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desi-lgbt-fest · 3 years

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Day 5: Platonic

A story I wrote for today's prompt. It's a story about two middle aged men realising the happiness they want can come in many different forms.

1. 8 k words.

Cw: Mild homophobia. Incorrect language. It's indicative of character's understanding, not mine.

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When Vikram Kumar first transferred to their branch, Nath wasn't impressed. Theirs was a small transport company, still somehow holding on against the giants of the industry. They were doing well for themselves; they had branches in few neighbouring states where the business was concentrated. And yeah, the company policy does state that employees should get transferred around every 4 years or so. But that never really happened. Nath had been working at Gada transport ltd for more than 25 years now and the only way anybody new ever came in the office was if someone died or retired.

That was what had happened. Another clerk, Nisha Bhagwan, had a heart attack at the computer and in came Vikram Kumar, a transfer from Nagpur. The office people took to him like animals take to the new clown at the circus. Nobody was really sad about Mrs Bhagwan's passing. She was old and in an office full of other old people, they were just waiting for the hat to drop on someone. Better Mrs Bhagwan than us.

They inquired after him, after his family, his mother's family, his neighbour's family, his neighbour's dog's family. When they found out that he was divorced and currently living in a sketchy hotel, they immediately turned to Nath.

Nath, or Adinath, as his name was, owned two flats in his society. Two flats side by side, one in which he lived. He very famously refused to rent it out to families or students or single women. Which meant, he never really rented it out. It actually quite suited to his own solitary silent life. But he regretted boasting about it in the office because here came his perfect rent.

"I- uh. The apartment is very dirty and I'd have to clean it," he started making excuses.

Vikram Kumar shrugged. "I don't mind. Better than listening to the sex noises coming from the side wall." Raucous laughter emerged, unhampered by the fact that their only woman employee wasn't there anymore.

Nath couldn't say no.

Vikram Kumar did turn out to be an ideal renter. He was silent. No guests. Rent, which Nath had kept a little high to dissuade, always on time. Sometimes old hindi songs drifted from his flat but Nath didn't mind. As his novelty wore off and office people stopped fawning over him, Nath did find himself to be quite okay with Vikram Kumar's existence.

A distinct mark in his favour was that he didn't laugh when at their regular chai break (5 minute break that always turned into a 45 minute one) the others made him familiar with Nath's title as the resident Bramhachari.

"Never married, never looks at a woman," Bhosle, their manager remarked.

"Hey you remember that time when that bombshell came in complaining about some lost package? Nath did not even look away from her face."

"Pakka gentleman, I tell you. He's not the customer complaint manager for nothing."

Everybody guffawed. Nath gave his regular pained smile. Vikram Kumar smiled back. For a moment, Nath thought it was a smile of understanding.

Eventually, Nath started offering Vikram Kumar a ride home on his ancient scooter. He obliged. When the ride turned regular, Vikram Kumar started contributing for petrol. Another mark in his favour.

13 months later, Vivek Chand, accountant, retired. In came a new hire, Ashalata Waad.

Suddenly many colleagues started turning up in pressed shirts and oiled hair. Nath merely shook his head and laughed at their preening. It was their colleagues' turn to laugh when Ms. Ashalata, recently widowed, took to Nath. Furtive smiles. Sympathy over dealing with difficult clients. Nath of course did not notice. But the other colleagues did. And out of sympathy for Ms Ashalata's feelings, they gently took her to a side after a week or so and directed her towards someone more likely to respond; the new divorcee, Vikram Kumar.

That, Nath certainly noticed.

That evening, Nath left without offering a ride to him.

Next morning, everyone noticed the distinct coldness between Ms Ashalata and Vikram Kumar. It was a long day too. Some trouble with licensing of a large shipment, everybody had to stay behind. It was well over 8 when people started leaving. Vikram came over to Nath's desk and tapped on it.

"I don't think this late I will find a riksha like yesterday. Will you please give a ride home?"

Nath sighed. He wasn't petty after all. Well, not much.

The streets were near empty. Theirs was a small town. One that eats at 8 and sleeps at 10. Nath's scooter cut through the silence and the sickly orange lights of the streetlamps like an interloper. They were crossing the Hutatma Chauk when Vikram asked him to stop.

"What for?"

"It was a long and stressful day. I wanted us a relax a bit at the park bench before we go home."

"I'm not going-"

"Please yaar."

Nath sighed.

Stopping the scooter at side, they both walked to the circle where statue of some forgotten freedom fighter stood, benches around it. Surprisingly, there were some people ambling around. Old couples taking a rest from nightly walk. A group of youngsters.

After having the sound of scooter in the ears for past five minutes, the sudden silence was deafening.

"I don't think Ms Waad would be talking to me again," Vikram Kumar started without preamble, a laughter in his voice.

Nath sighed and ran a hand through in thin hair. "You didn't do any-"

"No no, oh god no! I just said I'm not interested. I think that was enough for her to be offended."

"She's not your type?" he probed gently, curious.

Vikram was silent for a moment and then burst out with sudden emotion, "Why does it matter? Why one single woman and one single man can not stay without having an affair? Ye saala bollywood-" Nath hushed him, noticing the people around.

"Sorry." Vikram said, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

"I get it. Years ago, when I told my father I was gay-"

"You're what??"

Nath felt like he made a tremendous mistake in judgement. But he was a grown man dammit, he will hold his ground!

"I said I am gay." Nath held his gaze. Vikram Kumar stared back, unknown range of emotions passing. Eventually he broke the gaze, ran a hand through his own balding hair and sat back.

He shook his head. "I am not gay, if that's why you-"

"That wasn't-"

"I'm NOT. I like women. I- I mean men are good too. I. I don't-"

Nath couldn't help it. He broke into a loud laugh. Like Vikram had performed some excellent comedy sketch.

Vikram punched him lightly on his shoulder, a smile evident on his face.

"I just meant, men, women. All are same to me. Honestly, I didn't mind being married to Sheela. I provided for her, I cared for her wellbeing. Our.. bedroom relations were less ideal but I didn't shut her out. I did my duty."

"I'm guessing she wanted someone who didn't see her as a duty?"

Vikram shrugged. "She was nice about it. Told me plain and simple she found someone else. We didn't have kids. It was easy. Well. As easy as it could be. She told the court I was impotent for swift divorce. I agreed. It caused drama in families though, which is why I asked for a transfer."

"Mrs Bhagwan died at a really opportune moment then."

They both shared a laugh and things fell silent once again.

"So you are... one of those," Vikram tried to say casually.

The elderly couple had left. A newly wed looking one took their place. Nath suddenly felt he was thrown back in time.

"I don't have much family," he started. "Mother died when I was young. Theirs was a love marriage, quite unusual for the times. They had run away and so had lost their families. My father raised me well enough; started pestering me for marriage when I got the job at 22. I kept avoiding for few years. But eventually I had to tell him. I wasn't going to ruin some poor woman's life." Nath looked pointedly at Vikram. Vikram didn't take offence. Just laughed self-consciously. Mark in his favour etc etc.

"Father raged for days. Didn't raise his hand on me, didn't tell anyone else but we fought a lot. It wasn't that he denied my condition. He just wanted a family. On some level we understood each other. I realise it now. I knew he wanted me to marry because he didn't want his hard fought family to die with me. And I guess, he probably knew what it meant to love someone you weren't supposed to.

He died soon after."

"When you were thirty, I remember you telling me."

Nath nodded. "I was free. I had a place of my own. A job. No family to hide myself from. I felt guilty over feeling relieved. I felt angry at being guilty. Then came sadness over being angry. That sadness stayed for a decade."

Vikram asked, "So you never...?

Nath shook out of his trip to memory lane. "Hm?"

"Are you? A bramhachari? Did you ever find-"

"There were some men here and there. Obviously there wasn't going to be a relationship," Nath scoffed. "If you know where to look, you can find release. But after Father died, I don't know, I rarely ever went looking for anybody. I didn't have it in me."

Vikram laughed. "Look at us. Two old men, all on their own, no happy family for us."

"Speak for yourself, I'm barely a day over 40," said the man, almost 50.

Vikram laughed again, looking at him with such fondness in his eyes. Nath felt sharp fear for a moment. Then he decided to be an adult again.

"You look well for your age too."

"Nath..."

Nath shivered at hearing his name. It was an intimate name. People didn't say it much. But it fit in Vikram's mouth.

"I don't want to change anything," Vikram said. "I'm happy as things are. It's ideal. I can't offer anything more."

Nath got up, brushing dust from his pants. It had gotten late. They were alone at the circle. A vehicle passing by to remind them of the world that exists.

"I'll take whatever you can offer," he said, looking away from him.

"Friendship? For as long as I live?" Vikram held out his hand.

Nath looked at it. Big, warm. Hairy. Pale skin where the wedding ring used to sit. He extended his own and took it.

"As long as I live."

... Let me know if you like it enough to see some other prompts involving them... I have so many headcanons for them.

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drethanramslay · 4 years

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A funny thing called Fate- Prologue

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Aisha Khurrana)

Word Count: 2.8K words

Series Masterlist

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Warning: None really, just a little cursing

Author’s note: I had been listening to Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan and that is actually the primary spark which led me to come up with this series. Shout out to @mvalentine and @anotherbeingsworld fo letting me bounce my crazy ideas <3

AHHH so it is finally here!! This is my first time writing Bryce so I hope I can do justice to this beautiful man. This starts with Aisha’s (MC) POV and like I said, there will be a time jump. It would be first person when I’m writing in the past and then it will shift to third person when I’m writing the present. I think i should stop my rambling and let’s go!!

Terms you need to know-

-Bhaiya: Brother in hindi

-Beta: Technically it means ‘son’ but in most Indian families its used like a term of endearment too

- AIIMS, Delhi: Stands for All India Institute of Medical Sciences. This is one of the best medical schools in the country and Only 100 people out of 200,000(or more) get in. So it is very cut throat.

10 years ago- Aisha's PoV

(Age: 16)

I am done.

Done with all the drama, done with all the lies, done with all the manipulations and done with all the heartache.

And most of all, I was done with him- the infamous Bryce Lahela.

The boy with the stupid long hair, the stupid signature smirk and the stupid charm. Those amber eyes which reminded you of the sand and sea and those lips on which an everlasting smile played used to be like a breath of fresh air. I always thought that he was so unique, but boy was I wrong.

All boys are the same.

I really thought that jocks like him would be different huh? Can someone just hand me my clown shoes?

But luckily, I don't have to see his face ever again because for once, instead of making a mockery of my existence, life decided to give me something that I really wanted badly.

A chance to leave all of this in my past. A chance to start over again.

My dad had a better business opportunity back in Mumbai. I am an Indian and we lived in Delhi since the time I was born but we shifted to Mauii when I was in the ninth grade because of how demanding dad's job was getting

Bhaiya chose to stay back in Delhi because his engineering college was there and he enjoyed the hostel life way too much. And he had finally managed to get out of our toxic household so I really could not blame him.

So yeah.. that is how I ended up in Maui in the first place.

It was okay in ninth grade. I kept to myself and blended in with the shadows (because hello social anxiety!). But... Tenth grade changed everything.

It was one of the best and worst year of my life and I often wonder if I could ever get over this.

I am definitely sounding like one of those over-dramatic Indian soap operas my mom watches every night.

"Aisha? Are you ready? The car is here beta."

"Yes, Mama. I am coming!! Just packing up some stuff."

Breaking out of my reverie, I stuffed in my phone and other essentials into my carry bag. As I was zipping up my luggage, I yanked open my closet door to see if I left anything behind my eyes landed on the shoebox I had stuffed in the back of my closet.

I gulped and I felt tears well up in my eyes again. A part of me wanted to take it for it had all the trinkets of the good things in my relationship with Bryce but, another part of me knew that if I took it with me, I would never be able to move on and that would completely defeat the purpose of this fresh start I have been looking forward to.

So with a heavy heart, I looked away and shut the door of the closet, picked up my luggage and left.

As the Uber pulled out of the curb I stared out of the window, to look at the beaches I had come to love and hate.

I liked Maui, I really did but all that it was reduced was a place where I was humiliated and belittled.

And it was all his fault.

PRESENT

(Age: 27)

"Oh my god. I'm gonna late!!" Aisha screeched as she saw the time on her phone. She shoved the duvet off her and jumped out of bed. She tried running to the bathroom in her small closet-sized apartment but it just ended up with her stubbing her toe against the coffee table.

"Ow ow ow." She cursed as she hobbled into the washroom and got on with her daily chores. Her hand-eye coordination was already awful and add that she was sleep deprived just made the entire thing worse. Stumbling, tripping, cursing she managed to brush her teeth and hop into the shower. The burst of cold water managed to wake her up as she furiously washed.

Why did I have to move into a room under a busy staircase?! This is why bhaiya says- Do your research. She angrily thought to herself as she wiped herself rigorously and zipped open her suitcase, searching for her semi-formal clothes.

Grabbing a granola bar and her trusty thermos of coffee, she was on her way to Edenbrook.

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As she entered the atrium, she was in complete awe. It looked big and majestic on the outside, with a clever mix of brick walls and the glass facade, making it look welcoming. Sunshine poured through the atrium as the various doctors and nurses worked around her, not giving mind to the clueless intern gawking.

"Hi, I'm Dr Ines Delarosa, a senior resident!! You look lost. Let me guess... the first day of residency?" A short woman in a doctor's coat walked up to her breaking Aisha from her awe, her aura full of happiness, rainbows and unicorns which made Aisha a little vary.

Is it normal to be this happy and energetic?

Aisha nodded hesitantly and the resident smiled a hundred-watt smile. "Great. You are gonna need a photo ID. Follow me, I will get you all set up." Wordlessly Aisha followed Ines, slinging her messenger bag over her shoulder, nervously playing with the strap.

It is going to be fine... Aisha breathed out as she entered a room with a white background and a camera before it. "Just step over here, in front of the camera and smile."

And waste my energy? No thanks.

She schooled her features to be as professional as she could and the flash of the camera went off. Aisha walked over the tangled wires and peeked at the screen. A serious face stared back at her, the lighting doing good to her brown skin. Her nose piercing caught light and her dark mahogany hair was tied up in a neat ponytail.

"Is it okay? Or do I need to retake the photo?"

"No, it is great! I like it. Thank you."

"Well I will just stick this on your ID.... and you are good to go!! I wish I looked that good in my ID." She said and cheerfully and once her eyes fell on the title a smile made its way on her face,

Dr Aisha Khurrana... It is real and it is true.

"My first day as a real doctor." she whistled lowly shaking her head as if she didn't believe it.

"I was in your shoes last year. Believe me, med school was nothing compared to this. Your three years of residency will be the toughest, most amazing year of your life!! But the first year as an intern will be the craziest of all."

As soon as the smile had graced her features, it slipped away and she nodded seriously. "I think I am ready for it. I have been dreaming and slogging my ass so that I could work in Edenbrook. Ever since I learnt that Ethan Ramsey worked here. His research basically pushed me to apply for med school."

Also, the fact that my parents can like shut up about me being worthless.

"That is great. I will just walk you to the locker room so that you can change into scrubs." Ines offered and Aisha gave her a small smile.

"So... Any advice?"

"Make friends..."

And I am out. She thought to herself. She always struggled with making friends and that is partly the reason why she would keep to herself all the time. Sure she did make a few gem of a friends in med school but if she had to choose between mingling with strangers and drowning, you know what she would choose.

"... with your interns, year senior residents, even your patients! Friends will get you through anything. And, uh, try to not annoy the Attendings! You do not want to get on your boss's bad side."

"Noted."

After changing she was just passing through the waiting room so that she could get to the orientation when she heard gasps from the seating area. A woman had collapsed on her seat and the people were crowding around her.

Her instincts kicked in and she ordered. "Give her space. Everybody step back! I'm a doctor."

She hurried over to the woman just as another doctor rushes in. He kneeled at her side and checked her pulse. "Pulse is weak. She's unresponsive." He looked up and his eyes landed on her.

"You Rookie. Get here."

"Right away doctor. Coming!" Aisha hurried over as the doctor lifted the fainted woman on to the nearby gurney.

"What was she coming in for? Did she fill out a form yet?"

"No, she'd just walked in."

The doctor's piercing blue eyes landed on her which made her straighten her back. "If we don't figure out what's wrong with her fast, she's going to die on this table. Rookie, check B.P."

Wrapping the blood pressure cuff around the unconscious woman's arm and she pumped the bulb, peering at the numbers.

"It's plummeting. She's hypotensive. We've gotta get fluids in her."

Aisha's eyes wandered over the woman's form, trying to search for more clues. Her eyes landed on the rapidly forming bruise on her elbow.

"Doctor... Look at this bruise. I think it's a sign that she is a haemophiliac."

The doctor replied in a gruff voice. "You think or you know?"

"I know."

"Good. Also can you see the way her fingertips are turning blue? It is a sign of low oxygen saturation in the blood. Take a closer listen to her lungs. Hurry."

She nodded assertively and slipped the resonator of the stethoscope over the ribs, straining to hear the diminishing whooshing of the lungs which made Aisha gulp in fear.

"Can't hear anything on the left side and the right side is struggling. She is going to suffocate at this rate." She spoke up , her voice struggling to stay calm but as she glanced at the older doctor, he seemed to be as cool as a cucumber.

"Nurse we have got a code blue." His authoritative voice boomed over as the nurses bustled around the gurney.

Taking the bag mask from the nurse, he secured it around the patient's mouth and gently pump air into her lungs.

"What do we do, Doctor? What's happening to her?" She asked as she noticed the reducing breath rate.

He looked up. "Consider all the clues. It's all there. You know this, Rookie."

Aisha closed her eyes and took a deep breath, realigning her focus, delving deep into her mind, analyzing the clues.

Hemophilia... low blood oxygen... no lung expansion on one side...

Her brown eyes snapped open as it struck her. "It's a haemothorax!"

A twinkle of approval flickered in the ocean eyes, which vanished as soon as it came. "Precisely. A blood vessel ruptured and is filling her pleural cavity..."

"... Blocking her lungs from expanding! That's why she can't breathe." Aisha completed the sentence.

Fuck.

"But we can't repair the blood vessel over here."

The older doctor's jaw clenched. "Then we will have to do a emergency thoracotomy to drain the cavity instead. Nurse!"

The nurse hustles around handing her a scalpel and a chest tube, her eyes widening in shock.

She gulped, her nervousness spiking as she sees the doctor lift the shirt of the patient, exposing the side of her rib cage.

"We need a local anaesthetic-"

The doctor interrupted her. "We're out of time and she is already unconscious. Do it now, or the woman's life is on you!!"

She gritted her teeth with determination. I am not loosing a patient on my first day.

