#Top-Lage

[gutachter]

Beim Schlossgasthof Strasser in Zusmarshausen tut sich was

Beim Schlossgasthof Strasser in Zusmarshausen tut sich was

Zusmarshausen: „…Ein Investor hat den Schlossgasthof Strasser im Juni gekauft und will jetzt mit der Sanierung beginnen. Die Gemeinde hat jedoch ein Vorkaufsrecht. Wie geht es weiter mit dem ehemaligen Schlossgasthof Strasser in Zusmarshausen? Die Frage schien schon beantwortet zu sein. Ein Investor hatte das Gebäude in der Schloßstraße im Sommer gekauft und würde jetzt gern zügig mit der…

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#Entwicklungskonzept #Gasthof #Marktgemeinde #Ostskern #Schlossgasthof #Top-Lage #Vorkaufsrecht #Zusmarshausen

[pocket-ghostie]

Drew the Underworld Office guys again <3

This page wasn't going to the them and then... uhhh... this happened :D

#I really like how Charlie came out!!!! #I love drawing them ngl #also if your wondering the top of this lage Does have more drawings on it. #but it's not Underworld Office so... #like I said... this wasn't supposed to be a Underworld Office page.... #but then I drew Joy and the rest you can see <3 #it was going to be a Phoenix wright ace attorney page...... lol I love Underworld Office too much #anyways.... They are silly <3 #underworld office #uwo #underworld office eugene #underworld office joy #underworld office charlie #underworld office river #underworld office boss #my art

[pgfabs]

#Butterfly Stickers #Dinosaur Stickers #Heart Stickers #Custom Design Sticker #Flower Stickers #Skateboard Stickers #Cat sticker #womens yoga top #long sleeve gym top #Gorilla t shirt #Crop sweatshirt #Penguin tote bag #Custom Design Shopping Bag Lage #Bee Picture #Planets Picture #Smile Sticker #Custom Design Shopping Bag #Lion Jigsaw #Smile Face T Shirt #Royal Heart #Custom Design T Shirt #Custom Design Mug #Spider Mug #Alien Face Mug #Surfer #Dog Daisy #Corgi Dog #Joggers #Alien Face mug #Bumble Bee Jumper

[rangpurcity]

Father used to run typing center, son tried his luck in films, made 5 movies till now, all blockbuster

04 According to media reports, Rajkumar was born in 1962 in Nagpur. He studied from there till graduation. His father Suresh Hirani used to run a typing center. He used to help his father in his work, but he was not interested in the family business. He was interested in acting and films. His father sent him to join an acting school in Mumbai, but he returned after three days. Later, he joined…

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#3 idiots #aamir khan movies #best bollywood directors of all time #blockbuster #Bollywood Top Directors #center #dunki cast #Dunki Movie Director #dunki release date #dunki story #father #films #Luck #movies #munna bhai lage raho #munna bhai mbbs movie #pk movie #Rajkumar Hirani #Rajkumar Hirani 5 blockbuster movies #Rajkumar Hirani age #Rajkumar Hirani Biography #Rajkumar Hirani life #Rajkumar Hirani movies #Rajkumar Hirani movies list #Rajkumar Hirani next film #Rajkumar Hirani upcoming movies #Rajkumar Hirani wiki #ranbir kapoor movies #run #sanjay dutt movies

[tassjis]

A list of objects and technologies created by Myne

The gremlin has been busy. Anything red was created by another, but without Myne creating something else, the creator would not have made it, so Myne's name is not listed as the creator but Myne was the reason it was made. Anything blue was improved upon

VEHICLES

A horse-drawn carriage with suspension

FURNITURE

Spring mattress spring upholstery - Zach

COSMETICS + ACCESSORIES

Rinsham - all-in-one shampoo Hair Ornaments Librarians armband Tote bag - improved

FASHION

Bubble skirts Halter-top dress Tie-dye - previously existed Wax Dyeing Stencil Dyeing Water ripple embroidery

EVENTS

Tasting party Charity Concert Dying competition

TOYS

Karuta Reversi Chess Playing Cards Baby Rattle Educational baby toys - such as shaped blocks and holes implied other toys

FOOD - Ingredients and condiments -

Compote Tanieh Cream Gelatin Gnocchi Gratin Herb Dressing Lage Sauce (Basil Sauce) Mayonnaise Yeast Pasta Ponzu Sauce Pomme sauce Rumptopf Rutreb Jam White sauce

- Savoury -

Capellini Caprese Salad Carbonara Consomme Soup Double Consomme Soup - Leise Crispy-Crispy Launeide and Sujaru Salad (Vegetable Salad) Crun-Crun Ju-Ju Farba (Chicken Salad) Cappellini Fikken - improved Fluffy Bread Sandwich - Improved with fluffy bread Hamburg Steak Lasagne Macaroni Gratin Osso Buco - Later improved by Leise Parue Burger Parue Okonomiyaki Pizza Potatoffel salad Pomme Soup Risotto Steamed Potatoffel Steamed Taschitz (chicken) Quiche French Toast Salted Cucumber imitation

- Sweet -

Bavarois Cookies Langues De Chat Crepe Fallfold Tart - Nicola Ice Cream Mille Crepe Mousse Panna Cotta Paru Cake Pound Cake Pudding Short Cake Tiramisu Tanier Cream/Mont Blanc

TOOLS

Chopsticks Clothes Hanger - improved Hairpin Herbal Candles Crochet hook Hand pump Hide Glue Steamer Precision Knife Roller Starch Glue Metal letter types Round Bell Safety Pin

MACHINES

Waxing Machine Letterpress Machine

PRINTING TYPES

Woodblock printing Stencil printing Letterpress printing

STATIONARY

Clay Tablet Mokkan Faux Papyrus Dipitch Dipitch Stylus Soot pencil Linseed and soot Ink Colour Ink Folders

- Paper -

Plant Paper (Volrin paper) Conjoining Paper (Nenseb paper) Effon (Music) Paper Fireproof Paper (Trombe paper) Rinfin Paper - Illgner Wax paper (Wax/Rinfin paper) Trauperle Paper -Illgner

- Magic Paper -

Enhanced Conjoining paper - Drewanchel Spellcasting Nenseb paper (Nenseb/Trombe with magic circle) Spellcasting effon paper (Effon/Trombe with chant) Maximum Quality Fey Paper (Effon/Trombe/Nenseb) improved by Ferdinand

MAGIC TOOLS

Music Box with Effon paper (technically made by Ehrenfest students) Drivable Highbeast Rainbow Highbeast Stenluke Disappearing Ink Plush Toy with recorded messages Magic tool to send books back to their shelves

MAGIC

Water Gun Copy and Place

KNOWLEDGE

Salting Out Lace knitting Written Calculation Decorative shaped vegetables Origami Introductory system Tickets Red seal Trading Graphs Myne Decimal System Rosemyne Magic Compression Method Female Crest Copyright royalties Questionnaire survey

