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Self Reflection Through A Disliked Character | 5/15/2023

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The character in question and I are both plagued by others' influence. Our gut instincts are clouded by what other people want us to see or otherwise perceive. In this way, we're both in a questionable position in our lives and especially in our mental health.

I strongly believe in community and taking care of each other, focusing on protection. The character in question often does the opposite, first from the influence of others and then according to the warped beliefs he gained from that situation. He has no agency in his story and it often turns into a trail of destruction.

The character does what he wants in his moments of lucidity. He never second-guesses himself, other people's opinions be damned. I could grow to admire this trait.

I'm all about knowledge and theory, while this character is about action first and foremost. I struggle to understand that.

I can learn about deeper bonds from this character, whose magic is entirely based around building bonds with others (animals and monsters rather than people).

[xantchaslegacy]

All jokes aside, and acknowledging most of the MoM story has been highly enjoyable so far, it's a terrible waste what was done with Lukka.

Speaking from the minority position here, I found Lukka to be a pretty interesting character in The Sundered Bond. Here you have a character with a very earnest and dedicated nature, made hard by the necessity of the plane/world he was born into. You then have that character forcibly thrust into a position where, as a bonder, he must now question the life he's led up to that point, leave behind everything he knows, and survive against the hostilities of the very society he once protected.

And he screws up! He screws up big time! He comes close to making positive decisions that could have brought him to a more sympathetic relationship with the creatures of Ikoria, but events, the aforementioned hostilities, and (often overlooked, I think) direct manipulation by the voice in the Ozolith put him in a situation where he makes horrible decisions and hurts people. And he does so while, and I think this is very important, genuinely thinking he is acting in the best interest of the people and place he calls home.

The man himself has a lot of issues, and flaws aplenty, but I was excited to see him show up again in future stories, to see where this complex take on the monored character would go, and how he would bump up against the rest of the multiverse. He had a lot of growing to do, but that journey of growth was off to an interesting start.

Instead, I get the impression the creative decision was to look at the general backlash against Lukka following The Sundered Bond, throw up hands, and go "hey look! we're in on the joke too; look at this idiot and how bad he sucks!"

And the result, quite frankly was...some pretty weak storytelling? Lukka's Strixhaven storyline (like the villains he aligned with) was sort of a big nothing - a really awful act of violence against an institution of children and young adults with poorly explored motivation and no real follow-up in any subsequent plotlines. His compleation story was interesting enough, but then gets followed up on by a story that seems to exist purely to kill him off in he most humiliating way possible, every character in-universe acting with a very deliberate disdain for him before he can get two sentences out of his mouth.

I absolutely understand why Lukka wasn't a popular character. His motivations and worldview are entirely too self-centered, and he didn't win any fans by being much less sympathetic to his animal bonds in the novelization of the Ikoria set than appeared to be on the cards.

Still, wouldn't it have been more interesting to GIVE us something to care about in regard to Lukka rather than swing him around a bit like a rag and toss him in the bin just because his introduction to the story was a mis-fire? Isn't the magic story better served by an attempt to make something enjoyable out of him than just shit-can him for a (if I may be so bold, not even particularly witty) laugh?

I think so, fwiw.

PS - I write all of the above well aware that, for any of the compleated and killed walkers so far, one could make the argument they've been done narratively dirty. Personally, I would argue that so far those walkers have all been given a depth of previous stories Lukka has not, and that they, notably, have been granted POV sections in the stories where they are either killed or presumed killed. I would also not for a moment mean to diminish the negative feelings folks have about other walkers dying in the MoM story. The above critique is all ultimately very subjective, and I hope is taken as such.

