#yatra world

[inmyworldblr]

Yatra (2006) | dir. Goutam Ghose

[subby-sab]

Today is 7th of July.

Today is World Chocolate Day, National Dora Day, National Macaroni Day, Rath Yatra.

[motherlandindiaholidays]

Chardham yatra package cost from Ahmedabad

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[trippinsorrows]

dos oruguitas + au

authors note: just a short, random thing i came up with heavily based upon this ask as well as some others! it's just a 'what if' thing based off the two main characters from 'looking through your eyes'

words: 1.7k

warnings: angst and fluff

song inspo: dos oruguitas by sebastián yatra

Loving her was never the problem. That was easy. An almost second nature thing that Roman happened to stumble upon out of nowhere. The same way he serendipitously stumbled upon her. Young. Beautiful. So full of life. He found his initial interest rooted in her art, pieces that so beautifully depicted her home, a small village off of Isla Mujeres, tucked away from the busy hustle and bustle of the island. 

Never was he one to gravitate to art, anything remotely close to the arts. But hers….it always called to him, the same way her soft giggle seemed to travel across the room and land his eyes on her, her smile so beautiful and focused on someone other than him, an ounce of jealousy arriving at this lack of being on the receiving end of an angel. Ten seconds of knowing her existence, and he was already spellbound. 

That’s what she did to him. What she’s always done to him.

Her hand moves up his bare chest. Soft, full lips that he could kiss until the end of time press against his pectoral muscle. Laying here in bed with her, both naked and exhausted from lovemaking, there is no dilemma. No internal struggle. It’s just him. It’s just her. The world outside is a separate entity that doesn’t exist when she’s in his arms like this.

In her, he’s found a respite from the chaotic, violent life he’s lived. Almost forty years worth of trauma, of blood, sweat, and tears. And all it takes is a smile and laugh to almost instantly wash away the pain, strip away scars he always thought were permanent. 

“What are you thinking about?”

So much and yet nothing. He’d love to clear his brain, to store away the forever recycling to-do list he walks around with as the head of the table. Would love to be able to enjoy the break he’s found in being with her these past few months. But, he can’t, he can’t because as beautiful as the time spent with her has been, it’s coming to an end that he can’t allow himself to think too much about.

He’ll back out. Find some sort of reason to either delay or avoid the inevitable. And it’s selfish. A selfish thing to do because her mother was right. 

He doesn’t deserve her.

She’s too good for him. Too pure for his world. He’ll stomp out her light eventually and leave her with that same gaping hole created in him so long ago. Roman doesn’t want that for her. Can’t bear the thought of desecrating her innocence.

“Nothing.” To lie to her is painful, but to tell her the truth is an almost unbearable thought.

She lifts her head, chin on his chest, eyes focused on him, the moonlight seeping through the window highlighting the light brown of her irises. “Liar. I can hear you.”

There’s a tug in Roman’s chest. So well. In such a short time, she’s learned him so well. The same way he’s learned her. Learned her likes. Her dislikes. The spots that make her scream his name a little louder, spots to touch that make her nails dig a little deeper in his back. The same way she’s learned him, knowing when he’s come to visit her with the weight of the world. A weight she selflessly strives to help him carry, always encouraging him to talk with her, to lay with her, to find comfort in her arms as much as she finds in his. 

“Nothing.” He strokes her back, another tidbit he’s learned she enjoys. Touch. She enjoys his touch. Craves it. Almost as much as he craves the feel of her body against his. “You worry too much about me.”

It’s said with a lightness reserved for only her, but a truth nonetheless. He sees it, the furrow of her brow, the way she reaches to stroke his face, kissing his nose as she murmurs something in Spanish.

Spanish….

It brings on a memory. A few weeks back. She’d asked for him to take her to another part of her home country, a place where they could be together without the fear of being spotted. Without her overprotective brother and anxious mother finding out about their continued courting.

Well, to her knowledge, it was still a secret. But, Roman knows better. Every word spoken by her mother dripping with an aching truth he can’t think too much about, as he opts to lean deeper into the memory.

A local artist singing a song in his native language, Solana leaned back into his protective embrace, that breathtaking smile on her happy face as she translates for him. 

“Ay, oruguitas. Don’t you hold on too tight. Both of you know, it’s your time to grow…..”

He hums against her, kissing her cheek and asking, “what is that?”

Her smile deepens as she turns to look at him. “Butterflies.”

Roman says nothing at first, but it’s a fitting thing. An accurate description of just whatever this is he feels when he’s with her. “Butterflies….”

She nods, turning her focus back to the artist while he focuses more on the art in his arms. “It’s about two people falling in love but eventually having to let each other go.” Her smile gradually dims, and Roman is ready to move heaven and earth to bring it back. She turns into him, hands planted on his chest. “Roman….promise me we’ll stay together.” Her eyes lift to his, pleading and emotional. “I don’t care what anyone says about us. Not my mother. Not my brother. I–I love you, and—and I’m going to be with you. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll move back to America with you.”

His deep voice is thick with emotion he’s grateful the other patrons are not privy to, much too invested in the performance on stage versus the one happening in the back of the crowd. “This is your home, Solana.”

She shakes her head, lifting her hand to his chest, placing it over his heart. “My home is here. With you.” He shuts his eyes, so torn, feeling so deeply in only a way she can cause him to feel. “Promise me, Roman.”

The second repeating is firmer, more desperate, her need undeniable. It matches his own.

It’s all so complicated. Her family’s hatred of him, of who he is and what he does. His family’s mounting pressure to marry, to create an heir to carry on his legacy, to marry someone who is within the Bloodline allies. 

Solana is not.

She would never get his family’s approval, most definitely not his parents or the elders. 

The same way he’ll never have hers.

And yet, the words come out of his mouth without hesitation.

