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Oh no I'm going to hell for sure. Here she is talking about her academic pressure and all I can think about is how much I want her to rip my shirt off
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Mai bore ho rahi hu. Let's do deep conversation in my dm. My dm is open for you guys🍷
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also doodle of my guild wars 2 main his name is tharak he is NOT furry dante from devil may cry stop calling him that @ my entire friend gc
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Who TF is this
Abe apni gaand main chhupe hue chaman chutiye,Shukr mana ki mujhe pata nahi hain tu kon hain...nahi to main tere Ghar main ghuske tera murder karti
Aur pata hain murder kaise karti?
Pehle tere teen tukde karti-1)Head 2)Body aur 3)Legs
1)Sabse pehle teri jeebh nikalti aur fir tere ek ek baal ko kheech kheech ke nikaalti aur tere kaan ke paas ek metal ki sheet rakhke uspe nakhun se scratch karti taaki tu uss awaaz se mar jaaye
2)Fir teri jawaani bhari kaya pe safety pin se holes karti aur usme se jab Tera saara khoon nikal jaaye tab apni garma garam chaay chhanti aur wo chai tere gharwalo ko pilati bhenchod
3)Ab teri taange-Sabse pehle to main Teri gaand main gun daalke chalati aur jab tujhe bohot zor se susu aaye tab tera non existing lauda kaatke tere muh main daal deti
Fir jab teri body khaane se kauva bhi mana kar de tab main Teri body ke itne tukde karti itne tukde karti ki tujhe waha Tak ki ginti bhi na aati ho (kya matlab ginti to bas mujhe 2 tak ki aati hain)Fir unme se 10007 tukde side main rakhke baaki ke tukde acid main ghol ke flush kar deti aur un 10007 tukdo ma soup banake China bhej deti
Aur jis jis ko mere nudes chahiye main bata rahi hoon dm main aao tumhe nanga karke chaurahe pe khada na kar diya na to mera naam bhi priya nahi
(I know @alhad-si-simran ne jhagadne ko na bola tha lekin in behen ke laudo,chhipkali ki tattiyo aur kutte raando ke saamne main shaant nahi baith sakti)
Aur main nahi off kar rahi apna anon ka option-Teri tharak ki wajah se mere pyaare introvert moots jo mujhe anon banke message karte hain wo suffer kyun kare?And anyways tu mere liye itna matter nahi karta ki tere liye main apne anon off karu
Aur ha
Aakhri main bye bye bolne ke liye-Bhai ke vagina teri ma ki chut
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hey TT how's it going?have you watched 'Animal'.. obviously Ranbir and the actors did good but the way this director depicts violence against women so easily makes me feel icky about watching this no matter how well acted this is. And isn't it funny that suddenly Tripti Dimri's fan following has increased by tenfold after her sensual scenes with Ranbir even though she did amazing movies way before all these?..so 'sex sells' really is true in some cases..sorry had to share my weird opinions.
On a lighter note..I can't believe I'm saying this but apparently I kinda fell for the last actor I thought I'd ever fall on itv.. *I'm so embarrassed to even say the drama name urrghhh* alright so 'Kundali Bhaigya' right?the never ending show..they did a generation leap and obviously among the new two brothers there I fell for the 'bad boy' Shaurya JUST CAUSE he has AMAZING chemistry with the female lead. He is the villain so I'm pretty sure it's gonna be tough to get them together cause apparently people like the main good guy Rajveer a lot..???but a lass can dream right?..tharkipana Leke doobegi mujhe 😩
Watched a cam print torrent coz no way in hell am I giving money to bs like that. I just wanted to see if it was as bad as ppl were saying........... And it is. Lol. What a wankfest temper tantrum of a movie. Stupidly self-indulgent tripe.
Lolllllllllllllll, tharak ne achein achon ka game baja dala hai. It's ok. It's a better coping mechanism than most everything else out there. Watch your little toxic man be a loser, and dream of kissing him under the moonlight, girly!!!!!!
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Tharak se mar jaunga mai
~ shit @orgasming-caterpillar says that I vibe with lmao
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Welcome to the wild woods...
Below are trail markers you can use to navigate the wilderness. Happy trails.
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I go by Kano Barlowe
I enjoy writing high fantasy
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A young elf is born to a family with high expectations of his magical abilities, only to discover that he is magically deficient. Searching for himself and his purpose, he discovers arcane magic and gods who have long abandoned their people - and a secret war waging for centuries long.
Tuilinn, more commonly known as Linn, is son of the renowned Selma. His grandfather for whom he's named founded the family's greatest achievement: electric power. The industrialization and efficiency that electricity magic brought to society propelled Linn's family foward, but at a price: high expectations and impossible standards passed from generation to generation.
With Linn diagnosed as "deficient" in electricity magic as a child, he found himself cast aside by his mother in favor of his beloved twin sister, Ellerie. Finding his place with his friend Dismas, Linn chooses to cause trouble and mischief whenever he can, if only to defy his family's oppressive standards.
