#in a mirror: charis

[stsest]

Beauté

#beautiful #jolie #beautiful girl #beauty #beautiful girls #jolie fille #cute #belle #selfie girl #mirror selfie #selfie #grace charis

[skostoflight]

As a child, Sotiris was nearly pulled into the Thirteenth by an unstable voidgate. Though he was able to be pulled back to the Source, a part of his soul/aether was ripped from his being and was seemingly swallowed by the void. However, unbeknownst to Sotiris, Charis was born from his torn soul.

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Catboy(s)

#my wol #miqo'te wol #male miqo #idk what else to put heehoo #ffxiv gpose #realizing too late that I should've positioned Sotiris' pose to not mirror Charis' but alas

[yourgirlsfriday]

#( i tell the truth under i m a g i n a r y circumstances | revati suri chari powers ) #( people turned against one another cannot turn on those r e s p o n s i b l e | piotr #( don't be fooled by s m o k e && mirrors | tezcatlipoca | esteban soberano ) #( hear me; oh d e a t h whose empire is so confined | thanatos | theodore tounyx ) #( not what he s e e m s | aurelius base timeline ) #(one day my new muse page will be finished)

[someidiot-withadhd]

Y’know that one picture of Charlie slimecicle flexing in a mirror, and the random guy who looks a lot like Charlie who’s a lot buffer than Charlie?

I think Q!Slime would look like the second guy after purgatory

like, imagine q!slimecicle was as buff as Charie before purgatory, but he was in the wild for so long, how buff do you think he got???

#slimecicle #qsmp #qsmp slimecicle #q!slimecicle #qsmp headcannon #But then again #he’s also turning into a code #so I doubt any of that’ll matter #Cause it’s getting turned pitch black anyway #not a reblog

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

Drags myself out of the grave I dug myself into

I'm so fucking tired y'all. My project was almost 24 hours late. That being said, it's the best thing I've ever made and I stand by that. It's on YouTube, but no, I will not be telling you where.

Anyway, you aren't here to hear about my life. I have content for you. Behold and enjoy.

First, Previous, Next

After seeing the explosion at the Institute...Well, it's hard not to worry. Charlotte finds herself heading back in the direction of Ballister's hideout, making her way through the trees. However, she stops as she hears a dragging noise, taking a moment to listen. Slowly, she creeps toward the sound, almost afraid of what she's going to find. However, when she gets close enough, she finds that the only thing she has to fear is Ballister having a concussion.

"Do you want some help with that?" Nimona's head snaps around, and she drops Ballister's leg to drop into a defensive position. But as soon as she spots Charlotte, her body relaxes, and she grins.

"Oh, hey, Chari!" she says. Charlotte looks at Ballister for a moment, then back at Nimona as she raises an eyebrow. Nimona looks down at Ballister's body, which she'd previously been dragging across the ground by his ankle. She looks back at Charlotte and waves a dismissive hand. "He's fine. Just hit his head a little bit."

"And I doubt that bouncing his head off the sidewalk a few more times is going to do him any good. You're going to give him brain damage, Nim," Charlotte says, pushing through the brush to move closer to Nimona and the unconscious Ballister. Nimona blows a raspberry.

"He's not gonna get brain damage. Don't be so dramatic," she says. Charlotte tilts her head and gives Nimona an unimpressed look, then once again gestures to Ballister.

"May I?" Nimona sighs and rolls her eyes, then moves and hoists Ballister up by his shoulder. Charlotte takes his normal arm and pulls Ballister upright, slinging his arm around her shoulders and taking on most of his weight. Nimona takes his other side, mechanical arm mirroring the position of the one on Charlotte's shoulders. They start heading toward the tower again, in silence for not even a full minute.

"He's as much of a square as you said he'd be," Nimona says. Charlotte huffs out a chuckle.

"I didn't say he was a square, Nim. I said he wasn't a villain. And he's not," she says. Nimona makes a noise.

"Ugh, I know. It's the worst," she says. Charlotte hums, casting an amused look toward the shapeshifter.

"You're two for two, you know," she says. Nimona makes a face.

"Yeah, I know," she says.

"You're really bad at picking evil bosses."

"I noticed." Charlotte chuckles, looking ahead again.

"Well, you know what they say," she says. Nimona sighs, and Charlotte gives her a winning smile. "Third time's the charm." It's something of a miracle that Nimona doesn't drop Ballister and walk away.

1/?

Lovely tagged people:

@ammonitetheseaserpent @perfectkittystranger @madlad06 @xxlunadrawsstuffxx

#nimona #nimona oc #nimona movie #nimona 2023 #nimona film #original character #oc: charlotte swiftheart/corova #ballister boldheart #like #he's there he's just unconscious #nimona ballister #nimona nimona #nimona netflix

[stigmvtas]

TALES OF CAMARA — SOLEIL GODELIEVE.

welcome to marina, SOLEIL CAMARA ( demi woman, she/they ) ! they are a TWENTY SIX (TWENTY SIX) year old VAMPIRE / HUNTER who resides in PROSPECT HILL. They work as a CASHIER AT BUY N' GO'S and are said to look a lot like SOPHIE WILDE. People around the island find them to be WHIMSICAL and DROLL, but also CHARY and DELUSIVE. what do you think?

CONTENT WARNING FOR DEATH, BODY HORROR, AND VIOLENCE.

profile.

full name — soleil godelieve camara.

nickname(s) — sol, occasionally.

date of birth & age — may 4th, 1998. twenty6.

gender / pronouns — demi woman. she/they.

sexuality — bisexual.

typing — hunter. human vampire.

occupation — cashier at buy n' go's. vampire hunter ( ironically ). for now.

astrology — taurus sun, virgo moon, libra ascending.

interests — wood whittling. the midnight moon. walks alongside the river. red ceramics. stained glass. their own blood - soaked knees. reminders that they're still alive - in their own way. furbies. vintage stamps. haunted objects.

aversions — the hunt - feels like going against the grain, now. not that they were ever good enough. thunderstorms and lightning bolts. liars. recently - other hunters. their family. looking, talking, and walking like a vampire.

next in queue — wait by the river by lord huron; sea, swallow me by cocteau twins; changling by hexvessel .

notable features — hair chopped short - blunt ends from blunt scissors. sharp teeth they're quick to hide behind close - lipped smiles.

general disposition — wide - eyed and doe - like; constantly red - handed & burnt bright in shame.

last known location — running out of buy n' go after a customer dropped a jar of pickles and sliced their thumb against the broken glass. now her coworkers think she's scared of either pickles, broken glass, or the sight of blood. maybe all three.

scrying mirror & kindred — jane eyre ( jane eyre ), monica dutton ( yellowstone ), inej ghafa ( six of crows ), elisa esposito ( the shape of water ), fantine ( les misérables ).

brief history.

soleil grew up in a cabin far off into the woods; a small plot of land secluded from the sightline, with enough of a garden to supply what food they needed. her parents were hunters, survivalists - and isolationists. content in a world of their own, away from the community - and from the monsters that lurked among humans, wearing their skin.

it was a lonely childhood - homeschooled and surrounded by nothing but woods, the only time soleil got to leave their cabin was when her father headed into town for the few supplies they needed consistently replenished. as he walked store to store - soleil would wander the playground, or trail behind him as he spoke in hushed whispers to store owners. they never stayed for too long.

