narrator;

anderson;

bunch of horny people who want to fuck walking dildo because walking dildo IS VERY VERY HOT.

special guests:

emmaline;

the ‘very smart and reliable’ plan.

walking dildo: so i know that my dad is alive and that means that MY JULIETTE is in danger but who cares about the very serious threat when i can fuck her in the shower! I’M GONNA MARRY HER!!!

emmaline: blows up their cover and now everyone knows where they’re hiding. and juliette is in coma.

walking dildo: oh that’s so sad. i guess i have no other choice but to sit by her side and stare at her FOR FIVE FUCKING DAYS. yes, i know that my daddy can show up any minute because a) juliette is an important part of the experiment: b) he still wants to kill her; but i don’t really care about it. i’m too busy brooding and being rude to people. OH LOOK I MADE HAIDER CRY, I’M SO FUCKING EDGY! but, honestly, what did you expect from a ‘sociopath’??? that i’m actually gonna do something to protect her? make some plans? looooool! i’m only here to fuck her.

anderson: *shows up in the sanctuary like he’s here to have the time of his life*

walking dildo: omg!!! i did not see this coming at all! my daddy showed up to get all of us back! who’d thought that this could happen???? definitely not me or rebels that want to overthrown big bad totalitarian government! well i guess NOW i have to make a plan of some kind! i know! i’m gonna hide juliette! and i’m gonna offer myself as a replacement! then i’m gonna attack him and gut him with machete!!! AM I NOT COOLEST BADASS MOTHERFUCKER YOU’VE EVER SEEN? but don’t get too excited, i’m not gonna try to do anything too serious, daddy still has to survive 13 hours flight to oceania so max can fix him.

narrator: three minutes ago the bullet wound in anderson’s throat healed in a matter of 30 seconds but now he can’t heal himself in a span of 13 hours??? hmm…

the ‘very smart and reliable’ plan: *fails, because DUH!!!*

narrator: and i’m here to remind the audience that according to the text all of the supreme’s children supposed to be geniuses. there are FOUR OF THEM. and they still can’t protect juliette. they not even try to do it. they just hang around. how very useless of them.

anderson: *kidnaps Juliette in fifteen minutes while being seriously injured, because DUH!!!*

narrator: the man gets the job done, unlike… some.

walking dildo: hmm… I guess i’m gonna kill the rest of my daddy’s people but INSTEAD OF GOING AFTER MY DADDY IMMEDIATELY i’m gonna brood for three more days and do nothing to actually… try and save the girl i’m ALLEGEDLY(!!!) love. but i’m gonna say that i should’ve known that this is gonna happen (i have the habit of saying it to myself so it would look like this failure wasn’t my fault, when in reality it is very much my fault). in the process of my useless brooding i’m gonna throw another twenty pity parties for little poor me of course!

bunch of horny people: HE’S SO HOT WE ALL HAVE MIND BLOWING ORGASMS JUST BY LOOKING AT HIM!

narrator: and it's clearly doesn't matter that he wanted to betray them all two days ago.

walking dildo: i’ve always knew that people wanted to fuck me since i was like 15 years old.

narrator: it’s throwback to defy me, but i can’t not to talk about it because “older women and men wanting to fuck a teenager” is not something added to text to show how actually awful the gift of feeling emotions can be and not to show how disgusting this shit is in general, BUT BECAUSE MAFI NEEDED TO SHOW THAT HE’S ALWAYS BEING VERY SEXY!

oh and, please, don’t forget that walking dildo is a ‘sociopath’. but only while juliette isn’t around, when she’s there all emotions turn back on like it's the vampire diaries.

because apparently this is how ASPD works.

i know people want to believe that ‘warner’ can be 'not the most favorite guy' only with those who can’t understand how COMPLEX AND MORALLY GREY he is or because HE KILLED PEOPLE AND HE’S RUDE!!! but thanks to imagine me it's far from truth. now he’s that guy who prioritizes his own sorry ass over SAFETY AND WELL-BEING of the woman he (allegedly!!!) loves. we’re not talking about him TRYING AND FAILING (because i would be totally okay with this), we’re talking about him DOING NOTHING TO PROTECT HER. for DAYS. and no amount of people he killed AFTER he already lost juliette gonna change that. he's that guy and he's always will be that guy.

as the old saying goes: there’s no greater sin for a character than being useless.

