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waitingformyfavoritesongs · 1 year

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4:04 am pdt 4 April 2023 Tuesday martest

today is UCB birthday? I missed the counting crows performing there Bcz I went back home bcz Q requested that I come back to celebrate other people’s birthdays. I wish I saw it. I wish I stayed. 4:07 am pdt

if a lot of people are committing suicide they are probably having a hard time. Maybe the same as me? I wonder if I am too unrealistic. Too many (acid pain in brain 🧠💀 skull 4:09 am pdt) Disney movies and romantic comedies. Too much wanting to believe in soulmates stuff and that maybe Mother Nature would pair us up evenly and would be like a Mariah Carey Christmas wish song. Could life be really completely nice like that or is it all too good to be true? 4:12 am pdt one of the incubus’ fans Instagram stories put stuff up with video clips of him with a voice over asking what’s a soulmate? I don’t know why s/he did that. I would like very much to (acid right arm pain 4:14 am pdt) have a soulmate. But when I thought of this before I thought maybe people can be flexible and rational and really find friendships with the opposite s*x and settle and be happy enough with that. Do bachelor/bachelorette party dating stuff. I think incubus is punishing me for questioning him and what’s possible. Which is not fair. Bcz I started having doubts. Again. About him. Who he really is. What he’s really all about. I guess this Brendan lean and Melissa cuen stuff will never be revealed and he really intends to leave me here and kill me. I can’t stop him or make him (brain weird pain I don’t like 4:19 am pdt) I have the eerie feeling that he doesn’t care about all the people committing suicide and that I can’t breathe for years most of the time and that I’m almost out of bones. I feel like he’s trying to dupe me. I feel that he is really a bad guy. He only likes pretty girls. He hates ugly girls. He thinks I’m an ugly girl. He probably hates Asians. He hates anyone who doesn’t look more like him. I think that really is him. That’s his real self. 4:23 am pdt him and his miñions. They are all bad, and really talented at looking like they’re (acid left arm pain 4:23 am pdt) good. They don’t care if little girls get raped and if any woman gets raped. Incubus likes raping women. He doesn’t believe in soulmates. He only likes what makes his d*ck go up. He is heinous. And he’s probably proud about it and arrogant. He will justify doing whatever he wants whenever he wants. He’s really hiding that underneath it all. I’m scared. 4:26 am pdt

4:34 am pdt if I believe him, pain. If I start doubting him, pain. He has given me no reason to believe him. 4:35 am

im only a tool. A tool for what? Save face. Bcz he needs slaves. 4:37 am pdt

5:59 am pdt incubus /miñion burned my skin of my whole torso minutes ago. 6 am pdt I’m tired. He/they like to torture people. Probably even if they have been physically hard working, only to give surgeons something to do. I think he likes torturing me and everyone. 6:02 am pdt

6:03 6:04 am pdt there’s no truth to anything he says. He probably raped little girls.

6:07 am pdt we (left hip pain) should be cautious about believing any of his family stuff. He is most likely coercive . Holding people hostage. He is heinous and phony. He is all about saving his own face at the expense of others sanity. Bcz he’s a liar. 6:10 am pdt

6:14 am pdt I wonder if he’s really “Brendan” and used me as a whore in 2001? 6:15 am pdt cheap thrills? Or maybe he raped girls younger than me in 2001? 6:17 am pdt

6:17 am pdt I have to wonder Bcz Anne V. Is a year younger than me. But maybe he went to younger than Anne v. In his incubus form in 2001? It was reported in an article that they also had s*x. 6:19 am pdt maybe he even went for my 14 year old sister? Or maybe even younger? Bcz in begin again he rolled around with Kiera knightly and my sister looks like her? Not to mention mim, the character he cheats with on Greta, the name is close to the nickname of my older sister, Mimi. 6:22 am pdt so incubus what’s with all the hints? And the physical torture? 6:23 am pdt what are you trying to pull here? “Why won’t you answer me the solace is slowly killing me” 🎼🎶🎼🎵🎤🎸

6:25 am pdt acid hot burning my right s cheek. Hot air exhaling. Difficulty breathing. 6:26 am pdt

6:27 am pdt Mimi is half Japanese.

6:28 am pdt I bet he incubus raped my sister when she was 14 years old in 2001. 6:29 am pdt he has to try really hard to make himself look good even though his work as incubus proves himself otherwise. 6:30 am pdt

6:30 am pdt you want to rub it in my face that I’m not perfect that you have to go and give a BIG hint that you raped my sister probably when she was 14 years old? I think she was already wearing thing underwear when she was 14 years old. Maybe you liked 14 year old Kiera knightly doppelgänger ass. 6:32 am pdt but you had to fake me out by doing phone s*x with me, Bcz it wouldn’t look good to everyone else but you couldn’t help yourself but flaunt you did such weird things like that. 6:33 am pdt

6:34 am pdt miñion you cannot be in such denial of BIG blatant hints like that movie. 6:35 am pdt stop burning my *ss.

6:38 am pdt incubus changed THONG underwear to thing. 6:40 am pdt you’d rather make good and prove you raped a 14 year old than a 16 year old. OKAY! That’s what begin again is all about. THANKS. 6:41 am pdt

6:42 am pdt it’s NOT funny that she mentioned that movie b4 I got the chance to see it, too. So it’s like maybe she knew but didn’t know at the same time. WEIRD. Maybe she didn’t realize the WHY part. Bcz she didn’t know that incubus was “Brendan” the catfish. 6:44 am pdt

6:45 am pdt don’t like you incubus. Stop showing your fake-*ss child raping face to me. 6:46 am pdt

6:47 am pdt it’s like every video he makes is to remind himself what he did with who. 6:47 am pdt

6:48 am pdt I think incubus is blocking people from reading this post Bcz it’s true. He is only really trying to screw me over to kill me. He is not good in any way. He is filthy and a liar. I can NEVER believe there are good people EVER AGAIN!!!! 6:51 am pdt

7:14 am pdt difficulty breathing. Greta.. is that short for regret ta? Ta as in goodbye???? Regret saying goodbye? Bcz you liked raping 14 year old girls when you were 22 years old???? Ew. 7:16 am pdt

7:18 am pdt she’s a Leo ♌️. He probably didn’t wait until she turned 14 years old. She was probably still 13 years old when he started. Ew. 7:19 am pdt

7:20 7:21 am pdt can’t breathe 😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😤😤🥵

7:22 am pdt friendly unicorn 🦄 begin again. 😖😭🤢

7:23 am pdt Romeo and Juliet. 7:24 am pdt

7:25 am pdt 7:26 am pdt hand tattoos: true love. Leonardo di caprio movie. 🎥 britannica encyclopedia website Juliet is given the age of 13 years old. Ugh 🤦‍♀️ Can’t breathe 😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵🥵😤😤🥵 7:28 am pdt he’s proud of himself for it. 7:29 am pdt

1:19 pmpdt incubus tried to break the last of my hip bone 🦴 right side a minute ago. He is corrupt. He has no intentions of saving anyone unless they are young and beautiful like in the Nicholas cage movie 🎥 when they only bring children. That’s probably why Donald trump separated immigrants parents from their children 👶. Bcz incubus is this corrupt. It looks like I don’t even have bots 🤖 anymore. Even the bots 🤖 found this post disturbing. Incubus is that bad. And he’s that good at pretending to be good. 1:22 pmpdt I don’t believe incubus is good. I believe he’s bad. Corrupt. I will never believe him. They have always conducted themselves this way. Don’t believe they will ever improve. They always will be deceitful. If you are old, he will get rid of you. If you are ugly, he will get rid of you. But if you are heinous, rich 🤑, and beautiful like him? I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ Bcz if you’re like him then it’s easier to get away with anything he wants. You won’t stand in his way. No matter what? ☹️😖😭😞 good for you!

1:29 pmpdt acid pain right arm left hip bone 🦴 pain even on a bigger planet 🌎 I predict it is always going to be the same, but if you’re rich 🤑 I guess you don’t have to worry? Unless you’re a woman 👩🏼.... expect to be thrown out like trash 🗑 when he’s bored of you or you’re 30 years old. 1:31 pmpdt I will never have faith in incubus again. NEVER 👎. 1:32 pmpdt acid left butt cheek pain. I imagine if there are people already in the big new earth 🌍 maybe 🤔 there are a lot of teenagers and children 👶. 😞. I don’t believe that anything is possible anymore. It doesn’t work out in my mind. It doesn’t look possible. 1:35 pmpdt 1:36 I don’t believe. 1:37 pmpdt

1:43 pmpdt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ what happened with the immigrant situation when they separated children and parents. But if incubus wanted it I imagine Donald trump did it Bcz incubus wanted it done. 1:45 pmpdt

1:46 pmpdt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ what his plans are he is always lying 🤥 to me. He hurt 😞 me a lot. I don’t believe he is capable of loving 🥰 me or anyone. 1:48 pmpdt

1:49 pmpdt his family likes lying 🤥 to me, even if they cross that line in lying 🤥 that no one should. I don’t believe I’m anyone’s wife. I don’t care what they think 💭. It’s heinous to put me in a vulnerable position and try to toy 🧸 with the soft parts of my heart ♥️. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ who he’s trying to manipulate if he’s trying to convince others of this lie. What does he stand to gain for lying 🤥 like that? Is he trying to manipulate current 12 year olds in to falling in love 😻 with him? And then he kills me and says it’s not his fault? And asks them to mourn with him? At a concert 🎵 ? And then takes them to a secret room and rapes them??? We don’t know what he’s capable of!!! (Left eye 👁 feels like someone puts lotion 🧴 in it it burns 🔥 difficulty breathing acid burn 🔥 ass flesh and bone 🦴 you d*ck!!!) must be true Bcz they retaliate and toyed with me all my life. 1:59 pmpdt

2:08 pmpdt 2:09 pmpdt I don’t believe. I don’t believe. I don’t believe. I don’t believe. I don’t believe. I don’t believe. I don’t believe. 2:10 pmpdt

2:30 🕝 pmpdt I (acid pain on *ss 😖😭😞 this is the end of my *ss! 😫🥵) 2:31 pmpdt I don’t believe that they believe in soulmates. I believe they like to s*xualize children 👶 Bcz life is short and they really believe in polygamy and not getting attached to anyone. They really aren’t sentimental. But they will use the concept of it to cash 💰 in. 2:33 pmpdt

2:34 pmpdt anything to manipulate you into believing they’re good. But they’re probably going to economize and not waste anything in transport. 2:35 pmpdt maybe there won’t be anymore plane ✈️ crashes into the ocean 🌊. Maybe 🤔 they will fake us out and drop little asteroids ☄️ into the ocean 🌊 but if we’re unlucky they will probably cause tsunamis. 🌊 2:36 pmpdt trying to anticipate their next move. 2:37 pmpdt they don’t value old people. Anyone over 30 years old. 2:38 pmpdt they’re only using me to manipulate younger people probably. Bcz he’s showing me he hates me. 2:38 pmpdt expect him to vilify you when you’re on the new earth 🌍 when he wants you dead ☠️. 2:39 pmpdt

2:46 pmpdt if he’s using me to pull on the heart ♥️ strings of young women/teens, he’s probably going to kill off anyone who knows he’s lying 🤥 and killing me. 2:48 pmpdt

2:48 pmpdt Bcz dead ☠️ men tell no tales. 2:49 pmpdt

2:49 pmpdt all the recent trains 🚂 that crashed (acid mouth 👄 pain left knee pain 2:50 pmpdt) they are probably going to use those to make more airplanes ✈️ 2:50 pmpdt don’t get anymore ideas 💡 about crashes. 2:52 pmpdt

As I wrote the above he doubled down in applying more hot 🥵 acid to my *ss. 2:53 pmpdt don’t expect him to prove anything to me publicly. And if he does, don’t believe it. He fakes out. 2:54 pmpdt

2:55 pmpdt incubus, I hope your lies to me bites you in the *ss. 2:55 pmpdt

3:06 pmpdt still won’t allow me to post pictures from my phone 📱 ☎️ 3:06 pmpdt

3:09 pmpdt I really wanted to be naturally good to people so I worked on my health hoping it would change me. Dr Daniel amen’s books 📚 change your mind change your life. I don’t care what signs you throw my way incubus I will never believe you again. 3:11 pmpdt manipulation. 😨🧐😡🤬 3:12 pmpdt ow sharp stabs to anus. 3:12 left hip bone pain 😖😭☹️ I hate you incubus! I hope all women and children hate you! 3:12 pmpdt NEVER lie to a woman the way you and your family did! 3:14 pmpdt despicable

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rebeldreamtak · 5 years

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We’re fine!! Anything to crush empire ass!!! Hehe!! And okay, we’ll do that!!! And don’t worry, we’ll be heading over there right away!! Just wanted to check in!!! Bye bye!!!

