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stray-kaz · 1 year

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Little Lantsov : a Jesper Fahey x Lantsov!reader oneshot

Summary: Nikolai’s little sister trips headfirst for a rogue.

Index: Zaya is Russian for “female rabbit”. Nikolai essentially calls his little sister “bunny”.

You watched the two bound and seated criminals from the shadows, hidden from view by your brother’s broad shoulders and big boots. At least, you were hidden until Dreesen and the rest of his men exited the room and Nikolai stepped forward into the light, always at ease no matter where he found himself. You envied him that.

Two pairs of eyes raked over you, the warmer brown ones lingering on your face. He shifted on his seat, mouth twisting in frustration when he found he couldn’t actually move. He jerked his head towards you instead, mostly tuning out your brother’s prattle.

“Who’s the girl?” he asked. “Too pretty to be a pirate, isn’t she?”

You blushed and grinned at him in spite of the situation. Nikolai glanced over his shoulder at you, saw your grin and rolled his eyes.

“She is my sister” he said. “And it’s privateer, not pirate, thief.”

Dark raised eyebrows and a flashy smile.

“You were paying?” he retorted.

You snorted and Nikolai turned back to glower at you.

“Sniggering like a schoolgirl is no way to behave at a business meeting, zaya.”

You blinked at him, pushed away from the wall and gestured between him and the other two men.

“Is that what this is?” you asked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise this is what a business meeting looked like, brother.”

The Zemeni man, your brother had told you his name was Jesper, swallowed another smile, while the fair skinned man, Kaz, watched you with the unmoving eyes of a snake about to strike.

“My baby sister needs some real life experience” Nikolai said heavily. “So here she is. Getting in the way, as usual.”

You fought the urge to poke out your tongue and, eyes on your brother, walked around behind Jesper’s chair. He craned his neck around to see you, tensing slightly when he felt your fingers brush across the cuffs biting into his wrists.

Kaz was looking stonily up towards Nikolai, sharp gaze roving his face. He indicated you with a brief toss of his head.

“Your baby sister is Ravka’s little tsaritsa?” he asked pointedly.

Nikolai froze where he stood, his eyes the only things moving as they roamed to find you bent behind Jesper. You were still as a statue there, and he was wincing as your fingertips pressed harder and harder into his wrists, threatening to dig through to his pulses. Kaz sighed.

“You people always underestimate me” he said, shaking his cuffs off and standing up. “Her face is everywhere in Ketterdam. The queen’s favoured only daughter. Jesper, you should really open your eyes more.”

Jesper frowned and shook his wrists a little. The movement brought you out of your stillness and you made quick work of the cuffs, inserting and twisting the tiny key Nikolai had given you as an extra precaution. You tossed it onto the floor and Jesper rose to his full height, turning to look down at you with a half smile.

“Thanks, little Lantsov” he said, tipping his hat to you with a wink.

You rolled your eyes and folded your arms. He looked you up and down, slow, and you felt the blush creep back into your cheeks.

“I’ve seen the posters, Kaz” he said, still looking at you. “But she’s much prettier in person.”

Nikolai scowled and Kaz rolled his eyes. Jesper wasn’t done.

“The royal artist really doesn’t do her justice” he continued, grinning widely. “Heard enough, privateer?”

Nikolai snorted, sounding remarkably similar to you.

“You have no idea” he replied, but there was a tiny smile under it all. “What do you want in exchange for keeping her secret? Anything in my power I will give.”

You glanced at him, a little shocked. You were not so sure it was wise to enter an unknown wager with Kaz Brekker, bastard of the Barrel. But Kaz merely shrugged.

“I just want out of this room and to never see Dreesen again. Don’t hurt me, I won’t hurt you. And by the way, Alina and her tracker are en route to Novyi Zem” he said calmly.

He passed by Nikolai on his way to the door, the shouts of the Stadwatch echoing outside. The two men locked eyes and Kaz smiled slowly.

“You owe me a favour now, Sturmhond” he said.

Nikolai’s shoulders stiffened.

“What is it?” he demanded.

Kaz shrugged, his gaze flicking back to Jesper, who was enjoying himself making you blush again and again.

“I haven’t made up my mind on that yet” he murmured. “You’ll be the first to know when I do. Jesper! Stop flirting and come with me. We have names to clear.”

Jesper gently gripped your hand and raised it to his lips, brushing a soft kiss across the back of it. You met his gaze as he smiled at you.

“Lovely to make your acquaintance, little Lantsov” he said quietly. “May we meet again.”

You stared at his back as he loped after Kaz into the hallway, heat covering the back of your hand. You didn’t notice your brother had moved until he draped an arm over your shoulders.

“You’ve got a mind of your own, zaya, and well I know it. But that man will break your heart if you put it in his hands.”

You sighed and leaned your head against him, not saying a word.

Weeks later, you had just finished dressing for your brother’s Post War Ball, when there was a knock on your bedroom door. You crossed the room to unlock it, swinging it open to reveal Jesper Fahey on the other side. He was dressed in head to toe black and red tartan, other than the bright purple ribbon on his hat. He smiled as he appraised you, warm eyes running up and down your body.

“We match” he said, gesturing at your dress.

You looked down to notice your gown was the exact shade of purple as his hat ribbon. You glanced up at his face again to see him grinning.

“My brother told you what I was wearing, didn’t he?” you asked, unsuccessfully hiding your own smile.

Jesper nodded and stepped forward out of the doorway. You toyed with your hair and smoothed your palms down your stomach, chest hitching a little as he came closer.

“Nikolai told me you helped save his life” you said, slightly breathless and voice soft. “Thank you, Jes -”

You didn’t get all the words out before he was kissing you, warm and unexpected, heat rising in your cheeks. Jesper pulled away just a hair’s breadth.

“You’re welcome, little Lantsov” he breathed against your lips. “If you lose any more family members, you’ll be all alone on that throne.”

All you had to do was tilt your head the slightest and your mouth grazed his again, your noses bumping, chest rising and falling against his. He slid his hands down your back, searching for purchase on the slip of your gown. Your heart hammered; you were sure he could feel it.

