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happyheidi · 1 year
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ig; fallenoaksfarm
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flannelepicurean · 1 year
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Kakavege headcanon:
Goku calls Vegeta "Geets" under two circumstances, both only in private:
When Goku's being a li'l shit and teasing him about something incredibly dumb, or trying to get him to do something incredibly dumb. Example, "Come on. No, for real, come oooonnn. You know you want to. Geets. Pick me up. C'mon. Pick me up and carry me. Geets. I'LL FEEL LIKE A PRINCESS. Geets. Come on. Do it. Do it. Come on. Geets. Geets. Come on."
When Goku's being incredibly tender and/or caring, especially when Vegeta goes into a dark place about old ghosts. And then he kind of wanders over and gently says, "Hey. Geets," and lays a hand on Vegeta's shoulder, and kinda nods in the direction of the nearest exit, and gives him a soft little smile, and murmurs, "C'mon."
✨💖💥😭❤️😭❤️😭💥💖✨
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funnygeets · 1 year
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mywifeleftme · 2 months
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332: Talat Mahmood // Spring Blossoms
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Spring Blossoms Talat Mahmood 1967, His Master's Voice
“Handsome, debonair Talat Mahmood has been the idol of listeners for the last several years. His mild mellow voice and expressive style makes him ideally suited for putting over on disc, lyrics with soulful poetic contents. The Geets and Ghazals rendered by him on this disc once again establish that he is the King of the Ghazal-singers and there is none to beat him in style and superb execution.”
That’s how a note on the back of the Spring Blossoms sleeve puts it, and I’ve few qualms. Mahmood’s voice is indeed as smooth as they come, and there is plenty of soul to these numbers, though the word several there is doing some strange work—by 1967 Mahmood had been a major star for a quarter century!
I’ve covered a couple of ghazal-related records in this series (see here and here), but as a refresher, the ghazal is a form of Arabo-Persian poetic ode (classically a simultaneous address to an absent lover and to God) that has remained popular in the East for nearly 1,500 years. The ghazal is based on metrically regular rhyming couplets, a repetitive structure which makes it easy to adapt to a musical form. Ghazals are found in both Indian art and pop music, and most of the legendary Bollywood playback singers (including Asha Bosle, Mohammad Rafi, and Lata Mangeshkar) had many in their repertoires.
The ghazal’s subject matter is inevitably rather blue, but they are also often celebratory in a mystically existential kind of way—life’s pain cannot be avoided, but a poet is allowed to twirl while he displays his wounds and counts his jutting ribs. In Mahmood’s case, any discomforting sorrow is pillowed by the gentle, velvet quaver in his voice. This is music which releases tears without leaving marks, like a bloodless surgery (don’t talk to me about reiki). Mind you, I don’t mean that as an attack on its sentimentality. Daily life for Mahmood’s audience was hard and tiring, and the opportunity to have their emotions tenderly exercised by beauty is a fine thing. These people didn’t need to have catharsis thrust upon them by the kinds of sonic or poetic terrorism that I, a sheltered western pervert, occasionally require to feel feelings. But I also enjoy this album a lot!
Spring Blossoms is quite pop for the standards of its pre-rock ‘n’ roll time and place, which is to say that it is slow, sweet, and elegant in an almost courtly way that has more in common tonally with western light classical or Eastern European folk than it does the Anglo-American pop of the period. Great titles too: “Those Who Listen to Me While Hugging Me, Know That My Love is Beautiful” sounds like Explosions in the Sky doing kids music, while “I Am Drunk, I Am Naked” could be either Rumi or Viagra Boys.
332/365
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flowers-and-fichte · 1 year
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Just look at her; she's so happy she made six lovely babies. I am very proud of her.
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hephaestiions · 21 days
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It stands to reason that Harry’s holding groceries when he runs into Draco Malfoy for the first time in twenty years.
Well— doesn’t run into, exactly. No, more like peers through a shop window like a right barmy bastard, bits of overspilling lettuce brushing his arm and passers-by on Diagon shooting him strange looks.
Of course Malfoy has to look up from the till— because, yes, Draco Malfoy is a shopkeeper on Diagon Alley apparently— and see him goggling. So, of course, Harry has to step inside, as though he meant to make a stop at— right, yeah, Narcissus Needlework Studio— all along, holding brown paper packages of vegetables.
Malfoy’s frowning when Harry makes his way over to the till.
“I don’t want any trouble,” he says. “I’ve registered the shop, everything’s perfectly within regulation—“
“Trouble?” Harry blinks. “Oh, no. I’m not an Auror. Anymore.”
“I know that,” Malfoy says unhappily. “The whole Wizarding World all over Europe knows that. Only you’ve never left well enough alone, have you, Potter?”
