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Pearl of the Sea Chapter Eighteen

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Eighteen: Meeting Sao Feng

Summary: (Y/N) and their friends need a map to Davy Jones's locker, and that means venturing to Singapore.

Two months later…

(Y/N) sat behind Elizabeth as she punted them downstream in the waters around Singapore. The song had recently reached the pirates, and the pair sang it quietly. (Y/N) sang it for all the people who had lost their lives as the East India Trading Company’s reign of terror began.

“Some have died, and some are alive,” they hummed quietly. “Others sail on the sea. With the keys to the cage, and the devil to pay, we lay to the Fiddler’s Green. The bell has been raised from its watery grave. Hear its sepulchral tone.”

(Y/N) watched as British soldiers stalked across bridges in search of more innocent lives to destroy. They caught pirates daily, yet they were the ones colonizing, pillaging, thieving.

“A call to all, pay heed to the squall, turn your sails to home. Yo ho,” sang (Y/N). “Haul together. Hoist the colors high.”

Elizabeth stopped the longboat and tied it.

“Heave-ho.”

They stepped out.

“Thieve—”

“Thief and beggar,” said the guard of the secret entrance to Soa Feng’s pirate lair.

Sao Fang was the leader of the Singaporean pirates and the latest person they needed to contact in order to have a way to reach World’s End, the Black Pearl, and Jack.

“Never shall we die,” finished the guard. “A dangerous song to be singing for any who are ignorant of its meaning. Particularly a woman and a child.” He smirked. “Particularly when they’re alone.”

“What makes you think they’re alone?” Barbossa walked down to the canal.

“You protect them?” snapped the guard.

(Y/N) grabbed one guard, and Elizabeth grabbed another. They lifted knives to their throats.

“We don’t need protecting,” said (Y/N).

Barbossa grinned. After returning to life, he had worked with the crew of the Pearl to find it again. He had found that Elizabeth was a formidable pirate (especially after she threatened him with a sword to cut his throat if he tried to touch her, Will, or (Y/N) again). He had also discovered that (Y/N) was as dangerous as they had seemed fighting alongside Jack. In fact, he had become a little fond of (Y/N) (if only to hopefully piss of Jack a bit that his protégé could also be taught by Barbossa). All in all, he was enjoying the expert crew of the Black Pearl.

“Your master’s expecting us,” said Barbossa. “And an unexpected death’d cast a slight pall on our meeting.”

All the pirates looked at each other and hesitantly lowered their weapons warily.

“Pick those feet up!” said a British soldier. “Eyes front.”

The pirates retreated to the edge of the canal to avoid being spotted. Sao Feng’s guards led the way to the grate and into the underground tunnels of Singapore.

“Have you heard anything from Will?” asked Elizabeth.

“I trust young Turner to acquire the charts and you to remember your place in the presence of Captain Sao Feng,” warned Barbossa.

“What’s he like?” asked (Y/N), not promising anything.

“He’s much like myself, but absent my merciful nature and sense of fair play,” said Barbossa.

Wonderful, thought (Y/N).

The guards walked up to a lock door and spoke a password. It was unlocked and opened to reveal a new passageway. Several guards held out their hands, and Barbossa began handing over his weapons. (Y/N) grumbled but handed over their sword, pistol, and daggers. Elizabeth, on the other hand, somehow procured over a dozen weapons from her person, hidden in places no one would think of except for her (even some unsavory places).

Finally, though, they were let into Sao Feng’s chambers. It was a sauna full of pirates being served by women with drinks and drugs. The heavy smoke of opium hung in the air, and (Y/N) wrinkled their nose.

Sao Feng himself stood on a dais, clad in leather armor with ornate embellishments. A large scar extended across his face, and he looked down his nose at the group. While Barbossa enjoyed the riches and glory of captaining and Jack adored the very act of being on the sea, it was clear Sao Feng loved the power he commanded in a room.

Barbossa bowed to appease his ego. He gestured to Elizabeth and (Y/N). Elizabeth bowed, and (Y/N) suppressed a roll of their eyes before bowing. Their skin itched. For two months now, every time they had to do something they didn’t wish to or had to obey another’s wishes that went against their own, the itch returned. The restless energy was deep in their body, in their heart.

“Captain Barbossa, welcome to Singapore,” said Sao Feng. He glanced at his servant. “More steam.” Water vapor pumped into the air. “I understand that you have a request to make of me.”

“More of a proposal to put to ye,” said Barbossa. “I’ve a venture underway, and I find myself in want of a ship and a crew.”

