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msbhagirathi · 3 months

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IPKKND LIVE BLOG SEASON 1 [Epi 5]

Let'z welocme Shyam today. *sarcasm intended* (-_-) (I know I wrote the wrong spelling by mistake but then I noticed it and thought let it be. Who cares. Shyam himself won't come here to correct me.)

There, I gave you the biggest spoiler of the episode, in advance to ruin your mood.

Heh. I am evil.

Now don't leave without reading it, okay? I do a lot of mehnat into writing these. :')

Come. Let'z begin this then *sighs irritated-ly*

Arnav's manager shows him the live news with the footage, being telecasted in some channel. (Kamlesh Khabri ji, was that yours ? Lol.)

2. Did you-too- wonder about that 'smart' phone, Arnav was holding? Turns out, I could find it.

3. "Aaj ka saajan" Lmao. (Today's lover)

4. Arnav, while watching that clip, being telecasted, flashes back to the line Khushi said last, before leaving. "Devi maiyya ki marzi ke bina koi kuch bhi nahi kar sakta, koi Arnav Singh Raizada bhi nahi." (No one can do anything without Devi-Maiyya's wish, not even some Arnav Singh Raizada.")

5. Basically, he is thinking, that, he has shown her place to 'that girl', who had said that he can't do anything without some 'devi maiyya's wish'.

6. This is clear in his reply to Akash's protest for over paying MR . "Meri beizatti karne ki himmat naa kabhi kisi ne ki hai, naa ab koi karega." (No one, has ever disrespected me, nor anyone would, now, have the guts to.) Oh. So, the problem is your ego issue.

I should have known it. Khushi had the misfortune to meet you and now she is paying the price with her reputation and dignity, being butchered like animal slaughtering. You, a__hole.

7. Khushi and her Amma are getting molested by a bunch of perverts.

8. Babuji tries to stop them, but he gets a hard push, which results in Shashi losing his balance and his head hits a nearby pole.

9. The men are very adamant and one of them tugs at Khushi's dupatta.

10. There. A man, wearing, a beautiful shiny brown pair of office shoes, with a matching pair of trousers, is shown stepping down from somewhere. He starts walking (towards the scene?)

11. A Turquoise bracelet gleaming in his right wrist. (why the fck isn't he wearing his wedding ring?) He is shown from behind some -shops?- He walks upto where babuji had fallen down. He helps him to stand up.

12. Wow. Daiyya Ho! What an entry.

13. Everything aside. Aabhaas looks so fckin handsome in that outfit. Everything. Literally, everything about his look is so freaking perfect. The colour combo of the shirt and pant. The shoes. Oh. God. I am in love with those shoes.

IDK. It's just looks so- fantastic?-deliciously beautiful?- I am simping for those, quite literally. Is it normal for some human to simp on a pair of shoes? Whatever. So. Yeah. I was talking about the look. The flare of the pant, as he walks. His haircut. Like. Wow. Absolutely ravishing.

14. And he starts beating those mfs, one by one.

15. After beating those hooligans. He walks back to Babuji, to check up on him. He tells him to get a band-aid for his cut. Babuji is touched by his words and thanks him for the help.

16. Then, Shyam turns to look at where Amma was standing but is transfixed to see Khushi shyly(hesitantly?) looking at him with tears in her eyes, from behind her Amma, just like any other rom-com film, only that, this isn't any other rom-com film. (the Sitar and Tabla BG score used, here, is so freaking beautiful and also kind of suits him coz it sounds something like wicked and graceful.)

17. We can see, he is caught off guard, by the way, Khushi is looking at him; by her beauty. He realizes her hesitation and picks up her fallen dupatta and offers it to her but Amma takes it back. He might have wanted to talk to her but, before that, he is pulled out of his trance, by babuji and they bid him a goodbye.

Khushi turns back to look at him, one last time. Only that, this isn't the last time, they would be meeting. Alas. Khushi as well as we, don't even have an idea about, the depth, of his obsession with Khushi that, will go, after this moment.

18. Look at the absolute contrast, in the way, they introduced both the anti-hero and the main villain. At this point, half of the audience might have already started shipping Shyam and Khushi.

19. The sequence, at Gomti Sadan, is so freaking emotional. Khushi is, again, getting punished for the crime that she didn't even commit. (Or until they think that she shouldn't have left the house at all.)

20. Even babuji cannot come to forgive her, this time. Garima decides to send, both of them, away to Delhi. Buaji, who always had an over-reaction for every situation, was, a minute ago, shouting at both of them to say or do something, to punish Khushi,(She really likes to see Khushi suffering. Bloody sadist.) is shocked. Lol. "Dilli kauno davaai ki pudhia thori haee, ki ghol ke pilaay dio. Sab theek." (Delhi isn't some bundle of medicines that dissolving it in water and making it drink someone, would cure everything.)

21. The moment she realizes that she has to take both of the girl's responsibility, she spits out the water from her mouth. Lmao. She tries to convince both of them but is not successful. Her discomfort is so visible, as she gets to taste the result of her instigation. LMAO. LMAO. LMAO. Buaji ab maza aaya? Lol.

22. Anjali comes in with a thaali, diya and some incense sticks burning. Arnav is immediately irritated at the sight of his Didi (initially he used to call her 'didi' then he resorted to 'Di').

23. She asks about whether he ever thought about the well-being of 'that girl' before creating such a huge ruckus and Arnav, I think, is caught off guard.

24. We are immediately taken to 'that girl', who is so innocent that she could not even think that her 'woh' had released those 'taswirein'.

25. She vows to find out who was the one to release them.

26. Deepali's foundation was so off, in this scene. (Literally, her face looks so pale.)

27. Payal asks Khushi, in a challenging(or admonishing?) way, that how will she find out, ready to scold her, for even mentioning to do something else, lest it worsens the already messy situation, they are in.

28. Screen cuts to Arnav, still in his thoughts (maybe regretting? Lol. No.) as he comes out of his reverie and says " Soch ke hi toh kiya tha." (It was a thought out move.)

29. Liar. (Liar, pants on fire. Lol.) No. You were not thinking when you ordered for those videos to be released, Arnav. Why are you lying then? Tell your Didi that you did it, in a fit of rage, to show 'someone' that you actually hold a lot of power. Bloody b_stard.

30. Lol. "Ab aap apna yeh 'naari mukti morcha', yahan mat nikaliye, yeh mera office hai." (Now, please don't start your 'Women's Liberation March' here, this is my office.)

31. Lmao. The brother-sister banter is so heart warming and fun to watch :)

32. Both Khushi and Payal reach the office of 'Khabrein 24x7' (News 24x7). Khushi, is nervous, and clutches Payal's hand in fear. Payal understands her distress and smiles victoriously, that now she will be able to convince her sister, to return back to their comfort zone.

33. But, her sister is more courageous than she seems to be. And, true to her nature, she tells Payal to take a seat and walks up to the reception, gulping nervously.

34. She asks to have a word with their company's 'maalik' (owner). But, the receptionist tells her, for that she would have to go to Delhi.

35. After a few minutes of deciding, when she wants to talk, to the receptionist again, she tells her to wait for sometime without paying any attention that she is 'the same girl'.

36. Sometime later, the workers of the office realize that Khushi is that 'TV wali ladki' and they start mocking her and make fun of her situation. They circle her in the center of the office and keep laughing.

37. Payal is disappointed and reduces to tears immediately, she quickly walks up to Khushi but loses the courage to take her out of it, as her feet get frozen, due to the nervous-ness, by all that negative attention, that, they are getting.

38. Khushi noticing, that her sister is getting affected by the mess that they have managed to land into, speaks up. She, while shedding tears, knocks some sense into them. And they are.....umm, immediately regretting it? No realization?

I mean to say that they could have shown them realizing their mistake, like, they could have taken some time? Then, that, 'sorry we were wrong' could have made much more sense. Did you too feel that? No? Only me? Ok. Leave it. (Pata nahi choro.)

39. So. Yeah. They 'feel' sorry immediately. And regret it. But, Khushi does not want their apology. She wants the answers which she had come for. They reveal that they got the orders from the higher authorities ('Woh clippings release karne ke orders upar se aaye the.')

40. Khushi asks who send them those clippings and is unsurprisingly shocked. I know. I don't make sense. But. Let me explain. See. She is so naive, that, she didn't even realize the extent of power and influence that ASR commands.

Just because, she got to 'talk' to him personally, in a fairly public place (The Dargah), without any appointment, in his own office, doesn't mean that he is not 'that' much influential. It's just, he chose to have a conversation about the topic with her. He could have easily ignored her. But, he didn't.

So, my point is, she could not even come to think that only he would be the one, who could do this, even after, getting into a heated argument with 'The ASR'. She had already started treating him like an acquaintance. Like, he is a random normal person, just like her. And, not some Business Tycoon of the Fashion Industry. She had already started treating him like an equal, like a normal person, of her 'status'.

41. So. She's shocked. Screen stops at her face. Precap begins. *quickly pauses it* Spoilers. (Although I had already watched it once earlier *smiles nervously* I am not a hypocrite, okay? I had watched it out of excitement.)Ok. Bye.

P.S. : No P.S. Bye. Have a great day/night ahead. God bless you.

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#arnav and khushi #arnav singh raizada #arshi #ipkknd #khushi kumari gupta #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #no tags today #lol #ok bye

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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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losing face *WIP*

i have a thing for pathetic mfs with mommy issues sooo here’s some syril karin stuff i made bc i can’t help it. idk why i went tf off with this like i never write shit this long i just had a lot to say. i will finish this after work tomorrow i was just so eager to get this out.

@mask-knife-is-ghosts-boo had this idea originally so all creds go to them :))

syril goes to one of the most popular clubs on (planet) to rent one of the girls out.

✰some emotional smut, he’s a stupid stupid man, bottom!syril, he’s a virgin, afab reader, reader is a sex worker

“the girls there are incredible man- you will never find any pussy in the galaxy that tight. i doubt you’ll ever get to try though karn, you’re too uptight for a place like that”.

those words rung in syril’s ears as he walked down the dark street, pulling his hat down to cover his eyes. he had so little reputation left and he’d do anything to hold onto it.

the neon lights of the many store sign’s illuminated the street, shining down on the bustling crowds. he never guessed so many different creatures would be out and about during such an ungodly hour. ‘people have families to feed’. he reminded himself

“hello”. he greeted the person at the window, averting their gaze and opting instead to look at his feet. he couldn’t believe he was doing this

“what can i do for you sir”?

syril knew he’d have to swallow his pride if he was going to get through this. he wasn’t any better than anyone around him. oh how far he’s fallen.

“i’d like to rent out a girl…please”. he grasped his heads together. syril had never felt rock bottom like this.

the person behind the window nodded. “of course! the only girl available right now is y/n“, they pulled up a hologram of you. “we are quite busy at the moment so if she is not to your liking you are welcome to come back a bit later”.

for a brief moment syril was speechless. the hologram before him was displaying the most gorgeous girl he’s ever laid eyes on. so much so he couldn’t help but allow his jaw to fall slack.

“sir..”?

he snapped out of his daze and nodded profusely. “oh um..yes yes. she will do just fine”.

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making his way through the club was nerve wracking to say the least. hoards of people and aliens from all over the galaxy formed tight circles around the tables and bars seemingly barring him out of their little posse.

syril was close to turning back and leaving. this was becoming too much.

“hi! are you mr. karn”? a feminine voice called out to him. turning his head towards the sound he was greeted by an angel. “you’re a lot cutter than i expected- younger too”.

he felt his chest tighten up at your words. his heart was ponding uncontrollable.

“that’s me”. he cringed at how awkward he was being. it was so obvious how little attention he typically got from woman.

she pressed her body up against his chest, tracing her fingers up his bicep. “it’s very nice to meet you, want to take this away from all these eyes. then the real fun can begin”.

fuck yeah he did. he wanted nothing more actually. he knew she did this with everyone. it was her job for gods sake. but he couldn’t help but feel a little special at her treatment.

“sure”

she took his hand in her smaller ones , leading him down a dingy hallway and through a bunch of beads into a cute room.

it resembled a motel room almost. there was a decent sized bed with a sheen pink drapery around it. the walls were covered in band posters and polaroids who, upon closer inspection, were full of y/n and probably her friends.

she released his hand and quickly started undressing right before his eyes.

syril couldn’t tear his gaze away. never had he seen such a pretty sight- no galactic porn could ever compare.

“why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer”. she giggled, straddling him. “have you never seen a naked girl before”?

this question caused him to seize up. how did she know ? i mean of course he’s seen a naked women but it’s so much different when it’s in person.

“oh..um yeah of course i have. it’s just been a while since i’ve done anything”.

“awww you’re a virgin then ? no need to be ashamed sweetheart i’m honored to be your first time”.

his pants tightened even more at those words. “how did-“.

“it’s always obvious who’s had any and who hasn’t. i can tell you spend way too much time at your job instead of going out for drinks with your friends”.

she wasn’t wrong. not in the least. syril worked many late night coming home in the wee hours of the day only to start the cycle all over again.

reading the look on his face she spoke again. “don’t worry about that now honey, right now i’m going to help you feel goood”.

“ohh fuck”. he groaned. all his problems quickly left his mind replaced only by overwhelming pleasure. he wasn’t sure when y/n had managed to unzip his pants but he was not complaining.

“does that feel good mr.karn”?

he nodded, slack jawed. it didn’t take long for him to get drunk on the feeling.

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supervisormeero · 11 months

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Follow up to my last act. Mrs. Karn insists on meeting this ‘Dedra’ that has derailed her son’s cubicle farm career that Uncle Harlow put so much effort into securing. Who walks away from that confrontation?

Would you believe me if I said I've written 10,000 words of a fic that answers this exact question

I'm sort of trying not to spoil my own writing now, because I really like that fic and it'll be the next thing I post after Frictious—whoops—but I can see several ways a confrontation between Dedra and Eedy might go. I don't think they'd get along at first, just because of who they are as people; they're extremely similar in ways, and I don't think they'd appreciate having those qualities reflected back at them. Eedy would make a series of snide comments Dedra would answer with a series of equally snide comments. Syril would look back and forth between them as this occurs, wide-eyed and in vaguely panicked disbelief, like a puppy watching its owners fight. Not that Eedy and Dedra would argue, necessarily. No voices would be raised. This wouldn't be an outright war: it'd be a series of small battles. Smirks and sharp tongues. A cold war of passive aggression.

Underneath that, though, I believe there'd be a current of unexpected respect. Eedy would look at Dedra and appreciate her status and the hard work it must've taken her to climb so high within the Imperial structure ("Syril, look at all your girlfriend has accomplished. Why can't you be more like her?"-type nagging), while Dedra would have immense appreciation for Eedy just... dealing with Syril, for as long as she has. I think Dedra, like Syril, would have a healthy amount of disdain for Eedy to pair that with, but Dedra knows better than many how difficult putting up with Syril can be. There are days when she can hardly tolerate him. There are days when the sight of him brings on an instant headache. There are days when she sees him walking down the hall to her office and she locks the door. Eedy's dealt with him his whole life?! How is this poor woman still standing?!

Inevitably, I think this progresses to the two of them making backhanded comments about Syril, because he's there, and he's been so passive in watching this chaos unfold, and that's his lot in life. Whether or not you headcanon that Syril and Dedra would be romantically involved at the point she'd meet Eedy, I don't think a romance precludes Dedra from insulting him—I think she'd always have something cutting to say about him, even if they're together. It's just the way her brain is wired. It's instinct. So Eedy makes an anti-Syril remark, Dedra agrees and expands on that anti-Syril remark, and Eedy laughs and further expands on the anti-Syril remark, and you're left with a far less positive (but equally hilarious) version of this:

Just replace "blorbo thoughts" with "anti-Syril thoughts," and there you go.

Funnily enough, both of them do love him. They just have the worst, most psychologically damaging way of showing it.

#syril x dedra #syril karn #dedra meero #eedy karn #i had way too much fun answering this #i'm just imagining syril being so proud to bring his girlfriend to see his mother and it backfiring on him in the most spectacular fashion #eedy: 'stop slouching syril'#dedra *rolling her eyes*: 'isn't it aggravating when he does that?'#asks #answered

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abusybuzzingbee · 4 years

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Hook Man | Supernatural Season 1 Episode 7 Rewrite | Dean x Fem!Reader

A/N:::: Thank you all for being so patient while I sorted this chapter out. Enjoy! :)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Major Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Canon level violence, language, Dean and the reader being assholes to each other TW: mentions of suicide, self-deprecating thoughts

Word Count: 6,030

Summary: In a small town haunted by the spirit of an evil preacher, Sam gets caught up in a crush he feels he should not have. Meanwhile, the reader and Dean continue their bullshit.

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‘Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk

I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk’

“Stayin’ Alive” by the Bee Gees played through your headphones that led from your ears to your back pocket where your iPod was stowed away.

‘Music loud and women warm, I’ve been kicked around

Since I was born’

You had woken up that morning with a strong desire to get your nails done. The polish job you had done on yourself weeks ago looked horrible, and it was time for a change.

‘And now it's alright, it's okay

And you may look the other way’

You had gotten some acrylics put on in a bright shade of red. Your music choice and the way you carried yourself back to the coffee shop you had left the Winchesters at expressed the confidence you were feeling.

‘We can try to understand

The New York Times' effect on man’

Dean refused to let you drive the Impala to the nail salon you went to, but you did not mind walking; it burned calories.

‘Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive’

You straightened your sunglasses on the bridge of your nose and took another proud look at your nails. Most girls were able to get their nails done whenever the hell they wanted, and would not be as elated as you were once they had gotten them done. However, you did not always have time between jobs to take care of yourself.

‘Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive’

As you walked up to the café you had last seen the boys at, you spotted the older brother at a table outside of the coffee shop.

‘Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive’

You took your earbuds out and shoved them into your back pocket with your iPod.

“Nice of you to join us, princess,” Dean remarked while you sat at the round table across from him.

“Ew, don’t call me that,” you grimaced. “That’s your name for your hook-ups.”

He looked up at you over his laptop. “And what would be wrong with being one of my hook-ups?”

“I don’t know, everything?” you snorted, scratching the side of your nose with the end of your nail.

The older brother apparently caught sight of your nails and shook his head. He turned his attention back to typing on the computer in front of him. “I don’t know how you can function with those.”

“And I don’t know how you can function with your head up your ass, but here we are,” you snapped back. Taking a deep breath, you regained your composure. “What’d you guys do while I was gone?” you asked Sam.

“I called the FBI, had ‘em check their missing persons data bank. No John Doe’s fitting my dad’s description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations.”

“And you got nothing?”

“Nope.”

“I’m sorry,” you told the brunet.

“Eh, it’s alright,” he tried to shrug off. You saw right through it, and it seemed as if he knew you did. “But, uh, Dean thinks he found a case. Some guy got mauled by the Invisible Man according to the sole witness.”

“Well, what are we waitin’ for?” you smirked. “Let’s go.”

***

“Sam, you got purple shit on your hands,” you told the younger brother as you got into the Impala.

