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7ban-sama · 4 months

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hai 7ban-sama !! anon is back again :33 we now have dragon art of the trio made by aida , does that mean we’ll get any dragon content of the tbhk cast aswell ?? please give me any dragon ❤️🤍 head-canons !! :D

Hi there! Ooh ooh, I can only hope we'll see more characters dragon-ified, at the very least, I have my fingers crossed for a matching Tsukasa... whether he be a scribble, a header, any degree of polish. I'd be excited to know he is out there. Amane's and Nene's outfits/colors were already so extravagant in a way I couldn't have predicted, so... I'd love to see what's envisioned for Tsutsu~

As for headcanons... I haven't actually been so industrious myself. (Not to sound too self-pitying, but I've been pretty braindead the past week or two...) Buuut, my lovely twin @2n2n thought up some things and shared them with me recently, and I really just like her idea...❤ I've been granted permission to share.

"The set-up is one where Amane and Tsukasa are dragons, but not so ancient — much like in canon how the Mermaid doesn't regard Amane as a threat because he's some dinky mystery and 50 years is not a lot to a kaii; the boys could functionally be baby dragons but, humans can't clock them. Mischievous Amane likes to mess with humans… adjacent to the jewelery shoppe boys, Amane and Tsukasa engaged in getting people to make deals with them, yet making like hardly any earnest effort. Not remotely capable of all they seem to. Not like it matters… But I'd like to think communication with the dragons, any dragon, at all, IS SOOOO special and rare and, as in canon not everyone can even be heard, but Nene-chan a special girl… prays and makes offerings often. Amane is like goddddd pant pant rrr that hot girl!!!!!! but he has to be mad shes like often praying for guys… lol… Amane who is a dragon does not understand human romance or dating, his mind sees humans as pretty petty and more than anything desperate to procreate or something (that's what boyfriends are for…) (so many people BEG for child or to save some ugly child or bless their ugly child… all humans care about)… they are like rats or something, you know… he can explain this to Tsukasa uncharitably who is just like, I see… humans do love their big ceremonies for weddings… but they're so pretty ♥ it would be nice to see the girl like that! dressed up all nice…. ♥

... but it gives an impression that Yashiro wants to. be impregnated like sf badly it's obscene, she's so young what is wrong with this one. I wish I did not have to sit here and listen to it…. rrrr. But gklfjg;…

I guess it's not dissimilar to canon. Amane is like, 'well… why can't it 'be me', if she's going to be obsessed like this, and I'm an amazing dragon…. I can tell her I'll marry her, and she'll bare my child. A magical being of dragon and human origin.' <- he can't actually do this. This isn't an ability he has— WELL– he can, ,, bind himself to her (like in canon…) and that's kind of like a relationship, but he can't. put a baby in her, even if it's poss for a dragon let's say you need to be like 5000 years old and of a certain power and veneration and, he is NOT close. But it means there are FABLES and MYTHS and RUMORS of dragon conception… I will have Tsukasa gently sway her to reading about and understanding those myths, thinking about them in some way. Just to lend me credibility…. like blow open a book onto a page about this OK. knock some scroll off a wall while shes dusting. ok

But the. Core of my thought is just Amane appearing before Nene-chan, on a night she is tending a shrine (I want to imagine a shrine-maiden Nene-chan… just sweeps n stuff but yaknow. tThus why she's always heard & always making offerings & Amane is way too aware of her)… and idk, some mumbo jumbo about, her devotion to her duty, a reward in order… and, taking pity on her… have heard her wishes, her pleas, over the many years…

but it'd kind of be a. [silent confusion from Nene-chan] bc she fklsdj;fkdl doesn't want flkdjf; a kid, that's not kglf;gjk;l? but its like [thinks] but ? … if I had a dragon-blessed child…. wouldn't I become some kind of, royalty, surely…? Popular… wouldn't everyone beg to see me and make offerings to me…. wouldn't I then have suitors? I'll have been recognized as special and beautiful by a Godly being… she's Nene-chan so it quickly gets to her head. Amane is patient watching her think like, that's right girl think about it…. Tsukasa swirls into the room. I had like lkfj;ld thought of Amane snaking Tsukasa into things like, ah that is my counterpart, we are one…. you will be as ours. Makes this sound mystical. Tsukasa is like :y i get to marry Nene-chan too?? … yes…

Commence… having crazy sex with dragons. Relief for Amane, this will satisfy her… she won't be speaking other names into her palms anymore… she'll say thank you to me… AMANE-SAMA…!!

I like the result of their bond though meaning... AFTER… a ceremony… and. sex. Nene-chan does have dragon features, though only seen by others with some magic (like canon…)… and Amane+Tsukasa can now don human forms. But I want it to be only after lol… you have to commit to the dragons, in their real bodies.

Ah kind of dfkljkdlg;df moment for Nene-chan that the like smoke dissipates and the shadow of 2 boys manifests and these bug eyed creeps . omg!!!!!!!!! NOT WHTA YOU EXPECTED… (IMAGINED… HANDSOME…. BIG HUGE TALL STRONG…)…

The prolonged lie is just like. [picks teeth] oh you thought having a dragon was like having a human baby, no. it will take muuuuch longer than 9 months. it's gonna , take years . especially when you're so young, it'll like kill you if it happened any faster… trust me. just wait… be patient…. [and also, have sex with us more… it'll make it stronger or whatever….that was better than I ever imagined, uhghh… ]"

Er, I know it was an ask for my thoughts but sometimes my thoughts are just her thoughts., ,, like after she gives me her thoughts I go wow. [has them] [they're the same now]

#☀️#💬#❤️🤍#this is like maybe a little. eccentric. but!!!! :)

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shawty-writes-a-little · 10 months

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Ever yours 4.

[series list]

ram rrr x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k+

summary: idiots in love

YES I’m alive SORRY it took me million years to update I will update more often now I swear

The next morning as the sun shone through the thin curtains of Ram’s former bedroom, he fluttered his eyes open. Settling into the surrounding as he rose back to reality, he’d realised it was the first time he slept in his room after being married. He slept in his library to honour his lady wife’s privacy and comfort given their marriage was a bit sudden and to fit circumstances. Regardless, he also recalled it being the first time he slept next to his wife, the last of his memory from the previous night was his fingers intertwined with hers and her head by his bicep-the pair snuggling as they dozed off. He looked to his side and found it empty her side of the bed already made.

Ram revisited his memories of y/n’s embrace, was it a dream or did it actually happen? No, he was sure it did happen. He remembered being half asleep as they held each other after visiting some events of his life. The feeling of her asleep in his arms, he remembered her even breathing, the feeling of his hands around her, the solace of her—why am I thinking about it? Ram had his mind made up he wasn’t made for petty domesticities, he had a huger sense of purpose. Despite of the fact that he smiled a bit to himself just remembering that he slept with his wife in his arms and their conversation, the vulnerability he seemed not regretful of showing her. It made him feel lighter and it wasn’t a feeling he was so used to so he contradicted it.

Pushing away the thoughts that the most mundane intimacy with his wife made him feel any more better or a bit confused that she had simply left that morning, she usually always did before he left for work but today he felt as if she was expected not to be doing so? Perhaps she could’ve awoken him before leaving? Perhaps stayed for some tea—Stop. Thinking. About. Her.

