#hey Tamma!

[cow-stealin-gal]

cross-hatching with pen

I will DELIVER A PROPER EXPLANATION ON CROSS-HATCHING WITH PEN!!

I did this in a library which is supposed to be a quiet place, hence my lack of a voice.

side note: to make darker gradients, clump the lines together to cover the white spaces.

I learned this from Design 1.

Usually looks like that…

@applegameisprollytaken

Does this work?

[shamachan]

woahh.. can u make step 2 tamaren (tamarack/ren) headcannons :]

Tamarack Baumann × Renee Murray headcanonsꔛ

step 2.

amount of symbols: 4280± symbols.

i hope you don't mind that i did it like a little story. if you do mind, please tell! then i will write another one.

enjoy!

— It all was so strange.

— Literally, "Hey, I'm that kid from the boys' club who treated you badly but i want to be friends with you now!", but Renee really felt sorry that she behaved like that. Especially for Tamarack, for some reason.

— Renee initially became interested in Tamarack because of her behavior change as she grew older. Of course, Ren herself had changed a lot too, but... Something was bothering her about Tamma. It seemed to her like Tamarack was like a dying star. She scolded herself a little for being so curious.

— In the first months, Ren’s attitude towards Tamarack was only friendly-neutral. She just wanted to know the reason for her being so closed to herself. But over time spent with Tamarack, she began to be sincerely interested in her.

— She herself didn’t notice how her gaze lingered on Tamma longer than it should, and how she came to Qiu’s class even when they were not there just to see her. She tried not to attach much importance to it at the time.

— At the same time, Tamarack slightly did not understand why Renee began to show interest in her doing and well-being. Aren't they were just acquaintances?

— She still accepted Renee's company with a slight smile and after some time began to consider her a new potential friend. But she didn't trust her.

— She especially didn’t trust what was going on in her head. She was friends and fully trusted only MC nowadays, apart from her occasional run-ins with Qiu, but they were not her friend at all. So why was she pleased with such interest from Renee? Why did she wait for Renee to come to her and, looking away, ask how her day was?

— They sometimes walked together, but not often. Mainly in the MC company, but... It was already progress, wasn't it?

— Ren hoped to get to know Tammy better, but Tamma was a little... Not sure what to think about her.

— They both needed time to figure everything out - about themselves and each other.

— Over time, they began to spend more time together, at first at Ren's initiative, because Tamarack didn't want to do it first. Just... Didn't want to. It was still her trait.

— Renee felt how she felt more nervous when she was around Tamarack than before. Is this was some kind of spell of hers? She didn't even know that herself. But, strangely, she liked it, even if sometimes this feeling in the chest was so annoying!

— Speaking of Tamma, she was kind of slowburn with Ren. Of course she started to trust and consider her a true friend with a passing time, but she was... Too insecure to think of this girl as something more? Even though she liked her back but surely just a little, you know!

— It all became a little easier, when Ren decided to invite her to her house. Her parents were so surprised, but didn't show it straight away. Ren was again as nervous as hell.

— First fifteen minutes they were just sitting there in silence, looking everywhere but not at each other. The only sound was a clock ticking. They couldn't take it long, they were certain about this, so they wanted to interrupt this silence...

— "Um...", "Hey...", they said at the same time, now staring at each other and getting that it was even more nerve-wracking.

— "So, ah.. What did you want to say, Renee?" Tamarack asked, smiling with corner of her lips bashfully. A slight blush can be seen on her cheeks and nose, and her hands were fidgeting with her sweater. Renee just looked at her with slightly opened mouth.

— "I wanted to say..." She closed her mouth, averting her gaze and blushing. Tammy looked so wonderful right now. "You look... You're pretty!"

— Oh uh. Now it felt like that scene with Baxter behind her back, making a compliment to Tamma. It was twice as awkward for Ren.

— Tamarack was stunned for a few seconds, her eyes went so wide. She blushed even more, not knowing what to say. "Well, I think you look pretty too... Even prettier than me, to be honest", she chuckled slightly, feeling like her cheeks were on fire. Now they were simply blushing messes, sitting next to each other. But it was... Nice.

— As it was time to leave for Tamarack, they just waved a goodbye to each other with smiles on their lips and slightly reddish cheeks. Even apart, they continue to think about their today.

— it was a strange, but no less important day for both of them.

