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[dragons-and-skulls]

OMG HIIIII you’re so fucking sweet i hope you know that !! i’m so happy to be mutuals with you babes :)

AAAAAA HELLO NEW FRIEND! and omg thank you so much! and thank you for putting up with me all in your notifs lmao- i'm just happy to find someone else who loves makki, mattsun, and osamu as much as i do 🥹

just... hanamaki my beloved. i rarely find someone who's crazy for him too <3

[britneyshakespeare]

Arthur T. Demoulas is like a New England folk hero

[r0b0t-j0n3z]

"after everything you said, i feel numb. because i dont know how to process it."

[ausp-ice]

Esk designs/design updates I've done in the last few months! I'm rather behind on posting... and many other things, ahah.

Iso (retransformed), Eyim, Houm, Mahki, Fareh (redesign), Limeren (design update), Yutian, Iris (custom design for VoidGremlin).

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[covesdadappreciation]

they're in love, your honor!

Older Mahki and Tamarack. My babies <3

[whatyourusherthinks]

Arthur The King Review

Eeeey it's the Mahky Mahk dahg movie! Funnily enough, I've had the exact opposite pre-experience with Arthur the King than I've had with a movie like Imaginary. Which is to say I saw the poster, we showed the trailer, but as soon as it came out there was crickets. I haven't looked, but I also haven't heard a single thing about the movie. I was not looking forward to this, even though the trailer was good. One, I am vehemently a cat person. And two, I hate Mark Wahlberg. He's a racist asshole who can't act.

What's The Movie About?

Marky Mark is a runner who is competing in the Adventure Games in the Dominican Republic. Along the way his team finds a stray dog that follows them throughout the race.

What I Like.

The racing, mostly. If you remember that show the Amazing Race, it was kinda like that except it's in one location and all the participants are suicidal. Simu Liu plays a jerk, but he's so goddamn charismatic that I liked him despite that. The locations they shoot at are also very pretty. I liked that they didn't translate any of the Spanish in the movie, so if you didn't speak the language than you just had to pick things up through context clues.

What I Didn't Like.

Funnily enough, my two biggest problems are Mark Wahlberg and the dog. I'll say it again, Marky Mark cannot fucking act. His character is pig-headed and stubborn, and it's revealed at one point that he spent all of his wife's savings to run this super dangerous race. And she tells him at the end of the movie that she's pregnant! (Marky Mark also doesn't know what poor people are, since he's in dire financial straits but he still owns a pretty nice house in the mountains with a pool and eats steak for dinner every night.) This movie has a hilarious ego trip scene where Marky Mark carries two bikes and an adult woman across a zipline in one go like he's a goddamn super soldier or some shit. Speaking of unintended hilarity, there were several moments where something that was supposed to be dramatic was happening, and but I had to stop myself from bursting out laughing. Funnily enough, almost all the dramatic moments had the super obvious product placement happening during them. I usually don't mention product placements in movies (because that's what the companies want) but I want Nissan to be forever associated with the line, "My dad has cancer!" Both of the women characters all suck. The first is Marky Mark's wife, who not only is the breadwinner of the house, but literally just exists to support her husband as he tries to get himself killed. The other is one of the team members in the race, and her deal is daddy issues. She also weirdly gets coddled throughout the movie (She's the one who has to get saved on the zipline.) even though she's clearly the team member in the best shape. The camera work, additionally, sucks. It along with the editing are incredibly inconsistent. Sometimes it's shot in standard, sometimes it's clearly hand held, other times it's back-to-back drone shots. Sometimes you can see how the racers are running and where they are going, other times it's impossible to parse because of close-ups of Marky Mark's face and, of goddamn course, shaky cam! The structure of the movie as a whole is like that. One second everyone is buddy-buddy, then at a turn of a dime everyone is yelling at each other, then the dime turns again and its back to quips and goofs.

