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universalitgirlsblog2 · 7 months

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💗SELF CONCEPT ICONS PART 3💗

1)Jang Wonyoung ( Kpop idol )

Wonyoung is so young , but she is SUCCESSFUL & MATURE for her age . She really lives up to her name " won " & " young " . She is not only gorgeous but also very smart and talented . Although She gets alot of hate but she doesn't let others negativity or haters get to her & its evident that those people are jealous of her. She is ambassador of luxury brands like MIU MIU , skin care brands like Innisfree & all brands chase her like crazy. She is 4TH GEN IT GIRL. She also admitted in one of her interviews that she gives herself love and focus on the things she likes. Her self concept is one of a kind.

" YOU ARE YOU , I AM ME " - Wonyoung

@magic-irl has made affirmations on wonyoung ( click here ) & @vanillablankie also ( click here ) I also made affirmations on Wonyoung - click on this . @heejinisoutofideas made affirmations on her too - click here

2) Pooja Sharma aka Poo ( kabhie khushi kabhi Gham )

Poo is ICONIC . She knows her worth and never settles for less. She knows how BEAUTIFUL & AMAZING she is and only puts herself on a PEDESTAL . She pampers herself and always compliments herself. It's clear that she loves herself alot . She is like Indian version of Regina George but she wasn't as mean as Regina . I dare you to watch K3G movie and I'm sure you will know why she is a self concept icon.

3) Jennifer Check ( Jennifer's body)

Jennifer knows that she is that bitch and she acts like it . She is confident, pretty and popular. The song " Maneater " by Nelly Furtado was made for her 🤭💖

@angelicbarbiedoll has made affirmations on Jennifer check . Click here

@fragileheart444 made affirmations on her too ! Click here

4) Chanel Oberlin ( Scream Queens )

She is confident in herself, she knows that she is pretty , smart and rich. She is also witty and funny. Her self esteem is higher than burj khalifa .

@taurusbae222 has made affirmations on her . Click here .

5) Maddy Perez ( Euphoria )

Who doesn't know her ? She has the CONFIDENCE one would die to have . She is the bad bitch who has it all , everyone either wants to be with her or BE HER . She literally won the IDAF mindset war .

@awhkacey has made affirmations on Maddy Perez . Click here

6) Shah Rukh Khan ( Actor )

Shah rukh khan also known as KING KHAN . He is 58 and still ruling bollywood since 3 generations . He is not only the king of BOLLYWOOD but also the king of hearts . He is the fourth richest actor. Few years ago, his films weren't doing so good & everyone said how his " time " was gone coz he was old . Haters would make fun of him since his movies weren't able to cross more than 300 crores. He took a break for 3 - 4 years . Now when he came back , he literally broke records . His movies Pathaan and Jawan , both made 1000 crores. He literally shut the " boycott bollywood " gang and proved his haters wrong . Also , SRK came from a very poor background and he had no connections and directors said that he couldn't become an actor coz his face wasn't "chocolaty " enough but guess what ? He still did . He said that he would rule the city of Mumbai one day and he did !!! Not only he is a versatile actor but he is charming , has a great presence of mind & gives witty replies , is respectful to women & elders and he is very HUMBLE. When asked in an interview if he had any competition, he said that he didn't have any competition & he didn't come to compete but rule . In other interviews he said how he felt that he was SPECIAL & how he was the " LAST OF THE STARS " . Be like him , be confident in yourself & don't let others determine what you are capable of 💓

7) Geet ( Jab We met )

Geet is HER OWN FAVOURITE . She loves herself and is cheerful & optimistic . She tends to follow her heart .

8 ) Kokomi Teruhashi ( The disastrous life of saiki k )

Kokomi Teruhashi is aware of the fact that she is the prettiest girl . She is confident in herself , knows that everything will work out for her and because of this assumption everything works out for her . Life is always easy for her. She knows She can get anything She wants .

@magic-irl has made affirmations on kokomi Teruhashi . Click here To know why Kokomi is an ICON , check out this post by @awhkacey and this one by @taeriilight

9) Tomie

She knows that she is pretty , charming and Intelligent & she uses her beauty and intelligence her advantage. She is confident in herself. She knows that she is hard to forget . She has a mysterious charm .

@magic-irl has made affirmations on her too !! Click here

@thaticonicgirl has also made affirmations on Tomie . Click here

@wishfulfilled has made a beautiful & detailed vaunt on tomie . Click here

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srbachchan · 2 months

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DAY 5888

Jalsa, Mumbai Apr 1/2, 2024 Mon/Tue 10:06 AM

.. late as usual .. but got in late from the game IPL .. MI v RR .. and disappointed at MI loss , so grieved and retired .. but now ready for another day and another living ..

the information machine of the modern times is a powerful tool in your hands ..

hands used to be the symbolic expression of expectation, work, labour, effort .. in my early days the expression often used was :

अब सब कुछ अपने हाथ में है, या अब सब कुछ तुम्हारे हाथ में है !

" now everything thing is in our hands, or in your hands .."

but how true in reality has it become ..

from symbolic to the reality of the present .. the MOBILE !

everything in our hands .. EVERYTHING .. connect , advice, meaning , reference ... ALL ..

what the World has become .. and the fortune of one that has lived for over 80 years to have had the experience of .. THEN and NOW !

THEN is now a metaphor .. NOW a practical reality .. achieved and functioning .. the hope of the yesteryear , now present in form and operational ..

Had dreamt THEN .. come true NOW ..

The World changeth .. the order changeth .. the thinking changeth ..

where to from here .. not in my time though, but shall be seen and experienced by the next generation .. the progeny of our next ..

What shall their thinking be .. their experience, compared to the past .. they may never compare .. as is often the refrain heard from this GEN ..

'that was then , now it's this' ..

they do not want to be dragged back - they look ahead to the NEXT ..

May the AHEAD be even more evolved and in beneficial in living thinking and prosperity ..

We can just pray for it now in our limited time ..

That is how it has been .. that is how it shall be ..

My love 🚩❤️

Amitabh Bachchan

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creatingnikki · 4 months

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there I was grieving yet again. another year, another person. was grieving love lost easier than actually loving someone? was it more romantic, more romanticized?

because if here you were with me at 7:28 pm stuck in rush hour traffic with our clothes all sandy after an evening at the beach. me having had a fight with my sister on the phone and all irritated, and you worried about reaching home in time for your work call at night, would I still want you by my side? would you?

now, sitting here alone, looking at the market outside, I miss you. but what about you do I miss? I miss your smile, I miss your attention, I miss your kisses, and I miss your jokes. but if we were actually together, day in and day out, how many jokes would pepper our conversations? how many kisses and smiles would be exchanged?

being a tourist in a city is lovely, it's romantic. moving there and trying to make a living, however? that's a whole other thing. ask me, I loved Bangalore when I simply went there to visit a friend. the bookstores, the weather, the clubs. but when I moved there for work? I couldn't go a day without finding 10 faults and missing my home city. the traffic that seems to not move, the overpriced cabs, the power cuts.

isn't a fling, an affair, a summer romance, an on and off thing, a lot like being a tourist in the land and life of your lover? your experience is limited to the aesthetic cafes, comfortable hotels, and you spend money by girl math logic cos you're on vacation and what's even a budget? as your lover's tourist, is your experience not limited to only the butterflies, the flirting, the passion, and the sexual tension? the 2 am existential conversations and the brief cuddling the next morning before you both have to get back to your respective lives?

so how much of this missing is even objective? do I really want a real, long-term relationship with you? do I want to have multiple summers with you? and all the seasons in between? would I like you in Bangalore as much as I would in Mumbai? would I want you along for my Seoul trip? would I want you not just on Friday nights when we have a date night planned but on Thursday afternoons when I am unwell, throwing up in the office washroom hating everything about life?

would I want you to be a part of my life, my home? would I want to give you a pass beyond a tourist visa? would I want you as a permanent resident?

and if not, then can I, just stop with this misery that is missing you constantly. missing you, what we shared in the past, the brief bliss is so much more pleasurable than any reality we have shared or perhaps could. I know it, I do. then why won't this sticky feeling of missing you not go away? the monsoon is too far away to wash this feeling away. for now I will have to find another way.

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ronika-writes-stuff · 23 days

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Thoughts on Ishan :

(and ict in general)

1. When he opted out of India's test squad before our series with S. Africa....I knew... I KNEW it will be a long time before we'll get to see him playing for India again.

And then few weeks later Rahul Dravid said in a press conference... He can come back... Just play domestic.... My heart sank.

Here's the thing, I don't blame him at all for taking a break due to mental fatigue.

I fully support his decision as well. He prioritised himself and that's good.

But my dude... If I was your friend, if I was there with you... I wouldn't have let you go.

I would have grabbed his trousers and refused to let go. This is team India. You take one step back and 10 other people are standing right behind you ready to take your place.

Shubhman gill was hyped up so much... Remember his 126 in 63 balls against New Zealand?

But he faltered.

And Today he's in reserve.

Jaiswal is going to be our new opener in all 3 formats very soon. And there's nothing wrong with that. The guy earned it.

Ishan left the South Africa Series and a month later during the india Vs England test Series Jurel was picked and he did an excellent job.

Now imagine... Imagine if Ishan was there instead... If ishan had scored those 90 runs.....he would have made his place permanent.

I'll repeat myself.... I don't blame him for leaving... But he should have thought this through. Especially when a guy like Rahul Dravid is your coach.

(he's the same guy who gave declaration during a test match when Sachin Tendulkar was about to score a century. He's not as innocent as he looks.)

Another thing which really hurts me is how so many people complain about him being benched and then dropped but Yaar....there are tons of players who have gone through this.

Even Ashwin was benched. He said in an interview that when his team would win he wouldn't even feel like going in the ground to congratulate them coz of how hurt he felt.

It happens.

Anyways My overall opinion on this drama is :

1. I support him for leaving.

2. But I hate that he left.

3. A block of ice would be a better coach than Rahul Dravid.

Anyways... Jo hogaya so hogaya.

What I want now is for him to focus on his future.

And He can start by leaving Mumbai Indians.

MI was the team who would pick young players, groom and invest in them and make them capable enough for team India.