PRINTED PRODUCTS

Black and white picture Book Children's Bible - Supreme God and the Eternal Five Children's Bible - Spring Subordinates Children's Bible - Summer Subordinates Children's Bible - Autumn Subordinates Children's Bible - Winter Subordinates Story Books Knight's Tale (short stories 1-3) - Compiled and translated Knight's Tale (short stories 4-5) - Compiled and translated Mother's Bedtime Stories Collection Unnamed Operation Grimm Book (Groschel) - Lutz Etiquette and Noble Euphamisms Book 1 - Fran Etiquette and Noble Euphamisms Book 2 - Fran Rozemyne's Recipe collection Knight's stories - Elvira Royal Academy stories - Elvira Royal Academy love stories - Elvira A history of Dunklefelger - Compiled and translated Knight stories Ahrensbach - Compiled Ditter Story - Roderick Royal Academy love stories 2 - Elvira The tale of Fernstine Part 1 - 3 - Elvira Sheet Music Concert programs Accounting report Printed illustrations (created to promote a knight's tale) Ferdinand illustations Cinderella Romance Novel (pornographic smut)

Songs

Tulip Anime Song Song for the concert Movie theme song "Under the chestnut tree" A hymn for Eglantine (requested by Anastasius) A couple classical songs

#ascendance of a bookworm #honzuki no gekokujou #I may have missed something #if you notice anything wrong or missing let me know

[a-7thdragon]

2023-11-06

Der Tag war vorbei und wir gingen Richtung Bett, als meine Herrin fragte, ob ich so müde sei?

Ich meinte, dass ich sicher schlafen würde, wenn wir und hinlegen, es sich aber noch in Grenzen halten würde.

„Fein, dann warte nackt im Schlafzimmer.“

Ich wartete und sie gab mir noch den Schlüssel zum Öffnen.

Dann kam sie um die Ecke, in neuen niedlichen Dessous. Top, String und Socken mit Erdbeer-Motiven und dazu noch ein Erdbeer-Parfum, sowie Turnschuhe.

„Nur für dich, da ich doch weiß, wie toll du das findest.“

Damit war sie bei mir, griff mir in den Schritt und fing an mich zu massieren. Ich war sofort steinhart.

Und sie machte sich darüber lustig, wie geil ich die Sachen doch finden würde. Damit schickte sie mich aufs Bett, kam sie auf mich, schob ihr Bein zwischen meine und rieb ihr Knie an meinem Schritt. Es machte mich wahnsinnig.

Sie setzte sich auf mich, schob den String zur Seite und ließ mich in sich gleiten.

Ich stöhnte auf und sie machte mein Stöhnen nach. Sie zog mich regelrecht damit auf, wie mich nachäffte, es war so erniedrigend, da ich vor Geilheit nicht anders konnte.

„Wag es nicht auszulaufen.“, sagte sie, während sie mich immer heftiger ritt. Stoppte und wieder ritt, bis ich kurz vorm Platzen war.

Dann stand sie auf und ich sollte ihr folgen. Sie stellte sich an die Wand und ich sollte so in sie eindringen und sie stoßen.

Das war so heftig, das war so geil. Dann legte sie sich mit dem Rücken aufs Bett und ich sollte sie weiter stoßen.

„Soll ich nett zu dir sein? So richtig nett? Naja fast?“

Ich war nicht mehr in der Lage zu denken.

„Fick mich so richtig, bis du ausläufst, wag es aber nicht zu kommen und dann leckst du meine Spalte richtig sauber.“

Ich fickte sie hart und ich merkte, wie mein Orgasmus sich näherte. Bei der Vorstellung nur zu ruinieren, merkte ich wie meine Augen feucht wurden und ich es nicht fassen konnte, was ich hier tat.

Ich was so erregt, dass irgendwie alles weh tat.

Dann in der letzten Millisekunde, stoppte ich und lief aus, ohne den erlösenden Orgasmus zu spüren. Ich fiel innerlich zusammen. Wäre die Strafe wirklich so hart?

Auf Knien vor der Spalte meiner Herrin leckte ich sie, bis ich meinen ganzen Saft aufgenommen und geschluckt hatte.

Erneut sollte ich mich aufs Bett legen und sie edge mich weiter, brachte mich an meine Grenze und lies mich wieder auslaufen.

Sie holte noch ihren Vibrator dazu, dann sie mir an die Eichel hielt, was noch frustrierender war, da sie mir so sogar das angenehme Gefühl des wichsens nahm.

Und wieder lief ich aus.

Sie wechselte, zwischen Vibrator und massieren, stoppte machte weiter und ruinierte mir so noch sechs weitere Orgasmen. Dann wurde ich wegen der Überreizung wieder weich.

Ich lag schwer atmend, fix und fertig auf dem Bett. Sie kam zu mir, kuschelte sich an mich und nahm mich in den Arm.

„Du bist erregt, ja, aber noch lange nicht an deiner Grenze.“

Ich seufzte.

Es war schön sie nun so zu spüren. Dann durfte ich den Käfig wieder anlegen und wir legten uns schlafen. Während das Einschlafen gut ging, wurde ich dann in der Nacht wieder von einem engen, schmerzhaften Käfig geweckt.

[nice2meetyouu]

Living in My Own Bubble

Sabi ng friend ko, ano raw realizations ko sa life ngayong independent living na. Actually, ewan, pero lately naaaliw talaga ako sa "slow" life ko; mabagal naman talaga akong kumilos at kumain in general, pero pinakanag-eenjoy ako pag hindi ko kailangan magmadali.

Siguro, before, para akong laging naghahabol ng oras, pero ngayon, effortlessly, ang aga ko laging dumadating. May time din na pansinin 'yung maliliit na bagay like mga tindahan, halaman, building sa paligid, may time akong mag-grocery (and somehow laging may open na counter dito, unlike sa amin dati, laging blockbuster, kahit 1 item lang, ang haba ng pila para makapagbayad). Sabi nila, 'di ba, parang pumikit ka lang, tapos laban na ulit (isipin mo pag 9pm ka na nakakauwi tapos 5am naggagayak na ulit). Ngayon, I feel in control of my time (since naglalakad lang ako papasok or pag pupunta somewhere) and I love the peace that comes with it. Walang nagsasabi sa akin kung anong dapat gawin.

Sa work naman... apathy. Haha. Basta pumasok at gawin ang kailangan. Kung hindi mapromote, edi hindi. Kung may mag-maternity leave at sa akin napasa ang trabaho at andaming dagdag na ipinapagawa on top ng normal work pero syempre walang bayad, edi wala. Kung hanggang saan lang ang kaya, dun lang.

Nag-let go na ako (for now) ng endless pursuit of growth and development. Hindi ko alam saan ako papunta. Wala akong goals. Just living day by day. Magaling na pala ako sa roleplaying ngayon, pag may mga parang HR na tanungan sa office like what do you hope to achieve in X timeline, parang pick a personality and put it on lang din ang peg. Kahit pag umoorder ako sa labas, inglisera na ako. Kumapal na mukha ko.

#i hate productivity #going through the motions

[tawaifeddiediaz]

kehna hi kya yeh nain jo ek anjaan se jo mile chalne lage mohabbat ke jaise yeh silsile

what is there to say when these eyes met a stranger’s as if a story of love has begun

(for @oneawkwardcookie)

[Image ID: two gifs of Eddie Diaz, Evan Buckley and Christopher Diaz from 9-1-1. The overlaid song is Kehna Hi Kya. The text is written in both Urdu text and transliteration. The gifs have a slight pink hue around the edges, and a rectangle surrounding them, with the English translation written on the top and bottom:

GIF 1: Buck from 2.10 after the elf mistakes Christopher as his and Eddie's son, looking thrown as he turns back to where Eddie has carried Christopher off screen. This is blended with Buck, Chris and Carla from 3.12, in the park, pushing Christopher's adaptable skateboard. The Urdu lyrics read, "pyaare pyaare chehre ne kar diya ishaara." The English translation reads, "your lovely face has given a hint."

