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shyphonics · 7 months ago

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Salad Days Chapter 4: When Archeologists Dig This Up, They'll Either Laugh or Cry

(babypunk!Rodrick Heffley x reader)

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

also, please take my favorite live performance of rise above by Black Flag as a companion piece

Hey!

I do not like you college brat

I do not like you and your frat

I do not like you at the shore

I do not like you drunk on coors

I do not like your average life

I hope you do not take a wife

I hope you don’t decide to breed

Cause that’s one thing I do not need

Well, they did it. They’ve got a van full of booze, and a sense of self satisfaction.

It had taken a while to fit everything in, and the guy at the pickup spot hadn’t been very nice, but they did it.

Mike seems more calm when they show up to The Strike, happy to see them, even.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, you giraffe of a man!” He pulls Rodrick into a hug, heartily patting him on the back. Rodrick does kind of feel like a giraffe, Mike only comes up to the middle of his chest.

“Hey, if there’s anything else you need, just let us know!” Rodrick gives him a smile.

He grabs a box of bottles and heads through the back door of the bar. The guys work like ants; grab a case, march to the walk in, march back. They’re done in no time. He wonders if the delivery center is hiring, because that was easy.

Mike shoves a bundle of money into his hands, and gives him another pat on the back.

“She was right about you.”

“Huh?”

“You’ve got the spirit,” he smiles, “like a young Henry Rollins, slingin’ ice cream. See you tomorrow. Show up at 5 PM, load in here. Got it?”

“Got it,” Rodrick nods.

The spirit. He has no idea what that means, but he’s grateful for the sentiment. Especially if you’d said something nice about him… he finally has ammo to tease you back.

Mike disappears into the back of the bar, and the guys regroup to count their unexpected pay.

“Dude, he gave us a hundred dollars!” Chris says, shocked.

They recount again and again, coming to one hundred every time. They can’t believe it, and they speed away from the bar with the radio turned all the way up.

The rest of their day is spent planning. They craft the perfect setlist, they find their tightest jeans, they even find time to learn a surprise cover song. It's one he'd heard on your radio shift, and it's been stuck in his head all day.

Everything has to be perfect.

Rodrick is sure everything is gonna be perfect.

It’s only 5:30 by the time they’re done setting up, and they find themselves just standing in front of the stage, awestruck.

It’s not huge by any means, but it’s high off the ground and covered in lights. There’s a full PA system, and even a pole to hang their homemade bedsheet flag from.

The bar is empty, except for a guy in the sound booth, Jimbo by the door, and two bartenders prepping. Rodrick doesn’t see you, and immediately gets a pang of sadness.

“Hey,” he starts, leaning on the bar.

“We can’t serve yet, sorry.” A girl with tight blonde curls shuts him down.

“Oh, no, I was gonna ask… where’s the other girl that works here?”

She thinks for a moment, then makes a face of realization.

“Oh, she’s not working tonight. She’s headlining.”

Rodrick’s eyes go wide. Headlining? You? His mind is blown.

The bartender goes back to prepping without giving him a second thought. Rodrick walks back to the stage, zombie-like, deep in thought.

Now they really have to be perfect.

A few people have come in through the back, and they’re setting up portable tables along a wall.

“You guys need one?” A girl with tall, spiked hair asks.

They look at each other. Merch. Duh. They're pretty sure they have an unorganized cardboard box of t-shirts and buttons in the van. Ward had spent all his high school graduation cash on some real ones from a print shop.

Ben and Chris wedge the table out from between two vending machines, and Rodrick digs the box out of the van. It’s not a very impressive setup, but they’re pretty happy with themselves.

The doors open at 7, and it doesn’t take long for the place to fill up. Mike comes by and gives each of the guys three little paper tickets, like you’d get at an arcade.

“Beer tickets,” he says, before they can ask, “one of these gets you anything canned or bottled. Be nice to the bartenders, please.”

Ward and Ben high five and head straight to the bar, Chris heads to the bathroom, and Rodrick does a full scan of the area by the stage. Where are you? He needs to make fun of you for being nice to him, dammit.

Ward and Ben get back, looking a little shaken up.

“Rodrick, hey, do you want us to get you a beer?” Ben chuckles nervously.

“Nah, I can get it myself,” Rodrick starts to walk towards the front.

“No, no,” Ward puts a hand on his shoulder.

“You should really let us get you one!” Ben makes urgent eye contact.

“Why...?” Rodrick is starting to get freaked out.

“‘Cause we’re buddies!” Ward pats him on the shoulder.

Something is definitely up.

Rodrick pushes past Ward, walking through the tall arch that leads to the bar area. It’s absolutely packed. His heart skips a beat when he sees a flash of golden blonde hair.

Oddly familiar golden blonde hair.

The girl turns around.

No. It can’t be. There’s no way in hell that it’s-

“Heather Hills,” Rodrick whispers, grateful for the loud house music.

She’s sitting at the bar with a large group of people. Some douchebag with a double popped collar has his arm around her. They’re all laughing- the kind of laugh you do at someone. Snotty.

Any attraction he’d had to her has been completely gone for years. He feels a mix of hatred and nausea. They’re at the far end of the bar, by the door, so Rodrick blends in at the other end.

Please don’t look at me.

He gets a beer from the bartender from earlier, making sure to tip as your snarky reminder rings in his head. Also making sure to avoid Natty Light. He turns fast to get back to the stage, and right before he’s through the arch-

“Rodrick? Rodrick Heffley?”

He wheels around. She’s right fucking behind him.

“Oh, hey, what was your name again?” He rolls his eyes.

“Real mature, asshole.” She scoffs, “What are you doing here?”

“Playing a show. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Aww, you don’t wanna play nice with me?” She drags a finger down his chest. It enrages him.

“No. And you know why?” His voice goes low. He leans down so his face is close to hers, and he’s about to let everything out. Her face is smug, and she raises her eyebrows.

Suddenly, there’s a hand on his back.

“Hey, you’re on in ten. Soundcheck time.” You peer around to see Rodrick's face. He looks pissed. You’re not sure what’s going on, but it’s none of your business. You’re just the messenger.

Rodrick’s eyes bug when he sees you, and his face relaxes a little.

“Um, excuse me, we were talking.” The blonde girl sneers at you.

“You can talk later. We gotta get this shit rollin’.” You don’t wait to see her reaction. You just turn around and head back to the stage.

If you’re honest, it's a little disappointing seeing Rodrick with, you assume, his very pretty girlfriend. It makes sense though. He's a nice looking guy. Your official assessment is toxic on-again, off-again high school sweethearts. Oh, well.

Just keep walking. Stay on schedule. Five bands, twenty minute sets, ten minutes for stage change. You repeat it in your head like a mantra.

Heather’s mouth is hanging open. Rodrick winces.

“Gotta go,”

He practically runs to the stage.

They’ve never done a real soundcheck before, and it’s kind of an intimidating process. The sound engineer is very no nonsense. Rodrick checks his drums one by one. Then bass, guitars, mics. Each adjustment is barely noticeable to them, and they end up just giving a thumbs up every time the engineer asks a question. Finally, they run through the whole chorus of a song to hear everything together. By that point, the dance floor is almost entirely full.

Rodrick takes a deep breath, scanning for Heather. He hopes she just left.

They've come a long way since their high school days, no longer unpracticed wannabes. Their sound has become pretty good, if they say so themselves. Tonight's only adjustment is to play faster.

The sound guy points at them, and Ben clears his throat.

“We… are Löded Diper!”

The chatting in the crowd subsides, and falls silent.

Rodrick hears snickering, and a voice saying oh my god, that IS him!

He panics, and right when the tension is almost too much to bear, a loud WOOOOOOOO comes from the very front. He looks and sees you, trying to rile up the crowd. It seems to be working. Other people are giving half-hearted cheers, which is something at least.

“That's more like it!” Ben yells, and they launch into their first song.

They only have a five song set, so everything has to count. Ben’s wails are powerful, he's really embodying a frontman. Chris is whipping his hair around, and Ward is the true picture of a bassist. Strong, still, and holding it all together.

Rodrick is hyper-focused on keeping the rhythm. And maybe showing off, just a little bit. He puts his whole body into hitting the drums, his mouth pulled into a tight “o”.

You have a perfect view from the front row, and what a view it is.

He's killing it. So focused and steady, but it looks like he's having fun. He leans into the mic to sing backup, and you get a flash of his sharp canines. You can see the muscles in his arms clenching, and the front of his hair is wet with sweat.

You feel your face getting hot, and you're reluctant to admit it's not just from the packed room. You’re suddenly faced with the very real possibility that you're very attracted to him.

He gives you a huge grin and a wink between songs, and it's no longer just a possibility. Fuck.

Blasts of air from his bass drum cool your face down, and you stare at him a little closer, analyzing.

You've been infantilising him a little bit, you'll admit it.

Kid. Cute. Baby boy.

Although you’re pretty sure the two of you are the same age, he just comes off like a teenager. You couldn’t help but haze him a little bit, especially after he just wandered into the bar with no plan. He’s really proving himself right now.

The crowd is going crazy. You’re holding yourself up on the edge of the stage, but behind you, a sizable pit has opened up. People are loving them.