[atypicalacademic]

Sweet n’ Salty (NSFW)

Words: 1205

(A/N: Did anyone ask for Portia smut in general? J-just me?)

Pairing: Portia x Haider 

Warnings: Liight D/s, oral sex, fingering, fluids, use of the word “kitten”, language, yeah..

It doesn’t take much to get Haider back on his best behaviour. For her, it doesn’t take much at all.

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"Y-yeah, like that- oh-" Portia threw her head back on to the sweet-pea scented sheets, hips bucking into Haider's mouth. She bunched and clawed at a pillow with one hand and cupped her breast with the other, toying with her nipple, kneading and squeezing harder and quicker as Haider's tongue laved over her clit and dipped down between her folds.

"Haider-" she shivered, torn between clamping her thighs down around Haider's head to pull him deeper and spreading wider to give him more access. As though catching the way she swallowed and panted, Haider drew a quick breath and dove back in, his tongue lapping past her pussy lips, his fingers rubbing fast circles on her clit, moaning into her folds so she could feel the sound vibrating between her legs. "Oh fuck- " clapping her hand over her mouth, the other still massaging her breast and pressing insistently against her nipple, Portia arched off the bed, once, twice, a cry building in her throat-

When she caught the frantic movement of his free arm through her fluttering lashes. Choking on a gasp, she fell back against the bed, and abruptly shifted her hips away from Haider. For a moment, she caught her breath, clenching her fingers in the twisted sheets, watching Haider still, sit back contritely against the bed, his mouth and beard still wet with her, his hands demurely on his knees.

Then, she laughed. 

"Thought you could get away with it, big boy?" She asked sweetly, making no move to touch him. Haider whined low in the back of his throat, mahagony eyes wide and pleading, but said nothing. Still on her back, Portia teased her foot up over his thighs, brushing over the damp spot on his palazzos, making him buck and grind, and smiled when he made no move to reach out when she pulled back.

"Can’t wait till you finish me off?" She teased. "Need my eyes on you, to keep you from getting distracted?" She pointedly raised an eyebrow at Haider's fists clenching and unclenching over his knees. He nodded, sniffling and squirming, and let out a shaky breath.

"Oh, you're so sweet-" She giggled. "And you were doing so good too..." She trailed off, pouting, then smirking mischievously. "I'd have let you touch yourself if you'd just asked me like a good boy-so now-"

She slipped a hand between her legs, teasing over her clit in feather-light touches that still made her gasp and giggle. She made a show of arching off the bed ever so slightly, bright red hair ruffling and cascading with every move. "After- mm- fuck- after getting me so close, getting me so wet-" She spread her legs just a little more to prove her point, and Haider bit down on his lip, his bare chest heaving with laboured breaths. "You'll just have to sit there and watch."

She slipped a finger into herself, keeping her eyes open and locked on to his, a red-hot flush high on her freckled cheeks and shoulders, licking her lips eagerly, and it was enough for Haider to find his voice again.

"K-Kitten-"

Portia slowed her movements, batting her lashes playfully. "Got something to say?"

"I-" Haider swallowed hard, screwing his eyes shut for a moment before opening them again. "I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to, I just-"

"Just?" She purred, her hands slowing further but not stilling. "Just what, Haider?"

"You just looked so good-" He gasped out. "Felt so good- so flushed and beautiful- when I looked at you- I-" he gulped, running a hand through his hair to ground himself, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. "Y-your thighs were around me, and-I-"

"Couldn't resist?" Portia's hand fell away from between her legs, and she made a movement as though squaring her shoulders, sighing indulgently. "You really are so sweet." She beckoned him playfully with a finger, laughing as he pounced on her eagerly, steadying himself on his arms to hover over her, but staying obediently still when he was there.

