#sitar care

[codesquire]

Well, I can now count changing the taraf strings on a sitar, as something I can do.

[operationandre]

Zero Day told through Mitski lyrics.

(LONG POST!!!! moments and scenes will not be in order)

Andre’s last moments.

“And I want a love that falls as fast as a body from the balcony, and I want to kiss like my heart is hitting the ground” - Townie

— Andre’s last words were asking Cal for permission, for instructions to die. He wanted to die at the exact same time, not a moment before or a moment after. His love for Cal overshadowed everything. His plans to run, the false passports, the foreign money—they were all useless in that moment. He wanted to coincide with cal, to be one with each other. Their blood would share the same floor, mixing together in a last show of their devotion.

The Burning of the Crosses

“You’re my best friend, now I’ve no one to tell how I lost my best friend” - The Frost

— The thought of someone burning their crosses would make Andre and Cal laugh. They would make fun of the perpetrators together, but now they lay under the ground or on a cold metal table in a lab somewhere. There is no one to talk to. There’s a darkness for both of the boys, but it’s different from what they’re used to. Unlike the darkness in Cal’s eyes that used to make Andre’s chest burn, Andre finds this blackness cold and he does not feel anything from it. Unlike the darkness in Andre’s words that would always excite Cal, Cal is bored.

The Reactions of Their Families

“So if you need to be mean, be mean to me” - I Don’t Smoke

— After the massacre, both Andre and Cal’s parents blame themselves, especially after the police question them and ask them how they didn’t notice anything awry. They wish that they had been a source of relief for their boys. In their eyes, Cal and Andre are still their babies, and they do not want to believe they did anything wrong. They want nothing blamed on their boys; they want everything on them.

Andre’s Last Conversation With His Dad

“Lately I’ve been crying like a small child, so please, hurry, leave me, I can’t breathe, please don’t say you love me.” - First Love / Late Spring

— Andre’s eyes have always been focused on Cal. He believed that no one would ever love him, at least not to the extent Cal did. The moment his dad says the words ‘I’m proud of you’ his world almost falls apart. Would his dad understand him? Would his dad be proud of him in his final moments?

Cal’s Diary With the Sitar

“Mom, am I still young? Can I dream for a few months more?” - Class of 2013

— Cal knew what the outcome of the crime would be. He was aware that he was not coming out, that he truly did not want to come out. He would’ve ended everything the same way no matter if the crime happened or not. He knows Zero Day is coming up soon, and he wants to keep that dream almost completely separate from the way his loved ones know him.

Andre’s Plans vs Cal’s Plans

“But, Big Spoon, you have so much to do, and I have nothing ahead of me” - Your Best American Girl

— Andre and Cal have very different views for both the future and the present. Andre works, has gotten into college, and is in multiple clubs and track. he wanted to run after Zero Day. He wanted to live. On the other hand, Cal had nothing, no job, no outlook for after Zero Day. He knew of Andre’s wants, but he also knew it was never a choice for him.

Final Moments

“I just need a quiet place where I can scream how I love you” - I Want You

— The ultimate show of devotion from the two boys is their deaths. They are surrounded by nothing but quiet, only slightly disturbed by police sirens and a 911 operator. There is nothing in their mind other than one another. Their lives flash behind their eyes and what they see are visions of each other.

Cal’s Hopes for His Family and Rachel

“Maybe when you tell your friends, you can tell them what you saw in me, and not the way I am” - Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart

— While Cal doesn’t care what people think of him or what his legacy is, he wants to keep intact the minds and reputations of those he left behind. They shall not be disgraced simply because they trusted him. He even clears their names for the police in his final statement.

The Final Diary

“So why didn’t you stop me? Why didn’t you stop me and paint it over?” - Why Didn’t You Stop Me?

— Andre and Cal state multiple times that this had to happen, that they have to even the score of life. They blame others, almost explicitly saying there have been moments that should worry people, but they have been allowed to keep going and no one can stop them now.

“I Couldn’t Have Done This With Anyone Else.”

“One word from you and I would jump off of this ledge I’m on, baby, tell me ‘don’t’ so I can crawl back in” - First Love / Late Spring

— Cal is it for Andre; Andre is it for Cal. They exist in each others’ minds but not as parasites, simply as another train of thought. Anything the other says is gospel; every word the boys say sounds like it is coming from one mouth, one mind. They will do whatever the other person tells them to do.

Andre and Cal Finding One Another in Life

“Little boys cry and look around for comfort, and always get what they want” - Real Men

— The moment Cal and Andre meet, they know they have found their person. They will never judge one another, and they have shared experiences. They hate together, and they love together.

Cal Defending Andre to Rachel

“But with everybody watching us, our every move, we keep it secret, won’t let them have it” - Once More to See You

— Cal knows the truth behind the reason for recording, but he refuses to tell Rachel for multiple reasons. He doesn’t speak on anything until she mentions Andre. he quickly moves the blame to himself, saying he’s insecure and needs attention. He knows he and Andre are being observed and how others find them weird or off putting, but he refuses to play into it. Their true thoughts are reserved for one another. No one else is allowed in.

“We’ll be like God.” “No, we will be God.”

“You believe me like a god, I’ll destroy you like I am” - I’m Your Man

— The two boys view themselves as something greater than life, as something beyond religion and beyond belief. They take everything into their hands: their peer’s lives and the balance of the world.

The End.

[harrisonarchive]

Photo from the 1987 Prince’s Trust concert.

In October 1989, the compilation album Best of Dark Horse 1976-1989 was released. It includes the Harrisong “Cockamamie Business”… “Through it all he’s maintained a moderately jaundiced view of his place in the music biz. A new song, ‘Cockamamie Business,’ underscores the point, recounting Harrison’s ups and downs with the Beatles with a kind of rueful good cheer. ‘Didn’t want to be a star,’ he sings at one point, ‘wanted just to play guitar.’ Actually I should have made it “sitar,”’ George cracks. ‘I know I’m supposed to be a guitar player,’ he goes on more seriously, ‘but I don’t really feel like one. I’m not someone like, say, Eric Clapton. We can talk about him ’cause he’s my friend and I know about him, he’ll just plug in his guitar, listen to the tune and blow on it and be of a certain standard immediately. I have to figure out what I’m gonna do and maybe even learn a part I’m just not that fluent with it.’ That opinion is open to debate. Co-Wilbury Jeff Lynne calls George, ‘a great guitar player. When he strikes up on the slide there’s nobody better; his precision, his vibrato is perfect. But he always plays it down.’ ‘I’m not playing it down,’ George counters. ‘I’m just not playing it up! I think Keith [Richards] is one of the best rock ’n’ roll rhythm guitar players. I don’t think he’s very good at lead. But this is what I feel about myself too: What we do is make records, and the records have some good guitar parts on them. I like Keith enormously, I think he’s great, but he’s not Albert or B.B. King. Anyway, the main thing about him is that he has the confidence,’ George smiles. ‘So even if it’s not perfect he doesn’t care.’ But isn’t there a virtue in con­cise, structured solos? Isn’t that what was sacrificed when guitar heroes came into vogue? ‘Well, I’m certainly not a guitar hero,’ George avers.” - Musician, March 1990

[amphitriteswife]

🌙Song to the moon🌙

@rorlokiswifey feel free to see your oc Vedika as reader!

Inspired by castlevania and hnk

Tagging: @mizz-sea-nymph @praisethesuuun @nicasdreamer @tinyy-tea-cup

Pairing: Benzaiten x Moon Goddess! reader

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Being a moon goddess isn’t easy. You have to deal with many gods, deities, mortals and the lunarians, aka the inhabitants of the moon. Usually the council helps with major decisions and choices. Yet it once again fell into your own hands as the Greek pantheon was a ruckus and the moon god from the Egyptian pantheon was busy challenging Ra. Luckily the Moon god from the Japanese pantheon, Tsukuyomi was there to help you at the moment.

