Coming up tomorrow morning! ocean98.com #ocean98 #ocmd #bulldogsrudeawakeningshow #voiceofthecommunity #thankyouforlistening #tidalhealth #junglecry #emilyshah #thechase #abc #bradrutter #majorfredgalvin (at Ocean 98.1 WOCM) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdttvXmrfz5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
0 notes
Rugby Movie Review: Jungle Cry
Just saw #JungleCry and was blown away! Inspiring story of Indian children winning a rugby tournament they shouldn't have. Great acting, directing, and cinematography. Definitely worth a watch! #MovieReview #rugbymovies #rugby #rugbynmovie
Jungle Cry” is a movie directed by Sagar Ballary that tells the story of the U14 India championship team from the Kalinga Institute of Social Sciences. In 2007, the team traveled to London to compete in the U14 Junior Rugby National Cup. The movie follows the team’s coach, Rudra Singh (played by Abhay Deol), and the team’s founder and director, Dr. Samanta (played by Atul Kumar).
The story also…
View On WordPress
0 notes
Jungle Cry Official Trailer | Exclusively on Lionsgate Play
Jungle Cry Official Trailer | Exclusively on Lionsgate Play
12 boys from Kalinga Institute with no clue about rugby, trained hard to master this beautiful sport. Not only that, within just 4 months, they became the roaring The Jungle Cats of India and went on to win the 2007 Under-14 Rugby World Cup. #JungleCry, coming to Lionsgate Play on 3rd June, is their inspiring story.
#JungleCry #OfficialTrailer #AbhayDeol #EmilyShah #LionsgatePlay…
View On WordPress
0 notes
Hero Lyrics - Jungle Cry | Jubin Nautiyal
#Hero
#JungleCry
#JubinNautiyal
#PalashMuchhal
View On WordPress
0 notes
Hero Lyrics (Jungle Cry) - Jubin Nautiyal
#Hero #JubinNautiyal #JungleCry
View On WordPress
0 notes
list of people who have called catalyst kitty / kitten:
jacob seed
corvo attano
vaas montenegro
john seed
list of people who are allowed to call catalyst kitty / kitten:
simon
16 notes
·
View notes
take me into your heart. accept me as your savior. nail me to the FUCKING CROSS. / @junglecry, loved by amour
12 notes
·
View notes
my dick is bigger than you
heavily debatable
8 notes
·
View notes
@junglecry.
humming, faith lazily circles him, twirling and occasionally bouncing on her toes. she feels no fear of him. there’s enough bliss in the air to take out an elephant, far more than she’d use on most men. but this man, he could almost prove to be as dangerous as her, if left unchecked. she can’t have that. she must be the terror. she must be death. she won’t let him slide through her fingers.
coming to him, faith’s fingers brush under his chin, lifting it slightly. ‘ fearsome, aren’t you? like a tiger. ‘
6 notes
·
View notes
@junglecry hit that heart.
——❛ it’s not that... i was just concerned— ❜ she truly hadn’t meant any harm, he was just covered in bandages! she’d wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything serious, but, oh, she’d made him upset, hadn’t she? regret settles in her stomach. plants were so much easier to talk to than others, so much easier to read, && to keep happy. hands fiddle && tug at each other, a little tip of a quirk.
❛ really, i’m sorry. it was rude of me to just assume. i mean, i don’t even know your name— ❜ oh, && now she’s rambling.
6 notes
·
View notes
Coming up tomorrow morning! ocean98.com #ocean98 #ocmd #bulldogsrudeawakeningshow #voiceofthecommunity #thankyouforlistening #tidalhealth #junglecry #emilyshah #thechase #abc #bradrutter #majorfredgalvin (at Ocean 98.1 WOCM) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdttoi0Lbzp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
0 notes
——- ❝ One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in this
universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled. ❞
( ——- @junglecry sc )
4 notes
·
View notes
disrespectful girl ------ see how she walks through this jungle as though she owns it ? not a trace of fear edges her awestruck visage. this is no place for a child and in all fairness, she’s not meant to be here. her stepfather didn’t want to bring “ that cocky little bitch ” along on vacation but her mother hissed about “ don’t be such a tightarse, we can’t leave her on her own two weeks, child protective services will come sniffing, you mark my goddamn words ! ” suffice to say, cassandra won that particular argument. steve put his tail between his legs and sullenly booked olivia on too ------ warning her privately that she'd stay out of their way as much as possible if she knew what was good for her.
so she does ! not because she’s afraid of him, or anything ------ olivia simply isn’t interested in trailing after her parents like a lost puppy. holidays are meant to be fun so the less she sees that prick, the better it’ll turn out for her. the day’s played away, with her tiring of the beach and disappearing into the treeline, gray brown eyes like saucers as she takes in her surroundings. a firm stick is claimed from the earthy ground and her adventure begins. her parents don’t cross her mind again until night falls, and she realizes they might have noticed she’s missing by now.
well, maybe; who’s to say ? they’re the furthest thing from doting and thoroughly self absorbed to boot. olivia scowls in spite of herself. man, she could stay lost in this place until the vacation’s end and only then would they give half a toss... still. she should try and get back to them. definitely can’t sleep here ! all these animals wandering around ------ the kid hasn’t bothered them and they’ve mostly left her to it, but it’s still not a risk she wants to take.
