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forecast0ctopus · 8 months
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YOU DRAW LASSIE SO WELL
god im glad u think so becaise ive never drawn that man before asgfjds
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the spirit of the 2000′s possessed me and forced me to do an ancient ritual, aka genderbending
or I guess, if the Winx were masc-presenting lol?
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talagalaxies · 2 years
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Just finished P. K and my HUMSS in me is crying with joy
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weshallflyaway · 1 year
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I was impressed when he said it, because I did not expect it from him after all these years.
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lucifers-owl · 10 months
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Cypher fell first but Sova fell harder
Cypher fell first but Sova fell harder. Sova doesn't quite grasp the moment when he fell in love. He had just realized at some point that his gaze lingered a little longer on Cypher's features. He realized that he wanted to know what he was like under the disguise and all his layers of covered clothing. He realized that he tended to go on the same missions with him, chalking it up to the fact that they both got along well and just seemed to work well together as a team. Sova knew that Cypher wasn't reciprocating his feelings, after all, he had a family, and now he was one of the Agents, who hid his true identity as much as possible. Yet Sova couldn't help but keep thinking about him. He would often fall asleep imagining the two of them sitting on the roof together, looking up at the stars, their fingers intertwined, both of them finally gloveless and touching one another. He would often wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares, wishing that Cypher was there, that he could calm him down and support him when everything around him seemed terrifying and unwelcoming. But Cypher was gone, and Sova, again and again, went to Fade to have his nightmares taken away.
Sova doesn't understand why he fell in love. Their work is hard, exhausting and terribly dangerous, they could be killed today or tomorrow, but Sova still finds the strength to stay awake at night and think about how hopelessly in love he is. Sova occasionally gets lost in conversation with Cypher, and then hates himself for being embarrassed and probably caught in the act.
Cypher understands exactly why he fell in love with Sova. Sova is kind, even though he seems stern and cold. Sova is careful, even though he seems rough and bulky. Also, Sova was being himself with Cypher. He didn't change his attitude towards him like other people did, he didn't fear him, he didn't try to hide anything like other Agents did. Sova was just being himself. And Sova was also so damn handsome and very much to Cypher's taste. Cypher isn't a fool, he sees how embarrassed the guy is, sees his hands shake nervously when they talk, how he fumbles with the clasps on his gloves or rubs his earrings in his ear. Cypher sees it all perfectly. And he's just a little tired of waiting for Sova to get his thoughts straight.
“Sova!” Cypher calls out to him before he can shut the door to his bedroom. He peeks out and tilts his head to the side, raising his eyebrows in silent question. “I've heard you in Russia love tea… I would bet that my tea tastes better. Would you like to try some?” ”I… Um… Yeah, go ahead, yeah…" Sova feels the tips of his ears turn red and he hastily covers them with his hair. He leaves the room, heading after Cypher.
They sat down right next to each other on the floor, where Cypher had already laid something and set up a low table. Two cups of tea are on it as if the man was already sure of the other's consent to the tea party. Sova's mind was in chaos, his heart was beating somewhere under his throat, so loudly that it seemed that Cypher was just about to hear everything.
”Cypher, are you… Not going to drink?” Sova said, taking the glass cup in his hands and taking a small sip. Cypher had been watching the whole time, his piercing eyes following Sova's every move. "I will, but…" Cypher sighed and slowly pulled off his gloves. His swarthy skin is rough, dry in places, and pale spots are going up under his sleeves. Sova blushes harder. “Call me Aamir, I beg you." Cypher takes the mask off his face in slow motion. Sova doesn't care about the scars, or the skin splotches, nothing. Apart from the fact that Cypher is sitting in front of him without his mask and gloves. “I trust you, Sova” “Your trust means the world to me. And… Just Sasha, I beg you”
Sova thought falling in love any deeper was impossible, but he was obviously wrong.
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shut-up-rabert · 1 year
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Look, I understand that bollywood actors not retiring is shitty, but please, for the love of god, don’t say that they can’t act/are overrated!
Like yeah they are shitty now, but how can you look at SRK saying “pal bhar mein paraya kar diya” in K3G , a scene where his acting legit stole the show from Amitabh-Fucking-Bachhan, and say he cannot act?
How do you look at Akshay Kumar in Bhool Bhulaiya, where he is periodically stealing glances at Vidya Balan to keep an eye on her while he locks Radha up, and say he cannot act when he gave away an important plot point so damn subtly that none of us realised?
How do you look at Aamir Khan in 3 Idiots, playing a clueless idiot, a motherfucking genius and a clown at the same time, pulling it all off with perfection, and think that he cannot act?!
