#tamil pride

[bozzon]

character of real bull

One who balls caresses sissy boobs clit mounts himself to pleasure is real bull

O

#pottachi #transgender #tamil #indian #lgbtq community #sissi femboi #tamil pottachi #sissy slot #trans woman #trans pride #Chennai

[countessdankula]

Mr. Fitzwilliam "Nandini Bus Pass Renew Pantela" Darcy.

I am just gonna sit and make edits for these two like my life depends upon it (i am also bad at making edits)

#pride and prejudice 1995 #pride and prejudice #i hope your family is in good health #mr darcy #elizabeth bennett #colin firth #ar rahman #tamil edit #tamil music

[fishyyyyy99]

It's weird how comfort can be found in the most unexpected places. Thinking about this 2006 Tamil movie called Mercury Pookkal which has a scene in which the protagonist's friend (played by Karunas) tells the protagonist (played by Srikanth) about how he can't have sex with his wife (ever), but he thinks that the relationship between a husband and wife is not just about sex, and that there are things beyond it like love and the heart. It wasn't said in the context of asexuality, but it still warmed my alloromantic asexual heart.

(This post is not meant to shame people who like sex or need it in a relationship. I just wanted to talk about a scene in a film, that appealed to me as someone who wants to be in a romantic relationship but is sex-averse.)

#asexuality #ace pride #aces #acespec #alloromantic #tamil cinema #kollywood #tamil #tamil movies #tamil films

[grishaxverse]

a r rahman sir created the masterpiece of the roja album and I haven’t been the same since then

#a r rahman #this album ISTG #saved lives #roja #mani ratnam #arvind swamy #tamil movie #desi pride #desi tumblr #desiblr #desi #music is my therapy

[ghostfilesbish]

love the new theme stariee <3

i did not know vaanavil meant rainbow until i googled it 🙈

heeehhh thank you so much! you're still my only mutual ever, you're the only one who noticed ilysm🥺🌈✨

#dw i googled it as well because i wanted to do something for pride month in tamil lol #niviee my darling<3 #asks

[jeyaam]

Thamizhukkum Amudhendru Per Andha Thamizh Inba Thamizh Engal Uyirukku Ner Uyirukku Ner!!!! 😊

if we r not mutuals yet we should be anon ‼️‼️

#i cant read this normally im singing this in my head #tamil pride‼️ #asks #anon #anonymous

[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

no because this was massively important for us.

our mega star once spoke in misery and rage of how people even in film festivals across India knew only Bollywood, Tamil cinema and Malayali cinema but there was zero recognition to Telugu cinema.

within our country.

and now, because of one man and his insanity and his vision, we stand with an Oscar in front of the entire fucking world.

to the dreamer, to the achiever that jakkanna is, take a bow 🙇‍♀️🛐🛐🛐

what is pride if not you?

#desiblr #rrr #rrrforoscars #rrr for oscars #oscars #oscars 2023 #Telugu cinema

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

“Tar-Elendil, the fourth king, was succeeded by his son Tar-Meneldur, though his daughter Silmariën was the elder." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King, footnote to "Appendix A: Annals of the Kings and Rulers" "Meneldur was the son of Tar-Elendil, the fourth King of Númenor. He was the King's third child, for he had two sisters, named Silmariën and Isilmë. The elder of these was wedded to Elatan of Andúnië and their son was Valandil, Lord of Andúnië, from whom came long after the lines of the Kings of Gondor and Arnor in Middle-earth. Meneldur was a man of gentle mood, without pride, whose exercise was rather in thought than in deeds of the body. . .All that he could gather of the lore of the Eldar and Edain concerning Eä and the deeps that lay about the Kingdom of Arda he studied, and his chief delight was in the watching of the stars." - J.R.R. Tolkien, Unfinished Tales, "Aldarion and Erendis: The Mariner's Wife"

[ID: an edit composed of four posters in muted shades of brown, red, and greenish hues. Each poster is framed on two sides by two brown stripes, the thinner of which is patterned--together they create a frame around all four images.