“Did you want to dance?” Jesper asked suddenly, breaking away and staring down at you with wide eyes, his hat now askew.

You nodded, biting your bottom lip.

“Yes, why?”

He took your hand and pulled you to the still open door; you realised then that anyone could have walked past and seen you in a compromising position with a virtual stranger.

“Then we should go to the ball” he told you, glancing over his shoulder with a wink. “Or we’ll end up doing something else less upright and upstanding.”

He grinned as your face flooded with colour.

“You look a little flushed, love” he teased warmly. “Come on.”

You closed your eyes and followed him, your hand warm in his and somehow confident he would not lead you astray.

Nikolai watched you dance with Jesper from the royal dais at the top end of the ballroom, a faint smile ghosting his lips. Maybe he’d been wrong about the Crow, but whether or not he was, you had a mind of your own and would never be told. He watched Jesper spin you, the tips of your fingers touching his and then your chests colliding as he pulled you back in, the two of you making a striking pair in bold colours.

Tatiana pursed her lips in disdain as she, too, watched her only daughter, her youngest child, dancing with a thug. He was wearing guns at his hips, for goodness’ sake. He couldn’t even take them off for a ball? And that Zemeni’s hands were getting too close to private places on her daughter’s body.

Nikolai could feel his mother’s withering stare on the side of his face before she even started to speak. He sighed heavily, closing his eyes.

“Just say it, Mother” he said, repressing a groan. “I know you have been watching little zaya dance with Jesper.”

“Your sister should not be dancing with that man. He is a thief, a vagabond.”

Nikolai rolled his eyes.

“Mother, that vagabond helped win the battle. He helped save my life, he and the other Crows. He has earned a dance with your daughter.”

Tatiana pinned him with a shrewd look.

“Look at him, sobachka. He wants more than a dance with her. Go and warn him off.”

Nikolai stood with a quiet groan, his injuries still causing him pain whenever he moved. He stepped off the dais with the aid of a cane and made his way across the dance floor to reach his sister and her dance partner.

Jesper saw him coming first and spun you to face him, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and swaying you side to side.

“Am I in trouble?” he asked, gazing over your head to the queen perched on the dais.

Nikolai leaned on the cane and nodded, twisting his face purposefully into a rictus of fury. You watched with mild intrigue as he pretended to chastise you, pulling all the right faces while he asked entirely unrelated questions.

“Has there been any word from Inej?” he asked, glaring at Jesper.

Jesper struggled to keep a straight face as he answered.

“Not yet” he replied. “But she only recently left, so it’s not surprising, really.”

Nikolai nodded, flicking his glower to you and back again.

“And how is Kaz?” he asked. “Is he absolutely insufferable without her?”

Jesper shrugged, propping his chin down on your head.

“He’s less fun than usual, but that isn’t saying much. He’s not fun to begin with.”

Nikolai nodded slowly.

“What are your intentions with my sister?”

Jesper hid his grin in the side of your neck, pressing a kiss to your skin before he answered.

“Entirely dishonourable, your highness.”

Nikolai snorted and started to turn away.

“Just no illegitimate babies, you hear me?” he said firmly. “One’s enough, Fahey.”

You stared up at your older brother with widened eyes; had he really just released his biggest secret to a thief? But when you looked back up at Jesper, his expression was calm and he dropped you a wink.

“Don’t worry, little Lantsov” he murmured to you. “I won’t be responsible for you losing another one of your brothers. My condolences for Vasily, by the way. I’m sorry for your loss.”

You snorted.

“You can be sorry” you told him. “I’m not. He was a pig, that brother. Truly awful. Always beating on me and threatening to reveal Nikolai’s real parentage. We only ever had each other.”

Jesper spun you around to face him and gaped at you, shocked.

“Your brother beat you?” he demanded, brown eyes furious.

You waved it off.

“He’s dead now” you said carelessly. “I don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

Jesper cupped your face in his hands, leaned down and pressed his lips to yours gently, carefully. When he stopped and stood back, the breath was caught in your throat and your eyelashes were fluttering. He smiled at you, but the smile had a tinge of sadness to it.

“I’m sorry I won’t be sticking around” he said quietly. “I wish I was.”

You stood and gazed at one another in the middle of the dance floor, others moving and parting around you, staring, wondering.

At last, you shrugged, a tiny smile creeping onto your lips.

“Well, we still have tonight.”

Jesper’s smile now mirrored yours.

“You’re certain of that, little Lantsov?”

You smacked his chest and he clutched at his heart, feigning a mortal wound.

“Quit calling me that” you muttered, glowering slightly. “I am not a child.”

Jesper smiled slowly at you and a different sort of warmth bloomed in your chest, working its way down.

“No, you are not” he murmured.

You reached for his hands and tugged your fingers in between his. He watched your eyes with an intensity you had never known before. You inhaled and spoke.

“Shall we go and be a little less upright and upstanding?”

No pressure tag: @writingmysanity

#jesper fahey #jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey x female reader #liss writes #shadow and bone fic #soc fic #six of crows #lantsov!reader

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locitapurplepink · 10 months

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Taglist : @aintinacage , @trapezequeen , @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @girlzrok-99 , @fulltimecatwitch , @kanerallels , @commander-tech , and anyone else who wants to vote and reblog this post.

#star wars resistance #sw resistance #kel #eila #kel & eila #kids #star wars #star wars polls

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windupnamazu · 1 year

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i bet you play soccer 'cause you're a keeper!

ffxivwrite2023 #17: tease (free day) make fun of or attempt to provoke in a playful way.

Some pre-relationship Lunya/G'raha and @fistsoflightning's Zaya/Thancred. Random high school AU????????? Don't ask me. 782wc. ⮞ Two sets of teenagers, both alike in teenage cringefaility, On fair soccer field, where we lay our scene,

"Soooooo, Lu," Nyneve drawled, elbows on her knees and chin in her hands as she leaned forward to see Lunya past Majj's giant GO, GO, VARLIN-OH! poster. "Are you really just interested in Zaya's games or are you gonna admit you've been eyeing Raha like he's a prime cut of Hingan wagyu since he hit the field?"

