#ram charan eyes

[campterodactyl]

Quick drawing exercise: take your favorite screencap from a movie and try to reproduce it as best as you can in half an hour. (Or so)

This shot from RRR was just so amazing. Rajamouli Garu bless you.

Time spent : 34 minutes

Total strokes made : 1425

Ps: Ram Charan sir, please can you share your secret for having such freaking long/thick eyelashes ? Thx.

Adding the bgm because I can wheeee! 🎵

Oh, a short timelapse if you are interested :)

->

Usually they are much much more eratic than this...

[amalthea9]

Got this image if Ram Charan on my Pinterest today:

And my brain immediately thought of :

And now I'm amused by the visual in my brain hole.🤣🤣🤣🤣

@ariel-seagull-wings @professorlehnsherr-almashy @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @ronaldofandom

[marklikely]

someone asking "how can people love ram" what you don't understand could fill volumes

[mikimeiko]

RRR | Directed by S. S. Rajamouli (2022)

[astrafangs]

💫💫💫🐑🦊🌅🌠🌠🌠❄❄🌼🌼🌼

*May His Glistening Eyes and Moustache Bless You This Christmas*

🌼🌼🌼🌼🐑🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🐑🌼🌼🌼🌼🐑🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄

@mesimpleone @boochhaan @ssabriel @rambheemlove @rambheemlove @doodlesofthelastpage @stanleykubricks @sulthaaan @burningsheepcrown @ronaldofandom @stuckyandlarrystuff @aaric-s-haven @badtabbywhitecat @fangirlshrewt97 @teddybat24 @ladydarkey @yehsahihai @umbrulla @hachinana87 @jrntrtitties @carminavulcana @ronika-writes-stuff @googoominami @beingmes-blog @bromance-minus-the-b @giggitygiggitygoosblog

[crescentrise]

deadass been a while since i used gouache..... CONGRATS RRR FOR WINNING A GOLDEN GLOBE!!!! ram charan continues to slay so i painted him from reference as practice (off of a pic of him on the golden globe carpet)

(bonus from uhhhh before i finished)

[ladydarkey]

*dead*

🥹💛.

[the-desilittle-bird]

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[luxshine]

We keep joking that Ram looks like Rampunzel whenever we draw him in his post-jail time and get his hair Longer and Longer and LONGER every time :D And well, Charan has Disney Princess eyes! So I had to draw this.

The Peacock? The tiny peacock? He's Bheem. I still don't know it was a curse (The Freedom Fighter and the Peacock! New fic! Maybe) or Bheem is a shapeshifter with very weird ideas on how to woo a human. Either way, they both love each other very much.

[ramcharantitties]

Other Woman, part 6

S/n: since I'm back from stalking charan's insta, here's the fic. If this was a Bollywood movie there'd def be a song here. Also some smut hints in this fic, nothing descriptive.

Y/n did drink with her friends, in parties or meet ups. But she knew how to control her self, to not get absolutely drunk. Living with Ram deprived her of many luxuries, and alcohol was one of them. Ram never had alcohol, and even if he wouldn't mind, Y/n automatically left it too. Somehow that wasn't the case tonight. You have already downed a whole bottle of wine, sitting in a chair silently. The New year's party was going just fine, but the events that unfolded earlier in front of you left you anxious.

You didn't even want to leave the market, but you couldn't find the matching thread colour to sew your blouse there so you had to. By the last shop, a side glance of someone caught you off guard. You recognised your husband talking to a woman, whose face you couldn't see, her head veiled from the shawl. You partially hid nearby, watching them. You could only figure out Ram explaining something to her, his hand movements elaborate. The woman grabbed his arm, the stark contrast of colour raising your eyebrows. It was a white woman. Ram pulled out a small box from his pocket and opened it. It looked like one of the jewellery boxes that carried a ring.