The boys had come to pick you up from the motel they had dropped you off at about an hour earlier.

To your surprise, Dean chuckled at your comment.

“Dean made me paint our new roommate purple,” Sam grimaced.

“Oh,” you nodded, “must be a game today.”

“A big one, apparently.”

“So, where are we headin’?” you asked.

“To church,” Dean responded.

***

The muffled voice of the preacher carried through the ornate wooden doors of the church Lori Sorenson went to. Sam told her that she was the witness and her father preached at said church.

Dean led the way through the large doors and held it open for his brother. You tried your best to shut the door quietly, which you did successfully. The congregation hardly noticed you had come in. The three of you sat in the back of the church.

The voice of the preacher finally registered in your ears as you stared forward blankly. “The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passings. So, please, let us pray. For peace, for guidance, and for the power to protect our children.”

Sam lowered his head just like the rest of the congregation, but you kept yours looking straight ahead. You were not a believer in any sense of the word.

The younger Winchester nudged you with his elbow, motioning for you to bow your head. You did so reluctantly.

***

“Y’know, that was the first time I’ve ever gone to church,” you told Sam as you walked out of the mass.

“Really?”

“Yeah, no, and I definitely don’t regret never having been before after that.” You paused. “That felt like a cult gathering,” you went on.

“Stop talking,” Sam nudged you when he noticed some of the people exiting the church around you giving you strange looks.

You laughed, quieting down as you walked toward a young woman who you assumed to be Lori.

“Are you Lori?” Sam asked the brunette.

“Yeah,” she smiled, turning to face you.

“My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean, and our friend, (Y/N).”

“Hi,” you smiled while Dean waved.

“We just transferred here to the university,” the younger brother continued.

“I saw you inside,” Lori replied.

“We don’t wanna bother you. We just heard about what happened and--”

Dean cut his brother off. “We wanted to say how sorry we were.”

“I kind of know what you’re going through. I-I saw someone..get hurt once. It’s something you don’t forget.”

You cast your eyes up to Sam’s face, which was still toward Lori.

Lori nodded slightly, her smile faltering.

The reverend walked up to your group.

“Dad, um, this is Sam, Dean, and (Y/N). They’re new students.”

Dean shook Reverend Sorenson’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon.”

“Thank you very much. It’s so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord’s message.”

It was incredibly hard for you to resist the urge to snort out a laugh.

The older brother chuckled. “Listen, uh, we’re new in town, actually--” he began to lead the reverend away from you, Sam, and Lori, “--And, uh, we were looking for a, um, a church group.”

Catching on to what Dean was doing, you told Sam you would see him later. Sam looked down at you questioningly while you gave him a knowing smirk.

The tune of “Rocketman” by Elton John left your lips as you whistled, leaning against the car in wait for the brothers.

Dean was the first to walk up to you. He stuck his hands in his pockets before settling back in the spot on the Impala next to you.

An awkward silence fell between you both after you stopped whistling. A few minutes passed before Dean spoke up.

“Y’know, I’m surprised,” he started.

“About what?”

“You actually kept your mouth shut for more than two seconds.”

“Bite me, Winchester,” you grumbled.

***

Dean lead you and his brother through the rows of books in the town’s public library. Sam was hot on his heels to converse with his brother as they walked.

“So you believe her?” Dean asked.

“I do,” the younger brother responded.

“Yeah, I think she’s hot, too.”

“No, man, there’s something in her eyes. And listen to this: she heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car.”

“Wait, the body suspended?” you jumped in, stopping in the middle of the aisle the older brother had led you to. The two Winchesters followed suit and faced you.

“That sounds like the Hook Man legend.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sam nodded.

“That’s one of the most famous urban legends ever.”

“You don’t think that we’re dealing with the Hook Man,” Dean said.

“Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began.”

“Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer?”

“Maybe Mr. Hook Man’s a spirit,” you suggested.

Dean shook his head, doubting you once again, but headed off to ask the librarian for the town’s death records anyway.

***

A little while later, you and the boys were sat at a table in the center of the library watching the librarian set large boxes on your table.

“Here you go. Arrest records going back to 1851.”

Dean blew some dust off of the top of one of the boxes and coughed, making you snicker.

“Thanks,” he said.

She nodded, replying, “Okay,” and then walked away.

“So, this is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?”

“Welcome to higher education,” Sam remarked.

You opened up one of the four boxes, grimacing as you looked down at the large number of files inside.

***

Hours later, your head was hurting from the amount of reading you had done. Dean scrubbed a hand over his eyes and yawned before Sam piped up from the shelf he was leaning over behind you.

“Hey, check this out. 1862. A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes. Uh, right here, ‘some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh.’”

While Sam talked, you were busying yourself looking over another page in the file. When the brunet finished speaking, you went on, “Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook.”

“Look where all this happened.”

“Nine Mile Road,” Dean read.

“Same place where the frat boy was killed.”

The older Winchester was impressed. “Nice job, Dr. Venkmen. Let’s check it out.”

You put the document you were holding back into the file and helped the boys clean up your table. After that, the three of you left the library with Jacob Karn’s documents in hand.

When you opened the doors, you were surprised at the fact that the sun had almost completely set.

“Jesus, we were in there a while.”

***

By the time you got to Nine Mile Road, the sun was gone. The black night enveloped you and the Winchesters, save for the few patches of road illuminated by the streetlights.

Dean popped open the trunk while you slammed the car door behind you. He handed his brother a hunting rifle.

“Here you go.”

“Uh, it’s a spirit, dude, not a deer,” you reminded Dean.

"Yeah, I got that, smartass. It’s rock salt.”

“Huh. Salt being a spirit deterrent,” Sam added, taking the rifle from Dean.

“Yeah. It won’t kill ‘em. But it’ll slow ‘em down.” The older brother took some rope out of the weapons box before shutting the trunk.

The three of you began walking toward the trees lining one side of the road.

“That’s pretty good. You and Dad think of this?” Sam inquired.

“I told you. You don’t have to be a college graduate to be a genius,” Dean replied.

You heard a rustling noise coming from the trees and shrubbery behind you and stopped walking.

The younger Winchester pointed his gun toward the sound, and you jumped behind him. He cocked the gun simultaneously.

“Put the gun down now! Now!” he yelled, aiming his own pistol at you. “Put your hands behind your head.”

“W-w-wait, okay, okay!” Dean stuttered out while you immediately shrank to the ground, laying your weapon down.

“Now get down on your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees!”

Deciding it best to follow his instructions, you remained on the ground.

“Now get down on your bellies. Come on, do it!”

Once again, you followed the man’s instructions.

“He had the gun!” Dean protested.

“Shut up, jackass!” you ordered harshly.

***

The next morning, you walked out of the sheriff’s office confidently with the boys hot on your heels.

“I saved your asses,” you said proudly. “Talked the sheriff down to a fine. Somebody give me an academy award.”

“But how?” Sam questioned.

“I told him you were a dumbass pledge and that Dean was hazing you.”

“What’d you say you were doing there?”

“I told him I was Dean’s girlfriend.”

Dean about choked on his own spit. “You what?”

Sam ignored him and kept asking questions. “What about the shotgun?”

“I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank.”

“And he believed you?”

“Well, you look like a dumbass pledge,” you smirked.

Sam punched your arm playfully, making you laugh.

A few moments later, your attention returned to the sheriff’s station when multiple police officers sprinted out of the building and sped off in their cruisers.

You looked up at Sam, who mirrored your concerned expression.

***

Poor Lori sat wrapped in a disposable blanket on the back of a parked ambulance, and you watched her as Dean drove the Impala past her.

You could see Reverend Sorenson talking to the sheriff about something, but they soon disappeared from view when the older brother turned down another street.

Once he parked the car, you and Sam walked with him around the back of Lori’s sorority house.

“Why would the Hook Man come here? This is a long way from 9 Mile Road,” Sam pointed out.

“Maybe he’s not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it’s about something else,” Dean suggested. You pulled him by his shirt collar back against the wall of the sorority house when you noticed two sorority girls coming out of the side entrance of the house.

“What the hell was that for?” Dean questioned.

You nodded your head around the corner behind which you were hiding.

Dean’s aggravated glare immediately softened when he saw the two pretty girls.

“Dude, sorority girls!” he whispered to Sam. “Think we’ll see a naked pillow fight?”

“You are such a pig.” You shook your head as you scaled the side of the house, managing to get up onto a ledge attached to a balcony.

Sam climbed up after you, grabbing the hand you offered to help him up onto the ledge.

You got up from your knees to follow Sam.

“Uh, a little help?” Dean called quietly from down below.

You looked over the edge. “Hm, no.”

“(Y/N), c’mon,” he begged.

“What’s the magic word?” you smirked.

His mouth dropped into a frown, but the older Winchester begrudgingly said, “Please?”

You were still smiling. “See, that wasn’t so hard.” You got to your knees, leaning over the end of the ledge. Dean grabbed the hand you extended, and you helped to pull him up.

Dean followed you over the railing of the balcony, but he was the first to head to the window Sam had gone into.

“I’m waiting, Winchester,” you told him, finding toying with the boy fun.

“For what?”

With your hands on your hips and putting most of your weight to your right leg, you cocked your head to the side.

He finally caught on. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You rushed in front of him to go into the window first, turning around to stick your tongue out at him.

Not a moment after you found your footing, Dean took it from you once again. He caused both of you to stumble as he fell through the window behind you.

“Oh, sorry!” he told you.

“Be quiet,” you muttered, choosing not to let your annoyance overcome you.

“You be quiet!”

“You be quiet!” you bit back childishly.

For some reason, the architect who designed the sorority house thought it was smart to put a window inside of a walk-in closet. You stood up once again between two rows of clothing hanging from the walls. The younger brother looked through the small crack between the doorframe and closet door, waiting for someone to leave the room before the three of you headed into it. Once he spotted that whoever the people in the room were had left, he pushed the door open. When it made a small creaking sound, all three of you pressed your backs to the shelves in the closet. After you were sure the cops had gone, you walked into the bedroom.

Your jaw clenched and your body tensed when you looked at the macabre scene before you. The first thing to catch your eyes was the bed, blocked off by caution tape and covered in blood. Next were the words scratched messily into the wall. Words that you assumed had been written by the Hook Man with his hook after killing the sorority girl since the words were dripping with blood.

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?”

A symbol of a cross with four ‘x’s around the outside of it was beneath the words.

“‘Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?’” Sam repeated the phrase embedded into the cream-colored wall. “That’s right out of the legend.”

“Yeah, that’s classic Hook Man all right,” Dean added, tapping the end of his nose as he said his next sentence. “It’s definitely a spirit.” He walked over to the window.

“Yeah, I’ve never smelled ozone this strong before.”

“Hey, wait,” you cut in. “Does that look familiar to you?” You pointed to the cross beneath the letters.

“No, why?” the older brother asked, coming back from the window.

“I think it was on the hook in the drawing. There was a, uh, a chain attached to the end of the hook Jacob used I think with a pendant hanging from it.” With that, you headed off to the window in Lori’s closet. The boys followed you back to the Impala.

“Keys, please,” you ordered.

Dean followed your instructions, tossing the car keys to you so you could open it.

After grabbing the Jacob Karns file from the backseat, you handed it to Sam. The brunet walked around the front of the car to sit on the hood while he looked through the papers.

“Y’know, I’m surprised,” you told Dean.

“About what?”

“You actually didn’t fight me on something for once. And you let me touch the keys to your car, all in the same day.”

“Bite me, (Y/L/N).”

You snickered to yourself, following Dean to sit next to Sam on the hood of the car.

“It’s the same symbol,” Sam confirmed. “Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns.”

“All right, let’s find the dude’s grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down,” Dean responded.

Sam flipped to another page in the file and began to read. “’ After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery in an unmarked grave.’”

“Well, shit,” you mumbled.

“Ok. So we know it’s Jacob Karns. But we still don’t know where he’ll manifest next. Or why.”

“I’ll take a wild guess about why--” Dean began, walking around the car to the driver’s seat, “--I think your little friend Lori has something to do with this.”

***

You were somewhere you never thought you would ever be-- a college party. Sam and Dean’s new fraternity brothers invited them to it. A tall, handsome guy was chatting you up. He told you his name at some point, but you had since forgotten it.

“Whaddaya say we get out of here?” he asked you.

“Hm,” you pretended to be in thought, “I don’t think you’ve earned that yet.”

“No?” he smiled.

“Uh-uh,” you replied playfully.

He leaned his face down to yours slightly, his arms working their way around your waist. “What can I do to fix that?”

Your arms found your way around his neck. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

He leaned his face further down to connect his lips with yours. You closed your eyes as you kissed him back, making sure to keep your drink level in your hand.

The two of you made out for a few more minutes before you were called away from him by Sam.

“Sorry,” you told the boy, excusing yourself.

You and Dean walked up to Sam simultaneously.

“Hey,” Sam greeted the both of you.

“Man, you’ve been holding out on me,” Dean started. “This college thing is awesome!”

A pretty girl passed Dean by, and he winked and smiled at her.

“This wasn’t really my experience,” Sam grimaced.

“Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A’s?” you teased.

The younger brother nodded.

“What a geek,” Dean jested. “Alright, you do your homework?”

“Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori? So I think I came up with something.” Sam unraveled a piece of paper.

You took another sip of your drink while Dean read from the page.

“1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage.”

“There’s a pattern here. In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out—get this—with a sharp instrument.”

“What’s the connection to Lori?” Deam inquired.

“A man of religion? Who openly preaches against immorality?” You waited for Dean to catch on.

When he suddenly understood, you went on. “Except maybe this time, instead of saving the whole town, he’s just trying to save his only daughter.”

“Reverend Sorensen. You think he’s summoning the spirit?”

“Maybe,” Sam answered for you. “Or, you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?”

“Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend’s repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay.”

“Without the reverend ever even knowing it,” you added.

“Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight,” Dean told Sam suggestively.

“What about you two?”

You caught Dean staring at a beautiful blonde smiling at him from her position by the pool table.

“I’m gonna go see if I can find that unmarked grave,” he said reluctantly. “C’mon, (Y/N),” Dean commanded as he walked away shaking his head in disappointment.

***

Deep inside of Old North Cemetry, you and Dean walked around with flashlights in hand looking for Jacob Karns’ grave.

“(Y/N)!” Dean called from several graves over.

You jogged up to him. He was shining his flashlight on the grave in front of him. The same symbol that was on the hook and scrawled into the wall of the sorority house was engraved on the headstone.

“Nice job,” you nodded.

‘Wow, you actually weren’t a bitch for once.”

“Fuck off.”

***

Dean had taken off his jacket and button-down a while ago, just as you had abandoned your hoodie on the grass above where you were now digging. The two of you stood back to back in the hole you dug, continuing to drive your shovels deeper. You wiped the sweat from your brow with the back of your dirt-covered hand.

“That’s it.”

“That’s what?” you asked.

“Next time, I get to watch the cute girl’s house.”

“Oh, come on, dickhead, let’s just get this over with.”

Finally, your shovel hit the wooden box the priest was encased in. You broke through it.

Dean looked over your shoulder at Jacob Karns’ remains. “Hello, preacher.” He threw his shovel up to the top of the hole.

“Gross.” You scrunched up your nose as you did the same with your shovel.

Dean clambered out of the hole, disappearing from your vision as he walked away.

You almost climbed out of the ground when your foot slipped and caused you to fall back down.

Dean peered over the grassy ledge at your slumped over form. “Need help, princess?”

“I got it,” you grumbled, feeling as though he was mocking you. You tried to climb out of the hole once more but failed.

“Sure you don’t need any help?”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, asshole?”

“Yeah, maybe a little bit,” he smirked.

“Dick.” You reached your arm up to him.

“Bitch.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you up next to him.

“Thanks,” you muttered.

“Mm-hmm.” Dean had his back facing you as he pulled a few items out of his duffel bag. He turned to throw you a box of salt before grabbing a bottle of lighter fluid. You poured the salt over the body while he poured the fluid.

“Goodbye, preacher.” Dean lit a match and dropped it onto Jacob Karns, completely engulfing the pine box in flames.

“I’ll never get used to that smell,” you told Dean as you began packing up the bag.

“Of what, a sizzling decomposed body?”

“Yeah,” you grimaced.

A few moments of silence passed between the two of you while you worked to clean up your mess.

“Dean?”

“Hm?”

You paused. “Nevermind.”

“No, what’s up?”

Once again, you hesitated.

“(Y/N).”

You could not bear to look at Dean. “Am I a burden to you?”

“No,” he answered.

“Dean, be honest with me.”

“What do you want me to say, (Y/N)? You want me to tell you I hate your guts and wish you were dead?”

You got up and turned to look at him. “Well, do you?”

“No!” He lolled his head to the side before bringing it back to the center. “Why would you even ask me that?”

“Because if you didn’t really think that way, then why else would the shifter say that to me?”

“You’re still on the shifter, huh?”

“How could I not be?” You bit back. “Picture this. You and your best friend’s brother fight all the fuckin’ time. It’s all fun and games until Toledo, Ohio, where he thinks you’d have the chops to murder somebody. Murder someone close to you. Then he tells you that he’ll be glad you’re gone when you finally find his dad. Oh, not to mention he tells you you’d drive your family insane enough that they’d kill themselves. So when a shapeshifter walkin’ around with his face, it’s really not that hard to believe him when he tells you your best friend’s brother thinks you’re a burden.”

Dean was completely silent. “(Y/N)--”

“Save it, Dean.”

***

You had not said one word to Dean since you left the cemetery. Even now as you walked down the hallway of the hospital Sam told you he was at, you would not speak to him.

There were police officers stationed a little way before the entrance to a hospital room that Sam and the sheriff were standing in.

Dean tried to push past the two cops, but they put their hands on his chest to stop him.

“No, it’s alright, I’m with him. He’s my brother,” he told the cops before waving and calling to Sam. “Hey! Brother!”

“Let them through,” the sheriff told the two officers.

“Thanks,” you said to the policemen while you walked past them.

"You ok?” Dean asked Sam once the three of you had met halfway.

“Yeah.”

“What the hell happened?”

“Hook Man.”

“You saw him?”

“Damn right. Why didn’t you torch the bones?”

“What are you talking about, we did. You sure it’s the spirit of Jacob Karns?”

“It sure as hell looked like him. And that’s not all. I don’t think the spirit is latching on to the reverend.”

“Well, yeah, the guy wouldn’t send the Hook Man after himself.”

Realization washed over you.

“Lori,” you cut in.

“Yep,” Sam affirmed. “Last night she found out her father is having an affair with a married woman.”

“So what?” Dean questioned.

“So she’s upset about it. She’s upset about the immorality of it. She told me she was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished.”

“Ok, so she’s conflicted. And the spirit of Preacher Karns is latching on to repress the emotions and maybe he’s doing the punishing for her, huh?”

“Right. Rich comes on too strong, Taylor tries to make her into a party girl, Dad has an affair.”

“Remind me not to piss this girl off,” the older brother tried to joke. “But I burned those bones, I buried them in salt, why didn’t that stop him?”

“You must have missed something.”

