#aadi rambles

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You know that feeling when you really want something to work out and you feel that it really might but then something happens and you get a pit in your stomach. Just a feeling that it might not work out afterall but you've attached so much of your self worth on that thing working out now that you feel disgusted by yourself for not making that thing workout even though it might not entirely be your own fault? Yeah...

[kayetra-spade-queen]

I realized I haven't shared much of my Little Singham works. I've made fanarts, but I always post then on my Instagram and I don't post it here.

Well, now I'm gonna talk about the Little Singham In Multiverse movie, specifically the variant versions of LS (god, that's was an entire fever dream-). There are already some of them who had a backstory, but for those who doesn't, beware of the insanity I'm about to pull.

Raj Singham;

We got nothing to how he got into the position he has now. He was introduced like some guardian to this little town, fought this woman (I forgot her name) for light, and won.

For his backstory, I come up with some... Angsty shit.

So basically, back when he was younger, his town (not the town he protects now) was caught in some massacre, and he was the one and only survivor and escapee of that massacre. His parents, along with his newborn baby sister died in that massacre.

Baaghi Singham;

We also didn't know much about Baaghi aside that he's friends with this guy named Vikram, then their friendship broke off because of a misunderstanding because Vikram was brainwashed, then they reconciled after winning a fight and that's it.

I'll also give Baaghi of an angsty backstory, but not as bad as Raj's.

Baaghi's father was a soldier, and his mother is a nurse of the medic team. They died during a war, and he stayed with his grandmother until she eventually died as well due to old age, leaving Baaghi orphaned.

Ronin Singham;

Oh boy, this child is my absolute favorite. When I made the fanart piece of Ronin and Dragon one time, I literally spewed a lot of shit on the spot while posting.

This kid is most likely half-Japanese since one, he had Ronin as his name/title, and a ronin means a samurai without a master, and the place he's at right now might be Tokyo. We only know that he's some sort of ronin who roams around Tokyo to protect it from evil, then some Kaiju came about, and he have to fight them.

And for his backstory, oh boy how I've gone absolutely ham on it.

Basically, Ronin was born to be a core vessel of some sort of unknown energy. The woman who gave birth to him, his "mother", was one of the scientist in this project, and made him for the sole reason to become an experiment. Ronin was the only survivor and a success of the experiment, as the previous subjects died. His experiment name was A4N35, and it was the only identity Ronin had ever since he was born. Years later after Ronin escaped the lab, he destroyed the lab by exploding it, including his birth mother, but he's completely unaware that the scientists inside had died due to that explosion.

The energy that Ronin became subjected to become the core vessel to was taking a great toll on him; using the energy as a weapon as a means to fight became too painful for him to bear, so he never bothered to try and learn it. The energy is slowly replacing his blood, often he have the spikes and coughed out huge amounts of blood and became absolutely immobile as he would wait the pain out to pass before continuing what he was doing before, and it was like that for years to the point he treated it as normal.

He was given the name 'Suzuki Sora' after the other Singhams realized that Ronin never had an actual identity this whole time, with 'Sora' had the meaning of 'sky', while ''Suzuki' was the surname of his late birth mother.

Veer Singham;

His story was already a clear cut; a long lost prince of the kingdom who got kidnapped as a baby by his own uncle, fought his long lost father on a daily basis until they found out who he really is, and was officially crowned as the prince of the kingdom.

His mother seemed to have died at childbirth, that's why she was never been showcased throughout the entire flashback.

Aadi Singham;

A literal caveman where dinosaurs still roamed. His people of his village disappeared one day, and robots suddenly came out of nowhere and attacked him and his dino kid friend.

Dragon Singham;

What I like to depict him as the mature and elegant friend of this multiverse friend group. For some reason he's slightly shorter than the rest, and had a different face too. I'm sure he's either half-Chinese or fully Chinese.

He got his dragon powers after absorbing some power from a magical wood with a dragon carving on it, fought the evil that had been taking the people's food, and won.