PPS - Majorly telling, imho, that Lukka gets written off as a moron for trying to use his SOLE magical ability to bond with Phyrexians in order to survive and save others in ONE, but Wrenn bonding with Realmbreaker gets no such scrutiny, because the narrative rewards one and not the other

[oops-prow-did-it-again]

my favorite part of Strixhaven's story is when the cult leader goads a mentally broken unstable man who had nearly starved to death/died of thirst a few days ago into attacking a college campus lmao

also how Rowan just leaves for Strixhaven and Will is forced to follow. I feel like it is not used for comedy nearly enough that they can drag each other through planes bc they're not strong enough to resist it if one chooses to leave ksjdksjkdsj

also, uh. Lukka might have just been preparing to lay down to die at one point??? he comments on having not eaten recently and not having had water in 3 days, rescues Mila from being pinned under rocks, tells her to go, and then just passes out. When he wakes up, he's super grateful for the food she's left him, and only then does he bond with her and seem to have some fire to do anything more than look for food in Arcavios ksjskjdksjds

Seriously when this man arrived in Arcavious, he went to an inn for food, and they assumed he was Oriq bc of his starnge clothes and unwillingness to tell them where he came from (KIND OF A SORE SUBJECT, also they wouldn't know!). This culminated in them throwing spells at him! unprovoked.

I'm kinda glad he had dogs and horses maul them tbf, he was NOT looking for a fight and they decided "oh strange clothes. ORIQ. No food for you"

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One day, a demon called Amon appears in a land that was once a dense forest but became a desert after being punished by the sky. The land was ruled by Apep, the dragon of grass, and Amon founded his civilization there. Apep, the owner of the land, did not like this, but Amon acquiesced to this i영화 65 다시 보기 2023_(full hd)n exchange for a pact that if Amon were to die, he would hand over all his knowledge to Apep.

The story of the Gilded Dream Relic describes the story of the Red King. The Red King created an oasis and a spring in the desert to cultivate the land for the tribesmen to live in, and a country ruled by the Red King was established in the desert. And the Red King made an alliance with Hwasin and영화 65 다시 보기 2023_(full hd) Lukka Devata, and even at that time, he regarded Hwa Shin and Lukka Devata as close friends. The Red King's civilization was splendid and mighty, and the Red King's authority was built on seven pillars [6], and the King's benevolence reached everyone, and no one was shunned or dissatisfied.

For the genies who follow the Red King, Hwashin built Ai Hanum [7], which is called the 'Castle of the Amphitheater', together with the Red King.

However, Hwa-sin died for some reason, so he fell into sorrow and ruled the desert with an iron fist. Among the gilded holy relics, the Wings of Judgment are said to ha영화 65 다시 보기 2023_(full hd)ve been used by the enemy king to take the heart of a sinner and weigh it in order to have a 'rational rule' in order to shake off his emotions. At the same time, officials under the Red King also begin to corrupt to conform to the Red King's tyranny. According to 'Ahmar's Story', a book that can be found in the library of the Palace of Wisdom, it is said that he fell fo영화 65 다시 보기 2023_(full hd)r the counsel of his subjects in the past and destroyed himself for coveting forbidden knowledge. . According to the description in this book, the Red King, who continued to recall the past and couldn't overcome the sadness of Hwashin's death, eventually built a royal palace (labyrinth) to obtain the past (Hwasin) as advised by the three gods, and searched for immortal knowledge. To do this, he cuts his body into pieces to create a labyrinth, locks himself in, and absorbs the souls of the dead in the desert to become a kind of hive mind, creating a huge dream world in which the past repeats forever, even영화 65 다시 보기 2023_(full hd)tually destroying Ahmar and the kingdom. [9] It is said that at the time of Ahmar's destruction, a huge sandstorm blew up, destroying all the buildings of Ahmar's castle and swallowing people, and a few survivors barely escaped across the desert. The Red King died a long time ago, and the lives of the desert people were not comfortable. Their emotions explode like explosive kegs in the desert. alhaitam Centuries later, at this point, the extremist factions that worship the Red King among the Gilded Brigades believe that the Red King was originally a true god of wisdom, but was betrayed by Rukka Devata and lost his position and fell. It claims to run. Aspand, an adviser to the 30 members, said, "The Gilded Brigade has been living alone without God's help ever since they ar영화 65 다시 보기 2023_(full hd)ose in the desert" and "Thousands of years have passed since the death of the Red King of the Desert, and now it is a resurrection or something that is absurd." According to the combination, the Red King was a demon who was in charge of the desert realm of Sumer and worshiped by the ancestor of the Gilded Brigade [10]. It is presumed to be in a state of decline.