Even though you did a lot for the moon, many were terrified of you, that was because of your strong opinions. Many thought you were too harsh and too confident. Others thought you had too much charisma and power. Yet all of those traits is what also made you popular among various marriage candidates. They all asked your hand or tries to make a move, but for you it was no use. After all, you had seen the ancient worlds with your own two eyes. Men ruled the word, not all ofcourse. Yet the kind ones were seen unmanly while the barbarians were seen as the real men. They held unrealistic expectations for women and often saw them as lessers. Hence why you have refused all the proposes and offers.

Making Tsukuyomi aware of your exhausted state, you decided to go for a walk on the moon. You blended well with it’s pale yet bright look. Despite the fact many thought of your personality as ‘manly’ it was no secret that you looked like a noble woman out the renaissance. The chains and jewelry on your body making soft ringing sounds as you stride over the moon surface, deep in thought about your work. There was so much to worry and care about…until the sudden sounds of an instrument filled your ears. It was soft and distant, judging from the little sound you had you assumed it to be the sitar of Saraswati. The Hindu goddess often played it when there was a festival or just for her husband Brahma. Seeing her always brought you comfort as most Hindu goddess had always been very motherly or sisterly to you. So why not take a quick trip down to the heavens?

Landing on Valhalla you took a deep breath of oxygen, even if you didn’t need it as you’re an immortal being. It was still a pleasant experience to finally breathe air on earth. Following the sound of the sitar, you were eventually let to the Valhalla garden. The sitar increased in sound, yet there were no lotus’ in sight. No matter where Saraswati went, there were always lotuses and waters….was this on the sound of Saraswati’s sitar? Now that you thought about it, it wasn’t the same melody she usually played…who in the name of the moon could be here playing the sitar? Stepping inside the green house you walked past many flowers in the colors red, pink and purple. The green complimenting them elegantly and the plants were kept neat. The sight and of the woman playing became more clear.

Being now almost a meter or two away from her you were facing her back. She had purple hair, and the sitar was resting in her lap. You spoke to her in a stern voice. ‘What are you doing here?’ You asked the woman, walking a little closer, making her turn her head. ‘Well hello there~ i’m Bemzaiten, goddess of fortune, music and arts.’ Benzaiten? That wasn’t a name you had heard among the other gods. Ever. Was she perhaps new? But even if she was. Why is she holding the Sitar, a hindu instrument? ‘The sitar is a hindu instrument…are you from the same pantheon?’ You asked Benzaiten with narrowed eyes, she instead smiled and giggles at you. ‘I suppose you could say i’m Involved in the east asian pantheons.’ Benzaiten told you, her lips twisted into a smirk as she looked you up and down, taking in the many features you had that resembles the moon itself. She herself wasn’t that bad looking. She had a slender body, deep purple hair, yet looking at her form she had a more masculine look.

‘You’re eyeing me, lady moon. Are you perhaps interested?’ Benzaiten said in a voice laced with interest and mocking intention. This made you raise an eyebrow. You were used to many men being like this, yet never met a woman so…bold and daring before. At least not in this flirty way. ‘Is that a challenge?’ You asked her back, amused by her behavior. Benzaiten gave you a challenging smile back, her eyes holding mixed with confidence. ‘Perhaps.’ She said in a sly tone laced with arrogance. Her eyes half lidded and seductive. You narrowed your eyes once again at the daring words. But before you could say anything you gelt a hand on your shoulder, Turing around you could see Tsukuyomi who held a face full of worry and conflict. ‘My lady…Poseidon is trying to conquer the moon because his daughter said she wants it…’ typical. When is the greek pantheon not causing trouble. You said your goodbyes to Bentaizen and left for the moon once again to stop Poseidon from conquering the Moon. Once again. Cause it aint the first time he pulled stuff like this.

Benzaiten herself just snickered in amusement. Hoping you will visit her every time she plays the Sitar.

Thank you for reading! 🩵🤍

[inkblot-mirror]

Pomefiore Dorm Headcanons:

-Lights out at 9pm. Period.

-Like Diasomnia, which is also an on old castle, Pomefiore has many hidden nooks and shortcuts and passageways, all of which Rook discovered and committed to memory the first day he transferred. It’s also how he gets around the place so quickly and pops up most unexpectedly, still giving even older students a scare.

-Students quickly learn not to sneak junk food and other forbidden snacks and stuff into their rooms because Vil always. Finds. Out. (It’s Rook—nothing ever gets past him)

-As Epel demonstrated, a common punishment in the dorm is cleaning: washing and wiping all the windows by hand, dusting the vases, sweeping the rugs and mopping the hallways and making sure everything is absolutely spotless. Without magic (it’s to build character ofc).

-The beautiful gardens and apple orchards outside are perfect for afternoon tea. Vil has, on more than one occasion, hosted a photoshoot in the gardens.

-Said apples in the orchards are also cursed to make whoever eats them violently ill. As a result the garden remains picturesque and pretty.

-Peacocks roam freely outside. They are surprisingly aggressive to outsiders.

-Entire dorm smells like fancy flowers and floral perfume.

-While not an official club on campus, but some Pomefiore students have made their own fashion design club. They hold fashion shows, showcasing their own creations every so often and Vil always attends.

-Has a potions lab in the basement where the housewarden duel is held.

-Mandatory ballroom dancing lessons! Pomefiore has three ballrooms in total.

-There’s a big white grand piano in the lounge that no one is allowed to play.

-Decently insulated, not too hot or cold, since both are bad for your skin.

-Lot and lots of stairs! Also easy to get lost in.

-Vil (and Rook) had to teach all the first years how to put their dorm uniform on properly.

- Lots of movie nights in the lounge. If one of Vil’s movies are being played, he expects full critique (and praise) afterwards.

-Vil is more accommodating towards beastman students with wings, tails, fur, and or ears that need more specialized care or attention.

-Kitchen is stocked only with healthy snacks and artesian bottled water.

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Scarabia Dorm Headcanons:

-So. Many. Parties. Parties to kick off the start of the school year, parties at the end of the week, parties to celebrate end of the semester, parties for the sake of partying.

-Second to Octavinelle, the dorm has lots of musically inclined students. One can hear lots of musical instruments being played day and night, such as the sitar, flute, oud, tamborine, or drum.

-Merfolk students like to cool off in the oasis or the courtyard fountain. This environment isn’t exactly the best for them… good thing there aren’t alot of them in Scarabia in the first place.

-Sand everywhere!!!!!! Even with magic, sand still finds a way to slip in. I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.

-Occasionally there are powerful sandstorms outside.

-Even rarer is when it rains (without use of Kalim’s UM)—when it does, everyone dashes outside to dance and sing in the rain with joy (everyone minus Jamil)

-Dorm is home to Kalim’s menagerie of exotic wild animals allowed to roam freely: tigers, monkeys, camels, parrots, etc…

-They’re all tame (mostly), but you can still occasionally see Jamil and a student or two wrangling a monkey or chasing after a runaway pony.

-It’s nearly bug free for the most part (thanks Jamil!) but you can still find the lone scorpion or snake hiding in the corners.

-First thing new students are taught is to always always always double check and empty your shoes and clothes first before putting them on.

-Entire dorm smells of incense and spices and exotic perfumes. It’s very heavy on the senses.

-Very dry and hot as one would expect! Its gets chillier at night, but not by much.

-Students help out Jamil with the cooking. It’s a communal event, and recipes and stories are often swapped.

-Before Kalim, Scarabia was a pretty studious and academic dorm. Now they have a reputation as the party animals of NRC and curious students from other dorms like to sneak into their many parties or banquets. Not like Kalim minds: the more, the merrier!

-DONT TOUCH JAMIL’s SPICES!