“No. I burned everything in that coffin.”

“Did you get the hook?”

“Crap,” you started. “I don’t remember seeing the hook.”

“I don’t get it, why do we need the hook?” Dean asked.

“Well, it was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was part of him,” his younger brother replied.

“So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power.”

“So if we find the hook...”

“We stop the Hook Man,” the two boys said simultaneously.

***

Aside from a few comments you made to Sam, you remained abnormally quiet throughout the rest of the day. You had gone to the library, where Sam discovered the hook had been sent back to St. Barnabas Church-- the church where Lori’s father preached. You and the Winchesters figured that the hook was the reason the priests that preached at St. Barnabas had been cursed for the past two-hundred years. The hook had been reforged into something else, however, hence why the three of you were heading back to the church to try and find it.

Dean slammed the car door behind him, immediately barking orders at you and Sam.

“Alright, we can’t take any chances. Anything silver goes in the fire.”

“I agree. So, Lori’s still at the hospital. We’ll have to break in,” Sam added.

“Alright, take your pick.”

“I’ll take the house.”

You followed Sam wordlessly.

“Hey,” Dean called after you and his brother. “Stay out of her underwear drawer.”

You scoffed, continuing your walk up to the Sorenson house.

As you and Sam rooted through the living room together, Sam finally decided to comment on your strange behavior.

“What’s goin’ on with you, (Y/N)?”

“Hm?” You were hardly paying him any mind, continuing to go through the items in one of the side tables.

“(Y/N),” Sam said again, but softer this time, “What happened?”

You sighed, turning around to face him. “You remember how I told you the shapeshifter said I was a burden to Dean?”

He nodded.

“Well... I asked Dean if he really thought of me that way.”

“And?”

“He said ‘no,’ but of course he’d say ‘no.’“

“Wait, so you asked him to give you an honest answer, but you wouldn’t accept ‘no’?”

“Well, now that you say it it sounds fuckin’ stupid, but--”

“’But’ nothing,” Sam cut you off. “You’re pissed at him because he told you you weren’t a burden?”

You were silent.

“(Y/N)... you don’t think you’re a burden, do you?”

You remained quiet once again, turning back to the drawer. You forced the lump that had formed in your throat down and went back to work.

“So, how’d it go with Lori?”

“(Y/N), don’t change the subject.”

“Sam--” you warned.

He sighed. “I kissed her.”

You spun back around. “Why don’t you sound happier about that?”

“Because I pushed her away.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. You were not quite sure what else to say to that.

“It just didn’t feel right.”

“I get it,” you told him. “It probably won’t for a while. But you’ll get through it. And I’m always here if you need help.”

“Thanks,” the young man answered. “I’ll always be here for you, too.”

You nodded sharply, turning back around to continue your work.

***

“We got everything that even looked silver,” Sam told Dean as the two of you descended the stairs into the church basement.

The older brother was throwing everything he had found into the furnace.

“Better safe than sorry.”

You dumped the bag of silver things you were carrying into the fire, but your head jerked away from the flames when you heard footsteps on the floor above you.

“Move, move,” Dean demanded quietly, taking his gun out of his back pocket.

You took your gun out of the back of your jeans before you headed up the stairs behind Sam.

All three of you were surprised to see Lori sitting in a pew alone and sobbing her eyes out.

You lowered your gun and went back down the stairs. Dean trailed behind you.

Aside from the crackling flames, the room was silent while you and Dean worked. Only a few minutes later, however, you heard pounding footsteps heading down a set of stairs separate from the one you and Dean had come down. Not a moment later came Sam’s muffled howl of pain.

You sprinted up the stairs and held your gun out in front of you. Dean took the lead and dashed down the set of stairs he thought Sam and Lori had gone down.

“Sam, drop!” Dean yelled before you got into the room.

When you rounded the corner, you saw Sam crouched down on the floor with a horrified Lori huddled in the back right corner of the room. Dean shot the Hook Man, causing him to disappear.

“I thought we got all the silver,” you expressed.

“So did I,” Dean affirmed.

“Then why is he still here?” Sam asked.

“Well, maybe we missed something!”

You looked over at Lori. “That cross on your neck.” You pointed to the small silver cross necklace she wore.

“What?”

“Where’d you get it?”

“My father gave it to me.”

“Where’d your dad get it?”

“He said it was a church heirloom, he gave it to me when I started school.”

"IIs it silver?!”

“Yes!”

Sam ripped the chain off of her neck.

Not a moment later, a horrible scratching sound came from down the hallway you and Dean entered from.

You rushed out of the room down the hallway to where the scratching was coming from. Using your gun, you shot at where you thought the Hook Man was. Of course, he decided to make himself invisible at that moment which made your targeting only that much more difficult.

“Sam, Lori, get outta here!” you yelled.

Sam hesitated for a moment before grabbing Lori’s hand and taking her down the hallway in the opposite direction of where the Hook Man was.

Within the next second, the scratching sound stopped, and all signs of the Hook Man were gone.

You wheeled around when Lori shrieked. The Hook Man was towering over them with his hook raised in the air. Before you could move to aim your pistol, the spirit began melting from his hook down through the rest of his body.

Dean returned a few moments later having destroyed Lori’s necklace. He glanced over Sam and Lori’s huddled together bodies, giving them a knowing look.

***

The sun had risen by the time you were almost through with your interrogation.

“Yeah, we all saw him. We fought him off and he ran,” you explained to the police officer writing your statement down on a notepad.

“That’s all?” he asked.

“Yep,” you replied, popping the ‘p.’

“Looks like your buddies are headin’ out.” The officer gestured to Sam getting in the Impala where Dean already sat with the end of his pen. “You best get goin’, too.”

You nodded with a tight-lipped smile in response. While you got into the car, you noticed Sam looking in the passenger’s side rearview mirror at Lori.

We could stay,” Dean suggested to the brunet.

The younger brother shook his head.

You turned around in your seat to see a sad-looking Lori as Dean pulled the car away from the scene. With a shake of your head, you turned back around, crossed your arms over your chest, and slumped down in your chair.

So caught up in your own world, you did not see the strange glances Dean kept throwing you in the rearview mirror.

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‘WE NEED A LITTLE CHRISTMAS’ MARATHON OF ‘COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS’MOVIES RETURNS TO HALLMARK CHANNEL FRIDAY, MARCH 27 – MONDAY, MARCH 30

STUDIO CITY, CA – March 26, 2020 – Hallmark Channel is giving viewers more of what they asked for with another weekend of ‘We Need a Little Christmas,’ a special marathon featuring “Countdown to Christmas” movies, Friday, March 27, through Monday, March 30.

The Hallmark Channel premiere of “Just My Type,” on Saturday, March 28, as well as new episodes of “When Calls the Heart” and “When Hope Calls” on Sunday, March 29, will air at their originally scheduled times.

“Countdown to Christmas” movies starring fan favorites Candace Cameron Bure, Lacey Chabert, Holly Robinson Peete, Cameron Mathison, Alison Sweeney, Danica McKellar, Andrew Walker, Jill Wagner, Wes Brown and more will let viewers cozy-up at home and watch the movies they asked for. The weekend kicks off with “Christmas in Evergreen: Letters to Santa” starring Wagner, Mark Deklin (“Designated Survivor”), Robinson Peete (“Morning Show Mysteries,” “Hanging with Mr. Cooper”), Barbara Niven (“Chesapeake Shores”), Andrew Francis (“Chesapeake Shores”), Rukiya Bernard (“One Winter Weekend”) and Ashley Williams (“The Jim Gaffigan Show”). The marathon continues throughout the weekend with movies including “Christmas at Holly Lodge,” “It’s Christmas, Eve,” “A Christmas Duet,” “A Christmas Wish,” and concludes with “Jingle All the Way” (Monday, March 30, 3:30 a.m. ET/PT).

The Full schedule appears below:

FRIDAY, MARCH 27th

12:00 p.m. ET/PT: “Christmas in Evergreen: Letters to Santa” Stars: Jill Wagner (“Pearl in Paradise,” “Teen Wolf”), Mark Deklin (“Designated Survivor”), Holly Robinson Peete (“Meet the Peetes,” “Hanging with Mr. Cooper”), Barbara Niven (“Chesapeake Shores”), Andrew Francis (“Chesapeake Shores”), Rukiya Bernard (“One Winter Weekend”) and Ashley Williams (“The Jim Gaffigan Show”)

2:00 p.m. ET/PT: “The Mistletoe Promise” Stars: Jaime King (“Harts of Dixie”) and Luke Macfarlane (“Killjoys”)

4:00 p.m. ET/PT: “Christmas at Holly Lodge” Stars: Alison Sweeney (“Days of our Lives,” “The Biggest Loser”), Jordan Bridges (J. Edgar, Mona Lisa Smile) and Sheryl Lee Ralph (“Instant Mom,” “Ray Donovan”)

6:00 p.m. ET/PT: “Picture a Perfect Christmas” Stars: Merritt Patterson (“The Royals”) and Jon Cor (“Shadowhunters”)

8:00 p.m. ET/PT: “Christmas Town” Stars: Candace Cameron Bure (“Fuller House”), Tim Rozon (“Schitt’s Creek”) and Beth Broderick (“Sharp Objects”)

10:00 p.m. ET/PT: “Write Before Christmas” Stars: Torrey DeVitto (“Chicago Med”), Chad Michael Murray (“Riverdale”), Grant Show (“Dynasty”), Lolita Davidovich (“How to Get Away with Murder”) and Drew Seeley (“Glory Daze”)

SATURDAY, MARCH 28th

12:00 a.m. ET/PT: “My Christmas Dream” Stars: Danica McKellar (“The Wonder Years”), David Haydn-Jones (“Bridal Wave,” “A Cookie Cutter Christmas”) and Deidre Hall (“Days of Our Lives”)

2:00 a.m. ET/PT: “12 Gifts of Christmas” Stars: Katrina Law (“Snow Bride”), Aaron O’Connell (“The Haves and Have Nots”) and Donna Mills (“Knots Landing”)

3:30 a.m. ET/PT: “It’s Christmas, Eve” Stars: LeAnn Rimes (Logan Lucky) and Tyler Hynes (“UnREAL,” “Saving Hope”)

5:00 a.m. ET/PT: “Christmas at the Palace” Stars: Merritt Patterson (“The Royals,” “The Christmas Cottage”), Andrew Cooper (“Royal Hearts,” “Damnation”) and Brittany Bristow (“Holiday Date”)

7:00 a.m. ET/PT: “A Christmas Duet” Stars: Chaley Rose (“Nashville,” “Code Black”) and Rome Flynn (“How to Get Away with Murder,” “The Haves and the Have Nots”)

9:00 a.m. ET/PT: “Christmas Connection” Stars: Brooke Burns (“The Chase,” “Gourmet Detective”) and Tom Everett Scott (“13 Reasons Why,” That Thing You Do!)

11:00 a.m. ET/PT: “Christmas at Pemberley Manor” Stars: Jessica Lowndes (“90210,” “Magical Christmas Ornaments”) and Michael Rady (“Timeless,” “Jane the Virgin”)

1:00 p.m. ET/PT: “Let it Snow” Stars: Candace Cameron Bure (“Fuller House”), Emmy® nominee Alan Thicke ("The L.A. Complex") and Jesse Hutch (“Debbie Macomber’s Cedar Cove”)

3:00 p.m. ET/PT: “Check Inn to Christmas” Stars: Rachel Boston (“A Ring by Spring”), Wes Brown (“True Blood”) and Richard Karn (“Home Improvement,” “Family Feud”)

5:00 p.m. ET/PT: “Christmas Getaway” Stars: Bridget Regan (“The Last Ship,” “Jane the Virgin”) and Travis Van Winkle (“The Last Ship,” Hart of Dixie”)

7:00 p.m. ET/PT: “Christmas Next Door” Stars: Jesse Metcalfe (“Chesapeake Shores”) and Fiona Gubelmann (“Wilfred”)

11:00 p.m. ET/PT: “Reunited at Christmas” Stars: Nikki DeLoach (“The Perfect Catch”) and Mike Faiola (“Yellowstone”)

SUNDAY, MARCH 29th

1:00 a.m. ET/PT: “A Wish for Christmas” Stars: – Lacey Chabert (Mean Girls, “Party of Five”) and Paul Greene (“When Calls the Heart”)

3:00 a.m. ET/PT: “A December Bride” Stars: Jessica Lowndes (“90210”) and Daniel Lissing (“When Calls the Heart”)

4:30 a.m. ET/PT: “Double Holiday” Stars: Carly Pope (“Suits”) and Kristoffer Polaha (“Condor”)

6:00 a.m. ET/PT: “Christmas Land” Stars: Nikki DeLoach (“Love Takes Flight”) and Luke Macfarlane (“Killjoys”)

8:00 a.m. ET/PT: “Crown for Christmas” Stars: Danica McKellar (“The Wonder Years”) and Rupert Penry-Jones (“Black Sails”)

10:00 a.m. ET/PT: “Merry & Bright” Stars: Jodie Sweetin (“Fuller House,” “Love Under the Rainbow”), Andrew Walker (“Bottled with Love,” “Love in Design”) and Sharon Lawrence (“NYPD Blue,” “Shameless”)

12:00 p.m. ET/PT: “With Love, Christmas” Stars: Emilie Ullerup (“Chesapeake Shores”) and Aaron O’Connell (“The Haves and the Have Nots”)

2:00 p.m. ET/PT: “The Mistletoe Secret” Stars: Kellie Pickler (“Pickler & Ben,” “Wedding at Graceland”), Tyler Hynes (“UnREAL”) and Patrick Duffy (“Dallas,” “Step by Step”)

4:00 p.m. ET/PT: “The Christmas Club” Stars: Elizabeth Mitchell (“The Expanse”) and Cameron Mathison (“A Summer to Remember”)

6:00 p.m. ET/PT: “Christmas Under Wraps” Stars: Candace Cameron Bure (“Fuller House”), David O’Donnell (“12 Wishes of Christmas”), Brian Doyle-Murray (“The Middle”) and Robert Pine (“Frozen”)

MONDAY, MARCH 30th

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New Rule Would Let U.S. Hold Migrant Families Indefinitely https://www.nytimes.com/2019/08/21/us/politics/flores-migrant-family-detention.html

Migrant Families Would Face Indefinite Detention Under New Trump Rule

By Michael D. Shear and Zolan Kanno-Youngs | Published Aug. 21, 2019 Updated 10:55 a.m. ET | New York Times | Posted August 21, 2019 11:20 AM ET |

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WASHINGTON — The Trump administration unveiled a regulation on Wednesday that would allow it to detain indefinitely migrant families who cross the border illegally, replacing a decades-old court agreement that imposed a limit on how long the government could hold migrant children in custody and specified the level of care they must receive.

The White House has for more than a year pressed the Department of Homeland Security to replace the agreement, known as the Flores settlement, a shift that the administration says is crucial to halt immigration across the southwestern border.

The new regulation , which requires approval from a federal judge before it can go into effect and was expected to be immediately challenged in court, would establish standards for conditions in detention centers and specifically abolish a 20-day limit on detaining families in immigration jails, a cap that has prompted President Trump to repeatedly complain about the “catch and release” of families from Central America and elsewhere into the United States.

“This rule allows the federal government to enforce immigration laws as passed by Congress,” Kevin K. McAleenan, the acting secretary of homeland security, said in a statement. He called it a “critical rule” that would allow the government to detain families and maintain the “integrity of the immigration system.”

The administration proposed the rule last fall, allowing the public to comment on the potential regulation. It is scheduled to be published this week in the Federal Register and would take effect 60 days later, though administration officials concede that the expected court challenge will probably delay it.

Under the new rule, the administration would be free to send families who are caught crossing the border illegally to a family residential center to be held for as long as it takes for their immigration cases to be decided. Officials said families cases could be resolved within three months, though many could drag on much longer.

Trump administration officials — who briefed reporters on Tuesday night on the condition of anonymity to discuss the plans — said that many of the families would be detained until they were either released after being awarded asylum or they were deported to their home countries. Some families might be awarded parole to leave the facilities while the courts decide their fate.

The 20-day limit has been in place since 2015, a legal outgrowth of a 1997 court-ordered consent decree after a federal class-action lawsuit alleged physical and emotional harm done to immigrant children held for extended periods of time in the detention facilities.

Previous administrations tried to change the rules for detaining children in efforts to reduce surges of migrants crossing the border. Mr. Trump’s homeland security officials have repeatedly said that limiting the detentions of entire migrant families has driven the surge of Central American families who crossed the border this year.

The officials said on Tuesday that enacting the new regulation would send a powerful message that bringing children to the United States was not “a passport” to being released from detention.

They predicted that the rule would cause a significant decrease in the number of families trying to cross into the United States illegally, reducing the need for more family residential centers.

Withdrawing from the consent decree has also been a personal objective for Stephen Miller, the architect of Mr. Trump’s immigration policy. Delays in finishing the new regulation had prompted Mr. Miller to lash out at senior homeland security officials, who were ousted from the department.

The New York Times reported in April that Mr. Miller berated the former acting director of Immigration and Customs Enforcement, Ronald D. Vitiello, for not finishing the new rule. Mr. Vitiello later had his nomination withdrawn by Mr. Trump, who said he was not tough enough for the job.

The Flores settlement has also been at the root of partisan debates on immigration. Democrats have said the rules, are imperative to ensuring the well-being of detained children, especially after reports of children being kept in overcrowded cells and sometimes going without showers, toothpaste or hot meals.

Mr. McAleenan told the House Homeland Security Committee in May that the Flores settlement had incentivized migration to the United States, saying that “if an adult arrives with a child, they have a likelihood of staying in the United States.”

Representative Bennie Thompson, Democrat of Mississippi and the chairman of the committee, reminded Mr. McAleenan of the original purpose of the court-ordered regulations.

“It was about prolonged detention of children had proven to be harmful to their health,” Mr. Thompson said. “I think the court looked at it from that perspective rather than a punitive decision on the department.”

The Trump administration’s regulation, which is several hundred pages long, eliminates a requirement that federal detention centers for immigrant families be licensed by states, most of which had no such licenses.

Instead, under the regulation, the three centers built to house hundreds of immigrant families — in Dilley and Karnes City, Tex., and Leesport, Pa. — would have to meet standards set only by ICE, which runs them.

The administration officials insisted Tuesday that the facilities were, and would continue to be, maintained at high standards for the immigrants who were detained there. They said the facilities provided health care, education and “top notch” food.

But critics of the administration have long argued that the facilities were unsuitable for children to be held for long periods of time. And the recent examples of horrible conditions at overcrowded Border Patrol detention centers have underscored their concerns about the residential centers.

“We don’t disagree with detaining children when it’s necessary — namely, if they’re a flight risk or they’re a danger to themselves or others, we agree,” said Peter Schey, a lawyer who filed the original case and has continued to defend the settlement terms in court since. “It’s the unnecessary detention of child that this settlement sought to end. So these regulations really reflect a flagrant disregard on the part of President Trump and his administration for the safety and the well-being of children in the care of the federal government.”

