#hindi(?) i believe? i might be wrong on hindi but

[nameless-network]

im still so hyped over oceanic timezones (/eastern timezones would be the more accurate term) being added to the qsmp dude. i dont have to play guessing games trying to figure out what time it is for the streamer/how long theyre going to be live for because acau is just 2 hours behind me. and its just so!!!!!! AAAAAA!!!!!!!! idk i think its just because its pretty disappointing waking up early to watch morning crew for example just to find out theyre ending at like 7am my time so im just so so so excited to have creators thatll be awake when im awake and end stream when im going to sleep

[boydykedevo]

Looking into the etymology of some Ethersea character’s names for fun and. I’m just gonna share my findings real quick cuz I think its cool lol (sources used are mostly wikipedia and behindthename. I could be wrong about some of this idk)

Oksana/Oxana is a Ukrainian name. It derives from either the Greek name Xenia, meaning “hospitality” or the word Xenos, meaning “stranger”. (Its also spelled “Aksana”!)

Griffin says “Boyar” is a German word for the child of a baron when he names Hermine, but its actually an Eastern European aristocratic term (apparently it WAS used by Baltic Germans too? But as far as I can tell not IN Germany) Hermine IS German though, its the feminine version of Herman, which means “army man”.

Tolliver is an anglicized variant of Taliaferro, which comes from Tagliaferro, an Italian surname meaning “iron cutter”. The spelling Taliaferro probably came from a transcription error. I was very surprised to find out its unrelated to Oliver lol

Declan is an Irish name. The Wikipedia article said it is “believed to mean” either “man of prayer” or “full of goodness” but there was no citation so idk.

Damian is used in a lot of countries with a lot of variations, but it’s ultimately from the Greek name Damianos, meaning “(I) conquer/tame/overcome”. Also the name of the Antichrist in The Omen, which I can’t help but feel might be related to why Travis picked it.

Cern is a German surname meaning “carrier” (some sort of connection to Declan being the Ballaster of Transit? Idk that might be a stretch)

Phineas is the anglicized form of Phinehas, a priest in the Hebrew Bible. The spelling Finneas might be influenced by Irish names containing the element “Finn”. Cawl was hard to find a good source on, but it’s the name of a Welsh soup, and it might be related to the Scottish surname Cowl or the Gaelic surname Cawley? Definitely seems Gaelic, in any case.

Aloysius is a Latinized form of Aloys, which is related to the name Louis. In the US, it’s mostly used by Roman Catholics. As far as I can tell Supreme isn’t actually used as a surname, but it comes from the Latin suprēmus.

Ravi is a Hindi name meaning “sun”. Montrell is Spanish or Italian (sources vary) and ultimately derives from the Latin word “monte”, meaning mountain.

Tessellation is a word meaning a tiling pattern with no gaps, which I think fits pretty well with the concept of brinarr

Guthrie is a surname that comes from the Gaelic word “gaothair”, meaning “windy place”.

Orlean comes from the French place name Orleans, which is related to the Roman family name Aurelius, meaning “golden, gilded.” The spelling Orlene is a French girl’s name meaning “golden” as well.

Aaaand I think thats all the ones I was gonna do thanks for bearing with me if you read this far o7

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

hi jalebi

i am so frustrated with these uber-sanskari khushi’s in all the ipk fanfic like why can’t she say ch*tiya and eat mutton biryani and still believe in god and have traditional values

begging you to write something to fix this void

love

an admirer

Hi Admirer 👋

Hmm there’s a thin line between characteristics, character background and then using a character to peddle irritating “sanskaari” teachings.

Khushi, in the show and fics, falls into all three.

I find this ask a little funny because I am a vegetarian and I rarely swear.

And Khushi being a vegetarian and not swearing (in the show for that’s what I can speak for) really comes from her character background (as my friend has attested, the version of Lucknow and Lucknowi family we see is a romanticized version a non Lucknowi would have about the city - a city of poetry and passion, fantasy and fineries, cuisine and character).

While those tropes aren’t baseless - Khushi’s character background is limited to those tropes as opposed to building on it.

Khushi’s vegetarianism probably stems from her religion - the same reason why Arnav’s family is vegetarian as well (I personally do find it irritating that they had this whole yelling when Lavanya got a cake with egg. Chee.)

