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zensations35 · 5 months

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Familiar Rapport (Natasha)

HERE IT IS FINALLY raaah! I wrote it on Monday but damn if recording the audio didn't take me FOREVER. But please enjoy Nat being sick and Tony being a sarcastic asshole. (Because I am weak for Stark Sass). Audio under the cut.

It’s past 9 and Steve is still here.

He’s asking for more information on Natasha’s new project and she is rushing through her explanation. Which only causes more confusion.

She’s listing off tasks for a third time when she notices her voice starts to tinge with congestion. She pauses mid-word, gaze flicking to Steve.

He looks at her, pale brows knit, “What? Something wrong?”

She gives her best vacuous chuckle hoping it will disguise a shiver of her lips. “I was just thinking it might be easier to show you.”

She pivots, socks shushing across the plush rug stretching across the central room of Stark Tower. She bends to the table centered between the chairs and picks up a tech pad.

Steve chuffs, “I think you have too much confidence in me being able to understand this baloney.”

Natasha squints at him, her lips curving in a wry smile, “Baloney?”

“P…people don’t say that anymore?”

The grin stretches in amusement. “If Captain America says it, it might make a comeback.”

She powers the pad on and swipes through the screens, showcasing visual details to Steve. He leans close and she instinctively holds her breath for a moment before realizing it’s pointless. Steve can’t catch it anyway. As his eyes skim the pad, she lifts a curved knuckle to her nose, tapping it just hard enough to chase away a lingering itch. Steve doesn’t notice. Fuck, she wants to sniffle so bad.

Steve is pointing at the pad, brows raised expectantly. What did he just say? Rghh, it’s so hard to focus on anything but the creeping sensation crawling through her sinuses. The itch just won’t stop, and it’s going to be completely obvious if her nose runs. She has to sniffle. Just one…maybe he won’t notice…

She risks it, sipping air with the barest…tiniest…

*snf*

Her nostrils flare wide but also up. In an extremely pronounced way. As if her face was a map of lines pointing straight to her nose’s announcement of her hitching breath. Fuck. Steve’s eyes flick to her and her lips tighten. He can’t know--he can’t know. If Steve realizes she’s sick, he’ll put a halt on this project. Natasha may have final say in most things, but Steve will absolutely round up the entire team to get her to lay the fuck down.

Nope. Not happening.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she snaps. Steve’s lips crimp but he doesn’t frown. He’s too graceful for that. He just nods and says “Alright.” He doesn’t mention the congestion in her voice and Natasha hopes maybe she sounds less stuffy than she feels.

She mimes a startle and pulls out her phone, “One minute.” She sticks it against her ear which allows her to turn away from him and wander a few steps. Thank fuck. She starts speaking Russian, pretending to have a conversation about a crisis while she saunters farther away, toward the frosty bay windows.

She can feel the chill from the winter wind against the glass, snowflakes kissing the window only to drop down and pool below solidifying into icy daggers.

The sudden chill has Natasha wrapping her bare arms around herself, shuddering. Her words begin to spill, she’s speaking with the un mistakable thickness of a person about t-to…

“H’kX!” She squeezes her shoulders, her neck, clenches her jaw, slams every wall down around herself before releasing a barely audible, “Hrt’KngT!” A small puff of breath escapes after and that does not go unnoticed.

Steve whips his head toward her. “Did you…”

She blinks at him, giving him her best, ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ look. She knows it works. It al ways works. Steven looks abashed and refocuses on the pad, “Nothing.”

Damn right nothing.

She eases back toward Steve and pockets the phone, screwing her face up in concern-- hopefully convincing despite the cloying of her nose, the pink of her cheeks…

“Oh, Steve, I think Bruce needed your help with something.”

“He did?”

“Yeah,” she hands him the tech pad. “Why don’t you take this and show him the plans--he can help you and you can help him. Win win, hm?”

Steve tilts his head, apprehension painted all over his features.

Natasha points at the pad, “Go.” She thrusts the finger at the door.

Steve mutters something, but with another shoo from Nat, he does amble away.

Oh thank fuck because as soon as hhh she hears hhhh-im l-leave…”hih-AH!” He’s gone, fina--IEXSTTchh!!” She groans as she finally surrenders to the-- “HieTNKgshh…”

“Bless you.”

Natasha spins, eyes widening when she sees Tony standing askew next to the table. Her teeth chafe her lip in frustration. No one sneaks up on Natasha--damn this cold messing with her in unfathomable ways.

“How are you handing it?” Tony asks offhandedly.

“Handling what?”

“The cold.”

Her voice quakes. “What cold?” Damn, she can lie better than this. This is pathetic. Her cold symptoms are making her look disingenuous. She is fine, she just…needs to sneeze a lot and it won’t…fucking…stop. That doesn’t mean she isn’t fine.

He snorts, swaying toward the table in a sashay that rivals her own. “I heard it keeping you up last night.”

She latches a glare on him. “Why were you up last night?”

Tony plucks a square tissue box from the shelf next to him, “Oh, the usual. Binge drinking. Learning quantum physics. Being generally brilliant.” He holds out the box to her, taking a step forward.