“We have one more!” Ben shouts. People are screaming.

“We learned it just for you!” Rodrick yells. There’s something snarky about his tone. You like it.

You recognize the song immediately. Their rendition is just a little clunky, but it works. You can't help but smile, and wonder if Rodrick somehow heard your radio shift last night.

It's such a good choice for a first show. Perfect, really. It's like they're saying, we're here, fuckers.

You let the crowd swallow you up as you sing along.

Society's arms of control

(Rise above, we're gonna rise above!)

They think they're smart, can't think for themselves

(Rise above, we're gonna rise above!)

Laugh at us behind our backs

(Rise above, we're gonna rise above!)

I find satisfaction in what they lack

(Rise above, we're gonna rise above!)

We! Are Tired!

Of your! Abuse!

Try to stop us!

But it’s! No use!

The aftermath of their set is chaos. Good chaos, but chaos. They tear down their gear and load up the van. On their way back in, people are yelling and patting their shoulders as they walk by.

Hell yeah, dude!

Good set, bro!

It feels good.

A small crowd has formed at their merch table. Chris takes on the task of handling the sales, and before they know it, their box is nearly half gone. They hadn't expected that.

Another unexpected side effect of playing a good set: booze.

Once the merch crowd is gone, old rocker types materialize, holding out shot glasses and cans. One guy hands Rodrick a shot of something that burns, and puts a heavy arm around his shoulder. He starts up a conversation about drumming, which is really more like a monologue.

You were great out there, man. Who's your favorite? Like, who's your guy? It's Lars for me, bro, 100%. I saw Metallica in ‘88, bro. Busted a knee in the pit, and now I can’t play a double pedal no more. Where'd you learn to play like that? You could play like Hellhammer with those arms. Fuckin’ rock on, brother. Oh, hey, sorry, I was supposed to give you this lime to help with the tequila...

Rodrick’s head swims as the guy babbles, nodding his head like he's listening.

“Thank you,” he finally sighs out. He’s exhausted from just listening to the guy. He pops the lime in his mouth, and it does help quite a bit.

People just keep coming with shots, and beers, and stories, and the guys end up piss drunk before the second band is done setting up.

Rodrick smiles and looks around. He's having fun. They did what they came to do, and people actually liked it. The rest of the guys are making conversation with the other bands. Heather and whoever else had been laughing at him are nowhere to be seen, and he's happy.

Even happier when you appear in front of the table.

“Heyyy!” He yells, giving you a singular finger gun, his other hand occupied with a beer can.

You take one look at his half lidded eyes and lazy smile, and realize he's wasted.

“Are you drunk?” You cackle, “It's not even 8:30!”

He turns, and spits a sucked-dry lime slice into the trash can next to him.

“Shut up! You're drunk!” Rodrick points at you, smile still wide.

“Oh, man. You're gone. Your girlfriend is gonna be pissed!” You laugh.

The drunk-happy look fades from his face.

“My huh?”

“That girl you were talking to you. Girlfriend, right?”

“No fucking way!” he bursts out laughing, “She’s a rich, stuck-up asshole! She's an evil witch from hell!” He downs the rest of his beer.

“Harsh, but I believe you.”

Well, that settles that.

You wonder if Rodrick has ever been this drunk in his life. He doesn't seem like he knows how to handle it, but he seems to be having a good time, at least.

“Hey. You did really, really good. You killed it. I mean it.” You lean on the merch table and smile up at him.

Rodrick’s eyes are sparkling, and his smile is somehow bigger than before.

“You liked us?”

“I loved you guys. Everyone did. They're totally gonna have you back.”

He looks like he might cry.

"Hey, don't I get a shirt? Wasn't that part of our deal?"

Rodrick thinks hard, finally remembering.

"Oh yeah!" He shouts.

He ducks down under the table and rifles through a big box. You lean over and tell him your size. He looks deeply focused.

He finally resurfaces, and holds up the shirt, triumphantly. You take it and sling it over your arm.

"Thanks," you smile, "I'll wear it all the time."

He beams.

You hold out your hand, and he hesitates for a second before grabbing it.

“You wanna come stand with me? The next band is up.”

Rodrick’s heart soars.

You lead him to the middle of the crowd, where three other people are gathered, talking.

“This is my band: Maureen, Jessica, and Eddie.”

Rodrick is seeing double at this point, but he smiles and waves. He thinks he sees a girl with ridiculously long black hair, a girl with very short green hair, and a guy with little round glasses.

“Good set,” the guy gives him a fist bump.

Before they can talk any more, a microphone squeals. Everyone in the crowd is at attention. Rodrick blinks to try and focus in on the stage; the next band has set up a giant, inflatable palm tree and some yard flamingos. They're all dressed for the pool, it seems like. Big, bright board shorts and floaties. The singer is barefoot, and has a megaphone in hand.

“May I have your attention please, may I have your attention please,” his distorted voice comes through the megaphone, “The president of the United States is an insect! All your lives are a lie!”

The next few minutes are a blur of sound and color. Rodrick can’t process anything that’s happening in front of him. The music is weird, but good. Messy. The words don’t make any sense. His body is starting to sway uncontrollably, and he’s worried he might topple over.

His shoulder bumps yours, and you look up. He doesn’t look so good. You grab his hand again and lead him out of the crowd, all the way to the front patio, stopping to grab a water on the way.

Cool air hits Rodrick’s face, and he feels at ease. You help him into a low metal chair, and he stares up at you, helplessly.

“Are you good?” You push his hair up, away from his forehead, and hand him the cup of water.

“That was a lot,” he breathes, dazed.

“Chug that water, you’ll feel better,” you lean on the railing next to his chair, “and no more booze, big boy.”

“I thought I was baby boy,” Rodrick slurs, smirking.

“I think you’ve transcended that term,” you laugh, “unless you want to be baby boy.”

“What if I do?”

“You’re so weird,” you give his chair a little kick.

He sticks out his arm to catch your leg, and chugs the whole water in one go.

He lifts your leg a little higher, slinging it over his shoulder. You’re speechless. That’s pretty smooth.

"You said something nice about me," he slurs in a sing-song voice, "Mike told me."

"Oh yeah? What did I say?"

Rodrick thinks hard. What was it again?

"Something about... spirits? And ice cream."

"Okay, buddy." You shush him, "Just take some deep breaths."

It’s kinda nice, just sitting with him in silence. The last bit of daylight is leaving, and everything is shrouded in a faint blue.

“I think I like you,” he says quietly, not looking at you.

“I think you’re drunk. Get back to me in an hour.”

“Can I like you in an hour?” He holds your leg a little tighter.

“Go nuts,” you chuckle.

You don’t move your leg, though.

You sit together until the set ends, and people start to file out onto the patio.

“You wanna go back in? Your friends are probably worried.” You bounce your leg a little to get his attention.

“Yeah. I have to pee so bad.”

Another trans-am’s wrapped itself around a telephone pole

“I ain't drunk, officer, I just fell getting out of my car.”

Don't worry about it, son. We were that way when we were young!

You've got all the skills to make a damn good business man!

Rodrick stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, breathing deep. He feels a lot better after some fresh air and the longest piss of his life.

A stall door opens, and a familiar face shows up next to his.

“Heffley? Shit, that really is you.”

Bryan Kent is a bonafide asshole with a football scholarship, who'd made Rodrick’s life a living hell back home. He really doesn't feel like reconnecting right now.

“Yep. It's me.”

Rodrick turns to leave, but Bryan blocks the door.

“You're not even gonna say hi, diner dork?”

“Fuck off, Bryan. I'm not in the mood.”

Bryan pushes him, and Rodrick feels all that old rage bubbling up. He's still a little wobbly on his feet.

“Did the cops ever catch you for what you did?” Bryan takes a step towards Rodrick. He feels all the blood leave his face.

“Actually, one of my buddies from back home just passed police academy. You wanna come back to our table and put in a little confession?”

“Fuck off,” he pushes Bryan back hard, sending him right into the door.

You're waiting outside the bathroom, and starting to get just a little worried. One of Rodrick’s bandmates- Ward, you're pretty sure- is still by their merch table.

“Hey,” you smile at him, “Rodrick went into the bathroom kind of a long time ago. He was pretty wrecked, and I'm starting to get worried. Could you…?”

Ward is around the table before you can even finish your sentence.

“Don't worry, I got him.”

As Ward opens the bathroom door, another guy walks out, laughing.

“What the fuck?” Ward yells.

You come up behind him and see Rodrick, lying on the floor, face bloody. Your mouth twists into a sneer. Fucking frat boys.

You march to the front of the bar, and lean in towards Jimbo’s ear.

“Him. Out.” You point at the offender, who's still flexing his busted knuckles like a jackass. Like it's something to show off.

“Had a feeling.” Jimbo sighs, standing up.

Rodrick’s head is pounding.

He opens his eyes to see Ward, looking devastated.

“Dude, what happened? Can you get up?”

“Fucking… Bryan Kent,” he coughs out.

Ward helps him to his feet and hands him a bundle of paper towels. Rodrick dabs at his bloody nose and lip in the mirror.

Of course. Of fucking course one of those assholes would show up tonight, of all nights.