A/N: HONESTLY THEY'RE MY NEW RIM EMPIRE

THEY'RE JUST SOSOSOSO CUTE I CAN'T AHHH!! MY NEW FAVOURITE SHIP SPOTTED

sorry if there are some grammar(??) mistakes!

[sinningtamer]

TAG DIRECTORY

Links to my tags for characters, AUs, and fandoms I draw on this blog. This usually only includes artwork, not text posts about them. Note that these range from extremely full to almost empty, and also only go back to around November 2019. Usually the tag is the word without vowels, but there's a few exceptions for readability.

If don't follow me because of my fandoms, and see one of these, and go, "hey, that sounds like a youtuber I've heard of," it probably is. It's probably their minecraft character or an AU of them. Sorry if this is how you found out but it's in my pinned post LOL.

I don’t differentiate between C! and CC! in my tags, and don’t change format for various series they’re in.

Anyways...

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: Thaum [She/Her || 40s || Cis female || Modded Minecraft setting] -> oc thaum Magis [He/Him || 40s || Cis male || D&D setting] -> oc magi Astriferous [He/Him || 50s in elf years || Transmasc genderfluid || D&D setting] -> astwiferous Caspian [He/Him || 60s || Cis male || D&D setting] -> oc caspian

Tamma [She/They || 20s || non-binary || Stardew Valley setting] -> oc tamma Gelato [He/Him || 30s || Cis male || Modern fantasy setting] -> oc gelato Night Lock [They/Them || 30s || non-binary || Modern Fantasy setting] -> oc night lock Nether [He/Him || Cis male || Minecraft/Modern fantasy setting] -> oc nether

those last three are extremely outdated and haven't been drawn in years, but i didn't want to not include them lmao FANDOMS: Yᴏgscᴀst: ygscst Hᴇrmitcrᴀft (all seasons): hrmtcrft Empirᴇs (all seasons): emprs Trᴀffic Life Sᴇries (all seasons): lfsrs The Iriꜱh Lᴀds: irshlds Bᴀnᴀnᴀ Bus Squᴀd: bnnbssqd Ovᴇrwatch: ovrwtch Stᴀrdew Vᴀlley: strdw

CHARACTERS: Strifᴇ: strf Pᴀrvis: prvs Lyiɴg: lyng Kiriɴ: krndv Ridgᴇ: rdgdg Spiꜰꜰ: spff Nilᴇsy: nlsy Lᴏmᴀdiᴀ: lmd Hᴀtfilᴍs: htflms - Rᴛ: rtgm Kᴇvin: cllmkvn Sᴇᴀn: jcksptcy Briᴀɴ: trrrsr Nᴏglᴀ: dthdngl - Vᴀɴᴏss: vnss Wildcᴀt: wldct ᴍᴏᴏ: msnckl - Griᴀn: grn Pᴇarl: prlscntmn Muᴍbᴏ: mmbjmb Iᴍpulse: mplssv Scᴀr: gdtmswthscr Gᴇᴍ: gmnty Tᴀngᴏ: tngtk Zᴇdᴀph: zdph Clᴇo: zmbcl ᴇᴛhᴏ: ethlb Rᴇndᴏg: rndg - Mᴀrtyɴ: mrtyn Scᴏᴛᴛ: smjr Joᴇl: smllshbns Liᴢᴢie: ldshdwldy Jiᴍᴍy: jmmy - Wilbᴜr: wlbr

*Not comfortable drawing him anymore, but keeping for archive purposes Schlᴀtt: schltt - Mᴏirᴀ: mr Mᴇrcy: mrcy Brigittᴇ: brgtt -

Harvey: hrvy

ALTERNATE UNIVERSES: - Naga AU

A universe where usually Pᴀrvis, sometimes Strifᴇ, is a Naga - Demon AU - Secretary AU - Twilight Vorest

The above three are various settings for me and a friend’s Pᴀrvis and Strifᴇ muses. - Digital Assistant AU

AU where Rᴛ’s vtuber design is a little desktop avatar - FRSC

Horny content of five rounds, six cylinders - Roleswap AU

CEO!Pᴀrvis and Blood Mage!Strifᴇ - Modern Creatures AU

Stuff that takes place in the universe of it only takes a taste and the wolf - Puppies AU

Trᴇᴇbark scenarios where either Rᴇn or Mᴀrtyɴ is pregnant. - Teacher Student AU

College Professor Rᴛ and Student Wilbᴜr. This AU is also dead, but I’m keeping it around for the archive.

