#may marathi

[thegirlwholivesin-delusion]

Everyone I need you to please watch this video!!!

It's so good

[timetravellingkitty]

I just want to ask, what the actual fuck is going on in your anons 😭

blesseu & bless ‘em

Starting to think turning anon asks back on was a good idea

[sunnyvinayaknimhan202]

Sunny Nimhan - Advocate for Youth Empowerment, Pune's Leading Politician

Sunny Vinayak Nimhan is a strong advocate for youth empowerment, working with young entrepreneurs in Pune. He's a corporator of Pune and one of the most popular politicians in India. His focus includes sports development, women empowerment, and support for startup culture in Pune.

[playermagic23]

EXCLUSIVE: Nehha Pendse on May I Come In Madam? going off air, “Don’t know what went wrong” 

Nehha Pendse also spoke about her stint in the Marathi film June as an actress and producer and her career, which includes her work as a child artiste in shows like Hasratein.

EXCLUSIVE: Nehha Pendse on May I Come In Madam? going off air, “Don’t know what went wrong”

You recently had the second season of May I Come In Madam

We recently went off air. And the response was good in all honesty. I don’t know exactly what went wrong because the channel was also happy with the second season. But I guess they just have certain policies and things and we had to go off air. But it happened in a very friendly and amicable manner. I, obviously, felt bad that we went off air but then, that’s life.

You have done movies as well as television. Which medium are you more comfortable with?

I am comfortable in both the mediums. But obviously, when you are doing television, you have to let go of a lot of nuances. It’s like a mill and you just have to keep on delivering. That’s not the case with films. Films are a short-term commitment. There is a lot more nuance; performances and everything is nuanced. So that all you miss out when you are doing television but that’s the nature of the medium and you have to respect it.

You started off as a child artiste. I remember seeing you in the popular TV serial Hasratein in the 1990s. What do you feel when you think of those days?

It was a different era altogether, if I have to be honest with you. I think that was an era where a lot of importance was given to the nuances of the medium because we were not telecasting daily. We were telecasting weekly. The makers had all the time in the world to give quality content. But ever since the trend changed and we came down to daily consumption, all that went out of the window.

Now the consumer pattern is such that they don’t mind a compromised content which they want to see every day. So ultimately, we deliver what the consumer wants. They don’t want to wait for an entire week to see what happens in their favourite show. I think the nature now is more addictive where every single day at a single point and time they want to sit in front of the television and watch the show. So, that has its own ups and downs. It gives you a great power. I think television actors are now more powerful in terms of their popularity, which was not the case before. But the content has really taken a hit.

Your Marathi film June has been appreciated a lot. It also won you a Filmfare Award and the Best Actress award at the Pune International Film Festival (PIFF)

I have done a lot of commercial work in my life. I have a lot of work in my life as an actor. But I have received very few projects where I can prove the power of my craft. So, commercial projects don’t give you the opportunity to showcase your craft. June gave me the opportunity to showcase my talent as an actor and for people to see me in a different light. And it was my first film that got me a Filmfare (Award). It’s not easy to win a Filmfare. In that sense, that film did put me on the mark.

You also turned producer with June. Producing can be different challenge altogether. How was your experience as a producer?

Producing is a different ball game altogether. I feel an actor’s job is the easiest job in the field of entertainment because you are absolutely at the fag end of responsibility. You are only responsible for your performance. Everything is very centralized. When you are producing, you are a part of the project from day 1 to taking care of 10 departments at one time. It’s a very taxing and difficult responsibility, but I had collaborated with very some really great people, who made my journey extremely simple as a producer.

What is your take on the current situation of the Marathi film industry?

We have had some really successful films in Marathi. Things are looking very good. We had Jhimma 1 and 2. We have few more films that did very well. Things are looking very bright. 2022 was a very dull year for Marathi industry while 2023 was very good for Marathi and Hindi cinema. We had some really good blockbusters. Of course, ups and downs happen in every industry.

[marathicelebscom]

‘सिंधूताई माझी माई - चिंधी बनली सिंधू’ ! चिंधीच्या चरित्रगाथेचा नवा अध्याय होतोय सुरू

[paramountltd]

धन्य आहे ही महाराष्ट्राची माती कोटी कोटी नमन या पवित्र धरणीला |

महाराष्ट्र दिनाच्या हार्दिक शुभेच्छा !!

