#my poor bably

[strawberri-syrup]

hey chat guess what i’m sitting in a jiffy lube waiting room instead of on a hike

[taki118]

IruClarAzz Master Post Part 12

Just collecting all of the cuteness of the Love Trio and adding my commentary. Spoilers ahead very current with the manga. (Also warning I may make jabs at the IruAmeri ship here and there just small comparisons showing why I don’t like it as much, no hate but if you don’t like your ship being talked about even slightly negatively probably look away.)

If you didn’t see it Part 1 is here, Part 2 is here, Part 3 here Part 4 here  Part 5 here Part 6 here Part 7 here Part 8 here Bonus here Part 9 here Part 10 here Part 11 here

Getting ready

Clara making sure the pair take care of themselves during the event

They are so proud of themselves

Look he has dolls of Azz and Clara and patches of Opera and Sullivan (The closest you can get of ameri imagery are the other designs if you squint)

So the haunted house was a success and Iruma gets the prize but theres an issue and Azz and Clara are so upset for Iruma

But as it turns out this rank can't be given by the teaching staff and will have to leave and work with one of the 13 crowns as a test, which Iruma has mixed feelings about. Again the focus is how he does not want to be separated from those he cares about again, but the focus is Azz and Clara followed by Sullivan and Opera, this could have easily been a group shot but its not, these are the people most important to Iruma

Soooooooo I didn't take a shot of the gag (curse you tumblr photo limits) but the Crown Iruma is working with gives him a bell that he can use once during the test to get him something important he needs and Iruma rings it immediately and its followed by this and when I tell you I DIED at this moment of my god haha.

The crown is undeniably confused but sir you don't understand you cannot separate them, and I am so happy it's been so long since these three got to do a thing together and oddly they are incredibly helpful.

So the test is establishing a kingdom for the many eared demons and they gotta wear these cute ears to blend in

I just love how delighted Clara is and if you'll notice Azz took out his phone to get a pic of her and Iruma before getting annoyed by what is very likely a scam

I just love Azz stopping Clara

The crown is talking up Iruma and the pair are so delighted

A rather unfriendly boy of the many ears is brought on to be a guide and he's not happy about it I love that this is basically the "He asked for no pickles" meme

Its just cute

Again just cute, but this was kinda the perfect test for Iruma theres no way he'd want to rule over these demons

I love that Azz is now fluent in Clara ..... to a degree.

Haha the rare moments they share a braincell

They see the boys room is full of books and I just like Iruma and Clara sharing a book

So Iruma comes up with an interesting plan and again ask for the pairs help and god Azz's face

We get a rare chapter from Clara's POV where we see just how miserable she was at school before Iruma and Azz came into her life

And we get to see the important people to Clara and I think its nice how much she cares about her teachers

I like that the center focus of Clara's Luck montage is her laughing with Iruma and Azz

SO part of the plan is to teach the many ears magic while Iruma and Azz are having poor luck but suprisingly Clara's weird explaination works

I love how Iruma is just delighted while Azz and Clara are being smug and teasing the kid

Iruma is lucky he's with them as again he can't really cook but I love how they immedietly after hearing the growl clock it as Iruma but for once its not

Again surprisingly (not really) Clara is the best for the situation they are in, currently taking care of kids to teach them.

Clara goes full in on the school giving them looks that resemble their teachers and slight uniforms for kids, and again it actually helps to settle them down and focus.

These outfits are so great though you can kinda see influences from the Bablys teaching staff in their designs but it's still undeniably them and I love the little like titles they have.

[hockeynoses]

fix me up along the line (Ste/ddie snz fic)

Summary: Another Ste/ddie snz fic! (Will I ever stop? Only time will tell.) Inspired by @sneezeshame's post here. Steve is traveling for work and is super sick. He calls Eddie from his hotel room. Future fic.

Rating: Other than snz stuff, this could be rated PG. I thought about making Eddie have the kink here, but I didn't. 1k.

Warnings: Mess. Implied future contagion.

Notes: The title is a line from the full version of the ancient song Hello My Baby. I've loved that song ever since I saw that frog singing it. 💖

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Eddie fiddles with the strings on his guitar, killing time while he waits to hear from Steve. He’d promised he’d call Eddie once he got settled at the hotel up in Seattle; some conference his fancy job was making him travel for. Eddie had just gotten back to their house in LA from a gig that kept him away for the weekend. Their schedules caused them to just miss each other, Eddie arriving home the afternoon Steve left.

The shrill ring of the phone pulls him from his thoughts. Finally!

“Hey!”

“Hey babe.”

“You made it! Wait, you did make it, right?”

“Yep, checked idn a bidt ago,” Steve says. Eddie hears what he thinks is a squeaky, congested sniffle. “I’b godda have a shower soon and thedn head down for dinner.”

“Nice. How was the flight?” Eddie asks.

“Idt was… haah… hold odn… ihhh … hih’YEEHIISSHHH’oo!”

Eddie hears a wet, spraying sneeze explode on the other end of the line and blinks in shock. It sounds like Steve had time to twist away from the phone and has now set it down in an attempt to find some tissues.

“Shiiihh- ugh. SNF. Shidt.” An ill-sounding noseblow gurgles down the line, and concern pierces through Eddie.

“You feelin’ alright, sweetheart?”

“I’ve just beed sneezing all day,” Steve groans. “And I thigk the plane gave mbe a headache.” He follows that up with a few desperate, soupy sniffles, trying to stop his nose from running freely. “The cabidn pressure was bmessing with bmy sinuses and I couldn’t stob sneeziiii-hih… Hiiiih-ZZSSHHESSH’iue!”

“It sounds like you’re sick, babe.” He knows how stubborn Steve can be on the rare times he does get sick. Steve was already stressed about this trip, and Eddie doesn’t want him to overexert himself if he really is feeling that poorly.

“I dod’t… huh… I dod’t have tibe to be …haah… het’GGKSSHHH’uh! Hep’TIISHHH! Ughh. To be sigg.” Judging from the sound of those, Steve was just letting them fly, sneezing openly and spraying his hotel room with everything he had. The scrape of several tissues being pulled from a box fills the air, followed by a long, crackling blow.

“I hate to break it to you, but I think you might be. You sound awful already.” Eddie cups the receiver to his face with both hands. There’s a tug in his heart and he wants nothing more than for Steve to be back home so he can take care of him. He’d force him to stay in bed and would wait on him hand and foot, bringing him anything he asked for. “Did this just start today?”

“Dno…” Another sickly sniffle. “I’ve felt rudn down for a couble of days. Then last night I started sdeezing and I-iiihhh huh’KKSSSHH’IUE!” An exhausted sigh. “I didn’t gedt mbuch sleep.” He pulls a handful of tissues out, one after the other, and buries his face in them. “I thigk the pressure on the plane mbade it worse and then ihhh- HEH’TSSCHUH! Idt’s jusdt so damp here.” He clears his throat, his voice starting to go a little ragged. “I got caught ind the rain tryigg to hail a cab, which pro-ahh-bably didn’t h-he-hih’AEEISSHHah! SNF. Helb.”

“Poor thing. I wish I was there with you.”

“Probably best thadt… thadt you-ooo… huh’NGGSSHHiggh! Guh. Thadt you aren’t.” Eddie doesn’t think he’s imagining things when he hears the sheer mess of that one, thick and telling. “I thigk I’b pretty condagious. Huh… hih’YEIISHH’IUE!”

The line crackles as Steve sneezes uncovered, directly onto the receiver; the wet, viscous mess of it contaminating everything. Eddie flinches back on instinct. Steve sounds so cold-ridden and contagious that Eddie almost believes he could catch it over the phone, halfway across the country.

Steve moans, “SNF. Oh god. I’b so sorry. I cadn’t stob.”

“Steve… you sound really, really sick. Are you sure you should be going out like that?” Steve’s too busy abusing another tissue with a drenching noseblow to respond, so Eddie adds hopefully, “You should just come home.”

“Cadn’t. The bmanagement team specifically chose bme to represent the compady at the conference, and if I – if I – hih’kgxshht! Ugh. ‘Scuse bme. If I wandt the promotion I have to keeb bmy shit together. Ha-k’ISH’IGSHH’uh!”

“I don’t think anyone’s going to appreciate you getting them sick.” Eddie says, appealing to Steve’s vanity in a last-ditch effort. Everyone who comes within ten feet of him is going to be at risk of catching this thing. He’s going to be shaking so many hands, sharing so many meals, sitting in so many crowded conference rooms…

“I dod’t really have mbuch of aahh…Ha’AEESHHH’IUE! SNF. Mbuch of a choice.” Another miserable blow travels down the line, straight into Eddie’s ear.