You didn't know what the conversation was, or if it was in your favour or not. But you had to save yourself, so you left. Maybe because you couldn't bear to watch it anymore. You knew who the woman was, obviously, the home wrecker of your life, but the fact your husband was still talking to her after everything that happened? No. You don't know the whole story. Ram wouldn't do that again. He did make a mistake, yes, but what if things were different this time? What if it wasn't her either? But what if it was. What if Ram bought a ring for her and he planned to elope with her. But he said he loved you and he would never leave you. Then again, he said that after your marriage and did cheat. You didn't know your tears made their way down to your chin by the time you reached home. You opened the gates, and sat on your bed, keeping your tote bag by the bed frame. You wiped your tears from the back of your hand. Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself that Ram wouldn't do anything like that again, and you didn't know exactly either. You decided to talk to him after the new year party.

When Ram saw you ready for the party, the net white saree with small roses embroidered on it, hair in a bun with your baby hair and fringes falling forward, red lips and dark kohl lines with a pink blush on cheeks- Ram decided to finally propose to you after the party. He glanced at your finger, the old, cheap gold ring that you wore with a haste back then. You were so happy to be married to him that you didn't bother to make demands. Ram wondered how tough that would have been for you, for someone who had men swarming and lived with a life of princess treatment till an extent.

Ram did notice, that almost in the first hour of the party, you were drunk out of your wits. You laughed loudly, falling on your girlfriends, patting their arms. He liked the scene, the carefree y/n, but he also didn't understand why you would get so drunk. After some time, you sat alone, far away in a chair, quietly. The reruns of the scene you witnessed outside the market flashed across your mind, when you saw Ram making his way to you. "Y/n, are you okay?" He asked, kneeling close to you. You stared at him, blankly. The red lipstick has vanished, stuck to the empty glass next to you. "Did you think that when you slept with her?" The question left Ram wide eyed and stunned. He gaped, and swallowed. He was speechless. You realized Ram wouldn't answer. You looked away, your eyes heavy.

Ram supported you when you stood up, ready to leave the party. His arm was around your waist, as your sleepy head tried to pry your eyes open. You bid goodbye, making your way to your home. Around 20 minutes later, Ram unlocked the gates, opening the door wide for you to come in. You dragged yourself, taking your shoes off and plopping on the diwan in the living room. You were tired. "You'll get cold, come in" Ram tapped your shoulder, taking off his coat. He knew better than to propose right now, you weren't even able to form a sentence. You wanted to ask him about the early afternoon too, but you physically couldn't. Ram sighed, hooking his arms under you and picking your body up, carrying you inside and laying you down on the bed. Ram took off his suspenders, uncuffing his sleeves. You picked yourself up, leaning by the bed frame. Ram took his shirt out of trousers, taking it off. He folded it neatly, placing it on the chair, then sat on the bed next to you, taking off his socks. Still in his trousers he splayed on the bed next to you, sighing. Today was tiring. He looked at you, staring at him all the time as he undressed. Ram realised that you weren't sleeping in the same room. He got up again, muttering a sorry, and started leaving the room when you held onto his wrist.

Ram looked down at your hand, and then in your drunk eyes. You grabbed his chain, pulling him on top of you as you laid down on the bed. Ram hesitated. You were not thinking straight- a bottle of wine doesn't make anyone think straight. "Y/n, no" he muttered. "Why, you can't sleep with your own wife now?" Your words sent him over the edge. Ram climbed over you, your chest heaving. "Why do you think that?" He muttered close to your ear. Ram traced his nose down your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. "I missed you" you whispered in his ear, your hands in his hair. Ram peppered kisses down the side of your neck, your collarbone, his hands clasping yours above your body.

The last time you both were intimate was more than 6 months ago, and you didn't have a speck of that relief in the last 6 months again. You were easily sensitive, moaning at every touch and hissing at every bite. Ram unravelled you, the net finding its place away from your body on the bed. There was not a single place Ram didn't leave a mark on your skin, he missed your presence, your body, your everything. He strived to give you the best, better than he ever had, to show that he is just yours and only yours. He missed his name rolling off your lips with such pleasure. Ram slept with you in the same bed, with all the innocence, after months of heart ache. He couldn't afford to let you go now, his arms tight and firm around you. You breathed the same air, naked under the blankets. Ram and you finally slept in peace after a long time, in each other's arms.