*Take care- AND PLEASE DON’T RUN!

*…. Those three worry me.

#(mim rubs her forehead and shakes her head)#Anonymous #The Minions (Anons)#Voices In The Screen (Asks)#transmission active (IC post)#Report Filed (Rebels)#Robot Servant (Mimi)

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phoneybeatlemania-bit-the-dust · 3 years

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Re: the prompt post: 19, 13, 7 (any!)

7. “You’re a terrible liar.”

December 17th. 1971

John and Paul had taken Julian up to Liverpool; they were staying at Mendips for Christmas, hoping to capture some domestic bliss away from the chaos of being a former Beatle, as well as letting Julian get to know his external family a little better. Since the divorce, Paul had encouraged John to continue seeing Julian most weekends, dropping in on weekdays too, and more recently, start taking Julian for most of the holidays. Cynthia didn’t mind so much, she had a new partner she was seeing so it was nice for her to be able to take a break from Jules every once in a while.

John had in fact almost drifted away from his own kin at one point, but Paul insisted he maintained some sort of relationship with him. His problem was really that he didn’t understand children, he couldn’t relate to or connect to them. A psychologist could spend hours searching the index of his mind, but why bother? What it all amounts to is simply that though John wanted to be able to connect with kids, he just didn’t know how. Paul on the other hand just understood how to interact with kids. Perhaps it was boyish charm ever present in his spirit, but he just understood them far better than John ever could. Still, perhaps they balanced out well as a couple.

Paul unlocked the door to the home - he’d just from his dads, visiting some family. He didn’t bring John with him today (though he would in a few days’ time), because his father still wasn’t comfortable with the arrangement – though he’d have to get used to it, because John and Julian weren’t going anywhere.

“‘M back!” He chirped, shaking the snow off from his shoes.

“Were in ‘ere Macca…” John called out – his speech was slightly slurred, so that of course provoked a few questions in Pauls mind.

Entering the living, he couldn’t help but notice the bottles of beer scattered across the table. His lips plastered into a small grin as he asked, “Have you been drinkin’ love?”

“No…” John denied cheekily. Putting on a faux queen’s accent, he added, “I most certainly have not.”

“Well, I dunno about that. Think all those bottles might suggest otherwise.”

“They’re not mine.” John said with an attempted nonchalance. He was acting as though they were still teenagers, getting caught bunking school only to pop off down the pub.

Turning to Julian who lay upon the carpeted living room floor, Paul said, “What do you think Jules? D’you think yer da’s been drinkin’?” Jules nodded his head with cheeky grin overstating his face, “I saw him!” he said.

“Oi - I told ye not to tell on me!” John snapped, though with no real anger in voice.

“John, it has to be said, yer a terrible liar. I mean, yer truly crap mate.”

“Yeah, well, I never would’ve been caught if Jules hadn’t told on me.”

“Christ John,” he looked around him just to ensure a certain someone was not following behind him before continuing, “im not Mimi, im not gonna tell you off you know.” He picked up the shopping he had bought – Mimi had asked for a couple things – and as he walked into the attached kitchen, he joked, “Besides, think you might be old enough to legally drink by now.”

Following him into the kitchen, John started, “So what’d ye get up to with yer da’ then?”

“Nothing much y’know; just catching up with him and Mikey.” Paul said casually as he unloaded the shopping in his bags onto the table. “Mike’s girl is pregnant, d’you know.”

“Boy or a girl?”

“Dunno yet. They’re hoping for a girl, but they don’t mind so much either way. Da’s girl, Angela, is excited to have some grandkids on the way though.”

“Yeah, well – she might wanna lower her expectations for us. Don’t think we’ll be pushing out any of our own anytime soon.”

Paul dismissed this, continuing, “She’s lookin’ forward to meeting Jules in a coupl’a day’s time.”

John appeared to ignore this, asking with a smirk and sly rhetoricism, “Yer dad still doesn’t like me, does he?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say he doesn’t like you, but y’know,” Paul whipped him a smile as he continued unloading the bag, then added, “don’t think you’re his favourite Beatle.”

“If only you’d gotten with George or Ringo,” John quipped back sarcastically, as he made his way through the small kitchen, over to Paul. He placed a hand on Pauls waist, and brought his other hand up to his hair, to fiddle flirtatiously with the dark locks. “‘M sure he’d be content enough for you to marry either of them.”

Paul let out laugh, “Don’t think he’d be too happy with me marrying any guy to tell you the truth. ’Sides, don’t think George or Ringo would want me.”

“Definitely not George.” John joked back, still twirling his fingers through Pauls hair.

“That reminds me actually, I wanted to give him a ring soon. Wish him merry Christmas and that.”

“We’ll do that later…” John said as he angled Pauls face, bringing him in for a kiss. With some tender passion they kissed in the ever-familiar kitchen, embracing the delight of domesticity - but shortly after, they were sternly interrupted by a shrill from Mimi of, “John, I will have none of that in my house.”

Pulling away from Paul, he groaned, “Alright, Mimi,” though his tipsy voice still remained relatively unburdened. Paul stood there smiling, and fidgeting with Johns hands until Mimi said, “That goes for you too Paul. None of this silliness in my house.”

John just rolled his eyes in response, “Like a bloody boarding school in ‘ere.” he whined, but Mimi ignored the retort.

Dragging Paul into the living room, he kissed him once more as he pulled him down onto the sofa. They made out a little, embracing one another like adolescents, with Paul resting himself on half on the sofa, half on John’s lap – and John entangling his hands around his lover’s legs.

But Paul, being the more responsible of the two, broke away at last to ask, “Where’s Jules?”

“Why’s it matter?” John moaned.

“I don’t want him to see us like this.”

“He doesn’t bloody care!” John insisted.

“I bet he does - how’d you like to walk to walk in on yer own dad neckin’ it with someone?”

“I have walked in on me dad neckin’ it, and I didn’t give two shits-like.”

“Yeah, well, Jules is different,” he added a mocking, “plus, Mim’s isn’t standing for any of yer ‘silliness’ now.”

“Always eager to please the in laws aren’t ye Macca.” John said defeatedly, as Paul crawled away from his lap.

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Look, I dont even care that its June. I like Christmas. I wanted to write a Christmas fic. I dont even care, im shameless!

Also, ive got quite a few other requests and like, im working on them I promise, but I always like to put in effort y'know so who knows when they'll be out haha. But ill try get another one out today <3

#asks #mclennon #anon #fanfic #my work #domestic

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nev-shitposts · 4 years

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Point mangos - Partie quatro

Ce serait-y pas le retour d’un petit point mangasses ?

Eh bien si, du coup !

Kids on the slope :

Un manga assez classique je crois dans le domaine du manga sur la musique. Il traite de l’arrivée et de l’interprétation du jazz au Japon, de la perception globale de tout ça à travers principalement un trio de personnages. Le dessin est beau et fin, et les personnages vraiment bien écrits, y’a des trucs extrêmement forts et relatable, même si ça tourne des fois beaucoup autour de “homme veut séduire femme”. C’est un excellent titre sur l’adolescence et la découverte de soi, mais je trouves vraiment dommage que il n’y ait pas eut de perso féminin musicien justement.

Natsu no Zenjitsu :

Alors, comment dire ? J’adore ce titre, mais je lui reconnait aussi de très nombreux défauts. Déjà, gros TW consentement à pas mal de passages (dans un sens comme dans l’autre au niveau des deux persos), et y’a pas mal de trucs brouillons, et un élément de l’histoire que je trouves ultra dommage. Mais c’est un récit qui m’a pris le kokoro et qui basiquement L’A DETRUIT. En vrai, ça traite de beaucoup de thèmes liés aux relations amoureuses compliquées et à la création, donc ça m’a beaucoup parlé. Les persos sont vraiment intéressants, surtout une amie du héros, qui est ultra queer coded et ultra cool. Certains passages sont clichés, le héros est aussi agaçant qu’il peut être touchant (ce qui est pas forcément un défaut en soi), y’a du coup de foudre couillon, mais j’ai pleuré comme un caca à la fin.

Oh, et quand y’a pas de problème de consentement, c’est les scènes de sexe les mieux dessinées/les plus sensuelles que j’ai vu dans un manga, je trouves, y’a une manière un peu effacée mais réaliste de les montrer, j’ai trouvé ça très beau.

Silent Blue :

Un petit mango sur la plongée, avec un joli dessin. Je me souviens que c’était sympa et que l’histoire était prenante, j’aime beaucoup les histoires de lieux engloutis. Mais je m’en souviens pas de ouf non plus haha.

Deathco (3 premiers tomes) :

Par l’auteur de Wet Moon, dont le dessin est toujours aussi sublime. Seulement, clairement, je suis pas le public, c’est trop violent gratuitement et ça m’ennuit de fou de voir une gamine juste trucider des gens. J’ai essayé de tenir, mais au bout de trois tomes, je me suis dit que j’allais stopper c’est vraiment pas mon truc.

Kimi ga inakya Dame tte Itte :

C’est un shojo basiquement basique. Fille aime son meilleur ami. Je crois que y’a aucun mauvais message, mais y’a aussi aucune originalité. Mimi osef.

Tu sera un saumon mon fils :

ALORS. Franchement, malgré le côté “olala trop bizzare le saumon et ptn ça parle de uc tout le temps”, j’ai beaucoup et le sous texte est vraiment cool, sauf... Ben sauf la toute fin, en fait, où on pardonne le daron toxique sans problème et bim boum happy end, et je trouves ça terrible. C’est con, parce que malgré le n’importe quoi, y’avait un fond pas mal du tout, et cette fin laisse un goût amer je trouves.

Déclic amoureux :

Méga coup de coeur ! Le meilleur oneshot shoujo que j’ai lu, voire un des meilleurs shoujo. C’est impressionnant à quel point il condense bien plein de choses et à quel point il joue avec les attentes. Ça traite de pas mal de sujets, mais surtout de la création, et des relations amoureuses (on change pas une équipe qui gagne les potos), et traite les deux très bien ! Les persos sont super bien construits et intéressants, et un final avec de l’amitié féminine à toute épreuve et des meufs déter à créer des trucs, mais oui !! Le dessin est sympa et marche bien, mais surtout l’histoire est ON POINT.

Un simple monde :

Je me souviens que c’était mimi et doux à la lecture, mais encore une fois, pas de vrais souvenirs.

Taili, fille de la lune :

Du mango fronçais ! Déjà, j’aime beaucoup le dessin de Sourya, qui est vraiment nice et j’ai été agréablement surprise par l’histoire. Les persos sont plutôt sympas, bon Jean Héros Dark me tape sur le système à un point terrible et y’a trop de forçage dans des romances hétéros, mais y’a des meufs plutôt couloss et l’histoire se suit bien.

Les enfants de la mer :

Il était temps que je le lise, je louche dessus depuis ultra longtemps. Déjà, c’est beau, et pas qu’un peu, et juste pour ça, lisez le. Evidemment les couvs sont sublimes avec les couleurs et lumières de l’eau, mais les pages intérieures et le style graphique est globalement bien ouf. L’histoire est intéressante, les persos aussi, c’est lent, mais prenant et surtout ça immerge vraiment dans son atmosphère étrange. Y’a des fois des pavés d’explications scientifiques un peu balancés comme ça, mais y’a des passages muets vraiment fort. Ça parle de cycle, de naissance du monde, de ce qui nous dépasse, et même si on comprends pas toujours tout, il s’en dégage un sentiment assez puissant. Vraiment trop bien.