“Hm. It’s an odd coincidence,” remarked Sao Feng. His tone, however, suggested he knew more than he had so far revealed.

“Because you happen to have a ship and a crew you don’t need?” said Elizabeth, raising a brow.

“No,” said Sao Feng. “Because earlier this day, not far from here, a thief broke into my most revered uncle’s temple and tried to make off with these.” He picked up a roll of maps. “The navigational charts. The route to the Farthest Gate.”

Elizabeth, Barbossa, and (Y/N) exchanged looks. Those were what Will had been searching for.

Sao Feng threw the charts to a guard. “Wouldn’t it be amazing if this venture of yours took you to the world beyond this one?”

“It would strain credulity at that,” said Barbossa.

(Y/N) nearly rolled their eyes, and they glanced warily around.

Sao Feng nodded to a pair of guards by a steam bath. They raised a log to reveal arms tied to it. Will gasped for air as he was raised from the scalding water.

“This is the thief,” said Sao Feng casually. “Is his face familiar to you?”

All three shook their heads “no.”

“Then I guess he has no further need for it,” said Sao Feng, rearing back to stab Will.

“No, no,” gasped Elizabeth, unable to stop herself.

Sao Feng stopped and turned around slowly. He had trapped them in their lie. “You come into my city, and you betray my hospitality.

Barbossa stood straight. “I assure you I had no idea—”

“That he would get caught!” interrupted Sao Feng.

Around them, Singaporean pirates stood and surrounded the group.

“You intend to attempt the voyage to Davy Jones’s locker,” said Sao Feng matter-of-factly. “But I cannot help but wonder…why?”

(Y/N) shifted, and Barbossa and Elizabeth both put a hand out. If (Y/N) were to speak up, it wouldn’t be polite, which wouldn’t end well. (Y/N)’s skin itched, and they shifted with unused energy.

Barbossa tossed a coin through the air in response to Sao Feng. He caught it, bit it to test it, and stared at it.

“The song has been sung,” said Barbossa. “The time is upon us. We must convene the Brethren Court. As one of the nine pirate lords, you must honor the call.”

Sao Feng narrowed his eyes. His hand curled into a fist. “More steam.” The words held all the frustration he wished to express. Nothing came, and he whirled on his servants. “More steam!” he bellowed. Still none.

“There is a price on all our heads,” continued Barbossa, distracting Sao Feng from what was most likely their crew interfering.

“Aye. It is true,” said Sao Feng. “It seems the only way a pirate can turn a profit anymore…is by betraying other pirates.”

Oh, bloody hell, thought (Y/N). It was a suspicious turn of phrase, even if he seemed to be addressing Will’s predicament.

Barbossa continued. “We must put our differences aside. The First Brethren Court gave us rule of the seas.”

(Y/N)’s gaze flicked to him, and their hands clenched at their sides. The seas weren’t to be ruled by anyone. They were free, wild, untamable. Like m—

“But now that rule is being challenged by Lord Cuter Beckett,” said Barbossa.

“Against the East India Trading Company, what value is the Brethren Court?” said Sao Feng derisively. “What can any of us do?”

“You can fight,” snapped (Y/N), their words breaking free. Sao Feng’s sharp gaze landed on them, but they did not cower. “You are Sao Feng, pirate lord of Singapore. You’re a commander in an age where brave captains still sail free waters, despite those waves being measure in fear and not feet.” Their stormy eyes flicked over Sao Feng, and it was as piercing as a needle. “And yet you would just watch such an era come to an end.” They met his eyes. “The most notorious pirates from around the world are uniting against our enemy. Their names will be remembered in legends.” A soft sneering smirk spread across their features. “Yours will be drowned in the bathwater you cower within.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened, and Barbossa closed his eyes and cursed Jack for teaching them to be so mouthy (not that it had come from him. It was natural to (Y/N), and their natural self broke free more and more every day).

Sao Feng stared at them and stepped off the dais. (Y/N) refused to flinch or back away. Sao Feng circled them like a shark, gazing at them quizzically.

“(Y/N) Swann,” said Sao Feng. “There is more to you than meets the eyes, isn’t there?”

(Y/N) followed him with their eyes as he circled them and returned to the front.

“But I cannot help but notice you have failed to answer my question,” continued Sao Feng. “What is it you seek in Davy Jones’s Locker?” Barbossa opened his mouth, but Sao Feng held up a hand. “I want the small one to answer.”

That must be me since I’m the kid.