There’s a beat of silence where Steve must be dazed after such a heavy noseblow, trying to catch his breath. Eddie can hear his open-mouthed, congested panting crackle over the phone receiver. If they don’t sanitize every inch of that place after he leaves, whoever stays there next is going to be in for a world of misery.

“I still wish there was something I could do,” Eddie says. “You sure you don’t need some food delivered? Or a care package? I can check if a delivery service would go to the pharmacy-”

“Eddie,” Steve says, and Eddie hears the smile in his voice despite everything. “You’re sweedt, but I’b good.”

“Okay…” Eddie’s still going to see about that pharmacy, just try and stop him. “You’ll let me know if it gets any worse? I could always fly up there and come rescue you.”

Steve chuckles, which turns into the beginnings of a cough. “I’ll be finde, really. Jusdt have to power through a few…heh…days…heh’RRIISHHH’IUE!” Another careless, wet sneeze bursts from him, dousing the phone in droplets, making Eddie wince again.

“May God bless your soul,” Eddie says, with exaggerated sincerity. Steve is too distracted to thank him.

“Ugh, whadt a bmess,” he says, pulling more tissues from his dwindling supply. “I’ve godda get these under condtrol.” His words are muffled into the bundle of tissues before he releases a long, squelching blow.

“Good luck with that.”

“Thaggs,” Steve responds, matching his sarcastic tone. He swallows around his burning throat. “Well, I’ve godda gedt in the shower and gedt cleaned up before dinner.”

“Alright, I’ll let you go.” Eddie has to stop himself from pouting. “But call me before you go to bed, yeah?”

“Assumbing I don’t gedt back and immediately pass oudt. Hih-kxxngt!” Steve says, smothering another sneeze in his full, slimy tissues.

Eddie huffs a laugh. “Okay. Take care of yourself, sweetheart.”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The last thing Eddie hears is Steve’s breath hitching before the clunk of the contaminated phone being placed back into its holder cuts off the call. Eddie immediately starts looking into getting a care package from the pharmacy delivered…maybe some soup, too. Steve’s gonna need it.

[itfitsitshipsart]

I'd love to hear more about your s/i; I'm glad to see another self shipper into this series 🌸

you really want to? Then please excuse my ramblings!

So, my S/I (whose name is Evelyn, like all of my S/Is) is a teacher at Bablys school, and was a classical singer. She's the music teacher, teaching children music based magic and also plain music as an extracurricular (every school needs the arts). Her closest friends are Balam and Kalego, eventually getting romantic with Kalego.

She's a siren, and her bloodline ability is 'Siren's Song'. This ability allows her to manipulate a person's emotions and more or less hypnotize people with her music. Its effectiveness is based on her mana, and how open the target is to being manipulated by her.

As a child, she was a year below Kalego and Balam, and began to follow them partway through the year. Kalego tolerated her, and Balam was happy to have another friend. At some point through those years, she started to have feelings for Kalego, but didn't act on them as he didn't seem interested.

Evelyn was the talk of her first year's music festival, and that gave her connections to start a music career. She didn't plan to be a teacher at first, and after school she went into music, keeping lightly in touch with mainly just Balam. She ended up feeling like that music career wasn't completely for her though, and some years later she became a teacher!

I could go on about the pining Evelyn has for Kalego, his oblivious, and poor Balam failing miserably at helping, and the great relief when they finally get together, but I'd hate to go on too long. So maybe another post for that?

it's great meeting another fan of the series! Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun seriously needs more attention and love.

[mr-voorhees-husband]

cowboy anon here with some of that cowboy content, enjoy!

“They think you’re hot.” Quentin says suddenly. 

Montana poked the cue ball with precision and sent a solid red ball into a nearby socket. “That so?”

The magician nods his head vigorously. “You should’ve heard them gushing about how handsome they think you are.” He’s almost smug relaying the information. 

The mercenary hummed in thought. He’s met you a handful a times, and each time he had to be introduced to you, as you looked so starkly different each time. “Have I actually seen their real face before?”

Quentin pulled a doubtful expression. “Probably not, if I’m being honest. I’ve hardly even seen their actual face, and I’ve worked with them for years.” He admits. 

With a frustrated sigh, Montana turns to the magician. “How can you tell it’s them, then?”

The dark haired man shrugged, looking sheepish. “I dunno, they kinda just have this…” he wiggles his fingers in the air, “air about them.”

Montana levels the other man with an annoyed look as he chalks up his pool stick.

“… they also have this really distinctive scent?” Quentin offers. 

This piques Montana’s interest, and it showed in his face. 

“Yeah, it’s like, sandalwood, vanilla, and bourbon?” Quentin shrugs, “You’d know it if you smell it. They smell like a fancy bar basically; Chameleon gave it to them as a gift so they wear it everyday.”

The cowboy files away all the new information for a later date. Smugly, he lines up another shot as Quinten still rambles on about you, carelessly throwing out private information. 

“Sounds like you know ‘em pretty damn well.” Montana cuts the magician’s ramble off with his annoyed tone, mood turning sour with each bit of information revealed.

Quinten rolls his eyes. “Oh please, they’re my best friend and work colleague, there’s no need to be jealous.” Montana just grunts and glares. “I mean it! I love them like a sibling. If you wanted to shoot your shot, I’d encourage it!”

The cowboy took that as all the permission he needed to pursue you.

===

You felt like such a creep, watching from the corner of the room.

 Doctor Octopus was having a villain gala of some sort where your mentor was invited; naturally, he drags you along so he can bitch about the poor wine selection and abysmal wait staff. Rather than subject yourself to listening to the French man bore on and on about his disapproval of all around him. You hide by the vast red curtains and fold into yourself, your hair obscuring some of your vision as you stare down Montana Brice. You weren't even in costume, your plain face and average, nondescript build all out for the world to see, and there you were, unblinkingly watching the cowboy fiddle with his bolo tie and drink scotch.

“There you are!” a loud, shameless voice calls to you. You rip your attention away from the object of your affections to peer at your old friend, Quinten Beck. “Nearly didn’t recognize you, get rid of your slouch and i’d never know!” he exclaims, happily and affectionately slapping your back and taking another sip of his cocktail. “Heard you ran in to Jackson at a concert or something? How’d that go?”

You groan and cover your face with your hands. 

“That bad, huh?”

“I just ran away, Quin, i couldn't even face him.” you bemoan. “I can barely stand here in the same room as him.”

Your old friend looks over your shoulder, cobalt eyes observing something behind your back. “Uh huh, so say on a scale from one to ten, how bably can’t you face him?”

“Like, a twelve.”

The dark haired man hums and nods before handing you his drink. “Drink all of this right now.”

You knew Quinten well enough to trust him to not poison you, and so you did as he commanded. Cocktails like this were dangerous, it tasted fully like fruit juice with no burn of alcohol, but by the time you finished tipping the remaining contents down your throat, you could feel the liqueur’s effect. 

“Okay, good.” he encourages, running his hand through your hair, pushing it back out of your face. “Because Jackson is marching over here as we speak.”

Your eyes widen in fear. “What? No. I have to leave!”

Quinten threw you a comedic frown and shrugged, mouthing, “Too late,” before turning you around and shoving you forward.

You fell into someone sturdy, a bit shorter than you. To stabilize yourself you grab their shoulder and forearm.

“Jackson! I see you’ve met (Y/N)!”

Teal eyes bore up into your shocked frozen gaze. “We really need to stop meeting like this, darlin’.”

The words cause you to stand ramrod straight at your full height, about half a head taller than the cowboy. “Mon- Mr. Brice.” you greet him stiffly, as if you hadn’t spent the first hour of this whole affair watching him from a distance, mentally referring to him as possessive things in your head. 

“Please call me anything else, sugar, Mr. Brice was my father.” he smoothly says, siping from his glass again. 

You swear you could die right at this moment. You just couldn’t handle these words of affection.

“Mind if i steal your friend for a bit, Beck?” the drawling question was aimed at Quinten, although those teal eyes never left your form. 

From your peripheral, you see Quinten shrug. “Have at ‘em; I need another drink anyways.”

What a fucking traitor.

Before you could even logically process all that was going on around you, a firm hand grips your elbow and you’re being gently dragged to a balcony outside.

There were a few awkward moments as Montana finished his scotch, letting the silence stew until you were sweating bullets. 

“Took you seven minutes to blink while you were watching me.” he reveals shamelessly, turning to look at you.

You feel all your blood rush to your face in embarrassment, you wanted to pass out or jump over the ledge or something to just escape this situation. 

“I’m sorry.” You squeak out. ‘This is it,’ you think. ‘The rejection, the ridicule, the insults. Mr. Chameleon was right, never fall for men with accents-’

Montana chuckles lightly, laying his glass down on the stone ledge. “Never said you had to apologize darlin’.” this causes you to freeze up even more. “Just thought it wass nice you’ve been watching me as much as I’ve been watching you.” he gives you a half lidded look, looking utterly smitten.