Sorcières :

Par le même auteur que le précédent, mais receuil d’histoires. Si le premier tome m’avait moyen convaincu, j’ai vraiment aimé le second, et j’ai globalement quand même un bon souvenir. C’est beau, onirique, avec des messages qui peuvent être intéressants.

Goshiki no Fune :

Un manga assez atypique et globalement, plutôt badant, mais vraiment intéressant, autant dans la forme que dans le fond. Ça parle de guerre, de destin, de famille et c’est vraiment bien, je trouve.

Otaku Otaku :

C’est très mims, c’est très agréable à lire, les persos sont toustes très chous et même si des fois certains trucs m’ont faite un peu grincer des dents, j’aime bien les dynamiques des persos et la manière dont ils sont développés. C’est léger, c’est sympa à suivre, je passe toujours un moment cool.

Savage Garden :

Méga coup de coeur, aaah. Avouons-le, j’adore l’esthétique shoujo old school et les histoires de femme dans des milieux masculins à la Lady Oscar. Savage Garden, c’est totalement ça. Pensionnat de jeunes hommes, fleurs de partout, complots, du genderbend, et même des persos d’hommes canoniquement gays/bis. L’histoire est vraiment prenantes, les personnages creusés et intéressants et c’est vraiment un plaisir de suivre tout ça. Le dessin est beau, et en 7 tomes, ça ne s’éternise pas non plus. Muchas recommandé.

The voice of a distant star :

J’adore l’autrice, qui dessine ce titre et en particulier son trait, donc j’ai sauté sur l’occasion. L’histoire est intéressante, très mélancolique et douce amère, mais j’ai pas trouvé que c’était non plus un titre ultra mémorable. Bien, mais pas extraordinaire celon ouam.

Kase-san tome 2 :

C’est si doux. J’aime vraiment cette suite, car ça parle aussi de désir de manière très franche et choue en même temps. Les deux protagonistes sont vraiment ultra chouettes à suivre, le dessin est mimi, les questionnements adolescents relatables. C’est fort chouette.

La colline aux coquelicots :

Un classique. C’est vraiment cool de voir un peu des grands titres à la base du shojo, déjà au niveau du dessin (si beau et expressif) qu’au niveau de l’histoire et des thèmes. Ça parle gentiment de choses assez politique, mais surtout d’amour et de famille. Les persos sont chouettes, les sentiments relatables, c’est touchant, ça se lit très bien. Ce qui est intéressant, surtout, c’est la plongée dans ce contexte et l’histoire globale liée à l’histoire du shojo globalement.

Global Garden :

Petite, j’avais vu beaucoup passer ce titre dans les pubs à la fin des tomes publiés chez Delcourt, et j’étais curieuse depuis longtemps. J’avoue que j’ai été un peu déçue. C’est assez brouillon et attendu, assez niais, assez plat, j’ai trouvé. Y’a des choses intéressantes au milieu, mais j’ai vraiment pas réussit à rentrer vraiment dedans.

Yasashii Koi ga Sodatsu made :

Un petit yawa plutôt cool pour finir. Les protagonistes sont mimis, le dessin est sympa, les sentiments sont biens explorés, c’est plutôt cool. J’aime bien les persos secondaires, même si le traitement de la bisexualité est pas ouf ?? (au moins le mot est dit, mais ce qui est en est dit mmmmmmmmmmm). Et beaucoup de moments où j’ai serré le cul car j’ai crus que ça allais déraper de ouf niveau consentement, mais au final la limite est jamais vraiment franchie ? (y’a une demande mimi pour un bisou, d’ailleurs). C’est sympa à lire, mais quelques trucs ???

Ce sera tout pour aujourd’hui, à plus les potos.

Hésitez pas à me donner votre avis si vous avez lu un des titres !!

#mangas #mangos #mangasses #avis #recommandation #recomandation #books #book #livres #bla bla

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[ There were a lot of good ones for them but this is a classic ] Prompt; ‘I’m not sure if I want to hug you or slap you.’

The light from the fridge was the only light that surroundedthe farmhouse in the dead of the night.

2 AM; a perfect time for snacks. Well, if one was pregnant.Which Minori just happened to be five months pregnant. The thought of a snackhadn’t left her mind for what felt like hours. She tried sleeping to avoid hercravings. She tried listening to music to help alleviate the cravings. Shetried water, milk, whatever. This wasn’t even the first time, or the secondtime. Third, fourth, fifth…. It seemed like ever since Minori had gotten pastthe first trimester of throwing up, gagging, crying, and having no appetite,she was being woken up in the middle of the night not by Chase forgetting toput the heater on a certain temperature or Chase holding her too tightly, butthe visions of disgusting meals that only a pregnant person would eat- likethis pregnant woman.

Hazel orbs fixated on a few pieces of cheese- no, that wouldmake her sick again. And maybe she would throw up? Chase had brought home somesoup from the bar- yet, it had meat in it and Minori only ate seafood and nowwas having to eat chicken. Cut up mangoes with garlic salt? No, hersister-in-law (who DIDN’T have children and said multiple times at their sexreveal party a few weeks ago that she and Miller would NEVER have children, sowhy was she telling Minori ANYTHING) said that it would cause her to have acidreflux. Condiments, leftovers from dinner two nights ago, some of her ownvegetables, the gross smoothie that Jin claimed (according to Chase) was forkeeping down food- yet it was the exact opposite. Food the pregnancy farmerdidn’t want- food the babies didn’t want too.

Babies.

This was a wanted pregnancy, these babies were wanted. Minori poked the top of her pregnant belly as she tried to wake one ofthe twins up. Twins. Goddess, they were having twins. “What do you two evenwant to eat?” She asked her stomach, asif the children inside knew and could answer. The only answer she got was fromone of them, the more active twin – who they just found out was a girl (theother, the one they dubbed as the quiet one despite moving just a little lesswas a boy; two of each. She totally didn’t cry to her mother about it.)- as she kicked from her side of the womb gently.

As if telling her just from the kick itself, Minori grabbedthe small container of mushrooms. For fucks- “Really?” She looked down at thebump. “Really? You two want me to cook mushrooms in the dead of the night whiledaddy is asleep?” Saying “daddy” felt weird, but she had to start somewhere. Her eyes wandered around, looking forsomething to use the mushrooms. “Where did daddy put the barbecue?” She askedher stomach again. It wasn’t like they could talk back, and if they could, thenthat’d be trouble. They’d tell Chase all about the cravings they were forcingher to have and-

“Didn’t Marian tell you to stop going through the fridge inthe middle of the night?”

Minori looked up from the fridge door just as the voicespoke up, spooked even though there was only one person who it could be. Sheturned, looking over at the man with messy orange hair, an unwashed t-shirt,and the ugliest sweats that she had tried to get him to get rid of for the pasttwo-ish years. “He didn’t say that.” Minori responded as she absent mindly restedher hand on top of her bump; a habit she recently picked up. It was small-small for someone who was having twins- but it was there. The bump was there,as clear as the day.

The babies were there, regardless of how big the bump was.

Chase let out a sigh as he turned the kitchen lights on. Thebright light illuminated the kitchen with post it notes covered on the fridgeof what to buy, what not to bring home from work (Chase), and what time thedoctor’s appointments were. Few boxes sat on the kitchen counter, filled with necessitiesfor the babies they hadn’t put away in the unfinished nursery (despite everyonesaying that the twins should and will sleep with them for the first fewmonths). Next to the fridge just happened to be a countdown to how many dayswere left until the arrival of them. Everyone they knew had the countdown-Minori’s parents, Marian, Yolanda, Harvey… Everyone who needed to know on thatday in June had it. Bosses, family members, the doctor who was meant to deliverthem of course needed to know.

They’d be lucky to make it to June at 36 weeks exactly. Buthigh risk pregnancies rarely ever made it that far, according to Marian. Therewere worries of the twins coming early due to Minori’s height and size, preeclampsia,bed rest was a constant threat looming over their heads. The previousmiscarriages just proved another factor to consider this pregnancy, this wanted,healthy pregnancy ‘high risk’.

Days were marked with red on when the twins would beconsidered healthy to be born. Weeks were counted. Calories, weight, any sideeffects, her work; all measured.

“Why are you up?” Minori asked, as she tried to avoid thequestion Chase asked her from before. No, really, she was actually avoiding it.Completely. To get it out of her mind, to leave the

“Bambi.” Ah, the perfect excuse. It was true that the catbecame more attached to Chase in the past few months as he had to do everythingfor her. And, well, that when Minori left the bedroom for any reason (morningsickness, couldn’t sleep, cravings such as these), the ragdoll would changepositions from sleeping on the loveseat in their bedroom to sleeping on top ofChase. “But I could ask the same about you.” Chase crossed his arms against hischest as he rested the weight of his body on the counter. “Why are you up,Mimi?”

She thought, she actually thought for a moment. A goodexcuse could be used for this moment. “Babies.” Okay, so she blurted out thetruth. Still holding the package of mushrooms in one hand and her stomach withthe other. One of the babies kicked right where her hand was. She didn’t carefor what reason, either from hungry or just reminding her they were there. “That’swhy I have these.” She held the mushrooms up high. “I wanted to cook these withbarbeque sauce and I wasn’t going to wake you up cause you didn’t get homeuntil late and plus, why would I wake you up?”

Her rant was interrupted by the sound of Chase laughing. Hislaughter was obnoxious, loud in the dead of the night, yet felt relaxing. Likea weight lifted off her shoulders. But, it was annoying. Minori could onlyfrown as Chase continued his fit of laughter. “You’re telling me-“Chasewheezed. “You wanted to eat mushrooms at two AM? And that’s why you snuck out?”

“And barbeque sauce!”

“You’re not helping your case, Mimi!” Chase exclaimed as hegrabbed the package from his wife’s hand to her dismay. “Besides, you can’tcook?! Were you not going to wake me up while you burned our house down forsome mushrooms?” Yeah, no. She wasn’t going to eat any of this. Not today, nottomorrow, not anytime.

Minori pouted as she watched Chase put the food on top ofthe cabinet. High enough where she could never grab it. “I’m not sure if I wanna hug you or slap you.”If she wasn’t pregnant, or at least didn’t have her stomach sticking out, shewould have climbed up there now, spat her tongue at him, and hopped downwithout any hesitation. But she had the stomach. She had the babies.

Chase rolled his eyes, not even letting his wife’s commentget to him. This wasn’t even the first time she said something like this. “Mimi,you can’t be eating this stuff at 2 AM.”

Minori let out another huff. “The babies wanted something andI couldn’t sleep!”

“Mims.”

“Chase!”

The chef could onlylet out a sigh. There was no use winning any of this. He would say one thing,she may eat the mushrooms raw to prove him a point. And if he said somethingelse, she may start crying about getting “fat”. “Come on, let’s head to back tobed.” Chase said as he wrapped his hands wife’s midsection. It was so differentfrom before, larger, wider, but something they wished for. She knew how hewanted a family- how he wished for the family he never had. “I’ll cook you breakfasttomorrow.” He grinned at her as his smile reached purple hues. He removed hishands from her, beckoning her back to the comfort of their bed for sleep.

Maybe a few hours in Chase’s arms wouldn’t be that bad.

Besides, she always slept better with his arms around heranyway. She took her husband’s hands,cuts still fresh from his hours at work, following him back upstairs to theirbedroom. “Lily and Logan are gonna be pissed you won’t let them eat.” She saidas her hand, once again, found itself resting on top of her stomach.

“Yeah, no, we aren’t naming them that.”

#chase to the finish #drabble #not the one u asked but i couldnt stop thinking of pregnant mimi being well. not mimi.#i have a lot of hcs now hehehehe

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miss-authorcita · 6 years

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We’re The Dreamers (Mark Cohen x Reader) PART 2

A/N: I know I've been away for too long, but I start college on October and it's been a crazy last few months of buying things, finding a place to live, preparing and hating that I'll have to say goodbye to my family.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of AIDs and death.