“They seem to enjoy speaking.”

I’d prefer fighting. Thankfully, (Y/N) kept that thought to themself. “A friend.”

Sao Feng narrowed his eyes. “That is not an answer.”

“It is,” said (Y/N).

Elizabeth fought back a sigh as (Y/N) decided to be sarcastic and play tricks with the pirate lord of Singapore.

“Jack Sparrow!” declared Will, breaking in. “We seek Jack Sparrow.”

Laughter erupted throughout the sauna.

“He’s one of the pirate lords,” said Will, speaking over the derision.

(Y/N) watched Sao Feng run a hand over his head. They noted the slight tremble with curiosity.

“The only reason I would want Jack Sparrow returned from the land of the dead is so I can send him back myself!” he hissed.

It seems Jack left his usual impression on people on Sao Feng.

“Jack Sparrow holds one of the nine pieces of eight,” said Barbossa. “He failed to pass it along to a successor before he died. So we must go and get him back.”

“So you admit…you have deceived me,” said Sao Feng slowly. “Weapons!” He drew his sword.

All the pirates let out a shout and grabbed their weapons.

“Sao Feng, I assure you, our intentions are strictly honorable,” said Barbossa.

Through the slatted boards, swords flew up into the air. Barbossa, (Y/N), and Elizabeth each caught one. Barbossa caught the extra for Will. He coughed as Sao Feng narrowed his eyes. Obviously, their intentions had been honorable with a heavy dose of “just in case” dishonesty.

Sao Feng grabbed a Singapore man and held a sword to his throat. “Drop your weapons or I kill the man!”

(Y/N), Elizabeth, Will, and Barbossa wore identical expressions of confusion.

“Kill him,” said Barbossa. “He’s not our man.”

Now it was Sao Feng’s turn to look confused as he stared at the nervous man.

“If he’s not with you, and he’s not with us…who’s he with?” said Will.

“Beckett,” breathed (Y/N).

Bam!

The doors broke open the moment the name left them. “Charge!” cried the British. Muskets fired, and the pirates ducked and attacked as best they could.

Will used the pole he was tied to in order to rush into several men before they could fire. (Y/N) wove through the crowd and slashed through his bindings. Barbossa tossed him a sword. Elizabeth expertly dueled several soldiers at once, and (Y/N) handled their own crowd. They swept through the British, dancing through the attacks aimed at them. They flowed like water from one stab to another parry to a slash to a duck to a kick to a pivot to attack after attack.

From within the platoon, a familiar face emerged. Mercer stepped out, clad in black, and looked across the room of fighting pirates with his sharp, cruel eyes. They landed on (Y/N), and he raised a gun. It was not a pistol, though. This one contained a small dart to incapacitate its target. Of course, Mercer had a proper pistol at his side. If the child resisted…Well, Beckett said controlled or killed.

Bang!

“(Y/N)!” Elizabeth tackled them as she saw the shot.

It flew over their head and hit the wall. Will ran to their side and hauled Elizabeth and (Y/N) up. Barbossa and Sao Feng cut down several attacks, and the group found themselves fighting side by side. Unfortunately, the British were closing in and had their muskets ready once more.

“Ready?” said Mercer, preparing another dart.

(Y/N)’s gaze flicked to it, confused but frightened at what it meant for them.

“Fire.”

Boom!

Instead of the crack of rifles, the floor exploded. The British collapsed back into the hole. The pirates shouted a war cry and stormed onward. Sao Feng grabbed the charts as they ran. The Black Pearl crew ran out from beneath the sauna, fired their pistols, and drew their swords. It was Singapore and Pearl pirates versus the East India Company.

The fight spread into the streets of Singapore as the pirates fled the British, and shops and carts were overturned as their keepers joined the angry brawl—fists were as much weapons at this point as muskets or cutlasses.

(Y/N) leapt over a table and slid under another. With a flick of their wrist, they cut through a soldier’s ankle, and he collapsed. Without being able to stand, (Y/N) ended him in another stab before jumping onto another table to gain the high ground. A soldier ran at them, and they jumped to avoid him. They grabbed the tent’s supporting pole, swung forward, and kicked him in the head. (Y/N) landed and darted towards the canals.

Behind them, a group of soldiers aimed to fire, but the cart behind them exploded. They fell dead and hurtled into the river. (Y/N) grinned behind them, knowing Tia Dalma stood smirking at her plan working.

They ran beside the canals, waiting to spot another friend to regroup.

Boom!