The MI we have seen this year is no longer that team. It doesn't matter how many reels their insta page puts out, the atmosphere of that team is tense, awkward and a hot mess.

If Mumbai really cared about a future captain as they claimed.... They should have made Ishan their new captain...like how csk and gt did with ruturaj and gill.

But oh well.

Right now... The best he can do is keep himself fit, play domestic and leave MI at THE EARLIEST.

That team, it's atmosphere, the mismanagement and inner conflicts (believe me, they exist) will not help him at all.

Imo, he doesn't need a team to grow. He has developed a good skill set. What he needs now is a stage.

A team like Kkr, RR or Gt will be great for that because these teams don't drop Their players after 1 or 2 matches... Have good coaches, stable environment and a good atmosphere overall.

Ishan is an excellent wicket keeper + batsman and the type of cricket he plays is best suited for t20 format (one day and test also but especially t20).

Whether we win or lose this t20 world cup... This one is the last one for our senior players.

After that, our youngsters will take charge (at least they should).

Yashasvi and Abhishek should be our openers.

Gill, rutu and Riyan would perfect be for middle order.

Ishan, with his explosive batting style, would be the perfect finisher.

Also... This dumb culture of batters not learning bowling (encouraged by this stupid impact rule) that has developed in the Indian team needs to STOP.

Look at Australia and New Zealand's t20 squad. Look at how many all rounders they have.

Look at ours. We won the 2007 cup because of all rounders as well.

Also... We cage our players. We hold them back. A player like Travis head is playing with such ferocity because his style and mindset is supported by his captain, his team and his media.

Meanwhile... If an Indian player attempts to do the same and doesn't make a big score in 2 -3 matches... He'll be benched instantly.

Another thing... If we look up the stats of our players in this year's t20 wc squad...

Except virat, Bumrah and maybe kuldeep ...everyone else is on ram bharose.

When players like n. reddy, ishan, rutu, gill, Riyan, natrajan... will be groomed and given enough opportunities....their aggressive style will be supported instead of criticized.... that's when we will win trophies.

@fangirlingintellectual @roseromeroredranger @snowcloudsss

@ishuess @bimesskaira

#desiblr #indian cricket team #cricket #ict #ishan kishan #ipl2024 #ishman #shubhman gill #shubman x ishan #shubish #rohitsharma #virat kohli #world cup #t20worldcup

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nattaphum · 1 year

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Earlier this year at the Gateway of India in Mumbai, Phakphum Romsaithong — or more affectionately known by his nickname “Mile” — was spotted at the Dior Women’s Fall ’23 show together with fellow co-star “Apo” Nattawin Wattanagitiphat. There was plenty of buzz surrounding their attendance: #MileApo appeared on Twitter’s trending page, while “Did Mile and Apo come to India” became one of many common Google searches about the two actors. Despite being just two years into their careers in the Thai entertainment industry, the duo requires no introduction — and it is all thanks to the seminal action and romance television series KinnPorsche: The Series.

Since it first aired on 2 April 2022 after a year of production delays, the show consistently trended worldwide as each weekly episode arrived. While a shift in scriptwriting — especially as the story pursues themes of the Mafia with darker, complex themes that most series in Thailand have shied away from — many have reasoned that the natural interactions of Mile and Apo in the series are a rarity. Coupled with an intense promotional strategy that saw graphic teasers each time an episode was announced and a slew of behind-the-scenes footage available in durations twice as much as the series, it made sense why these actors have rapidly risen into contemporary pop culture knowledge.

While we have come to know both Mile and Apo, rarely do we get a glimpse of Mile without his tether to Apo. Once a communications and journalism graduate, the 31-year old — who never expected that acting would be his calling — has been going back and forth between personas. For faithful fans, he might be Kinn but within closed doors, Mile remains just as he was before the series. Two years on, Mile is still intensely committed to his fans. “I approach my work with an open mind, not knowing the extent of its potential success,” Mile mentions. “Nevertheless, my main focus remains on giving my absolute best and ensuring the happiness of those who witness it. Their satisfaction is of utmost importance to me.”

Hello Mile, how are you these days?

I’m currently doing well, although quite occupied at the moment. If we were to represent it as a graph, it might appear as a lull period. However, I am utilising this time to engage in self-care — both physically and mentally — and to make necessary preparations. 

What did it feel like waking up the morning the show debuted?  

I’m thrilled to be addicted to the series once again. Its irresistible charm keeps me coming back for more, just like others who are captivated by its captivating story. Seeing people enjoy it and receiving positive feedback brings me immense joy. These moments are truly cherished, and I take great pleasure in being a part of it.

In a few interviews, you mentioned that a career as an actor and singer/songwriter was not your first choice. Looking back, do you still have any reservations about acting?

Each of us harbours a multitude of aspirations, not confined to a singular goal. For me, true fulfilment lies in pursuing what truly ignites my passion and brings me joy. I am steadfast in my commitment to constant self-preparation and growth.

When presented with an opportunity, I choose to wholeheartedly embrace it — giving nothing short of my best. I am prepared to immerse myself in the pursuits that captivate my interest, dedicating my heart and soul to them. Though it may not be my ultimate objective, I am aware of my deep desire to embark on this path and so, I persistently ready myself for it.

Your life has now changed seeing that you are arguably one of Thailand’s most recognisable personalities. What is one thing you miss from before your fame arrived?

Engaging in conversations with strangers holds a special place in my heart. As of right now — due to time constraints — I haven’t had the opportunity to fully immerse myself like that anymore. The days of encounters and spontaneous conversations with unfamiliar faces have become a rarity. However, such encounters have always been a source of genuine enjoyment for me. The sheer pleasure of conversing with individuals from all walks of life knows no bounds. Regardless of their background or disposition, I find immense fulfilment in the simple act of exchanging thoughts and ideas.

Any moments with your fans that have had a lasting impact on you?

Each encounter with my fans brings an overwhelming sense of joy and fulfilment. Lately, I’ve been immersed in reading the heartfelt messages written on cards by my devoted supporters. I’m already halfway through this heartfelt endeavour. Last night, I came across a touching note from a fan expressing their desire to learn English in order to communicate with me. It’s remarkable to witness the lengths people go to — dedicating their time and efforts to learning languages like Thai, English, or even regional dialects — solely for the purpose of connection. Their dedication truly moves me.

You are almost inseparable from Apo, both on and off-screen. What is your most fond memory of him?

It has been twelve years since we coincidentally worked together, and his unique appearance remains vivid in my memory. Recently, passionate fans stumbled upon a video of our first meeting, leaving me pleasantly surprised. This unexpected revelation serves as a gentle reminder of life’s unpredictable nature, occasionally gifting us with delightful surprises along our journey.

On fashion, Mile elaborates that “the fashion world captivates us and draws us into its allure. Active participation in this industry involves immersing myself among talented stylists and continuously expanding knowledge.” But while Mumbai is not his first breakthrough with Dior, Mile has always had his eye on fashion. “I actually embarked on this journey at the age of eight,” Mile explains. “Seeing my mother in beautifully crafted clothes when I was young and experiencing the influence of television were transformative moments that sparked my passion for the captivating world of fashion.”

Tell us more about the Dior Men Fall 2023 collection you are wearing today. What did you like most about it?  

This collection exudes an exceptional uniqueness and embodies the distinctive character that Dior presents. I was remarkably comfortable during my time in Mumbai, which pleasantly surprised me. Despite the inquiries from others about its potential heat-inducing qualities, I found it to be quite the opposite. Even with its simple yet captivating designs and understated colour palette, it effortlessly stands out. Wearing these pieces becomes easy and is an enjoyable experience. Rather than mere excitement, my emotions were fueled by an intense enthusiasm when I delved deeper into the realm of Dior.

How about your first fashion show with Dior, what was it like? 

Attending a fashion show proved to be a transformative experience, one that expanded the horizons of my perception. It was a delightful and invigorating journey, allowing me to witness the unfolding of a whole new world. The show by Dior in the enchanting city of Paris was truly remarkable. Each garment conveyed a profound message, intricately woven into the fabric of the event. This combination of creativity and storytelling made for an unforgettable spectacle.

Are there any Dior items in your wardrobe that you would consider your favourite?

I love the Dior Lingot bag in the large size, I believe it is the 50. It truly holds everything I need. And when you have a very busy schedule, a large bag is just what you need.

Yet, despite the tremendous achievements he currently possesses, the story is far from over for Mile. In some ways, KinnPorsche could be likened to only the dawn in what promises to be an impressive career. Be On Cloud — the company managing Mile and Apo as well as a host of other up-and-rising Thai stars — has recently announced a new film later this year and it involves Mile as its lead actor. Titled Man Suang — an ancient descriptor which translates to a “heavenly city of gods and angels” — the film will be set around the emerging Thai kingdom and its historical inception as a modern civilisation in epic proportions. Teased as a complete departure from the contemporary themes explored with KinnPorsche, the film has been marked as one of the largest and most ambitious film projects in Thailand with a production budget that rivals even that of Hollywood.

Much of what is shown in the trailer is meant to mislead, Mile teases, with more yet to be revealed at this point of writing. Apo will return as Mile’s co-star, but with a different dynamic between both actors this time. Its quality is meant to be top-notched too and make no mistake, there is plenty of anticipation for the film to be huge — the film’s trailer arrived weeks before its premiere at the 76th annual Cannes Film Festival, suggesting that Be On Cloud has its eyes on taking the film all over the globe.

There has been quite a bit of buzz about Be On Cloud’s Man Suang, especially since there has not been much information released at this moment other than its debut at this year’s Cannes Film Festival. It is noteworthy to mention that the film marks your first main role in a motion picture. Can you tell us more about it?  

This movie carries a truly unique essence, captivating its viewers with a narrative that invites imagination and contemplation. It weaves a mysterious tapestry intertwined with the rich traditions and stories that unfolded in Thailand during the Rattanakosin period. The beauty lies in the artful portrayal of each character as they share their tale, allowing us to witness the profound transformations that humans undergo. It serves as a reminder that our beliefs — though held strongly — may not always yield definitive outcomes, offering a glimpse into the diverse possibilities that exist.