Part 1

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“We got power.” Mimi commented as she drank a glass of water in the kitchen.

“It’s a Christmas miracle” you exclaimed sarcastically as you threw your arms in the air and fell dramatically onto the couch.

Mimi laughed and picked up her coat while walking towards the window to the balcony.

“Where are you going?” you asked using your elbows to prop yourself up.

“I’m going to leave a message for guitar boy upstairs.” Mimi said nonchalant. You wouldn’t have it, you needed to know more.

“What kind of message?” you asked, delaying her mission once more.

“I’m inviting him to a holiday dinner.” Mimi smiled victoriously.

“Wow, just one problem…Hmm, what could that be? Oh! That’s right! Me!” You were being playful, and she knew it by the teasing glare she sent back. “Am I supposed to hide in my room?” you asked sitting up completely and looking at Mimi from across the couch.

“I’ll make it a lunch, that way you’ll be out at the support group.” Mimi offered as a solution.

You nodded but bit your lip, trying desperately not to express your thoughts. Mimi sighed exasperated and turned back towards you, her best friend.

“What?” she said exasperated.

“You should come with me to life support, Mims.” you spoke softly knowing how upset the topic made her.

“I’m fine. You’re all the support I need.” Mimi said strongly her voice edging on anger.

“Fine. I’m sorry. It’s Christmas let’s not fight. Okay?” you said, raising your hands up in surrender.

“I love you.” Mimi told you.

“Back at ya.” You shouted before flopping back down on the couch, you still had time to lounge around and be lazy before getting ready for Life Support.

The phone began to ring, and you groaned. You decided to screen the call and stay laying down. It was a lazy day for you.

“Leave a message!” The chorus voices of both Mimi and you were heard through the speaker of the phone.

“Y/N! It’s Frank! You better call me back! Come on, baby, it’s Christmas. Don’t you wanna be with me today? Stop with the games, girl. You’re mine, so call me back!” The gruff voice of your ex-boyfriend was heard through the machine. You gulped the lump that had built in your throat since his voice was heard through the speakers. The blood rushed out of your face and you tried to breathe properly.

“How does he have our number?” Mimi asked coming back and scaring you to death. You sat up instantly and held a hand over your raising heart.

“I-I-He just…” you stuttered your eyes watering.

“You gave it to him last week. Didn’t you?” Mimi asked and you wanted to cry even more for how unjudgmental Mimi sounded. The compassion was clear in her voice.

You could only nod as the tears began to fall and a loud sob escaped your lips. Mimi rushed to hug you and let you weep on her shoulder.

“Don’t answer the phone, okay? Just keep screening his calls. He’ll get tired.” Mimi advised you.

“I’m not going back to him.” You told her, your voice trembling but determined.

“I know, Y/N.” Mimi said with a genuine smile and hugged you again. You both stayed like that on the couch till it came time for you to get dressed and leave for Life Support.

You walked into the Ryder Community Center and quickly spotted Angel with her fabulous holiday outfit. She walked over to you with a smile and took you into her arms. Even though Frank had called, you refused to let him ruin your Christmas.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Angel greeted once she stepped away and shoved money into your hands. You stared at the bills in confusion before looking at Angel, she just winked. You laughed and stuffed the money into your old satchel.

“I’m not even going to ask.” You said with a laugh. “Nice to see you again, Collins.” You greeted once you noticed the tall man.

“Hey, Y/N.” He curtsied to you again remembering your first encounter. Your eyes widened in mock shock and bowed.

“No Mimi?” Angel asked looking around for the brunette.

“Not today. She has a date.” You teased and moved your eyebrows suggestively.

The leader called for everyone to take their seats. Angel kissed your hand and then took Collins’ to guide him to the chairs in the circle. You sat outside the circle where you could see everyone clearly.

“First I want to welcome you all. Why don’t we start by going around and introducing ourselves?” the leader commented.

One by one they all spoke their names. “Steve.” “Gordon.” “Ali.” “Pam.” “Sue.”

Angel took off her wig before introducing herself. “I’m Angel.”

“Tom…Collins.”

“I’m Paul.” Said the leader coming full circle.

You were so engrossed in the moment that you didn’t notice the new person on the row of chairs beside you till the clatter made everyone look towards him.

“Sorry. Excuse me.” The man you now recognized as the one you had crashed into the night before uttered awkwardly. You wanted to giggle at his clumsiness despite the seriousness of the meeting.

“And you are?” Paul, the leader, asked.

“Oh! I’m not—I don’t have—I’m here with—“ he stumbled across the whole explanation. You decided to help put him out of his misery and help out. It was clear as day he was a supporter, it kind of reminded you of the first time you came to a meeting.

“He’s another fellow supporter just like me. Just here to support our friends. As most of you know the two people I love most in this world are battling AIDS…I come here for them.” You intervened, the guy smiled gratefully. You noticed his eyes widened slightly when he gazed at your face. It was clear he had recognized you too.

Angel blew a kiss your way and you pretended to catch it in the air.

“Exactly. I’m…I’m Mark…I’m just here to um…does anyone have a problem if I film a little for a documentary?” He asked awkwardly. No one seemed bothered about being taped. The guy got more and more interesting.

“Make yourself comfortable, Mark.” Paul said before turning back to the circle. “Who wants to begin?”

“Psst.” You called Mark over who was winding up his camera. “Sit by me. The angles are better.” You offered not really knowing if it was true, but you were curious about the man and wanted him close.

“Oh! Alright. Thanks…Thank you.” Mark said as he took the chair next to you.

The meeting consisted of each of the members taking turns talking about their situations, their problems, the information they had. They spoke of anything that they wanted about their day to day lives. It never failed to warm your heart to see how people could have hope when facing such dire circumstances.

You swallowed hard and fought the tears that were gathering in your eyes. You noticed from the corner of your eye that Mark had turned to film you and you fought harder not to cry on camera but when they began to sing you couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

There’s only us.

There’s only this.

Forget regret

Or life is yours to miss

No other road

No other way

No day but today

Tags: @usernamecopied707

#rent x reader #mark cohen x reader #mark cohen imagine #rent imagine #musical theater fanfiction

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tasksweekly · 6 years

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[TASK 105: BANGLADESH]

There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 500+ Bangladeshi faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever faceclaim or whichever project you desire.

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STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

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Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

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and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

Shushama Das (1930) Bangladeshi - singer.

Mahbuba Rahman (1935) Bangladeshi - singer.

Ferdausi Rahman / Ferdausi Begum (1941) Bangladeshi - singer.

Fauzia Yasmin (1942) Bangladeshi - singer.

Shabnam / Jharna Basak (1942) Bangladeshi - actress.

Dilara Zaman (1943) Bangladeshi - actress.

Ferdousi Mazumder (1943) Bangladeshi - actress.

Nasima Khan (1944) Bangladeshi - actress.

Alaka Das (1946) Bangladeshi - singer.

Laila Hasan (1946) Bangladeshi - choreographer, dancer and actress.

Sharmili Ahmed (1947) Bangladeshi - actress.

Anwara / Anwara Begum (1948) Bangladeshi - actress.

Kabori Sarwar (1950) Bangladeshi - actress.

Bibi Russell (1950) Bangladeshi - fashion designer and former international model.

Shahnaz Rahmatullah (1952) Bangladeshi - singer.

Runa Laila (1952) Bangladeshi - singer.

Shuchanda / Kohinoor Akhter (1952) Bangladeshi - actress.

Jayasree Kabir (1952) Bangladeshi - actress.

Shamim Azad (1952) Bangladeshi - bilingual poet, storyteller and writer.

Shaheen Samad (1952) Bangladeshi - singer.

Lucky Enam (1952) Bangladeshi - actress.

Bobita / Farida Akhter (1953) Bangladeshi - actress.

Dolly Johur (1953) Bangladeshi - actress.

Sabina Yasmin (1953) Bangladeshi - actress.

Khaleda Aktar Kolpona (1953) Bangladeshi - actress.

Shaban / Afroza Sultana Ratna (1953) Bangladeshi - actress.

Olivia Gomez (1953) Bangladeshi - actress.

Farida Parveen (1954) Bangladeshi - singer.

Nuton / Farhana Amin Ratna (1956) Bangladeshi - actress and dancer.

Shimul Yousuf (1957) Bangladeshi - actress, director and singer.

Sucharita (1958) Bangladeshi - actress.

Suborna Mustafa (1959) Bangladeshi - actress.

Kangalini Sufia (1958/1959) Bangladeshi - singer.

Lucy Rahman (1960’s) Bangladeshi - singer.

Ruby Hammer (1961) Bangladeshi - fashion and beauty makeup artist, columnist, co-founder of Ruby & Millie, and co-founder and Director of Scarlett & Crimson cosmetics brand.

Shakila Zafar (1962) Bangladeshi - singer.

Mita Haque (1962) Bangladeshi - actress.

Gouri Choudhury (1964) Bangladeshi - singer.

Anjana Sultana (1965) Bangladeshi - actress.

Baby Naznin (1965) Bangladeshi - singer.

Samina Chowdhury (1966) Bangladeshi - singer.

Munmun Ahmed (1966) Bangladeshi - actress and dancer.

Anima Roy (1966) Bangladeshi - singer.

Fahmida Nabi (1966) Bangladeshi - singer.

Afsana Mimi (1968) Bangladeshi - actress, model and director.

Tania Ahmed (1968) Bangladeshi - actress.

Leesa Gazi (1969) Bangladeshi - writer, playwright, theatre director and actress.

Kanak Chapa (1969) Bangladeshi - singer.

Shomi Kaiser (1969) Bangladeshi - actress and producer.

Badrunnesa Dalia (1970) Bangladeshi - singer, performer and music teacher.

Bipasha Hayat (1971) Bangladeshi - actress, model and painter.

Jaya Ahsan (1972) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Rowshanara Moni (1974) Bangladeshi - singer and actress.

Bonna Mirza (1975) Bangladeshi - actress.

Momtaz Begum (1974) Bangladeshi - singer and producer.

Akhi Alamgir (1975) Bangladeshi - singer.

Shapla Salique (1975) Bangladeshi - singer-songwriter and harmonium player.

Konnie Huq (1975) Bangladeshi (Bengali) - presenter and writer.

Sadia Islam Mou (1976) Bangladeshi - model and television actress.

Tinni (1977) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Tareen Jahan (1978) Bangladeshi - actress, model and singer.

Sonai Gazi (1978 or 1979) Bangladeshi - Miss World Bangladesh 2000.

Monica Yunus (1979) Bangladeshi / Russian - singer.

Rubayyat Jahan (1979) Bangladeshi - singer.

Anila Naz Chowdhury (1979) Bangladeshi - singer.

Mila Islam / Tashbiha Binte Shahid Mila (1979) Bangladeshi - singer.

Popy / Sadika Parvin Popy (1979) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Shabnur / Kazi Sharmin Nahid Nupur (1979) Bangladeshi - actress.

Srabonti Narmeen Ali (1979) Bangladeshi - singer and writer.

Tabassum Ferdous Shaon (1979) Bangladeshi - model and Miss World Bangladesh 2001.

Sumaiya Shimu (1980) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Naila Nayem (1981) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Meher Afroz Shaon (1981) Bangladeshi - actress, director and playback singer.

Afsana Ara Bindu (1982) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Chandni / Mehbooba Mahnoor Chandni (1982) Bangladeshi - model, actress and dancer.

Shila Ahmed (1982) Bangladeshi - actress.

Mumtaz Alia Akbari (1982) Bangladeshi - actress, model and television presenter.

Aupee Karim (1982) Bangladeshi - model.

Elita Karim (1982) Bangladeshi - journalist, singer, performer, anchor and voice artist.

Shama Rahman (1983) Bangladeshi - singer-songwriter, actress, sitarist, pianist, guitarist, ukulele player, and composer.