This time not according to plan, a building exploded with a hundred unplanned fireworks. It was right behind them, and (Y/N) flew through the air. Their vision spun between dark and light, and they splashed into the water. They submerged, and their mind cleared. They pushed to the surface and took a deep breath.

Grumbling, they pulled themself to the walkway.

“Goin’ for a swim at a time like this?”

(Y/N) looked up, unamused, at Barbossa. “Putting on a firework show at a time like this?” they retorted.

Barbossa chuckled and pulled (Y/N) out of the water. Tia Dalma stood next to him and gazed at (Y/N) with a smile.

“How do you feel?” said Tia Dalma.

“Wet,” said (Y/N). “But fine.” They had only been temporarily disoriented.

“I’m sure,” said Tia Dalma.

Will appeared from round the corner with a group of pirates.

“You have the charts?” said Barbossa, eyes locking on the bundle in Will’s arms.

“And better yet,” said Will. He tossed the charts to Barbossa and gestured to the Singaporean pirates behind him. “A ship and a crew.”

“Where’s Sao Feng?” Elizabeth joined the rendezvous with the rest of the Black Pearl crew.

“He’ll cover our escape and meet us at Shipwreck Cove,” said Will.

Barbossa nodded. “This way. Be quick.”

(Y/N) looked back at the fire still burning in Singapore as they sailed away. The water rippled around them as the ship moved smoothly over the water. They held the edge of the ship tightly. They had a way to Jack. They’d find him, the Pearl, and a way to stop Beckett. Freedom would win. It had to.

“There seems to be a lot on your mind,” said Tia Dalma, joining them at the side of the ship.

“I’m worried about Jack. What it must be like in the Locker,” said (Y/N).

“Jack is a man of no constancy, coming and going with the tide. But he is also one of great passion for what he cares for—adventure, life, freedom…” Tia Dalma looked at (Y/N). “But the Locker cannot take his heart. He will lose nothing but his mind.”

“Which was lost a long time ago,” said (Y/N) with a smile.

“Then you have nothing to fear,” said Tia Dalma, reaching out and touching (Y/N)’s hand. It was clear (Y/N) was attached to Jack, though how deserving he was of it remained to be seen.

(Y/N) hummed, and they glanced back at Singapore. “Do you think Sao Feng will answer the call now that it is clear he can be found wherever he hides?”

Tia Dalma’s expression grew grim. “I cannot say. There is an evil on these seas that even the most staunch and bloodthirsty pirate have come to fear.”

“We should hope someone will face it instead of fearing it, then,” said (Y/N).

Tia Dalma looked at (Y/N) with a mysterious glint in her eye. “We should hope.”

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satureja13 · 2 months ago

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New Year's Eve already!

Jack calls the others for dinner.

Saiwa: "I wonder if we can stay sit and eat again - like on Winterfest?" But the others all damped his excitement. They are sure that was a one-time winterfest wonder.

And just a few seconds later... Vlad: "Aargh! I really tried but I need to stand up!" Jack: "Gods - I feel it too! Try to resist - there must be a way! I'll make a quick search!"

But it was futile... Saiwa: "At least we tried. And four of us are still sitting at least. Let's eat." (Editor's Note: This is really beyond me. On Winterfest we even had deco, place mats and mugs on the table and they all ate while staying sit! I didn't even decorate the table this time. And why do the others sit and eat and Vlad and Jack got up?)

Then they gathered in front of the TV. Because no way they are going to watch a three hour movie while sitting -.- (And here they all stood up - except Vlad ... )

Like last year, they are watching the Bollywood Classic 'Happy New Year' together.

A few minutes to midnight, they turned off the lights and gathered for the fireworks. Jack: "Can I light the first one?" Saiwa: " 'Course you can. After the sparklers." Kiyoshi: "Are you sure it's save to light fireworks in the indoors?"

Little Goat: 'Get ready for the show!'

Malfoy took Kumo away from the others. He's not as adventurous as the Little Goats. Malfoy: 'You should be save here.' Kumo: 'Thanks, Mal.'

Jack: "See, it's perfectly save." Kiyoshi: "I don't know..."

Jeb: "How beautiful!"

Well, Kioyshi was right. As soon as they lit the fireworks, they started to burn...

Jack: "Oh come on!" (Ji Ho thinks Kiyoshi is so brave and cool ^^')

Jack: "It's New Year's Eve - the tradition demands we have to make noise to chase the evil spirits away!" Saiwa: "I have to agree with Jack. We need every good luck we can possibly get. Let's try the battery." Kiyoshi: "Guys..."