That day he did not need to attend to his station for work, he got ready and studied in his library when approaching conversations from the verendah averted his attention. It was y/n and Akhtar, strangely?

They both seemed bumped into each other on their way back home as they briefed about it to Ram, he barely caught everything they were talking about because he couldn’t get his mind to stop circling back to the previous night and how simple and somewhat unbothered y/n seemed to be with it. Was she trying to act as if nothing happened, perhaps it wasnt something that was not to be put so much thought into? For what it was worth the two just slept alongside each other or maybe she secretly despised Ram this entire time— “Ram!” Y/n exclaimed pulling him out of his thoughts “Akhtar seems truly smitten with love about this certain someone!” she said chuckling, the two seemed to be conversing about this woman Akhtar met at the market earlier today and he blushed like a school boy when y/n put it that way. She brought Akhtar a glass of water as he had his mandatory meal at their house.

Ram gathered he had to put attentive input of course, he teased Akhtar over liking Jenny and the couple had a good laugh about Akhtar not interpreting the woman’s name correctly because of language barrier. Regardless the two agreed to join Akhtar when he begged them to come along to the function, y/n asked for a hurried second to get ready as Ram tended to Akhtar with his suspenders and his knowledge in grooming hair.

Ram had just finished setting Akhtar’s hair when y/n called out to leave from the living room, she had worn a fine lehngha dress with a pink-off white adjacent dupatta of heavy royal work. It was very different from the white salwaar she usually wore. Ram took that in, Ram took all of it in just staring at her as she hastily tried to fix the bits of it. Y/n didn't quite understand why he was looking at her with a solemn unblinking face, he was actually looking at her in awe. Somehow to his thankfulness it wasn’t showing, they didn’t have a lot of occasions where she dressed up—he tried to debate it to himself on the inside that this wasn’t what he felt everyday at a mere glimpse of her. “What?” she asked confused as she caught on him staring at her.

Of all he thought of her in that moment, of how beautiful he thought she looked, of how much he felt looking at her, how intensely he did and how much he did not want to kneel to those feelings and just how frustrating it was to battle those thoughts when she looked this captivatingly beautiful “Nothing.” was all he said with a shrug and gestured her to walk along to get to the jimkhana gathering. Even Akhtar was in a hurry.

Ram and Akhtar were soon to depart as soon as the got there, much to Ram’s dislike given he could barely take his eyes off his wife however whilst he did that he just had his usual brooding expression not letting his feelings surface. Y/n was on the side for a while just when she was approached by an old friend, “Princess is that you?!” Jenny exclaimed making y/n turn around.

“Jenny?” Y/n spoke with a huge smile on her face, when they were younger Jenny had frequent visits to her palace and then their uni days in London were spent together. The two enlaced each other in a hug with a hearty chuckle. “It’s been so long!”

“I know!” Jenny exclaimed hugging her friend for a while as she let go, “How long have you been here?” Jenny asked as she let off the hug to face her friend. She was dressed rather galant despite what Jenny knew of her indifference to such events.

“Just a few minutes” Y/n replied mentally summing everything that she has to tell Jenny.

“No I meant here as in the capital.” Jenny corrected her phrasing.

“Oh a while actually…five months or so?” Y/n said with a slight nod calculating proper number of weeks since she’d been married.

“How dare you not tell me earlier?” Jenny complained and nudged y/n’s elbow playfully.

“I didn’t know you were here!” Y/n exclaimed as she inhaled a breath, “a lot a has happened, I am actually banished from my father’s state.” Y/n briefed her shortly in a normal Tuesday happening tone.

“Gods really?” Jenny gasped but having known y/n’s blunders she wasn’t really taken aback, “I am not entirely surprised but your father was always so resistive to your roguery.”

“He was actually” y/n nodded along thinking back to it, there were many a times her father could’ve himself banished her from the state given the rebelliousness she was upto even outside of patriotism “But no this is the government, you know speeches and the rallys didn’t sit right with some and they deem it wrong because I’m a princess but they don’t deem looting and reaving wrong.”

“I am so terribly sorry” Jenny said with a grim expression, “You should come live with me, we’d love to have you over!”

“Almost forgot to mention…” Y/n began suppressing a giggle “I have a husband now.”

“You have a what?” Jenny couldn’t help but laugh out at that, the last person she could’ve imagined getting marrying and settling down was y/n, from their uni days as Jenny recalled the last thing on her list was getting married. “You don’t have to lie to me if you don’t want to stay here I understand—”

“No no I really do have a husband” Y/n interrupted her midway trying to say it with more conviction, saying it out loud to Jenny was just as surprising to y/n herself. I have a husband now.

Jenny took a pause as she blinked a few times and realised y/n wasn’t joking, “Really? You?”

“Yes yes…it’s a marriage of a convince really, my father didn’t want me to just fend for myself alone and he’d known my husband’s father before he died” Y/n explained “and now I live with him here…it’s just the two of us.”

“Not only am I in a great shock I am also very upset I wasn’t invited to the wedding!” Jenny complained, her girlhood best friend wasn’t the most romantic knight in a shinning armour wanting girl, her getting married in the first place was huge as it is, jenny gathered she wouldn’t have wanted a grandeur of a wedding but not even being invited to her best friend’s wedding? She wouldn’t have thought.

“The order for my banishment said I had to leave in a fortnight, seriously the whole wedding wasn’t even that huge it took place in two days in temple at our garden and the only people there were my father, some of the castle staff, Ram and perhaps his uncle that is all.” Y/n reasoned.

“I could’ve been there by rail in two hours had you informed me but it’s alright” Jenny sighed, getting over it, she understood the pace of her situation at the time “So his name is ram?” She asked as she wanted to know more about her best friend’s marriage.

“Yes!” Y/n replied enthusiastically with an unaware smile on her face at the mention of him. “He is actually here w-”

“Is he?!” Jenny exclaimed as she looked around the crowd “You must introduce me” as she kept looking around jenny was soon pulled back to y/n’s attention.

“Hey stop it he’ll know we were talking about him!” Y/n instructs her as it confused jenny.

“So what? He’s your husband?” Jenny questioned.

“Yes but…it’s a bit complicated.”

“Complicated?” Jenny asked with a low chuckle “You are married to him!”

“Yes..yes!” Y/n sighed as she tried to think how best she could explain it to her, “You know how I said it’s just a marriage of convince, I married him because of my father and he did for societal image.”

“Oh…” Jenny said sadly as she nodded, “So you don’t like him?”

“No no—the opposite actually” Y/n sighed, she hadn’t yet admitted this to herself but as she talked about it she realised it further “I really like him.”

“Oh!” Jenny exclaimed, she’d always joked about this to y/n when they were younger about finding a knight in shinning armour and she had always brushed it off, that headstrong girl liking somebody was so bizarre yet wholesome, Jenny had never been more glad to he right “So what’s wrong?”

“We’re not in an ideal marriage, at first I was glad! When I came here I could attend any public meetings and movements unlike back at the state where my father and the soldiers back at our palace knowing all my whereabouts all the time-“

“Like that ever stopped you?” Jenny snorted as she interrupted her.