death / body horror; they hadn't always been so - far removed from the other citizens of marina. it was a tale often repeated to soleil - her mother's brother going on the hunt after a notorious vampire in the area, one their family had hunted for millennia but hadn't managed to stake; and his splayed - open body, innards unraveling from where they'd been pulled out. a warning - a threat.

soleil's identity as a hunter was... odd - fitting. her parents a mix of overprotective and ruthless - she had trained from the moment she could stand steadily on two feet; but she hadn't been allowed to join them on any hunts. instead left to sit inside their cabin, shutters drawn shut, crossbow by her side.

part of her always wanted to be normal - and part of her didn't know what that even really meant. her friends were mostly stuffed animals - ones she would reconfigure into different things. teddy bears with baby faces sewn over - furbies stitched into one, endless motorized monster. an old walkie talkie radio and the voice on the other side - and her favorite knife - all her companions.

the older soleil became - the more they would let her wander into town alone. always in the daylight - always in plain sight. no houses, no secluded corners. always keep her wits about her.

she accepted this life - because it was all she ever knew, and the older she got, the older they got - and the more they relied on her. when her father broke his hip, and her mother her mind - soleil took up a job at the grocery store to keep both a steady income and her mind off of the slow decay of her parents - and the life she knew.

but maybe soleil was too - inexperienced for life outside the cabin. too foolhardy. eventually she made friends with her coworkers - and one of her coworkers had invited her out one evening. soleil insisted on being home - but they wore her down; and after her parents had gone to bed, she set off towards the address her coworker had left for her.

violence; she'd never been to a party before, much less drank - and before she knew it, she'd been stumbling out of the house in a drunken haze. it was too much for her - the loud noise, the crowded rooms. her parents were right - it was all too much. and in her hurry to return home, she hadn't noticed the vampire trailing her - until they attacked. it was a blur - one she barely remembered; just the sensation of something sharp, searing - burning - spreading across her neck and over her body; almost calming in the way it hurt - like it was trying to lure her into an endless slumber - and her refusal to die. blood - both hers and theirs' - and a last second instinct to sink her own teeth into the vampire.

by the time she woke up - the vampire had disappeared, and her heart no longer beat.

facts & temperament.

soleil was bit maybe a week or two ago and it's been a constant panic since. she's never been much of an anxious person - had no reason to worry, but now it's all she ever does. constantly on edge - like someone's going to come up and stake her.

she doesn't talk about the moments after her reawakening - or the great thirst she felt, or the blood she spilt to quench it. it's shameful, still. everything her parents hated.

is currently hiding the fact that she's a vampire from her parents and just about anyone around her. the day of her turning was a blur - but under the panic and pressure, soleil managed to contact a witch out of desperation and use the rest of her meager paycheck to get some sort of - suppressor. charm, amulet - whatever. soleil doesn't really get witch shit - but it hides her vampiric aura from those who'd otherwise detect it. the sun is a whole other issue - so far she's only been going out at night.

outside of - the panic. soleil is a bit odd. unsocialized - her humor's often deadpan, or lackluster - she doesn't really understand jokes, or a lot of modern things. her parents were vehemently anti technology - the most she ever got was a record player and her walkie talkie. even had to do laundry by hand. still hates doing it.

friendly enough - she likes listening to people talk, and share their stories; everyone's life is just some part of a fairytale that she hasn't read yet. don't mistake that as - naivety, or blind trust, however. soleil learned quick that nobody is as they seem.

she enjoys dissecting people - sometimes silently, in her mind. sometimes outside her mind. things often sound like questions coming out of her - or observations. talks more to herself than to others - even when directly communicating to them.

probably wouldn't admit it because she's going through some identity crisis self - loathing, but feels a certain ease being able to wander the night. not getting tired - but hates feeding, and the trail of bodies she's left behind in her inability to control it.

a bit whimsical. a bit dreamy. loves looking at the stars, can name so many constellations. still is a big fan of furbies, and collects a lot of little trinkets to pass the time.

that's all i have for now she's very new so<3

#marina:intro #death tw #body horror tw #violence tw #ummm :) #she's new ill figure more out later. #˗ˏˋ intro ⟶ ❛ soleil camara ❜

[rhetoricandlogic]

A review of The Robber Bride by Margaret Atwood

March 30, 2004

In the end, we choose our point, arbitrarily: “A period, a dot of punctuation, a point of stasis.” Atwood reminds us that the story could easily end elsewhere, that endings are random, and that, for her protagonists (but not for Zenia), life moves forward and love, whether for a husband or for children, remains.

Reviewed by Magdalena Ball

In the opening to The Robber Bride, Margaret Atwood sets up the slightly ironic self-referential tone of the novel. Antonia Fremont – “Tony” – is exploring where the “story of Zenia” ought to begin…”someplace bruised, and very tangled. A European print, hand-tinted, ochre-coloured, with dusty sunlight and a lot of brushes in it – brushes with thick leaves and ancient twisted roots, behind which, out of sight in the undergrowth and hinted at by only a boot protruding, or a slack hand, something ordinary but horrifying is taking place.” Zenia is a cartoon character, impossibly beautiful: “like a photo, a high-fashion photo done with hot light so that all freckles and wrinkles are bleached out and only the basic features remain: in her case, the full red-purple mouth, disdainful and sad; the huge deep eyes, the finely arched eyebrows, the high cheekbones tinged with terracotta.” Zenia appears almost magically in the lives of three women, Tony, Roz, and Charis, and using some nasty confidence tricks, manages to infiltrate their lives, ruin their happiness, destroy their illusions, steal or extort money from them, and wreck their fragile homes.

So who is Zenia, and what happens in this extraordinary novel? The basic story is a simple one, where a beautiful women brings together three much plainer ones, and mirrors the Grimm’s fairy tale that the title alludes to. Zenia ties the three protagonists together through their mutual hatred and the desire for revenge she inspires in them. In the “present” which is as illusive in this, as in many other of Atwood’s novels, Tony, Roz, and Charis are meeting in the “Toxique” restaurant for lunch, a regular celebratory meal they have had since the Zenia’s death, 5 years earlier. All of them were invited to, and stood together rejoicing at Zenia’s funeral. At this particular lunch, Zenia, beautiful as ever, and clearly alive, walks in. Although they pretend not to see her, and she pretends not to see them, they are all aware of one another. From Tony, Roz and Charis’ initial airy kisses, they become allies in pain, hugging, shivering, questioning their world and wondering what kind of mission for destruction Zenia can be on. Internally, they all vow revenge, self-protection: “Zenia, you’re dead meat. You’re history.”