For his backstory, I think he was left at his laoshi's doorstep when he was a few months old, and had been under the care of his laoshi ever since. He had no clue if he still had family or not.

The fact that his laoshi named him 'Dragon' is wild, even before he got those dragon powers. So I'll give Dragon an actual name this time; 'Wang Haoyu'.

Shakti Singham;

Idk what's the deal with this one, but he's definitely older than everyone else in the group with how big he really is, not to mention he had muscles too.

Basically Tarzan in a nutshell, protecting the giant animals that resides in the forest that he lives in.

For backstory, it'll be like Tarzan like I said, cuz how the hell did he ended up there?

I think he's gonna be close to Dragon to the point of bonding brotherhood, cuz look at the pic; they went on the same portal, and they give off brotherly vibes too when they left. So I think Dragon and Shakti are gonna hang out a lot.

Extra:

My fanart for Ronin and Dragon with some extra stuff

Base credit: DAHAN_illust (Twitter/X)

[abyssalpriest]

There's a sort of... I don't know. I was looking around my room because hermes is absolutely obvious, he hides stashes of things he likes like cats do, picking up random objects and running off with them... I went through his shit one day a few months ago and it was literally like that Spring Spring Spring cat stash video and yes I'm aware that's incomprehensible unless you know the video... But like. No there's... Trace signs of Lev all over the place

That signature there-and-not-there energy. That ghost in a photograph, dream while awake, absence of an energy is everywhere in places he's been like footprints. It's insanely comforting actually, but also... yeah. Comforting. I can feel black dropping from the ceiling - frozen in time so that he doesn't appear scary. Soot tags almost, the haunting of something that was going to happen a nd no longer can, something that happened and now is no more.

And he changes it, pulls back the morning curtains and the sun is visible... but I can't help but feel it's the ring around the black hole - obvious and real but illusory and not. A presentation.

I love living with Lev. Cleaning up my desk and there's just. two tiny bottles of soy sauce. and a tiny bell. hidden among all this mess. why

Also why does our desk smell like blood

[someguynamedstevewrites]

Unwanted House Guest: Valentine’s Run - Part 4

Should probably mention that this is based on characters created by  @tamarinfrog , @searching-for-bananaflies , @cafe-cardamari , @bottledupcomic , etc.

And based on the video games Splatoon, Splatoon 2, and Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion by Nintendo.

Arnick let go of the Octoling Girl’s hands, walked over to the bear statue shaped radio, picked it up, and began shaking it like a deadbeat that owed him money. “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!?” he shouted.

“What’s the problem?” asked Mr. Grizz.

“The problem, SIR…” Arnick said with disdain, “is that if I understand correctly, you expect me to teach three rookies, who barely speak any Inklish, and turn them into Salmon Running savants, using sink or swim tactics, in nothing more than a few hours! Yet that can’t possibly be right because you’d have to be COMPLETELY MAD TO THINK THAT’S POSSIBLE!!!”

“Oh it’s not that bad-“ the bear statue said before Arnick cut him off.

“YOU! WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE COLOR!?” Arnick barked while he pointed an accusatory finger at the young Octoling boy.

<Uhh…> the poor boy stuttered, <…what did he say?>

<I think he asked you what your favorite color is, but…> the oldest Octoling said before trailing off.

“OH MY COD!” Arnick wailed while once again screaming at the statue and shaking it like a Polar-Roid Picture, “SOME OF THEM DON’T EVEN SPEAK INKLISH AT ALL!! HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY EXPECT US TO COMMUNICATE IF WE ARE LITERALLY SPEAKING TWO DIFFERENT LANGUAGES!!!”

“Oh I’m sure you can figure something out,” the voice from the statue said, “I mean you’ve worked with Octolings before, right?”

“BECAUSE THEY SPOKE INKLISH YOU IRKSOME URSINE!!”

Arnick bellowed while once again shaking the statue like a Magic 8-Ball that said his chances of winning the lottery looked dim.