Natasha holds up her hand, “Don’t.” Tony hesitates at the look on her face, lowering the box. “Don’t even come near me. I don’t want to give this to you.”

Tony lifts an eyebrow. “Is that the only reason? Because you talk as if I didn’t already catch this.”

Her eyes spread, “You were sick?”

He tosses it to her and she deftly catches it. At least her reflexes aren't in the trash.

“Still am.”

Natasha runs forked fingers through her hair, parting her copper waves, “Wow you are way better at hiding it than me.”

“No I’m not. I just know what hiding it looks like.”

Her lips crimp and she droops, letting her entire body melt into the chair. She tips her forehead onto her fist and sighs. “I’m so fucking tired. I just want to lay down and moan.”

Tony leans against the wall, folding his arms in his very Tony Stark way. “Then do it.”

Natasha chuffs, “I can’t. If anyone sees me taking time off. Slacking? They’ll know…”

“That you’re not perfect?”

Natasha’s head jerks up to glare at him. Tony rolls his eyes. “You’re not perfect, Nat. None of us are. You may be able to kid Cap. Bruce. The whole team--but you can’t hold them in forever.”

She rolls her eyes. “I can try.”

“But you shouldn’t.”

Another glare, and if looks could jump kick you in the face, Tony would be on the floor. She can’t hold the glare for long though. Her eyes are already glassing over, face flushing with a pink tinge. “H’kNG!” Hhhh-dammit--Hah!” Her shoulders curve, her fist sliding across her cheek to pin her nose, “H’ISXht!”

Tony sighs, his shoulders sagging with the breath, “I’m gonna put on soup. For both of us,” he iterates. “You go lay down. Watch one of those nature documentaries you like.”

“I don’t like nature documentaries.”

“I was being nice. I know you watched Marley and Me when you thought we were all asleep.”

She stiffens, “I only watched that because Owen Wilson looks familiar!”

“You know Owen Wilson?”

“No, but I’ve seen…” Lines crease her eyes and her vision warbles. She sips a breath, shoulders rearing as she snarls into a quickly cupped palm, “Hat’TSHieh! Hk’TZSH!!”

“I can text Mr. Wilson and ask him, but I think he’d agree with me that you need to rest.”

“You’re exhausting.”

“You’re exhausted.”

“Fuck you.”

“No thanks. You had your chance.”

Natasha throws herself to her feet and groans, not unlike a teenage outburst. She inwardly scolds herself for it. Being sick? It sucks. It makes it even harder to keep a cool head. Especially when Tony’s being a little shit.

“Fine,” she wipes the air with her hand and strides toward the hall, “I’m going to rest.”

“Thank. You.” Tony glides toward the kitchenette and Natasha doesn’t even fight the fact that he technically won this battle. But she’s so exhausted, she really doesn’t care.

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borealtwilight · 10 months

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Dear Jedi Ashala, what do you do for fun?

What do I do for fun?

I’m not sure I could say, really. My idea of “fun” would likely differ from what one might expect to hear as a response to such a question.

I suppose one might say that I enjoy witty banter with others, particularly Darth Vowrawn— I mean, Grandfather Jenû... *laughs*

I also find flying a starship to be terribly fun. I think that better befits the question, or thereabouts.

And I find combat fun. So, I undertake training sessions in my spare time.

( from this ask list )

#asha vex jk ;;#hermitmoss #nat answers #swtor #swtor ocs #braig frend tag;;#you made her think on that one XP

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midastouch013 · 24 days

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Exes And Stomach Flus

Based on this request

Summary: You just came back from a horrible date, so what happens when you hear your ex throwing up on you way back.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort. Self-loathing (N). Break ups. Throwing up. Sick Nat

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The echoes of a disastrous date reverberated in your mind as you trudged through the walls of the avengers compound. The evening had been a train wreck, courtesy of a pick-me chick whose incessant need for validation grated on your last nerve.

The terrible evening was a stark reminder of why you had distanced yourself from the dating scene in the first place. But even as you tried to push the memories aside, thoughts of Natasha flooded your mind, bringing with them the pain of your breakup.

It had been months since Natasha ended things, leaving you with more questions than answers. There were no explanations, no closure—just a void where your relationship had once thrived. In the aftermath, you had retreated from the avengers, fearing having to see her, seeking solace in solitude as you tried to heal the wounds she left on you.

And so when you reached Natasha's door, yours just 3 more down, you hesitated. Sighing heavily, ready to go to your room and drown your sorrows with a bottle of wine.

You, however, stopped when a muffled sound caught your attention—a retching, guttural sound that sent a pang of concern through you and before you knew it, against your better judgment, your hand was knocking softly on her door.

"Natasha?" you called out, pushing the door open cautiously. The bed had been abandoned but the bathroom lights glowed, and the sight that greeted you was unexpected, yet strangely familiar. There she was, Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow herself, hunched over the toilet, a ghost of her usual composed self. The sound of her sickness echoed in the room, stark against the backdrop of her vulnerability.

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you. "Hey," you murmured softly, approaching her side. "Are you okay?"