Even though the body has disappeared, the soul has become a hive mind and somehow exists. On the other hand, in the story of the sweet last banquet among the Gilded Dream Relics, it is described as 'but the dream was captured by the opposite sex, and was eventually thrown into a lifeless machine and worn out and exhausted.' Interestingly, there has already been a person who showed similar behavior to the enemy king's behavior. What these two have in common is that they suffered the pain 영화 65 다시 보기 2023_(full hd)of losing their precious ties in the past, and they couldn't handle it, so they eventually pursued the ideology of eternity, which led to the country falling into chaos, and the steps they took after realizing their mistakes and turning around. Similarities can be found in However, if there is a difference, in the case of the Red King, he eventually pursued forbidden knowledge due to the remonstrance of his servants and brought about disaster. There is a difference in that this thought became stronger and he did not listen to anyone's advice and pursued ete영화 65 다시 보기 2023_(full hd)rnity by almost immersing himself in the Pure Land of One Heart. Also, for eternity, Raiden Shogun did not cross the line, such as tampering with forbidden knowledge.

Even though the group of friends was involved in the plot, the Raiden shogun judged that they were not a problem in pursuing his eternity and left it alone, not listening to their opinions. It wasn't something to welcome. Raiden Shogun 영화 65 다시 보기 2023_(full hd)had already nailed it in his face-to-face confrontation with Signora that it was his job to punish the people of Inazuma. He solidified his sovereignty by warning that he would be cut down like a group of friends if he betrayed his family and acted out of tricks.

Because of this point, Yata Yongwang, who went mad due to wear and tear, is the part that comes to mind, so it can be seen that the red king also went crazy due to wear and tear.

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29 G.A.t.W. AU - The C.W.s start 2yrs early bc of Galactic Law EVERY Natborn in the GAR MUST be 18yr old. Obi-Wan is forced to leave behind his young Padawan. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.. Without the Masters being able to be there physically they have to start training programs to help the Pawadans. Every Master now has to teach certain subjects. Anakin finally sees a mind healer & finds inner peaces without the Council breathing down his neck. The Temple Locked Down so No Sith Influenc

so this is a beautiful ask and beautiful future and i followed it like i follow my google maps directions which means maybe 30% of the way but i was watching lord of the rings and thinkin about braids so here is this and i'm very sorry it's what it is

29. Going Away To War AU (Tatooine slave culture, 17!Anakin, preslash/Anakin's pining, mullet!Obi-Wan)(2.3k)

The Padawan braid isn’t the first braid Anakin learns about. It’s not even the fiftieth. By the time Qui-Gon Jinn, Queen Amidala, and Obi-Wan Kenobi land on Tatooine, Anakin is well-versed in the language of braids and what each means. He hadn’t had any of his own yet, seeing as how he was only nine with no accomplishments or triumphs or romantic entanglements to advertise, but if he had stayed on Tatooine, he’d probably have gotten his first braid after he won the podrace.

HIs mother would have done it with gentle hands and a proud smile, and their neighbors would have gathered outside their door to try and be the first one to congratulate him.

Braids are important. They’re sacred. Their style and the beads woven through the strands signify everything important to know about the Tatooinian wearing them. He’d see the freed people’s braids in the marketplace and burn with envy. He’d see a blushing girl braid her lover’s obsidian into his hair to signify courtship, and know one day he’d do the same to someone else. He’d practice his braids until his hands hurt from the motion, wanting to be perfect at it before he’d need to know. After all, as a slave, there wouldn’t be much else he could offer them except beautiful braids and beads.