Portia reached up to kiss him softly, tipping his chin forward, and then letting her head fall back. "Hmm.." she tapped her cheek thoughtfully. "How do I get you to behave?"

"T-tie me up next time," Haider panted, his face crumpling with the effort of keeping still. "You can use me however you want- I'll be good-"

Without warning, she slipped a hand down his pants, roughly palming his cock, and Haider moaned, his arms buckling as he nearly slumped against her. "Tying you up sounds nice, honey-" She drew her hand back, running it up his spine, making him shiver. "But I think I like it better to see you lose control like that-" Portia guided one of Haider's mehendi-painted hands to her breast, nudging the other past her belly, biting her lip as his long fingers trailed the dimples on her thighs.

"You just want to be good, don’t you?" she cooed- "You just need to keep your hands busy, don't you sweetheart? S-so-" She stuttered as he slid his hands down her pussy, sliding through her slick. "So you won't get greedy when my eyes are turned- oh fuck-"

Haider slipped two fingers into her, crooking them while his thumb circled her clit. His other hand pinched at one nipple, and his mouth came down on the other, moaning against her breast, his hips stuttering against her thigh. "Good- good- there-" Portia gripped a handful of Haider's black hair, having slipped so, so long ago from its bun, her chest rising to meet his mouth, her hips grinding back into his fingers-

It didn't take long, really.

"Fuck, that's it- that's -" she screwed her eyes shut, her mouth falling open as he pressed up into her spot, his mouth closing over her nipple, his eyelashes fluttering against the freckles on her chest, his hips chasing her stomach, her sides, her thigh, grinding down but never for too long, until she came with a loud, drawn-out moan, still arching into him as she rode it out.

Panting, she opened her eyes, gently lifting Haider's head, maneuvering him to face hers. Desperate tears sparkled at the corners of his wide brown eyes. "Please, kitten-" he begged, pawing at her. "Please, please-"

Portia giggled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "Mm, you’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you? Saying sorry, saying please, so desperate- don't worry, baby-"

With one pull of her strong arms, she had Haider pinned down with his back on the bed. Portia shook her hair back as she straddled him, fiddling with the ties to his palazzos, her own slick staining the fabric.Grinding ever-so-slightly back down on his cock, she grinned as he whimpered and gasped, his fingers braced on to her plush thighs, his nails digging lightly into the pale, freckled skin.

"See?" She breathed, stripping off his palazzos and slowly, carefully easing him into her, her lips parting, her fingers finding purchase in her own hair. Haider threw his head back and moaned, struggling to keep his eyes open, drinking her in, his toes curling in an effort to not thrust up into her.

Portia bit her lip, drawing herself up with a sweet smile. "See what you get when you're good for me?"

[lovediva013]

I know everything happens for a reason but what the fuck shirt

If you’ve been keeping up I know everything happens for a reason but what the fuck shirt . with Lil Uzi Vert’s endless ’fit pics. then you know by now that the young rapper is a big fan of a statement bag. In the past week, Uzi has stepped out with a chic accessory to finish off each of his outfits. There’s the pillowy Margiela bag he showed off with a Vetements jean jacket a few days ago on Instagram, there’s the colorful tote bag that he stored his plush octopus stuffed animal in when he went to the dentist, and then there’s the LED-lit Chanel purse that he apparently loved so much that he couldn’t part with it when it was time to take the stage at the Rolling Loud music festival in Miami this past weekend. I know everything happens for a reason but what the fuck shirt, hoodie, sweater, longsleeve and ladies t-shirt