Harry’s forty next month. He’s lived twenty years seeing hide nor hair of Draco Malfoy, and he’s never gone looking. Well, except for that one time when he was twenty one and went to the Manor as a trainee Auror for a— well, it was a routine check, really. And that other time when he was twenty five and thought he saw a man at a club who looked just like Malfoy from the back and was convinced for four months Malfoy was back in London and must be up to something if no one knew about it. And that time when he was thirty two— and, oh, alright, Harry hasn’t ever left well enough alone, not when it comes to Malfoy, at least.
This time, though, Harry really didn’t go looking. And it’s definitely Malfoy.
“I just wanted some— thread,” Harry says. A needlework studio should have some of that, shouldn’t it?
“Thread,” says Malfoy. He looks down, deliberately, at Harry’s lettuce.
“For Molly,” Harry says. “As a, um, birthday present. New shop on Diagon, thought I’d pop by. Seemed the place, you know. Didn’t know it was yours.”
Molly’s birthday, Malfoy doesn’t need to know, is in December. It’s June.
Malfoy continues to stare at him, until Harry’s unsure whether to get indignant about it all or turn tail and flee.
“Well,” says Malfoy before he can make a choice. “Embroidery yarn for you, then, Potter. Come along.”
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“I’ll see you again, I assume,” Malfoy says at the end of what transpires to be a surprisingly smooth purchase.
Harry nods.
He only realises after he leaves that there’s no reason for him to come back. He’s seen it for himself— what Draco Malfoy’s up to these days. Nothing nefarious or suspicious, just yarn and needles and tapestries on Diagon.
Except, well, he’s committed now, hasn’t he? And Harry Potter’s a man of his word. He said yes, when Malfoy asked— Malfoy asked!— so he’ll be back.
And really, if he has to invent Hermione’s sudden new and passionate interest in needlework— well. That’s between Harry and his lettuce.
written for @drarrymicrofic’s prompt “sewing”. i just personally think harry james potter could be seventy five and still rapidly become obsessed with draco malfoy at any given moment.
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chickenoptyrx · 2 months
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Gremlins
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random-brushstrokes · 6 months
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Willem Geets (Belgian, 1838-1919) - Artist at work in the first real academy for women in Belgium
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happyheidi · 1 month
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flannelepicurean · 1 year
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the phrase, "i want that sweet, sweet vegeta meat," just popped into my head, and there's nothing you can do to stop me.
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nmolesofadrenaline · 4 months
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Musafir mai bhatka, tu mera basera:)
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funnygeets · 1 year
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musiquesduciel · 2 months
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It should be mandatory for all Bollywood hits to have an Epilogue or at least a reference in the director's next movie about what the characters from the previous movie are upto years after the events of the movie.
Like I wanna know how Aditya Kashyap and Geet are doing 15 years into their marriage and if they ended up buying a house in the hills. I wanna know how Prem and Jenny from Ajab Prem Ki Gazab Kahaani are doing and if Prem made her VP of the Happy Club. I wanna know if Aisha and Sid from Wake Up Sid! ended up marrying and if she published her own book with his photography on its cover. If Aditi and Jai from Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na have kids who they teach the steps of Pappu Can't Dance? If Kavya and Humpty Sharma moved to the US eventually and opened their own wedding gown/lehenga shop. What country Naina and Bunny from Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani are currently in. Did Om Kapoor end up marrying Sandy after Om Shanti Om? Or does he visit the burned site to meet Shanti everyday? So many questions.
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world-fire-entity · 2 months
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I feel like people are focusing too much on Gwendolyn's connection to Bouchard and missing how much she feels like a clone of Jon.
Almost everything that comes out of her mouth can be voiced by Jonathon Sims and there wouldn't be a bat of the Eye (Get it? THE eye. Not an eye).
Like, they're both interested in the climbing the corporate ladder despite the sour reputation both presumably have (Ghosts are just unpopular ig). She's uptight, meticulous, and grumpy like Jon.
Like Jon, she was promoted despite being underqualified compared to another candidate. (Alice who has been working their longer, doesn't have a gigantic backlog behind her, and has more than zero (0) friends on the team)
The only difference I can spot as of right now is that she's a lot more ready for her new position than Jon ever was, and I think that's because of Jon who I am decently convinced sent her that email.
(Mostly because it's really funny to imagine that shriveled f*** of a man named Jonah Magnus write an email. Idc if he's been doing it in boucahrd's body since the 2010's and should be able to write one with no problem, He better not be talking to my bbg Gwen)
(Also he's the only emailer that we see sooo)
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flowers-and-fichte · 1 year
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Okay, so I had a thought:
If you know of the "Goots" meme, then if we have that, then does that mean that the plural of goots is geets, following the goose/geese rule?
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