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hello!!! May I request an obey me matchup? Here are the details and thankyou so much for doing this! I hope you have/had a great day and if not , I hope tomorrow is better <3

Pronouns- he/they

Gender - non binary , male leaning of sorts , AFAB

Appearance :- glasses , brown skinned , pretty tall about 5'11, black wavy hair which reaches shoulders , dark hazel eyes

Likes/some attributes : philosophy, literature, gaming , coffee, painting, research, organising things for comfort, reading , writing , singing , sometimes dancing? , learning new things , classical music , can play violin , Veena and the sitar , fluent in 4+ languages

Dislikes : noise, unorganised things, people who don't wanna listen , making assumptions and judgement based on unknown facts , people with no willingness to learn new things/utterly foolish for no reason and no will for self development , insensitivity, rudeness for no reason , boisterous for no reason.

If it helps , I'm an ENTJ and a Pisces

Thankyou once again <3

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

OBEY ME!

Diavolo

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Dia is a loveable man child. Okay well he is a prince so he's a little pampered but he's really down to earth and wants nothing more than to learn all about you and humans in general.

Dia is the perfect amount of chaos for your control. Though he is capable of being composed and poised he is definitely a goofball and likes to push your buttons.

He loves watching you organize things especially if you do something color coordinated he's all on that.

You're like another Lucifer and Barbatos for him, not that he would ever compare you guys. He's just excited to have another structured person in his life.

He loves taking you out for adventures, he thinks it is fascinating how intelligent you are.

He loves when you play any music for him. He's working music, he's showering music, he's setting up the student council room music.

When he finally confesses his attraction fo you he gets every brother and exchange student involved.

Honestly a little embarrassing and mildly chaotic but it was cute how hard he tried and that's what matters.

He loves when you teach him new things, where he thought dates had to be big grand things you showed him it could be as simple as sitting over a cup of tea and learning about each other.

His new favorite pass time is doing just that by the way. Listening to your ideas and philosophies so he can better understand how to help his people.

The first time he kisses you is when you two are dancing at one of his families balls.

You two are waltzing around discussing important business when something over takes him, maybe it was the way you looked in your outfit or maybe it was the light laugh and lilt in your voice.

He was smitten and asked graciously to show you how much he cared about you.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

It was another slumber party at the castle with Dia and Barbatos. You and Lucifer looked like matching dolls with how your movements and eye rolls happened at the antics of the other 6 brothers. Though you didn't like the eldest brother's attitude, 90% of the time, you had to agree his siblings were an unorganized mess. As you made your way to Dia's room, where you always stayed, you noticed paintings had all been moved slightly askew. This was horrible. Knowing it was either a Mammon prank on you or a Satan prank on Lucifer, you sighed and walked into the room to drop off your stuff. You would deal with the pranks later. For now, you just want to see your partner and relax.

It was as if Dia entered the room on cue and came to sit next to you. Gently, he took your hand and caressed it while he listened to you rant about the brothers. From Lucifer's demands to Belphies actions, you had a lot to tell for each brother. You didn't hate them by any means; you loved them like family, but they could push your buttons almost as severely as Dia could. As you sat up hand in hand with Dia, you pouted and began talking about all the paintings in the castle being askew. As you spoke, you noticed a hidden grin slowly morphing on the man's face and a concealed laughter bubble in his chest. He wouldn't, would he? It was a little early for the boys to already be causing trouble.

As soon as it clicked that the culprit was Dia himself, he had already gone out the door. Chasing after him, you ran through corridors, foyers, and other rooms. Eventually, the whole group was in on this massive game of tag. What was once frustrating became laughter and a good time around for everyone. Once you finally caught Dia with Lucifer's help, you'd have to thank him later; you pulled him into a hug. "Caught you! How could you do this to me?" His laugh was radiant as he picked you up and kissed your forehead. "Because, handsome, watching you get like this is a sick pass time of mine." Even as you were smacking his arm for the sultry comment, he was laughing fully, running away soon after restarting the game of chase again.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You were in the school's theater room practicing a song for the upcoming recital.)

Barbatos: You realize we have a student council meeting today, my lord?

Dia: Yes, but just five more minutes. He sings so well I can't miss this.

Barbatos: You realize they will sing again, but this is not life or death.

Dia: How can I win the best boyfriend award if I am not constantly supportive? Asmodeus says it's an extremely hard and coveted award.

Barbatos: Did it ever occur to you that Asmodeus was messing with you?

Y/N: Can you two please be quiet for five minutes, then we can go?

Barbatos and Dia: Yes!

[msbhagirathi]

IPKKND LIVE BLOG SEASON 1 [Epi 5]

Let'z welocme Shyam today. *sarcasm intended* (-_-) (I know I wrote the wrong spelling by mistake but then I noticed it and thought let it be. Who cares. Shyam himself won't come here to correct me.)

There, I gave you the biggest spoiler of the episode, in advance to ruin your mood.

Heh. I am evil.

Now don't leave without reading it, okay? I do a lot of mehnat into writing these. :')

Come. Let'z begin this then *sighs irritated-ly*

Arnav's manager shows him the live news with the footage, being telecasted in some channel. (Kamlesh Khabri ji, was that yours ? Lol.)

2. Did you-too- wonder about that 'smart' phone, Arnav was holding? Turns out, I could find it.

3. "Aaj ka saajan" Lmao. (Today's lover)

4. Arnav, while watching that clip, being telecasted, flashes back to the line Khushi said last, before leaving. "Devi maiyya ki marzi ke bina koi kuch bhi nahi kar sakta, koi Arnav Singh Raizada bhi nahi." (No one can do anything without Devi-Maiyya's wish, not even some Arnav Singh Raizada.")

5. Basically, he is thinking, that, he has shown her place to 'that girl', who had said that he can't do anything without some 'devi maiyya's wish'.

6. This is clear in his reply to Akash's protest for over paying MR . "Meri beizatti karne ki himmat naa kabhi kisi ne ki hai, naa ab koi karega." (No one, has ever disrespected me, nor anyone would, now, have the guts to.) Oh. So, the problem is your ego issue.

I should have known it. Khushi had the misfortune to meet you and now she is paying the price with her reputation and dignity, being butchered like animal slaughtering. You, a__hole.

7. Khushi and her Amma are getting molested by a bunch of perverts.

8. Babuji tries to stop them, but he gets a hard push, which results in Shashi losing his balance and his head hits a nearby pole.

9. The men are very adamant and one of them tugs at Khushi's dupatta.

10. There. A man, wearing, a beautiful shiny brown pair of office shoes, with a matching pair of trousers, is shown stepping down from somewhere. He starts walking (towards the scene?)

11. A Turquoise bracelet gleaming in his right wrist. (why the fck isn't he wearing his wedding ring?) He is shown from behind some -shops?- He walks upto where babuji had fallen down. He helps him to stand up.

12. Wow. Daiyya Ho! What an entry.

13. Everything aside. Aabhaas looks so fckin handsome in that outfit. Everything. Literally, everything about his look is so freaking perfect. The colour combo of the shirt and pant. The shoes. Oh. God. I am in love with those shoes.

IDK. It's just looks so- fantastic?-deliciously beautiful?- I am simping for those, quite literally. Is it normal for some human to simp on a pair of shoes? Whatever. So. Yeah. I was talking about the look. The flare of the pant, as he walks. His haircut. Like. Wow. Absolutely ravishing.

14. And he starts beating those mfs, one by one.

15. After beating those hooligans. He walks back to Babuji, to check up on him. He tells him to get a band-aid for his cut. Babuji is touched by his words and thanks him for the help.

16. Then, Shyam turns to look at where Amma was standing but is transfixed to see Khushi shyly(hesitantly?) looking at him with tears in her eyes, from behind her Amma, just like any other rom-com film, only that, this isn't any other rom-com film. (the Sitar and Tabla BG score used, here, is so freaking beautiful and also kind of suits him coz it sounds something like wicked and graceful.)

17. We can see, he is caught off guard, by the way, Khushi is looking at him; by her beauty. He realizes her hesitation and picks up her fallen dupatta and offers it to her but Amma takes it back. He might have wanted to talk to her but, before that, he is pulled out of his trance, by babuji and they bid him a goodbye.