- Sculk AU

Rᴛ's minecr4ft play through, but he gets corrupted by sculk

[okaima]

Karelian words - Horses

Hebo, heboińe - horse

Abuhebo - borrowed or rented horse

Aizahebo - in pair of horses pulling cart, the horse that's between the poles, the horse nearer the cart

Ajohebo - at least four years old horse suitable for pulling cart

Astučču - horse with quick phased, ground-eating steps

Belkko, belkkä, beĺoi - white horse

Buuroi - dark brown horse

Čega, čäkki - foal

Harda - horses mane

Harmi, harmiško - grey horse

Hebokulu - bad quality horse

Heinähebo - poorly fed horse that's fed with nothing but hey

Hiirakko - brownish grey horse

Hnieta - brown horse with black tail and mane

Igähebo - older horse

Kaksisuonińe - horse with thick neck. Traditionally this kind of horse is not good, it shouldn't be bought

Kaŕkko - small black horse

Karvajalga - horse with thick legs

Keldakarva - horse with yellow-y fur

Koaŕa - chestnut horse

Laukki - horse with blaze on its head

Mera - pregnant horse

Orih - gelding

Pedrakko - light horse with dark patches

Piirine - three years old mare

Riiža, rouke - reddish brown horse

Šorajouhi - horse with long mane

Sukkajalga - sockfoot; horse with one or more white fetlock

Sälgy - under three year old horse, foal

Tamma - mare

Tazaharja - horse with mane cut short and even

Valkko - white horse

Voigoi - palomino horse

Vorončča - raven black horse

Uveh - stallion

[lyricsssdotin]

Taali Taali Lyrics

Singer:Sohail Sen, Silambarasan TR, Rukhsar BandhukiaAlbum:Double XL Cool macha hot babyNight very tipsyI’m ready come to daddyAtmosphere sexy Are jumma chummaTamma tamma lyricsI don’t knowJo dil gaye woh tum gaoMat roko daaru ka flow Hey mama give me that beatWhere I do thisTaali taali taali taaliTaali taali taali taali One two three and repeatCome let’s doTaali taali taali taaliTaali taali…

[mcshep-mcship]

Rodney's Prize Drabble

270-ish words + pic

The delight was sharp in Rodney's eyes, "Colonel!"

[[MORE]]

John closed the distance between them. "Hey Rodney."

The scientist's wave was a partial hello and a gesture back towards the direction he came from. "Follow me back to my lab. I have a surprise for you." 

They fell into step, shoulder to shoulder. Rodney always had the best surprises, especially the ones in his lab. 

The door opened with a swoosh and sitting on the polished table was Rodney's prize. Immediately, John felt his cheeks burn. He was startled by a clap of the hands, "What do you think? I had Tamma… Tarma.. someone frame it on the mainland!"

"I think Rodney," he gritted his teeth, "That you should have left that painting in storage."

Rodney's mouth was open, his finger pointing to the sky, "Ah, buts it's mine."

"They only gave it to you because they thought that I was… I was…" He shut his mouth.

"My consort?" Rodney gleamed, "Well your militarized masculinity has been scandalized, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

Realizing that his insult was actually a compliment, Rodney now shut his mouth. A heavy silence filled the room. John stared Rodney down, waiting for his gob to get the better of him again but there was more silence. 

John broke. Within a blink of an eye he had Rodney pressed against him, lips a hair's breadth away from a new kind of tongue lashing. 

Rodney surged forward, clashing his mouth and teeth against John's face. Large hands gripped his hips hard and he winced, the onslaught of Rodney Mckay had ever felt so right.

[betweensceneswriter]

Second Wife-Chapter 21 : The White Lady

Second Wife Table of Contents

Second Wife on AO3

Previously -  Chapter 20 : The Waning O’ The Moon Desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Some o’ the auld women at Lallybroch say ye were a wisewoman—a white lady, or maybe even a fairy. When Uncle Jamie came home from Culloden without ye, they said as how ye’d maybe gone back to the fairies, where ye maybe came from. Is that true? D’ye live in a dun?” (Voyager 346).

