#S. S. Arora

[cultfaction]

The Deserving trailer released

Directed by S. S. Arora, who makes his feature debut, The Deserving stars Venkat Sai Gunda, Simone Stadler, and Kelsey Stalter. The film has already amassed a number of accolades, having won over fifteen awards including Best Feature at Athens IFF, Best Horror at Hallucinea FF, and awards at Humro Cinema, Portugal Indie Film Festival, and Rome Indie Film Fest. Exploring themes of guilt,…

[snapbookreviews]

Fall 2024 Behind-the-Scenes Reading

My Fall behind the scenes reading this year is very much a look a my main research project for this semester, which was on Inuit voices in the Arctic.

You’ll have to forgive this not having a picture. I am in California visiting family and therefore away from all the books I read and the end of my semester was such a mess that I didn’t have the opportunity to do a book photoshoot then. To be fair, a lot of these readings are academic articles, which might make for a boring header image. Once I’m home from California, I’ll see about getting a…

[saveralivehindi]

Jatadhara 1st Look: सुधीर बाबू की आगामी फिल्म का पोस्टर जारी

साउथ फिल्मों के अभिनेता सुधीर बाबू की आगामी फिल्म का पोस्टर जारी कर दिया गया है। इस फिल्म के पोस्टर में सुधीर बाबू को एकदम किलर अंदाज में देखा जा सकता है। पोस्टर में सुधीर बाबू ने अपने हाथ में भोलेनाथ का त्रिसूल लिए दिख रहे हैं। सुधीर बाबू के पीछे भोलेमनाथ की छवी को भी देखा जा सकता है।  SUDHEER BABU – PRERNA ARORA’S PAN-INDIA FILM TITLED ‘JATADHARA’… FIRST LOOK UNVEILS… Unveiling the #FirstLook…

[whatdoiknowjr]

Revisiting 5e SRD Competencies

I took a big bite out of multiple 5e SRD product lines for this one, and hopefully its worth your time to come along on this ride with me, as we look at Kobold Press and Ghostfire Gaming and their 5e SRD offerings, and the trends within them. #5eSRD

A while back I did an article looking at the core competencies of Wizards of the Coast and Kobold Press. I wanted to do this more as a ranking, to avoid outright saying that any aspect of the company’s output is bad. If the company is compelling enough for me to spend time writing about it, I have respect for their work, and have enjoyed engaging with their material. Who Is In This Time? While…

[milksockets]

'a manish arora s/s 07 design' in textiles and fashion - jenny udale (2008)

[srbachchan]

DAY 6316(i)

am, Mumbai May 31, 2025/Jun 1 Sat/Sun 11:04 am

Missed opportunities have a strange way of getting compensated, for restitution and reparation ..

Wishes to the Ef always .. with love that lives beyond silence .. and beyond speech .. beyond the echo of thought .. into the heart of all that is .. my heart .. full of affection for all ..

🪔 .. June 01 .. birthday wishes to Ef Barun Sen .. and Ef Manish Singh Rajpoot .. 🙏🏽🚩❤️

🪔 .. May 31 .. birthday wishes to Ef Abhaya Sharma .. Ef Nadou Youssef from Egypt 🇪🇬 .. and Ef Rina Rajpal .. 🙏🏽🚩❤️

🪔 .. May 30 .. birthday wishes to Ef Mahmud Chowdhury from London 🇬🇧 .. and Ef Heena Bhambhani .. 🙏🏽🚩❤️

🪔 .. May 29 .. birthday wishes to Ef Prakash Chovhan from Fiji .. 🙏🏽🚩❤️

🪔 .. May 27 .. birthday wishes to Ef Bhanu Kumar Bilala .. 🙏🏽🚩❤️

🪔 .. May 26 .. Birthday happiness to Ef Rasika Pawar Shashikant from UAE 🇦🇪 .. and Ef Jaspreet Singh .. 🙏🏽🚩❤️

🪔 .. May 16 .. birthday wishes to Ef Debelina De from Kolkata .. 🙏🏽❤️🚩

🪔 .. May 14 .. birthday greetings to Ef Snehal Rajpal from Ahmedabad .. Ef Shivani Arora from Chennai .. and Ef Shital Shelke from Amravati .. 🙏🏽❤️🚩