"Hmph," Lunya sniffed with a haughty flip of her hair to hide the slightest flush of red to her cheeks. "I can do both. Multitasking is the key to success, Nyneve."

And boy, could Lunya multitask. Just because Zaya invited her out specifically to watch the coed soccer matches and relay race didn't mean Lunya couldn't enjoy everything else Sports Day had to offer. Especially not if 'everything else' included that cute Miqo'te boy from her history classes with Professor Rurusha. She overheard him infodumping to his friends about Allagan waterways at the beginning of the school year and she was doomed. Doomed.

"Y'know I could just introduce you, right? You don't have to wait for Rurusha to maybe assign you as project partners one day," Nyneve reminded her, only for Athanasia to sock her shoulder on her other side.

"Stop interfering in your friends' love lives," the other Midlander teen scolded. It might have been out of genuine concern or a desperate attempt to keep yet another man out of her best-friend-slash-crush's field of view. Nyneve turned around to whine and with a roll of her eyes, Lunya tuned them out to look for Zaya.

Their sibling was hard to miss even in the sea of blue jerseys scattered across the field; their azure face paint—(their "war paint", they eagerly signed to Lunya that morning on their way to school, which Lunya thought was ridiculous but adorable)—was stark against their skin and dark scales and they were talking to Thancred Waters, whose fanclub was hovering at the edge of the field as close as they could without Coach Hagane yelling at them to back off.

Thancred, who was leaning towards Zaya to—

Lunya reached over and gripped Majj's arm.

"Did he just—" Majj wolf whistled in confirmation, drawing every head on the field to their direction, and then Lunya was on her feet, shouting: "YEAAAAAAH, QESTIR!"

Zaya sprung back from Thancred, eyes wide like she had caught them swiping up the last khuushuur. Both of them had very distinct splotches of red on their faces despite his kiss on their forehead being rather innocent.

"TOUCH HIS BUTT," Zaya's horrible, terrible little sister hollered anyway, shaking the whole set of bleachers as she bounced up and down in some twisted imitation of a hyperactive circus monkey.

Mentally, Zaya debated if it would be faster to run up the bleachers to pick Lunya up and carry her to the river to drop her in it or to simply kill everyone staring at them.

As some of the teachers wandered over to figure out what in Thaliak's name the kids in the stands were yelling about, G'raha Tia came up from behind Zaya and Thancred with a nervous clearing of his throat.

"You guys know her?" the sophomore asked, tilting his head in the direction of Lunya and Majj doing an excited little dance. Lunya's dyed-white hair was practically glowing in the late-spring sun and Thancred decided to remind her later that she needed to touch up her roots.

"Lunya? Yeah," Thancred confirmed. "She's my neighbour; known her since she was, uh, smaller than she is now."

G'raha couldn't quite make eye contact with either of them. "We've never talked before but she's in some of my classes..." Oh, no. Thancred knew what that nervous, yearning edge to G'raha's voice meant. The boy was halfway in love with her already. Between them, Zaya was furiously gesturing. "Um. Sorry, Zaya, but I still don't know most of those signs."

"They more or less said that if you so much as look at their sister like you do your history books they'll turn you into shorlog," Thancred translated.

G'raha gulped but didn't deny any of the looking. "Got it."

It didn't stop him from casting another gaze of the longing kind back at the bleachers, which he only managed to get away with because Coach Hagane called everyone back over and Thancred drew Zaya under his arm before they could swing around and sock their goalie in the jaw, pulling them close and determinedly not looking back at the little party being thrown in the stands. That wasn't a real move anyway, so they were celebrating for nothing, but Thancred made a private note to rub Zaya's impulsiveness off him before something like this could happen again.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #oc: lunya #g'raha tia #thancred waters #zaya #tales from the warriors of light #does this belong in the luha tag. why not #s: let me find you #also zaya wunya sibbies tag #g: the line where the sky meets the sea #an excerpt of this was in my drafts for idk a few years. so heres. Something.

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maya-matlin · 7 months

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Happy 'perfect excuse to eat too much chocolate for those of us who are single' day! How do you see each of these Degrassi couples (some of whom are only endgame in our imagination, but whatever!) celebrating Valentine's Day:

Sellie (maybe a creepy horror movie marathon lol)

Zaya (something involving music?!)

Drianca

Jonnor (you know romantic, self-described "cheesy" Jenna would be TOTALLY into Valentine's Day, and Connor would try to make it rally special in his own endearingly awkward way!)

Paige and...whoever we're shipping her with these days. I just think Paige would be having a "fabulous" Valentine's Day :)

Right?? Sadly, I don't have any chocolate. Life is unfair. Hopefully I can get some tomorrow.

Fun, I'll do my best to answer.

1.) Sellie.. they don't strike me as particularly romantic people. Whatever they did would be very low key. Probably a romantic dinner at home followed by watching a movie both of them like. Nothing overly romantic, of course. Or, maybe a little bit of dancing if they're in that sort of mood? Sean definitely surprises Ellie with flowers or something she secretly likes, though. Also, in my mind, Sean and Ellie have at least one kid by now. So they probably arranged for Marco, Jay/Manny, or some other trustworthy person to babysit until the next morning.

2.) So first things first, this was Zaya's first Valentine's Day as an engaged couple. Don't ask me why I've decided that, but in my mind they got engaged on New Year's Day after coming home early from a party. They'd talked about marriage and both were on the same page regarding feeling ready to take the next step. Maya also made it clear she doesn't want a public proposal, so that means no ring hidden in champagne glasses or proposals in flashing lights. So Zig decided to surprise Maya with lit candles and flower petals (orchids - Maya's favorite) at their apartment. He 100% ripped these up personally because he didn't know you could buy fresh flower petals. For Valentine's Day, I definitely see them doing something music related. Both did their best to get the night off work so they could spend the holiday together. I imagine they listened to live music and possibly spent some time at the beach before heading home to finish the night together.

3.) Drew and Bianca are definitely the going out type. Bianca wants to dance and what Bianca wants, Bianca gets. Drew's just along for the ride, but he also enjoys partying on occasion. Of course, then they'd slip away and have a private, more intimate moment elsewhere. Maybe dessert at a café or something.