After a particularly disruptive robbery that led to Linn's arrest, he manages to get out of charges and decides to go find himself and decide his purpose. He travels to Ya forest, the land of the ancient elves where the nature itself seems to call to him.
On a particular venture in the forest, he finds himself surrounded by wolves. Attacked, mauled, torn apart, Linn prepares himself for the end. And then...
Light. A god's gentle smile.
And magic so vast he cannot comprehend.
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Psalms from the Mountaintop, Linn, Shandril, Ellerie, Tharak, Dismas, Olorrak, Selma
When a printer's apprentice is caught in a blizzard, he finds shelter in the remains of an abandoned village - where only monsters remain.
Winter has come to the Marryat, the lake and the region surrounding it. Samomsyl, a shut-in and recluse, spends all of his time at home or learning how to use the printing press as an apprentice to a bitter old man and his assistant.
Despite the warnings of an impending blizzard, Sam is sent to fetch paper in a neighboring village. Journeying through the forest as the winter storm strikes, Sam finds shelter in the ruins of an old village called Blackwood - a village he'd never heard of.
Cold and alone, Sam quickly loses hope of surviving the storm even in the shelter of a destroyed home.
Growling. Scratching. Gnawing. Biting.
The beast arrives.
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Brim's Bane, Samomsyl, Leona, werewolf WIP
#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writer intro#writing community#writing WIP#authors#author about me#about me#Psalms from the Mountaintop#Brim's Bane#pinned post
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classical indian aesthetics, psychology nerd and tharak
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Things I learned while re-watching Star Plus Mahabharata (Part 22/many):
Lol. Bhim knows Dhrishtadyumna is incapable of killing Drona in a fair fight.
Ek hi marg hai. Cheating. Cheating is the marg.
No way was the Panchanjanya this big fr.
How does Sanjay know so much? Isn’t he like a charioteer or something?
These formations are all very complicated and unnecessary imo.
Once the armies meet don’t the formations break?
Who is this Susharma? Is he the dodgy fellow who had the suicide corps?
Yudhisthir is…I can’t even bring myself to say it anymore. He’s being a dumbass.
Oh good, it didn’t take Krishna long to change his mind. This is what happens when you use dharma like a fucking weapon.
The only thing Bhishma cares about is the throne of Hastinapur. Good for him. Stay away from this toxic family, Bhishma. They’re not even your family!
I am amazed at Dhritarashtra. Man knows Krishna is literally God. Why did you let your sons agree to fight this battle? Surely you knew they were all going to die.
Who’s this dick trying to stab Drupad? Oh! It’s Ashwatthama!
Who kills Drupad?
Oh! I am sad to learn that Dronacharya kills him. Sad. I always shipped those two.
My man Drona really killed his Guru-bhai and would have killed his Guru-bhai’s son too.
Arjun is also flying now.
Bhim just kicking people out of the way. Is my jam.
I don’t think Pitamaha would actually kill any of his grandsons.
Side note - Starbharat’s classification on Disney+ Hotstar as a “dramedy” is sending me.
Duryodhan is also flying.
Ha, Duryodhan and Bhim trash talking is my jam.
Duryodhan’s hair game is so on point. He’s my favourite anti-hero *sings Taylor Swift*
Is there anything Yudhishtir can do?
What is this scam? Only Yudhisthir can kill Duryodhan? Isn’t Bhim Yuvraj if Yudhisthir is king? Then he should be able to kill Duryodhan who is also a Yuvraj (don’t open that can of worms, Pri).
Wtf why is Duryodhan bringing Shantanu into this? Let my horny on main man rest peacefully in his grave.
Like do we realise that none of the Mahabharata would have happened if not for Shantanu’s tharak?
This Dhritarashtra has the most slappable face I’ve ever seen in a mythology serial.
Arjun casually giving orders on the battlefield as if his brother-in-law isn’t the commander-in-chief.
I love you Pitamaha Bhishma, but now it’s time for you to die.
#mahabharat#mahabharata#starbharat#starbharat recap#siwt#disclaimer guys: these are my own thoughts and ramblings while I watch this unhinged show#you might not agree wiith me#you probably won't#but you don't have to correct me
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@tooflessshii @kanha-sakhi look at your little sister 🙄
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Jab pyaar jismani hojaye samaj jana pyaar nahi tharak hai vo
#desiblr#desi#desi shit posting#desi academia#dear diary#poems#poetries#short essay#spilled poetry#spotify
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Vassal of the King (part 11 - ending)
Frerin x OFC
Author's annotations are here!
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Frerin is one hundred and thirty-four years old and feels his life is closer to perfection than Mahal concedes to the lives of his children to be.
