#nina's heavenly delights

[roseillith]

NINA’S HEAVENLY DELIGHTS  (2006) dir. PRATIBHA PARMAR

[kattahj]

I generally find Rotten Tomatoes pretty helpful, except when it comes to lesbian comedies, because boy don't they like those! Let's look at some of the ones I've enjoyed over the years.

Okay, at least that last one managed to (barely) get a certified fresh, but isn't there anything you like?

Sure, but that's practically a drama. What about the sheer silly stuff with no deep angst?

Ah, there you go! (Ignore the audience score.)

[thisbluespirit]

Shelley Conn as Nina Shah in Nina's Heavenly Delights (2006).

[juquidessine]

Inktober, day 12 : spicey

[capnclem]

ok adding to my collection of movie outros with ensemble dance numbers (joining medusa deluxe (2022)) with this gem from nina's heavenly delights (2006) featuring laura fraser and shelley conn playing girlfriends, drag, and highland dancers

[gregorycddie]

me having a mid 2000s low budget gay movie about a girl running an indian restaurant on my watchlist for years: 😐

me after finding out it stars shelley conn:

[indie-queer-movie-tournament]

the search is conflicted for saltburn, the first thing describing it as indie being "saltburn is not indie," but then several other things refer to it as an indie movie (not just a movie with indie vibes/appeal) so it does technically qualify if anyone wants to submit it

[mimiteyy]

we r scrambling to write yet another film analysis paper but this one’s comparing 3 films and is due in like 5 days yay

[shivy-roy]

Nina's Heavenly Delights (2006) dir. Pratibha Parmar

[ddagent]

43!

Nina stared at him like he was going crazy. Maybe Crowley was going crazy. It would certainly explain the last few weeks. After a moment of staring long and hard in his direction, her gaze turned to the man sitting at the table in the corner, adjusting his tartan bowtie. "You know what this means, don't you?"

"Yep," Crowley said, popping the plosive between his thin lips. "Empirical evidence that there is an afterlife, a system of judgement, and an almighty that doesn't care much for me."

Nina scoffed. "No. It means you had an angelic being in your presence for three weeks and you've already ruined him."

"Oh. Yeah. That."

Crowley and Nina both turned back to the table at the corner of The Dirty Donkey where Aziraphale, Angel of the Eastern Gate, was sipping on a glass of red wine and proclaiming his delight to every passer-by. Crowley stared at his Angel – his Guardian Angel, sent from on-high to turn him to a life of salvation rather than sin – and collapsed his head against the bar. Of course, his Guardian Angel would be beautiful, and wonderful. Of course, Crowley would ruin him, like he'd ruined everything.

"You have to help me," he said, turning to Nina.

Nina shook her head. "And get on God's bad side? Not a chance. You broke the Angel, Crowley - you fix the Angel. Get him back doing heavenly miracles."

Crowley tugged at his hair. "Oh, he still does them. Miracled an umbrella for a pregnant woman just outside. But it's the other things he does. He's insatiable, Nina. Insatiable."

Nina's eyes widened. "Crowley. Please don't tell me you fucked an Angel."

His mouth gaped. They hadn't...per se. But Aziraphale had been utterly fascinated by the human corporation he was in and delighted in all the wonders of the senses, all the delights of the human experience. From getting wet in a sudden rainstorm to the feel of Crowley's hair under his fingertips, Aziraphale enjoyed every sensation. And it was growing harder for Crowley not to be smitten by his enthusiasm, his zeal. His sounds of delight. God really shouldn't have made an Angel this gorgeous, Crowley thought to himself - not for the first time. So, that's really on you, God.

"I might. I might fuck an Angel, Nina." He sighed. "I really want to fuck him."

At that, Nina just got up and walked away. Crowley did not blame her. But that left him, alone, with the most perfect of God's creations. For the first time in a long while, Crowley felt like praying. Well, getting on his knees, at least.

Downing a whiskey, Crowley re-joined his Angel.

Give me a number - that’s how many seconds I’ll spend thinking of an Aziraphale/Crowley AU to write for you in 200 words or more.

[roseillith]

NINA'S HEAVENLY DELIGHTS  (2006) dir. PRATIBHA PARMAR

[shesnake]

please can i ask for queer fun movies/tv rec? (for example shiva baby, debs, the bisexual)

breaking fast, I can't think straight, a touch of pink, nina's heavenly delights

[brainpickings]

20 Awesome Lesbian Movies

Crush, The Handmaiden, But I’m a Cheerleader, Carol, I Can’t Think Straight, Life Partners, Nina’s Heavenly Delights, Kiss Me, Imagine Me & You, Bound, Show Me Love, Gray Matters, Jenny’s Wedding, D.E.B.S., The World Unseen, Saving Face, The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love, Desert Hearts, Better Than Chocolate, Disobedience

[alltheworldsinmyhead]

STILL ON THAT TIGHTROPE

<the night circus magical realism kanej au>

chapter 2: INEJ ii

*

In the early afternoon, familiar voices wake her from slumber. She’s high above the ground in her hammock, cocooned safely by the familiar material of her blanket and the syrup-thick haze of dreams, but she can hear them even here; Nina’s voice clashing with Jesper’s, occasionally interrupted by Matthias’ deep rumble.