There is only one braid he doesn’t know the meaning of, and it’s the one that hung down Obi-Wan Kenobi’s shoulder when they first met.

He thinks about asking him, even though it might be considered rude, but before he can, they’re at the Jedi Temple, then on Naboo and then Master Jinn is dead and Obi-Wan’s braid is gone, and Anakin thinks, oh. So the braid means love.

Mourners on Tatooine cut the braids off their dead and then a single braid from their own head, to mean that a part of themselves has died as well. Obi-Wan tries to be extra nice to Obi-Wan after that.

That is, until the man approaches Anakin with a serrated knife and a rueful grin and tells him that because the Council has allowed him to take him as his padawan, it’s time for Anakin to have the Padawan haircut.

The fit Anakin throws at these words could probably be heard back on Tatooine, but his new master must be made of the same strength Lukka crafts the sandstorms from, because an hour later, Anakin is looking at his shorn locks on the floor in a state of horrified shock.

Obi-Wan kneels down at his side as he begins braiding together the lone strand of hair Anakin has been allowed to keep.

“I’m sorry,” his master says quietly. “I know that your hair is very important to you on Tatooine.”

“How will I practice my braids now?” Anakin asks despondently. If he is to have short hair until he’s Obi-Wan’s age (ancient), then he won’t ever be able to practice the courtship braids. The engagement braids. The marriage braids. All the other ones too. Do the Jedi just present their beloveds with sloppy braids?

The thought has him near tears.

Obi-Wan looks very panicked. “Please don’t cry,” he begs. “Jedi apprentices shouldn’t cry.”

Anakin’s vision becomes even more blurred at this. Now he’ll never be able to practice his braids and he’s a bad Jedi.

“Oh blast, that’s not what I meant,” Obi-Wan backtracks, hesitantly putting his hand on Anakin’s shoulder. It’s not very comforting, but it’s the best Anakin has so he resolves to make do and lean into the touch. “Well. You can, uh. You can braid my hair?”

Anakin sniffles. “Your hair is short. And ugly.”

His master laughs and ruffles Anakin’s own short hair. “I’ll grow it out, just for you if it’s that important to you.”

He would? Anakin looks up at him hopefully. That could work. It even makes sense, kind of, for Obi-Wan to let Anakin braid his hair. After all, Anakin’s going to be wearing Obi-Wan’s braid, even though he doesn’t love him yet.

Maybe the Jedi do things differently. Maybe the Jedi weave the braid, and the love comes later.

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“I remember a young boy telling me my hair was ugly,” his master says consideringly, as he lets himself be pushed to the floor while Anakin clambers onto the bed behind him.

“You bring that up every time, Master,” he sighs as he strokes his hands through Obi-Wan’s admittedly beautiful mane of hair. It’s not as long as he’d like, not really, but it doesn at least go down to his shoulders. “I don’t know how many times you want me to apologize.”

“Oh, just once more,” his master smiles with his voice. Anakin will miss this. Anakin doesn’t know how he’ll live without it, without Obi-Wan’s quiet wit and wry humor, his willingness to indulge Anakin no, even if it’s been eight years of braid-practicing.

“Once more might be all we have time for, Master,” Anakin whispers. His fears are not the sort one can say loudly.

“Do not think like that,” Obi-Wan turns his head to the side just enough so that he can look up at Anakin. “It will be fine. I will be fine.” “You’d be better if I came with you!” Anakin argues loudly. “You know I’m old enough! It’s not fair!”

His voice cracks on the last word, making him wince as Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow.

“The Jedi Council and all Republic legal branches have spoken. We will not take children into a warzone--”

“Then don’t, but I’m almost eightee--”

“--And I agree with them.”

Anakin’s fingers slacken on the strands of hair, loosening the braid. “You do?” he asks, feeling betrayed. “You want to leave me here at the Temple while you go get yourself killed on some Mid-Rim planet?”