Oh. 

Oh!

GOT ME KICKING MY LEGS AND SHIT

HSHAHSHSHSHEHEHEHEH

I LOVE U SO MUCH 🤠ANON THIS IS SO!! YES!!!

[ranboo5]

Snippet I wrote abt how the Syndicate. Meets Ranboo. See Tommy and Tubbo are not. The Best. At keeping their new roomie discreet 

This snippet was written b4 I watched the movie and thus cares very little about any events in the movie but the movie’s timeline IS pretty gutted so. Just. Completely new scene ig

Meanwhile, three ragtag anarchists have an impromptu meeting on the car ride home.

“I would just leave it alone, man,” says the large man in the passenger seat. “I dunno what they're hidin', and honestly, I'm kinda afraid to ask.”

“Maybe it's important,” offers the man tapping out the time signature of the song playing on the radio on the steering wheel. “Maybe they've got some poor fuck... handcuffed to their radiator, or something.” He laughs.

“Why would you bring that up as a possibility, Philza?!”

“No,” pipes up the woman in the back, brushing aside a strand of hair dyed the same once-bright pink as the man in the passenger seat. “I don't think they would have someone handcuffed to their radiator.” She pauses, squinting out the window. “Right?”

“I dunno, man. I wouldn't put it past 'em.”

“They're not that baaaad,” says Philza reassuringly.

“Never underestimate the enemy, Philza.”

“‘The enemy’? What the fuck!” Phil laughs, giving the intersection ahead a leisurely glance before deciding to run the stop sign.

“Listen, it's been a while since I talked to 'em, alright, I wouldn't put it past 'em. I wouldn’t put it past anyone in this apartment complex.”

His tone is the kind of reasonable where whether it is sarcastic or not is completely dependent on whether it turns out to be necessary.

Phil laughs harder. His companion smiles, even as he turns to address the woman in the back.

“Niki, what do you think?“

“I think that’s very fair, Technoblade. Tommy does not have the smarts to handcuff someone to a radiator, though,” Niki contributes.

“Tubbo, though,” Philza points out.

“Tubbo is not that bad.”

“True.”

“Ehhhhh,” says Technoblade, thinking back on his conversations with the kid.  

“Well, I mean,” ventures Niki. “Does it matter?”

“Well–”

“Does it matter if we aren’t going to do anything, is my question.”

“True,” concedes Techno. “And I mean– we’re pro-bably not gonna do anythin’. Right? Rrright?”

“Yeaaah,” says Phil. “I mean, unless the paranoia wins out.”

-

It's broad midday in the apartment complex, and the paranoia has won out.

“Are you sure about this, Technoblade?” Niki asks, dusting off her jacket. She is, but Techno is pacing and readjusting his crown with his free hand in a way that definitely doesn't convey he's nervous, nope, not whatsoever. (Niki's no snitch.)

Techno gratefully takes the opportunity to start talking. “Look-- look at it this way,” he says. “If it's plausible. That they got some guy in there, right. And we don't do anythin'. Then we're the bad guys.”

He pauses for effect, and to process. Niki nods.

“And if it turns out they don't– well–”  He stutters, gesturing incoherently at the door with his free hand. He’s not one to swing the machete around carelessly. “A– a little breakin' and enterin' never hurt anyone. Right? Right?”

“Mmhmm,” says Niki enthusiastically, getting the pin out of her pocket. “They’ll understand.”

And then there comes an indistinct sound from the other side of the door, of something moving, and the possibility of finding an empty apartment drops out from under them.

Technoblade laughs nervously. “They're– they're gone right now, right?”

The sound gets closer. And this time it’s a voice, not Tommy's or Tubbo's, and Techno readjusts his grip on the machete and Niki rams the pin into the lock and fiddles with it urgently. The locks in this complex are pretty shitty, so it gives way pretty fast, and–

“Hello!” says the eight-and-a-half foot someone standing in the living room cheerfully.

“Oh, shit,” says Niki.

“Well,” says Techno, “at least you’re not handcuffed to the radiator.”

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

6 Weird Tracks of IPKKND

Version: What were the creatives thinking? - wait - poor guys and women knew what was happening and with the way ITV (Indian Television) works, we know who might have stuck their nose and ruined things #ilovenandsupportwritersandcreators #letIndiantvcomeinseasonsandworkwonders

TL;DR The Taming of Lavanya Kashyap

- Why dress up as Khushi 2.0? Why forget that Lavanya is a damn suave working woman? (Saved by Lavanya & Khushi’s friendship).

The Whole Arnav-Is-Murderer, Suicide, Arnav’s Misunderstanding Reveal Track

- Arnav, an atheist, would murder his wife because of astrological implications in his birth chart? 

- If a woman is convinced that her husband can kill her, it’s not funny. 

- Suicide is NOT funny. 

The Kidnapping Track

- Khushi as Bond? Replacing petrol with water (no... I know she can save him but no...)? The hut? Masala Mama? Private Detective?

Let’s do Rasam & Suhaagraat Attempt 1.2

- When logic was missing in both of their heads. 

- Also, there’s a DIFFERENCE between DISCOMFORT and being BASHFUL.

Aarav - Arnav 2.0

- When the whole family thinks it’s cute to tell a woman how her husband’s ex’s child looks similar to her husband. Aww. 

The Mrs. India ‘Contest’

- The dresses, ‘rounds’ and Khushi’s amazing disbelief in herself. Wasn’t this the same woman who once said that life is not measured by a mere challenging win and loss to Lavanya, Sim & Pam? Was this not the same woman who was proud to be the way she was? The curious case of Khushi losing her intelligence *cry* And every 4 Lions show post this has had fantastic fashion sense... why? 

The Taming of Lavanya Kashyap

Alright, before anyone gawks at me let me put it out that I know this was Indian television and this was the time when the poor writers were kind of forced to make this show more family friendly as this romantic (and initially dark) show was aired on Star Plus and not Star One.

So I don’t have a problem with the idea per se. In fact it’s a fantastic, clever and ingenious way of getting Khushi into Shantivan. What I have a problem with is with the values they impart on what being a woman is.

Anjali, for me, is the quintessential sanskaari yet lovable character. She smiles and is elated at the thought of tradition. Although she complains and pushes her brother to follow rituals - it’s all done in light humor. When things get serious, she is more concerned about the grey aspects of his life and is painfully aware that her brother is still haunted by the shadows of his past. 

So perhaps after crafting a character who can be adorably traditional yet sensible, it puzzled me to no end as to what crap in the world was Khushi teaching Lavanya; tea bags v/s tea leaves, marry if you want the man to stick with you, marriage is the only important social marker of a woman (?), no man wants to marry a modern woman so dress up like a bride to be seen as a bride (wtf).  And alright, we can excuse Khushi on the fact that she has been raised in a highly conservative society, it’s extremely troubling when ASR tells Lavanya to chose between being at home or working in the office (if I am wrong, please correct me).  All of this could have just been more... appropriate. Yes, Lavanya turning out as this lovable, slightly goofy yet terribly honest and perceptive woman stole my heart. I loved that part from the bottom of my heart. But the journey to being there - not too much. 

- I would have loved a scene where Khushi would get to know Lavanya. About her boundaries. Her lifestyle and upbringing in London (? - she gives NRI vibes). The way her family isn’t connected (the gasp everyone has when Lavanya says she isn’t connected to her cousin is NORMAL, people don’t keep connections), Lavanya’s own struggle to rise in the fashion industry and her eventual friendship and love to ASR. This scene would give growth to Khushi to not judge a woman by the length of her skirt and Lavanya too that just because Khushi came from a conservative household does not mean she’ll keep her judgements. 

- ONE scene where Khushi would have asked the family to change Arnav, just as Lavanya is changing for Arnav. It would be nice to see the Lavanya and Khushi growing protective towards each other over time as this is the first time either would be making honest friends. And a nice mirror to the society’s refusal of changing their boys (we had Balika Vadhu at the same time so this wouldn’t be too difficult. If going religious then men too should idolize Shri Ram and be virtuous if they expect all the women to be Sitas).

- Lastly, a mature conversation about Arnav’s reluctance to marry (not the weird Shivanya Sharanya - marriage does not guarantee character or fidelity - *cough* Shyam Manohar Jha *cough* Arnav’s dad?). Lavanya’s worry should have stemmed from Arnav’s reluctance to marry her. [One wonderful scene to throwback is when Anjali quickly perceives that her brother is not so much against marriage as he is against marrying Lavanya - the first time Tu Hi Bata Mere Maula plays].