“That’s a different story” y/n narrowed her eyes playfully “but yes with Ram, I was so happy he doesn’t care what I do or where I go as I take part in revolutions…but he is my husband and Ram doesn’t care what I do or where I go.” Y/n repeated in a dejected tone.

“That is complicated” Jenny said in agreement with a sigh.

“And he is so obligatorily nice to me, he cooks for us because I can’t, he lets me sleep in his bedroom whilst he does in his study so I’m not uncomfortable, as I get to know him more and more i’m starting to develop feelings for him, very strongly Jenny and I don’t think he feels the same” she said exhaling a breath.

“What nonsense! He sounds like a lovely man how would he not fall for you? Me, personally I wouldn’t cook each day for somebody I wasn’t head over heels for!” her friend said as she tried to big her up.

“Perhaps…but I’m just a responsibility to him in a way I guess that’s why he does what he does and I am starting to really like him” y/n mentioned it felt just as caged as it did liberating finally coming to term with her feelings. “And he is just so distant I have no way of knowing how he feels about me!”

“Have you thought about talking to him about your feelings?” Jenny suggested.

“Have you gone mad?” Y/n asked as if Jenny had suggested the most ridiculous option ever “Of course not! I’ll just suppress my feelings about Ram until they eventually go away—“ she stopped herself midway as she saw Ram approaching them “it doesn’t always depend upon the horse in polo you have to have a good grip with the-“ Y/n had entirely changed her conversation so Ram wouldn’t know they were talking about her feelings for him, it even left Jenny massively confused why she just changed the subject halfway through her sentence, “Ram!” Y/n greeted nonchalantly as she turned jenny around, that explains it, Jenny thought.

It had been quite the eventful afternoon after y/n introduced Jenny and Ram, also the dance that escalated was quite the joy. They had gotten back home as y/n sat in the living room reading the weekly print of Champak, as avid and versatile reader that she was she had read most books in Ram’s library and as silly as it was she was fond of the snippet and short stories in champak.

She had gathered Ram would probably go out again or be succumbed into his study, she did not bother pry him even though she wished if he could perhaps just come and sit beside her on the sofa, tangle his fingers in her hair and talk abo—no.

It was almost as if he could read her mind? She thought as he came out of the kitchen with two cups of tea in his hands, handing y/n hers as she straightened herself in her seat. Instead of sitting across her and going on about his reading or just leaving the room like always ram just sat right next to her, not too close yet not too far. “You didn’t have to” Y/n said with a small smile as she sipped the tea, so far what she had learned to cook was tea often during supper she’d make it herself yet Ram made, without her asking him to do so…

“It’s alright” Ram, on the other hand, hoped and prayed on the inside if she could pick up on his feelings, at this point he wasn’t even denying his feelings. Not denying the himself thoughts of her, her in his headspace just made him feel so whole he wondered how he could make it this far without thinking of her, how could anyone? What good was a purpose if he couldn’t accept the blessing of a wife he’d received from the gods? “You were reading that?” He asked pointing at the children’s moral story magazine.

“Yes!” Y/n exclaimed enthusiastically however she regretted it soon enough when she realised he didn’t mean it as if he shared her fondness for it, “Dont read it often though…was just lying around” she shrugged trying to play it off as if it didn’t interest her.

“Oh?” Ram responded raising a brow, “wonder who does the half finished crossword and maze games then?” He had seen her attempts on crossword and the games in those weekly copies lying around almost everywhere ever since she’d been living there.

“Alright fine I enjoy them!” She confessed “Just wanted to seem intellectual.” She said with a chuckle, as he stared at her longingly hoping he could hold her hand as she laughed, intertwine their fingers as he’d make her laugh. “What?” She asked him unsure why he looked at her like that, with a pause.

“My lady can read whatever she wants” Ram said zoning back in hoping he could cover up his awkward crack of feelings with sarcasm.

“Ram!” She whined as she swat his arm playfully, she had asked him before not to address her as ‘my lady’ he simply just did it on purpose to annoy her.

“Alright, y/n” He complied emphasising on her name “Wouldn’t make a difference to me if you weren’t an intellectual.”

“Oh how polite of you” she joked as she finished her tea and placed the cup on the small table by the sofa, Ram had picked up the short story page of the magazine that lied between them. “Change of heart?”

“I need to be intellectual enough for your company.” Ram told her with a grin and earned a playful roll of eyes from her.

Y/n leaned back on the sofa to see which exact page he was on, “I was just reading that” she mentioned as he held the magazine in his hands in a way she could read it along with him.

Whilst the pair read it Ram kept making funny comments after almost every second line causing her to laugh, he loved the sight of it. Her trying her best to focus on reading the snippet of fable but he kept making her burst into laughter. “Wonder why the older animals are never ever the villain? Watch this old vulture apologise and all of a sudden he is everybody’s favourite neighbour” Ram joked in the context of the story as y/n tried to soothe her laughter.

“Stop please I want to read it through!” She exclaimed as she laughed softly, her previously gracefully worn dress having loose ends, the dupatta of heavy work just a drape on her adding some carefree charm to her, her disheveled pinned down hair and her hearty laugh…all so enchanting to him.

“You are reading each word?” He asked with a huff, he had just skimmed through the story.

“Of course! You only get this once a week!” She said as she looked up from the magazine to him, they were rather close since they’d been reading but as she’d face him she was close, just not close enough however both their jokes and amusing had faded. She didn’t even look back to the story to continue reading.

Without a word, Ram leaned in, his heart pounding with anticipation. Y/N's breath hitched, as he held her face and pulled her to him, their lips met in a tender and passionate kiss, time seemed to stand still. Y/n kissed him back just as eagerly as she’d smiled into the kiss holding the side of his arm.

When the two finally pulled away, both smiling widely and blushing the world seem to be resumed but they let the weight of unspoken words just hang there, happy with the gravity of their affection.

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YO I am SORRY for not updating frequently I am trying pls also I am sorry if this chapter seems out of place I’ve been writing it for the last two months (I’m a board student)

let me know if u want be tagged in the next parts <3

@vijayasena is literally all my will to write

@mish-ka @yehsahihai @goldenharrysworld @aapki-pyaari-sakhi @bitchy-bi-trash @dumdaradumdaradum @budugu

#ram rrr x reader #ram rrr #ram charan rrr #ram charan #ram charan x reader #rrr movie #rrr 2022 #rrr fanfic #desiblr

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melonpalooza · 9 months

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Alright listen up you 🫵

This is now an appreciation ask for the Last Ronin Discord server because it is absolutely amazing and it has been bouncin’ around the think sludge.

When first reading tlrd, a concept that brings to life what a bunch of TMNT fans been wanting…a crossover and throws in a few hooks to keep you excitedly reading the chat fic.

Hook 1, the identity:

By setting up Ronin as mystery it hooks the reader to keep reading not so we find out the identity of the ronin because a lot people already know but for the other turtles to find out who this mysterious turtle is.

However once it’s revealed, (and it’s done absolutely excellently!) the reader is already staying for the shenanigans, the characters that feel written well enough that it feels like something the canon versions of those characters would do. (With exceptions where some bits feels like you put your own interests as well and those are also extremely enjoyable to read!)

