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hello! you’re such a talented writer it’s unbelievable. I just wanted to tell you that i’m a dancer and I read adagio in double time a year ago in less than a day, and it was so good and stuck with me so much that it will occasionally pop into my head when i’m in a ballet class. I’m usually hesitant to read fanfics that make the characters dancers because I feel like it can be so easy to get wrong but i decided to read yours and you captured it so beautifully and perfectly
oh thank you so much for saying this!
as someone who was also a dancer a lifetime ago, adagio has a very special place in my heart (and I definitely understand the hesitance to read dance aus ajfkdlsaj)
I love those little ballet kiddos and I'm honored it's stuck with you so long <3 <3 <3
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pharawee · 9 days
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Studio Wabi Sabi announced today that they will close down their artist management department and from now on focus on production.
Artist management will continue as usual until the end of established contracts (and there's currently a lot of artists on Wabi Sabi's roster ... they haven't even updated their website yet).
Several artists have already terminated their contracts and jumped ship over to gmmtv:
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I don't know what this means for... literally all of my faves (who are at this point still with Wabi Sabi) but I hope Bas, Earth, Benz, Art, Tor and Oat will quickly find new managements too. Bas doen't even have one (1) finished Wabi Sabi Project under his belt (the Fourever Project pilot trailer not counting). 😭
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janaknandini-singh999 · 6 months
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Rani lingered by and stepped back in the shadows to avoid being seen by Jamini as she went by, glimpsing a content smile on her ever serene thakuma.
She had no intentions of hearing what the women were talking about but couldn't help herself when she had picked up their voices discussing something intently, especially of her dadi saas Dhanlakshmi, whose unwavering tone was such a contrast to the sweet, yet as determined one, of her thakuma. She smiled.
Both the women just couldn't have more different personalities yet they were talking. They had come together. Because of their respective grandchildren. Rani had always wondered, however, that in temperament maybe she was more like Dhanlakshmi than even her own grandmother. A rock, a parvat - despite of everything she faced, because of everyone she distanced. Rani couldn't ever imagine being distant from her family though, she agreed, but when she was growing up she just felt a little.. different from her family. All of them were beautiful and unique in their own ways but she had grown to be the unrelenting parvat in their house. But after being so strong, in the end, when she'd get tired of it all, she'd often go to find peace the most in her thakuma's chaanv. She was glad her thakuma could talk to Dhanlakshmi, providing something to her dadi saas as well, no matter how little it may have been received because of the walls Dhanlakshmi had put up around her heart since eons now.
She smiled again.
Rocky was so much like her thakuma.
He was bubbly, kind and gentle just like her. If she was the parvat then he was the river flowing from it, calming it down, helping it find a purpose for being strong for so long.
The universe has a strange way of working indeed - these two lovebirds were more like their grandmothers in law than their own grandmothers. She believed that if there's destiny then it was determined to make them come to each other since day one. The evergreen love story of Jamini and Kanwal was simply the first golden ray of an eagerly awaited, breathtaking dawn.
A breeze blew and something fluttered in her palm, her attention diverting to it - an envelope - now remembering why she had come here in the first place. It was a letter she was to deliver. To her dadi saas.
She was learning Punjabi and this was the first thing she wanted to write in the language. She had been moved by how, little by little, Rocky had recently started secretly learning Bangla from her thakuma. He was mad when Rani got to know about it.
"YAAARR SURPRISE DENA THHA MUJHEEE THAAKUMAA NE DHOKA DIYA TUMHE BATAAKEY" Rocky had pouted
"Arey baba unhone NAHI bataya mujhee. Ab tum raat mein sote samey random Bangla gibberish bologe toh KISI KO bhi lagega Monjulika chadhh gayi hain!" Rani had laughed
Rocky had made a bigger puppy face "galat.. Monjulika nahi. Rani Chatterjee chadhh gayi hain mujhe" and had kissed her, grinning
Upon learning about the letter though, Rocky had frowned, saying
"Arey but Punjabi toh sherdilo, deewano ki bhaasha hain! Yeh koi intellectual, dEeP Bangla thodi na hain jo tu aisey heavy topic pe dadi ko likh rahi hain. Aur KYU LIKH RAHI HAIN!??"