Nice try - now they're all burned...

Saiwa: "Ach, dammit! How are we supposed to find the tin can and the meteorites when we can't even have a proper firework?"

Skully had the idea of saving. He turned his record player on and played loudly the theme song from the movie they'd watched. Skully: "That should do!"

'Yoon toh seedhe bade. Kabhi chahe toh haathon se lete lakeerein chura O humko parwah nahi. Joh bhi kehta hai kehne de jag yeh bhala ya bura Jaisi bhi marzi ho hamari.Karte hai aisi hoshyari Par dil se yaar joh le pukaar toh jaan nisaar kar daale'

'Usually we're very simple But if we want we can steal the lines from one's palms We don't care what the world says about us, good or bad Whatever we desire we attain that by using our smartness But if someone calls from their heart then we'll sacrifice our life for them'

India Waale - Happy New Year OST

That was enough excitement for one day. The Boys decided to share their New Years hugs and kisses and then head to their quarters and take a shower...

Jack: "Happy New Year, mate." Kiyoshi: "Tch."

Jack: "A New Year's kiss for your mate?" Kiyoshi: "Tch."

Jack: "Hey, just for good luck, hm?" Kiyoshi: "Tch." Sai and Jeb are already sharing the second kiss - just for good measure :3

Jack: "Hey, where are you going?"

Jack: "Oh..."

Little Goat: 'What a show!'

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Current Chapter 'Goats in Space': starts ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Piglets in Space' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-29

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crumblinggothicarchitecture · 9 months ago

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Hi, I absolutely love the way you breakdown tswift songs, and I just wanted to clarify something, that's been bothering me. In 7 she mentions this part "we'll move to India forever" at first I was just like yeah, but the more I listened to it, the more I was like what kind of fucking colonist/white mindset is that? You'll never tour to India but you want to move here?? LIKE??? NO!!!! Don't!!! We've had enough of you white people exploiting us without ever actually ever caring for our country.

Feel free to vent about whatever Taylor Swift lyric you hate. I literally love it. :)

Because you're right, I always saw the line "we'll move to India forever" in the most charitable light. I remember thinking to myself, when I first heard it, that maybe she just loves India.

It made sense to me- because during the pandemic I fell into reading a BUNCH about India's culture, religion, food, anything. (My interest was mostly a result of linguistic interest into how India has shaped the English Language over time). Despite English only being present in the region due to colonialism, India has had a remarkable impact on shaping the Language itself! I emphasize post-colonial theory in my real job- and while I don't write much on India's relation to English Linguistics, I enjoy reading on the subject. So that's why I find it so interesting- because it really speaks to human ingenuity and perseverance. You know? The linguistic diversity present in India alone is so cool- and I really could talk about it forever.

So, I heard the line, and my first thought was like "yeah, okay maybe she just loves India?"

I think I was being too kind with that initial response.

But dude- she's never even toured in India? Like she just refused to go? She's never once talked about India in a positive light at all. So then why would she write that line? Like she will go to any random country in Europe, go to any random state in the USA, and go to couple of select places in Latin America, but it seems like she outright ignores Southern parts of Asia? Except Singapore- because they gave her a boatload of money, I guess. So, why write that line? Why write all of "Karma" is she has no genuine interest or respect for the people from which that philosophy comes?

In combination with her obvious pro-colonialist imagery in her other work, like the "Wildest Dreams" music video, the line in "Bejeweled" about reclaiming the land, and the latest line in "But Daddy I Love Him" about how she wants to win the West, I now believe her line about moving to India to be pure Orientalism.

Plus, the whole issue with the "Karma" song in which she is denigrating the philosophical concept of Karma and making it seem like nothing more than a shallow idiomatic ideal on revenge.

I think she's just an idiot who wants to mention "India" like it's some fantastical realm far away from "reality" (Eg), to her, the USA, as if India is not a real place with a real history and real culture. This is what I mean when I say she offers India no respect or appreciation- you can't liken a place to a mystical realm removed from reality without removing it from its history, culture, and people.

If the whole line is "Pack your dolls in a sweater/ We'll move to India forever/ Passed down like Folksongs" ("Seven" 2020).

She is intuitively linking the concept of moving to India with that of a childhood fantasy- with the word "dolls"- one childhood fantasy which will be ultimately unfulfilled. Thus, I support the argument that her line about moving to India is only in reference to the fact that it's like an unreal fantasy- worlds away from reality.

