#the pleasure of love in iran

[thecinematicshots]

[neil-gaiman]

Hello Neil. I hope you're doing all fine.

I'm from Iran. Iran always had such a glorious history. you have lots of fans in Iran and It would be such a great pleasure for all of us if you make a flashback in S3 where Aziraphale and Crowley are in ancient times of Iran. We have lots of stories you may find them interesting. For instance Cyrus the Great who was the king of the Achaemenid Empire, for the very first time, earned another empire without any war and violence.

It would be amazing if you have this in your mind too. Thank you so much.

With love by all of your Iranian fans.

PS/ Even if there is a reference to Iran's history, if there is a political problem, to show it fully, it is satisfactory for us. Thank you for your great mind

Iranian history is a wonderful thing. I'm glad that Crowley and Aziraphale have their supporters there, and if there's ever another chance to revisit their time in the past it would be great to see what they did in ancient Iran.

[loneberry]

"Attar is one of the greatest poets of the Persian language. Nonetheless, his popularity - both in Iran itself and in the West (Goethe, for example, touched on him only briefly in his West-Eastern Divan) - does not match that of Ferdowsi (d. 1020), Omar Khayyam (d. c.1132), Rumi, Saadi (d. 1292) or Hafiz (d. 1389); occasionally he is even omitted from the line of seven Persian poet-princes in favour of Jami (d. 1492). One pos­sible reason for this is that the composition of his poetry is too artful, too complex to be effective in the town squares and teahouses, while at the same time, many of his stories and figures may seem too coarse, too folk-like and too sarcastic to be at the forefront of the high spir­itual literature cultivated at courts in former times and in middle-class households today. Attar’s poetry, on the other hand, is far less stilted than that of most Persian poets but, rather, unadorned, clear and imme­diate. The pain it expresses is not spiritually filtered as in Rumi, far less metaphysically elevated than in Saadi, and not sublimated into pleasure as in Omar Khayyam - where Hafiz turns the earthly into the mystical, Attar strips mysticism down to its leaden, earthly foundation in order to scream his longing to the heavens." --Navid Kermani, The Terror of God: Attar, Job and the Metaphysical Revolt

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I asked my professor which masnavi (Persian epic poem) he thinks is the greatest ever written. He replied, Rumi's Masnavi (the only masnavi Rumi wrote). Shock. How can there be a masnavi greater than Attar's Conference of the Birds? (There are 4 authentic Attar masnavis; sadly, as far as I know, Conference of the Birds is the only one that has been translated into English.) Reading through Rumi's masnavi I think I am still team Attar. It's Attar's coarseness I love--he is a poet of mad saints and freaks. In Rumi's Masnavi, the absence of a frame story and the pious/didactic tone is somewhat of a barrier for me. The pieces don't quite hang together, whereas Attar's Conference of the Birds is intricately structured--there are stories within stories within stories, each bird with its idiosyncratic psychology--a narrative arc that mirrors the journey of the soul across the seven valleys. But maybe there is a difference between reading a sufi text for its poetry rather than religious instruction, I don't know.

[girlactionfigure]

I’m sending love to all the Jews in the world. You’ve done nothing wrong. All the negative painful feelings you have shouldn’t be there. This is all on Hamas and Iran and Qatar. Even with the release of kidnapped children it’s hard to find joy. There is just grimness. The children shouldn’t have been there. There shouldn’t be remaining hostages. There shouldn’t be 1400 dead. But this is the world as it is. We face a wicked enemy. Even this partial hostage release is designed to mess you up emotionally and mentally. It’s psychological warfare. It’s to help Hamas have a breathing space. It’s to help the propaganda war against Israel. None of this feels like victory. They are using our love and decency against us. I would rather our love is used against us than to be the loveless people they are - a wicked enemy who commit crimes against humanity and celebrate those crimes as if they are the best part of who they are. Remind yourself this is a long, hard grim road. There is little if any pleasure foreseeable on the horizon. But we have not choice but to keep going and put one foot in front of the other. One day, things will get lighter if we just keep moving forward. We will rebuild ourselves as individuals and collectively. We will defeat our enemies. We will win. One day you will sit down and look around you at a dinner or gathering of people, of your family and friends, and you will realise life is ok and that it isn’t how it feels right now. Stay in the game for that moment. We’ll meet each other there.

@leekern13

[unhonestlymirror]

Vatņiki of the day:

Me, a Ukrainian-Belaruthian, knowing that my Belaruthian mom was tortured, blackmailed and exiled from her home without being able to see her parents for decades thanks to russians, looking at people drawing Belarus as russia's sister who loves russia:

Have you ever bothered scrolling through the news of Belarus? It's like: "killed", "raped", "murdered", "raped", "died in prison", "died in prison", "thrown in prison", "raped". And it's all thanks to russia. If russia didn't exist, Belaruthians wouldn't have to suffer so much.

We don't call russia "Big Brother". Stop fucking masturbating on Stalin's rhetoric.

Interestingly, no one ever EVER draws Iran being in love with russia and calling russia its "big brother". Why? Because of the Iranian regime, who kills and rapes innocent people, who don't actually want to be perceived as its regime supporters? Then why the fuck don't you perceive Belarus the same way, if you are so fucking tolerant and progressive? Is it because we are "white"?

"I love Ukraine^^" write hetalia artists and then draw my country being russia's sister. Ukrainians are being killed by russian missiles and shaheds every day, but you couldn't bother less about real people.

And, of course, russian artists once again proving how cruel, bloodthirsty and heartless creatures they are. Nothing new. The same bloodthirsty creatures create the illusion of grandeur. "Lithuanians, including Jews, being killed, raped, displaced, sent to Siberia by russians for centuries? Who gives a fuck hahaha, look, I love spreading harmful and offensive shit about real people, especially when I'm russian."