She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. It is just like anatomy class only... this isn't a cadaver but a real person.

But that statement, instead of calming her, it just caused the scalpel to shake in her hand.

The doctor reaches and encompasses her hand. "Hey... You can do this."

Aisha nods stabilizing herself and focusing solely on the older doctor's voice, before she looked down.

"There you go... Nice and easy."

Incision at the fifth intercostal space... anterior.. to the mid axillary line...

And when she was confident enough, she made the perfect incision, a trickle of red following the path of the scalpel.

"Now the tube."

She took and pushed it into the incision and with a spurt, blood started draining out of the chest cavity resulting in the patient to take a deep breath.

Holy shit I did that. I freaking did that.

In the daze of endorphins, she heard the doctor order her surgery, the nurses wheeling the gurney and the onlookers applauding.

She turned towards the attending, excitement pouring out of her in waves. "Doctor.. that was absolutely amazing!!"

It's was as if a switch flipped and the grumpier and sarcastic facade took place. "You're right. It is pretty amazing you didn't get her killed."

Aisha's jaw dropped.

"Wait, what?"

The doctor rambled off, pointing out her mistakes. "Your examination was slow and superficial. Your scalpel technique, amateur at best."

It took all her might to not scoff.

Excuse me I graduated from AIIMS Delhi, thank you very much.

Swallowing the dying need to go off she spoke in a professional tone. "Amateur? I'm sorry, doctor but it is my first day."

"Well, that is not an excuse you can use because if that patient would have died, the blood would have been on your hands..." He lifted the badge attached to her breast pocket scrutinizing on the surname.

"... Khurrana."

He tossed the id back to her, turned on his heels and walked away, leaving a steaming Aisha in her place.

"What a dick." She muttered under her breath.

"Yeah and I'm totally in love with him." A nurse appeared magically out of thin air near her, causing her to jump in surprise.

The kind eyed nurse just rolled his eyes and placed a hand on her shoulder which had Aisha bristling. "Don't worry about it, Dr Ramsey is like that to everybody."

Aisha's jaw dropped for the second time. "Wait... Dr. Ramsey as in Dr. Ethan Ramsey?!"

Shooting a knowing glance, he spoke up. "I take it, you're a fan?"

"He's only my medical hero and greatest inspiration. I've read all his research!" Aisha rushed off, horror and excitement rushing through her.

Oh my god I managed to piss of my one medical hero.. I'm such a dumbass.

Noticing the horror of her expression he gave a gentle smile. "On the bright side, you'll get plenty more chances to impress him."

She sighed and looked down to see that her scrubs were stained with blood.

First impression is last impression beta, always remember that. Her father's voice resonated in her mind.

"Dammit, I'm here for five minutes and I'm already a mess. I can't show up to orientation like this!"

"Don't sweat it. There are extras in the locker room. Come I will show you the way..."

She walked into the locker room, looking for her assigned locker. There was a crowd of half naked interns and after mumbling a couple of 'excuse me's', and rubbing shoulders (literally) she made it the end of the room.

As she turned she knocked into another woman in nothing but her undergarments.

"Uh...um.. okay then." Aisha stuttered as she felt the back of her neck heating up.

Thanks to my brown skin no one can see me getting flustered.

"What? See something you like?" She asked cheekily in an Indian accent which eased Aisha up a bit.

"Ha, you wish."

"Aren't you cute?" The woman snickered as she reached for her pants.

"That's what people say, so it must be true."

She reached for her full sleeve shirt before looking Aisha's way. "Desi?"

Aisha snorted. "Obviously. And I'm guessing you too."

"Of course. And I'm guessing that you are definitely not wearing those scrubs."

"What? Didn't you hear? Bloody clothes are like the new trend around here."

There was a moment of silence before both of them started laughing.

"It's good to meet someone from home." Aisha spoke as she pulled her scrub shirt off.

"Woah, woah, woah. Don't count on that yet. I need to see if you are gonna get in my way in this competition."

Aisha smirked as she shut her locker. "Can't say I'm surprised. Can't be desi if the sense of competition isn't ingrained in your DNA."

"Oh my god never thought that I would see Jackie's twin." A familiar manly voice wafted over to them.

Wait a second...

"Shut up scalpel jockey, this is our kind of bonding."

"Oh please, don't scare the newbie aw- oh."

Oh.

She was standing right in front of him. Face to face. The playful amber eyes, with flecks of brown hadn't changed. The long shoulder length hair had been cut and styled to be short and messy.

There was no trace of the surfer boy she met in Maui. He was a man through and through but still, the youth in his eyes poured out in waves, reminding her of the sandy beaches.

But right now those amber eyes were wide with shock.

It's not everyday that you meet your ex of ten years in the locker room of your new job.

"Aisha?"

".... Bryce?!"

HEHEHEH AWKWAARRDDD

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thewhizzyhead · 3 years

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you very much Should Keep going (if you’d like) I’m reading your tags like 👀👀👀 I wanna know More!!!

dude believe me i only just thought up 90% 9f this while doing my math homework last night so yea this is very barebones and this is very very new have very little to offer but um imma try to explain a bit more fjdjdc SO ANYWAYS GRADE 11

Warning: this is very long and I am very sorry aaAAAA also i only just thought of this last night and a while ago while attending class so um yea it's chaotic.

the songs i've mentioned so far in the tag ramble aren't um consecutive so yeah there are a lot of blank spaces in between fjsjsj and yea I haven't figured out the other leads and their arcs yet (probably 5-6 leads). for now um the planned songs feature 3 of the leads:

Kate - basically answers the question of What If Eva Sanchez Was The Protagonist and What If Eva Sanchez Saw The Hell That Is Don't Even (in this show, this song is called "Anakpota?" or "The Fuck?"); she's a transferee and is having a bit of a hard time adjusting to the new school environment; her reasons for transferring run a bit deeper than just "humanities is a lot more interesting than stem or business shits"; i guess her main character themes are burnout, the want for childlike wonder again and overcoming the fear that comes with chasing what you really want and no i am definitely not self projecting what are you guys talking about smh rhhdhs /hj (altho i admit that this is loosely based on my own experience with deciding to transfer schools) and yea she's a very closeted lesbian that slowly starts to comes out to others and to herself more throughout the course of the show. and also she gets a girlfriend YAY

Noel - rn i don't have that much planned out for him cause u know barebones plot but so far um i guess he's the chill dude, overall good guy, rantaro amami from danganronpa v3 vibes, and he's initially framed as the "love interest" for Kate esp in the song "Ikaw Ba Ay..." or "Are You..." (i wanted that to be a play on the typical Filipino Teen Hetero Romance CAUSE THAT SHIT IS IN EVERYWHERE JFJSJD I AM GONNA MAKE A WHOLEASS RANT ON THAT SOON AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME) but surprise motherfucker BOTH OF THEM ARE GAY AND BOTH BOND OVER IT AND BECOME BEST FRIENDS YAY WOOOO i kinda want him to be like the typical "Filipino Teen Heartthrob" star student with the twist being that he's gay and not make that a throwaway joke cause um yea that's a throwaway joke here that someone who is real catch for the heteros but is actually gay is "sayang" or "worthless" here.

Ella - ngl she is probably gonna end up as the main lead here fjdjd i'd say she has riley+chess vibes aka The School's Hotshot Achiever and Student Leader That Is Very Intimidating But Is Actually Really Freaking Kind and i guess with a dash of Kate Dalton-ish snark. Like i said the plot is barebones rn so i dunno anything but i do imagine them being the one that drives the plot forward due to her outspokenness. I also imagine her to be the one (along with Noel) that makes Kate a lil bit more comfortable with her sexuality and yup you guessed it Ella is gay too (bi to be specific oh and she uses she/they pronouns) and altho still a bit closeted, they're a bit more comfy with it. also they become Kate's gf yay!

those are the leads that i have kinda planned out so far but yea i still gotta expound kna lot of atuff and make up more leads for this but then again i just started conceptualizing this last night so ANYWAYS HERE ARE THE OTHERS SONGS THAT I LITERALLY JUST THOUGHT UP LAST NIGHT (aside from the ones already mentioned)

+ "Nakakapanibago" or "Well This Is New" - Ella and Kate work together on a school project aaand gay panic ensues. both of them take turns in addressing the audience and panicking over each other in um er an "Oh My God She's Very Fucking Cute What The Fuck" way. it kinda has What Is This Feeling from Wicked vibes if you remove the aggression and antagonization jdjsd and i kinda emphasize on how overwhelmed they are cause for Kate, everything - from the school to the subjects to the people - is new and her attraction to Ella is like a cherry bomb on top of a chaos cake while for Ella, who has studied in the school since kindergarten which is why nothing about the school fazes her anymore, Kate is a literal breath of fresh air and the spontaneity scares them and excites them at the same time. The number is comedic (and is chance for me to add a shit ton of wordplay cause yAY WORDPLAY) but i guess also hints at their fears which will definitely come into play later.

+ "Mabuting Laban" or "Good Fight" - a group number led by Ella, this is the first song in the musical that isn't mostly comedic. like um the musical so far (before this song) is mostly somewhat of a parody-just-for-laughs-don't-take-this-seriously piece but with this, the show finally hints to something a lot more serious and insightful. so basically ella tells kate (this scene comes right after the Nakakapanibago sequence) that they have noticed that the latter is um very very shocked at the blatant show of LGBTQ+ stuff. Kate mentions that altho many students have since then spoke up for LGBTQ+ acceptance, things were a lot more conservative back in her former school (once again wooo definitely not self projection /hj) so like seeing all this is very new to her. Ella then mentions that things weren't always like that - a lot of fighting had to be done in order to get to that point. and because most of the students already were branded with a rebellious reputation (for a lot of delinquent behavior), they really didn't give a fuck anymore if they were being controversial or not. What mattered was that they would make the school environment a lot more welcoming for themselves and for others. That sentiment is also shared by other leads singing along as they go out of their way to ensure a much better environment for everyone (in terms of lgbtq+ rights, undoing the stigmatization of mental health matters, student activism yadda yadda)

(oh and also this kinda serves as something that bridges the prejudices between the two schools since Ella's school is famous for a lot of student delinquency while Kate's former school is famous for being known as the "Best School In The Region With The Best Students" (which is why Ella understands why the students in Kate's school are a bit more hesitant to speak up because Kate's former schoolmates got way too much to lose) and the rivalry those schools have with each other cause students from ella's school think those from kate's school are pompous little shits while those from kate's school think that ella's schoolmates are delinquents and yes this is commentary on the dynamic my former school'scstudents and my current school's students share) (i should probably give this its own song)

+ "Ayoko" or " I Don't Want It" - (this does not come right after Mabuting Laban fjsjd i honestly dunno where to put this) this comes right after a conversation regarding her reputation in her former school and yea this is Kate poking fun at the "I Want" song musical trope. Like um she addresses the audience saying something along the lines of "oooohh wow complicated backstory exposition! you are probably expecting a song rn ala "How Far I'll Go" from Moana but guess what bitches fuck you all cause i'm gonna sing a song about the things I don't want just to fucking annoy you." it starts off as incredibly satirical and um Kate Dalton-vibes all throughout the scene with lots of pettiness which will then gradually transition to her singing about how she threw all the opportunities presented to her by the former school just because she really didn't want to do them and was tired of saying "yes" just to be enough for them. She then starts singing about her taking control of her own narrative by finally leaving the school. She still laments about those lost opportunities and admits that she still kinda wants to pursue those, but if she has to sacrifice rest for greatness, then she doesn't want it. The song ends with a verse akin to most I Want songs as she finally admits what she really wants the most: rest and wonder.

also here's a verse i made up just a while ago

Diyos ko, sabihin mo, ano pa ang kailangan kong gawin/upang mabawi ang mga ninakaw sa akin/upang maibalik ang pag-asang nawala/upang sa wakas ako'y makakapagpahinga/sapagkat hindi na ako nagnanais ng kadakilaan/ang hinihingi ko lamang ay ang aking kabataan

translation (i'll try my best to make it rhyme): My God, tell me, what else do i have to do/so I can take back all that they have taken from me/so that I can bring back the hope I've long so been deprived of/so that for once in my life, I'll be able to breathe/ cause I no longer want all the greatness that you say I could've had/ I only want to wonder, I only want my childhood back

+ "Halos Lagi Nalang"or "Almost Always The Same" - if this sounds familiar yes i rambled about this before gjdjdjd I started conceptualizing this song even before i even started conceptualizing the musical. So yea this is in Act 2 the song starts with mentioning the exhaustion that comes with being an LGBTQ+ teen in the philippines cause yup same old conservative religious bullshit same old same old shit and despite many a lot of people advocating for LGBTQ+ rights, nothing ever changes around here because well conservative religious bullshit. so yea this is kind of an extension of "Good Fight" but make it more about the burnout felt by a lot of teens that want something better than whatever we have right now. Then it will also apply to the other causes that the leads fight for (activism,destigmatization of mental health stuffs, etc). I'd say it's a combination of Before the Breakdown + Move On musically speaking (yea PMA has influenced me by a LOT). eventually this becomes one of the star numbers fo the show cause yea all the leads will do a shit ton of singing and harmonizing (but for here i'd say Noel and Kate have a tiny bit more of the spotlight since for now they are the ones with the very LGBTQ+ based plotlines). I really REEAAALLY want this song to work aaaa i've been playing around with the melody a lot recently and if i can't write the whole musical, then i'll be content with at the very least writing this song

+ "Try Lang Natin" or "Let's Try It Out" - this is a very barebones sequence atm but basically it's a scene where both Kate and Ella come to terms with their fears related to uncertainty and go "fuck it we don't know jackshit about the future anyway so why not ondulge a bit and ejoy what we have today" and decide to start going out with each other YAYYYYY and also this is like one of the few scenes here were Ella is much more visibly nervous compared to everyone else in the scene so yay for helping each other come to terms with their own vulnerabilities WOOOOO (also paige i remember you saying once that kate and eva could've had a Forever reprise duet right? And correct me if i'm wrong but i think u said it could be about eva assuring kate that she won't go anywhere? WELP I'M STEALING THAT JFJSJJDF /lh /hj AND YUP KATE AND ELLA ARE BASICALLY UM KINDA KATEVA IF YOU SQUINT SO THANK YOU PAIGE FOR THAT IDEAAAA)

AND THAT'S IT SO FAR WOO THIS TOOK ME 5 HOURS TO TYPE IT ALL OUT FJDJSJFF i'm kinda impressed with this ngl considering that i literally started making this up last night and i hope that i can make something out of it woo

And if you guys somehow reached the end of the post and have read every single thing, I'm sending you a lot of hugs and a lot of milkshakes

#paige i am so so sorry it took a long time and i am so sorry that the response is VERY VERY LONG DJXJS #but i hope you liked it!#the ask cheered me up btw fjsjx like i wasnt expecting anyone to be interested but then u sent the ask and YAY KRKDJ #if anyone has any questions or comments or anythjng then um feel free to um hit me up with them YAYYYYY #okay to rb btw if you wanna express ur opinions in the tags #i like hearing other people's opinions on my rambles so feel free to do so if you wanna #thanks for the ask paigeee #paige! (literally riley)#ask me stuff #hmm i should make a tag for this #Izzy's rambles and shit #yea that

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secretagentspydetectiveninja · 4 years

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im two days late but fANG YA GOTTA DO FANG

AHHHH THANK YOU SMOLLYA IM ALWAYS UP FOR GUSHING ABOUT FANG

Favourite thing about them: This sounds completely counterintuitive but I love that he’s so annoying!!! There’s a reason I call him “whiny emo brat” and I mean it as affectionately as possible because he just is. He’s so petty and jealous and it’s the most hilarious and endearing thing. The more salty he’s being, the more I want to remove him from Kaizo’s custody and adopt him as my own little brother because he deserves a better sibling than that. Also, emo solidarity.

Least favourite thing about them: His dumb fashion sense oh god at least the Galaxy longcoat cape thing looks fine, but in BBBM2 he put the belt over the coat??? Bro what are you doing????? And don’t even let me get started on the fashion tragedy that is the mushroom helmet

Favourite line: it’s from the Hindi dub but in the OG show when he said “aur mujhe aisa nahi lagta ke tUM MUJHSE BAYTAR HO!!” (”And I don’t think that yOU’RE BETTER THAN ME!!” It’s good in all dubs but especially iconic in Hindi)

brOTP: all of the main squad!! Listen, Fang’s enemies-to-friends arc with them in the OG show was amazing. He goes from hating them (and especially BBB for the unforgiveable crime of being popular) to sort of tolerating them in a frenemy way, to betraying his own bro just to help them and even choosing to stay with them. It is GLORIOUS and actually makes me cry for real.

OTP: as a chronic shipper of goth-prep couples, obviously Boboiboy. All the yin-yang and ship tease is a pleasantly surprising bonus. (Also lowkey Ying, cause it’s cute. And Marinette. Don’t ask. No actually, please do ask, I’m dying to talk about Fanginette.)

nOTP: Hmmm... well I think of the Shieldblings as being more like siblings to him than Kaizo is, so them I guess?

Random headcanon: He listens to earthling emo music like MCR, FOB, P!atD, etc

Unpopular opinion: I don’t want to say he’s overrated, because I adore him to pieces and talk about him a lot, but like... hey fandom there’s other characters in the show too lmao

Song I associate with them: “POPULAR” BY ERIC SAADE (PERFORMED AT EUROVISION IN 2011 REPRESENTING SWEDEN) IT’S LITERALLY JUST FANG’S LIFE AS A SONG AND IT KILLS ME DEAD EVERY TIME I LISTEN TO IT

Favourite picture of them:

I mean, could I really pick anything else?

#random stuff #aish answers stuff #findmeinthevoid

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will-die-without-chai · 5 years

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Black thread [काला धागा]

A/N: A few days ago I saw this post and suddenly got this idea in my head. And then I stress wrote it today. In desi culture, a black thread or a ‘kala dhaga’ is worn around ankles, wrists, waists to ward off the evil eve. Personally in my house, kisd who get hurt too much have black threads tied around their ankles. It is believed that the black thread keeps away negative vibes.

Words: 1k

Warnings: A few swear words, a few words in hindi which are roughly explained in context (actual translations in the end), Clint keeps getting hurt.

Summary: Avengers Initiative’s latest recruitment Agent L/n witnesses her fellow avenger constantly getting hurt and decides to do something about it.

Clint sat on the couch by the fireplace in the avenger compound as he cleaned his arrows.

“Ow!” This exclamation of pain caused Agent L/n, newly recruited, who was buried nose deep into a book to look up.

“What’s wrong Clint?” She asked, a bit concerned about the reason of his anguish. Her mind went to the gunshot wounds he had acquired a few weeks ago on a mission and she prepared herself to take him to the medic bay in case there was something wrong with them.