In literary theory, we call this process of subjective reality removal, and fetishization of the East as a fantasy realm, Orientalism. Orientalism is the act of creating a fantasy of the East, in this case India, that is often full of stereotypes or predicated solely on the myopic lens of western perspective.

Naturally, this facet of literature was mainly popular during the height of British Colonialism in India- in the 19th century. So why is Taylor Swift negotiating Orientalist attitudes in a song in the year of 2020? WHY! Uh- (because she's a fucking Racist with no respect for anyone who's not White and from USA). I've been blind- I fear.

It's such a rude oversimplification of such a diverse and interesting place- and all of her many nods towards Colonialism are so disgusting - I'm actually pissed off about it.

Anyway- That was my long-winded way of completely agreeing with you. You're right it's a shitty colonialist attitude and she should not be getting away with it.

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solarwynd · 7 months ago

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I don’t take JJK’s seriously when they bring up city charts because there are 109,000 cities in the United States alone. I live in a small city in California & I have many accounts streaming for Jimin. Like no my city is not gonna be on that chart. Jimin fans are just spread out. They need to worry about reentering Jungkook to the US Spotify chart which they have been trying to do fo a long time. His latest release didn’t even enter. If I can accept the fact that Jungkook is bigger in India & SEA then they can accept the fact that Jimin is just bigger in the USA, Latam countries, SK & the UK.

You know and with me actually looking at the city specific Spotify chart for the first time (cause I never paid any real attention to it) jjks look even more fucking stupid.

All the cities on there are major ones or capitals. And there’s only 34 in total. There is no conceivable way that Jimin stans would be so perfectly confined to any or all of those cities and in great number enough that any of Jimin’s songs would chart on those specific charts.

But again we are in great number enough around the country to come together and have enough streams for him to chart as high as he consistently has on the main chart. If Spotify valued or weighed the city charts over the main ones then they wouldn’t have made the city chart a sub category. The main chart is obviously the most important one.

Like making a spectacle out of something so simple to grasp is blowing me. But they’ll never accept Jimin’s huge presence in any of those markets cause that would mean that Jimin’s bigger than that man is. And they’d sooner k!ll themselves than admit that.

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ramayantika · 2 years ago

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Old desiblr as a locality post

A day in Desiblr gully

It's 5am and some of them are going to sleep now after having a good screentime duration while posting, "I need to stop being chronically online." Some of the artists are busy decorating their walls with their dream vacation and outfits photos and calling it a moodboard. Their houses look the prettiest because everything is set according to an aesthetic.

It's 7am now. The early risers are posting good morning messages and other teens are getting ready for catching their school vehicles while liveblogging their activities before eating one last morsel of their breakfast. A random 18 year old is getting scolded by his friend to not skip meals again or she will come with a knife. College going peeps are watching all of this silently. Some are glad that they are done with school. No more waking up at 6 and getting ready while some feel nostalgic looking at these kids doing the things they once did.

"Guys aaj meine aloo paratha banayi hai!" A girl posts a photo of makhan maar ke aloo paratha and few others immediately rush inside her house to have her delicious parathe. Someone then says, "yaar mujhe bhi aisi parathe bannani hai."

It's 12pm. The gully is a little silent now. Students preparing for competitive exams are studying. School going kids are busy with school while desperately wanting to rush home to their Desiblr gully and narrate what Mrs A said to their friend or the latest drama in their lives. Some people have saved paintings and poetry quotes to tag their friends who always stand with them and appreciate their work. They never tell them this, but they know that if they make it big in publishing something, a major credit will go to their friends for reading or appreciating their work.

And finally it's 3pm. The sun is high up in the sky. The lanes are filled with chitter chatter of school kids coming back. Some are announcing that they finally proposed their crush while some are busy debating if the said person likes them or not. Their faces are a little tired but their hearts are brimming with enthusiasm. It's good to be home. They eagerly head home and freshen themselves.

'I need to thank didi for sharing those maths tips. Only due to her, I got 97% in maths."

Here everybody eats lunch together. There are tables and mats laid in the common garden. So many dishes belonging to different cuisines prepared by everyone from different states of India is served here. There are sweets and very spicy foods. Some got local desi refreshing drinks to beat the summer while some got their delicious homemade achaar.

Do you hear someone singing? Yeah they are the singers of our neighbourhood. It's a desi mehfil. Some of them have been training in music while some join in to vibe. It's a fun activity nevertheless. The mic is open, you can join in anytime.