He takes a few moments to just stand there and recover.

“That was fucked up.” Ward breaks the silence.

Rodrick just nods.

They emerge from the bathroom and there's what looks to be a full on brawl at the front of the bar. Rodrick sees you walking quickly towards him, eyes wide.

“Are you okay? Jeez, look at your lip.”

You bring your hand to his face and take a closer look. It doesn't look like he needs stitches or anything, but his bottom lip is swollen, with a dark line in the middle. Blood is quickly drying up in one of his nostrils.

Rodrick jumps a little, and suddenly feels a whole lot better under your gentle touch. He gets lost for a second, just looking down at your worried face.

“I shouldn't have let you in there alone, I'm so sorry.” You murmur.

He smiles, but a yell from up front brings him back to reality.

“It’s cool, I'm fine. What's going on up there?”

“Well, we asked your... acquaintance to leave, and he didn't want to. And he's got friends.”

“Should we go up and help?” Ward clenches his fist, smiling slightly.

Rodrick’s other bandmates have joined the circle.

“I'd stay out of it, they've got it.”

You all observe as Jimbo drags Bryan out the front door by his ear. A second drunken dickhead is yelling I'm a police officer! Get off me! as a second, equally huge guy hauls him off.

Rodrick notices Heather following them out, rolling her eyes.

“Are we all good?” Someone from the stage asks into a microphone.

Oh yeah, there's still a show going on.

You all shrug, and head into the crowd together.

You take Rodrick's hand again, and give it a little squeeze. He turns to look at you, and smiles.

"Are you really okay?" You yell over the music.

"I'm really okay." He squeezes your hand back.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

#sorry if this is too long lmao #im having fun #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley fanfic #doawk rodrick #salad days #my stuff

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mileapo · 1 year ago

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Mile & Apo: It takes two to triumph

IN THE GLITZY REALM OF entertainment, where talent often shines like a beacon, there occasionally emerges a pair of stars whose chemistry transcends the screen. Such is the case with Mile and Apo, two charismatic Thai actors whose TV show KinnPorsche has become a global sensation, watched by millions of viewers from Russia and India, to Poland and Peru.

The two have risen from relative obscurity to become the new ambassadors of Dior, mobbed by teenage girls when they arrived in Mumbai earlier this year to attend a Dior fashion show.

On the surface, the Thai series KinnPorsche seems to have thrown the rulebook of “How to make a hit TV show” out the window. It is a mafia story filled with surly men, bloody gang fights and epic shoot-outs – which, yes, is a mainstay of TV programming. But the radical twist is this: the two main characters are a mafia boss’ son (played by Mile) and his male bodyguard (played by Apo) who – surprise, surprise – fall in love with each other.

In the history of TV, there has never been a hit crime series centred on a gay plot. But when KinnPorsche debuted in April 2022 on Thai TV and global streaming service iQiyi, it almost instantly became the top trending title in neighbouring countries such as Singapore, Indonesia, Malaysia, Vietnam and the Philippines.

Soon after, it claimed Europe, finding particular popularity in Poland, Turkey, Italy and France. Then it stormed its way into North and South America, where it was a top trending topic in the US, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Ecuador and Colombia.

No one – not even the cast and producers – thought the show would be this successful. It seems to have fed into some untapped market for female audiences who love action shows, but don’t care to see yet another threateningly perfect actress couple up with their fantasy man.

If you ask any fan what it is about the show that makes them sweat, swoon or quiver with delight, they’ll answer quite simply: Mile and Apo.

Double or nothing

At their photo shoot in Bangkok’s top restaurant Nusara, which overlooks the splendid temple complex Wat Pho, the models-turned-actors are in their element. They tailor their bodies and facial expressions instinctively for the camera, conveying a range of emotions, from sultry and mysterious to bright and playful. The slinky Dior suits, with their clean lines and minimal embellishments, don’t hurt either.

Mile (or Phakphum Romsaithong) and Apo (or Nattawin Wattanagitiphat) recently released their new film Man Suang in cinemas. It is a big-budget political thriller set during the 19th century reign of Rama III, replete with historically authentic sets and costumes.

Apo plays a traditional dancer who is recruited to spy in an elite club and uncover a plot to overthrow the order of the king. Finding a kindred spirit in the club’s taphon drummer (played by Mile), the two team up to stop the underground rebellion.

Speaking with the help of a translator, Mile, 31, explains: “We hope the movie reaches out to a wide audience. We wanted it to have both commercial and critical success, something that could show Thai history and culture to the world, but also be fun and entertaining enough to be a popcorn movie for the masses.”

Both actors note how T-pop (the shorthand for Thai popular entertainment) has been hyped as the next global sensation after K-pop and J-pop, following the massive success of Thai stars such as Lisa Manobal, Bright Vachirawit and Win Opas-iamkajorn.

“And it can happen,” says Apo, 29, also through a translator. “Thai people are very humble, gentle, hardworking and friendly. We can blend into any culture. If anything, Thailand has served as a melting pot for different cultures – just as Singapore has. Our culture can be easily embraced by the world.”

The duo believes that the global audience has transformed in recent times. “They’re now more welcoming of stories from different parts of the world, especially if those stories involve characters going on a journey to discover themselves and make themselves better, stronger, wiser and happier,” says Apo. “That’s why when I look for new projects these days, I look for the ones that carry the messages of self-actualisation.”

Mile concurs, adding: “I’ve always believed in ‘high risk, high return’. KinnPorsche was a risky proposition, because it took a mafia crime genre and placed it in the Boy Love category (a niche genre involving gay romance). But I believed in the project’s potential from the start – even if I never thought it’d become the cultural phenomenon that it is today. Its success has only strengthened my belief in ‘high risk, high return’.”

One-two punch

The road to success has been winding for both actors. Though born with the magnetic allure of leading men, they’ve had to work hard to secure roles over countless rivals, as strikingly handsome as they are. Having appeared in smaller parts before, it was the smash success of KinnPorsche – a show that almost didn’t get made because of funding issues – that catapulted them into not just the Thai limelight, but the global stratosphere.

Asked what Dior’s artistic director Kim Jones thinks of KinnPorsche, the duo laughs. Apo says: “We don’t know if he’s seen the show – we didn’t ask him. But we do know that our fans had been bombarding his Instagram account for a while, telling him about us, asking him to check us out, before he signed us up – well, at least that’s what he told us when we met him for the first time.”

“But for all you know, he could be binge-watching the series right now,” quips Mile, prompting another round of chuckles.

As the two men trade jokes in Thai, it’s clear that they share a genuine friendship. Their camaraderie is palpable, adding an extra layer of authenticity to their on-screen chemistry. Their behind-the-scenes antics and playful banter in candid posts have become fan fodder, launching thousands of TikTok videos and memes.

Mile says: “We’ve only become better friends in these past two-and-a-half years. We’ve become more synchronised, and our mindsets and energies are moving at the same pace. I can look at Apo and more or less understand what’s going on in his mind. We have small conflicts, of course – it’s normal among friends – but it’s usually something so minor, we can resolve it quickly.”

The best part of their friendship? Their shared love of dad jokes – that genre of silly, cheesy jokes with predictable punchlines that fathers supposedly love to tell their kids.

But Mile confesses: “I don’t tell dad jokes because I like them, to be honest. What I really, really want to tell are smart jokes, witty jokes… But I’m so bad at making jokes that they always come across as dad jokes, no matter how hard I try.”

Apo interjects: “Do you wanna hear a good dad joke?” Then, switching from Thai to halting English, he says slowly: “Hey you… watch where you walk… or you will… fall… into… my heart.”

#mileapo #mile phakphum #apo nattawin #the buisness times #interview

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analogskullerosis · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on the Doom Patrol Finale

"It's okay. I made it home."

I thought the finale was wonderful. It was a perfect send off for the show and I think all the main characters got a good conclusion to their stories, even if I think some had bigger flaws than others. I think the show came full circle and did exactly what it wanted to do. While I would've liked to have seen a fifth season, I'm satisfied with what's here. I would say the theme for the final episode of Doom Patrol revolved around "breaking the cycle" and realizing that the only way things get better is by embracing change and to stop running around in circles. Let go of your worries and just be what you're meant to be.

Vic's ending was simple but sweet. The entire show he's been struggling to find his purpose and how he can help people in a way that isn't joining the Justice League or being a comic book superhero like Batman or Superman. Becoming a teacher with Derrick for the next generation of students pave the way and teach them valuable skills via robotics and prosthetics work (which Vic's Cyborg parts basically are) felt like the best ending for him. He wanted to be a hero and he is, it's just in the more subtle, usually unspoken/unthanked way that teachers can be viewed as "heroes".

Rita's death was sad, but necessary in order to help the rest of the team move on to their final destinies. It's often said that mothers (or grandmothers, in Old!Rita's case) are what keep families together. With her death, the Doom Patrol also died with her. She died beloved and with her family by her side... although she was embarrassed that her family only seemed to think of her by bringing her favorite alcohol... and her body blobbed up and popped like a slime balloon afterwards... But being reunited with Malcolm in the afterlife was a lovely conclusion for her. Being reunited with her lost love in a garden felt like something out of an old movie. Perfect for Miss. Rita Farr. The rest of the team paying tribute to her and watching her movie Secret Rendezvous was a lovely way to remember her. Their Lovely Rita died a star.