1: Anugraha Natarajan, a tamil indian model with brown skin and dark hair. She is draped in a dark veil embroidered in gold and wears a jeweled headpiece. Her gaze is on the viewer though her head is turned slightly to the side. Green and brown text reads "silmariën," "princess," and "maiden garlanded with shining light" / 2: Several richly decorated arches in a classical indian style, held up by dark columns between which other arches can be seen. Text reads "the could've-been queen" / 3: A classical indian palace seen through a window, the towers vivid against the sky. Text reads "and the king who was" / 4: Anthony O. Gomes, an indian model with brown skin, dark hair, and a beard. He is seated on the ground, wearing a black shirt resembling a starry sky, white silk trousers, and silver jewelry. He looks earnest and serious and lifts a handful of pearls. Text in the same arrangement as Image 1, though on the opposite sides, reads "meneldur," "polymath," and "servant of the heavens" //End ID]

#silmariën #tar-meneldur #the silmarillion #unfinished tales #the mariner's wife #tolkienedit #tolkiensource #sourcetolkien #silmedit #oneringnet #mepoc #fantasyedit #númenor #edits with the wild hunt #brought to you by me #posters #described

[lunar-serpentinite]

Hariharan Nalin Potter

Heir of House Potter

Faceclaim: Anirudh Pisharody

Hariharan Nalin Potter, commonly known as Harry and famously as the Boy-Who-Lived, is the eldest child and only son of the Potter family's Head couple Lily and James Potter and their husband Regulus Potter. He is the older brother by four years to a younger sister named Madhuri Potter, as well as the godson of Sirius Black and Sharanya Patil.

More information below the cut

What's in a Name?

Hariharan ஹரிஹரன்

— from the the fused Sattvika characterisation of Vishnu (Hari) and Shiva (Hara)

Hari – the one who takes away (sins)

Hara – Remover of sins

Nalin நளின்

— means close, abundance, pride; also a synonym for lotus

Follows the Evans tradition of naming their children after flowers

Also calls back to James’ middle name (Mooriyan, pride)

Picked by Regulus. In ancient Egypt, lotuses represent rebirth and the Sun and by god did he feel his life beginning anew the moment he laid eyes on baby Harry

The Snake With No Self-Preservation Instincts

When Harry entered Hogwarts at the age of 11, the Sorting Hat was torn between Gryffindor and Slytherin for him. Maybe even Ravenclaw if the Hat was feeling particularly experimental. In the end, the Hat put him in Slytherin, much to the delight of his baba Regulus.

Slytherin won the Hat over by just a small margin. In this universe, Harry was raised not with scorn nor contempt but with an overabundance of love and support. Many of the influential adults in his life inspired him to be as driven and goal-oriented as they are. Additionally, the inclusion of a third, Slytherin-to-the-core parent also influenced Harry's own personal choice in Houses.

Slytherins are also defined by their tendency to stick close to family traditions. Harry was raised completely immersed in his South Indian heritage of Tamil and Telugu and he's very proud of it. Thus he is completely dedicated to preserving and following the cultural and familial traditions he was raised with.

Finally, he has a brilliant and clever mind as well as a knack for leadership (regardless of how much he denies that himself). Growing in a house of love and positivity allowed Harry to fully lean into his gifts instead of focusing on survival. In this universe, Harry was allowed to shine and shine he did.

As per the hierarchy of Slytherin, Harry is naturally the most influential half-blood as the Boy-Who-lived and is considered by his half-blood and Muggleborn yearmates as their leader the same way the Purebloods consider Draco Malfoy theirs.

"You're a bloody Slytherin, why do you lack self-preservation?" "Maybe if you dig your pointy nose into my business some more, you'd find it."

One thing that does set Harry aside from his Slytherin cohorts is his apparent "lack of self-preservation". Sense of self-preservation is a signature Slytherin trait that is far outweighed by Harry's natural "saving people thing" that is apparently in every Potter's genes.

Harry simply doesn't hesitate to lend a hand whenever he sees that he could. He helps even when it is detrimental to himself, which gives him a sort of reputation as one of the more eccentric Slytherins of his year. This resulted in him gaining a close social circle that is composed of several non-Slytherins which is an unusual sight within the House that Keeps to Themselves.