🪔 .. May 13 .. birthday greetings to Ef Nikhil Gangavane from Pune .. 🙏🏽❤️🚩

🪔 .. May 12 .. birthday wishes to Ef Svetlana Beregovaya from Russia 🇷🇺 .. 🙏🏽❤️🚩

🪔 .. May 11 .. birthday wishes to Ef A. S. Abdul Rahim.. and Ef Jasmine Jani from USA 🇺🇸 .. 🙏🏽🪔🚩

🪔 .. April 22 .. birthday wishes to Ef Parul Jain .. Ef Seema Naik .. and Ef Lalit AMITABH from Rajasthan .. 🙏🏽🚩❤️

Amitabh Bachchan

[mlstrm2077]

ALL OTTO AND ARORA DETAILS (I could find) IN THE NEW TRAILER

I plan to make an outlast dedicated blog soon but as I don't have one right now I'm posting this on my Cyberpunk page... Cyberpunk followers feel free to skip this one

SPOILERS FOR THE NEW PRIME ASSET TRAILER

Confirmed to be conjoined twins. Also seems like Red Barrels is full sending it down the conjoined twins lovers incest storyline which I'm down for. If anyone can do it, it's RB. We also get to see a visual in the background of what looks like their full form, most likely in a running animation by the speed.

Note: I DO NOT think the x-ray is supposed to represent the twins own conjointment, and is simply thrown in as an example of infant conjointment. Firstly and most obvious, these two seem quite old and it is unlikely the technology to take such an x-ray even existed when they were newborns. Secondly, they are NOT conjoined at the head, meaning this is not them OR they were surgically separated by the head, but not fully. (Also it's literally the first image on the conjoined twins wikipedia)

Their conjointment seems most likely like Rachipagus: Twins joined along the back of their bodies, with fusion of the vertebral arches and the soft tissue from the head to the buttocks. Twins of this type cannot be separated.

2. Practically confirmed to be the buffalo minotaur killer(s) from 'The Kress Estate' document.

3. A container with something im unsure of inside of it. Most likely Otto's as it follows by a close up or Arora's details. It almost looks like small glass with bloody corks on the top so maybe poison vials? the middle piece of the container could possibly also be an important Kress symbol, like a family symbol of some kind but it's impossible to tell without a closer look into the model and more Kress details.

4. They definitely have a strong thematic involvement with chemicals, with acidic canisters in the beginning as well as some kind of purple gas causing people to vomit in the video, with the Kress family seemingly being behind a large chemical corporation employing thousands. Murkoff also has pre-established relations to Kress Chemical as shown in 'The Kress Family' document. Their maps will likely have strong thematic themes of poison, gas, and chemicals. The small text in the news article is impossible to make anything out of. The description of the video confirms chemical exposure to be the twin's cause of conjoinment.

5. Otto fights with a large, handheld circular saw.

BONUS: AMELIA

The clearest look we get at what Arora looks like. She also has something in her hand. Possibly one of the vials mentioned before that Otto seems to have. Maybe she will have her own personal attacks utilizing poison or whatever it contains?

They are able to see into the sleep room, as shown by this shot of Otto

[fuckyeahfluiddynamics]

Non-Newtonian Raindrops

Fluids like air and water are called Newtonian because their viscosity does not vary with the force that's applied to them. But many common fluids -- almost everything in your fridge or bathroom drawer, for example -- are non-Newtonian, meaning that their viscosity changes depending on how they're deformed. (Image, video, and research credit: S. Arora and M. Driscoll) Read the full article

[cultfaction]

New poster and clip released for The Deserving!

Entertainment Squad is delighted to announce that upcoming horror, The Deserving, will be released worldwide on Digital Download on October 1st under its genre label, The Horror Collective. Directed by S. S. Arora, who makes his feature debut, The Deserving stars Venkat Sai Gunda, Simone Stadler, and Kelsey Stalter. The film has already amassed a number of accolades, having won over fifteen…

[zeytinfilizi]

arora mojito s pro hakkında bilgi sahibi olan var mı(kızlar motor markası 😅)

[mybelovednick]

Crimson and Clover, Honey (Chapter 1)

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Nick Sturniolo x Male!character

Summary Nick Sturniolo is a Bookstore owner in a small town in Northern Italy. Vayu Arora is an elementary school teacher who is a frequent customer at Nick's Store. Both of them meet and they are suppose to fall in love like faith intended. But what happens when one of them is unable to let go of their past selves?

Nick x male!character Angst Fluff/comfort Hurt/comfort

TW: Too corny ig

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1

The people we meet in our lives are just stories. Some are more haunting than others. It is one of life's gifts, I suppose. I am a story, so are you and so was the man with the bluest eyes I had ever seen.