Finally, let's talk about that stupid dog. The dog is cute. Whatever. You might think from the trailer that the entire movie is gonna be Marky Mark's team running with this dog, but the dog doesn't even meet the team until halfway through the movie. We still see him, but's it's just shots of him wandering around the slums getting chased by other dogs in goofy scenes. Once he joins up with the team it's mostly fine, but then the ending happens. The ending was so saccharine that I got a cavity. I kinda hate that I watched with movie with other patrons in the theater, because I have never wanted to yell, "Just kill the damn dog already!" more in my life. The ending is nonsense. They pretend this dog is gonna die like three times, and he never fucking does. I know this makes me sounds like a miserable bastard, but that dog should've died. "But the dog survived in real life!" Shut up Buggnutz. Stories based on real events change things around all the time. I'm sure the real runner carried a woman and two bikes across a fucking zipline. "The ending is a tearjerker!" Is it? Because I wasn't crying. I was tapping my foot on the floor waiting for this movie to wrap up.

Final Summation.

I can see some people liking this movie. It's a feel good piece about a dog, maybe for you that makes up for the fact that Mark Wahlberg made and stars in this movie. But I wrote in my notes "If they pull a happy ending out of their ass I'm rejecting this movie", so unfortunately my hands are tied.

[coldgoldlazarus]

It's still so funny how most of the Toa Metru's great Kanohi look nothing like their original (by release order) Turaga forms' great Kanohi. The one main exception is the Rau, which still has differences, just more understated about it. With cases like the Ruru and Huna there's enough of a broad similarity that you can make some really great designs blending the best of each. With the Komau, it's a bit more of a stretch, but you can still bring 'em together.

And then with the Mahki and Matatu, there's one version that sucks ass and one version that's just objectively better, and this disparity goes in opposite directions from each other.

[holdmyhopeinyourhands]

Makhy! I had brain surgery on December 1 2022 and my surgeon kind of flopped (bless him, he’s a good guy) so I was in a medically induced coma for like a 3 weeks and then in icu for another two weeks. I’m only starting to recover fully. I can type now so that’s good.

Listen I dont know how to start but what the fuck you mean to say Argentina won the fucking world cup? Like that really happened???? Holy shet? I was confined in the hospital since November and just waiting for surgery. I watched these bitches lose to saudi arabia. I really thought they were fucking done! I also watched the mexico match and they were dogshit. That was the last match I watched. I missed the poland match because my doctors wanted me to rest and be calm/positive before opening my skull. Based on those two matches, I really never thought Argentina would go beyond r16. I promise I let jesus take the wheel. I gave up and has already accepted defeat. I so accepted defeat that when I woke up from coma, the results of the world cup was not even on my mind. It’s like Messi’s first season in PSG, I conditioned my brain to pretend it did not happen. So I was not thinking of it at all. Like I forgot about it. Totally. I also decided to stay away from social media and just focus on my recovery and therapy. Until this fucking morning when I thought “let me scroll through tumblr” to practice my thumb dexterity/motion and I saw fcking photos of Messi kissing the fucking world cup??? When I tell you I froze and screamed like I was hit by a lightning! I literally screamed like what the fuck? The nurses had to run sprinting to my room because the machine attached to my chest started going crazy. Like my blood pressure was through the roof because I could not cope! Messi was wearing a see-through robe???? It was fucking 3-3???? Mbappe scored a hattrick???? Messi scored a fucking brace??? Argentina almost choked??? It went to penalties???? The keeper saved 2 pens??? Lloris the spurs man saved nothing??? Messi was carried around???? Holy shettt mahky!

Messi won the golden ball??? Mbappe won golden boot with Messi in 2nd place??? Messi played like he was not an aging father of 3???? Lautaro Martinez was Higuain??? Kun celebrated like he was still an active player??? The muchachos song??? The whole of Argentina gathered in Buenos Aires??? There was a parade with 5 million people??? Messi almost got taken out by a street wire while on the bus???? What the fuck Makhy!?!!!! I dont know where to fucking start!!!!????! There’s so many information and videos and tweets. I dont fucking know what to do.