“I poked myself with an arrow. It hurts.”

She let out a relieved sigh and offered to apply a bandage over it but got back to reading when he declined the offer.

She had only settled back again when an another cry of pain reached her ears. Startled because of the sudden sound of distress she looked up to see Clint sitting in a pool of tea, the teacup on his feet.

“Oh my god Clint!” She threw her book aside and got to him, got him up and took him into the kitchen to wash off the tea and asses the damage done.

“The tea cup was hot and it slipped my hand. Luckily I already had a sip. It tasted good. You’ve gotta teach me how you make it Y/n.” He said, still wincing.

Fortunately, the tea wasn’t too hot and he wasn’t burned. “Hmm. Sure. But are you sure you’re okay?” Y/n muttered, still apprehensive about his state, worried that his fall down a few steps earlier in the day had compromised his motor skills.

“I am fine.” He smiled, patted her shoulders and sauntered out of the kitchen, leaving a very confused and concerned Y/N behind.

“Fuck!” He wailed again. Apparently he had stubbed his toe on the kitchen counter.

Y/n shrugged and got back to her book. An hour later a very disgruntled looking Natasha huffed and sat on the couch Y/n was sitting on.

“Hey Nat. You look peeved. What’s wrong?” She said, as she heard her huff beside her.

“Oh it’s nothing unusual. Just Clint’s incessant complaining. That man has like 4 gunshot wounds but he is complaining about a papercut. He always does this! Somehow to him gunshot wounds are nothing compared to a papercut.” Nat grumbled. Y/n patted her shoulders wondering how often this happened.

She was about to get back to her book when another crash resonating through the kitchen reached their ears. Y/n had abandoned the idea of getting to read the book that had only begun to take an interesting turn.

“Ugh. That better not be you Clint or I am going to take your own arrow and push it so far your ass, you’ll be tasting it.” Natasha screeched and got up to chase the person who was the reason for the crash which was found out to really be Clint.

A few hours later Agent L/n was seen roaming around the Avengers compound, something that looked very similar to butter cookies tin in her hand.

“Cookies or sewing kit?” A familiar but unexpected voice startled her as she was peering into a room, probably searching for someone.

“Huh?” She uttered as she came face to face with a very amused Tony.

“Well as you may know agent L/n, even I am half Indian and I have had enough experiences in my life that have taught me that such tins” he said knocking the lid of the tin box “more often than not contain sewing kits.”

Y/n grinned and opened the tin to reveal a few needles and threads of various colours housed in an organized manner in the box. Tony groaned. “I was hoping it contained cookies. But it seems like you were searching for someone, yes?”

“Yes I am searching for Clint. Do you know where he is?”

“I may not. Last time I saw him, he was being chased by a very livid Natasha. I don’t even know if he is alive at this point or not.” This made Y/n roll her eyes.

“But why are you searching for him, sewing kit in hand?”

“Arre, have you seen that guy? He has hurt himself about 5 times in a span of few hours! Mujhe nahi pata wo insaan zinda kaise hai, sach mai.” She said, hindi leeched its way into her sentences showcasing her confusion and frustration. “So I’ve decided, mai uske pairon pe kala dhaga bandh dungi. Bhagwan hi bachae use.”

Tony nodded solemnly and pulled his shirt up to reveal a black thread tied around his waist. “My nani tied it the last time I paid her a visit. It has worn out now. I’ll have to renew it I guess.”

After conversing for a bit with tony about his grandmother, Y/n set out again on her conquest to find Clint, which she did soon.

He was sitting in the combat room, nursing his hand and sporting a black eye.

“Oh god, did Natasha hit you that bad, Barton?” she said as she settled to sit beside him.

“No. She just punched me in the face. It’s just this paper cut that’s bothering me.” He said putting his hand up and wincing as Y/n touched the finger trying to find where exactly he was cut.

“Ooh! That hurt.” He said pulling his hand back. Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Barton, raise your pants. Show me your ankles.” She demanded as she searched through the kit.

“I’ll have you know I am a married man with kids Agent L/n. please don’t do anything that shouldn’t be done to married men. Also what kind of a criminal are you? Storing needles in a cookie tin?”

She ignored his words and took out a roll of black thread.

“Your ankles, clint.” She said again and this time he complied.

“This is a black thread. Back at my home, black thread is tied on ankles, wrists, waists, necks or toes to ward off the evil eye, or to protect klutzes like you from killing yourselves.” She explained as she masterfully wound the black string around his ankle and put a knot. Satisfied with her work she looked up to see a grinning Clint.

“Let’s see if your black thread can save me from the hello kitty bandages my daughter will insist on putting on all my wounds.”

Agent L/n chuckled.

A/n : Translations:

1) Mujhe nahi pata wo insaan zinda kaise hai, sach mai.: Trust me, I cant understand how that person is still breathing.

2) mai uske pairon pe kala dhaga bandh dungi: Bhagwan hi bachae use: I’ll tie a black thread on his wrist. May got protect him.

3) nani: maternal grandmother

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#desi au mcu #just desi cheezein #clint barton #clint barton fanfiction #marvel reader insert #marvel desi reader insert #desi reader #clint is a kultz #aadi writes

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assclass-stories · 6 years

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i need some karmagisa *-* prompt: post e-class. Karma invites Nagisa to his dorm for a weekend to watch the new Sonic Ninja movie. When Nagisa arrives and notices two things. Karma (who opens the door half naked) has absolutely no sense of shame and the feelings he had for his best friend are still there. Can he survive the weekend without karma noticing?

I loved writing this one. I had to make it a little shorter than I wanted, but I hope you enjoy!

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Nagisa wasn’t nervous until Karma opened the door.

He didn’t expect to feel the way he did when his friend opened the door to welcome him in. He should have expected it, really. He and Karma were best friends, why should it have been so unusual for him to open the door like that?

Except, like that is probably the last thing Nagisa needed. Sweatpants, no socks. And no shirt. No shirt. Looking at Nagisa eagerly, with his eyebrows raised and a welcoming grin. Nagisa felt his heart catch in throat. God, he hadn’t seen Karma without a shirt in years… Nagisa thought fast, before his face could show too much surprise, and carefully placed that feeling of confusion and longing in the back of his head.

Karma leaned against the doorframe and let out a small laugh. “Yo, Nagisa.”

Nagisa blinked, then smiled back. “Hey, Karma.”

Karma grinned wider and suddenly reached forward and caught a rather startled Nagisa in a tight hug. Nagisa choked, immediately tensing a little. Even after all these years, even shirtless (he remembered that he was hugging a shirtless Karma), Karma always smelled the same - a weird mixture of incense and sweat - but it was a familiar smell all the same. His skin was smooth, and his hair was freshly washed, the lingering scent of shampoo swirling in the air. “You’re- ngh.” Nagisa squeaked.

Karma pulled back, but didn’t look at all regretful of his attack hug. He was still happy, traces of a lopsided grin still etched on his face. Nagisa gave an exasperated huff. “Any reason you’re not wearing a shirt?” He muttered.

“It’s too hot for a shirt.”

“It’s early March, Karma…” Nagisa still smiled a little.

Karma stepped back to let Nagisa into his dorm room. “Come on in - kinda messy in here.” He said, and Nagisa couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that he didn’t actually apologize for the mess - he really hadn’t changed at all.

And, wow, his dorm was a mess (a disaster, really): clothes, blankets, pillows and socks were strewn all over the floor. There were several empty beer cans on the end table (four to be exact). The TV (small as it was) was blaring an old American comedy show that Nagisa couldn’t name (or even understand) with a gun to his head. On the other side of the room, the window was open, and plenty of noises could be heard from outside, from car music to birds chirping to wind blowing though the trees. Nagisa rolled his eyes, just a little. Honestly… Karma caught his stare. “Yeah, sorry. Roommate.”

Nagisa deadpanned. “You’re telling me your roommate did all this?”

“Of course.”

Nagisa looked over at the empty packets of mustard and wasabi on the countertop. “Those also belong to your roommate then?” He asked, pointing.

Karma followed his gaze and smirked. “Okay, those are mine.”

Nagisa also eyed the beer cans - the logo was some foreign language; it looked very much like Hindi. Exotic beer. “Those too?” He asked flatly. Karma gave a slightly sheepish smile. Now that he was actually standing in front of Nagisa in better lighting, Nagisa could get a clear look at him. His chest was still bare - with all the clothes lying around you would think he might’ve slipped on a shirt, but no - and his sweatpants hung loose on his hips. Nagisa realized that he could see the edge of Karma’s underwear, just peaking over the rim. He didn’t need to see all of it to know that it was fit tightly against Karma’s hips and legs. Nagisa could help but zero in on his V, which he could see the edge of, and - What am I doing?

If Karma noticed his staring, he didn’t say anything. He leaned against the countertop. “How’ve you been, Nagisa?”

Nagisa didn’t have anything to lean against, so he just stood, albeit a bit awkwardly. “Oh, I’m okay. College is proving to be a bit more difficult than I had expected.” He said. “Education degrees have a lot of requirements, so.”

“Yeah, well.” Karma turned around and walked over to the fridge.“College kicks everyone’s ass. You want anything? Drinks?”

“No, that’s okay.” There was a small beat of silence as Karma pulled out a cola for himself. “How about you?” Nagisa asked, although he was sure Karma wasn’t having too much trouble with his academics.

“I’ve been good. School’s good. It’s the people that suck.” He popped open the soda and took a sip, rolling his eyes. “Everyone here wants to be top dog - I guess that’s not surprising, considering what we’re all studying to be. I just don’t like it when people shove their achievements up my ass. I try to do my own thing.”

“Well, it’s not like you can beat them up for being annoying.”

Karma suddenly took a large gulp of the soda as if it were a strong alcohol. “True.” He sighed, wiping his mouth. “I might’ve done that, once upon a time.”

“Mhm.” Karma had changed a lot in that sense, Nagisa realized.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Karma suddenly asked, eager. He pointed at the couch. “Sit down - I’ll get the movie set up.”

The plan had been for them to get together to watch the brand new Sonic Ninja movie. It had just come out last week, and immediately Karma had shot Nagisa a text: hey, my roommate is traveling to see his parents next weekend, do you wanna come up here and watch the new SN movie w/me? Nagisa could hardly resist - Sonic Ninja was their jam. It always had been, ever since the two of them were kids.

Kids. It was interesting to Nagisa how he considered his middle school self practically a child. Back then, he had thought of himself as rather mature for his age - but then again, there were a lot of things that were different in middle school. Maybe he had been mature for his age, what with having to assassinate a teacher and all that. Everyone in that class had grown a lot from it, but then maybe that was the point of it all.

Of course, the one thing that absolutely hadn’t changed was the way Nagisa felt about Karma - or rather, how he apparently still felt. Nagisa didn’t think it would be so bad; he thought he had stopped crushing on Karma so intensely a while ago, but clearly he hadn’t. Sitting next to the redhead while watching Sonic Ninja didn’t do Nagisa any favors, either. Karma didn’t seem to be aware that Nagisa was at all uncomfortable sitting next to him while he was shirtless - Nagisa blinked rapidly. Get over it.

The movie was amazing, possibly even better than the movie Karma and Nagisa had gone to see together back in their first year of middle school (which had been his favorite of the series for obvious reasons). Karma clearly still held the same opinions on the director, commenting on various scene changes and fight sequences with a rather childish enthusiasm, which made Nagisa laugh. He had missed this - he had missed Karma. A lot. “Hey, where’s the remote?” Karma asked. “I wanna turn it up a bit…”

Nagisa looked around. “…I don’t see it. Maybe it’s on your side of the couch?”

Karma furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he glanced around, but then he looked over at Nagisa. “Oh- it’s over there.”

Nagisa blinked. “Where?”

Karma nodded to the end table on Nagisa’s end of the couch. “Right over there.” Before Nagisa could twist himself around to grab it, Karma reached across the couch with his entire (shirtless) body, and with a mumbled “Sorry.” he stretched over Nagisa’s small form to reach the remote.

Jesus, why did God feel the need to test him? Nagisa swallowed, staring at the smooth, tanned skin inches above his face. He knew that under romantic circumstances this position would probably be rather erotic, but…

Behind him, Nagisa heard a thumping sound. “What-”

“Sorry. Dropped it down the side of the couch. Hold on.” With that, Karma, instead of getting off of Nagisa, pressed into him further. However, Karma couldn’t really reach the remote that way. To solve that problem, he scootched himself forward, settling his knees on either side of Nagisa’s thighs.

Oh.

Karma moved against him, desperately trying to reach the remote. The movie was still playing - they would have to rewind it. “You could have just stood up, you know.” Nagisa muttered. He was really trying not to stare at Karma’s pectorals (they were literally right there), although he knew if he stared Karma wouldn’t be able to see it.

Karma laughed a little from somewhere over Nagisa’s head. “Maybe, but this is way more comfortable.”

“You’re literally straddling me.” Nagisa said dryly, before he could stop himself.

Karma was quiet for a second, then he chuckled. “Oops.” He giggled, suddenly sliding back. The remote was held in a tightly in his left hand. He had a weird look on his face - mischievous and endearing. “Sorry about that.”

Nagisa shook his head and nodded to the television. “We should rewind it.”

The rest of the movie was great, but Nagisa couldn’t completely focus on the movie. There were certain things that Karma did that he had completely forgotten about - he clearly hadn’t spent time with him in way too long. The way he sat across the couch, the way he drank his cola. The way he gasped when something exciting happened, like a toddler. The way he laughed. How had Nagisa spent this much time away from him? Even after all these years, the two of them were still best friends, but Nagisa suddenly realized that they had spent far too much time apart. They both need to visit each other more often. Of course, there was a part of his brain that knew this entire thought process was irrational, because you need to get over him!

When the movie was done, the two of them stood up and stretched. “That was amazing!” Nagisa exclaimed, and once again he was reminded of the time the two of them went to the movies, way back when they were twelve. He had said the same thing then.

Karma laughed. “Yeah, it was!” He said. “I mean, personally I thought the CGI could have been a little better but-”

“Wow.” Nagisa giggled. “Cut them some slack, the writing was more than enough to make up for it, don’t you think?” He put his hands on his hips and sighed. “They always have the best plot twists.”

“I disagree. Not all the time. Remember middle school?”

Nagisa’s brain went on pause for a fraction of a second. “Oh- yeah.”

“When we went to go watch the movie in Hawaii with Koro-Sensei. That plot twist wasn’t that great.”

Nagisa remembered. Karma had said that the villain being the hero’s long-lost sibling was a bit cliché. Karma was picky about films, even then. “You haven’t really changed much, have you?” Nagisa said amusedly.

Karma put both hands behind his head as his lips curled into a satisfied grin. “Nah.”

Nagisa hadn’t actually realized before now how close they were physically. Inches apart, in fact. They had seemingly drifted together while they talked, and now Nagisa was almost perfectly in line with Karma’s collar bone. “You and I need to hang out more.” Karma said suddenly.

Nagisa looked up at him - wow, when did he get so tall? -“Yeah, we do.”

“I forgot how much I missed you.”

Nagisa’s head snapped up farther to stare at Karma. It was a sincere comment, which was unusual for him, and Nagisa suddenly forgot why he had ever felt uncomfortable. “…Yeah. I missed you too.” He said quietly, looking Karma dead in the eye.

He didn’t expect the kiss, but when Karma’s lips were suddenly on his, he felt his entire world realign. He didn’t respond at first - the kiss ended as soon as it began, but Karma was looking at him with an unusual mix of mischief and trepidation. It reminded Nagisa of when he and Karma were kids; Karma hadn’t had that look in his eyes very often.

There was a small moment of silence, then Nagisa began to laugh, hard, running his fingers through his hair. “W-wow…” It was all so ridiculous. This. But that had really just happened. God, he had missed Karma.

And then Karma was laughing too. “I didn’t expect it to be so short, sorry.” He giggled.

Nagisa caught his breath. “What, that?”

“Y-yeah…” Karma sighed in a satisfied sort of way. “Kinda expected my first kiss with you to be a bit more…I don’t know. Grand.”

That made Nagisa laugh again, but before he could get caught up in it, he heard Karma say, “Let me try again.” before he drew Nagisa close and kissed him square on the mouth. Nagisa was smiling, but he returned the kiss, gently and slowly. It was everything he’d ever imagined it to be.

“Can we hang out more?” Karma murmured against Nagisa’s lips.

Nagisa smiled again, wide. “Duh.”

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Thanks for the ask!

#thanks for the ask!#karmagisa #karma akabane #akabane karma #nagisa shiota #shiota nagisa #requested

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cerastes · 6 years

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HEY DRIMO it's been a while since you did a big myth post so how about you tell me a cool story about my boi karna

Oh dear me, Hindu mythos, damn, ok, so, first rule of Hindu mythos is that you all have to wear your seat belts while reading this. If you don’t, you are susceptible to immense physical and spiritual damage, enough that it might kick you right out of the cycle of reincarnation, and then the Mythos Retelling Collective (MRC) will revoke my license due to Irresponsible Sharing of Intense Tales (art. 23847). Are you all strapped in? Y’all got your helmets? Alright alright, let’s get this show on the road.

SO, KARNA. I assume most of you are familiar with Karna having Big Strength and being god damn unkillable. Ok, so, it goes beyond that. It goes at least three Milky Ways in width beyond that. Originally known by his other name, Vasusena (and this dude has like 14 different names), Karna is the main protagonist of the Hindu epic, Mahabharata, and–

Oh, right, before I can tell you anything about the Mahabharata, or about Hindu mythos in general, I need to explain power levels. So you know how in Dragon Ball Z Abridged, Vegeta and Nappa use “Raditz” as a unit of measure for power levels and ki? “My power level is 500 Raditz.” “My power level is 23000 Raditz”, the joke being that Raditz was such a weak grunt that his meager total power can be used as a unit as you would with centimeters? Ok, this is actually canon in Hindu mythos. They have a scale of power levels, referred to as “Levels of Warrior Excellence”. The levels are:

Ardha-rathi: The lowest level, meaning literally “Half of a Rathi”. Read the next section for a more elaborate explanation, but this is Yamcha-tier, basically, the weakest of the badasses.

Rathi: It almost sounds like Raditz, doesn’t it? Well, Rathi is the unit by which all the other levels of Warrior Excellence are measured, as well as a rank by itself. A Rathi is an individual so powerful and skilled, that they can do battle with 1000 regular warriors simultaneously. This is the “Dynasty Warriors Playable Character” tier: Strong, but still susceptible to frames per seconds drops and getting stunlocked by arrows.