Escaping from Death's Clutches

Harry's main claim to fame is his apparent survival from being hit by the Killing Curse at point blank when he was four years old. The incident was widely publicized by Voldemort himself who had kidnapped Harry as a child after years of failed attempts to pierce through the powerful wards of Nagaraja Hall. Voldemort had wanted to publicly execute Harry as punishment for his parents who had thrice defied him.

This backfired on the Dark Lord as not only did Harry survive his Killing Curse but the knockback from the protective Magics weakened Voldemort enough for a furious Lily Potter to land the killing blow on him, ending the First Wizarding War. Because of this, Harry and Lily share the title Lord Voldemort's Vanquisher, a title that both despise.

Harry sports a seemingly permanent lichtenberg scar above his left eye. According to all the Healers that have examined him, it may very well be the first and only known occurrence of a curse scar borne from being hit and surviving the Killing Curse. The scar runs deeper than it looks and has rendered Harry half-blind in his left eye.

He has little to no clear memories of the incident owing to how traumatic it was but the trauma has left its own imprints in him, namely his scar, partial blindness, and a certain discomfort whenever someone points a wand at him without any warning.

Collected Miscellany

Little bits of extra information/headcanons for him. This section will be updated from time to time.

As per the tradition of Nandhini's descendants, Harry is bonded to a boa constrictor and a Basilisk

Harry has Lily’s temper, James’ compassion, and Regulus’ pride

He has been said to be a promising talent in flying, combat magic, and transfiguration. He claims to have an “easier time” at performing wandless magic. He was also personally tutored by his grandmother Euphemia in the art of pearl-based magic.

Excels in the Seeker position but does pretty okay in other positions.

Produced a corporeal Patronus at age 13. His Patronus is an Indian sambar stag which is the same as his appa James

While he’s absolutely brilliant in the kitchen, he unfortunately didn’t inherit Lily’s talent at Potions.

This is because he was taught how to cook before he was taught how to brew. Potions requires precision and accuracy but he’s used to measuring ingredients “by heart, soul, vibes and the voice of his ancestor whispering in his ears”.

He’s surprisingly good at anything related to snakes, be it brewing antivenom potions or working with venom or any snake-sourced parts

Aside from English, Harry is fluent in Tamil and Telugu, and conversational in Sanskrit, Middle Tamil, and Classical Sanskrit. Regulus is teaching him and Madhuri Masri (Egyptian Arabic) and Demotic (a very, very late descendant of Ancient Egyptian).

Childhood friends with Ron Weasley since they were babies through the friendship of Lily and Molly

He is also friends with the rest of the Weasley siblings by extension

Also friends with the other children of the Magical Indian diaspora families, notably his godsiblings the Patil twins Padma and Parvati

Met Hermione Granger at King’s Cross Station where his mother befriended her mother, Monica Granger. Hermione then became Lily's protege and Hermione would spend a portion of her holidays at Nagaraja Hall

Met Draco Malfoy as a baby during the wedding of his parents to Regulus Black and made him cry

Particularly fond of Luna Lovegood who he met at a young age as she was the daughter of Pandora Lovegood, who was friends with Lily

Buddies with Neville Longbottom who is the son of Alice Longbottom, who is also friends with Lily

Paired with Blaise Zabini in Potions so they are within the acquaintances to casual friends range

Spent his childhood going back and forth between the Potter’s Nagaraja Hall and the House of Serpents

More information on the Descendants of Nandhini / the Potters Back to the family directory of this AU

Please feel 100% free to drop some comments in the reblogs, replies, my askbox etc. ! 🥰🫶

#harry potter #harry potter au #mine : au #mine : nandhinis legacy au #mine : nandhinis legacy character sheet #south indian harry potter #tamil harry potter

[meteorherd]

i briefly mentioned this while talking about languages with my friend last night but i feel like something a lot of people don't understand is why south indians specifically usually don't like being lumped into this "indian" monolith. and most of the time north indians are included in not fully understanding this. the reason is language imperialism. india's had a violent history of the government impressing hindi onto any place that doesn't speak it as a means of cultural centralization, and it's actively led to some languages going extinct. that's why we usually address ourselves by our linguistic identity first (tamil, telugu, malayali, etc) rather than what place we are from or simply "indian," but it's more commonly misinterpreted as arrogance and isolationism. like...linguistic pride is a form of solidarity that south indians have bonded over for nearly 80 years at this point, at least in the modern-day indian democracy's context. it can arguably be traced back before independence as well (british imperialism definitely played a role in "choosing" hindi as the language for centralization). just important to consider any time hindi is used as an indian monolith!