Tisha / Nusrat Imrose Tisha (1983) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Srabosti Dutta Tinni (1983) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Nipun Akter / Nasrin Akter Nipun (1984) Bangladeshi - actress.

Purnima / Dilara Hanif Purnima (1984) Bangladeshi - actress.

Nadiya Hussain (1984) Bangladeshi - chef, author, and tv presenter.

Tanusree Chakraborty (1984) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Zakia Bari Momo (1984) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Rafiath Rashid Mithila (1984) Bangladeshi - singer, model, and actress.

Masuma Rahman Nabila (1985) Bangladeshi - presenter, model and actor.

Eniyah Rana (1985) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Thamina Kabir (1985) Bangladeshi - Mrs Bangladesh Universe 2013.

Kaniz Ali (1985) Bangladeshi - makeup artist and freelance beauty columnist.

Bree Ali (1985) Bangladeshi - actress.

Suzana Zafar (1986) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Badhon (1986) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Sohana Saba (1986) Bangladeshi - actress.

Ahona Rahman (1987) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Mozeza Ashraf Monalisa (1987) Bangladeshi - actress, model and dancer.

Sayani Datta (1987) Bangladeshi - model.

Bobby / Eamin Haque (1987) Bangladeshi - actress and producer.

Nazmun Munira Nancy (1987) Bangladeshi - singer.

Shimla (1988) Bangladeshi - actress.

Anika Kabir Shokh (1988) Bangladeshi - actress, dancer and model.

Syed Ruma (1988) Bangladeshi - model.

Airin Sultana (1988) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Sadia Jahan Prova (1988) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Dilruba Yasmeen Ruhee (1988) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Shefali Chowdhury (1988) Bangladeshi - actress.

Afshan Azad (1989) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Ridhima Ghosh (1989) Bangladeshi - actress.

Apu Biswas (1989) Bangladeshi - actress.

Rola (1990) Bangladeshi / Japanese, Russian - actress, singer, model, and tv personality.

Mahiya Mahi (1990) Bangladeshi - actress.

Urmila Srabonti Kar (1990) Bangladeshi - actress.

Sahara / Amrita Khan (1990) Bangladeshi - actress.

Jannatul Nayeem Avril (1990) Bangladeshi - model.

Sabnam Faria (1990) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Shiba Ali Khan (1991) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Salma Akhter / Moushumi Akhter Salma (1991) Bangladeshi - singer.

Palbasha Siddique (1991) Bangladeshi - singer-songwriter.

Megha Chakraborty (1991) Bangladeshi - actress.

Irin Afrose (1991) Bangladeshi - model, actress, and Instagrammer (irinafroseofficial).

Peya Jannatul / Jannatul Ferdoush Peya (1991) Bangladeshi - actress, model, Miss Indian Princess International Bangladesh 2013, Miss University Bangladesh 2011, and Miss World Bangladesh 2007.

Nabela Noor (1991) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Peya Bipasha / Azmeri Sultana Bipasha (1991) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Ari Afsar / Arianna Afsar (1991) Bangladeshi / German - actress and model.

Mashiat Rahman (1991) Bangladeshi - model.

Barsha / Afiea Nusrat Barsha (1991) Bangladeshi - actress.

Sarika Sabrin (1992) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Pori Moni (1992) Bangladeshi - actress.

Bidya Sinha Saha Mim (1992) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Ishika Khan (1992) Bangladeshi - actress.

Rumena Begum (1992) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Marjana Chowdhury (1993) Bangladeshi - model, actress, philanthropist and beauty queen.

Liza / Sania Sultana Liza (1993) Bangladeshi - singer.

Alisha Pradhan (1993) Bangladeshi - film actress, model, television presenter and entrepreneur.

Mahbuba Islam Rakhi (1993) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Zohra Etisha (1993) Bangladeshi - actress, model, Miss Intercontinental Bangladesh 2016, and Miss World Bangladesh 2014.

Saima Chowdhury (1993) Bangladeshi - youtuber and photographer.

Orchita Sporshia (1993) Bangladeshi - actress, model, and owner of Kochchop Films.

Tanha Jafrin (1994) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Safa Kabir (1994) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Fatema Islam (1994) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Prosun Azad / Azra Unjum Prosun (1995) Bangladeshi - model, film actress, director and producer.

Sunerah Binte Kamal (1995) Bangladeshi - model.

Nusrat Faria Mazhar (1995) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Sabila Nur (1995) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Margarita Mamun (1995) Bangladeshi / Russian - retired individual rhythmic gymnast.

Tishma (1996) Bangladeshi - rock music singer, musician, lyricist and music composer.

Porshi / Sabrina Porshi (1996) Bangladeshi - singer.

Nadia Afrin Mim (1996) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Sabina Hannan (1996) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Zarin Tasnim Naumi (1996) Bangladeshi - singer.

Falguni Rahman Jolly (1996) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Reema Islam (1996) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Lota / Lutfun Nahar Lata (1997) Bangladeshi - actress.

Reshma Islam (1997) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Raba Khan (1998) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Jessia Islam (1999) Bangladeshi - model and Miss Bangladesh 2017.

Nailah Jr (2001 or 2002) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Puja Cherry Roy (2004) Bangladeshi - actress.

Salma Islam (?) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Mahima Islam (?) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Shimul Zaman (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Maria Kibtia (?) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Shikhee D’iordna (?) Bangladeshi - musician.

Pari ZaaD / Parizaad Zaman (?) Bangladeshi - youtuber and fashion blogger.

Samapika Debnath (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Shaina Amin / Mahmuda Amin Shaina (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Bijori Barkatullah (?) Bangladeshi - actress and dancer.

Zerin Mou (?) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Tania Brishty (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Titan Chowdhury (?) Bangladeshi - model.

Shampa Reza (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

RJ Nilanjona (?) Bangladeshi - rapper and DJ.

Hosne Ara Putul (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Mousumi Nag (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Rumana Malik Munmun (?) Bangladeshi - model, actress, dancer, and television anchor.

Mukti (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Rakhi’s Beauty World (?) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Moushumi (?) Bangladeshi - actress and director.

Shova Shahriar (?) Bangladeshi - model and Miss University Bangladesh 2016.

Misty Jannat (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Makeover by Tabassu (?) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Moushumi Hamid (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Aparna Ghosh (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Bindiya (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Sharbari Dasgupta (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Hridi Haq (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Tahamina Akter Authoy (?) Bangladeshi - Miss University Bangladesh 2017.

Humaira Himu (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Ishrat Jahan Chaity (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Munjarin Abony (?) Bangladeshi - dancer and Miss University Bangladesh 2015.

Nowshin (?) Bangladeshi - actress and radio personality.

Sushoma Sarkar (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Achol / Achol Akhe (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Samroj Ajmi Alvi (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Shabnom Bubly (?) Bangladeshi - actress and news anchor.

Champa / Gulshan Ara Akter Champa (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Naznin Hasan Chumki (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Jyotika Jyoti (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Rozina (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Tanjin Tisha (?) Bangladeshi - actress, model and TV presenter.

Anju Ghosh (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Sara Zaker (?) Bangladeshi - actor, director, business entrepreneur and social activist.

Aruna Biswas (?) Bangladeshi - actress and director.

Chitralekha Guho (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Tamalika Karmakar (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Rumana Khan (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Lucy Tripti Gomes (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Shormi Mala (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Farhana Mili (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Toma Mirza (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Monira Mithu (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Moutushi Biswas (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Shamima Nazneen (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Shabnam Parvin (?) Bangladeshi - actress, director, and producer.

Rokeya Prachy (?) Bangladeshi - actress and director.

Quazi Nawshaba Ahmed (?) Bangladeshi - actress and voice artist.

Nijhum Rubina (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Saberi Alam (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Shabnaz / Sabrina Tania (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Shanta Islam / Najma Haque(?) Bangladeshi - actress, anchor and director.

Suborna Shirin (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Kusum Sikder (?) Bangladeshi - actress, singer and model.

Amelia Maltepe (?) Bangladeshi - model. - Trans!

Chitra Sinha (?) Bangladeshi - actress, dancer and producer.

Richi Solaiman (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Tanvin Sweety (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Wahida Mollick Jolly (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Jyotsna Biswas (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Falguni Hamid (?) Bangladeshi - actress, playwright, director and producer.

Deepa Khandakar (?) Bangladeshi - actress.

Rumana Rashid Ishita (?) Bangladeshi - television actress, director, and writer.

Nadia Ahmed (?) Bangladeshi - actress and dancer.

Sabrin Saka Meem (?) Bangladeshi - actress and television news presenter.

Authi (?) Bangladeshi - actress and singer.

Samin Sababa (?) Bangladeshi - actress and model.

Anusheh Anadil (?) Bangladeshi - musician, artist, cultural activist, and entrepreneur.

Shusmita Anis (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Ferdous Ara (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Priyanka Gope (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Shaila Simi (?) Bangladeshi - writer, poet, and Miss World Bangladesh 1999.

Nina Hamid (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Rezwana Choudhury Bannya (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Iffat Ara Dewan (?) Bangladeshi - singer and painter.

Nashid Kamal (?) Bangladeshi - vocalist, writer and professor of demography.

Khilkhil Kazi (?) Bangladeshi - singer and organizer.

Uma Khan (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Fahmida Khatun (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Konal (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Kona / Dilshad Nahar Kona (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Kazi Krishnokoli Islam (?) Bangladeshi - singer and lyricist.

Lemis / Lihat Lemis (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Mehreen / Mehreen Mahmud (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Chandana Mazumdar (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Aditi Mohsin (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Mitali Mukherjee (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Anupama Mukti (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Rawshan Ara Mustafiz (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Shabnam Mustari (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Nodi / Moumita Tashrin Nodi (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Oyshee (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Rizia Parveen (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Sahana Bajpaie (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Papia Sarwar (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Shithi Saha (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Abida Sultana (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Fatema Tuz Zohra (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Chandrika Chevli (?) Bangladeshi - actress and broadcaster.

Mumtahana Elahi (?) Bangladeshi - Instagrammer (abayaholic).

Naziba Naushin (?) Bangladeshi - Instagrammer (naziba.naushin).

Mehzabin A. Aurna (?) Bangladeshi - Instagrammer (mehzalicious).

Zahra Mitu (?) Bangladeshi - model and Miss Supermodel International Bangladesh 2017.

Tania Rahman Tonni (?) Bangladeshi - Miss World Bangladesh 1998.

Rehnuma Dilruba Chitra (?) Bangladeshi - Miss World Bangladesh 1996.

Yasmin Bilkis Sathi (?) Bangladeshi - Miss World Bangladesh 1995.

Anika Taher (?) Bangladeshi - Miss World Bangladesh 1994.

F - Athletes:

Nilufar Yasmin (1975) Bangladeshi - jumper.

Beauty Nazmun Nahar (1984) Bangladeshi - track and field sprint athlete.

Foujia Huda (1985) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Shirin Akter (1994) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Amaresh Roy Chowdhury (1928) Bangladeshi - vocalist.

Iqbal Bahar Chowdhury (1930) Bangladeshi - news presenter, elocutionist and voice actor.

Masud Ali Khan (1931) Bangladeshi - actor.

Saidur Rahman Boyati (1931) Bangladeshi - singer.

Sunil Dhar (1933) Bangladeshi - musician.

Duke / Abdul Fakir (1935) Bangladeshi / Ethiopian - singer.

Momtazuddin Ahmed (1935) Bangladeshi - playwright-actor and educationist

Mustafa Zaman Abbasi (1936) Bangladeshi - musicologist.

Syed Hasan Imam (1935) Bangladeshi - actor, film director, television director.

Ashish Kumar Louho (1937) Bangladeshi - actor, playwright, dialogue writer and story writer.

Pabitra Mohan Dey (1937) Bangladeshi - tabla player.

Mobarak Hossain Khan (1938) Bangladeshi - musicologist, musician, and writer.

Prabir Mitra (1940) Bangladeshi - actor.

Syed Abdul Hadi (1940) Bangladeshi - singer.

Ramendu Majumdar (1941) Bangladeshi - actor, stage director and theater producer.