“I promise.” Never has he broken a vow, failed to live up to a promise, but there’s something in the pit of his stomach that makes him feel like that streak has just been broken with two words. It’s dulled, just ever so slightly as he lowers his lips to her. “I love you, Solana…..”

The memory is bittersweet, representing both the cementing of their love and the beginning stages of their damnation. 

Her mother’s words circle back around, creating a new kind of memory, a warning he would be wise to heed to. 

A prayer.

“I risked so much to take my children from hell, and yet you want to drag her back down there with you.” Her voice shakes with a conviction he admires to some extent, despite the cruel words she throws his way. “I’ve always prayed she would never end up with a man like her father. And yet here you are, somehow worse.”

He would never admit it, never confess the slap of pain that brings. Roman knows he’s a monster, knows he’s far from a saint, but he would never raise his hand to a woman or child the way Solana told him her family was abused.

He’s killed men for less than that.

“You're no good for my daughter, and you know it. Only heartache and pain awaits her by being with you. And it’s even worse now because you’ve made her fall in love with you.” Nina, a still beautiful woman who he sees Solana in, moves closer, hugging her shawl closer around her body. “If you love my daughter the way you claim to, let her go. Please.” She continues, twisting that jagged knife deeper. “What life awaits her with you? Hmm? She’ll never be safe. Your enemies will always go after her first and whatever family you two decide to make. She doesn’t deserve that, and you know it.”

He does know it. 

He still does.

Solana shifts next to him, moving up to kiss his cheek, her fingers caressing his beard. “Well, I’m here to listen when you’re ready, papi.” His eyes shut, and she laughs already knowing the reaction the term will evoke from him. 

“You call me that again, and I’m gonna remind you why you started in the first place.” Roman already knows how she’ll respond, the brief look of bashfulness followed by a mischievous smile as she goads him.

And sure enough, Solana ghosts her lips over his, her hand moving up to his shoulder as she anchors her body over his. “Papi…..”

All resolve is broken as he kisses her, passionate and strong, just as the overwhelming love he has for her. 

If only that was enough. If only it could withstand the countless impenetrable barriers between them. But, it’s not. He’s not sure what could, but right now, staring into her beautiful eyes, hearing her equally beautiful moans as he makes sweet love to her, he doesn’t care.

That is for tomorrow. A different day. Not now. 

Not tonight. Tonight he’ll just hold her. He’ll hold her and love her. Love her until the love becomes not enough, until the weight of reality cripples him to the point where has no point but to let her go. 

Because as he said, loving her was never the problem.

Loving her enough to leave her…..that’s the problem.

Dos Oruguitas

[talonabraxas]

"Vishnu" ॐ Talon Abraxas

“Om Namo Narayanaya”

Narayanaya Om

This mantra is one of the most sacred and is frequently used in prayers, worship, yoga exercises, and meditation. Sanskrit hymns of eight syllables are sometimes referred to as Ashtakshara Mantra, or the eight-lettered invocation. It is believed to be so terrifying that several intellectuals and great individuals throughout history have gone to tremendous lengths merely to get initiation into the chanting from saints, spiritual leaders, and preceptors.

The mantra “Om Namo Narayanaya” calls Narayana, the ultimate protector, and makes a reverent bow to him. Even though it only means “I bow to Lord Narayana,” the connotation is profound nonetheless. The word “Om” is used to begin the invocation. This word’s sound vibration is timeless, acts as the foundation for all living creatures and non-living objects in the cosmos, and vibrates through every tiny particle of a single physical body as well as the vast universe. The singing of this mantra, which is hailed as the global sound, may produce vibrations that are all-pervasive and are considered to have tremendous potency and supernatural qualities. The phrase “Namo” is used to greet the Lord after that, and the mantra ends by accepting the holy name Narayana with the utmost reverence.

The Lord’s name has a special meaning. Although the term “Nara” often refers to a “human person,” it may also denote “water.” The word “Ayana” can refer to both the “ultimate objective” and the “resting place.” Narayana is said to be sleeping on the wide ocean at Vaikunta, his home, as is well known. Saints and seers therefore understand the term “Narayanaya” as the ultimate goal and last resting place that every soul or living thing strives towards.

Chanting’s Advantages

It can cause the confluence of sound and mind when recited precisely, with dedication, and with trust, resulting in the experience of divine consciousness and eternal serenity. Additionally, it is said that repeating the phrase 108 times while using prayer beads might help you reap its full advantages.

“Om Namo Narayanaya” is sometimes referred to as the “mantra of peace.” Reciting it may eliminate ignorance and unfavourable feelings like ego, wrath, and greed; remove barriers and diversion; and produce peace, calm, and love. Thus, this hymn is a very good candidate to serve as the slogan for world peace.

[aythor-writes]

Valentine's Bundle!

↳ Spencer Reid — 【🌹】 ❝Straight out of the movies.❞

Spencer Reid would consider himself a logical man. He knew the driving force behind most holidays was purely economic — Valentine's Day was no exception. That didn't stop the genius from finding himself captured by the spirit of the holiday. He was a bit of a romantic at heart, but he made peace with the fact he would celebrate it alone. That's what he thought up until a few months ago, when he started dating again.

【𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠】

Valentine’s Day is a consumerist holiday.

Spencer knew this very well, could recite the statistics that backed up such a statement. He knew the ups and downs of how the holiday functioned under the rule of capitalism. He knew it was devoid of any real emotion connection.

But wow did he love it.

He was a romantic at heart — those soap operas he watched really did a number on his view of love. A whole day dedicated to the concept of love — the subtle glances, the kisses under the rain, the passionate I love you’s — sounded right up his alley.

He often imagined what it would be like to experience that; a love so deep, so raw and all-consuming, that it shook the foundations of the very world. It wasn’t possible according to natural laws, but when has love ever followed nature’s demands?