There are so many interesting topics to choose from for a drawing of my countries. And yet you keep choosing the most offensive, the most stupid, the most mainstream ideas ever. This community is a fucking joke, насмешка з велічы чалавецтва.

Yk, hetalia fandom is not really different from the russian occupiers. Uneducated (although some of you even have diplomas, which is twice weird), corrupted, soulless idiots, you have neither knowledge, nor talent, your only advantage is that there are many of you, and you cultivate idiocy in each other. Many of you actually behave like sadistic maniacs, you get pleasure from inflicting pain on other people, who lost their homes, families, and friends because of russia. And the saddest part is that no one is doing anything to stop this. No one cares. No one is even saying, "Hey, maybe your drawing is not actually a right thing to post". People just keep whining about "oh but we don't bring politics there" - it's because it's not your house being shelled by missiles. It's because it's not your friends and families being raped and tortured. Believe me, if you had to live under conditions Ukrainians are currently living, you'll be screaming the loudest, like a fucking pig who's about being cut into sausages. Жалюгідні нікчеми.

[sagemonsters]

every once in a while I get the urge to combine monster romance with my love for historical fiction. This rarely works out BUT I am nothing if not persistent.

Anyway, my mlm weretiger x human novelette set in Achaemenid-era Iran is almost fully outlined. Drafting to commence once my midterms are over and I can spend more time writing for pleasure.

[matan4il]

Just sending some love your way again, and thanks so much for the book and music recs!! I've been loving working my way through them 💖💖

Hi darling! I'm so glad you're enjoying those! :D Any bit of joy counts, always, but especially now. I hope you're doing well, and I am sending you so much love right back! xoxox

So glad to hear that you are safe, and that the attack was mostly intercepted. Thank you for all the work you do in giving us news from the Israeli perspective- I'm working on my Hebrew, but it's slow, and I always worry that automated translations miss nuance and context.

Thank you so much! I think a lot of us, knowing that Iran has employed its generals to help its terrorist proxies, and that those generals have been eliminated by Israel repeatedly over the years, we didn't expect an attack of this magnitude from Iran, and that even we were surprised at how well our defences held against it. I'll try to post a bit more about this later. Thank YOU so much for the kind words, and awwww, you're learning Hebrew! :D I have to say, I'm so in love with this language, I'm very happy for anyone who does. I hope you're enjoying it! ^u^ And it's my pleasure to be able to add a few translations. I def do try to bring across the nuance and context that automated traslations can't recognize even exists. Be well, and I'm sending you lots of hugs! xoxox

@missviolethunter asked:

Thank you for posting updates even in the aftermath of the attack. Your blog and a few other Jesiwh blogs are the only places with unbiased information here. I hope you and your family are safe. The terrorist supporters make a lot of noise on tumblr, but they're just a bunch of idiots. My country had issues with terrorism for many years, and I know how it feels to fear for your family members who are in the military. I know it's not much, but I'm sending you hugs. 😘

I really do my best to get everything from fact checked journalistic sources, although obviously it's not perfect (because neither are they, some are expressly biased, while others simply get duped once in a while, same as everyone else. They are run by humans, after all). I'm really glad if I can help in any way, even the smallest!

I am so sorry that your country also had to deal with terrorism. I will never understand how people can think that terrorism, the intentional targeting of innocent people, is EVER justified. It's not about whether a specific cause is just or not. It's about whether we value human life or not. Anyone who can justify terrorism, is saying they're comfortable with being the arbiter of who gets to live and who doesn't, and that is so wrong on so many levels... I am sending you lots of hugs, and I hope you, your people, us and everyone else who has suffered or is suffering from terrorism, never have to fear for their life or that of their loved ones ever again.

It's actually so much, I appreciate the hugs, the message, the kindness, and I am sending you lots of hugs right back! xoxox

[bellamonde]

Happy Birthday Forough

Forough (1934-1967) was the most famous and brilliant Iranian female poet of all time. She wasn’t just a poet, she was also a painter, an artist and a revolutionary. She broke boundaries and taboos. She did the unthinkable - had an affair, divorced her husband and lived life on her own terms. She never stopped fighting for womanhood and freedom. Generations of Iranian women grew up reading her poetry and being moved and inspired by her. She is revered by millions  and occupied a unique place in Iran and the hearts of all Iranians. 

This is a poem she wrote at age 19 (in 1953). Can you even imagine a woman in the West writing such poetry in the ‘50s? Forough was so brave and never allowed societal expectations define her. 

The Sin

I sinned a sin full of pleasure, In an embrace which was warm and fiery. I sinned surrounded by arms that were hot and avenging and iron. In that dark and silent seclusion I looked into his secret-full eyes. my heart impatiently shook in my breast In response to the request of his needful eyes. In that dark and silent seclusion, I sat dishevelled at his side. his lips poured passion on my lips, I escaped from the sorrow of my crazed heart. I whispered in his ear the tale of love: I want you, o life of mine, I want you, O life-giving embrace, O crazed lover of mine, you. desire sparked a flame in his eyes; the red wine danced in the cup. In the soft bed, my body drunkenly quivered on his chest. I sinned a sin full of pleasure, next to a shaking, stupefied form. o God, who knows what I did In that dark and quiet seclusion.

[losthistoryblog]

Dastangoi: The Art of Storytelling

Dastangoi is an Urdu storytelling art. Derived from Persia. Dastangoi is performed by one person who's referred to as a Dastango, the word for storyteller. Stories are referred to as Dastans. Dastan means, tale or story and the suffix -goi makes it a verb. Hence, Dastangoi translates to "to tell a story"

Dastangoi had it's origins in pre-Islamic Arabia and moved onto Iran and then the North Indian cities of Delhi and Lucknow in the 18th century.

It was very popular in Lucknow, across all classes of people and in public and private. It was done in the streets, in homes and even opium dens. Many people saw Dastans as a key part of the the experience in an opium den

Some people, who were particularly rich would hire Dastangos to entertain their clients and friends. These stories would come under themes such as, war, pleasure, beauty, love and deception.