It's 5pm. Some of them took an afternoon nap and woke up dazed. A tent is set up. It's a cultural evening today, I think. Wait for it, we may not have the best costumes and stage arrangements but we have got some talented performers. Love lorn poets have got their poems out, the dancers are dancing on movie songs while some choose devotional pieces. Look at her, she sings so well! The crowd is singing with her too. Wait for another hour and you will see some of our amazing photographers and painters with their brilliant artistry.

Now everybody is heading to study and take cars of their other jobs. Some are cleaning their homes (blogs) and painting the walls after they saw a movie and want their house (blog theme) to match the colour scheme. Is there a warm happy feeling in your heart? There is always this feeling in the air here.

Well this small neighbourhood is pretty and chaotic. Sometimes you might feel as if you do not fit in. Everyone looks intimidating. Their are scuffles and fights too at times. But just wait for a while and give time, you will find your own circle too. Be prepared to take care of some absolute unhinged friends too for they be taking some really impulsive decisions.

I think it's 10pm now. Some are having dinner right now with their friends. There is a boy busy completing his assignments after procrastinating the whole day (he made his friends bully him to make him complete it)

Do you know we maybe young, very young but we got hearts and somewhere a little wisdom too. This is the place to be yourself the way you are. You don't need to pretend here. We cry loudly and laugh loudly too. Our friends have seen the best and worst of us yet they choose to stay with us through thick and thin.

It's midnight. Someone announced that they are leaving this place saying, "it's time to move on friends. You all made my life brighter and I am so grateful for each on you." See how every person goes and hugs them. Some have started crying but they all choose to let them go. It's only for the best, they say. 'Just remember us in your memories. We wish you all the best, friend! Goodbye! Our doors will always be open for you if you ever decide to come back.'

It's dawn once again. Someone will come up with a new poem as an aubade to wake up sleepy heads for school. O look, a group of girls are singing devotional songs. It's a beautiful start, isn't it.

This is our colourful little community. Humari Desiblr gully...

#samridhi writes #desiblr #once again I know I have missed so many things too. these were my observations and I just want everyone to have a good feeling #once again we have terrible fights too but I am someone who likes to focus on the good so here we are #I love you all though

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Outkast’s Big Boi, EDM artist Zedd, U.K. band Nothing But Thieves, Norwegian artist Aurora, rapper Hanumankind, guitarist-composer Cory Wong will perform in Mumbai on March 8 and 9, 2025

Anurag Tagat Sep 10, 2024

American punk-rock heroes Green Day, pop artist Shawn Mendes, U.K. hitmakers Glass Animals and singer-songwriter Louis Tomlinson are among top-billed acts making their India debut at Lollapalooza India 2025 in Mumbai, between March 8 and 9.

The lineup for the third edition of Lollapalooza India also includes rap veteran Big Boi from Outkast, U.K. band Nothing But Thieves, Norwegian pop artist Aurora, electronic artists like Zedd, John Summit and Alok, American guitarist-composer Cory Wong (known for his work with acts like Vulfpeck), breakout rapper Hanumankind (also our latest cover star), South Korean indie rock band Wave To Earth and rising pop artists Isabel LaRosa and more. Folk-indie singer-songwriter duo Lullanas – comprising Indian-origin siblings – will also make their India debut at Lollapalooza India 2025.

More Indian artists adding heft to the lineup include singer-songwriter Dot., rappers Raftaar and KR$NA, Punjabi artist Talwiinder, sitarist and fusion artist Niladri Kumar, pop artist Lisa Mishra, rock artist Raman Negi, Ahmedabad rap favorite Dhanji, producer Spryk, pianist-composer Sahil Vasudeva, DJ-producer Anushka, multi-instrumentalist-producer Sid Vashi, singer-songwriter Raghav Meattle and indie multi-instrumentalist/producer Sudan.

The announcement in September makes for meme-friendly news for Green Day, known for songs like “Wake Me Up When September Ends.” The band announced their India debut on Instagram and said, “Another first for us!! India, you’ve been calling our name… and it’s finally time to answer. We’ll see you in Mumbai next March for @LollaIndia.” The trio comprising Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool released their most recent album Saviors in 2024 and will likely dig into all-time hits like “Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life),” “American Idiot,” “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” and more. Shawn Mendes, known for hits “In My Blood,” “Treat You Better” and new single “Why Why Why,” returns to the live stage after more than two years on his current tour, which includes Lollapalooza India.