He thought it would all happen in his fantasies, that the love he wished he could experience was simply one for the movies or dramatic series finales. He’s a lanky, nerdy, decidedly un-athletic guy; he’s capable of rambling for hours on end, finishes puzzles in under ten minutes, and spent his younger years coaching — not playing on — a basketball team.

Surely he wouldn’t get a Valentine this year, right?

That’s what he thought before getting involved with {{user}}.

He didn’t know how or why, but he had managed to charm the office beauty. {{user}} was dashing, captivating the attention of anyone who laid their eyes on that face. Confident, kind, and a little flirty, he’d never imagined their romantic lives would intertwine like they did.

{{user}} was a bit of a romantic. Maybe Spencer’s wishful sighs and yearning expression sparked some ideas, maybe it was a natural quality.

Either way, he certainly didn’t mind.

Not when he had been woken up with breakfast and a beautiful bouquets of his favorite flowers. It’s like all his soap opera dreams were coming true. He didn’t know what to say, positively swooning at the heartfelt gesture. He swears, every day he falls deeper in love with his beloved.

“This is…for me?”

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↳ Spencer Reid — 【🌹】 ❝How to look at you...❞

Now Playing: "Como Mirarte" by Sebastián Yatra

Spencer found the greatest love of his life too soon. His path, his calling in life, was joining the ranks of the FBI. However, the one he yearned for couldn't follow. With a heavy heart, he hugged his feelings goodbye and packed up his tears in a carry-on as he watched the life he knew get smaller and smaller from the plane window. One Valentine's Day, years after that fateful goodbye, a knock on his door brings back burried feelings.

【𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠】

Spencer loathed the day of love.

He didn’t use to, in fact, he used to think of Valentine’s Day as his guilty pleasure. The romance genre of any medium was like his kryptonite. Don’t get him wrong, he was a man of science first and foremost, but there was something so captivating about love; In it’s purest form, love deserved to be celebrated as something beautiful.

That fascination was partially because of {{user}}, a friend he met in university and whom had been the love of his life ever since.

They weren’t together together, but it was clear there were mutual feelings. Playful flirting, subtle touches, looking when the other wasn’t; it was clear to everyone around them the two were in love. Two souls intertwined together.

However, all good things must come to an end.

Spencer wished he could say it was someone’s fault, that he was being distant or that {{user}} was simply leading him on. That way, he’d have something tangible to blame for the separation. Instead, the best news of his life affected his best relationship.

Both of them were happy Spencer had a shot at being FBI. He was more than qualified to be a brilliant agent and help save lives. He made up his mind quite quick, he’d leave for Virginia as soon as he could. {{user}}, for the first time in Spencer’s life, couldn’t follow.

When they hugged goodbye, Spencer didn’t want to let go.

Fast forward a few years, and now he absolutely hated the holiday. How could he celebrate a day dedicated to love when his one and only was left as a memory? It seems the day agreed with him, as heavy rainfall started to flood the streets. Great, damped his mood even more.

He was about to head back to bed, maybe finish that one journal he couldn’t find the time to, when he heard a knock at his door. It was faint, drowned out by the rain smashing against the window, but he heard it.

He wasn’t in the mood to deal with pranks, especially today, so he opened the door more than ready to less-than politely tell them to leave.

“Listen, whoever you are, get lo—“

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↳ Spencer Reid — 【🌹】 ❝Dear future spouse!❞

Now playing: "Dear Future Husband" by Meghan Trainor Something was up with Spencer Reid's partner. They've been vague, distant in a way that ticked off Spencer's profiler instincts. Small doubts about just how faithful his beloved was being began to set in, prompting the worried man to look through the other's stuff. However, instead of flirty messages or a phone number scribbled on a napkin, the doctor found a ring box; home to a beautiful, dazzling ring that presented his initials.

【𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠】

{{user}} was acting strange.

That’s the first thing Spencer noticed when the other got home. No kiss, no hug, not even a polite smile! Just a mumbled ‘hi sweetheart’ before disappearing into their shared room.

Now, Spencer wasn’t supposed to think much of it. If he were any other man named Spencer Reid, he would’ve assumed work had taken a toll on {{user}}’s energy and left it at that. But Spencer wasn’t any other man, Spencer was a profiler. For weeks, he noticed how much time the other away. Coming back home with a giddy smile and relaxed posture, it was hard not to jump to conclusions. It’s not his fault he got suspicious, it was in his job description to be so!

The next time he was left home alone, he would look for evidence.

Looking through the other’s cabinets, closet, under the bed, in the bathroom — anywhere. He was determined to find something to quell his worries — or amplify them, he just needed some type of closure. After finding nothing, which wasn’t the relief it was meant to be, he decided to check the drawers one last time.

And he found something!

A small, black box in the shape of a cube, easily fitting in the palm of his hand. As he opened it, his eyes widened in surprise at what he saw. A beautiful ring was sitting on the cushioned inside. The gemstone was radiant, clearly recently polished and picked carefully. As he inspected the ring, he caught a glimpse of some engravings that instantly made his heart burst. S.R

It was for him. {{user}} was proposing.

He couldn’t believe it was real. Sure, he’s been hinting at possibly getting married for months now, but he didn’t expect to get his wish so soon. All those carefully planted moments where he'd "casually" bring up his favorite type of gemstone were not in vain! They were getting engaged — for real! He would’ve celebrated, if he didn’t hear the front door opening. He had to hide his enthusiasm, the last thing he wanted was to ruin his own proposal.

“{{user}}! Welcome home!” He greeted, trying not to sound as elated as he was.

[tytarax2]

Song: Una Noche sin Pensar by Sebastian Yatra

The moon casts a silver glow over the deserted beach, the soft crash of the waves filling the still night air. The world feels far away as you stand there with him, the warm breeze gently tousling your hair. His hand is on your waist, firm but tender, guiding you closer to the water’s edge.