#thissectionrantisover

The Whole Arnav-Is-Murderer, Suicide, Arnav’s Misunderstanding Reveal Track

What in the Lord’s name was that? I... I don’t have words. First of all Khushi believing that a clearly atheist Arnav married her because of astrological errors in his birth chart? Just because she saw it on news? There’s one thing about Khushi being cute and other being idiotic. 

Also... I did not crack a single smile when she imagined Arnav to have poisoned her tea or smother her in her sleep. The belief that your husband can murder you for his own benefit is VERY TROUBLING. This is what a lot of spouses fear in a relationship where there’s constant domestic abuse. Maybe I’m being picky because I’ve seen a lot of victims terrified, truly, because of how their partners could kill them and it is far away from being hilarious. 

Nobody in a marriage should be convinced that their spouse can kill them - if they are convinced then this is RED FLAG for something serious. It’s never funny. 

And oh dear, Khushi trying to attempt suicide. WHO THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY? I refuse to believe the writers weren’t intelligent because from whatever little I’ve read from Gautam’s thoughts and interviews - he’s an amazing intellectual with the sharpest of minds and someone who knows and is sensitive about mental health among other things. And in fact as what phati-sari (a fantastic IPKKND blogger) said, writers are paid and trained to bring great things on the table.

So yes, for whatever reasons they know best, this scene was off the hook. I could not laugh and felt like there was a stone lodged in my throat for all of the episodes. A person attempting suicide is NOT funny. 

And honestly it didn’t make sense that in front of Arnav’s eyes Khushi was going to commit suicide because she believed Arnav loved someone else and then he thought that of course, she totally does not have feelings for him. 

The fight - independently - is fine. I get it that something explosive had to have happened for Arnav to spill why he married her and I so sorely wish it was something else. 

The Kidnapping Track

So by now you know that I don’t blame the people for how they handled the track because unlike Western content Indian television shoots for 12-16 hours daily, hats off! So the writers, actors, production - all did their best. 

Again, NO problem with the idea of getting Arnav kidnapped - AMAZING. And may I say I was a little happy to see him get into such a big trouble because she told him to believe her and he didn't. Sorry, I am evil. 

The biggest problem is everything else. While it’s amazing to see Khushi and Manorama unite in this crisis, it was a cringe fest with Khushi and Manorama all going Detective James Bond over this. On top of that Masala Mama and the Babli hangover was... pointless? 

If anything, I think this would be a great time for Khushi to realize all the lies that could have been fed to Arnav. Like of course Arnav saw them on the terrace, but how could he have been so sure that Khushi loved Shyam passionately, was ready to have an affair until these vile thoughts were supplemented by Shyam? 

A good time to fester Khushi’s hatred for Shyam to an extent that she doesn’t follow the typical Indian code of avoid-your-molester-and-keep-quiet-of-his-harrassment. Also, instead of having Akash and Payal as separate components to this story, it would have been great if Akash and Payal started having doubts on Khushi’s marriage on the first place.

It would be great if Akash already got a sense of Payal hiding something and he would keep on reassuring her with the belief she could tell him anything and then when the Shyam thing blew up it would have explained that Akash would have supported Payal and Khushi had Payal trusted him.

Anyways, it was wonderful to see Khushi rescuing Arnav - a nice knight in distress and damsel in shining armor. I liked the dreams they shared - the Teri Meri was stunning and hot and I was in no hurry to see an awkwardly executed consummation sequence where honestly the tension fizzed and both looked like they were drunk to perform near rapey scene (honestly the closeups were weird, the ones where you can see both of them kinda looks hot). Also, the logic to keep your wife buried in hay in the middle of nowhere and not attempt to keep running - ? 

And I wish she once told Arnav that she knew he was in trouble because if everything was normal, he would have not said it. He preferred to not see her face in most occasions. *angst*

I honestly loved the initial things that Khushi was doing - her fear, inability to not think of anything except Arnav, logging London hours and times of his meetings, suspicion on the one man who hates them both - everything a woman can do when everything seems ‘normal’. The desperation totally built to a full blown making out session whenever they would meet. 

I am pro Arnav Khushi consummation - duh - like if they literally did it in the boxes after that nose touch and intense eye sex while hiding from all the goons - yup, do it in those boxes!

Let’s do Rasam & Suhaagraat Attempt 1.2

There are many ways to propose to your husband to marry again. Telling him their marriage is invalid because they didn’t do rituals and hence might end up being inappropriate to the society - talk about a turn off. 

This also happens after they’ve shared a bed, shy moments, and consummation attempt 1.1 (ugh, the hut). Also I think Arnav is experienced, at least more knowledgable than Khushi when it comes to sex so I think he would get consent? 

There is, again, NOTHING FUNNY about teasing your spouse to have sex when they’ve NEVER had it and are VISUALLY TERRIFIED about it. 

Arnav, you know foreplay - the dancing, Diwali, nose brushing by boxes while goons run around, the passion dancing at your *weird* Honeymoon (bang worthy moments) - SO WHY FREAK HER OUT! 

It hurts because Khushi looks so damn gorgeous in those curls and red/pink ensemble. It’s also weird because just for those moments Khushi turns into a passionless, freaked out woman. 

It’s very natural. I just so wish it was mutual attraction and Khushi putting a pause to the consummation despite her body’s desire to do so because she wants to marry him and wants to have some beautiful memories associated and probably knows what’s her status in his life cause he does interchange “you’re my wife” and “you’re nothing” often. 

Also, never got the Radha Krishna reference. They’re the paramount of love. So... the topic of remarriage could’ve been stronger with Akash getting Payal a marriage gift for their six month anniversary and Khushi getting afraid of that because we all know what’s going to happen at the end of six months. 

Also this episode hurts because both Arnav and Khushi look so hot. He’s in his black best with the perfect amount of gel to let a few stray hair strands flicker and Khushi is *dreamy sigh*

Aarav - Arnav 2.0

I, for the life of me, could not understand this track at all. Khushi’s fears were made so dramatic and illogical that I honestly cringed the way she approached this. Like honestly she was panicking for nothing and ready to set her bags. (The moment where Arnav hugged her and told her not to leave was very sweet, but apart from that everything was very weird).

The revelation was like one weird sudden fact build up and I’m like... ok? And infantilizing Khushi in front of Aarav was very weird. I felt bad for Arnav over here. The way Khushi confuses him, confuses me to no end! Also what’s with the double standard of Sheetal being all modern and there’s no problem and Khushi looking very weird, dated and honestly immature as hell in front of her (I’m not going to talk about the embarrassing basketball scene, nor of Khushi being a peon).

What irked me the most was the whole family suddenly clinging to Sheetal and Aarav FOR NO REASON.

It’s like Sheetal became a part of the house FOR NO REASON. EVERYONE LOVES AARAV BECAUSE HE’S JUST LIKE ARNAV and Aarav has done nothing to be remotely attached to anyone so I’m just lost here.

Aarav is honestly very mean to Khushi and really disrespects her and I find it weird that his temper is praised - which can all evolve to problematic behaviors as an adult.

Aarav doesn’t know how to take no. Has issues in dealing with obedience, respect and is pretty disrespectful to women (except his mother) and nowhere is it even showed that things get better as he feels more acclimatized in the house but no he just has a sudden bout of ‘oh she’s my mum’. 

I find this troubling because all in all Arnav was always immensely respectful of his family and especially the women in his family and we can say that true Aarav is also scarred on learning his ‘mother’ utilized him against a man he considers his father - who is not his dad... but, to stop rambling, Aarav had a lot of potential of growth too. 

To think about it, Lavanya’s rudeness with the househelp (even after she was drenched in water) was immediately taken as that she’s a terrible human being and Aarav’s temper is taken as a great attitude. 

Anyways, according to my head cannon I think Aarav grows up to be a sweet, fun boy who is highly intelligent, slightly naughty, introvert but internally loves his family to bits and pieces - like young Arnav. 

The Mrs. India ‘Contest’

What happened here? What’s with all the ‘models’ and ‘trainers’ and Khushi’s self confidence? The way she keeps on repeating “I am no way close to the other women,” wait... when did she lose her self confidence or esteem?

*sigh*

Also Khushi was very blind over here, so much so that it felt like Khushi never worked in his company and never had a taste of working in a fashion house. Phati-Sari wrote an amazing alternative to this - you should check her Tumblr!

Notable qualifier: 

Mr. I Will Bulldoze Your House Singh Raizada

Why did he think that threatening her paralyzed father, aged aunt and mother to face the fact that she was forced to elope to a six month marriage and basically now getting divorced which can cause her only family to suffer a heart attack romantic? I don’t know how she goes back home and is ok with it. The power play over here is kind of dirty and sad. ‘Cause the 24 hour track was fantastic, a pity to end it in this humiliating conversation - I wish another important one took place as well where they could sort out their things. It’s not romantic to coerce a woman to go home you know... *sigh*

P.S: I have the most love for this show and writers and creators! If you have some thoughts feel free to share. <3. 