The youngest Octoling girl looked up to her big sister and asked, <Is… Is he okay?>

<I���m… not sure,> she said with hesitation, <he’s using Inklish words I’ve never heard before.>

“Whoa! Whoa! Easy there, kid! You don’t wanna break the radio and have it deducted from your pay now, do yah?” Reasoned the statue. Arnick stopped bear-handling the statue, but still wanted to give it a few more shakes for good measure. “That’s better. Now look,” Mr. Grizz explained, “I understand this isn’t the ideal situation or anything, I get that. Really, I do! But you’re a smart guy, and one tough employee to boot! If anyone can make this work, it’d be you!”

Flattery was not going to get Mr. Grizz anywhere with Arnick at this point.

“So just chin up. Be professional. And do your best! You got this, kid,” the statue encouraged, “now why don’t you go over there and meet your co-workers. Make a good first impression on them. Okay? Okay. Grizz, out!”

The radio shut off and there was an awkward silence that filled the air. Arnick set the wooden bear statue/radio down on the small table it was originally sitting on. He looked unnaturally calm and serene.

While showing no emotion on his face, Arnick reached into his pockets as though he was looking for something. Seconds later, he began looking around the boat after not finding what he wanted in his pockets. His eyes settled on a fold-able wooden chair that was sitting peacefully on the main deck. Arnick nodded to himself as if saying, “Ahh, yes. This should do it.”

Before describing what happens next, it is worth mentioning that Arnick does have some experience with the Octarian language. After living with Tetrox for a few years now, he naturally picked up on some words here and there that she would mutter under her breath, or slip out in normal conversation (which was rare because she spoke spectacular Inklish). Arnick had also done a little self study on how to speak Octarian off and on again over the years.

Now that Arnick was going to be working with three Octolings in a team, his knowledge of the Octarian language began to surface to the forefront of his mind.

…unfortunately, all of it was language that should never be spoken out loud in public.

<COD!

DAMN!!

FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUU~>

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<HOLY SEA COW!> Aadi said with a mix of awe and surprise.

*SMAAAAASSSSHHH*

Nalini’s tentacles were pointing straight up well before the foul-mouthed Inkling slammed the wooden chair against the deck railing. She dove to cover Lajni’s ears as if hearing the steady stream of Octarian obscenities and euphemisms would melt them off her head. Nalini hadn’t heard such a cascade of curses and swears that flowed like a river since her days in Octarian boot camp.

The Inkling was now jumping up and down on the wooden fragments of the former chair, kicking a piece every now and then like he was punting a Clam Blitz Ball. Nalini tried to focus on what he was saying over the sound of the crunching wood and could make out, <-AUDACITY OF THAT POMPOUS FISH MONGER WHO NEEDS TO HAVE A HARPOON SHOVED RIGHT UP HIS-> before tuning it out again. She looked over to her brother who seemed rather impressed with the Inkling for what Nalini feared was for all the wrong reasons.

The Inkling then picked up a chair leg that somehow was not yet smashed and then began hitting it against the railing. One thing was very clear to Nalini:

…this guy had some anger issues.

About two minutes later, the Inkling had finally stopped raging and was now trying desperately to catch his breath. Being that angry took a lot of energy, and it showed! Finally getting a breath in, the inking turned around and began to walk towards the three siblings.

Lajni and Aadi quickly dived behind Nalini’s back when the inkling approached them. He coughed, cleared his throat, and then tried to explain in broken Octarian, <Sorry… I was… upset…>

Nalini wasn’t entirely sure if she should answer him in Octarian or Inklish at first, but before she could decide, Aadi’s instinctively blurted out, <Upset? I’d hate to see him when he’s->

<AADI!> Nalini scolded him with a shushing gesture. She turned and addressed the Inkling. <Is everything okay?>

<Yes…> the lanky Inkling said. It looked like he wanted to say more but wasn’t sure how to say it properly. Nalini was surprised he was having this much trouble communicating after rambling off nearly every single Octarian expletive, curse, and swear word just seconds ago. <Hard… explain…> he continued before Nalini cut him off in Inklish.