Speaking of dying as a star, Larry! Larry went nuclear!! Him flying into the sun during the Bad!Future at the beginning of the season was wild, his future with Rama here at the end was beautiful and it was the ending Larry deserved. He broke the cycle by not having Rama be the same "What If?" that John Bowers had been. He freed himself and was able to truly love without fear or hesitation again. Turning into a bright star in space was perfect for Larry because the entire show he had been introverted and shy and reserved. He made it a point to hide for as long as he could and never let anybody see him. His journey was all about a man embracing the things that make him who he is and to let the world see him in his glory, no matter what they think. Joining with Rama in space and becoming a star (which is how I interpreted their joining to signify) means that for the next couple thousand years, Larry can be seen shining bright in the night sky, whether people like it or not.

Jane becoming Kay again (or simplty, K., as Vic suggested) was the ultimate win. The underground was destroyed and K. found her peace. Her going to space with someone who she could find comfort in and explore with was a lovely ending for her. She wanted to leave Doom Manor and explore the world, now she can. Admittedly, I wish her relationship with Casey Brinke would've had more time devoted to it, but it's not a pairing I mind. As much as I wish she could've found her way back to Shelley Byron, I suppose I treat Shelley as an unreachable fantasy (she is fog, after all) whose role was not so much to be an endgame romantic partner to her, but to be a guiding hand and help Jane/K. begin to become comfortable in her body and sexuality again and ultimately help her reach her ending. Her conclusion had flaws, but her journey was still very very satisfying and I can be happy with her having Casey Brinke, her painting, a ship with a view, and a nice cat (so long as Casey doesn't... you know.) Her ending felt like it answered the ending Grant Morrison gave her after their run of the comics. "There is another world. There is a better world. Well... there must be." The show's answer is, "Yes, there is. She found it."

Laura's ending was my second least favorite (next to Dorothy, who just flat out fucking disappeared!!!) and I wish she had gotten a little more, but I got to see Michelle Gomez wield a flamethrower and smile bigger than a child on Christmas Day, so I can't be too mad about it. If you believe in fire as a thing that cleanses things and allows people to start over, Laura's ending worked for her character. The place that really and truly broke her is about to be violently burned down. A woman like her needed violence to heal her and I think burning down the Ant Farm was just that.

Cliff's ending was the one that got me the most. "I thought I came home to live, but I think I came home just to die." The gift that Isabel/Immortus gave him was a sweet gift. He gets to see the cycle be broken right before his very eyes. He gets to see Rory's whole life play out and while you fear he's repeating his grandfather's actions, those fears are quickly put to bed when you see that he's perfectly fine and everything works out. He doesn't become RJ Steele, he doesn't fall into the same traps and vices that hurt Cliff Steele, he becomes a different man. Rory Steele is there for Clara Steele and he gets to meet his own grandson as a flawed, but supportive and good man. When Cliff powers down and it hangs on that shot of Cliff's robot face, I broke. The journey is completed. Cliff was in an accident and spent the whole series trying to get home. He did just that. It was the most beautiful way Cliff Steele's story could've ended. I loved every minute of it.

I was happy that the Immortus plot and the Butts plot was wrapped up in about five minutes with no explanation. It didn't need one. This show was never about them. It was a show about a bunch of misfit-assholes-turned-superpowered-weirdos who had to learn to care for one another, helping each other guide through trauma and pain and become better people at the end of it. They did just that. Larry was right: every single threat the team dealt with was created by them in some way. If there's no Doom Patrol, then the world is safe for another day. The only way this all ends is by the Doom Patrol disbanding for good. If you view Doom Manor as one giant therapy/rehabilitation retreat, then all of the members of the manor were stamped and cleared to leave. They left and they all found their own happiness, happiness that would be strange and weird and nonsensical if it was any show other than Doom Patrol. In the end, the cycle was broken and the characters became free to explore the world beyond the manor. No more chaos, no more fear, only peace.

The only cycle that never seems to break is the one where the Doom Patrol dies at the end of almost every iteration of the comics... until some weirdo (Grant Morrison, Rachel Pollack, Gerard Way, etc.) comes along and resurrects them, brings them back to life. I suspect the Doom Patrol will go through that cycle again. They will die, the team will be disbanded and gone for a while, then some weirdo will lovingly make up some way to get them all together again. It doesn't have to make perfect sense, just so long as they're all together again somehow.

There's so much more to say, but I'll leave it with this for now: Doom Patrol has become one of my favorite shows of all time. It's hilariously ridiculous, wonderfully weird, delightfully strange, and the most beautifully human show about superpowered misfits coming together and helping each other find brighter days after experiencing nothing but the darkest ones. They're my new go-to example of what a found family should be and I think the finale was satisfying. I think the show wrapped up the best way that it could've and I think every person that had the pleasure of working on it should be proud of what they've unleashed onto the world.

Long live the Doom Patrol.

#original post #doom patrol #doom patrol spoilers

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wanderingwittch · 5 months ago

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Transgender - Spiritual Pillars of Humanity

Within the tapestry of existence, souls weave threads of genderless spirits, embodying harmony beyond earthly realms.

Though eunuchs and transgenders can be used interchangeably, my focus will be more on transgender people who have the ability to master their feminine and masculine energies within their causal bodies. Many pagan and indigenous cultures, including my own, place great importance on transgender individuals, seeing them as essential for human growth.

What makes them so revered by ancient saints?

Is it their dualism that makes them special considering them to be a gift to humanity?

On my spiritual journey, I have been mesmerised by transgender also known as “trutiyapanthi” in my culture. I have always loved to believe that they can experience spirituality more profoundly than others due to the merging of masculine and feminine energies within them. Many light workers, healers, and spiritualists I know confirm that the higher realms have no distinction between masculine and feminine energies, since both of them are consumed and worked equally. Perhaps this is why higher beings, beyond our current understanding, feel humans cannot yet match their consciousness.

I have also been deeply influenced by Carl Jung, a psychologist who integrated spirituality and psychology, showing how they can coexist harmoniously. Jung’s theories such as Hero’s Journey helped me explore the tarot in much more profound way - the craft that I had been working for a long time. Through him I understood the shadow and through him I learnt about Anima and Animus. Anima being the personification of all female tendencies in a man while animus being the male psychological tendencies in a female. It proved that we can have this polarised form only in physicality but inside we manifest both the energies.

There have been real examples of transgender who have inspired me beyond the spirituality. Gauri Sawant embodies motherhood and compassion, helping me connect with my divine mother energy. Manabi Bandopadhyay, a professor and also a principal to an educational institutes helped me understand how to be authentic as well as knowledgeable, teaching me the value of liberation. Naaz Joshi, trans model showed me that beauty can be found in unexpected places. It doesn’t end here. Sushant Divgikar who became my personal favourite, a singer who can perform in both male and female voices, represented the perfect blend between of divine masculine and divine feminine energies.

Historically, transgender people have also played important roles in society. In the Mughal empire, infamously in Ottoman empire men were castrated to guard the women of royal courts; but their significance dates back even further. They were also revered in ancient times, serving as political advisors, generals and administrators.

I remember a story being told in Ramayana capturing their essence. Lord Rama was being asked to leave royal court and banished for 14 years instructed his followers - men and women to return the city. However the transgender community didnt bound to the directions and chose to stay with their lord due to which Ram blessed them with power to confer blessings on people during auspicious occasions. Native Americans have their two spirit theory — a name given to transgenders indeed valuing them for their roles as healers, mid-wives, leaders in spiritual communities.

This duality not only makes them great spiritually but also paves a dense and transformative path. While the internal focus is to balance, they live a life overwhelming with challenges on the physical level. Continually challenging societal norms, they transform themselves and the world around them. They do so by simply existing - by being truthful to themselves.

In my country, they also value profound connection between teacher and disciple — as seen in ancient Gurukul system. Amidst their journeys, they achieve success but also give back to their communities, sharing the compassion and love they have cultivated despite being treated as a dirt. Their ability to operate with innate divine wisdom and offer kindness to others, even after enduring immense hardship, is profoundly inspiring to me.

They do help us understand the complexity of human existence, power of duality and boundless potential in human spirit. Acting as a living testament to harmonious blend of masculine and feminine, they challenge the close-mindedness of societal norms. We can open ourselves to at-least acknowledge their presence rather than denying their individuality because they are different than us. Divine can manifest in countless, wondrous form - and they are the perfect example.

#writeblr #transgender #higher consciousness #spiritual healing #self discovery #the divine masculine #divine feminine #spirituality #spiritual #shifting #thoughts #observations

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the-desilittle-bird · 2 years ago

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Author's Note- My first Chris Evans imagine so don't beat me up if it's not up to the mark. Also it's a desi!reader and almost a RRR and Ram Charan simping post.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Is Air Conditioner Working?

Chris Evans x Desi!Reader

Summary- With the Oscars ahead and approaching, (Y/N) decides to make her boyfriend sit and watch the most popular movie from India...

