May 10, 2023
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Ram charan's words : " I love Tarak as a whole person. I think he is sexy. If you gave him a red carpet…he will be one of the most good looking model walking on earth.”
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Gosh Argh! I love love him a lot during Bheem’s character introduction (wearing so little, barely covered, just with his loincloth yumm). The nose ring, the heavy hair chest, bruh even he has hair on his back too! This is Peak Bheem looks for me. The hottest!
Bheem is like the best written character, Vijayendra Prasad sir (SSR's father) is a genius in writing good characters. And Jr. NTR should have received all the awards for his portrayal as Bheem! I mean during all of this sequence with the tiger, he does most of his acting while running! It wasn't just merely running but his eyes were telling you everything.
I love that even since the beginning of this scene, never once Bheem looked boastful, (like many characters in movies when they’re portrayed as the strongest, they would then acted like what they’re doing were effortless, barely breaking their sweats), but not with bheem, yes he eyes first look dangerous, we could see determination in his eyes, when he actually confronted the tiger, we can see fear in his eyes! He was scared for his life but he has goal in his heart and that's what made him could overcome the impossible.
Tarak does it so well!!! In all little detail like his surprised expression when the trapped couldn’t hold the tiger anymore and snapped!, we were all holding our breath with him. Also the relief in his eyes when he looked up and saw that the tiger finally paralyzed, after he get the tiger off of him, he was scrambling backward like he was still in disbelief that he actually had done it, conquered the tiger with his sheer will.
We definitely have to talk about what he did next after his victory, he wasn't cheering or whatsoever, he hold the tiger's head in his hands and put his forehead against, to honor this mighty beast, asked for its forgiveness because of what he did, his lips were quivering, his whole body was shaking, Tarak! I will forever adore you as Bheem.
I think what I love the most in this scene sequence was when he discussed about their situation with his men, how long they have been searching for Mali, he for the first time looked up with such innocent eyes and gone the scary big strong man that could defeat a tiger a moment ago with his bare hands. Tarak's eyes really could speak so well! It translated perfectly into his acting of the Bheem that Rajamouli's envision, I watched an interview where SSR basically said that Bheem is really strong but his mind is actually like a kid, he is innocent deep down, that's why when he was with Ram he looked so adorable because that's who he truly is, just pure sunshine that happen to be able to move a mountain.
RRR - Honey Gold Eyes and Tiger Cubs
Hey guys, long time, no write. Real life has been really busy and I’ve just not been feeling that spark from before. I am not sure how many more stories I will manage to write for the fandom, or how many people are even reading my stories, but I did want to contribute to the Tales of the Tiger 2023 (@talesofthetigerrr) event.
It’s really rough, and I am definitely out of practice, but I think it turned out ok in the end. Let me know what you think!
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Bheem puffed up his chest, chubby fist tightening around his small wooden stick. He adjusted the small sling bag his Amma had given him that morning. He gazed around the tall trees, craning his neck as far back as he could to see if something looked familiar. His Nana was going to be mad Bheem had wandered away. Again.
But there had been a really pretty baby squirrel. He'd just wanted to see it closer. He didn't realize he had wandered from the group until he lost sight of the animal. And now he couldn't find them. Oh, they were going to be very angry.
Bheem bit his bottom lip, hard. He was eight years old! He could find his way back! He was one of the best trackers. Peddanna had said so to his Nana. Bheem had heard him, even though he was actually supposed to be asleep. Peddanna said he could even become the Protector one day. Protector! Him!
Bheem had had to curl into a ball to keep from shouting from joy! Everyone knew the Protector was the strongest and bravest and cleverest and coolest person in the tribe! Everyone. So, if Bheem was going to become a Protector, he was not going to be scared. Or cry. And when he made his way back to the village all by himself, Amma would make him a big plate of laddu all for him.
He tried to retrace his steps. He had come from the direction opposite of the sun, so if he walked toward the sun, then maybe he could find his friends. He walked forward, eyes darting between the trees to see if he could catch sight of anybody. He focused so hard on what was ahead, he forgot to also pay attention to his feet.