Also, Khushi might actually appreciate the cooking that goes into a kebab. Unlike Nani she doesn’t seem to maintain social distancing from non veg foods. Such as when Khushi excitedly talks about kebabs that’s cooked in her neighbouring cities back home when she’s try to butter up the waiter to give her and Arnav a table for their “date”.

You might be wondering why I’m writing this in detail and, oddly, defending Khushi because I do not think her being vegetarian, or not choosing to use cuss words is an issue.

These are characteristics. Like her being religious is a fact about her. She is meant to be the opposite of Arnav in every way - literally. Arnav is implied to drop “fuck” at the drop of the hat. Hence Khushi doesn’t swear. He is non vegetarian. She is vegetarian. Arnav wears western outfits with an allergy to ethnic ones, Khushi wears ethnic outfit with an allergy to western ones. Arnav’s language of choice is English. Khushi’s language of choice is Hindi.

And she’s supposed to be modesty in all form - from language to sex (which ofc she’s had none while Arnav does know the tango) and Arnav is temptation in all form (being unattainable is #1).

Now, the reason for my detailed explanation of all this is I think the issue with the show and consequently a set of fic writers is that they don’t show Khushi’s hypocrisy and judgemental attitude - which stems from her traditional upbringing - as wrong.

I don’t have an issue with characteristics and character background. But it is difficult to love a character who is intrusive, behaves like she’s 14, is extremely hypocritical, judgemental, straight up liar and has an extremely high moral superiority complex.

Yes, Arnav has a superiority complex on wealth - which is dutifully called out MULTIPLE times. Which is why fics get him to say sorry, many times, sometimes amazingly, sometimes terribly.

But Khushi’s moral hypocrisy? Never called out.

And the issue with that is that it codes Khushi’s behavior and judgements as correct. And as traits that don’t need a development. She is not written nor treated as someone who needs to unlearn the crap she’s been taught and get off her high horse of traditional values.

However, Khushi eating meat or cussing leads to making changes in the fundamental character itself. And ofc everyone’s entitled to making them. But it means she rebelled against her family - with whom she feels a certain obligatory sense for they adopted her. Doesn’t that change her equation with the family? If she cussed once at home, she would’ve been slapped by Buaji.

Thus Khushi’s behavior would be taken as a form of teen rebellion and one needs to think what triggered it? Her prankster-ness gets her in enough trouble - but it’s also her being loved by Shashi and Payal.

Also Khushi’s 18/19 and extremely sheltered - she hasn’t even had a chance to explore world and get influenced by it.

She does get influenced by Arnav though - she picks up a lot of his English.

I reckon once she’s older she would actually pick up saying “fuck” over “Chutiya”

On a side note, I could legit write her cussing and eating meat and still being just as irritating because I’m changing habits, not working on her personality.

Also food and language have little association to religion. Of course the world doesn’t see it that way. But I don’t think anything is mutually exclusive when it comes to belief and values.

I totally do support the representation of meat eating cussing traditional devout people - lol my dearest aunt was one.

The question is, is Khushi the right character to represent that before she becomes - just a different character?

In an AU - khushi could totally be that. Heck I’ve written the most bizarre stuff lol 😂

:) lots of love,

- Jalebi

[gretheresa]

Hey could share some tips abt learning new Lang you seem to have good grasp by now and I m willing to start Korean so maybe some advice would really help I g.

Have a grt day :))

I would love to! My advice won't be too structured so please bear with me 😭💕

New Script

First things first your target language has a different script. Since you've written your ask in English I understand that you're familiar with the Roman script. Please understand this, when you're learning a language and it has a script you're not familiar with, drop everything and familiarise yourself with the script first. A lot of students tend to develop a tendency of relying upon the script they already know to be able to read the text of their target language(hereinafter mentioned as TL). I'm in my third year of studying Japanese. Japanese has 3 scripts. Students who didn't familiarise themselves with the Japanese scripts still rely on writing the pronunciations of words in English. The learning of the Korean script is not just limited to memorising the letters, but as far as I can remember, the positions of the letters also matter. Essentially, you need to know the script like the back of your hand. Since the Korean language has gained a lot of traction in the past few years, there are now a number of apps for you to practice writing the script and provides flashcards for you to retain the script.