GIF 2: Eddie from 6.08, looking off with a slight smile as Carla tells him that sometimes dreams are better than reality. He looks like he's remembering something. The gif is blended with Buck and Christopher poking fun at Eddie's technophobia in 4.03. Christopher is laughing so loud while Buck tries to convince Eddie that those ads are just targeted advertising. The Urdu lyrics read, "Dekha teri aankhon mein sapna koi pyaara." The English translation reads, "I have seen in your eyes, a lovely dream."

/end ID]

#zee edits #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #buck x eddie #911 #911onfox #911 fox #911 on fox #911edits #911edit #oneawkwardcookie #usernymika #userisha #userdahlias #alielook #maystag #userrin #laurenlook #useralie #tusersunnystar #usersmia #ive been waiting to make this but the translations are so HARDDDD #anyway a girly gives up #here ya go <3

[magic-the-girlbossing]

Magic: The Girlbossing: The Final Showdown

Over the course of the past two months, the girlbosses of the multiverse have battled it down for ultimate girlpower supremacy. We've seen some fierce competition throughout this battle, with some surprise upsets along the way! That being said, the time has come for us to end this battle and decide: who is the most girlboss?

Link to Semifinals Masterpost

Let's get a brief summary of our contestants' feats going into the finals: On the left side of the bracket, we have Khan Alesha of the Mardu! A fearsome warrior from the distant past of Tarkir, and Magic's only canonical transgender woman! In her life, she lead the Mardu Horde, a warrior clan built on three edicts: "to conquer is to eat," "to rule is to bleed," "victory or death." Ancient tales of her exploits tell of her facing battle, leading her horde, and felling dragons all with a smile on her face. While she ultimately threw her banners aside to cooperate with Kolaghan's brood, her legacy is still unforgotten, with a clan of transgender warriors still battling in her honor today.

In her ascension to the top of her side of the bracket, she has slain many a challenging foe, such as: Marit Lage, the eldritch horror trapped beneath the ice of Dominaria, cutthroat queen of Fiora and schemer beyond equal, and Liliana, the demon-pact necromancer who once defined what it meant to be a Magic Girlboss.

On the right side, we have the gorgon-planeswalker assassin turned Golgari queen, Vraska! In her work as an assassin, she held one creed: "A person should die the death they deserve." Through her dramatic, ironic assassinations which called back to the way the victims lived their lives, she amassed a following by which she dispensed her own version of justice across the Ravnican Undercity. When she was forced out of the shadows by Jace, she responded by inciting revolution within the Golgari, rallying her followers to allow her ascension to the throne. On Ixalan, she became a pirate captain, sailing to find a highly sought-after treasure and ultimately succeeding in her mission. At this point she also fell in love with Jace, beginning Magic's most iconic Girlboss/Failguy relationship. As of the end of War of the Spark, Vraska stood as undisputed queen of the Golgari Swarm, with most who would stand as obstacles to her power eliminated.

Vraska, too, has faced many a foe. These include Beckett Brass, the admiral of a vast coalition of pirate crews, Asmoranomardicadaistinaculdacar, whose demonic dishes were to die for, Emrakul, whose interplanar influence and destruction knows only the bounds of Innistrad's ancient moon, and Teysa Karlov, a fellow guild-leader who somehow combines banking and priesthood while making it look sexy.

Beginning on Monday, May 15th at 12:00 PM EST, witness the conclusion of a story arc that honestly is better than anything MTG has actually had in the past half-decade. Will the Mardu Khan reign supreme, or will the Golgari queen cut her way to the top? That is for all of you to decide.

#magic the girlbossing #magic the gathering #poll #poll bracket #girlboss #mtg #alesha #vraska #golgari #mardu #i say “as of war of the spark” in the vraska summary because the most recent story arc is currently inconclusive about her status #thus we cannot truly ascertain what her status is re:girlbossitude #i think that's fair enough

[niobe-loreley]

Heaven Is In A Shortcake {xiii}

FINALLLY AN UPDATE HAHAHAHUHUHUHU I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG CUZ OF THAT THERE WILL BE 2 CHAPTERS TODAY!

disclaimer: The Gray Man and the characters are NOT mine, even the reader. I only own the plot and the reader's character lol. Pictures used in the fic are NOT MINE, but only the edited version (u can msg me if u ze owner); credits to the rightful owners and canva + weheartit. Additionally, I am not a Subic/Zambales native, so my apologies for any wrong locations, descriptions, or languages.

Six x F!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Female Reader

warning: moderate amount of swear words. some filipino dialogues. slow burn. fluff. trust issues. dramaramramamama. comedy if you use a magnifying glass. culture shock. word count check. slightly proofread/revised.

CHAPTER SELECTION IS IN THE ✨Masterlist✨ Chapter 12 is already a full-blown deer Chapter 13 is a newborn fawn

word count: 3.9k (N/N) = nickname *Kiara = Clare *Kurt = Court *cover names = reader doesn't know (except you DO know #wreckthe4thwall)

♪Sino ang mag-aakalang mahal kita Sino ang maglalahad ng nadarama♪

♪Bakit hindi alam kung bakit Laging sa akin lumalapit Kahit minsan ako'y nagkulang♪

He doesn’t understand the song, yet for some reason he can relate to it as much as the next foreigner.

Court finds interest in the memphis-patterned wall when you turn away from the counter and stroll to the booth he’s taken. The two of you are in a coffee shop less than a 3-minute drive from the subdivision, you lead them here after you asked if you and Court can talk. The coffee shop is inside a residential area, which Court actually has a room rented as one of their nearby hideouts. Claire is still asleep in the backseat of the car, which is parked right outside of the cafe; he left it locked and running since he has a spare key.

While you ordered warm drinks for the two of you, Court assesses the vicinity. It’s small, up to 20 customers will fit, with 3 tables for two, 2 booths for four, and a counter-table good for four by the window. Two ways in and out. When he has concocted enough shootout scenarios and possible escape plans, his eyes land on you like a rocket to the moon.

You’re still in your thigh-high white socks and black jeans-shorts, except you unfolded the hem to dangle the methodical loose threads. You have switched your white shoes for pink high Chucks and the brown collared-shirt for a peach sweatshirt.

How you look two times younger than your age isn’t what astounds Court. It’s your sprightly hair free from the usual ponytail or braids you always tie it into. He hasn’t seen your untied hair in a while, making him recall that you haven’t been to their house since you began dating Erick. For the reason being Court’s douchey decisions in putting a raincheck on the Friday movie nights.

A forest fire is starting in his chest at the thought of Erick having the privilege to see you out of your cafe uniform every time he wants.

Erick gets to contact you and hang out with you without resistance.

Erick gets to run his hands through your hair while Court sits back and watches like the fool he is.

He gets to take you home or to his place and—

“Hey? Kurt!”

Court blinks, reeling out of his dangerous spiraling stupor, he looks at you and takes the gander. “What is it?”

