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I usually do playlists for my works that I tune into either while I'm thinking about them, using as inspo lyrically or just as background while writing. You do have to be ok with music from many different parts of the world, though, as I'm very eclectic with my taste.

I also use Youtube, sorry for any Spotify users.

Listed according to their fic:

[dearest]

[eastern wind]

[hamzair side of dearest]

[actual jinn aslam]

[this one is just specifically desi music]

and for @chaotickittydreamer who's also a padmaavat enthusiast, these two old playlists:

alauddin/malik

alauddin/ratan singh

Why did I make this? I’m still not entirely sure.

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(you are getting this ask because i have just gotten a very bad haircut. kinda devastated tbh)

Last time I got a haircut I thought I was going for a trim from ass length to hip length and ended up with shoulder-blade length so I feel you. It shall pass.

Uzair's hair gets curly with humidity and at the end of the day. There was a phase where he wore it a bit longer as a teen, but Rehman told him he looked better with it shorter.

Faizal's haircuts are mostly done by Ulfat, with varying results. He does get regular oil massages, as well as Rehman, who not so secretly looks forward to them.

Hamza and Yalina steal each other's hair products.

Donga will tell incredible tales about when he used to have hair, as if he used to be Rapunzel.

Jameel's hair has been a dye job for the past ten years.

By calling him Jassi, I guess we mean pre-canon Jaskirat right? If not, sorry!

He knew some of these boys; not well, not at a point where he'd have called them friends, but enough that they knew his nickname, enough that he also knew their nicknames as he entered that house to kill. It's always the devil you know, in the end.

He remembers holding Pinda when he was going through withdrawals, as a teen -- it was always hard to stay away from the stuff, when it was laying around his house -- and thinking, once the worst had passed, that perhaps, perhaps, he'd kicked it for good this time.

He used to be the one to close the gate to their house at night. He wasn't there to close that gate at night and open it in the morning, on the day it happened.

He used to think that his father might die while on the job -- had prepared himself for a traumatic but honorable death. Not this; never this.

he isnt fixed up yet but he looks kinda cute

hes so pretty boy hello????

glow up°°

this is what sp aslam saw when they took his twink away

click here to get your own bhondu hamzair (soon)

part 1 (?)

heavily inspired by @hyade 's hamzair fic!!

/Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness / Margaret Atwood, Power Politics / @yanyibiour / blasted, sarah kane / S.K. Osborn / bon iver, a song for a lover long time ago / Helen Oyeyemi, White Is for Witching / jasmine gibson, "hot-hand fallacy", dont let them see me like this/ Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss / alice notley, in the pines /Mahmoud Darwish/