Accidentally stepping onto a slippery patch of mud, Bheem flailed as he fell roughly to the ground, hissing as rocks scratched his arms. He pushed himself up, falling back on his butt. He bit the inside of his cheek harder as he ran a hand over his red arm, whimpering when it made pain shoot up his arms. Moving slowly, he brushed away the tiny rock and leaves still stuck to his arms and knees.
He took in a few deep breaths, wiping away furiously at the tears in the corners of his eyes. He was not going to cry!
He reached to grab his stick, slowly rising to all fours, and then stood up. He checked that nothing had fallen out of his bag. He took a few more steps, this time, eyes firmly on the ground in front of him till he reached a more well worn dirt path. A road! If the ground was so clear that means other people must come this way often! If he just followed it, he was going to go home!
Pleased at himself, Bheem started to walk down the path.
But.
Wait.
Bheem froze midstep.
Which way was home? What if he was going further into the forest?
Nana always said it was dangerous to be alone in the forest at night, especially if you didn't know that forest.
Bheem definitely did not know this part of the forest.
Bheem bit his lip as he swiveled his head both directions, trying to find a clue for which way led home. As he stood there trying to decide which way to go, he heard a weak whimper.
Someone else was nearly!
Could they be lost too? Bheem perked up. If he could find the other person, then surely between the two of them they could find their way home. Amma always said two heads were better than one.
"Hello?" Bheem called out.
No reply.
Maybe they hadn't heard him.
"Hello?" Bheem shouted, cupping both hands to make himself sound louder.
A couple of birds that had been resting on a nearby tree took off, but there was no response. Bheem didn’t think he should call out again. What if he woke up a bear? Bheem had seen a bear the hunters had killed. A bear would probably step on Bheem and not realize it.
Bheem chewed on his lip. What if the other person was also hurt? Bheem was not very big, he didn't think he could help them much. But maybe they knew the way home! And he could go home and bring help!
Amma always told him that he should try to help people as much as he could though.
Decision made, Bheem squeezed his eyes shut and listened as hard as he could.
Bheem: (playing peek-a-boo with kids)
Sita from afar: Awww, I wanna squish his cheeks
Jenny to Sita: Get in line
Ram to Jenny: You get in line. I met him first, and I am still waiting for my turn
He got stuck on the forms themselves, the slowness of writing, how it betrayed the quickness of his thoughts.
This goes along with my fic, To Name the Stars, which you can read here :-)
Inspired by prompt 6 of #TigeRRR2023 - Bheem writing poetry for Ram 💖
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All I know is that he was of the water. And I wished to be the earth that held him.
To be the spot in the soil that opens to the water, embracing it.
If he was a river, let me be the rocks that carried him gently down his path. When his waters turned into a waterfall, I would desire to be the cliff's edge he tumbled over.
When he is not of the water, he is of the earth.
Dependable. Enduring. Safe. Protective.
His hands, large and warm. They hold mine so gently, even though there is a mighty strength within them.
A smile as bright as the sun that kisses his dark curls. Deep pools of umber brown, gazing at me with love. I am undone by his gaze.
His laughter is the sound of rushing water and of the chimes in the wind. His voice booms like thunder, but when he whispers my name, it's the gentle showers of spring.
He has the strength of twenty men, and yet he holds me. So tenderly that I feel he might break if I hold him too tightly.
Bheem.
Bheema.
Bhimudu
He is of the water.
I wish to be the earth that holds him.
The spot in the soil that opens to the water, embracing it.
A poem for Bheem and my submission for the event Tales of the TigeRRR
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“Marry me,” her mahogany hair danced in the wind as he held her close. “You are my home, Bheem. Marry me.”
“It will be a hard life,” Bheem said softly. “Filled with discomfort and danger and God knows what else. There might be days you will have to sleep hungry. I will try my best to keep you happy, but I know I will never be able to give you silks and jewels.”
“You consider me that shallow, then?” she countered. “I am hurt, my love. Did I ask you for silks and jewels? If I was after those, I would have accepted Jake’s proposal in a heartbeat. No, Bheem. I want you. Only you. I will sleep on an empty stomach by your side. But I won’t be hungry, because your love would always feed my soul. I will never be uncomfortable as long as I have the envelope of your affection to keep me warm. I will be brave and I will be strong. Do you doubt me?”
"Flame"
Drawing by me
Pencil, paper
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