Yes, the likes of Manoj Bajpayee, KK Menon, Nawaz, Pankaj Tripathee were underrated, and yes, most of the actors I mentioned are the ones who became stars during the mass Masala period where being an action hero was more important than knowing acting, but that doesn’t mean they can’t act. If anything, they have proved otherwise by adapting to the changing cinema when they transitioned from 90s to 00s, and pulling off the kind of acting they did.
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thedarknesssings · 8 months
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Prompt 26: Tangled Webs
Prompt 26: Last - FFxiv Write 2023 Characters: Simon, Esra, J, Andre, Marcel, Valentino.
Another Vampire the Masquerade short: A behind the scenes look at what exactly happened during that Elders meeting. 
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“You’re sending them on a wild goose chase.”  Simon narrowed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.  His fingers drummed on the chair arm. “Why?  If they hadn’t come back, I think you know as well as I do how that battle would have gone.  Not in our favour.”
Esra leaned forward, his hands pressed on the top of the conference table.  His gaze burrowed into Simon.  “I’m aware.  Trust me, I’m very much aware.”
The lot of them had been prepared to die in order to give the yacht full of their childer time to get beyond the reach of the Inquisition.  Esra peered around the table at the other faces gathered there.  Most were like him, the upper echelons of the once anarchists of Cascade City.  
J spat out the stir stick he’d been chewing on and shook his head.  “Think I’m with Simon on this one, Esra.  You put a crown on the kid’s head for one. Prince in name if nothing else.”
Marcel exhaled a loud breath and waved a hand dismissively in the air.  “Most kings are kings in name only.  That hardly has significance.”
“Even so,” Andre narrowed his eyes at Marcel then flicked his attention to Esra.  “Simon’s the Prince in truth. I’ll abide by whatever his final decision is, but I believe they shouldn’t stand for punishment for returning like they did.”
“They disobeyed direct orders.”  Esra bit out. “Letting them off scot-free is not going to teach them a damn thing.”
“Neither is sending them back out across the sea chasing after a ghost.”  Simon pointed out.  “My question remains unanswered.  Why, Esra?”
“He thinks out there will be safer for them than staying here.”  Valentino’s voice was eerily calm.  The Prince of Cascade City leaned forward in his high-backed leather chair and smiled at his group of advisors.  “Simon, as my regent, your word is law, but trust me when I tell you that Masozi’s visions are rarely wrong.  They need to end up out there.  Where the elders go to die.”
“Where is Masozi?”  Andre chimed in curiously, a single eyebrow arching upward.
“Better question, where’s the fucking yacht?”  J snorted out a breath and slammed a boot up on the conference table.  He picked his teeth with the chewed stir stick, gaze snapping between people.
“I know I saw Nathaniel doing things he couldn’t.”  Marcel frowned, gaze straying as he considered the battle in the parking lot.  Andre, J, and Esra all hummed out agreements.  
“Same with Sebastien.”
“And Aamir.” J added.
“Rafael as well.” Andre said.  “Like wraiths in the shadows.  So much blood.”
J grinned widely.  “Was a delight.  None of us went home hungry, did we?”
Esra thumped a hand against the table, ending the idle chattering.  “I think we’ve reached a decision then.  No punishment, but they still must make the journey to the Cradle.”
At Esra’s sharp look, Simon nodded.  “Agreed.  Masozi’s vision must be heeded.  Tell them our decision, Esra.”  Simon paused for a moment.  “Marcel?  I want you and J to locate the yacht.  Find out where they left it.  It did cost me a pretty penny to have it built, so if it could be returned, I’d appreciate it.”
The two vampires nodded and rose from the chairs.  J slapped Marcel on the back on the way out of the conference room, already making suggestions on just how they might locate the missing vessel.  Simon’s gaze came back to land on Andre, a faint smile given to the man.  He sighed and forced himself to return the pleasantry.
“You want me to keep tracking the anomaly.”  Andre hazarded a guess.
Simon nodded.  “Yes, report on anything of note.  A methuselah unearthing here isn’t going to bring messages of joy and redemption for our kind or the humans.”
Esra and Andre gathered their things, bowing to the pair left sitting at the conference table.  They disappeared into the night to attend to their tasks.  Valentino reached out to cover Simon’s hand with his own, the smile spreading over his lips slippery looking enough it nearly made Simon’s skin crawl.  
“Remember they aren’t to know the truth of my whereabouts, Simon.  Not a word.  Come by my place later tonight.”  The invitation in Valentino’s voice was evident and he didn’t mean cocktails.
“Of course, my Prince.”  Simon rose and bowed to Valentino, then strode from the conference room himself.  How he hated being the last one alone with the Prince.  A fate he wasn’t about to easily escape in the coming months.