Last summer, the Trump administration began separating children from their parents as a way to get around the Flores agreement. The children were sent to the custody of the Department of Health and Human Services while the adults were imprisoned while awaiting trial on their violation of immigration laws.

A fierce political backlash forced Mr. Trump to publicly abandon the separation policy, though immigration advocates said some families continued to be separated after that announcement.

Administration officials said Tuesday that the effort to allow families to be detained indefinitely was an attempt to avoid having to either separate families or release them while they waited for their cases to be heard.

Even before the final rule was announced on Wednesday, immigration advocates said it amounted to a cruel effort to imprison families — some with infants or young children — many of whom are fleeing violence and corruption in their home countries.

Under the terms of the 1997 consent decree, the regulation must be approved by the judge in the original case, Judge Dolly M. Gee of United States District Court for the Central District of California. The government will have seven days to file a brief in her court seeking her approval of the regulation.

If she refuses, the administration is expected to appeal her decision in a case that could drag on for months or even years, legal experts said.

Caitlin Dickerson contributed reporting from New York.

The Flores Agreement Protected Migrant Children for Decades. New Regulations Aim to End It.

By Miriam Jordan | Published Aug. 20, 2019 Updated 9:52 a.m. ET | New York Times | Posted August 21, 2019 |

LOS ANGELES — Nearly 35 years ago, long before the current mass influx of Central American families making their way to America’s southern border, a different and more brutal migrant crisis was unfolding.

In El Salvador, government death squads were stalking suspected insurgents. Farmers, human rights activists and even priests were being caught in the crossfire. The widening civil war would leave more than 75,000 people dead, and send tens of thousands of people fleeing to the United States.

One of them was Alma Yanira Cruz, a 12-year-old girl who made her way north to join her mother in Los Angeles after her grandfather and uncle were killed.

What happened to her after she arrived in 1985 violated nearly every principle of today’s standards for protecting migrant children — an ordeal that even now, she said recently, is “too painful to remember, to discuss.”

And yet it had become shockingly routine.

A barricade of razor wire surrounded an old motel in Pasadena, Calif., north of Los Angeles, where migrants were locked in overcrowded rooms, children and adults jammed in together. For weeks, the girl remained there — offered no schooling, no recreation, no doctors, no visits with relatives.

“Alma suffered too much. She felt unsafe. She was mixed with all kinds of people and was afraid,” said her mother, Anna Aldana, who had come to the United States in 1979 and was working as a housekeeper in Los Angeles. “She told me they didn’t give her enough food. She told me she fell out of a high bunk bed.”

The Department of Homeland Security on Wednesday unveiled a sweeping new set of regulations for detaining migrant children, replacing more than two decades of protections that were put into place as a result of what happened to Alma and her fellow detainees in 1985. The new standards, set to be published later this week, would allow the government to detain children and families indefinitely, revise the minimum standards of care and, if they stand up in court, end the 22-year-old consent decree, known as the Flores agreement, that has protected the nation’s youngest and most vulnerable new arrivals.

A class-action lawsuit filed on behalf of Ms. Cruz, one of the other young Salvadorean girls being held in Pasadena; Jenny Lisette Flores, 15; and two other adolescent girls paved the way for one of the most important changes in immigration policy in half a century. When it was finally settled in 1997, the litigation transformed the way migrant children all across the southwest border were treated after arriving in the United States.

No longer could they be held indefinitely in hard-core detention facilities: They had to be released quickly to a family member or guardian or, if that was not possible, transferred speedily to a licensed care facility that did not operate like a jail. A subsequent interpretation of the agreement limited the time most migrant children could spend in detention, generally to no more than 20 days.

The Obama administration, which battled a new surge in migrant families arriving on the border in 2014, tried and failed to get out from under the strict limits. The Trump administration railed against the “legal loopholes” in the consent decree and tried mightily to upend it. The Flores agreement, the administration argued, helped create the current chaos at the border by providing an incentive for migrant parents to bring their children with them — the equivalent, under the current legal framework, of a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Administration officials said that the new regulations maintain the underlying purpose of the Flores agreement, and all children will be “treated with dignity, respect, and special concern for their particular vulnerability as minors.”

But those who spearheaded the long-running litigation disagree.

“These regulations issued under orders from the White House show President Trump’s decision to politicize the detention of migrant children as part of his re-election campaign and his callous indifference to their safety and well-being,” said Peter Schey, who along with his co-counsel, Carlos Holguin, filed the original lawsuit.

When the Trump administration last year tried to get around the Flores agreement by separating children from their parents in order to detain the parents alone, the policy created such an uproar that it was soon rescinded, at least officially. Then, administration lawyers went to court to try to win permission to keep children with their parents in detention-type facilities for longer than 20 days.

Judge Dolly Gee of Federal District Court in Los Angeles, who oversees the agreement, denied the government’s request, blaming more than 20 years of congressional inaction and “ill-considered executive action” for the “current stalemate.” Three months later, in September, the administration published the proposed new Flores regulations for comment in the Federal Register.

After the final rule is published later this week, the plaintiffs’ lawyers will have one week to file a brief with the court if they believe the regulations fail to implement the terms of the settlement. If not rejected by the court, the regulations would take effect 60 days after publication.

The two plaintiffs’ lawyers have returned to court dozens of times to force the administration to abide by the agreement’s provisions and made repeated visits to detention centers to inspect them or interview children. Most recently, the legal observers in the case reported on a border facility in Clint, Tex., where they said migrant children were being held in filthy conditions with inadequate food.

“If someone had told me in 1985 that our work to protect children would continue into 2019,” Mr. Holguin said, “there is no way I would have believed it.”

Mr. Holguin was a 30-year-old lawyer working with Mr. Schey at a public-interest law firm when the two lawyers first got drawn into the case. It started with a phone call from the actor Ed Asner, who had heard about Ms. Cruz’s case and wanted someone to intervene.

Mr. Holguin’s father, the son of a Mexican immigrant, had been a public school teacher in East Los Angeles who had supported the 1968 Latino student walkouts across the city protesting racism and substandard education for Mexican-Americans. After college, Mr. Holguin enrolled in the People’s College of Law, an unaccredited law school in Los Angeles, convinced that the quickest way to a more equitable society was through the courts.

Mr. Schey was the son of a German gentile mother and a communist Jewish father who had escaped on a boat to South Africa during World War II. The family immigrated to United States when Mr. Schey was a teenager.

By the 1980s, Los Angeles was ground zero in the immigrant-rights movement. “The key national organizations were based in Los Angeles. The most vocal immigrant defenders worked in L.A.,” Mr. Schey said. The two lawyers were working together out of a 1920s-era Craftsman house with bad plumbing and a warped roof when the call about the girls being held in Pasadena came in.

Los Angeles was absorbing thousands of war refugees. “Back then, it was guerrillas, not gangs making people leave,” said Ms. Aldana, sitting recently in her modest one-bedroom apartment in a middle-class Los Angeles neighborhood adorned with photographs of her teenage grandchildren — the twins her daughter would go on to have.

Guerrillas who rampaged through her neighborhood in El Salvador had forced her children to procure and prepare food for them, she recalled. “I had to get them out of there.” After her son, Luis Alberto, crossed the border undetected, she decided Alma should come.

But Alma was apprehended by border agents at San Ysidro, and transferred to the detention facility in Pasadena. Ms. Aldana feared she would be deported if she came forward to claim her daughter, and the authorities would not allow anyone else to take her. So the girl languished in custody.

“I wept and wept. I felt helpless,” recalled Ms. Aldana.

At about the same time, Jenny Lisette Flores, whose mother was also undocumented and living in Los Angeles, had arrived at the border and been sent to the Pasadena motel. Her mother, too, was afraid to pick up her daughter because of her immigration status.

“Children were being indefinitely detained. The government was using them as bait to arrest their parents,” said Mr. Holguin.

With an army of law students and volunteer lawyers, the pair began visiting facilities and documenting what they witnessed.

The most serious thing they found was that immigration agents were doing body cavity searches on migrant children, said John Hagar, a lawyer with the American Civil Liberties Union Foundation of Southern California, a co-counsel in the case. “They would look up a boy’s anus and a girl’s vagina,” he said.

The lawsuit filed on July 11, 1985, argued that the government needed to meet basic child-welfare standards, with education, recreation and medical examinations. It also said the authorities should release children to competent and available adults, rather than indefinitely detaining them until a parent or legal guardian could come forward.

On the day that the suit was filed, Ms. Aldana appeared at a news conference alongside Mr. Schey and the actor, Mr. Asner. To hide her identity, she tied a bandanna around her face, leaving only her forehead and eyes exposed.

“I was on TV, and I said that I had brought my daughter because I didn’t want her kidnapped by guerrillas,” Ms. Aldana said.

A few weeks later, a judge ordered the girls released to people appointed by their mothers who were American citizens. Ms. Cruz was handed over to a family friend who represented her in the lawsuit; Ms. Flores was released to an uncle.

The lawyers sought a nationwide injunction to apply the same principles to all children in federal custody. The parties began discussing a settlement and reached the now-famous consent decree in 1997.

“At the time, we didn’t realize it would be seminal,” said Doris Meissner, the immigration chief in the Clinton administration who signed off on the settlement. She said she had advised addressing the problems head-on. “If there are real issues surrounding the detention of minors, and the government is being held accountable for poor conditions, why are we litigating in favor of what we are doing wrong? Why don’t we settle the lawsuit?”

Complying with the standards in the settlement, she said, was “the right thing to do for kids.”

Little did the plaintiffs’ lawyers know that holding the government to the consent decree would become their life’s work.

“By and large, there was substantial compliance,” recalled Mr. Schey.

Then, in 2014, Central American families and unaccompanied children began pushing across the border in ever-larger numbers, fleeing horrific gang violence, domestic abuse and entrenched poverty. Most of them were seeking asylum. As the numbers climbed, the Obama administration responded by erecting large detention centers for families.

Mr. Holguin and Mr. Schey sprang into action in early 2015, filing a motion in federal court to enforce the Flores agreement. Judge Gee ruled that the settlement applied even to a child apprehended with a parent — meaning that the de facto 20-day limit on detentions applied not just to children, but to parents who were detained with their children.

The numbers of children in detention began rising again late last year, and Mr. Holguin and Mr. Schey enlisted dozens of lawyers and health professionals to inspect facilities like the one in Clint where they were being kept.

What they found was a constant pattern: One facility would be fixed. Then there would be problems at a different one.

“It’s like we are playing Whac-a-Mole. Done with that, then another violation comes up,” Mr. Holguin said.

Today, both Ms. Cruz and Ms. Flores live in Southern California, with children of their own. Though Ms. Cruz spoke briefly to The New York Times, neither wanted to be interviewed. Mr. Schey, who called the women “the Rosa Parks of the civil rights movement for immigrant children,” said he had not seen them in years.

“I’d love to see them,” he said, “to tell them that their willingness to be lead plaintiffs has provided protections for more than a million immigrant children.”

Michael Shear contributed reporting from Washington and Jack Healy from Denver. Sheelagh McNeill contributed research.

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holaa! here's a fun ask (hopefully lol): list of favorite moments from SC?

Gosh, just off the top of my head, in no particular order:

“Amma, kaali billi rasta kaat gayi hai; sadka dedo!!!!!”

Arsal ke Australian totay, lmao

DJ: “Shaayad unhe Australia ka visa mil gaya, wapis chale gaye honge!”

Every time Masooma talks about marhoom Abbaji (“Abbaji zinda hote toh……”) and the people listening are like “for godssake, let him R.I.P.”

Arsal and the autowaala yelling at each other and the first instance of Arsal’s battlecry “nikaah hua hai humaara!”

“YEH (ROTI KE) BEECH MEIN ROSHANDAAN BANAYA HUA HAI TUMNE?”

Everytime Jalal Phupa clashes with Arsal or DJ and calls them “khabees ka bachcha”

All the animal names Jiya keeps calling Arsal (“madmast haathi”, “pahaadi bakra”, “daddu”, lmao)

“Phupa aap kahan jaa rahe hai???” “Jahannum!” “Theek hai, dhyaan se jaayiega.”

Shahana stopping her dil khol ke rona-dhona just to point out Jiya riding the bike to Arsal, lmao.

Jiya’s ecstatic reaction when Kinza tells her Shahana has left home.

BiJaan’s perpetual refrain of “har ek ne yahaan apne dedh-eent ki masjid banayi hui hai.”

I don’t remember the exact dialogue, but Arsal re: his dad and Billo: “Idhar logon ki pehli nahi ho rahi, yeh hai ki dusri shaadi karne chale hai!”

ANY ARSAL AND DJ SCENE. THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE TO HAVE DIALOGUE, JUST THEIR COLLECTIVE PRESENCE IN THE SAME SPACE!!!!!! But some favs:

Anytime DJ comes with “breaking news” and Arsal is like ‘ugh aa gaya, manhoos khabar leke’

Whenever Arsal calls DJ “gonglu”

“Bataa teri behen ko kya hua hai?”“Woh toh aapko pata hona chahiye, aapki Mrs. hain!”“I’m serious!”“Woh bhi toh serious hain!”“Kiske baare mein?”“Aapke baare main! Aur kaun hai yahaan?”

And they dismiss each other with like “chal hatttt!” waale yet happy smiley faces, lol.

Arsal dragging a squealing DJ into his room:

“Kal test hai mera!”“Toh tuney kaunsa markan maar lena hai???? Pehle bhi anda laata tha, kal bhi le aayin!”

Arsal doing DJ ki pitaai for not giving him the video:

“Arsal kya kar rahe ho, bachcha hai woh, usse lag jaati!” “Achcha hai, do chaar din log sukoon se rahenge!”

Arsal’s insufferably smugass “choran nu pe gaye mor” after watching/deleting the video.

“Itni bahaadur behen hai teri, AUR GEEDAD JAISA BHAI!”

“Waise pyaara toh tu bhi lagne shuru ho gaya hai mujhe!”...“Yeh jab tujhpe pyaar aane lagta hai, aur tu beech mein PAISE GHUSED DETA HAI, DIL CHAHTA HAI TUJHE DOON EK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Naazuk kandhein???? Yeh????? Yeh NAAZUK KANDHEIN kisi ko lag jaaye toh DIN MEIN TAAREIN DIKHAAYI DE! Baatein sunlo iski!”

“Ab hatt na, deewaar-e-cheen banke baitha hai humaare beech mein!”

Jalal’s standard dialogues of “Ramzan-ul-mubarak ka paak mahina” and his “woi woi woi woi woi woi”s and “shakal gum karo!!!!!!!!!”s

Every time Arsal gets complacent and happy at Jiya and him having a friendly bonding moment, only to have her cut it short and dismiss him with a “chalo hatto/niklo!”

Every time Arsal does the hand over heart gesture.

Arsal trying to control his laughter (very poorly) in the hospital room, at Jamshed’s overacting.

DJ comforting Jiya when she’s upset.

“Main Jiya ka first cousin hoon ji… Ji……. Aur husband bhi, Masha’Allah se. ” *sweetest, most unassuming smile*

NAZAAKAT VIBRATING WITH RAGE AT ARSAL. LITERALLY VIBRATING.

“JAMSHED BHAI ISKO KAHEIN EK SECOND KE ANDAR ANDAR MERI BETI KO TALAQ DEIN!!!!!!!!”*Arsal observing his watch for exactly one second and marking when it’s done* “HO GAYA EK SECOND! NAHI DETA TALAQ! KYA KARLENGE?!?!!?!?!?”

All the angsty times Arsal and Jiya run into each other and they give each other the moon eyes.

Arsal’s silent but WTF face when Kinza tries to jamaofy haq on him the night after the arrest.

(After fully drenching him) “Chal mera puttar, araam se so jaa.” “Le! Araam se so ja! Pura gila kar diya mujhe!”“Haan toh tuney kaunsa SHLINK ho jaana hai? Tujhe SHLINK hone ka darr hai?????” “SHA-LINK nahi hota, SHA-RINK hota hai!” (Off-screen as she exits) “Bada angrezi ka rob paanda rehda hai mere pe!”

Literally any time Arsal and Shahana have a faceoff, her threatening him (“tere gotte gitte sek dene hai!!!!!“) and his semi-fearful, but sulky and rebellious response.

“Main kabhi tumhe dhoka nahi de sakta, Jiya….. Tumhe chodne ka sochta hoon toh meri saansein rukne lagti hai.”

Sherry’s bewildered faces at this whole family’s pagalpan.

Billo comforting Jiya and telling her that she’ll take care of everything. AND SHE DOES.

Also her parallel scene with Arsal, where’s it’s not so angsty, but she reassures him she’ll handle it.

The face journey Arsal goes through on watching the Huma/Jiya video; from cocky smugness, to suddenly serious, to a tiny shy smile, after which he looks heavenwards to offer thanks.

The finger lock moment.

“Meri room mein le aao na Huma ko; dono baari baari apne dil ka haal sunaenge isko!”

Literally any time Arsal speaks punjabi!

“O Amma, ae te apne masle solve nahi ho rahe, tu apne paale vich!”

Top fave: (on hanging up with Huma after she refused to give him the 411) “Naa dass. ZEHER LAGDI HAI MAINU TIDDI JI!!!!!!!!!”

The scene where Arsal watches Jiya pray, and maarofies taana, but is instantly undone by her tears and implores her to tell him just once to not marry Kinza and he won’t.

Jiya doing Arsal ki pitaai with his own damn kameez.

Despite all the smug cockiness he was showing before about having seen the video, at the actual moment of truth, Arsal just plainly forwards it to her and lets her know he knows and walks away silently. No pretenses or games.

The omelet scene.

Arsal, on the suhaag raat: “NIKLO MERE ROOM SE! BACHPAN SE YEH MERA ROOM HAI!!!!!!!!!!!”

Also him being perplexed at her joda and why it’s so big and all over the place, and sitting down elsewhere and staring at it in confusion.

“Chalo chodo, mujhe sabse Eid milne jaana hai.”*pulls her closer* “Pehle mujhse toh mil lo.”

Nazaakat at the police station: “Inspector saab, aap ko pata hai main kaun hoon?!?!!?!?!? (…..) Main beemar hoon!”

Jiya and Arsal meeting chori-chhipe on his balcony and getting into a shoving match that starts out cute and loving but turns violent.

Chutki Shah Baba to Masooma, when she says he should break Arsal/Jiya and “taanka jodein is ladke aur meri beti ka”: “Dekho bibi, welding ka kaam nahi hai humara.”

And like a milllllllllllllion more. Most of these are from the later episodes, coz they’re fresh in my mind, but I’ll add to the post as I rewatch!

#suno chanda #tt answers

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hellostarlight20 · 6 years

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Tau Theta 16/16

This is it. For this story. Rose and the Doctor’s story is far from over! Thanks for reading!

From wikipedia: In ancient times, tau was used as a symbol for life or resurrection, whereas the eighth letter of the Greek alphabet, theta, was considered the symbol of death.