Tonight is different. There’s no need for words, no need to think—just the raw, unspoken connection that lingers between you both. He’s been patient, letting the tension build as the two of you have danced around this moment all night. Now, standing under the stars, the weight of everything that’s happened between you both feels distant, left behind with the world you’re momentarily escaping.

"You don’t need to hold back tonight," he says, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver through you. His grip tightens slightly, his gaze intense as he looks down at you. "Let it all go."

You nod, feeling the way your body responds to his words, the trust you’ve placed in him as he takes control. There’s something freeing about it—about not having to think, just to follow. His hands move with deliberate intent, trailing lightly down your arm before pulling you closer against him.

The sound of the waves crashing behind you fades as your heart pounds in your chest. His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Tonight is for us," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "No one else. Nothing else."

You can feel the unspoken promise in his words, the reassurance that, for this one night, the world can fall apart, and it won’t matter. Because here, with him, nothing is broken.

Without warning, he pulls you into the water, the warmth of the ocean lapping at your ankles as you stumble slightly, but he steadies you, his hold unyielding. "Trust me," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "I’m going to remind you of everything we are."

There’s no room for doubt as his hands explore your skin, possessive yet tender, like he’s piecing together every part of you that’s been shattered. You surrender to him completely, letting him take the lead, knowing that in this moment, you’re safe in his hands.

As the cool water swirls around you, he presses his forehead to yours, his voice barely a whisper. "No one will ever have what we have."

Kinktober

[chand-ki-priyatama]

Ek khat ek captain dost ke naam

@paapi I friend you for life

Your name "MAYUR" typically matches your personality , the elegant, regal and disciplined vibes you give off damn....

I'll nickname you "WILLOW" the reason well...

And your communication skills , accent , vocabulary , please don't mind but I wanna steal all that bw I already told you this have'nt I ???

Although I can express all this on a call or text too but , I am a writer (Aisa mujhe lagta hai) and writers don't speak or write they bleed ink on paper , so these are my feelings for you in the form of a letter....

So ye khat aapke naam from your friend Kaya ek kaviyitri aur lekhika....

You are the only one who actually understood my persona rather than trying to change it....

Someone who feels like a mentor

Someone who is a therapist to me (I am sorry but I had to write this)

Dear Peacock Mayur,

I hope this letter finds you in good health , I never nicknamed you again cause the one I gave you didn't approve it , but you attribute alot to a willow , The willow tree symbolizes flexibility . A big part of your purpose in this world is to learn, grow, and evolve through challenging times of adversity. The willow tree is capable of bending in outrageous poses without snapping..... And that's you these are the attributes of your personality....

I still vividly remember how we first interacted on the server , when you were praising me in the rp server and then me as usual talking about shivji and you saying about mahakaleshwar and yeah ofc the chaar dhaam yatra.... You know you can sponsor my chaar dhaam I won't mind

And then making a Spotify blend with you just to get a 99 percent match like damn I never get this high match with anyone still it would have been 100 percent if not for Kpop cause I don't listen to that music....

And then having a VC with you and the first thought I had after listening your voice , how can someone have such a beautiful voice truly euphonious and your accent let's not go there otherwise this letter would end in me fan-girling....

I just love to interact with you like how can someone be so mature and understanding....

And kindly drop the secrets cause I am in dire need of being mature.....

"You are someone who's existence will always be dear to me"

Our friendship was something which I didn't even expect and it was something I could never even think of but yeah the most beautiful friendships are unexpected.....

We are always together in everything although not physically but whenever you see the stars and moon remember that they bind me together with everyone and whenever you feel alone just look at them somewhere I am doing that too...

They bind me to you

You are one of the most supportive person out there , I mean whenever I talk to you it doesn't feel as if I only know you for days....

You feel like koi fariyad song soft melody after tiring rock music....

How can someone be so perfect in every sense I mean how....

I won't associate you with a fictional character , cause you are a like a man written by a woman, perfect in every sense...

These are your vibes according to me :-

I still have alot to know about you.... yeah I know I speak so much that you don't get the turn to speak....

You know how I am talkative af , clingy , moody , irritating and to an extent thodi si nakchadi hu but that's how I am , I know I irritate you alot but that's how I am and that's why people leave me , so sorry for all the times when I irritated you....

And yeah I will throw a kdrama at you although I don't watch any except one which I only know so I'll throw king the land at you cause that's the only I have watched and I dare you to do what you said I'll not spare you.....

Now imagine we met and you know my obsession with Polaroids so think these pics as them...

I know deep down somedays you might also feel as if you are alone as if things are not going the way you want them to , somedays you might also feel pretty exhausted but just remember that its life ups and downs are bound to come , you'll always be a part of my prayers....

If you were a colour I'd say you as sage green cause people with sage green personalities Often are found to be perfectionists, with the great admiration for details. That is why they tend to be good researchers. Winning arguments comes easy to them and their strong-willed character makes them unwilling to accept the authority..... And yeah according to me you have all these traits....

अजीब दास्ताँ है ये कहाँ शुरू कहाँ ख़तम

I associate these lyrics to our friendship cause as I said unexpected in a way which I didn't imagine....

You are one of the most sweetest , kindest and beautiful being I ever met....

Last few days were tough for me so thank you for always being there for me and supporting me throughout....

I lost my faith in friendship way too early but thanks to you and few others that you revived it....

I don't know after writing this too I feel I am short of words , you have been there for me , for you friendships like this might not matter that much but for me it's something I'll cherish forever cause these aren't little things when I'll look back they'll be very beautiful memories....

Now imagine me playing a guitar and singing this song to you...

"Will you take a moment?

Promise me this

That you'll stand by me forever

But if, God forbid, fate should step in

And force us into a Goodbye

If you have children someday

When they point to the pictures

Please tell them my name

Long live the walls we crashed through

I had the time of my life with you"

I'll dedicate these lyrics to you.....

Just so you know I love you to the moon and back and will always appreciate and cherish your existence and our friendship.....