“It be easier if I speak the Inklish?” Asked Nalini.

“Yes, thank you,” said the Inkling, “and my apologies for earlier. Just to be clear, I was not angry at any of you. I was angry at Mr. Grizz since I think it is highly unfair to all of us to be put in this difficult situation.”

Nalini blinked as she processed what the Inkling had just said. He was speaking very formally, but also using words she wasn’t familiar with here and there. She smiled back, looking to make a good impression (and relieved to know his anger wasn’t because of who they were or anything), “It is understandable, Mr. Sixwayfrumsunday”

“My name is Arnick,” said the Inkling.

“Eh?” Nalini squeaked while suddenly feeling very embarrassed, “Ah… I… I am sorry about-”

“No, no. It’s my fault, really,” Arnick interjected, “I shouldn’t have let my usual snark and sarcasm get the better of me,” said Arnick, “Given our respective language barriers and cultural differences, I can see how you could misunderstand what I was saying. I’m sure my diatribe of foul Octarian language didn’t help either.”

Nalini understood roughly half of what Arnick said. She was now beginning to have serious doubts about taking Lajni and Aadi with her today. She hadn’t considered the possibility that they would be paired with an Inkling since she had been on all Octoling teams on her last four runs. She thought that was the way things normally went, but apparently, on those first four runs, she just happened to get lucky. She began to wonder if there was a way out of this, and said, “Maybe… Running Salmon… Not such good idea today, Mr. Arnick.”

“Stilton,” Arnick corrected.

Nalini was once again surprised, “Eh?”

<My name is Arnick Stilton,> Arnick said in Octarian to make sure that he was clear, “You can address me as Arnick, if you wish.”

Nalini was feeling extremely embarrassed. She thought she was pretty good at Inklish, but after speaking with Arnick for just a few minutes, she felt woefully inadequate for handling this situation. She looked down at the ground and could feel a small tear form in her eye.

<HEY!> Aadi shouted at Arnick, <WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO MY SISTER!? YOU MADE HER CRY!>

<AADI! STOP!> Nalini ordered.

<But Nalini…> Aadi said with a figurative tail between his legs.

<He didn’t say anything mean! It’s just…> Nalini paused as he she admitted what she didn’t want to admit, <…I’m having more trouble understanding him than I thought I would.>

Lajni chimed in, <Even after all those classes?>

Nalini nodded, <I’m just… so embarrassed right now. That’s all. So don’t be mean to Arnick, okay? He wasn’t being mean.>

After the tantrum Arnick threw, Lajni was skeptical. <Really?> She asked innocently.

<Yes, really,> Nalini confirmed before turning to Arnick, “I am sorry. My brother… he get too… excited sometimes. Please be forgiving him.” Nalini then wrapped an arm around Aadi’s shoulder and said, “This… is my younger brother. His name is Aadi.”

Arnick extended a hand for a handshake, “Good to meet you, Aadi.”

Glancing at the boy with the Afro, Arnick could see the look in Aadi’s eyes. He was glaring at Arnick as though he wasn’t too sure about him. Given Arnick’s recent behavior and attitude, Arnick couldn’t really blame him for being suspicious.  Not to mention how he’d react if he knew about Arnick’s past of being very anti-Octarian.

“I am sorry. He no speak Inklish,” Nalini explained.

The weight of the situation began to sink in for Arnick. Given that Aadi couldn’t understand a single word Arnick said, there was no way to give him any reassurance that he was a decent fellow. Arnick then turned to the youngest of the three Octolings who looked like she had just turned fourteen and finally got her humanoid form. She seemed scared, but curious, and didn’t show any signs of distrust like Aadi did.

“This is my younger sister. Her name is Lajni,” Nalini introduced.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Lajni,” Arnick said while extending a hand.