   Their bellies full with roasted guinea fowl and scones, Jamie, Laoghaire, and the girls lounged on the blanket in the meadow; loathe to climb back onto their horses. Joanie and Marsali had collected some of the early summer blooms from the meadow, and were weaving crowns for each other, though the fragile flowers easily bruised and were already looking slightly wilted.

    “Da,” said Marsali, fingering the thick wool of the green cloak she currently had folded on her lap. “When I brought the cloak downstairs last night, Wee Ian was saying that people said yer first wife was a wisewoman.” She grinned, remembering the conversation. “He said that when she didn’t come back from Culloden, the old women said she was a fairy, and that maybe she’d gone back to live in a dun. Why d’they say that?”

    Jamie met Laoghaire’s eyes, asking an unspoken question, and she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head in response.

    “She was a healer,” Jamie answered, lying down on his back, his fingers linked behind his head. Joanie cuddled up against him at an angle, her head on his belly. “And several times she healed people in a way that seemed miraculous. Yer ma’s cousin Tammas, for example, had eaten the leaf of a flower, called Lily of the Valley, up at the Black Kirk. It was poison, but the lads didna ken. One of the lads died, but before Tammas succumbed, she gave him some belladonna, and he woke up. Father Bain didna like that at all. It put him to shame when he said it was an evil spirit, and the Sassenach was able to heal Tammas when Father Bain couldn’t cast out the demon.”

    “A Sassenach?” Joanie rotated her head sideways on his stomach, as if to make eye contact with Jamie. “Yer first wife was an English woman?”

    “Hey, lass, yer heid is like a large rock,” Jamie laughed, his abdomen jiggling Joanie’s head. “Be careful of my tender belly. I just ate!”

    “Sorry, da,” said Joanie, gently resting again on Jamie’s belly as she looked up at the wisping white clouds overhead. “But Marsali,” Joanie mused, “Cousin Michael said that old Alec, he who used to work in the stable at Lallybroch ‘til he died a few years back, he had lived at Leoch. And he said that Daddy’s first wife had been accused of witchcraft, and was set to be burned at the stake. But that you saved her, Da!”

      Marsali was sitting upright, so she saw both Jamie and Laoghaire’s faces whiten in response to Joanie’s words. “Go on, Joanie, ye shouldna be spreading gossip, now,” she said quickly. “You know quite well that while Da’s strong enough to rescue someone, he’s smart enough not to marry a witch. And would a witch wear such a fine cloak as this one?” She swung the cloak out and buried Joanie in it, and Jamie, grateful for the distraction, proceeded to reach under the heavy fabric and tickle the little girl ‘til she squealed.

    “Ma,” said Joanie, once she had come out from under the cloak and was again settled on Jamie’s belly, “ye dinna talk about our da, Simon, much. What was he like?”

    “Kind,” said Laoghaire quietly. “He had red hair, like ye, Joanie. And he worked hard. And he loved ye lasses. He was a bit older than me, older than Jamie. But he ken I was a widow, and that I had no one, and so we married.”

    “Do ye remember our da, Marsali?” Joanie asked.

    “Only a little,” she said. “I was a wee lass when the Redcoats came and took him. But I remember walking wi’ him and ma, with them each holding my hand, and swingin’ me between ‘em.

    “Well, lasses,” Jamie said finally. “I believe we must be on our way, or the darkness will come before we get home.”

    Home, Laoghaire thought. Jamie said home.

☆☆☆☆☆

    Laoghaire didn’t care to remember the next few days. First, she was deathly sick that night, curling up on her bed and crying out in agony. Mrs. Fitz was beside herself with worry, sponging her forehead with a cool cloth and bringing her different stomach-settling brews, but Laoghaire couldn’t tell her the real reason she was so uncomfortable.

    She was up and walking by the time the trial started the next afternoon. Her courses had not started, but she wasn’t dead. Laoghaire had made the excuse of going home to recover and help her da.

    She really hadn’t known what would happen at trial. She didn’t necessarily want the Sassenach to be killed, but she wanted her gone. But she watched as villager after villager testified, telling of the strange potions Geillis Duncan would make, and testifying that they had seen Mistress Fraser mixing up potions in Geillis’s shop.

    When the first day of the trial ended, Laoghaire could see that the jury weren’t likely to condemn Claire. There was too little evidence that she was actually creating or selling potions. She decided then that she needed to make a statement. Only if she shared her story would they see the Sassenach's contempt and cruelty.