Tag List- @shit, @sweetwritingfanficfriend, @helloitsshitzulover, @ultrav0lence, @watercolorskyy, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @girlnred, @hc-geralt-23, @minaxcarter, @shine101, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad, @candypurplebutterfly, @newt-scamander-is-hot-af

Warnings- Jealous!Chris Evans, (Y/N) simping on Ram Charan (just like me)

GIF Credits to @mackievanstan and @olvaheiner

"So, in the lights of the recent times, I am going to update you upon a particular film which is nominated for Oscars," (Y/N) announced, clapping her hands as she faced her audience. Chris Evans and Dodger Evans.

While Dodger was bouncing with excitement, partially mimicking his excited mother, Chris sat with a goofy smile on his face. He looked these weekends where he could just spend time away from the glamor world and be with his family.

"And what would the name of this particular movie be, jaan?" Chris asked, grinning from ear-to-ear. "RRR. It's basically short for Rise, Roar and Revolt," came the carefree answer, as (Y/N) searched for the movie in Netflix.

"And what is it about?" Chris queried, receiving an overexaggerated sigh. "Why don't you see for yourself?" She said, starting the movie. Chris watched from the sofa's corner as she quickly grabbed her bucket of popcorn and sat down on the other end of the huge sofa, with Dodger almost on her lap.

Chris focused on the movie until a certain man entered the frame, earning a squeal from his girlfriend and soon-to-be wife. That made him turn to glance at (Y/N), and God! Was he jealous.

Chris observed the man closely. The man's skin resembled to the colour of tea (Y/N) makes. Chai, she refers to it as. Eyes deep and brown and expressive. Dark hair with perfect mustache.

And after the realization dawned upon Chris related to the guy's handsome face, he was jealous, extremely jealous. Glancing back again, he found that both the mother-son duo was staring at the screen with a twinkle in their eyes.

Chris filled his mouth with popcorns before grabbing his phone. His jealous made him search the guy on internet. It wasn't that difficult since they were quite famous right now.

Ram Charan.

Chris took in a deep breath and scrolled down, reading about the guy his girlfriend was having heart eyes for.

37 years old. Comes from a famous acting family based in Southern India. Is quite popular among the ladies. One of the highest-paid. Has a wife.

The last bit of the information made Chris smirk and he, once again, looked at his girlfriend who was... preoccupied. Just as their dog was. Chris turned to look at the screen and realized that it was that song.

The song nominated for Oscar's Best Original Song. It was groovy with catchy beats and dance steps quite too hard and incredibly fast. Both Ram and his companion were dressed to nines as they danced.

"I can dance better," Chris realized that he said his thoughts loudly after the words left his tongue. (Y/N) turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow before turning back with a roll of her beautiful eyes.

"How long is this movie?" He asked after an hour, making (Y/N) sign. "A few more minutes only," she replied, grabbing a cushion and placing it on her lap to fold her arms as she leaned in to support herself.

Chris had to admit that the movie was indeed good with both a great script and acting but it was proving hard for him to focus due to his constant glances at (Y/N) and Dodger's direction.

And then... when Chris had thought that Ram couldn't look more hot, the climax came which proved him entirely wrong.

Ram was dressed as Lord Rama, an extremely famous God's incarnation in Hinduism who had went to Lanka to rescue his wife Sita and kill Ravana.

Chris was himself mesmerized by the look and would definitely be swooned by him if he was not already jealous of him for capturing (Y/N)'s attention.

"Is the Air conditioner working?" Came the chirping voice of (Y/N) which made Chris turn. Eyes glued to the television, her hands wiped a few beats of sweat which were appearing on her forehead.

"It will fell better if you just stop simping over a married man," Chris snapped, his lips pulled in a pout as he stared at (Y/N)'s surprised face which soon morphed into a knowing smile.

"Are you jealous?" She asked, making Dodger bark in approval, making (Y/N) laugh while the father to the dog glared at him. "No, why would I be? I am definitely hotter than him," Chris huffed, returning to the movie.

When the credits song started, (Y/N) rubbed Dodger's head before moving to sit on Chris' lap, making him look away.

"You are jealous of a man I have never met before? Really Chris?" (Y/N) giggled while placing a kiss on his cheek. "Exactly, (Y/N). You have not met him and you are literally drooling over him."

"I am sorry, okay?" She said, kissing him just behind his ear, right at his soft spot. A shiver ran down his spine as Chris grabbed on to her waist. "Promise me you aren't going to drool over any man except for me."

His girlfriend only nodded with a smile, leaning in for a brief and loving kiss which was interrupted by Dodger. Chris and (Y/N) found the dog looking at them with titled head, as if asking 'Really? Here?'

"We are going for the Oscars next week, right?" She asked, hands circling around his neck. Chris nodded with a content look as (Y/N)'s face brightened up.

"I am going to meet Ram then!"

"NO!"

#rrr movie #rrr #ram charan #jr ntr #chris evans #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x desi!reader #desi reader #desi tumblr #desi tag #desiblr #spotify

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hag-lad · 11 months ago

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RATING NANDAMURI TARAKA RAMA RAO JR’S MANSPREADS ON A SCALE OF 1 - 10

Welcome to the first PERFECT 10 in this series! How appropriate that it’s Jai! Let’s get into it! He is SPREAD OUT, he is taking up the maximum amount of space, he is FROWNING, he is LEERING (at a courtyard full of mostly-naked men wrestling, no less), and he is IN CHARGE! The platonic ideal of a Standing Manspread.

This man is a drag king, I don’t know how else to say it!!!! This is a pure naive camp moment, it is pro wrestling energy, it is theatrical, it is obnoxious, it is exaggerated, it is PERFECTION. Jai is a total Disney villain. He’s a bastard and he fucking loves it. There is no force in this galaxy that could even approach the most distant outer limits of convincing Jai that he isn’t The Most Important Man On Earth. THAT’S the energy I want to see in a manspread. Well done, Tarak!

FINAL VERDICT: 10/10

#Tarak manspread definitive collection #jr ntr #tarak

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sunnydaleherald · 8 months ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, April 7

BUFFY: Y'know, I never stopped thinking about you. RILEY: Me neither. All I had in there was this one little part of you. (Gives her bandana piece) BUFFY: It's just the scarf part of me really. RILEY: Sure it is. Just knowing you were out there...that you cared...

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First Day by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy, anthology rated PG-13)

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Celebrating You, Ch. 5 by DeamonQueen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Scoobies in Neptune, Ch. 30 by Buffyworldbuilder (Veronica Mars crossover, FR7)

When Ethan Rayne made Rambo, Ch. 9 by SplitEnz (Rambo crossover, Xander, FR15)

An odd Couple of grumpy old Brits, Ch. 11 by Julikobold (Giles & Spike, Buffy/Spike, G)

Forgiveness Doesn't Come Easy, Ch. 29 by Slaymesoftly (Buffy/Spike, R)

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wind-corner · 7 months ago

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Chapter eleven

Imani sighed deeply. She was annoyed. And despite it being the next day she had been tempted to skip class. But had ended up going in the end. After all she could imagen what those damn nobles would say if they found out she skipped class. A punch to the gut. No. She wouldn't bring shame to her dad nor the memories of her mother.

Sighing she twirl her pen, her mind on other things rather than class. Her mind trying to turn over what could be the lack of the truth from the man she loved so dearly. They promised no big secret between the both of them, and she was true to her words and told the male things she hasnt told anyone, things that she had kept close to he chest. And she had assumed he had been the same.

But the fact that Rama made some sort of deal with the housewarden of Octavinelle, and she was none the wiser?! And when did he do such a thing? She spent the first few months of his housewarden hood doing everything as per their bet, and once they ended up together she's been by his side as his lover, so when? Sighing imani ran a hand though her hair again.

And maybe she wasn't as angry as she was trying to let on, more so hurt that she hadn't known. Sighing again she found herself going though her classes in a bit of a hazy, coping notes and doing paperwork with practice ease. After all what is a little mind numbing work to a girl who spent most of her childhood trying to prove to a bunch of stuck up nobles that despite not being noble by birth, she and her family were worth the title bestowed upon them with her mother's marriage to her dad.

It would be after morning classes and lunch time when her beloved idoit of a fence would find her. And given how well she knew him she could tell that he was hurting. That something was weighing deeply on his thought, he did get like this from time to time and she would comfort him, but she could tell this was much wrose than the other times.

Sighing for what felt like the uptin time imani reached up and gently cup his face. He leaned into her touch his eyes drifting closed as he seek comfort from her. She couldn't help the soft smile on her face. "Let's go to our room, we can talk or just relaxed."

Rama gave a weak nod. It seemed he would allow her to lead him where ever. Luckly he really was going to take them to their room, because despite the hurt at the secret being kept from him, she still longed to be beside him. This man who help lighten her own load and made her feel safe and warm when she could no longer stand tall from all the eyes on her proseved perfection.

"I.... got us lunch." Chuckling she patted his cheek and pulled away to grab his free hand.

"I noticed. Now come on, if we wait to long our food will get cold." Hearing him mumble what it was, had her rolling her eyes as she tug him to the mirror that would take them to their dorms.