Let’s also get into the fact that it will be a historical film, and it marks a departure from the contemporary style of KinnPorsche. What kind of research did you do to get into the role?

For every character I embody, I dedicate myself to meticulous preparation, adopting a consistent approach. I delve into the era in which the character resides, immersing myself in its historical backdrop. It is almost like method acting and it is very similar to how I live my life. This thorough understanding enables me to comprehend the motives behind their actions and thoughts. I am grateful to be surrounded by a supportive team that encourages my creativity throughout this process, granting me the freedom to explore and bring my own unique perspective to the role.

While it is a new project for you, you will be starring alongside Apo again. Will we see a different dynamic between the characters both of you are slated to play?  

In every performance I deliver, there lies a remarkable blend of 90% embodiment of the character and a 10% essence of my own being. This 90% is a testament to my growth as an actor, an opportunity for people to witness my evolution through each role I undertake. I wholeheartedly invite audiences to appreciate the dedication and effort I invest in every project. As each character holds a unique identity, spectators will recognise the striking distinction, unveiling the diverse range and versatility I hope I can bring to the stage or screen.

Before we end, would you like to share any messages with your fans?  

My heartfelt gratitude goes out to all the devoted fans who have supported me wholeheartedly throughout my journey. Your unwavering support has touched me deeply and means the world to me. Thank you for being there, from the bottom of my heart.

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#IM POSTING IT BUT I HAVEN’T READ IT YET #AAAAAAH I CANT WAIT #pls let me know if there’s something especially interesting #kinnporsche #mile phakphum #mile x mensfolio #mileapo #man suang #mileapo movie

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s-i-n-i-s-i-n · 10 months

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Carmen Sandiego

Outfit Ranking Season 2!!!

Here is a link to part 1

We will not rank the outfits that were already ranked in Season 1 and that also appear in Season 2. We will just look at them again because why not? Lets get them out of the way.

Dive suit Rate: Awesome

Mumbai outfit Rate: Sexy

Jammies Rate: Comfy

Red Hoodie Rate: Cool

Red Coat Rate: Hot!

Now that we have seen the already seen awesomeness. Let's get into it.

Number 7: Hospital gown!

...does it count?

I mean, quite unfortunate to be in a hospital. But at least they let her keep her makeup? Cmmon! Those lips are way too red to not be make up. The nurses were like: She's frozen but that doesn't mean she can't be glamorous.

Number 6: Training outfit.

Always protect the face. She will break yours while looking awesome.

Did you notice that triangles are a common thing on her clothes? Should we make a conspiracy theory about it?

Number 5: Russian outfit

A spectre is haunting Europe — the spectre of communism the Red Ghost! привет Comrade Carmen!

She looks fashionably warm!

Number 4: Model dress.

She looks great. Boob window and all. The slit on the skirt. But even more that that: She can fight in heels.

And throw them too. I see she has a thing for throwing shoes.

She looks nice! But if you ask me I prefer the Auction dress from season 1.

Ok now. The three first places!!! But before that, you know it: Three honorable mentions!

Honorable mention #1

The cutest baby ever. My goodness!

She was the best toddler pick pocketer. Probably the only one.

Honorable mention #2

Fashion's latest scream! A very elegant coat made out of... the remains of a glider. Kudos to Carmen for making the best out of an awful situation.

To this day I hate Chief for this. Hate her deeply. Carmen might forgive her but I do not.

Honorable mention #3

Carmen's dream hats. They are imported. They are here because that hat is so iconic it made its way into the subconscious world.

Third Place: Safari outfit.

Oh my glob. Can she look cuter than this? I know it doesn't appreciate here but she is wearing a red belt. Can not be a Carmen outfit without red. Nice very nice outfit. She looks super cool.

And my goodness, those legs!

Second place: Dubai Dress.

This one was difficult for me. I almost gave it the first place, because she looks so damn elegant and sexy! She has a cape, A CAPE! She looks like a woman that anyone would obey at the snap of her fingers.

And a hairdo! And the earrings! Little splashes of red.

Stunning! simply stunning.

First Place: Moto GP

I am biased. I love motorcycles. And I love Carmen. And Carmen in a motorcycle? What else could I ask for?

I may be cheating here because I´m counting the bike as part of the outfit. She looks super hot on a Ducati, sue me.

Look at her going! Vrroooom!!!

So fast. So skilled. So sexy. AAAAaaaahhh! Look at the technique! The counterbalance! She might not now how to drive a car but she surely knows how to ride.

Rock and Ride!

I made so many gifs and I am not sorry. Brrrrhaaaababababammmm! Rrrrev it girl!

Akira style! So good so good. Hoo baby, that's hot!

I'm just curious about where in VILE island could have she learned how to ride a bike. I'm not complaining though.

That's it folks. See you at Season 3 outfit ranking!

#carmen san diego #Carmen Sandiego 2019 #Carmen Sandiego Outfits #Ay Carmencita!

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amitsrivastav · 2 months

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CAN YOU DO THIS ?

CAN YOUR FATHER DO THIS ?

CAN YOUR GRANDFATHER DO THIS ?

BUT I BELIEVE, IF I CAN DO ANY ONE CAN DO THIS IN THE UNIVERSE.

HAPPY BUDDHA PURNIMA. 23RD MAY 2024. बुद्ध पूर्णिमा की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं !

IF YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND MY SILENCE.

HOW WILL YOU UNDERSTAND MY WORDS ?

कभी कभी लोग, बेहतर की तलाश में, बेहतरीन को खो देते है ! सुंदरता सस्ती है ! चरित्र बहुत ही महंगा है !

अपनी मंजिल को भुला कर जिया तो क्या जिया ! है दम तो उसे पा कर दिखा !

लिख दे खून से अपनी कामयाबी की कहानी ! और बोल उस किस्मत को ! है दम तो मिटा कर दिखा !

लग चुकी है तलब मंजिल की, अब खुद को आग में झोंक देंगे ! ठोकरे कहती है की मारा जाएगा, हौसला कहता है कि देख लेंगे !

किसी भी तौर पर कभी, नसीब से सुलह न कर ! लकीर अपनी खींच कर, तू आसमां पे जीत लिख !

माना कि तेरे दीद के क़ाबिल नहीं हूँ मैं ! फिर भी तू मेरा शौक़ देख, मेरा इंतज़ार देख !

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I feel that We should Enjoy a Quality Time for 1 YEAR ATLEAST.

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मैं तूफानों में चलने का आदी हूँ, तुम मत मेरी मंजिल आसान करो !

जिदंगी मे अच्छे लोगो की तलाश मत करो ! खुद अच्छे बन जाओ ! आपसे मिलकर शायद किसी की तलाश पूरी हो जाये !

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HOW TO CREATE 8 POWERS ? 1. To Withdraw 2. Let go 3. Tolerate 4. Accept 5. Discern 6. To Decide 7.

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HOW TO INCULCATE 7 QUALITIES ? 1. Purity 2. Peace 3. Power 4. Love 5. Happiness 6. Bliss 7. Knowledge.

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HOW TO OVERCOME 6 VICES ? 1. Lust 2. Anger 3. Greed 4. Attachment 5. Ego 6. Laziness

HOW TO DEVELOP PURIFICATION RESOLVES संस्कार ?

1. Concentration एकाग्रता Right Attitude 2.

Motivation 3. Integrity 4. Trust, Faith 5. Authenticity

6. Transparency 7. Credibility Loyal 8. Self Respect 9. Character 10. Morals Values Principles 11.

Exceptional 12. Impeccable Flawless 13. Courage 14. Confidence 15. Discipline 16. Honesty 17. Clarity

18. Resolution 19. Punctuality 20. Conviction 21. Enthusiasm 22. Potential 23. Perseverance 24.

Right Decision 25. Game Changer 26. Passionate 27. Vision Mission Strategy 28. Goals Objectives 29.

Specific Action Plan 30. Influence 31. Diligence 32. Truthfulness 33. Determination 34. Ambition 35.

Royal Introspection 36. Introvert 37. Donate 38. Fearlessness 39. Patience 40. Profoundness 41.

Obedience 42. Egolessness 43. Solitude 44. Silence 45. Farsightedness 46. Divine Uplift 47. Calm Wisdom

Mindfulness 48. Tiredlessness 49. Renunciation 50. Surrender 51. Detached Observer 52. Trustworthiness

Disinterest 53. Easiness 54.Austerity 55. तराशना Carve, Obtruncate, Chisel. 56. AWAKENING 57.

ENLIGHTENMENT 58. SPIRITUALITY.

साँच को आँच नहीं ! सच्चा व्यक्ति सदैव निर्भय होता है !

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तेजस्वी, Glorious, Stunning प्रतापी 7. ओजस्वी, Vigorous 8. यशस्वी, Reputed 9. उत्कृष्ट, असाधारण

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HELPING HANDS R BETTER THAN PRAYING LIPS.

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अपने किरदार पर डाल कर परदा, हर शख्स कह रहा जमाना खराब है !

उन्हें गुमान कि ये उड़ान कुछ नहीं, हमें यकीन की ये आसमान कुछ नहीं !

BE YOUR OWN LIGHT. The World is Changed by your EXAMPLE NOT BY YOUR OPINION.

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EGO NEVER ACCEPT THE TRUTH.

अगर कोई आपकी कीमत ना समझे तो निराश न हो क्योंकि कबाड़ी के व्यापारी को हीरे की परख नही होती !

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IF U WANT TO SHINE LIKE SUN. U MUST BURN LIKE SUN FIRST.

मंज़िलें ख्वाब बनकर रह जाये ! इतना बिस्तर से प्यार मत करना !

World suffers due to Silence of GOOD People like U.

जिसको कमतर समझते रहे हो ! मिलके देखो कहीं तुमसे बेहतर न हो !

MORE IS lost by Indecision than Wrong Decision.

किसी के लिए कुर्बान होना कठिन नहीं है ! मुश्किल है ऐसा शख्स ढूंढना जो उस समर्पण का हकदार हो !

लोहा जितना तपता है, उतनी ही ताकत भरता है !

सोने को जितनी आग लगे वो उतना प्रखर निखरता है !