This time, Arnick put on the most cheerful smile he could muster to try and put the young girl at ease. After some hesitation, Lajni stepped from behind her sister and shook Arnick’s hand. Arnick’s smile became even more genuine as he began to feel like he was making progress.

With introductions out of the way, now was the time to get down to business. With two teammates that couldn’t understand any Inklish, he needed to work out something and fast before their shift started. Arnick immediately marched over to the table and was about to take a seat before realizing his seat was the one he had pulverized into sawdust a few minutes earlier. Grabbing the other chairs and putting them around the table, he called out, “Nalini, could you bring Aadi and Lajni over here? We’re going to need to work something out and fast, or we’re all going to be fish food!”

To Be Continued...

[pratigyakrishnaki]

Hey! Can I get quill, raven and orchestra for the dark academia asks?

Hi Aadi!!! Thank you for asking! (Side ramble: I get really excited when people ask because I get to interact with you lovely lovely people and I LOVE IT!)

Quill: How would you describe your writing style? So I tend to write very... ramble-y almost? I like my writing to flow almost like poetry, almost with a sense of urgency or soothingly. I also SUCK at dialogue so I write a looooot of description to get away with less dialogue. So my writing ends up flowing a lot with long winded sentences!

Raven: What makes you feel most like a “dark academic”? Okay so the answer to this is so stupidly romantic/idealistic in its thinking, I cringe sometimes. I write a lot a lot (even if most isn’t published) and I feel like that connects me to the Greats, so I think that even though the medium of writing might be different (they wrote with pen/paper/quill/etc and I write with a laptop), I still am tapping into that greater author “power” that they would tap into, and that makes me feel like a dark academic! (if that makes any sense).

Orchestra: Describe the songs on your most played playlist. Mmmm, so it’s a lot of (what I call) sultry music? Like softer melodies in negative keys? I have NO idea how to describe it, but I’ll give you some suggestions: Paradise by BTS, Enna Sona from OK Jaanu, Hor Labna by Ezu, Bills by Zack Knight, and Raani by Mumzy Stranger!

Thank you for asking! Reblog them so I can ask you too!

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A/N: This may or may not be based on real events. I didn't know how to vent and then I wrote this. So I don't know if it makes any ounce of sense. Also I have linked all the songs so you can enjoy them as well. Enjoy!

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Y/N stared outside the window observing the occasional cars speeding past their own. She let out a sigh and took a drag out of her cigarette as the song playing on the stereo of the car changed. It was a beautiful playlist, she would give it that, if only a little unfamiliar. And sad.

 She should’ve called dibs on the aux cord as soon as she entered the car but she was too occupied with other, much more important things back then. 

That had led to this moment, here, sitting inside a car, pulled over on the side of this road that led to nowhere, surrounded by trees as she blew out clouds of smoke, listening to songs that made her feel things she decidedly did not want to feel. 

She turned her head around a little to look at him and found that he was already looking at her, a strange look on his face. 

She lifted her eyebrows- Kya dekh raha hai? What are you looking at? 

He shrugged in response- Tujhe nahi dikh raha? Figure it out for yourself.

She rolled her eyes.

He started humming along to the song. 

Jaane woh kaise log the jinke pyaar ko pyaar mila

Humne toh jab kaliyan maangi kaaton ka haar mila.

(I wonder at the people who find their love reciprocated

When I prayed for flowers, I was dealt a garland of thorns.)

She scoffed, he stopped singing and closed his eyes. She took another drag just to quell the little twinge of guilt that pricked her heart.

“This is peaceful, pehle kabhi kyu nahi kiya humne ye?” He turned towards her, questioning why they hadn’t done this before. His eyes were still closed, coward and stretched his fingers, asking for the cigarette. 

She wanted to scream.

She handed him the cigarette regardless. 

‘Pehle kab? When in the past should we have done this? When you were busy being an arse? Or when you were being a bitch? Or when you were out there making stupid decisions even after I warned you about them? Or was it when you were breaking my heart?’ she wanted to say. 

But she didn’t. She closed her eyes as well. They were stinging. 