I'll dedicate these songs to you and it's voice notes well I'll send them to you....

Now I think I have spoken enough

So signing off Willow aka peaco Mayur

With love always

Kaya 💗

[glaciertea]

Masterlist here

Tales the Songs Weave

Ch.25<< >>Ch.27

Notes: Taking a peek into a therapy session for Miguel.

Chapter 26: Spreaded Wings in the Winds

Word count: 2.7k

Shades are drawn down, and a lone lamp covers most of the area that the person sitting adjacent to the hulking man needs.

Time was ticking, and so were his thoughts. His eyes always looked at the ceiling, but today he chose the ground, taking in the sounds of flipping pages or tapping on a screen. 

She was efficient, but Dr. Penelope never makes him feel like he's some sort of guinea pig to be studied under some microscope. He was always grateful for that.

“I'm always ready to continue on. Now that I know I'm not necessarily confined to this one singular event, I want to venture on, but there's these moments where I look up to the sky, waiting for that bleak, multicolored death.”

There was a slight pause. “Have the nightmares been coming back from the last time we spoke, Mr. O'hara?”

His eyes closed for a second, and he enjoyed the silence before fluttering them back open.

“I did have a couple.”

“How many in the span of two weeks?”

He tilted his head. “Maybe three? Four? Between three and five.”

She notes it down and reviews older observations. “And I assume you've been practicing the exercises?”

“Yes. She helps me out when need be, but I've been mostly trying for myself.”

“And you've expressed your concerns about Mrs. O'Hara attempting to jump in when you want to practice it alone, like I've asked, right?”

He softly laughed. “Yes, she gets worried every time, but I told her it does make me slightly more nervous if she tries to intervene sometimes, so she understood and will let me be if needed.”

“That's good. Now, have these nightmares been related to your thoughts about the world disappearing?”

He's glad to have gotten used to that clock. At first, it was the most obnoxious and irritating noise in the world or in all of the multiverse.

But now, it's a strange comfort.

“Yes. Because it switches between Gabriella and mi Lun- my wife. Or there are moments where the two merge, and I'm doing everything in my power to keep them alive.”

Miguel fidgets with his wedding band, twisting it back and forth. Soft breathing matches up with the clicking of time.

“Would you like to discuss the most recent one?”

Biting his tongue, he debates. Dr. Penelope places the notebook to the side, providing that much-needed space.

“This time, they were together. Not merged, but separate. Mi osi- Gabi, was holding her hand, and they both had this look of calmness to them. Like they were... happy.” More twisting of the ring. “The world around us was disintegrating, and I was screaming, begging, and commanding them to stop standing there and let me get them to safety.” 

A pregnant pause, then a long sigh. “But they kept smiling. Hand in hand, smiling and telling me it's going to be okay. That things were going to be okay.”

“Did you still try to run for them?”

He shook his head. “I—I didn't.” He swallowed back the lump, the stinging settling in. “My brain was hounding me to ignore what they were saying, that they didn't understand the danger they were in, but my body... My body decided to stay rooted to the ground. I couldn't move a muscle; I could only watch as the colors came closer and closer. I needed to save them, but... but I didn't.”

The pen scratched on the pad. “It sounds like you were in a battle with yourself. The internal conflict of being at war with oneself.”

Miguel hummed. A mixture of needing to repair these infringements or allow the problems to heal naturally without integrating himself into a mess that's technically not his fault.

“I feel as though the control that's been primarily dominant has been shifted. I have my moments where I feel indecisive, and I can never feel if that's a good thing or not.”

She wrote something down and nodded to let him continue.

“When I get that way, I don't feel that resonating anger. I do feel hopeless in a sense when it's out of my control. Like the other day, when mi Lu- ah, my wife, was cooking up chicken in the oven, she needed to bend over to get something.

“Now this was before she forced me to go sit down and relax, as I didn't want her standing on her feet for so long, but I was willing to compromise.”

“And what was that conclusion you came to?” A click of a pen.

“If she really needed help, she would call for me. But here's the thing about mi coraz- my wife. She can be unyielding at times. Trying to redirect her is like trying to stop an unstoppable train heading full force into a wall.” A smile was on his face. 

“Once her mind is set on something, she will do it. She won't ever say it out loud, but I can tell when she's thinking it.” 

A shift in the seat. “So when I saw her struggling, my brain went to ‘make her sit down, whether she likes it or not. She is clearly straining herself.’ And I went into it with that mindset I wanted to suppress, but it got to me.”

Dr. Penelope was scribbling down on her notepad when she turned back to him. “Your aspect to garner that control?”

“Yes. I did manage to talk myself down, but by the time I was over there, she was already sending me back with the item in question in her hand.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I think my problem is that I'm still not used to not doing everything. I do have someone who is willing to help and even take some of these burdens and blame off of me when something goes wrong.”

He lays back.

“I believe that my mind keeps wanting something to go wrong. Not like a small glass of milk spilling on the ground. That's a mess anyone can clean up, but something more devastating.”

More notes are being jotted, typed, and jotted. He always amused him when she used both the holopad and a generic pen and paper.

“Do you think it'll be a fatalistic outcome?” 

“I don't think it's that. Possibly? More like anything that can go wrong will go wrong.”

“Murphy's law.”

“Yes. That's the one. I'm aware it's a morose, fatalistic view, but that's the philosophy that wants to keep sneaking in. It might be a fatalistic look when I say it in the open.”

Dr. Penelope removed her glasses and scooted up in her chair, folding her hands in her lap. “Did you know that the law has been skewed?”

“It has?”

“Mhm. The original saying got misinterpreted by somebody. An air force was conducting research on high-speed jets, and Murphy griped about some of the technicians. He originally said, “If there's any way they can do it wrong, they will.” Eventually, it began to spread around the base, stating that if things go wrong, it's Murphy's law, and here we are.