Part of We Are Never Alone, but can be read as a stand alone 50th rewrite. (Established Ten/Rose relationship, no Master arc, Rose and Martha are BFFs, the River Song arc was taken care of, love, shagging, and family. There, you’re caught up!)

Tau Theta: Rose thought she was meeting her daughter’s new girlfriend when she blinked and ended up on Karn right as the Eighth Doctor was about to drink from the chalice the Sisterhood of Karn offered him.

Time is in flux, people are trying to change the Doctor’s timeline, and Rose refuses to allow any of that. Even if she has to fight all her Doctors to stop it.

Awesome pict below by @fadewithfury for the equally awesome @aeonish, both of whom agreed to let me use it for this story. A million thanks to Mrs. Bertucci for the beta!

AO3 and TSP

16.

Rose landed inside the TARDIS, or maybe not landed but—something else. She didn’t remember leaving the TARDIS and how would she have? And anyway, the Doctor assured her not even the hoards of Genghis Khan could get through those doors.

Why was she thinking like that again? She hadn’t left the TARDIS, she—

Frowning, Rose looked around her bedroom, the muted rose-colored walls, the plush carpeting she loved to sink her toes in. Her mobile sat on the table and she snatched it up, glancing at it, but no call from Mum or Mickey.

Confused, she smoothed down her shirt, the new one she wanted to wear with the Union Jack, grabbed a jacket, and stepped for the door and their latest adventure. Just then the TARDIS shook and she raced from her room, down the hall, and into the console room where the Doctor already awaited her.

“What’s the emergency?” she called as she bounced off a coral strut.

“It’s mauve.” The Doctor said this as if she knew what he meant.

Narrowly avoiding an eye roll Rose repeated, “Mauve?”

“The universally recognized color for danger.” Again with the dribbled on her shirt comment and this time she did roll her eyes.

“What happened to red?”

And so began their latest adventure.

****

Bow-Tie-Wearing-Doctor-Who-Traveled-With Clara stepped into his TARDIS, Clara right behind him. He turned to look at her, watching her for the last time. Well, the last time as this man, in this body. She grinned up at him, seemingly unaware of what was about to happen and—

The TARDIS doors closed—

“Where to, Old Girl?” the Doctor asked the empty console room.

He adjusted his bowtie, feeling oddly lost for a moment in his own TARDIS. Looking around the spiffier, fancier interior than the one he remembered from when he first regenerated after the Time War, he wondered where—

But no one else stood in the room, who had he expect?

Huh. Hadn’t thought about that desktop theme in ages. What made him do so now? The Doctor shook his head and set a course for the Vortex, and why were they out of the Vortex in the first place? He thought of the Time War every day, those last moments, the isolation and loneliness, but not necessarily what pressing that button did to his TARDIS.

Shaking himself, a feat that now jangled his arms and legs far more than any previous incarnation, the Doctor double checked the TARDIS’s readouts and patted her console.

“We’re all right, aren’t we Sexy.” He winked up at the Time Rotor and turned for the living quarters and his family.

Welcome home, my Doctor.

****

Flat-Haired-Pinstriped-Doctor stepped into his TARDIS, his last hope that the timeline he just left really did dissipate into the far corners of the universe. That he didn’t lose Rose, his hearts, to an alternate dimension even if she still had him. A him. That Jenny hadn’t died. That Donna remembered him. That Martha’s life wasn’t ruined.

That—that—that—

He vanished.

****

Doctor-Who-Traveled-With-Jenny opened the door to his TARDIS, Jenny right behind him. Neither looked at the other, both knowing that this timeline, the one where they spent centuries searching for Rose, had successfully been erased.

“I’ll drop you off at your TARDIS, eh?”

“Dad—”

“I know.” He turned to look at his daughter and—

The TARDIS doors closed—

“Where to, Old Girl?” the Doctor asked the empty console room.

Shaking himself, a feat that now jangled his arms and legs far more than any previous incarnation, the Doctor double checked the TARDIS’s readouts and patted her console.

“We’re all right, aren’t we Sexy.” He winked up at the Time Rotor and turned for the living quarters and his family.

Welcome home, my Doctor.

****

“Doctor!” Rose called to the man who was and was not yet her husband. The world muddied, sloughed around her what had to be time slowing. She reached for Her Youngest Doctor even as she felt Her Doctor’s hand around hers.

Time tugged at her, a suffocating weight Rose fought through. She had to save the Doctor, had to—

Then she blinked and looked around the TARDIS. “I’m home?”

The next second, the Doctor—Her Doctor—stood before her. His hands cupped her face and his eyes, wild and oh so alien—frantic and angry and dangerous—met hers.

“Rose. My hearts, are you all right?”

“Yes.” She kissed him, pressing her lips frantically to his. “I’m all right. I’m fine.”

The clamoring in her head eased, whether from being inside the TARDIS, their TARIDS, or she landed or appeared or whatever back in her correct timestream. Either way, her family’s shouting eased though she still needed to contact them and see her children with her own eyes.

“Doctor.” She wrapped her arms around him and held tight. “Are you all right?” She pulled back and ran her fingers through his hair. “What happened?”

He didn’t answer right away but kissed her again, deepening the kiss, desperate and hungry. Rose lost herself in the kiss, in the feel of his body, the familiar spark of his touch.

“Don’t ever leave me again, my hearts.” The Doctor breathed against her mouth, forehead pressed hard to hers. “Please don’t.”

“I didn’t mean to leave you now,” she joked softly and pulled back. “What happened? How’d we end up back here?” Rose frowned. “How’d I end up there to begin with?”

“Time Storm.” He said it so confidently she believed him. “It scooped you up and spit you out on Karn.”

Well, almost believed him. “Why me? Clara sat literally right next to me and wasn’t scooped up.” Rose narrowed her eyes. “Unless she was, and you didn’t tell me.” Her stomach dropped, and her chest tightened. “Is that why Jenny looked so sad? Did something happen to Clara?”

“No.” The Doctor brushed her hair back and offered a slight smile. “She and Jenny left in Jenny’s TARDIS to find everyone else. Check on them.”

“So I was the target.” Rose let out a slow huff of breath. “By the Sisterhood?”

The Doctor’s eyes darkened, forcibly reminding Rose of his younger self and the anger—and hopelessness—there. “No.” For all his anger, the word slid softly over her. “I don’t think so. I thought so, it seemed that way, who else would take you?”

“They wanted me—us—” Rose shook her head. “They didn’t want us together, they wanted—” she swallowed— “if they wanted to stop us so badly, if they wanted to make sure our children were never born—h” her voice lowered into a growl and she sounded much like the wolf the Sisterhood accused her of being.

“If they wanted all that, wanted to change time or history or both, then why try only once? You were right, well younger you, when you said they had the entirety of the Time War to find you. Why didn’t they?”

“I don’t know,” the Doctor admitted. “Maybe they were trapped on Karn, I don’t remember hearing much about them during the War. In fact,” he said slowly, eyes distant. “I don’t remember hearing about them at all.”

His eyes met hers. Bleak and broken, despite their years together and the healing Rose hoped she brought to him. She grabbed his hand and threaded their fingers together, keeping that physical touch they both so craved. They didn’t need it anymore, not to communicate, but touch—hand holding—had been their first foray into intimacy.

She tugged him against her and kissed him hard, only pulling back when she felt him relax. Hands gentle on his, Rose led him from the console room door and toward their bedroom.

Once there, Rose walked onto their balcony, now overlooking the calm, pink waters of Jahoo, where they married so many years ago. Silent, shoulders easing now that they’d returned home, Rose sat on the chaise and pulled the Doctor down with her.

They took a moment to arrange themselves, Rose leaning against the back and holding the Doctor to her. He needed the comfort—frankly she did as well. But she hadn’t disappeared from right outside their TARDIS, and she’d always been with the Doctor.

Rose tightened her arms around him as he settled his head on her chest, directly over her single heart. She ran her fingers through his hair and closed her eyes. The comfort worked both ways.

“Do you remember that?” she whispered into the silence.

Their curtains fluttered gently in the breeze, the faint scent of the salty, flowery, and mildly poisonous, ocean soothed her. Rose looked at the pink sunset and opened her mouth to ask the TARDIS to change the scenery. Back to Gallifrey.

She closed her mouth.

“Do you remember me being on Karn?” She asked instead, running her fingers through the Doctor’s hair. “Do you remember seeing me on Gallifrey, in that cabin, with all your…all the others?”

Rose bit her lip and tried to erase the images of Her Youngest Doctor. The broken, angry man who ran with her on Karn, held her hand though he didn’t know her, stood beside her. She swallowed tears and took a moment before she trusted herself to speak again. The Doctor hadn’t said a word, but she felt him relax in increments.

“Do you—” her voice broke and Rose swallowed hard, but the next words came out in a choked whisper— “do you remember what happened?”

She hadn’t wanted to ask that. Rose wanted to know what he remembered about being there, what happened after, anything other than that.

“I remember being on Karn.” The Doctor captured her hand and kissed her fingers. “I remember running through the tunnels, out of the cave and for the TARDIS.”

He threaded their fingers together and rested them on his chest, holding her tightly to him. The Doctor turned slightly and looked up at her, his brown eyes devastated. “I don’t remember you, my hearts. I never questioned why I ran through those tunnels or why I was there in the first place. I had a lot of memory problems in that regeneration, but—”

The Doctor broke off—broke. He choked on a sob and clutched her hand. Rose pressed her lips together on her own sob, but then the Doctor sniffed and drew her down, holding her close on the chaise.

“You didn’t remember me,” she whispered, absurdly distressed over that. “What happened after—after—”

The Doctor tightened his hold on her and kissed the top of her head. “I stopped the Time War. Ended the Daleks and the Time Lords.”

Rose shifted around to face him. She wrapped her arms around him, eyes closed against her own tears. “I wanted to be there for you.” She swallowed but the move only made her throat ache more. “I never wanted you to be alone.”

“I know, my hearts.” The Doctor kissed the top of her head. “I had to do it. I had to—” he sucked in a breath— “there was no one else.”

“There’s me.” She held him tighter and kissed him hard. “There’s always me.”

Eyes glittering with tears, the Doctor nodded and tucked her head against his chest where his double heartbeat did their best to sooth her.

“What about the Sisterhood?” Rose jerked back. Eyes wide her mind frantically reached out for her children. “Are they—did they—is the planet—” she couldn’t finish the sentence, unable to voice the destruction she both feared and wanted on that planet.

What kind of person did that make her? To want the entire planet destroyed because that woman, the high priestess or whoever, wanted to wipe her children from the universe?

“They were caught in the wave,” he admitted. “Karn was too close to Gallifrey, too much a part of events—no matter how I tried, I couldn’t—” he looked up at the ceiling eyes closed. “Like Women Wept, Karn is frozen in time, every living thing on the surface destroyed.”

“I’m sorry.” Sick to her stomach at the idea, but weak with relief over her family’s safety, Rose swallowed several times and waited for the nausea to subside.

“I know. I know.”

They lay like that for a long time, wrapped around each other in the safety and comfort of their bedroom on their TARDIS. Rose might’ve dozed, so content and relieved after the running adrenaline of the day.

“Why would the Sisterhood want our family wiped from the universe?” she asked, half awake, half asleep. Rose blinked open her eyes and focused on the Doctor. “Why our family? Or, rather, why yours? Did they hate you that much they wanted to wipe you from the universe?” A shiver danced over her skin, but she forced the next word out anyway. “And how did they know about Bad Wolf?”

“Bad Wolf isn’t linear. And the Sisterhood, they’ve always had—well, not magic per se, but they see timelines in different ways than Time Lords. Call themselves seers.” He snorted but that tension had returned. Rose ran her hand down his back, up to caress the bare skin of his neck. “I don’t know what they saw that made them want to change the universe so drastically.”

“They wanted to destroy my family,” Rose spat. “I don’t need Bad Wolf or timelines to know that’s why I went back. To save our family.”

He did smile then, the faintest twitch of his lips, but after a moment it grew to that half-smile and his eyes softened. “You might not have all the power of the Vortex running in you, my hearts, but you’re still a snarling She-Wolf.”

Rose laughed, as she knew she was meant to, and kissed her husband softly. “Let’s find our daughters.”

“In a minute.” The Doctor rolled onto his back, legs hanging off the chaise, and pulled her to him. Rose rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. “I want to hold you.”

“Forever,” she whispered.

“Forever.”

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Lookingglass Theatre Company

In Collaboration with WBEZ Chicago present the World Premiere Audio Play of

Her Honor Jane Byrne

Written and Directed by Ensemble Member J. Nicole Brooks

Thanksgiving Day at 11am and Saturday, November 28 at 2pm

Chicago, IL–Lookingglass Theatre Company, in collaboration with WBEZ 91.5 Chicago, presents a World Premiere audio play of Her Honor Jane Byrne, written and directed by Ensemble Member and Mellon Playwright in Residence J. Nicole Brooks. Her Honor Jane Byrne will air on Chicago’s NPR news station WBEZ 91.5 FM and wbez,org on Thanksgiving Day, Thursday, November 26 from 11am-1pm CT and Saturday, November 28 from 2pm-4pm CT.

Chicago is “The City That Works”—but does it work for everybody? It’s 1981, the city’s simmering pot of neglected problems boils over, and Chicago’s first woman mayor is moving into Cabrini-Green. Is this just a P.R. stunt, or will it bring the City together? For the next three weeks, residents, activists, media, the “Machine,” and the Mayor herself will collide as the City’s raw truths are exposed. Tune in to find out who will come out on top in Lookingglass Ensemble Member J. Nicole Brooks’ bold new work, Her Honor Jane Byrne?

Her Honor Jane Byrne premiered on the Lookingglass stage in March 2020 just five days before the Theatre had to close due to the COVID-19 pandemic. Lookingglass Theatre Company has partnered with WBEZ, Chicago’s National Public Radio Station, to present Her Honor Jane Byrne as a radio play.

The cast features Ensemble Members Christine Mary Dunford (Jane Byrne), Thomas J. Cox (Alderman Roti, Swibel, Photographer, Evidence Tech) and Tracy Walsh (Reporter, Kathy, Claudia) with Robert Cornelius (Black Che, Seller), Nicole Michelle Haskins (Tiger, Rival Kid), Renee Lockett (Mabel Foley), Frank Nall (O’Donnell, Jay McMullen, Daley, Spilotro), Josh Odor (Superintendent Brzcek, Tavern Owner, Bodyguard, Pilot, Host), Taron Patton (Marion Stamps), Willie “Mudlife Roc” Round (Kid, Tral).

The creative team includes Michael Huey (composer), Christopher M. LaPorte (sound designer), Artistic Associate Wendy Mateo (associate director) Jason K. Martin (dialect specialist), Sarah Burnham (production manager), Jeremy Phillips (production assistant) and Ensemble Member Philip R. Smith (casting).

“Our play joins history to myth. Some of it is dramatic interpretation, and some of it is real,” comments J. Nicole Brooks. “When you grow up in a city that’s hyper segregated, run amuck with corruption, and political stunts and discord, you have to work hard to love it. I love the city of Chicago. I love the history. I’m fascinated by ethnic clans. I’m curious about patronage, councils, aldermen, and committeemen. Who gets elected and how? Who gets to lead us, and will they actually listen to us? Though I was very little, I can remember when it was announced that Mayor Jane Byrne was moving into Cabrini-Green. Can she stop the violence? Well, no one person can. Here we are decades later, asking the same questions. I hope our audiences walk away with a bit of the past, so they may know how to shape our future.”

““It was devastating to close Her Honor Jane Byrne last Spring just after it opened. A play takes years of work to get it to the point of production, and this play was speaking directly to our city about our city. So we are thrilled and grateful to WBEZ for giving us a new platform to share J. Nicole Brooks’ timely and brilliant play in its new audio form,” comments Artistic Director Heidi Stillman. “Over the past months since the show closed, it’s subject matter has only become more relevant. Her Honor Jane Byrne is ambitious, timely, and an important piece of work about the way geography, race and inequality line up in Chicago – and how choices made in the past are still playing out in our city today.”

This project is supported in part by an award from the National Endowment for the Arts. The following sponsors generously supported the premiere of Her Honor Jane Byrne on the Lookingglass stage last spring: Production Sponsors—National Endowment for the Arts and Edgerton Foundation; Lead Sponsors—Melinda McMullen and Duncan Kime; Production Support—Leigh and Henry Bienen, Linda Karn, Rachel E. Kraft and Douglas R. Brown, and Abbie Roth.

About the Artists

J. NICOLE BROOKS (Playwright/Director/Lookingglass Ensemble Member) is an actor, playwright, and director. Recent theatrical credits include Lottery Day (Goodman Theatre), Beyond Caring (Lookingglass Theatre Company), and Immediate Family (Mark Taper Forum, Goodman Theatre). Directing credits at Lookingglass include: Thaddeus & Slocum: A Vaudeville Adventure (co-directed with Krissy Vanderwarker), Mr. Rickey Calls A Meeting, and Black Diamond. J. Nicole is author of Fedra: Queen of Haiti, Black Diamond: The Years the Locusts Have Eaten, The Incredible Adventures of Yuri Kochiyama, HeLa, and Her Honor Jane Byrne.

ROBERT CORNELIUS (Black Che, Seller) is making his Lookingglass Theatre debut with the world premiere of Her Honor Jane Byrne. Other Chicago credits include the world premiere of Lottery Day at Goodman Theatre; The Total Bent at Haven Theatre in association with About Face Theatre; Rightlynd, Spiele 36, On the Block and Whitley at Victory Gardens Theater; Picnic with American Theatre Company, W;t with The Hypocrites, Raisin with Court Theatre, Taming of the Shrew at First Folio Theatre, Hamlet at The Gift Theatre, and Aida at Drury Lane Theatre. Regionally, Robert has worked at Indiana Repertory Theatre, Milwaukee Repertory Theater, Madison Repertory Theatre, Montana Repertory Theatre, and St. Louis Black Repertory Theatre. Film/TV credits include: Chicago PD, South Side, Shameless, Hoodlum, and The Chi.

THOMAS J. COX (Alderman Roti, Swibel, Photographer, Evidence Tech/Lookingglass Ensemble Member) most recently appeared at Lookingglass in 20,000 Leagues Under the Seas. A founding Ensemble Member, Thom has appeared in many productions since 1988, including: Cascabel, The Jungle, The Odyssey, West, The Arabian Nights, The Master and Margarita, The Great Fire, Nelson Algren: For Keeps and a Single Day, 1984, The Old Curiosity Shop, and Peter Pan (A Play). Regionally, he has appeared at Goodman Theatre, Writers Theatre, Steppenwolf Theatre Company, Northlight Theatre, The House Theatre of Chicago, Court Theatre, The Gift Theatre, Victory Gardens Theater, and Milwaukee Repertory Theater. Most recently, Thom was seen in Bernhardt/Hamlet and A Christmas Carol (Goodman Theatre) and Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom (Writers Theatre). TV/Film: Brotherhood (Showtime), Chicago Fire (NBC), Since You’ve Been Gone (Miramax).