Dastangoi enjoyed a revitalisation in India in 2005, which seemed to have stemmed from Mahmood Farooqui

[mosterriblewoman]

my 2023 favs

i will focus on books because i don't really listen to music much, when i do lately it's a lot of Mina or some ambient/jazz to study. i also happen to forget about the movies i watch lol. The first book i want to mention is "Le italiane si confessano" by Gabriella Parca, a collection of letters that italian women would -almost always- anonymously send to newspapers in the 50s/60s in hope they'd offer them a solution to their sufferings. It's nothing extraordinary per se (considering it's just an assemblage), but i think it's the rawness with which these letters are presented that impressed me. The author is absent, but her intention is loud. She leaves the readers alone with their own personal and inevitable final considerations. You cannot read this and still think Italy is a sane country. I also loved "Maybe Esther" by Katja Petrowskaja, which i read both in german and italian. Katja was born on my same day and -as stupid as that may sound- i felt connected to her through her writing style straight away. I took that as a sign i would love the book (and i did). She took me with her in her search for her family history. it's an intense work that i couldn't stop reading. i've found in her my same pride in knowing i come from a long secuence of admirable people and just like her i continuously keep track of who and where i come from, without rest. My last mention is "The enlightenment of the greengage tree" by Shokoofeh Azar. I loved the touch of magic realism that immediately made me think of an iranian One hundred years of solitude (intent which the book itself confirms between the lines). I could just connect the dots with my hispanic american literature's knowledge and it was so fascinating. Azar introduced me to persian folklore and gave me a better understanding of Iran's history through the desperation of a family that keeps living after its physical death. She succeeded in letting pages and pages of layered and oblique realities (that i usually cannot stand) be light and pleasurable.

i hope you will enjoy these as much as i did, if you ever read. thank you @mstepenwolf for the tag 🖤 mutuals feel free to join

[nevermorered]

It was the sands on the shores of Elafonisi Beach in Crete during the evenings. The waters at Las Coloradas, Mexico at midday. The Nasir-ol-molk Mosque in Iran with the rays of the sun beaming through the glass windows. It was the Hawa Mahal in India in the early morning.

It was pink.

Perhaps it wasn’t a manly color, but that didn’t matter to Colin. It was his favorite color. Maybe it took him too long to realize why, and perhaps then it should be yellow. But it wasn’t. It was pink. Because pink was beauty and calmness and kindness. It was love.

It was Penelope.

On the shores of Greece and Mexico, walking the mosque in Iran and looking up at the façade of the Palace in Jaipur, he was reminded of Penelope.

Penelope at her prom, wearing a lovely rose gown and smiling at him so sweetly when he put the corsage on her wrist. Her cheeks after being in the sun too long during that summer they spent at the lake behind Aubrey Hall before she left for university. The lipstick she was wearing after she got her journalist degree, and they threw her a party at the pub. The quick swipe of her tongue when he held her gaze too long.

Yes, she was yellow like the sun, all warmth and brilliance. But Penelope was at her most beautiful, her most radiant, when she was pink.

Like now, here in this bed. Her body was cast in shadows from the amber light filtering through the partially closed bathroom door, highlighting the dips and hollows of her curves. Her pale skin painted in a collage of pink. Her nipples a dark, dusky rouge, like her kiss swollen lips. A rosy blush spilling down her cheeks and neck, blooming out along her chest. Beard burn rubbing splotches of coral down her stomach and her thighs, raspberry bruises on her hipbones the size of his thumbs.

With a soft exhale from her perfect mouth, Colin spread her trembling thighs apart, finding more of her pink here. Flushed and swollen and glistening with desire.

Her taste reminded him of the ocean in Greece, the hot salt tang of her making his mouth water. He watched her as her body arched and bowed, undulating like a gorgeous wave about to break over the pink sands in Crete. The sounds she made were better than any music he’d ever heard, and he was certain that no more perfect praise had ever been sung in the halls of that Iranian mosque.

Exploring Penelope was far more pleasurable than any adventure he’d ever been on. As he crawled back up her pink flushed body, he was quite certain he never wanted to go anywhere that involved leaving her behind.

She kissed her ecstasy off his tongue, her hand wrapping around the flushed purple of his erection, the petal pink of her nails lightly dragging along his skin and making him shake. She took mercy on him when he begged, his pretty pink goddess guiding him inside of her and showing him what pure pleasure was.

Perhaps liking pink made him less of a man, and maybe the tears spilling down his cheeks as the waves of his own bliss crashed along her pink shores did as well. Penelope loved him anyway, and she cooed her soft words of comfort in his ear as she held him to her body in the aftermath of his little death.

He fell asleep like that, at ease and more content than he’d ever been in his entire life, his flushed cheek against her breasts. His dreams were calm and happy, filled with beauty and kindness.

His dreams were pink. His dreams were love.

His dream was Penelope.

[aftaabmagazine]

In that Breath - Spiritual Lyrics as Gateway to the Divine from Kabul’s Kharabat 

در آن نفس

In that Breath 

Two captivating renditions of a composition by the revered استاد محمد هاشم چشتی Ustad Mohammad Hashim Chishti (1944-94) featuring lyrics by the master poet of the ages, سعدی Saadi, vividly showcase the distinct and intriguing musical traditions of کابل Kabul and هرات Herat. 

These performances, by two celebrated vocalists, استاد مهوش Ustad Mahwash and استاد جلیل احمد دل‌آهنگ Ustad Jalil Del Ahang, present a rare and precious chance to delve into the unified artistic expression born from the rich cultural heritage of Kabul’s خرابات Kharabat musician quarter.