Atirathi: HERE is where things get spicy. An Atirathi is a warrior that can fight with six Rathi simultaneously. This is the level of strength possessed by Kevin by the time of Home Alone 2.

Ekarathi: You thought six was impressive? TRY EIGHT RATHI SIMULTANEOUSLY. We are entering Popeye-with-spinach levels of world-ending strength now.

Maharathi: The top level, the cream of the crop, the true definition of “Fuckhouse”. Those who reach this level are immensely powerful, and can do battle with 12 or more Rathi simultaneously. That is 12000 asses worth of whoopings. This is where you favorite Touhou is, obviously, and fuck what everyone else says.

Their measure of unit is basically “How many thousands of dudes can this person fight, or how many people that can fight a thousand people at once can this person fight?”, which, in other words, means that India has not fucked around a single day in it history.

So you might be wondering, “where’s Karna in all of this?”. Well, Chili Con Karna is SO MINDBOGGLINGLY STRONG AND SPICY that he is, literally, a Double Maharathi. Karna is stated to be “in terms of strength and skill, equal to two Maharathi warriors”. These peak jokers made this elaborate power level chart just so they could say “AND KARNA IS DOUBLE AS STRONG AS THE STRONGEST”. He is Two Gokus. Karna could literally look at you, without the laser, and you would just be atomized, restructured, and atomized again in the span of minus three seconds, and you would thank him for it. And damn RIGHT you would thank him for it, because he probably didn’t mean to do that to you. That’s because Karna, despite having more powers than Superman and God combined, is the Ultimate Good Boy. This dude is Puppy Kiss Central, this dude chips in on Pizza Thursday every week, and makes up for those who didn’t chip in. Karna lets you take the last chicken nugget. Karna lets you use Player 1 when you hang out at his place. Karna tells you to text him or call him once you get home after hanging out and he gets worried if you don’t. That dashing guy you saw doing volunteer work at the homeless shelter the other day? Probably Karna. The owner of Old Friends Dog Sanctuary? Definitely Karna.

He’s GOOD.

And that’s why the Mahabharata is so painful: I don’t speak Hindi, but I am pretty sure “mahabharata” translates directly to “Karna Has Bad Day :(”. Today, we’ll be talking about Karna’s Three Curses, with a little bit of his childhood for context on the first one, and because I just want to talk about his dumbass mom. Also that one time he clowned Arjuna and Planet Fucking Earth got mad at him.

SO, there was this lady named Kunti, princess of the Kunti Kingdom (yeah), and this one time she was the host to a sage named Durvasa, who was visiting. She is a most Excellent Host, and provided Durvasa with the best of services, the most delicious food, the most luxurious of drinks, and every volume of Detective Conan, and Durvasa was so stoked at this 10/10 Would Come Again service, that he gave Kunti a special boon: With a mantra he taught her, she now had the amazing power to get knocked up by any deity of her selection. Kunti was really happy with her new pregnancy powers, and couldn’t wait to try them out, so she did to call upon the Sun God Surya, and guess what fucking happened: That’s right, fucking happened. It was a violent and intense cyclone of sex so kinky that the baby was born with armor and earrings (in some versions, Surya “handed” the child to Kunti, but in others, which I opt to believe, Kunti bore his child, and his fat solar load was so powerful that the fetus was armored). And then Kunti was like “oh fuck it worked lol but I am not wed” and since she didn’t want to be an unmarried mother (refer to Hindu tradition for this one), so she did like many other Mothers In Mythology and she put Armor Baby on a basket and set him afloat on the rivER LIKE A REAL KUNT, IT WAS IN HER NAME ALL ALONG, WHY DO YOU ASSHOLES KEEP DOING THIS.

THE REST IS UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE THIS IS TURNING LONG.

Like many other Babies In Mythology, Armor Baby was found by someone, this someone being a charioteer named Adhiratha, but not just ANY charioteer, this was the chief charioteer of King Dhritarashtra, who I hope will forgive me if I wrote his name wrong, and was adopted by the charioteer and his wife, Radha. Armor Baby was given a name, Vasusena, and his pet name was Radheya among the locals. Being born an armored baby, it should come as no surprise Vasusena was interested in the military arts, and so he approached this really cool dude named Dronacharya who taught princes about warfare, BUT Drone told the armor kid to fuck the off because he only taught Kshatriyas (the military social caste in Hindu culture), but he was very impressed by Vasusena’s guts because this shit ass kid more or less just strolled into his house and said “HEY TEACH ME HOW TO BE A BADASS”, so he suggested to his father to change his name to Karna, which means “one who peels his own skin”, as a reference to his guts and totally not any sort of foreshadowing to anything NO SIR WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT.

So ok he got a cool name and whatever, bUT SEE, he still got told to fuck off, which he DIDN’T LIKE, so Cartman, not one to be daunted, sought out Dron’s own teacher instead, because fuck you, that’s why. So Kane finds him, name of Parashurama, and asks him BUT FIRST he disguises himself as a Brahmin, because Futurama only teaches Brahmins, and Karlos was not gonna make THE SAME MISTAKE TWICE. Panasonic agrees, seeing potential in this Double Goku kid and so begins the training arc. Result: Parashurama proudly announces that Karna is his equal in the art of warfare and archery. All this heaving and hoing gets my man Parmesan tired, though, so Karna, ever the good boy, offers his sensei his lap so he can sleep, sensei says fuck yeah and he uses his lap pillow. While he is sleeping, however, a very angry bee goes and stings the hell out of Karna’s thigh, but he’s got his sensei on his lap, which is like when you have a cat or a puppy on your lap and it falls asleep and you do not DARE move. So he didn’t, and this leads to a very important lesson to be learned in the Mahabharata: NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED. When he woke up, Parashurama saw the wound and the blood that flowed from it (and from this, I take bees in India are Cazadores from Fallout New Vegas) and immediately realized that Kane was NOT a Brahmin. This lie meant he had ILLEGALLY STOLEN INFORMATION, and so he cast a curse on Karna that made him forget everything about how to wield the divine weapon Brahmandra-astra, an immensely powerful divine weapon he learned to use, but Karna pleaded to please be reasonable, at which point Par realized, hey, maybe this is kinda excessive and impulsive, so he reduced the curse to make it so Karna would only forget it when he needed it the most against an equally powerful warrior, which IS NOT ANY FUCKING BETTER, and then he felt EVEN WORSE because Karna had basically been his best student ever and is a Good Person, so he gave him his own divine weapon, the Bhagavastra, as well as his bow, Vijaya. I mean, you could’ve just. Undone the curse. But hey. New weapons!

So Karna, a dedicated and excellent archer, was VERY HYPED to try out this new legendary bow he had come to own! There’s a thing in Hindu martial arts called “Shabdavedi Vidhya”, the art of hitting a target by detecting the source of the sound. What Karna didn’t consider is that shooting things by just detecting their sound, you know, means you are not REALLY LOOKING AT WHAT YOU ARE SHOOTING, but hey, like eager-to-try-new-toys mother, like eager-to-try-new-toys son. Three guesses as to what happened. You are RIGHT, HE SHOT A FUCKING COW. And it’s not with a little arrow or a harmless stick, this was with the Vijaya, which means that cow was obliterated off the face of this god damn planet. My dude was practicing “shooting at sounds” with a tactical nuke launcher. What the tits did he expect to happen. SEE, I’m sure you know, but shooting cows in India is not exactly something you just apologize about. But Karna, albeit not the brightest crayon in the box, was still Ultimate Good Boy, so he went to apologize to the owner of the cow, who happened to be an actual Brahmin who had performed the Agnihotra rite daily, which made him extra holy. Brahmin, of course, was pissed, and since apparently people in India just have a full moveset of curses ready to sling at a moment’s noticed, cursed Karna AGAIN, with this curse being “fated to die a helpless and callous death”. Not the best series of days for Karna. He could’ve just walked away, but he’s a Good Boy, so he had to take responsibility. NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED.

So I want to call attention to this bitch of a life for a second: Baby is born because some cunt used her super pregnancy powers to see if they worked without considering the consequences of, you know, getting super pregnant, Baby is chucked into a basket and sent to fuck off on the rapids, is picked up, immediately tries to enroll with a fighting master, instead enrolls with a SUPER fighting master that taught the previous fighting master, and gets double cursed for being a good boy and having bad trigger discipline.

Now, let’s skip a couple of chapters, and we arrive at the moment where the Pandava princes, all demi-gods, hosted a “tournament” of sorts to show off their skills to the people and to their guru, Drona. They were all having a good time, being badass and superpowered WHEN SUDDENLY Karna shows up and arrogantly challenges them because he knows he can do better, from what he has seen. One of the princes, Arjuna (kept you waiting, huh?), who was regarded by Drona to be the most powerful and skilled on the Pandava, told him to maybe fuck off, and that they couldn’t compete because they were above him, as his caste was no doubt lower than theirs. A certain pair of ears DID NOT LIKE THIS and jumped to Karna’s defense: Duryodhana is the name of the owner of said ears, and he’s got Authority. How much of it? Well, he just up and named Karna King of Anga then and there, just so he could compete. Holy SHIT. Now, see, Duryo hates the Pandava. Duryo REALLY, REALLY HATES the Pandava, and he was 100% behind supporting this random stranger if it meant he could possibly maybe humiliate these ugly sumbitches. Maybe. Ok, see, here’s where it gets a bit weird, but depending on who tells the tale, Duryo and Karna actually already knew each other and were childhood friends, but most tellings make this their first meeting, and I am absolutely on board with that, because it only goes on to show how much Duryo hated the Pandava, and divine people in general. He just fucking HATED gods, man. Can relate. So Karna goes and UTTERLY OUTDOES AND UPSTAGES the Pandava princes. Outright beats all their highscores and writes “ASS” in the 1st Place billboard on each entry as his name. They are all FURIOUS at him, especially Arjuna, who had aced every single event, and now had to wear a nice 2nd place on all of them because this absolutely nobody (no one knew Karna was the sun’s son yet) showed up and utterly pulverized them. This also starts his relationship with Duryo, with whom he’d become fast, and eventually, best friends.

BUT, SEE, HE KINDA GOT MADE A KING, SO HEY, HE HAD TO GO, UH, TEND TO THAT. He was checking his brand new sudden kingdom, when he came across a WEEPING CHILD. If there is one thing Ultimate Good Boy can’t stand, that’s the tears of children, so he approached the girl and asked what’s wrong. See, the girl had accidentally dropped her ghee (kinda like butter but less dense) and she was going to get her ass whooped by her step mother. Karna kindly offered to buy her new ghee, but she said it had to be THAT SPECIFIC ghee with the dirt on it, and that she didn’t want any other. Karna, in his infinite kindness, said “oh, sure, lol”, so he grabbed the dirt and squeezed it with all of his extremely godly might, extracting the ghee back into the jar as if squeezing water out of a sponge, because that’s just the kind of solution you come up with when you are the strongest person in Ever.

hey

you guys remember what I said a while ago?

WHY YES

NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED.

Guess what happened. Guess whose anger he incurred. He got Bhumi Devi/Mother Earth herself pissed at him. And what was her beef, you ask? Well, see, Karna squeezed that soil SO DAMN HARD that she took offense. Yes. Really. And guess whSHE FUCKING CURSED HIM TOO, OH MY GOD, CEASE THIS, YOU CAN’T JUST HEX A DUDE FOR SQUEEZING DIRTY, COME ON. The curse this time was that she would one day trap his chariot’s wheel during a crucial moment in his life. All because that little girl wouldn’t make do with a new jar of I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.

WORST. WORLD. EVER.

And guess how Karna dies.

Yes.

His chariot’s wheel gets trapped on the earth (third curse) during a crucial confrontation with Arjuna, he attempts to defend himself with his astral weapon, but forgets how to conjure it (first curse), and is decapitated by a shot of Arjuna’s Gandiva as he helplessly leans against the chariot’s wheel, unable to free it (second curse).

The moral of the story is don’t fucking help anyone, ever, and don’t own up to your mistakes, because if you do, you’ll be triple cursed.

Karna deserved better.

#tainbocuailnge #chili con karna

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what-ever-happened-to-chip · 3 years

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Marcus/Lana story I wrote, takes place after Gray had his freak out in the kitchen in the last story.

Marcus didn't release my hand the entire walk to his bedroom. He pushed the door lightly shut and dug in his deep pockets for his cigarettes. Marcus' hands were soft from lack of doing just about anything with them and his bulged knuckles locked safely between mine. Although he always loved to talk, it seemed like now he didn't just want to, he needed to. "Heyaa...you alright?" Gotta start somewhere Lana. "Yes would be a vague statement on the matter, but yes I am ultimately okay." He exhaled the thick Pall Mall smoke. He gave me a reassuring smile. "Any incidence like the such can shake someone, we are all made to preserve our mind and body and to see both at jeopardy leads essentially back to our own selfish motives of survival. A crass reminder, but a neccesary one." "Yeah I guess I'm sorta used to it being in camp by now. I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing." "Would you excuse me for just one moment, dear." He gently placed my hand on my own knee. As he swiftly exited the room, I could feel the warmth leave my hand. My eyes gazed around his room. He was neatish, but very cluttered. Spread across his desk was piles of notebooks and books, notecards with his immaculate penmanship jotting ideas, overflowing ashtrays 90% pall mall filters. His closet was packed to the brim with blazers, cardigans, many dulled colors of the rainbow mismatched together. He loved clothes and took the pride to dress up in his own unique fashion everyday. These thoughts made me love him more. 'THIS IS BOOOORING, she's just sitting there, let's follow Marcus and see what he's doing until she gets back." "Perhaps he is only using the faciluties." I was gonna show him wrong, check and mate, camera engaged to Marcus, and bam, harry was right. Marcus at a reasonable fast pace, hands in pocket, walked down the stairs and turned the corner on to the third door on the right. He gently knocked and called out, "Denny, would this be a bad time to inquire for your time?" "Uh shit, hold on.." "Oh my god Aiden don't, he'll see" "Babe, it's cool, chill..." "whisper whisper....whisper" The door swung open. Jenn was rearranging loose strands of hair while trying to hold the comforter over her exposed bra. She was always jealous to give up alone time with Aiden, but Marcus was his friend and he needed a best friend, especially a cool one like Marcus. "Whatchu need homes?" "Would you be able to spare a gram for the night, a sharp too? I have been outta stock at the present time. "Yeah fer sure, if Joni hasn't fucking washed me out. For a bitch that can get free drugs whenever she wants, she seems to never have any of her own shit. Gray has ghosted the bitch so she's crawling around my shit these days." In a little flower shaped box, Jenn had lovingly gave all Aiden's "shit" a proper place to live in the bedroom. No twice used needles in her perfect little world. Marcus laughed in his head at the concept of a girlfriend being more worried about the physical mess of addiction rather than the cause it had on the boyfriend in case. However, the only annoyance drugs had in Jenn's life was it meant Aiden would talk to his friends more. Aiden held out the box like a bowl of candy and Marcus proceeded to pick out a 1/2 inch rock and assorted tools for the activity. "Thank you good friend, we'll converse tomorrow. Goodnight, Jenavieve." Most of Aiden's friend didn't bother acknowledge Jenn, it felt good that Marcus always at least gave her a greeting or a goodbye, sometimes both. They hugged each other tightly, for almost a full minute. Aiden rested his head on Marcus's shoulder like a toddler. Marcus closed his eyes and held a soft smile. Harry was bored. Thank god he was finally leaving. Oh fuck. "Ayyye ya Marcus, how ya doin?" Harry boringly sat through another 20 minute conversation him and Gippal had about dead romantic languages. This was so stupid, he never thought he hated Gippal until this moment. "Of course, to interpret any eastern religions, namingly Hinduism, Buddhism would never be the proper message without rudimentary knowledge of traditional Sanskrit, we could only roughly use Hindi to roughly define it, but well, jo hai no hai." They both let out pretentious laughs. "Well yeah, but couldn't ya say that about dead greek, latin, and all the like? Lots of those Christian fanatics like to use Latin instead of language, makes it deeper er something like that." he leaned back and clicked his tongue for no apparant reason. "Well fanatic indeed is the key word their, seemingly Christianity's domination of the whole western world led to Latin's prevelance yet today, however Sanskrit is actually still spoken as a live changeble language. The difference between a dead language lies not in the fact their are speakers still, but rather the ability to alter and update language to our modern needs." "I guessum, but maybe the inflexibility makes the language more understandable, certainly easier to learn, hell, sed quid scio?" "Clearly you know a great deal, my friend." This was so gay. Harry couldn't give a fuck about language or latin or anyone of it. He knew some Latin cause of his spells, but he didn't need to speak it. Just speak English, i'm sick of having to put on the translators just to get a joke. Oh thank god they are finishing up. Finally. "Indeed somethign to think about. Very well, Satyricon amicus~" "Oib, oib. facile accipere pitto" "I detect by your accent shift that was Al Bhed?" "oui kud ed syh, hmmm, lmajan" "That's just it, written Al Bhed is an easy cryptograph, so I am more or less fluent there, but spoken I have not quite grasped the dialect." "You got it man, just like any other, you gots to talk with it. Yer good at talkin so it shouldn't be no problemo" "Indeed so, I only find it would be fair to speak Lana, and your, natural language, makes for better conversation to speak the way another thinks." "How's that girlie doin' these days?" "Oh quite well, but to know for sure i'd better get back to her company" "Do yer thang man, I gotta work on some....." he began muttering whatever bullshit to himself and pacing away. Fucking finally he proceeded back to where Harry wanted him. That was super annoying.