Louis Tomlinson, who has a big following in India following his time with pop group One Direction, will also make a long-awaited India debut. Fellow Brits Glass Animals are a big draw on the back of releasing their new album I Love You So F***ing Much in July, but primarily due to their 2020 hit “Heat Waves,” which was the seventh-most streamed song in India on Spotify in 2022.

Glass Animals founder Dave Bayley – who visited India as a 16-year-old – told Rolling Stone India in 2020, “Thank you for the support, I hope you are staying safe and healthy. We can’t wait to come and visit.”

In a wholly new strategy, Lollapalooza India’s 2025 lineup is out six months in advance of the multi-genre festival taking place in March. BookMyShow Live also took a similar approach while announcing the lineup for their festival Bandland, which is taking place on Nov. 23 and 24 in Bengaluru.

Get Lollapalooza India 2025 tickets here.

#oh it's green day's first show in india ever too!#wild considering they've been a band from before louis was even born haha #must day I feel like “singer-songwriter” while techinically correct doesn't really do to descripe louis as an artist..#lollapalooza india #louis #LT tour 2025 #march 2025 #green day #rolling stone #rolling stone india #article #10.09.24 #press #m

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🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🧸👽🦾💔 🔪😭😶 for the one and only lars douglas please :D

It's probably a good thing there’s only one Lars Douglas; I don't think the world could survive two!😉

That being said, here are his headcanons!

🏳️‍🌈 A sexuality headcanon

Lars is bisexual. He’s attracted to men and women equally, though when he was younger, sometimes he was attracted to one gender more than the other.

🏳️‍⚧️ A gender headcanon

Lars is genderqueer and uses he/him pronouns. Even though he identifies as a man, he’s not afraid to be feminine. He is always open to playing dress-up with his daughters and letting them put makeup on him or do his hair. Even before the triplets were born, Lars had many female friends he would hang out with even if the activities were not considered “masculine,” like spa days, clothes shopping, or getting manicures.

🧸 A headcanon about their childhood

Lars’s love of explosions started when he was young. As a child, he loved watching fireworks explode in the sky and light it up with dazzling colours and shapes. He used to ask so many questions about how fireworks worked, and when he was old enough, he was allowed to help set them off. While his parents didn’t keep fireworks in the house due to his father’s dislike of the sounds they made, Lars’s neighbours would shoot them for special occasions and let him help fire them. With his parents’ permission, of course!

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of there

Lars is always composing new songs. You can almost always find him humming, whistling, or singing his latest piece as he works to perfect it. He also always carries a little notebook to write down things when inspiration hits. Even if it can be annoying, Angela loves watching his face light up as an idea hits him before he begins furiously scribbling in his book.

🦾 A disability headcanon

He has hearing loss because of his music and lab explosions. It's not as bad as Oberon's, but often, Lars will not hear you, ask you to repeat something, or speak louder and slower.

💔 An angsty headcanon

Lars never got rid of his wedding ring. The thought of getting rid of it crossed his mind many times, and he considered countless ways to do it. But whenever he tried, he couldn’t go through with it. A part of his heart would always love Angela, and it was connected to that ring. Lars now keeps the ring in a special box tucked away for safekeeping, and sometimes, when he needs to, he’ll take the ring out and remember the good times he spent with his ex-wife.

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence

Lars has always been more of a lover than a fighter, but that doesn't mean he’s harmless. As a Bureau agent, he is still trained in self-defence and firearms, even though he’s only a lab expert. Because he travels with the team and does get out into the field, he went through training like the rest of his teammates just not as intense as the field agents.

😭 A headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them

When Lars caught the plague in India, he was convinced he was going to die. He was quarantined to protect others and was mostly alone except when Angela visited to check on him. While isolated from his team, Lars only had his phone to help distract him from his pain. But despite the pain, he found the strength to record videos for his family and friends. If he was going to die, he wanted to say goodbye and leave them something to remember him by, as horrible as he looked when he was infected. After being cured, Lars didn’t delete the videos but never told anyone about them either. If the time comes later on that they are needed, they will be safely stored away for his loved ones to access.

😶 A random headcanon

He used to dress up as a mall Santa Claus; it's where he got such a nice suit from! He started in college to earn some extra money, and while he was very young for the job, a little makeup and a good fake beard did the trick! The children loved him, and Lars had tons of fun listening to them ramble their Christmas lists to him and taking pictures.

And done! How’d I do? Did I make you laugh and cry?

Thanks for the request, Issy!

#criminal case #criminal case save the world #lars douglas #headcanons #ask

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