The obvious plot is about how these women work through their anger towards Zenia and what ‘happens’ to her, but this novel is really not about Zenia at all. She is a catalyst, and hardly real, with silicone breasts, a tiny Betty Boop styled waist, a nose job, and clouds of nondescript hair. She is a dream, a succubus. The real story is about Tony, Roz and Charis. The story begins and ends with Tony, and her attempts to reconstruct Zenia, which immediately sets the reader at a distance from Zenia. She is ‘out of the frame.’ It also creates another present tense – one which is further removed from the ‘now’ of the Toxique chapters. Each of the protagonists have their own chapters, and their own tragic backstories. In a combination of flashbacks which are so subtly handled that they are also placed in the present tense, and varying points of view, we begin to learn about these, empathising deeply with the tiny and lonely young Tony with her missing mother, the physically and then sexually abused Karen/Charis, or the overweight, overworked Roz. The tragedy for these women is not Zenia. All of them have serious vulnerabilities, split personalities of a sort, and have incurred psychic baggage well before meeting the men that Zenia takes from each of them. Zenia’s betrayal, however nasty, is small potatoes next to what they’ve already undergone. It is, in fact, almost too convenient that each of them encounters Zenia – that she seeks them out, and that they have already made a connection with one another prior to Zenia’s arrival. Zenia’s ‘real’ back story remains hidden. We only have her many ‘fabrications,’ delivered through each of the protagonists. She remains, as Tony clearly points out, invited in. The ugly sister – the shadow side, a summonsed harpy.

Atwood is a master of the narrative voice, and she handles the different points of view perfectly. Tony’s narrative is crisp, funny and rich, riddled with her gift of being able to convert words into their backwards images. Tony’s dyslexic capability renders the most mundane words, like “bridge club” into their mirror image, great warriors, secret codes. She’s strong, tough, able to look nasty battles, knife welding students, and death in the eye. Charis’ narrative is suitably airy. Full of auras, vitamins, roughage and karma. Roz’s is witty, strong, and loud. Their personalities come through clearly, and even their children (especially Roz’s larger than life twins) are more real than Zenia. The backstories give the novel breadth, expanding the setting from the ‘present tense’ of 1990-91 downtown Toronto, with the Gulf War, the increasing crime, the real estate developments, recession, famine in Africa, through the personal development of these women in their entire 40-50 year span. The writing is always tight, well paced, and often beautiful, taking us deep into the minds of the three protagonists.

There are a few minor things which don’t work so well. Zenia’s involvement in the war is a little suspect, as is her death, and the revelation about Larry, Roz’s son, seems forced. The writing itself is so stunning though, and Atwood’s development of the intricate strands of the story coupled with the deep psychic exploration of the protagonists works so well that it hardly matters. Atwood has complete control over the balance between perfect realism and the slight edge of mysticism that her work is known for.

Zenia may well have given each of these heroines a gift, dark and painful but also enabling. They become, through her, united, not only with one another, but with themselves. What does Zenia really take from these women? The men she uses turn out to be as false as her own history. As Tony tells us in a slightly different context, “all Zenia can get out of her is a handful of shards

”:Who was the enemy? What past wrong was she seeking to avenge? Where was her battlefield? Not in any one place. It was in the air all around, it was in the texture of the world itself; or it was nowhere visible, it was in among the neurons, the tiny incandescent fires of the brain that flash up and burn out. (563)

In the end, we choose our point, arbitrarily: “A period, a dot of punctuation, a point of stasis.” Atwood reminds us that the story could easily end elsewhere, that endings are random, and that, for her protagonists (but not for Zenia), life moves forward and love, whether for a husband or for children, remains. “Time is not solid, like wood, but fluid like water or the wind. It doesn’t come neatly cut into even sized lengths, into decades and centuries. Nevertheless, for our purposes we have to pretend that it does. The end of any history is a lie in which we all agree to conspire.”

#Margaret Atwood #The Robber Bride #mahreviews #long post

[abyssmalice]

// genshin spoilers + flower GOING MAD GOING FERAL AND INSANE just a little bit

k can we start off with how lowkey mocking this line is coming from kaeya of all people

gods? smiling down on you? descendant of the man who founded the abyss order aka self-proclaimed no. 1 god hater? extremely fucking funny at the very least, and definitely an inside joke if kaeya knows more/believes otherwise than he's admitted in this entire quest

ALSO SUMERU???? KHAENRIAH IS NEAR SUMERU??????? OMG I WAS RIGHT SUMERU AND KHAENRIAH ARE CONNECTED DJDBDJJJJJ AHHHH

+ that thing about why some were turned to hilichurls and others with immortality - it goes so well with one of my initial hcs, that some people did turn into monstrosities but others didn't. I AM SOOOOO ON POINT WITH MY HCS HAAAAAA EAT MY FUCKING HCS MIHOYO BC IM THE WRITER EVERY SINGLE TIME A LORE THING DROPS!!!!!!! jk

anyway i kinda figured out the whole thing was a leyline thing the second charibert was told not to take off his mask - and considering there was a broken mirror, makes too much sense dusdudgysdu - that whole cutscene after with both chari and clothie and the body swap thing..... oh god. oh god cinematic but also EATS THE LORE EATS THE LORE SO MUCH LORE?

LEYLINES CAN IMMERSE YOU SO MUCH THIS SHIT HAPPENS???? OH MY GOD WRITE THAT DOWN FLOWER WRITE THAT DOWN!!!!!! FOR THE TONIS!!!!!

so anyway what im taking away from this quest is that my leyline tonis are so much more op and everyone should be glad that they dont really, genuinely weaponize it (in the case of the tiny one, she doesnt want to learn enough to do it so lmao thank her laziness)

that and i think kaeya is only part khaenriahn rather than full-blooded khaenriahn? or at least that Seems to be the implication?? comparing dain's and kaeya's eyes now that theyre actually in the same room lmao, the latter's star pupil is oddly not that sharp or obvious - and if he's supposed to be a descendant of clothie, then intermarriage with non-khaenriahns can definitely happen down the line, unless the alberich succession rules really said to somehow find another pure-blooded khaenriahn that hasn't lost their mind after a historical event thats practically wiped them out.

but idk

—anyway! i continue to keep at least my favorite kaeya hc intact, which is his real name being Gaia bc seriously!!!!! you cannot have ancestors with those sort of names and then be a khaenriahn called Kaeya of all things. that's breaking trend!!!!! this man is definitely named Gaia in some aspect i am holding onto this hc so viciously

#ooc | (written and loved and forgotten); #(THE LORELORE LORE LORE LORELORJNJHHHDHDHDDHHD)

[yumenosakiacademy]

hiiiii i made an elevator hitch au 4 charisma house bc combining my interests is fun 💥💥 i thought long n hard abt the deaths n also came up w some puzzles [like things u do n items u get 2 help u 4 other floors] 4 most of the floors, but not all the floors hav puzzle ideas/items. rip.

protag: torahime / coworker: nakagami / normal guy: fumiya

Floor 1: living room. u start here. u can't go back. inaccessible after u become stuck.

Floor 2: sarus room. There's a paper w directions on it "by rikai" tht u must take 2 rikais room. end "NO"- if u do as the paper says, ur immediately blown up or smth.

Floor 3: terras room. end "MIRROR MIRROR"- if u spend 2 long looking at terras mirrors, they become hostile bc ur not terra n [if near small mirrors] slice ur neck w mirror shards [if near full-body mirror or vanity] slices u in half.

Floor 4: ioris room. during ur time here, if u make noise, ioris voice will call out asking who's there n if there's anything he can do 4 u. this room acts much like the childhood room. end "SERVICE"- ioris silhouette appears in the doorframe n u hear his creepy laughter b4 the game over. if near the wall w the collars: end "OBEDIENCE"- 1 of the leashes/chains, attached 2 smth outside the other door, wraps around ur lower arm n drags u on2 the bed b4 the door shuts. the chain is revealed 2 have been attached 2 iori, as his shadow looms over u, on the bed, out of frame/behind camera. congrats! u hav a dog! Stay Forever.