“But funny enough, he later stated that it was meant to be ‘If it can happen, it will;’ in a more motivational sense, not the latter. Because, guess what? That mindset they held that not everything would go wrong, but it could go wrong, worked, as there is now safety in the skies and on the roads we drive.

“The truth is, things may go wrong; it will happen, but there will be those who keep trying to find that positive component. It's all about how you go about these things. It's more of a motivational perception that many don't realize. It's how you handle those situations.”

“I've been told that by two important people.”

“I can take a guess, but we will discuss that another day.” 

She went over her notes and took several seconds to cross-examine from the screen to the paper. She turned to the clock and nodded her head. 

“For your homework, I would like for you to take someone's word when they assure you they have something under lock and key. The only time you may intervene is if they are actively expressing their need for any help.”

His fangs popped out along with a grunt. “I will try my best.”

“That's the best thing you can strive for.”

The twinkling jingle alerted them that it was the end of the session. Miguel sat up and stretched his back; a satisfying pop drifted in his ears.

“Would you like to add more time for today?”

They were over their usual forty-five minutes, and he needed to get home. 

“No, not today. Thank you, though.”

“Of course, I will see you at the same time next week, right?”

“Yes, I will be here. And if I don't, she will make sure I'm here front and center.”

A wispy chuckle parted from her. “I know she will. By the way, how is Mrs. O'Hara coming along? I think I last asked about her a few weeks ago.”

“Seven months in. She's trying and fighting, but I can tell she has moments where she's ready to reach in and rip it out herself.”

“I don't blame her. Do you know what the gender will be?”

He shook his head. “Keeping it a surprise; besides, I don't think we really care; we just want the baby to be thriving and happy.”

There was fondness behind that lopsided grin. “It's been a process, but I can surely say I have seen the progress made, Mr. O'hara.”

“You can?”

“Mhm. From when you first got in touch with me, I felt that apprehension in your voice. Then, when you came in for the first appointment, I will never forget that.”

“Yeah, she did most of the talking for me.” A mutual laugh.

“She did, but you did find your own voice, as we wouldn't be here now.”

He did with the much-needed push.

“Do you believe you've made progress?”

He blinked, claws folded, his forearms resting on parts of his thighs and knees. “I…”

He was transported into that spaceless void, and the only thing in sight was the question.

Has he developed and improved over time? He's never really thought about it.

Dr. Penelope scooted back into her chair, ready to hear any of his thoughts.

It was still for about two minutes.

“I think I have.” His heavy brows lowered, ready to jump back into the mindscape, when Dr. Penelope waved her hand.

“See this as extra credit. It's not mandatory, but it's there if you'd like. Think about how you progressed over the course of time. Rather, it may be one week or a full year; see how far you have come. You may ask fellow friends, your wife, or whoever, but most importantly, I want you to take into account how much you have grown and accomplished.”

There must be growth within him. “Yes ma'am. Thank you, Dr. Penelope.”

“No need to thank me; this is for you. I'll see you next week, Mr. O'Hara. And tell Mrs. O'Hara, I said hello.”

“I will. Have a good rest of your day.”

Stepping out of her office and into HQ, Miguel debated if he should go through the building and talk to the others, or take it easy on himself and chat with them another day.

Taking his watch out, he checked the time and the location to make sure it was set to home.

“I think I'll give myself ten minutes here. Yeah, I can do that.” And with that, he made his way down the long corridor.

• • •

Swishing to the beat of the song, a low buzz didn't keep the same notes or try to harmonize with it. It did add a visionary ambience as you thought of a multitude of swirling colors and shapes.

“Mi Luna.” You could hear the tiny smile in his voice.

“Mi Estrella.” He could definitely hear the giant, sizable grin in yours.

You placed a pot filled with uncooked rice in the sink and waddled to turn to your husband, arms held out.

“Chicken teriyaki and jasmine rice?” Miguel sauntered over, delicately pulling you into a hug, minding your protruding belly.

“With fresh cabbage, squash, and carrots.” 

“Mm, suena muy delicioso.” He placed a lingering kiss on your forehead until he made his way down to his knees.

“No me olvidé de ti, mi pequeña estrella fugaz.” He rested his palms on either side of your stomach, planting tiny kisses all over. “Mis galaxias.” His lips stayed for a few more seconds before standing up.

“How did it go?”

“It was pretty nice. It took a minute to get back into it, but it went well. And Dr. Penelope says hello. But how have you two been doing? Have they been giving you any trouble?”

His fingers dipped to your underbelly, diligently massaging any harboring pain.

“Besides the many cases of flutters and the endless, rampant kicks, it's been going okay today. I think they might have tired themselves out. I swear, I'm going to put them in kickboxing or track and field.”

“If they have my speed, good luck with the second option.”

You blew a raspberry at him, causing him to crack up laughing. 

Going back to the rice and cleaning it, Miguel took in the rushing faucet, your voice droning, following a note to the next from the current song, and the peaceful atmosphere of birds chirping and winds breezing from the opened window he now spotted.

His heart was at ease.

“Mother keeps hounding me about the gender of the baby. My gosh. One call claiming it's for an update, when in reality it becomes a thirty-minute lecture about the ‘importance of knowing your baby's gender,’ and blah, buh-blah. I'm shocked it's been her; it's usually dad who does those weird ramblings, but–”

“Mi Luna, do you think I've progressed?”

You turned the water off, tilting your head up to him. “Do I think you've progressed?”

“Si. I'm sorry for interrupting you.”

“No, no, it's okay. I would rather rant about that later on. Now on to your question.” You were facing him again, arms folded over your stomach. “Do I think Mr. Miguel O'Hara has progressed? In the past month or year and a half?”

“Year and a half.”

“Hmm, let me think.” You purposely ran your pointer over your wedding band and looked to the ceiling. “You say what's on your mind a lot more easily; you still hold things in, but everyone is allowed to keep some thoughts and sentiments to themselves.”