“You’ve been staring at me for almost two minutes,” you say, stifling a grin.

The wildfire in his chest springs up to his cheeks, he stammers an apology and looks at anywhere but you. A waiter approaches the booth, serving a yellow mug to you and a red mug to Court. “We’ll be behind the counter if you two need anything,” he says and takes his bouncy leave.

“I ordered chai tea latte for both of us,” you lift the mug up, “This is one of the drinks I know you like.”

“Well, I like your blend.” he blurts out, bringing the mug up to his lips, he imagines smacking the mug against the top of his head.

You smile. “Let’s have a taste of their blend, shall we?”

The two of you sip simultaneously, extracting the mug from your lips, you and Court exchange looks. Taking another sip at the same time for confirmation, you lower the mug to the table and sigh.

“Too much milk,” you and Court quietly comment.

Astonishment shortly blooms across your faces before amusement cracks it and the two of you share a laugh. For the next few minutes, the two of you decide to sit in silence and enjoy what you can from the drink.

Court can’t help but think how nice this is. It’s blissful (euphoric, even) to be with you like this.

And it scares him.

No matter how much he wants these moments with you, his inner demons stab his heart relentlessly as punishment and reminder that he doesn’t deserve it—

He doesn’t deserve you.

“Where were you two going?” your sweet-voiced inquiry swats the demons away, and when he makes eye contact with you, his stab wounds have healed.

There’s no point in lying and dragging this infighting out too much.

“To the cafe,” Court pauses, “Because I wanted to see you.”

 You’re stunned.

Court sighs. “I wanted to talk to you, too.”

You’re— whatever is the next adjective to stunned. But simultaneously, you’re relieved.

“That’s.. good.” you breathe out, chuckling.

“Let me apologize first for my attitude these past weeks.” he looks you in the eye, “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

Your heart flutters, not in a way that should be when someone is asking for your forgiveness . “Apology half-accepted,” you grin, “I’ll accept it wholeheartedly if you increase your tips in the cafe.”

His jaw drops, and if you two were a cartoon, it would’ve dropped on the table and knocked his drink off.

“I’m kidding,” you announce, somehow not reassuringly. “And I’m sorry, too, for being snobbish recently.”

“It’s okay,” says Court, sipping on his drink. “Anyway.. you should talk first.”

You nod, gathering your courage with a collective breath in and out. “Alright… Why have you been avoiding me?” you inquire, brows knotted solemnly.

Now it’s Court’s turn to gather his courage. Inhaling and exhaling through his nose, Court musters an abundance of bravery to hold your gaze.

“You have a boyfriend.”

Huh?

You blink at him, dumbfounded. "What does that have to do with anything?" you ask amusedly.

"Everything." Court heavily emphasizes and sighs, "Look, (Y/N), Claire doesn't have a lot of friends and she considers you to be one. But hanging out with her means you'll hang out with me. And I'm pretty sure your boyfriend won't approve."

You frown. "One, he's not my boyfriend, we're just dating. Two, he doesn't give a flying shit about it after a talk we had."

Court huffs. "Well, if you were dating me, I'd give a flying shit about you hanging out with some guy."

For a second, the whole world is quiet. Until the next song gently oozes out of the speakers.

♪Dami pang gustong sabihin Ngunit 'wag na lang muna Hintayin na lang ang hanging Tangayin ang salita♪

You look at Court, who’s looking back just as shocked as you. If not, even more shocked and positively horrified at his subconscious.

“I-I me-mean if I,” he clears his throat, “If I was dating someone, and they were friends with a person they appear very close to, I’d give a shit in a cautious way. I don’t mean to sound possessive or anything, but like, I’d care about who they’re friends with.. okay?”

You’re quiet for several seconds, sipping on your drink before you reply. “Erick cares.. he confessed about being skeptical towards our friendship. But after our talk, he’s okay with you and I—”

His self-control is slipping.

“—and Claire.”

Slipping very fast now.

“... That way, it’s the three of us against the world.”

“Glad to know that,” Court nods and swigs on his drink.

“So,” you trail off, smiling sheepishly. “Are we okay?”

We will be if we just be together.

Court finally imprisons his talkative subconscious. “Yeah, we’re okay.” he answers with a crooked smile.

You narrow your eyes at him, and without warning, you slide out of the booth, stand at his side, and collar him. “Don’t lie to me,” you coldly say, leaning down to threateningly place your face half a ruler away.

The look of terror on his face isn’t from the abrupt invasion of privacy or your cute attempt to be hostile; instead, Court is terrified you’ll read his mind being this up close to him.

Six inches.. your face, your nose, your lips— they’re just six inches away. And six inches is awfully close proximity.

Just as his body begins to move without permission, thankfully you stand upright with a wolfish grin. “Was I menacing enough?”

Court breathes out a laugh, but it’s actually a puff of relief. “Would you like me to be brutally honest?”

“As long as it’s constructive,” you quip, sitting back down across him.

A light bulb pops in his mind and breaks, the light flickering challengingly as he considers the idea. “Okay, well, point to you for the demeanor. It’s very icy. And the way you hold the gaze unblinking, plus the way you take up the space are double points.” says Court, “But of course, being in close quarters with the enemy could leave you vulnerable. So.. best be careful with face-to-face threatening tactics.”

You’re open-mouthed, yet simultaneously amused as a grin tweaks up the corners of your lips. “Were you, like, a secret agent before your graphic designing era?”

His rigid shoulders loosen when he shrugs. “I just like secret agent movies.” he declares nonchalantly.

Part lie, part truth…

“Oh, yeah? What’s your favorite?”

“Woah, that’s tough, but..” Court scratches his head, “I’ll go with Spy.”

“Spy, 2015? The one with Melissa McCarthy?” you question with eyes about to burst with glitter.

Court grins. “And with Miranda Hart, Rose Byrne, Jason Statham, and—”

“Jude Law!” you finish his sentence with him, though you’re more enthusiastic than he is. “If there’s an action/comedy film that I would sleep with, Spy would be that movie. I am crazy in love with it!”

“Better not let your boyfriend know that,” he snickers.

You scoff. “Like he’ll complain when he’s getting some.”

The universe may as well be positively against Courtland Gentry. Because he’s in the middle of drinking from his chai tea latte when you explicitly hinted that you’re having sex with the guy you’re dating.

Court feels as though the warm drink has become sentient and decides not to meet its maker, slapping his throat with the force of 500 pounds in the attempts to escape the esophagus. He coughs horribly, facing away from you, he covers his mouth with his arm.

“Are you okay?” you worriedly ask, jumping out of the booth, you stand beside him. “Kurt, are you okay? You sound asphyxiated.”

“I’m—” Court is cut off by another fit of cough.

You’re careful when you reach to soothe and pat his back, while your other hand gently grips on his shoulder. Court can’t focus on your hands on him at first, that’s why he’s slightly thankful that he’s still recovering from choking. But as his bodily reflex begins calming down, Court wonders if you’ll stay this close to him if he pretends.

However, self-control gets the best of him.

Breathing out a sigh, he composes himself and looks up at you. “Thanks, (Y/N).. I’m fine now.” he says and absentmindedly pats your hand on his shoulder. He is quick to realize it, freezing up in the process, leaving his hand atop yours.