हीरे पर जितनी धार लगे वो उतना खूब चमकता है !

मिट्टी का बर्तन पकता है, तब धुन पर खूब खनकता है !

सूरज जैसा बनना है तो, सूरज जितना जलना होगा !

कर्म में गर सच्चाई है तो कर्म कहां निष्फल होगा !

कुछ ज्यादा वक्त लगेगा पर संघर्ष जरुर सफल होगा !

विरासत में तो वसीयत, जमीन, जायदाद और दौलत मिलती है लेकिन पहचान अपने दम पर बनानी पड़ती हैं !

सवाल तो बस इतना सा है कि इस संसार को छोड़ने के बाद आपको किसलिए याद रखा जाएगा ? THINK DEEPLY.

अदब की मांग थी, तहज़ीब ने झुकाया था !

गुमां ये न रखना कि, तुमने मुझे हराया था !

सच को ख़रीदने की सबकी ताकत नहीं होती ! अफसोस कि हुनर सड़कों पर तमाशा करता है और किस्मत महलों में राज !

अजी कबूल करो हमें बिना आजमाए हुए कि हीरा परखे बगैर भी कोहिनूर हीरा होता है !

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लाख दलदल हो, पाँव जमाए रखिये ! हाथ खाली ही सही, ऊपर उठाये रखिये !

कौन कहता है छलनी में, पानी रुक नही सकता ! बस बर्फ बनने तक हौसला बनाये रखिये !

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Surely हमें देखकर U will have Courtesy & Curiosity to ask what am I doing ?

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अच्छी किताबें और अच्छे लोग तुरंत समझ में नहीं आते ! पहले उन्हें अच्छे से पढ़ना पड़ता है !

सवाल ये नहीं रफ्तार किसकी कितनी है ! सवाल ये है कि सलीक़े से कौन चलता है !

उड़ान वालो उड़ानों पे वक़्त भारी है !

परों की अब के नहीं हौसलों की बारी है !

लक्ष्य न ओझल होने पाये, कदम मिलाकर चल !

मंजिल तेरे पग चूमेगी, आज नहीं तो कल !

तू क़यामत तक धरने पर बैठ ऐ क़िस्मत !

मैं कोशिशों से कभी इस्तीफ़ा नहीं दूँगा !

अगर मेहनत आदत बन जाये !

तो कामयाबी मुकद्दर बन जाती है !

THANKS & OBLIGED for 2400 Gentlemen Specially 900 Dignified Ladies those Good person came & asked

What am I Performing ?

It's highly APPRECIATED.

जो लोग हमसे मिल कर गये हैं आप लोगों से केवल इतना ही पूछना था कि आप लोग व आपके बच्चे कब हमारा CLASS JOIN करने वाले हैं ?

अब तक आप के जवाब का इन्तजार कर रहा हूँ !

हमें भरोसा है कि आप लोग जल्दी ही JOIN करेंगे !

देर आयें हैं अब दुरूस्त आइयेगा !

वक़्त निकलने के बाद कद्र की जाए तो वो अफ़सोस कहलाता है !

IF U APPROACHED ME, YOU SHOULD MEAN IT. Sometimes LATER becomes NEVER.

हमें उम्मीद है कि 1 CRORE ₹ आपके बच्चों के व्यक्तित्व विकास व चरित्र निर्माण से बढकर नहीं है !

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उम्र भर हम यही गलती करते रहे !

धूल चेहरे पे थी आईना साफ करते रहे !

लम्हों ने खता की थी ! सदियों ने सजा पाई है !

सच के साथ चलिए तो वक्त भी आपके साथ चलेगा !

दोगे नही तो मिलेगा भी नही ! देना सीखो दोस्त !

जिंदगी में बडी शिद्दत से निभाओ अपना किरदार कि परदा गिरने के बाद भी तालियाँ बजती रहे !

Don't Feel bad If Someone Rejects U, People Usually Reject Expensive things as they can't Afford them.

Rejection Doesn't mean You Are Not Good Enough, It Means d other person failed to notice what u have to Offer.

सत्य की नाव डगमगाती जरूर है लेकिन कभी डूबती नहीं !

आदमी साधनो से नही साधना से, भवनो से नही भावना से, उच्चारण से नही उच्च आचरण से महान बनता है !

ख़ुदी को कर बुलंद इतना कि हर तक़दीर से पहले ! ख़ुदा बंदे से ख़ुद पूछे बता तेरी रज़ा क्या है ?

Join Us Now or Never.

कुछ ही देर की खामोशी है ! फिर कानों में शोर आएगा ! तुम्हारा तो सिर्फ वक्त है ! हमारा दौर आएगा !

दृढ़ निश्चय वाला व्यक्ति ही इतिहास रचता है !

ACTION SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS.

सत्य परेशान हो सकता है, पराजित नहीं !

I AM LOOKING FOR GOOD STUDENTS ONLY.

जिन लोगों की हिम्मत नियमित प्रतिदिन सुबह 1 Hour Morning Walk लगातार बिना एक दिन छुट्टी किए 21 दिन की है

वो महान लोग 2074 Days Means 5 Years & 9 Months Daily Regular 5 PM - 8 AM 15 Hours At A Stretch चाहें मानसून, जाड़ा, गर्मी,

बरसात हो या दो बार Lock Down हो लगातार बिना एक दिन छुट्टी किए Public Place पर मैंने कैसे बिताया ? एक दिन जरूर समझेंगे !

किसी के ना होने का एह��ास सबको है ! मगर मौजूदगी की कद्र किसी को भी नहीं ! एक बार स़ोचियेगा जरूर !

दौलत तो ले के निकले हो तुम जेब में मगर ! मुमकिन नहीं किसी का मुक़द्दर ख़रीद लो !

मान्यवर, महाशय हमें अपने अक्ल की घंटी बजानी होगी !

Sir, महोदय हमें अपने दिमाग का ढक्कन खोलना होगा !

साहेब, हुजूर हमें सुधरना होगा !

कुलीन, सज्जनों अब हमें होश मे आना होगा !

माननीय, गणमान्य, भद्रपुस्र्षों अब हमें आलस्य त्याग गहरी नींद से जागना होगा !

शिष्ट, Gentlemen Morning Bed पर देर तक सोते रहने के लिए हमें लज्जा शर्म आनी चाहिए !

स्वामी, आदरणीय, मालिक अब हमें Daily Morning Walk करने का साहस दिखाना होगा !

प्रभु, सरकार अब हमें Illusion भ्रम छोड़ परिपक्व Mature बनना होगा !

श्रीमान, जनाब हमें पूरा भरोसा है कि हम अब समझदारों की तरह जिंदगी जीयेंगे !

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whiskey-tango-matcha · 1 year

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A Cup of Tea and Paracetamol pt 2/?

I’m back with part 2! Sorry for the delay, last weekend was wildly busy. This part features a staunchly miserable Elijah, so I hope you guys enjoy that. Unedited, basically unread by me until I look at it later and hate myself for a random spelling/grammar mistake. Part one can be found here, if you’re interested in reading that/understanding what’s going on in this part lmao. I’m thinking this is going to be 3 parts, and the final one should be up later this week (hopefully. No promises lol).

OH ALSO I am very much so not from England, I’ve never been outside the US so I’m sorry if I say something that sounds super weird or wrong about England. Just go ahead and pre-suspend your disbelief that basically no cold medication can be found in London while you’re at it. This is fiction and it’s at the mercy of what makes my characters the most miserable lmao.

Enjoy!

cw: male sneezing, colds, contagion is mentioned but not explicitly in this part

A Cup of Tea and Paracetamol (pt 2)

“Stop laughing.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing, I’m getting it together,” Greyson took a deep breath slowly, but it came out once again as a squawk of a laugh. Elijah elbowed him hard in the arm before snatching his bag off of the moving carousel.

“You’re an ass,” Elijah grumbled, moving towards the exit.

“Boss, hey, I’m sorry, man,” Greyson said jogging a bit to keep up with Elijah. “But I mean, come on. It is kind of funny.”

“I literally cannot think of anything less funny,” Elijah said, pulling his hand sanitizer out of his pocket for the millionth time that day and squirting the last of it on his hands. “That was a fucking nightmare.” The sick man Elijah had been sitting next to literally couldn’t have done a worse job of keeping his germs to himself; he had basically sneezed and coughed for the entire seven hours, minus maybe thirty minutes of snoring with his open mouth facing Elijah. Greyson hailed a cab as Elijah shuddered; at least it was over.

“We’re gonna have to find an English CVS or something,” Greyson mused. “Do they have Emergen-C here?”

“I have no idea,” Elijah said, massaging his temples before opening the cab door. “Let’s just get away from this godforsaken airport.”

The ride to the hotel was thankfully quick, and by some miracle, the gift shop in the lobby did stock Emergen-C. Greyson and Elijah loaded up, dropped their things in the room, and headed out to dinner. Their first day was completely blown because of the flight and the time difference, so over their meals Elijah was busy texting the contact for the event.

“What’d she say about the product we ordered?” Greyson asked, his leg bouncing nervously under the table. Elijah gave him a pointed look and showed the chef his text stream with the contact – a woman named Samantha.

“She said she has it all,” he said as Greyson read through their texts. “Stop worrying so much.”

Greyson snorted. “That’s rich coming from you,” he said, taking a bite of his sandwich. “The king of fuckin worrying.”

“It’s a festival event, Grey. We’ve done a thousand of them. It’s not like we’re doing it in Mumbai and we don’t speak the language.” Greyson shrugged and Elijah sent off another text.

“Okay,” Elijah said, clapping his hands together. “Tomorrow: prep. It’s 1,000 portions, if we get to the kitchen at seven, it’ll probably take us ten hours to get everything done.”

“Seven?!” Greyson asked, incredulous. “Isn’t that like three in the morning our time?”

Elijah shrugged. “We have to get it done, Grey. We don’t have the team help us; I think the event provides a couple of culinary students, but that’s it. It’s gonna be a long one.”

Greyson groaned and put his head in his hands. “Fine,” he said after a moment of mourning his sleep. “But I’m gonna complain the whole time.”