Khushi turns back to look at him, one last time. Only that, this isn't the last time, they would be meeting. Alas. Khushi as well as we, don't even have an idea about, the depth, of his obsession with Khushi that, will go, after this moment.

18. Look at the absolute contrast, in the way, they introduced both the anti-hero and the main villain. At this point, half of the audience might have already started shipping Shyam and Khushi.

19. The sequence, at Gomti Sadan, is so freaking emotional. Khushi is, again, getting punished for the crime that she didn't even commit. (Or until they think that she shouldn't have left the house at all.)

20. Even babuji cannot come to forgive her, this time. Garima decides to send, both of them, away to Delhi. Buaji, who always had an over-reaction for every situation, was, a minute ago, shouting at both of them to say or do something, to punish Khushi,(She really likes to see Khushi suffering. Bloody sadist.) is shocked. Lol. "Dilli kauno davaai ki pudhia thori haee, ki ghol ke pilaay dio. Sab theek." (Delhi isn't some bundle of medicines that dissolving it in water and making it drink someone, would cure everything.)

21. The moment she realizes that she has to take both of the girl's responsibility, she spits out the water from her mouth. Lmao. She tries to convince both of them but is not successful. Her discomfort is so visible, as she gets to taste the result of her instigation. LMAO. LMAO. LMAO. Buaji ab maza aaya? Lol.

22. Anjali comes in with a thaali, diya and some incense sticks burning. Arnav is immediately irritated at the sight of his Didi (initially he used to call her 'didi' then he resorted to 'Di').

23. She asks about whether he ever thought about the well-being of 'that girl' before creating such a huge ruckus and Arnav, I think, is caught off guard.

24. We are immediately taken to 'that girl', who is so innocent that she could not even think that her 'woh' had released those 'taswirein'.

25. She vows to find out who was the one to release them.

26. Deepali's foundation was so off, in this scene. (Literally, her face looks so pale.)

27. Payal asks Khushi, in a challenging(or admonishing?) way, that how will she find out, ready to scold her, for even mentioning to do something else, lest it worsens the already messy situation, they are in.

28. Screen cuts to Arnav, still in his thoughts (maybe regretting? Lol. No.) as he comes out of his reverie and says " Soch ke hi toh kiya tha." (It was a thought out move.)

29. Liar. (Liar, pants on fire. Lol.) No. You were not thinking when you ordered for those videos to be released, Arnav. Why are you lying then? Tell your Didi that you did it, in a fit of rage, to show 'someone' that you actually hold a lot of power. Bloody b_stard.

30. Lol. "Ab aap apna yeh 'naari mukti morcha', yahan mat nikaliye, yeh mera office hai." (Now, please don't start your 'Women's Liberation March' here, this is my office.)

31. Lmao. The brother-sister banter is so heart warming and fun to watch :)

32. Both Khushi and Payal reach the office of 'Khabrein 24x7' (News 24x7). Khushi, is nervous, and clutches Payal's hand in fear. Payal understands her distress and smiles victoriously, that now she will be able to convince her sister, to return back to their comfort zone.

33. But, her sister is more courageous than she seems to be. And, true to her nature, she tells Payal to take a seat and walks up to the reception, gulping nervously.

34. She asks to have a word with their company's 'maalik' (owner). But, the receptionist tells her, for that she would have to go to Delhi.

35. After a few minutes of deciding, when she wants to talk, to the receptionist again, she tells her to wait for sometime without paying any attention that she is 'the same girl'.

36. Sometime later, the workers of the office realize that Khushi is that 'TV wali ladki' and they start mocking her and make fun of her situation. They circle her in the center of the office and keep laughing.

37. Payal is disappointed and reduces to tears immediately, she quickly walks up to Khushi but loses the courage to take her out of it, as her feet get frozen, due to the nervous-ness, by all that negative attention, that, they are getting.

38. Khushi noticing, that her sister is getting affected by the mess that they have managed to land into, speaks up. She, while shedding tears, knocks some sense into them. And they are.....umm, immediately regretting it? No realization?

I mean to say that they could have shown them realizing their mistake, like, they could have taken some time? Then, that, 'sorry we were wrong' could have made much more sense. Did you too feel that? No? Only me? Ok. Leave it. (Pata nahi choro.)

39. So. Yeah. They 'feel' sorry immediately. And regret it. But, Khushi does not want their apology. She wants the answers which she had come for. They reveal that they got the orders from the higher authorities ('Woh clippings release karne ke orders upar se aaye the.')

40. Khushi asks who send them those clippings and is unsurprisingly shocked. I know. I don't make sense. But. Let me explain. See. She is so naive, that, she didn't even realize the extent of power and influence that ASR commands.

Just because, she got to 'talk' to him personally, in a fairly public place (The Dargah), without any appointment, in his own office, doesn't mean that he is not 'that' much influential. It's just, he chose to have a conversation about the topic with her. He could have easily ignored her. But, he didn't.

So, my point is, she could not even come to think that only he would be the one, who could do this, even after, getting into a heated argument with 'The ASR'. She had already started treating him like an acquaintance. Like, he is a random normal person, just like her. And, not some Business Tycoon of the Fashion Industry. She had already started treating him like an equal, like a normal person, of her 'status'.

41. So. She's shocked. Screen stops at her face. Precap begins. *quickly pauses it* Spoilers. (Although I had already watched it once earlier *smiles nervously* I am not a hypocrite, okay? I had watched it out of excitement.)Ok. Bye.

P.S. : No P.S. Bye. Have a great day/night ahead. God bless you.

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[winstonhenderson]

𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟖.

𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓭 𝓐𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮

𝙎𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎

George’s Notes

We were in India. Another place. Far from home. Enjoying meditation. Having fun. 

This was my passion! In 1966. I brought the sitar and Julia loved it! Or John. Whatever. She used it in her “Norwegian Wood”. I always liked to talk about Ravi to them whenever I got the chance and all of them knew how much I liked Indian culture. So this getaway to our “ideological savior” seemed like a great way to relax ourselves. And for me, a great way to attract the writing pair’s attention! They always put Ringo and me down, even when they don’t necessarily mean it.

But the most important thing to me is that we all cleared our heads. Ritch left first. I felt sad, he and I hang out a lot, so the fact of him leaving first hit hard. Also, I understood why he did, he had bad allergies and the food here was upsetting for him. 

The two that were left gave me a hard time, each in their own way. They talked to each other from time to time. Haven’t seen them talk normally for a while. Paul would be prissy and make stupid comments, while John was unbearlably fucking around with the idea of the religion. Paul was a bit too conservative for this so he left next. He tried out all the things this place had to offer, and I must say, maybe he explored this place the best. Linda was fine too… She is a nice gal. Like Cynthia, who I had the biggest crush on for a very long time. She fit in fine, and only seemed to care about two things; relaxing and John. John decided to stay however long I wanted to stay. Of course, we are quite similar, she was starry eyed too. Pattie and I had a lot of fun together, just hanging about and talking about the most basic stuff. It became a lot quieter since Paul left. John made some jokes but her-or his-or goddamn it, I’ve known this for six years and still can’t get it right! John’s attention was elsewhere. 

What I didn’t expect was that Cynthia and Pattie became close and started to hang out on their own leaving us two behind. This was the chance to sell to John my idea for songs. Although, John looked more spaced out than usual. Offhanded comments here and there. Something about the sun, or nature, or the feel of the wind. John got poetic fast. And now, John and I are sitting here, on the beach. “Geo, do you really believe this small guru?”, oh… This is serious. It’s not really John when it’s serious.

“Yes, why?”

“Hum.”, she took a biscuit.

“Julia, why do you say that?”

“I think he is doing some fraudulent activities. Paul found something while he was scavenging.”

“And you still trust Paul?”, oh no, she is mad. Or no… Dissapointed.

She chuckled.

“Geo, he is still my songwriting partner. And here you are.”

She handed me the paper. It had a complete description of some customers' orders and the amount they charge. There was the order and then a tipping mechanism where they took 50% from people.