“You sure? Can I get you anything?” you question, scrutinizing him from crown to toe.

Court snaps out of his daze, pats your hand again, and reluctantly puts his hand down. “Yeah, I’m sure I’m fine.” he replies with a smile, “And you’ve done enough.”

“Okay.. well,” you slowly pull away from him, “what happened?”

“I think my drink has a grudge on me.”

“What, for consuming it?”

“Something like that.”

“I should be careful with mine, then.”

You return to your seat, glancing out of the cafe, you trace swirling patterns on your plain yellow mug. “You two can go home, you know.. I’ll stay for a bit.”

Court furrows his brows. “Why?— Oh, okay..”

“No, I’m not meeting Erick if that’s what you’re thinking.” you lightly kick his leg.

“Oh…” he tries not to look too happy, “Well, then, I’ll just go check up on Cl— Kiara.”

“Okay! See if she’s awake and hungry.”

Court exits the coffee shop, taking a furtive gander of the block, he unlocks the SUV and hops in. “Claire, wanna go home?” he looks over to the backseat, locking the doors.

She groans. “What’re you talking about? I am home.” and rolls over, smushing her face into the seat.

Court reaches over to see if her seatbelt is secured, and even pokes her shoulder for good measure that she’s deeply in slumber.

“She thinks she’s sleeping at home, so..” he announces when he enters back in the cafe, sidling across from you.

You chuckle. “Really, Kurt, you don’t have to accompany me.”

“Yeah, but I’d love to be with you,” Court internally punches himself across the face. He proceeds to clarify himself, “To accompany you. I mean, we are friends, right? Friends.. do that, accompany each other and shit.”

You smile, the kind that you’re trying to suppress as you’re simultaneously amused yet elated. “Yeah.. and shit,” you say, blissfully looking at him as though you’re about to ask him to marry you.

Court vanquishes the ludicrous thoughts away, slowly finishing his chai tea latte, which now appears menacing for a warm drink. He feels the sweat oozing out the top of his head when you stay silent while you drink, eyeing the coffee shop’s ornaments. You’re beginning to keep your thoughts to yourself. He sees them dancing around your eyes, but he’s not a mindreader; just a guy who would love for you to share your thoughts.

 It then hits him like a ten-wheeler truck— horn blaring, bones rupturing, realizing death is happening in just a snap— you’re always the one leading the conversation. During your first moments together, even during the walkie-talkie nights; he’s always waiting for you to say something. Granted, it’s due to his inept social skills, plus he doesn’t want to say anything wrong to you. That’s why he keeps quiet.

But not tonight.

He concludes it’s high time he acts like a man and takes the lead.

“So, what’s your favorite moment in Spy?” Court asks.

The thoughts in your eyes become lively, like celestial bodies showing off in a cloudless starry night. “Is answering.. every moment in Spy is my favorite moment too superfluous?” you ask back with a grin.

“If you put it like that, yeah.”

You laugh— the good kind of laugh.

The laugh that says ‘I’m comfortable with you, and I hope you’re comfortable with me too’.

The laugh that would’ve shot chai tea out of your nose if you had been drinking when he responded.

The laugh that Court wishes he can hear every day.

It’s the most genuine laugh he has heard from you yet. Court wonders if you laugh with Erick like this as well.

This is bad.

Even though it feels right and gives you ecstasy, this is bad.

By this, you mean you and Court— hanging out. It's the first time in a while that you two get to talk, but this is the first time you two talked like this in person. Typically, your conversations with Court occur through radio waves. 

That's what made you overlook the situation. The familiarity and comfort. Conversations with Court have always made you feel at ease.

If you're honest, the situation is innocent.

But if you're being more honest, the situation is wrongful.

Because you're starting to realize something you shouldn't. Feeling something you don't know is possible.

And it scares you.

You can't think of any reasons why— why and how it's possible. And that wreaks havoc in your brain as you try to ponder thoroughly about it.

You swirl the drink in your mug by lightly shaking it around. You watch the remaining liquid dance as an excuse to take your eyes off Court. He just asked you when was the last time you went to an amusement park (context: you two were fangirling about the Final Destination franchise).

"I guess.. 7 years?" you chuckle, "My parents surprisingly know I love amusement parks and decide we go to Universal Studios Japan after my graduation."

“I’ve been there once,” he pauses, averting his gaze just as a vivid memory flickers in it. “Ten years ago.”

You open your mouth to probe, but he beats you to it. “I thought you hadn't traveled to another country before?” he inquires puzzledly.

“Well, that was more like visiting Japan, not really my definition of traveling.” you shrug.

“And how was the USJ for you and your family?”

You try to search his eyes, finding no evidence of the memory he just recalled, you yield and recall your own memory of the popular theme park. “Shockingly, we had fun together. It was a rare blue moon event.” you snicker, “We even rode The Flying Dinosaur, which just opened that year, ten times in 1 day.”

Court stays silent, waiting for you to add on either the theme park or your family, but you’re not ready. And you’re certain he’s not ready to hear your family drama yet.

“Sorry,” he says suddenly.

You furrow your brows. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I didn’t intend for this conversation to involve your family. You told me once that you didn’t want me to feel bad about telling you anything about me.. and I’d like to say the same to you right now.” Court scratches the back of his head, “I mean.. am I right to think that your family is a sensitive topic?”

“Yeah, they are.. and you’re right. But don’t worry, you didn’t make me feel bad or anything.” you reply with a smile.

“Really?”

“Really.. I’m okay.”

“But your eyes say you’re not.”

You’re astonished. True, any memory or mentions of your family showers you with melancholy; but you did not think you’re showing it explicitly. Because you know you aren’t, yet Court manages to see through your defenses.

“What are you, a psychiatrist?” you nervously laugh, “Okay, okay, here’s a more honest answer.. I’m partly okay and you’re not the reason why I’m not fully okay.”

“But I’m the reason why you’re only partly okay in the first place. I triggered that.” Court frowns.

“Susmaryosep—” you reach over and flick him on the forehead, “Now you’re being more of a drama queen than my inner self. I’m partly okay, Kurt, and I’ll be fully okay once I’ve stabilized my emotions. Stop blaming yourself when I’m already assuring you that you did not hurt me.”

He gawks at you, shocked at your formidability, and you flick him on the forehead again before sitting back down. “Sheesh, is extreme affirmation and a forehead flick your love language?” you grumble, taking a swig of your chai tea latte.

If your exasperation has a form, it would be pops of firecrackers effusing out the top of your head.

Before Court can apologize again, the waiter approaches your booth and informs the two of you that the coffee shop will close in 20 minutes. “Ay sige, ubusin lang namin ito tapos labas na kami. Pasensya na, napatagal kami,” you reply to the waiter with a sheepish smile.

Oh okay, we’ll just finish this and then we’ll go out. Pardon us for taking too long,

“Okay lang po! Sana nag-enjoy naman po kayo sa stay niyo rito!” he beams and whisks back to the counter.

It’s alright! I hope you two enjoyed your stay here!

You whisper to Court to quickly finish your drinks, which is done in less than thirty-seconds, and wait for a minute before skedaddling out of the cafe.

The late-September air attempts to overwhelm you with its chilly embrace, but you’re protected by the remaining warmth of your deceased chai tea latte. You check your things and head to your motorcycle, Court trails after you silently. And when you halt, he halts.