4.) You're absolutely right. Jenna would LOVE Valentine's Day, and Connor would do his best to go bigger and more romantic every year. I feel like they'd have Valentine's dates involving things like hot air balloon rides, stargazing, seeing Broadway shows, etc. It's never the same thing. Connor plans these things out at least a year in advance. For some reason, I feel like they went on a romantic getaway to someplace like Madrid this year.

5.) Paige is kind of difficult because she seems sort of generic. She wants the cliché things everyone wants. Treat her to a good meal, gift her nice jewelry and maybe bring some flowers, chocolates and possibly stuffed animals, and she's a happy woman. But at the same time, Paige can be romantic and would love to be completely swept off her feet in some way. If her partner, whether it be Spinner, Alex, or someone else (and I lean towards it being someone else) surprised her with something totally unique yet sweet, she'd be very happy.

#mayamatlinscello #Long post

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ozwriterchick · 2 years

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My life is a fanfic..

Characters: Sam Wilson (Falcon/Captain America); Safia Moss (OFC); Isaiah Bradley; Elijah Bradley

Content warning: Panic attacks; flashbacks; threatened violence

AN: An idea that came to me at 2am one night and I just had to write it. Not sure if there'll be more, let me know if you'd like to see more of this story.

WC: (approx) 811

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You sat at your kitchen table, staring at the blank screen, willing your fingers to start tapping the keyboard and the words to start flying across the screen.

It had been a while since you posted a new story and you knew your followers were patient but you hated keeping them waiting.

The last story you wrote had gone far longer than you expected it to and you were concerned that all the words in your brain had been used up.

Actually, that’s not quite true. You knew the words were in there because you’d often wake in the middle of the night with ideas flowing. You already suffered from broken sleep and bouts of insomnia from time to time so you really didn’t want to interrupt any sleep you got to get the idea down.

The problem was that if you didn’t write it down then and there, by morning it would have reduced itself to a few words and the basis of your idea was mostly gone.

So, you started writing anything that came into your brain. Random sentences about what you were thinking, hearing, seeing. It made absolutely no sense, but it felt good to at least be typing.

What seemed like hours later, but in reality was only probably about 15 minutes, you heard a knock at your door. You weren’t expecting anyone, you hadn’t made plans to have anyone over or go anywhere because you knew that your whole weekend needed to be spent writing and uploading a new story for your followers.

You headed towards the front door and saw your next door neighbour’s grandson. You opened the door, taking in his worried expression. “Eli, what’s up, is everything ok?”

“No it isn’t, Saf, he’s having a panic attack and you’re one of the only people who can calm him down besides me and I am not having any effect on him”

You grab your keys, lock the door and head next door with Eli. As soon as you walk in you see your neighbour Isaiah, throwing things and screaming at the top of his lungs.

You walk towards him slowly with your hands in front of you so he can see you’re not a threat “Isaiah, it's me Safi, your neighbour Safia.. Do you remember me?” You say in the calmest tone you can muster.

He has a large vase in his hands, raised to throw it but he hesitates when he hears your calm voice. He looks you in the eyes, breathing heavily. “Eli, go get a glass of water for your grandfather.” Eli took off, going as close to the perimeter of the room as possible, to stay as far away from Isaiah and I as possible.

I felt a change in Isaiah’s breathing and knew he was calming down so I just kept eye contact but trying to keep my gaze as soft as possible so Isaiah knew he was in a safe space. I inched closer to him and eventually was able to grab the vase out of his hand and put it on the hall bench.

I held my hand out to him and said “Isaiah, grab my hand. It’s ok, you’re safe, you’re here with me and Eli. We’ll keep you safe, can you sit down for me, love?”

Isaiah’s breathing was almost back to normal but his eyes were still wide and unfocused. He sat down and put his head in his hands. Eli brought the glass of water over to me and I held it in front of Isaiah.

“Zaya, here, please have a drink of water.” He looked up at me then at the glass and grabbed it, skulling the whole glass full in seconds.

“Do you want some more?” He nodded. I handed the glass to Eli to re-fill.

“Now, once you’re ok to talk, do you want to tell me what happened?”

He nodded again and took the glass refill. We sat silently for a few minutes and then I suggested to Eli to put on a record of his favourite music as that has always helped in the past.

He put on a best of 40’s Jazz music which had some Duke Ellington, Count Basie and Ella Fitzgerald on it. I could see Isaiah’s shoulders relax and he lifted his head and looked at me “Thank you Saf, I don’t know what Eli and I would do without you next door.”

“Well,I’m just glad I could help. Do you want to talk about what brought this on?”

“TV” was all he said.

“Pops turned the TV on and there was a show on about WW2 and he just froze, then after a few minutes, he spiralled down.” Elijah told me.

“Zaya, is there anyone else I can call for you?”

“Sam Wilson” he said, looking me straight in the eyes.

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Taglist:@cjand10@angstysebfan@psychictazzy76@lovely-geek@samanthaneedsanap@kentokaze@void-imaginations@iheartsebastianstanstuff@yourmumsluke

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#Sam Wilson #Isaiah Bradley #Elijah Bradley #OFC #Marvel #Avengers #FATWS #WW2 #Angst #Panic Attack #Jazz Music #40s

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fistsoflightning · 1 year

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don't let me go

ffxivwrite2023 13: CHECK to look at (something) to obtain information

anyone else here a fan of transistor? thancred & zaya. 2617 wc.

APARTMENT 14 > TENANT ALIAS: ZAYA > DOOR STATUS: LOCKED

They tried the doorknob anyways. No dice. The flickering aetherial text that only seemed to be visible to them disappeared in an array of sparks seconds after another condition—OBSERVED—appeared above the topmost one declaring them the apartment’s inhabitant.

At least they know now that the information given to them by that is true.