Ronaldo fucking lost lmao! We fucking won lmao! I want to see and read ronaldo fans crying! I want it all! Ronaldo is now playing in saudi????? It’s like I missed a whole life!!!! I am so happy but also so stunned to fully comprehend this happiness like I dont know how to express it I feel like I need to scream! Messi won the fucking world cup the fucking 5 foot something goofy man!

I am so glad you woke up fron your coma and are recovering well darling. That's such a relief to hear and.... yeah, your boys really went and done that. Can't believe you woke to the craziest time line bestie like wow.

Couldn't help but grin from ear to ear reading this. Felt like I was experiencing joy by proxy😭.

Welcome back babe and congrats to your boys and especially messi❤❤❤

[bippityboppity69]

Heyya, I've been told by @irislazulee to come to you to tell me more of an OC named Regalus. I'm in the AFK Journey fandom but I'm interested in other AFKverse OCs as well. Think I may be able to know more about him?

Oh of course! So hello! I am the creator of the OC Regalus [along with several others!] I'll give his bio, a bit of his backstory, and a few interesting facts about him.

Regalus is a half Hypogean, the son of Leofric and another OC of mine, Lady Delilah. Leofric was unaware of Regalus for the first six years of his life. I'm currently revamping this little story but if you want when I am done, I will happily post it.

Regalus’s full name is Regalus Mahki Betzalel. He has heterochromatic eyes, his right eye is red and his left eye is gray. Here is a picrew of what he looks like:

[Yes, part of his hair is white. Also this specific picrew does no allow separate colored eyes.]

In terms of power, he has shadow manipulation, shadow transportation, presence of fear [rarely used], and swordsmanship. Fencing being his specialty. He is trained in theology, history, music, arts, etc, all the skills that most nobility are trained in.

He has a Shadow Mastiff that is called Duke, who is loyal to three people, Regalus, Delilah, and Leofric. [It was actually Duke who led Leofric to Regalus.] He also has a pair of horns which are hidden via a glamor.

Now for a few fun facts about Regalus!

-He is currently 20 years old

-He is 5'10"

-He has a fear of fire because of a tramuatic event. He has gotten better about it, but still cannot stand the sight of magneta flames.

-Even though he looks human, there are times his shadow does not match. It shows something taller, larger, something monstrous in appearance. These instances are quite rare though, usually due to extreme emotional distress.

-Regalus’s favorite food are Nonnettes. They are a french style gingerbread cake with blackcurrant/blackberry jam with a lemon drizzle.

-He is quite popular at balls/soirees for his calm demeanor, manners, and etiquette, along with his unique looks.

-Because he is half Hypogean, he cannot stay long in areas where Celestial magic is strong, i.e. churchs. It can cause a reaction as if he was allergic.

-Just like his father, Regalus has information on everything and everyone. Nothing escapes him.

-On this note, do not try and lie to him. He will see through it.

-No one has ever seen him get angry. The most anyone has seen is a grimace which quickly changed to a rather unnerving smile. No change in his voice, his tone, or his body language. Yet, several reported a strange chill and a need to get away from him.

And that's Regalus! If you want information on any of my other OCs, please do not hestiate to ask! I have Celestials, Hypogeans, Lightbearers, and more! I'm even writing a fanfic starring three of my OCs!