"Than before the drinks grow warm." Imani pulled them both though the halls, no would should think to much about it since its not like its the first time she's pulled him though it sometimes he'll even carry her as they would skip eating with everyone just to spend the time alone. They've done it so much no one so much as blinks at it anymore.

They would walk and walk with him tugging Rama behind her till the reached their room opening the door and closing it behind them she pulled out her pen and put a spell on the door in order to sound proof it. Than tug Rama to the bed and plopping herself onto the bed.

Sitting on the edge she had expected him to sit beside her, but was surprised when he dropped to his knees before her and moved so he could rest his head on one of her thighs. His head between her legs. His arms wrapping around her waist holding her close.

This postion was a bit embersing, but for some reason Rama found it the most comforting so she would deal with it as she gently pet his head giving him a few scratches here and there as he seemed to be breathing in deeply.

Time would trial off as she would spend the time petting his head. Rama's warm breath seeping though the fabric of her skirt and brushing her skin. It honestly sent chills though her spine.

"...... imani....do you love me?" The question caught her by surprise, to the point she had stopped stroking his head.

After a moment she rolled her eyes she flicked one of his ears. "Just because I'm hurt doesn't mean I've stop loving you silly." And as if to prove her point she pulled out the necklace that held the promise ring Rama gave her. "I did say yes to marrying you after all."

Rama moved from his postion and reached for the necklace. Imani watched as he lift3e the necklace from around her neck to than removing the ring off the leather string. He than reached out for her left hand m, before sliping the ring onto her finger. He than pulled her hand to his lips. Giving her hand a gentle kiss.

The simple action had imani's heart skip in her chest. Her cheeks becoming a bit warm and she watched as he gave a look that made her shiver. "Rama~" her voice was soft nudged her should which she knew what it meant as she lay her upper half on the bed.

Imani felt her body warm up as she soon found herself under her lover. his lips on hers and her arms wrapping around his neck cling to him. And while one of his hand was holding her cheek the other decided to explore else where, which caused her to gasped into the kiss.

For the exploring hand, seemed to have slip under her skirt and begin rubbing her inner thigh with his thumb. Sending chills though her. And pulling away from the kiss her breath in pants. "Tease."

The male said nothing as he moved to.her neck and begin kissing and biting her. And for a moment she wonder if he was still bothered about what he wanted to speak about. And why she did like the thought of having her brains screwed out of her. She sighed softly and reached to give his ears a little scratch.

"Won't you talk to me?" Imani waited wondering if he would just avoided the whole thing. But she could feel he had stopped. His breath running over her neck but nothing for a while. Though when he did pull away, Rama cupped her cheek again softly running his thumb over her lips.

"Can you still love me after what im going to tell you?" His voice broke as he spoke. And honestly, if imani was honest it looked like he was about to brake. And it hurts to see the strong brave man looking so hurt.

"How about we eat, and skip the rest of our classes? We can just cuddle under the sheets, talk about it and..." imani reached for rama's hand and pressed it to her chest above her heart. "And i promise no mater what happened in the past the love I have for you will not change, after all no mater what you think my feelings are my own, and these feelings are not something that can change be it from a mistake of the past, what maters is what we do now and in the future."

Imani soon found Rama lips on hers again. And she returned the kiss, holding a bit tighter to his hand that she still had it on her chest. And personally she didn't mind it being there. And only after the need to breath became apparent did they both pull away.

"If were going to be in bed we should take off our shoes."

The words while true, made her chuckle and she let go of his hand and lightly pushed him to get him to move. "Fine, just get off since I can't do it when you're sitting between my legs, unless you plain on taking them off me." The look that crossed her fiancée face showed that he would very much like that.

Rolling her eyes and trying not to show her smirk. She "Horn dog."

"For you."

That remark had her choking on her own spit, since it was a rather cheesey line but it did make her feel giddy. Sometimes Rama really was a handful, but than again he was her handful, and she wouldn't have it any other way. And she knew that no mater what she'll be able to handle what ever it is that weighs heavily on his heart, because they have each other and always will.

#winds art #muns art #a leap in time #my art #chapter 11

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fangirlshrewt97 · 2 years ago

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Christmas Checklist Confusion

Creator: Fangirlshrewt97

Giftee: @burningsheepcrown

Note: Just under the wire for Christmas themed fic here, but I couldn’t let this event go without writing something for my first friend in this crazy fandom, who had become such an important person for me in so short a time. Here you go, my dearest Lan, another addition, however loosely, to the 🍉🥭 universe!

Relationships: RamBheem

Rating: General

Warnings: Too much fluff?

@celebrrration Holiday Swap 2022

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"And done!" Ram exclaimed triumphantly as he finished tying the bow on Babai's gift. Bheem's head popped up over his shoulder, smiling down at the wrapped gift.

"We got them all this time!" Bheem said with a bright grin.

Ram beamed back showing off his gleaming white teeth as he leaned back against Bheem's chest.

"So that's Malli, Loki, Jangu, Lacchu, Sita, Babai, and Jenny." Ram said as he ticked off each name on his fingers.

"I think this is the first time we managed to finish before December 24th." Bheem said thoughtfully, rubbing at his beard.

Ram nodded, holding up a hand. "High five."

Bheem chuckled as he slapped his palm against Ram's, before collecting Babai's gift and taking it to the table with the rest of their gifts.

"We even gave the gifts for our coworkers and the apartment watchman right?" Ram confirmed.

Bheem nodded, "Yes we did that Wednesday."

Ram breathed out in relief, body sliding down the chair as his tension melted away. "Holiday shopping is stressful."

Bheem laughed, coming up behind the man to give him a shoulder rub. Ram hummed happily as he sunk some more into the chair. "You keep that up, and I'll fall asleep right here."

Bheem squeezed his shoulders before letting go, making Ram whine quietly. Bheem laughed. "Rama if you fall asleep in this chair, then whatever knots I worked out from your shoulders will form again. The sofa is three feet away."

Ram peeked at him from one eye, eying the distance between him and the sofa. He closed both eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "No, it's too far away. I'll take my chances here."

Bheem raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. It was so nice to see Ram being so relaxed and playful. It had been a hell of a year, but he was glad to see the man taking it easy for once.

That did not give him an excuse to ruin Bheem's massage.

He reached down and tickled Ram's side, making him give a full body jump and yelp, a loud this resounding from where he banged his knee against the underside of the table.

Bheem stopped immediately, biting his lip. "Whoops."

Ram growled as he rubbed at his knee. "This means war Bheema."

"Oh?" Bheem asked, a wolfish glee taking over his face.

Ram launched himself at Bheem who evaded him easily, and the two men set off, racing through their small apartment.

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"Oh Anna, it's perfect! Thank you!" Malli said as she hugged Bheem with one arm, the temporary tattoo stencil set held awkwardly in her other arm.

Bheem patted her back, he knew Loki might bemoan his choice of gift but Malli had a gift as an artist, and he would encourage her however he could.

"I'm glad you like it Malli, but it was actually Ram who thought of it."

"Really?" Malli asked in surprise. Though Ram had been a part of Bheem's life nearly 3 years now, he still got so nervous around Loki and Malli, insisting that they were Bheem's adoptive sister and niece and as such their approval was very important. Bheem didn't know how many times he had to tell Ram Loki had accepted him as soon as he had saved Malli, and the little girl adored him too.

Malli untangled herself from him and made her way to Ram, surprising him with a side hug. The other man got his patent deer in headlights look, looking at Bheem for guidance. Bheem smiled fondly at him, turning Ram's own smile strangled. Sita, who had been talking with Ram looked like she was trying really hard not to burst out laughing.

She and Jenny had decided to host a proper Christmas dinner, even though only Jenny celebrated the holiday as a way to commemorate their found family. It had been a brilliant idea, seeing all the happy faces and generally jolly atmosphere of the gathering.

Dinner had been delicious, with a special double layer chocolate cake by Malli and Jenny. They had exchanged gifts next, and Bheem was glad all their gifts had been spot on.

Loki loved the new gardening tools they'd gotten her, and Jangu his pipe. They had also handed Pedayya's gift (a compedium of ayurvedic medicines) to them. Lacchu had been enthusiastic about his bottle of whiskey, and Babai thrilled by the book on the Indian freedom fighters. Sita had received a set of Bheem's handmade bangles and a book on the famous female CEOs. Jenny, they'd bought her a set of acrylic paints she'd mentioned to Bheem one day.

Malli had forced Ram into a seat, and opened her new temporary set. Seemed like Ram was her first test subject. He grabbed another piece of cake from the table and made his way to the pair.

He handed the piece to Sita with a wink, who shook her head and accepted the dessert. He then grabbed Malli and spun her once, making her squeal and kick her feet. Bheem was hit by a pang of sadness at the thought that soon Malli would become a proper teenager and not indulge him in such antics.

“Alright, I think it is time you go check on Lacchu anna to make sure he is behaving.” Bheem said as he set Malli down.

“Anna! I need to finish the tattoo, I’m almost done!” Malli said as she returned to sit next to Ram, taking his forearm into her lap. Bheem craned his neck to see what she was doing but Malli hid it with her body. “Go away, you can see it after I’m done!”