The words we exchange, the touch we share, the emotions we experience, the way we live and love, the way we hate - it all comes together to form our stories. The man with the beautiful blue eyes and a magnificent smile had a story intertwined with mine, it was not all the bad parts, and there were parts that I am grateful for. These stories make us who we are, shape our thoughts and in turn, merge with the universe itself when we are gone.

I remember when I first saw him. He was sitting all alone in his beautiful bookstore. He seemed unreal at first. The honeycomb rays of sunlight split through the cracks of the clouds and flowed like a yellow stream of jellyfish into the room, through that slightly cracked window just past him. The dark room was dimly lit and you could barely make out that he was there sitting in silence.

    The room was filled with posters of vintage films, and 80’s rock bands, along with pictures of Saints, and wooden artefacts that looked like they were carved by the Gods, even. In the backdrop, he was immersed in his small, emerald-gold book, in his own little world.

    He was so still, it was uncanny. If it wasn’t for the sun, the dark room would have gobbled him up. It would seem like he was one of the wooden statues himself. Carved by the angels. But his blue eyes gave away the fact that he was not a part of that inanimate silence, rather something living and breathing within the same intimate space. His eyes were as blue as the ocean that Italy herself shared her beautiful beaches with.

“Do you mind?”  The boy’s voice echoed in the dimly-lit room. The tone was unwelcoming, his voice wasn’t ‘smooth as honey’ like the poets usually describe of beautiful men in their lovely poems; it was husky and sharp like a knife- similar to a thunder rolling down the dark clouds. “Hello? Back to earth pretty boy. Aren’t you going to buy something?”.

That made me fluster. I hastily grabbed the nearest book that my hand could reach. In the process, I knocked down a few books and winced as they fell on the ground with a loud ‘thud’ that made one of the window panes rattle. I was about pick them up.

“Leave it be.” The young man said. “I’ll pick ‘em up later.”

“Uh- okay.” I stupidly mumbled and practically sprinted towards the counter. “These books please.” I winced for a second time as I unintentionally placed the books too loudly on the table top for him to check.

I wanted to crawl into a cave and die.

But then I heard a soft chuckle. It was then when I first saw him smile. I caught myself smiling back at him. I loved his nose ring, I loved his freckled cheek, I loved how the sun seemed to give him a faint touch of blush, I loved how red his lips were, I lov-

“Should I give you a carry bag?” His voice once again forced me to snap back into reality.

I simply nodded and handed him a few Euros. “Uhm, I am Vayu… by the way.”

As I extended my right hand for a handshake, He picked up my bag and placed it on my hand, “Nice to meet you. Have a good day.” Why had I expected him to return the favour by providing his name as well?  I knew his smile was forced but I would never admit that to myself. Embarrassed with the entire chain of events, I nodded awkwardly and walked away from the store.