महाराष्ट्र दिवस मई 1

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Abhijeet - Ole Ole 1994

Abhijeet Bhattacharya is an Indian playback singer who primarily sings in Hindi Film Industry. Apart from Hindi, he has also sung in other languages including Bengali, Marathi, Nepali, Tamil, Bhojpuri, Punjabi, Odia and his native language Bengali both in West Bengal and Bangladesh. Abhijeet has sung 6034 songs in more than 1000 films. He was nominated for Forbes Popular 100 Indian Celebrity in the year 2014.

Yeh Dillagi (This Cheerfulness) is a 1994 Indian Hindi-language romantic comedy-drama film directed by Naresh Malhotra and produced by Yash Chopra. Based on the 1954 American film Sabrina, its story revolves on two brothers (Akshay Kumar and Saif Ali Khan) who fall in love with their family driver's daughter, Sapna (Kajol), a successful model. The film released on 6 May 1994, and emerged as a commercial success, grossing ₹10.8 crore against its ₹1.6 crore budget.

At the 40th Filmfare Awards, Yeh Dillagi received 4 nominations – Best Actor (Kumar), Best Actress (Kajol), Best Music Director (Dilip Sen, Sameer Sen) and Best Male Playback Singer (Abhijeet for the song "Ole Ole"). The film's soundtrack album contains seven songs composed by Dilip Sen-Sameer Sen. It became one of the top three best-selling Bollywood soundtrack albums of 1994, with 4.5 million sales. The song "Ole Ole", sung by Abhijeet was a hit at the music charts. "Ole Ole" was remixed for the 2020 film Jawaani Jaaneman.

"Ole Ole" received a total of 68,2% yes votes!

[srbachchan]

DAY 6086

Jalsa, Mumbai Oct 16, 2024/Oct 17 Wed/Thu 1:02 pm

🪔,

October 17 .. birthday greetings to Ef Yerishna Maharaj .. Ef Mohit Verma .. and Ef Vijayalakshmi Shetty (aka ‘Vijji’) .. 🙏🏻❤️🚩

the entire day of the yesterday was in the company of musicians and language experts .. Marathi, Bengali and Bhojpuri .. and the joy of being some kind of an .. what are they called .. when they speak several .. errr .. wait .. aah yes .. they are called polyglot .. 😁 !!

more than one is bilingual .. three is trilingual ..

polyglot comes from the greek word poly - several or multi .. and glot is language ..

गूगले महाशय ज़िंदाबाद !!!!!

so this was an experiment for a Pay company which responds in voice of transactions .. and they needed my voice for it ..

working still on the tone graph and style of the pronounce .. and hopefully it may , please, be accepted .. 😳

It's time for the प्राणायाम .. it's time for the वर्जिश .. and the breath and body is waiting .. 😂

cannot keep them in such state , so I leave .. to be on again here

Amitabh Bachchan

[scribble-bunnie]

I don't know if anyone has mentioned this before (probably, but maybe not) but the thing I was focusing on while everyone else was distracted by the chai tea scene is Pavitr saying Maya Auntie. Like, that's the Indian version of Aunt May. Maya. And I had like a brain whoosh moment because that is such a perfect name for her??

Maya means "affection/love". Isn't that what Aunt May is always symbolising in every version of Spiderman? She is always there giving him the love and affection of a parent. It's such a perfect name for her.

There's nothing related to this, but I also just wanted to put it out there in case it hasn't been said (it probably has). Pavitr means "pure/holy" and I think his name is also kinda suiting for him because of his enthusiasm and bright personality. His heart is pure. I love him!

Edit: I just want to add after clarifying with a friend that Maya means affection in Marathi, not Hindi (both languages used in Mumbai)

[asylumgarden2003]

Learning Languages

Hey! It's Anastasia! I'll teach you how to learn languages, coming from someone who can speak 6 languages, understand 7, and currently learning 2!

Languages I know: 𓉸ྀི english 𓉸ྀི french 𓉸ྀི hindi 𓉸ྀི gujarati 𓉸ྀི marathi 𓉸ྀི hebrew

Languages I understand: 𓉸ྀི all of the above 𓉸ྀི spanish

Language I'm learning: 𓉸ྀི west Frisian 𓉸ྀི italian

How To Start Off With Languages:

𓉸ྀི Find a language you actually want to learn. Motivation is a big thing with language learning. 𓉸ྀི If you find language learning harder, I would suggest finding a language that is closer to the one you speak the most. For example, you may want to try Portuguese if you speak Spanish.

Side note: If you guys would like, I can do a separate post on this.