Waking up to the sound of the tipper tapper outside, you noticed it was raining. Rain in the winter was the worst, it dropped the temperature, making life even more miserable. You loved rain, but never in the winter. Cramps resonated in your thighs and arms when you pulled yourself away from Ram. It has been so long, your body couldn't take it. Your head pounded from all the drinking. Ram slept soundly, his bare chest exposed, his arms wide away. You covered him with blanket, scared he will get sick. You slipped on your blouse and wrapped a homely saree, wearing a sweater and a shawl. It was too cold. You freshened up, making tea. You didn't get to talk to Ram about that woman yesterday, but after last night, it was clear that he wouldn't leave you again. He promised that much for sure. You carried a tray of tea in your bedroom, keeping it on the bedside. Ram was still asleep. Running a hand through his hair, you stared at his perfect eyes. Ram emitted a husky voice. "Sarla, nahi" his voice trailed off, going back to sleep.

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tagging: @yehsahihai @vijayasena @nerdreader @ramayantika @chaanv

[childofthenight2035]

i swear i had some morality crisis when i watched this the first time. like i remember saying, "ram, do you not see me trying so hard to like you right now???? redeem yourself immediately so i can go back to simping with no guilt"

i screenshot these entire scenes and set them as my laptop wallpaper, does that tell you how gone i am

If Evil why pretty?

[houseofbreadpakoda]

Bro please in my head Ram Charan and Jr NTR are boyfriends. Not only as Bheem and ram. As themselves.

"Charan is like a golgappa, you'll know the flavour only when you savour it, so until you savour him you won't understand him."

"I Loveee Tarak as a whole person. I think he's sexy, I mean I mean *falls into his eyes while holding hands* look at him....look at him today"

(this list will be updated every time I find them flirting)

[iam-siriuslysher-lokid]

We did it!

Letter for RRR and the fandom, from a non-Indian fan

March 13 2023

RRR has made history this day. We have never expected this would happen. But everybody was dreaming about it ever since its release. The RRR fandom, especially here on this hellsite, we call Tumblr, was consisting of only a small number of lovely people. Perhaps, less than 10 or 20 people. Sharing rrr gifs, essays, theories, fanfics, fanarts, quotes and just everything about how we adore RRR and its art so much.

I was also inactive in Tumblr before I got to see RRR. It was a calm Sunday back in May 2022. The film was featured on my dad's netflix as he always like action films and the film was on that category. My dad also loved Indian films and he is the sole reason that I get to see Indian films when I was a kid. He was watching RRR and I sat with him and I got to see already the middle of the film, which was Ram's cry for help to Akhtar and Akhtar confessing he is Bheem. Yes, I was confused by what was going on but I kept watching because I was already hooked by emotions in their eyes and their intense body languages. My dad was already explaining to me how the plot has gone far, by small bits, so I was getting the gist of the plot at that point. After the film, my mom and I were crying because we were so moved by it, emotionally. Especially, the scene from Bheem's torture. It was excruciating to watch. My dad is already rewinding his favorite parts of the film while I was there enjoying the outro song.

"I have never seen anything like this."

I am a cinephile. But my exception always are action films. Because for me it lacks sympathy and real emotions. All I see in those films are choreography and stunts. However, my mind has changed because of RRR. I have never expected I will cry upon watching it. After 2 days, I already made friends from Twitter about the film. About a week, my inactive Tumblr account since 2013 has been revived to once again find fellow fans and cry and talk and scream about the beauty of ths film. I was in the early times of the RRR fandom here and I've met so many amazing people. Lovely, kind and humbling people. RRR fandom, is by far, the most wholesome fandom I've ever been in my entire fangirl years.

RRR deserves all the recognition it's getting. I've been telling about it to my friends, to my coworkers, to fellow film enthusiasts to check this film. And now here we are, in the last season of awards for RRR to join. And we did it!

I am Asian and although, I may not be Indian, but I have never been so proud of a film winning each award events. My heart is full and happy. I am so glad the world has got to see this film and allowing the Indian cinema on the global stage. The talent the people that made RRR have, has undoubtedly shook the world on its feet. To director, SS Rajamouli, to the ultimately talented and devoted actors who we love, Jr NTR and Ram Charan, to MM Keeravani and Chandrabose for such wonderful music that I never knew exists and to each people that worked so hard for the film.