Elijah chuckled as he flagged the server. “I’d expect no less.”

***

Greyson peeled his eyes open at the ass-crack of dawn to see that the bathroom light was on and the shower was running. Jesus christ, he thought, does Elijah ever fucking sleep?

The chef rolled unceremoniously out of bed and grudgingly shoved his legs into jeans and his arms into his chef coat. It was so goddamn early. He was so goddamn tired. While buttoning his chef coat, Greyson fantasized about running away, skipping the event and just enjoying London like it was a vacation; beer and fish and chips in a dark pub, strolling through museums with no schedule, taking a long ass hotel nap and then going to a Michelin-starred restaurant for dinner. Yeah… now that sounded like a trip.

Just as he was about to pound on the bathroom door and ask if Elijah had fallen in, Greyson heard his boss’s breath hitch.

“hehh...huhNGTSH-uh!”

Oh, mother fucker.

“Lij…?” Greyson called into the bathroom. When he didn’t get an answer, he knocked tentatively. “Y’okay in there?”

Greyson heard nothing for a moment, the a sudden – “HGTSHH-ue!” Greyson set his jaw in anticipation, and just as he was about to knock again, Elijah opened the door.

“I’m good,” he said, his voice slightly lower than it usually was. “You ready?”

“Uh, yeah,” Greyson said, motioning to his getup. “Are you sure you’re alright? I heard you, uh… sneezing.”

“I’m fine, Grey, just steam from the shower. C’mon, we need to meet Samantha in the lobby in five minutes.”

Greyson followed Elijah silently to the elevator, and continued his silence as they descended to the lobby. He couldn’t lie; he was worried. Worried about his boss, a bit, but mostly worried about the event - if Elijah was sick, who was going to work the booth with him tomorrow? He couldn’t do it himself, he knew that much for sure, but, to be frank, he was fairly scared of invoking Elijah’s wrath by asking if he was sick, or even offering to get him medicine. Instead, while Elijah went through the finer details of the event with Samantha, Greyson snuck off to the giftshop, bought two bottles of water, and filled them both with Emergen-C. Before Elijah could notice he’d left, Greyson breezed back to the lobby and placed a bottle in his boss’s hand.

“What’s this?” Elijah asked as he waved goodbye to Samantha. Greyson shrugged.

“Emergen-C. Long flight, long couple days; better to be safe than sorry.”

Elijah gave Greyson a pointed look, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he unscrewed the cap of his water bottle and chugged half of it.

“Right,” he said, screwing the cap back on. “Let’s go check out the kitchen.”

***

Not to be dramatic, but Elijah really wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through the weekend.

It was about seven hours into prepping the short rib nacho they were serving for tomorrow’s event, and Elijah’s eyes were drooping at even the thought of another seven hours. He’d definitely been entirely too optimistic about his and Greyson’s abilities to get this knocked out in ten hours; the culinary students he’d assumed would be helping them prep were, as it turned out, scheduled to help run the booth tomorrow, not cook with them today. Elijah and Greyson were balls-deep in chopping, searing, frying, and basting with no end in sight. And it really didn’t help that Elijah couldn’t seem to get one little thing under control.

“hehhNGTHSH-uh! HGSTH-oo!” Elijah sneezed into his elbow for what felt like the billionth time that day and sniffed as hard as he could before returning to slicing potatoes on the mandolin.

“Careful,” Greyson said, also for the billionth time. “Do you want me to take those over, boss? We really can’t have you slicing your finger off.”

“Ndo,” Elijah said, wincing at how his own voice sounded. “I’mb good.”

Whatever monster of a cold the man on the plane had had yesterday, it certainly traveled quickly. Elijah had woken up that morning with a scratchy throat and slightly runny nose, and now at just after noon he was fairly sure he was dying. “HETSSHCHH-ue!”

“Bless,” Greyson said, curt. At the beginning of the day, Greyson had been sympathetic – almost overly sympathetic, bordering on neurotic. He’d offered to buy Elijah medicine in the gift shop, which Elijah had staunchly declined until about ten am. After the third offer, Elijah had broken down and given up on the ‘I’m-not-sick-I’m-totally-fine’ charade. “Fine, yes, find me what they have.”

But Greyson had come back empty-handed, with exception of the mystery drug the man on the plane had requested yesterday – paracetamol. After a quick google search, they found out it was pretty much just tylenol.

“Tylenol??” Elijah had asked, dumbstruck. “That’s really all they have?”

Greyson had nodded. “I asked the woman at the front if there was, like, a drug store somewhere that sells dayquil and she had no idea what I was talking about.”

“You have got to be fucking shitting – HGTSHH-oo! Huhh...hehESTCHHH-ue! Snf.” Elijah wiped his face on his sleeve, defeated. “Shittigg mbe.”

He was not. A call to a local drugstore confirmed that dayquil and nyquil weren’t available in the UK, and their best bet was going to be the paracetamol. Elijah had tried to stifle a groan, and Greyson had offered his sympathy.

“I’m sorry, boss,” he said as he browned the short ribs in a huge tilt skillet. “I can ask the front desk to make you some tea?”

After Elijah had grumbled something about hating tea, Greyson had sighed and seemingly given up on the niceties. Now, several hours later, he had taken to not even mentioning Elijah’s condition.

“HRETSSHHOO!” This one caught Elijah off-guard, and he ended up doubled over his legs with his arms over his head to keep from contaminating the food. “Mbother fucker,” he mumbled, moving towards the hand washing station to blow his nose. From across the kitchen, Elijah heard Greyson sigh.

“Boss,” he called as Elijah threw away a handful of paper towels. “Go take a break.”

“Grey, we have so mbuch left to do. I’mb not leaving you.”

“Lij, please. Just go lay down for an hour or something, I literally am standing here with my stomach in my asshole freaking out that you’re not going to be able to do the event tomorrow, so please please just go and take a nap with some tea. Please.”

Elijah raised an eyebrow at Greyson and coughed lightly into his fist. “What the fugck are you talkigg about?” he asked, walking closer to the chef.

Greyson ran a nervous hand through his hair, then, noticing what he’d done, snapped the gloves off his hands and threw them in the trash with much more force than was necessary. “I’m just worried, dude, like you look like fucking hell. You look like you’re going to fuckin keel over, and I literally cannot do this event by myself. I can’t, Lij.”

Elijah huffed out a laugh that turned into a dry cough. “Greysond,” he said, as gently as he could muster, “I don’t care if I have two brokend arms and two brokend legs. I’mb going to be at the event. Okay? It’s a cold. I’mb fuckigg miserable, but it’s a cold. It’s gonna be fine.” He placed a careful hand on the chef’s shoulder and shook him lightly. “Okay?”

Greyson let out a shaky sigh. “Okay,” he said. “Good,” Elijah said, giving his friend’s shoulder a squeeze. “But you’re right about onde thing: we ndeed a break. And I think I mbight take you up ond – HGSTHH-oo! HRSHH-uh! Huhh…hhNGSTHH-ue!” Elijah groaned into the sleeve of his shirt and took the paper towel Greyson held out to him. “Ond the fuckigg tea.”

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Desire

Some of us have died after looking at this photo of sultry Tarak. I just had to write a fic on it.

Plot: This is Bheem*reader. Bheem is sexy, and he knows it. He is not the sweet, innocent baby here. He is half Bheem, half Daya in this fic. He goes for what he wants and shamelessly uses his sexiness to get it.

No warnings for Chapter 1. Smut will come in the next 2 chapters, I promise :)

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Chapter 1 (Link to Chapter 2, Chapter 3)

‘That one.’ Ram pointed at Riya. She had just come to the party and was talking to Bheem’s cousin, Ambika.

This was the first time he had seen her around. She must have been new to the city. He was immediately intrigued. She was obviously pretty, but Bheem somehow felt she didn’t realize that about herself. It was evident she had come straight from work - in her black and white jumpsuit, carrying a laptop bag. The dress fitted her lean figure well and accentuated her slender curves. Her light brown hair was held up in a messy bun, and she had very minimal makeup on. There was something about her - something which called out to him.

‘Why that one, though?’ He asked Ram, his childhood best friend.

‘Well, she is new here and therefore is not one amongst your long list of fan girls who fawn over you all the time. She doesn’t know you and is only here for ten more days to wrap up her consulting project. She is also a bit of an introvert - usually minds her own business at work. She does step out with us a bit, and it’s not like she doesn’t like to have fun. But let’s just say mingling with people is not one of her favorite things. She likes to keep to herself. She swiftly shut down two of my colleagues who hit on her.’ Ram giggled and went on to narrate the incidents to Bheem.

‘So you see, Bheem, she is not like the usual girls who fall head over heels for you. And that’s the challenge - if you can get her, you win the bet.’

‘Hmm.’ Bheem was still checking her out. He had no doubts that he would enjoy having her. It was a fairly steep task, but that would just make the result more fun. He had gotten bored of the dull women who threw themselves at him all the time - this girl was different. She seemed smart, graceful, and curious. Breaking through her defenses would be satisfying. And then enjoying the fruits of victory would be even more satisfying.

‘Done. The bet is on.’ Bheem shook Ram’s hand and accepted the challenge.

‘But remember, you can’t outrightly hit on her. None of your usual stuff - no dates, no sending flowers, no expensive gifts, no fancy dinners, no playing the guitar. Nothing. You can’t do anything from your playbook. You win the bet only if she initiates it and practically jumps on you. If she begs you to have her. If she literally rips your clothes off. If you can make it happen with her - I will forever worship you as a god and never doubt your skills with women.’ Ram elbowed Bheem, and he laughed. This was going to be fun. He would love to make Ram eat his words and never be smug in front of him for the rest of his life. Ram clearly thought this was an impossible task - but nothing was impossible in Bheem’s book. Not when it came to women. They didn’t call him ‘ladykiller’ for no reason.

10 days was a short time, though. He had to work fast. As a plan started brewing in his head, he walked towards his cousin, who was still talking animatedly to Riya.

‘Ambika, wassuppp?’ Bheem took her in a side hug. Riya looked up at him, and their eyes met.

‘Bhaiya, I am well. And stop messing up my hair.’ She lightly pushed him away, both of them grinning at each other.