A laugh, soft and right against the curve of their horn. It felt like a caress, or a lover’s whisper, though Zaya didn’t know how they knew what either of those felt like. “Hope your key didn’t mysteriously fall into yet another drain; I recall Tataru getting tired of procuring you a replacement. Though we’ll still be able to get in either way, even without my lockpicking prowess. You can feel it, right? My spare? Seam to get it should be near your inner elbow, with how you’ve rolled up the damn sleeves. I always have to iron my coat twice after you wear it. Not that I’m complaining much. You look lovely in it.”

Zaya felt a faint prickle of heat come to life on their face as they pulled the small key out from the folds they’d made in the coat’s sleeve. It was a strangely shaped key, made not of metal but something golden regardless, with teal grooves that gave off a faint light, but it fit easily when they pressed it to the keyhole on the door handle.

Door unlocked, Zaya grabbed the greatsword from where they had leaned it up against the wall to consider the once-locked door and stepped inside.

“It’s strange, coming here with you, like this. Usually you’re already in bed by the time I get off work.”

The apartment looked like it had seen better days—not in the sense of monsters were here, like the city outside their doorstep, but in the sense of someone has not had the time to tidy up in a long while. There were empty mugs with coffee stains on the kitchen island with stacks of papers, and trinkets everywhere; on the counter, beneath the coffee table, stacked on top of books…

“Certainly looks as if a tornado blew through here. There, on the couch. That bag should fit most of anything you’d like to keep before we skip town.”

Zaya gingerly stepped around a few pairs of shoes, haphazardly taken off and not set aside in the entryway, and picked up the messenger bag from its place among the couch pillows. Nothing seemed to be in it, at the moment, but it did look like it would fit most anything so long as they didn’t want to take anything as large as the coffee table, with its resin fish in the clear tabletop. They slung the empty bag over their shoulder and looked at the table’s design for a few seconds before something on the coffee table caught their eye. Most of the decoration in the shadow-cast apartment was blue, which made what was on the table stand out even more.

Sword in one hand, Zaya leaned down to pick up the end of it not trapped beneath a heavy book. A purple flicker by the end crackled and expanded into letters.

HAIR RIBBON > LENGTH (ILMS): 20 > COLOR: CORAL PINK

“Ryne’s, unless that’s the one she gave to you. She’s been rather forgetful as of late; I keep telling her not to leave her belongings behind when we come here only for her to realize her gel pen or her nail polish is still here halfway across the district. I—she was at the Wandering Stairs. When they… well. She’s clever, and a deft hand with the daggers I gave her for her sixteenth nameday—mayhap she’ll find her way here on her own. Else we’ll need to take a trip to the Third District before leaving.”

Zaya tugged at the end of the ribbon, trying to slip it out from under the heavy book with a title they couldn’t read. Instead of the rest of the ribbon coming out on its own, it dragged along a small black-and-gold cylinder, wrapped in its embrace.

TUBE OF LIPSTICK > ORIGIN: DISTRICT OF THE TRANSCENDENT > SHADE: CHERRY WINE RED

“That would be Gaia’s. It explains why Ryne had makeup on before the party. I suspect that if Ryne manages to return, it will be with Gaia in tow, no matter that she would be safer back home than with us.”

They let the sword’s handle rest in the curve where their shoulder met their neck as they tied Ryne’s ribbon around the tube of lipstick and slipped them into a small pocket in their bag. The strange ridges on the handle felt the slightest hint warm against their scales; for a moment, Zaya imagined the touch of the handle to be a hand brushing away hair, before they remembered how silly that was.

There wasn’t much else of note on the table, so they looked up at the rest of the apartment. Nothing in the kitchen seemed of much worth, not enough to be carrying around assuming they would have to fight more of those things—Terminus, like that tall robed man had said before fleeing—so they turned and walked instead to the hall leading further into the dark. Their sword lit up the smallest area around them, just enough to not slam their knee into a shelf against the wall and to catch on the glass and metal that hung on the wall and decorated the top of the bookshelf.

FRAMED PICTURES > COLLECTION: 29 > FACES RECOGNIZED: 2

“Better we take those too. The less people the Convocation can tie to us, the better. I doubt any of your friends would fare any better against them than we did, much less your family. There’s a few thin scarves in one of the shelves to wrap them in, if you’re as worried as your furrowed brow makes you out to be.”

Sure enough, Zaya found the scarves—mostly blue ones, with a few teal and purple in between—and wrapped the pictures in them one by one. A woman with almost-glowing white hair that was as long as she was tall beamed up at a past version of them in one; in another, seven others in their colorful togetherness threw flower petals at them and a white-haired man with tattoos on his neck. A third had them standing alongside people with similar eyes, and the same colored scales, making food with flour puffed all over. That same woman from the first appeared again with a pink-haired woman as tall as them, distracting them as a lion-man even pinker behind them stood there with a cake and an elven person held a stack of cone-shaped hats in a fourth.

Zaya couldn’t recognize anyone in the pictures besides themselves and the man in the second, only getting the vague hint of warmth from what were clearly beloved memories. They were going to be terribly heavy to carry around if they grabbed every last one.

Wrapped in color, Zaya put all twenty-nine photographs in the messenger bag. Logically, they wouldn’t have all fit—they fit despite it, and the bag remained slim and light.

They almost stepped away from the hallway shelf when the enticing scent of something caught them midstep. A small bag on the end of the shelf caught their eye.

DRIED FRUIT > FRUIT TYPE: PIXIEBERRY > TASTE: SWEET & TART

“This should be in the kitchen, bluebird. Do you ask your sister to get you the tartest ones on purpose? I swear those damned things were only ever sour when I got the chance to eat them. Which I rarely did, mind you.”

Zaya rolled their eyes reflexively—what was so ridiculous about that statement? They couldn’t remember—and put them in their bag with the ribbon and tube of lipstick before moving on.

At the end of the dark hall was a trio of doors; they opened one and found a room more suited to a young girl, desk filled with pens and things for hair and a small, adorable cat-shaped lamp. The next one they tried was the bathroom, with a large mirror that Zaya could see themselves in even without stepping fully into the room. Their eyes widened as they saw themselves, hair falling out of the leather they’d used to tie it and facepaint cracked.

MIRROR > SURFACE: REFLECTIVE > PERSON(S) REFLECTING: 1

“There’s you. Still looking decently put together, even after I failed to save your voice. Wish I could say the same of myself. Remember to clean your facepaint off.”