❛ ... ... ... ?! ah, oh ------ excuse me !! hey, wait, please wait up ! ❜ snapped twig sends her mismatched gaze flickering, landing ‘pon a figure a ways ahead; olivia springs into action. small girl takes off running in hopeful pursuit of answers, and by the time she’s caught up ------ breathless. she wheezes raggedly in attempts to recover, bruised lips part to inquire. ❛ have you... hhh, hhh... sorry, mister, i jus’ ------ have y’ seen my mom ? ❜
❛ she got yellow hair an’ blue eyes. or, hhh... maybe y’ sawed my step prick ? he’s, um, tall an’ mean an’ he shows a lotta teeth when he smiles. an’ also he’s ugly. but see, we’s on vacation and i need t’, t’ get back... haahhhh... ❜ // @junglecry will help you ??
3 notes
·
View notes
@junglecry / ♡
former ship’s cat far from any place previously known as ‘home’ -- a bad storm having made a distant and unfamiliar shoreline his only savior and new refuge. eight pound predator adjusting to life in this new land quickly as companionship had been found with the, obvious, top of the food chain.
black and white body is curled in the other’s lap, a disgustingly loud purr ECHOING through the otherwise quiet night -- soft, snow white belly facing the SKY and ready to be given the attention it deserves! a small chittering noise passing a furry muzzle. ( pet me! pet me! )
2 notes
·
View notes
@junglecry
The Truth Seeking Trio was coming to an end. Alex was off to pursue his journalism career, eager to make waves around the world, while Hannah sought the military life, joining the marines like her father before her. And once more Sara was alone. Of course, she was happy for her friends and she’d never want to stop them from carrying on with their lives, but where did it leave her…? She had dreams of her own, of quitting her day time job of dental receptionist and moving into the marketing field, but she was rejected over and over again.
Her hope was fleeting.
She managed to pick up a few freelance jobs with YouTubers she’d met through TST, though the jobs lasted a few months at most. It was never enough. She needed a change. Something big to uproot herself from the rut she found herself in. Her roommate offhandedly suggested a humanitarian project, somewhere overseas where she could help those in need. While Sara had traveled all over America, visiting nearly every state for TST’s stories, she had never left the county, much less traveled across the world. The thought of it left her mind buzzing.
She dove into the research, searching up companies who hosted these projects. Many caught her eye, in particular one stationed on the Rook Islands. Prior to her research, Sara had never heard of the islands, and the further she looked into them the more intense her curiosity became. Little was known about the islands, save for the people’s need for new houses after a devastating flood tore apart several of the small villages. Sara switched gears and began researching the project company itself. Almost of all the reviews were exceedingly positive, accompanied by breathtaking photos of the company’s work from prior projects around the world. There was potential here. A place where she could really make a difference.
The next morning she was on the phone with one of the company’s representatives, gathering as much information as she could before making her final decision. Within the month Sara gave her notice at the dental office, had her bag packed and her plane ticket booked. On the flight she met two other people who would be joining her on the project --- Justin, a medical student looking to spend his summer giving back, and Leigh, a former lawyer filling the time of her early retirement. Sara was polite with them, getting along well for the first few hours of the flight. Eventually conversation tapered off as exhaustion crept in. She sunk lower into her seat, putting her headphones in so sleep could take her.
Sara awoke to the plane landing, the harsh landing jostling her so she was bolted upright in her seat. Headphones were torn out of her ears as panic gripped her throat. Leigh, who sat on her right, placed a hand on her shoulder, telling her everything was alright - they were just landing. Sara sucked in a sharp breath, shaking off her disorientation as the plane began to slow, creeping to a stop. The passengers were soon given the okay to exit the plane, but as Sara was gathering her bag from the compartment up top she heard a sharp crack - something that sound almost like gunfire - from outside the plane.
Most of the passengers were already off, leaving Sara and a few other stragglers behind. Panic seized her heart once more, nearly crushing it in an iron grip. She thought better of it. The sound must’ve been something on the plane, a rock striking the propeller maybe. Not gunfire. And still she moved to the opposite end of the narrow aisle, peering outside the window.
Flashes of red caught her eye. The passengers were forced to their knees, hands on their heads, surrounded by a circle of gun-bearing men in red. For a moment Sara thought she was still sleeping, that this was nothing more than a paranoid nightmare, but she blinked, her breath catching in her throat, and still the scene played out before her.
Frozen. She was frozen where she stood, her mind blank as dread came over her in a cold wave, sinking deep into her bones. Her first instinct was to run, but where the hell could she run to? She was trapped. They all were. Her bag was dropped unceremoniously to the floor as she finally found her footing again, blindly following wherever her legs took her. Sara bolted to the back of the plane and locked herself in the bathroom, out of sight.
She wanted to scream, to cry out, as the panic ran like wildfire through her veins, but only sharp, garbled gasps escaped her. Fearing someone would hear, she clamped a hand over her own mouth, pushing herself into the tightest corner of the bathroom, and squeezed her eyes shut.
2 notes
·
View notes