Floor 5: rikais room. w the paper brought from sarus room, complete it as is written in order 2 get a headpat from smth invisible n an item. end "ORDER"- if u move things out of place or knock anything over, a shrill whistle blows so loudly tht ur eardrums burst beyond repair n ur ears gush blood, making u black out. end “INCORRECT”- if u complete the paper’s instructions wrong, the paper rips in 2 n slices u in half as well [mirroring the “REJECTED” ending from the og game]

Floor 6: amahikos room. end "ECSTACY"- if u look 2 closely at amahikos r18 closet, it pulls u in w the bondage ropes n shuts the door as it ties u up. b4 the game over, u feel Smth in the dark molesting u.

Floor 7: ohses room. needs 2 b lit up 1st via the lighter from floor 8. notably the hardest floor, w 3 endings, due 2 ohse’s guarded nature n his cluttered room. get the lizard from here 2 scare terras mirrors n make them crack out of fear, thus giving u [item]. end "'SUICIDE'"- if u poke around them or spend 2 long in the room, the/a noose drops down n hooks around ur throat, yanking u up 2 the ceiling n suffocating u via hanging. end “SLIT”- if u touch the painting of all the charismas in his room (or possibly ruin Any of the paintings/crafts), ur throat gets slit [akin 2 how ohse threatens 2 slit open his neck in canon] n ur blood sprays out on2 some nearby canvases like paint. end “TRASH”- if u step in2 the room w/o lighting it up 1st, ohse’s control over the room isnt weakened yet [by the light/a known visitor] n ur crumpled like a wadded piece of trash, ur bones cracking n ur body breaking.

Floor 8: attic or the prev unused room tht Became tora's room. doppelgangers of a snapped tora visibly annoyed w his sensei n a depressed naka rambling abt not being able 2 see charisma n being trapped there. obtain lighter from the other tora 2 light up ohses room. end "STRANGER DANGER"- exactly as it is in the og game.

Floor 9: fumiya’s room, but the walls r the endless sky of the og floor 9. he interviews tora abt being a charismatic as thts an option 4 tora, bc naka doesn't care abt him. end "CHARISMA"- plays out like the og game. ur Trapped now. end "IMMORAL"- ur not fit! fumiya kills u w his break 4 the audacity of fucking around in his house n finding out.

Misc endings: end "OVERHEARD"- if u bicker w nakagami or he starts raving abt charisma, the house hears naka n gores u both. end "HELP"- trying 2 call 4 help calls upon the charisma of Asia, who promises 2 help but soon snaps ur necks or smth 4 disturbing the charismatics. [this is a mirror of the "HELP" ending in-game. i only chose him bc i needed some1 2 b manuel] end "NO SMOKING"- there's no "no smoking" sign like in the original game, but if u hav the lighter n fight off naka when he asks if he can hav a smoke instead of firmly deny him, the end w the same name from the og game commences n u both burn alive from the lighter and/or lit cig dropping

#fck it ill tag this <3 i spent way 2 long typing this up the other day n revising it 2day 4 no1 2 see it <3 #play/watch elevator hitch its a cool underrated game. mind warnings tho its a game abt death death n more death @ every turn. #charisma house #aliceorguilty.txt

[writingstoriesforgaygirls]

more than just teammates

BRRRRRRR!!! Tina’s palms slammed the ground in unison with the buzzer. 89-87. Their fifth loss in a row. Team captain, Tina shuddered at the thought of facing the onslaught of reporters in the next few minutes. With each loss, their doubts grew more and more audible. Is Tina Bardsley the player to lead the Toronto Huskies in their inaugural season? Quiet leader or willing doormat: questions loom about Bardsley’s ability to become the face of a franchise. 

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Kemi showered slowly, the way she did after every loss. Allowing the sweat of four quarters of play to wash down the drain, she turned her face to the showerhead, letting the flow begin at her forehead. When she deemed her body sufficiently damp, she squeezed her vanilla rose body wash into her cupped palm, rubbed both hands together, and slicked up her body from head to toe. She then picked up her loofah, allowed it to grow as damp as she in the stream, and retraced the path made by her supple palms with the pink loofah.

The ease with which she washed herself did not betray the furor in her mind. Each misplaced pass and in-and-out three from the earlier match replayed in her head. She was taking the time to turn over each error she made, each moment in which she contributed to the team’s downfall. Turning each play over in her mind, she found flaw in nearly all of her movements. She was taking the time to chastise herself, making a torture chamber of the team shower. 

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When she had finally made it through the last of the questions from the persistent reporters, Tina made her way back to the locker. Putting one foot in front of the other, she couldn’t decide if she wanted to give in to the pressure and failure she felt weighing her down and move at a snail's pace. She also wanted to be home as soon as possible. 

The locker room was empty when she entered, just as she preferred. As much as she loved her teammates, even the sound of Deja chewing her gum or Charis combing through her hair would set her off at a time like this. In a mood as sour as this one. 

Tina changed out of her uniform and grabbed her shower bag. Walking through the corridor that connected the lockers with the bathrooms, she began to hear a soft hum. The hum grew louder as she approached, and at the threshold of the shower bay could finally identify it as Adele’s Chasing Pavements. Tina was not alone, but judging by the song choice, her shower companion was the one teammate whose presence would not pose an annoyance to her after such a deflating loss. She hopped in the shower and went through the motions quickly, finishing just after her teammate. Tina found her suspicions confirmed as she stepped out of the shower wrapping her burgundy team towel around her chest. It was Kemi.

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Kemi locked eyes with Tina as soon as the latter stepped out of the shower. She gave her a soft smile, which the captain returned, and turned back to the mirror to continue her post-shower skincare routine. Kemi continued through the steps of her routine, applying her serums as needed.

“You know you could probably open a Sephora of your own with all those products,” her captain said, laughing softly. 

It usually annoyed Kemi when people poked fun at her routines, but she knew her captain was only joking. 

“You could use a few creams of your own, Cap; I see some wrinkles peeking through,” Kemi ribbed back. Tina’s laugh was much less reserved this time. She tossed her head back freely, leaving Kemi wondering if she was really that funny. Pulling herself back together, Tina turned to face her.

“Where are they? Point ‘em out.” 

“There and there,” she pointed vaguely. Before she could drop her wrist, however, Tina grabbed it and lifted Kemi’s hand to her face.

“Here?” Tina asked, leading Kemi’s pointer finger to a soft dip in her forehead. Kemi hadn’t noticed how close Tina had gotten. She gulped.

Seeming to at once take notice of the lack of space between them, Tina drew back to where she had originally set down her shower bag.

“Sorry,” she mumbled to Kemi, her face reddening.

“What for?”

“Well I was all up in your space.”

“How else am I gonna do your skincare?” Kemi asked.

Noticing that the tension did not dissipate from Tina’s body, Kemi took a leap of faith–literally. She took a few steps toward her captain, turned her back to the mirror, and hopped up onto the counter. Like a moth to a flame, Tina positioned herself in between Kemi’s legs.