‘Bhaiya, meet Riya. She is from BCG and is working with us on the new M&A implementation project. Ram Bhaiya’s team works directly with her. Riya, this is my cousin Bheem. It’s his birthday party that I have dragged you to because you have been working like a crazy person since you got to Mumbai last month.’

‘Riya, what a lovely name. Nice to meet you.’ Bheem extended his hand toward her while putting on his most adorable baby-blue smile. He knew how his smile worked on women, and he knew fully well how & where to use it.

‘Hey, Bheem, nice to meet you too. Happy birthday. This is a great party.’ She shook his hand and smiled at him.

‘Thank you. I am glad you could make it.’ He held her hand for a few extra seconds, lightly brushing her knuckles with his thumb. It didn’t go unnoticed, but she didn’t react.

‘Oh Bhaiya, you wouldn’t believe I had to literally drag her here. She had her nose buried in work. She even brought her laptop along, just in case she found a quiet spot to finish some stuff. Can you believe it? She is such a workaholic.’ Ambika rambled on, and Riya smiled at her.

‘I think it’s nice.’ Bheem looked straight at Riya. ‘To be so passionate about what you do, and to want to always fulfill your commitment. It’s a great trait to have, especially as we are all very early in our careers. This will take us a long way. I really admire that, Riya.’ His eyes didn’t waver, looking straight at her.

She blushed with both anxiety and relief. His words were soothing, but his eyes were a different story altogether. And his smirk - she was trying hard to not focus on that.

‘Umm, thanks, Bheem. Very few people think like you do - most others just make fun of me endlessly.’ Riya looked at Ambika on cue, and she just rolled her eyes at Riya.

‘Whatever. Uff, you guys are like made for each other. I am going to get a drink and get away from you two geeks.’ Ambika said dismissively and walked back to the bar, leaving the two of them alone. Riya instantly felt nervous in Bheem’s presence. And his trained eyes noticed that. He continued to gaze at her, even as she looked away.

‘Listen, if you need a quiet place to wrap up your work, you can use my room. It’s upstairs. I can’t promise it will be fully quiet, but I do have noise cancellation in my room for when I play my guitar and drums. No one will bother you there.’ He turned on the sweet smile again.

Riya thought about it for a good few moments. She really needed to send out some emails by tonight, and she won’t make it back to her place anytime soon, even if she leaves right away. But going to his room seemed too much. It just made her more nervous for some reason.

‘Umm, no, I don’t want to bother you like that. I will just sit at the bar and send out stuff.’ She said politely.

‘At the bar? And have your friends tease you even more for it? Seriously - if they see you working here, you will never hear the end of it. It’s no bother at all - no one is using my room. Come, I will walk you to it.’ His fingers grazed the back of her elbow, and she jumped slightly. He was right - she would be dead meat if her colleagues saw her working here. And she really needed to send out a few emails. Reluctantly, she concluded that it made sense to go to his room. The thought still made her anxious, though.

‘Okay. That’s so sweet of you to offer. Thank you.’ As she walked behind him towards the stairs, she just hoped no one saw them. It would look so weird to an uninitiated person. Or maybe not - maybe they will think of something else. Something completely inappropriate. Urghhh, she was really stuck between a rock and a hard place. With a few deep breaths, she tried to calm herself and declutter her mind. She didn’t realize when they had reached the top of the stairs - only coming to her senses when she bumped into his back. She stepped back immediately.

‘I am so sorry; I was just lost in some thought.’ She blurted out. Bheem just smiled at her - this one not as sweet. The smirk was back - damn that smirk, she thought.

‘Are sorry and thanks your favorite words?’

‘What? No. Did I give that impression? I am sorr…’

Both of them looked at each other and burst out laughing. That eased her nerves a bit. He had such a beautiful laugh - his eyes crinkled with amusement, and his eyebrows furrowed so cutely. He opened the door to his room, and she walked inside.

It was a beautiful room, like the rest of the house, actually. She loved the aesthetic color scheme and the combination of antique plus modern furniture. White walls and French windows were totally her things. It was clear that he had good taste. The room was full of trophies and awards in swimming, volleyball, and music. It also had a bunch of business trophies - he had done well for himself at a very early age, and all self-made. Which was the best part; she really admired that. On the corner were a savvy set of drums next to his guitar. How did he get time to do so much together? She had struggled to manage her studies with even her hobbies of reading & dancing. While this guy clearly had 48 hours in his day. To say that she was impressed was a massive understatement.

Again, he noticed her admiration in the way she was looking around his room. The plan was working out beautifully. Thrilled, he gave himself a silent pat on his back.

‘Riya, I will leave you to your work now. Please be comfortable. You can take the bed, couch, bean bag, or whatever you prefer. Take as much time as you need - the party is not ending anytime soon.’ He smiled at her and started to shut the door behind him on his way out.

‘Bheem, please leave the door open.’ It was bad enough that she was in his room. Keeping the door shut would be thoroughly inappropriate.

‘But the noise? The noise cancellation won’t work with the door open.’

‘I know. But it’s a good distraction. I don’t need to do any calls, just some emails. So it’s fine.’ She smiled back at him. He nodded and left the door open on his way out. She kept looking at his retreating figure for a good few seconds before realizing what she was doing. He was so hot - she wanted to drop to her knees and cry. It wasn’t just the looks - it was the way he spoke and carried himself that added to the charm. He had this air about him - like he owned every room he walked into. Plus, his dressing sense was so classy; she loved that. The dark blue buttoned-up shirt and grey trousers looked gorgeous on him. She had noticed how body-hugging his attire was - the rippling muscles were on full display. Add that to the list of things he had managed to do in parallel to everything else - he somehow had time to work out as well. While she had to kick herself every day to even go for a jog. How lovely - she had more reasons to hate herself now.

Bheem had just returned downstairs when Ram grabbed his elbow and took him to the side.

‘What the fuck was that, Bheem?’

‘What happened? You spilled my drink, you idiot.’

‘Oh, to hell with the drink. How the fuck is Riya in your room? What did you do? What are you, man? Have you already..’ Ram was still ranting when Bheem burst out laughing.

‘Ram, I work fast but not that fast. She wanted to wrap up some work, so I offered my room. That’s it.’

‘That’s it? Yeah, right. Tell me your game. What are you up to? I told you the bet is off if you hit on her.’

‘Oh, just get a grip. I did not hit on her. I will not hit on her. As for my game, well, I don’t share the tricks of my trade. You just wait and watch. Actually, no, you won’t get to watch if you get my drift.’ The smirk was back, and how. Ram just left him to it. He still felt this was impossible, but watching Bheem this confident was a bit nerve-wracking for him.

‘Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do.’ He left Ram on the side and went to look for Ambika. A plan had just struck him, but he had to first cover the bases and lock in the logistics before inviting Riya.

In the meanwhile, Riya gave herself a good pep talk and somehow managed to get back to work. She was just about to be done when she heard a knock on the door. Bheem popped his head in.

‘Your friends are looking for you. I told them you are talking to your mom, and bought you some time. But I don’t think that will work for much longer.’ She got up from the couch and shut her laptop.

‘That’s fine; I just got done. Thanks for saving me from their evil taunts. And yes, I am saying thanks again.’ She smiled at him gratefully.

‘Always at your service, my lady.’ He half curtsied, making her burst into giggles. She had a beautiful ringing laugh, and he got lost in it for a few seconds. Quickly regaining his composure, though, he walked close to where she was standing.

‘Listen, I am going to give you some absolutely unsolicited advice. I used to be a lot like you when I built my startup. It was only when I sold it last year that I realized I forgot to live in those 5 years. It’s great to be committed to work, but it’s also ok to give yourself a break once in a while and live a little.’ He leaned closer, only a few inches away from her. She smiled - his advice clearly resonated with her. He continued.

‘And speaking of living a little, we are going to my Alibaug farmhouse for this long weekend. Ram will be there, and Ambika as well. And some of my other friends who you met downstairs. Ambika said you guys have this weekend off. Why don’t you come along? You can even bring your laptop - there will be many quiet places to work out of if the need arises.’ He added smoothly.

‘Ummm..hey.. thanks. But I am only here for 10 more days, and I have to get a ton of work done. It’s such a thoughtful invitation, it really is, but I am not mentally prepared for it. And I am not really the best at being so spontaneous. I can’t explain that; it’s just a thing with me. I…don’t think I would be able to make it.’ She blurted nervously. She had just met him - yes, she knew some of the other folks coming along, but it was his place and his invitation - it was just too soon. Plus, she had work, so so much work.

He didn’t give up, though, coz he had expected this reaction. ‘Hey, that’s totally fine. I understand. You don’t have to decide today. It’s Tuesday - we are leaving Friday morning, so think about it, and you can let Ambika know. The water there is the most beautiful blue. We will be going on a yacht, and the sea will be gorgeous at this time. You can crash in Ambika’s room there - she has a special room she has claimed for herself. And hey, a little spontaneity never killed anyone. Break free once in a while; you will enjoy it, I promise. Some of your colleagues will be there too, so you will have enough people you will know already. If won’t just be me, you know.’ He leaned closer, slightly brushing her wrist with the back of his finger. She shivered and stepped back.

‘No, no, it’s not that. Not at all. Look, I will think about it, ok? I will get back to Ambika.’

‘Super, now get down and enjoy the rest of the party. Unless you want your friends to find you in my room.’ He smiled sweetly but left the suggestion hanging in the air. She didn’t know what to make of it, honestly, so she pretended to ignore it. The idea of Alibaug was tempting, and she would be staying with Ambika after all. She had looked at the photos of the place and really wanted to go there. But the whole Bombay trip had gone by in a blur, and she hadn’t gotten any time to step out. And the yacht, whoa, she had always wanted to go on one. Plus, she loved the sea - she was such a water baby. The whole thing sounded too alluring to say no to. Like he said, a little spontaneity didn’t kill anyone. She really wanted to be that way a bit and not be her ultra-disciplined self all the time. Should she just take the leap and go ahead? She knew she wanted to.