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astridthevalkyrie · 4 months
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my man hawks be sounding fine in every frickin language I swear(manifesting desi hawks headcanons now that we have him fr)
also did I mention that I absolutely adore your hawks fics?:)
-desi anon
thank you so much!! this might just be burnout since i'm not able to write much lately, but i genuinely feel like i cannot imagine hawks as desi. it doesn't go for everyone, i could make a case for eren and jean from aot being desi and i have thought about that multiple multiple times. but keigo? hmm.
i think he moans when he eats pani puri (or gol gappe whichever you prefer). stuffs them in his mouth so fast you're anxious he'll choke but nope, he devours them one after the other with no problem at all
he also just likes really oily and sweet stuff in general that he knows is unhealthy but he can't stop himself from indulging. halwa puri, samosas, chaat, and sweets like rasmalai and gulaab jamun (he only likes kheer if there's nothing mixed into it, anything aside from pure rice pudding makes him gag)
he can't really play a dhol but knows multiple dholki songs that most people his age have never really bothered to learn
cannot dance. thinks he can dance. during shaadis people only cheer for him because he's hot
oh he also knows how to do mehndi, and he gives a lot of attention to detail. prefers the red mehndi. he has your hand in his lap while he draws it on you, genuinely will get pissy if you wash it off before the color sets in, and as long as it lasts the first kiss he gives you every morning is on the back of your hand where the henna is
diehard amitabh and aamir khan fan. his favorite aamir khan songs include ae mere humsafar, bum bum bole, yahan ke hum sikandar, koi kahe, and aati kya khandala. his favorite amitabh song is pardesiyan. but his all time favorite bollywood song is chaiyya chaiyya because he's incredibly basic
avid coconut oil user. likes putting oil on your hair too. has never once threaded his eyebrows
easy on the kajal! we get it, you're pretty!!!!!
on the whole though i think he's too blonde for this bc in the same vein i don't think i could imagine armin or loid as desi either LMAO
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kelzienicole · 3 months
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3 Idiots: A Hilarious Journey of Self-Discovery (and Maybe a Little Rebellion!)
Forget everything you think you know about coming-of-age stories. "3 Idiots" isn't some predictable teen drama. It's a full-on Bollywood explosion that throws you headfirst into a world of laugh-out-loud moments, life lessons served with a heaping spoonful of chaos, and a healthy dash of rebellion for dessert. Haven't experienced this gem yet? Let me tell you, you're missing out! Buckle up for a cinematic ride that will have you questioning everything, reflecting deeply, and laughing until your cheeks hurt.
Meet the Unforgettable Trio:
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#1 Rancho (Ranchhoddas Shamaldas Chanchad)
My Spirit Animal: Aamir Khan doesn't just play Rancho, he becomes him. Unconventional, witty, and overflowing with enough charm to light up a room, Rancho is the kind of friend I've always secretly wished for. He's not afraid to shatter expectations, challenge the status quo, and follow the rhythm of his own heart. Let's be honest, there's a part of me that longs to do the same sometimes.
#2 Farhan Qureshi
The Reluctant Hero We Can Relate To: R. Madhavan brings Farhan to life, a character who resonated with me deeply. Stuck between societal pressures and his own burning passion, Farhan represents the struggle so many of us face. Just like Farhan, there are times when my own dreams get pushed aside by practicalities. Seeing him chase his passion for photography was truly inspiring.
#3 Raju Rastogi
The Pressure Cooker I See in Myself Sometimes: Sharman Joshi takes on the role of Raju, a character juggling the weight of financial burdens and family dreams. Raju's journey hit close to home. We all carry pressures, whether it's family expectations or the need for financial security. Seeing Raju navigate his challenges made me appreciate the importance of balance and staying true to yourself, even when things get tough.
Why This Movie Is More Than Just Entertainment For Me
"3 Idiots" isn't your average movie that throws life lessons at you with a heavy hand. It's a hilarious, boisterous carnival that tackles the education system, societal expectations, and the very essence of living a fulfilling life. But for me, the film's magic lies in how it delivers powerful messages with a side of humor, proving that movies can be both thought-provoking and side-splittingly funny.
Now, the ultimate question: whose shoes would I want to walk in? Easy – Rancho. Why? Because Rancho embodies the spirit of living life to the fullest, chasing your dreams with unwavering passion, and bringing joy to those around you. After all, who wouldn't want to be the friend who transforms ordinary moments into unforgettable memories? Honestly, Rancho's rebellious spirit and genuine care for others is something I aspire to have more of in my own life.
The Takeaway: Embrace the "Idiot" Within, Just Like Rancho Taught Me
As the credits roll and the laughter subsides, "3 Idiots" leaves me with more than just entertainment. It's a gentle nudge to live a little bolder, dream a little bigger, and embrace the beautiful chaos of life.