Gather Study Material/Make a Study Plan

If you're planning on self studying, do extensive research, on YouTube, Tumblr, find other people who are learning the same TL as you are, ask them what resources they use. As far as a beginner is concerned, most platforms provide basic learning material for free. If you need to get a basic framework or a goal to work towards, look for the proficiency test of your language and if it is conducted in your country. For Korean it would be the TOPIK test if I'm not wrong. The lowest level is 1, highest 5. Jot down the syllabus or print it. And start researching on gathering the material to cover that syllabus. This way you won't feel like you're arbitrarily studying whatever you can get your hands on. It'll give you a goal to work towards. For TOPIK level 1, I believe you'll easily find free resources online.

Understanding Sentence Structure

Grammar structure that is whether your TL is a Subject+Object+Verb(eg. Japanese, Hindi, Korean) or a Subject+Verb+Object(eg. English, Chinese). If you already happen to know a language that has the same sentence structure as your TL, take that language as your base language to learn the TL.

Input vs Output

When you're learning a new language, there's two things happening. One is Input, the other is your Output. Input would include reading and listening and output would be writing and speaking. Please understand that it might be a while before you can fluently create output. When you're starting out, a great amount of input is needed to "create" output in your TL. And by create I mean being able to create sentences in your TL as opposed to creating a sentence in your native language and then translating it to your TL. Being able to intuitively, effortlessly create sentences, or think in a new language takes a LOT of input. Think of how long it takes babies to speak because they don't have a base language from which they can translate. They gather input for such a long time before they can string two words together. So don't feel disheartened when you sit down to write something in your TL but words just won't come to you. It's fine. Put your focus into gathering a lot of input.

Kind of Input to Look For

An important thing to consider when you're in your quest for gathering input, is to gather such input as would be useful to your level of understanding of the TL. Imagine if a lawyer started talking to a baby to increase the vocab capacity of the baby. it won't work. Find materials suited to your level. If you're a beginner read children's books, watch children's cartoons. The good thing about being an adult is that we can learn faster than a baby, so naturally we might progress on to intermediate level more easily than a kid but that doesn't mean we can skip the part where we have to read kid's books.

Overcoming the Intermediate Level Boredom/Lack of Motivation

The true problem arises when we're at a lower intermediate level. So now we know more than just the basics, but not enough to be able to understand our favourite shows or read the novels or comics we'd like to read. The solution is to remind yourself again, that lower intermediate level requires reading and listening to content of that very level. This is the one place I've seen so many students give up because language does get progressively harder from here. And most people who are relying purely on studying grammar and cramming vocab from a boring list tend to feel super burnt out. The solution is to read and especially read fiction. Fiction will naturally create interest in finding out what a particular word means. I've never managed to learn vocab from a list. It's tedious, boring and I always run the risk of ending up hating my TL. So read, and always read the stories suited to your level of understanding.

Same goes for listening. Immerse yourself in podcasts, youtube channels of your TL. Again at the level that suits you. Being able to understand something in your TL gives a confidence boost and motivates you to study more to be able to understand even more complex grammar, which is why I'm focusing so much on gathering input that is suited to your level of understanding of the TL.

This got a bit too long than I had planned😅 I hope this helps. I might add something later on. I'd love it if other langblrs would like to add to this.

Learning a new language is soooo exciting but you must MUST know that it requires a tremendous amount of patience. When you're starting out and feel frustrated that you're still not able to understand movies or books in your target language, remind yourself that you're the equivalent of a 6-7 year old student when you're studying the language and be kind to yourself as you would be to a kid. I hope I was able to help you out, sending all the love for your language learning journey💕

[hannahlikeso741]

Some Amit Thakkar Headcanons

Since Amit is getting some much appreciated love, I decided to share some headcanons about him. Please note I really tried to research as much as I could about India, looking up as much as I could and talking to some of my colleagues who come from varying parts of India, but if I do get some things wrong, please let me know!

He is Gujarati ( Solely based on the surname Thakkar, which is commonly found in the Gujarat state in India)

Amit Thakkar is not his full name ( If we are following the naming system of the Gujarati, it would be his given name, his father's name and his surname in that order. We are missing his father's name.)