The second hook, is one I didn’t suspect that I needed but wanted anyway. The other turtles finding out the biggest tragedy of Ronin’s life…his father, and why his brothers aren’t on the server.

The third hook is the new arrivals (fanfic crossovers and Mutant Mayhem Galore)!

At this point, we’ve seen the discord server through Ronin’s eyes but now we get to see through other newly arrivals eyes as well.

One more hook I thought about that might be one or might be not….the mystery behind the server as well.

We know Ronin’s Donnie made it.

But for what purpose? Was this a small beta and was going to create a bigger project with it? Or was a back up plan?

Did he know he was going to die and try to leave his brother something so he wouldn’t be lonely?

Is it ai? Is the server alive in the same way monster house is or is there something more?

Anyways so to go on a Rise Donnie-like tangent there. But I just wanted to say that I love the Last Ronin Discord Server series and it’s my favorite fanfics with how chaotic, intriguing and well written it is!

aah i'm getting pointed at!! alkjdasda

omg thank you so much??? the big text scared me for a bit but reading this made me so so so happy!!! you would not believe!!!! thank you thank you thank you!!! i love this i love this i love thisss!!!!

im the yellow blob you're the pink tiny blob (platonically ofc)

there's a lot of references to my other personal interests and i'm glad you enjoy reading them!! i restrained myself in making it all about my personal interests or else this fic is just gonna be 30 more chapters but me making reviews about video games and movies i've watched. things i almost wrote a chapter about:

tears of the kingdom

cocaine bear

RRR

Renfield (bc ben schwartz is in it and hearing rise!leo's voice shout "fuck you! fuck you! fuck all of you!" with his full chest was wild bc i was half paying attention to that scene and did a double take. also nicolas cage is dracula. asdljasd)

also i hinted on why the discord exists and why ronin's donnie made it in a previous collab ;0 i won't say which one bc that'd be too easy!!! let's just say...don has contingency plans. <: (a possible ((adjacent, not direct)) hint or two exists in the addendums as well)

#tlrda asks #but not really an ask just love #:)#:D #melon speaks

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coffee-in-veins · 3 months

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Ok, I watched a dumb YT video and now I have a question.

Can the infected carry (fantasy)malaria without being affected by it themselves?

Hullo hullo o/ Thank you for such an interesting ask! <3

Sorry for the late-ass reply oTL You know how much shit happened, but it still barely excuses me

Another reason for my long silence was that I did my best to find scientific papers and read up on asymptomatic malaria and malaria carriers and got carried away myself (was this a pun? I’ll take it as a pun). Unfortunately, that didn't go too well either, because it quickly surpassed my biology and chemistry level but I still tried to gather info.

So, I had to sit down, think hard and pool together everything I have in RRR and adjacent works, since we don't get much in the game proper. This is the summary of my thoughts, be wary of ramblings ahead:

You can be resistant to CC in several ways

Since CC is an eldritch influence first and an infection second, you can have a resistance to it in two ways: a good immune system (the number of times my in-game Rey resisted it because he had Robust quirk is definitely more than four) or a domain of another eldritch influence on you already. Or both. Preferably both. So, it’s harder for someone like Alhazred to get infected because he already has an eldritch patron. Or for Sarmenti, who is bound to his murderous melody. Or Damian, who is bound to the Light (although in his case, open exposure and lack of protection negates this particular benefit).

And some might notice that it took a while for Dis to get infected… well :} This is a surprise plot point that would be explained later.

It doesn’t mean they’re immune, no, not by a long shot. But it’s harder and it takes longer for the infection to manifest fully into the proper infection and mutation. In any case, a person will get into symptom stage if/when amount of CC in them will accumulate enough to overpower whatever was putting up resistance.

If it never happens, asymptomatic stage can be quite prolonged, but that would require calm safe environment and accidental but constant microdosing of “Blood” which is, well, unlikely. Theoretically possible, sure, but… in Hamlet? Rather unobtainable.

There is a period of infection which isn’t recognizable by majority of people

There is an incubation stage for the infection, and for some (like Damian or Sarmenti, and after some point Dismas) it can take a very long time to manifest. To them, it most likely felt like they weren’t infected at all. They were. They were simply asymptomatic for a while.

Later on, the infected started noticing patterns in heartbeats, and it became relatively easy for those infected who had finely-tuned hearing to notice the newly infected before anyone else could. I have to mention, that the initial changes are miniscule and can be easily mixed up with some heart-related issue (which we have in abundance with high amounts of stress, and also high volumes of booze and salt in adventurer’s rations), and the infected themselves aren’t too keen to rat each other out.

However, the longer the infection lasts, the more heartbeat changes, to the point where a skilled doctor (like for example Paracelsus) would be able to notice, categorize and properly link those changes and infection. This is how most of the infected are currently caught. Luckily for the infected, it takes a while for the infection to reach a stage that a human ear, even a trained one, can catch it.

Stress can push mutations to manifest quicker and make them worse

What it says on the tin. Stress pushes the body further and further into an overdrive, so the infection spreads faster and reaches deeper. Asymptomatic infected feel sick if they’re exposed to excessive stress. Their asymptomatic phase is shortened significantly by constant and/or high stress too.

“Blood” can and will infect you

Drinking “Blood” also furthers mutations, especially excessive drinking. Then again, since it’s a necessity, infected can either get mutated further, or die. “Blood” also works as a stimulant and additional vector of infection, since it’s adding infected matter to the body. That’s why uninfected or (especially) cured people have an instinctive repulsion to the thing, where their bodies and minds reject the “Blood” - rather violently.

Being infected by CC fucks up your body even after being cured

It was mentioned in Promptober chapter Autumn that Dismas could never return to eating certain foods even after being cured from CC in RRR, and it's canon for RRR proper.

Some tastes shift: for example, people can get addicted to or violently repulsed by smell/taste of blood in their food. Some lose abilities to digest foods that are heavier on the stomach. Others have issues with blood oxygen saturation due to CC messing their red blood cells.

It’s highly individual, and again, I��m not a doctor to write about it in-depth, but in my opinion, such a drastic change in biology, diet and contamination by some eldritch curse and otherworldly biological matter can never be truly gone. Symptoms of the infection can be erased – but the consequences remain with former infected forever in bigger or smaller capacity.

Hope it answers your question ^^ If not, feel free to ask more!

#my shoebox of letters #restructured refractured recalled #crimson curse #fan theory #the bloodied journal page || my writing

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oscars tonight! managed to squeeze in two more award or otherwise adjacent movies

RRR: amazing. spectacular. not the best bollywood movie i've seen but a super great time nonetheless. marvel could never. 8/10

Aftersun: i just saw it last night so i might need some time to think abt how i feel about it (i always have trouble with understated movies). my sister thought the dad died at the end and i thought he became estranged due to his depression. i think you could interpret it a lot of ways. i WILL say the acting is pretty great and the sad holiday vibes are immaculate. 8/10 for different reasons than RRR

#uhhhh me #oscars 2023

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2022 is such a good fucking year for movies. EEAAO, RRR, pearl, nope, the menu, the glass onion... I thought we'd lost the ability collectively as a species for a hot second but no I was being melodramatic

the glass onion made me really want to get into filmmaking for the first time too uuuuu animation is adjacent but OH TO WRITE AND DIRECT LIKE RIAN JOHNSON!!