With a groan, Inej turns on her side and covers her head with a blanket. Trust Nina to wake up early the one and only time when Inej actually wanted to sleep in.

“Rise and shine, sweetcakes!” someone calls from down below. 

Inej untangles her hand from the material and flashes a middle finger from the edge of her hammock. A burst of laughter erupts on the ground.

“Someone’s cranky,” Nina snickers. “Did Brekker keep you overtime again, ‘Nej?” 

Something cold and heavy drops inside Inej’s stomach at these words, jolting her wide awake. Working overtime, little Lynx? 

But then the familiar sounds of the Circus wash over her, filling her ears, and she feels grounded again. She blinks her eyes open and fixes her eyes on the sight above her head; crimson and silver, crimson and silver. 

I’m safe, I’m safe, I’m home. 

“Why are you bullying everyone first thing in the morning, Nina?” she grumbles.

“Not first thing! There are waffles, come down or else there will be nothing left for you!” 

Now that Nina said it, Inej can smell them; the sweet, buttery smell filling the air and making her mouth water. She twists in a hammock and drops down; she’s on the ground before Nina can stop laughing at her hurry.

The four of them are already sitting around the table when she gets to them: Nina and Matthias on the one side, and Wylan and Jesper on the other. The food spread between them is glorious, golden, and perfect - Inej’s portion, served on her favorite white-and-blue chipped plate, is topped with thick sweet cream and strawberries. Kaz’s waits for him undisturbed at the head of the table - crispy and dusted with powdered sugar, and nothing else besides his usual mug of scalding black coffee.

Inej mumbles good mornings and slides to her seat, reaching for the cutlery. The first bite tastes so heavenly that she would gasp in delight if not for Wylan, who sits by her right side and moans so loudly that everyone at the table bursts into laughter. The poor boy turns beetroot red. She pats his hand in reassurance. 

“Ignore them,” she says and licks cream from the corners of her mouth. “Nina moans louder.”

“I sure do.” Nina purrs at that and bats her eyelashes at Matthias, all fake innocence. “And whose fault is that?”

Matthias cuts a corner of his waffle and dips it in cramberry jam stoically. “The kitchen’s, my dear.” 

Everyone snorts into their plates. 

“Have you devoured my portion already, Zenik?”

Kaz’s low voice cuts through the cheer when he steps inside the place, already immaculately dressed in one of his black suits despite the early hour. He drops to his seat opposite Inej, and she catches a flash of a smile on his face when he glances down at his plate.

“I would’ve, were they not as terribly bland and boring.” Nina quips back, waving a hand above her own portion which is swimming in thick honey, sweet cottage cheese, and plentiful fruit. “Just like you are. Fitting.”

“It’s your insults that are getting boring, Nina dear. You are losing your touch.”

Inej lets the familiar banter and clatter of cutlery fade into background noise. She takes a bite of one of the strawberries, crunching its little seeds between her teeth. On her right, Wylan swirls a spoon in his mug, watching everyone else at the table, doe-eyed. 

She doesn’t even remember it now, her first breakfast. Who was sitting at the table with her back then besides Kaz and Jes? She thinks Anika was there, with her blonde hair and wicked smile. And Pim and Rotty. It was so long ago, it feels like a dream within a dream, yet another layer of it. 

If she came to Nina’s tent tonight and asked her to show her the most desperate need of her heart, would it show her this? The need to unravel this beautiful illusion she is living in and see the sad, terrible truth underneath it, years gone by and unaccounted for? Or would it tell her that she wants this dream forever, wants to never wake up again? 

“Is there any truth in what you’re telling all these people?” she asked Nina once, emboldened by the bottle of peach kvas they were sharing. “In the tall handsome strangers and unexpected fortunes you promise them?”

Nina took a swig of alcohol before answering. 

“What does it even mean, truth? Is all this true ?” she’d spread her arms as if to encompass everything surrounding them: the grass, the camp, the bowl of fruit between them.

“You sound like Kaz,” Inej quipped, and Nina gasped, theatrically pressing her hands to her chest. “You know what I mean.”

With a sigh, Nina rolled over on her belly and rested her chin on her hand. She fished an apple out of the bowl, avoiding Inej’s eyes. 

“They get what they come for. Hear what they need to hear. They come out of my tent comforted, safe in the knowledge that they’re gonna pay off that loan or that they’re gonna get that girl. That everything will work out in the end. Who knows if it comes true or not?”

Inej shook her head. “Sweet lies and nothing more, then?”

Nina considered her for a moment and then shrugged. When she bit into an apple, the juice spilled down her wrist. The fruit had such a shiny crimson skin it looked as if it were a prop made out of wax and paint. 

“People need them like air, Inej.” 

And Inej, as she chews on her perfect waffle and catches the way Kaz smiles at her from the opposite side of the table, cannot, with a clear conscience, argue with this logic. 

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[ariel-seagull-wings]

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Disclosure

Priscilla: Queen of the Desert

The Celluloid Closet

Paris is Burning

Cazuza: Time Doesn't Stop

Pain and Glory

Bad Education

Nina's Heavenly Delights

My Fake Boyfriend

Tatuagem

Billy Elliot

Bacurau

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