The Poem by Saadi  سعدی

In that breath when I pass, may I be yearning for you 

بدان امید دهم جان که خاک کوی تو باشم

I give up my life with the hope of becoming the dust of your alley

حدیث روضه نگویم گل بهشت نبویم

I will not speak of the gardens of paradise nor smell the flowers of heaven

جمال حور نجویم دوان بسوی تو باشم

I will not desire the beauty of the houris but steer towards you

Translated from the Farsi by فرهاد آزاد Farhad Azad with edits by پروین پژواک Parween Pazhwak

استاد مهوش Ustad Mahwash's Version Liner Notes

This song In that Breath was composed by Ustad Mohammad Hashim Chishti (1944-94). 

This recording by Ustad Mahwash was released in 2007 by the Accords-Croises label based in فرانسه France. She was the first woman to have been conferred the honorary title of "Ustad" in 1977 in Kabul by the Ministry of Culture. 

Spiritual Lyrics as Gateway to the Divine from Kabul’s Kharabat 

By Farhad Azad 

The lyrics embody صوفی Sufi ideals, expressing fervent longing for the beloved, rejecting worldly pleasures in favor of divine love, seeking annihilation of the self in union with the Divine, and using the beloved as a symbol for the ultimate reality. 

In Kharabat, where the songs held deep spiritual significance, استادان masters or ustads would often require their students to perform an ablution وضو (wuzu), before singing. This ritual purification emphasized the sacred nature of the poetry and music, ensuring the singers approached their performance with reverence and spiritual readiness.

Reflecting on her musical journey in the CD’s liner notes, Ustad Mahwash says “I am a follower of the sufi path and our Master Mohammad Chishti who encouraged devotion through the practice of 'mystical audition' or سماع Sama. I sing everything that relates to love.” 

Ustad Del Ahang's Version Liner Notes

This استاد جلیل احمد دل‌آهنگ Ustad Jalil Ahmad Del Ahang’s (1961-2018) rendition of در آن نفس (In that Breath) is a moving example of the Kharabati school of music, honed under the tutelage of استاد سرآهنگ Ustad Sarahang (1924-83) and later استاد موسی قاسمی Ustad Musa Qasemi (1936-95). 

From Kabul to Herat: The Journey of Kharabat’s Spiritual Music

By Farhad Azad 

The music of کابل Kabul’s خرابات Kharabat district, a cultural gem, embarked on a poignant journey to هرات Herat as early as the 1930s. This migration was not merely a physical movement of aspiring artists to Kabul to study under the masters, but a profound cultural exchange that shaped the musical landscape of Herat, carrying with it the emotions and aspirations of a community.

This استاد جلیل احمد دل‌آهنگ Ustad Jalil Ahmad Del Ahang’s (1961-2018) rendition of در آن نفس (In that Breath) is a profoundly moving example of the Kharabati school of music, a testament to the emotional depth and beauty that can be achieved through music. His soulful interpretation, filled with longing and devotion, resonates with the spiritual essence of the Chishti Sufi order, inviting the listener on a journey of self-discovery and transcendence. 

Exiled in ایران Iran in 1998, Ustad Jalil Ahmad Del Ahang captured the haunting performance, accompanied by استاد رحیم خوشنواز Ustad Rahim Khushnawaz (1943-2010) on robab, عظیم حسن‌پور Azim Hassanpour on tabla, and غلام سخی رسولی Ghulam Sakhi Rasouli on dutar. 

The reverend musician and composer استاد محمد هاشم چشتی Ustad Mohammad Hashim Chishti (1944-94) traced his lineage to the چشتی Chishti Sufi order a spiritual tradition established in the 900s AD by ابو اسحاق شامی Abu Ishaq Shami in the town of چشت Chisht, located in present-day Herat province افغانستان Afghanistan. The Chishti Sufi order, with its emphasis on music as a spiritual practice, played a pivotal role in developing and preserving the Kharabati school of music, infusing it with spiritual depth and significance. 

The Chishti practice, renowned for its profound emphasis on سماع Sama, a devotional practice of evoking the divine presence through music and poetry, is not just a performance, but a transformative spiritual journey. This unique aspect of the Chishti practice adds a layer of depth and richness to the music, elevating it beyond mere entertainment to a profound spiritual experience that resonates with the soul.

The unique lineage of this صوفی Sufi musical tradition is a testament to the enduring power of cultural exchange and the fluidity of art and culture. Born in the heart of Herat, the Chishti Sufi order’s musical essence found its way to Kabul through the descendants of Ustad Hashim Chishti. 

His descendants, invited from هند مرکزی central India by امیر شیرعلی خان Amir Sher Ali Khan, the ruler of کابلستان Kabulistan in the 1870s, played a crucial role in carrying forward the musical tradition, demonstrating the enduring power of cultural exchange and the fluidity of art and culture, and the importance of preserving such cultural practices.

The poet لیلا صراحت روشنی Layla Sarhat Rushani (1958-2004) aptly observed that artistic works with “simplicity in the expression” are akin to  “a stream of pure, clear water, and clear waters often make their depths appear shallower than they actually are.” 

While seemingly lovely and simple on the surface, these two renditions of Ustad Hashim’s composition carry a profound depth—a millennia-long journey of verse and melody passed down through generations, traversing vast distances before returning to their ancestral home. The music, a testament to the interconnectedness of human expression, transcends geographical boundaries and historical epochs, resonating with listeners across time and space.