RRR walked so that Indian talent will shine through to the rest of the world.

I may never know if Rajamouli sir, Tarak anna or Charan anna will read this but you are the best thing that has happened to me in 2022 and you are still making me smile and RRR has saved me.

RRR has saved me.

[dreamsofnightmares2035]

kapil sharma RRR game

(listen, i'm not fully fluent in hindi, and kapil breaks out the punjabi unexpectedly, so i might be wrong with some parts of the translation)

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[0.:05]

kapil: sir, i'm going to play a game with you. alia, everyone will have headphones over their ears. from that, music will play. i will say a line, and you have to lip read that, then you have to tell ram sir, ram has to tell ntr sir, ntr has to tell rajamouli sir.

so are you guys ready?

please bring the headphones.

[0:35]

kapil: alia, first you come here please. (whispers) together we can beat the south-indians.

this whole game is on you, alia, based on how you explain to the others and how you guess. music will play, and don't play it too loud (to the crew), the girl is like a flower, her ears (are delicate).

please come up here, sirs.

alia: everyone come here.

[1:05]

kapil: "zindagi jhandhwa, phir bhi ghamandwa" (first phrase, which means that your life is shit but you're still arrogant/you think you're something special)

(repeats the phrase)

alia: how can i speak? (because the music is so loud)

kapil: just speak, just speak

[1:24]

alia to charan: "zindagi"

charan: "zindagi"

alia: "jhandwa" (starts laughing)

charan: "jalwa?" (jalwa means like fire/charismatic/splendid/awesome from what i understand)

alia: "zindagi jhandhwa, phir bhi ghamandwa"

[1:36]

charan to tarak: "zindagi"

tarak: yeah, "zindagi jalwa", i got that, (tell me) what's after that

charan: "phir bhi bewda" (bewda means clumsy/drunkard i believe)

tarak: "zindagi jalwa phir bhi bewda"?? (i guess means like 'life is great but i'm still an alcoholic? i don't think it makes any sense either)

charan: yeah

(laughter)

[1:50]

tarak to ssr: "zindagi"

ssr: *confused*

tarak: (something in telugu, probably along the lines of 'say it back to me')

ssr: "zindagi"

tarak: "jalwa". jalwa! like halwa! (halwa is a sweet food)

ssr: "jalwa! zindagi jalwa"

tarak: "phir bhi"

ssr: "mein bhi" (different preposition, alters meaning slightly)

tarak: "phir bhi"! ph! ph! (uses telugu word i think)

(finally communicates it)

ssr: "zindagi jalwa phir bhi bewda"?

(first round over, general laughter and outrage at the nonsense)

[2:34]

alia: i don't think i said anything wrong?

kapil: you (alia) were right, what did you say?

alia: "zindagi jhandwa phir bhi ghamandwa"

kapil: and what did ram sir say?

charan: "zindagi jalwa phir bhi bewda"

(laughter)

tarak: but what was the original thing, sir?

alia: "zindagi jhandwa phir bhi ghamandwa"

[3:03]

kapil: okay, the second line--

alia: please play the music now!

tarak: (says something in telugu, 'baaga' means good, so he might have been referring to the game or the music, not sure)

kapil: okay. "machhli jal ki rani hai, meri nani shaani hai" (second phrase, which means that 'the fish is the queen of the ocean/water, and my maternal grandmother is shaani'; that is either a name or an adjective i haven't heard before; the first half is part of a nursery rhyme, i think)

alia: "badi?" (badi means big)

[3:18]

alia to charan: "machhli jal ki rani hai"

charan: easy, take it easy.

alia: "machhli jal ki rani hai, badi nachari hai" (i believe badi nachari hai means 'is very poor', i could be wrong)

[3:36]

charan to tarak: "machhli jal ki rani hai"

tarak: "bijli"? (means electricity)

charan: "jal" (makes wave motions witb his hand to show it's water) "ki rani hai"

alia: "no, you can't do that (make gestures)

charan: okay, "jal ki rani hai"

tarak: "bijli jal ki rani hai"? (electricity is the queen of the ocean/water)

charan: "macchli!"

tarak: "machhli jal ki rani hai"

charan: "phir bhi"...? (turns to ask alia what the rest was) ...second part?

alia: "badi nachari hai"

charan: "phir bhi badi nachari hai!"

tarak: (confused) "machhli jal ki rani hai, phir bhi"

charan: "phir bhi"... (also confused)

tarak: "phir bhi"?

charan: ey, just say whatever, bro!