#வார்த்தைகள் #like it's a clearly nuanced situation but north indians nearly always get the first word on what defines indian culture 💔 #not sure where exactly i was going with this but. word dump 👍🏾

[bozzon]

Real me my soul

#pottachi #transgender #tamil #indian #lgbtq community #sissi femboi #trans woman #trans pride #tamil pottachi #sissy slot #vandi sarake #vandi punde #transwomen are men #trans joy #trans #trans rights

[countessdankula]

I made a thing because i am obsessed with pnp

#pride and predjudice 2005 #jane austen #tamil edit #mr darcy #elizabeth bennett #HAND FLEX #gana bala

[nspwriteups]

Pehla Nasha | Kundavai x Vanthiyathevan OS (Modern AU)

A/N:This had been sitting in my drafts for weeks... finally found the confidence to post it. Happy reading 😊

Kundavai = Keerthana , Vanthiyathevan= Vaishnav, Aditha = Adithya and Arulmozhi= Amal

Keerthana stood at the return section of the public library, glancing at the news channel in the tv mounted on the wall. She waited for the staff to return her library cards and made her way to the book section. She scanned the stacks for the book she had been searching for weeks. It was too boring for her to use the Web Opac on the library computer to get the book of her choosing. She preferred searching through the long rows of paperback until an interesting title or an attractive book cover caught her attention. But try as she may, she wasn't able to find THAT book yet. She looked around for a minute. Maybe because it was almost noon or maybe it's because it was a Sunday, there were only two people in the book reference section there - she and another guy,who seems to be in his own world - whistling an unrecognisable song and staring at the books ahead of him with hands in his pocket. She was again too lazy to go all the way over to the staff section to enquire and so she briefly glimpsed at the seemingly oblivious guy again. Her friends always called her out on her introverted nature. She wasn't really introverted, she just preferred to listen and observe others over talking non stop. She slowly walked over and tapped the guy's shoulder. He was taller than her and when he turned around she noticed his brown eyes meet hers in a look of confusion and curiosity. 

"Hello. I was wondering if you know where I can find Kalki's Ponniyin Selvan novels?" She put on her friendliest smile and politest tone. He looked around for a moment before turning back to her with an embarrassing expression. "I am not the library staff.. I'm just browsing books like you" 

She knew that. Of course she knew that but still she couldn't help but feel awkward all of a sudden. Maybe he noticed it because he quickly added "But I have time to kill. I can help you find the book". She gave a quick nod and together they went to the Tamil literature section and started digging from the opposite sections. As she searched, she couldn't help checking out her helper of the hour - his olive green jacket fitted him well and his entire body language gave him a laid back demeanor. He looked like a Wattpad male lead character with his tall frame, boyish outfit, silver chain peeking out of his jacket collar and striking brown eyes. She saw him turning slightly to look in her direction and quickly turned her attention to the books in front her. Get a hold of yourself Keerthana! She thought to herself.You are a research scholar for God's Sake! Don't act like an infatuated teenager. Keerthana prided herself in being clever, practical and disciplined -  a complete opposite to her brothers who were prone to spontaneity. Even though her friends teased her for shooing away even the slightest chance of a relationship coming her way, she never told them the real reason she wasn't willing to give her heart away. She had her moments of checking out the cute guys she met now and then (like now for instance) but deep down she was waiting for a romcom version of love - an unexpected meeting followed by a series of chance encounters until the hero says something like "You have Bewitched me body and soul" (She absolutely loved Pride and Prejudice) - that was her secret, that behind her calm,composed and strategic facade was a girl yearning for a silly and magical romance. She was snapped out of her thoughts with a book waving in front of her."Found it" He declared with a grin. She smiled and said "Thanks a lot. You were such a great help". It was true, he was such a friendly person."How can I not help someone as beautiful as you" He replied with a smirk. Huh, friendly and flirty then. "I am Vaishnav. And you are?""I'm Keerthana" She said as she made her way to the book issue section. He caught up with her easily, a book called Exploring the World tucked in his arms. So a wattpad-ish looking person with a love for reading travelogue? This guy seems to be the dream vision of many of the reader girls out there. "Keerthana as in Keerthana Viswanath? Adithya's sister?" He asked and Keerthana stopped on hearing her older brother's name. "Yes. How do you know?""I'm in the same football team as him. He always talk about you and your brother Amal. It's so nice to finally meet you" He said with the same grin as before, looking at her amusingly. Aah, so that must be why she felt a familiarity with him. They exited the library together, both unintentionally walking at a snail's pace, engrossed in their conversation. She learnt that his favourite colour is green, aspired to become a travel writer and was best friends with her brother. He got to know that she was a bookworm with a love for classics, loved boat rides and was as impressive as her brother. They faced each other once they reached the parking lot.