[freemints30]

Fevered Delusions

A fanfic of Demon’s Nook from my friend Fox and Flames which you can follow on twitter. Base on my two wonderful boys ^-^ Warnings: Tenticles, Guro, jeleousy, dubcon, implied Sounding and Necor, An afternoon at a cafe, much less out of the house, wasn’t how Loukas imagined a day out with Hide. They’d arranged their outing a few days prior—Hide making plans and not giving Loukas a choice—but that didn’t prepare the poor boy for the bells and whistles of the outside world. The cozy atmosphere and earthy aroma of ground coffee brewing would have put anyone at ease, but Loukas was one cordial greeting or shout of an order away from jumping out of his skin. Hide had picked one of the busiest times of the day—students, families, and literary hopefuls filled the tables and sofas, sipping their drinks and chatting away among chosen company.It was all too much for Loukas.He had not planned for a day out where the sun baked his translucent skin and blinded his ruby-colored eyes, turning him into a ripe tomato, his ginger locks the cherry on top. He had not looked forward to the stares and whispers around him, more likely attributed to his sheer height, but he heard their ridicule of his lanky build, protruding teeth, and every other imagined flaw he had. And he had certainly not anticipated an extra body to occupy the seat in front of him in the corner table they found. The last person he had expected to see today was Makhi.Loukas had no foreseeable reason to dislike the man—if you called a natural tan, homegrown muscles, and charm that could sway even the likes of a certain red-haired church mouse likable. There was a question of his missing leg, but who would disparage a veteran for the sake of pettiness? Even that bush of a tail no one else seemed to mind—or see—was an astonishing addition to his physicality. Today had never been considered a date, so Loukas tugged at his sleeves as he waited for his tea to cool, fumbling with the button that had loosened from taking his mind off the old friends sharing their latest interests and Hide taking bets on how long he could flirt with the waitress before he was kicked out. Makhi egged him on, taunting him with stories from a past that Loukas wasn’t a part of, and made his own wagers with the fresh picks falling at his feet. No, there wasn’t any way that Hide would beg Loukas to come out, raid his closet for anything that didn’t resemble an oversized sweater, grin widely and coo his name for this to be a date. Why would Hide ask him to go anywhere and there would be the expectation of it being the two of them? “What about you, Lou?” Mahki asked, banging his hand on the table and waving it around the room. Loukas blinked at the man before counting the sugar packets Hide had strewn about-*. “I-I’m not . . . ,” he muttered and weakly added, “Loukas.” As if his meager assertion meant anything. As if anyone in this cafe or this city looked his way or paid him a passing glance. Hide rocked back in his chair, howling and splashing his drink. “Who else would you be? Unless you got a nickname.” He scooped whipped cream with his finger and licked it before dipping it to the knuckle. “Like Mr. Ass Burn or Cock-a-doodle-Lou.”“Hide!” Loukas would have usually buried his face in his sleeves and laughed away the jeers he’d learned Hide used to lighten his mood. But Makhi joining in with that airy snicker pounded Loukas’ eardrums, making him the butt of the joke to the entire cafe. His infatuated blush darkened to embers of rage licking his face. How far could the decorated hero make it out of town with another limb missing? His stomach slashed from stem to stern? “Ah, Loulou, it was a joke,” Hide said, balancing on the back legs of his chair. “Like what you got hanging needs its own zip code.” Makhi’s not-so-invisible tail wagged, mocking the flushed-faced boy at the table. “Who doesn’t enjoy a good ribbing every now and again”—he winked at Hide—“I know this one does. Which reminds me . . .” Makhi pulled out his phone and displayed the screen to Hide. Another part of their lives he had no invitation to. “E-excuse me.” Loukas’ knee jostled the table, tipping over Hide’s half-melted cup of whipped cream. He backed away from the table, concealing the rage that cracked his bones and serrated his flesh. A hideous side to him that not even Hide knew about.Hide slammed his chair onto the floor and stretched the hem of his shorts down. “Baby, don’t get all—” “I just remembered . . . I had to—something else . . .” Loukas couldn’t keep a straight face at Hide’s pet names, but “baby” in front of him caved his chest and the bit of control he had left faltered. Fast.The path to the exit was clear, the first thing to go right today, and Loukas made use of his height and strode home. He wasn’t missing anything by leaving, not the planned afternoon or time with the only one he’d want to