How To Study A Language:

𓉸ྀི Document your progress! Make your own dictionary with phonetics you can look back on! Write the alphabet, words and sentences you have learned 𓉸ྀི As we all know, Duolingo is a great app for language learning but, Drops is super helpful too! 𓉸ྀི Practice with your friends and watch YouTubers who teach you the language! Repeat after them! 𓉸ྀི Find a TV SHOW/MOVIE you have already watched! Now watch it in the language you're learning! Really helps if it is a show/movie for kids. Like a Disney movie! 𓉸ྀི Learn slang. It's fun!

How To Study While Busy:

𓉸ྀི As a student, I get super busy with homework. I try my best to at least do ONE lesson on Duolingo or Drops daily. 𓉸ྀི I try to translate some of the words I know from my homework into another language. Ex. Drama = Drame (French) Ex. Biology = Biologie (French)

How To Study Multiple Language At Once:

𓉸ྀི As a victim of this, PLEASE don't do this. Even knowing so many languages, I feel overwhelmed that I'm trying to learn two languages simultaneously. Stick to one, move to the next after you've mastered the first.

Thank you so much for reading. We appreciate every like, comment, reblog and follow. Please do follow us for more study, glow-up, and fashion content!

Love, Anastasia

[pavitrsgf]

“Say you’ll stay, never be severed”

➤ pairing: pavitr prabhakar x reader

➤ warnings: fem reader sorry ;(, my grammar isn’t the greatest + not proofread lol, no use of y/n. there are some marathi words also translations may not be right: bhau is like bro, shonu means like pure gold/god gift, mūrkha means foolish/stupid, sakhya means companion

➤ synopsis: word vomit about a fluff friends2lovers w pavitr, he also tells you about being spiderman

➤ w.c: 3,159

Your page filled with meaningless doodles as the teacher droned on in front of you, your mind not entirely focused on the present. Seated beside you was your best friend since before you could even remember, Pavitr Prabhakar.

You’d known him for so long, you don’t think you remember a single memory where he wasn’t with you. Whether it be him physically there or his voice, he’s there. Like when your first (serious) heartbreak happened during your pre-adolescence time, you had called him over immediately and he was there to comfort you. He had dropped everything to help you, his soft whispers in your ear that you “deserved better than him”, calling him many colourful words in a (successful) attempt to make you laugh. Your reminiscing session comes to a short end as you hear Pavitr’s bored tapping on the desk, his eyes nothing short of unamused as the teacher says words that go through one ear and out the other.

His tapping creates a nice rhythm that soon becomes a little too repetitive to you, so your solution is to grab and hold his hand gently to stop it. His hand feels warm against yours, his palm slightly rough from working hard. You play with his hand, moving it around, preferring to observe him than listen to whatever your teacher says. Your fingers travel along his hand, tracing his knuckles and playing around with them, comparing hands and accidentally cracking a few of his knuckles by your roughness. His giggles when you do make you smile, he tries to keep it down, but the smile is evident on his face as he copies down notes. He looks unbothered, but comfortable with your presence.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, he was trying so, so hard to not confess to you right then and there.

Pavitr was naturally perceptive, he was very good at reading people and observed them easily. Yet, he couldn’t tell if you liked him. Sometimes, you would do all these things that couples do like sitting on his lap, intertwining your hand with his, walking so close that your shoulders brush his with each step, laughing so hard at an unfunny joke he made, making him believe that he might have a chance, but then you would switch up and call him something like “bhau” that makes him backtrack in all his theories that you may like him back. He prided himself on knowing you well, of being observant yet he couldn’t figure out your feelings for him. Either way, he felt flustered when you would initiate physical affection, like now. As he finished his notes with one free hand, he looked over to your figure that was focused entirely on his hand. It felt oddly intimate, considering the mundaneness of the action.

You looked so endearing, a few strands of hair fell forward into your eyes, he loved merely watching you and seeing your beauty. Your eyes that held your emotions, the bridge of your nose that he wanted to trace over and over—

His thoughts are disrupted as a bell signals the end of the day and your eyes snap forward as you realize how long you had zoned out, just holding his hand. You and Pavitr speed up to collect your belongings and get out of class as fast as possible.

As you walk out together, Pavitr’s mind isn’t truly with you. His thoughts focus solely on how close you are, your shoulders touch and your hands are tightly linked together. A small smile on his face as he accepts every small affection you give towards him and his memory fades to the first time he realized how in love with you he was.

It was winter, you and him bundled up in heavy and weighted blankets on his bed as you watched silly movies and laughed at them. You were focused on laughing at the bad CGI and unrealistic physics, smiling with teeth and making sure Pavitr was looking.