    In her memory, Laoghaire's testimony was a blur. She knew she had cried, whether from anger or hatred or confusion. She knew she had told them about the love potion that Claire created—that was the important thing. Other than that instance, all of Mistress Beauchamp’s actions had been those of a healer, only to help people, not to make potions or charms. She did remember the response of the crowd—the way they groaned and gasped at her story. And the angry look on the Sassenach’s face, her hateful face.

    Just before they stripped and skelped the Sassenach, Laoghaire had made her way to stand defiantly in front of her. She hadn’t planned what she was going to say, but then, over Claire’s shoulder, she saw the handsome, lean visage of John Robert MacLeod. Her heart was filled with hatred. If Jamie had only been hers. She would never have been tempted by John Robert if it were not for the Sassenach. She could hear her own voice, feel the fury in her body, see the look in Claire’s eyes as she spit the venomous words out.

    “I shall dance on yer ashes.”

    The next moments were a jumble of noise and chaos—the whistle of the whip, and Claire’s guttural screams; the cheers of the crowd in time with the whip strokes, and then a voice breaking through all else.

    “Claire! Let her go!”

    Jamie barreled down the aisle, pushing and punching anyone unlucky enough to be in his way, including the two men holding Claire’s arms.

    Laoghaire saw his face as he crouched down over Claire, like a man possessed, eyes wild as his fiery hair, mouth in a grimace, teeth clenched.

    “Ye have no right in this court,” the examiner had shouted, and Jamie had stood and turned defiantly toward the balcony.

    “I swore an oath before the altar of God to protect this woman!” Jamie shouted furiously, unsheathing his sword and then his dirk, stretching out his arms toward any who would dare to approach him. “And if you’re tellin’ me that ye consider your own authority to be greater than that of the Almighty, then I must inform ye that I am not of that opinion, myself.”

    The hall had fallen silent, but many men had also drawn sword or dirk.

    Jamie challenged the crowd with his eyes. “The first man forward,” he seethed, “Will be the first man down.”

    He was so strong, so big. Laoghaire had thought him large before, but his anger transformed him into a monster of a man.

    The court descended into disorder again, as Geillis Duncan shouted out. “This woman is no witch. But I am!”

    She didn’t see them slip away; Laoghaire remembered nothing after Geillis Duncan split the front of her dress, revealing the swell of her pregnant body.

    After Geillis exposed herself, Laoghaire had looked down at her own abdomen, covered by corset and thick skirt. Geillis had made a fool of her one last time; the medicine had made her as sick as promised, but her courses had not begun. She felt as if she might faint. She was pregnant, John Robert was married, and Jamie was gone, lost to her forever.

    “Are ye well, lass?” the kind voice at her shoulder asked.

    “Hugh!” Laoghaire turned, threw herself into his solid, comforting arms, and burst into tears.

☆☆☆☆☆

    As they neared the last mile marker, Gaoth’s ears perked up. He could tell they were nearing home, here at the outskirts of the Balriggan property. Jamie released his reins, and suddenly the big beast acted like he hadn’t just trotted 9 miles. He was off like a shot, galloping at his full pace, all four feet off the ground at once, seeming barely to touch the ground, flying through trees and bushes, over rocks and small burns. Jamie was comfortable with a galloping horse, but Joanie was still a little nervous.

    “Just squeeze wi’ ye legs, wee one,” he called into her ear, making sure his arms held the reins close to her, helping her feel secure.

☆☆☆☆☆

    Donas, that devil horse—Jamie had never been so grateful for that fiery, fierce beast in his whole time of owning him. When the word came from Leoch that Geillis and Claire had been arrested and were on trial for witchcraft, Donas was the only thing keeping Jamie from descending into madness and despair. That horse could fly, and as he galloped, Jamie held out hope that he would make it in time.

    He hadn’t told her yet, he thought, desperately. He hadn’t told her that the reason he’d married her was that he’d never wanted anything more in his entire life. He loved her more than life itself. He would descend into hell for her. But they hadn’t had enough time together.

    She hadn’t seen Lallybroch. She hadn’t met Jenny. He’d not taken her to his parent’s graves, to introduce Claire to Brian and Ellen. She hadn’t seen the house where he had grown up, the trees he climbed as a lad, the fields he had worked.