The movie reminds us that being an "idiot" in the most positive way possible might just be the key to unlocking the magic of our unique journeys. Maybe it's time to quiet the voice of doubt, chase that dream I've been putting off, and embrace a little more "idiot" in my own life.
So, yeah, maybe I'll grab some popcorn, gather my friends, and get ready for a cinematic adventure that will tickle my funny bone and inspire me to dance to my own beat. After all, life's a giant dance floor, and "3 Idiots" just gave me the perfect invitation to join the party!
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jbreenr · 2 years
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⚠ MS MARVEL 102 SPOILERS ⚠
Alright…
I did not miss today's episode and thank gOD! Because there're some things to talk about.
Kamala's entrance was so cool. Like, the confidence. I swear I thought it was all a daydream and she'd get hit in the face with that basketball ball or something.
Kamran. Who's he? Why is Kamala looking at him? Why am I not hugging Bruno rn? Too many questions.
So, her training sequence is just ✨ art ✨. And I'm sure that, if I ever got superpowers, I'll look just the same.
But, did you have to make me cry with that “Please, let me go.” reference, KK?
Well, she apologized to her mom, which I appreciate, but I would have liked to see her apologizing to her dad as well.
Ugh. Details.
Kamran called Bruno, Brian. I really shouldn't be mad about it but, here I am, mad about it.
But, the fact that he gave Kamala a “driving lesson” kinda compensates it.
Bruno got into Calthec, and at first you're like wHAT? That's awesome dude! And then you see him ask if he can think about it.
Anyway, Kamala and Kamran are talking about movies and I'm so happy that Kingo movies were the ones they were talking about.
Dude, I'm actually liking this guy rn. The way he just said that to Aamir, how he didn't ask her questions as to why say that… yeah, I've got a feeling that I'll somehow regret this new trust on him.
So, the bangle belonged to her great grandmother, the one they don't talk about at home, no, no.
You read that singing? No? Me neither.
Nakia, her ✨ manipulation skills ✨. She's a natural politician.
I did feel bad for Zoe. Like, these people didn't have enough with Peter (they forgot but whatever) and now they want to get to Kamala and do what? I hate them already.
The Illumin-aunts (was that their name?) take gossiping too far. It's way more dramatic than one would think.
Now, are we gonna ignore the fact that it was the kids fault? Why would he try to get a photo like that? And that far from the ground? Smh.
I love how she tried to distract the kid and focus on something else. Very Spider-Man-like. #iapprove
Which leads me to: Ice cream pizza? Could any of you confirm if that tastes good? Because I'm not sure I'd like the final texture.
Did you see that superhero landing? *Yelena's voice* She's such a poser.
She saw her great grandmother and I was afraid the kid would fall and everyone would blame her for that.
Luckily, she saved him again. The only thing broken apparently, was his ankle. But he'll live.
Drones? Seriously? You're hunting my girl with drones?!
Now, nOW!!!1!1!! Kamran? What the f--? His-- his mom? What's happening? What's going on here? Why did she know about Kamala? Too many questions again!!!
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iamdeltas · 2 years
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I haven't done any posts about general episode thoughts in a long time but I figure I ought to bring it back for Kamala's MCU debut, what with my icon being her right now and also what with her being my favorite Marvel character and my introduction to the comics.
I really think they captured Kamala's character well here and Iman Vellani is a delight playing her! It is interesting that they changed Kamala from being a fanfic writer to being a YouTuber discussing the Avengers, but it makes sense. I'll miss the fanfic angle but since fanfic of the Avengers in-universe is basically RPF, that probably gets into weird territory.
Now I'm not of Pakistani descent but I am Indian-American, and I'm Muslim, so I think I can speak to the accuracy of the cultural stuff. Honestly, I think it was dead on. The Bollywood music was a really nice touch, and I loved the scattered Urdu phrases throughout. And the aunty gossip is too real. I remember when a family friend was getting engaged to a white girl, the gossip was raging! (They all still came to the wedding though.) Also the Halal Guys shout out had me laughing, especially since I was considering getting lunch from there earlier today!
The family dynamic is very compelling and there was a lot that rang true for me. Honestly my parents would have reacted the exact same way if I'd asked to attend any cons. It was a bit amusing that the dialogue there seemed to be lifted from the comics since in the comics Kamala was actually asking to go to a party but it still worked because desi parents do overexaggerate things! That being said, I am kind of wary of how they've firmly slotted Muneeba as the "strict" parent and Yusuf as the "nice" parent when they were both equally strict in the comics. I don't know that I like that change. Anyway I'm also liking her sibling dynamic with Aamir and I'm looking forward to when we see his fiancee since she was really cool in the comics.