[jising-jisang-jisung]

Soulmate! Haechan pt. 1

Word count: 1.2k

Genre: idk man this might be kinda angsty but idk

A/n: I had a hard time writing this and idrk why but I am going to try to break it up into parts because I feel like I’m taking forever :D

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You hadn’t always possessed a deep hatred for the soulmate system. At first, the idea sounded cute. Throughout your puberty years your eyes would change to be your soulmates favorite color, their first words to you would appear on your body, you could communicate through thought, and even more. But you see, your eyes have always been the same washed out blue-grey. And you thought that you just didn’t have a soulmate. But when you were 15 two words appeared on your wrist that ruined the rest of your life. “Shit sorry” shit sorry?! Those would be your soulmates first words to you?! And you have to be permanently marked with them on a visible part of your body?!

So first, it seemed like you didn’t have a soulmate because of your dumb eyes, then you get a stupid tattoo, and you still can’t even contact them! You’re the only 17 year old you know who still cant contact their soulmate in their head. But that’s just your everyday life sis. And aside from all of that, you are a very unlucky person. It’s so bad people tell you that you have a 50/50/90 principle, meaning that if you have a 50/50 chance you’ll get it wrong 90% of the time oof. My family calls that our way of life

Anyway, you never knew what it would finally be like if you met your soulmate. If they’re eyes would be so beautiful or if it would be complete and utter love at first sight. How were you supposed to know? You didn’t even know what his voice sounded like.

One day, just like normal, you were getting your lunch when some dumb boy from your school starts tossing around his food like it’s a football. You were annoyed to say the least, but also worried that you would get hit. You always get hit. As you turn around to head in the other direction, avoiding the flying milk cartons, a frickin hotdog hits you in the back of the head. It didn’t really knock you over per se but it frightened you so much that you fell down, subsequently dropping your lunch as well.

“Shit sorry.” the boy said nonchalantly offering you a hand up. Immediately recognizing that phrase, you refuse his hand. As you get up, you make eye contact for like .02 secs, but it was long enough to see his deep purple eyes if you dont like purple just pick another color or just suffer.

You didn’t know how to react, so you just ran. You ran right out of the school and most of the way to your house. You only stopped at a nearby park and sat on the swings. Was that? It couldn’t be. I probably don’t even have a real soulmate. He probably didn’t notice anything special. I don’t even know this boy. You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn’t notice footsteps behind you. “Y/n?” Jisung asked.

“Jisungie! What are you doing here? Wait! You should be in school! ᕕ(˵•̀෴•́˵)ᕗ” “I could say the same to you. Anyways, I saw that hotdog hit you. It was pretty funny, actually. But,, why did you run away like that?” Jisung was your best friend, your platonic soulmate one might say. He already knew everything about your issues. “You know how my soulmate’s first words to me are ‘shit sorry?’ Well that’s what the boy who threw the freaking hotdog at me said when I fell…” you trailed off. Your friend’s eyes are about to pop out of his head. “…and his eyes,” you continued, “were very-” “don’t tell me they were that dumb purpley color you like!” “I can’t. They were.” Now Jisung looks like he might actually die. “Why in the world did you fucking run out of there then? Go get yo mans!” “One, watch your mouth, child, and two, I don’t know I’m kinda scared. What if I’m wrong? If hes not actually my soulmate? What if I make a fool of myself? Or more a fool of myself than I already have” you look down to your hands folded in your lap.

Jisung didn’t push you any more. He understood how you felt since he was under similar circumstances. His soulmate rejected him, so he cant communicate either. Though he would never admit it, he secretly hoped that you would be rejected too and you both could be together. Jisung knew it was a bad thought, but he couldn’t help himself. Plus, you were always happy with him, would it really be so bad?

~

That night you tried your very best to speak. You thought very very hard just trying to talk to your soulmate. All you were left with was silence. So you decided to text ya boi Jisung.

Me: Hey bro wanna get ice cream?

Beanpole 💕: Y/n, you’re fucking lactose intolerant!!

Me: 1)language and 2)ur point? hi this is me

Beanpole 💕: Meet in 15?

You enter the ice cream shop to see Jisung already testing every, single, flavor, and the worker looks so stressed out with him. You were much easier and just ordered strawberry. After about 10 more minutes, Jisung finally settled on mint chip. You pitied the poor boy that had to serve Jisung.

With that thought on your mind, you paid no attention to the boy who walked into the store. That is until the boy at the counter, Mark, greeted the customer. “Haechan! Wassup bro? What do you want?” Did he say-? Sure enough you turn your head and are met with the beautiful faced boy who hit you with a hotdog earlier in the day. You tried as hard as you could to avoid his gaze.

Suddenly, you heard something in the back of your head. Hmm I like strawberry. But do I wanna venture out and choose another flavor? You thought to yourself that obviously strawberry is the best choice because duh. That’s when the boy turned around with a confused expression. ◐ˍ◑ Being a dumb bitch, you make eye contact with him. Then, it hit you: you just communicated with him. That means he must really be your soulmate. Was that you?

Yeah.

How the fuck- how are we doing this?

Idk man are we maybe soulmates?

But- he begins to speak out loud, “I already have mine…”

Mark and Jisung are completely lost in this situation and tbh they kinda wonder while y'all were just staring at each other like that. You feel your eyes begin to water. ⊙︿⊙ And what for? You dont even really know Haechan. You didn’t even think he was your soulmate. So why are you about to flippin lose it? (个_个) You rush out of the building as fast as you can, your ice cream long forgotten. Jisung soon follows, bringing you the rest of your dessert because he doesn’t want you to feel bad. Mark and Haechan don’t speak about what just happened as Haechan leaves the ice cream shop slouched without another word. If I already have my soulmate, wtf was that?

Part 2 tumblr is acting weird so I cant put in the link but part 2 is UP :D

[senaidaharrell-blog]

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ase-trollplays​:

N● shit, Sherl●ck. I’m n●t telling y●u t● get started ●n it anytime this perigee ●r s●mething. I’m talking ab●ut when y●u get ●ut ●f here, and y●u will get ●ut ●f here whether it’s with the suit ●r n●t. After what y●u’ve survived, there’s n● way y●u’re dying here.

And I hear y●u l●ud and clear. ●nce it’s time f●r the suit t● c●me ●ff, I w●n’t watch. I already leave when it’s time f●r y●u t● eat since y●u pr●bably d●n’t want me t● watch that, either.

>> You don’t want to consider the very real possibility Ullane could fuck up and kill him trying to remove him from the suit. He’s going to be okay. In a lot of pain, probably, but he’ll eventually heal and be okay, and he can live a mostly normal life once he’s better.

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“/\/Oh, jeez, mmmy poor heart. How will I ever go on, knowing you don't feel anything for mmme?“

> You actually winced at hearing Thrixe translate what they had just said, and it was doubly fortunate you couldn’t see what she was doing else you’d be cringing even more.

“/\/Don't worry, I wasn't gammmbling on the dead sommmehow... getting, eugh, 'feelings' for mmme. That's the kind of shit that's in mmmovies though.”

“/\/This 'mmmovie' is staying true to life, where I ammm... totally unloved. Oh, oh, the mmmisery of it all. Can you not hear how mmmy heart... weeps?”

> You sound distinctly deadpan as you say that. Naturally, you’re being sarcastic. Not about being unloved, that’s a real thing, but it’s not really high on your list of ‘things to be upset about.’ 

“/\/Your faith in mmmy continued survival however... is totally mmmisplaced. Death doesn't play favorites, or decide to back off after enough suffering.”

“/\/Did you know that when the systemmm keeping mmmy... keeping mmmy heart on is disconnected, there's going to be a mmmassive... drop in blood pressure? Yeah, turns out, giving your heart a super pacemmmaker mmmakes it... very reliant on the thing.”

> You shake your head, your certainty of your doom evident in your voice. There wasn’t a chance you were going to make it, their faith be damned. But if you were going to die, you’d face it with at least some dignity.

“/\/Besides, I thought you... thought you wanted mmme to becommme a ghost with you. Then you'll be less... bored.”