“You know.. if you waited three more years, we might’ve run into each other at USJ.” you quip with a toothy grin, “Who were you with, if I may ask?”

He has trouble looking straight at you as he answers. “Uh.. just some old friends.”

“No lovers?” you tease.

“None,” he shortly laughs, looking straight at you, and now you’re the one having trouble looking at him.

“Well, thank you for accepting my offer and talking it out with me tonight.” you unlatch your helmet from the luggage rack, turning to Court, you smile brightly at him. “Have a good night, Kurt.”

“Don’t you,” he pauses when he sounds too hasty, “Don’t you want to stay the night at our place? It’s almost midnight.”

You hold the ‘yes’ captive in your throat. “No, it’s fine.. the drive home for me will be fast at this time.” you reply with a reassuring smile.

“Are you sure I can’t tempt you with a game of DOS before bed?” Court quips awkwardly.

You laugh. “I’m sure you’ll regret that offer if I beat your ass in DOS.”

The two of you share a laugh, lively sounds mingling and ringing together into one, floating up to the twinkling stars behind the dark clouds. Once the cosmos has been fed by your and Court’s laughter, the two of you stare at each other— you instantly lose track of time at that moment.

You don’t know how, you don’t know why. But those findings somewhat don’t matter because right now, it’s just you and Court.

Except it shouldn’t be.

Because there’s no you and him.

In that sudden realization, you’re the first to snap back to reality. “Say good night to Kiara for me!” you say in a mixture of exclamation and yelping. You put on your helmet, straddle the motorcycle, and boots the stand-up.

“Y-Yeah, I will.” says Court.

You give him a thumbs up. “Alright, good night to you as well, Kurt!” and twist the keys in the ignition.

You’re the first to drive out of the small residential village, halting a few feet away from the highway, and Court rests to your right, lowering the driver window. “Are you sure I can’t at least drive you home?” he inquires with a worried frown.

“Yes, I’m sure.” you chuckle, “Good night, Kurt!”

Looking from left to right, you urge your ride into the highway. You forcefully focus your mind on the drive, because it keeps flashing memories of tonight like a broken record.

Just as you assured Court, you arrive at your apartment in no time. You fish out your phone, call the latest contact on the call list, and grab a pitcher of water from the fridge. The recipient doesn’t answer. After drinking a glass of water, you call again.

[“Hello?”] he groggily answers, probably with both eyes closed.

“Erick, hi, sorry.” you pause, “It’s me, (Y/N).”

[“(N/N)? Babe, why are you calling at midnight? Did your pumpkin explode?”]

“It’s more of the mice literally speaking,” you jokingly say and sit down, lowering your forehead to the edge of the table.

[“Are you okay? Did something crazy abnormal happen to you?”] Erick questions worriedly.

“No, but… Yes, I guess?— I just.. I need to talk to you.”

[“You sound serious. Wanna meet up now?”]

“No, I… I need some time to think.”

He deeply breathes in and out. [“Whatever that is.. it sounds like you made your mind about it already.”]

You stammer. “What do you mean?”

[“C’mon, (N/N).. I’ve known you, what, three years? Albeit, intermittently and through Muro,”] Erick snickers, [“So if you say you’ll be thinking about it, you probably thought about it for a while and finalizing it right now. Plus, we’ve been dating for a month.. that’s enough to know someone.”]

Sitting upright,  you breathe out a laugh. “Why do you sound so wise?”

[“Because I’ve always been, doy!”]

“Erick.. can we meet up tomorrow for lunch?”

[“Sure! At the cafe?”]

“I’ll text you the details in the morning. Sorry for calling you abruptly at this hour.”

You can imagine the boyish smile on his smile as he replies. [“It’s alright, babe. See you tomorrow?”]

“See you tomorrow..”

A/N: got nothing except HOPE YOU ENJOY AND CONTINUE STAYING TUNE &lt;;<<333 i am so so very very sorry for not updating in a very long while INTERNSHIP IS A HELLISH YET FUN JOURNEY

The key to Chapter 14 is itself

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🎧 NOW PLAYING: lowkey by niki

📣 HAECHAN LEE. fluff, highschool!au, secret bf!au

✍ written in tagalog | ⚠ walang warnings, basta soft lang 'to dahil highschool!bf haechan T____T | 📅 posted on july 17th, 2022

SINO BA NAMANG MAG-AAKALA NA ANG LALAKING PALAGI MONG KALABAN SA KAHIT ANONG BAGAY, EH MAGIGING NOBYO MO?

si lee donghyuck, maingay, matalino, mahilig mang-asar, at higit sa lahat ang kompetisyon mo mula sa academics hanggang sa extra curricular activities. buong buhay niyo, palagi kayong magkaklase, laging nasa star section dahil sa nakakamangha niyong galing sa lahat ng bagay— sa pag-sayaw, pagkanta o sa pag guhit man yan. bilib na bilib ang lahat ng guro sa eskuwelahan niyo, nung una nga ay balewala lang sa’yo na pareho kayo palagi ng ranko dahil tinuturi mo naman siyang kaibigan. pero nagbago ito nang magtapos kayo ng elementarya. si haechan ang grumaduate bilang top 1 dahil mas mataas ng .5 ang final average niya kesa sayo. dismayado ka kaya sinigurado mong hindi ka magtatapos ng high school bilang top 2, kundi top 1. buong high school life mo, sinigurado mong palagi mong natataasan si haechan. na dapat ikaw ang laging nangunguna sa klase. na dapat ikaw ang nasa pinaka-taas. 

pero lintik talaga ang tadhana, ano? sino ba naman kasing mag-aakala na jojowain mo ‘tong lalaking sinumpa mo na habang buhay mong gagawing kompetisyon.

nalaman mong may gusto sa’yo si haechan nung madulas ang matalik nitong kaibigan sa’yo habang naglalakad kayong dalawa pauwi. sumabay ka sa kanya dahil magkapitbahay lang naman kayo. nung una nga ay hindi ka naniniwala, pero ilang araw kang hindi nakatulog kakaisip tungkol dito. umamin lang sa’yo si haechan noong hinarap mo siya habang nagreready kayo sa isang event sa para sa school. humingi ka muna ng konting panahon para pag-isipan ang nararamdaman mo sa kanya bago mo sabihin na handa ka nang maging magkasintahan.

mag-isa kang nakaupo sa bench, busy ka makipagchat sa adviser mo dahil sa pabor na hinihingi nito sa’yo, kaya naman hindi mo namalayan na nasa likod mo na pala ang nobyo mo at binabasa ang chat mo. “kung ipagpapalit mo ‘ko, pwede bang ‘wag sa matanda?” sabi nito, nagulat ka naman at muntik pang mahulog ang cellphone mo. “joke lang, bebi ko. hello,” bati nito at umupo sa tabi mo bago iabot ang sunflower sa’yo. “for you”

“wow, kailan ka pa naging sweet?” asar mo, “kala mo naman ipagpapalit kita kay sir? umayos ka nga, may type ako ‘no!”