“I want you safe, Padawan,” Obi-Wan corrects, breaking away from him so that he may stand up and sit beside him on the bed. “A war is no place for Jedi, but while us knights have no choice but to fight, we would keep our younglings as far from it as possible--even those younglings who are only a few months shy of being eighteen.”

“You’re taking away my choice,” Anakin says quietly, anger abating enough that he has to struggle to hide the fear in his voice. He brings his knees up against his chest and curls tightly into himself. “What if you die and--and--” he breaks off and pulls useless at his Padawan braid.

He knows what it means now after eight years spent at the Jedi Temple. It’s supposed to denote the Padawan from the Master, and signify the respect an apprentice has for their teacher.

But he’s never been able to shake his original conclusion that it was a representation of love, though he’d never say that aloud.

But when he touches it, sees it in the mirror, he’s reminded only of the love he bears for his master. A guilty, shameful love that takes up too much of his mind and heart. He’d fallen in love with Obi-Wan somehow. Now when Anakin dreams of marriage beads, his fingers are invariably braiding them into coppery blond hair. Now when Anakin dreams of--well, other things, it’s always Obi-Wan’s body beneath his, over his, inside of his, around his--

And now the galaxy is at war, the Knights and Masters of the Jedi Temple called to defend the Republic, and Anakin is too young to follow his master.

“And what, dear one?” Obi-Wan asks gently, hand coming up to unclasp Anakin’s fingers from his braid. “If I die, you will let me go as any Jedi would. I will become one with the Force and you will continue forward.”

Anakin almost wants to shake his shoulders. Doesn’t his master know anything about Anakin at all? How could Obi-Wan say these things as if he believes them? If Obi-Wan were to die--if he were to die away from Anakin, without Anakin--if the unthinkable were to happen--Anakin doesn’t know what he’d do.

A part of himself would die as well, he knows that immediately. He’d cut Obi-Wan’s braid from his hair so that the man could be buried with it, and he’d never weave another.

“Have faith in me, Anakin,” Obi-Wan tells him softly, hand falling to rest on his shoulders. “I will come back. Or perhaps in a few months you will join me.” He sounds falsely enthusiastic, like he’d do anything to keep Anakin away from the war.

As if Anakin would let that happen as soon as he’s legally able to fight.

“Will you let me braid your hair?” he whispers, slowly sitting cross-legged.

“Of course,” Obi-Wan says immediately, sinking back to the floor.

“Will you keep them in this time? For as long as you can?” Anakin asks, shily, running his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair slowly, savoring the softness of the strands.

“I will do my best,” his master promises him. “What will they mean?”

“Good fortune,” Anakin replies, seeing the braid come together in his mind’s eye. Yes, good fortune, a plea to the gods who see Obi-Wan in battle to look the other way. To take someone else instead. He gets to work, collecting a chunk of hair on the left side of Obi-Wan’s temple to braid back.

Nothing’s fixed. Nothing’s better. The person Anakin’s pretty sure is the love of his life will be sent out to fight tomorrow at dawn, and he might die never knowing how Anakin feels about him.

But it’s not like Anakin can tell him either, not when he’s seventeen. Not when he’s Obi-Wan’s Padawan.

He’s always planned to wait until after he’s been Knighted, after Obi-Wan has been given enough time to see Anakin as a man who has a choice whether or not to love him. And, yes, the Code forbids attachment and Jedi cannot marry, but it’s not like Anakin would ever be able to marry Obi-Wan legally even on Tatooine.

But he could give him the braids, if Obi-Wan wanted. That way, when they both died, in their sleep of natural causes, the Goddess Leia knows to keep their souls intertwined as she transports them to their afterlife.

Anakin’s fingers pause as he thinks of something that would make him feel better.

He bites his lip. His mother would disapprove. To give the braids to someone without their knowledge is heavily frowned upon.