[ghelgheli]

[Samad] Behrangi was the educator par excellence. For eleven years he taught in the village schools of [Iranian] Azerbaijan and intermittently at a teachers' training school in Tabriz. His face-to-face encounters with rural poverty and broad exposure to Azeri folk culture helped shape both the content and medium of his message as a writer. Behrangi's corpus of fiction—short stories often referred to as children's stories in the West, but really timeless folktales meant for child and adult alike—is deeply rooted in his village teaching experiences and his love for Azeri folk culture. Behrangi left no doubt that he wrote these tales to instruct and to incite: "The time of limiting children's literature to passive propaganda and rigid, fruitless institutions has ended. We must lead our children away from building hopes on false and empty visions towards. creating hopes based on a correct understanding and interpretation of the harsh realities of society and on how to struggle to eliminate those harsh realities." Pleasure was not the sole or even the most important reason to read his tales: "Reading stories is not only for pleasure. I don't desire that aware children read my stories only for pleasure." [...] To evade the censor Behrangi used the folktale form. Behrangi's fiction consists entirely of folktales, either translated from the Azeri Turkish or created anew. That he should have chosen this style is not at all surprising, given his fascination with Azeri folk literature and positive experiences in teaching folktales in the village schools. However, the opportunities to evade the censor through allegories and metaphors surely were not lost on Behrangi. Precisely for this reason, the folktale—euphemistically called "children's literature"—with its own long and rich history in Persian literature became one of the most important genres in post-June 1963[, when widespread demonstrations in response to the arrest of Ruhollah Khomeini were met with lethal government crackdown.]

The "Westoxification" of Iran: Depictions and Reactions of Behrangi, Al-e Ahmad, and Shariati, Brad Hanson 1983 [JSTOR]

[cinemacentury]

MOVIES 2024

Master list of all the movies/miniseries I watched in 2024.

New film Rewatch Theatrical Viewing

JANUARY

Monday, January 1 1. METROPOLITAN (Whit Stillman, 1990) 2. 2084: VIDEO CLIP FOR THE TRADE UNIONS’ REFLECTION AND PLEASURE (Chris Marker, 1984) (short) 3. THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS (Nazim Tulakhodzhayev, 1984) (short) 4. TERRORIZERS (Edward Yang, 1986)

Tuesday, January 2 5. BLOOD SIMPLE. (Joel Coen, 1984) 6. CHARADE (Jon Minnis, 1984) (short) 7. FEELINGS (Todd Solondz, 1984) (short) 8. BEVERLY HILLS COP (Martin Brest, 1984) 9. LITTLE NEMO: ADVENTURES IN SLUMBERLAND PILOT 2 (Yoshifumi Kondo, Andrew Gaskill, 1984) (short) 10. IN THE BLUE SEA, IN THE WHITE FOAM… (Robert Sahakyants, 1984) (short) 11. THE WIND (Edward Yang, 2006) (short) 12. IN OUR TIME (Tao Te-chen, Edward Yang, Ko I-cheng, Chang Yi, 1982)

Wednesday, January 3 13. FALLEN ANGELS (Wong Kar-wai, 1995) 14. THE WINTER OF 1905 (Yu Wai Cheng, 1982) 15. MAHJONG (Edward Yang, 1996)

Thursday, January 4 16. ANTONIO GAUDI (Hiroshi Teshigahara, 1984) 17. A BRIGHTER SUMMER DAY (Edward Yang, 1991) 18. MEET ME IN ST. LOUIS (Vincente Minnelli, 1944)

Friday, January 5 19. DESERT HEARTS (Donna Deitch, 1985) 20. MANDABI (Ousmane Sembène, 1968) 21. SONGS FOR EARTH & FOLK (Cauleen Smith, 2013) (short)

Saturday, January 6 22. THE HEROIC TRIO (Johnnie To, 1993) 23. EXECUTIONERS: THE HEROIC TRIO 2 (Johnnie To, 1993)

Sunday, January 7 24. A CONFUCIAN CONFUSION (Edward Yang, 1994)

Monday, January 8 25. POLICE STORY (Jackie Chan, 1985)

Tuesday, January 9 26. POLICE STORY 2 (Jackie Chan, 1988)

Wednesday, January 10 27. AS TEARS GO BY (Wong Kar-Wai, 1988) 28. ROUNDHAY GARDEN SCENE (Louis Aimé Augustin Le Prince, 1988) (short) (rewatch)

Thursday, January 11 29. EXOTICA (Atom Egoyan, 1994)

Friday, January 12 30. SWIPED (Joseph Kahn, 2017) (short)

Saturday, January 13 31. ODD/EVEN (Ya-Ting “Itchy” Yang, 2022) (short) 32. CENTER STAGE (Stanley Kwan, 1992)

Sunday, January 14 33. THE BARE-FOOTED KID (Johnnie To, 1993)

Monday, January 15 34. THE BOOK OF CLARENCE (Jeymes Samuel, 2024)

Tuesday, January 16 35. POLICE STORY 3: SUPERCOP (Stanley Tong, 1992) 36. FOLLOWING (Christopher Nolan, 1998)

Wednesday, January 17 37. THE SEVENTH CURSE (Lam Ngai Kai, 1986)

Thursday, January 18 38. BEHIND THE YELLOW LINE (Taylor Wong, 1984)

Friday, January 19 39. CARGO (Julio Luna, 2015) (short)

Saturday, January 20 40. IRMA VEP (Oliver Assayas, 1996) 41. ROUGE (Stanley Kwan, 1991) 42. HERO (Zhang Yimou, 2002)

Sunday, January 21 43. GOLIATH (Don Bitters, 2022) (short) 44. SIGMUND (Bruno Bozzetto, 1984) (short)

Monday, January 22 45. SHANGHAI BLUES (Tsui Hark, 1984) 46. GODS FROM SPACE (Annalize Pasztor, 2018) (short) 47. ONE FROM THE HEART: REPRISE (Francis Ford Coppola, 1981; recut 2024) 48. INFERNAL AFFAIRS (Andrew Lau Wai-Keung, Alan Mak, 2002)

Tuesday, January 23 49. GREEN SNAKE (Tsui Hark, 1993) 50. FLAMIN’ HOT (Eva Longoria, 2023) 51. THE DARK KNIGHT (Christopher Nolan, 2008) (rewatch)

Wednesday, January 24 52. THE EIGHT DIAGRAM POLE FIGHTER (Lau Kar-leung, 1984)