Kamala's and Bruno's dynamic is really fun. I did catch those ship teasing, which is... fine, they did that in the comics too. Anyway, they bounce off each other well! I enjoyed what little we saw of Nakia too and I hope we see more of her.
As expected, since I'm ornery like that, I still don't like the changes to her powers. I do appreciate the comic references though, like when she rescued Zoe in a similar way. And the end credits sequence with the art from the comics was VERY cool!
I am cautiously optimistic about the rest of this series!
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weepli · 2 years
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Chak De and SRK
(A couple of months ago, for the 15th anniversary of Chak De, I wrote this article for a publication. It was commissioned, edited and published, but it was taken down the same day. The editor told me it was “technical glitch” but now, it’s been 2.5 months and the glitch hasn’t been sorted. In the meantime, I’ve heard of other writers’ work being taken down from that site if it spoke about minority oppression.). 
When I first watched Chak De! India 15 years ago, one of the things that instinctively bothered me, though I was too young to articulate it then, was that when Kabir Khan and his mother leave their home, amidst the accusation of being a ‘gaddar’, no neighbour or friend is standing up for them. Is there no one in their mohalla who they were friends with, I wondered? Wouldn’t someone miss them? And wouldn’t they silently, if not publicly, ask the others to be more kind? 
Fifteen years later, I know the answer. They wouldn’t. We wouldn’t. 
As I sit down to write this, the news coming in from everywhere is proof that nothing much has changed in the last 15 years. Things only seem to have become worse. I read on Twitter that the Indian Women’s hockey team has lost the Commonwealth Games Semi-Finals to Australia 3-0 in a penalty shootout. Fifteen years on, Indian women’s hockey is notoriously neglected. Gender discrimination is rampant. And, of course, Muslims are still perceived as enemies of the state. 
No one knows this better than Shah Rukh Khan. 
Chak De! India was a story of the quintessential underdog triumph. It wasn’t just the triumph of a women’s team over the dismal conditions and mentality of families, media, and fans. It was as much (if not more) the triumph of their Muslim coach in his attempt to prove his patriotism. 
Chak De has achieved cult status in the country. There are still memes referencing 70 minutes of crucial and intense time. The title song became a national sports anthem, and the dialogues are a part of everyday life. The brawl scene in Mcdonald's became an example of implicit brand placements, mentioned in B-schools and quizzes. “Ja Dikha de apne launde ko” was a mantra of female solidarity. There’s a lot to celebrate about Chak De and the impact it has had on our pop culture over the decade and a half. A sports film par excellence, it doesn’t lose its thrill even with multiple rewatchings. And, of course, Shah Rukh is gorgeous. 
It also marks one of the first times he truly embraced his Muslim identity on screen. (Sure, he played a Muslim in Hey Ram, but that never captured people’s imagination the way Chak De did). In Chak de, the Muslim identity is a crucial part of the plot, and it is emphasized with the references to his name, his betrayal, and his religious/inspirational chants. SRK goes on to play the Muslim protagonist in multiple films after this — My Name is Khan, Dear Zindagi, Raees, and the upcoming Pathan. 
In 2017, journalist Rana Ayub said about SRK in an article on NDTV, “In a country where it is rare to find a Muslim or a Christian character as the lead in films, with minorities usually reduced to caricatures and stereotypes, the fact that the biggest star plays a Muslim in three simultaneous films (Ae Dil Hai Mushkil, Dear Zindagi, Raees) is a strong message to a country, a rebellion that needs to be noticed and lauded.” 
This week, we have another movie releasing by two superstars: one a Muslim man, one married to a Muslim man, with children named after rulers who happen to be Muslim- Taimur and Jehangir. Calls to boycott the movie grow louder, the posters and WhatsApp messages about the same more and more disgusting. Aamir Khan has declared that he loves India. Of course, we need to wear our patriotism on our sleeves. Whether it is with a birth certificate or with the shouting of slogans, with the display of the National Flag or standing up in the movie hall when the anthem is played, we are all being asked to prove our patriotism again and again and again. No one more than Muslims in India. 
If you are a privileged Muslim actor in India, you can continue making movies worth 100 crores that will face threats of boycott, and maybe your family members will end up in jail for months on flimsy charges. For a regular ordinary Muslim person, you might get lynched if you are suspected of eating a certain kind of meat. 
In the final scenes of Chak De! India, the team overcomes all kinds of external and internal challenges to defeat the favourites, Australia, and win the tournament. Yet, it is not just the journey of the women who have faced gender stereotypes, family pressure, anger issues, and race and language discrimination. It is as much a journey of their Muslim coach, who will finally make it back ‘home’ where he was labeled a traitor and forced to leave. It is a grim picture that Chak De presents. That nothing will ever be enough to get the kind of acceptance and belonging all citizens of this country should feel. Maybe if you do something as grand as winning a world cup, you might be spared for a few days. 