"I'll survive," she said cold and abrupt, although the weakness showed clearly

And that made you falter, feeling like an intruder in her space. The pain of being near her, yet so far from the intimacy you once shared, threatened to overwhelm you. You considered leaving, seeking solace in the company of someone—anyone—but the sight of Natasha's vulnerability rooted you to the spot.

"Nat," you murmured softly, torn between your desire to help and the ache in your heart. "Do you want me to get Clint or someone else?"

You were sure she'd ask for Clint, Wanda at the least, but Natasha's response was immediate, a desperate plea that cut through the air like a knife, a stark contrast to the previous response. "Please, don't leave me," she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

"Nat-asha, I don't know if this is a good idea," you protested weakly, your heart torn between conflicting emotions.

And for the first time in the last few months, her eyes look up at yours with a silent plea in her eyes. A look you knew all too well—a silent request for comfort, for you to be there in her time of need.

Despite the turmoil within, your heart couldn't ignore the silent plea in Natasha's eyes, nor the desperation in her weakened voice as she begged you to stay.

“Please”

For what felt like an eternity, you battled with your own emotions, protesting weakly against the overwhelming urge to leave. But with each passing moment, Natasha's grip on your hand tightened, her silent plea resonating within you, until finally, with a heavy sigh, you relented.

"I'll stay," you whispered softly, the words barely above a breath, yet weighted with the depth of your emotions.

Natasha's relief was palpable, a flicker of gratitude shining in her eyes as she leaned into your touch. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the quiet of the room, the silence, not for long though, as she hunched over the toilet again.

As Natasha retched again, you winced in sympathy, a pang of sorrow tightening your chest. Without hesitation, you moved closer, your hand rubbing soothing circles on her back as she endured another wave of sickness.

"It's okay, Nat," you whispered softly, your voice a gentle reassurance in the midst of her distress. "I'm here. You're going to be okay."

Natasha's only response was a weak nod, her grip on your hand tightening as she struggled to regain her composure. Despite the pain etched on her features, there was a quiet determination in her eyes—a silent acknowledgment of your presence and the strength it brought her.

As the waves of nausea subsided, you helped Natasha to her feet, her body trembling with weakness. With careful movements, you guided her to the bathroom sink, supporting her as she rinsed her mouth and splashed water on her face.

"Can you stand?" you asked softly, concern lacing your voice, when you realised she had finished throwing up.

With a determined nod, Natasha attempted to rise, but her legs wobbled beneath her, threatening to give way. Without hesitation, you stepped forward, your arms wrapping around her waist to steady her.

"I've got you," you murmured reassuringly, your voice a gentle anchor in the sea of uncertainty.

Together, you guided Natasha to the sink, supporting her as she leaned against the counter. With trembling hands, you picked up the toothbrush, applying toothpaste with careful precision.

"Here, let me help," you offered, your touch gentle as you guided the brush along Natasha's teeth. With each stroke, you could feel the tension in her body easing, her breaths coming easier as the discomfort began to fade.

As you helped her rinse her mouth and splash water on her face, you couldn't help but marvel at the vulnerability she displayed—the quiet strength that lay beneath her fragile exterior. She'd only ever shown you this few months after you started dating, and that was after you had admitted that you loved her.

With Natasha leaning against you for support, you guided her to the bedroom, your movements slow and deliberate. You helped her change into fresh clothes, your touch a silent reassurance of your presence.

You settled Natasha into bed, ensuring she was comfortable before taking your place on the opposite side, leaving a significant space between you.Then, in the stillness, you heard what seemed to be a small sniffle, followed by another. And another. And soon enough the sound of Natasha's silent tears filled the room.

As Natasha's tears fell and she let out her first sob, something she never does, only ever silently crying, your concern intensified, your heart pounding with worry. "Nat, what's wrong?" you asked, your voice soft but urgent, reaching out to touch her trembling shoulder that faced away from you.

She recoiled slightly, as if your touch startled her, before finally turning around and meeting your gaze with eyes brimming with pain. "You… you'll hate me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own cries.

Your brow furrowed in confusion, your own heartache mixing with concern for her. "Tasha, whatever it is, you can tell me," you urged gently, your voice tinged with worry.

“The reason-” she cracked, unsure of what to say, “The reason we broke up-”

With a shaky breath, Natasha hesitated, her lips parting as if she struggled to find the right words. "It wasn’t you, it was me," she finally managed, her voice thick with emotion.

A surge of frustration and anger rose within you, the pain of her abrupt departure still fresh in your mind. "What do you mean, it's not me? You ended things without a word, Natasha!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling with emotion. "You left me without any explanation, and now you expect me to believe it's just you?"

As the words spilled from your lips, a torrent of hurt and betrayal and partially confused with why she was bringing it up in the first place, Natasha flinched, as if your words were a physical blow.

She let out a shaky breath.

"I felt unworthy… like all I could offer you was pain and darkness," she confessed, her voice trembling with self-condemnation. "I'm a monster, and you deserve so much more than that."