(laughter)

charan: "phir bhi maharani hai" (means, and yet she is a great queen/empress)

[4:13]

tarak to ssr: "machhli" (fish)

ssr: "bajrangi!" (lord hanuman)

tarak: "machhli!"

ssr: "bachti"?

tarak: fish, fish! "machhli!"

ssr: ah, "machhli!"

tarak: "machhli jal ki rani hai"

ssr: "machhli jal ki rani hai!"

tarak: yeah. (turns to charan) "phir bhi maharani hai?"

charan: just say whatever

tarak to ssr: okay, "phir bhi maharani hai"

ssr: (understanding) "phir bhi maharani hai". okay, "machhli jal ki rani hai, phir bhi maharani hai" (meaning, the fish is the queen of the ocean, and yet she is the empress)

[4:49]

alia: what was the original?

kapil: okay, so the actual line was this, "machhli jal ki rani hai, meri nani shaani hai", but still everyone got 50% correct

[5:00]

alia: one more? one more, i like this game

kapil: "bhains poonch uthayegi, toh sober hi rahegi" (this is a modification of the original phrase, and i guess it means 'if the buffalo lifts its tail, it'll remain sober? i'm not aware of any other meaning of sober, so this sounds like nonsense)

alia: what? (kapil repeats the phrase and she's still confused, he acts it out) "bhains, poonch, hila rahi hai" (means the buffalo is shaking the tail, i think, but i also have heard 'hilana' as slang for masturbating)

(kapil explains once again, and she doesn't get the second half, so he changes it to the original film phrase: "bhains poonch uthayegi, toh gober hi karegi" which means when the buffalo lifts its tail, it's going to shit cow dung, i suppose that means there's no point being surprised about something, what did you expect)

kapil: (say) whatever you want.

alia: (still confused, thinks he's saying the line) "jo kamaaye"? (something about earning)

(goes through it one more time)

alia: "bhains poonch uthaye, toh bade kamaaye?" (means if the buffalo lifts his tail, you'll earn a lot of money)

kapil: sure

charan: kapil sir, the song ended just now

[5:53]

alia to charan: "bhains poonch uthaye"

charan: "main poonch"...? (about to say 'when i lift my tail')

alia: "bhains!" (buffalo, not you)

charan: oh, "bhains!"

alia: "bhains poonch uthaye, toh bade kamaaye"

charan: "bhains ka poonch bade kamaal ki hai" (means the buffalo's tail is really awesome)

[6:14]

charan to tarak: "bhains ka poonch bade kamaal ki hai"

tarak: (confused)

(alia stops him, asks kapil to tell her the phrase again)

kapil: the buffalo has put its tail back down

alia: ???

kapil: (repeats the line) "bhains poonch uthayegi, toh gober hi karegi"

alia: OH! (turns to charan) "bhains poonch uthaye, toh rupay laaye" (means when the buffalo lifts its tail, it will bring rupees)

[6:35]

charan to tarak: "bhains ka poonch uthayega, toh paisa aaya" (essentially the same meaning, when the buffalo lifts its tail, then money came)

tarak: (tries to understand, so confused; the others tell him to pass it on) what am i supposed to say?

kapil: explain, explain to him (ssr) now

charan: say it

[6:58]

tarak to ssr: "bhains"

ssr: "bhains"

tarak: "poonch uthaye"

ssr: "poonch utha!"

both tarak and charan: "toh paise aaye"

ssr: "toh paisa aaya"??

[7:14]

kapil: okay, now remove your headphones!

ssr: what is that?

tarak and charan: was that correct?

kapil: so what i said to alia was, "bhains poonch uthayegi, toh sober hi rahegi", at first. she didn't understand. so then i said the exact line "bhains poonch uthayegi, toh gober hi karegi". she (alia) said, when the buffalo lifts its tail, then money (rupees) comes. when the buffalo lifts the tail, does an ATM open there or something?