“alam ko namang may type ka, ako nga type mo di ‘ba?”

hinampas mo ang hita nito dahil sa ka-kornihan niya, nilock mo na rin ang cellphone mo at tumayo para ayain si haechan na maglakad-lakad sa loob ng mall. walang masyadong tao dito dahil kabubukas lang, may mga ibang tindahan pa nga na hindi pa talaga bukas dahil masyado pang maaga. hinawakan ni hyuck ang kamay mo, sinigurado niyang mahigpit ang kapit mo sa kanya para hindi ka niya bitawan. 

“gusto mo ba kumain muna bago tayo manood ng movie?” tanong nito.

“hmm, hindi pa naman ako gutom. samahan mo muna ‘ko tumingin ng damit, binigyan kasi ‘ko ni daddy ng pera.” suggest mo, “sa h&m may cute na dress, tara!”

napangiti si haechan sa’yo. in love na in love ata ang binata kaya parang mapupunit na ang labi niya kakangiti habang naglalakad kayo. pagdating niyong dalawa sa h&m, pumunta agad kayo sa dress section. at tama ka nga, cute ang mga damit na nirelease nila ngayong buwan. kung pwede lang bilhin ni hyuck lahat ng dress para sa’yo ay gagawin niya dahil siguradong sigurado siyang bagay ito sa’yo. magbabayad ka na sana kaso namukhaan ni haechan ang isa sa mga kaklase niyo, ang malas pa niyan eh ‘yung pinaka-chismosa niyo pang kaklase at ‘yung may crush pa sa boyfriend mo.

“teka, si pia ‘yun!” sabi nito sa’yo, “anong gagawin natin?”

“magbabayad ako, magtago ka ‘dun banda tapos hahabulin nalang kita palabas.”

tumango si haechan at dahan dahang umalis sa tabi mo, nakita mo naman siyang nagtago sa may mga dress at tinignan kung nandoon pa rin ba si pia. lumabas si hyuck na para bang wala siyang tinataguan, saktong sakto naman na nakapagbayad ka na kaya agad ka ring umalis. hinawakan mo ang kamay ni hyuck at sinabing “tara?”. tumakbo kayo papuntang cinema at saktong sakto ang dating niyo dahil malapit na rin mag-umpisa ang movie na nireserve niyo.

hindi naman sa ayaw mong ipagmalaki si hyuck sa maraming tao dahil nahihiya ka, ang totoo nyan, ayaw mo lang talagang ipagsabi sa iba kung anong meron sainyo dahil kuntento ka na sa kung anong meron kayo at ganon rin siya. ayaw niyo lang pareho na kapag nalaman ng lahat ng kakilala niyo na magkarelasyon kayo, ay may isang magtatangkang isabotahe ang relasyon niyo.

“hyuck” tawag mo, “mahal kita”

hindi maiwasang hindi kiligin ni haechan sa sinabi mo, siya lang kasi palagi ang nagsasabi nito dahil alam niyang hindi ka pa handa na sabihin ito pabalik. alam naman niyang mahal mo siya kaya hindi ka niya pinipilit na sabihin, kaya naman namula siya nang marinig ka niyang sabihin ito sa kanya.

“mahal din kita” sabi niya, "sobra pa sa sobra."

#nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct 127 fluff #haechan fluff #lee haechan fluff #nct scenario #nct dream scenario #nct 127 scenario #nct soft hours #nct dream soft hours #nct 127 soft hours #haechan soft hours

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Oh bhai! 2-3 din gayab kya hui yahan tips share hone lage hai! Giving me another reason to love this blog! 🤣❤ (nazar na lage 🧿)

P.S. any tips for me aka Saturnian women while dating? (Anyone is welcome to join in)

🧿🧿🧿no nazar here,, exams kaise thi aapki?👀🥺

honestly it depends on which stage of the Saturn girl journey you're in, if you're in your independent rebellious era,, beware of men who will take advantage of your "wildness" and "free spirit". this does not even have to be just sexual but a lot of people keep others around for fun times but when the going gets tough, they disappear asap

if you're in your hardworking tradgirl era then also beware of attracting misogynistic creeps who will see your goodness and want to benefit from it.

maybe this is a controversial take but when someone loves you and when you love someone, it shouldnt be because of any reason?? ykwim?? like their qualities, qualifications, $$$, family etc is all the cherry on top,, you shouldnt be looking for anything from them, you should just feel happy being around them and if their presence itself does not "feel enough" ,, its time to leave that man💅🏼

vice versa no man should be with you bc of your xyz qualities , this does not mean he shouldnt appreciate your good qualities or value you, just that his love for you has to go beyond anything you have or dont have AKA unconditional love.

run from men who say they want a "good girl" these men ARE THE WORST

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CJL LIVE BLOG SEASON 1 [EPISODE 2]

Hi. I had an exam on 28th and I had promised my mother that I won't write anything before that. So. Now. Come. Let'z begin :)

1.) So. Now is the time for their sweet re-union. Badshah & Deva. Deva fishes out a harmonica and starts playing 'their' melody which is also an instrumental of the titular song.

2.) Badshah, instantly, recognizes the tune and starts running towards its source, Deva as well comes down running towards him while playing it, with tears rolling down his eyes.

3.) Ok. So. Now. Badshah is doing nakhre. He wants to have a race to a tree at the hilltop. Deva mocks Badshah of his old age and inability to run at full speed. He warns him not to cheat and to start running only at the count of three. (Tho he himself breaks the rules in the next moment. Lol.)

4.) They are about to reach the hilltop and Deva realizes he is loosing, so, he takes a long-ass high jump and lands on the tree, altho the camera could not hide the actuality of the scene but theek hai itna toh chalta hai.

5.) Deva is hanging down a branch and is gloating of his victory but the branch breaks off and he falls down the hill to the-waterfall?-lake?-water body. Whatever.

6.) And, now, we get a glimpse of his trauma getting triggered due to him going underwater. We see the impact of the trauma has been huge on him too, by the line as well as the way, he says it, "Haan haan tu jeeta aur......main haar gaya."

7.) We, along with Badshah, get a glimpse of his tortured past. He(Badshah) tries to sooth and comfort him but Deva brushes it off by saying that this was the reward for trying to bring a smile on someone's face, he continues, the wounds have healed but the pain is still there.

8.) And, we are instantly taken to that certain someone who, he was talking about, moments ago. Mujhariya ji? Or? Bhojariya ji? They didn't keep track of that name. (¬_¬)

9.) Tara has. Oh. Hi Tara. So. Tara has returned home but she kept searching for Badshah, the whole day, as it is night time now. She has badgered (-Bho/Mu-)jhariya ji the whole day, he is exasperated and tells her to not disturb him as he has no knowledge of the person, who has bought Badshah.

10.) So. We hear someone shouting at the top of their lungs, asking for their 'accounts ki file' and we see Baba throw- Oh. Hi Baba. Long time no see. Hope you are fin-i think not. Did you too find something strange in Baba's behavior? Like. Wasn't he, a self-centered, stuck up 'Sehgal' all those years back? Yeh kab se Tara ki baat manne lage? Something's wrong with him, i think. Whatever.

11.) So. Tara hands him those yellow flowers from the gardens of their ex-house. Lol. Ex-house. And Baba calms down, considerably.

12.) We see Tara leaves Baba inside the room and goes to clean the now-broken expensive lamp of her chachi. Chachi warns her to tell off her Baba to be careful with the things of this house as it is their house(Chacha and Chachi's). Btw, what's with Chachi's over make-up and heavy saree? She didn't go anywhere? Did she? No? Then why the over dressing? Lol. Whatever.