"So.." He began, not knowing what to say despite the fact that he prided himself in being a sweet-talker.

"So..." She also initiated, feeling the awkwardness climbing back up

"I hope I can see you around. Maybe another encounter at the library? " He joked

"We'll see" She joined in on the joke, with a playful smile and a thumping heart.

Later, when she was in her room, already pages deep in the first book of the Ponniyin Selvan series, she imagined him to be Vallavaraiyan Vanthiyathevan and herself to be Ilaiya Piratti Kundavai. Because she couldn't picture anyone else to be the flirty and enthusiastic Vana Kula Ilavarase. And the more she imagined, the more she felt as if maybe there is something about this boy that is pulling her towards him, a sort of feeling that somehow he will come into her life as more than Adithya's best friend. She placed a hand over her heart beating faster than usual at the thought of such a possibility. "Silly heart" she whispered with a soft giggle.

@ramcharanobsessed @dumdaradumdaradum @vibishalakshman @harinishivaa @hollogramhallucination @kovaipaavai@rang-lo. @willkatfanfromasia@thelekhikawrites@thegleamingmoon@deafeningflowercat@yehsahihai@whippersnappersbookworm@itsfookingloosah@gemsmusings@chiyaanvikram@elvenladysakura. @matka-kulfi. @madatdisney@bumblebeeskywalker@vahnithedreamer@nkarti@dosai-maavu@utterlynotperfect@winter-birds@happy-bookworm @tumbledout @anabanana4115 @freeunknownwasteland @bhataktiatmacore@rapunzels-stuff@celestesinsight@mairablue@rationalelderberry@existenceiswhateven@arachneofthoughts@spider5884fan11 @cara-2003 @nirmohi-premika @stella12

#ponniyin selvan #ponniyin selvan 2 #arulmozhi #kundavai #aditha karikalan #vanthiyathevan

[thereader-radhika]

A Note on the Language And History Of Ponniyin Selvan

The indented part is an abridged version of Prof. T. Sriraman's Introduction to C V Karthik Narayanan's English translation of Ponniyin Selvan and the rest is mine.

Kalki is the first significant historical novelist in Tamil. There were a few others before him who had attempted writing in the genre but none of them is read now or even remembered in literary histories. It is important to note the long interval between the birth of the novel as a genre in Tamil and the creation of the subgenre of historical fiction

LANGUAGE One explanation for this long interval could be that Tamil writers had first to master this new form before they could gain the confidence for attempting the extremely challenging task of writing historical novels.

Also it took centuries for historical information about ancient Tamil Nadu to be suitably incorporated into books of history; it took a long time too for Tamil prose style to evolve.

Kalki’s acknowledged achievement as a writer consists in a transformation of Tamil prose style into a medium eminently suited for discourse — literary, political, even historical — in the modern world. This transformation is similar to the revolution that Subrahmanya Bharati brought about in poetry.

It should be noted that there were debates about the limitations of vernacular languages like Tamil and Malayalam as compared to English.