“I felt like Maharishi was a good little guru. Always setting up people. Making you bite.”, what the fuck are you saying Lennon!

“Me? We all bit it!”

“You bit it first.”

“Lord, Jules… Could be fake for all I know, or could be I dunno repurposed.”

“George. I’m not exaggerating aaaaand I’m not letting you spend any more money on this SCUM.”

“I know how to handle money! Sometimes better than you! Always better than John!”

“You don’t involve John in this! This is about you!”, Julia.

“Jules, I am not that fifteen year old anymore! I’m twenty five! I can make the right decisions on my own!”

Julia was distraught. But I told her the truth!

“Look, I know you are responsible, sometimes even more responsible than I am, but you are naive! You think everything can be resolved-”

“OF COURSE IT CAN! Julia, you could’ve made it known at any moment that you are a woman and it wouldn’t matter! We are on the toppermost of the poppermost Jules! You wanted to be there, remember!”, think woman, think!

Julia got angry, but not Julia angry but John angry, which was much scarier.

“We are there because people presume we are all men! And you never know what problems would arise should I do that! What if I put myself in danger? No, you in danger! I still don’t know why we’re on top. I know people dislike some of our music and want to see us fail! Half of the time I think our music is pure shite that won’t last a fucking day after if we hadn’t had such good marketing!”

“You must really hate yourself, Julia, if this trip couldn’t get you out of your mindset.”

“Georgie. Was it ever a secret?”, Jules laughed.

That woman drives me insane. I… This whole trip, the reason John was spaced out was because Julia was monitoring what I do! Lord, John or Jules always kept tabs on me! And I wonder how sometimes I could be lucky that Brian didn’t find out something or that Paul didn’t shout at me. Julia had my back! 

“Jules! You should let me fight for myself! Goddamn it! Fuck you! I… Can’t stand you sometimes. I can’t stand that you…”

Push me and want me to write more, sing more, play more? Then as John put me down and snuff out my confidence.

“I cannot let you fuck yourself up because of some unimprotant man and his cult! I can’t let anyone scream at you because of something stupid that happened. George, I do that for Ritch also, though Ritch doesn’t get into sticky situations that much.”

“Stop helping me in the worst possible way. I have to face the consequences! I have to see it for myself.”

“But what if you never figure it out?”, Julia hugged me, “What if you continue believing in your delusion and it costs you everything?”

“JULIA, that is the thing I’M TRYING TO TELL YOU!”, I hugged her.

“What?”

“You have to stop! Paul gave up on you. He married Linda, because he couldn’t marry you! You destroy yourself with drugs. You drift away more often.”

She was speechless.

“You hurt Cynthia, Ritch and I as John because of the stress and misuse of drugs! You are not yourself anymore.”

“You can’t say that you don’t use drugs too…”

“I don’t use them as much as you do. Our mommy’s death broke us. It broke you two the most.”

“Shut up, George.”

And here is John.

“John is becoming his own thing and I don’t think you can even see when you are the one or the-”

“JOHN ISN’T A REAL PERSON!”, he covered his mouth.

“He isn’t a person, he is just a device, an idea!”, he flailed his hands around.

“I can do everything and I don’t need your stupid advice. I came here to tell you and try to get you out of this cult, not to be lectured by some pussy.”

I sighed.

“George, I am going. Enjoy the view. I cannot anymore. I don’t even see properly without me glasses, so what did I even see in this place? Don’t think I didn’t get hopeful when I got here! I did. I was hopeful I would relax. I didn’t. I was scared half of the time someone would fuck up and with any interaction with Paul and other half of the time I was questioning this place. I am restless, and suppose I will be, for the rest of my life.”

“John, I told you what I meant. I am direct. Unlike you, just like Julia. I cannot watch you suffer any longer! I can’t watch people around me suffer! Just think about it! Just think!”

“I feel. I have to feel it’s right.”, John looked at me with teary eyes. Never seen Julia cry as John.

“Alright… I didn’t want to make you cry… Now it looks weird because you are still in that John getup of yours.”

Julia laughed.

“Getup, haha! Geo, you are getting more creative by the day.”

Julia lit up.

“Okay, if you want me to relax so much, I have an idea, juuuust look away for a… Couple of minutes.”

“Oh no, I have encouraged Julia Victoria Lennon to do something.”

She smiled and I turned away. I heard the sound of clothes moving around. Then bandages being taken down. Maybe even a hair tie being let down.

“Turn around!”

Oh, now it’s just Julia.

“Ta-da! Now I can relax.”, she spread herself on the sand.

“Wait- Don’t relax too much! I want to tell you about my songs!”

“Alright, Geo, what do you have in mind?”

I told her every minute detail about the songs I wrote. She listened to me! Yay! And she even approved some! And gave me some tips and tricks to work on my songs. It was really such a nice session of writing. I missed when she would give me some song attention instead of treating me like a little kid who can barely write and play.

“That’s great, I’m so proud of you!”, Julia scratched my head, “Baby George!”

“Augh, I thought you said you’ll stop calling me that!”

“Well, John said that, I didn’t.”

“You can’t get away with this!”

She calmed down.

“But seriously, continue working on this, it will sound better and better. Maybe I could get Paul to approve it-”

“No, I’ll show it to him just like I’ve shown you! Don’t do anything Lennon, I beg of ya!”

“I won’t then.”, she wistfully smiled.

You could sense the feeling of satisfaction coming from her.

“Maybe you aren’t so fragile and small like you were Georgie. But enough about that, I’m going for a swim!”

“Not without me!”

We jumped into the ocean and played around. Julia loved to swim, she was fast on foot, and she was a fast swimmer. She swam almost half a kilometer away in just 12 minutes. How does she do that with our clunky clothes? I followed her but I didn't like the chance of getting an ache and I went back to the shore. I was happy for her. This is the first time she looked naturally relaxed during this entire trip! She swam back after 20 minutes.

“I wonder how you can swim so far and not get scared? Or any aches?”

“I got aches. I just ignore them and paddle my way back, simple as that!”

“You are so weird sometimes!”, I chuckled, “And capable!”

“Um, that’s my job as your leader, dummy!”, she knocked my head.

I laughed.

“I wish I could relax like this everyday!”

“Well, that isn’t happening. But, I have a mystery to debunk, and that is Maharishi’s history. I’ll have fun.”

“You are still on about what Paul said? How about you stop thinking about him and just think about hm…”

“No, I’m doing more as a fuck you to cultists then because of Paul. I’m angry at Paul. I’m miserable because of him.”

“Glad you understand basic human emotions.”

She giggled.

“Okay, Harrison. Tell ya if I find more evidence, but knowing these kinds of trickster buggers, you won't be waiting much!”

The sun was setting and we were gazing at the view. Until I heard some movement in the trees.

“Where did we end up? Are you sure both of them are here! Oh, look, there is George!”, Pattie! Darling!

“Come here! Missed you so much!”, I hugged her.

“Where’s John?”, Cynthia wondered. 

Oh my Lord, where is Julia?

“Um, I dunno, he was just here with me.”

I searched with my eyes and found Julia hiding behind a rock all panic ridden.

“Why are there bandages on the floor?”, Pattie asked.

Cynthia realized what had happened.

“Just some trash we encountered, how awfully dirty the tourists here must be!”

“I’ll then find a rubbish bin suitable for them.”, Cynthia, thank you for taking care of John. I’m glad Julia chose to be with you and pretend than anyone else.

Julia looked at me. Her look was basically telling me: “What do we do? Should I go out or not? No, tell them to leave! Give Cynthia a sign to make them leave. I don’t want anyone else finding out.”

I scoffed.

“Where did you scoff at.”, Pattie said, “At that rock!”

Julia came out with her hands crossed.

Cyn was shocked but relieved to see her. She was waiting for what Julia would do.

“OH, it’s John, see Cyn we found him! Though I must say you look more frail than usual.”

“What can I say? This sun eats ya!”