Thorin's Hall (this is the name the village has kept, even after the departure of its founder, almost fifteen years ago) lies in the heart of the Blue Mountains, a town of eight hundred Dwarves who, even if distant from their homeland, have not forgotten they belong to the noblest of the dwarven families, and to the richest kingdom in Middle-earth.
Frerin rules over those Dwarves. He is not a King, nor a prince; eight hundred subjects make a town at most, certainly not a kingdom, and he is simply an emissary of his liege lord, and rules in the name and on behalf of Thorin. He is, just like his father had foreseen, a vassal of his brother.
He likes it.
The house Frerin and his family live in is spacious and comfortable, but not much different from those of the Dwarves subjected to his authority. He has neither advisors or council, only two magistrates who he chose personally and who assist him in his duties, nor an army, rather a small group of soldiers who train with him and mainly patrol the borders of the city, stop brawls and escort merchants convoys. He wants nothing more, neither does he needs it.
His days are full and fulfilling, and not a day passes that no Dwarf in the city asks for the governor's opinion on some capital matter like the ownership of a farrow of piglets (the boar belonged to a farmer, the sow to another) or the punishment suitable for a young man who was caught in a bed other than his own, but not before he had gotten the owner pregnant. Frerin settles every dispute at the best of his ability, considering both justice and mercy, and begging the Maker, his father's spirit and his brother's example to guide his hand.
As darkness falls, once his duties for the day are fulfilled, Frerin returns to his family, and in those hours he is content with being nothing more than a husband and a father.
The Dwarves of the Blue Mountains are a practical people, fair and proud. They welcome their new governor with respect, and even more in friendship; they make him feel like one of them, and the family settles easily in their new home. Sindri quickly makes friends with the Dwarves of the Blue Mountains, not necessarily of the same age as him; he is now old enough to begin his education, and spends his mornings with an elderly Dwarf who teaches him how to read and write, and the rest of his days at home with his mother, or playing in the streets with the other children. The relocation from Tharak Bazan to Erebor and then to the Hall, not to mention the knowledge of being a prince, has not changed the child, and Sindri is still the kind, clever and loving son Frerin and Verdandi love more than themselves. At times, his father looks at him, and prays in his heart he will keep making his child proud, as he once hoped he would make his own father.
And Verdandi... Verdandi thrives.
Discreet, attentive, the Dwarf woman assists her husband with his duties every time she is able, entertains the spouses and the families of the (very few) visiting dignitaries and makes sure that even during his busiest days Frerin can count on an endless supply of coffee and gingerbread cookies. She takes care of the house and of all the duties that require the specific and delicate care of a woman; she stands by Frerin, she advises him, encourages him, comforts him, and her company is a source of constant strenght and peace. Verdandi might not be of noble birth, but for him, she is and has always been a Queen.
His Queen. They are close once more, much closer than in Erebor, maybe even closer than they were in Tharak Bazan, and do not need words or gestures to express how much they mean to each other. When they are alone, she keeps calling him Fjalar.
And Frerin, who was not born to be a prince and is well aware of the fact, discovers that governing eight hundred Dwarves can be difficult, and frustrating, but it is not impossible, especially when one can count on people who love him, and when he is determined to prove that Thorin made the right choice placing his trust in his brother.
On a cool summer morning, Frerin wakes early, but the other side of the bed is empty already. He gets up, dresses himself and peeks in his son's room to make sure the child is sleeping peacefully: he is. Frerin leaves Sindri to his dreams and returns to the master bedroom.
Verdandi, who was in the bath room when he woke, is waiting for him on the balcony next to the master bedroom. They share a smile, as usual without the need to utter a word, and look at the dawn rising above the Mountains. Verdandi rests her cheek on her husband's shoulder and sighs, thanking the Maker in her heart that every problem found a solution, that her husband does not need to hide anymore and, more importantly, that the three of them are still together.
Frerin circles his wife's shoulders with his arm and rests his free hand on her belly, full with the tiny and precious life growing inside. She is due in only a few days, and this time everything will be fine. For the baby, and for all of them.
Frerin is determined to make sure of it.
TAGGING @starlady66.
#Frerin#Frerin son of Thrain#Frerin son of Thráin#Frerin x OFC#Frerin x OC#The Lord of the Rings#The Hobbit#Bellona's stuff
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Jab pyaar jismani hojaye samajana pyaar nahi tharak hai vo
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Tharak lagi hain yaar...sare couples winter me matching jacket pehenke ghum rahe hain. 😭😭😭 behenchod ye insta me story de rahe hain😭😭😭 main yaha chronically single pada hun
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Happy new year 🎊 TT.. hope this year brings lots of happiness n peace n good food n great times with friends n loved ones💖 may you find new dramas to get invested into n may you find new (fictional/non fictional) characters to love n root for✨ stay happy n blessed ♥️
Happy New Year my dearest, I am hoping you have a year filled with peace and good vibes and lots of hot fictional bad boys to tharak out over!!!!!!!!!!! 🤗🤗🤗
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