‘Must be the smoke’, she thought. Smoke. Yeah, it has to be.

Hothon se chhu lo tum, mera geet amar kar do

Ban jao meet mere, mera preet amar kar do

(Let my song touch your lips and immortalise it

Please become my lover and immortalise my love)

They sat there silently, music washing over them accompanied by the chirping of birds overhead. It all made her feel drowsy. She did not want to sleep. Really.

“I am sorry.” He said suddenly, his tone held the intensity of a thousand suns.

‘Yeah that’ll do it’, she thought before opening her eyes. 

He was looking at her again, the same weird expression from before adorned his face, maybe mixed in with a little bit of pain and something. She didn't want to dissect it. It won’t do her any good.

“Don’t. Just-” she sighed.

He looked like he was about to cry.

She leaned over the console, closer to him and placed her hand on his arm in hopes of comforting him somehow. 

“Purani baat hai woh, it's in the past, I have forgiven you, isliye idhar tere saath car mai baithi hu. Wouldn't be in the car with you if I hadn't.” 

“I miss you. I miss us.”

She had nothing to say to this. Just rubbed her hand down his arm. She hoped he understood that she couldn't give him more even if she wanted to.

They sat there for god knows how long, just him looking at her from his place in the driver’s seat and her staring out of the windshield at nothing. 

Dhanak ghata kaliyan aur tare sab hain tera roop

Ghazalen hon ya geet hon mere sub mein tera roop

Yunhi chamakti rahe hamesha tere husn ki dhoop

(All these lush valleys, colourful flowers and the twinkling stars are comparable to your looks

Whether it be my poems or my songs, they are meant to pay ode to your beauty

May the sun of your beauty be everlasting.)

“We should get going now.” She broke the silence this time round.

The sun was about to set and it was getting slightly darker. 

He nodded, shook himself out of his stupor and turned the key in the ignition. His eyes always aimed at the street as he drove through them. 

It was her turn to look at him now. And look at him, she did. She stared at how the sun hit the curves and edges of his face, how effortlessly the wind swept his hair upwards in the front, how carelessly his glasses sat on the bridge of his face. 

She looked at the lines of his arm and how his muscles rippled under the skin as his hands moved over the steering wheel. How his watch, the one he inherited from his grandfather, the one which was according to her slightly too big for him but ‘it is exactly how it is supposed to be, Y/N’ according to a very annoyed him dangled from his wrist. 

She missed him too. She really did, whether she wants to accept it or not is an argument she’ll have with herself later.

He turned to look at her and oh. Hopefully she didn't have the same look on her face that he had had earlier in the day.

He lifted his eyebrows- Kya dekh rahi hai? What are you looking at?  

She shrugged in response- Tujhe nahi dikh raha? Figure it out for yourself.

He smiled. 

Abhi na jao chhod kar ke dil abhi bhara nahi

Abhi abhi to aayi ho, abhi abhi to

Abhi abhi to aayi ho, bahar banke chhayi ho

Hawa zara mehak to le, nazar zara behak to le

Yeh shaam dhal to le zara

Yeh shaam dhal to le zara

Yeh dil sambhal to le zara

(Please don’t leave just yet, my heart hasn’t had its fill.

You have just arrived, have just bloomed in like spring.

At least let the air gain your fragrance, at least let my eyes take you in.

At least let the evening set in

At least let my heart have its fill.)

“We are here.” he said and reached across the stereo to turn the music down.

“That was eerily poetic, wasn’t it.” He looked at her, a weird glint in his eyes.

She chuckled. It really was creepily perfect. 

“Wait for a couple more minutes? Dil abhi bhara nahi.” He asked, dramatically grabbing her hands. 

She couldn’t bring herself to deny him this, she had already been too rude to him. So she leaned back in the seat again and turned to look at him while he did the same, her hand closest to him still held in his hand. They just sat there looking at each other and for those couple of moments, everything apart from them and the present faded away. 