You winked, making you both grin. “You have gotten a lot more patient. An example will be whenever Peter or Ronnie call and start their craziness. I notice you exude that forbearance, which is really good.”

A thumbs-up, but Miguel knew you weren't done. “You still have moments, but you do ease up on yourself if something goes wrong.” You bob your head and tap your chin.

“You have gotten to understand your self-worth more, and it's so amazing watching you get here and continue to grow every day.”

That warming smile was always there as you took his hands and had him put them on your belly, your hands on top of his. “You have progressed so much, mi Estrella. I am so happy for you, and I will continue to be no matter what. I will walk down the path with you every step of the way. My star is seeing that he is bright and wanted like the others.”

Thud.

“Thank you for giving me these opportunities. For giving me this life to do my best, not only for you, for this little one, or for the ones who are or will be around me. But for me.” He felt fluttering. A sense of gratitude. A sense of profound joy and bliss. “Te amo, mi estrella fugaz.” He rubbed your tummy.

“I love you, mi Luna.”

“I love you too, mi Estrella.” Your lips met in a deep kiss.

“Need help with dinner, mi corazón?”

“Nope. I got it, so you go ahead and do what you have to do.”

There was no need for rebuttals, as he pecked your cheek and went to go read his books about gardening.

The field is everlasting. The smells of soothing lavender and the golden bounce from the sun to the already bright marigolds.

His path was grueling and treacherous, bound no matter how much he wanted to escape.

Now, he sits in the flowers, with daisies, tulips, and more sprouting, watching the birds and butterflies who finally left their confined space to fly free.

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🤍 Shuffle Playlist Game! 🤍 Tagged By @pencilofawesomeness Rules: you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put a playlist on shuffle, list the first 10 songs and then tag people to keep it going!

Usually I have my playlists set to fanfics/characters - but my spotify does have the liked list that compiles it all together, so I'll just use that:

'Lady of Worlds' - Miracle of Sound

'Floating' - Aviators

'Two Oruguitas' - Sebastian Yatra (Encanto)

'Rides The Shoopuf?' -Nobuo Uematsu (Final Fantasy X)

'Spectrum' -Florence + The Machine

'The Crow The Owl And The Dove' - Nightwish

'Trivia 承 : Love' - BTS

'Undead' - Hollywood Undead

'Through The Ghost' - Shinedown

'C'est La Vie' - Weathers

I'm sorry, were you expecting consistency in my music? Me neither.

Guess I'll Tag a few: @phoenix-before-the-flame @notsofluffyunicorn @classysassy9791 @teleiapotami @ayyden-apoloe @genavere+ anyone who wants to steal this i guess

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Yatra (2006) | dir. Goutam Ghose

[stardustizuku]

The Avatar of Mestionora

~ Rozemyne Playlist || The commoner daughter of a soldier, turned goddess

A little playlist I made from the start of the series; to the very end

(This was a fun project I’ve been making since halfway through Part 5. I’m so excited to finally see it finished. This was a wild, long ride, and I can’t express how much fun I had. This series has made me go through such an emotional roller coaster, so I decided to share this playlist. I hope you enjoy listening to it as much as i enjoyed making it.

I’m thinking about making a separate post explaining the background of my selection. Why i chose what songs, why in that order, and how I separated the parts. But given the size of the playlist, it may take a while. That said, if you’re interested and wanna know about anything, feel free to ask! I will answer with delight).

PART 1 - Daughter of a Soldier

1.- Naughty - Matilda Cast (From Matilda Musical)

2.- Ponyo on the cliff by the sea - Noah Cyrus, Frankie Jonas (From Ponyo)

3.- Flowers in my hair - Wes Reeves

4.-My Love is Mine, All Mine - Mitski

5.- When I Grow Up - Matilda Cast (From Matilda Musical)

PART 2 - Apprentice of a Shrine Maiden

6.- Quiet - Matilda Cast (From Matilda Musical)

7.- Unsweetened Lemonade - Amélie Farren

8.- Once Upon a December - Christy Altomare ( From Anastasia Musical)

9.- Only Love Can Save Us Now - Ke$ha

10.- Go Tonight - Krystina Alabado, Emma Hunton (From Mad Ones Musical)

11.- Two Orugitas - Sebastian Yatra (From Encanto)

PART 3 - Adopted Daughter of the Archduke

12.- Chiquitita - ABBA

13.- Class of 2013 - Mitski

14.- The Milk Carton - Madilyn Mei

15.- Family Jewels - MARINA

16.- Seventeen - MARINA

17.- We Both Reached For The Gun - Chicago Cast (From Chicago Musical)

18.- Found - Sarah Stiles & Zach Callison (From Steven Universe The Movie)

19.- She Used to Be Mine - Jessie Mueller (From Waitress Musical)

PART 4 - Founder of the So-Called Library Comittee

20.- Ancient Dreams in a Modern Life - MARINA

21.- Belle - Beauty and the Beast Cast (From Beauty and Beast Movie)

22.- Non-Stop - Hamilton Cast (From Hamilton Musical)

23.- Put You in Your Place - Percy Jackson Cast (From Lighting Thief Musical)

24.- Little Wolf - EPIC Cast (From EPIC Musical)

25.- Téir Abhaile Riu - Celtic Women

26.- Fine on the Outside - Priscilla Ahn (From When Marnie was Here)

27.- The Prophecy - Taylor Swift

28.- Francis Forever - Mitski

PART 5 - The Avatar of a goddess

29.- Warrior of the Mind - EPIC Cast (From Epic Musical)

30.- Idol - YOASOBI

31.- Venus Fly Trap - MARINA

32.- Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde (From the Hunger Games Movies)

33.- LABOUR (Cacophony) - Paris Paloma

34.- Don’t Make me - MALINDA

35.- Breakfast - Dove Cameron

36.- Hit me with your Best Shot - ADONA

37.- Nothing You Can Take From Me - Rachel Zegler (From Ballad from Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes)