CHRISTINE MARY DUNFORD (Jane Byrne/Lookingglass Ensemble Member) has appeared in nearly two dozen Lookingglass productions. Christine’s three most recent productions include Blood Wedding, Trust, and Our Town. For Lookingglass’ 25th Anniversary Season in 2013, she directed her own original adaptation (Jeff nominated) of Still Alice, based on the book by Lisa Genova, which has been translated into multiple languages and is being produced in small theatres across the world. Over the years Christine has served the company as managing director and director of development, and she co-founded and taught with Lookingglass’ Education and Community program. Christine is Director of the School of Theatre and Music at the University of Illinois at Chicago; and she co-founded and helps run the Memory Ensemble—a partnership between Lookingglass and Northwestern’s Alzheimer’s Disease Center (CNADC)—that uses improvisational performance activities to improve life for people with memory loss.

NICOLE MICHELLE HASKINS (Tiger, Rival Kid) is making her Lookingglass debut! Acting credits include: The Color Purple (Drury Lane Theatre), U.S. Premiere of Hopelessly Devoted (Piven Theatre Workshop, Jeff nomination: Best Actor in a Play), Caroline, or Change (Firebrand Theatre, Black Theatre Alliance Award nomination: Best Supporting Actress in a Musical), Spitfire Grill (Refuge Theatre Project, Jeff Award Nomination: Best Supporting Actress in a Musical), World Premiere of HeLa (Sideshow Theatre Company); Music Man, Father Comes Home from the Wars Parts 1,2 & 3, and How to Catch Creation (Goodman Theatre), The Wiz (Kokandy Productions, Jeff Award nomination: Best Supporting Actress in a Musical), Parade (Writers Theatre), and RENT (Theo Ubique Caberet Theatre). Proudly represented by Shirley Hamilton. School at Steppenwolf Acting Fellow 2014, Associate Artist with Black Lives, Black Words, International Theatre Collective, and MOSAIC Youth Theatre of Detroit Alum.

RENEE LOCKETT (Mabel Foley) is making her Lookingglass debut. Last seen in First Floor Theater’s Jeff recommended Sugar in our Wounds. Other Chicago credits include: Familiar (Steppenwolf Theatre Company, Jeff nomination: Ensemble), Surely, Goodness and Mercy (Redtwist Theatre, Jeff nomination: Performer in a Drama, Black Theatre Alliance Award nomination: Best Actress), A Wonder in My Soul (Victory Gardens Theater), Crowns (Fleetwood-Jourdain Theatre, Black Theatre Alliance Award nomination: Best Ensemble). Renee has also worked with Babes with Blades, Court Theatre, Northlight Theatre, MPAACT, Prologue Theatre, Collaboraction Theatre Company, Three Cat Productions, Black Ensemble Theater, ETA Creative Arts, and Black Lives, Black Words. Renee is an ensemble member of MPAACT and an Artistic Associate with Black Lives, Black Words. Most recent Film credits include: The Plow and Freelancers Anonymous, as well as TV roles on The Chi and a recurring guest star role on Comedy Central’s South Side. Renee is represented by DDO Artists Agency.

FRANK NALL (O’Donnell, Jay McMullen, Daley, Spilotro) is making his Lookingglass debut in this powerful piece by J. Nicole Brooks. A member of the Artistic Home Ensemble, Frank was last seen in their production of Vanya on the Plains as Elijah. Other Chicago credits include: Frankenstein (Remy Bumppo Theatre Company, Jeff Award winner) and Traitor as Howard (A Red Orchid Theatre, Jeff Award winner). Film and TV credits include: the CNN reporter from Spygame, Transplant surgeon on Empire, Carlisle on Boss, and assorted commercials. Frank has an MFA from the University of Illinois Urbana–Champaign.

JOSH ODOR (Superintendent Brzcek, Tavern Owner, Bodyguard, Pilot, Host) is working with Lookingglass for the first time. Chicago credits include: To Catch a Fish and Blood and Gifts (TimeLine Theatre), El Grito del Bronx (Goodman Theatre/Collaboraction Theatre Company), Oorah! (Steppenwolf Theatre Company/LiveWire Chicago), Scientific Method and The Firebirds Take the Field (Rivendell Theatre Ensemble), Welcome to Jesus (American Theater Company), Moment, The Last Days of Judas Iscariot, and The Resistable Rise of Arturo Ui (Steep Theatre), You on the Moors Now (The Hypocrites), Life On Paper (Jackalope Theatre), Hit the Wall (The Inconvenience), Winterset (Griffin Theatre), The Nutcracker (The House Theatre of Chicago) and Sweet Bird of Youth and The Time of Your Life (The Artistic Home). Regionally Josh has worked at the Long Wharf Theatre. TV/ Film credits: The Chi, Chicago Med/PD/Fire, Boss, Betrayal, Janie Jones, Empire, and The Express.

TARON PATTON (Marion Stamps) returns to the stage in Her Honor Jane Byrne. Producer credits includes: N (Greenhouse Theater Center) and Misty Tanner (Q&A Productions). Directing credits: N (Greenhouse Theater Center) Saturday Night, Sunday Morning (Steppenwolf Garage Rep), Bulrusher and Nativity Tribute (Congo Square Theatre). Acting credits: Meet Vera Stark (Goodman Theatre), Hot L Baltimore (Steppenwolf Theatre Company); The Bluest Eye (Steppenwolf Theatre Company and New Victory Theater), King Hedley II (Congo Square Theatre), and Joe Turner’s Come and Gone (Goodman Theatre). Television credits: The Chi, Empire, Chicago PD, Chicago Fire, Chicago Med, A Different World.

WILLIE "MUDLIFE ROC" ROUND (Kid, Tral) is a songwriter, playwright, videographer, mentor, and hip-hop artist hailing from the West Side of Chicago, who has performed across the country and opened for Grammy Award-winning artist Lil Wayne as well as Gucci Mane. He does extensive outreach in the North Lawndale neighborhood in Chicago (also known as “The Holy City”) and has mentored inner city youth as part of the College Mentoring Experience, as well as his own youth movement called MUD LIFE (Motivating the Urban to be Determined). He holds a B.A. in Communications, Radio, and Television Broadcasting from Central State University. His play Broke Down Drone (also co-written with G. Riley Mills) played during the 2019 Peacebook.

TRACY WALSH (Reporter, Kathy, Claudia/Lookingglass Ensemble Member) is a Lookingglass Ensemble Member where she has performed in, choreographed, directed, and written many plays on the Main Stage and for the Lookingglass Young Ensemble. In recent seasons at Lookingglass, Tracy provided dances for The Steadfast Tin Soldier, wrote, directed, and choreographed Cassandra for the Young Ensemble, provided intimacy choreography for Beyond Caring, movement for Acts of God, and choreographed Blood Wedding. She appeared in and choreographed Iphigenia in Aulis (Court Theatre/Getty Villa in Los Angeles), choreographed Agamemnon (Court Theatre) and appeared in and choreographed Electra (Court Theatre). Other Chicago choreography credits include: Arcadia and All’s Well that Ends Well (The Goodman Theatre), The Jewel Box and Don Giovanni (Chicago Opera Theatre), Carmen (Court Theatre) and the Napoleonade (Eclipse Theatre Company). Tracy and her husband own and teach at Lighthouse Yoga in Evanston.

FACT SHEET

Her Honor Jane Byrne will air on Chicago’s NPR news station WBEZ 91.5 FM and wbez,org.

Title: Her Honor Jane Byrne

Written and Directed by: Ensemble Member J. Nicole Brooks

Featuring: Ensemble Members Christine Mary Dunford, Thomas J. Cox and Tracy Walsh with Robert Cornelius, Nicole Michelle Haskins, Renee Lockett, Frank Nall, Josh Odor, Taron Patton, and Willie “Mudlife Roc” Round.

Creative Team: Michael Huey (composer), Christopher M. LaPorte (sound designer), Artistic Associate Wendy Mateo (associate director) Jason K. Martin (dialect specialist), Sarah Burnham (production manager), Jeremy Phillips (production assistant) and Ensemble Member Philip R. Smith (casting).

Dates: Thanksgiving Day, Thursday, November 26 from 11am-1pm CT and Saturday, November 28 from 2pm-4pm CT.

Also happening online with Lookingglass

The Steadfast Tin Soldier

Lookingglass Theatre Company presents the holiday stream of Ensemble Member Mary Zimmerman’s The Steadfast Tin Soldier. Experience Chicago’s beloved holiday tradition with your family this holiday season, as the production streams into your home this December! Based on Hans Christian Andersen’s story about a little tin soldier who never gives up, this production is a gorgeous spectacle of music and movement that is perfect for the whole family.

Online access to the production is $25 and includes Livestream and On Demand. An Opening Night Livestream will take place December 1, 2020 at 6:30PM Central. Opening night is $75 and includes a pre-show event with live music hosted by Ensemble Member Kasey Foster, who plays the Ballerina in The Steadfast Tin Soldier. Following the show, Artistic Producer Kareem Bandealy will host a Q&A with Adaptor/Director and Ensemble Member Mary Zimmerman, Co-Sound Designer, Composer and Ensemble Member Andre Pluess, and Costume Designer Ana Kuzmanic.

Tickets are on sale now at www.lookingglasstheatre.org.

The cast of The Steadfast Tin Soldier features Ensemble Members Kasey Foster (Ballerina) and Anthony Irons (Goblin), with Joe Dempsey (Nursemaid), John Gregorio (Rat), and Alex Stein (Steadfast Tin Soldier).

Original music for The Steadfast Tin Soldier is composed by Ensemble Member Andre Pluess and Amanda Dehnert. Musicians include Leandro López Várady (Music Director/Piano), Greg Hirte (Violin), Juan Horie (Cello), and Constance Volk (Flutes).

The creative team includes Todd Rosenthal (scenic design), Ana Kuzmanic (costume design), TJ Gerckens (lighting design), Ensemble Member Andre Pluess and Christopher M. LaPorte (sound design), Leandro López Várady (associate arranger), Ensemble Member Tracy Walsh (choreography), Ensemble Member Sylvia Hernandez-DiStasi (circus choreography), Chicago Puppet Studio (puppet design), Amanda Herrmann (properties),Rigability Inc. (rigging design), Katrina Herrmann (stage manager) and Liz Anne Larsen (assistant stage manager). The production was filmed in 2019 by HMS Media.

The Secret Passage

The Secret Passage is a digital membership that reveals a corridor of hidden doors. And behind each door lives an exclusive peek into the Lookingglass process. From mind-expanding artist conversations to first-ever play workshops to archival audio recordings of our former glories to discounts on classes and public Lookingglass events, the perks of the pass will cast you as a true “insider” and a key player in preserving our future.

The Secret Passage memberships are $50, for access through August 2021, or $8 monthly. Members will receive a discount to The Steadfast Tin Soldier, along with access to the following monthly programming, plus more to be announced:

The Jungle Radio Play by Upton Sinclair, adapted and directed by Ensemble Member David Schwimmer

The Master and Margarita Radio Play, by Mikhail Bulgakov’s adapted by Artistic Director/Ensemble member Heidi Stillman, directed by Heidi Stillman and Ensemble Member David Catlin, featuring many Ensemble Members including David Schwimmer, Philip R. Smith, Joy Gregory, and our beloved friend and Steppenwolf ensemble member Mariann Mayberry.

The Scarlet Letter Radio Play by Nathaniel Hawthorne, adapted by Ensemble Member Thomas J. Cox

Lucy and Charlie’s Honeymoon Sneek Peek, a new musical by Artistic Associate Matthew C. Yee

The Hidden Door: Artist Conversations: Online conversations featuring exclusive conversations with Ensemble Members David Schwimmer, Kevin Douglas, Mary Zimmerman, Mellon Playwright in Residence J. Nicole Brooks, Anthony Fleming, Kareem Bandealy, and David Catlin, among others.

Live Concerts: Coffeehouse and House Party, features Artistic Associates Matt Yee and Sully Ratke, with a special appearance by Ensemble Member Kareem Bandealy. House Party is an intimate concert by Ensemble Member Kasey Foster and partner Charlie Otto.

For more information on The Secret Passage, visit lookingglasstheatre.org/secret-passage

About Lookingglass Theatre Company Inventive. Collaborative. Transformative. Lookingglass Theatre Company, recipient of the 2011 Regional Theatre Tony Award, was founded in 1988 by eight Northwestern University students. Now in its 32nd Season, Lookingglass is home to a multi-disciplined ensemble of artists who create story-centered theatrical work that is physical, aurally rich and visually metaphoric. The Company, located in Chicago’s landmark Water Tower Water Works, has staged 70 world premieres, received 161 Joseph Jefferson Award Nominations, and produced work all across the United States. In 2016, Lookingglass received the MacArthur Award for Creative and Effective Institutions and in 2017, was the recipient of the League of Chicago Theatres’ Artistic Achievement Award.

Lookingglass continues to expand its artistic, financial, and institutional boundaries under the guidance of Artistic Director Heidi Stillman, Executive Director Rachel L. Fink, a 29-member artistic ensemble, 22 artistic associates, an administrative staff, and a dedicated board of directors led by Chair Nancy Timmers and President Richard Chapman. For more information, visit lookingglasstheatre.org.

About WBEZ Chicago

WBEZ, Chicago’s NPR news station, serves the community with fact-based, objective news and information. WBEZ’s award-winning journalists ask tough questions, dig deep for answers and expose truths that spark change and foster understanding. In addition to its local and national news programming, WBEZ Chicago is home to a growing portfolio of popular podcasts, including the “Making” series of Making Beyoncé, Making Obama and Making Oprah; an investigative podcast series, Motive; 16 Shots: A podcast about the fatal police shooting of Laquan McDonald; Nerdette; and Curious City. WBEZ Chicago has a legacy of innovation as the birthplace of nationally acclaimed programs such as This American Life, and Wait Wait...Don’t Tell Me! and the ground-breaking podcast, Serial.

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Kaew Lorm Petch Reviews

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Pikul (Namphetch's (Vill) mother) runs away to Bangok after arguing and accidentally wounding her husband thinking that she killed her husband.

Her bus gets into a an accident. she gave birth in the hospital, she over hears police looking for a criminal and she thought the police are looking for her, with panic she accidentally took Lada's baby.(Kaewkao’s ((Aerin Sireeporn) mother ).

When she realises she goes back to hospital but she learns her daughter (Kaewkao) has health issues and needs treatment, so she lets them to have her baby thinking that they are wealthy they can afford and give her daughter a good life.

18 years later, when Pikul & Namphet selling sweets in the streets helps Kaewoko getting stabbed but Namphetch get stabbed, so Lada took them to her house as a cook.

But Kaew is a spoiled & grandma’s favourite child.

Grandma is also snob and very protective of Kaew, she’s the one who’s spoiling Kaew

Pikul is happy to be reunited with her daughter and already started to show her interest and protection of her biological daughter Kaew

Lada appears to be a much better mother comparing to Pikul

Kaewkao showed her true colours Pikul’s the first day of working as a cook

Kaewko reprimanded Pikul and asked Namphetch to educate and teach her mother some manners…

Pikul even made Namphetch to apologise Kaewko

Say hello to the mother who loves her biological daughter who have been growing up with an another family to the other daughter she’s been raising for years.

She is discriminating one of the other.She had already started to behave Namphetch badly and this is just the beginning.

Only Karn (Nampectch’s biological brother) Lada (biological mother) & head house keeper treats Nampectch well in the household

By episode 5 Cheewin was already in love with Nampectch

In every singe episode you can see Kaewko attacking, harassing, physically abusing Nampectch

But Karn has fallen in love with Nampectch and wanted to marry her, this time Pikul tried to stop this, as they are biological siblings.

If Kaewko grew up as the daughter of Pikul she’d still do her best to hunt a rich man.

But the head house keeper is suspicious of Pikul from day 1 the way she treats Kaewko is much nicer than she treats Nampectch

Both Cheewin & Karn has fallen in love with Nampectch, they even got her the same present without knowing

Even the present, they bought her was the same for her birthday, it was same watch but Kaewko had seen the present before and she was excepting a watch for her birthday.

When she got a phone and when she saw the watch Nampectch got she immediately thought it was from Cheewin and she stole her present and created another mayhem, Nampectch mother Pikul blamed Nam, telling her if she had not accepted the gift from Kam, things wouldn’t be like this.

Remmeber they both Nampectch and Kaewko were born on the same day at the same hospital Nampectch

To stop Kaewko attacking Nampectch over Cheewin, Karn made Nampectch his personal secretary

When Kaewko eavesdrop Cheewin & Karn’s conversation she heard, both guys love Nampectch and argue over her

When Nampectch, Cheewin & Karn went to Pattaya for business, Kaewko tricked Nampectch to go and get her wallet from her yacht, she followed Nampectch to the yacht hit her head, stripped her off, took all her belongings, she spiked Chanok’s drink (Cheewin’s brother) so that Nampectch had to marry Channok but her plans have failed.

But when Cheewin came to the yacht looking for Nampectch, Chanok used this for his own advantage, he fainted Cheewin, this way Nampectch would look like she slept with Cheewin and had to marry him.

He took the keys of the boat & he cut the radio cords, now everyone is looking for them.

Cheewin & Nam stuck in boat in the middle of ocean waiting for help while Chanok told everyone he has seen Cheewin getting into the yacht and sailing will Nam.

Cheewin confesses Nam that he loves her while they are alone in the yacht. He has told Nam even if she was not around, he would never loved Kaew

Karn has been hospitalised and Kaew already put the blame on Nam, she told her mother that he’s in this condition because of Nam.

Finally Nam & Cheewin got rescued and they have been told Karn has been hospitalised

After Karn had an MR, they found out that he has a brain tumour.

Nam has tried to explain things to Lada but she didn’t believe her.

Karn wanted speak with Cheewin to learn what had happened between him & Nam.

He asked Cheewin if he’s trying to steal Nam from him. .

Cheewin told him that Nam doesn’t love him

When Nam returned back home she got reprimanded by her mother and been questioned of what she has done.

Lada wanted to speak to Pikul about Nam & Karn getting married but Pikul said I am not approving it I don’t want them to do something that they will regret in the future.

Lada told Pikul that Karn has a brain tumour and if she has a better excuse why they would regret it she needs to tell.

Lada told her mother in law that her son is dying and please let her Karn marry Nam.

Nothing will be solved unless head house keeper gets the anklet from Pikul & shows it to grandma

Kaewko paid money to a gangster to kidnap & rape Nam but this plan backfired as Pikul’s husband witnessed gangster trying to kidnap Nam & rescued her, even at this situation Pikul sided with Kaewko

Pikul told Kaewko that she’s her biological daughter after she killed her own father..

Chanok pregntes a girl he hangs out with

During Pikul’s husband’s funeral police showed a piece of clothing that belongs to murderer and told everyone that the murderer is his blood relative, in other words, father and son.

They took Nam to dna / blood test and ofcourse Pikul didn’t want this.

Now head house keeper and Karn suspects that Kaewko & Pikul is hiding something

Kaewko burns the dress she was wearing when she killed her father

DNA & blood tests done for Nam came out negative, but this also proves that she’s not the daughter of Pikul and her husband.