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, almost too reverently for her to bear. She closed her eyes and sighed. 

“I should leave now.” 

He let out a shaky sigh. 

“Yeah. Yeah.”

He moved to open his side of the door and she stopped him. She got out of the car on her own and came round to his side. 

“We should do this again sometime.” he said, tentatively, a little hopefully.

“Yeah, maybe. Our little sutta escapade.”

“You should bring chai in a little thermos next time. Then it can be a chai-sutta escapade.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

She stood there for a moment more. 

“Bye.” she said and turned around to walk home. Bye and not her usual see ya.

“Bye,” he hollered. “See ya” he whispered into the car as he reignited the engine. 

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This.

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All of you participating in the maggi discourse are wrong.

The perfect way of having maggi is to make saucy maggi and when it is hot, putting it into a Tupperware and closing the lid and letting the maggi coagulate in a cake like consistency and then having it 3-4 hours later with 7-8 other people who've not washed their hands in ages, by tearing shreds of maggi apart by hand like some hungry ass goblins who haven't seen food in years.

THAT is how you have maggi.

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Also the triggered bitches in the notes saying that it's different and this scene was anti climatic and unsatisfactory can literally go away coz this was the most satisfactory scene in any superhero movie ever. The fact that she owed them kree assholes nothing and she was the powerful one in the equation and knew it and didn't need to prove it to her manipulative abuser gave me nirvana level satisfaction. This is Carol's growth. That she has learnt she doesn't have to prove anything to anyone. She knows she can defeat him with her powers and she doesn't have to be capable in any way other. And she sure doesn't have to prove it. And it's such a strong real life message.

No one owes anything to manipulative people. If you know your power, you don't have to prove anything to anyone. And if people with pansy minds can't get it, then they may as well run away to someplace else coz I'll worship his badass woman right here till my last breath. k bye bitches

Double Standards:

India Jones:

Men:

Captain Marvel:

Men:

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I've got 99 problems and most of them would be solved if I were allowed to look up at the ceiling and screech at it for 5 minutes nonstop and then sleep for 2 days straight. But oh well we are "civilized" people living in a "society", so I gotta make do with a cup of chai to sooth my troubled mind.

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You guys there's a lot of posts about mandalorian on my feed and I havent seen one single episode of it yet but all these posts are making me tear up... what is happening??

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Fuck. I used to look super duper cute as a kid and then I had to end up looking like a goblin most of the time as an adult and this is really unfair.

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Heyyyyy, considering myself tagged!

Why'd you only call me when you're high- Arctic Monkeys

Ye go ye ye maina- Ajay

Cloud 9- Beach Bunny

Arsonists lullaby- Hozier

Tagging whoever wants to do this as well!

four songs i’ve had on repeat!

i was tagged by @raysofcrosby

deja vu – olivia rodrigo 

mr. perfectly fine- taylor swift 

boyfriend- selena gomez (i don’t actually want a bf but sometimes i think it would be nice you know?)

sitting, waiting, wishing- jack johnson (i forgot how good this song is until it played on shuffle the other day and omg it still slaps)

i’ll tag: @sidscrosbyy @krugstrash @joelsfarabee @j0shanderson

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Once in every couple months I find myself obsessively going through every single Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye video I can find and I just curl in on myself and let their voices flow over me like a blanket of warm comfort and.... fuck. Who needs therapy when you have them?

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Fuck. I've been feeling good about myself after so long. It feels so good to feel good about me and my body and... Fuck it's so relieving. I know it won't last long but it is kinda tiring to hate myself so much...

[will-die-without-chai]

Look at this guys. See what I found!! My first phone!!! It's so tiny!!!!!! I used to watch YouTube videos on it on 144p with my 1gb or less per month net pack lol. And I used to read wikipedia articles on it about anything and everything and during vacations I was allowed to download whatsapp and/or hike to chat with my cousins and the select few friends... I used to scroll through g+ on that itty bitty screen. It's looks so tiny and insignificant now but I was so proud of it back then!