[bigyack-com]

Farrukhabad captor was boycotted socially, planned crime for weeks - india news

When 37-year-old Subhash Batham walked out of jail early December after spending a month behind bars for an alleged jewellery theft, he had only one goal in mind: building a new house.Over the next few weeks, neighbours saw Batham and his wife, Ruby, toiling round-the-clock to construct a brick house consisting of a 8x10-feet bedroom without any windows, a slightly larger store room, and a mud backyard covered by an asbestos sheet. No mason or labourer was hired. What no one knew was that the couple also constructed an underground bunker with an iron trapdoor, accessible only by a makeshift ladder, and no staircase. The neighbours also didn’t note Batham meticulously laying an elaborate mesh of wires through slits in the brick structure connecting the bunker, the bedroom, and the entrance. A social boycott enforced in the village because Ruby was from a “lower caste” and the couple married without community sanction, ensured Batham’s actions went unnoticed.This would prove deadly on January 30, when Batham locked 25 local children in the bunker after luring them home on the pretext of a birthday party, triggering an 11-hour hostage crisis that culminated in the death of the couple – Batham shot dead by the police and Ruby lynched by the villagers.Despite the house stacked with 150 crude bombs, and Batham wielding a rifle and a pistol, all 25 children escaped unscathed, thanks largely to the presence of mind of two teenagers who managed to stall Batham, snap the bomb-connecting wires, and lock the hostage-taker out of the bunker.THE PARTY INVITEIt was afternoon last Thursday when loud Punjabi songs blared from speakers at Batham’s house in Karthia village in Farrukhabad, about 200km from Lucknow. Soon, Batham was out on the mud road outside to invite the village children for the “birthday” celebration of his daughter, who turned one six months earlier. Over the next hour, 25 children between eight months and 15 years trooped into his house, dancing to the music either in his cramped bedroom or outside the house. “When I told Subhash his daughter’s birthday was celebrated just months ago, he laughed and said that it was actually his house-warming ceremony,” said 13-year-old Vineet Kateria. Batham then hurried the children downstairs, asked them to blow balloons and decorate the bunker. The older children were asked to hold the toddlers in their arms as they awkwardly descended into the dark lair using a rickety bamboo ladder. “The moment all of us climbed down, he bolted the lid from above and stopped the music. He screamed to say that he wanted revenge for being framed in the theft,” said Akash Kateria, also 13.Along with the children were Ruby and her daughter. Till nearly the end of the drama, either Ruby or Batham stayed with the children, ensuring no one could climb out of the bunker.As the children cried, Batham threatened to kill them all. “He said he would spare us if we kept the wailing children silent. He then opened the bunker lid to show us a rifle hanging from his shoulder and a pistol in his hand,” said Akash.Any chance of escape seemed impossible, not only because of the closed lid, but also because explosives had been placed in all four corners of the bunker. “The explosives were connected by wires that were controlled by Subhash in the bedroom,” said Akash.Around 2.30pm, Babli Devi walked to the house to call her three kids home. “I found the red iron door locked from inside and Subhash screaming. He asked me to gather all the villagers and call the police. He said the children would be blown up if I didn’t listen to him,” said Babli.To make his intent clear, Batham allegedly fired a round through a tiny shaft under the main door but didn’t hit anyone.Shiv Bahadur Singh, a local head constable who was among the first to the spot around 3pm, said when he initially offered to solve Batham’s problems, the man fired a round and said he wouldn’t talk to lower-rung officers. “I felt helpless and said that he was sinning. Subhash’s wife abused me in response,” said the head constable. Anil Mishra, superintendent of police (Farrukhabad), said the first call to the police control room was made at 4.20pm, upon which a group of policemen surrounded the house and took positions atop surrounding buildings. “The problem was that no one knew the layout of the house. We didn’t even know what the bunker looked like until a local man who had once cast a glimpse inside gave us a rough idea,” said Mishra.MOTIVE UNCLEARBatham’s motives remain unclear. Vineet said he heard Batham name five villagers — including a local policeman – and asked them to be brought before him. “He said that these men had framed him in the recent theft case and that the policeman had beaten him up,” said Vineet.Rajani Kashyap, another woman whose three children were held hostage, said she stood next to a wall and spoke to Batham for almost an hour before the police took over. “He said he held no grudge against my children. All he wanted was to punish those who had allegedly framed him. He asked for the local MLA to be called to the spot,” said Rajani, indicating that Batham may have some grudge with him.It was unclear what Batham wanted from the local Bhojpur MLA -- Bharatiya Janata Party’s Nagendra Singh - who told HT that he did not know the family.Local residents and police confirmed that Batham sent a list of demands on a piece of paper. That paper was never made public.Mishra and Farrukhabad district magistrate Manvendra Singh said that, in it, Batham asked that the theft charges be dropped, assistance for housing and a toilet and Rs 1 crore each for the release of the children. “He also handed over some documents in which he had applied for housing and toilet assistance, but he didn’t qualify for the scheme,” Manvendra Singh told reporters. Both Mishra and Manvendra Singh, however, declined to show a copy of the note.TROUBLED PAST AND SOCIAL BOYCOTTBatham was born in a potter caste family and had four siblings – including a half-brother. His first brush with crime was in 1998 when he was booked under the Scheduled Caste and Scheduled Tribe (Prevention of Atrocities) Act. The next year, he was named in a second caste-based atrocity case. “Two years later, he was arrested for burglary and jailed,” said Mishra.Soon after he was released from jail in that theft case, Subhash stabbed his distant uncle in 2001.“He held some Thakur villagers responsible for framing him, but blamed his uncle the most,” said a local police officer on condition of anonymity. Subhash was arrested for murder, awarded a life sentence, and stayed in jail until 2011, when the high court lessened the sentence to 10 years. His mother Surja Devi, too, was arrested for the conspiracy, but was let off earlier.When Batham returned home, he withdrew from the village’s social life, occasionally picking fights with locals. For other residents of Karthia village, Batham was an unemployed man who committed petty theft. “For a brief while, he built a tiny underground bunker in his agricultural field and stayed there all alone,” said Harveer Singh, a local resident. Batham’s half-brother, Rakesh, said he used to fly into a rage at the mention of sharing the family property or land, and threatened to shoot him on two occasions.Relations further deteriorated four years ago, when his relations with Ruby became public and the couple married without community sanction. In response, the villagers began boycotting him. “Ruby belonged to a different caste. That marriage was unacceptable in our village. We totally stopped visiting their house since then,” said Sudha Srivastav, a local resident. Surja Devi, who suffers from poor sight and can barely walk, moved in with her sister in another village after Batham hit her. But she repeated the charge that Thakur men had framed her son in the theft case. NO BLANK THREATSBy 5pm last Thursday, when villagers and policemen surrounded the home, among Batham’s first demands was to summon legislator Nagendra Singh. The MLA was at the spot in no time, but was cautious not to approach the door. “I stood next to the wall and asked Anupam Dubey to speak to Subhash,” said the MLA.Dubey was among those few people who interacted with Batham as a friend. “Dubey seemed unafraid, marched to the door, and scolded Subhash for keeping children as hostages. Moments later, a bullet came flying out and hit Dubey in his right leg,” said Rajababu Omer, a policeman. Batham would go on to fire at least 11 rounds in all, added Mishra. Minutes later, Batham used a crude bomb to trigger an explosion outside the house. The bomb was triggered by a wire connected to a battery placed in the bedroom, Mishra said. It was hidden under a pile of bricks, which flew in the air and hit people in vicinity. Three policemen and a villager were hurt in the explosion, forcing the police to call the National Security Guard (NSG), who were eventually not required.HORROR AND RELIEF IN THE BUNKEREach gunshot outside triggered loud cries from the children inside. “It was a congested bunker and the gunshots would make us collapse on each other,” said Anjali Kashyap, a 15-year-old girl later hailed for her bravery. Vineet said that when the blast happened, he was sitting with his back rested against the wall. “My body shivered for an hour after that.” Moments later, Batham opened the bunker’s lid and shouted “swaha” (a reference to throwing offerings into a fire during a ritual havan ceremony). Whenever the cries disturbed Batham, he would allegedly lift the lid, point the rifle inside, and threaten to shoot them all. “I would shout that if he killed any of us, him and his daughter would die too,” said Anjali.Earlier in the afternoon, Ruby had handed over a packet of toffees to the children. “Initially, we threw away the packet. But when hunger set in, we began eating them,” said Anjali.A darkness set in, and the little ones began dozing off, Anjali requested for bedsheets. “He gave us plastic sheets that we spread on the floor and put the children to sleep. When we told him we were hungry, he arranged about 25 packets of biscuits and also some glasses of water,” said Anjali. When the biscuits were exhausted, the children got chapatis. “Ruby made chapatis and gave us pickle,” said Vineet.A RAY OF HOPEAs the night dragged on, the authorities kept Batham engaged. “If one topic got over, we would initiate another. Our aim was to tire him out,” said Singh. At one point, Batham allegedly fired two rounds inside and announced he had killed two children. The police had no way of knowing the truth, said the collector. The first ray of hope came around midnight when the youngest of the captives – an eight-month-old girl – began wailing. “She wanted her mother’s milk. I urged them to release the little one. When he refused, I asked him to kill us all, but let the toddler go,” said Anjali.Batham agreed and said he would free the toddler. “Initially he tried to pass the child through a narrow shaft through the front door. When the child wouldn’t fit, he called Ruby and asked her to briefly open the rear door to let the child out,” said Shiv Bahadur.As Ruby opened the rear door, Subhash threw the toddler on a chair in the backyard. A policeman scaled the wall and took away the child.But in that brief moment, Anjali saw an opportunity. “As soon as I felt that the child was rescued, I closed the bunker’s lid and bolted it from inside,” she said. An incensed Batham threatened to blow up a 15kg LPG cylinder, but the children wouldn’t open the lid. The threat drove a wedge between the husband and wife, said the children. “Ruby begged Subhash not to trigger a blast as it would kill their daughter as well. She cried and pleaded with him,” said Anjali.With the husband and wife busy, Vineet thought he would try to remove the wires placed in the bunker. “I wasn’t sure, but I remembered that some wires in the bedroom earlier weren’t connected to anything. So, I pulled out all wires from the bunker and hoped that no blast would occur,” said Vineet. Vineet’s hunch was right. There was no blast.Over the next 90 minutes, one police team kept the couple engrossed while another team planned to break open the rear door. “Around 1.30am, when the couple was tired and hopeless, we brought down the rear door. The couple tried to escape from the front door, but we captured Ruby. Subhash then hurled bombs and began firing at us while running back into the bedroom,” said Mishra.One of the policemen shot Batham in response, killing him on the spot. As Ruby was being escorted out by the police, the villagers moved to attack her. “The police told us that she was strapped with explosives, but the people wouldn’t listen. They beat her with stones and bricks. The police joined in the lynching,” said Rajani Kashyap.Mishra denied the charge. It remained unclear, however, how the police was unable to stop her being beaten to death. As police bundled an injured Ruby into an ambulance – she would die on the way – another team walked into the room, and sounded assurances to the children locked underground. Minutes later, the children were climbing into the room. It was 1.30am. Read the full article