Classic Ladies

Hoodie

LongSleeve

Sweatshirt

Unisex Yes, he performed with the bag hanging down at his side I know everything happens for a reason but what the fuck shirt .Now, though, Uzi’s taking his bag game into uncharted territory. In his usual brand-conscious way of dressing, Uzi set his sights on Prada with his latest outfit, combining a black jacket, sneakers, and even socks from the Italian house. Over his jacket, though, he layered what at first seems to be a Prada vest, but upon further inspection looks more like a cross between a backpack and the ever-trendy male harness. Maybe it’s just the way that Uzi’s strapped it to sit low on his chest that makes its true function so hard to decipher, or maybe it really is the ultimate, shapeshifting accessory. Either way, it’s clear that Uzi has enough self-styling skills to turn what’s essentially a glorified fanny pack into something that’s utterly mystifying.Nothing compares to the glamour of Cannes. Once a year, the stars of world cinema descend on the South of France to toast artistic achievement and party into the wee hours. Even if your film isn’t competing for the Palme d’Or, the festival offers countless opportunities to shine, thanks to 11 days worth of screenings, premieres, and photo calls where fashion takes center stage. Don’t expect flower crowns or hippie gear, as this is a different kind of festival style: one where the drama onscreen can’t compare with what’s happening on the red carpet.As stars climb the steps of the Palais des Festivals, they do so knowing the world is watching, pulling out all the stops to deliver style moments unlike anything you’ll see elsewhere. Bigger is always better at Cannes, and this year has yielded couture splendor (juror Elle Fanning resplendent in floral Valentino), custom wardrobes (Tilda Swinton’s never-ending supply of made-to-measure Haider Ackermann), and a series of gowns—or in Chris Lee’s case, feathered pantsuits—best described as “wearable art.”Here, see the best of the festival’s fashion as it happens. You Can See More Product: https://hottrendtees.com/product-category/trending/ Read the full article

[lovediva0303]

I know everything happens for a reason but what the fuck shirt

If you’ve been keeping up I know everything happens for a reason but what the fuck shirt . with Lil Uzi Vert’s endless ’fit pics. then you know by now that the young rapper is a big fan of a statement bag. In the past week, Uzi has stepped out with a chic accessory to finish off each of his outfits. There’s the pillowy Margiela bag he showed off with a Vetements jean jacket a few days ago on Instagram, there’s the colorful tote bag that he stored his plush octopus stuffed animal in when he went to the dentist, and then there’s the LED-lit Chanel purse that he apparently loved so much that he couldn’t part with it when it was time to take the stage at the Rolling Loud music festival in Miami this past weekend. I know everything happens for a reason but what the fuck shirt, hoodie, sweater, longsleeve and ladies t-shirt

Classic Ladies

Hoodie

LongSleeve

Sweatshirt

Unisex Yes, he performed with the bag hanging down at his side I know everything happens for a reason but what the fuck shirt .Now, though, Uzi’s taking his bag game into uncharted territory. In his usual brand-conscious way of dressing, Uzi set his sights on Prada with his latest outfit, combining a black jacket, sneakers, and even socks from the Italian house. Over his jacket, though, he layered what at first seems to be a Prada vest, but upon further inspection looks more like a cross between a backpack and the ever-trendy male harness. Maybe it’s just the way that Uzi’s strapped it to sit low on his chest that makes its true function so hard to decipher, or maybe it really is the ultimate, shapeshifting accessory. Either way, it’s clear that Uzi has enough self-styling skills to turn what’s essentially a glorified fanny pack into something that’s utterly mystifying.Nothing compares to the glamour of Cannes. Once a year, the stars of world cinema descend on the South of France to toast artistic achievement and party into the wee hours. Even if your film isn’t competing for the Palme d’Or, the festival offers countless opportunities to shine, thanks to 11 days worth of screenings, premieres, and photo calls where fashion takes center stage. Don’t expect flower crowns or hippie gear, as this is a different kind of festival style: one where the drama onscreen can’t compare with what’s happening on the red carpet.As stars climb the steps of the Palais des Festivals, they do so knowing the world is watching, pulling out all the stops to deliver style moments unlike anything you’ll see elsewhere. Bigger is always better at Cannes, and this year has yielded couture splendor (juror Elle Fanning resplendent in floral Valentino), custom wardrobes (Tilda Swinton’s never-ending supply of made-to-measure Haider Ackermann), and a series of gowns—or in Chris Lee’s case, feathered pantsuits—best described as “wearable art.”Here, see the best of the festival’s fashion as it happens. You Can See More Product: https://hottrendtees.com/product-category/trending/ Read the full article