13.) Oh. So. Chachi takes rent from these two. To give them space in 'their' house. To give shelter to their OWN big brother? Like? Blood related BIG BRO? Wow. Just wow. And, she orders Tara to give her additional five thousand along with the monthly rent, for the loss of that goddamn lamp. Chachi, be grateful that she has the grace to give that money, had i been at her place, i would have given you a tight slap. Now. Shut the f*ck up Chachi. You understand? STFU CHACHI.

Not-so-fun Fact : Why are all the Chacha's and Chachi's of the ITV universe doing the GREAT wrong deed / the GREAT injustice? First Arnav's chachaji and now these idiots (also chachas and chachis)? Like? Wtf is wrong with them? Whatever.

14.) Aha. See? I told you. Baba is ill, y'all.

15.) Tara pleads chachi to -understandably- show some mercy to her father but chachi backfires.

16.) Oh. So. I was right again. Chacha and chachi are going for a party thrown by some 'maaldaar investor'. Lol. What was with that shitty woofing at the end. Lol. Whatever.

17.) Hold on, y'all. Let me take a water break.

*takes a two minute time-out*

*returns back* Ok. Let's resume.

18.) Papa is ill. But brother is still the same. Asshole. You noticed how papa has softened towards Tara now? I actually feel sad for Tara. This poor little kid lost so much so soon. And, now she is the one taking care of her ill father and reckless brother. Because Rohan has to get paid to look after his ill papa for ONE FREAKING DAY. Humphf. Shit-hole of a brother.

Not-so-Fun Fact : They highlighted his gold gleaming ring and the watch on his left hand when he asked about his return gift for 'papa-sitting' which means Tara was the only one who gave those to him or at least she was the one to pay the bill. My poor little baby Tara.

LoOoOol. Again, that Sehgal Promise. Bro, the last time you gave your 'Sehgal Promise', you almost traumatized Tara. Just spare her with that shit-ass of a promise of yours and take care of your father, you jobless leech.

19.) Tara has been made part of the event today night, which is probably, being hosted by Deva and he can't wait to start on his revenge, the moment he was waiting for, for the last fifteen years.

20.) Lol. Deva is in love. Yeah. Kind of. The man has everything around him which keeps reminding him of Tara. He really loves her, actually. Had kind of fallen for her all those years back. It's just he has this misunderstanding that Tara had the heart to betray him so when he comes to know the truth he will actually end up taking revenge from those accused Sehgals for his and Tara's tortured past.

21.) Ok. So. Deva in black. His car in red. (Tara in red. Lol. I saw in the thumb nail.)

22.) Ok. So. Wow. The entry. Both of them together. In the chand's light. That? Was? So? Freaking? Beautiful? Like? Wtf?

P.S. : So. Yeah. As I said. I am loving this show. The ending scene was perfect. It was so goddamn beautiful. Wow. Everything was perfect. Deva in black, Tara in red. Btw it was kinda surprising that Tara's chacha-chachi were in black while she in red(You know how it goes in some shows. The whole family is given the same color combination.) But it is also fitting because both of them are the black shadows in Tara's life while Deva, also in black, was given a see-through shirt underneath the coat, so I guess it was to show that he won't be completely black, like, black in the surface but his love for Tara would also be very much visible, just like his own skin is. Whatever. I over-analyzed the thing which did not need any analyzing. Lol. Whatever. Ok. Bye. God bless you.

#Tara-Deva #DevRa #Chand Jalne Laga #CJL #Loved the episode dammit #I am back #had an exam #might have another in the next month #let's see #ok #bye y'all folks #shubh prabhat/ratri #whatever #lol #Btw did you notice one thing #that brother rohan last time when he gave his sehgal promise and pushed tara to the ultimate limit of her grief #tara got deva in her life #and now after all these years when he again gave his SP #dayum #Deva is back in her life #i guess his SP is not all that panauti then #ok bye

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#Butterfly Stickers #Dinosaur Stickers #Heart Stickers #Custom Design Sticker #Flower Stickers #Skateboard Stickers #Cat sticker #womens yoga top #long sleeve gym top #Gorilla t shirt #Crop sweatshirt #Penguin tote bag #Custom Design Shopping Bag Lage #Bee Picture #Planets Picture #Smile Sticker #Custom Design Shopping Bag #Lion Jigsaw #Smile Face T Shirt #Royal Heart #Custom Design T Shirt #Custom Design Mug #Spider Mug #Alien Face Mug #Surfer #Dog Daisy #Corgi Dog #Joggers #Alien Face mug #Bumble Bee Jumper

[yes-i-exist-shutup]

top 5 bollywood movies

Whats a movie????? /j

3 idiots

Taare zameen pe

Yeh jawaani hai deewani

Bajirao mastani

Lage raho munna bhai

#I DONT WATCH MOVIES OFTEN I NAMES MY 3 FAVES + 2 I SOMEWHAT ??? HAVE MEMORY OF WATCHING #it would be a grave displeasure if you tried to kill me #LOVE 3 idiots and yeh jawaani hai deewani though <3 #perfection #Ask #punkboyjuul

[frostbite-yinny]

[a large package arrives, basically wrapped in duct tape all around. On the top next to the shipping label is a big Koffing-Sticker.

Inside are 3 Jars and a lage carton box. The first Jar has some kind of tea in it, made of flowers and herbs. It is labeled "Anti-Anxiety Potion". The second Jar also contains tea, it is made of chopped berries and some herbs, labeled "Slaking Juice". The third jar contains a brown Powder, it is labeled "Tix' Occa-Special". The Box contains a two muffins, one chocolate and one with rawst berries, as well as a Poffin for everyone in Yinnys family. There are a lot of Poffins.

Wedged between the Jars is also a paper bag with dried Chilli Flakes. At the Bottom of the Package is also a letter.

"Hello Hello ~ I was making a new batch of my Occa-Powder and i remembered that you liked it. I also thought that the jar i've sent you before is probably empty already, so i send you this! I'm not sure if i sent you the teas before though. If not, just send me a message and i'll give you instructions and shit.

Love, Tix

PS: I found that in the lab, i either forgot this one for the pride parade or it was left over. Anyways, it fits, so take it!"

…

You search through the package again for this mysterious something and find a small rectangular vial stuck between the packing peanuts. It has three layers of some kind of liquid in it, the top is magenta, the middle is yellow and the bottom is cyan. They apparently don't mix. At the bottom is a sticker that reads "not for human consumption" in very small print. There is a jute band attached so it can be worn around the neck]

I might have just imminently snatched the 'Tix' Occa special' and hid it in my room before anyone else could touch it but we aren't gonna discuss that <3 <3 <3 Thank you SO much for all of these! You already know I'm addicted to all your recipes and getting refreshments like these is always the highlight of my week ^^ It took me a little longer than I would like to admit to find the vial (thanks to my Liepard keep trying to snatch whatever was inside) and that is single-handedly one of the prettiest fucking things I have ever received. Thank you so SO much for giving me this <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Btw, I'm not taking it off, like, ever. This is so pretty. I'm gonna wear it to the day I die <3

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #irl pokemon #pokemon #real pokemon #pokémon irl #irl pkmn #pokemon in real life