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5 Billion Rentals: 7 Popular Indian Films You Should Rent from DVD Netflix

If you're ever looking for great films to watch, IMDb and DVD Netflix make a great pairing. You can check out their list of top-rated films and see what's available for rent via DVD Netflix. With so many choices, this helps you narrow down watch to watch.

I was looking for recommendations on top Indian films to watch for my "Around the Globe in Cinema." I came across a massive list of films voted on by viewers. I found a few in the DVD Netflix database. I hope you enjoy the list I gathered and will consider adding a few of the films to your queue. Feel free to comment and let me know if you rent any. I would love to read your thoughts.

Anand (1971)

Anand Saigal (Rajesh Khanna) is a patient with a terminal disease. He refuses to believe death is his destiny. Anand chooses to take the remaining time he has to touch the lives of everyone around him. He shows and proves that his spirit will endure in the lives of his loved ones. Doctor (Amitabh Bachchan) wins a literary prize for telling Anand's story.

Nayagan (1987)

Director Mani Ratnam's action-packed tale stars Kamal Hassan as the underworld kingpin. A young boy witnesses his union-activist father brutally killed by a policeman. He escapes to Bombay but the conditions are harsh and force him into a life of crime. He becomes a Mafia don. This film is based on a true story and is often compared to "The Godfather."

Anbe Sivam (2003)

Two men who were once at odds become friends due to being forced to spend time together due to a storm that leaves them trapped at an airport. To make matters worse, Anbarasu (Madhavan) is getting married in four days. After they were able to leave, Anbarasu invites fellow traveler Nallasivam (Kamal Hassan) to the wedding. Things take a bizarre turn when the two men are shocked by an unexpected coincidence.

The World of Apu (1959)

Poor, orphaned, and struggling, Apu spends his days in a tenement above the railway reading poetry, playing his wooden flute and looking for work. He stays hopeful about his future. He reunites with a childhood friend and marries the man's cousin. Unfortunately, a horrible tragedy takes place and threatens the newlywed's happiness. This is the third and final film in the renowned Apu trilogy from director Satyajit Ray.

Badmaash Company (2010)

Karan and his friends dream of getting rich quickly so they can live their fantasies. After they move from Bombay to New York City, they discover that money can buy lots of things but it doesn't buy respect.

Dil Bole Hadippa! (2009)

Veera dreams of playing cricket professionally. There's one problem, she's a woman. She disguises herself as a man and tries out for a team. She's an awesome player and makes great headway but things become complicated when she develops a crush on the team's captain.

Bunty Aur Babli (2005)

Rakesh and Vimmi become "Bunty" and "Babli" when they escape their humdrum village life, to see the world and make their mark on the universe.

You can watch these films over a huge bowl of popcorn. Rent them from DVD Netflix via dvd.netflix.com. Add them to your queue today. If you don’t have an account, you can sign-up for a free month. If you decide to keep the membership, pay as little as $7.99 per month to enjoy DVD Netflix’s massive database of blockbusters, documentaries, independent films, and more.

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whaaaaaaaaat, no, i wanted to see rudra manage the baby on his shift! 😭😭😭

ouff this acp anda and her nonsense. dafaaa ho! 😒😒😒

gauri’s the only one reacting to this baby news normally. like this is seriously a big deal, if it happens to be one of the obros’ baby? anika par toh koi asar hi nahi hua news ka. 😕😕😕

ohhhhhhhhhh boy pinkyyyyyyy. shush. just shush. 😣😣😣

gauri made good valiant attempt at giving it back to pinky. 😌😌😌

lol, pinky doesn’t know gauri’s adopted. 😐😐😐

OMG PINKY WHY ARE YOU SUCH A BITCH? DON’T YOU HAVE A CHEATING BROTHER IN LAW TO TAIL???????? GO HARASS HIM. 😫😫😫

#2 Rs! yaaaay gauriiiiiiiiiiiiii. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

“friendship nahi, anika bhaujai se humara rishta hai. humari jethani jo tehri.”

#teamAnika!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

ouff just fuck offfffffffffff, pinky. 😤😤😤

great, maaaji is getting overly senti over befizool ki baatein. 🙄🙄🙄

it seriously enrages me to see tej get TWO women he doesn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as, let alone one. 😡😡😡

oh boy, what’s in the file? 😟😟😟

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh no. they’re planning to murder jhanvi. OH NO. 😧😧😧

SVETLANA, YOU HOT DEMON!!!!!!!!!! 😥😥😥

rudra’s pride and affection for babli is my fav. 😊😊😊

oufffffff, this idiot. so shaaaaaady. 🙄🙄🙄

ok dadi’s aankhein are hella weak if she’s not noticing the actual live baby there. 😕😕😕

lmao his stupid smile. idiot. 😂😂😂

sigh, poor jhanvi. poor, about-to-be-murdered jhanvi. 😔😔😔

UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM IS THAT YAMRAJ IN THE MIRROR HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

wow, just give yourself away right away. you’re the worst murderer ever, tej. 🙄🙄🙄

oh boy, now what kaand is gauri’s maa gonna do? 😬😬😬

um…. since when is agarbatti ka bujhna abshagun? it’s not even in the mandir…. KUCH BHI. 😒😒😒

WHY IS SHE LIGHTING IT, IF IT’S THE WRONG PLACE? lordddddddd. 😫😫😫

watch the not-working bhonpu suddenly start to work now. 🙄🙄🙄

TEJ YOU FUCKING SUCK. 😠😠😠

dadiii has gotten in slyyyyy dig about how her potte are useless in knocking up their wives. for once, i agree with her. WHY ARE YOU PPL NOT SEXING YOUR HOT AF WIVES??? 😩😩😩😩😩

please note: question applies to shivaay and om only.

man, how weak are dadi’s eyes?????? 😯😯😯

ok fwding coz this is annoying af. 😑😑😑

great. baj gaya bhonpuuuuuu. 😶😶😶

WHY IS HE YELLLLLLLLING???? 🙉🙉🙉

wow ragini’s dress is really ill fitting. someone tailor that shit. 😕😕😕

IS SHIVAAY A FUCKING IDIOT??????? CAN’T HE HEAR THE DAMN ALARM????????????? 😧😧😧

second phone of shivaay’s that anika’s broken. nice. 😌😌😌

… this has been a week of immense door repair kharchas for anika. being a homeowner is no joke. 🤐🤐🤐

lol why did she spin like that, taking the pallu off???? so contrived. 🙄🙄🙄

love in the time of fire alarm. abbe oh, can’t you ppl do this at a better time, when you’re not at risk of being fried like a bunch of pakodas? 😑😑😑

ok the CGI pallu effect is really bad and unnecessary. 😣😣😣

“yeh bhonpu bhi ajeeb chirota hai” lololol 😂😂😂

“ok, theek hai, aag ko main bolta hoon ruk jaaye jab tak tum change kar lo.”