On the counter, a small basin with clear water and a towel stained with blue splotches varied in intensity seemed to be set their just for that purpose. Zaya stepped in and leant the sword against the counter’s edge before they dipped the towel in the water, wrung it out, and wiped off the worn-out paint off their face.

It was even stranger, to see their face like this—bare of the extra color. Their skin seemed less warm in tone without the stark contrast, their scales too dark, their eyes less bright. If they were less sure of their hands, or their feet, they might have looked in the mirror and wondered who it was staring back at them. As if this body wasn’t really theirs.

“Looking lovely this evening. Though I am the most biased party, and there’s never a state in which I don’t find you so. You’ve missed a spot along your jaw.”

Zaya frowned and tilted their head. Sure enough…

They wiped off the stray spot and left the towel in the basin. Nothing in the bathroom seemed important, so they grabbed their sword again and dragged it behind them as they opened the third door at the end of the hall.

This door led to a large bedroom, not as thoroughly decorated as Zaya felt it should be—or perhaps simply decorated for someone that wasn’t them. There were nice, thick curtains, blocking out most of the city lights, and a few miscellaneous trinkets decorated what surfaces there were, but it all seemed like noise. Meaningless, even as they looked the room over once then twice trying to derive something from it.

What drew their eye first in the room wasn’t the collection of crystals glimmering in the beam of light slipping through the curtains, or the decorations hanging from the ceiling.

It was a pair of gloves sitting on the desk, over a collection of papers filled with pencil sketches.

STRANGE GLOVES > ENCHANTMENT: AETHER-TOUCH > STORIES TOLD: 3,653

“Those are…”

Zaya picked the gloves up and turned them over in their hands. They looked like they would fit them perfectly, so they slipped them on—

The blue stone that decorated the end near their wrist lit up, but little else changed about the gloves. Still, Zaya kept them on, feeling more right than they did before the facepaint came off. They did seem a bit bare, like there was more meant to fit on top of the black cloth gloves and the woven bracelet sewn on with the blue gemstones, but it was better than looking at their hands bare.

“The Convocation must have taken some offense to your skystories. I can’t fathom much else they would have wanted to kill you for. Luckily for us, they didn’t know about me.”

Zaya shrugged, not knowing what a skystory was but understanding the weight the word had through glancing at the sword; their would-be murder weapon. And now they were lugging it around, using it to kill horrific monsters that seemingly appeared out of thin air.

Strange evening.

A flash of light slipping between the curtains caught their attention next. Curious, Zaya set their sword aside, pulled open the heavy curtains and found the window wasn’t just a glass pane in the wall.

BAY WINDOW > ALLEYS TO WANDERING STAIRS: 9 > MOMENTS SHARED: 1,627

“Looks just as comfortable as ever...or maybe even moreso. Did you add more pillows again? I could have sworn there was more space to sit and lie down last time I checked. Not that I can lay down and put my feet up like this. You could, though. Maybe get some shuteye. I’m sure running halfway across the district hasn’t been easy, with this damn sword in tow.”

Zaya looked at the pile of pillows longingly, then glanced back at the doorway. Was it really safe to be sleeping?

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep watch for you. As I always have, and always will.”

There was that uncertain ache in their chest again, that phantom pain that Zaya had once thought was them imagining what it would be like for the sword to find its mark in them instead of where it had actually ended up. They looked to their sword—

THÝRA > PSŪKHḖ: 2 > KILLS TODAY: 1

“I’ll be just fine,” the sword—Thancred—said. The glow of the blade pulsed in time with his voice, painting the walls in soft colors. “The benefit of not having a body. Just prop me up in line with the doorway and keeping watch will be as simple as looking forwards.”

Zaya sat down on the cushioned seat of the bay window, considering as their eyes almost shut on their own just from the close comfort of the pillows. Of knowing they weren’t alone. Of the bay window and the things they couldn’t remember and could barely feel the warmth of. It would be as easy as that, leaving the sword and Thancred to guard them.

They didn’t want to.

Before they kicked off their shoes—horribly uncomfortable, they needed to remember to put on those nice ankle boots before they left—Zaya leaned over the side of the window seat and reached for the sword’s handle to pull it into the seat with them as they laid down. Not the most comfortable thing in the world. Whoever designed the blade had decided to make it nearly as long as they were tall, and with plenty of spikes and points besides—but the sword’s edge was dull when they pressed their palm against it. Pressed against, even, just to make sure. No pain or blood welled to the surface.

“Zaya.”

They looked up at the eye-like decoration in the sword, defined by the glowing lines that shifted from a light yellow to almost pink or lavender at times.

“You don’t have to. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

Zaya pressed their lips together into an angry frown instead of a teary one and pressed their palm harder against the sword’s edge. Still no pain.

“Alright, point taken. Still…”

Whatever Thancred said next didn’t matter. They set him on the seat’s cushions as they went about adjusting all the pillows for their horns, and also to ensure the sword didn’t end up stabbing them in their sleep just to prove them wrong.

“Hey. Zaya.”

They laid down again and looked up at the sword’s strange eye.

“I wanted to—I just—mm. Don’t let me go. Alright?”

That, they could do. Their hand, the one that wasn’t pinned under them, wrapped around the handle of the sword. Zaya closed their eyes, curled up beside the sword close enough to feel a faint warmth coming off the metal, and tried to forget that they still didn’t know who Thancred was—other than the body in the street they had pulled the sword from with a strange, awful ache in their heart and tears brimming over in their eyes.

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OMG THEME IS GIVIBG ZAE BEATCH DATE

MY POOKIE IS POOKIEINHDHDH I WANNA POOKIE HIM

#ZAYA #*lays flat*#WHEN WILL THEY BE MENFESTED IRL WHENN???#manifested*#kei's zaya!