We chuckled.

“And I had to see what Cyn’s relief looked like. Never expected such a big reaction from ya.”

“How can I not react that way when I love you so much!”, she ran towards Julia and hugged her as hard as possible, “I was already thinking I had to call the search party to search all over!”

“Don’t worry Cyn, I can handle a little labyrinth!”

“I don’t think so!”

“Alriiight.”, Julia sighed, smiling.

“Glad we are all here then! Let’s all go back together to our houses!”, Pattie was happy.

“Nah, I’d like to stay here a bit longer with Cyn.”, Julia disappointed me yet again.

“Oh- Oh, well have fun!”, Pattie waved them goodbye and I took her hand.

I sent another look to Julia. It meant “When are you going to stop lying!”

I figured Cyn helped Julia get bandaged up, because it was going to be dinner time soon. The rest of the day went normally. And the rest of the vacation was great, though it was cut short because of John’s investigation! He found out that Maharishi is a fraud, and really a fraud! So I dug deeper, and found the same, with more evidence! We united the evidence and presented it to the man, who said we were exaggerating and not understanding what it said!

“Look, you can’t deny your eyes and there are two of us claiming this against you! You lied to me!”, I began, “You lied to me that money wasn’t that important!”

“Well, I didn’t say that it was not necessary, you got to make a living!”

“By scamming others, not such a little good guru afterall! With this kind of behavior, I would’ve thought you would also pay flying carpet lessons!”

Maharishi chuckled.

“You know, this proves you’ll be absolutely the same as before if you leave. You, Lennon, have something to hide. Always look like that. You think you are clever, but you are not. You are empty, surrounded by enlightening remarks. But what is their purpose, you don’t know. For you, George Harrison, you will still be that insecure and childish egoist I met. Direct and naive; curious too. No wonder you dragged the whole group of you to-”

John was angry.

“You are not going to talk that way about us UNLESS I say what I think about you first! You are a snide, privacy breaking, yellow bellied, ass licking, greedy son of a bitch who likes to think he is so high and mighty! So it is just right to take away people’s hard earned cash like that!”

“The Beatles are basically the same thing!”

“We make good music.”, John replied.

“And we make good points? Explain the difference, Lennon, explain it! Oh, and haven’t seen this much emotion from you during your whole stay, I’m glad-”

“Because I didn’t get mad!”

“I’ll answer instead. We follow the regulations. We are not some other outside organization. We aren’t money grubbing. Maybe our producers are. And I know we will fix that when we find some inconsistencies.”, I jumped in to help.

“Maybe we are materialistic, but we aren’t putting other people in DEBT you whore! I checked multiple times.”, John continued.

“To check isn’t in character for John Lennon.”, Maharishi chuckled.

“It is if I think so. I don’t con people.”, John answered feeling confused on why Maharishi would say that. Then the guru scammer smiled.

“I’ll figure you out, Lennon. You have something to hide.”

John chuckled, “To hide is to survive? Isn’t that the principle of not getting caught in your scam?”

Maharishi got serious.

“You are feeling guilty of your scamming and blaming others, meanwhile I don’t have anything to declare.”, John stated with confidence.

“I know a deviant when I see them.”

“Oh, and now it’s John’s fault I have turned against you, isn’t it!”, I figured it out, “Trying to blame him for my complaint!”

Maharishi looked at me with some kind of disgust.

“Of course. Of course, we are leaving now. This instant.”, I got mad.

“Don’t go mad Georgie, this mister right here can use it against ya. You have to be relaxed and fulfilled, like he said. That’s how you get happiness, right?”, John joked.

I chuckled and calmed down.

“Yer right.”

“Well, mister, we loved the island and all, but you're a fraud and we have to go!”, John waved him goodbye and I followed. Maharishi pulled me back.

“Mr. Harrison, don’t listen to him!”, he told me, “He is a deviant, a snake, presenting himself as he isn’t!”

“And why would I not? He is one the lads! And you are the snake here.”

“No, no, that’s not a “lad” as you say, not a traditional lad, that’s a hijra.”

“A what now?”

“A… neither male nor female.”

I looked at him blankly. So he figured out the twin tale?

“You cannot trust someone who doesn’t know what they are. And this person, this “John Lennon” as they call itself, is absolutely not trustworthy. Always joking around, always monitoring you, always making inappropriate and underhanded comments. You want freedom and expression right?”

Lord, this slimy motherfucker.

“John is still one of my best friends and pals. You can’t make me stay here any longer. You just made me more angry and volatile. And you accuse John of such heinous acts with no evidence to support it.”

I began walking away towards John, who was packing with Cynthia and Pattie.

“Oh, I understand now. You know of Lennon’s decadency even before I even tell you! Both of you are flawed, go then! I don’t need a place for rude and deviant people like you!”

“Oh, where’s the “we welcome everyone to our family!” or “we are happy to accept any LOST soul”.”, John argued.

Maharishi smiled and walked up to John. He said something to him that made him shiver. Still John behaved cocky and said,

“Oh, I promise I’ll do that. For the chance to piss you off, I’ll continue doing that for as long as I want to!”

We boarded the boat. I looked at John perplexed. 

“What happened for us to go earlier?”, Pattie wondered.

“John, what did you do?”, Cyn asked.

“Absolutely nothing that deserved that kind of send off! Accusing me of deviancy just because George and I handed in some damning evidence that Maharishi scams people!”

“That’s… Fun.”, Cynthia sighed, “Well, at least we’re in one piece and haven’t been held up by that con artist in any other way.”

“You are so smart, Cyn.”, John chuckled, “Yer right as ever.”

John proceeded to kiss her. Before that he gave her a small, not really noticeable sign. He always warned Cyn before kissing her. But I never really noticed Cyn tensing up before the act.

I kissed Pattie as well and whispered in her ear:

“I’m glad this hellish discussion is over and you have absolutely nothing to do with it!”

“I’m glad you’re okay, George.”

Pattie looked at Cynthia and John, “Let’s go inside, it’s getting a bit chilly in here.”

“Wait for us two inside then, I have to talk to John about this shit in private.”

The wives giggled.

“Alright then, George, we’ll be inside. If you need any advice or a shoulder to cry on, you know where to find us!”

“Pattie, sometimes you could be so funny!”, my sweet Pattie.

“And not always? The insolence of this young man! We are going inside, pronto!”, Cynthia pulled Pattie with her.

John rolled his eyes while chuckling.

“No wonder Cyn is my best female friend.”

“Well, a wife is a best friend too.”, I joked.

There was a small pause. We looked at the ocean and the waves splashing in the sun. 

“John, what did that son of a bitch tell you?”

“There is something called a hijra in Indian or Southeastern culture. It is a person in drag, a person who identifies as the opposite gender… He told me that he figured out I was in drag. He told me I can’t keep it together and remain normal if I ever was. He told me I corrupted you… He told me I will drag the entire band into ruin. And even if I told everyone the truth that I would make everything the Beatles did worthless and meaningless.”

“What a freak!”, I couldn’t believe it. Maharishi was today very awful towards us, especially towards John. Was he always a bit more awful to women? Now that I think about it, he didn’t talk that much with our wives. He focused on us four. What a scammer.

“I know that, but it does send shivers down my spine, y’know.”

“I’m just happy we had fun and we’re going home, Jules.”, ahh, fuck this man.

“Yeah, I’m happy too. Let’s go inside, Geo.”

“Yeah. Thanks for looking out for me… But please don’t do it as much anymore, Julia.”

“I’ll try not to. And… Perhaps, baby George is right about some things.”