Natasha's confession struck you like a dagger, each syllable driving a wedge deeper into your heart. Your throat tightened with unshed tears as you listened to her unravel before you, her voice trembling with pain and anguish.

"I'm broken, Y/n," she choked out, her words a broken whisper against your chest. "I don't deserve your love... I don't deserve anyone's love."

Natasha's words hung heavy in the air, her words a painful echo of her inner turmoil, and you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. The weight of her self-loathing bore down on you like a crushing weight, threatening to break you more than you were by the breakup. And as she broke down before you, her sobs echoing in the darkness, you knew that you couldn't let her face this pain alone.

With sure hands, you quickly gathered her into your arms, pulling her into your chest despite the resistance in her movements. She pushed against you with all her strength, her cries of anguish muffled against your shoulder as she tried to push you away. But you held on, refusing to let go, your grip firm and unwavering as she struggled against you.

With each push, each desperate attempt to break free, your heart broke a little more, the pain of her rejection cutting deep into your soul. But you refused to give up, your love for her outweighing the ache in your heart. And so you held her close, whispering soothing words into her ear as she fought against you, her cries growing louder with each passing moment.

But slowly, oh so slowly, the resistance began to fade, her struggles growing weaker as the tears continued to fall. And as she finally collapsed against you, her body trembling with exhaustion, you held her close, your arms a silent refuge in the midst of the storm.

Gently, you brushed the tears from her cheeks, your touch tender as you cradled her close.

"Nat," you began softly, your voice a soothing balm in the darkness. "You're not everything you claim to be."

With a shaky breath, you launched into a heartfelt monologue, your words pouring forth much like the contents of her breakfast, lunch and dinner, a few moments prior

"You're not a monster, Nat," you asserted, your voice unwavering. "You're one of the bravest people I know. You escaped the Red Room, survived it. When Clint and I gave you a chance, you took it, you took it and never looked back. You're not broken—you're a survivor."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you continued, recounting the countless moments of humor and warmth that Natasha brought into your life. From her dry wit to her fierce loyalty, each trait painted a picture of a woman far far far away from the despicable figure she saw herself as.

"And let's not forget how you save millions of people, on a weekly basis" you added, a note of pride in your voice. "You risk your life all the time, from stopping bombs from detonating to fighting aliens conjured by gods, and because of you, countless lives were spared. That's not the mark of a monster—that's the mark of a hero."

"And don't even get me started on the cute things you do," you teased gently, a playful twinkle in your eye. "Like the way you scrunch up your nose when you're concentrating, or the way you pretend to hate it when I steal the last slice of pizza. Those quirks, they make you who you are. They make you human."

Leaning in, you pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "Tasha, you deserve the world," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

"You in the months we were together made me the luckiest and happiest person in the world, just by being next to me. And no matter what lies in your past, no matter what mistakes you think you've made, I'll always see you for the incredible person you are."

Despite the tears still lingering in her eyes, Natasha couldn't help but chuckle at your words, a faint glimmer of light returning to her gaze.

Natasha's tear-stained eyes searched yours, a glimmer of hope flickering within them. "You really think so?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," you replied, your own voice filled with conviction. "As a matter of fact, I know so"

She gave you a small smile which didn't last long as her stomach lurched again and she was scrambling out, from under the covers.

As Natasha rushed up from the bed, the urgency in her movements palpable, you couldn't help but spring into action once more. Hurrying after her, you offered your support, holding back her hair as she retched into the toilet once more. The sound tore at your heart, a stark reminder of her vulnerability in this moment of weakness.

Once she had finished, you helped her back to bed, guiding her gently until she was settled against the pillows. As she leaned back against you, her breathing labored, a moment of vulnerability passed between you, her words hanging heavy in the air.

"I still love you," Natasha whispered softly, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the room.

You froze, her admission catching you off guard. "I… I just got back from a date," you stammered, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

The hurt flickered in Natasha's eyes, a guardedness settling over her features once more. With a determined look, she tried to sit up, as if preparing to distance herself once more.

But you couldn't let her, you wouldn't. Without hesitation, you reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "Nat, wait," you urged, your voice filled with urgency. "I'm… I'm still in love with you too."

And that seemed to click in her head as she relaxed in your arms again but a small tension lingered in the air, the weight of your admissions still hanging heavy between you. And, just as the silence threatened to become suffocating, you felt a spark of mischief flicker within you.

"Well, I suppose that's one way to get back with your ex," you quipped, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

Natasha's chuckle was music to your ears, a soft melody that chased away the lingering tension in the room. "I guess you're right," she replied, her voice laced with amusement, before adding. "I'd kiss you right now if my mouth didn't taste of puke."

The humor in her words caught you off guard, a burst of laughter bubbling up from deep within you. "Well, that's a mood killer if I ever heard one," you joked, the laughter easing the weight from your shoulders.

And so, a toothbrush and paste later, you finally got to kiss the ruby red lips of the love of your life again. Knowing that it only got better from this.