    They hadn’t had a bairn. He hadn’t caressed Claire’s stomach, feeling his child growing inside. He hadn’t watched her swell like a ripe fruit, and then when the child came, watched her feed his baby at her breast. They hadn’t been together long enough. He could not lose her.

    It was Donas, too, that had carried them away from the village below Leoch. Claire, her clothes in tatters, her back marked by the whip, her hair wild, eyes teary, and chin trembling.

    And it was Donas who calmly grazed nearby as Claire bared her soul to him, just like her back had been bared. But baring her soul to him healed her, despite the many tears she shed as she spoke. She had longed to tell someone, anyone, and finally, she trusted Jamie enough. Claire told him the truth, and he had believed her, ridiculous as the story sounded.

    It was Donas that had carried them for days, until they were camped within walking distance of Craigh na Dun. The auld women of Lallybroch didn’t realize how close to the truth they had it when they said Claire lived in one. On that day, she had come back to him. But two years later, that’s where she’d disappeared, slipping from his hands as he sent her back to safety.

    As the roofs of Balriggan came into view, Jamie had one clear thought: he wished that he could travel through time. Whether he could travel to where Claire was now, or just travel back to when he was two and twenty, when he met her. How he would treasure each moment he had with her. What he would give for one day, just one to spend with Claire again.

    Gaoth had slowed again as they neared the house. Joanie turned slightly in front of him.

    “Are ye well, da?” she asked in a small voice.

    “Wee one, how d’ye know my heart?” Jamie asked, blinking his eyes rapidly.

    “I can feel ye,” she said. “And right now, ye feel sad.”

    Jamie put his arm around her, and held his daughter close as he rode the last of the way home.

On to Chapter 22 : Unbearable Everything falls apart.

[thebiasedlens]

My Review - Badrinath Ki Dulhania

Badrinath Ki Dulhania is a confused movie to say the least. Every time director Shashank Khaitan showed something positive, he also showed something negative, hence negating the positive. In the movie there is a lot of talk about of how a "modern guy" should treat women, and let her have a career, etc, but at the same time it also tells the Indian men- Hey forget what Mr. Amithabh said in Pink, if she says no keep trying and eventually she will say yes. The movie keeps talking about how it's wrong to ask for dowry, but doesn't talk about the fact that it is equally wrong to give dowry. Unlike in Sultaan, here the heroine doesn't give up on her dream to have a career - positive. But she runs away to purse her career in such an unnecessary and bizarre manner, that it makes little sense. Okay fine, she didn't care about the hero, or his family, or her family who has not been supporting her, and giving her ‘tanas’, but what wrong had her sister done to deserve this on her wedding day? 

The movie is too long with too many unnecessary songs. Especially in the second half. So Vaidehi has run away to Singapore for her training to become an air hostess, and Badri has followed her there. And while trying to kidnap her, threaten her, getting arrested, creating a scene outside her work and house, the director decides to take a break from the storyline and take us for sightseeing, and for no good reason break into the Tamma Tamma song. Why? 

Also there is this bizarre scene in the second half where Varun and Alia are in an alley and find themselves surrounded by masked men. It looks like they are either gonna get mugged or something. So our hero tries to protect the heroin. But it turns out that the masked men are actually interested in Badri. So suddenly the tone of the scene turns from serious to comedy. And I'm like excuse me? It's still a molestation/ rape scene. How has this suddenly become funny? And what was that scene where after everything Alia has done to get where she is, she starts giving Varun all the credit for it? 

Acting wise both Alia and Varun have done a decent job. Apart from them, Sahil Vaid who plays Varun's friend is the only one trying to put in an effort, but the rest of the cast seems to sleepwalk through the movie. The music is good, but most of the times unnecessary. The cinematography captures both, the essence of small towns in the first half, and beauty of Singapore in the second half quit well. The editing however is very patchy, and the screenplay overindulgent. Also there has been zero eff’s given to maintain any kind of continuity, especially when it comes to their accents. 

But in the end our hero Badri FINALLY grows up and grows some balls to stand up to his misogynistic father, and calls out on everything that's wrong in the movie. And for that I guess the movie earns some redeeming points. On paper BKD must have sounded like a good movie, but in the process of trying to also make it commercial, the execution has resulted in a half baked product. It is, if you must, Feminist Lite. 

 2.5/5