Maybe. 
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ambiguouspuzuma · 10 months
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Nocturne
The City of Novo Ubat wasn't technically nocturnal. Strictly - and according to the World Clock, who were the authority on all such things - its denizens rose, worked, ate and played in daytime hours, from early ante meridiem to late post meridiem, just like their distant neighbours across the globe. It was simply that, for them, the sun chose that time to rest instead.
The World Clock had smoothed it all out. They'd done away with time zones, the hassle of plus or minus, forward or backward, relics from an age of empire and agriculture: man's attempt to live a uniform life across a capricious world. There was no reason high noon should be at twelve, they figured, when four a.m. or six p.m. had equal right to the sunshine. So they'd shared it out equally.
All countries, all continents, now observed the same time, per the atomic chiming of the World Clock itself. They'd fixed it so it would be 3:15 a.m. in every city all at once, whether that meant brightest day or blackest night to the locals. Global co-ordination had never been easier. At every hour on the clock, it would be daylight somewhere in the world, and international teams could function through them all.
Of course, there were some adjustments to be made. Night owls congregated in cities like Novo Ubat - where they could live with their pupils large and minds alive, still working their nine-to-five against darker skies, keeping in touch with contacts on the light side of the world - whilst morning larks flocked the other way.
In turn, the city changed to cater to those who chose to live in darkness: cafés still opened for an 8 a.m. cup of coffee, the perfect way to start the night, a bars kept the liquor flowing until it was light outside. The minarets still sounded dawn and dusk, but everything else shifted around them. It was a city of mood lighting and blackout blinds, supplements of Vitamin D and ultraviolet lamps - and the type of person who would embrace all of that, finally giving into their body clock's demands.
For the vampires, it was a game-changer. Aamir bin Layl, like all of his brethren, had long struggled with obligate nocturnality. In centuries past, they had been able to rise to rule a feudal fiefdom, controlling lands for miles around their castle crypt, but the age of empires had cut them adrift on new oceans of power and influence.
Even with the benefit of technology, they were forced to sleep at different times, and could each only work in the depths of night. It was hard to run a global corporation that way; a vampire in New South Wales could hardly call his sire in Transylvania, with daylight bound to shine upon one of their screens. The novel Dracula was told only through letters, and perhaps that had been prophetic: for all of their unnatural speed, they could never Zoom.
But in Novo Ubat, they could speak in person, or at least in whatever they were instead, during the middle of the working day. With the World Clock's reforms, they could work all hours - nine to five and five to nine - with representatives in every country, a network that began to creep across the globe. In time, they would come to rule the human world once more. In time, and without time zones, everywhere would be the good old days again.
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khuzena · 2 years
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One step closer
Cypher x depressed! Reader
Tw: depression,suicide talk and s3lf h4rm and just angst
A/n: this is much more different than what I usually write and it's more of a vent fic, please scroll away if you're triggered by suicide or/and s3lf-h4rm.
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Ever since cypher joined the protocol, he's met many capable radiants and non-radiants, one of which was you. He was never this fascinated of someone since nora so it felt like a new blossoming feeling once again; like euphoria that's short lived but the feeling is unforgettable. He'd seen you do your work and everything when he looks through his cameras and he becomes more fascinated with you. After 3 months of being friends with you, he asked you out with a rose in his hand and a loving stare in his eyes that you haven't even seen yet. But as kind as you were you accepted his confession and hugged him tightly.
The first early stages of your relationship was steady and happy. He was there for you and you were there for him. You'd regularly check up on him with a cup of mint-tea, his favorite tea and watch him tinker with his gadgets. When you used to walk into his room, he'd already known but for the sake of your embarrassment, he'd pretend to be surprise when you tried* to sneak up on him and wrap your arms around his neck. As you giggled, the aroma of the mint tea filled the room and his nose perked up to the smell of it,"Oh dear, what do we have here? Did you make me this?" He chuckled and reached out for the tea. "Should I walk out the room since you know, your identity-" you were interrupted when he removed his mask and shown you his face for the first time. He watched you examine every inch of his face in excitement and you leaned in closer, and pressed your lips against his. "O-oh I'm sorry!" You blurted out with a flustered face and shied away as he stares at you with amusement. "Pfft.. habibi I really don't mind, come kiss me again." He laughed and pulled you in for another kiss. He'd smirk internally as he held you in his sleep, 'One step closer to loving you and knowing you more'
The second stage of your relationship, you've both taken things to the next level and started getting more clingy and physical with each other but still hid secrets from each other. It's been 5 months yet he hasn't told you anything about his past yet, about nora and his life back at Morocco; but you were tired of it. Walking into his room and confronting him about it, starting the most heated argument in your relationship, it left both of you sobbing in your rooms and wondering if things would be still the same way; sweet and happy. 2 weeks have passed and you've asked for some advice from a few agents, 'this is it' you thought and knocked on his door, waiting for him to answer. The door softly creaked open with him sitting in his chair with his messy, unkempt hair and turned to look at you with his tired, saggy eyelids.