I think some things are going to change in the Beatles and I hope for the better. The most important thing is that I have proven that I’m not a child anymore - I’m an adult who speaks his mind and deserves to be listened to. Perhaps, they will put more songs on the next album… Can’t wait to work with Ritch again…

Rest of Sacrifame

[nekhnona]

Ima go on an autism-fueled yapping session here but if i were to associate one song with Khoros, my choice will ALWAYS be Sands of Tide from the ULTRAKILL ost

I have always associated amen breaks with tetramands because they just exhude that vibe. Amen breaks can be loud and powerful, and tetramands can be that way too. The fact that almost the ENTIRETY of the ultrakill ost contains amen breaks in some capacity makes me think of a lot of things, but sands of tide SPECIFICALLY makes me think of khoros for a few reasons

The tension the track exhudes, paired with the amen breaks (see above for explanation) and the sitar featured in the song + THE ELECTRIC GUITAR just makes me think of khoros as a whole. sure, the sitar is a lil on the nose because of its association with the desert + the fact khoros itself is rather similar to a desert with its landscapes (iirc) + the fact that the track is from a level in ultrakill's greed layer which itself is based on ancient egypt, BUT you cant deny that it works (or do deny it, im not your dad)

Whenever i listen to sands of tide i cannot help but imagine my honestly really stupid tetramand v1 character going on a killing spree in the more isolated parts of khoros, mainly inhabited by resurged husks and mechanized sandrippers to combat the ever-rising temperatures of khoros. I dunno.

I have also been thinking of Windchimes (machine types i came up with) but thats a yapping session for another time

Its stupid and cringe but i dont care!!!!!

[gothamcitycentral]

Gay Indie Game Women

Summer: A kind-hearted and spiritual snake spirit and the player’s lesbian aunt by marriage. She loves nature and plants, is spiritual, is into New Age things like crystals and energies, plays a sitar, and is a staunch vegan (ironic considering her spirit species). She lived a plant-caring life with her wife, Rose, before dying of cancer. She is implied to have had an alcoholic and possibly abusive father.

Alphys: The royal scientist, who works directly for King Asgore. She is incredibly talented at building things such as puzzles and human-hunting killer robots. Her timid, socially awkward personality makes “most players come to love her quickly.” She also writes fanfiction.

[operationandre]

got any cal hcs?

OF COURSE I DO! This is another long list, just like Andre’s was. I apologize for that 🙏 These are split up into regular headcanons and sad headcanons.

REGULAR

- Cal hates the taste of beer, but he’ll drink it if there’s nothing else. He prefers vodka and whiskey.

- Cal has a very low alcohol tolerance. Parties often end with him throwing up or passed out in bed.

- Cal has cracked and split his lips multiple times from getting them stuck in his braces.

- Cal hated the idea of using the bombs. He preferred a much more hands on approach than just throwing things at people and running away.

- Cal’s memory sucks. You could tell him something in the morning and he’s forgotten it by lunch.

- Cal writes letters often. No one will ever see them as he burned them a couple nights before Zero Day. They were addressed to multiple people, specifically Andre, Rachel, and his little siblings.

- Cal dated Rachel during freshman year, but they both decided they’d be better off as friends.

- Cal can make anyone believe anything. He could tell someone the grass is red and have them fully convinced in ten minutes.

- Cal has had a knife collection since he was 15. His mom hated it and asked him to throw them away. In reality, he just hid them under his bed.

- Cal has broken his nose multiple times. Twice when he was little. Once in his teens. Three times in high school from being punched.

- Cal covers his mouth when he laughs.

- Cal hates the movies his little siblings watch. He doesn’t hide it either. They’ll ask him to watch a movie, and if it’s not one he likes, he says no.

- Cal often gets in trouble for blasting music in his room, especially explicit music.

- When Andre honks his horn at someone, Cal curls down in the passenger seat and covers his face. He hates it.

- Cal CANNOT say tongue twisters. He’ll try and get genuinely angry when he messes up (which is always).

- Cal doesn’t really know how to show affection. He tackles and wrestles with Andre in an attempt to get closer to him, but it normally just ends in Andre getting angry.

- Cal started playing guitar before he turned 10. He started playing sitar at 14.

SAD

- When Cal gets upset, he shuts down. He’ll go to his room, slamming doors on the way, and sit on his bed for hours, just staring at the ceiling.

- The first time Cal thought of ending it all he was in fifth grade.

- Cal is not good in school whatsoever. He constantly compares himself to Rachel and Andre, two straight A students, and beats himself up over not being good enough.

- Cal used to be the favorite child until his siblings were born. Now, his parents view him as a babysitter and not like their son.

- Cal never wanted to be viewed as the nicer one out of him and Andre. It made him feel like shit when people said Andre was mean and that he was a bad influence on Cal.

- Cal jumps easily. He’s been conditioned to take care of everyone and to obey, both by his parents and his bullies, so he gets scared when he thinks something is wrong.

- There are days when Cal can’t get out of bed. His dad hates it and views Cal as lazy. Cal wants to care, but he can’t get himself to feel anything.

- Whenever someone criticizes Cal, or literally just disagrees with him, he gets really angry. He doesn’t know why. He only realizes that he was out of line after he calms down, and he hates it.

[t0ast-ghost]

S2 episode 24 (The Ultimate Computer) beep boop

Bleeeep:

- “Bob!” Most enthusiastic and surprised uttering of the name I’ve ever heard

- “Tell me about it.” Spock immediately interjects and Kirk is like ‘yep just what I asked for. My boyfriend infodumping :)’ while the commodore is like ‘tf?’

- omg it’s the ‘fear technology’ episode (20 bucks says Kirk is gonna paradox it)

- Spock is standing behind the commodore after he says Kirk’s job is obsolete like ‘should I just nerve pinch this guy, captain?’

- “The most current lack in the computer programming is that there is nothing available to immediately replace the starship surgeon.” DAMN SPOCK GOING FOR THE JUGULAR 

- Love how Jim is just stuck between their banter

- McCoy complaining and Daystrom being like ‘who is this bitch?’

- “This is a security area.” “Don’t worry Doctor, Dr. McCoy has clearance all over the ship.” YOU MEAN HES ALLOWED TO ROAM FREE?!?

- Kirk touches Spock’s arm so softly

- McCoy lovingly joking about Spock learning about the computer

- guys is it normal to walk this close to your top medical officer?

- All joking aside I like the hallway talk, Kirk is questioning himself and McCoy knows that anything he says could be seen as just trying to console him, so he points out Kirk’s behaviour and goes, ‘ask yourself, Jim.’ In a way to say, ‘I trust you, you should trust you too.’

- Are M-5’s recommendations going to be ‘Don’t send three of your top officers down to a potentially dangerous planet just because you want to go on a fun date with them’ ? Omg it was.

- So it pulls more power when it’s doing more things. And so. Hypothetically. If it were to do too much it could potentially shut down the whole ship and/or life support systems

- Sulu and Chekov working together and getting to appear together (no matter how small the time)

- oh my Spock comforting Kirk and reassuring him that he will stand by him. Kirk’s bright ass smile at the end. Just kiss already please

- As Kirk reacts to “Captain Dunsel” by leaving the bridge Spock follows and watches him leave as McCoy calls after asking who that is. Spock doesn’t look away from where Kirk disappeared to until McCoy calls him

- “It refers to a part that serves no useful purpose.” McCoy is about to kill someone.. or more likely reassure Kirk with alcohol

- I love Daystrom’s outfit, kinda want it

- There goes a redshirt

- McCoy doesn’t need to be in most of the places he is in

- This. Just this. Someone proposed to me that they’re divorced but I still hold hope that they’re married and just like that

- “Einstein, Kazanga, or Sitar of Vulcan.” Yes all very famous

- Sulu and Chekov content

- Chekov’s hair looks nice here

- Kirk is not doing well, his friends are dying

- Daystrom is being intentionally thick at this point

- Daystrom’s monologue to M-5 is amazingly done

- Spock goes over to Kirk and McCoy after pinching Daystrom just to say “fascinating”

- Kirk getting on the job. Time to paradox.

- “Care to debate that, Spock?” He wants him so bad

- “It would be most interesting to impress your memory engrams on a computer, Doctor. The resulting torrential flood of illogic would be most entertaining.” Kirk laughs at this. Spock knows how to flirt. Any of you that say he doesn’t have a sense of humour can fight me

- Imagine getting to sit in your spinny chair with your two hot boyfriends standing above you. I’d imagine pure joy. Uhura is suspicious….