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[Baldur's Gate 3] - Squidhawk #14

[Cross-posted on AO3]

Arriving at Waukeen's Rest was a little more chaotic and disappointing than he'd first assumed it would be. Much of the buildings had been burned down, the corpses of Flaming Fist and goblins and drow all scattered in the courtyard, wild birds trying to pick at the corpses every opportunity that no one was looking. Everyone fussed and moaned about the disappearance of some man named Ravengard and the death of some people inside. Whatever livestock they'd had previously had either died or fled in fright.

And all of that?

Was none of his concern.

The only thing he cared for was finding the hidden spot that that caravaner had mentioned. The "invitation only" place that the man had been so kind as to tell him the pass-phrase for, before he'd slit his throat and taken his cargo.

The place that he found was... not really what he was expecting. Rather underwhelming, if he were honest. It just looked like a dirt shack with stacks of old, sun-beaten boxes in front, which he carelessly shoved aside with the bottom of his boot before pushing the door open, stepping inside cautiously. His eyes wandered the dark space, and immediately singled out the clusters upon clusters of explosive barrels.

A trap...?

No sooner had he thought it before he saw a flame burst to life from the darkness, held in the palm of some man he'd never met before.

Instinctively, his hands went up in a show of peace, knowing all too well just how bad of a spot this was to be in, his mind scrambling. "Wai'!" The other man paused, but didn't relax, waiting to hear what he'd say next. "Li'l serpen', long shadow."

Finally, the man dispelled the fire in his hand, straightening himself up more.

"Gah - Helm's orbs. Thought you were Flamin' Fist." The man was still shaking off some of his tension, apparently startled, but easing up. "Down you go, then. They'll be on us soon, so if you're looking to trade, you'd best be quick. Entrance is hidden behind the wardrobe-" He extended out a key for him to take. "Go on."

Giving the man a last glance and arched brow, he strode around the small maze of shelving towards the back of the hut until he found a hatch, leading down into a storage room. Far back in the corner, he found the wardrobe in question, pushing open the false backing that led into a rather impressive cave, heading towards a thick, iron gate.

"That's far enough!" a rough female voice called from across the cave, standing at attention on an adjacent cliff. "What's your business down here? Answer honestly, and maybe we'll kill ya clean."

Kytes' arms crossed and his nose wrinkled, shifting his weight from one leg to the other before he swiveled slightly to point back towards the entrance. "Guy------fron', lemme through."

Not pacified, she barked, "Then your answer decides his fate as well as your own, so make it good."

"Only here-----'rade things."

"Raid?" she hissed, and he tensed, eyes widening as she reached for her bow and he quickly held up his hands.

"No! No." He cursed his faulty words and quickly searched for something he wouldn't screw up, correcting himself. "Buy. Sell." He licked his lips, trying to force the word out. "TT-t-t----t-rrr---tt-tr---a----de."

She seemed to relax a bit, at least. "Trade with what? Your life was ours the moment you walked in here." She still wasn't friendly. "But... maybe I'll let you buy it back. I have a job needs doing." She gave a hand signal towards people below, before calling across to him, "We've disarmed the traps. Come down."

Breathing out under his breath, he deflated a bit, moving towards the gate and pushing it open. He definitely wouldn't be sticking around this place for long, but he could at least offload some unneeded junk for coin and see if they had anything of worth to him.

With all the explosive barrels he saw at the entrance, maybe he'd be lucky and they'd have a stock of smokepowder bombs for sale.

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"Some of my people are missing," Zarys explained. "More importantly, so is their cargo. Find them. Barring that, just bring back the chest. Unopened. I'll pay you a handsome sum to get it back."

Kytes crossed his arms, thinking for a moment about what she told him. "Found them," he shrugged. "Already dead." She didn't need to know the last survivor had their throat slit by him.

"Shit," she spat. "And what about the cargo?"

Slinging his bag off his back, he rummaged through it a moment and carefully pulled the iron flask from within, standing back up and pulling his backpack on before holding it out to her. "This?"

She took it from his hands and smiled, but it was a thin smile, her eyes curling at the corners in a strange way and going glassy. Something was wrong.

"You... you opened it?" He could hear panic underlying her voice and he frowned. "You've killed us all. Every last one of us." Her smile turned into a scowl, her eyes alight with malice. "But you're not getting out of it either. Lads! Don't let him leave! Kill him!"

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Somewhere in his gut, he'd known this was a bad idea, but had he listened to it? No. He seldom did. He usually convinced himself that he'd be fine and he could handle it. Sometimes he was right. Often times he wasn't.

Why did he never listen to his better sense? It was beyond him.

He hissed and all but threw himself to the ground as an arrow whizzed past his head, barely missing, and quickly scrambled further into the cave. He didn't have smokepowder bombs, but there were explosive barrels and oil all over this cave, and he did still have some alchemist's fire, which he hefted as soon as he saw a few of Zarys' goons standing too near to some of the barrels.

They scattered or were thrown screaming, much to his satisfaction, but he didn't plan to stay and fight them all. He needed to get back to the entrance, quickly, but he was going to have to maneuver cleverly to get there.

He already had half a plan forming in his mind when a huge, hairy beast ran to block his way ahead, letting out a thunderous snarl that made every hair on his body instantly stand up in alarm, skidding to a stop.

His eyes glazed over, his body freezing, and in a quick flash, he was elsewhere...

Standing on the dark street, which was devoid of most city life at this hour. It wasn't uncommon for him to skulk about the shadows, looking for opportunities to take things that didn't belong to him. Some nights he was largely successful. Others, he didn't find much.

Tonight, he had other troubles to worry about than just whether or not he managed to pocket any goods that were worth his while. The night prior, he'd gotten caught trespassing in a shop, and he'd struck the shopkeeper upside the head with a makeshift weapon, knocking them unconscious as he'd fled.

Tonight, the Fist were out looking, and they had help.

A huge white dog stepped out from another street, nose to the cobbles, before it lifted its head towards him. Its eyes and its pelt both shone in the moonlight, and even at so late an hour, he could see every thick muscle rippling beneath its skin. It stared him down ominously, then lifted its head to let loose a loud, sharp bray, bringing its master running.

"Did you find them, boy?" The Fist spotted him - he spotted them. Kytes didn't waste time. He turned and took off running. "Get 'im, boy!"

He dared to look back, and regretted it as he saw the huge dog quickly closing distance, its jowls flopping with each bound before it lunged. He almost tripped over his own feet, swiveling to raise his arms and try to protect himself, and was immediately taken to the ground.

The dog snarled - he screamed. It pushed its square head past his arms, clamping down on his face and savagely jerking its head, tearing chunks that would never heal right until his face was soaked red with blood. He instinctively kicked and clawed, trying to wrestle the dog off him, but the damage was already done--

Without even thinking, barely even seeing in front of him, he swung his knife into the wolf-dog's skull, hearing it scream in pain and retreat away from him.

He had to get away.

He had to get away, before--

He turned, and froze, gasping as a blade pierced his stomach. When did-?