Ataur Rahman (1941) Bangladeshi - actor.

ATM Shamsuzzaman (1941) Bangladeshi - actor, director and screen-playwright.

Amjad Hossain (1942) Bangladeshi - film director, actor, scriptwriter and lyricist.

Keramat Moula (1942) Bangladeshi - theater activist and art director.

Jamaluddin Hossain (1943) Bangladeshi - actor, director and theater activist.

Ahmed Sharif (1943) Bangladeshi - actor.

Enamul Haqu (1943) Bangladeshi - actor and academic.

Kari Amir Uddin Ahmed (1943) Bangladeshi - musician.

Jayanta Chattopadhyay (1944) Bangladeshi - actor and reciter.

Abul Hayat (1944) Bangladeshi - actor and writer.

Khurshid Alam (1944) Bangladeshi - singer.

Aly Zaker (1944) Bangladeshi - actor, businessman, director and writer.

Tele Samad (1945) Bangladeshi - actor.

Badal Roy (1945) Bangladeshi - tabla player, percussionist, and recording artist.

Ujjal / Ashraf Uddin Ahmed (1946) Bangladeshi - actor and director.

Farooque / Akbar Hossain (1948) Bangladeshi - actor.

Mamunur Rashid (1948) Bangladeshi - actor, director and scriptwriter.

Rathindranath Roy (1949) Bangladeshi - musician.

Gerry Bednob (1950) Indo-Trinidadian [Bangladeshi] - actor and comedian.

Abul Khair (1950) Bangladeshi - actor.

Syed Neaz Ahmad (1950’s) Bangladeshi - academic, writer, journalist, and critic.

Wasim / Mesbah Uddin Ahmed (1950) Bangladeshi - actor.

Alamgir / Alamgir Hossain (1950) Bangladeshi - actor and television host. .

Raisul Islam Asad / Raisul Islam Asad (1953) Bangladeshi - actor.

Tariq Anam Khan (1953) Bangladeshi - actor, director, writer and producer.

Subir Nandi (1953) Bangladeshi - musician.

Afzal Hossain (1954) Bangladeshi - actor, director, writer and painter.

Alamgir (1955) Bangladeshi - singer.

Sadek Bachchu (1955) Bangladeshi - singer.

Andrew Kishore (1955) Bangladeshi - singer.

Malay Bhowmick (1956) Bangladeshi - playwright, actor, director, and educationist.

Ilias Kanchan (1956) Bangladeshi - actor.

Ali Raj (1957) Bangladeshi - actor.

Ayub Bachchu (1958) Bangladeshi - musician.

Shahadat Hossain Khan (1958) Bangladeshi - musician.

Eenasul Fateh (1959) Bangladeshi - cultural practitioner, magician, and live artist.

Rez Kabir / Rezaul Kabir (1959) Bangladeshi - actor.

Masum Parvez Rubel (1960) Bangladeshi - film actor, fighting director, producer and director.

Alaur Rahman (1960) Bangladeshi - singer.

Fazlur Rahman Babu (1960) Bangladeshi - actor and singer.

Kafil Ahmed (1962) Bangladeshi - poet, singer and artist.

Salauddin Lavlu (1962) Bangladeshi - actor.

Chandan Sen (1963) Bangladeshi - actor, playwright, and director.

Kumar Bishwajit (1963) Bangladeshi - singer and composer.

Bapparaj (1963) Bangladeshi - actor, director and producer.

James / Faruq Mahfuz Anam (1964) Bangladeshi - singer, guitarist, and composer.

Ahmed Rubel (1965) Bangladeshi - actor.

Shahidul Alam Sachchu (1965) Bangladeshi - actor.

Kamal Ahmed (1965) Bangladeshi - singer.

Tauquir Ahmed (1965/1966) Bangladeshi -architect, actor and director.

Kamal Ahmed (1966) Bangladesh / Trinidadian - comedian and producer.

Azad Abul Kalam (1966) Bangladeshi - actor, director and writer.

Shuvro Dev (1966) Bangladeshi - musician.

Misha Sawdagor / Shahid Hasan Misha (1966) Bangladeshi - actor.

Zahid Hasan (1967) Bangladeshi - singer.

Mahfuz Ahmed (1967) Bangladeshi - actor.

Menhaj Huda (1967) Bangladeshi - director and producer

Omar Sunny / Omar Sani (1969) Bangladeshi - actor.

Kishon Khan (1970) Bangladeshi - jazz pianist, composer, arranger and music producer.

Chanchal Chowdhury (1971) Bangladeshi - actor and model.

Amit Hasan (1972) Bangladeshi - actor.

Mosharraf Karim (1972) Bangladeshi - actor.

Asif Akbar (1972) Bangladeshi - singer.

Monir Khan (1972) Bangladeshi - singer.

Riaz / Riaz Uddin Ahamed Siddique (1972) Bangladeshi - actor, producer, model, and television presenter.

Amin Khan (1972) Bangladeshi - actor.

Ferdous Ahmed (1973) Bangladeshi - actor.

Shakil Khan (1973) Bangladeshi - actor.

Sumon / Saidus Salehin Khaled (1973) Bangladeshi - bass player, singer, songwriter, composer, music producer.

Anisur Rahman Milon (1974) Bangladeshi - actor.

Bappa Mazumder (1974) Bangladeshi - lyricist and composer.

Tanzir Tuhin (1974) Bangladeshi - musician, singer-songwriter, actor, painter, and architect.

Ziaur Rahman Zia (1975) Bangladeshi - musician, composer, bassist, songwriter, and architect.

Pritom Ahmed (1976) Bangladeshi - singer, songwriter, and music composer.

Iresh Zaker (1976) Bangladeshi - actor.

Shahriar Nazim Joy (1978) Bangladeshi - actor, writer, and director.

Ananta Jalil / M.A. Jalil Anantal (1978) Bangladeshi - actor, director, producer, and businessman.

Tonmoy Tansen (1978) Bangladeshi - singer and film director.

Arnob / Shayan Chowdhury Arnob (1978) Bangladeshi - musician, singer and composer.

Habib Wahid (1979) Bangladeshi - composer, musician and singer.

Tahsan / Tahsan Khan / Tahsan Rahman Khan (1979) Bangladeshi - singer-songwriter, composer, actor, teacher, and model.

Shajal Noor (1980) Bangladeshi - actor and model.

Apurba / Ziaul Faruq Apurba (1981) Bangladeshi - actor and model.

Bappy Chowdhury (1982) Bangladeshi - actor.

Shishir Ahmed (1982) Bangladeshi - guitarist, multi-instrumentalist and composer.

Aamer Rahman (1982) Bangladeshi - comedian.

Shuvo / dRockstar Shuvo / Moidul Islam Khan Shuvo (1982) Bangladeshi - singer-songwriter.

Topu / Rashed Uddin Ahmed Topu (1982) Bangladeshi - musician, singer-songwriter and composer.

Arifin Shuvo (1982) Bangladeshi - actor and television personality.

Nirab Hossain (1983) Bangladeshi - actor and model.

Kazi Shuvo (1983) Bangladeshi - singer.

Arun Saha (1983) Bangladeshi - actor and musician.

Mamnun Hasan Emon (1983) Bangladeshi - actor and model.

Asif Azim (1984) Bangladeshi - model.

Shakib Khan (1984) Bangladeshi - actor.

SP / Mumzy Stranger (1984) Bangladeshi - MC, singer, songwriter and record producer.

Symon / Symon Sadik (1985) Bangladeshi - actor.

Jan Uddin (1985) Bangladeshi - model.

Amaan Reza (1986) Bangladeshi - actor.

Fahim Faisal (1986) Bangladeshi - singer, composer and media personality.

Rahsaan Islam / Rahsaan Noor / Rahsaan Noor Islam (1986) Bangladeshi - actor and filmmaker.

Arfin Rumey (1987) Bangladeshi - singer, musician, composer, lyricist, music director and model.

Rakib Mosabbir (1988) Bangladeshi - singer-songwriter, musician and record producer.

Tawsif Mahbub (1988) Bangladeshi - actor.

Ron Mustafaa (1989) Bangladeshi - actor.

Anik Khan (1989) Bangladeshi - singer-songwriter, rapper, and director.

Rahat Hossain (1989) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Hridoy Khan (1990) Bangladeshi - singer, music composer, and actor.

Islah Abdur-Rahman (1991) Bangladeshi - director, actor and screenwriter.

Sanjoy / Sanjoy Deb (1991) Bangladeshi - musician, DJ, producer, and director.

Imran Mahmudul (1991) Bangladeshi - music composer and singer.

Shoumik Ahmed (1992) Bangladeshi - actor and singer.

Shouvik Ahmed (1992) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Nish / Nishat Monsur (1994) Bangladeshi - singer, songwriter, guitarist and pianist.

ICEY (1995) Bangladeshi - rapper, singer, and instagrammer (icey4u, dreamscouple, p.ropose, iceylit).

Tamim Mridha (1997) Bangladeshi - singer.

Tawhid Afridi (1997) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Ahnaf Nasif (1999) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Prottoy Heron (2001) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Fatin Arman Nahin (2002) Bangladeshi - youtuber.

Iftakar Chowdhury (?) Bangladeshi - actor and director.

Big Baby Gandhi / Nasif Allah (?) Bangladeshi - rapper.

Ellis Miah (?) Bangladeshi, Unspecified Caribbean - actor, singer-songwriter, DJ, composer, and producer.

Niloy Alamgir (?) Bangladeshi - actor and model.

Hero Alom (?) Bangladeshi - actor, model and social media star.

Asif Imrose (?) Bangladeshi - actor and model.

Afran Nisho (?) Bangladeshi - actor and model.

Irfan Sazzad (?) Bangladeshi - actor and model.

Adil Hossain Nobel (?) Bangladeshi - model.

Sumit Chakravarti (?) Bangladeshi, Indian - actor.

Lr Khan Simanto (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Ifte Amed (?) Bangladeshi - model.

Agun / Khan Asifur Rahman Agun (?) Bangladeshi - musician.

Saleh Ahmed (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Litu Anam (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Masum Aziz (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Fakhrul Hasan Boiragi (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Intekhab Dinar (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Azizul Hakim (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Rawnak Hasan (?) Bangladeshi - actor and playwright.

Ejajul Islam (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Helal Khan (?) Bangladeshi - actor and producer.

Mir Sabbir (?) Bangladeshi - actor and director.

Arman Parvez Murad (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Nayeem (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Nurul Islam Bablu (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Pijush Bandyopadhyay (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Ziaul Roshan (?) Bangladeshi - actor and model.

Mishu Sabbir (?) Bangladeshi - actor and model.

Sadman Sameer (?) Bangladeshi - actor and model.

Shahiduzzaman Selim (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Shahed Sharif Khan (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Afzal Sharif (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Danny Sidak (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Shatabdi Wadud (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Shams Sumon (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Taskeen Rahman (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Zayed Khan (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Titas Zia (?) Bangladeshi - actor.

Mujibur Rahman Dilu (?) Bangladeshi - television and stage actor, director, theater activist and playwright.

Minar Rahman (?) Bangladeshi - lyricist, composer, singer, actor and cartoonist.

Tony Dias (?) Bangladeshi - actor and director.

Hamin Ahmed (?) Bangladeshi - musician.

Shafin Ahmed (?) Bangladeshi - singer and composer. .

Rafiqul Alam (?) Bangladeshi - musician.

Nolok Babu (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Partha Barua (?) Bangladeshi - musician and actor. .

Balam (?) Bangladeshi - singer, guitarist, composer, performer and producer.

Tapan Chowdhury (?) Bangladeshi - musician.

Sajib Das (?) Bangladeshi - musician.

Motiul Haque Khan (?) Bangladeshi - musician.

Haider Hussain (?) Bangladeshi - singer-songwriter.

Iqbal Asif Jewel (?) Bangladeshi - singer, songwriter, guitarist, and producer.

Kaderi Kibria (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Kiran Chandra Roy (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Tapan Mahmud (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Pollob Vai (?) Bangladeshi - rapper.