His arm was behind your neck, serving as a small pillow for you and your warmth radiated to him. It was as if winter didn’t exist and he let himself be lost in you. Your nose scrunches up at the inaccuracy in the movie as you remark something else that the director probably exaggerated, explaining how it wouldn’t work out in real life. He looks at your lips as they move and realize how much he just wants to kiss them.

“—so stupid. Like, how hard is it to search something up?” You exclaim, your hands moving as you talk. He chuckles at your enthusiasm and he thinks about how much he loves every part of you. Every single nook and cranny of yours, he wants to explore. He wants to know what you’re thinking right now as you’ve gone silent while still glaring at the screen in front of you. He wants to spend every second of his future by your side. He then realizes, that’s how he has felt his whole life. He’s wanted to be yours, to be the one to hold your heart and keep it safe, he wanted you to be his. Protect you and love you, that’s all he’s wanted to do since he had the ability to comprehend emotions. He has a dazed, but fading smile as he thinks of possible consequences for his feelings while you continue watching.

Your voice brings him back to reality and you’re alarmingly close to parting ways as your house is in view and he panics, he always seems to have a hard time separating from you. Though, it’s inevitable and he knows it.

“Bye, Pav.” Your voice sounds soft and your hands linger as if you don’t want to leave either and for a second, he lets himself believe you like him back. For merely a second.

He smiles back, and reluctantly begins to say his farewells when you continue speaking, “Do you wanna come in?” you have a hopeful smile and eyes filled with happiness and how could he ever refuse you?

You two walk by the kitchen, up your stairs and into your bedroom. You hadn’t actually planned on doing anything with Pavitr when you invited him in so you started on some of your homework, knowing you’d be content just knowing he was around you.

He gets comfortable on your bed beside you, scrolling on his phone instead as he usually preferred to finish his homework during class.

A few hours pass and you’d changed from doing homework to braiding your best friend’s hair as you two watch some indie film to pass the time together. Your hands repeat the motion of putting part over another, it’s almost therapeutic for the both of you.

Pavitr always loved when you braided or played with his hair, it was always calming to him and he was so, so close to sleep when his spidey senses went off, alerting him there was a threat in Mumbattan.

He tensed up, coming up with a quick lie to tell you, eventually ending up with, “Sorry, shonu, Maya Auntie needs me,” he holds up his phone and pretends to be shocked at the non-existent message.

You’re disappointed, you wanted to spend more time with him, but you know you can’t spend every second with him. “Tell her I said hi,” you smile and he smiles back, grabbing his things quickly before rushing down the stairs and to his house to get his suit.

Pavitr is positively panicking. After he had gone to his house, after he had left you, that villain wanna-be decided to try and defeat Spiderman instead of just focusing on his rather unsuccessful robbing. The random villain had terrible coordination, but forceful hits. He wasn’t winning by any means, no one could beat Spiderman, but Pavitr would probably gain a few nasty scratches and bruises from the fight. His webs shooting out and trying to capture him while also evading more swings at him.

As he stepped on the edge of a roof, the part he stood on had cracked and for a split-second, his spidey senses went off, but he couldn’t turn around in time and had gotten pushed into the wall, scratches littered across his body.

Feeling fed up with how much the fight had dragged on, he quickly captured the villain and once he knew the police were there and would take care of anything, he tried to swing back home. Unfortunately, his torso and arms then prevented him from doing so and he let out a small curse as he knew he was too far from his house to try walking there, every part of him hurt. His luscious hair was slightly dishevelled and heavily matted with blood and debris scattered everywhere. He looked around in the cold night, looking for somewhere he could rest for the night. His eyes moved around before catching sight of your house, he figured it wouldn’t be too weird going into your bedroom as Spiderman. He failed to remember how weird it would be to have a vigilante show up at your house, injured. Also that he hadn’t told you he was Spiderman yet.

You were laying in bed, ears filled with the quiet sound of your music in your room. A slight expression of despair was painted on your face, you’d texted Pavitr earlier in the day. He hadn’t responded and was leaving you on delivered for a few hours, leading you to think the worst. Your overthinking may have taken control, anything logical or reasonable was thrown out the window.

Speaking of which, a singular knock sounded at it. Your face twisted in confusion, who would knock at this time of night?

You checked your phone for any message indicating someone you might know was at your window and slowly creeped towards it. As you didn’t find any messages from your friends, you became suspicious until you looked at who was outside.