Pikul told the police that Nam is her daughter with from her first husband

Now Kaewko wants to get rid of Nam even more as she’s the true heiress of the entire fortune.

Kaew’s brother already suspecting that she might have done something bad.

Kaew tried out to kill Nam, she tried to ran over her.

When Cheewin checked the cctv cameras he find out that it might be Kaew who tried to hit Nam and shared it with Karn

When Joe the gangster Kaewko hired to rape Nam, tried to kill Chanok as he’s not taking responsibilities for the girl he pregnante, she shielded herself and Joe accidentally shoot her.

When Kaweko & Pikul was talking about Kaew killing her own father and trying to kill Nam someone over heard them

It was the head house keeper who heard Kaew talking to Pikul, she wanted to tell this to Lada but Kaew was there talking to Lada, so she couldn’t; tell but Kaew is suspicious of the head house keeper that she might have heard something

I am sure Kaew has plans to get rid of the house keeper as well.

This time Kaew over hears the head house keeper trying to tell Kaew is not Lida’s daughter. Kaew asks how did she found out

She tries to stab the head house, keeper, Pikul begs the head house keeper not to tell anyone but Kaew kills head house keeper as well.

This girl is a walking murderer, after killing head house keeper, they buried her in a sack, now everyone is back home, When Chanok arrived to see Kaew, he saw her leaving with Pikul and that’s what he told to Lada & granny

Karn learns the truth about his health and Kam doesn’t love him but she loves Cheewin

Grandma questioned everyone whether they had seen the head house keeper?

Kaew & Pikul is panicking now, they are not sure what to do ..

The household already received a phone call from the police, they are asking them to come and identify the body of a woman whether she’s the head house keeper or not..

But the biggest clue to solve the murder is the anklet found on the body of the head house keeper, which has been missing for 20 years. If they use their logic they will find it, and the police said if she hadn’t steal it it’s possible that she got it from the person who killed her. (BINGO)

Now Pikul knows that police told the family that head house keeper has been killed over the anklet she also told this to Kaew. Not they are in more big panic.

Grandma over heard the conversation as well, I am hoping they won’t dare to kill the grandma.

Now the other maid, who is the maid of Kaew is sure that she has seen that anklet before

Grandma called her lawyer and told him her suspicions and the lawyer told her that they can do a dns test, but she wants it to be done secretly without letting anyone know about it

When she was getting hair samples from Kaew’s hair brush she got caught

Kaew made Pikul redial the last number grandma called and it was the law offices.

Channok over heard the conversation between Karn & Cheewin, he immediately meet with Kaew but Kaew denies..

The lawyer got the dna results, he calls the grandma to tell her, but she doesn’t believe and asks him to come and see her..

Kaewko eavesdrop grandma’s phone conversation with the lawyer but she only hears her name and she wonders what’s it got to do with her.

Pikul told Kaew that she’ll take all the blame on herself and won’t let anyone to blame her.

Grandma heard everything and she know she realises everything that she raised a spoiled brat, a rattle snake

Kaew and Pikul knows that grandma know something but they don’t know what she knows yet.

Kaew send Pikul to grandma’s house and she made her dial her number so she can hear what grandma is speaking to her lawyer.

She heard that grandma cut her from her will, and immediately went to grandma and asked why she’s leaving everything to Nam, grandma told her that Nam is to true heiress and she’s leaving everything to her.

Kaew ripped the dna test.. She pushed her grandma, & grand ma is in hospital, she even tried to kill grandma while she’s in the hospital

Kaew tells Pikul that she won’t let her grandma to live.

But Pikul asks Kaew to look after grandma well

Cheewin asks Nam to marry him and he told her he promised Karn that he’ll look after her well.

When Kaew asked about marriage and love to Cheewin, Cheewin told her how can you still talk about love and marriage when you have Chanok..

And both Lada and Cheewin’s mother asked what does he mean by that and Channok said she had changed her mind

Nam started to get suspicious and asked Cheewin to test a glass of water Kaew gave it to grandma..

They got the test results of the fluid in the glass and it was poison.

Kaew wants to kill both grandma & Nam

Nam tried to give the test results to Lada but Kaew interfered and Nam couldn’t give it to Lada and this time Pikul took her to their house and rip of the test results and she’s still violent and threatens Nam

Nam learned the truth accidentally, she was send to the lawyers office… she learned it at the lawyers office.

Nam had got her courage and told Pikul that she’s not her daughter, her daughter is Kaew

Nam decided to leave that house. She said her goodbyes to grandma

Channok was found covered in blood and take to hospital

In the hospital he said it was Kaew who did it to him. and he told his brother everything, that Kaew killed the head house keeper and now she wants to kill Nam

Kaew took grandma and she pushed her chair to kill her but Nam saw grandma and saved her, when Kaew saw that Nam helped grandma this time she attacked Nam, but Cheewit, Karn, & Lada came right on time and they would be able help Nam…

But Kaew kidnapped Nam, when they arrived home the police came and wanted to question Kaew in suspicion for the murder of the head house maid.

Grandma said she knows why and asked them to bring the envelope and now everyone knows the truth

The crazy bitch shot her own mother. And put the gun to her head killed herself ..

Nampet & Cheewit got married, Karn will be going under brain surgery, after getting married Nam & Cheewit visited Pikul who became a nun

They have wasted the entire lakorn on Kaew. She had more screen time than anyone.

I can’t recommend this drama, it’s boring, long and waste of time, they wasted the good chemistry of Son & Will on this stupid lakorn.

I shed a couple of tears at the end.

#Son Yuke Songpaisan #Son Yuke #Vill Wannarot #Kaew Lorm Petch #สน;#วรรณรท สนธิไชย #สน #ยุกต์ ส่งไพศาล #แก้วล้อมเพชร #Thailand #Thai Lakorn #Thai #Kaew Lorm Phet #สน ยุกต์ ส่งไพศาล

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ramblerwriter · 7 years

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What on Katte (Part 3)

I came into work two days later to Miss Tarrol telling me I had been transferred. I was so happy I would never have to see that demon cat again I immediately went to my new workplace as fast as my legs could carry me. I went through the lower halls of the castle as I had been directed until I came to the section of the palace that served as the royals' tailor. A few seamstresses and tailors were milling about, but they were too young. I was assigned to an elderly woman named Etza. I found her quite easily, as she was very chatty as she worked. She was currently embroidering intricate flowers into the bodice of a silken dress, peering at the needle through spectacles that made her look even more like a grandmother than her white bun. She saw me and waved me over, looking me up and down. "You're Trellit Karne?" She asked. I nodded. "Funny name for someone like ya." She remarked, and I furrowed my brow, a bit hurt and more confused. She chuckled. "I don't mean it as an insult. It's just that Trellit is a very Tambran name. Ya look more Julian than anythin'." She explained, tying off a thread. "Couldja hand me that teal thread over there?" She asked, "The one next to the scissors." I turned around, picked up the spool, and gave it to her. "Thanks, child." She sat down again, continuing her work “Ya know,” she told me, “you’re just about the same age as a few of my grandchildren. They’re all out and about, though, bustlin’ round the castle. Two of my children have gone on to study way out in the Northern Elven Woods, but not me. I could never travel that far. I’ve worked in the castle for the Kanamotaes for over 50 years, bless, and I’ll work here til the day I die, so help me." She laughed, tying off a thread. “I’ve been doin’ this so long, I might be older than some of the oldbloods. Ha!” That was silly. We both knew oldbloods could live for hundreds of years. Still, her easy manner alleviated some of the tension I held. “The noble families do seem to have a likin’ for my work, though.” She sighed. “But that's the problem. I'm gettin’ old. That's where ya come in.” She poked me. “My eyes aren't what they used to be. Your job’s ta be threading needles, fetching things, lugging bolts of cloth this way and that, and pinning a few things that I jus’ can't reach anymore.” Within a few days, I knew where every color thread, every bolt of fabric was, and the types. She talked an awful lot, but I spoke very little, so it evened out. Within another few weeks, I had memorized every different stitch Etza used and when she used them. She began to let me sew hems and baste fabric together.

I was having particular trouble with a slippery fabric that kept bunching or getting out of line. My thread had made a particularly nasty knot when I had tried to fix it, and when I tried to fix that, it just got worse. When Etza saw the mess I had made, she didn't yell or get mad, she just smiled and said, "Let's try this again, sweetheart." As much as I liked seeing Mister Crispin and Miss Kim on my way home, I loved working with Miss Etza even more. "Trellit, dear," she said to me one day, folding a bolt of silk. I looked up. “I’ve been working with ya for a few weeks now and I’ve been gabbing on about my family an’ I’ve never asked about yours.” She looked to me expectantly.

“Uh,” My eyebrows lowered slightly as I tried to decide what was worth talking about. “We’re Tambran.” I didn’t look it, though it wasn’t my fault. “We moved here so my Tenh’o could get a better job.” And to be closer to the political capital of the world. “There were too many people in the city we were living in. Tenh’e didn’t want to move because she didn’t want to leave her sister, but when Tenh’o told her about how the palace was training kids for free, we moved.” That was probably the most I had ever said at once to her. “I miss my cousins,” I added quietly.

"Do you have a Tainu-Tenhtaer?" A grandmother? I shook my head, pausing in my stitching for a moment. "She died when I was very young." I told her quietly. "I didn't know her." Mrs. Etza looked at me like I'd broken her heart. "Oh, sweetheart!" She came over and hugged me, careful not to stick herself on my needle. "You poor dear. No Tainuten’; no one to spoil you!"

I really didn’t mind having no grandmother and was rather surprised at her response because I thought it was normal not to have one. Were people supposed to get this upset over grandparents? "It’s okay, really." I mumbled into her shoulder. "No, it's not." She replied. "Tell you what, I'll be your Tainuten’ from now on." I nodded, considering the impact of what she just said. I didn't know what a grandmother was supposed to do, but I figured it was something like what Etza was already doing. She was kind and caring, understanding and patient. She was one of the only people I felt comfortable talking to, though I withdrew whenever someone came for a fitting. It wasn't like I knew any of them, and besides, they were nobility. I didn't really have the right to speak in their presence. To them I was just a strange, pale little servant. But whichever royal or high ranking individual came in, Etza knew them. She chatted them up like old friends. She did most of the talking, though. Among some of the people that came in were an exuberant woman with paint stains on her face, the scary seven-foot-tall man, and a peculiar young girl.

She was around my age, and, like me, had very pale skin and near-white hair. Hers was longer than mine and her eyes were soft pink. Her dress had to be specially-tailored in the back, since on her back rested a pair of snow-white downy wings. I had met several people with wings before, but she was the prettiest alatus I had ever seen. Our eyes met and she wandered over, waiting for Etza to find a particular button. "You're like me," She beamed. "Except you look like Jack Frost." She pointed to my pale blue eyes. "I look like one of those weird mice." She pointed to her own pinkish-red eyes. "I've never heard of people mistaking angels for mice." I told her rather quietly. She laughed, and I felt blessed to hear it.

"You don't think I look weird?" She asked. "No," I replied. "I think it's beautiful.” "My name is Skylar." She stuck her hand out. Was I allowed to touch her? "I'm Trellit." I accepted her hand with a little hesitation. "It's nice to meet you, Trellit." Her beautifully infectious smile grew. "Have you ever rode a horse?" She asked. I shook my head. I had cleaned up after them, though. "It's really fun. You should try." Her pink eyes lit up. "I could teach you! My horse is black, with brown spots all up its nose. He's so gentle and kind." I remembered that horse from the stables. His name was Toffee. This girl was kinda giddy, but I liked her. That, and I didn’t want to offend someone whose parents probably had the power to kill me. "I'd like that." I stammered, "that-that'd be great." Wait until I tell my Tenh’e I made a friend of one of the noble’s daughters. "Little Mistress Skylar," Etza called her. She turned her head, seeing she was being summoned back to the fitting. "She found it.” Skylar told me. I watched the tips of her downy feathers barely touch the ground as she half ran back. She motioned for me to follow and I did, standing next to Etza so I could thread the needle and hand it to her. “What time do you finish working?” Skylar asked me.

“Uh, whenever Ms. Etza says, I guess.” I looked to Etza for confirmation. She raised an eyebrow, still looking at Skylar.

“Well, why do ya want to know? Are ye plannin’ somethin’ nice, Miss Sky?” Etza asked,

“I want to teach Trellit how to ride a horse.” She answered, beaming.

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Etza looked at me, then her. “An’ the two-a-you match so lovely.” I stared at the ground, blushing a bit, even though it wasn’t much of a comment.

“I just remembered,” I murmured hesitantly, “I don’t have any riding clothes.”

“That’s okay,” Skylar assured me, “you can borrow some of mine. I think they’d fit you.”

#what on katte #story #kantra #ramblerwriter

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vishwaspur · 7 years

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oneshot; somewhere else {OmkaraxGauri}

{ @kahinterikhamoshiyaan‘s AU Channa Mereya vm always fills me with feels. Tonight those feels made me write }

“She’d make a beautiful bride.”

That was the first thing that came in his mind when he came to meet her for the last time.

-x-

“Log sahi the. Jazbaat sahi the. Waqt..”

“Galat tha?”

“Tum hi toh kehti ho ke waqt ko galat nahin kehna chaiye.”

“Shayad ab humein apni hi kahi hui baton ko dobara se parakhna hoga.”

They stood at the window of her room, bathing in the bright light of the full moon. She was supposed to be sleeping; it was a big day for her tomorrow.

“Aaj raat neend kahan?”

That was the text she had sent him 10 minutes before he had found his way in her room. Needless to say he wasn’t supposed to be here; in her room, in her house, in her city. Come tomorrow he wouldn’t be supposed to be anywhere in her life.

With a touch of his hand on her forearm, he made her look away from the moon and face him. Was there a more beautiful face than hers in the whole wide world? Especially when she looked straight in his eyes without any hesitation, like she was trying to imprint the very sparkle of his eyes in her memory.

“Tum khush rahogi?”

“Rehna hi padega.”

“Mujhe yaad karogi?”

Silence.

Then, a chuckle.

“Haq nahin hoga.” She shook her head and the chuckle turned into laughter. And she laughed and laughed till tears ran down her cheeks. He smiled at the sight; honestly he could get drunk at the sound of her laughter.

“Main yaad kar sakta hoon tumein?”

The laughter stopped and she looked up at him, tears still shimmering in her eyes. The previously laughing face of hers was now frowning; her lower lip trembled as another tear slipped escaped her eyes.

“Mat kijiya ga na...”

And there was so much heartbreak in her voice that he reached out for her without thinking and the next thing he knew she was there where he wished he could keep her forever.

How many times had she been the one to hold him in her arms and rock him with her gentle lullabies to ease the pain away? How many times had she been the one to wipe his tears with soft touches and tender kisses? How many times had she run her fingers through his hair as he rested his head on her lap seeking comfort away from the world? He didn’t remember the number of times but he remembered every feeling that he had gotten during those moments. He just couldn’t remember when was the last time she had broken down in his arms like this.

“Sssshhhh…”

He tightened the embrace and kissed the top of her head. Giving an accusatory glance to the moon, he started swaying on the spot with her in his arms.

Aaj raat neend kahan…?

-x-

As much as he wanted to, Omkara couldn’t just stand in the shadows and try to blend in within them. He had to go and meet the hosts of the event and relay to them the well wishes and gifts that Daadi had sent. He wished he could’ve avoided that whole scene. But that was the price he had to pay to make his presence at the event legitimate.

“Oberoi-sahab aap ko ye takleef karne ki kya zaroorat thi?”

“Takleef kaisi? Aap hamare itne purane janne wale hain. Aapki khushi mein agar hum apni taraf se kuch daal saken toh ye toh hamara farz hai.”

He noticed the way the guests had eyed the mountain of gifts that the servants had carried in. The same way he noticed how her father had straightened his back and was now a lot less nervous than before. The guests who were previously being all haughty and unimpressed by the humble nature of the event, were now suddenly being all cheery and polite to the hosts. It was the same story every time. A casual show of money could change attitudes within seconds. Was it a wonder Mr. Oberoi was the way he was?

“Sharma ji…ab main chalta hoon. Beti ki shaadi ki bohat mubarak ho.”

“Arey! Aise kaise!? Gauri hamari beti hai per aap ki bhi kuch lagti hai!”

Was it polite to laugh at the blissful innocence of that statement?

“Haan beta..Gauri se ek baar mil lo. Warna wo chiraiya apni shaadi wale din hum se naraaz hojaegi ke maa..sahab logon ke ghar se koi aya aur humse mile bina hi chala gaya? Buss yehi tha unka prem?”

Gauri’s mother joined in with a laugh. This time Omkara couldn’t stop the smile. How had he fallen for a girl who could lie so skillfully that she had kept a lie alive for years without anyone noticing? How was it that all her honesty was reserved for him only while the world only knew what she wanted them to know about her?

How could he live without her…?

How would he live without her…?

“Ab dulhan ko naraaz karna toh galat hoga. Kahan hai wo? Waise bhi Shivaay ne uske liye gift bheja hai. Acha hai..khud hi de dunga main usse.”

Just as he said it, he was led through the familiar narrow passageways that led to the inner section of the house. But he didn’t get to walk much beyond the main hall of the house because she walked out of her room just as he stepped in the hall.

She made a beautiful bride.

“Dekh Gauri kon aya hai?”

Omkara smiled at her disappointed frown.

“Humein laga Bade Bhaiya ya Soumya ayegi. Ye Jatadari Hippie yahan kahan se agaye?”

“Tum kaho toh wapas chala jaoun? Waise bhi tumhare Bade Bhaiya ka hi tohfa dene aaya hoon tumhein.”

“Dijiye.”

She stepped closer to him and put her hand in front of him. She was so tiny, he had often wondered if he could carry her around in his pocket.

“Hum maachis ki teeli hain kya jo apni jeb mein rakhenge aap humein?”

“Teeli kyun? Chaabi kyun nahin?”

“Chaabi sambhal ke rakhne ki cheez hai. Kabhi na kabhi kaam aa hi jaati hai. Teeli ko toh ek baar istemaal kiya aur phenk diya. Usse sambhaal ke nahin rakhte.”

He reached out for a packet from his jacket and handed it over to her. Her eyes shone at the fancy packaging but before she could impatiently rip it open, her mother took it away from her.

“Ye hum tere samaan ke saath rakh rahe hain!” She said sternly and walked away from there, leaving the two of them alone. Just like she had planned.

“Bohat sundar lag rahi ho.”

He whispered and her calm exterior cracked. She bit her lip to resist the onslaught of tears threatening to spill down. When she blinked and looked up at him, he shook her head at her and smiled gently.

“Baraat agayi!!”

Someone shouted outside and suddenly there was a flurry of motion around them. He stepped away from her as she was surrounded by her friends who started doing last minute adjustments to her bridal dress. He was so easily forgotten by everyone but her during this whole commotion. He could’ve easily slipped out of there unnoticed but there was a plea in her eyes that had him rooted on the spot.

“Chalo! Gauri ko mandap pe leke chalo!”