Thursday, January 25 53. 2084 (Taz Goldstein, 2015) (short) 54. FLOREANA (Louis Morton, 2018) (short)

Friday, January 26  55. THE CREATOR (Gareth Edwards, 2023)

Saturday, January 27  56. BOAT PEOPLE (Ann Hui, 1982)

Sunday, January 28 57. OPPENHEIMER (Christopher Nolan, 2023) (rewatch) 58. THROW DOWN (Johnnie To, 2004)

Monday, January 29 59. ALL THE CROWS IN THE WORLD (Tang Yi, 2021) (short) 60. TWO WORLDS (Andy Lefton, 2015) (short)

Tuesday, January 30 61. HAPPY GHOST III (Johnnie To, 1986)

Wednesday, January 31 62. A DROWNFUL BRILLIANCE OF WINGS (Sofia Bohdanowicz, 2016) (short) 63. A HISTORY OF THE WORLD ACCORDING TO GETTY IMAGES (Richard Misek, 2022) (short) 64. THE LONG GOOD FRIDAY (John Mackenzie, 1980)

FEBRUARY

Thursday, February 1  65. THE TENDER GAME (John Hubley, 1958) (short) 66. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH (Leah Shore, 2014) (short) 67. THE PLEASURE OF LOVE IN IRAN (Agnes Varda, 1976) (short)

Friday, February 2  68. YOUR NAME. (Makato Shinkai, 2016)

Saturday, February 3  69. ARGYLLE (Matthew Vaughn, 2024)

Sunday, February 4  70. 24 HOUR PARTY PEOPLE (Michael Winterbottom, 2002) (rewatch) Monday, February 5 71. IN BETWEEN LOVES (Allan Fung Yi-Ching, 1989) Tuesday, February 6 72. MATEWAN (John Sayles, 1987) Wednesday, February 7 73. LOCAL HERO (Bill Forsyth, 1983)

Thursday, February 8 74. NOMADS (John McTiernan, 1986) Friday, February 9 75. WARSHA (Danie Bdier, 2022) (short) Saturday, February 10 76. NAI NAI & WAI PO (Sean Wang, 2023) (short) 77. THE ICEMAN COMETH (Clarence Yiu-leung Fok, 1989) Sunday, February 11 78. NIGHT AND FOG (Alain Resnais, 1956) (short) Monday, February 12 79. MRS. MINIVER (William Wyler, 1942) 80. DUNE (Denis Villeneuve, 2021) (rewatch) Tuesday, February 13 81. MOLOKA'I BOUND (Alika Maikau, 2019) (short) 82. FOREVER SLEEP (Zac Stracner, 2022) (short) Wednesday, February 14 83. THE EAGLE SHOOTING HEROES (Jeffrey Lau, 1993) 84. DON'T LOOK NOW (Nicolas Roeg, 1973) Thursday, February 15 85. PREDATOR (John McTiernan, 1987) Friday, February 16 86. PAPER MARRIAGE (Alfred Cheung, 1988) Saturday, February 17 87. HIROSHIMA MON AMOUR (Alain Resnais, 1959)

Sunday, February 18 88. THE MISFITS (John Huston, 1961) 89. A WOMAN UNDER THE INFLUENCE (John Cassavetes, 1974) Sunday, February 19 90. ALL'S WELL, ENDS WELL (Clifton Ko, 1992) Monday, February 20 91. THE WAGES OF FEAR (Henri-Georges Clouzot, 1953)  92. BEAU TRAVAIL (Claire Denis, 1999) Wednesday, February 22 93. FACE SWAP (David Gidali, Einat Tubi, 2019) 94. HOW TO PICK GIRLS UP! (Wong Jing, 1988) Friday, February 23 95. OPUS II (Walter Ruttmann, 1921)  Saturday, February 24 96. SEVEN SAMURAI (Akira Kurosawa, 1954) Sunday, February 25 97. WOMEN OF THE NIGHT (Kenji Mizoguchi, 1948)

Monday, February 26 98. THE MASK (Conner O'Malley, 2023) (short)

Tuesday, February 27 99. THE THIRD MAN (Carol Reed, 1949) (rewatch)

Wednesday, February 28 100. ALIEN (Ridley Scott, 1979) (rewatch) 101. BLADE RUNNER (FINAL CUT) (Ridley Scott, 1982/2007) (rewatch) Thursday, February 29 102. DUNE: PART TWO (Denis Villeneuve, 2024) 103. THE SPIRIT OF THE BEEHIVE (Victor Erice, 1973)

MARCH

Friday, March 1 104. ONIBABA (Kaneto Shindō, 1964)  105. AUDITION (Takashi Miike, 1999) Saturday, March 2 106. AVALON (Barry Levinson, 1990)

Sunday, March 3 107. UGETSU (Kenji Mizoguchi, 1953) 108. A PAGE OF MADNESS (Teinosuke Kinugasa, 1926) 109. THRONE OF BLOOD (Akira Kurosawa, 1957) 

Wednesday, March 6 110. ROSE (aka BLUE VALENTINE) (Samson Chiu, 1992) 111. KLUTE (Alan J. Pakula, 1971) 112. LONE STAR (John Sayles, 1996) Thursday, March 7 113. THE GHOST OF YOTSUYA (Nobuo Nakagawa, 1959)  114. RING (Hideo Nakata, 1998) 115. BLIND WOMAN’S CURSE (Teruo Ishii, 1970)

Friday, March 8 116. DARK WATER (Hideo Nakata, 2002)

Saturday, March 9 117. PERFUMED NIGHTMARE (Kidlat Tahimik, 1977) 118. HOODLUM (Bill Duke, 1997) 119. PORTRAIT OF A LADY ON FIRE (Céline Sciamma, 2019)

Monday, March 11 120. BLIND BEAST (Yasuzō Masumura, 1969) 121. KURONEKO (Kaneto Shindō, 1968) 122. SOUTHLAND TALES (Richard Kelly, 2006)