Quietly, the two of them stood in a peaceful lull as Kemi opened and closed various jars and bottles and dragged wet fingers across Tina’s rugged face. Without realizing it, Tina allowed her hands to fall to Kemi’s waist, using her gentle but firm hands to keep her safe up on the counter.

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As Kemi worked her fingers over Tina’s face, Tina lost herself—in the dark brown eyes before her and in her own thoughts. Why had she never been bothered by Kemi’s laughter, even in the foulest of moods. Why did she feel so strong an urge to get back any player who brought her down, taking more fouls for Kemi’s sake than for her own? Why did she find herself always gravitating towards her, always seeking more of her touch? She had been so wrapped up in the responsibilities of being the captain of a new WNBA franchise in its first season, the first franchise outside the United States, that she found herself less than attune to what her body and mind seemed to know so clearly.

A loud slam pulled Tina from her thoughts. Pulled the two of them from the haze they were in. An elderly custodian pushing a bucket and its mop turned the corner into the shower bay.

“The facilities will be closing soon. We gotta keep the place spick and span for you guys,” he grinned. If he felt any awkwardness at intruding upon such an intimate scene, he did not let it on. The janitor left the room, and Tina helped Kemi down from the sink. 

The moment was gone. They finished cleaning themselves up in silence. Walking back into the locker room to put on her Huskies hoodie and sweatpants, Tina remembered the earlier loss and how close they had come to snapping the streak. 

“See you, tomorrow,” Tina yelled behind her as she left the locker room. Only Kemi remained, slowly slinging her bag over her shoulder. Taking her time to tie the laces on her right shoe, then her left. Slowly turning over every mistake she’d made.

#wlw #lesbian basketball #masc lesbian #basketball fic #sports fic

[yug-technology]

Exploring Bhuj: A Tour to Interesting Places and Hotel Suites in Dwarka

Bhuj, a city in the western state of Gujarat, India, is a treasure trove of cultural heritage and natural wonders. As you embark on a journey to explore this vibrant city, make sure to delve into its fascinating attractions and also discover the comfort and luxury of hotel suites, rooms, and accommodations in Dwarka.

Bhuj's Cultural Tapestry

Start your exploration with the heart of Bhuj, the Prag Mahal. This magnificent palace is a testament to the fusion of Italian Gothic style and Indo-Saracenic architecture. The intricate carvings, grand halls, and stunning vistas make it a must-visit landmark. Adjacent to Prag Mahal is the Aina Mahal, or the "Hall of Mirrors," where you can marvel at the exquisite mirror work that adorns the walls, ceilings, and even the floors.

For a deeper dive into Bhuj's rich history, head to the Kutch Museum. It houses a diverse collection of artifacts, showcasing the region's cultural and artistic heritage. From ancient manuscripts to tribal handicrafts, the museum offers a comprehensive overview of Kutch's history.

Natural Wonders of Bhuj

Bhuj is not just about its cultural heritage; it also boasts natural wonders that will leave you spellbound. The White Desert, also known as the Rann of Kutch, is a vast expanse of salt marshes that transforms into a mesmerizing landscape during the Rann Utsav. The annual festival celebrates the unique culture of Kutch with traditional music, dance, and handicrafts.

For bird enthusiasts, the Chari-Dhand Wetland Conservation Reserve is a haven of biodiversity. The seasonal wetlands attract a myriad of bird species, making it a perfect spot for bird watching. Take a leisurely stroll around the reserve, and you might spot flamingos, pelicans, and various other migratory birds.

Hotel Suites and Accommodations in Dwarka

After a day of exploration in Bhuj, unwind in the comfort of hotel suites and accommodations in Dwarka, located just a few hours away. Dwarka, situated on the banks of the Gomti River, is not only a sacred pilgrimage site but also offers a range of luxurious and comfortable stays.

1. Dwarkadhish Lords Eco Inn: Nestled in the heart of Dwarka, this hotel offers spacious suites with modern amenities. The warm hospitality and panoramic views of the city make it a popular choice for travelers. The hotel's central location allows easy access to Dwarka's main attractions.

2. The Dwarika Hotel: For a blend of luxury and cultural immersion, The Dwarika Hotel is an ideal choice. With elegantly designed rooms and a rooftop restaurant overlooking the Dwarkadhish Temple, it provides a tranquil retreat after a day of sightseeing.

3. Goverdhan Greens Resort: If you prefer a resort setting, Goverdhan Greens is surrounded by lush greenery and offers well-appointed rooms and suites. The serene ambiance and modern facilities ensure a relaxing stay.

Conclusion

Exploring Bhuj is like embarking on a journey through time and nature, and complementing this experience with a comfortable stay in Dwarka enhances the overall travel experience. Whether you're captivated by the cultural tapestry of Bhuj or the natural wonders that surround it, the city and its nearby accommodations offer a perfect blend of history, spirituality, and modern luxury. So, pack your bags, get ready to explore, and rest assured that Bhuj and Dwarka will leave you with memories to cherish.

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Hanuman Chalisa English | Hanuman Chalisa Lyrics in English

Hanuman Chalisa English | Hanuman Chalisa Lyrics in English English translation of the Hanuman Chalisa, a devotional hymn dedicated to Lord Hanuman: Shri Guru Charan Saroj Raj, Nij Manu Mukur Sudhari | Barnau Raghubar Bimal Jasu, Jo Dayaku Phal Chari || With the dust of Guru’s Lotus feet, I clean the mirror of my mind and then narrate the sacred glory of Sri Ram Chandra, the Supreme among the…

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I want to share with you the story of a digital artwork that I recently created. As a passionate artist, I always find inspiration in various forms, and this particular piece was no exception. It all started when I stumbled upon some of my old fanart of Kaori Miyazono, a character that had captivated my heart with her ethereal beauty and grace. As I revisited my old artwork, memories of the emotions and connections I had formed with Kaori's character flooded back, reminding me of the power that art holds in capturing the essence of a person. Intrigued by this realisation, I decided to embark on a new artistic journey to create a digital masterpiece that would not only pay homage to Kaori but also serve as a testament to the impact she had on my life. 

However, this time I wanted to create something special for my dear friend, Lovemarie. She, like Kaori, possessed a stunning beauty that was impossible to ignore, with flowing blonde hair that seemed to radiate a unique charm. As I began my artistic process, I knew that capturing Lovemarie's essence would require a different approach than with Kaori. Her beauty was not just in her physical features, but also in her vibrant personality and infectious laughter. I wanted to create a digital masterpiece that would not only showcase her external beauty but also capture the joy and warmth she brought into my life. I was determined to capture her essence on canvas, mirroring the exquisite features that made her so enchanting.

Taking inspiration from my fanart, I embarked on the creation of this artwork, with Lovemarie as my muse. To portray her natural allure and vulnerability, I decided to depict her in a state of nudeness, just as I had done in previous pieces that I had crafted of her. The vulnerability conveyed through her bare form would emphasise the raw emotions and authenticity she exuded. I aimed to capture the essence of her inner strength and confidence, which radiated from within and complemented her external beauty.  However, it was crucial to maintain grace and tastefulness in the composition, ensuring that Lovemarie's beauty would be celebrated admirably.