When they reached downstairs, Bheem got pulled away by some of his other guests. She didn’t see much of him the rest of the night. The party was fun, though - she drank happily with Ambika and her colleagues, letting herself loose for a change. When it started to get late, Ambika went to look for Bheem to say her goodbyes. He followed her back and walked them both to the cab. As Riya was settling in, he shook her hand again and lingered for a few seconds.

‘Riya, it was great meeting you today. Hopefully, I will see you soon.’

‘It was great seeing you as well, Bheem. And yes, you will see me soon. I am coming on Friday.’ She didn’t know whether it was the drinks or the adrenaline from dancing non-stop or just the feeling of this smoking hot man gazing at her like that made her say yes. But she did say yes, and it made her happy.

Bheem flashed his most charming smile at her, making her go weak in the knees. ‘Well, you just made my birthday a lot happier. See you soon, Riya.’ He leaned closer but stopped short of actually touching her. Truth be told - she was half relieved and half disappointed. And again, he noticed that, like a hawk. Man, he was proud of himself at that moment. The charm never failed.

He returned to the party and asked the rest of the folks for Alibaug. Whoever could come at such short notice. Only Ram and Ambika were crucial, so he locked them in first before asking Riya. Bheem was looking forward to Friday - the weekend would be so much fun. He truly loved the water; it gave him an immense sense of peace and perspective. And he absolutely loved his yacht as well. Spending time with his friends would be fun. The food would be amazing. The weather would be great this time of the year. But the biggest and most alluring prize would be this beautiful woman. He knew he would win. He knew he would charm her senseless and make her want him so much that she makes the first move. Oh yes, he was looking forward to Alibaug.

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Phew, that was a different Bheem. What did you think? I have the next two parts clear in my head; just need to get to typing :)

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kylesvariouslistsandstuff · 4 months

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Ugh...

Here we go again with this... Something something, "It's not my fault Disney is making these sequels! I avoided their latest original movies because they sucked! I shouldn't be to blame for that!"

A) These Disney Animation and Pixar sequels were likely always going to be made regardless of how the recent original movies performed financially. In the biz, if a movie makes a shit-ton of money, it's likely getting a sequel. It ain't 1997 anymore.

B) There is no blame or punishment, per se... The system in the world of mainstream American feature animation is working as intended. It's capitalism 101. It sucks, yes, but that's how it is. The performance of one movie dramatically affects the slate, or even the studio's survival. Must we dredge up what happened to Blue Sky after The Walt Disney Company bought them and their first movie released by them lost money at the box office? Better yet, all the times Disney Animation faced shutdown for many decades.

C) What if... Hear me out... These sequels are all pretty good? Better than the recent original stuff, even? Impossible! Something can be a critically-acclaimed audience favorite, and you'd still have gaggles of people online insisting the thing in question is garbage. Just look at TURNING RED, for example. It's all fuckin' subjective at the end of the day.

D) It's never gonna be good enough anyways, so why bother? I don't think I can name a *single* Disney animated movie where almost everyone was on the same page, praising it... Since THE LION KING? The latter-years Renaissance movies all had their detractors, as did the early 2000s movies, as did all the "Revival" movies (why don't they do 2D anymore? Because a lot of people avoided PRINCESS AND THE FROG and WINNIE THE POOH). I remember there were at least a few people who didn't like TANGLED, WRECK-IT RALPH, etc. etc. Were very vocal about that or didn't think they were "Disney enough" or whatever. Hell, even LION KING used to get flack for the KIMBA similarities. Plenty of the now-beloved films overseen by Walt Disney himself were largely greeted with mixed or negative reviews upon initial release. It'll never be perfect, it's just the nature of the beast. How the movies live on, is the more important part. Not the opinions of self-appointed "experts" on the Internet. Again, it's all personal preference.

The thing is, the movies Disney chooses to make is kind out of our control. No one should be obliged to pay for a product so that you get the next one like it ("vote with your wallet!"), but unfortunately, that's how the biz works. If you're not game on the latest films from the studio, you're also not to blame for what they do next, but they're gonna do what they're gonna do. That's just that about that. Hell, the thing can be a big success... And they'll still do the opposite of what people want! Off the top of my head, not an animated movie, but WORLD WAR Z 2 not moving forward despite how well the first one did. Again, it sucks. But... If WDAS ever got to a point where they were making things that I just did not want to see whatsoever? Then I'd go watch something else. It's ultimately the higher-ups' decisions that are at fault.

Very rarely are financial failures looked at logically, very rarely do executives ever try to pick up the pieces from there. Instead it's "never make this kind of thing again" or "shut this place down". It happened to Blue Sky. It happened at DreamWorks, projects cancelled (B.O.O., MONKEYS OF MUMBAI, etc.), staff laid off, a whole animation unit closed down (Pacific Data Images), etc. Disney Animation threw 2D features out twice, cancelled many movies, laid off tons of people multiple times, they faced complete shutdown multiple times. Animated movies are expensive and require lots of people and resources, they're fragile as is. COVID-19 really cut into their box office, and it doesn't help that going to the movies costs a fortune.

I'm not saying this is all a good, it's not. I've just made peace with it, and can only hope films keep getting made, staff still have work and roofs to keep over their heads, and maybe... Just maybe, I'll like the movies, too?

Anyways, I hope I like MOANA 2. I'm curious to see what the director and writers and artists and musical talents all bring to this world that was created by the first film.

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whoops. (1/2)

rating: pg-13 at the most, and most of it is for language. pairing: past - and kind of present - grace nakimura/gabriel knight. trigger warnings: pregnancy. mentions of the occult. grace's lack of brain cells (affectionate). not beta'd. summary: eight weeks after the events that took place in rennes-le-château, grace finds her hopes into being a big damn hero put on a hold. also known as, no one is going to write it, jane has left us on read about it, so i'm going to do it.

eight weeks.

In hindsight, she should’ve known something was amiss; no, it wasn’t her being late, either. Grace had dealt with irregular periods since she was thirteen. After the first month of nothing, she didn’t think much about it. She was too busy settling into a flat in Mumbai and chalked it up to her body working like it usually did—coffee and those powdery doughnuts convenient stores like to sell—to pay too much attention. Then the second month went by, and Grace said, “well, might be stress,” because she was once again going halfway around the world trying to be a Big Damn Hero.

Better reasons this time around, but the same story.

Her jeans fit a little tightly. Her breasts were sore, tender really. It was the heartburn—Christ. She was thirty. Surely, thirty was too young to worry about heartburn? Especially after eating a jalapeno, when she grew up eating spices that were way warmer—that made her suspicious. Maybe she was sick; maybe it was some sort of stress of moving across the world, with only a letter to a man she would always love more than he’d love her, and a short phone call to her parents in New York.

Sometimes she thought about e-mailing Gabriel.

She never did. Not because she hated him, but because she was afraid he hated her.

I wouldn’t blame him if he did, was what she told herself, because for all his faults, she wasn’t always innocent either.

“You’re young,” Gerde had told her when Grace chalked up the courage to give her a real, sincere apology. Grace had bristled at that at first—twenty-four wasn’t young; she was a grown woman—but Gerde just gave her a knowing look that said, see? Then they shared a beer and spent most of the night talking about history, about philosophy, and for a rare time she saw how Gerde spoke about the late Wolfgang without hedging on sadness, but a sort of fondness, and Grace remembered thinking, wow, I hope I love someone like that one day.

She had a photo of him, of Gabriel, in her wallet. Of course, it wasn’t only him, but Mosley was there, too. Gabriel had his arm around his best friend while looking into the camera with a smug grin.

Out of all the things she missed about Gabriel Knight, it was that smug grin of his.

Eight weeks. Eight weeks passed and she spent it making her small flat livable, while pouring herself in whatever Chandrel threw at her. Mostly, it was meditation—apparently, she had trouble centering herself and opening her mind, ergo, she was stubborn—and research. Which was fine. Learn how to count before you could add or subtract. Didn’t stop her from being restless and wanting to advance when she was four, and it was still the same at thirty.

What gave it away, what finally made her think, huh, my body has been acting weird so I should investigate it, was the smell of incense. It was during a meditation with the other initiates when something when she got a whiff of something so foul, so unimaginably rancid, she shot up from the pillow she saw on to throw up her breakfast in a potted plant.

“Meditation isn’t for everyone,” a Nigerian undergrad named Aretta joked, but her brown eyes were sympathetic when another wave of nausea hit.

That day she purchased three pregnancy texts. She realized a little too late where she purchased from did not have an English translation so, with swallowing her pride and humiliation, and because she felt she needed to apologize for what happened earlier, she handed the sticks to a baffled Chandrel who was outside, trimming the weeds on his knees.

“Sorry about...” she trailed off, not wanting to allow the word ‘vomit’ to escape her mouth, ‘else if she thought about it too much, she might repeat it. Chandrel was proud of his garden, and he had been nothing but a good friend; he didn’t deserve that. “Um. I don’t... I know a few words in Hindi, but I don’t know if this is Tamil, or...”

“Marathi,” Chandrel said with bemusement. Sometimes, when he spoke to her, it felt like he was speaking to a child, and while a part of her wanted to bristle like she did when Gerde called her young, a larger part of her allowed herself to be humbled. Maybe the meditation thing was working, or maybe she was simply growing up. He took the tests—a brow quirked knowingly—with brown eyes staring at the results for a moment, before handing them back to her. “Congratulations are in order, I assume. Or condolences.”

Whoops.

twelve weeks.

She had typed out an e-mail to Gabriel about, oh, five thousand and twenty-two times. Sometimes she just ranted at him, blamed him, as if she wasn’t a willing participant; as if she hadn’t thought about what happened—although maybe she would’ve wanted the situation to be a bit different—a thousand times before it did. Sometimes she gave into self-flagellation and apologized to him. For envying him. For wanting to be him at some point, even if half of that want was merely her doing her best to ignore the growing unrequited feelings that blossomed without her saying so. For leaving without a proper goodbye because, despite it all, he changed her life for the better.

She went to New Orleans to grow up, to make her own choices, and applying for that job at Saint George’s did exactly that.