You gulped and wept, "Aamir, I'm sorry. I hope we can still fix things.." he only looked at you with a pitiful look but then sighed, "I'm also sorry. I won't hide some of my secrets anymore, please forgive me mi amor." You sobbed harder and ran up into his open arms and cried out on his shoulder as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. It was one step closer to fixing everything.
The third stage, you both became comfortable with each other and it was a normal occurrence to smoother each other with affection but still same feelings, but life Isn't easy. Lately, you were feeling down and depressed but you were always hesitating to tell him what you were going through. Every mornings he'd kiss your forehead and ask you how you were feeling, yet you never told him. Deep down inside you wanted to scream at him and cry your heart out but you just can't. The wounds cut deeper and sometimes it got worse when white came out instead of red, you'd lie to him anyways that some cats would scratch you or you'd bump your arms onto a sharp surface. What you didn't know, he was aware of everything that was happening but he was frozen and unable to think of a way to confront but he would, eventually.
The fourth stage, things were getting tense and you avoided him more, looking into his concerned eyes as you lied over and over again; the guilt ate you whole. One night, your room creaked open as he entered the room and found the razors you've used. He felt like puking and his stomach was churning with regret that why hasn't he confronted you sooner? But these train of thoughts didn't lessen when he shifted his gaze onto your sleeping and tired form. It was then he didn't care anymore if he was caught by you and checked through any journal you could've written you thoughts in about these. Reading the contents of how much you loved him and the happiness in the first stages but the depression and insecurity that followed after page by page made him tear and let out a choked out sob. He looks at you again and notices how ethereal and peaceful you looked but the scars on your wrists told a different story.
The fifth stage, he told you about what he found and snapped at you. "Why did you hide this from me?!?" He fumed and looked at you with sad, regretful eyes. The tension in the room rising and it was getting hard to breathe, you gulped and your mouth was left agape as he continued to scold you about everything. "Why y/n? WHY?" He cried out and stared at you with his blood-shot eyes, demanding for an answer. "It's because I didn't want you to fucking feel horrible and feel worried!" You retorted back and cry at the corner of the room. "I feel more fucking horrible that I could've prevented this but now It's so fucking hard, my god y/n.. FUCK." he screamed and threw his camera on the floor.
The endless bickering until night and the saddened expression on the other agents face that witnessed this as you walked to the kitchen to grab some water. Sage puts an arm on your shoulder and stares at you with empathetic eyes, "I hope you're doing ok y/n.. we all feel depressed too and-" "Tell me about it." You interruped and stomped into your room as a worried expression was written on the healer's face.
The fifth stage. You both stopped talking to each other and he rarely saw you. He's cried everyday thinking of the possible future he could've had with you, maybe a family living in a simple house with a garden you both will tend until you were both seniors but no, life is selfish. One day, he followed you and met you on top of a building, messy and unkempt hair with your shoes taken off so they will know it was suicide. One last time, he screamed your name and reached out for you, "Y/n don't do it!" He yelled at the top of his lungs and tried to pull you back onto the floor but he couldn't. The last thing he saw was you turning to look at him, staring at him with empty and soulless eyes as you softly smiled at him one last time; "Aamir." The only thing you said, as you stepped forward and fell to your death with your agonizing scream.
He was sobbing so hard, he couldn't give a shit and was clutching his hair out and teary-eyed. "No... No this can't be fucking happening..." He cried and cried until the police arrived, he left but your last smile ingrained in his mind now and will be forever.
At your funeral, the flowers there were gorgeous but will eventually wilt away, like you. You were the most beautiful rose in his eyes but roses will one day wilt and turn into ash. Looking over to your coffin and the sounds of whimper-crying in the background went silent, to him at least as he looked at your face one last time.
"I'm sorry, I was always one step closer to being with you but fate always pushed me 5 stages back but no matter what, I'll come back to you and hold you in my arms once again."
A single tear run down his eyes as he left the funeral home, "Thank you."