He's an Aries ( Again, if we are following the Gurajati naming traditions, his given name, Amit would respond to his Rashi, the Indian Horoscope. Amit responds to the sign Mesha, which Aries is the equivalent)

His family is wealthy and highly educated, and were able to send him to Hogwarts due to their ties to the British Raj. (New telescope aside, a clue lies within the surname. Thakkar is also a common surname found among the Lohana 'Jati' people of Western India where Gujarat is, are famed for being traders. Some of the Lohanas who manage to get an education worked for the British Raj. It is a long history, but this is as best as I can sum it up.)

He is shaken from his first adventure, but secretly he wants more. (Again, we are going back to the Thakkar surname, where it is said they are from the Kshatriya caste which is tied to warrior aristocracy. I like to believe he still got some of that in him, otherwise he wouldn't willingly enter a goblin mine)

He loves astrology as it is closely tied to his Hindu religion. (Thakkar as a surname is closely tied to Hinduism, where astrology is found under the Jyotisha, one of the six auxiliary disciplines of Hinduism, mainly used for time keeping.)

He has family in Colonial India and Africa. (Again back to the Thakkar surname, there were many Thakkars who migrated to the British African colonies like Uganda for example)

He is a polygot. (Ok this might be a bit of a stretch, but I'm just basing it around his family being traders and highly educated. India has plenty of languages, so it wouldn't surprise me if Amit had to learn Hindi, Gujarati, and English to get by, yet he still has time to learn Gobbledegook.)

Well that is all I got for now. Please let me know if there are things to add!

[chevvy-yates]

"New in town? Me? Nah — been living here since I can think!"

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So here's a lil info on him:

As you may have noticed through tags, Jaysen is the twin brother of Vijay. V didn't know about him until in 2078 — Jaysen found out about his brother earlier but was never able to find him until 2078 as well bc V is hard to find.

Jaysen was given away because his and Vijay's parents weren't able to handle two children (you may already know they weren't good parents for V either since they only had work in mind devoting their lives to Corpos, so Vijay grew up with a nanny looking after him instead).

Jay was adopted by a caring pair living in Night City. His foster dad worked as an officer at the NCPD. Jay thought to be their blood until he got to a certain teenage age starting to ask questions where they couldn't hide the truth from him anymore, telling him he was adopted and he was born with the last name 'Steyr' in Monterey and not 'Grayford'. His foster parents knew that he has a twin brother but not his name. So it was all they were able to tell him. After that Jaysen got obsessed with wanting to find him and his real parents.

So, like Vijay, he got himself into exploring the net more and more, collecting data, trying to find out more about his family tree. Over the years he managed digging out data of his parents and finds out his brother's name is Vijay but V seems to have vanished (because V went to live with that gang and deleted his data during that time, giving himself an alias also when moving to Night City because he still did netrunning service for people wanting their data removed (like Ryder)). This is just first thoughts on all this. Details might change a bit and ofc there is more about his backtory, but it's just bits and nothing final so this info should do for now.

On the other side i can add that Vijay already gets foretold by Arki (and Misty), that he's not one only but one of two through tarot cards.

"Wait — why does it say it's two of you. You're an only child, right?" "Yeah, I am." "Like I'm doing this for the fifth time now and it says two. Two of you." "Must've read wrong then. Or those cards are cursed." "Oh, they are never wrong. I'll go to Misty. Can't shake that there is something to it."

Misty confirms that as well but the cards won't say more so it will be the usual investigation to look into but the team has other important stuff and problems right now to do and it happens that Jaysen is the one finding his brother before Vijay can even start to look. How this is going to be, I'll keep for another time. :D

But:

If you ask yourself now where the idea of a sudden brother for Vijay came? Simple: I looked up 'Vijay' again; it derives from 'Vijaya' (Hindi for victory). Vijaya, alongside Jaya, is a gatekeeper of the abode of Vishnu. Due to a curse both (demonic) brothers were forced to reincarnate three times on earth.