Bengali historian Jadunath Sarkar, in his 1915 essay Confessions of a History Teacher said that efforts should be made to write history books and teach history in vernacular languages. Then 24 year old K A Nilakanta Sastri (who would go on to become the most prolific historian in South India) wrote a letter opposing this suggestion by saying that "English serves me better as a medium of expression than Tamil – I mean in handling historical subjects. Perhaps the vernacular is not so well off in this part of the country as it should be". This elicited severe criticism from people like Subramanya Bharathi.

Authors like Kalki challenged such notions through their works. But quite funnily, they had to depend on the works of these same historians (Nilakanta Sastri's eponymous work The Cōlas was a main source of Ponniyin Selvan). So we can't say that novels like Ponniyin Selvan are fully free of their influence either.

HISTORY

One way of interpreting Kalki's, or indeed any colonized writer intellectual's attempt to re-create past history is to view it as a psychological, but politically safe, release for his and his race's wounded pride as colonized subjects. As Meenakshi Mukherjee puts it: " . . .  any tale of past bravery or heroism vindicated present servitude".

Kalki firmly believed that centuries of political slavery had clearly resulted in a debilitation of body and mind: "“Owing to centuries-long subjugation under foreign rule, the mental firmness and the physical strength of the people of this country have declined. There cannot be two opinions about the need for the men of this country to regain them".

What interested Kalki was political, religious and literary history but not social and economic history, even when they had a bearing on those other histories. The deluding romanticism is obvious but we must say that  . . . a tendency to romanticize, can be made with regard only to the historical novels of Kalki and not to the social novels or the short stories.

We therefore return to the question: How historical, how true to history, is Ponniyin Selvan? The broad outlines of the novel do certainly accord with the historical facts. But there are two intriguing questions in the historical account which must surely have caused problems for Kalki in his overall project (agenda, as some of us might choose to call it) of the glorification of the Chozha age.

• The first is the obvious issue of claim: if Parantaka II (Sundara Chozha) was right to ascend the throne after the death of his father (only if Maduranthaka was still a child), was he justified in declaring his own son Aditya II (Karikala) heir-apparent, thus effectively, and well in advance, blocking Maduranthaka's path to the throne?

• The second question concerns the mystery behind the killing of Aditha Karikala.

Besides, and more importantly, everywhere in the novel there are paeans of praise, in prose and verse, for the Chozha Empire (which in fact had not expanded to its full extent at the time presented in the novel).

We have no reason to believe that these historical people behaved in the same way as in the novel. We know that they are as unrealistic and fictional as Nandini or Poonguzhali.

Sundara Cholan was not a lovelorn paralysed man. Aditha Karikalan was was married to multiple women and perhaps even had a son (or multiple children). It is possible that he only participated in battles but didn't kill Veera Pandyan with his own hands. Rajaraja Cholan was a ruthless conqueror. His heir's mother was a relatively under-represented queen. Kundavai did not marry an orphan, landless prince. There was no Senthan - Maduranthakan baby swapping. In fact, it was Arinjayan's line that usurped the throne from the rightful heir Maduranthakan/Uttama Cholan.

So where does this leave us? It leaves us in an imaginary world to enjoy the fiction, history and fictionalised history and have a good time 😄

#ponniyin selvan #ponniyin selvan 2 #aditha karikalan #kundavai #arulmozhi #rajaraja chola #vanthiyathevan #vanthiyadevan #vanathi #poonguzhali #vanmozhi

[nothoughtsonlytrance]

(I feel like you'd like this ask game!!)

Ask game so we can tag phan!! shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up + if you think they can be related to DnP or not. Copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals!!

Okay! Here it is!