see him. The real him. But today, like all days, was full of broken promises. Loukas brushed the canopies of foliage out of his way, too on edge to care about the rest of his belongings, but he was never too in a fit to harm his plants. He slammed the bathroom door shut and dropped to the cushioned bathmat, clawing at his scalp to assuage his pounding head. He’d traversed his dash home plenty of times when he needed an out from somewhere he didn’t belong or more time in his sanctuary. It also served as the fastest and safest route when his inner demons fought for a chance at the helm, fed by insatiable emotions like anger, resentment, or one Loukas quelled futilely when he was near Hide: lust. They all tumbled together, bubbling to the surface, blistering his skin. Loukas withdrew his shirt, snagging it on the abrasions becoming more pronounced on his back.He couldn’t destroy the one Hide picked out for him. Hide. He was still at the cafe with Makhi, probably giggling about big tits or inside jokes they had long shared. Things that Loukas didn’t understand or found funny. Hide would have been ordering another cup of syrup and spending the afternoon with someone more his type. Someone who shared his tastes in trashy comics and movies, someone who indulged his whims and pursued them with him. Who had the brawn and stamina to fuck Hide into speechless surrender. Loukas couldn’t deny himself that truth—he knew how Hide’s “friendships” were. But how would have Hide looked naked underneath Makhi? Loukas tried to erase the image from his mind, but his muscles retched, and his back contorted, splicing open violently yet painlessly. More of Hide’s form took shape behind Loukas’ eyes, attempting to soothe the beast slithering out of him, but when the scene expanded to one that didn’t include him, Loukas couldn’t fight it anymore.In that moment, he chose not to suppress what he’d struggled to articulate all day. Sinuous tentacles wrapped around Loukas’s chest, greeting their master after a dormant sleep. They pulsed and stretched, sliding along the scars that crisscrossed his abdomen. No one was meant to see him like this, but anyone who did no longer had breath in them to recount the sight, anyway. He contemplated revealing this to Hide as a way for them to share parts of them only they could see, but after his departure, that dream might never become reality. Reeling from his embarrassment, Loukas tested the tensile strength of his bangs, only to have his extra appendages intervene. They ensnared his quivering hands, nails jagged with strands of hair caught in them. He willed the coils to squeeze his wrists, lightly at first, to feel anything other than his cheeks sweltering. Again, they enveloped, unyielding until Loukas’ palms paled, aching when blood recirculated through them. The unorthodox coping mechanism worked for a time until his loose strands became a red tail, and his blanched fingertips were the bulging eyes of a choking victim. How long could one forgo their need for air with their throat constricted? How long would it take for their vision to blur, their lungs to ache, and their oxygen-deprived brain to reduce all functions? For their heart to stop? The mixed bag of emotions within Loukas upended as his tentacles circled his forearms and legs, shunting blood away from his extremities and enticing a middle ground of bloodlust. He allowed every thought and emotion to ruminate, some stumbling from his lips in broken whispers. How, if given the chance, he’d never have to worry about Makhi—or anyone—near Hide again. He’d savor the choice between slow and agonizing or swift and merciful. Several iterations of that sly fox’s demise flourished sick heat down Loukas’ chest. He closed his eyes for a more vivid glimpse at Makhi’s severed torso, releasing his organs like dominos, splattering beneath him so satisfactorily. The vice on Loukas’ limbs ignited his core, simmering in the pits of his groin. Soon, his fetters loosened and trailed a sheen of slime that cooled his indented skin. The tapered tips of his tentacles skirted wherever Loukas imagined a laceration or ligature. He craned his head back, sighing at how slashing the jugular must feel, the simulation of blood gushing down his body, stoking the reserved urges his torture wrought. Loukas shuddered when Hide’s face came into view, witnessing the carnage on what was left of his dear friend. The slime thickened, dripping pronounced dollops that slinked down Loukas’ front and smothered his nipples in the same awakening arousal as Hide’s conjured expression. It coated more of Loukas’ body as his tentacles ceased to reenact pain but aid in pleasure. Two were Hide’s arms around him, seeking comfort from his sudden loss, winding around Loukas’ waist and legs. More gathered around him, pulsating in unison a sweet embrace Loukas yearned for, leaving one to relieve his other desire. He