“Hey! That’s my boyfriend, I should get to see what you are doing to him!” Bheem argued, but Malli just stuck her tongue out at him. Bheem gasped as Ram’s shoulders shook with bitten back laughter. Bheem placed both hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow at him, and Ram smiled helplessly at him, shrugging. Malli scolded him for moving though, making him go stock still.

Bheem gaped at the scene, which is why he didn’t notice Sita approaching till she had looped her arm through his. She squeezed at his arm, “Thank you for the gifts, they were very nice.”

Bheem grinned. “Glad you liked it! Next time let me know if I should try any specific design on the bangles.”

Sita nodded. “Absolutely.”

Jenny came up on his other side. “Malli has gotten her first volunteer huh?”

“Uh, victim of opportunity might be a better term.” Bheem countered making the British woman laugh.

The trio fell into a friendly chat as they shared their thoughts on the latest episodes of their favorite TV show.

“Finished!” Malli said as she leaned back, waving them over. The trio made their way to her, and took in her tattoo. Sita started to cackle as Jenny covered her mouth with a finger to be more polite. Bheem was enchanted, taking in the stenciled tattoo of a horse in mid-gallop. “Really captured his soul there.”

Ram scowled at him, but he ran a thumb near the skin. “Thank you Malli, it’s lovely.”

Malli was frowning thoughtfully,”I actually wanted to do a mango, but there were no fruit stencils. I guess people don’t really get fruit tattooed.”

Ram’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Why mangoes?”

“They were the fruit you gave me when I first visited you!” Malli answered, making Ram melt. He hesitantly opened his arms, tightening them around the girl when she threw herself at him.

Malli hopped back to her parents as Ram stood up, rolling down the sleeves of his shirt to keep from accidentally touching the ink.

“So….,” Sita started. “You guys got us great gifts. What did you get each other?”

It was almost comical how both men froze at the exact same time with the same wide eyed look of panic in their eyes.

Jenny laughed. “You forgot to get each other gifts didn’t you?”

Ram closed his eyes as he prayed to the gods for patience. “Devuda, I knew we had to be forgetting something.”

Bheem meanwhile scoffed at the two girls giggling over their plight. “Excuse you, I have a gift for Ram.”

Ram turned to him with surprise, “You do?”

Bheem grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him, hard enough that Ram’s knees gave out under him slightly. By the time Bheem let him go, Ram was dazed and the world had not stopped spinning.

Sita was wolf-whistling, shameless as she was while Jenny blushed slightly. Loki was scolding a chastised looking Bheem while covering Malli’s eyes (who in turn was complaining that she had seem them do worse, which did not help their case in the slightest). And Lacchu was scowling in a corner as per usual, gulping down his drink. Jangu and Babai were completely disinterested in the rest of the party, and were lost in their own conversation.

Good thing Ram had managed to hide the locket with the two rings inside his sock drawer.

Now to remember to give it to Bheem before the night ended.

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talonabraxas · 3 months ago

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'Vishnu & Lakshmi' Talon Abraxas

The Symbolic Meaning of Lord Vishnu and Lakshmi

Lord Vishnu is Hindu Myth

Hindu’s recognise Vishnu as the “protector.” He is the aspect of your personality that can dissolve the ego and uphold new Dharmas that enable you to develop peace of mind and bliss.

Ayurvedic teachings describe consciousness as being present. By taking control of emotions present in the five elements and the three gunas, you can take control of your life and master the energies of universal manifestation.

Vishnu is the higher consciousness that guides us and downloads messages that inform us what the right actions are to take. The problem most of us suffer is not knowing when we receive these messages because we are rooted in base consciousness.

Conscious comes to us as a thought, symbolised by Brahma in Hindu mythology. In the “Padma Purana”, Vishnu gives birth to Brahma who blossoms from the lotus flower that sprouts from Vishnu’s navel.

Brahma is said to be the creator of all things. He is the manifestation of ideas in the physical plane. The Lotus flower symbolises enlightenment, implying that consciousness passed to mortals is the Absolute Truth. The instructions to follow.

The Rig Veda states: “Vishnu is the most ancient of all, yet also the most recent. Nothing and no one creates Vishnu, yet Vishnu creates everyone and everything.”

In essence, the Supreme deity is a creative source but serves a greater purpose as the preserver. Escaping the bonds of the habitual mind is not easy and Vishnu has to keep a check that right actions are being followed.

It is said that Vishnu created the world with the right side of his body – that which is controlled by the left-side hemisphere of the brain. Although there are creative aspects in the right-side of the brain, it is widely accepted that most creative powers arise from the left side of the brain.

The right side of the brain is associated with collecting information and analysis. It’s the sensible part of the brain that talks us through what we should really do.

The Incarnations of Vishnu

All matter is conscious which evolves. As Absolute conscious, Vishnu creates the world through Brahma, and Hindu mythology gives an account of the evolution of Earth in the incarnations of Vishnu.

According to legend, Vishnu has reincarnated nine times so far. They are:

Matsya, the fish Kurma, the Turtle (reptiles) Vahara, the pig (animal life) Narasimha, half man, half lion Vaman, the man-dwarf Parashuram the man with an axe Rama – moral man Krishna – philosophical man Buddha – enlightened man

As consciousness evolves in nature it consistently creates improved versions of itself. But Vishnu can only do this with the help of his wife Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth and prosperity.

The Symbolic Meaning of Lakshmi

Lakshmi emerged from the churning of the milky ocean on a lotus flower and subsequently incarnates amongst mankind in various forms. Described as ‘the mother of the world’ the goddess nurtures consciousness.

Lakshmi cleans Vishnu’s feet to show her nurturing nature. In chapter 8 of the Vishnu Purana says:

“Vishnu is meaning, she is speech; Hari is polity, she is prudence; Vishnu is understanding, she is intellect, he is righteousness, she is devotion.”

Lakshmi means ‘goals’ and as the goddess of wealth, beauty and love is said to reside in those that are prospering in life. In Hindu art she is always depicted sitting on a one hundred petal lotus indicated she is pure.

Together with Vishnu, Lakshmi is Absolute Consciousness, or The Truth.

Her four arms represent Dharma (doing the right thing), prosperity, perfection and freedom from mental and emotional bondages.

Other qualities of Lakshmi are portrayed through the elephants she is often pictured with. In Hindu esoteric symbolism, elephants represent strength, wisdom and patience, qualities needed to nurture.

The symbolic meaning of Hindu symbols

In ancient myth and Hindu art, Vishnu carries symbolic objects in his four hands and lies on a bed of floating serpents. The serpents represent the wisdom and peace of a calm mind that is freed from anxious thought.

Vishnu’s other symbols are:

Conch = vibrational frequencies and energetic forces that create and sustain all life in the universe. Scientifically speaking, Vishnu is the personification of the Conscious Universe.

Mace = the destructive nature of the god. It symbolizes the dissolution of ego and negative traits or even the destruction of the universe itself.

Bow or Lotus Flower = Both the lotus and the bow represent awakened consciousness that allows you to see beyond the veil of illusion.

Discus = The spinning discus symbolises Purity of mind and used by Vishnu to destroy demons.

The symbolic meaning of Vishnu and Lakshmi relates to the highest forms of human consciousness that we are aware of. Together they tell us what to do, and give us the ability to nurture Brahma into fruition.

Master Mind Content offers online symbolism courses. We have several in-depth guides that explain how symbolism relates to the body-mind-energy connection. Understanding symbolism can help you make important decisions, improve your quality of life and understand more about the world.

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epicwalrus · 1 year ago

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Walrus Loses her Mind cont.

OK, so theories...oh boy, the theories.

Some are new, others have evolved...and all of them are driving me slowly to distraction. Current theory count...3? I think?

You know the drill, spoilers for all Mysterious Lotus Caserbook episodes up to 28.

1. Shan Gudao is not dead and is, in fact, the big bad.

I am still convinced of this and only growing more so.

Despite what Lianhua says (unreliable narrator, much?), the flashbacks have shown Gudao in adulthood to be bad-tempered, aggressive, and manipulative, and Madam Feng said all he cared about was becoming famous and the strongest. He abandoned his PREGNANT girlfriend because he wanted to be stronger.

On top of that, he seems to have lied to Lianhua about the Cloud Iron and may have kept the He kid as the leader of The Four Tigers (He Zhang), although please correct me if I'm wrong there; my ability to hear the tones in Mandarin is still abysmally lacking, I'm trying to learn, I promise.

Even the argument with Xiangyi before Gudao quit the Sigu Sect felt slimy and manipulative, very much "I'm the good one. I care about you. I gave you the best sword I ever made. You are being too willful. You are the bad one." Poor Xiangyi might have been having his head fucked with for who knows how long. He was clearly suspicious of Gudao after the Cloud Iron incident but is now convinced he was the bad one.

Turning the two strongest sects against each other via his "death" opened up the way for the Wansheng Sect (which shares a symbol with Gudao), who are supported by the very royal court who offered Gudao an army to fight the Jinyuan Alliance. Who could fight back against him with the two strongest warriors dead and their sects in pieces?

I'm not convinced he's doing it for personal power anymore, though (or maybe not entirely). I think he may be a descendant of the Nanyin survivors and is picking up their plan where they left off (see theory 3).