Thus, in this digital artwork, Lovemarie takes centre stage, completely nude, but only half of her body is shown. The composition strategically cropped the image, focusing on her face and upper body, allowing the viewer to appreciate her striking features and the intensity of her gaze. This artistic choice added an element of mystery and intrigue, leaving the rest to the imagination and further emphasising Lovemarie's allure. With delicate precision, she gently embraces a bouquet of flowers close to her, tenderly covering her left breast. Yet, the artwork allows her right breast to be revealed, highlighting her feminine form and expressing a sense of vulnerability and intimacy. 

In the background, I surrounded her with an abundance of flowery bushes, symbolising her girly nature, the blossoming of her personality, and the beauty that flourishes around her at all times. The vibrant colours of the flowers mirror Lovemarie's radiant spirit, while the lushness of the bushes adds depth and dimension to the composition. This captivating scene not only captures Lovemarie's physical beauty but also evokes a feeling of serenity and enchantment, making it impossible to look away. The vibrant ccoloursand intricate details of the flowers serve as a visual representation of Lovemarie's inner beauty and charm, radiating from within her.

Creating this artwork was a labour of love, as I wanted to capture Lovemarie's spirit and essence, honouring the friendship we share. Every stroke and every shade applied were a testament to the emotional bond we have and the admiration I hold for her. The process of bringing this artwork to life required meticulous attention to detail, as I aimed to convey not only Lovemarie's physical beauty but also her captivating personality. Each petal and leaf was carefully crafted to reflect her grace and charisma, resulting in a piece that truly embodies her essence. This artwork stands as a testament to the deep connection we have and serves as a constant reminder of the love and admiration I have for Lovemarie.

Ultimately, this digital artwork not only showcases Lovemarie's physical beauty but also serves as a heartfelt tribute to the depth of our friendship and the incredible person she is. It captures a moment frozen in time, expressing a profound connection between artist and subject and inviting viewers to appreciate the beauty that lies within each of us as individuals. The artwork's vibrant colours and intricate details reflect Lovemarie's vibrant personality and the complexities of her character. It is a testament to the power of art to capture not just physical beauty, but also the essence of a person's soul, making it a truly special piece that will forever hold a place in my heart.

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[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

I forgot to mention that in the Knight Charlotte AU, Charlotte is the one who loses an arm during the knighting ceremony, but not for the same reason. Don't know if this makes it more appealing to anyone, but hey, somebody lost an arm still.

Anyway, I'm dreading finals next week and I just want to lay down and cry a little bit, but instead I'm going to lay here and write a shapeshifter, a wanted man, and a rebel leader have a little dance party and have fun together.

Enjoy.

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It was the most fun she'd had in a long time, if she's being completely honest. She'd found herself wearing a pair of sunglasses that Nimona had almost definitely stolen at some point, having a dance party with a wanted "villain" and a big pink shark. She'd danced with said pink shark, who had at one point sent her stumbling across the room until Ballister had caught her. And she'd danced with her friend, grabbing his hands and giggling as they wiggled and twirled. It had reminded her of their time at the Institute. Nimona was a new and welcome addition, of course, but dancing with Ballister reminded her of when they were kids. Of how when she and Ambrosius could pry Ballister from his studies, they would take time to turn on music and dance for a little while. On rare occasions, she'd even been able to convince one of them to sing with her. It was nice. For a little while, she forgot what they were celebrating and just had fun. She didn't think about the past month, or the past few days. The problems that have popped up melted away. And now, she finds herself holding a camera. Ballister had taken a few himself, with him and Nimona, and she had quickly offered to take some as well.

"You look like you're squishing him!" Charlotte laughs, even as she snaps a picture of bear Nimona squeezing Ballister. Nimona shifts back into herself and bounds over, reaching for the picture as it pops out. She grins at it, then tosses it on the table with the rest.

"You haven't been in any with us, Chari!" she says, grabbing onto Charlotte's arm. Charlotte laughs.

"I didn't know you wanted me in any," she says.

"Well, duh!" Nimona says, now dragging Charlotte over to Ballister. He takes the camera from her and holds it up, and Charlotte takes the opportunity to grab Nimona and squeeze her. The camera flashes, and the picture pops out. The next thing Charlotte knows, there's a flash of light, and Nimona is no longer in her arms. Or, she is, but as a cat. Said cat Nimona scurries up onto Charlotte's shoulders, and Charlotte laughs. Another camera flash. A few more pictures are taken before Nimona jumps up and turns toward them. "You know what else this party needs?"

"What?" Ballister asks, a fond look on his face. Nimona gives him a wide grin.

"Pizza!" She immediately turns and bounds toward the door. "Be right back!" As she throws the door open, wings sprout from her back.

"Be careful!" Charlotte calls after her. Ballister sighs contently and sets the camera down, sitting down on the sofa. She smiles and sits next to him, leaning back and closing her eyes. The sofa creaks slightly, and she can hear Ballister shifting next to her. When she opens one eye to peek at him, there's a somewhat conflicted expression on his face. "Bal?" He looks over at her.

"Can I ask you something?" She opens her other eye and shifts to face him properly.

"Go ahead," she says. He shifts too, mirroring her from not even a foot away.

"Were you ever scared of her?" She hums, but she doesn't really need to think about it.

"No. But I never really understood that part of what we were taught as kids. The whole monster thing, I mean. I just never understood how we could look at something and call it a monster just because we didn't understand it." She shrugs one shoulder. "Can't really blame the rest of the kingdom, though. Fearing monsters has been ingrained into us from the moment we learn what fear is for generations. I guess it just never took for me." He looks at her for a moment, a contemplative look on his face.

"Why did you want to be a knight then?"

"Because of you." His eyes widen, and he sits up a bit. She smiles. "What, did I never tell you that?"

"You're serious?" She shrugs.

"It's obviously a little more complicated than that, but yeah. I always wanted to help people, and seeing you get taken in by the Institute to be a knight inspired me. I wanted to be like you. Don't you remember how much I idolized you when we met?" He relaxes again, and there's something fond in his eyes.

"I just remember you being the first one to be nice to me. And then you told me that you were like me, and I didn't feel so alone." She smiles softly, and he smiles back. After a few moments, she turns her head to look back toward the door, which the wind seems to have blown closed.

"Knowing Nimona has really solidified why I questioned the monster stories. Even all the way back to Gloreth and her monster. Can't help but wonder if everything we've ever judged as monsters was just something we didn't understand," she says, before looking back at him. "I think I'll determine if something is a monster based on who it is, not what."

After some undetermined amount of time filled with quiet chatter, there's a knock on the door. She and Ballister make confused eye contact, then Ballister slowly rises and makes his way toward the door. Charlotte watches from the couch, ready to spring up and fight if there's trouble. And when Ballsiter opens the door, her body does, in fact, spring. Backwards. Because the Director is standing outside the door with a pizza in her hands. Wait, pizza? Charlotte peeks over the couch again, and the "Director" laughs before transforming back into Nimona, who takes a slice of pizza from the box and pops it into her mouth. Ballister sits up from where he fell back on the ground, looking at her with an unamused look. And suddenly, Charlotte's laughing too.

After making sure that her sword is back on her hip, she makes her way over to the sofa, leaning on the back of it to watch the TV over Ballister's shoulder.