The ones that she’d never send were the ones to which she told him she loved him. That it was fine that he didn’t feel the same, she heard him tell Mosely as much, and what happened, while it meant a great deal to her, probably wasn’t the wisest idea for either of them. That wouldn’t change how she felt and maybe, someday, they could continue being friends. Just friends with a Whoops in their lives.

Sometimes she wrote letters, actual handwritten letters, even if the new millennium was dawning and no one wrote letters anymore. Hell, it took Grace weeks to convince him to use a computer than his typewriter.

She knew she could call. At least, she could call Gerde, who was a good friend, had been a supportive friend even if their initial meeting was awful, if only to reassure her that she was fine. She hadn’t spoken to her since returning briefly to Rittersburg to collect her things. They had hugged, Gerde had wished her well, and while the woman wanted to pry, she had the grace to keep any questions silent.

Every e-mail was deleted; every written letter was crumbled up and tossed in the bin.

“I have bigger fish to fry,” she had told herself, unconsciously rubbing the small bump. Most women don’t show their first time around, or not really, but Grace found herself rubbing that spot where the smallest of bulges formed more and more as of late. “I still have to tell my parents.”

Thinking about telling Gabriel made her heart hurt; telling her parents made her heart go into overdrive into a flat-out panic attack. Not good for Whoops, the doctors had said, so she decided not to tell them. At least, not yet. Maybe when she could look her very, very traditionalist parents, who came to America when she was three so she could have the best life possible, in the eye and say, “well, you always wanted to be grandparents!” without dying from sheer terror.

“What are you going to do about Whoops?” Aretta had asked, braids placed in a bun on top of her head as she walked with Grace arm and arm toward some hole-in-the-wall food joint that Grace had been constantly craving, regardless of heartburn. While low-rise jeans were becoming a style, Grace enjoyed the high-rise variety, especially when she knew soon most of her blouses would not fit. They were already snug at the bust area, much to both her horror and slight amazement. “Have you considered—”

“Everything,” she told the younger woman with a great big sigh. “I even started to make an appointment at the clinic like you suggested, but...”

Aretta did not, nor would she ever, judge, and merely offered a small smile. She and Gerde would’ve gotten along a lot quicker than she and Gerde did. Then again, that was Grace’s own blunder, not Gerde’s. “It was only a suggestion, Grace,” Aretta soothed, “the choice is yours alone. It is your body, after all, not mine.”

Grace nodded and offered a small smile.

Having their fill of samosas with chola, they spent the rest of their time going over the bestiary sitting crisscross-applesauce in the middle of her flat, that still had yet to be fully unboxed, scribbling their own experiences—well, Grace’s, anyway, since all Aretta knew was what her mother had taught her—in the margin of their notebooks.

Whoops still hovered in the background. Hard not to when all she felt was bloated, gassy, or rarely—and she counted herself grateful since her mother had often said that carrying Grace meant she was spending more time over the toilet than having any sort of pregnancy glow—throwing up. Tucking her raven hair behind her ear, thinking she ought to give it a trim because it was growing too long, she blurted out, “What if I keep it? Whoops? I mean, it shouldn’t be too hard, right? Women have kids alone all the time.”

Aretta made a noncommittal sound, and Grace continued, “I don’t need Gabriel. He always said he was terrified of settling down, anyway, so, me not telling him is just honoring his wishes.” Another noncommittal sound came from Aretta who, if Grace was anywhere but her head, would think it almost sounded amused. “He compared me to a nagging Ikea furniture, anyway, so there’s no loss there. Really. Also, my parents? Well, they can’t kill me if I show up in Manhattan in a year from now just, you know, shoving a baby at them and say, surprise! I can say I adopted it!”

“Mmm,” and for being younger than Grace, with those dark discerning eyes and a patient grin. “It is your choice, like I said,” and this would be when she finally would take her eyes from the notebook she had been scribbling on, a toothy grin that showcased her gapped teeth she wore proudly. Not like Grace. Grace begged for braces to correct hers. “You do not need to convince me, Grace, but I think you need to convince yourself.”

Which, when Grace came down from the neurotic burst, she had to release it like the gas that kept her up all night, she allowed. And after a long moment, after deliberating every pro and con, imagining every sort of scenario, Grace was left with this. “I want to keep Whoops.”

Aretta snorted, “You might need to figure out a name other than Whoops, then.”

twenty-four weeks.

It was closing in at the cut off where she could travel internationally. The midwife she had been seeing so far had told her she was pushing it, but since her pregnancy was going on without a hitch, then it should be fine. The old woman even gave her a doctor’s note in case there was any trouble.

Aretta drove her to the airport. Chadrel had to run the academy but gave her his blessing. “The both of you are always welcome back, Grace,” he had told her.

“It’s not forever,” she reassured him with a laugh. She never got to get her hair trimmed, decided to wear it in a braid because it was the easiest thing she could do in the mornings. “We’ll be back soon. Just need to tie up some loose ends.”

A knowing look, “I take it you aren’t going to the States?”

“Not until Whoops is born and I can hide behind her, because I’m pretty sure my mother won’t kill me if I’m holding a baby.” It was the only thing that kept her nerves at bay, really, when it came to telling her parents. They were traditional, yes, but Grace knew they loved her more than life itself. She was their only one, after all. They never understood her wanting to go to New Orleans, or wanting to go to Germany, or even India, but they had supported her, nonetheless.

Mostly, she just didn’t want to disappoint them.

Just like she hoped her daughter, her Whoops, wouldn’t be disappointed by her.

Funny. For a while, she had thought she was carrying a boy; she had assumed that most of the Ritters were males, anyway.

She had written to Gerde a week before she bought her ticket. She hadn’t told her about Whoops, yet—which was a bit mean, really, just showing up pregnant, but for all Grace wanted to be a big damn hero she was mostly a big damn coward—but did ask if she could stop by. This sort of thing was a conversation one had in person, not phone or e-mail or letter.

Of course, Gerde had written. We left your room the same. Gabriel has been out a lot, recently, but I know he would be happy to see you.

“You’ll call, or write, when you get there.” No questions, but straight facts as Aretta pulled her into a hug, which she returned as best as her bump allowed. Although small, it still made moving around difficult. “You gave me the address to that big fancy castle. If you don’t write, you bet your ass I will.”

And with that, Grace boarded the plane, not yet waddling like a duck, thank God.

While Mumbai wasn’t as cold as Germany, and she would spend a great deal of the flight burning up, she dressed in her warm maternity clothes. Rittercastle was in the mountains and while she remembered it being picturesque and almost something out of a fairytale, she also remembered how cold the castle was even with heating installed, and how she spent more nights next to a fire than not. New Orleans spoiled her. She grew up with the cold. Now she couldn’t stand anything below fifty degrees.

Two things that were fortuitous when Grace Nakimura made it to Rittersburg Castle: one, light snow which made finding a cab to take her to her destination rather easy; two, when she arrived, Gabriel wasn’t there, which would give her even more time to explain herself.

She used that time to explain to Gerde who, when she opened the door to greet her, noticed her bump as soon as Grace walked inside.

“You’ve been busy.”

Grace smirked, “you have no idea.”

And that was how she spent the first night in Rittersburg after many months; sipping hot cocoa, sitting on the couch beside Gerde, telling her everything that happened. From Chadrel, to what happened in France, telling her about Aretta, and then to Whoops. Gerde snorted into her own cup of cocoa at the nickname. “Whoops?”

“It felt appropriate,” Grace defended, “and nothing seems to fit her.”

Gerde’s blue eyes twinkled. “Her?”

Grace gave an almost shy smile, nodding. She felt ridiculous for being so bashful about Whoops. From the moment she felt her fluttering about inside her, letting Grace know that under no uncertain terms she was there, to even showing everyone at the academy the sonogram photos she had taken. It was ridiculous. She knew this was ridiculous, entertaining raising a child, but as every single day went by, she couldn’t see a life without Whoops.

“You haven’t told Gabriel,” Gerde surmised. Grace nodded, causing the blonde woman to place her cup on the coffee table in front of them, and gave her a look that was far older than a woman of her age. Sometimes Grace forgot she was technically older than Gerde with how she carried herself. Just like Aretta. “I am going to be honest with you, Grace, he’s been—sad.” Gerde made a face as if saying, no, that wasn’t the right word for it, and began again. “He still jokes, he still writes, but there is something missing. He still talks to his grandmother, but that seems to be the only thing that really makes him happy.”

Well. Shit.

“You think Whoops would make him happy?” Grace asked, incredulously; easier to be obtuse than understand that, with how Gerde sounded so somber, Grace had to at least be partially the reason for his moods. Grace wasn’t arrogant enough to assume she broke his heart, but she knew that, while he’d never return her feelings, he still cared about her. That they were friends.

Gerde allowed Grace to take the easy way out, if not for now, with how she snorted once more. “For a man who swears he is terrified of the idea of family, he keeps his own close to his heart,” which was fair. Rebecca Knight all but raised Gabriel, after all; if Mosley and Grace were his friends, Rebecca was his best friend, his world at that. And the fact he did mourn Wolfgang, even if he only knew him a brief time, the reason why he began the journey was to honor him in some way. A sense of duty.

Well, that was how Grace saw it, anyway.

She also remembered how he would always make time to visit his grandfather’s, his mother’s, and his father’s tomb, too.

“I’m afraid,” Grace admitted, still sipping on her beverage. “Not...not just for me, you know, but her. I know Gabriel can be the world’s biggest ass, so can I, and I am not worried about him being an ass to her—damnit.” A groan. “I chose to be a Schattenjäger. Gabriel had to become one.”

“And you are afraid that your daughter will not have a choice?” Gerde summed up effortlessly. “We all have a choice, Grace. That is one choice she will not have to make for many years yet. If I were you, I would focus on telling Gabriel—”

“Tellin’ me what?” A heavily accented voice accompanied by boots on the castle ground.

Grace began to choke on her cocoa, causing Gerde to move and pat her back.

#myfic #based off my hc & my hc from my rp blog #gabriel knight #grace nakimura #tho it's mostly about rekindling their friendship and a maybe #whoops actually holds the braincell #icb i am tagging this but the fandom is small its ok #also splitting this up into two parts bc its over 5k #i don't know how to do small one shots anymore i guess

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