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pippfitzamobi · 7 months

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updated cast list

Pippa Fitz-Amobi - Emma Myers

Ravi Singh - Zain Iqbal

Cara Ward - Asha Banks

Zach Chen - Raiko Gohara

Lauren Gibson - Yali Topol Margalith

Leanne Fitz-Amobi (pips mum) - Anna Maxwell Martin

Victor (pips dad) - Gary Beadle

Elliot Ward - Matthew Baynton

Naomi Ward - Yasmin Al-Khudhairi

Sal Singh - Rahul Pattni

Andie Bell - India Lillie Davies

Becca Bell - Carla Woodcock

Nat Da Silva - Jessica Webber

max hastings - Henry Ashton

Daniel Da Silva - Jackson Bews

Emma Hutton (Andie’s friend) - Georgia Aaron

Jake Lawrence (Sal’s friend) - Ephraim O.P. Sampson

Toby Hastings - Adam Astill

Rosie Hastings - Annabel Mullion

Stella Chapman - Mitu Panicucci

Ruby Foxcroft - Orla Hill

Dylan - Matthew Khan

Jesse Walker - Oliver Wickham

- im not 100% sure who jason bell is but i remember the photo of him and emma so vividly

#a good girls guide to murder #agggtm #pippa fitz amobi #ravi singh #emma myers #book tumblr #anna maxwell martin #matthew baynton #agggtm updates

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thisisnotthenerd · 5 months

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and now the ladies with their double episode battles and talespire battlesets:

quick episode descriptions:

big city connections: the latest battle has ever started in d20. starting the episode with incredible rolls. penny finding the mirror. the horses. antiope's round on the harpy queen. danielle summoning eight geese to do 70 damage, with incredible track records. zelda going so fast.

stone temple pile-up: katja is a horse berserker. sam making taffodil fly, lightning bolting the harpies, fainting in the sky with a nat 20. zelda slaps the horses. katja wants to stick a brush up kurraghran's ass. erika snarfs. sam enthralls kurraghran. ostentatia's high risk banishment. penny's miraculous success with silent image. killing the harpy with an insect plague. everyone has flowcharts. animate objects on asha hammerheart.

blopperganger blitz: a truly beautiful battlemap. sam's enema. ostentatia's flame strike. danielle summoning a bear spirit and eight allied spellcasters/anti-fascist kevins. katja smells her mom. antiope's kicks but also her action surge turn on the jester. ostentatia's wall of fire. the universe is into it. tectonya is dead.

and another thing: izzy spitting up dice. sam is a swan. once the juice is loose, that's all she wrote, folks. zelda is so fast. katja killing her mom and getting closure in one turn of 130 points of damage. and another thing. sam's first eldritch blast. i do have alert, i can't be surprised. logran speaks through ostentatia's revivify. antiope becomes a dragon and suplexes charity. everyone is having sex in a candle closet.

time and space: meeting tectonya. ostentatia casts commune. danielle & zelda. penny solving the water puzzle as sam. the gravitron. antiope bearing her soul aloft. what is late? you are always on time. katja comforting little katja. ostentatia asserting herself. penny killing herself and crawling out of graves. zelda's metal concert. danielle becoming one with the earth and then coming back. sam's funeral. casting infestation on charity.

i fucking love you: no one is surprised. incendiary cloud. OSTENTATIA'S DIVINE INTERVENTION ON A 19. god wants a bag from ostentatia. antiope will not submit. penny texts i'm in. nta 20 counterspell on finger of death. nonna wallace approves. katja trips a snake. i didn't even know you could trip a snake. antiope's incredible action surge turn that ends with showing her ass. sam is power word killed. that's my sister. danielle channels anima. revivify. bringing talura through the doorway in death. ending with graduation and 'take us to the book!'.

#dimension 20 #battle episode of all time #d20 the seven #d20 poll #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 spoilers

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born-to-be-mischievous · 9 months

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"Hey, Nat....asha. Natasha." --@deafarcher

Nat looked up, raising a brow slightly. "Did you almost call me Nat? You never call me that, Steve."

#deafarcher

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encountersltd · 1 year

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aug 2021

nat asha

#encountersltdart #natasha #love how bold this outfit is

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committing-arson-suicidially · 7 months

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Au where Clint dies instead of Nat

Natasha and Kate had been partners for a while but one day, they were on a mission and Kate saved Nat from dying by sniper shot and shot the sniper.

"Thanks, Clint--" Natasha was silent. It was a while since I was mentioned.

"It's okay. I'm sure he's in a good place. I didn't mean to have that effect--" Kate was interrupted.

"It's fine. It was my own fault for the confusion. But hey, that was the last guy, so..."

"Yeah. I gotta get home before my mom gets worried. Have a good night, Nat-- asha."

They both left the scene. Kate went back to the penthouse and Nat went to the warehouse.

Nat sighed. I wish I could've been there to tell her I was watching. It broke my heart seeing her like that. She cried herself to sleep that night.