It wedged deeper under his ribs, making him choke and grasp the wrist of the person that'd stabbed him, trying to blink the haze away from his mind and remember where he was. Where was he-? What was he---

They pulled the blade out and plunged it into him again, and he grimaced in pain with a soft wheeze, barely a whimper.

"Take his things. He won't be needing them."

Someone else was wrestling his backpack free from him. He blindly lashed out with his dagger, but someone caught his wrist and twisted it until he cried out in pain and the blade fell from his hand.

"We'll feed his innards to the dogs. That'll make 'em nice and happy."

No, no, no-!

He finally managed enough movement to yank his arm away and shove off the man that still had a blade in his gut, yelping as it yanked free and took some of his blood with it. He pressed a hand to his stomach, trying to keep the blood in, stumbling, and--

He felt his foot slip, falling onto open air. All the breath left him as his shoulders struck stone several meters below, bouncing off another ledge and rolling uncontrollable over sheer, stone slopes until finally stopping in some deep, dark place below. Bloody teeth gritted tightly together as he arched his back and writhed in pain, trying to roll off of his back.

"Where'd he go?"

"Should we go after him?"

"Leave him. There's only one way out, an' that's through us. Besides, he'll bleed out long before he manages to crawl his way out of that pit."

Managing to plant a hand under him, he pushed himself up with a grimace, gasping breathlessly as he tried to take stock of his surroundings, but the darkness was too thick, the only light a faint flicker of torches far above him. Moving around on his hands and knees only made him hiss as his wounds tugged and spilled more blood into the dirt, groping around for anything of use.

All he managed to find were long-forgotten bones to keep him company in his final moments, and his awareness was quickly fading, forcing him to roll onto his back again and prop himself against the cold stone. Something gently clattered as his hand bumped against it, blindly patting his hand around until he found it and held it up to the distant light.

One of his daggers... seemed it had fallen with him. Why couldn't it have been one of his potions?

Well... he supposed it was its own kind of mercy, dropping his hand down and laughing hoarsely, barely a whisper on his lips, before it melted into an equally hoarse cough that had him wincing.

So this was it.

Dying in a dark pit with nothing but himself and a dagger. Somewhere no one would even find his bones for another hundred years.

What a fitting end for a miserable, sick, forgotten urchin like himself.

The cold was already seeping in to every corner of his awareness, in the parts where feeling hadn't left him entirely, but his wounds still burned and he tightened his fingers around the handle of his knife. One small mercy, at least...

It wasn't the first time he had contemplated it. He'd found himself staring at a knife's sharp edge more times than he could count, or peered over the edge of a fatal height, or watched the dark, churning waters of the sea and thought of whether or not it would be painful to drown. Death had dogged his steps every moment he drew breath, from the moment he was born, cursing him with a weak heart that could fail him at any moment without reason.

He had danced with it, sometimes.

In moments where his heart fluttered too hard, agony within his ribs, until he'd passed out for days at a time.

In moments where the world felt too cruel, and he'd tried to take his own life, and failed, or chickened out at the last minute.

But now? Well, nothing was going to save him now. Not in this place. Not with these wounds.

The least he could do for himself was make it quicker, raising the blade and steeling himself to drive it into his throat. It was already hard to breathe right, and if he waited much longer, he wouldn't have the strength.

[Don't!]

His eyes cracked open again, and he couldn't help wheezing another voiceless laugh, smiling mirthless.

And there he is. My self-declared protector.

[You're grievously injured...] No shit. [But this isn't the way.]

Then what is? There was nothing here that would save him, not even if he tried his hardest. Those bastards had been right. He was bleeding out faster than he'd ever be able to climb out. He had no friends, no one that gave a damn about him. No one was coming.

[Not this.] How very helpful of him. [Just hold on. You can't give up yet.]

He choked, breathing coming in strained pants. If there was ever a time to give up, now is that time...

Fuck. He was starting to lose consciousness, his arm going limp and refusing to move. He didn't want to admit it, but he was afraid, tears pricking at his eyes. Gods - he didn't want to die. Not here. Not in this place. Not like this.

His eyes rolled back and he found his surroundings flickering, changing, from darkness to ethereal, starry skies, to darkness again.

[Just hang on... I'm here. I'll protect you.]

Protect, protect, protect. False promises... always false promises. You can't protect me. No one has. No one ever will.

The space around him kept flickering and shifting, back and forth. He felt the presence of someone else encircle him, holding him rested against them, and his surroundings stabilized into that surreal dream place. Somewhere in the distance, he heard thunder booming, but it was too far away and he was too exhausted to care.

"I have you..." Rune's voice came softly; gently, a warm hand slipping against his jaw and cradling his head against the man's throat. For the first time - the only time - he didn't try to pull away or resist. If Rune wanted to hurt him, or use him for his body, it didn't matter now. He wasn't going to live long enough to experience it, or have to live with the consequences afterwards.

For once, he just wanted to be held without feeling afraid, giving in to the embrace willingly.

Just once...

"You're going to be alright, I promise..." The hand on his jaw moved to brush through his hair, holding him securely. Safely. Like he was something precious. He wished he could have had more of this while it still mattered, but it was nice to have even for a moment here at the end. "I'm not going to leave you to die alone and forgotten in this place. Just hang on a little longer. You're going to make it through this."

If he had more strength, he'd have laughed at him. He could only close his eyes as darkness took him.

You're a liar.

#Squidhawk #drabble #BG3 #suicide ideation tw

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round up // FEBRUARY + MARCH 23

February and March are strange months for a film enthusiast. One part of you is excited to start seeing new, star-studded studio movies on the big screen: 80 for Brady! Ant-Man and the Wasp! Cocaine Bear! Creed! But it’s also when the previous year’s films are wrapping their season with the final hurrah of a new, star-studded Oscars. In the case of Everything Everywhere All at Once, it means we spent a full year discussing and dissecting this year’s Best Picture winner! Much of this Round Up is dedicated to 2023 releases, though as always, you can find throwbacks to ‘30s, ’80s, and ‘00s flicks I missed till now, plus a few other media forms such as stage and page (as always, in a rough order of when I experienced them). But before we start building 2023’s Best Of lists, make sure you don’t miss these highlights from this year’s Oscars, which was a mostly refreshing return to (non-slappy) form:

Hugh Grant on the Red Champagne Carpet - Sometimes people refuse to play the game, and the result is glorious (Kudos to Ashley Graham for keeping her composure!)

Jimmy Kimmel’s monologue - While he’s not afraid to take some shots, he actually seems to be rooting for the movies and the Oscars to succeed, which is not something I can say for the last year’s trio of hosts

Ke Huy Quan wins Best Supporting Actor - Perhaps the best speech of the night

Jamie Lee Curtis wins Best Supporting Actress - If not him, then it’s this one

Navalny wins Best Documentary - If you want to get political in your acceptance, please refer to this well-executed speech

Jenny the Donkey from The Banshees of Inisherin!

A performance of “Naatu Naatu” from RRR - If you want to perform at the Oscars, please refer to this well-executed one from the RRR crew

Lady Gaga performs “Hold My Hand” - The gal never misses in finding new ways to innovate on her performances

Michelle Yeoh wins for Best Actress - Best Actress and best-dressed of the night

Now on to the Best of 2023 so far!