This is one of my all-time favorite songs by Laura Brehm. The lyrics to the song remind me of Dan's journey through embracing his sexuality and accepting his true self. Especially the lyrics to the chorus:

"I lay awake and I dream about/a place I can call home/where I am free and I can be myself/and I won't give this up for anything/not anymore/I am awake and dreaming"

This song is in Tamil, but the translated lyrics are really wholesome. It's about (according to the official music video,) "traveling on your own path (or river!) to seek out your dreams." It really speaks to how Dan and Phil followed their own paths through life and how they budded into a successful career. And through those paths, they ended up meeting each other! 😊

I think my favorite lyrics from the song are the pre-chorus:

Thinam thinamum yengi (Each and everyday I yearn for you) Kan moodi kaangiraen (I close my eyes and see you there) Thudi thudikkum nenjai (Within the steady beats of my heart) Un nizhalaai paarkiraen (I feel your shadow) Thirumba thirumba malaradhey (It blooms again and again)

Another one of my favorites! Dierks Bentley's Cover of "Pride(In the Name of Love") is probably one of the only country songs I'll even listen to (I'm not a country music fan lol) I think it definitely applies to Dan and Phil in the sense of how the song is about people who have lived their life with pride, not caring how the world views them. It really speaks volumes, especially how Dan and Phil don't care what others think about them and are living a true authentic life now that they are out and proud! 🌈

This song was the opening theme to the anime Kiznaiver and really holds a special place in my heart. (I never watched the anime, but when I first heard the song, I fell in love with it) Kinda sad fact, but this was the band's final record before the lead singer of the song, Michiyuki Kawashima, sadly passed away due to leukemia. The lyrics really tell a message of staying by someone's side no matter what and never leaving them, even when they are far away, and remind me of how Phil has always been there for Dan through his life, both the positives and negatives.

"Caught up in circles/All dreams and bright lights/Wait I'm here always/ brighter than sunshine"

THIS SONG makes me tear up EVERY SINGLE TIME because every single lyric reminds me of how Dan found his forever home with Phil. Before he met him, he felt he had no other reason to keep going in life, but when they met that fateful day in 2009, he found a "family of [his] own."

I think one lyric that really represents this is the second verse:

"Watching you go through all that you do/I never knew until I felt it too/But now I know that love is beautiful/There's so much more that I want to find out with you"

brb gonna go cry now 😭

Well, that's it! Highly recommend all of these songs, so you should give them a listen! Thanks for the ask @serendipnpipity!

#dan and phil #dnp #phil lester #daniel howell #dan and phil games #phan #amazingphil #dan howell

[harinishivaa]

Saundarya: Seraphic Oneness ( Ficlet #1)

Gazes Through Showers

Manohar had finally gotten an early release that day from work. He did work in His father’s company, but He had refused to be treated as someone special, insisting He climb the rung by Himself, especially if He was to become the Managing Director eventually. He wanted to see what every position offered to be able to improve the company as time went by. The pride on His father Vasudev and elder brother Halesh’s faces was more than enough for Him to know He had made the right decision regarding the company. But in that moment, all He really wanted was to go home to His Amma’s bhajjis and tea, relax next to her and talk about the happenings of the day, of dreams of the future. But here He was, caught in the rain, in this crazy, unmoving Bangalore traffic. Was there nothing… He sighed and turned on His playlist, shuffling His Tamil music playlist, hoping that some song that would suit the mood would appear somehow. “Venmathi venmathiye nillu,” the melancholy of love at first sight filled his car, and Manohar relaxed. This song perfectly set the mood, for the gloomy sky and the insane traffic gave Him the same vibes. He sang to himself softly, staring at the endless traffic and the dark rain clouds. Sometimes, He had seen his own complexion dance with the colour of the rain clouds. Rather, very often it had happened, and in recent days, even more so.

Every priest he has met in any temple He went to had told Him that His Divinity was like Vaasudeva Krishna's; that He was meant to change the world, but how could He without His other half by His side?

Manohar sighed softly, looking out His window, when the visual before Him made Him pause, and blink His eyes, repeatedly.

Was that... a young woman dancing in the rain? Amidst the thunder and lightning, all alone, though it felt like the rain was dancing with and around Her. Who was She? Why did She feel like someone intimately close to His heart?

"Jannalin vazhi, vandhu vizhundhadhu minnalin oli..." crooned His radio, as Manohar watched Her unblinking. Even the song sensed the thrumming of His heart and veins, it seemed. He peered more, making to lower the glass of His window, to take Her in better, when the sudden turn She executed in Her dance made Their eyes clash.

And the whole world stopped.