stirred his erection to its full extent by remembering every detail of Hide. His curl pattern and what percentage of his skin still had its rich, brown pigment. The curve of his horns and guessing what else was shaped that way. Loukas’ filthy mind slathered his cock so it slipped right into Hide’s pretty little mouth. He’d been too ashamed to try a replica, but Loukas was too far gone and refused to stop his hips from pumping not-Hide’s face, contracting and releasing his tentacles to maximize his oral fixation. So hot and wet was his precious goat. Hide would have tried to swallow Loukas whole, seeing it as a challenge to reach his esophagus with the man’s girth. His concentrated, hot breaths would glance off Loukas’ shaft as he unhinged his jaw and tried not to choke. Those soft curls would frame his face and tickle Loukas’ pelvis when his lips reached the fine patch of auburn at the base. Hide would surpass his limits by repeating the act, sequestering every inch to flex the bulge in his throat. He might even use his tongue to prod open Loukas’ slit and lap up the influx of pre-cum before reassuming his palate for the main course. Loukas’ total body experience entranced him into the highest echelons of ecstasy. He shivered from his own liquids slicking him head to toe and alighting his senses, a hands-off affair that he manned with growing ease. How was he able to deny himself for so long?  Loukas groaned, and his tentacles supported his recline into the bathroom door. What he dubbed as Hide’s limbs stroked his hair and dug their nails into his chest and thighs, kneading his balls as encouragement for the awaited feast. And Loukas didn’t want Hide to miss a single drop, to fill his cheeks and watch his face redden from how elated he was to receive his bountiful seed. To empty himself into Hide’s belly, have it distend until he was full as a tick. How Loukas wished he could preserve Hide in that state—his very essence encapsulated in the man he loved. There was a way, and the method should have deterred the poor boy, but the madness ratcheted up Loukas’ salacious state, thrashing an unoccupied tentacle around the bathroom, shattering a bulb into dust on the vanity. His eyes fluttered from the commotion, and in the hazy mirror, he saw the culmination of his reality. Sick. Twisted. Monstrous. Words he’d heard all his life that preceded judgment and abandonment, but his delirium may have gotten to him because when his reflection blinked in time, all he saw was . . . himself. And he didn’t turn away but welcomed it. The shadows either partook in or granted his wishes because the mirror showed him a wild head of curls level with his crotch. He dared not look down to spoil the illusion, only forward through half-lidded eyes at frizzy ringlets swaying to the throbbing beat of his engorged cock. Hide’s well-fucked throat swelled around Loukas’ tip, skyrocketing him to the brink of climax, but that roving tongue sealed the dam, and a tidal wave of moans from Loukas’ mouth only spurred him on. It drove him and his convulsing hips crazy, but the lull gave him time to consider where best to extract his keepsake. The stomach would ruin his token of affection, and a slit throat would spill or taint it. His head could do, but Loukas couldn’t bear that level of defilement, not for how ravenous he’d permit himself to be with the lack of restraint. Loukas let his subconscious role as Hide lapse at the countless ways he could wear out a toothless orifice, use rigor mortis to his advantage, and repurpose horns. Replacing the tentacle with a whittled rod of calcified remains was all it took for Loukas to sully Hide’s hair in opalescent streaks. His knees buckled from the rapid spurts that doused the faucet and counter, leaving him euphoric and curling his toes in his soggy shoes. When the last wave of his orgasm left him muttering Hide’s name, Loukas glanced down at the world outside the looking-glass. His smooth, pink tentacle tenderly cradled his half-flaccid cock pittering semen on the floor. The comedown nosedived, bitterly winding him. There was no Hide. There never was.  He raised his tentacles one by one, stretching them out like the plucked wings of a fallen angel, and marveled at the entirety of who was before him. They undulated gleefully, producing more ooze indistinguishable from the mess he made. This time, he saw them for what they were—no lies or machinations from the mirror—and he embraced himself once more. Save for the one serving him most well, that one was laced with his special gift. And with most of it spent on his bathroom fixtures, Loukas decided to keep this bit for himself. If Hide couldn’t have it, no one else could. He snaked his tongue around the muscular organ, tasting his musk and bitter fluids, and drew it into his mouth. One day, he’d look down at a bed of curls and would be able to reach out and touch them.