Rani had sighed. Her husband was the sweetest angel ever but he was so innocent that it physically used to give her a bittersweet pain sometimes. She had cupped her husband's face and whispered "Many have let her down, baba. It's an apology letter."
He had whispered back "baakiyon ke liye tum kyu maafi maang rahi ho? tumhaari toh koi galti bhi nahi hain."
"Kisiko bhi unki language mein kuch bhi kehne se hamesha woh baat zyaada acche se dil mein jaati hain. Chaahe woh koi bhi ho. Aur hain meri galti. I've been one of those people who have hurt her. I'm not saying that she's never been at fault but.. she's not evil. She is not any more selfish than we all are sometimes. And this is the least she deserves and needs after going through so much. A closure. Maybe a forgiveness that she needs to give to herself too. Maybe she is too proud to give it to herself even now. But maybe my words can help her do that. Just maybe."
"Ab agar unko khudko maaf karna hain toh tum kyu maafi- YAAR BAHOT COMPLICATED hain yeh sab." Rocky groaned in a pillow and then whispered "tumhe jo karna hain karo. But JALDI AANA mujhe tumhare bahot yaad aayegiii"
"OKAYY. Drama queen meri" Rani had shaken her head and broke into laughter with him, kissing his nose before leaving through the door.
The letter fluttered more urgently in her hand now. She had decided to send it as an anonymous one, slipping it in the letterbox of Dhanlakshmi Sweets which was always flooded by a lot of mails anyway so it would be easy.
Just as she opened the mailbox carefully-
"Khud baat karne mein darrti ho kya?"
Rani looked up and saw Dhanlakshmi standing rigidly on the main door of the house. It was the only picture in that moment that one needed to see in order to know who ruled the Randhawa family.
Rani bent down to touch her feet and stiffened when she didn't feel her dadi saas's hands come up to give her blessings. She straightened again, looking elsewhere and clearing her throat.
"Kya hua? Waapis apna wahi puraana bakhaan karne aagayi? Mujhe yeh kehne ki hum dono itne bhi alag nahi hain jitna main samajhti hoon?"
"Nahi." Rani's eyes slowly filling with tears finally met Dhanlakshmi's who was taken a little aback but stood her guard as always.
Rani folded her hands and spoke after what seemed like ages
"I think we couldn't be any more different. I could've never done what you did for your family, that too all alone. You were the backbone when nobody had your back. You're a powerful lady but you have a heart too, no matter how much you tend to show that you don't. And I'm sorry for being one of those to break it, I should've been the last person to do so because I.. understand how it feels to be that way. Dadi," she lowered her head in reverence "ho sake toh.. mujhe maaf kar dena" and the tears came running down, undammed yet again
And Dhanlakshmi came forward, touching Rani's shoulders ever so lightly to make her look up and meet her eyes and Rani could've sworn she saw something changed in them. Rani was so overwhelmed and tired that she closed her eyes when suddenly she felt something on her cheek. She opened her eyes in a flash to find her grandmother in law stiffly patting her bony hand against her cheek - like a long hurt and betrayed child not sure what to do when suddenly being thrown in a pool of genuine affection, like a cold stone being crushed not sure when it will find purpose to be as rigid, hard and strong again. In another lifetime all over again, maybe.
A parvat.
"Ghar ke bade log na kabhi zyaada der tak naaraz rehte hain, naa maafi maangte hain. Bas aashirwaad dete hain" Dhanlakshmi whispered just as coolly and turned around, taking the letter from Rani's who smiled at her dadi saas maa's ever stern figure retreating into her room as if nothing happened.
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@houseofbreadpakoda INSPIREDDDD me <3
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sunshinechay · 1 year
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I think one of the things I love about Between Us vs Until We Meet Again is that Between Us is quieter.