Masterpost

Episode teleplay by D. C. Fontana

Story by Laurence N. Wolfe

And produced and directed by our old pal John Meredyth Lucas

[flickys-courage-club]

My Courage The Cowardly Dog Headcanons

Courage

Courage loves Shirley, but he doesn't want to show it to others

He has anxiety

Courage is Panromantic

Muriel

Muriel is infertile, meaning she is unable to have children of her own, but when she raised Courage, she thinks of him the child she would had

Eustace

Eustace is shown to be sentimental with children though he doesn't show any emotion towards them

He does get beaten by Courage outsmarting him since he has more abilities and skills than him

Freaky Fred

Fred was raised by his mother(and Muriel's sister) Dorothy

He is really fond with animals, mostly dogs and rodents

His obsession with hair could be that he was born with trichotemnomania or OCD

He was sent to Muriel as an adult by Dorothy for his obsession to be taken care of

He is Pansexual

Shirley

Shirley is Asexual

She is secretly dating Courage, although the two don't show it to others

Since she is skilled in playing saxophone, she is even skilled in playing sitar and bagpipe

If she met Bunny and Kitty, they would be friends on good terms

Katz

Katz is Aroace

He leads his gang of Courage's enemies and himself as The Revenge Six

Katz's favourite colour is red

Katz takes everything really serious, even when his allies find something that sets them off

Katz does take pleasure in things such as his spiders, himself, making candy, playing sports with his victims, aiding his right hand Le Quack in his crimes and tea

He and Le Quack are considered to be close allies

Katz is really professional in acting as impressive villains

Le Quack

Le Quack is Gay, although he isn't interested in a relationship with someone

His favourite colour is blue

Le Quack does swim in water like an actual duck

Le Quack enjoys stealing not only people's valuables but anything from their homes in which he brings it all to his own hideout or the Revenge Six's hideout

He interests in French culture

He and Katz are in a leader-right hand relationship and consider eachother to be close allies

He does get annoyed pretty easily

Bunny and Kitty

Bunny is Bisexual

Kitty is Lesbian

Kitty is very protective of Bunny and she would stand against anyone who hurts her

The two are the only ones who knew about Courage's relationship with Shirley and they likely support him

Bunny and Courage are close friends, she does like giving him forehead and cheek kisses

Kitty's mouse was made and given by Bunny. Bunny made it out of fabric and added a bell at the end of its tail

Bunny is shown to like making clothing and plushies out of fabric and wool

[nagaparadise]

What kind of music genres would the nagas enjoy? 🤔

Since they’re pretty removed from society, their taste in music is pretty limited, so they enjoy whatever they happen to stumble upon. They do have some preferences though!

Halloran LOVES sea shanties and other tavern music, and often swims along ships or hangs around pubs just to hear people sing, no matter how good or bad. He also likes bossa nova, or any other genres that have a chill, tropical vibe!

The Forest Guardian likes traditional folk music that originates from Asia, and adores anything that features instruments such as the erhu, sitar, or the tabla, since those are commonly used in the devotional songs for him. And after meeting you, he’s come to enjoy classical music!

Before meeting you Rune has never listened to music, and didn’t care for much of the music you introduced to him, but came to really enjoy heavy metal and dark synthwave!

[manujanolavu]

𝘫𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘶𝘫𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘰𝘺𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘶𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘥,

𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘩 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘢𝘺𝘦 𝘬𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘢!, 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪?

Of all the girls who could have caught my attention, she had it in her hands.

The red saree. The white ghagra. The eyeliner. The kohl. The jawline of her face. The way she tapped her collarbone as she spoke to her friend. The mole on her left eyebrow as it she raised it in surprise. The slight dimple on her right cheek as she smiled. Her hair neatly tied into a bun adorned in mogra. The ghungroo at her feet. I swear I could hear my heartbeat at the moment. My face felt warm. It felt, strangely warm. The air was no longer cold. Her friend noticed me and pointed in my direction as she snorted something. I must've appeared smitten like I was Mir at the moon. She looked at me. I turned the other way to my friend.

"Yo, Krishna, you okay?" He asked me.

"Uh, yeah. It's just kinda chilly here." I replied.

He turned behind.

"She's staring at you."

"Who?"

"That prodigy dancer, I forgot her name."

"Ami?"

"Yeah, I think."

I turned back. She ran away.

The recital finally began after all the long speeches about the history of the art and flattery of the chief guest. At first, it was the young kids. They moved in simple gestures, with their teacher in the wings guiding them on how to move their hands and legs properly. They flapped their hands around and stomped the ground. The stage shook in horror. I had to control my amusement and maintain a face while playing the sitar. Even with the teacher's guidance they never were in sync with the music. But, didn't we all start our ways like this?

Then came the group perfomance of the older kids. The stage moved in rhythmic thumping, with her in the middle. I was determined to be focused on playing my instrument because I was sure to get distracted. This art had always attracted me, you see.

Then there were a bunch of solo performances which I wasn't that interested in to remember or to play for. My muscle memory took care of it, thank the lord. It was when she came up, my ears peaked.

She was single-handedly the most magnificent dancer I had ever seen. Everything else vanished. No one was on the stage. It was just her. Her dimple got deeper as she smiled. If it wasn't for my rigourous practice of the sitar, I was sure to have stopped playing and stared at her instead. The people were indeed right.

She was a swan.

[notasapleasure]

Another wip ask emem request from @stripedroseandsketchpads <3

Kay near single-handedly ensuring I know people care about my fic! <333

Like I said, this is basically a finished response to a prompt, I just never posted it because it didn't feel finished? Re-reading it I think it's fine, actually? Band AU post-canon fluff!

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"Francis, stop, I feel like I'm part of a picnic spread!" Philippa laughed.

She was arrayed in the centre of the double mattress, surrounded by everything she could possibly need: fans, pills, bottles of water, Irn Bru and juice, snacks ranging from the sublime (fat, juicy dates!) to the absurd (surf'n'turf bar snacks). Books, magazines and the day's papers; a Walkman and more cassettes than could be listened to in a week; a pager; the hotel room's phone, its cord stretched across the pillow; the TV remote; a collection of flannels; a ukulele and her tin whistle.

Francis had to go and pick up the sitar they had ordered, and he was clearly uneasy at having to leave his pregnant wife alone in a hotel room in the high twenties of a Continental heatwave.

One little dizzy spell and he was in a panic! Philippa had simply been dehydrated yesterday, too excited by the live music they'd been watching to remember to stop and drink. Dutifully, she'd seen a doctor, and all was pronounced well. She hadn't stopped teasing him since, desperate to wring a laugh back from the near-constant expression of terror on his features.

But now he stood by the bed, hand on his hips, surveying his arrangements with a critical eye.

"What more could I need, husband?" Philippa said with mild exasperation.

Then his eyes widened and he was off again, in search of whatever was still missing.

Philippa laughed and laughed. "Stop, stop! What if I need to pee, Francis? I have to negotiate an obstacle course just to get out of bed!"

But he wouldn't be dissuaded from propping her feet up on a plump cushion, and she couldn't resist a sigh of relief as her swollen ankles were cradled by it.

"Very well," Philippa smiled at his knowing look. "But actually there is one more thing I could do with..."

Francis' chin raised a little - she'd caught him by surprise, and though his lips curved at the corners, he was puzzled. A little annoyed not to be able to work out what he could have forgotten - the heat got to him, too, though he acted like that wouldn't show.

Philippa flexed her feet on the cushion and rested her hands primly on her warm, round belly. The child inside her squirmed and she had to supress the desire to burp. She gave Francis her sweetest, coyest look, nonetheless. "Why, a kiss!"

He melted, as she knew he would. The head gave a tilt, the blond waves of hair fell across his brow, and behind the lenses of his glasses his eyes closed bashfully while he laughed.