Her friends surrounded her and gently led her outside. The noise outside was getting louder as the band played ceremonial music. No one had really paid any attention to him. Even she hadn’t turned around to look at him one last time. When everyone was gone and he was the only one standing in the hall, he bent down and picked up the kada she had dropped at his feet sometime during the fuss made by the crowd.

-x-

“Parallel universe ka pata hai tumhein?”

He had once asked her.

“Ye konsa parinda hota hai?”

Her reply had been so abrupt that he had forgotten all about what he wanted to say and just laughed before she changed the topic.

-x-

“Omkara. Artist Extraordinaire. Congratulations, you have topped the list of India’s Most Eligible Bachelors!”

Soumya came barging in his studio with a magazine in her hand and broke his concentration from the piece he was currently giving finishing touches to.

“Phir se?”

He chuckled and ignored the cover of the magazine which had his own photo smiling back at him. Soumya shook her head at her brother in law and dropped the magazine on the table.

“Bade baalon wale bhaiya! Jitna aap khud ko anti-social banate hain, utna hi media mein aap “mysterious” kehlate hain. Kabhi toh apni personal life ke baare mein bhi bola karen. The rumors surrounding you are getting ridiculous! Kisi ne toh aapko teen bachon ka baap bhi bana diya tha uss din!”

“I fail to understand ek akele artist mein itna interest kyun hai sabko?” Omkara sighed.

“And I fail to understand ke aap kab tak aise akele zindagi jiyenge?”

She sounded so sad that he had no choice but to look away from his painting and give her his full attention.

“Main akela kahan hoon?”

“Tanhai bhi koi saathi hoti hai?”

“Hoti hai. Acha hai tumein nahin pata kaise.”

“Bhaiya…it’s been 8 years. Wo aapki zindagi se jaa chuki hai aur apni zindagi mein khush hai.”

He really wished she hadn’t brought her up.

“Jaanta hoon.”

“Usse toh aap yaad bhi nahin honge. Itni khush hai wo!”

“I hope so.”

Soumya huffed and opened her mouth to argue further but Omkara stopped her with his raised hand.

“Bacha we’ve had this discussion many times. But I really need to finish this painting today. So, if you can excuse me…?”

He got a frustrated groan from her in reply and she roughly picked up the magazine from the table and stomped her way to the door.

“Itna hi pyaar tha na usse toh tab hi kuch kar liya hota! Aaj iss halat mein toh nahin hote!”

She had the last word before she slammed the door shut after walking out. Omkara just sighed and laughed to himself as he continued finishing the painting. But his attention was half captured by the kada that never left his work table.

“Hum kya apni halat ki khabar rakhenge? Jiske dumm se zindagi thi jab wo saathi hi na raha..”

-x-

The kada was wrapped in a red thread. Upon closer inspection he had noticed that there was something safely tucked within the thread. When he had unwrapped the kada, a tightly wound piece of paper came out of it.

It had a few lines written on it.

“Waqt galat nahin tha. Jahan hi galat tha. Kisi aur jahan mein hum saath hain. Issi khushi mein hum jee lenge. Aap bhi jee lijiye ga.”

-x-

“Jee raha hoon. Jee toh raha hi hoon…”

-x-

She had made a beautiful bride.

In some universe she had made his beautiful bride.

#ishqbaaaz #rikara #type: fanfiction #gauri kumari sharma #omkara singh oberoi

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Shah Rukh Khan urges followers to vote in a brand new music video

India has entered full election mode: voting started on 11 April, and the ultimate poll can be forged greater than 5 weeks in a while 19 Might. Every single day, the BBC can be bringing you all the newest updates on the twists and turns of the world's largest democracy.

Shah Rukh Khan has a rap track...and it is known as Let's Vote!

What occurred? Properly, Prime Minister Narendra Modi put out a barrage of tweets on 13 March asking well-known Indians to "creatively" encourage voting. And Bollywood famous person Shah Rukh Khan obliged...on Monday, some 5 weeks later. He stated he was sorry for the delay - however Mr Modi did ask for "creativity". PM sahib @narendramodi ne creativity ki liye bola tha. Most important thoda late ho gaya video banane mein...aap mat hona Vote karne mein!!! 'Voting shouldn't be solely our Proper, it's our Energy.' Please Use It. Thank u to @tanishkbagchi @abbyviral @parakramsinghr . https://t.co/9280i8BnK3 Finish of Twitter submit by @iamsrk The Indian election kicked off on 11 April but it surely's so lengthy - it is staggered over 5 weeks - that Khan's attraction to voters should still work. Why is that this essential? Khan is a big movie star in India and one of many few that didn't instantly reply to Mr Modi's string of tweets in March. So his tweet on Monday, though late, rapidly made information. And Mr Modi was actually impressed. Improbable effort, @iamsrk!I'm certain the folks of India, particularly first time voters can pay heed to your attraction and are available out to vote in massive numbers https://t.co/y2OLgrwOOS Finish of Twitter submit by @narendramodi It is price mentioning that the prime minister had gone all out when he tweeted at celebrities, even channelling his internal Bollywood. Our private favorite is the tweet during which he punned on the long-lasting tagline from the 1990s' Bollywood blockbuster Kabhi Kushi Kabhie Gham: "It's all about loving your family." He tagged the movie's two male leads, Khan and Amitabh Bachchan, and its director Karan Johar, and ended with "It's all about loving your... democracy". Urging @SrBachchan, @iamsrk and @karanjohar to creatively guarantee excessive voter consciousness and participation within the coming elections. As a result of...its all about loving your democracy (and strengthening it). :) Finish of Twitter submit 2 by @narendramodi

On Monday, any probability of a Congress-AAP alliance was doomed...

What occurred? The principle opposition Congress get together named its candidates for six out of seven parliamentary seats in Delhi, ending the potential of a coalition with the Aam Aadmi Get together (AAP). The AAP, which is the ruling get together within the Delhi legislative meeting, and the Congress had earlier talked about forming an alliance to battle Prime Minister Narendra Modi's Bharatiya Janata Get together (BJP). However with the Congress going forward with its listing, we'll now see a three-cornered contest in Delhi. The Congress named former Delhi Chief Minister, Sheila Dikshit, as its candidate for the North East Delhi seat. Why is that this essential? The AAP and the Congress each oppose the BJP, and analysts say a coalition would have prevented the splitting of opposition votes in Delhi. However each events could not comply with a seat sharing settlement. The primary indicators that their talks had been failing got here when Congress President Rahul Gandhi accused Delhi Chief Minister Arvind Kejriwal of creating a U-turn in a tweet on 15 April. An alliance between the Congress & AAP in Delhi would imply the rout of the BJP. The Congress is prepared to surrender four Delhi seats to the AAP to make sure this. However, Mr Kejriwal has accomplished yet one more U flip! Our doorways are nonetheless open, however the clock is operating out. #AbAAPkiBaari Finish of Twitter submit by @RahulGandhi In response, Mr Kejriwal had tweeted: "What U-Turn? The talks were still on. Your tweet shows that having an alliance is not your wish. I am saddened by your comment. Today it is important to save the country from the threat of Modi-Shah . It is unfortunate that in UP and other states you are helping Modi by splitting the anti-Modi vote." AAP is but to announce its candidates.

...And PM Modi's 'nuclear button' comment sparked outrage

What occurred? At a rally within the northern state of Rajasthan on Sunday, Prime Minister Narendra Modi referred to India's nuclear arsenal, sparking a storm on social media. "Pakistan keeps threatening us every now and then by saying, 'We have a nuclear button'. Even if they do, they should know that India also has one. Do they think our button is for Diwali?" the PM stated. Diwali is a Hindu competition of lights and firecrackers. India is now not frightened of "Pakistan's threats", he added. He additionally attacked the primary opposition Congress get together, saying that they had been unable to curb terrorism once they had been in energy. "It is the Congress that has weakened the country. The BJP, however, is in a process to strengthen it," he stated. Why is that this essential? Mr Modi and the governing Bharatiya Janata Get together (BJP) have drawn flak in current weeks for together with India's current strikes in Pakistan of their election marketing campaign. Earlier this month, a row erupted over a letter from retired navy officers urging President Ram Nath Kovind to make sure that political events don't use the armed forces to "further their political agendas". Mr Modi has made nationwide safety the BJP's primary marketing campaign plank forward of the vote, constantly accusing the Congress of being weak on terrorism. Nationwide safety has historically by no means been an election concern in India, however some analysts say that this technique by the BJP might assist galvanise voters and increase the get together's probabilities. However Mr Modi's newest remarks have prompted outrage on Twitter, with many calling them "flippant" and "unfortunate". A sitting Prime Minister who speaks so chilly bloodedly of beginning a nuclear conflict: merely to win re-election:https://t.co/etjdjecdW8Let's be completely clear; this man doesn't take care of India, Indians, the globe, humanity. All he cares is for his personal gaddi. Finish of Twitter submit by @Ram_Guha Such flippancy in regards to the nuclear button, Mr. Modi.Tragic, uninformed, unimaginative, disgraceful.We all know you might have an election to win, however nuclear conflict within the Subcontinent will evaporate hundreds of thousands in our international locations.Hope there are folks in your nation who will object ferociously. https://t.co/Jx6xjulyxe Finish of Twitter submit by @KanakManiDixit I am ready for Modi's line "India's nuclear button is bigger than Pakistan's" Small males in massive places of work usually have a magnified concept of dimension. Finish of Twitter submit by @dr_rita39

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Fan Expression sketches I’ve made from 2015 to 2016 (Dec 4, 2016 is the last date I’ve drawn somehow., Majority of them kinda express goofiness in a slight depth and It’s one of those mini-sketch projects I’m doing last year and this year.

I’ll just update a bunch of info later because I’ll have a meeting to meet up!

Enjoy!

posted 06/28/2017

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Dialogues:

Superman

“Hmph! De JA VU..!”

Sol Badguy

“Get Lost!”

Dante Sparda

“Let’s Rock Baby!” ~ To any female characters....or better yet

“How come I never meet any nice girls?”

Jean Grey

“That, I can’t comprehend, StarFire...”~Starfire talks something explicit to Phoenix

Anavel Gato

“I’ll be more surprise if you destroy 3 more Zakus, Seifer”

Wakka

“Yikes! (prnounce as Zikes), Don’t get her Mad Ezreal!”

Tifa Lockhart

“CLOUD!! PLEASE DON”T RUIN OUR PERFORMACE!”~~talks about Cloud’s impromptu show in front of his allies only to botch it up (much like Gold Saucer)

Char Aznable

“Good move for a non-pilot!”~~if against strong non-gundam/pilot characters

“I’ll be much more impress for your actions there Katerina “~To Katerina of Nexus.

Captain America

“ugh..You guys aren’t giving much effort!” ~~said while training a bunch of untrained warriors.

Lux Crownguard

“Let’s have fun Timbersaw! Come on!!” ~said while asking Rizzrack to play

“Does that explain the double rainbow, Timbersaw? <3″

Garen Crownguard

“.......! I warned those guys!”~ said after his funny allies botch up their adventure strategy.

Cecil Harvey

“Huh!? Why look at my face that way, Merille!?”

Siegfried Schtauffen

“WHA-just...HOw am I!?” got shocked from a funny character’s comment

Monkey D. Luffy

“Hey! Cook us some of your cooks, Jam!! I’m Hungry!!!!” said to Jam Kuradoberi

Zell Dincht

“We’ll kick their asses!! Sir Steve ROGERS!”~to A.k.A. Captain America

Janna Windforce

“There now, Rizzrack”~ Comforts Timbersaw after a crazy troubling adventure

“Happy to see all of you, Lux & Timbersaw!”

“It’s Fun talking with you, Rinoa”

Zechs

“Hmmmmmmm, Allow me to court you in our halls, Sophitia. You might be fascinated in our govern rule” ~Zech takes Sophita into their halls.

Sakura Kinomoto

“I’ll show that Zenerkand Guy that I can do it!” ~pertaining to Tidus.

Gabranth

“Grrr,,,,,,,These kids have no absolute manners.....!!”

May

“Never heard of sky pirate, straw hat?” to Monkey D. Luffy

Amuro Ray

“Thanks Captain Nick”~to nick Fury of Agent of SHIELD

Guts

“Hey clown, shaddap!” if talking neither to The Joker, Buggy the Clown, or Kefka

“You annoy me...!!”

Zatanna

“Nuh-uh! what’s the magic word Zidane?”

Hawkeye

“Hey...! that Gunblade boy’s pissed!” ~said after pissing of Squall in a battle

Bernard Monsha

“HEH! show me what you got, boy! you better impress the ladies!” said neither to Squall, Tidus, Ezreal and other young handsome men to choose from...along with their girlfriends/ ladies around them

Selfie Tilmitt

This machine’s awesome, DUO!!~ get’s excited for taking a chance to ride Duo Maxwell’s Deathscythe Gundam.

Kilik

“Hey, those moves are not for show, Merille”

T.Hawk MiHawkeye

“Go ahead, I don’t mind...!”

Booster Gold

“Heh! bring it on card mage!” said to Sakura Kinomoto during a friendly match

Jah Ra Kal, Troll Warlord

“That girl is pissing me off”~~said while seeing Lux Crownguard in trouble on the Battle Field intensified...

“HEY BLONDIE!! give me a hand!!” cried panicking to Janna Windforce during a sudden intense fight, whom he often had a funny ally rivalry with along with Lux, etc....(because he thinks of them as weaklings”

Rizzrack, Timbersaw

“oohh~It’s good to have you here by your side, Janna! <3<3<3’ ~said mesmerizely to Janna captivating overall beauty from mind and body. (they become allies because of Lux’s friendship)

Celes

“Pls Don’t think of me that way...”

Chris Redfield

“Hey! you kids shouldn’t sabotage a cop’s duty!!” ~ Said to any child characters or any funny silly characters like Beastboy, etc..

Lulu

“Go & catch us first!!”

Lex Luthor

“A fascinating idea, Mr. Rufus” ~to President Shinra/ Rufus

Dilandau

“You dare mock my competence you little brats!?”

Etemon

“It’s time for you bed time, boy!”

Wolverine

“Hey Girl..!, Chill out!”~ Said to any easily angered female characters

“You’re as annoying as that red son of a bitch...GET LOST!!” - said to any annoying characters annoying as Deadpool.

Buggy The Clown

Think you can beat me with your blades, school boy!?” braggly said to Squall Leonhart

Joe Kiddo

“Gomamon, nOH! not that Guymalef!!”

Terra Brandford

“EH!? are you sure Ezreal!!?

Paptimus Scirocco

“Everything is going as plan..!”

Katerina

“Try & catch into me, school boy!” ~Said mimicking one of Squall’s dialogues

Kefka Pallazo

“Now I can go Crazy...!!”

Don Craig

“This is an impressive mass FIRE Power!”

Akasha, Queen of Pain

Submit little girl, you won’t stood a chance!”

Cyclops

“Impressive!! I never found any astounding opponents as you are Squall Leonhart!” ~ said during a friendly combat training with Squall Leonhart

Yazan Gable

“Hmph! that’s the result of their training Lex? don’t make me laugh!” said to Lex Luthor while watching his own soldiers in training

Bumblebee

“You can count on us, Ezreal!!”

Rinoa Heartily

“Please chill out, Jah Rah Kal! <3 <3 ~said to Troll Warlord after a heated adventure complaint.

Chase Smoker

Mess with the marines...We'll get an eye on you.......!

Van Fanel

|"HEY! that's my PENDANT, ZIDANE..!! Give it back!!

Jam Kuradoberi

“Monkey D. luffy...my favorite Customer!”

“I know! I’ll cook you good food, Zidane!”

Zidane Tribal

“He..He-Hey! not like that Xianghua!!”

Mandarin

“Feel my power boy!

Starscream

“Prepare to get annihilated!

Aqua Girl / Lorena Marquez

“Thanks for the great massage...I guess my feet were bothering me well so much..”

Dr. Strange

“Care to join us, Ms. Lockhart?” - Said to Tifa Lockhart during a campaign

Griffith

“Isn’t that a fair sight Dear, Lanaya?” Said to Templar Assasin whom he met during his adventure.

Terrorblade

“It’s fun to tempt you again & again, Tranquil One....!” Said to Janna Windforce , whom he always had an enjoy intense rivalry with (think of it as like Good vs Evil in general)

Hitomi

“of all your nerve, Pirate Clown!” ~ said to buggy the Clown

Erika from Pocket Monsters

“Very naive, Taichi...”

Taskmaster

“Heh! perhaps I should be the one training you, Zorro!” said after beating up Zorro in a fight

Jinx

“Fuhuhu..Let’s kill...KILL!!” ~said in a crazy state,,,,

Axe, Mogul Khan

“Grrr.....AXE IS MAD!!”

Tidus

“CUZ, I’m the star of ZANARKAND, GOLD!!”

Dr. Doom

“I’ll expect more from you noble boy...!”

Haman Karn

“Hmph... your pwers are not bad at all afterall, blondie”

The Joker

“Hey..Swordsman, why so very serious?” ~ Said to Siegfried, Guts, or Squall

Omega Red

“HAHAHAH! you pitiful children play so pathetic!”

Davion, the Dragon Knight

“I am intrigued with your Dragon, little one” - said to Red after seeing his Charizard.

Angewomon

“......................you trying to make me blush...hm?”

Jarvhan

“HUH!? and what kind of plan is that you 3 keens!?” Said exasperatedly from Squee, and Spleen’s ideas a.K.a the Techies Demolition

Lina

“Go ahead & convince me little kid, it won’t change...” said to Kamille Bidan

Blue

“Heh! smell you later Locke!” said to Locke Cole

Nightwing

“.....................................”

Niko Minoru

“Buzz off, pip-squeak! I’m in a bad-mood!. said to Zidane

“Go away you clown!”--said to any clown like characters (Buggy, Joker or Kefka)

Cassie Lang

“NOW I am as big as the Gundam! care for a ride Kamille?”

Ezreal

“aw..COME ON!!! Johny no fair! TWISTED FAte is going to laugh at me about this!”

StarFire

“See Beastboy!? I told you Mr. Guts was a good guy!”

Martian Manhunter

“It’s futile to resist, Knight with the crystalize sword...” Said to Siegfried

- Jasmine/ Mikan from Pokemon

“My Steelix is not for show Booster Gold....”

Squall Leonhart

“That’s quite the shine you got there..”

Sinestro

“That is more commendable to the Ghost of Solomon, Yamato”

Myotismon

“Enjoy some meals while it last child..!”

Deadpool

“He-hey!! it’s the white Darth VADER!!! where’snow the force?~to Char Aznable

Tony Starks

“so ladies.....doing anything after this?~Said to any female when drunk...

Sophitia

“you’re not taking this seriously, Puck” said to Puck the Fairy from berserk.

Windranger

“Hey there Lux, came here for another nature’s trip?”

Zorro

“Oh damn it! Your just like that Straw Hat, Star of Zanarkand!”

Jecht

“Came here to enjoy see my match, Luffy?”

Twisted Fate

“Care to pplay with us, Sakura?”

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