2. Lianhua will be healed via his poison to fight poison technique.

Still being stubborn about this one, too XD The setup is almost perfect. They already have 4/5 things for healing our delicate lotus man.

A previously discussed and dangerous theory for detoxification (which requires great inner power, a counter-poison and acupuncture)

A-Su's golden acupuncture needles that can heal anything

Physician Guan, who is an acupuncture specialist

And either that wine to increase one's inner power (if they can find a legit recipe) or someone equally as powerful to feed Lianhua power (Feisheng).

We just need that poison that can counter the Bicha poison.

There was a shot of Duobing carrying an unconscious Lianhua in the trailer. Maybe that's when he's carrying him to safety after the poison becomes too much to suppress.

And then it's all hands on deck.

Everyone coming together to save our Lotus man.

Duobing suppresses the poison with Yangzhouman (I think that's how you spell it?).

A-Su asks her grandfather about the counter-poison and goes in search of it (maybe with Wanmian's help?).

And if the wine is legit, someone brews the wine as fast as they can. OR Feisheng constantly feeds his own power into Lianhua.

Physician Guan prepares the golden needles.

3. The Nanyin descendants are carrying on a plan created as a last-ditch effort in the war a hundred years ago.

These latest reveals seem to show us a conspiracy from the end of the war:

Nanyin merchants moved in to hide among the population while guarding the Heavenly Ice keys.

The princess married into the royal family with the Rama Vessel (now known to contain Karmic Insects) as her dowry.

Suiyan village's founding.

I think, as the war grew close to an end, Nanyin planned to release the Karmic Insects into their enemy's kingdom as a last-ditch effort to turn the tide. However, the Princess was found out (maybe she was mind-controlling the prince she married with said insects to force the Emperor's abdication), and she died as a result.

Her tomb, and the Rama Vessel, vanished as soon as she was buried, and so the plan failed. But maybe the inscription in her tomb (put there by the Nanyin workers who built it) was their last hope for their descendants to pick up where they left off.

Now we have many instances of Nanyin descendants appearing again and following our mysterious hooded man (glares in Gudao). I think someone had rediscovered the plan from the war and now plans to use it for revenge and to restart the Nanyin kingdom, just like in the legend of the kingdom's founding.

"But, Walrus," you cry, "the insects in the Rama Vessel need a Mother Insect to control them. Where is she?"

Well, dear reader, I lied. I actually have four theories!

4. The Mother Karmic Insect/s is/are hidden INSIDE THE NANYIN PRINCESS.

We learned in today's episodes that the Mother Karmic Insects can survive in a host for hundreds of years. And who else would have been in the position to smuggle these insects into the country?

The princess' body was preserved far better than the prince's when we saw them in the Yipin Tomb. Perhaps, this was again the Nanyin survivors giving their descendants the best chance for revenge. They preserved her body with Asura grass in order to allow the Mother Karmic Insect/s to survive until the plan was picked up once more.

What was once a last-ditch effort for survival has become a plan for revenge.

#mysterious lotus casebook #mysterious lotus casebook spoilers #li lianhua #li xiangyi #di feisheng #feng duobing

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couldbebetterforsure · 1 year ago

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Winter Performance completed!!!!! And....WOW......Oh Rama Havenna might be my favorite play yet! For something that was supposed to be a throwaway play, it really turned out soooo beautiful!

Chicchi is such an interesting character and man when her secret came out and her life fell apart around her it broke my heart! Kisa did such a beautiful job with the emotions of that character, especially in the crying scenes. Rukiora was also incredibly endearing in how sympathetic I was to all she was going through, really Mitsuki's best work in a Jeanne role to date! Miguel was a perfect cool guy, I knew Fumi could pull off a Jack role well, I wanna see him do more!!! Fugio was such a fascinating character in how I swerved back and forth on finding him genuine or sketchy, Sou really and truly has grown as an actor. Neji was exactly as enjoyably detestable as I wanted in his evil role as Domina, like wow Domina is such a piece of shit I wanted to strangle her myself for what she's putting everyone, especially Chicchi and Rukiora, through. The priest may not have many lines but he certainly made an impression, I'm glad Kai didn't give up and made the role his own. And then...Suzu as Jire....Good grief Jire is such a pitiable man. It's so clear he loves Chicchi so much but it doesn't change the fact that he decided what was best for Chicchi FOR her and hurt her so badly. Chicchi is well within her rights not to forgive him, and I'm glad at Jire seems to accept that. But yeah, Suzu did a wonderful job with this role, I am so so SO proud of him for being able to get Jire to work at last. Also, while I didn't fully get the villain Suzu role I wanted, I got some version of that and a hot CG of Jire with a weapon, so I'll take what I can get!!! 😍😍😍 The play itself was so emotional and I was soooo wrapped up in Chicchi and Rukiora's relationship and so utterly happy when they became close again at the end. You know when Neji brought up a scene between the priest and Chicchi at the end I was like "??? what's with everyone's reactions? what kind of scene could it be???" Then I get to the end of Oh Rama Havenna and "....ohhhh...Chicchi and the priest are gonna do the do now...now I get the earlier reactions..."

For the music this time around, it was so damn hard for me to pick which one was my favorite! All three songs were simply spectacular! Oh Rama Havenna, Oh Beloved Havenna was so jazzy and had such a great tune to it, I couldn't help but shimmy while playing the rhythm game. Faded Color was an absolutely beautiful duet between Kisa and Mitsuki and truly wrapped up all the emotions and love of Chicchi and Rukiora's relationship in wonderful fashion. But Intense Confessions at the Confessional...was sheer perfection from start to finish for me...Seeing everyone's outfits was perfect, Kai and Neji's singing was perfect, the freaking choreography was perfect!!! The song just gets wrapped around your brain so tight and refuses to let go, it was so good and catchy and while it was hard to pick between the three at first, I am satisfied naming it my favorite from the Winter Performance!

I came out of the Winter Performance arc feeling so damn proud of Mitsuki. Because when he was suddenly assigned the Al Jeanne role, I understood what Neji was trying to do. Neji, Fumi, and Kai were all gonna graduate. Mitsuki is a second year, the only prominent one of Quartz in the story. So he would naturally become the next leader after the current third years are gone. So Neji basically threw Mitsuki into training for the position by putting him a lead role so suddenly. And of course Mitsuki couldn't take the pressure at first...But he broke through, and acted like such a damn good leader throughout the training. Helping Kisa with her struggle for her role and talking things out with her, helping Suzu realize why Jire is such a tough role for him and what he needs to do to perform, helping Sou get more comfortable with the parts in the play where Kisa and Sou's characters are more physically intimate. And not just the underclassmen, Mitsuki managed to be such a help to the upperclassmen too! Helping Neji realize he could take Domina more seriously as a character and helping Kai realize he still has so much more to give as a Jack Ace and not to give up. And the way he comforted Kisa during the play by telling her that it doesn't matter to him what her secret is, he accepts her and forgives her. And man, the sheer relief in Kisa's voice when that happens....She nearly drove me to tears! I loved Mitsuki's growth from someone who was just going through the motions to someone who is genuinely invested in the class performances! I'm sure he'll be a wonderful leader for Quartz next year!

Suzu's own development regarding acting was wonderful too. Seeing him having to face his frustration at falling behind Kisa and Sou as a result of his injury in the Fall Performance and also acknowledging his trouble with acting in roles so unlike who he is. For Suzu, he has trouble acting as those he can't connect with. And Suzu himself is someone who tends to be straightforward, so more complicated ones like Jire who feels such conflicting thoughts and Jean Jose who is manipulative and cunning are difficult for him. But I liked that Suzu didn't wallow in his frustration and sadness over not performing at the level he wanted. He accepted the fact that who he currently is cannot give such roles the true life they deserve, but he'll use the skills he DOES have to still make such roles shine until he is able to fully develop into the type of actor who can perform outside of the range he is stuck in. And I truly believe he's not so far off from such a dream anyways! I mean the king from The Sleepless King wasn't too much like Suzu as a person and yet my boy KILLED it! I think so long as Suzu can find that one part of the role that he connects with, he'll be able to do anything. He just needs to grow as a performer and reach that point, and sine he's still a first year he has plenty of time to make that growth happen!

So yeah, now I am officially done with the common route of Jack Jeanne! Christmas in the game is the start of the route splits. So I can finally have Kisa go after Suzu!!!! 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊 My sweet earnest puppy of a boy, I cannot WAIT to see what your route has in store! I hope I can at least start it today...If not I gotta wait for tomorrow...

....Also, semi aside, how on earth did the costuming department manage to make Neji's chest look like that for Domina? 😂😂😂

#story time with me #jack jeanne #jack jeanne spoilers #willow takes center stage at univeil #I am so proud of quartz for their winter performance #everyone acted so well in roles outside of their norms or comfort roles and I was completely sold and invested every step of the way #kisa truly almost made me cry when she started sobbing (as chicchi and herself)#mitsuki my dear boy you did so well in this arc I am so proud #I fucking love the quartz squad so much how the fuck am I gonna say goodbye to them when the game is over???#I'm too attached!!!! I can't say goodbye!!!!#you guys: willow you're not even done with your first route yet #me: STILL!!!!!!!

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