#marvel mcu #mcu fanfiction #mcu natasha romanoff #mcu kate bishop #mcu hawkeye #mcu clint barton #clint barton #kate bishop #hawkeye #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natalia romanova #black widow

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762175 · 1 year

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Saregama brings back the old world charm with a collection of vinyls

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all-datmatterz · 1 year

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Best Bollywood Old Songs list 1970 | Evergreen Old Songs You Must Listen

love and the lyrics of old Indian songs turn the music into a beautiful melody. our bollywood industry is famous for its dance sequences and songs. India has many legendary singers like kishore kumar, lata mangeshkar, ar rahman etc. India has a tremendous history in music.

Are you one of those people who like to listen to old songs?

The love and lyrics of the old songs turn the music into a beautiful melody. Our Bollywood industry is known for its dance sequences and songs. India has many legendary singers like Kishore Kumar, Lata Mangeshkar, AR Rahman, etc. India has a remarkable history in music.

In this article, we will discuss the best enduring Bollywood songs of all time. We have tried to create a list of 21 Oldest Hindi Bollywood Songs. I assure you that you will fall in love with these timeless Bollywood songs.

List of old Hindi Superhit songs of all time that you must listen to

Kabhi Kabhi Mere Dill Mein (1976)

This song is one of the most romantic old songs in Bollywood. This song features two big superstars, Amitabh Bachchan and Rakha Ji. This song won 3 Filmfare Awards for Best Male Singer, Best Lyricist and Best Music.

If you love someone, you should sing this song.

Lag Jaa Gale (1964)

These old classic Hindi songs were written by Raja Mehdi Ali Khan and sung by the great Lata Mangeshkar. This song has almost 172 million views on YouTube. Lata Mangeshkar said that this song is always etched in her heart.

Pal Pal Dil Ke Pass

Pal Pal Dil Ke is a super hit song which is passed down from legend Kishore Kumar. This song is from the 1973 film Blackmail.

The moral of this song is that a man never leaves the woman he loves, no matter how far he is from her. This is one of the best old bollywood songs.

Yeh Dosti (1975)

It is an old Indian friendship song sung by legend Kishore Kumar. It's a perfect song for best friends. This song is from Bollywood superhero movie Sholey.

"Yeh Dosti Hum Nahi Todengay, Todengay Magar Tera Sath Na Chordenge" This line is awesome if you hear it with your best friends.

In Aankho Ki Masti Ke (1981).

This song is sung by the amazing Asha Bosley and directed by the beautiful actress Rekha Ji. This song is from the 1981 movie Umrao Jaan.

Asha Bhosle won the National Film Award for this song. This is one of the best lazy romantic songs.

Ek Do Tin Char (1988)

This enduring old Indian song is breaking records thanks to the performance of beautiful actress Madhuri Dixit. This song is sung by Alka Yagni and Amit Kumar.

This song is from the movie Tezaab and has recently been recreated in the movie Baghi 2.

Mere Samne Wali Khidki Mein

Another old superhit Bollywood song. This song is from the movie Padosan, which means neighbor. Well, this is another famous song sung by legend Kishore Kumar. This old romantic Hindi song features Sunil Dutt and Saira Banu.

Lyrics of this song are penned by Rajendra Krishan.

Gulabi Ankhein (1970)

This wonderful old Hindi song is a pure love song sung by the legend Muhammad Rafi. This song is a completely different way of feeling. It is still the most popular song among young people.

This song is from thriller Train.

Badan Pe Sitare Lapate Hue (1969)

Another great performance by the legend Mohammad Rafi from Prince. This is a great Bollywood song from the 60s.

Inteha Hogyi Intezaar Ki (1984)

This song was sung by the wonderful singer Asha Bosley and star Kishore Kumar with Amitabh Bachchan and Jaya Prada. Kishore Kumar won the 7th Filmfare Award for this song.

This song is from Bollywood movie Sharabi.

Khaike Pan Banaras wala (1973)

The best song of the seventies. This song is popular not only in India but all over the world. Once again this song is sung by the legend Kishore Kumar from the movie Don. The same was recreated in 2006.

Mere Sapno Ki Rani Kab Aogi Tum (1969)

Kishore Kumar sang the classic Bollywood superstar song Aradhana from the Bollywood superhero movie starring Sharmila Tagore and Rajesh Khanna.

Sar Jo Tera Chakarai (1951)

This song brings Mohamed Rafi national fame. Sar Jo Tera Chakkaray has the attention of millions. Even today people want to hear this song.

Mere Hathoon Mein (1989)

This song is sung by Legend Lata Mangeshkar and penned by Anand Bakshi. This song is from the movie Chandni and Sridevi G.

Pyaar Kia Toh Darna Kya (1960)

This song is from one of the most powerful movies in Indian history, Mughal-E-Azam. This song is sung by the great Lata Mangeshkar. This song represents the love between a prince and his love Anarkali.

This song was shot at Sheesh Mahal, Lahore Fort.

Rang Barse (1981)

Bollywood's most famous old song was played during Holi festival. This song was sung by Amitabh Bachchan and penned by father Hrivansh Rai Bachchan. This song is from the movie series. This is one of the best Hindi folk songs.

Jumma Chumma Dee Dee (1991)

This song was sung by Sudesh Bhonsle and Kavitha Krishnamurthy. This song is from the movie Hum starring Amitabh Bachchan and Kimi Katkar. This song has over 21 million views on YouTube.