Don’t get me wrong, I love UWMA. I love the idea of messy imperfect people finding love so true that they would find each other over lifetimes. The idea that that love won’t fade with time or become something else. I love the idea that Korn and In believed in each other so much that they would want to be together forever, without reservations, despite any and all mistakes they may have made in their lives and I love the idea that when all is said and done, Dean and Pharm love each other because they’re Dean and Pharm and not because they used to be Korn and In.
But Between Us isn’t like that. It’s quieter story about two boys who find each other and like Korn and In or Dean and Pharm, choose each other. It’s a quiet love story between Win and Team. Two boys who find solace in each other, who learn to forgive themselves. Two boys who find each other at the perfect time.
Both stories are about trauma still sure. Even outside of In and Korn’s death and reincarnation, UWMA is also about generational trauma and the things families do to each other and how it can effect them for years to come. Families are just as imperfect as people and I think UWMA does a good job of showing how families can hurt each other but also how they can come back together and find a new normal, a new understanding, a new way of being a family.
Between Us is about the trauma that occurs against us, but also the trauma we do to ourselves. Team lost his cousin and best friend and spent the next 10+ years punishing himself over and over. Win internalized all of his families problems and dynamics and truly believed himself to be unworthy of things like love. Of things that will stay with you, but only if you let them, only if you grab on with both hands and hold tight. These traumas are not the fault of Team and Win mind you, but there is still that aspect of retraumatization by the person themselves.
The resolution to those traumas can be different as well. For Dean and Pharm, they have to overcome what happened to them, but they also have to find a way to bring their families together in order to heal from In and Korn’s death. It’s a big thing and involves a lot of people and time. It’s messy and imperfect, but it’s important all the same.
Win and Team aren’t like that either. Their journey towards healing is also quiet, still involving a lot of unpacking of trauma and time, but ultimately it’s something they do for themselves. There are other people involved, but it is for all intents and purposes, a solo endeavour of learning to forgive yourself, of learning that you are worthy and you are enough.
Between Us is quiet in a way that I think is perfect when set up against UWMA. Sometimes you want the big sweeping, epic romance of love across time and lives, but sometimes you just want to watch two people fall in love and help each other on their paths through life.
Both stories are imperfect, but amazing in their own way. I’m really glad they both exist and that I got to experience them both.
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superwholockian93 · 7 months
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Anybody else wants to talk about the Ranveer/Rocky Tota/Chandon dola re dola dance sequence?!! 😭😭😭
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Is it just me who wants to wear all those sarees that alia bhatt has worn in "tum kya mile" and dance in the snow like a crazy ass woman knowing that my immunity is so good that fridge water is enough to turn my nose into a river 🥴
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just look at her she looks like a dream
tum kya mile...tum kya mile...hum na rahe hum tum kya mile
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gunsatthaphan · 2 years
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“you’re crazy.”
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gabrielokun · 1 year
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Shows that helped me get through this year
Best of 2022
My Only 12%
La Cuisine
My Ride
Vice Versa
About Youth
Secret Crush on You
Meow Ears Up
Choco Milk Shake
On Cloud Nine  
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marchsstuff · 11 months
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I tried a bit could go bad though uske liye advance mai maafii🤝🎶
Now i should probably go hide in a closet or something ☠️.
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kajuuuukatliiiiii · 5 months
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Mahiyaa finals ke liye aa jaao 😭😭😭😭😭
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the way i refuse to believe peter is dead just bc the fic is not marked w mcd, leaving in delusion is wonderful
ah but is 'creator chose not to use archive warnings' not much more terrifying because Anything Could Happen 😌
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janaknandini-singh999 · 9 months
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Jamini & Kanwal forever <3
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goblinsbriide · 2 years
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#desi mom's practical approach to breakups
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tartt9 · 2 months
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that time of night when i'm thinking about jamie's relationship with money again
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bloodcunt · 6 months
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tribalism in football is absolutely crazy like oh my god? why are you mad that arsenal put out a statement about standing against pgmol? we all know that pgmol is absolutely shambolic because we say it every week so why are you so mad when action is trying to be taken
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doyouneeddirection · 2 years
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Woke up to this
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-from my lover @eyeneeddirection
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