"Zombies are immortal, eternal beings. There's no way to kill them."

"But what if they come for us?" Dramatic zombie noises come pouring out, and Charlotte watches Ballister pick up his drink from the corner of her eye.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I actually feel bad for the zombies," he says, lowering the bottle from his mouth. Charlotte chuckles a bit, but they're both met with a soft snoring. They turn to look at Nimona, who is contently sprawled out on the other half of the sofa, fast asleep. Charlotte tilts her head and smiles fondly. She hasn't seen Nimona this content before. Even at the sanctuary, her guard always seemed to be up. However, the peace shatters as she turns onto her side, shifting into a wolf and barking fearfully. After a few moments, she turns over again, shifting into a cat and making more scared noises. Charlotte straightens, and Ballister carefully reaches a hand toward her.

"Stop. Don't," Nimona whimpers in her sleep.

"Hey," Ballister calls gently. Nimona shifts back into herself as she wakes up, curling away from Ballister's hand. "Hey. It's okay. You're safe. We're home." Nimona visibly relaxes as Ballister soothes her, closing her eyes again and smiling a little.

"Home?" she asks, before yawning and stretching her arms up. She turns over onto her side, and Charlotte adjusts so that Ballister can take the blanket from the back of the sofa and drape it over Nimona. "I like it here." Nimona grabs the edge of the blanket and snuggles further under it. "Let's live here forever." Charlotte smiles softly, reaching out and affectionately brushing some of Nimona's hair off her forehead. After a moment of looking at her, Charlotte looks back at Ballister.

"Look after her, alright? I'll be back tomorrow," she says. He looks up at her.

"Where are you going?" he asks. She sighs.

"I'm still the leader of the KB and the sanctuary. I have to make sure everyone is okay. It's a longer walk to the new place." He hums, then rests his hand on one of hers.

"Be safe. We'll see you tomorrow." She smiles, then leans over the couch to press a kiss to his temple.

"See you tomorrow." As she stands up, she casts one final look at Nimona and smiles gently, then turns and heads toward the door.

She has no idea. None of them do.

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Hanuman Chalisa (Lyrics & English Translation)

1. Shri Guru Charan Saroj Raj, Nij Man Mukur Sudhari

   | Barnau Raghubar Bimal Jasu, Jo Dayaku Phal Chari ||

   With the dust of Guru's Lotus feet, I clean the mirror of my mind and then narrate the sacred glory of Sri Ram Chandra, The Supreme among the Raghu dynasty. The giver of the four attainments of life.

2. Budhi heen Tanu Janike, Sumirow, Pavan Kumar

   | Bal Buddhi Vidya Dehu Mohi, Harahu Kalesh Bikaar ||

   Knowing myself to be ignorant, I urge you, O Hanuman, The son of Pavan! O Lord! Kindly Bestow on me Strength, Wisdom, and Knowledge, removing all my miseries and blemishes.

3. Jai Hanuman Gyan Guna Sagar

   | Jai Kapeesh Tihu Lok Ujagar ||

   Victory to thee, O Hanuman! Ocean of Wisdom and Virtue, Victory to the Lord of Monkeys who is well known in all the three worlds.

4. Ramdoot Atulit Bal Dhama

   | Anjani Putra Pavan Sut Nama ||

   You are the Divine Messenger of Sri Ram. You are the abode of incomparable strength. You are the destroyer of demons and protector of devotees. You are known as the son of Mother Anjani and the wind-god.

5. Mahavir Vikram Bajrangi

   | Kumati Nivar Sumati Ke Sangi ||

   You are extremely brave and possess unlimited valor. You are the one who eliminates negative thoughts and is always accompanied by pure consciousness.

6. Kanchan Baran Biraaj Subesa

   | Kanan Kundal Kunchit Kesha ||

   Your complexion is golden, and you are adorned with exquisite garments. You wear earrings and have beautiful curly hair.

7. Haath Bajra Au Dhvaja Biraje

   | Kaandhe Moonj Janehu Saaje ||

   You hold a thunderbolt (vajra) in your hand and a flag (dhvaja) in your mast. You are adorned with a sacred thread (janehu) across your shoulder.

8. Sankar Suvan Kesari Nandan

   | Tej Pratap Maha Jag Vandan ||

   You are the son of Kesari and the beloved devotee of Lord Shiva. Your radiant power is revered by the entire world.

9. Vidyavaan Guni Ati Chatur

   | Ram Kaaj Karibe Ko Aatur ||

   You are full of knowledge, virtuous, highly intelligent, and exceedingly clever. You are always eager to fulfill Lord Ram's work.

10. Prabhu Charitra Sunibe Ko Rasiya

    | Ram Lakhan Sita Man Basiya ||

    You delight in listening to the divine deeds of Lord Ram. You reside in the hearts of Ram, Lakshman, and Sita.

11. Sukshma Roop Dhari Siyahin Dikhava

    | Bikat Roop Dhari Lank Jarava ||

    Assuming a tiny form, you appeared before Sita in the Ashok Vatika. And assuming a gigantic form, you burnt the city of Lanka.

12. Bhima Roop Dhari Asur Sanhare

    | Ramchandra Ke Kaaj Samvare ||

    Taking a fearsome form, you destroyed the demons. You fulfilled the tasks assigned by Lord Ram.

13. Laaye Sanjivan Lakhan Jiyaye

    | Shri Raghuvir Harashi Ur Laye ||

    You brought the Sanjivani herb and revived Lakshman. Shri Raghuvir (Lord Ram) was filled with joy and embraced you.

14. Raghupati Kinhi Bahut Badai

    | Tum Mama Priya Bharat Sam Bhai ||

    Lord Ram praised you greatly and said, "You are as dear to me as my own brother Bharat."

15. Sahas Badan Tumharo Jas Gaave

    | Asa Kahi Shripati Kanth Laagave ||

    The thousand-headed serpent, Sheshnag, sings your glories. Lord Shri Ram placed his hand on your shoulder, expressing his affection.

16. Sankadhik Brahmadi Muneesa

    | Narad Sarad Sahit Aheesa ||

    Even the gods like Brahma, saints, and sages, including Narada and Saraswati, praise your greatness.

17. Jam Kuber Digpal Jahan Te

    | Kavi Kovid Kahi Sake Kahan Te ||

    Yama, the god of death, Kubera, the god of wealth, and the guardians of the directions cannot describe your prowess and wisdom adequately.

18. Tum Upkar Sugreevahin Keenha

    | Ram Milai Rajpad Deenha ||

    You bestowed great kindness upon Sugriva, enabling him to meet Lord Ram and become the king.

19. Tumharo Mantra Vibheeshan Maana

    | Lankeshwar Bhaye Sab Jag Jaana ||

    Vibhishana, the king of Lanka, accepted your counsel, and as a result, the whole world knows him as the ruler of Lanka.

20. Jug Sahastra Jojan Par Bhanu

    | Leelyo Taahi Madhur Phal Janu ||

    The distance of thousands of yojanas is as easy for you as consuming a sweet fruit.

21. Prabhu Mudrika Meli Mukha Mahee

    | Jaladhi Langhi Gaye Achraj Nahee ||

    You carried Lord Ram's signet ring in your mouth and leaped across the ocean without any difficulty.