[r0b0t-j0n3z]

mahki but humanized drawing that i wanted to sell on redbubble as a sticker before i realized it used paypal and i cannot figure out paypal for the life of me

[ausp-ice]

My part of an interaction trade with Aeolia, featuring Roan and Mahki! This is also an entry for the friends and bonds prompt. Mahki is having a grand time, asking Roan to throw it as far as she can. You can see Aeolia's part here. Personal Website | Discord Server | TWWM Tracker

[covesdadappreciation]

Step One: Mahki "Khi" Ledger (She/her) - Cis AFAB character - Lesbian

Character info below - Questions are always welcome. I'm posting the surface stuff, but I'll get more in depth with them after all characters get posted. You also may notice that my character have the same last name, I don't know why I do this.

Mahki is a tad shy in the beginning, unsure how she'll fit in with the kids in this little town. Once she meets Tamarack, she quickly feels secure and can't help herself but admire the red-eyed girl.

Mahki's a lively girl once she's comfortable in her surroundings and who she's with. She always has a witty comeback up her sleeve, or a bookmark, but tomato tomato. She's also the type to fix your grammar and spelling when you text her. She'll rave on and on about the books that she's reading that week, happy to let you borrow her favorites.

Mahki's determined to be a writer when she's older, and own 2 cats. She refuses to let anyone read her stories, so be honored if she offers a snippet of her writing, because who knows when the next time is she'll do that.

Little Mahki facts:

She and Tamarack write letters to each other

She gifts Tamarack silly socks

She hates hot chocolate. Anything chocolate in general. Her enemy.

[kunalkarankapoor]

"Mahki si inn saanson ko dhadkanon mein gholkar rakh le pyaar kee kist meri... Iss pal de panaah mujhe apne dil mein.. kar dun phir naam tere ye zist meri. Bhigaaye ruh tak ko meri ye tere baag-e-bahisht se baahon ke ghere... Surkh bhi ho jaaye aaj soz-e-ishq.. Bujhne de gar mujhe manzoor shikast meri."

"Kya pata ke mrugjal ka hi to sahraa tha... Bujhegi pyaas sochkar hi to thahraa tha. Peene ko ab baki rah gaye khaare paani... Chaahkar na chaahna..gam yahi to gahraa tha."

[mwebber]

hey yo love your blog, as i'm a fan of martian and the stan mahki wibbah you should listen to a podcast with him. I found on spotify https://open.spotify.com/episode/4VDf7N2HvuRRVQ79yC7A2D?si=bd5c636a7e01415f

never stop posting, thanks

ooh thank u for sending this along! i think i read a summary of the podcast somewhere (in the pink interview from 2018 for those who don't want to open the link lol), and i hear there's some interesting stuff in it esp about seb? if anybody can confirm that would be great 👀

the thing is, i have soo many podcasts on my to-listen list, but it's like. my least fav medium to try and pay attention to tbh 💀 idk maybe my brain is fucked from social media, but long lectures without a visual component are one of my most frustrating enemies i never know what anybody is saying and it's thru one ear and out the other LOL