The slouched Lana perked up at the sight of him returning. She'd paced the room and looked through his writings, he didn't ever have a concern for privacy and if he did he would never tell her, he would merely just keep it a secret. She was used to being patient when it came to Marcus. He wasn't neccesarily easily distracted, but easily engaged in whatever was around him. She hated herself for being disappointed that he brought back H. "I'm sorry I kept you so long darling, as we rest society continues to thrive." He used many pet names with people, however darling he seemed to save for more special situations. She felt more relieved. It was cute seeing them together, but Harry wanted more. He needed more. "Fuck this i'm drugging her to ask him questions, i hate waiting for the bitch to do something. " "Indeed so Harry Potter." As much as Harry loved the sound of his own name, it was starting to bother him the way Christian kept saying it, like he was mocking him. Harry opened a secret cabinet to the left of the monitors and began scanning around for the proper potion to guide the situation into what he wanted. "Mmmmmm I think I'll use a dash of love, a bit of truth....." He busily mixed away. Christian sat completely still, but scanned the room thouroughly with his eyes. "That's the magic touch! Okay this should make her start asking him things that might make things funner..mwah haha...." "More fun." "Excuse moi?" "Funner is not a proper word. The expression would be 'more fun'" This guy was really getting on his fucking nerves. Ugh. He placed the potion in the vaporizer, isolated to only work on Lana and pumped it through the vents of Marcus's room. Immediatly the effects engaged. Lana uncontrolablly began to talk before comprehending fully what she had thought. "I thought you weren't using lately?" Oh god she sounded like a bitchy controlling girlfriend, but she really was just curious. Who was she kidding she was bothered and she didn't know why. He never got annoyingly high, he always coasted at a light level, stayed attentive and active in the conversation. Since the day she met him he was a drug user so why now would she want it to change? She truly hated being 'this girl.' Dammit. Why did she say that? "Of course I wasn't lately, but a break would not be a break if one did not return would it, just simply the way things were." He smiled warmly again and excused himself to the bathroom. He knew she didn't like watching him do it, so it was considerate of him, but a pang of loneliness ran over her. Moments later he returned a wave of contentment ran over him, yet she still wanted to talk. "So are you using because you got by upset by before?" Fuck Lana, why do you keep saying these things? Stupid, stupid. "Perhaps there is a connection there, of course, any sitution like that not only is alarmingly in it's own right, it's probably the past associations I share like any human does. Familiar negative stimuli. And well comfort is occasionally do." He went silent and pondered on the wall for a moment. He beginning scurrying around behind his worn out recliner he spent the better part of his time in when he was alone. He pulled out a wooden guitar and begin picking random chords. "Sure, it just seemed you....whatever. I don't know what I'm saying." "Lana dear, are you feeling well? You seem to be rather confused in your sentiments. I mean that in no way condescending, really are you alright?" "Yeah I just wanna know you're okay I guess, not hiding." "I am well, however certain thoughts have the tendency to make one over think so i'd rather level my brain out and find a way to express it more productively." "I guess, but....." She wanted to be careful to not say anything else stupid, but all her thoughts felt like diarrhea spewing out of her mouth. She didn't even mean all the thigns she said, they were just stupid insecurities that passed though, they weren't her. Were they? Dammit, dammit.

"Lana i'd like to show you a song I had written a long time ago, one that reminds myself of this feeling."

Song

Harry was on the edge of his seat. He fucking loved when kareoke/watching people came together so neatly. He could feel his jeans get tight. Lana watched him intently, trying to catch every word, tears welled in her eyes and she couldn't help but to fall even deeper. Fuck why does he do this to my head. "Wow that was......beautiful. I wish I was better with words. That was...." As she rose from the bed, he moved the guitar aside to make a seat for her on his lap. they sat in silence for a moment as he rocked the chair back and forth to lull them. "Perhaps times where words are at a loss is when music is essential. Of course, I could say something, but well I figure it gets the point across." "hey Marcus, i was just wondering.....what are we?" His eyebrow raised in genuine confusion and turned her on his lap to be face to face. "What are we you ask....as in the title given to the intimacy we share? We've been over this dear, I've never needed the security of labels to define what I share with the ones in my life." "I mean yeah. I know.......but Liza wasn't she your girlfriend, what made her different. I mean I get it if you felt a different way....but I guess after all this time, I don't know. I'm being stupid." "Stupid? No never, what possibly gives you that idea? Oh Liza.....yes my 'girlfriend' Liza, a term she demanded be told to all our companions to solidify her insecurity with the situation. I honestly felt that it made no difference other than the way other's view a connection, but the power of word does hold a weight in our lives. Language is a strong tool, but not the only one, of course. Could you elaborate what it is you desire from this?" Lana's cheeks flushed. Jesus is this how Memo felt every time she talked to a boy? This is horrible, no wonder she doesn't like dating. "I guess it's not always I need to know, just sometimes you seem you forget about me. Like your devotion... wow that's a gay word....comes and goes." She felt even stupider now, why couldn't she stop talking? It was like diarrhea coming out of her mouth. Fat chance he's gonna like me the same after this. I'm just the same insecure girl he's met 100 times. "Lana I wish you would tell me your first reaction rather than the contrived one you think I wanted to hear. This isn't like you." His eyebrows began to tighten into a concerned look. "Talk seems like it might only make you feel more minimilized, here let me play your song again. It seems our memories don't always stay constant in this camp. I know I had a memory of playing it, but it's as if someone erased it from our minds to try and relive the experience." He briefly glanced directly into the camera. Fuck he was on to Harry. How did he know that he purposely erased it so Marcus could sing it again like the first time? Whatever, it was working exactly how Harry wanted. Bingo.

Next Song

Two songs in my watching. Harry was rock hard. This was good so good. "Damn that was so CUHH YOOOT! You know they're your fav couple now too J, just admit it." "J?" "I didn't say that, why would I be thinking about J? He's actually gotten pretty boring and annoying, i say Jay like the name, it's a nickname we used at hogwarts to mean friend." "You do not need to lie to me Harry Potter, the results are futile." Lana pulled Marcus's hand and led him to the queen bed in the middle of the room. The slowly began removing clothing and kissing softly. They proceeded to make love, not fuck, for many hours. Harry got shy and turned the camera off.

"Do you fear intimacy Harry Potter?"

"noooo I just think it gets boring when people just screw forever and don't talk about things. On that note Harry pulled his robe around his body and scurried away to the restroom.

Christian remained in his seat. Smiling.

#cheeseskittles #marcus #lana #harry #christian #i know i did them in kareoke but originally i had them here #so enjoy

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Craving You - Chapter 5

Synopsis: What happens on a plane when you have a full blown panic attack and Jensen Ackles is next to you?

A/N: Surprise ya’ll, its a couple of day’s early i know, but I wanted to post it. I also want to say a HUGE THANK YOU to Portia at @writersaredreamers for beta’ing this chapter. She has been a HUGE help. (all other mistakes are my own) Also to all of you readers out there, thank you so much for the comments you truly don’t know how much they mean to me. I do have to mention though that this is a completely Alternate Universe for Jensen Ackles and the cast of Supernatural. His job description will be mentioned in a few chapters, but i’m having fun keeping it secret right now, (i now i’m mean, but I cant help myself.) No harm to Danneel or JJ, i love them just the same. I don’t own the GIF’s so thank you creators who do them. My writing is to not be posted on any other site without my consent which I am about to post on Archives hopefully this week.

Warnings: Panic Attack, comforting, Jensen being sweet, (not that needs a warning) Mention of autism, bullying, foreign film, Shahrukh Khan, fluff,

Craving You, Chapter 5

I turn to look at Jensen after I realized I was still in my seat, only to see he was still in his. He was looking over some reports still, I guess the same ones from earlier. Did I fall asleep and dream that kiss? How much of that was true? What happened from the time I came back from my panic attack till now? I swallowed and shifted my position, my back was killing me. He must have heard me because he faced me.

“Hey, you ok?” He placed the papers back into his bag, got up from his seat across the aisle and came to sit by me. He placed his left arm around me. “You fell asleep after your panic attack, I thought it would be easier to let you rest.” He pulled the blue blanket he must have gotten from the flight attendant up over my left shoulder, I was shaking still. Not that it was cold, but from everything. The attack, the dream, how real it was, to him holding me now.

My throat felt like it was burning, and I tried to talk a couple of times but it was dry. “I um, I am so sorry.” I buried my head under the crook of his neck so he couldn’t see the tears. I’m normally not bad at panic attacks so I’m more embarrassed than anything.

He took his finger and raised my chin so I can look at him, I didn’t want to. “Ssshhh it’s ok, honestly. We all have times like that, that we can’t control. It’s ok to accept what happened and not be embarrassed about it.”

My facial expression must have given it away, “It’s not that,” I barely spoke. The flight attendant came over to hand me a bottled water which I took the cap off immediately, I was thirsty. “It’s just this never happened this bad before, to the point I had dreams with it. I know it sounds crazy and all, but did you kiss me?” I sat up at that time to look at him, I wanted to see his reaction.

He smiled at me, “You mean like this?”

He leans towards me, his face coming to me again just like before then disappeared when his lips touched mine. My left hand went behind his neck to card the short hairs he had thru my fingers. His hair felt soft like silk, and he smelt like leather and old spice. It was intoxicating, I feel the heat between us once more, as my heart sped up. Inside my head I’m thinking what the hell am I doing, but my heart is like quit listening to your head and enjoy what you got. I relax a bit more after that, and I feel myself leaning backwards a bit. My head hit the pillow that I could only assume a flight attendant had given me earlier.

As Jensen reclined my seat I became acutely aware of the level of privacy we have versus the other side of the curtain. If we had been in coach I'm sure several passengers would have had some loud and crude comments but I didn’t care i was in heaven. As Jensen’s right hand went around my back I became aware of the hazards of falling asleep in an awkward position, my back chose that moment to let me know it. I suddenly felt Jensen release from my lips and I opened my eyes to see the beautiful man before me. My face was red and I couldn’t catch a breath.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

His smile was like a kid winning a huge price at a county fair as he sat up from me. “You ok?” he managed to ask.

Nervously, I sat up to join him. “Y yeah, that was,” I paused to look down a moment to think of the word to say, then I looked up at him.

“Amazing.” We both end up saying it together.

I shook my head, as we both laughed. Jensen told me that I had slept for about an hour, and he constantly checked on me. I didn’t mean to worry him, hell I didn’t mean to have a full blown attack either. But he was very sweet to keep an eye on me, no one has ever been that kind before. Eventually, the seatbelt light came on and one of our flight attendants informed us of possible turbulence due to a storm we was to be flying through. Jensen returned to his seat after he made sure I was ok, and picked up where he left off on the files he had been reading earlier.

I grabbed my laptop that was in the sleeve of the seat in front of me, looking at it rather perplexed, I don’t remember putting it there. Did that dream really happen? Could he have really kissed me twice? My brain couldn’t comprehend that, but oh the kiss….. The one I'm sure happened, it was totally amazing, his lips are so soft and sweet, just so damn perfect, they fit together with mine like a missing piece that completed the puzzle. I couldn’t believe he actually kissed me though, but I would never for a moment regret it. I selected a movie that I had downloaded awhile back, but never got the chance to watch till now. I figured this would occupy the rest of the flight at least till we started the descend into Texas, god just the thought of that. I’m not too sure on how that’s going to go.

“Hi,” a flight attendant who's name tag said Jaci, came over to me with a tray. “I managed to save your lunch, you wasn't awake when I was here earlier, so here you go.” She paused, “Would you like anything to drink with it?” She was very sweet and polite.

“Um, sure Dr. Pepper?” that’s my go to soda, I think I should invest into the company as much as I drink it. She nodded and went to the back after giving me my lunch.

I look over at Jensen, he smiled and looked up at me as if he sensed my gaze. That smile, oh my it's just pure heaven. I realize that I've started thinking about his smile, his eyes, his lip… Sigh… A lot for only knowing him less than 24 hours. What has he done to me? He is so sweet, and kind. Nothing like the normal guys I've been with. God sure knew what he did when he created that man. I tucked a strand of wayward hair behind my ear, I was beginning to feel the blush start. “What?” I asked him.

“Soda?”

“That’s how we say it back in Texas, how do you say it?”

“I say soda too, but I meant why have that when you have complimentary wine and mixed drinks at your disposal.” He raised his glass at me.

“Oh, I don’t really drink that much and I figured the way my stomach feels, that I really shouldn’t chance it without having something on it.”

“Yeah you're probably right about that. I’ll be finished with this report soon and I’ll be glad to sit next to you and help distract you before we land.”

“I’d like that, thank you. Would you like to watch a movie with me?”

“Sure, eat first and then I’ll join you.” He winked at me.

I did just as that, I was thankful she saved a tray for me because I was starving. After I was done, Jaci came to take tray and refilled my drink for me just before Jensen put his stuff up to join me. I booted up the laptop and remembered.

“Um, do you watch foreign film?” I looked at him with a apprehensive face.

“I have on occasions, if it’s got subtitles I’m sure I can keep up. What movie is it?” he settled next to me as I moved closer to the window.

“It’s called My Name Is Khan, by a Indian actor that I really admire. He’s taught me a lot about love, friendship, and to have a heart. He’s very big actor in many countries, but if you ask me; he is even better than some actors here.” I saw him raise an eyebrow.

“Really, what’s his name?”

“His name is Shahrukh Khan, he’s really amazing. I’ve been a fan for 8 years now.”

“Wow, ok then. Let’s get comfortable and watch the movie.” He shifted so that I can lean against him.

I placed the laptop on the tray in front of me and started the movie. I made sure it had subtitles on it so he can understand what the movie is about. I don’t really need them any more since I know Hindi, it was a passion of mine to learn it. Every time I start one of these films I think of my neighbors across the street and the amazing chicken curry that the mom made. I snuggled against Jensen and peaked at him every once and awhile to see if he was enjoying the movie

It wasn’t long before the seatbelt light came on and Jaci announced we were starting our descent for landing, Jensen looked down at me confused . ” How long is this film?”

I laughed “2 hours and 45 minutes.”

He looked at the time bar on the laptop “We've only watched an hour and a half… Hmmm I guess I should see you again so I can watch the rest.” He flashed me that winning smile and I felt me cheeks redden.

“Do you like it so far?” I squeaked out

He took my hand in his “This movie is totally mind blowing, it amazes me every time I see someone with a certain disability like autism, find ways to grow with it and accept what they have and make something into it, but that bullying part when they killed her son because of his last name. That hit me hard, it's sad to think that there are people like that in this world.”

I took my right hand and gently washed away his tears, “I was bullied all my life. Through school, life in general, it’s hard to go through it every day. Times I decided to give up on and just say fuck it, but something would happen and stop me. I hope I didn’t upset you or anything by asking you to watch the movie with me.” I truly hoped had not upset him.

“Oh no you didn’t, I see why you like this guy. He’s great, I like what I've watched so far and I can't wait to see the rest.” He kissed the back of my hand and released it, I hugged him after I put my laptop away, the captain announced that we was approaching Austin Airport. I could feel his steady heartbeat as I laid my head on his chest. He promised to keep me safe and he did, he had one arm around me, and the other in front of me. The blanket I had was over my shoulders, the closer we got to the ground the more I began to tremble and the tighter he held me.

He took his right hand and cradled my head to his chest and began to hum a song I didn’t recognize, but it was soothing. I became lost in this moment, he was protecting me from the bad motion sickness that I was feeling along with everything else. The way the plane dipped each time it went down closer and closer to the tarmac, it felt ten times worse. I buried my head more each time into his chest, focused on his heartbeat and the humming as I kept my eyes closed. He held me the whole time, God thank you for this man he is amazing.

We finally landed and pulled into the gate, he held me a few more minutes before we had to actually get up and collect our things. Truthfully, I’m glad he did because I dunno if I would have made it. I gave him the all clear and stood up from our seats, he helped me get my carry on from the overhead bin. He gathered his backpack and walked out of the plane with me. My legs were a bit wobbly, but I managed to walk the ramp. Thank goodness he had his arm around my waist, I dunno what it was either, the after effects of the panic attack, or his beautiful self-next to me. We went to the baggage claim to get our luggage and I really hated to see him leave, he asked me if I had a ride which I told him about Jeff.

“Are you sure you got a ride to where you’re going?” he stood really close to me.

“I do, Jo’s fiancé is coming to get me. He should be here already.” We walked out of the baggage claim and the first thing to greet me was the heat that hit me in the face and took my breath away. “Wow, I don’t miss the Texas heat for sure.” I fanned myself as I took a drink from the water bottle I got after we landed.

He walked us over to an more private area that didn’t have very many people waiting on their rides, “Here, this is my number. call me if you would like to finish that movie.” He smiled like he just was the happiest person on earth at that moment.

I looked up at him, “I might do that, how long you here?”

“About a week, I go back Sunday. I’m here for a friend’s birthday and to see family. Hopefully we’ll run into each other again.” He held my hand.

“I’d like that,” I waved to Jeff who I saw approaching from behind Jensen.

He turned to see a familiar person. But didn’t act like he knew him. “Great, send me a text when your free and we’ll get together.” He winked at me, then leaned in to kiss me.

“Uh Hmm, am I interrupting anything?” Jeff’s deep voice interrupted our kiss.

I smiled into our kiss then opened my eyes as I looked at Jeff, “Um, kind of.”

Jensen pursed his lips together at my bluntness. “A girl who speaks her mind, I like that.” He held my hand as he stood next to me.

“Um Jeff, this is Jensen, Jensen this is Jeffrey Dean Morgan my best friends fiancé.”

He shook hands with him, but what I didn’t see was the nod they gave each other as we said our final goodbyes.

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sitaaronkepaar · 7 years

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Daily Rikara Ramblings

Ugh, after learning shrenu caught dengue, I don't really want to watch the epi tbh. But i guess from Wed/Thursday's we probably won't get any Gauri for weeks so might as well sit through it. Hope shrenu gets well soon ♥️♥️♥️

Omg the precap is so qt! Gauri's gayi bhains paani me is 😂😂😂😂😂😂

This chase is boring lol. 🙄🙄🙄

Wait, it's raining? Lol. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Omg no, they hid her in the jadh. I can't 😂😂😂

Oh they meant the phatphaitiya, I dunno why i thought suman 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

This mukhiya is so annoying 😒😒😒😒

Suman being lame as usual. Behen, tuje hi bachane ki baat ho rahi hai 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Seriously uncle? 2 min bhi nahi hue dhundte hue. Like thoda toh effort put karo 🙄🙄

Oh shitttt!! 😨😨😨😨

Fuck he gon find gauri. 😱😱😱😱😱

Annika ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Omg why do all these supposed villains act like 70s Bolly villains. Ek toh ye eye patch, upar se ye ott laugh. Ugh 😔😔

Gauri wtf do something harharike 😧😧😧😧😧😧

Gauri, why are you just staring bitch do something 😨😨😨😨😧😧😧😧😧😧

Wow. One non-lame suman moment. Gauri, wtf you were just going to let that guy kill Annika? Wtaf 😡😡😡

Ugh faltu ka drama hai. Can we just get to the jail part quickly? It seemed funny. 😩😩😩

Lol shivkara heard them. Matlab exposition ki hadd. 😂😂😂

Lol @ their hero ki walk lmao. 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Gosh these guys are so fuckin extra i can't 😁😂😂😂😂

Man, i feel bad for Annika. Running in that heavy lehenga😥 😥😥😥

Jagah yahin hai kaise pata chala though? Lol. 🤔🤔🤔🤔

Lol. Han ab worry karne se kya hoga Omkara? Aur phone nahi uthao. This is the face of pure regret but i dun even curr 🙄🙄🙄

Ye bg me auntiyan chunni k saath kya kar rahi hai? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

Dude where is annika's wound?🤔🤔🤔🤔 Like there was so much blood and now it looks like choti si kharoch?🤔🤔🤔 Then again gauri had a fucking bullet hole in her foot and it healed in two days. Let's just pretend Oberoi's have super-healing powers (along with apparition abitilites). Makes life much easier

Lol @AniRi laughing at the woman's name. I love you guys but that's really not nice. 😐

Uff this tadka is annoying 🙄

Omfg i love Annika. I can't 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Haye, gayi Gauri bhi lol. 😂😂

Bina bole hi andar kar diya lmao. This woman's cray cray 🤣🤣🤣

Gosh, what are their expressions lmao. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Haha, omkara ko apni galtiyon ka ehsaas ho gaya hai. Chalo, der aaye durusat aaye 😘😘😘

Tadka's such a fucking asshole lol. 😠😠

They're sleeping in the same bed now? I mean they're two consenting adults and I don't have any problem with it but wtf? Koi mujhe in relationship status batayega? :/

Rudra's being an idiot as usual. Why can't he act like a normal human being? I know he's supposed to be this spoilt brat but ab toh he's acting like a toddler. Grow the fuck up Bruh! 😒😒😒😒

Look at these entitled assholes. 🙄🙄🙄🙄

Yeh kaise sun liya is tadka na 🤔😂😂😂

Lol @omkara going 2 min 😂😂😂😂

Omkara bhi pagal ho gaya hai. Call the defence minister wtf 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

LMFAO I LOVE Annika dragging Shivaay's ass. 😂😂😂😂😂

"han dulhan ji kaise hai, enjoying?"