(alia is embarrassed)

kapil: but it was a wonderful game! you all played very well! please come sit.

-

[astrafangs]

Bad boy👿❤️

[fangirlshrewt97]

Rest Among Thigh Skies

That title makes no sense, but the alternative title is ‘Airplane Nap’ so it stays. 

Inspired by this photo of Tarak and who I am guessing is SSR’s son, Karthikeya:

Anyways, real life is still not settled into a new routine just yet, so I am just happy to be able to write something, even if is it short. 

Hope you all enjoy it!

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Charan groaned quietly as he stretched in his seat, putting a finger in his ear and shaking it to clear the ear block from the plane taking off. He then laced both hands together and stretched, groaning a little louder at the pop from his spine.

"I'm getting too old for this." He grumbled as he fell back into the seat. He toed off his shoes, bringing his socked feet to rest on the empty neighboring seat. Curling against the airplane wall, he burrowed against the seat, hugging himself tightly.

"The plane rides or the press?" Rajamouli jokingly asked from across the table.

"Both." Charan grunted as he closed his eyes.

Rajamouli laughed. "I don't understand what you're complaining about. You're still young."

Charan pointedly ignored him.

"Ah but Nana, unlike you they have to do stunts. Like coming down 20 feet in the air from a chariot held by wires." Karthikeya Rajamouli interrupted.

"So? Not like they aren't supported the whole way?" Rajamouli argued.

"Leave him be Karthik," Tarak countered, making Charan's eyes open. "It's like arguing with a buffalo."

"Hey!" Rajamouli protested.

Ram peeked at his friend from beneath half closed eyes. Tarak had called dibs on the airplane couch as soon as they'd left for the airport, and sprawled on it immediately upon boarding. Charan had assumed he'd fallen asleep before take off. Apparently not.

The man was half on his side, half on his back, one leg on the verge of falling off the sofa completely. One arm was tucked under his head, and his other hand lay across his stomach.

Charan felt a small spark of envy at how much more comfortable he looked but also knew the couch could not actually be wide enough to properly accommodate Tarak's stockier build.

Karthikeya laughed at Tarak's comment, flipping the lid on his tablet and handing it to his dad. "Ok Nana, the changes are all noted, you can look it over once and check before we give it to the crew to set up once we land."

Rajamouli accepted the tablet with a smile. "Thanks Karthik."

The younger Rajamouli then went to use the restroom, as a quiet settled in the main cabin, Rajamouli engrossing himself on the contents of the tablet. Charan placed his headphones over his ears, and started his playlist. And Tarak seemed to have actually fallen asleep.

Karthikeya stretched too once he was out of the toilet, shrugging off the jacket on an empty seat. He considered the seat, and looked at how Charan was curled up in half to fit before looking at Tarak. His lips twitched mischievously. He walked over to the older man, gently shaking his shoulder. He grunted before blearily opening one eye. "What?"

"Can we share? Like when I was smaller?"

Tarak squinted at him, but clearly must have been exhausted to argue because he shrugged and uncrossed his arm, dropping one foot to the floor. Karthikeya grinned, going to sit at the very edge of the couch before he laid back until his head was pillowed on Tarak's thick thigh. He lifted both feet to rest on the airplane wall, and loosely hugged his chest. 

Tarak grunted as Karthikeya finished settling before hitching a leg over his chest. He nuzzled into the giant pillow he had claimed and fell back asleep.

Finally, the only one left awake was the director. 

When Rajamouli looked up from his work, he chuckled at the sight of the three sleeping men, who when all was said and done he considered his children, having seen them all grow up. He snorted when he saw the position of Tarak and Karthikeya.

Oh how many days in years past would a much younger Karthik be so eager to see his Tarak Annayya to play with him. And then eventually nap with when they tired each other out.

He pulled out his phone, snapping a photo of the two of them, admiring the picture. He sent it to Rama, knowing his wife would love it.

And for good measure, he snapped one of Charan too, curled in his seat just like Rhyme liked to curl into him.

A yawn escaped him when he finished sending the picture. He blinked, glancing at his wrist watch. They still had another hour and a half before the plane landed.

He was the director. He deserved a nap too, no?

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