22. Durgam Kaaj Jagat Ke Jete

    | Sugam Anugraha Tumhre Tete ||

    All the difficult tasks in the world become easy by your grace.

23. Ram Duware Tum Rakhavare

    | Hot Na Aagya Bin Paisare ||

    You are the gatekeeper of Lord Ram's divine abode. No one can enter without your permission.

24. Sab Sukh Lahen Tumhari Sarna

    | Tum Rakshak Kaahu Ko Darna ||

    Taking refuge in you, one attains all happiness. With your protection, no one needs to fear.

25. Aapan Tej Samharo Aapai

    | Teenon Lok

 Haank Te Kaapai ||

    You can diminish your own radiance, and you are capable of assuming immense forms that can fill the three worlds.

26. Bhoot Pisaach Nikat Nahi Aavai

    | Mahabir Jab Naam Sunavai ||

    No ghosts or demons can approach those who chant the name of Mahavir (Hanuman) with devotion.

27. Nase Rog Hare Sab Peera

    | Japat Niranter Hanumat Beera ||

    All diseases and suffering are eradicated by constantly reciting the name of Hanuman, the mighty warrior.

28. Sankat Te Hanuman Chhudavai

    | Man Kram Vachan Dhyan Jo Lave ||

    Hanuman liberates those in distress who remember him in their hearts, actions, speech, and meditation.

29. Sab Par Ram Tapasvee Raja

    | Tin Ke Kaaj Sakal Tum Saaja ||

    Lord Ram is the supreme ascetic and king of all. You carry out all his tasks and responsibilities.

30. Aur Manorath Jo Koi Lave

    | Soi Amit Jivan Phal Pave ||

    Whoever comes to you with any desire or wish, attains the eternal fruits of life.

31. Charon Yug Partap Tumhara

    | Hai Parsiddha Jagat Ujiyara ||

    Your glory is renowned throughout the four ages (Yugas), and your radiance illuminates the entire world.

32. Sadhu Sant Ke Tum Rakhware

    | Asur Nikandan Ram Dulare ||

    You are the protector of sages and saints, and you annihilate the demons. You are the beloved of Lord Ram.

33. Ashta Siddhi Nau Nidhi Ke Data

    | Asa Bar Din Janki Mata ||

    You bestow the eight supernatural powers and the nine treasures. Mother Sita desires that you fulfill her wishes.

34. Ram Rasayan Tumhare Pasa

    | Sada Raho Raghupati Ke Dasa ||

    You possess the elixir of devotion to Lord Ram. You always remain as the servant of Lord Raghupati (Ram).

35. Tumhare Bhajan Ram Ko Paave

    | Janam Janam Ke Dukh Bisraave ||

    Through your worship, one attains Lord Ram and all the sorrows of countless lifetimes are forgotten.

36. Antha Kaal Raghuvir Pur Jaai

    | Jahan Janma Hari Bhakta Kahai ||

    At the end of life, one departs to the divine abode of Lord Ram, where devotees are honored.

37. Aur Devata Chitta Na Dharaee

    | Hanumat Sei Sarva Sukh Karaee ||

    Devotion to you alone is held in my heart, and by the grace of Hanuman, all happiness is bestowed.

38. Sankat Kate Mite Sab Peera

    | Jo Sumire Hanumat Balbeera ||

    All distress is eliminated, and all pains are removed for those who remember Hanuman, the mighty warrior.

39. Jai Jai Jai Hanuman Gosai

    | Kripa Karahu Gurudev Ki Naai ||

    Victory, victory, victory to Lord Hanuman! Bestow your grace upon me, O Gurudev (Divine Teacher).

40. Jo Sat Baar Paath Kar Koi

    | Chhutahi Bandi Maha Sukh Hoi ||

    Whoever recites this Hanuman Chalisa one hundred times is liberated from bondage and attains great happiness.

[ozma914]

A Hairy Situation Added Color to Our Lives

My youngest daughter wanted to color her hair. Brown. Remember brown, it becomes important later. My oldest daughter volunteered to do the coloring. She’s good at that kind of thing. (At least she was then--this all happened years ago.) I couldn’t identify where that feeling of impending doom came from, so I kept my mouth shut.

Big mistake.  

We picked up a box of coloring from a big honkin’ market, which I’ll call BHM (for Big Honkin’ Market). It had a beautiful woman on the front. (The coloring box, not the BHM.) Things were looking up.

That's Charis on the left and Jill on the right, at about the same time. No, I'm not pulling them apart--they really did get along, usually.

It didn’t start out badly. Nothing was thrown, no pinching, I didn’t have to guard the knife drawer. Charis did her job to perfection, her timing impeccable, and soon she freed her sister’s hair from the confines of plastic and foil –

And the room lit up, as if a natural gas explosion had engulfed the kitchen. Believe me, I know what those look like.

 I know a little about propane explosions, too.

Remember, they were using brown coloring. The problem was, Jillian’s hair was now orange. Bright orange. Florescent orange. State highway worker vest orange. People from two blocks away called 911 to say my house was on fire. People two miles away reported UFO sightings. On the other side of the country, the psychic who inspired the TV show “Medium” woke up screaming.

Charis sucked in her breath so hard her face actually disappeared into the back of her head.

Jill headed for the bathroom to look in the mirror, then stumbled out again, temporarily blinded. She saw spots in front of her eyes for two days.

After several minutes of wailing and gnashing of teeth, we took stock of the situation and did the only logical thing: called their mother, who used to be a professional hairstylist. She lived twelve miles away, but already knew – she’d seen the reflection of my daughter’s hair in low hanging clouds. She informed us that we needed to bring a stripper home.

A stripper? All right! Things were really looking up.

But she meant a product that strips color out of hair, which made a heck of a lot more sense. We would strip the orange out, possibly with the use of a nuclear accelerator, then put a different color in.

So back we went to BHM, for more coloring. There Charis discovered a box of the same stuff we’d used had been opened on the shelf. She looked into the box, and discovered contents that were not the same as what we got before. In other words, the reason the brown coloring hadn’t worked is that we didn’t have brown coloring. Just the box the brown coloring was supposed to be in.

Someone had been opening boxes and trading the contents back and forth, no doubt thinking it was quite funny to imagine, say, someone dying their hair red and ending up with blonde. Ha. Ha.

We spoke to the people at the service desk. They were shocked – shocked, I say -- to discover someone had done such a thing, and promised quick retaliation in the form of automatic weapons and surface to air missiles, and a refund.

Having picked a new box with the seal firmly in place, Charis applied the stripper and the new, really brown this time, hair coloring. Soon, in geological terms, she finished her work, and presented me with her sister’s new look.

Jillian makes a fine redhead. Problem is, her hair was supposed to be – say it together – brown.

If you really want them to get along: Put 'em on a boat.

 Apparently only so much can be done to repair hair that once glowed with the same intensity as a red giant star. Still, I thought things worked out okay, even if the one hour job stretched out over a weekend. In the end her hair looked okay, and eventually she turned up with a different color. Besides, no one died.

Several days later I went to my regular stylist for a haircut, and related this story to her. She explained that BHM had been fighting this problem for some time. So much for the people at the service desk being shocked, huh?

Somewhere, some poor soul who wanted orange hair was very upset. And brown.

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