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Once called “Father Frank” for his efforts to rescue lives, Frank Pierce sees the ghosts of those he failed to save around every turn. He has tried everything he can to get fired, calling in sick, delaying taking calls where he might have to face one more victim he couldn’t help, yet cannot quit the job on his own. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Frank Pierce: Nicolas Cage Mary Burke: Patricia Arquette Larry Verber: John Goodman Marcus: Ving Rhames Tom Wolls: Tom Sizemore Noel: Marc Anthony Nurse Constance: Mary Beth Hurt Cy Coates: Cliff Curtis Nurse Crupp: Aida Turturro Dr. Hazmat: Nestor Serrano Rose: Cynthia Roman Kanita: Sonja Sohn Cokehead: Larry Fessenden Captain Barney: Arthur J. Nascarella Dispatcher (voice): Martin Scorsese Dispatcher Love (voice): Queen Latifah Drug Dealer: Michael Kenneth Williams Voice in Crowd: Craig muMs Grant Mr. Oh: John Heffernan ICU Nurse: Judy Reyes Griss: Afemo Omilami Mr. Burke: Cullen O. Johnson Sister Fetus: Julyana Soelistyo Neighbor Woman: Graciela Lecube Neighbor Woman: Marylouise Burke Mrs. Burke: Phyllis Somerville Neighbor Woman: Mary Diveny John Burke: Tom Riis Farrell Arguing Russian: Aleks Shaklin Arguing Russian: Leonid Citer Man with Bloody Foot: Jesus A. Del Rosario Jr. Big Feet: Bernie Friedman Prostitute: Theo Kogan Prostitute: Fuschia! Mr. Oh’s Friend: Matthew Maher Mr. Oh’s Friend: Bronson Dudley Mr. Oh’s Friend: Marilyn McDonald Homeless Man in Waiting Room: Ed Jupp Jr. Homeless Man in Waiting Room: J. Stanford Hoffman Concerned Hispanic Aunt: Rita Norona Schrager Naked Man: Don Berry Street Punk: Mtume Gant Grunt: Michael A. Noto Bystander: Omar Scroggins Stanley: Andy Davoli Miss Williams: Charlene Hunter Club Doorman: Jesse Malin I.B. Bangin’: Harper Simon Drummer: Joseph Monroe Webb Club Bystander: Jon Abrahams I.B.’s Girlfriend: Charis Michelsen Dr. Milagros: Lia Yang Arrested Man: Antone Pagán Bridge & Tunnel Girl: Melissa Marsala Weeping Woman: Betty Miller Pregnant Maria: Rosemary Gomez Carlos: Luis Rodriguez Crackhead: Sylva Kelegian Dr. Mishra: Frank Ciornei Nurse Odette: Catrina Ganey Nurse Advisor: Jennifer Lane Newman Police in Hospital: John Bal Police in Hospital: Raymond Cassar Drunk: Tom Cappadona Drunk: Jack O’Connell Drunk: Randy Foster Homeless Suicidal: Richard Spore Fireman: James Hanlon Fireman: Chris Edwards Police Sergeant: Mark Giordano Cop in Elevator: Michael Mulheren Cop in Elevator: David Zayas Cop #1: Terry Serpico Cop #3: Floyd Resnick Surgeon: Megan Leigh Screaming Man: David Vasquez ICU Doctor: Joseph P. Reidy Urchin Prostitute (uncredited): Erica Bamforth Child Zombie (uncredited): Peju Bamgboshe Policewoman (uncredited): Carolyn Campbell Club Kid (uncredited): Michael Carbonaro Catatonic Patient in Suede Coat (uncredited): Joe Connelly Cop #2 (uncredited): Brian Smyj Film Crew: Director: Martin Scorsese Screenplay: Paul Schrader Editor: Thelma Schoonmaker Director of Photography: Robert Richardson Producer: Scott Rudin Producer: Barbara De Fina Conductor: Elmer Bernstein Co-Producer: Eric Steel Boom Operator: Louis Sabat Casting: Ellen Lewis Associate Producer: Jeff Levine Unit Production Manager: Bruce S. Pustin First Assistant Director: Joseph P. Reidy Associate Producer: Mark Roybal Executive Producer: Adam Schroeder Still Photographer: Phillip V. Caruso Music Editor: Bobby Mackston Production Design: Dante Ferretti Costume Design: Rita Ryack Set Decoration: William F. Reynolds Art Direction: Robert Guerra Hairstylist: Joseph Coscia Key Hair Stylist: William A. Farley Makeup Artist: Jane DiPersio Hairstylist: Scott W. Farley Makeup Artist: Leon Weisinger Production Supervisor: Shell Hecht Script Supervisor: Martha Pinson Camera Operator: Vincent Galindez Stunt Coordinator: G. A. Aguilar Visual Effects Supervisor: Michael Owens Visual Effects Producer: Jill Brooks Construction Coordinator: Glen Pangione First Assistant Camera: Gregor Tavenner Steadicam Operator: Larry McConkey Wigmaker: Carol F. Doran Carpenter: James Cappello Chef: P.J. Haines Driver: Carlos Bernal Set Medic: Rich Fellegara Special ...

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jovialevents12 · 3 months

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Desert Dreams A Glimpse into Luxurious UAE Weddings

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Introduction Imagine a wedding set against the backdrop of golden desert dunes, with a blend of traditional charm and modern opulence. Welcome to the world of luxurious UAE weddings, where every celebration is a spectacular affair, reflecting the rich cultural heritage and contemporary elegance of the region.

The Significance of UAE Weddings In Emirati culture, weddings are monumental events, celebrating not just the union of two individuals but the coming together of families and communities. These celebrations are steeped in tradition and enhanced by a sense of grandeur that makes each wedding unique and unforgettable.

Breathtaking VenuesLuxury HotelsThe UAE is home to some of the world’s most luxurious hotels, providing the perfect venue for a grand wedding. Iconic venues like Burj Al Arab, Emirates Palace, and Atlantis The Palm offer breathtaking settings, impeccable service, and unparalleled luxury.

Desert Resorts For a truly unique experience, many couples choose desert resorts such as Qasr Al Sarab and Bab Al Shams. These venues offer a serene and majestic backdrop, combining the beauty of the desert landscape with luxurious accommodations and amenities.