Spiderman. Spiderman was outside your goddamn bedroom window.

It took you a moment to process it was him, a million questions running through your brain like why was he there, what does he want from you, before you realized that it’d probably be a little rude to be leaving him in the cold, alone. You hastily unlocked the window and moved out the way to help him in.

As he clumsily climbed into your window, he looked around. Pavitr always loved being in your room, anything relating to you he enjoyed, really. He then remembered, in this moment, he wasn’t Pavitr to you. He was Spiderman. He looked at you awkwardly, trying to figure out what your shocked expression meant as well as what to say to justify being in your bedroom.

You stared right back at him, eyes wide and lips parted slightly in surprised. You didn’t know what to say, so you observed him instead which is when you saw the state of his hair, messy and blood tangled within. You had also noticed the rips in his torso and the dried blood and debris around it.

You and him spoke at the same time, “So,”

“I’m-” He was about to apologize, it felt rude not to do so.

You smiled awkwardly and were about to let him continue, since you know, he’s spiderman, but he insisted you go first. He seemed very respectful. “Do you, uh,” You started speaking, trying to figure out how to articulate the thoughts in your foggy brain. “Need help cleaning up?” you suggested.

Spiderman immediately began shaking his head, he already felt bad for imposing like this, he couldn’t ask for more of your kindness. He smiled and responded, “No thank you, sakhya,” You raise your brow at that, “it’ll heal in the morning.” He wasn’t wrong, but wasn’t entirely right. It’d probably heal, just not very well without proper care, but he supposed it wouldn’t be too bad.

You were stubborn, though. You couldn’t just let Spiderman bleed without doing anything, so you just shook your head and told him so, “I can’t let you just bleed and get an infection or whatever. That’s mūrkha,” He started to protest and you shushed him, immediately telling him to sit on your bed as you went to your bathroom to get some medical supplies.

Pavitr sat on the very edge of the bed. Although he’d been in your bed countless of times, in more comfortable situations, he felt weird about doing that as Spiderman. He again looked at your room like he’d never been in it before, looking at the photos of you and him strung up everywhere. Your room was decorated with the idea to make your personality shine though, he knew that was true especially because of that one deep talk on that random autumn night. He thought it was nice.

Soon, you came back with probably more medical care than he needed. Still, it never hurt to be overprepared with this kind of thing. You didn’t know where to start, his injuries seemed overwhelming and every single one seemed worse than the other.

You decided on doing the ones on his torso first, his mask was slightly ripped and although you wanted to badly fix the injuries on his face, fix his hair, he probably kept his identity a secret for a reason.

He leaned back as you started gently dabbing some vaseline on his torso, he flinched at the feeling. You felt oddly close to him in the moment, feeling familiar with him as if you had known him for years, though you’d never had an interaction with him before this. Merely watching news on him, admiring him.

You put some more ointment and then gauze on the more serious injuries, wrapping around his waist tightly which caused him to wince and you to whisper a small sorry, before you continued with helping him clean up. You grabbed some bandaids, seeing some small scratches on his arm and put some ointment on before sticking a bandaid on top. Gently patting it just to make sure it stayed, the real reason was you just wanted an excuse to touch him, it felt nice for an odd, unknown reason.

Once you were sure he had no other injuries on his body, you needed to treat the ones on his face. You were apprehensive, but spoke anyways, “Can you take off your mask?” At his bewildered expression, at least you think he’s shocked considering his eyes seemed to widen, you explain, “I need to treat your wounds,”

At that, Pavitr panics. He hates lying to you, but he isn’t sure he can reveal his identity to you. He thinks of ways to excuse it, but he knows you’re stubborn more than anything. Everything seems to slow down in the moment, time feels like it stops and it feels like an impossible ten years as he reaches up and takes his time pulling off his mask. He prepares himself for the words you might spew at him, would you still see him the same? Doubts overshadow the logical and reasonable part of his brain that tells him that you probably wouldn’t hate him for eternity.

When his mask is fully off, you take a moment to look at him. You cannot comprehend the sight infront of you.

Pavitr Prabhakar is Spiderman.

Your best friend is Spiderman, the masked vigilante that roams around your city. Pavitr, the guy you’d known since you could remember, the one you call when you need comfort, is Spiderman. There are so many things going through your brain, like remembering that one time Pavitr showed up to school with a bad bruise on his face, coincidentally the morning after Spiderman had gotten hit in the same spot with a pole, realizing that the reason he would abruptly leave when you two were hanging out were because a villain was on the loose. You cannot believe you knew Spiderman all along.