A long while ago I defined for Vijay that he believes in soulmates and other more spiritual stuff. E.g. when you die and get born again, that you will find your soulmate, even if it takes centuries. I don't want to say that V's soulmate is Jay here, no, because his soulmate is Arki (hence they fall for each other so rapidly). Arki, too can't shake the feeling that Vijay must have been some ancient divine centuries ago (I did not start this, haha), they both do not just get to know each together, it's more they discover each other again.

Maybe it is similar with Vijay and Jaysen but I see them more like they are one mind in some cases. They have different likes, tastes and character bc they didn't grew up together but also are very much alike.

And what can I say other than this Vijaya and Jaya stuff was not too far away and I thought why not?

This is basically the idea behind giving Vijay a twin brother now just because of looking up name origins, tarot and ancient (soul) stuff, yo. That is how my inspiration works, yeah. And @nervouswizardcycle is always super inspiring and helping if I have doubts.

[dreamsofnightmares2035]

kapil sharma RRR game

(listen, i'm not fully fluent in hindi, and kapil breaks out the punjabi unexpectedly, so i might be wrong with some parts of the translation)

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[0.:05]

kapil: sir, i'm going to play a game with you. alia, everyone will have headphones over their ears. from that, music will play. i will say a line, and you have to lip read that, then you have to tell ram sir, ram has to tell ntr sir, ntr has to tell rajamouli sir.

so are you guys ready?

please bring the headphones.

[0:35]

kapil: alia, first you come here please. (whispers) together we can beat the south-indians.

this whole game is on you, alia, based on how you explain to the others and how you guess. music will play, and don't play it too loud (to the crew), the girl is like a flower, her ears (are delicate).

please come up here, sirs.

alia: everyone come here.

[1:05]

kapil: "zindagi jhandhwa, phir bhi ghamandwa" (first phrase, which means that your life is shit but you're still arrogant/you think you're something special)

(repeats the phrase)

alia: how can i speak? (because the music is so loud)

kapil: just speak, just speak

[1:24]

alia to charan: "zindagi"

charan: "zindagi"

alia: "jhandwa" (starts laughing)

charan: "jalwa?" (jalwa means like fire/charismatic/splendid/awesome from what i understand)

alia: "zindagi jhandhwa, phir bhi ghamandwa"

[1:36]

charan to tarak: "zindagi"

tarak: yeah, "zindagi jalwa", i got that, (tell me) what's after that

charan: "phir bhi bewda" (bewda means clumsy/drunkard i believe)

tarak: "zindagi jalwa phir bhi bewda"?? (i guess means like 'life is great but i'm still an alcoholic? i don't think it makes any sense either)

charan: yeah

(laughter)

[1:50]

tarak to ssr: "zindagi"

ssr: *confused*

tarak: (something in telugu, probably along the lines of 'say it back to me')

ssr: "zindagi"

tarak: "jalwa". jalwa! like halwa! (halwa is a sweet food)

ssr: "jalwa! zindagi jalwa"

tarak: "phir bhi"

ssr: "mein bhi" (different preposition, alters meaning slightly)

tarak: "phir bhi"! ph! ph! (uses telugu word i think)

(finally communicates it)

ssr: "zindagi jalwa phir bhi bewda"?

(first round over, general laughter and outrage at the nonsense)

[2:34]

alia: i don't think i said anything wrong?

kapil: you (alia) were right, what did you say?

alia: "zindagi jhandwa phir bhi ghamandwa"

kapil: and what did ram sir say?

charan: "zindagi jalwa phir bhi bewda"

(laughter)

tarak: but what was the original thing, sir?

alia: "zindagi jhandwa phir bhi ghamandwa"

[3:03]

kapil: okay, the second line--

alia: please play the music now!

tarak: (says something in telugu, 'baaga' means good, so he might have been referring to the game or the music, not sure)

kapil: okay. "machhli jal ki rani hai, meri nani shaani hai" (second phrase, which means that 'the fish is the queen of the ocean/water, and my maternal grandmother is shaani'; that is either a name or an adjective i haven't heard before; the first half is part of a nursery rhyme, i think)

alia: "badi?" (badi means big)

[3:18]

alia to charan: "machhli jal ki rani hai"

charan: easy, take it easy.