Private Islands and Palaces For those seeking exclusivity, private islands like Zaya Nurai Island and opulent palaces provide the ultimate in privacy and luxury. These venues offer a bespoke experience, tailored to the couple’s every desire.

Exquisite Bridal Couture Bridal attire in UAE weddings is a blend of traditional and contemporary styles. Brides often wear elaborate gowns adorned with intricate embroidery and jewels, reflecting both cultural heritage and modern fashion trends. Henna designs, or "KınaGecesi," play a significant role, with beautiful patterns applied to the bride’s hands and feet as part of the pre-wedding celebrations.

Lavish Decor and Themes UAE weddings are known for their extravagant decorations and elaborate themes. Popular themes include Royal, Fairy Tale, Arabian Nights, and Modern Chic, each bringing a unique flair to the celebration. Decor elements such as crystal chandeliers, flower walls, and bespoke stage designs create a breathtaking ambiance, with personal and cultural touches adding a special significance.

Gourmet Cuisine The culinary experience at UAE weddings is nothing short of spectacular. Gourmet menus feature a fusion of traditional Emirati dishes and international cuisines, crafted by top chefs to delight the palate. Guests are treated to a lavish spread that reflects the rich culinary heritage of the region.

Entertainment Extravaganza Music and dance are integral to the celebratory atmosphere of UAE weddings. Traditional performances such as Al Ayala and Al Razfa are complemented by contemporary entertainment options, including international DJs, live bands, and even celebrity performances. Innovative technology, such as drones, light shows, and holographic displays, adds a modern touch to the festivities.

Extravagant Wedding Gifts The exchange of luxurious gifts is a significant aspect of UAE weddings. Jewelry, luxury cars, and real estate are among the extravagant gifts given to the bride and groom. The dowry remains an important tradition, symbolizing the union and commitment between the families.

Sustainability in Extravagance As awareness of environmental sustainability grows, more couples are opting for eco-friendly weddings. Practices such as digital invitations, sustainable decor, and minimizing food waste are becoming increasingly popular, allowing for extravagant celebrations that are also environmentally conscious.

Personal Touches and Customization Personalization is key to making each wedding unique. Couples incorporate their love stories, custom vows, and personalized favors into the celebrations, blending cultural traditions with modern preferences to create a truly memorable event.

Technology and Innovation Technology plays a significant role in enhancing the wedding experience. Interactive photo booths, virtual reality experiences, and live streaming of the ceremony allow guests to be part of the celebration, regardless of their physical location.

Cultural TraditionsHenna Night (KınaGecesi) The henna night is a beloved tradition, where intricate henna designs are applied to the bride and guests, symbolizing joy and beauty.

Zaffa (Bridal Procession) The bridal procession, or Zaffa, is a lively and musical entrance of the bride and groom, often accompanied by traditional instruments and dancers, adding to the festive atmosphere.

Exchange of Gifts and Blessings Family blessings and the exchange of gifts play a crucial role in Emirati weddings, emphasizing the importance of family and community.

Unforgettable Moments Every UAE wedding is filled with unforgettable moments. Stories of unique and heartwarming experiences, as shared by brides, grooms, and wedding planners, highlight the magic and grandeur of these celebrations.

Conclusion UAE weddings are a testament to the region’s rich cultural heritage and modern luxury. They blend tradition with contemporary elegance, creating celebrations that are both timeless and extraordinary. Whether you dream of a grand wedding in a luxury hotel or a serene ceremony in the desert, UAE weddings offer a truly unique and unforgettable experience.

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First Take: IF - rumours of the U certificate's death are greatly exaggerated

SYNOPSIS: A young girl who goes through a difficult experience begins to see everyone's imaginary friends who have been left behind as their real-life friends have grown up.

Well, here was the surprise for this year's marathon - when it opened to a 48% on Rotten Tomatoes, a lot was made of John Krasinski's first foray outside of the more adult realms (having done A Quiet Place and several episodes directing The US Office). But having now finally got round to seeing it, for the first time I have to say to the higher ups - you're wrong, but kinda right.

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Krasinski does a hell of a job at the helm of writing and directing this U certificate - yes, this a U certificate - film, clocking in at a neat 1 hour 44 minutes. Cynically, it could've been cut down a bit to get it to 1 hour 40 (including credits), but to do that would ruin a lot of the work done with choreographer Mandy Moore (of La La Land, and I can't believe I'm writing this on the blog in light of its cinema release last year, Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour fame) to make a 'live action Pixar movie' as it has been described - and that fits this film perfectly. Yes, it has the heart - the script is a major part of that - but it also has the key life lessons that Pixar films have lacked in recent years. But sadly the ending did feel a little predictable, which was my only minor issue with it - saying all that, it is shot really well by Janusz Kaminski and on scoring duties, it was a joy to see Michael Giacchino's name on the credit roll - which explains why he had less involvement on another film which has been featured this weekend.

With the cast, as well as directing and taking a role himself Krasinski brought some of his talented friends along - namely Ryan Reynolds, with SNL alumni Bobby Moynihan, Liza Colon-Zayas and Fiona Shaw rounding out the live action talent, but the undoubted star of this film is Cailey Fleming. Having honed her craft on the sets of Star Wars: The Force Awakens, The Walking Dead and Loki, to lead a film like this, at this age takes some doing. A big career potentially beckons - and on the other side, the voice cast are more voice cameos. Phoebe Waller-Bridge and Steve Carell are the two most prominently featured names, with Emily Blunt, Jon Stewart, George Clooney, Bradley Cooper, Awkwafina, Bill Hader, Matt Damon, Blake Lively... it is a who's who in the Maximum Effort (Reynolds' production house) and Sunday Night Productions (Krasinski's production company) phonebooks, with it also being the last film for Louis Gossett Jr. - all in all, this film deserved a bit more love from critics.

THE VERDICT

If is a film that takes the best bits of the archetypical 1990s family movie and applies it to a modern cinemagoing landscape - obviously it is making its way onto digital at this point, so it is a miracle a screening went on when it did, but this, had it released officially around July 26th, would be one hell of a summer holidays film.

RATING: 3.5/5

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zayadryfruits · 1 year

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The health advantages of consuming mamra giri badam every day!!

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