He stares at your expression, unable to really make something of it. He knows you’re shocked, but are you mad? Are you disappointed in him? Do you hate him? He suddenly feels the need to apologize for everything wrong he’s ever done.

Your mouth opens and closes, trying to figure out what to say to something like this. You still love him of course, but you feel so scared that the guy you’re in love with has life threatening fights nearly everyday, risking so much for Mumbattan. Your breath seems to disappear.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He says your special nickname he made for you when you were younger and innocent children. He jumbles words, seemingly saying whatever comes to mind and his mouth won’t work as fast as his brain. He seems close to tears as he continues rambling, “—please, don’t leave me, I’ll—” he gets interrupted by you,

“Woah, what? Is that what you really thought would happen?” You feel a little hurt by that, even though you know subconsciously he was probably just so very scared of losing you, you’d never think of him like that. There was nothing that could make you leave him.

He starts fidgeting, “Well..” he trails off. He hopes you know he didn’t mean harm, he just wasn’t sure. Being Spiderman was complicated.

You smile a bittersweet smile at him, still sort of sad he would think of something like that, “We've been by each other's sides for years, you really think I'm gonna leave now?” You remind him of all the weak moments in his life, in yours and remembers that you’re there in all of them. Comforting him and him comforting you. You gently cradle his face and he feels so warm and you make him feel so safe that he can’t help it when he says,

“I love you,” He doesn’t realize what he said until he sees your expression, he thinks for that slight second that he just made it weird again, that you really won’t let this one slide, until he feels your soft lips against his. A soft kiss and he feels nice. It feels like you’re taking care of him and he relaxes in your touch.

When you pull away, he chases your lips and you giggle. You press your foreheads together and whisper, like you’re sharing a secret, like it’s only you and him in the world right now, “I love you too,” and he plays with your hair as he leans in for another kiss and another.

The kisses shared between you two are full of gentleness and giggles, you go to touch his hair and you then remember the reason he even came to you in the first place.

“Go clean up, your hair is a mess and I still need to fix your wounds.” He chuckles and does what you say. For the first time since he became Spiderman, he feels so relaxed.

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

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Name: Natasha (Nana) Burrie Afiona, Natasha, Nana. Whatever you please

Gender: Female, she/her, Bisexual //not really but my OC is//

Age: 17

Languages: English, Bengali, Urdu, Hindi, Russian, Marathi, Korean (But I get progressively worse as the list goes down)

Likes: Crocheting, knitting, weaving, cooking. Scrolling on tumblr

Dislikes: Eating, studying

Height: 5 foot 2 baby

"Adoptive" Family: @/that-punk-from-brooklyn @/white-wolf-actually

"Adaptive" family (Friends): @official-buckybarnes @fluffycows4life @we-love-redwing @gwen-stacy-earth616 @serenastark-official @rider-axel-s-at-everything

Powers: Phasing through objects, teleporting throughout the multiverse, Invisibility, teleportation.

Weaknesses: Cannot warp if she is standing on ground. If she wants to warp through places with someone they have to jump and be off ground or they'll be left behind and only she'll warp. If her concentration breaks while phasing through objects she will immediately die from being impaled.

//Will use //x// or [[x]] when speaking Ooc//

Backstory: I was originally born to be a test subject. Just another lab rat for C70. Hydra's alternative in my universe. They tested on me for nine years, since I turned 2 and tried getting me to work on this "project see-through". It was a test to get their troops into other universes, obviously for "World domination". They thought I was a failure again but I actually succeded. They threw me out... no litterally, like in a body bag expecting me to die of suffocation but since I wasn't a failed test I could warp out of there!

Sudden disappearance: I was gone on a mission for (shhh don't tell anyone) RusselViper. Somewhat like S.H.I.E.L.D but a bit more... let's say righteous? S.H.I.E.L.D has a history of hiding things don't they? Anyway. I work there and have been working there for like the past... three years? They sent me on a mission for five months and your girl slayed it. Now I'm back in business.

Current situation: I got adopted by two people. Since I am old enough to actually live on my own I do. I live with Rider sometimes at his. He's like... 19 idk... idr. And we are the bestest of friends, he's dating this certain someone who I can not take the name of cuz he'll kill me... but yeah everything else is good. We live in New York pretty simple house. Not really many distractions but he also has a house in Romania so I go there like... a lot.