Chandan Sinha (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

ZooEL / Zooel Morshed (?) Bangladeshi - audio engineer, music composer and singer.

Muhin (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Indra Mohan Rajbongshi (?) Bangladeshi - singer.

Sadi Mohammad (?) Bangladeshi - singer and composer.

Emon Saha (?) Bangladeshi - singer and musician.

Shahid / Syed Shahid (?) Bangladeshi - musician and composer.

Ferdous Wahid (?) Bangladeshi - singer and director.

Mujib Pardeshi (?) Bangladeshi - musician, film actor, and music director.

DJ Rahat / Rahat Hayat (?) Bangladeshi - DJ.

Russel Ali (?) Bangladeshi - musician.

S.I. Tutul / A B M Shahidul Islam (?) Bangladeshi - singer and musician.

Nayeem Faisal (?) Bangladeshi - Instagrammer (nayeem_faisal_).

Al Fahad Bari (?) Bangladeshi - Instagrammer (alfahadbari).

M - Athletes:

Saidur Rahman Dawn (1963) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Golam Ambia (1966) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Mohamed Shah Alam (1962) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Mohamed Shah Jalal (1966) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Shahanuddin Choudhury (1967) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Mohamed Hossain Milzer (1967) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Mohamed Mehdi Hasan (1971) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Mohamed Mahbub Alam (1972) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Bimal Tarafdar (1974) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Mohamed Abu Abdullah (1981) Bangladeshi - track and field sprint athlete.

Mohammad Shamsuddin (1983) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Syque Caesar / Quazi Syque Caesar (1990) Bangladeshi - gymnast.

Mohan Khan (1991) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Masbah Ahmmed (1995) Bangladeshi - sprinter.

Muhammad Ali (1996) Bangladeshi - boxer.

#bangladeshi fc #poc fc #rph #fc list #asian fc #task: 105 #task: bangladesh

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pov ur waiting for the midnight channel but it's not 12am yet

#persona 4 spoilers #persona 4 #gsa sl au #mayonaka terebi suteeshon #izanami persona #yukiko amagi #arttag #viddeo #p4 #⛽️🌫#//GUEEEEGHGHEHEHH.........ouUOUAGHGHGGGGGG...#//unused iznmi voice lines for Shadow interactions like this theres a boatload of them fr #//LEAVE ME ALONE I DONT KNOW HOW TO DISTORT AUDIO AND I SPENT THE REST OF THE DAY #//TRYG TO LEARN THE EDITING PROGRAM WHILE MY COMPUTER CRASHES THRICE TRYING TO EDIT THIS #//i hope it's clear i was joking abt the voice lines ive listened to whole streams just to get these #//f atls doesnt do anythig w mim im making the most outta them #//TOMATO EYESSSSS.......i couldnt get over it #//ohhhhhhhh........im telg you.....#//'oh lets make subtitles overly complicated by getting the visual novel boxes' DAMN OK #//ive many thoughts about this but i'llstop here bc theyre all jsut 'OUGGGGHG....MIMI CONTENT....FOR ME.......'#//ok im back i just wanted to say i wna stop animatig but videos igve me life also no im not drawing the #herringbone pattern 3847209560 times

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Wassup I’m just clearing out my docs now

Multiple ships -

Hau x Gladion

Looker x Nanu

Ilima x Kiawe

[TRIGGER WARNING] If you are bothered by gore and/or character death, DO NOT read on.

The battle raged fiercely around the two boys. It seemed as if a million of ultra beasts had flooded Iki town. Hau quickly sent out all of his pokemon, while Gladion frantically switched Silvally’s memory discs. “Come on! Come on!” You could hear him grumbling faintly. The battle had only been going on for five minutes when Hau noticed the first casualty. Or casualties. Illima and Kiawe were slumped against the stage next to each other, still holding hands. Hau stared at the two trial captains in disbelief. How could these two be gone already? Hau felt a tear run down his cheek as a voice brought him back to reality. “Hau! Get your head out of the clouds!” Gladion yelled at him. He wrestled with a strange brightly colored pokemon of some sort. The blond boy shoved the weird UB a few feet ahead of him. It simply stood there, not moving at all. Gladion and Hau stared at it, waiting for its next move. It had started moving its arms towards its head when it was impaled by a rock. It fell down, and none other than Kahuna Nanu and his Persian were standing behind it.

“Who were you expectin’? Olivia?” He asked the two, seeming more depressed than usual. “Oh, just so you know, lot of us are already dead.” He sighed, seemingly oblivious to the fact he could be killed at any moment. “Illima, Kiawe, Olivia, Sophocles…” He trailed off as he saw yet another UB sneaking up on a young girl. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes showing only fear. As it darted in to attack, a familiar brown coat trailed behind a man running towards the young girl. The UB kept moving and killed him instantly with a stab. The girl gasped when he slumped onto the ground and started crying hysterically, which caused the small pokemon accompanying her to get upset. She gently picked up the pokemon and sheltered it with her own body, sitting next to the man who had given his life to protect her. “Mimi, I-I’ll take care of y-you.” She said through tears “Please tell Mr. Look- Mr. Looker thank you.” Suddenly the UB was back. The beast came back and stabbed her as it had to Looker. She had lain down as the beast hurt her so she could protect the pokemon. As she weakened, her grip on the pokemon faded completely. It’s disguise was ripped to shreds. The pokemon was lost in the battle.

Despair filled Nanu’s voice. “No… n-no, no, no, you can’t be dead.” He rushed over to the figures and examined them. The raggedy purple dress had bloodstains on it, and the mutilated disguise was littered around the nearby area. She still was barely alive when they got to her. She smiled a little bit at Nanu’s presence and choked out, “I was p-protecting Mim- Mimi.”

Nanu’s gaze softened and he grabbed the young girl’s hand. “You did a good job, kid.” He lied.

She smiled again. “Thanks, Uncle Nanu…” Her eyes began drifting shut and she let out a final sigh. The kahuna turned to face his former partner’s body, eyes sparkling in tears threatening to fall. “You did too, 100kr.”

It was the first time Hau had seen Nanu cry.

As Nanu grieved, Hau sat next to him while Gladion and Silvally protected them. The pair were beating up a buzzwole when another beast approached behind Hau and Nanu. Gladion turned around to see the beast and was about to yell ‘UB!’ when another voice screamed “Golisopod, now!” Gladion watched in amazement as Guzma flew through the air and tackled the beast. A Crabominable helped finish the job, and the Melemele Island Kahuna congratulated it.

“Tutu!” Hau called out to Hala. He waved to his grandfather. Gladion and Silvally went to help when another beast- a Nihilego- came along. As the two successfully took down the UB, a blur sped past them, and Gladion fell to the ground. A red puddle started gathering around him, and as Hau made it over to Gladion, the blur sped past again. This time Hau heard an exclaimation of pain from Hala. “Tutu?!”

Hau tried to catch Hala as he fell, but couldn’t hold him up for long. Hau gently laid him on the ground. “Hala.” Hau cried, a deep, hollow pain in his chest. His two closest people in the world were both next to him, bleeding out, with nothing he could do. Through his tears, he told Gladion and Hala,

“I’ll see you two when I wake up. Mark my words, this won’t be the end!”

He sat on the ground and refused to move or let anyone move Gladion and Hala for two days. He slept on ground stained with their blood. He found a sharp rock nearby and attempted to end it there. Sun talked him out of it and managed to get Hau to go to his home.

Years later Hau still has nightmares about the battle.

#mod elite #angst #i wont tag this with anything pokemon related for consideration of the younger fans

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name: mim. nickname: mimi, midge, etc. age: 22. pronouns: she / her OR they / them. height: 5′7″. birthday: october 23rd. aesthetic: earth toned sweaters, flatform shoes, chillwave music, milky coffee, vegan friendly restaurants, all things autumnal, instagram pics of succulents. last song you listened to: haunt / a light — seoul. favourite muse(s) you’ve written: jared been fun, thus far. as for past muses, i’d say stiles stilinski, frederick chilton, and tony stark were my longest running muses, and for good reason. also, any time i’ve played an oc has been amazingly fun. what inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): i was going to use zach woods as the fc for an original character, so i started watching some of the things he’d been in. i started watching silicon valley and my oc was instantly forgotten, and jared became my new fav. what are your favourite aspects of your current muse: everything?? honestly. how he’s so high-strung but he doesn’t tell anyone, how he’d work himself to death for people who only occasionally take a moment out of their day to recognise him for it, how he loves so unconditionally, and his breaking point is so, so far beyond normal. i just love my tol sad boy so much. what’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: music. i make a lot ( a lot ) of playlists, which really helps me get ‘into the zone’. also obsessively watching and rewatching episodes so i can get a character’s voice. favourite types of threads: i really like when i know a writer well enough that we have a ton of threads going on at any given time. biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: honestly, the fact that there’s no in-built fandom to lean back on. it just means i don’t have any pre-established relationships that i don’t have to plot out ooc. which is fine, and i’m super happy that he’s getting to know a ton of new, interesting muses. but also, if you like silicon valley and you wanna, you should for sure make a blog / waggles eyebrows /.

TAGGED BY : @momagent TAGGING : @strawpolls @hermct @brainspew @ideolgue

#❪ what color is my parachute? ❫ * ooc.#❪ the seven habits of highly effective people. ❫ * about the writer.

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manythewonders · 7 years

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30 Questions Tag

Rules: answer 30 questions then tag people if you want

tagged by @drinkyourjuicejinhwan - thanks for the tag, never done one before lol !

1. Nicknames: Mimi, Mims, Milands, Rands, Randa (oh and “Spouse” but that is used only by my best friend, I call her spouse too). I like Mims and Mimi best. 2. Gender: Female 3. Star sign: Libra, through and through - and yes I do believe in star signs, I’m one of those people. 4. Height: 5′ 7″ 5. Time: 15:46 6. Birthday: 14th October 7. favorite bands: iKON, Tennis, WINNER, BTS, HAIM, Air, Foxes in Fiction, Cults - not a big band person actually! Only when it comes to kpop! 8. favorite solo artists: The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey, Flume, Missy Elliott, Beyonce, Tei Shi, DEAN, Kanye West, Kendrick Lamarr, 9. Song stuck in my head: Issues - Julia Michaels 10. Last movie watched: The Shining 11. Last show watched: Veep 12. When did i create my blog: August 2012....wowza. 13. What do i post: On this blog mainly old hollywood or auteur film related stuff. Also interested in the sixties and anything charming and vintage. But also anything I find aesthetically pleasing or think would make others laugh or smile. 14. Last thing googled: “baby sloths being washed and hung out to dry” ?!?! 15. do you have other blogs: Yes but the only one that I put any energy into other than this one is https://whydoifeelsoold.tumblr.com/ which is a kpop side blog which is more an archive than anything else. 16. Do you get asks: Um sometimes people sometimes send me nice messages, wishing me a nice day or to tell me they like my blog. Very sweet. Occasionally I get some pedantic old hollywood peeps telling me when I got a date wrong (which is appreciated when they do it nicely XD ) 17. Why did u choose your url: Because the blog was originally meant to capture the same lust for life that Keats captured in his line in a letter to his brother “ many the wonders I this day have seen...” - that was back before this blog became about old hollywood and film. 18. Following: 2,865 19. Followers: 2,752 20. Favorite colors: Orange, all shades - but especially that orange that is almost red! Whenever I see a lipstick or piece of clothing in that orange I HAVE to buy it every time. Half my wardrobe is that colour <3 21. Average hours of sleep: Yeah I hate sleeping. I wish I didn’t have to do it. Average is about 6....which explains my constant fatigue :D also I sleep more during that day than at night which is about as productive/useful as it sounds... 22. Lucky number: 8, 24, 8, 16 - anything with even numbers in it. I hate odd numbers. They’re weirdos. 23. Instruments: I played clarinet from year 2 to year 7 which I HATED. Then in high school I did intensive singing lessons and exams and was in a fair few musicals. Loved the singing but hated performing and exams. Gave it up and now I regret it so much, my voice fades and weakens more every year. 24. What am I wearing: Black skinny jeans, thick knitted navy house socks, and a blue jumper with the Vintage Great Gatsby Cover on it (the one with the weird eyes). 25. How many blankets I sleep with: TWENTY THOUSAND BC IT IS WINTER AND WHEN I EXHALE IN MY ROOM MY BREATH FOGS IN THE AIR. 26. Dream job: Counsellor with own private practice who also teaches counselling, whilst simultaneously being a novelist and owner of an extensive dog shelter like the Old Friend Dogs Home. Possibly a professional candle-maker/florist/gluten-free baker on the side. 27. Dream trip: Take the transiberian railway from St Petersburg to Moscow, Irkutsk, Lake Baikal and finish at Vladivostok. Then take boat to Japan to do both islands over two weeks, return to Vladivostok and continued on the railway through Mongolia, stopping at Ulaanbataar, then all the way down to Beijing. 28. Favorite food: Pancakes, all cakes in general, dumplings, and sashimi!!!! Oh and ALL Mexican Food and ALL Lebanese food which I can’t eat any more because of food many intolerances *cries* 29. Nationality: Australian. 30. Favorite song now: Love Will Save Your Soul - Grouplove + Bassically - Tei Shi - they capture my two alternative moods rn lol.