38.- Breathe - Leslie Grace (From In The Heights Movie)

39.- I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - Taylor Swift

40.- Fine Line - Ke$ha

41.- Product of My Own Design - Artio

42.- Queen of Kings - Alessandra

43.- No Good Deed - Wicked Cast (From Wicked Musical)

44.- Safe and Sound - Taylor Swift (From the Hunger Games Movies)

45.- Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? - Taylor Swift

46.- Ruthlessness - Cast of EPIC (From Epic Musical)

47.- They’re Only Human - Annapantsu & Caleb Hyles (Death Note Musical Cover)

48.- Thumbs - Sabrina Carpenter

49.- Respectless - Hazbin Hotel Cast (From Hazbin Hotel)

50.- The Greatest Show - Panic at the Disco! (From Greatest Showman)

51.- Different Beast - Cast of EPIC (From Epic Musical)

52.- Done For - Cast of EPIC (From Epic Musical)

53.- I am not a woman, I’m a god - Halsey

54.- Inkpot Gods - The Amazing Devil

55.- Sea of Love - Cat Power

56.- Once Upon a Dream - Lana del Rey (From Maleficent)

57.- Paciencia Y Fe - Olga Merediz

58.- To Build A Home - Patrick Watson

59.- Lover - Taylor Swift

60.- When You’re Home - Leslie Grace & Corey Hawkins (From In The Heights)

61.- Dog Days Are Over - Florence and the Machine

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Do dham yatra by helicopter from Haridwar 2023

The most respected shrines, Badrinath and Kedarnath, are situated in Uttarakhand on a Himalayan hill above sea level and are surrounded by snow-capped mountains. One of the most well-known Hindu pilgrimages, the Do Dham Yatra, includes the two shrines of Kedarnath and Badrinath. Thousands of devotees travel here solely to experience the mysticism of Lord Shiva and Lord Vishnu.

And if you’re looking for a quick and luxurious way to complete the Do Dham yatra, consider taking a helicopter tour from Haridwar. This package includes visits to Kedarnath and Badrinath, two of the most important pilgrimage sites in India’s Hindu tradition.

Traveling by helicopter not only saves time and energy but also provides stunning aerial views of the majestic Himalayan mountains and valleys. (Read More)

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. * slides into your asks * Do you have songs that fits Shuggy in general too? 👉👈

!!!!!!! I HAVE A LOT HOLD ON

I might repeat some from my previous song reccs but anyway—

Alec Benjamin - Swim

Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know?

Bastille - Good Grief

Britney Spears - Circus

Daughter - Youth

Fish in a Birdcage - Rule #27-Drunk on Pride

Florence & The Machine - Wish That You Were Here

Freddy Mercury - The Great Pretender

Imagine Dragons - Follow You

Imase - NIGHT DANCER

John Newman - Love Me Again

Jon-YAKITORY (ft. Ado) - Faking of Comedy

King Princess - Talia

Laufey - Promise

Lorde - A World Alone

Lorde - Bravado

Lorde - Glory and Gore

Lorde - Perfect Places

Lorde - Swingin Party

Marianas Trench - Cross My Heart

OR3O - All Eyes On Me

Sebastián Yatra - Two Oruguitas

Taylor Swift - Bad Blood

Taylor Swift - Gold Rush

Taylor Swift - Midnight Rain

Taylor Swift - The Great War

The Crane Wives - Allies or Enemies

The Crane Wives - Never Love an Anchor

The Crane Wives - The Moon Will Sing

Troye Sivan- TALK ME DOWN

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“Om Namo Narayanaya”

Narayanaya Om

This mantra is one of the most sacred and is frequently used in prayers, worship, yoga exercises, and meditation. Sanskrit hymns of eight syllables are sometimes referred to as Ashtakshara Mantra, or the eight-lettered invocation. It is believed to be so terrifying that several intellectuals and great individuals throughout history have gone to tremendous lengths merely to get initiation into the chanting from saints, spiritual leaders, and preceptors.

The mantra “Om Namo Narayanaya” calls Narayana, the ultimate protector, and makes a reverent bow to him. Even though it only means “I bow to Lord Narayana,” the connotation is profound nonetheless. The word “Om” is used to begin the invocation. This word’s sound vibration is timeless, acts as the foundation for all living creatures and non-living objects in the cosmos, and vibrates through every tiny particle of a single physical body as well as the vast universe. The singing of this mantra, which is hailed as the global sound, may produce vibrations that are all-pervasive and are considered to have tremendous potency and supernatural qualities. The phrase “Namo” is used to greet the Lord after that, and the mantra ends by accepting the holy name Narayana with the utmost reverence.

The Lord’s name has a special meaning. Although the term “Nara” often refers to a “human person,” it may also denote “water.” The word “Ayana” can refer to both the “ultimate objective” and the “resting place.” Narayana is said to be sleeping on the wide ocean at Vaikunta, his home, as is well known. Saints and seers therefore understand the term “Narayanaya” as the ultimate goal and last resting place that every soul or living thing strives towards.

Chanting’s Advantages

It can cause the confluence of sound and mind when recited precisely, with dedication, and with trust, resulting in the experience of divine consciousness and eternal serenity. Additionally, it is said that repeating the phrase 108 times while using prayer beads might help you reap its full advantages.

“Om Namo Narayanaya” is sometimes referred to as the “mantra of peace.” Reciting it may eliminate ignorance and unfavourable feelings like ego, wrath, and greed; remove barriers and diversion; and produce peace, calm, and love. Thus, this hymn is a very good candidate to serve as the slogan for world peace.

"Vishnu" ॐ Talon Abraxas

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Sunday Morning Bhakti Cheer 🙏📿🕉️🌞

Tens of Thousands Join in 48th Annual New York Ratha Yatra