RusselViper: Normally it would be recognised as a snake... a random snake right? But to me it's like a home of some sort. They take in Minors and work with them. No one above the age of 19 is allowed to join, you may only join if you are 13 and older but below 18. They do this because most organisations don't really take in kids... do they? Anyway so less of an opportunity to have breach ins or black sheep's inside the facility. They have multiple headquarters and most of them aren't even in a hidden position. Out in the wild training the future.

Why?: One of the trainees in there reached out to me after hearing I have powers, they thought I could help them in the more serious missions. Turns out I could. Well not every single one but being able to do one-man or in my case one-woman extracts? It was a blessing.

Face claim

[[Pic not mine]]

//Very weird how alike we look? My face is just more round//

[the-great-tiger-of-mumbai]

//Other things you can headcanon around your favorite boxers besides their favorite cereals, video games, shoe sizes, trans and gender, ships, Pokemon, etc:

Their favorite places to go within their birth cities.

Their favorite locally made movies (as in made in their country).

Their favorite local celebrities (from their own countries).

Their favorite local dishes (from their own countries).

The foreign country they want to go and why.

What other languages they can speak (that is not English or the featured language in the game).

Yes, there is a pattern here.

Part of why I absolutely love Punch-Out!! as a game series is how the boxers are internationally represented, even through national stereotypes. But national stereotypes can be fun and even embraced--as a Californian, I embrace Super Macho Man with all my heart. And you can indulge in stereotypes WITHOUT being racist.

I love Great Tiger in particular of all the Punch-Out!! boxers is because his stats and character themes suggest a very interesting background--no Hindu or Vedic imagery, even WITH clones (no multi-heads or arms imagery; the closest you get is Tiger connecting with nature and space), the building he was floating out of appears to be a gurdwara, the composer of his music is Punjabi, and though he comes from Mumbai, he speaks Hindi (when he could have spoken Marathi or Punjabi instead). Not to mention in the NES, Doc Louis has told Little Mac that Tiger's father was a magician. So there is SO much material to work with beyond just his clones.

I know folks are not willing to go the extra mile to do their research, or that research bores them to tears, but I still recommend going that extra mile on your headcanons of your favorite boxers. Glass Joe is not a 15 year old American high schooler, he's a 38 year old Frenchman. Von Kaiser is 42 and from Berlin. Soda is 35 and from Moscow. The headcanons are there, waiting, open for the filling.

It's an invitation to explore, not to avoid. It may feel like much, but trust me on this. Consider this your excuse to visit Madrid with Don Flamenco, who'll be more than happy to take you to other parts of Spain like Zaragoza, Sevilla, Pamplona, and Barcelona. Let Glass Joe talk your ears off on the beautiful fields of Province. Take in the sobering experiences of Von Kaiser living in post-WWII/Cold War Berlin.

If this doesn't help you fall more in love with your favorite boxers, then.... I don't know. You do you. You make your own fun. I'm just sad and lonely in my old people corner, lmao.

[thegleamingmoon]

सुंदर तें ध्यान उभे विटेवरी ।

कर कटावरी ठेवोनियां ॥१॥

Beautiful is that vision/thought (of Vitthala) standing on the brick with his hands

तुळसी हार गळां कांसे पीताम्बर ।

आवडे निरंतर तेंचि रूप ॥२॥

Adorned with Tulasi garlands and Pitaambara. I am always fond of his form.

मकरकुंडलें तळपती श्रवणीं ।

कंठीं कौस्तुभमणि विराजित ॥३॥

He adorns his ears with fish-like earrings. The kaustubha gem rests around his neck.

तुका ह्मणे माझें हेंचि सर्व सुख ।

पाहीन श्रीमुख आवडींने ॥४॥

Thus, Tuka says, this is all my happiness (that I seek)

I will behold his auspicious visage with great joy.

- Saint Tukaram.

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Wishing everyone a prosperous and blessed Ashadhi Ekadashi. May Vitthala and Rakhumai always be with you. This composition by Saint Tukaram resonates with each and every devotee who seeks their joy in Vitthala / Naryana. I have tried to translate it as precisely as I could with whatever little knowlege of Marathi that I have. You can let me know if I have made a mistake somewhere.

🐚🪷 ।। रामकृष्ण हरी ।। 🪷🐚

[blueshistorysims]

September 1928, Edinburgh, Scotland

Once a week, Samira took tea with a group of Marathi women living in Edinburgh, either due to having Scottish husbands or their families having immigrated for work. Two of them were Christians, and the other two were members of the same merchant caste that Samira’s family belonged to. It was here where she felt the most at home, being able to speak in her native tongue without looks or judgment. They often gossiped and told stories heard from family members back home and spoke things they would never be allowed to say publicly. They were the only grown Marathi women in Edinburgh, so a close kinship had formed.