#i have no one to tag #:)#oh well

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oh my girl!

thank u for sending me one hsajda !! 💖💖💖

my time period as a fan / since liar liar ((bc gc was in the vid so i watched it lol))my bias among the members & why / seunghee!! she snatched my heart with her voice n then as i watched more vids i fell in love w her personality and sense of humour plus shes absolutely gorgeous what more can i ask forfavorite song / at the moment....playground has been on repeat a lotfavorite mv / liar liar the aesthetic is so nice n my stylefavorite choreo / closer bc i like the incorporation of star signs lmaofavorite era / AHHHHH debut era or pink ocean dont make me choosecutest member / if u say anyone other than arin ur lyingsexiest member / honestly..... atm jiho shes so greasy wHY am i like thisbest friend member / i wanna be friends w seunghee so bad omg like maybe gal pals but like friends is enoughbest smile / MIMI!!! GORGEOUS SMILE!!favorite rapper / ummm obviously main rapper seunghee??favorite vocalist / seunghee... can she be my fave for both orfavorite dancer / i know mimi needs recognition but legit its yooa sorry mimwhat i see for them in the future / they;ll get their first win n then i think theyll get a bit more popular i hope a lot more popular...

send me a kpop group!

#smolseulgi #ask

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mclennunf · 7 years

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This Boy - Chapter 27

~John's~ Friday came quickly that week. My birthday was a little over a week away, meaning Paul and I were suppose to get married then. I knew depending on how the meeting with the lawyer went, there was a possibility on postponing the wedding. I also knew I didn't want that. "John!" Mimi called from the bottom of the stairs. "Comin' Mimi!" I yelled back. I put on my best dress shirt and tie. A black long sleeve and my Quarrybank tie. I ran down the stairs and sat down at the table. Mimi turned around and placed two cups of tea in front of us. "Are you prepared for the meeting? Are you sure you don't want me to come?" Mimi asked. I chuckled at her persistency. "I'm ready, don't worry. Paul and I will be just fine." I told her as I sipped at my tea. "You two seem like such an odd pair. Like a married couple." Mimi joked, but my heart stopped when she said married couple. "You look like you've seen a ghost, John." Mimi observed. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "All is well, Mim. Just a bit nervous for Paul, s'gonna be hard for him and all." I said, thinking of an excuse for my odd behaviour.

It wasn't completely untrue, I knew that this was going to be hard on Paul regardless of the outcome. "John, look at the time. You're going to be late meeting Paul, all because your lack of getting up on time." Mimi scolded me as she snatched my tea away. I looked at the clock and jumped up. "Bloody hell, you're right!" I grabbed my leather jacket and slipped on my boots. "Language, John Lennon!" Mimi called after me as I walked out the door. "Bye Mimi!" I called back. It was a typical rainy day in Liverpool. I tried to shield my shirt and tie as much as possible with my leather jacket as I made my way over to my fiancées house. I didn't usually knock anymore, but I didn't want to sneak up on Paul on a day like this. I knocked a silly "secret" knock. The door flung open to reveal a small Mike. "John!" He jumped onto my leg. "Hello, son!" I laughed and hugged him back. Paul came down the stairs slowly, smiling at me. He wore a white dress shirt with a pink carnation on the chest. "Lovely flower." I winked. "Was always me Mum's favourite. She always insisted I wear on when dressin' up." Paul cooed as he looked around to make sure Gin wasn't watching, pulling me into the house and placing a light kiss on my lips. "You look handsome." I told him. "We best get goin' though." I added. Paul gave Mike a hug and sent him back into the sitting room, and Paul and I made our way to the lawyers office. "Have ye heard from Stu?" Paul asked me as we walked. I handed him a cigarette and my lighter. "Nah, not since the other day. Probably busy plannin' the wedding, love." I told him. I wondered if Stu was going to attend mine and Paul's wedding. "Most likely, it's a hard thing t'do." Paul nodded in agreement as he puffed on his cigarette. "Are ye nervous?" I finally asked, noticing the long, drawn-out drags he had been taking on the cigarette. "A bit. I know we're not in any trouble, though. Just a bit stressful, y'know?" Paul admitted, throwing the cigarette out into a puddle. I thought I saw the sign for the lawyers office. I pulled my glasses out of my pocket and put them on. The sign read M. Edison, Attorney of Law. Paul was smiling at me. "I wish you'd wear your glasses more, you can barely see yer own reflection without 'em." Paul chuckled. "They just bug me face." I told him. "Should keep 'em on, though. Might need to read paperwork or somethin'." I shrugged as we approached the building. Paul took a deep breath. "Ready?" I asked. He nodded and brushed my hand lightly with his. We entered the building and approached a young blonde woman sitting behind a desk. "Ah, you must be Mr. McCartney and Mr. Lennon. Right this way." She stood up and gestured for us to follow her. We entered a huge room made out of dark wood and deep velvet. It was not a typical sight for Liverpool. Paul and I both let our eyes wander before we heard a man's voice. "Lovely to finally meet you. I'm Maxwell Edison." The short man stuck out his hand. Paul shook first. "Paul McCartney, pleasure." He smiled. I shook his hand next. "John Lennon." I smiled awkwardly. "Please please, have a seat. I'm very glad you were able to make it." Maxwell began to say as we sat down in the two large chairs in front of his humungous desk. "Thank you for your help. We hope we aren't any trouble." Paul spoke shyly. I kept my eyes dancing back and forth between Maxwell and Paul. I was watching Paul for signs of him being too upset, or overwhelmed. "What do ye need from us today, Mr. Edison?" I asked, trying to sound more polite than my usual self. "I just need your perspective of the issue at hand, what you've suffered since then and of course what you would like to happen to Jim McCartney." As Maxwell stated Paul's fathers name, I watched his back stiffen. "Go on," Maxwell sat back in his chair after clicking the record button on a small little tape machine. I looked at Paul curiously, waiting. "It all started after me Mum passed away. Dad got on the drink hard, started resenting me and me brother Michael. He told me he was moving us to Scotland, and I utterly refused." Paul paused to take a breath. "Take your time" Maxwell reassured him. I placed my hand on his thigh secretively to calm him, remind him I was there. "He lost it. He beat me worse than ever before, broke a few of me ribs and smashed a dinner chair over my head leaving me with a concussion. I was in he hospital for a couple of weeks, missed out on a lot of school. Thankfully me Auntie Gin from London took Michael and I in, and I suppose that's it until we got home from Hamburg." Paul's voice became shaky and weak sounding. Maxwell nodded. "What happened when you arrived back in Liverpool from Hamburg?" He asked us. Paul looked at me, I assumed he wanted me to answer. "Jim showed up at their home on Forthlin Road. Started demandin' his kids and home back. Paul basically just told him to get the fu- I'm sorry, can swear on record now can I?" I chucked a bit. "Paul told him to leave and never come back. Paul and I took his younger brother Mike to school, y'know, and went our separate ways. Jim followed me, began t'blame me for Paul goin' stroppy on him and he stabbed me in the back with a pocket knife." I told Maxwell, trying to sound as calm as possible to keep Paul composed. "Horrible. Absolutely disgusting. I am sorry this happened to you, boys." Maxwell apologized, lighting a very fancy cigar. "Do you think the consequences of Jim McCartney's actions should be those of the fullest extent of the law?" Maxwell asked. It took me a moment to process what he had said, it seemed like a lot. I looked at Paul, awaiting his response. "I do." Paul nodded. "What about yourself, Mr. Lennon?" I nodded. "Good. Because what you might not realize, is what he did to both of you is attempted murder. He can go to jail for the rest of his natural life if we go about this trial correctly, boys." Maxwell told us, quite proudly. He stopped the recording. "We will move forward with the trial with you, sir." Paul announced, rather happy with his decision. I nodded in agreement. "Wonderful. I will get it all prepared and contact Jim's lawyer. I will contact you personally when we have our first court date." Maxwell said as he stood up, extending his hand. We both stood up to shake his hand. "Thank you, sir." I said. We were escorted back out of the office by the small woman. I lit up a cigarette for myself and Paul as we exited. "That man gets things done quickly, doesn't he?" I laughed a bit as I handed Paul the cigarette. Paul chucked and nodded. "Are ye okay?" I asked as the rain began to pick up. "Yeah. Much less than I expected." Paul half smiled as he spoke. "I don't wanna burst your bubble, but I think it's the trial that will be most difficult." I admitted, taking a long drag off my cigarette. "We'll do it together and it'll be grand." Paul smiled and took my hand for a moment. "HEY!" We heard a yell behind us. Paul jumped 50ft in the air as he spun around. A sopping wet George and Ritchie approached us. "What are you lads doin' all dressed up?" Ritchie asked. "Had the meeting with the lawyer." Paul answered, almost too quietly under the heavy rain. "Bloody hell, have ye been outside all mornin'?!" I asked, laughing at their wet-dog appearance. They both chuckled. "Just moved out of me parent's place to stay with Ritchie. Gotta be an adult and all, me Dad says. Old enough to run away to Hamburg, old enough to live on me own." George explained, flashing his big teeth. Paul smiled widely, I could tell he missed George. "Practice tomorrow? Whaddya say boys?" I asked, bumping Paul with my elbow. "Yeah! C'mon over t'mine and Geo's." Ritchie suggested. "We best go before we catch the bloody plague out here, though. See ye tomorrow!" Ritchie said. The boys turned around and waved, running back down the street toward Ritchie's flat. I laughed at the sight. Paul remained rather quiet as we continued walking in the cold rain. "Paul?" I said, nudging his side lightly. "We're gonna have to postpone the wedding, aren't we?" He said, sadness washed over his face. I sighed. "We might have to. Trust me, m'love, I don't want to." I said as we walked up to the door of his home. "Maybe we should get a flat... Like, our own." Paul said as he stepped inside the door, me close behind. "I'd love that. Let's aim to get married before the year is out, though." I kissed him finally when the door was closed. "Mike?" Paul said quite loudly, trying to find out if his brother had made it to school. No answer. "Gin?" Followed shortly after. I kicked my shoes off and undid my tie. "I feel like we did a bunch of shit today, I'm just exhausted." I mumbled as I stretched. "C'mon, lets go lie down in me room." Paul grabbed my hand and brought me up to his bedroom. He opened the door like a gentleman, lifting the covers and crawling in against the wall. I lied down beside him and pulled him into my arms. "Wanna tell me what's goin' through that pretty little mind of your's?" I asked, almost feeling how fast his train of thought was on my chest. "No, love. I just want.... I just want to be here. With you. Y'know?" Paul said softly, nuzzling his face into my neck and getting comfortable. He was most obviously worn out mentally and emotionally. "I understand, m'love." I smiled to myself and placed a kiss on the top of his head. Things were looking up.

#mclennon fanfiction #mclennon #this boy

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