Anakin winces, even as his hands change direction. These are extenuating circumstances. There’s a lot at stake here. Anakin can’t risk a life and an afterlife without his master. And he’s going to ask him eventually. Just not now. Just not yet.

The braids for good fortune form a crown over one’s head. The braids for marriage…

They start similarly enough at the temples, but connect to each other at the back of the head, where a third braid is begun. Then each braid is braided into each other. The left braid represents the braider. The right braid represents their beloved. The third braid that begins when the two meet represents the life that they will create together.

Anakin holds the three braids loosely in his hands, staring down at them in some sort of surreal shock. This is not the circumstances he has imagined doing this under, but he’s heartbroken. Not when it’s Obi-Wan who will be wearing his braids.

“Dear one?” Obi-Wan asks, breaking the heavy silence. “I do not mean to rush you, but my knees are starting to hurt.”

“You’re so old,” Anakin quips back, stroking a thumb over one of the braids, the right one--Obi-Wan’s.

“And you are so very young,” Obi-Wan retorts. “The two of us together is the equivalent of one good soldier.”

Anakin’s heart pauses for a second. “Would you want that?” he asks nonsensically.

“What?”

“If you could choose. If I were eighteen. Would you want to be…” Just as suddenly as he gained that sudden burst of confidence, he loses it. He sighs, mostly in disappointment at himself.

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan prompts.

“You’d want me there with you if I weren’t too young, wouldn’t you, master?” Anakin finally says.

Obi-Wan hesitates, and Anakin’s chest feels tight. “I would want you safe, regardless of age, dear one,” he settles on saying.

Anakin’s fingers clench down on the almost complete marriage braids. “But if there were no war,” he forges ahead. “If the war never happened. You wouldn’t want to leave me behind. You’d want to stay together.”

Anakin can just imagine the furrowed eyebrows Obi-Wan must be sporting as he tries to figure out what Anakin wants from him.

“Just answer the question,” Anakin begs, tightening his hold on the braids to prevent Obi-Wan from turning around.

“You are my Padawan, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says slowly. “And someone who will one day be my partner, my friend. I would like...very much to be allowed to see you finish growing into the fine man you will be. The one that in many ways you already are.”

“And then?” Anakin asks doggedly. “When we’re both knights. And you’re assigned...a mission. And you get to choose your partner. And it’s me or. Or someone else. I don’t care. Who would you choose?”

“Well, I suppose it would depend on if this fabricated mission depends on stealth. Secrecy. The ability to tell a believable falsehoo--”

“I’m being serious,” Anakin insists, cutting his master off. He almost wants to drop the braids, let them fall apart. Clearly Obi-Wan doesn’t...perhaps won’t ever--

“It’d be you,” Obi-Wan murmurs very quietly, as if afraid to speak louder. “We are better together than we are separate.”

Anakin blinks and then smiles, only a little teary-eyed at his master’s confession. “Yes, Master,” he agrees, finally--finally--braiding the three braids together and tying them off neatly. He pictures the material of their souls responding the same way that Obi-Wan’s hair has. The thought makes him feel equal parts giddy and guilty.

“After all, someone needs to make sure you don’t crash every ship in the Jedi Temple,” Obi-Wan continues dryly.

“Yes, Master,” Anakin agrees again, running a hand lightly over his work.

He’ll tell him when he’s a Knight. Really.

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Gender question: if you are referring to/describing a dog you would say “hann er…” and use masculine adjective endings because hundinn is masculine, but if you know the dog is female would you then refer to her as hún and use feminine adjective endings or would that sound grammatically weird?

You would always use masculine adjective endings if the adjectives are attached to a masculine noun in a sentence. If you write a sentence like Hún er fallegur hundur (She is a beautiful dog), then fallegur needs to be in the masculine, because it's directly modifying hundur which is a masculine word. If you wrote Hún er falleg hundur, that'd be straight-up grammatically nonsensical; it parses as "She is beautiful" followed randomly by the word "dog" just standing there. However, it's perfectly grammatical to use the pronoun hún there when the dog is female and the subject of the sentence.