The snark in this episode though 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Asli galti toh omkara ki thi. Gauri should ask him tbh

Aww, shivika are so qt! ♥️

"itna bada step utha rahi thi, ek baar bata deti"

I just..........the fuckin nerve of this guy, i can't.

Matlab if you wanted to know then WHY DIDN'T YOU PICK UP THE PHONE YOU FUCKER!! UGHH (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

"har cheez har kaam me apni jaan ko jhokhim me dalne ki zarurat nahi hoti hai"

Fair point Omkie shomkie. Your wife has no self preservation skills. Aav dekha na taav, bhid jaati hai kahin bhi. Lol. 🤣🤣🤣

"tumhara dhyaan pata nahi kahan rehta hai!"

Omfg omkara. This is neither the time nor the place to throw a fuckin tantrum coz yo wifey ain't paying attention to you. Selfish insaan is2g 😡😡😡😡😡

Lol Gauri's so done with him. She's legit like STFU. I feel ya boo. Hugs ⛄⛄⛄⛄

"Lekin hamari sehen karne ki shakti khatam ho chuki hai"

Yaaaassss Queen, Drag him!!!! 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏I've been waiting to hear these words from you for so long. Words this ungrateful ass needed hearing. Thank you queen ♥️

Haha, his face though. Sorry Omkie, no sympathy for you this time. You deserve it bitch 😂😂😂😂

"WHAT THE HELL!!"

Omfg I fuckin jumped. Dear god 😂😂😂😂

Lol @ everyone's reactions 😂😂😂

These fuckin oberioi's are so fuckin entitled. Like I legit want them to spend two or three nights @jail. 😼😼😼

Are they going to call bhavya? Is tadasur k saamne kiski chalegi. 🤔

"Hello?"

No Jai Hind? Is she sure she's @army quarters? Kuch bhi. 😐😐😐😐

Rudra, fuckin idiot, protocol bhi kuch cheez hoti hai.

I can't believe bhavya agreed. Wtf 😐😐😐😐😐😐

Omg army quarters ka aisa kitchen? Shit I can't watch this blasphemy. 😶😶😶😶😶😶

Yeh kaisa army kitchen hai? They don't have daal-sabzi? 😶

Omg i can't watch this anymore. Fwd.

Tadasur sounds like a school teacher with her alag alag bitha dungi bs 😂😂😂😂😂

Oh, daadi bhi aagayi. Isiki kami thi 🤣🤣🤣

"aajao maidan me"

Lol ab daadi bhi wrestling karengi kya? 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Fuck she's actually arm wrestling her. wtf 😦😦😦

Yeh sare Oberoi's legit kisi paagal khane se bhaag k aaye honge. No wonder bua maa's nuts.

Are these peeps friends? This seems a bit much tbh.

THEY ARE. 2 min me tadasur pehchan gayi. Lmaoooo

But why hasn't she retired yet? 😂😂😂😂

Daadi ko amnesia nahi hua hai? Why are they ek ek karke reminding her? 😑😑😑

Arey inko jail se toh nikalo koi. Bharat milap baad me kar lena 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Dude this woman's like 200 years old, why hasn't she retired yet?

"Ladki hoke tumne bahut himmat dikhayi"

I know she's praising them but this just rubs me the wrong way tbh. Why can't she just say good work and be done with it. She says it as if girls can't do shit like this. I hate back handed compliments like that.

Chunri @police station? 😲😲😲😲. Kuch bhi ki hadd hi paar ho gayi hai ab. 😒😒🙄🙄🙄

Army and police ko bhi nahi choda. I know sabko shivika ki shaadi karane ki jaldi hai but it can be done tomorrow also. Ugh

Uff kya bakwas hai. I so want to ffwd this ☹️

Also, is that why those ladies were bg me folding that chunri? Lmao 😂 😂

RuVya bs 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Lol it's the same chunri 😂

I feel bad for the rest of the police officers. They probably wanted to go home after slogging all day but in fuckers ki wajah se prolly had to stay back hours doing decoration and what not. Poor guys. ☹️☹️☹️☹️

More RuVya bs 🙄🙄🙄

LOL, I ffwd'd it but caught bits of Bhavya dragging Rudra. Omg she even dragged his IQ level rofl. He deserved it. 👏👏👏👏👏👏

But obvsly this fucker never learned anything. Fuckin idiot. I swear kabhi kabhi peetne ka mann karta hai is bande ko 😡😡😡😡

God, she's only 4 years older than him, not 40? Why is this such a big issue? 😾

But lol @shallow ageist? I knew he didn't know hindi, but is gadhe ko english bhi nahi aati hai? 😹😹😹😹😹

Bhavya seriously deserves someone so much better than Rudra. She might be damaged, but at least she has her life together. Rudra really is an immature kid. Like I dunno how anyone can ever take this guy seriously. At this point, his bad definitely trumps the good. He might be a nice well meaning guy, but he has a lot of growing up to do. I mean, not only he's a sexist misogynist, but he's also an ageist now apparently. He legit has the depth of a kiddie pool. And it's not bhavya's duty to fucking raise him. I so want bhavya to move on from this loser. No one deserves to spend their life with a condescending idiot like Rudra.

Anyway it was bekar filler epi. Jail bits were fun though. But I'm so gonna miss shrenu 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#rikara #gauri kumari sharma #annika #omkara singh oberoi #AniRi #ishqbaaz #liveblogging

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ursafilms · 5 years

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The House is Somewhat Unfriendly to its Occupants

Chapter 1 – Sale No Longer Pending

My wife and I sold our San Francisco home. Hallelujah! Huzzah! Thank God. Much as we loved Kooktown, USA, it was time to move on.

A sense of NO REGRETS came over me, as I reflected on a 30 year life in the State Formerly Known as Golden.

The house, a 3400 square foot split level neo-deco beauty designed by Frank Lloyd Wright protégé Aram Torrossian, sits in the made-up neighborhood of Clarendon Heights. The exact address is 310 Twin Peaks Blvd.

And perhaps the location’s monikered connection to a certain TV show created by David Lynch should have alerted us to the next 24 years. A run of comic, tragic, and coincidental events that had me wiping the sweat off my brow all the way, and up through the official closing date of . . .

. . . Friday the 13th. With an added bonus of A FULL MOON.

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Don’t misunderstand. The house was not a construction disaster replete with Escher-like structure and sitting on an Indian (Cherokee Not Hindi) burial ground. Not at all. The property inspector who examined it before we bought raved about its structural integrity. In particular, the use of concrete and rebar to fortify floors and to support walls. He also fell in love with the countersunk bolts that secured the foundation and resisted earthquakes.

Prior to finishing, he pointed to a component of the build that included a support beam running the length of the storage facility just off the garage.

“Balances out the stressors on the top three floors,” he said.

“Uh, okay,” came the brilliant reply.

310 Twin Peaks was a design and engineering dream. I’ve included a photo at the conclusion of this introduction. Most important, it solved a dilemma Lee and I had regarding renting office space.

Our previous house, a cozy Marina-style home in the Noe Valley neighborhood of San Francisco, had three bedrooms, a kitchen, dining room, living room, and one bathroom all on one floor. Perfect for the two of us and an occasional guest.

Not so great for running my business, I was an independent film and video producer at the time, out of one of the bedrooms. Subcontractors coming and going; equipment in the garage; and a client meeting or three during the six years we lived there. I parked a coordinator at a spare desk once in a while as well. Not good for privacy.

In 1993, Lee suggested I rent an office somewhere in the city, which I did not want to do. If I had to go away from the house to work, I’d never see my wife, an unacceptable situation.

And this meant the hunt for a new house commenced and the very first of a series of disconcerting events sat just ahead of the stern of the good ship, George.

Bear in a mind a few facts as this unfolds.

1. We started looking for a new house in 1993. We didn’t buy, or take possession, until late 1995.

2. I was working on Tim Burton’s “The Nightmare Before Christmas” when the search began. It turned out to be a fitting starting point.

3. Lee and I are HUGE fans of Halloween. It might be our favorite Holiday.

310 Twin Peaks Blvd. Seems harmless despite the odd connection to the odd David Lynch show of the era. Yes? No?

Chapter 2 – The Nightmare Before Escrow

In the Autumn of 1992 the Mouse (Disney) hired me to work on Tim Burton’s “The Nightmare Before Christmas.” To that point, the biggest job of my production career. It also served as the house-buying inception point because Lee and I took the opportunity of Yours truly having a somewhat normal schedule (Monday-Friday, few weekends) to be squired around by Joan Foppiano and Vickie Tucker, the World’s Greatest Real Estate Agents.

And that’s not a false claim. They got us into our house on 28th Street in Noe Valley, no small feat considering we looked at 48 properties before deciding on this particular one, and yes I kept track. They would get us out during a down market two years later, and in Guiness World Record time, subjective as that sounds.

All of this would get us into . . .

310 Twin Peaks Blvd.

But first, Tim Burton.

Or, should I say, Halloween.

For those readers who don’t know “The Nightmare Before Christmas” or “TNBC” as insiders called the film, it was a creepy stop-motion feature that involved a skeleton in a tuxedo named Jack Skellington, who decided to hijack Christmas.

Yes, I’ve heard all the Grinch comparisons. Leave me alone.

I am looking at this in hindsight. I worked on a movie that made a lot of people uncomfortable and entertained at the same time. And that is exactly how the coinciding search for a new house felt when we discovered 310 Twin Peaks Blvd. in the Spring of 1993.

To that point, with the patient Joan and Vickie, we had looked at about a dozen properties and none of them seemed right. Too small. No truly separate room to run the business.

If a house had an in-law unit, very popular in the Bay Area . . . must be a lot of in-laws looking to be banished to the backyard . . . , it either needed $100,000 in work, had never been permitted, or did not afford more privacy than Lee and I had in the Noe Valley residence.

One weekend in mid-April of 1993, we were schlepping, actually being schlepped by Vickie, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. We pulled up in front of what appeared to be an overgrown weed and vine infested lot. We exited the car.

“I really like what they’ve done with the place,” I offered.

Vickie laughed her “If I Only I Could Beat My Clients With An Ax Handle I Would” laugh, and dragged us up four flights of moss covered brick stairs. She gave us the tour, which included the following highlights, sure to close any quick sale.

1. The kitchen, admittedly a good-sized one, still had the original cabinets, floors, walls, AND (BONUS!) oven from 1939. However, the faucet was a Moen.

2. Water damage covered the entire north wall of the kitchen, a result of an ongoing second floor patio leak.

3. The washer and dryer were definitely from 1972, but the Maytag repairman had left his business card taped to one of the lids, so we had that going for us.

4. All the upstairs bedrooms (three) had bits and pieces of broken glass on the floor.

5. The downstairs powder room contained the ORIGINAL FIXTURES, which the seller consider a plus as that little fact was called out in the abstract. Abstract is real estate speak for flyer.

6. The garage, at 400 square foot had been designed to accommodate a single car, because it was constructed in the late 30’s when most families were lucky to own one. However, no adjustments had been made over the years and the garage had only enough room for a 1939 Hudson.

“We’ll take it!” I exclaimed. “Okay, maybe not.”

“I hear the Mini is a nice little car,” said Vickie.

After that comment landed with a thud, we moved onto the separate room, which would serve as my office. It’s location? The bottom floor of the house, just off the aforementioned garage.

****

Four hundred square feet. One wall entirely of mirrors. Wall-to-Wall carpeting that had seen better days, but just needed a cleaning. A storage closet next to it completed the floor.

And the high points. You could get to it without entering the front door of the house. AND no other common areas or rooms existed on the same floor with it.

“Again, where do I sign?” I asked, hoping the earnest tone of my voice would convince Vickie of my intentions.

“There are a few things to consider, first,” she said, and won Understatement of the Year from Dr. Paul Ehrlich, PhD in Hyperbolics.

“Oh?”

“Yes, let’s start with the previous owner’s suicide . . . on the property.”

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forthelalaland · 7 years

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Ate Jessa 💗

I do not know how will I start this post. Actually having second thoughts if I should push through this or what. I feel pressured because I am posting something about my writer friend. Huhu, haha! I apologize for my amateur+ity. Pinapangunahan ko na kayo. Pero lablab kita, ate! Salamat sa araw na ‘to pati na rin sa susunod pa. 😂

I met this beautiful girl, Ate Jessamine, in my previous company. We were not in the same department but we are in one team. There are less than 20 people in the office, ewan ko lang kung mag-snoban pa kami. LOL! But my first impression? I see her as a rocker chic. With those full bangs and red plaid button downs, I feel like she was an anime person who jumped off the TV and came to life. Hahaha! As the days go by though, I get to know her better and realized she is more of a soft-hearted girl. Very different to my first impression! Hahaha! I am grateful that I met this ate of mine. Here is our story in the next paragraph. Chos! Hahahahaha.

Remember when I was assigned to be the van leader in our outing? In my first work, yup! Well... Ate Jessa belonged to my group. She was new then. Like just a week or two I guess? And this was the only time I, we, talked to her. Actually, that was the chance to make chikahan to each other because pure work in the office! The 36 hours with them totally made a big difference because I had different moments to each one of them. Oh, I miss my Eat Girls! Hello guys, Starbucks soon, please? Huehue. Also to my ates and kuyas! Huehuehue. So back to Ate Jessa! I do not know too but there was just a time where both of us bonded. In a click! Literally and figuratively. During our free time, we became partners because it is the two of us who love taking photos. We did it with the rest of the group pero mas kami, alam mo yun? She has an Olympus mirrorless cam and we take turns in taking pictures. At laaast, found a friend who can capture the way I want! Funny because she said that too. LOL! And you will know it is pure. Not using each other and just being happy with the output pictures. I love that it is not toxic. Wew, trust issues til now. Hahahu. So thanky G for letting us cross each other's life. Hahaha, hihi. Basta yun! That is the start of our friendship. Until it continued after the outing and still ongoing until now. :)

Since I am a curious person, I searched ate in the virtual world. I can't see her. But a fishy info appeared. Ayun, I asked her implicitly and investigated a little further. The next thing was just OMG! The info I saw is a post with her name with a quote. I had this agam-agam so I then asked, "Ate, nagsusulat ka ba?" She had no escape. Ate admitted it was her. Yuuuuuz, she is a Wattpad writer! Heavy 'di ba? I never knew my photographer in the beach was an icon! Amazeballs! It is a pleasure po. Hahahahaha. Wala lang! I just feel like telling it. Nakakaproud eh? She has published books and that is w-o-w 100%!!!!!

After almost three months, Ate Jessa and I saw each other again. Finally! The first plan with the group and the writers' convention became a drawing. This almost did too! But we made it. FO if not! I set my mind into it eh. Buryong-buryo na kaya ako sa bahay. Huehue. My September weekends are free because Dada is reviewing for boards while my parents are preparing for some stuff. I can choose to date myself if I want to but isn't happiness gets doubled when shared? So Ate Jessa's timing was just perfect. At least, I had something to look up at the end of the week. Felt like a human because of that excitement again. Srsly. Haha! So supposedly, we will see each other in Mega Mall. That will be our meeting place since I am scared to go to MOA alone. We are going there because an event for bookworms are happening that day. Plus! The most important thing: she is meeting her readers. Wooh, famous! Keri lang mag-PA sige. Hahahahaha! But then that morning, she was not replying. I thought she just slept in the van or so. Guess what though? I waited for five hours and my heart was starting to get sad. Huhu. I am right she overslept. Instead of going to MIBF, we just had our main plan: photoshoot at BGC! Grabe ang tagal ni ate! Yet all are worth it. I have nothing to say. Yahooooo!

Ate and I met in the place already. I just read some synopsis of the books in the first floor since I was in Fullybooked. But before everything, huuuuug! I missed this redhead. Hihihi. Ate so qt when she told me that we must start our agenda agad-agad! Well, we did tho. Felt like nothing changed. And I like this feeling. Yasss! Ate Jessa loves wall arts. She did enjoy. I am glad with that feedback. What are our secret? We exchanged cameras so I shoot with hers and she shoots with mine. Ooh, buena mano! My first photoshoot ever with my baby. Hihihi. I was not that prepared for this because I was worried all day. I thought this will not happen. Also, I worked for my offset. I got few favorites to be used as my pre-makeover. Can't wait to let you guys see it!!!

But you know, what I liked the most this day was our going to deep conversations. Dada arrived so it got cut. He needs to send me home since it was a little late already. Hehe. At last, Dada met the friend I have been boasting about. I am so proud of Ate Jessamine eh. Seems like they had a good impression to each other. Ate said Dada and I are cute. But his words are so super! Swerte mo may kaibigan kang ganyan na sumusuporta sa'yo. Yiee, she passed to be my friend from boyfie's view! Because some does not. Yup! Not kidding. LOL.