alia: "machhli jal ki rani hai, badi nachari hai" (i believe badi nachari hai means 'is very poor', i could be wrong)

[3:36]

charan to tarak: "machhli jal ki rani hai"

tarak: "bijli"? (means electricity)

charan: "jal" (makes wave motions witb his hand to show it's water) "ki rani hai"

alia: "no, you can't do that (make gestures)

charan: okay, "jal ki rani hai"

tarak: "bijli jal ki rani hai"? (electricity is the queen of the ocean/water)

charan: "macchli!"

tarak: "machhli jal ki rani hai"

charan: "phir bhi"...? (turns to ask alia what the rest was) ...second part?

alia: "badi nachari hai"

charan: "phir bhi badi nachari hai!"

tarak: (confused) "machhli jal ki rani hai, phir bhi"

charan: "phir bhi"... (also confused)

tarak: "phir bhi"?

charan: ey, just say whatever, bro!

(laughter)

charan: "phir bhi maharani hai" (means, and yet she is a great queen/empress)

[4:13]

tarak to ssr: "machhli" (fish)

ssr: "bajrangi!" (lord hanuman)

tarak: "machhli!"

ssr: "bachti"?

tarak: fish, fish! "machhli!"

ssr: ah, "machhli!"

tarak: "machhli jal ki rani hai"

ssr: "machhli jal ki rani hai!"

tarak: yeah. (turns to charan) "phir bhi maharani hai?"

charan: just say whatever

tarak to ssr: okay, "phir bhi maharani hai"

ssr: (understanding) "phir bhi maharani hai". okay, "machhli jal ki rani hai, phir bhi maharani hai" (meaning, the fish is the queen of the ocean, and yet she is the empress)

[4:49]

alia: what was the original?

kapil: okay, so the actual line was this, "machhli jal ki rani hai, meri nani shaani hai", but still everyone got 50% correct

[5:00]

alia: one more? one more, i like this game

kapil: "bhains poonch uthayegi, toh sober hi rahegi" (this is a modification of the original phrase, and i guess it means 'if the buffalo lifts its tail, it'll remain sober? i'm not aware of any other meaning of sober, so this sounds like nonsense)

alia: what? (kapil repeats the phrase and she's still confused, he acts it out) "bhains, poonch, hila rahi hai" (means the buffalo is shaking the tail, i think, but i also have heard 'hilana' as slang for masturbating)

(kapil explains once again, and she doesn't get the second half, so he changes it to the original film phrase: "bhains poonch uthayegi, toh gober hi karegi" which means when the buffalo lifts its tail, it's going to shit cow dung, i suppose that means there's no point being surprised about something, what did you expect)

kapil: (say) whatever you want.

alia: (still confused, thinks he's saying the line) "jo kamaaye"? (something about earning)

(goes through it one more time)

alia: "bhains poonch uthaye, toh bade kamaaye?" (means if the buffalo lifts his tail, you'll earn a lot of money)

kapil: sure

charan: kapil sir, the song ended just now

[5:53]

alia to charan: "bhains poonch uthaye"

charan: "main poonch"...? (about to say 'when i lift my tail')

alia: "bhains!" (buffalo, not you)

charan: oh, "bhains!"

alia: "bhains poonch uthaye, toh bade kamaaye"

charan: "bhains ka poonch bade kamaal ki hai" (means the buffalo's tail is really awesome)

[6:14]

charan to tarak: "bhains ka poonch bade kamaal ki hai"

tarak: (confused)

(alia stops him, asks kapil to tell her the phrase again)

kapil: the buffalo has put its tail back down

alia: ???

kapil: (repeats the line) "bhains poonch uthayegi, toh gober hi karegi"

alia: OH! (turns to charan) "bhains poonch uthaye, toh rupay laaye" (means when the buffalo lifts its tail, it will bring rupees)

[6:35]

charan to tarak: "bhains ka poonch uthayega, toh paisa aaya" (essentially the same meaning, when the buffalo lifts its tail, then money came)

tarak: (tries to understand, so confused; the others tell him to pass it on) what am i supposed to say?

kapil: explain, explain to him (ssr) now

charan: say it

[6:58]

tarak to ssr: "bhains"

ssr: "bhains"

tarak: "poonch uthaye"

ssr: "poonch utha!"

both tarak and charan: "toh paise aaye"

ssr: "toh paisa aaya"??