February + March Crowd-Pleasers

1. Cookies: The New Classics by Jesse Szewczyk (2021)

A co-worker gifted me this for Christmas, and not one recipe has been a dud yet. The book categorizes 100 creative cookie and cookie-adjacent recipes into Boozy, Chocolatey, Fruity, Nutty, Savory, Smoky, Spiced, and Tart chapters so you can find just what you want for each season. Many of them are not-too-difficult, and the photography is both beautiful and actually similar to what comes out of my oven. My favorite recipes so far include Berry Blast Marbled Sugar Cookies, Chewy Triple-Spiced Sugar Cookies, Chipotle Fudge Squares with Crunchy Raw Sugar, Chocolate Chunk Oatmeal Cookie Bars, Lavender Chocolate Chunk Cookies, and Salt-and-Vinegar Potato Chip Cookies.

2. 80 for Brady (2023)

Together the 5 leads have won 5 Oscars, 12 Emmys, 2 Grammys, 3 Tonys, and 7 Super Bowl rings, so even though the script is a corny underdog story about people who have not been underdogs in ages, 80 for Brady a feel-good winner. Read my full review for ZekeFilm.

3. Double Feature - ‘80s Comedies: Fletch (1985) + Troop Beverly Hills (1989)

In Fletch (Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8/10), Chevy Chase works as an undercover reporter who gets caught up in a conspiracy so complex and silly I couldn’t do it justice here. In Troop Beverly Hills (8.5/10 // 7/10), Shelley Long works as a troop leader for a knockoff Girl Scout Troop who gets up in cookie selling schemes so creative and silly I couldn’t do it justice here either. More fun from the best decade for Hollywood comedies!

4. Enough (2002)

A subgenre I’ve yet to tire of: thrillers about abused women getting the last word. (See also: Double Jeopardy with Ashley Judd and Sleeping With the Enemy with Julia Roberts.) Perhaps it was because my entire thought process in watching this was, “It’s on Netflix, why not?” but J. Lo’s take on the subgenre brought enough clever twists and empowering moments to become a surprising success. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 7/10

5. Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania (2023)

The third Ant-Man reminds us Paul Rudd is one of the funniest actors alive and it’s kicking off Phase 5 of the MCU with the momentum missing from Phase 4. Read the triple-shot review I wrote with two other critics at ZekeFilm. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 7/10

6. Cocaine Bear (2023)

Cocaine Bear lives up to what you’d expect from its title, and like some of the most fun hits of the ‘80s and ‘90s, it’s all-in on the silly, one-note premise with no desire for sequels, spin-offs, or universes. Read my full review for ZekeFilm. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 6.5/10

7. M3GAN (2023)

I consider horror about creepy dolls off-limits, but M3GAN is hardly horror, and its doll is so over-the-top she’s hilarious. There’s a little bit of thoughtful commentary about our dependence on technology, but mostly it’s an excuse for pure entertainment. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10

8. John Wick: Chapter 4 (2023)

I’ve always been cool on John Wick. In fact, I turned off the first one in the middle when I first tried it almost a decade ago because its violence felt gratuitous. But fourth time’s a charm? Maybe it’s because of its visual flair or perhaps it’s because it feels like director Chad Stahelski and Keanu Reeves were going for broke, but this nearly-three hour epic won me over. The movie it most reminded me of? Singin’ in the Rain of all things. The fight choreography is as inventive and athletic as “Moses Supposes,” turning the action thriller into an art form. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7.5/10

9. Your Place or Mine (2023)

Corny? Formulaic? Yes and yes. But Aline Brosh McKenna’s directorial debut delivers charm in spades, meaning it more than exceeds the Netflix rom-com average threshold (a low bar to be sure). Contrary to the buzz, Ashton Kutcher and Reese Witherspoon make believable BFFs and a couple to root for. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 6.5/10

10. The Golden Girls (1985-92)

Every day I get closer to my true, spiritual age of 83, and after the silliness of 80 for Brady, I decided it was time to binge the silly-but-slightly-more-caustic The Golden Girls. Blanche, Dorothy, Rose, and Sophia’s jokes and adventures in their Miami bungalow remind me of my days rooming with my college besties, and it gives me hope that one day I’ll get to experience something as joyful, messy, intimate, and, yes, silly as their friendship all over again.

February + March Critic Picks

1. HRH: So Many Thoughts on Royal Style by Elizabeth Holmes (2020)

In September, I shared my appreciation for Elizabeth Holmes’s fashion and culture commentary in the wake of another Elizabeth’s passing. I received her coffee table-worthy book for Christmas, and her insight into how the Queen, Princess Diana, and at-time-of-publication Duchesses Kate and Meghan use their wardrobes to speak for causes and for themselves doesn’t disappoint. They have all become style icons not just because of their titles but because of their sartorial choices, and Holmes helps pinpoint why and how alongside a robust and beautiful collection of photography.

2. Triple Feature - Classic Screwball Rom-Coms: Libeled Lady (1936) + The Mad Miss Manton (1938) + The Palm Beach Story (1942)

In Libeled Lady (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10), Jean Harlow, Myrna Loy, William Powell, and Spencer Tracy get mixed up in a love quadrangle when a socialite threatens to sue the paper for libel. In The Mad Miss Manton (8/10 // 8.5/10), Barbara Stanwyck and Henry Fonda team up (against their wills) in proto-Legally Blonde style to solve a murder. And in The Palm Beach Story (8/10 // 8.5/10), Claudette Colbert and Joel McCrea plan to divorce so they can marry wealthier people. Don’t worry—in spite of all the mixups and shenanigans, everybody ends up with just the right person in all three of these comedies.

3. Creed III (2023)

In the middle, I found myself thinking, “This is what Hollywood entertainment for adults should be!” Yes, there’s a place for 80 for Brady, Ant-Man, and Cocaine Bear, but Creed builds its stakes on character instead of gimmicks or elevator pitches. Read the full review I tag teamed with fellow ZekeFilm writer Erik Yates. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 9/10

4. To Kill a Mockingbird National Tour

Perhaps the highest praise possible for this show came from my TKAM-devotee mother: She has some nitpicks about the changes Aaron Sorkin made on Harper Lee’s novel, but she liked this better than her Broadway viewing. Since I am closer to a devotee of Sorkin than Lee, I found most of the updates thoughtful and fresh for a text that saturates our culture.