I learned a lot today! First, not everything you plan happens the way you want to be. Cliché as it may sound but really, that is it. Because there will be other people who can bring that change in you. No man is an island! And, I am blessed I met the best people here in the universe! TYG! Hihihi. I also reflected that indeed, everything falls in accordance with God's will. Sometimes, no matter how disciplined you think you are, you have to accept that there are a lot of factors why you sometimes feel like a failure even if you give your best shot. I know that now. God wanted me to trust Him. He and His plans for me. Besides, G will always give it! Kahit kailan eh hindi niya ipagdaramot ang mga biyayang ito. Just need to wait, to practice patience, and to believe in Him. Yuh yuh, I will live now. Like, I will make my move and hope G and I are on the same page. If not? Izzokay! I will just pray for it until it comes true. I shall never waste my time here on earth worrying about nonsense things. Gotta live for real! Love life for real. Ohhh, thank you so much Lord! 💖

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dubredofanfics · 7 years

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Hit n Run [BONGLENI]

III. Seeing Him Again

Leni arrived at the hospital around 10AM as she left Bongbong's place. She immediately paid for the remaining balance she was charged for Natalia's operation. She was reminded that her sister will undergo the operation later in the evening. She took care of her little sister throughout the day. Cheering her up. Making her feel comfortable. Making her feel brave.

—

Few minutes before the scheduled time for Natalia's operation, the doctor and nurses entered her room to inform them that they will have to take her to the operating room already. Leni started to feel nervous for her sister.

Leni followed them until the doors of the operating room and gave her last words to her little sister before the operation even began.

"Nat. Be strong okay?" She nodded.

"Promise mo kay ate kakayanin mo ha?" Leni demanded. "Promise." Natalia replied and gave her a sweet smile of encouragement. Leni sighed in slight relief upon seeing her little sister's smile.

"I love you." She uttered and looked at her in the eye.

"I love you too, ate." Natalia replied and wiped her sister's teary eyes with her small hand. "Wag kang umiyak ate, ako nga hindi umiiyak e." She requested.

Leni struggled to hold back her tears. "We should go now, miss Leni." The nurse informed her, she nodded.

"I love you, Nat..." Her voice cracked as she watched the nurses push Natalia's bed towards the operating room leaving her behind.

"Kayanin mo..." Her voice faded as she broke down. She hated to see her little sister suffering, she thought that she didn't deserve to get too sick like that.

She sat down at a chair nearby and waited patiently — trying to be optimistic. Her palms were sweating, she was feeling cold despite the warm atmosphere. She couldn't stop worrying about her.

She's too young to undergo such operations. But I am begging you to please make her operation successful.

Anxiety and negative thoughts were inevitable for her. She couldn't keep herself together while thinking about how her little sister is being operated inside and the chances of her making it through is uncertain. She waited for over ten hours for the operation. She had no time to eat. No time to sleep.

—

"Miss Leni?" The doctor called her attention upon going out of the operating room. "Doc! Kamusta na po yung kapatid ko? Okay na po siya? Sabihin niyo okay siya, please." She was eager for answers.

The doctor smiled. "Your little sister was very strong. The operation was successful po." The doctor happily informed her. Leni felt like a thorn got tucked out from her chest consequent to what she had heard. She was extremely relieved.

"Oh my God! Thank you!" She sounded so grateful. "Pwede ko ba siyang makita?" She asked.

"Yes. Yes, of course. The nurses are just cleaning up. They'll bring her back to her room right after." The doctor replied. "Okay. Thank you so much, doc. Thank you!" She felt so excited to see her little sister.

—

Immense care is what Natalia got from her sister after her operation from the moment she opened her eyes after the operation. She was grateful to have a loving sister like Leni. She loved her tenderly.

Natalia was asked to stay at the hospital for the next ten days for further monitoring before she was allowed to go back home. While she stayed at the hospital, Leni looked for some time to study her money on hand and budget to prepare for Natalia.

—

Finally, Natalia was allowed to leave the hospital's premises. They no longer had any balance remaining to pay at the hospital, they were all paid. Leni assisted Natalia as they entered their house and asked her to sit while she fix their things.

"Nat, may sasabihin ang ate sa'yo." Leni sat beside her at the couch. She looked at her with her eyes wide open.

"Medyo naubos kase yung pera natin sa operasyon mo..." Leni confessed. "...pero okay lang yon! Wala kang kasalanan kaya lang... Napagisip isip ko kase na ibenta nalang 'tong bahay para may extra tayong pera pang-school mo tsaka pang-gastusin sa bahay." She explained it lightly. "Sana okay lang sa'yo."

"Okay lang, ate. Basta magkasama tayo okay lang saakin." Natalia replied with a sweet innocent smile. Leni felt relieved upon hearing her reply. She hugged him and felt so grateful to have a sweet and understanding little sister like Nat.

"Thank you for being so understanding and mature. You always make things easier for me." She uttered as she rested her chin at the top of her head while she exchanged hugs with her.

"Wag ka mag-alala, kapag nagkatrabaho na ako at nakaluwag luwag na, bibilhin ko lahat ng gusto mo." She held her face. "Pangsamantala lang 'to." She added and smiled at her. "Okay." Nat replied with a smile; no trace of disgrace.

—

Natalia went back to school as soon as she felt better. Leni, without hesitation and complains, walked and fetched her from her school every single day. She looked for job openings during Natalia's class hours.

Cashier clerk, saleslady, bookkeeper, coffee shop clerk. She almost tried every job opportunity she could take in order to earn enough money to pay for their needs, most especially, Natalia's needs. She never made it obvious to her that she was struggling and stressing herself out to earn. She didn't want Natalia to feel bad for her.

One time, her colleague suggested for her to try on applying of executive firms since she studied Communications in FEU for two years. Despite that she didn't finish college, she still got the edge. She tried considering the idea since she was being too stressed out with multiple employment with minimum salary and it was taking too much of her time.

She began to look for job openings on newspapers and took her chance by applying on every opportunity she saw for the next days and weeks, yet, she always got the same response from the employers.

We'll call you back as soon as we review your resumé.

She started to feel hopeless. She felt incompetent since she's just an undergrad of Communications.

Bakit nga naman sila maghahire ng undergrad ng Communications kung meron naman silang makukuhang may degree na?

Some of the women she talked to during her application processes in the company discreetly pulls her down as well by chuckling over the fact that she's trying so hard to get hired with an undergrad degree on her resumé. She felt so down.

—

"Leni! Nakakita ka na ba ng magandang job opening kase meron dito o..." Her colleague, Grace, pointed out the job hiring ad on the newspaper. She took it from her and reviewed the ad.

Approximately P25,000/mo salary

Eight working hours. Six working days.

She was persuaded by everything she saw until she read the name of the firm that was offering the job.

Rocos Insurances

Grace wondered why she suddenly frowned. "Bakit?" She asked. "Oh... uhm...wala naman. Ano lang kase... Rocos Insurances." Leni retorted.

"Bakit anong problema?" Heather looked at the ad and saw nothing unusual about it. "Anong meron sa Rocos Insurances? May bad feedbacks ba about it?" She wondered. "Eh... Mmm. Wala naman. Ano lang parang masyadong malaking kumpanya." Leni refused to elaborate.

—

As Leni walked home, she tried to think about applying to Rocos Insurances. She recalled that Bongbong was a board member of the company and it largely bothered her. She didn't wanna see him again. She never wanted to see him again, actually. She just thought it was sickening to see him again and recall what happened to them in the past.

But the job offer is perfect. The building is close to Natalia's school. The working hours isn't too consummating.

Bongbong is a board member, very high position. Malabo naman sigurong magkita kami. Masyadong malaki yung kumpanya, executive assistant lang naman ang pag-aapplyan ko. Parang very unlikely that we'll bump into each other and if so, that would be sporadic.

She made up her mind to give it a shot the next day.

—

Leni went to Rocos building and lined up for the interview.

"Excuse me. May pila." An applicant bîtched her out as she stood up in the middle without noticing that she was breaking the line.

"Ah! Sorry." She apologized and felt so intimidated. She moved away and stood behind her. She was silenced for a moment until another applicant arrived.

"Mag-aapply ka din?" The new applicant asked. "Oo eh."

"By the way I am Risa." She introduced herself. "Uuh hi. Leni."

"Nakakatakot noh? Kakagraduate ko lang e. Fresh grad. First time ko to look for work. Ikaw saan ka graduate?" She asked.

"Uhm... Undergrad kase ako. Financial problems kase sa pamilya kaya ayun... Nagbabaka-sakali lang na matanggap dito..." She chuckled.

The applicant in front of them snorted upon overhearing that she was undergrad.

"Good luck with that." The applicant threw a sarcasm to degrade Leni for being an undergrad.

Few moments later, the applicant in front of Leni went out to the comfort room.

"Next." The assistant called Leni's attention. "Uh... May nauna po kase..."

"'Miss? It's your turn. Our boss doesn't like waiting."

"Pero may nauna po kase bago ako-"

"Go Leni. It's okay." Risa encouraged her.

Leni hesitated for a moment fearing that the applicant before her would get angry but she had no choice.

She walked inside the office and ironed her clothes with her hands as she entered. She took a deep breath before moving her sight from the floor up to her eye level as she attempted to smile.

She was stunned as soon as she saw who was waiting for her at the boss' table.

It was Bongbong Marcos.

She didn't expect that he would be the one to interview her. She thought it would be very unlikely for them to cross paths in such a huge firm but then there they are.

He moved his sight from the document he was reading up to Leni with no trace of shock and surprise. He was bewildered to see her again as well but he cared less.

"Are you just gonna stand there, miss?" He asked.

"Oh! Uh... No. No. I'm sorry. Good morning po." She stuttered and took a seat as Bongbong started to review her resumé.

"So... Miss Robredo, right?" He began. "Yes po."

"I see you're an undergrad. Would you mind if I ask why?" He asked.

"Well, uhm... I had some personal and family issues po and... Financial. I had to stop and start working so I could make my sister go to school." She explained briefly.

"I see. I suppose you are aware that the other applicants here has a degree. Why do you think I should hire you?" He asked. She started to feel incompetent but she tried to answer hoping he would reconsider, though it is very unlikely.

"Uhm. I have had past working experiences as a cafe clerk, cashier clerk... I've been a saleslady and bookkeeper too. I think my past working experiences are a good foundation and... Is considered an asset for a communication related job hiring like this... Assuming that most of the other applicants with a degree are fresh grads. Without much of experience." She tried to make a point.

"I see." She answered well but her resumé is at the bottom list. She started to feel more incompetent as she felt no trace of recognition from Bongbong's face — he was really pulling it off.

Natatandaan niya pa kaya ako or baka hindi na? Weird.

Bongbong couldn't think of any other questions for her.

"Hmmm. Thank you, miss Robredo. We'll review your resume and give you a call in case." He informed her.

Eto nanaman yung 'We'll call you after we review your resume."

She concluded that she didn't stand a chance. She made a soft sighed and took her folder with her.

"You're telling me that you have a good communication skills from your experience pero ramdam na ramdam ko ang kaba mo." He followed up right after she stood up.

She turned back nervously. "I'm sorry. Hindi lang po ako sanay kumausap ng sobrang lalaking tao who's... a CEO in MedMission, board member in Rocos Insurances, vice president of..." She started to recall and utter shyly.

He suddenly started to recall him telling her about it at the hospital. He was slightly impressed that she remembered everything he said.

"Anyway, thank you for your time, Mr. Marcos." She thanked him trying to suppress her hopelessness. He remained silent as she took steps away from him.

She stopped for a while and turned back again to him; taking his attention.

"Pasensya na po kung nasayang ko yung oras niyo..." She apologized and continued walking away. He didn't show any trace of sympathy, he just don't care. He's used to rejecting applicants and deciding for them in his head.

The assistant made the next applicant to enter the office bumping with Leni on purpose.

"Nauna ako sa'yo eh." The applicant whisper-scolded Leni before she was even able to go out of the office.

"Sorry, sinabi ko naman—" The applicant walked away giving her no chance to explain.

—

Bongbong decided to have a short break from the interviewing. He walked down to have some coffee in a cafe nearby when he overheard something near the elevator.

"Alam mong nauna ako sayo at nagCR lang ako tapos inunahan mo na ako." The lady chastised.

"I'm sorry... Sinabi ko naman na may nauna talaga saakin tsaka nag-CR ka lang kaso sabi nung assistant ayaw ni Sir Marcos na naghihintay kaya pumasok na ako." Leni defended herself politely.

"Ang dami mong excuse. Pinatunayan mo lang talaga yung pinagkaiba natin. May degree ako, ikaw wala. Ang uneducated mo, simpleng pila hindi mo masunod." She walked towards the opened elevator and hit Leni's shoulder causing her to drop her folders. She immediately closed the elevator door disabling Leni to come in with her.

Leni was left behind. She felt hurt and degraded with the words thrown at her. She started to pick up the scattered papers on the floor from her folder. She looked so susceptible and weak. Tears filled her eyes but she had to suppress it to herself, she doesn't wanna make a scene in the building.

Bongbong who was watching from afar changed his mind about going out for a food, he lost his mood. He doesn't like seeing scenes like that, more like, he doesn't care about other people's lives. He walked back to his office and went back to his business.

#bongleni #hnr #hit n run #leni robredo #bongbong marcos #series

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jovibryan-blog · 5 years

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How Do You Overcome Your Weaknesses?

"Socrates" Simula nung natuto akong tumayo Naisipan kong lumakad ng malayo Tumakbo ako ng sobrang bilis at ayun nadapa ako Sinisigaw ko ang paghingi ng saklolo "Mama, mama" habang may luha pa sa mata "Oh anak anong nangyari sayo" "Ma nadapa ako" "Kawawa naman ang anak ko, masakit ba?" "Opo, masakit". Masakit, masakit ang madapa dahil iiwanan ka nitong may sugat Hapdi na kalaunan ay papalitan na ito ng peklat. Masakit ang madapa sa mga sahig Dahil kahit anong oras pwede nitong kunin ang pintig Tibok ng puso na maaaring hindi mo na marinig Maaaring mabagok ka na sa sahig. Opo, masakit Masakit dahil sa pagtuntong ko sa paaralan Ang ayoko maranasan ay ang maiwanan Hahatid ka ng iyong magulang Tapos maiiyak ka na kasi wala na sila sa bintana Pero nasa malapit lang pala sila Nasa upuan nakaupo Naghihintay na matapos ang pagtuturo. Opo, masakit Masakit ang masabihan ng guro Lalo na kung ikaw lagi ang itinuturo Mga kamag-aral na mapanglait Masakit ang masabihan ng pangit Kahit ipakita mo sa kanila ang pagiging mabait Lalo lang silang nanakit. Opo, masakit Masakit ang mapahiya sa harap nila Kaya minsan parang wala na akong sigla Kasi masakit Masakit ang tanungin na "kaibigan ba kita?" Yung piling na lagi kayong magkasama Kasi meron ka nung bagay na gusto nila Maaaring sabihin na kailangan ka lang nila Pero nung wala na Wala nang kwenta sa kanya. Opo, masakit Masakit ang umibig sa taong hindi ka magawang mahalin At ang mahalin pero parang mahal na laruan na may tag price Matapos mong bilhin ay bigla na lng tatanggalin ang presyo Hindi iniingatan, hindi pinapahalagahan Sasabihin pa ng iba "hindi ka na mahal" Isa ka nang lumang laruan na makikita sa bangketa Tingin na lng sayo ay napakamura Mga napapamura kasi hindi na maganda Hindi na maganda ang naging buhay. Opo, masakit Masakit kapag bigla mo na naman naalala Oras, panahon, mga pagkakataon na alaala Sa pagitan ng sayang Ako ay nanghihinayang Pero minsan Sa wakas natutunan ko nang makalimutan. Opo, masakit Masakit ang maparinggan ng tao Lalo na kapag ang sinasabi nila ay totoo Yung tipong ipaglalaban mo pa yung mali Kasi hindi mo matanggap na ikaw ay nagkamali. Masakit, masakit ang masabihan ng nakakasakit na salita Yung maaaring magpatulo sa ating mga luha Yung maaaring pagmulan ng ating mga galit Sakit, hinanakit, galit, sakit Oo, masakit Masakit ang madapa Pero ngayon ko naisip na dapat pala akong matuwa Dapat pala akong tumayo Sa susunod mag-iingat na ako para hindi na madapa. Oo, masakit Masakit ang maiwanan Pero hindi mangyayari ang ngayon kung hindi ko yun naranasan Dapat na nga lang tayo lumimot Dahil wala naman talagang magandang maidudulot Nakaraan na naiisip natin lagi sa negatibong paraan Isa pala itong daan Para meron tayong matutunan Sa susunod na sakit na mararamdaman Mga alaala na dapat nang kalimutan Masakit talaga ang katotohanan Ibig sabihin gumawa ka na ng kabutihan Kung ayaw mong ganun ang mapakinggan. Kaya ngayon gusto ko pang masaktan Pagsubok ang huhubog para sa taong marami ang kahinaan Walang kwenta ang taong wala pang napagdadaanan. —Socrates— One of the famous quote of Socrates is "An unexamined life is not worth living." And by this idea, I created this poem that describes my experiences that taught me an important lessons, and by this way, it will show a lot of idea regarding on how I overcome my weaknesses. Well, weakness is the state of being weak and it is the quality that prevents someone from being effective or useful. And we know that we have weaknesses that limit us. But the thing is our mind is a powerful tool. It can either be used as a platform for growth, or it can be used to hold us back from achieving our dreams. We are only as weak as our minds are fearful and our experiences shape us into who we are. However, as ideal as that sounds, many of us know how difficult it is to overcome some of the limitations, weaknesses and fears that have set us back our entire lives. But these are the things that I do to overcome my weakness: Be honest with yourself, recognize and accept your weaknesses. There’s a reason for those weaknesses. They’re meant to serve you rather than to limit. Because once you overcome those things, that’s when real progress is made in life. That’s when you really begin to grow and mature as a human being. We’re weak for very specific reasons. We are the product of all of our experiences, experiences that shaped us. It’s hard to overcome something that’s become such an important part of your life. Clearly, it’s not easy to overcome a weakness. Nor, is it easy to break a bad habit or achieve a big goal. But people still do it every single day, step by step. And It’s about mental toughness. Well, in spiritual aspect, I made it by prayers and by the help of our God. You can't turn a weakness into a strength if you're busy denying the weakness exists. So your first assignment is to recognize that you have weaknesses and determine what they are. Everyone has personal weaknesses but others ignore their personal weaknesses and find themselves repeating mistakes and leading unfulfilled lives. The secret to self improvement is to discover your weaknesses and either correct them, or find a way to turn them into strengths. One of my weakness has always been fear of rejection. Fear of rejection can stop you from doing many things throughout your life. It keeps you from taking chances, making friends, asking for help and effectively communicating with other people. Fear is one of the most devastating of all personal weaknesses. One way to overcome fear is to actually face whatever it is. The things you fear will become monster in your head. The more you allow them to control you, the larger they become. By facing these fears, you not only raise your confidence level, but you begin to cut the monsters down to size. You can make a list of your failures or shortcomings so it will point you in the direction of your weaknesses. Now that you’ve identified that weakness you can start developing a strategy to work on it. When you overcome the weakness, there’s a better chance that your future outcomes will be what you want. Earlier I spoke about my fear of rejection. I eventually overcame this weakness with some help from my friends. When I used to get frustrated with tasks I would ask myself, “How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time." That is how I began to overcome my personal weakness, my fear of rejection. One bite at a time. You can get guidance from the others especially for someone you trust, they helped me to gain control of the situation. Rely on your friends. Fellowship with others is a strength in any situation. Admitting that you need help in a certain area will help you to include team members and other partners in your tasks. You can also learn to overcome your weaknesses by observing how others tackle those tasks. If you find it difficult to reach out or to rely on others, this might be your weakness! You can take steps to learn how to depend on others. You can ask for a feedback. You might not always recognize your own weaknesses. Sometimes, it helps if you ask for feedback from people that know you well. Get the opinion of your family, your friends, or anyone else that you know well. To get an idea, feedback is a helpful information or criticism that is given to someone to say what can be done to improve a performance, product, etc. Remember that you must avoid becoming defensive when asking for feedback but thank them for their advice. One thing that I did is to think of things I want to change in my life. If there are areas of life that make you unhappy, it may be because you feel weak or unsuited to handle those areas well. Make a note of such things and see if there is any correlation between your weaknesses and the changes you want to make. Ask yourself how each weakness serves you. Your mind does not create weaknesses on purpose. These traits are created in an attempt to protect you or serve you in some way. The sooner you understand what that is, the sooner you can find a more positive way to cope with that situations, the more chances of overcoming your fears and weaknesses. Remember that nobody can be perfect at everything. If you struggle with certain skills or subjects, consider your strengths instead. For example, you may not be good at math, but you can celebrate how good you are at writing. Use your strengths to overcome a weakness. There are multiple ways to look at any task or situation. Instead of focusing on skills that you lack, try tackling tasks with the skills you do have. This can build your confidence and make you capable of doing more things that you thought possible. You can take a class, workshop, or training to develop some skills. You could also seek out a mentor to help you grow as a person and overcome your weaknesses. You can also read a self-help book or search on youtube on how to improved your skill and how to overcome your weakness. Once your weaknesses are identified, you need a plan to beat them. Set goals for yourself with time limits. Under each goal, create actionable steps that allow you to stay on track and succeed. Tell other people about your goals to make yourself accountable for them. You may even ask a trusted friend or mentor to be an accountability partner. They should check in every now and then to see how far you have progressed. While you are working to overcome a weakness, work on things you are good at, too. This will keep your confidence up and help you get back to work overcoming the weaknesses. It also keeps you looking competent and skilled while you build your skillset even more. Count every success. Your weaknesses are called weaknesses for a reason. It takes hard work and dedication to overcome them. Even if you fall short of a goal, acknowledge any progress that you did make. This will keep you in a positive frame of mind and help you pick up and continue overcoming the weakness. Celebrate all of your successes. You can do this by taking photographs to commemorate them, making social media posts, or going out to dinner with friends. This is an option, but I found out that this might have a positive effect on overcoming weaknesses. To make a conclusion of it, I overcome my weaknesses by recognizing and defining it. I make a plan and I send help from the others so they can help and guide me. And remember that prayer is very effective way, ask God to give you strength to overcome your fears and weaknesses, and lastly, keep this in our mind, "Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” (Joshua 1:9 NIV)

