#karthi

[desicinema]

PONNIYIN SELVAN: I (2022), dir. Mani Ratnam

[iamadelusionalwriter]

OPENING REQUESTS!

guys I am opening requests again (so I can start working on them and find some interesting ones) BUT only for non-Dhurandhar fics (I have too many requests pending for dhurandhar 🥀)

Characters/Industries I will write for :

Tamil (no vijay pls I dont watch his movies and don't remember which movie I watched last) - Suriya (Kanguva - modern day one, Retro, LCU, Karuppu, Singham, Sillunu Oru Kaadhal, Anjaan, etc) Vijay Sethupathi (Vikram - might be ooc cause who wants a guy with three wives, 96, Thalaivan Thalaivii) Karthi (I've only watched meiyazhagan 😭 I don't watch many movies, and mostly only malayalam movies) Dhanush (Maybe only Maari 🥲)

Malayalam - Literally any Mohanlal character, Vaazha (1 and 2) any character, not any of Mammootty characters cause I don't watch his movies, any Basil Joseph characters, Tovino Thomas characters (A.R.M, Lokah, Theevandi, Athiradi, Minnal Murali, Maari 2, Forensic) Naslen (Lokah, Premalu, Thaneer Mathan Dinangal) Dhyan Sreenivasan (Adi Kapyare Koota Mani) Nivin Pauly (Om Shanti Oshana, Sarvam Maya, Premam) and idk more?

Telugu - Prabhas (baahubali 🥀), Rana Daggubati (baahubali again 😭), Nani (Hi Nanna)

Kannada - Rishab Shetty (Kantara)

Hindi (no akshaye khanna cause I havent watch his movies) - It's hard to think of any specific characters, but you can send reqs for Ranveer Singh (almost all his movies except Lootera, Kill Dil, Simmba, Cirkus and Gunday), Varun Dhawan (yes I used to simp for him yes I love his old brainrot movies such as Dilwale, Main Tera Hero, Judwaa 2, and others like Kalank, Bhediya and Street Dancer 3D) SSR (RIP 🕊 chhichore) and idk what else

Thank you 🙏

[7ok74]

[vennilave]

Happy Birthday Mr. Karthi

Alex Pandian (2013)

[dreamsofnightmares2035]

so i'm cleaning out some of the wip-snips i've written that i don't see myself completing. y'all have four options: ignore this, write it yourself, make up fun hcs or bully me into writing it (no guarantees).

this is my modern vanditha au:

it's during one metro ride, between arumbakkam and vadapalani, that adithya's entire life changes.

a phone call. just one phone call, and he suddenly can't breathe. he feels his heart sink into his stomach, ribcage splintered and lungs bleeding. there's an enormous weight on his chest that he can hardly bear. he's lucky he managed to find a seat today, because he loses feeling in his legs; he would have fallen had he been standing. he wants to scream. it's right there, lodged in his throat, bitter on the back of his tongue, but there are still a few stops to go. he's on the metro and he can't make a scene. so he swallows it down, hand shaking as he lowers his phone from his ear.

his body moves on autopilot the entire way back. he doesn't know how he gets down at his stop. doesn't remember walking through the station or scanning his ticket to get out. doesn't remember crossing the street to get to his own, and certainly doesn't know how he made it to his apartment door. every fibre of his being shouts i can't! i can't do this! i can't do this! no, no, no, no—

a bell rings somewhere. he doesn't realize he pushed the button. he hears a muffled it's open! and he turns the handle. steps inside. lets the door fall shut behind him.

"hey!" devan comes out of his room, pulling an old t-shirt on, the case for his glasses in hand. "i was wondering—" he stops, seeing the look of pure devastation on his face. devan has seen that look only once before, to a much milder degree, and it was when adithya ran away from home. this looks much. much. worse. his heart starts hammering. "adi?"

"they're dead."

"...what?"

"they're dead." adithya's bag slips off his shoulder and falls to the ground with a thud. his voice wobbles when he repeats, "my parents…they're dead."

devan's glasses case hits the floor with a crack. dread fills him, every crevice of him, heart ripping apart at the anguish his best friend is going through right now. and there's nothing he can do to fix it. "adi…" there's the tiniest noise from the back of adithya's throat, not quite a sob but more of a gasp, like he can't breathe, and devan's instantly moving to him, throws his arms around him, holds him tight. adithya doesn't cry, but he shudders in his embrace like he's ill. face burning like a fever. devan squeezes his eyes shut, tries to ignore the sickening beat in his chest.

adithya says something that he doesn't quite catch, but he definitely feels the man go rigid. he draws away, looking at him in concern. his friend is starting to panic.

"the kids," he breathes, terrified. "the kids, they're—i don't know if—fuck, what if they—" and then he can't continue, just frantically searches for his phone with trembling hands and ragged inhales, jerky exhales. he's tipping over into a point of no return, and devan realizes he needs to get this situation under control right now. adithya, usually the more assertive and aggressive of the two, is—for lack of a better word—incapacitated, so he doesn't have a choice.

"adi. stop." adithya snaps to a halt at devan's voice. "give me your phone." when the man doesn't move, devan reaches over to take it from him, hushing his protests. "you're going to go to your room and pack a bag. we're leaving in half an hour."

speechless, adithya nods.

in the time it takes for his friend to gather up some clothes and essentials, devan calls the last number that appears on his phone. aditya's maternal grandfather. devan's only met the man a couple of times, but he's a good man. willing to answer devan's questions even though his own heart must be breaking, too.

adithya's parents got into a horrible road accident on their way back from a meeting in pudukkottai. they were rushed to a hospital near thanjavur but they were too badly injured to be saved. the kids—adithya's younger siblings—are alive. they didn't go with their parents to the meeting, but stayed with him instead.

thank the gods for that.

he tells adithya's grandfather that they're getting the next bus to thanjavur. that they'll be there as soon as they can. that he's truly sorry for their loss. when he hangs up, there's an emptiness in him. an emptiness that starts to fill as memories well up inside him, but he shoves them firmly down, into the depths of his unconscious. there's no time for all that.

he needs to get adithya to his family.

[ikoyravon]

there is a light at the end of the tunnel and it's name is meiyazhagan <3

[aranyaani]

Meiyazhagan movie is like if you took the whole vibe of sleeping on the terrace on your borya on a hot summer night with the cool summer breeze blowing on your face and turned it into a movie

never seen a movie this sweet. this innocent. just so full of good vibes. like your cheeks will hurt from smiling for 2 hours straight

100/10 recommend

[ririsasy]

I am crying because they don’t know what bromance actually means 😭 this is the wrong caption for suriya and karthi because they’re literally blood related brother. That’s why the normies can’t find us here on tumblr, they will be confuse as hell with all the terms.🤣

Okay let me show you what bromance actually is 😭