5. The Parallax View (1974)

A political thriller in the frame of a journalist uncovering a conspiracy? Hmm…Alan J. Pakula really has my number. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10

6. Boston Strangler (2023)

Speaking of journalism thrillers, I’m not into true crime, but Queen Keira makes me to step outside my comfort zone. In her most exciting part in years, Knightley plays a reporter investigating a series of homicides at a third-rate Boston newspaper. She and Carrie Coon team up against workplace sexism and the strangler himself to get the truth out. It’s a real homage to Zodiac, but a solid one at that. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 8/10

7. A Good Person (2023)

If Garden State was Gen X coping with the reality that the American Dream couldn’t protect them from the pain their parents avoided in a pre-9/11 world, A Good Person is Millennials and Gen Z realizing the American Dream has betrayed them. Read my full review for ZekeFilm. Crowd: 7.5/10 // Critic: 8.5/10

8. Captain Blood (1935)

I had no idea when I fired up this Errol Flynn/Olivia de Havilland adventure it’s basically a prototype for Pirates of the Caribbean—what a treat! How do the action, sets, and special effects look better than most adventure films today? Crowd: 7.5/10 // Critic: 8.5/10

9. Australia (2008)

And now I have watched all of Baz Luhrmann’s lush, extravagant, colorful canon. In prep for the Faraway Downs miniseries he is making with never-before-seen footage from this shoot, I finally checked out the Hugh Jackman/Nicole Kidman World War II epic. As usual for Baz, it’s a little shaggy, but it’s also part of what I love about him. Every movie feels like a realized vision of texture and emotion, and Australia is no exception. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 8.5/10

10. John Mayer Solo

Come for the heartbreaking tunes and stay for Mayer’s delightfully awkward banter between songs. At our show he performed a retrospective of his career on guitar on piano and debuted a new song. While I enjoy a razzle-dazzle show, he’s proof you don’t need to rely on gimmicks in an arena.

Also in February + March…

In preparation for the Oscars, I reviewed Best Picture nominee Triangle of Sadness (which I had previously recommended in my last Round Up, which is why it’s not listed above). Like Best Picture winner Parasite, part of the fun of Triangle of Sadness is its surprises, but if you want to get a preview, you can read my review for ZekeFilm.

Kyla and I also checked out the 1977 Best Picture nom The Turning Point, a ballet melodrama starring Anne Bancroft, Mikhail Baryshnikov, and Shirley MacLaine in ep. 136. And in ep. 135, we watched classic TV medical shows Marcus Welby, M.D. and ER.

Photo credits: Cookies, HRH, To Kill a Mockingbird. John Mayer my own. All others IMDb.com.

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Fanart Sunday! And today I bring you Chitti Babu as a Naga (because my friends @atlinmerrick and Fury were joking about how a terrible Naga he'd be) with a Black Cobra body and his boyfriend, Kasi, who is as Tall as a Mountain (Compared to Chitti!) and who for the first time ever realizes that his boyfriend IS a Naga! And he is VERY intrigued!

#Calico Chimera #Luxshineart #tollywood #rangasthalam1985 #rangasthalam #Chittibabu #Kasi #ChelluboinaChittibabu #ramcharan #shatru #fanart #movies #Fanart sunday #Naga #Katti #That's the name of the pairing #I think!#rrr adjacent

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Triptych

World Without End

If you are lucky, the sacred follows the profane, and peace follows pain.

Jai, Lava, and Kusa Kumar? They are very luck.

#Triptych #Jai Lava Kusa fanfiction #Jai Lava Kusa fan fiction #RRR adjacent #World Without End #Jai Kumar #Lava Kumar #Kusa Kumar

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Farmlands for Sale

Farmlands for sale

Premium Farm Lands in Chegunta, Adjacent to N.H.44

5 Guntas, 10 Guntas, ½ Acre, 1-acre farmhouse lands Available

📍Localities nearby ✅ Vallabhapur Village ✅ Adjacent to N.H.44 ✅5 Mins drive to RRR ✅Nearby Abhyasa International School ✅10 mins to chegunta ✅20 mins drive from Tupran ✅30 mins drive to Medchal IT Park

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Townsville - Under the radar

Under the radar climb

War remnants - Bunkers

Radar Love

I have been wanting to roll my legs over again for weeks, months actually. My beloved Polygon was stolen a few months ago; we had been through a lot. Numerous eight hour races at Atherton elev8XCM, a few Rainforest Rural to Reef RRR races finishing at Port Douglas, so many weekly rides and last year hitting up trails all around the country on our half lap tour of Australia. This was the first ride on the new bike. Why is it called Under the radar? The top left corner of the first photograph may give that away.

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Under the Radar

A bit of Lagoon Trail

Fresh water trail

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Trailforks & MapOut

To ease ourselves into physical activity, I researched the ride using the Trailforks app so that we knew what we were in for. A banana for breakfast, muesli bar in the backpack and Trailforks prepped, we are ready. Trailforks is an awesome app that every mountain biker should own. Oh...you also need MapOut. Don't go anywhere without MapOut. On foot, car, bike, motorcycle or even just down the shops. It rulez. The initial loop was 11Km with a return of around 7Km. If you do some maths (math for US. But they also spell aluminium incorrectly), you will see that 4Km was lost somewhere. I'm OK with that.

View north

View south

Island Views

Magnetic Island lays adjacent to the initial leg of the trail. It sets a haunting blue grey vista in the early morning light. Skirting Rowes Bay and heading toward Shelly Beach, the trail makes for a picturesque cardio inspired morning. Trailforks labels it as a blue ride and I think this is a good assessment. Most of the ride is quite easy and kids would enjoy it. A few rock verticals here and there, with a few jumps mixed in, keep it interesting for the more experienced. Yes, I went there.

Down hill fun

Mangrove bridges

Flowers to spruce up the place

Terrain Mixture

Spirited downhills, bridges over the mangroves and newly sprouting flora give the optical nerve some inspiration. The diversity of environments was not expected within a 18km-ish ride. I literally thought Townsville was basically just dry and some of it really is. However, if you seek out other areas, you will be rewarded.

Great signage

Polygon T8 Rocks All the tracks are signed very well. Showing optional paths and restrictions of 'foot only' or 'foot and bike' trails. You would really have to try hard to get lost around here.

A big rock

Lagoon with bird hide

Pallarenda spiders

Mount Marlow

Looking back toward Mt Marlow we entered the wetlands of Pallarenda Lagoon. Long grasses, seniors with metre long beards and lenses of equal length mounted to their full frame Sony cameras, emerged quietly and stealthily amongst the grasses. I have great admiration for these creatures, a special breed, almost motionless for hours, days even, in order to capture natures grandeur on film...well on pixel, but it doesn't sound as romantic. (no lens envy at all...ahem) Osprey, Magpie Geese, Brolgas and Egrets are just some of the birds that we spotted on our way around the Freshwater Trail. We were told to look out for a croc that lives on the bank as well. Unfortunately he/she didn't show him/herself to us today. I wasn't going to check gender even if we did find it.

Happy MTB'ers

Mandy's front wheel

Flat Tyre

Happy riders, sad riders. Regrouping took a little longer, oh no what has happened. Mandy appeared pushing her bike, no claret leaking from any limbs so all good. Then I spotted it, the FLAT. Yep, it only goes to reason. We were 11Km along the ride, the furthest point directly diagonally away from the car. So this is of course where you would get a flat. It goes without saying. Upon reflection, that tube has been in Mandy's bike for around four years. So I think it has done well and deserves a re-tire-ment.

White scrub turkey

Just prior to the start of our ride. We spotted this white dove. A rare bird in these parts in deed. Upon refitting my glasses, we realised it was obviously a scrub turkey incognito. Scrub turkeys are found everywhere, however they are always black in colour. It is a very rare bird and we were very lucky to see it. She strutted her stuff and flashed those feathers. Read the full article

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