Tuesday, March 12 123. WE OWN THE NIGHT (James Gray, 2007)

Wednesday, March 13 124. YOUR TURN: JURY SERVICE IN NEW YORK STATE (Harold Gold, 2016) (short) 125. JURY SERVICE AND FAIRNESS: UNDERSTANDING THE CHALLENGE OF IMPLICIT BIAS (Jennifer Dworkin, 2021) (short) 126. MOTHRA (Ishirō Honda, 1961) 127. JIGOKU (Nobuo Nakagawa, 1960) 128. HORRORS OF MALFORMED MEN (Teruo Ishii, 1969)

Thursday, March 14 129. CHINESE BOX (Wayne Wang, 1997) 130. MOON WARRIORS (Sammo Hung, 1992)

Friday, March 15 131. BETWEEN THE LINES (Joan Micklin Silver, 1977)

Saturday, March 16 132. LAST ACTION HERO (John McTiernan, 1993)

Sunday, March 17 133. EL FANTASMA DEL CONVENTO (aka THE PHANTOM OF THE MONASTERY) (Fernando de Fuentes, 1934) 134. CARNIVAL OF SOULS (Herk Harvey, 1962)

Monday, March 18 135. REBELS OF THE NEON GOD (Tsai Ming-liang, 1992) 136. DAYS OF BEING WILD (Wong Kar-wai, 1990)

Tuesday, March 19 137. LOVE LIES BLEEDING (Rose Glass, 2024)

Wednesday, March 20 138. THE FLOWERS OF ST. FRANCIS (Roberto Rossellini, 1950) 139. WALPURGIS NIGHT (Gustaf Edgren, 1935)

Thursday, March 21 140. IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE (Wong Kar-wai, 2000)

Friday, March 22 141. 2046 (Wong Kar-wai, 2004)

Saturday, March 23 142. SHERLOCK: THE SIGN OF THREE (Colm McCarthy, 2014)

Sunday, March 24 143. HISTORY OF THE OCCULT (Cristian Ponce, 2020)

Monday, March 25 144. HOLY WEAPON (Wong Jing, 1993) 145. WEST INDIES: THE FUGITIVE SLAVES OF LIBERTY (Med Hondo, 1979)

Tuesday, March 26 146. THE LAIR OF THE WHITE WORM (Ken Russell, 1988)

Wednesday, March 27 147. DOUBLES CAUSE TROUBLES (Wong Jing, 1989)

Friday, March 29 148. LE SAMOURAÏ (Jean-Pierre Melville, 1967)

Saturday, March 30 149. HEARTBEAT 100 (Kent Cheng Jak-Si, Lo Kin, 1987) 150. DIE HARD WITH A VENGEANCE (John McTiernan, 1995)

Sunday, March 31 151. IT’S A DRINK! IT’S A BOMB (David Chung, 1985)

APRIL

Monday, April 1 152. THE ROMANCING STAR (Wong Jing, 1987)

Wednesday, April 3 153. FULL MOON IN NEW YORK (Stanley Kwan, 1989)

Friday, April 5 154. SHE AND HER CAT (Makoto Shinkai, 1999) (short) 155. SCOOP (Philip Martin, 2024)

Saturday, April 6 156. DUNE: PART TWO (Denis Villenueve, 2024) (rewatch)

Thursday, April 11 157. BOYS ARE EASY (Wong Jing, 1993)

Sunday, April 14 158. THE DRAGON FROM RUSSIA (Clarence Yiu-leung Fok, 1990)

Monday, April 15 159. CIVIL WAR (Alex Garland, 2024)

Wednesday, April 17 160. O.J.: MADE IN AMERICA (Ezra Edelman, 2016) 161. WANDERERS (Erik Wernquist, 2014) (short)

Friday, April 19 162. COMRADES: ALMOST A LOVE STORY (Peter Chan, 1996)

Monday, April 22 163. DUVIDHA (Mani Kaul, 1973)

Tuesday, April 23 164. LUCA GUADAGNINO'S CHALLENGERS (Luca Guadagnino, 2024)

Sunday, April 28 165. NIGHT TIDE (Curtis Harrington, 1961)

Monday, April 29 166. CINEMANIA (Stephen Kijak, Angela Christlieb, 2002)

Tuesday, April 30 167. MY NEXT GUEST WITH DAVID LETTERMAN AND JOHN MULANEY (Michael Steed, 2024)

MAY

Wednesday, May 1 168. A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH (Michael Powell, Emeric Pressburger, 1946)

Thursday, May 2 169. LOVE SOLDIER OF FORTUNE (Stanley Fung, 1988)

Friday, May 3 170. PERFECT BLUE (Satoshi Kon, 1997)

Saturday, May 4 171. I SAW THE TV GLOW (Jane Schoenbrun, 2024) 172. THE FALL GUY (David Leitch, 2024)

Saturday, May 11 173. FAREWELL, CHINA (Clara Law, 1990) 174. MILLENNIUM ACTRESS (Satoshi Kon, 2001)

Sunday, May 12 175. KINGDOM OF THE PLANET OF THE APES (Wes Ball, 2024)

Monday, May 13 176. TIME OF THE HEATHEN (Peter Kass, 1961) 177. ROCK ALL NIGHT (Roger Corman, 1957)

Wednesday, May 15 178. CHUNGKING EXPRESS (Wong Kar-wai, 1994)

Thursday, May 16 179. ATTACK OF THE CRAB MONSTERS (Roger Corman, 1957)

Saturday, May 18 180. THE MAD MONK (Johnnie To, 1993) 181. DIVA (Jean-Jacques Beineix, 1981) 182. DRESSED TO KILL (Brian De Palma, 1980)

Sunday, May 19 183. THE KING OF COMEDY (Martin Scorsese, 1982) 184. FAST TIMES AT RIDGEMONT HIGH (Amy Heckerling, 1982) (rewatch) Monday, May 20 185. THE DISAPPEARANCE OF WILLIE BINGHAM (Matthew Richards, 2015) (short)

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I posted 2,540 times in 2022

That's 2,044 more posts than 2021!