It's still the most popular song of 2021.

Mera Joota Hai Japani (1955)

This song was sung by Mukesh and rendered by Bollywood legend Raj Kapoor. This super song is from the movie Shree 420. This song has reached the whole country because of its national song lyrics.

This song was released at the time when India got its independence.

Pyaar Hua Ikraar hua

It is a song from the movie Shree 420 sung by Lata Mangeskar and Manna Dey. This timeless old bollywood song expresses the love between Raj Kapoor and Nargis.

Yeh Reshmi Zulfien (1961)

This is a song from Bollywood romantic movie Do Raste. This song represents the love between Rajesh Khanna and Mumtaz. This song is sung by Mohamed Rafi.

List of the best old Hindi songs from the 1950s

Joota Hai Japan – Shree 420 Movie

Bhooli Surat Dil Ke Koothay – Albela Movie

Sab Kuch Seekha Humne - Anari movie

Jalte Hai Jiske Liye – Sujata Movie

Yeh Raat Yeh Chaandni – Jaal Movie

Duniya Mein Hum Ayye Hai – Mother India movie

Maan Dolle Mera Taan Dolle – Nagin movie

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how do you think specific marvel characters (specifically tony stark) would sneeze? like manner of sneezing and pre and post sneeze, etc etc -

or like how would they handle a cold or allergies?

any snzcanons really :)

GODS I LOVE MARVEL ASKS (*/ω＼*)

Ok, so, I showed this off a big in my fic Viral Paradox but I'll hash it out here too!

Tony:

EH FUCK IT. Unrestrained. "Idgaf who sees me sneeze" mindset (except maybe under certain circumstances?)

He might hold back when he's hiding illness, but honestly he probably doesn't do that much, as we see him going back and forth on screen hiding and being openly fucked up on screen. He's got issues and I think it's very situational how he'd handle sneeze or illness.

Definitely a wet sneezer tho 🤭And he'd 100% indulge our kink.

Bruce:

Kittenish. Ironic. And it makes everyone snort with restrained laughter. He gets embarrassed but has a (witty?) remark for anyone who has a snipe about it (usually Tony).

"You don't want to see me when I hulk sneeze."

Tony: "That's super gross, dude."

Bruce: *glare*

Natasha:

*sneezes*

Everyone stares in shock.

Nat: *glowers*

Suddenly everyone's phones all become so interesting.

Nat absolutely stifles. I'll talk about other stiflers, but there are two Main Stiflers on the list, and it's Natasha and Loki (I'll cover him later). These two are the ones who have that 'get it on lockdown dammit!' mindset where they can't bee seen as weak (very similar trauma and backgrounds of people who make them feel weak unless certain criteria are met). Viewing illness or sneezing in general weakness is TRACK for Nat.

Also she basically RUNS the Avenger household and while Tony thinks he could do it fine, Nat knows (and Bruce knows it to lol) that things would hit shit very quickly if Nat left it in his hands, so she just Needs to take a bunch of Dayquil and muscle through ok? It'll be fiiiiine.

(Bonus, she does have a backup plan just in case and it involves putting Pepper briefly in charge of Big Brain stuff --with everyone except Tony making superhero decisions 🤣)

Side Note: Y'all, I give Tony a lot of shit, but just know he's a top tier character for me. I know he's smart and capable. His character development is fucking PEAK. I absolutely would die for him. I just love picking on early Tony.

Cap:

Used to be very sickly; asthma, allergies, the works. He's constantly expecting things to set him off. Probably still has an inhaler (just in case!) But super serum means not much makes with the sniffles. The Avenger fam, however, doesn't know anything other than "Cap is super resilient haha!"

So, when he actually does sneeze, they all freak out OMG OMG IT'S A SUPERBUG™ !! All except Bucky, who i just...reading the paper all chill.

"Relax, yall. Steve's just..." and then he shares a look with Cap and a silent convo... 'are you alright?'

Bruce does bloodwork anyway.

Cap Part 2:

I also like this hc where Cap has been under the ice for so long Steve is photic?? Even though it's not canon I Desire it. Maybe to keep it 'consistent' (i mean, do I really NEED a reason but hufhufhu~) it could be early days only.

Lots of teary eyed squinting and hitching in bright lights, especially while he's being evaluated during the early days of ice recovery. Doctors were annoyed, having to pause their work for random sneezing.

As for snz sound, I image there's a P in there somewhere. Y'all know I like my Z's, but for Cap I think more of a "psh!" or something in that vein.

Thor:

Uhhh God of Thunder. Need I say more? SURE? A pic is worth a thousand words. And this commission says it all, really.

Loud. Booming really. A THUNDER GOD SNZ ECHOS and he's...proud of it. Ahahaha...oh he'll apologize. But yeah. He's fucking proud.