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I wrote this in one sitting and im sobbing fr and i dont proofread 😓😭 if you ever feel suicidal or depressed please talk to someone or a mental health professional. Thank you for reading it hehe (。•̀ᴗ-)✧
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madmanwonder · 7 months
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(Prompt, if they had kids) Aladdin and Esmeralda
Name: Aamir
Gender: Male
General Appearance: Aamir shares the same physical characteristics of Aladdin but mixed with Esmeralda facial features and skin tone.
Personality: Confident, Charismatic, Brash, Idealistic, Flirtatious and Intelligent
Special Talents: Skilled Thief, Master Freerunner, Accomplished Acrobat
Who they like better: His mother
Who they take after more: His father
Personal Headcanon: Aamir is bisexual and in a bisexual polygamous relationship.
Face Claim: Mena Massoud
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salmankhanholics · 7 months
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★ Trade experts explain why no Hindi or Pan-Indian film clashes with Salman Khan’s films at the box office: “He’s 100% an ORGANIC star; clashing with him can prove SUICIDAL”!
Nov 7, 2023
Salman Khan’s Diwali release Tiger 3 is nearly a week away and the excitement is tremendous. What’s interesting is that it’ll have a solo release of sorts, as no other Hindi or Pan-India South film is clashing on the same day. In fact, Salman Khan has not faced a clash since 2010. The last time that happened was when his 2009 action super-hit film Wanted was released on the same day as Rani Mukerji-starrer Dil Bole Hadippa.
Dabangg (2010), Ready (2011), Bodyguard (2011), Ek Tha Tiger (2012), Dabangg 2 (2012), Jai Ho (2014), Kick (2014), Bajrangi Bhaijaan (2015), Prem Ratan Dhan Payo (2015), Sultan (2016), Tubelight (2017), Race 3 (2018), Bharat (2019), Dabangg 3 (2019) and Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan (2023) released with no competition. Antim (2021) faced a collision with Satyameva Jayate 2 (2021) but then it didn’t feature the superstar in the lead.
Other stars haven’t been that fortunate. Shah Rukh Khan’s Dilwale (2015) and Raees (2017) were released alongside Bajirao Mastani (2015) and Kaabil (2017) respectively. SRK is at his best position arguably right now and yet, his next film Dunki will have to share screens with Salaar on Christmas 2023. Aamir Khan’s Laal Singh Chaddha clashed with Akshay Kumar’s Raksha Bandhan last year. Salman’s last few films have not done well and yet, no one is ready to come on the same Friday as him.
We asked trade experts about this rare phenomenon. Trade veteran Taran Adarsh said, “He has a huge following and is a darling of the masses. The business he has generated over a period of time in mass pockets is phenomenal. Though he has had a rough patch, he's the pied piper of Bollywood.”
Trade analyst Atul Mohan, in agreement, exulted, “Salman is a very big hero of the masses. He has always had such a huge fan following; Shah Rukh Khan ka aisa following ab bana hai. Aamir Khan never had such a mass pull. Salman’s craze is one of a kind. Hence, filmmakers are wary of clashing their films with him. Itna bada hero hai, kaun takkar lega iske saath?”
Girish Johar, producer and film business analyst, remarked, “Salman is the only superstar who people want to see on screen. He has the maximum on-screen superstardom out of all the actors. It’s a very critical factor. He’s also not on our social media every time, going to malls, opening ribbons, dancing, etc.”
He continued, “Unfortunately his films have not worked as he hasn’t paid much attention to the storytelling, packaging, direction, etc. He has that power that if he gets these things right, then there’s no stopping him. That’s why many are wary of clashing with him as they know that at least in the opening weekend, their film will get butchered.”
Raj Bansal, the owner of Entertainment Paradise cinema hall in Jaipur, explained, “Salman Khan is an action hero. When no one was doing action, he was the only action excelling in this genre. Somewhere, his confidence shook and he also did non-action films like Tubelight (2017), Prem Ratan Dhan Payo (2015), etc. Only Bajrangi Bhaijaan (2015) worked in this regard. But even when his films were gadbad, they still made Rs. 100 crores plus. There was a time when the hit films of Akshay Kumar and Ajay Devgn did Rs. 100 crores. But Salman’s flop films do Rs. 100 crores even today! And his hit films have done more than Rs. 300 crores. It’s thanks to him that the industry realized the true potential of a Hindi film. Hence, clashing with him can prove suicidal.”
He also said, “He’s 100% an organic star. Even Sunny Deol is.”
Girish Johar added, “If he moulds himself to the sensibilities that cater to his fans and also provides intelligent content, then sky is the limit. I think Tiger 3 will do well. It ticks all the right boxes.”
Taran Adarsh also said along the same lines, “Tiger 3 being a brand and essaying a role that is much-loved, I am sure it’ll have a great run and a huge opener.”
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