On the other hand, you can construct a sentence that is about the dog, even one that uses the word hundur, in a way where the adjectives don't refer directly to the noun. People often do this purposefully, to give the correct impression of someone's actual gender: Hundurinn minn, Lukka, hún er falleg.

[north-peach]

Something that came to mind while reading your SW posts and mostly very silly - a jedi version of "All the Colors of the Wind," badly sung by Luke Skywalker at four am, feat. Leia Organa, who's ready to murder this dumbass.

hmmm.

let’s make it angsty

All The Colors of the Wind: Tatooine Slave Version.

Singing is very important in slave culture (think stories of Ekkreth, Amarattu, Leia the Mighty One, Lukka the Storm and I tell you this story to save your life and The Prince of Egypt style of music. Deliver Us ringing any bells?) but it’s also stories and poetry and things that mean things to them. 

In the desert, it’s the suns, the sand, the heat and how precious water is. 

In the oceans, it’s the monsters, the deep, the storms and how precious calm is.

So here’s Luke, singing a traditional Song of Mourning in Tatooine Slave Culture, and Leia’s not getting it.

Princess Leia whose only gone hungry deliberately, whose never had to worry about food, or clothes or water. Princess Leia who has just lost her entire planet, culture, family, heritage, her crown, her gods and the palace from which she should have ruled and the people who would have been her subjects.

Luke singing mournful, yet biting songs in a language she doesn’t know early in the morning is something that she doesn’t appreciate. 

Maybe it’s not badly sung, maybe that line he sings, depur, depur, depur is supposed to sound like disgust and hatred? Maybe the repetition of her name doesn’t mean her name, even when he says it with fire and a shout?

Regardless, Leia has enough and snaps back and slaps Luke down.

Maybe Luke will sit down and tell Princess Leia, General Leia of Leia the Mighty One of Vengeance and how he has the greatest respect for her.

Perhaps Leia will learn of Lukka of the Storm and think that such a title fits Luke perfectly.

But not now. Not in the moment when Luke is singing such a song that grates against her ears and tugs against the pain in her heart.

[cheapest-usps-eddm]

Kartik Aaryan finally opens up about the viral video where the actor was seen locking lips with Sara Ali Khan. Scroll down and take a look at what he has to say.

Kartik Aaryan and Sara Ali Khan are currently shooting for Imtiaz Ali's film which the sequel of the director's 2009 hit flick Love Aj Kal. The first part of the romantic drama starred Deepika Padukone, Saif Ali Khan, Rishi Kapoor and Neetu Kapoor in the lead roles and now the heartthrobs of the current time Sara and Kartik will be casting their spell on the silver screen with the second part. The shooting of the film has already started and the lead actors were spotted in Delhi as they were shooting for the first schedule in the National capital.

OMG! Finally we can see Kartik and Sara together in one frame and that's also a HOT kissing scene& @TheAaryanKartik #KartikAaryan #SaraAliKhan pic.twitter.com/eWuzDTFp5T

— Kartik Aaryan fanpage (@KartikAaryanFC_) March 5, 2019

Earlier this month, a hazy video which claimed to be from the sets of Love Aaj Kal 2 went viral on the social media. The lead pair was seen kissing each other in the video. However, the faces were not visible many fan pages assumed that it was Kartik and Sara's scene from the film. Well, now the actor has decided to address the ongoing subject and was quoted as answering the question with the question. "I'm doing Imtiaz sir's next and the producer's Window Seat films will be able to elaborate about it! And talking about that video... was that really Sara and me?" Kartik's answer has surely made it even more complicated. Meanwhile, you can watch the video in question right here: Here's another photo from the sets which made rounds on the social media.

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@kartikaaryan snapped along with @saraalikhan95 on the sets of #LoveAajKal2.

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Sara and Kartik started making news when the former talked about having a crush on the Lukka Chuppi actor on the national television.

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