That was three months ago.

~~~

“Damn dude! So you went to the bookstore, saw an average white guy with fake blonde hair which could be his wig. Threw all the books on the ground and practically destroyed his counter top. And he ghosted you right to your face?” Nathan burst out laughing.

“That was a stretch but yes, thank you for summarising my own tragedy to me, Nate.” I rolled my eyes and sat back with my arms tucked close to my chest.

Nathan, Tara and I taught at the same school, St. Maria Elementary. It was a small school in practically nowhere of Northern Italy. I moved into this town, about six months ago. I was born and brought up in Delhi, India. But things changed when I decided to come out to my family. My parents were not okay with the fact that their only son was doomed to not having a child of his own to continue the legacy of the Arora family just because he could never love a woman. I never blamed them, though. I did understand their perspective and respected their wishes. But it was suffocating for me to stay there. I needed to leave and so I did. I had my masters in Zoology and Bachelors degree in Education from some of the most prestigious universities in the country. I could go to the US or the UK or any other place with my own expenditure. But I decided to apply to somewhere safe and peaceful. And the faiths brought me here, in this town.

And I was happy then. I had bought myself a small two storied bungalow down the ‘Via del Canto’ street. The house was dirty and filthy when I bought it but I did do my best to make it feel like home. I knew it was the one from the moment I saw the beautiful backyard which I always dreamed of having. The street was not a very well-known one. It was a chore to ride uphill with a bicycle but I loved my own space. You could even see the ocean from the veranda of my bedroom.

I have always been a practical man. Once I reached here, I immediately had an established job and a place to stay. My aunt, Irani, who lived in Milan, helped me a lot throughout this process. “But you are over-qualified to be a biology teacher in a small school like this, Vayu.” She would say, “You are a talented young man and with a few more years of training, you could be a reputed professor in some of the most prestigious Universities in the world! Why waste your talent?”. And she was right. Why waste my years in a middle of fucking nowhere? I didn’t know the exact answer for this but for once I wanted to listen to my heart. Ever since my childhood I did whatever my parents asked me to do, whatever was expected of me from society. All these twenty-eight years of people-pleasing culminated to me getting abandoned by people I thought were my own. So what was the point?

Nevertheless here I was, all alone in a foreign country. That was until I met Nathan, the English teacher and Tara, the art teacher in the same school I worked in as a Biology teacher; and I felt like I found a place in this world. They were some of the best people I ever met and I will always be grateful to be a part of their lives.  

            As usual, the three of us sat down at our table in the teachers’ cafeteria during recess time. We shared all our stories of our past selves. I talked about almost everything with them and they knew about me liking other men. It was a secret between our trio because Tara was a ‘raging’ (her words) bisexual and Nate was apparently bi-curious and still not sure of any labels. I mean kudos to each of us.

The conversation continued.

“Stop laughing like a fucking hyena Nate.” Tara snapped. Nathan stifled his laughter while wiping off tears from his eyes after all that laughter. “So Vayu.” Tara turned towards me, leaning in closely to engage in the conversation, “You said he smiled too right?”

I nodded like a child about to be given some hope in the form of candy.

“Hey! That does mean he liked your goofy-ass.” Tara boasted proudly.

“I mean I think so.” I whispered, mostly to myself in hopes of self-consolidation.

“That’s great. By the way, what did you buy?” Nathan asked mid bite while chomping on his sandwich.

“Uhh…” I couldn’t say it and my ears were starting to turn red.

“What’s the matter? Say it” Tara was curious too.

“Okay fine I accidentally bought porno magazine along with Shakespeare’s Hamlet. I don’t even like Hamle-..”

Nathan was almost choking on his sandwich. And Tara looked at me like a disappointed mom about to beat his son’s ass.

“You guys, hear me out-..” I was begging for my dearest dignity, “I was in a hurry okay? And the guy was truly very pretty. I got distracted and..”

“And what?” Nathan cut me off while he was gasping for air, “Bought a fucking Playboy and showed him the horny-ass motherfucker that you really are? I can’t. I need air, Tara! Get me some fucking air right now.”

“Nate you are sweating and you look redder than the tomato in your sandwich. Get a grip, man.” Tara said.

“Vayu look,” Tara was serious now, “Don’t be so anxious about such trivial matters. It was just an infatuation. Right? Right?”

“Right.” I lowered my gaze.

“It is not like you have to see him every day.”

“I suppose you are not wrong.” I replied and Tara smiled.\

“And get a bottle of water for Nate. Dying from choking on a sandwich is not a sexy way to go.” Tara ordered.

I really did love my friends. And maybe Tara was right. Maybe it was a onetime thing. Although, I would love to see that smile once again, someday maybe.

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A/N : This is my first ever fanfic series for the Sturniolo fandom. I used to write a lot during my 1D days. I know there is not much nick content right now. Because I want to introduce Vayu to the readers first. More to come, hopefully. Please do comment your honest opinion. <3

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[wifdc]

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 2025 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

Malaika Arora stuns in a Helen Anthony beige draped dress, setting the tone for 2025's fashion trends.

Regards, FashionBuzz by Waves Fashion Institute

[anime-academia]

Consequently, she finds the binaries of Western/Third World and North/South misleading in the current political arrangement of the globe and, after Gustavo Esteva and Madhu Sun Prakash (1998), prefers to use ‘One-Third World/Two-Thirds World’. The latter term highlights the inequalities of wealth not just between nation states, but also the internal conflicts and power-dynamics of a country within the global North/South. (S. Arora 2020: 16 - "Walk" in India and South Africa: Notes Towards A Decolonial and Transnational Feminist Politics. SATJ, 33:1)

[milksockets]

manish arora for paco rabanne s/s 2012 in the dress: 100 ideas that changed fashion forever - marnie fogg (2014)

[cosmicanger]

manish arora for paco rabanne s/s 2012 in the dress: 100 ideas that changed fashion forever - marnie fogg (2014)