-> This guy can not do the sneeze while hiding scenario. Not...um...unless it ends with getting caught. And...zapped. Which, well, I am prone to writing. Sooooo~

Here's where I'm open to interpretation with Thor. I lean more torward him being a WHINLY LIL SHIT when he's sick, because (I read a few of the Loki/Thor Marvel canon novels because I'm a huge gd nerd) and as younguns it just REFLECTS the whole 'golden child' treatment and 'Thor ate that spaghetti so welll! Good job Thor!!' So I want to say...(and we do see this in the movies, especially early on) he expects special treatment. So, getting sick? *nods sagely*

Thor laying bonelessly across the bed: "You have to take care of me. Bring me <insert special food and drink specifically from Asgard>."

Random Avenger: "....you know I can't actually go there, right?"

Loki:

Magic ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Magic ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･fuckinggg Magic chaos sneezes bitches!! Break shit! Stop time! Shit flying around space! Opportunities are endless, really.

And Mr. 'Pardon Me' and 'My Deepest Apologies' definitely has a handkerchief thanks and it's not gross because he can clean it with said ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･MAGIC⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ so.

Our Dapper Asshole stifles because sneezing is weak and how !dare! a sneeze think about making him look weak--and if he has to he will discard it as quickly as possible.

So, as with Nat above, there's the trauma of being seen as weak from younger years in Asgard. I really wish we'd had a Loki prequel or something in the Marvel movies (there's still time Marvel!! *cough!!*) But in the official Loki novels, you can see it.

I would go into detail about this but when I tried to explain it I LITERALLY TYPED FIVE PARAGRAPHS MORE OF SHIT yall 🫣If you ever think I'm making up backstory for Thor or Loki, nahhh I farm my info organically, grass fed. Just trust me. He has major Misfit Syndrome (and as a fellow Misfit Child with a Golden sibling, I think I get their dialogue down better than most of my other writing tbh)

Ok, ahem, back to snz (sorry...) And of course when Loki gets sick his sneezes become less restrained and UnForTunaTelY he just can't stifle woe is him poor baby 👿

Maria:

Soft but firm snz.

I had a paintball partner once whose nose got itchy when he got stressed. I hc that for Maria. She's in a situation where she needs her gun out, and it never fails--her nose flares up.

Scrunching it, she dips into a grated, sometimes growled, half-stifle. Something quick. Eyes closed for the least amount of time possible. Efficiency is important.

Clint:

I know him the least unfortunately. He's not a fave (don't judge me 😭) I'm still wrecked that he was chosen over Nat, my darling momma who WAS RUNNING EVERYTHING AND NO WONDER EVERYTHING IS ABSOLUTE CHAOS RIGHT NOW WHAT DID I JUST SAY EARLIER (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

*straightens bowtie* Aaaanyway. I think Clint would get sick and hole up. Avoid people like a recluse. He'd have a messy sneeze and a tissue pile and just STOP cleaning up after himself.

"I'll get to that later. Fuck it." And when he feels better, finally, there are just takeout boxes, microwave dinners, and tissues piled up in a raccoon trash nest around the couch and he's like "...I deserve this."

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What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

for jedi!ashala;

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

for korre;

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

for vast

Tyûkshâsotasha:

What position does your character sleep in? I would say that Tyûkshâsotasha tends to sleep on her side, most frequently. It’s the most comfortable sleeping position for her, and it allows her to get out of bed at the drop of a hat, if and when it’s necessary to do so.

Does your character have an accent? Hmm... Sorta? Her voice is best described as sounding similar to a Kaasi accent ( so, very Imperial and slightly haughty-sounding ), only rougher, and with undertones that bely the fact that she is from a far-flung, independent planet.

Korre:

If they had a choice, would they prefer a bus or a subway for public transportation? I guess bus? Since I would imagine that there are speeder equivalents of buses in Star Wars. I don’t know about subways, so XP

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why? Pbbbttt... That is a tough one. Either version of Korre would ask for more time with Ashala, there’s no doubt about that.

Another wish might be that he wants the Jedi and Sith to stop fighting and just. Leave each other the kriff alone. Why do the Sith need to take over the galaxy, anyway? Deep Marr thoughts at 3 AM XD

Wish 3 would... probably be for the Sith to stop being Racist / Xenophobic As Fuck. Maybe that wish is a little influenced by many conversations on the topic with Darth Vowrawn, but you can’t prove either way ;)

Vast:

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly? As for verbal tics, I am not entirely sure; that’s not something I’ve put much thought into when it comes to Vast.

However. Pronunciation is something he struggles with, on occasion. And yes, there are times when he can’t get his thoughts across, in Galactic Basic, Mirialan, or Huttese, so that’s often when he just winds up cursing a blue streak until he figures out what it was he was trying to say.

Are they a quick thinker, or do they need time to sort through their thoughts? More often than not, it’s the latter. Sure, sometimes Vast manages to quickly spit out a sentence in regards to whatever it is he’s thinking about, but it’s not always exactly what he wanted to say.

If your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why? I... genuinely don’t know enough about Star Wars cuisine to say one way or the other, so...

[bewildered shrug]

#nat answers #swtor #braig frend tag;;#swtor ocs #aaaaaa ty for this braig <3 #korre vex ;;#asha vex jk ;;#char tag ;; vast #the kovra legacy;;#// long ish post

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