137 posts created (5%)

2,403 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 602 of my posts in 2022

#lmao - 14 posts

#legacies - 9 posts

#first kill - 7 posts

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#aries - 4 posts

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Longest Tag: 133 characters

#*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:couldn't do this because i had no wifi and i also was told that i would get a whooping if i participated in any witchcraft

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

questions 1 and 47 for the ask game

Omg, thank you for asking!

Who is your comfort character?

Probably Hange for AOT or literally any character I find interesting because I continuously switch!

47. What is the last message you sent?

I was texting my dear mother and I was trying to tell her that I meant to say "Np" and said "No" so, there ya go!

Hopefully you enjoyed my answers!

9 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#4

Kakegurui Moodboards

Yumeko Jabami

Mary Saotome

See the full post

10 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#3

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAY!

11 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

#2

This is a reminder to detangle that black girl hair

Drink some water

Eat REAL and HEALTHY food

Self love and self care

Take a break

Take a shower (We all miss a day or two sometimes)

Do that one thing you've been meaning to do

Brush your teeth

Take all of those dishes out of your room sweetie, an ecosystem is growing and I'm afraid its the bad kind. Its affecting your mental state sweetheart.

22 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hi, can u do gojo x black reader smut?

This is my first anime related writing so, eeek! Gonna try to do what dej does, lmao.A bit of a self insert, my bad.Minors: DO NOT INTERACT!

Slapping sounds echoed off the wall as moans were forming in your throat, along with words your tired so desperately to speak but none were coming up as you were constantly being pounded into by the man under you; who could still muster up that damn smile while you unraveled above him.

He was mocking you and you know it.

It really was your fault after all, if you just shut your mouth up and got to know him better or hadn't spoke about him at all, neither of you would be in this situation.

𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬

"𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬.

𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴,𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱. 𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘱.

"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘺." 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰. "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺,𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰." 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"𝘈𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳!" 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥.

𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵?" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘞𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘰..." 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴.

He was curious about anything else you had to say, seeing as how you ended up in this position.

"Why you so quiet, huh?" Gojo asked, whispering in your ear.

"Speak up, you were talking about me earlier and now you can't even tell me to my face? That isn't like you." He said smiling as he watched you gather up any words to speak as tears glistened your cheek in frustration.

"You...already...heard what I said." You whined as another wave of pleasure had you on the edge of your damn mind.

"I wanna hear come from, tell me, why you hate me so much, hm?" He said in your face. He went quicker this time, wondering if you could speak with his cock going in and out of your damn organs. You could hear his grunting getting louder as he buried his face in your neck, he was so fucking close.

He grabbed your face and made you open your eyes to look at him, toes curling at the action as embarrassment flooded your body. He slowed, but not losing pace as he saw your lips pouting.

"Go ahead, look at.me and tell me all the things you hate about me." He said huskily with clouded eyes looking into yours as your face drew closer to his in exhaustion. Sitting up, you looked him in the eyes and moved your hips along his, not really wanting this to stop either way.

"I-I hate the way you walk around like rules don't apply to you,𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 " You said looking down at him teary eyed.

He was getting to you.

He went slightly faster as you held him closer. He kissed up your neck while you rambled, just meaningless words spilling from your mouth as you spiraled into the pleasure he was giving you. His vision was getting blurry as the muscles in his thighs tightened. The way your hips was slapping against was beginning to be unbearable, the moaning in his ears and your flustered fidgiting was just too much.

Faces mere centimeters apart and legs spread open while he grasped you for dear life with his hands under your shirt, practically welding his body into yours as you were so close but so damn far.

"I need you to go faster, please..." You whispered in his ear (which drove him crazy, there wasn't much he could do. He was rutting up as much as he could while you choked on your moans which turned into desperate whimpers. He grabbed the back of your head and closed the space between, lips grazing each other.

"Shit." He he said in a mere whisper as you were constantly milking him for everything he was worth, muffling your screams in his shoulder as you climaxed to your breaking point, not thinking straight you clutch around him desperately before he could lift you off of him as he came inside of you you with a long, breathy moan. He laid back in the chair while your head rested upon his chest as he caught his breath.

He sat up slowly while holding you against him, 𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱. He grasped your chin and tilted your head up to look him as he stared into your glossy eyes, thumb swiping across you bottom lip as it was your mouth that got them into this.

"You should talk more."

@sintiva @dejwrites

I hope you liked it!

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Tell us about Zoya

Zoya is my much prettier, smarter, and altogether more successful elder sister, and I follow in her shadow. When Zoya first announced that she was going to study in France, we all laughed, but it’s almost 10 years later now and she’s still there and still thriving, and I’m pretty sure that she’s the one laughing now. Zoya was born in Ukraine but I’ll always associate her with Iran; she embodies the Persian identity much better than I ever could, she’s bold and smooth and sensual and spoilt to hell and back, and she gets what she wants, when she wants it. Zoya moved to France for perfume and that’s what she’s still doing, she lives in her white lab coat and test tubes, and I think she couldn’t be living a better life than she is now. She’s the kind of woman who just takes wholehearted pleasure in life and love, and she doesn’t deny herself a drop of it; she relishes in herself and men pant over her. She’s completely ruthless and she doesn’t have time for half the stuff I put up with, she has a tiny group of girlfriends and an even tinier circle of admirers, and she’s always enjoying something that I could barely even dream about. Zoya is a born eldest daughter, she can manage all of the traditional dances and dishes that the rest of us couldn’t, and I call her up whenever I need any kind of advice. She’s engaged now and marrying in the depths of winter, and I’ve never in my life met a man more devoted than hers.