i love snarky omki the bestttttttttttttt. 😂😂😂 #omkaraIsBae 😍😍😍

OMKI SLING THAT GIRL OVER YOUR SHOULDER AND TAKE HER. 😫😫😫

orrrrrrrrrrr stand there all pressed up against her and stare. that’s good too. waise bhi alsi aag thodi hai. 😏😏😏😚😚😚

daaaaaaaaaayum, sexy sari draping. 😧😧😧😍😍😍

my longest yeah boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ever.mp3 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

ugh i love these two so much. so much love and longing in their silence. 💘💘💘

lmaoooooo could the girls loooook shadier??? so much so that even the oblivious oBros are instantly alerted. 😬😬😬

GOD RUDRAAAAAAAA. 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️

hahahaha om and shivaay’s OH BOY WE’RE FUCKEDDDDDDDDDD NOW faces. 😂😂😂

did rudra parosofy the whole story to dadi, that too in the middle of this fire alarm nonsense??? 🤔🤔🤔

“kiski GALTI hai yeh?” 

ok that’s no way to refer to a living baby. 😒😒😒

dadi, it’s a virgin birth baby. coz none of your boys have gotten any in forever. 😐😐😐

why’s anika being interrogated on who the baby daddy is? 🙄🙄🙄

oh thank god. i thought anika would put it on shivaay. jesus. *exhales* 😥😥😥

ragini is using anika’s “2 Rs” too! 🙃🙃🙃

maaan, anika is such an influencer. she should spin this off into a social media career. 😏😏😏

is ragini talking to a picture of shivaay, ala rahul in darr? 😬😬😬

yepppppppppppp. 

GOD RAGINI, COULD YOU STOP DOING THIS TO POOR SAMAR???? HE HAS ENOUGH ISSUES IN HIS LIFE. 😩😩😩

she wants you to beat her up, samar. she already told you. 😐😐😐

NOOOOOOOO SAMAR. DON’T DO IT. DONNNNNNNN’T! 😩😩😩

tej is incensed that HIS sons haven’t learnt to wrap it before they tap it. it’s his biggest failure as a dad. 😆😆😆

ouffff pinky. shuuuuuuush. 🤐🤐🤐

lmao shivaay’s face at the mention of tia:

“lord give me strength. how many babies must i be accused of fathering, when ya boy hasn’t gotten some since 2013. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽”

shakti has best policy. stay the fuck outta it. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

shivaay kuch zyaaada hi sayaana nahi ho gaya? so out of character.  😗😗😗

YES OK DIL BOLEY OBEROI TUM LAUNDE HO KAMAAL KE, JUST GET THE FUCKING DNA TEST ALREADY, SO THAT THIS BABY TRACK CAN GET OVER COZ I HONESTLY CANNOT TOLERATE TO SEE THIS POOR BABY BEING PUT THROUGH THIS TORTURE ANYMORE. 😖😖😖

lmao shivaay and om telling the DOCTOR to be gentle. calm down, idiots, he’s a professional. whereas you ppl don’t even know how to hold the baby right. 🙄🙄🙄

lmaooooo, their outrage at doctor cutting babli’s hair. 😂😂😂

“itna dard toh mujhe apna haircut kharaab hone par bhi nahi hua." 

dard toh humein ho raha hai, tera yeh naya hair colour dekh ke. please, now that you’re over your midlife crisis or whatever, colour it back.  😣😣😣

"baby bohut healthy hai, 3 din pehle mujhe kick maari thi, abhi tak dard ho raha hai." 

snort. 😂😂😂

thanks dadi. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

watch shivaay go invest money in a painless blood collection technique ka research in about 10 minutes… 😆😆😆

OMFG. I WAS KIDDING. JESUS. APPARENTLY I CAN READ HARNEET’S MIND NOW, THAT’S MY LEVEL OF CONNECTION WITH THIS SHOW. 😧😧😧😧😧😧😧

ouffff shivaaaaaay. come on. it’s a fucking blood sample. 😑😑😑

goood lorddddddd, these idiotssssssss. are they never going to let this child ever get a blood sample collected for medical reasons for the rest of her life?????? 😒😒😒

anika’s "i totally knew this would happen” smile, in contrast with gauri’s “good lord im going to have to be a kunwaari maa” face 😗😗😗

i wouldn’t call having you three hot messes as dads “lucky”. 😕😕😕

OH MY HEART THE LITTLE BUNNY TAIL ON THE BABY’S BUM. TOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEE. 😚😚😚

back to operation: murder jhanvi 😒😒😒

please tell me tej fails at this. please. i cannot have jhanvi die! 😫😫😫

hahahahahhahaha baby and rudra having their bottles together. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

lollll man, i think i love rudra + baby together the best. 😊😊😊

haha, lee having to ad lib a little coz the baby is fidgeting unexpectedly. 😆😆😆

“lady luck mere saaaath hai!” toooo fucking cute. 💘💘💘

yeah don’t care about acp anda getting attracted to rudra coz he’s good with the baby. 😑😑😑

….but babli is not sleeping? and you were just getting all into being dad? this is why the other two call you irresponsible. hmph. 😤😤😤

ouffffff, this nonsense tej jhanvi plotttt. fwding. ⏩⏩⏩

why’s pinky creeping on gauri like that? 😐😐😐

OUFFFFFFFFFFF PINKYYYYYYY WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUU. APNI BAHU KO BHAGAAA DIYA, WOH KAAFI NAHI HAI? 😡😡😡

so not into this garbage. why are they even doingggg this this to pinkyyyyyyyyyyy?????????? she had just started on her redemption track. ughhhhhhhhhhhh. 😣😣😣

honestly relieved to see ragini and her crazy in the precap. i’ll take that over pinky’s nonsense any day. 😒😒😒

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I also! saw you had some "welcome to demon school, Iruma-kun!" f/o's, and hell yeahhhh!! Good taste!!! (It's one of the only series I recognized xD) but now I'm curious about your selfships with them!

Like how did you meet? What was the first thing you guys liked about each other? How long did it take to realize you've fallen? What are small things you do for each other that puts a lovestruck smile on the other's face? 😍

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Heck yeah, another fan! I'd be happy to share the love life of Kalego and the platonic cuddling of Balam! Poor Balam, who had to deal with watching us navigate through love for literal years.

How we met

So my S/I demon met the two of them way back in their school years. She was a year below them, and just kinda clicked into the group and began to follow them around. Balam was happy for the new friend who was happy with hugs, and Kalego was fine with her being usually quiet. The other reason he was fine with her goes into our next question.

The first things we liked about each other

Kalego really liked my musical prowess. Being a siren demon, singing was my strongest skill, and he loved it. Meanwhile, I liked how serious and hard working he was. And it didnt take long to learn that, under that shell, there was someone actually kinda caring.

How long did it take to realize we've fallen?

For me, only after a few years of friendship. Slowly I went from seeing him as just a friend and upperclassmen, to feeling like I wanted to be closer. But, I said nothing, for better or worse. I figured that if he liked me back, he'd tell me.

Unfortunately, while Kalego is a smart man, when its matters of his own heart... he's more dense than a brick. He liked me later in our school years, thought I was pretty, and had an ideal personality, but it never clicked to him that he LIKED liked me. We graduated, he became a teacher and I a classical musician, and he bothered to get every album I released, even the ones that dipped into other genres. He rationalized he just liked the music.

During those few years, the two of us slowly stopped talking, though Balam and I made regular get togethers, and so hear about each other through him. Years passed, and I wanted a change of pace in life, and came to Bablys to be a musical magic teacher.

Much to Balam's dismay, it took another couple years of us as coworkers and friends for Kalego to realize it. There were a few instances where he thought Balam liked me and tried to get HIM to confess. Balam worriedly would have to explain how we just cuddle as friends (which we do and love it).

FINALLY, end of the year before Iruma and his friends joined Bablys, Kalego realized that, hey maybe these are feelings of desire specifically for me and he wants to be with me romantically. So confessions were finally made, and we were a couple. (And thus started the attempt to hide this relationship from coworkers and students).

What brings the lovestruck smiles

It's rare to say Kalego would have a 'lovestruck smile' but he definitely looks happy when he's listening to me sing, or when I rub his shoulders and let him complain about the day. When he looks like he's enjoying himself is usually when he makes me smile, and when he does small things for me, like making tea without prompt and the like. When I think about it, it was one of the things that gave us away that we were dating, that we'd silently do things for each other before the other asks or realizes they need. Perfect teamwork.