In fact, they were the first people she told when she learned she was pregnant. Obviously, she told them the same day she was planning to her husband—not her fault he worked long hours. They all cheered, happy for the youngest of their group, and eagerly began spilling advice and warnings just like her aunts did while she was home. 

Montgomery took the news differently. He was delighted, yes, but she could see fear in his eyes, even if it was only there for a moment. They had talked about having children, and while he’d never been averse to the idea, it’d never been an enthusiastic yes. 

Later in the night, while they lay on their sofa, watching the fire roar, Samira decided to confront him. What was he so afraid of?

“Why do you fear having a child?”

Montgomery choked up in surprise. “Fear? I’ve—what’s given ya the notion that I am?”

“Unlike you, I have good eyesight. I can see when someone is afraid, even if it is momentarily. Do you fear that you will be a poor father?”

“No, not that,” he admitted, sitting up and looking straight at her. “...What if… the bairn’s like me?” He whispered, staring into the orange flames. 

“Intelligent with poor eyesight?”

He buried his face into his hands. “I ain’t teasin’. I ken there’s somethin’ wrong with me. I’m a bloody doctor. It’s not normal to randomly wake up wantin’ to kill yaself for no fuckin’ reason. There’s somethin’ wrong with me head, I dinna ken what, but… I’m scared. I don’t want our wee bairn to go through what I have. Me parents… they didn’t ken what to do ‘bout it. Wouldn’t leave me room for days. Spent six months in a sanatorium when I was a lad, just after I turned sixteen. Part of why I became a doctor. No one should go to a hellhole like that.”

“Oh, Montgomery,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. “Even if our baby has your melancholia, it will be much different than what you went through. You may not approve, but with my money, we can afford the best care in the world.”

“I ken yer right,” he mumbled. 

“There’s something else, isn’t there?” Samira asked, pulling him up so she could kiss him gently.

He nodded as his wife gathered him into her arms, and he closed his eyes. “...Edeline was pregnant when she died. We’d only found out a week before she got sick. She was near two months when she passed. No one else knew.” Montgomery smiled sadly. “She was convinced the bairn was a lad. Wanted to name him Bernard—that was her grandfather’s middle name. We’d call him Bernie for short. …He’d be nine years old now.”

She sighed, shutting her eyes and looking up. “If you’re worried about something happening to me, it won’t. Oh darling, everything will be alright. We have each other, and I know you will be the greatest father a child could ask for.”

[fishingaqualife]

Pike conger”, “conger eel”, and “daggertooth pike conger” are the various terms used to describe the special delicacy commonly known as pike conger (hamo in Japanese). In Japan, this dish is highly valued and treasured due to its rarity and the difficulty involved in preparing it.

The daggertooth pike conger (Muraenesox cinereus) also known as the darkfin pike eel in Australia, to distinguish it from the related pike-eel (Muraenesox bagio), is a species of eel in the pike conger family, Muraenesocidae. They primarily live on soft bottoms in marine and brackish waters down to a depth of 800 m (2,600 ft), but may enter freshwater.They commonly grow to about 1.5 m (4.9 ft) in length,but may grow as long as 2.2 m (7.2 ft).Daggertooth pike congers occur in the Red Sea, on the coast of the northern Indian Ocean, and in the West Pacific from Indochina to Japan.

The mottled eel(Anguilla bengalensis), also known as the African mottled eel, the Indian longfin eel, the Indian mottled eel, the long-finned eel or the river eel, is a demersal, catadromous eel in the family Anguillidae.It is a tropical, freshwater eel which is known from East Africa, Bangladesh, Andaman Islands, Mozambique, Malawi, Sri Lanka, Sumatra, and Indonesia and recently from Madagascar.

Anguilla bengalensis bengalensis, the Indian mottled eel, is a subspecies of eel in the genus Anguilla. It is found throughout the Indian subcontinent and neighbouring regions including the East Indies.The Indian mottled eel is valued as a food fish. The mucus of this eel is used in a medicine for arthritis. It is known by numerous common names in the native languages of the regions it inhabits. In Telugu, it is known as “Bommidayalu.” In Malayalam, it is known as "Mananjil." In Nepali, it is known as "Raj Baam." In Marathi, it is known as "Vaamb." In Tamil, it is known as "vealangu meen". In Bengali it is known as Baam maach or Tambu maach.

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