Manohar could feel something ancient awaken in His veins, something primal, beyond the human body, something intimately connected with the Soul, and for that moment, He felt the same from Her too, if Her parted pink lips and the widening of Her neelotpala eyes meant what He thought they did; surprise and knowing, a reflection of His own mixed emotions.

He was unsure what to think; He did not even know what He felt.

But He knew He was overwhelmed, that He felt too many things- who was She? Why did She awaken in Him something He had not felt before?

She was imprinted in Him. He rolled down His window, just to get a clearer look at Her, and it was exactly then that the traffic started to move slowly. He sighed, looking at Her as if to say sorry, before slowly driving away, watching Her for as long as He could, Her eyes never leaving Him either.

'Shankara, bless me so that She and I will meet again, and soon!'

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Kamalaa could not forget those delightful dark brown eyes, like the soil of the rich earth, that had read her Soul that day. She even remembered those beautiful molten gold specks that danced all over His eyes, even from the distance, amidst heavy rain. The cold She had gotten due to dancing in the rain did not bother Her, but not knowing the identity of the man with the captivating eyes bothered Her.

She wanted to meet Him, get to know Him. Something about Him- it told Her clearly that He was the One.

The One She had always dreamt of.

Somehow, She just knew.

Even She could not explain how it was so, but She was more than sure that He was the One for Her. He was Her beloved Krishna.

"Purushottama," She prayed. "Come for me and to me very soon."

She felt a cool breeze touch Her, the blessing of Her Lord,as if to indicate that all will be well.

"May I ever be yours," She prayed once more, when the light sounds of Her mother's aarati reached Her ears, the ringing sounds of the archanai bell like the melody of Krishna's flute, an answer in reassurance.

"I knew you will always be there for me, Mannavane."

With those words, She slipped out of Her room, not noticing the mild fluttering of the peacock feather on Her desk even in the absence of air, a further sign from Murari, the enlivener of hearts.

A day later...

The house was decorated like a new bride, festoons and flowers hung everywhere. It had ben decorated for the welcoming of the hopeful groom of Kamalaa's elder cousin sister Revathi, the latter a karate instructor and architect, managing both professions with aplomb. Kamalaa Herself had been busy with adorning Her sister with jewels required for the occasion, without taking away Revathi's individuality.

Kamalaa's hobby was aesthetic, elegant dressing, while professionally, she was a child psychiatrist, and had seen a lot of unexpected cases.

"Kamalaa," Revathi said. "Do you think this will work out?"

"I feel it will. I have a good feeling about this match, in a way I did not about the previous ones," said Kamalaa softly. "That explains the dressing up too, I guess."

"You always dress me up beautifully, but since you met that mystery man, I feel like you allowed your romantic side to come out in full force, and that is showing in how you are dressing me up."

"Is it?" Kamalaa felt the jhumkas on Her ears hit Her skin lightly, creating a pleasant sensation rather than pain, as She entwined Revathi's long braid with a fusion of malli and kanakambaram.

"It is, and I am loving this," said Revathi. "You have made me some celestial apsara?"

Revathi was clearly joking, but Kamalaa looked at Her sister, and said, "You do not know how beautiful you truly are. Hopefully, my Athimber can and will show you."

"Girls, they are near. Kamalaa, check to make sure all the food is ready, and keep Revathi's vadai-sambar in the front," called out Prerna, Kamalaa's mother, who had taken the position of Revathi's after the latter lost hers.

Kamalaa looked at Revathi and kissed Her forehead gently.

"Get ready Akka, the time has come."

With that, Kamalaa left the room, heading to join the welcoming committee, just as the golden brown eyes her heart had been captivated by fell on Her.

Kamalaa stilled and met His eyes, as He too paused, taken in by Her, the whole world falling away, only each other in the vicinity of the intense gaze of love that radiated from them.

"Purushottama," She whispered, low enough that none but She could hear Herself.

"Neela," He whispered, as if having heard Her, His eyes boring into Hers, as everyone around Them greeted each other, the heady love in the air enhanced within Them, as both walked inside, now side by side, as if unable to even part.

'Krishna, you came, as you promised,' Kamalaa prayed, as everyone got seated, and the introductions started, Kamalaa still glancing at the man intermittently, Her veins thrumming with reassurance and hope.

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