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One act play

CYNDRIELLA’S MADNESS

Ten-Minute Play

Caudilla, Mary Jane

Andres, Patricia

Matterig, Winnie

Aguado, Joel

CHARACTERS

Cyndriella Salvador- A princess who forgot everything and live normal in the Mortal world

Sandy- A good friend of Cyndriella

Madrasta- Stepmother of the Princess

Anastasia- Step sister of Cyndriella

Drizelle- Step sister of Cyndriella

Prince Carl Alfonso- Prince charming

Stacey- A mean girl

Nicole- Schoolmate

Vincent Rocco- Schoolmate

Jake De Guzman- Schoolmate

TIME

The time is present

PLACE

Urban town, Philippines

Scene 1

DAY. CLASSROOM SETTING

SANDY

M-mabait, matulungin at masunurin, ganyan si C-cinderella. Kaya naman ginantimpalaan siya at namuhay siya kasama ang pamilya niya ng masya haban- aray!

(ELLA THROW BAG ON SANDY)

TEACHER

Ms. Salvador! Anong ginawa mo?

ELLA

Yes Ma’am? Oh, okay? I’m sorry Miss Filipino teacher pero nakakairita na po kasi e.

NICOLE

Grabe ka naman ella. Nagkwekwento lang naman si Sandy a.

ELLA

I know and that’s the reason why. Cindirella’s story or any other princess blah blah blah is not true and will never be one. Don’t be fooled.

CLASSMATE

(LAUGHING ON SANDY’S ARGUMENTS)

TEACHER

Tama na yan. Class dismissed. Ella, tigilan mo na si Sandy, panalo kana.

(EVERYONE WILL BE GOING OUT AND THE CURTAINS WILL BE CLOSED)

Scene 2

HALLWAY

STACEY

At alam mo ba? Nginitian ako ni carl kanina Like O-M-G!

JESSA

Talaga? Oh my god nakakainggit ka talaga Stacey!

STACEY

Ako pa ba? Ako kaya ang queen bee dito sa scho-what the!

(ELLA & STACEY WILL BUMP ON EACH OTHER)

ELLA

Oops.

JESS

Hey! Di ka man lang ba magsosorry? Natapunan yung damit niya ng juice dahil sa ginawa mo!

ELLA

Anong sinasabi mo? Nakakatawa ka naman. Wala akong ginagawa at kayo ang puro dada at di tumitingin sa dinadaanan kaya bakit ako magsosorry?

STACEY

Matapang ka, di mo ba ako kilala?

ELLA

Hindi e. Sino kaba?

STACEY

Huh? Para sabihin ko sayo, ako lang naman ang-

ELLA

Shut it! Di rin naman ako interesado sayo. Eto piso bili ka ng kausap mo!

(ELLA’S GOING TO WALK OUT AND THE CURTAINS WILL BE CLOSED)

SCENE 3

KWARTO

(ELLA HAD A NIGHTMARE AND WOKE UP WITH FEAR ON HER FACE)

MADRASTA

Cyndriella! Cyndriella! Buksan mo ang pinto! Okay ka lang ba?

ELLA

Okay lang lang ako. Umalis kana.

MADRASTA

Anak, pag may kailangan ka, tawagin mo lang ako

ELLA

Umalis kana lang, pwede? Matutulog na ako.( Anu yun? Bakit nanaginip ng ako ng ganun? Parang totoo. Parang nagyayare talaga- VOICE OVER) Ella, stop it. Wala lang yun. Kailangan mo nang matulog Cyndriella Salvador. Argh!

(CURTAINS WILL BE CLOSED)

SCENE 4

DINING ROOM

ANASTASIA

Oh ate, tara mag-umagahan na tayo

DRIZELLE

Oo nga ate kami nagluto niyan. Niluto talaga naming mga paborito mong pagkain

(ELLA WILL JUST IGNORE THEM)

MADRASTA

Sandali lang anak-

ELLA

Pwede bang wag mo akong tawaging anak? Di kita nanay at mas lalong hindi tayo magkadugo. Wala na rin naman naman si daddy kaya di mo na kailangang makipagplastikan pa saakin.

DRIZELLE

Ate wag mo naming ginaganyan si mama

ELLA

Whatever. Papasok na ako

(CURTAIN WILL BE CLOSED)

SCENE 5

HALLWAY

STACEY

Hi Carl! I’m Stacey. Ah ako pala yung Queen Bee dito sa school. Anak ako ng isa sa sharehol-

CARL

Oh pare, kumusta?

(CARL SEES HIS FRIENDS)

STACEY

Ah carl! Nabalitaan ko kasing single ka, I can be your girlfriend if you want? Sige na. Single ka naman diba? Pwedeng pwede ako!

JAKE DEGUZMAN

Pare! sige na bebot nayan oh

VINCENT ROCCO

Ang hina hina mo talaga pare, kusa na nga silang lumalapit sayo.

(THEY ALL LAUGH TOGETHER)

STACEY

So ano? Tayo naba?

CARL

I’m sorry but, hindi ako pwedeng gawin ang hinihiling mo.

STACEY

Bakit? Tell me why? Maganda naman ako ah

(STACEY GRABS CARL’S HANDS)

CARL

N0, its not like that pero kasi ano. Ahmmmm may girlfriend na ako.

STACEY

Ano? What about me!? Sino? No way?

(THE BELL RANG)

CARL

Ah sorry I really need to go. See you around Stace, nice meeting you by the way

(CURTAINS WILL BE CLOSED)

SCENE 6

CORRIDOR

CARL

Ahh, excuse me? Dito ba yung St. Catherine room?

ELLA

CARL

Oh okay. Sa wakas, nahanap ko rin kalilipat ko lang kasi dito kaya hindi ko kabisado yng lugar. Cyndriella Salvador? Sound’s familiar.

ELLA

Tawagin mo nalang akong ella. Not with my real name. I hate it!

CARL

Bakit? Is it because it sounds like cindere-

SANDY

Magkasama na kayo. Sabi kona nga ba. Ella! Cyndriella, nakita mo na ulit siya. Hindi mo na siya nakilala siya si prin-

ELLA

Anong sinasabi mo? Pwede ba, hindi tayo close para tawagin ang totoong pangalan ko ha!

SANDY

Pero kasi kilala mo siya!

ELLA

I know. He’s Carl Alfonso, okay now? You know what? Panira ka ng araw alam mo yun? Makakaalis na nga!

(CURTAINS WILL BE CLOSED)

SCENE 7

HOUSE

SANDY

Kailangan niya nang maalala ang lahat. Nalalapit na ang kaarawan ng prinsipe.

MADRASTA

Ano? Akala ko ba nagging normal na ang lahat?

ANASTASIA

Ibig sabihin…

GRIZELLE

Hindi parin mabuti ang kalagayan ng kaharian?

MADRASTA

Hindi pwedeng mangyari to. Kailangan nating gumawa ng paraan

SANDY

Ang magagawa lang natin paraan ay ipaalala ang lahat sa kanya

GRIZELLE

Sa tingin ko hindi yon uubra. Nag-iba na siya. Di na siya nakikinig samin at maging sayo hindi siya makikinig panigurado.

SANDY

May naiisip akong paraan at ito na lang ang natitirang pag-asa natin.

(CURTAINS WILL BE CLOSED)

SCENE 8

HALLWAY

(CARL AND ELLA, MAGKAKABUNGGUAN)

CARL

Opss, im sorry, diko sinas- ella?

ELLA

Ikaw na naman?

CARL

Pasensya kana ah, It’s my fault. Di ako tumitingin sa dinadaanan ko. Oh eto (iaabot ang mga nahulog na libro) By the way san ka pupunta?

ELLA

Canteen

CARL

Good! Pasabay na ako ha. Dun din punta ko e.

STACEY

Well, well, well. Look who’s here. Hi! Carl

CARL

Hello Ms?

STACEY

Looks like you already forgotten my name. Anyways, I talked to your dad a moment ago.

CARL

You did?

STACEY

Yeah at sinigurado niya sa akin na wala kang girlfriend

CARL

Actually, I have

STACEY

Oh really? Then show and tell me who she is.

CARL

Cyndriella Salvador; so if you’ll excuse us, kailangan na naming magkaroon ng quality time together

(CARL PUTS HIS HANDS ON ELLA’S WAIST)

ELLA

Ano ba? bitiwan mo nga ako. At ano yung pinagsasabi mo ha?

CARL

I’m sorry kinakailangan ko lang talagang sabihin yun para tigilan na niya ako. That’s it.

ELLA

Ewan ko sayo!

(WALK OUT)

CARL

Teka lang sandali! ganito nalang, para makabawi ako, here (iaabot ang card) birthday ko bukas and I want you to be there. Come on, it would be fun. I promise.

ELLA

Akin na nga yan! Tsssk

(CURTAINS WILL BE CLOSED)

Scene 10

HOUSE

ELLA

Anong ginagawa niyo? Anong nangyari dito? Bat ang kalat?

MADRASTA

Sa wakas nakauwi kana rin. Umpisahan mo nang maglinis Cyndriella.

ELLA

Maglinis - what?

ANASTASIA

Bingi kaba? Sabi maglinis ka.

(ANASTASIA WILL THROW CLEANING MATERIALS INFRONT OF ELLA)

ELLA

No way. Bakit ako maglilinis eh hindi ko naman kalat yang-

MADRASTA

Ang sabi ko maglinis ka! Ako pa rin ang masusunod dito! Ano? Maglilinis kaba o ihohold ko lahat ng allowance mo for the month

ELLA

Seriously? What the hell!

DRIZELLE

May pupuntahan lang kami at pagbalik naming dapat malinis na to dahil kung hindi, lagot ka kay mama

(THE THREE OF THEM WALKS OUT AND THE CURTAINS WILL BE CLOSED)

SCENE 11

LIVING ROOM

MADRASTA

OH, katagal mo naman Cyndriella. Hmm marunong ka naman palang maglinis. Simula ngayon , ikaw na gagawa ng lahat ng gagawing bahay.

ELLA

Nagbibiro kaba ha?

MADRASTA

Balita ko binigyan ka rin ng invitation para sa isang birthday party?

DRIZZELLE

Meron rin kami

(DRIZELLE SHOWS THE INVITATION TO ELLA)

ELLA

Pinaglalaban niyong dalawa?

ANASTASIA

Ibig-sabihin lang naman non, hindi ka pupunta

ELLA

At sino ka para diktahan ako?

DRIZELLE

Mama oh?

MADRASTA

Hindi ka pupunta. And that’s final!

ELLA

Aaaaarrgh!

(THE CURTAINS WILL BE CLOSED)

SCENE 12

BIRTHDAY RECEPTION

VINCENT ROCCO

Happy birthday pare!

JAKE DEGUZMAN

Happy birthday! Prince Carl Alfonso. You grow old already.

(THE THREE OF THEM TALKS HAPPILY)

STACEY

Happy birthday Carl. Oh? So where is your oh-so called Girlfriend? Ella’s not coming?

CARL

She will be here.

STACEY

Sabi mo eh

CARL

(VOICE OVER- sana magpunta ka cyndriella)

(CURTAINS WILL BE CLOSED)

SCENE 13

HALLWAY

ELLA

Ano ba sa tingin nila ang ginagawa nila? Di nila ako madidiktahan pupunta ako sa ayaw at sa gusto nila. I am not named Cyndriella Salvador for nothing.

PULUBI

Anak, palimos n-nagugutom na kasi ako

ELLA

Wala akong pera.

PULUBI

Sige na anak, kahit konting tulong lang

ELLA

Ano ba! Wag mo nga akong hawakan, nagmamadali ako eh! Tumabi ka nga.

(ELLA WILL PUSH THE BEGGAR OUT OF HER WAY)

PULUBI

S-sige na anak…

ELLA

Ahh magtrabaho ka hindi yung iaasa mo sa iba ang kakainin mo. Paki ko ba sayo. Diyan kana nga!

PULUBI

Salbahe ka. Dapat sayo ay parusahan para matuto ka. Cyndriella Salvador, matutunan mo ang lessons mo ngayon!

(THE BEGGAR WAVES HER HAND TOWARDS ELLA)

(THE CURTAINS WILL BE CLOSED)

SCENE 14

BIRTHDAY RECEPTION

NICOLE

Look at her. She’s so ugly!

JESSA

What’s with that face? Is she even invited? What the hell.

STACEY

Hey! Who are you? Paano ka nakapasok dito ha?

ELLA

Pinapasok ako sa pintuan at may invitation ako.

(EVERYONES ATTENTION WILL BE INFRONT)

EMCEE

Good evening ladies and gentlemen. This might, well going to celebrate prince Alfonso’s birthday. Your presence is so much appreciated tonight. Just enjoy and have fun, cheers.

(ALL OF THEM TOUSING THE GLASS)

(PRINCE CARL LOST HIS CONSCIOUSNESS)

STACEY

Oh my god! Prince!

ELLA

Carl!

STACEY

Ano ba! Lumayo ka nga! You freak. You better stay away from him baka mahawaan mo pa siya ng kapangitan mo!

(STACEY PUSH ELLA CAUSING HER TO BE ON FLOOR)

SANDY

Cyndriella, okay ka lang? Anong nangyari sa mukha mo?

ELLA

Mukha ko? Anong sinasabi mo?

SANDY

Tignan mo.

(SANDY WILL HAND ELLA HER PHONE)

ELLA

Oh my! Ahhhh! Anong nangyari sa akin!?

SANDY

Mukhang naparusahan ka. At ang nangyari sa prinsipe mukahang nilason, may nagtangkang sa buhay niya. Cyndriella Salvador! Kailangan mong making sa akin. Pakiusap kahit ngayon lang kailangan mo nang maalala ang lath para maging maayos na ang lahat. Hindi ako nababaliw ella. Maniwala ka.

MADRASTA

Maniwala ka sa kanya. Anak

ELLA

a-nong kailangan kong gawin?

SANDY

Sundin mo ang puso mo

(ELLA WILL GO TO PRINCE AND SHE SLOWLY KISS HIM)

(THE CURTAINS WILL BE CLOSED)

SCENE 15

BIRTHDAY RECEPTION

FATHER

( VOICE OVER)

Ikaw si Cinderella, anak. Maging mabait ka, masunurin at responsableng dalaga dahil pagdating ng araw, ikaw na ang mamumuno sa buong kaharian.

ELLA

N-naaalala ko na… a-ako si Cinderella. Sandy, a-ako ang prinsesa.

SANDY

Nakakaalala ka na nga. Masaya ako para sayo pero kailangan na nating bumalik ng kaharian dahil kailangan ka nila. Kailangan ka naming lahat. Kailangan mo nang mamuno at mahirang na reyna.

ELLA

Maraming salamat dahil hindi niyo ako pinabayaan. Ginawa niyo ang lahat para sa kapakanan ko. Ipagpaumanhin niyo kung mayroon man akong nasabi o nagawang hindi maganda. Nguniit ipinapangako ko na gagampanan ko ang pagiging reyna at sisiguraduhing magiging maayos, masaya at maganda ang magiging pamumuhay nang lahat.

PRINCE CARL ALFONSO

Mukhang kailangan mo nang katulong sa bagay na yan, Cinderella. Andito lang ako, mahal kong reyna.

(ALL OF THEM LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER)

(THE CURTAINS WILL BE CLOSED)

THE END

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