#vaala

[disorqer]

[yourdailyqueer]

Valentin Vaala (deceased)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: 13 October 1909  

RIP: 21 November 1976

Ethnicity: White - Russian

Nationality: Finnish

Occupation: Director, screenwriter, film editor

[grusinskayas]

Linnaisten vihreä kamari | The Green Chamber of Linnais (1945) dir. Valentin Vaala

[mi-a-mor]

You want glass skin, and,

Me, wants that brownish-golden glow on my skin when the sun is setting.

We're not the same but we're still girlies with different delusions 🩷🎀

[amatesura]

Laveata tietä (1931) | dir. Valentin Vaala

[therukurals]

இன்னிய தமிழ் புத்தாண்டு நல்வழ்த்துக்கள் தோழர்கள்.

Happy New Year 🎊

[odettejoyeux]

Hanna Taini in Green Gold/Vihreä Kulta (dir. Valentin Vaala, 1939).

[jeevanjali]

Sapne Me Ghoda Dekhna: सपने में घोड़े का दिखना शुभ है या अशुभ जानिए अर्थSapne Me Ghoda Dekhna: सनातन धर्म में स्वप्न शास्त्र का बहुत ही विशेष महत्व है। कुछ सपने मनुष्य जीवन के लिए शुभ और कुछ अशुभ माने जाते हैं। स्वप्न शास्त्र के अनुसार सपने में घोड़ा देखना बहुत अच्छा माना जाता है।

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Lords of Vaala Cover Art by Aldo Dominguez

[disorqer]

Totuus on armoton (1963)

[his-heart-hymns]

When Jane Austen wrote:

There is so little real friendship in the world.

And Ahmed faraz said in one of his Mushaira:

tum takalluf ko bhi iḳhlaas samajhte ho 'farāz' dost hota nahi har haath milane vaala.

Takalluf=formality ikhlaas= true friendship

Translation:You interpret formality as genuine friendship, Faraz, But not everyone who shakes hand is a true friend.

We all realized that not everyone we regarded as a loyal friend was genuinely our friend.

[grusinskayas]

Linnaisten vihreä kamari | The Green Chamber of Linnais (1945) dir. Valentin Vaala

[in-ankhon-ki-masti]

Neet wali ho?

Haan abhi 2024 vaala clear kara. Aap?

[amatesura]

Laveata tietä (1931) | dir. Valentin Vaala

[strangesmallbard]

VAALA'KIR was only a hatchling when Vlaakith ordered her crèche purged for losing a battle against the mindflayers. Before Vlaakith descended upon Crèche Vah'k'rel's nursey, her varsh sent as many youth as they could through dimension doors. Carried by the eldest youth, Vaala’s small group emerges a few miles from Waterdeep—far away from anything they knew. Or anyone.

After a harrowing encounter in the nearest village left the eldest dead and Vaala's face burned, the group fled into the Faraway Forest, relying on the moon's light to guide their path. That very night, the Moonmaiden sent the High Priestess in Waterdeep a dream; she awoke at dawn with a chill in her bones, an empty stomach, and the howls of a gnoll pack ringing in her ears.

When a group of clerics search the woods, they came back with gnoll pelts and the remaining gityhanki children, shivering and clinging to each other. Only little Vaala could be soothed to sleep at all, by the healing spell cast on her burns and the moonmotes dancing above their heads.

This is the story Vaala knows.

Today, she is a devoted Knight of the Half Moon—an order of Selûnite warriors who serve the High House of Stars in Waterdeep. Her sister is an accomplished moonknight, her brother a celebrated scholar, if a bit too enamored with heretical apocrypha. Like them, Vaala wants only to serve Selûne and fulfill the careful promises of her oath: protect the downtrodden, stay honorable, show mercy, and punish the wicked, all in her goddess’ name. Prove to so many distrusting eyes that she is no cruel daughter of gith, despite her origins.

Fulfilling her oath becomes complicated, however, when Sharrans murder her sister. It becomes even more complicated when Vaala volunteers for a mission in Baldur's Gate, wanting to escape the burning anger in her gut. When so many of those suspicious reports prove true and Vaala wakes up on a nautiloid ship. When one of Vlaakith's warriors—proud and ruthless and everything she swore she'd never be and real, real, real—declares her an ally.

When the woman she saves from the mindflayer pod asks "Why would you help me?" and Vaala only notices the distrust in her eyes after realizing how beautiful they are. When a harsh red light suddenly illuminates the symbol on her chest.

[qalbofnight]

main jab bhi zindagi ki chilchilati dhoop mein tap kar,

main jab bhi doosron ke aur apne jhoot se thak kar,

main sab se lad ke khud se haar ke jab bhi us ek kamre mein jaata tha,

vo halke aur gahre katthai rangon ka ik kamra vo behad mehrbaan kamra jo apni narm mutthi mein mujhe aise chhupa leta tha jaise koi maan bachche ko aanchal mein chhupa le ,

pyaar se daante ye kya aadat hai jalti dopahar mein maare maare ghoomte ho tum,

vo kamra yaad aata hai dabeez aur khaasa bhaari kuchh zara mushkil se khulne vaala vo sheesham ka darwaaza,

ki jaise koi akkhad baap apne khurdure seene mein shafqat ke samundar ko chhupaye ho ,

vo kursi aur us ke saath vo judvaan bahan us ki vo donon dost thin meri ,

vo ik gustaakh munh-phat aaina jo dil ka achchha tha vo behangam si almaari jo kone mein khadi ik boodhi anna ki tarah aaine ko tambih karti thi ,

vo ik gul-daan nanha sa bahut shaitaan un dinon pe hansta tha daricha ya zehanat se bhari ik muskurahat aur dariche par jhuki vo bel koi sabz sargoshi,

kitaben taaq mein aur shelf par sanjida ustani bani baithin magar sab muntazir is baat ki main un se kuchh poochhun,

sirhane neend ka saathi thakan ka chaara-gar vo narm-dil takiya main jis ki god mein sar rakh ke chhat ko dekhta tha,

chhat ki kadiyon mein na jaane kitne afsaonon ki kadiyan thin vo chhoti mez par aur saamne deewaar par aavezan tasveeren mujhe apnaiyat se aur yaqeen se dekhti thin muskurati thin unhein shak bhi nahin tha ek din main un ko aise chhod jaoonga ,

main ik din yun bhi jaoonga ki phir vaapas na aaoonga,

main ab jis ghar mein rehta hoon bahut hi khoobsoorat hai magar aksar yahan khaamosh baitha yaad karta hoon vo kamra baat karta tha.,