[7:14]

kapil: okay, now remove your headphones!

ssr: what is that?

tarak and charan: was that correct?

kapil: so what i said to alia was, "bhains poonch uthayegi, toh sober hi rahegi", at first. she didn't understand. so then i said the exact line "bhains poonch uthayegi, toh gober hi karegi". she (alia) said, when the buffalo lifts its tail, then money (rupees) comes. when the buffalo lifts the tail, does an ATM open there or something?

(alia is embarrassed)

kapil: but it was a wonderful game! you all played very well! please come sit.

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[myfanfictiongarden]

Why Qimir is wrong- an essay

First of all I’ll like to say that the following observations are based on the six episodes we’ve seen so far of The Acolyte and I have no idea what will happen in the next two.

Also, Qimir is as hot as Mustafar.

There has been a lot of concern until now (especially if you judge it by the headlines of most YouTube videos) that this show might be all anti-Jedi centred and might praise to much the villains. Like so many speculations, theories and concerns right now floating through the internet I thought them unneeded and haven’t been proven wrong as yet. Most good stories rely on the fact that it is more interesting if you can understand from where both sides are coming from and, if we are going to stick to Star Wars, the prequels were basically nothing more then an attempt to showcase where Darth Vader was coming from. Everybody praised Avengers: Infinity War for having Thanos be a complex character, so why shouldn’t The Acolyte have witches and Sith we are curious to know more about? Does that automatically make the show be anti-Jedi and Light Side? No, no it doesn’t. 

But while I think the show has as yet a rather balanced outlook at characters believes and positions, and understands what is right and what is wrong, I do wonder at those from the audience who might think the show says “Qimir is right”

Well, I say “Qimir is wrong” And here’s why:

The most prevailing argument that he is making of why the Jedi are wrong, and that he (as a Dark Side user) has a right to exist is: Freedom. Everybody should have the freedom to do as he or she pleases, no limitations, follow your emotions because they are always right, power is a mighty weapon, no law should limit myself from expressing my individuality etc. But things aren’t that black and white as he paints them to be, aren’t they? Because “freedom” means responsibility, you CANNOT just do as you pleases, your emotions can blind you, the rules of society keep us united. It isn’t just about using the Force freely. It isn’t just the Jedi who are worried about Dark Side users, it’s the Republic. 

The reason only Jedi are trained to use their powers is to prevent another Galaxy wide conflict like there was 1000 yers ago. Not every child sensitive in the Force is excepted into the Order nor does every family agree to send their child away, and that is okay because if not used the powers do not limit the person in his path later in life, except prevent psychotic mass murderers from wrecking havoc. (Insert tumblr joke).

It is always brought up how Jedi are against attachment and romantic relationships- well I haven’t seen a Sith romance last very long, did you? Does their way of thinking really support a quiet family life? Did Anakin say yes to Padme when she asked him to leave everything behind and be there for her and their child? I see always this argument of “Jedi can’t love” as a fact and exclusively bad thing, when the concept of monastic life is anything but coldhearted and anti-love. All the Jedi we’ve met here so far have been nothing but kind- even Yord. Why couldn’t friendships be based on really deep connections? Why should the personal gratification of oneself be the way to limit oneself in life? Qimir said there is no romantic love, no family life possible as a Jedi- yes but only because (from a Catholic point of view) we know family love and the love between two people is the most noble and worthy thing to strive for, so when you exclude yourself from that equation it isn’t because you don’t value them but because you value them so much that you are making a sacrifice to forgo this path and give yourself up to spiritual servitude to (insert your faith) and society as a whole. This concept may look odd to people from a secular worldview, but to millions of believers (Christian, Hindi, Buddhist or Shinto) it is a very valid concept. 

Where does love have its place in Qimir’s worldview? Survival of the fittest? He tells Osha her feelings for Jecki would have always stayed on sided- so it was ok to kill her? Because my feelings alone are valid, everyone else is wrong? Isn’t that the lonely path?

"When you loose everything you're finally free"- Qimir, ep6 Teach/Corrupt

[stabknives]

you 🫵 tell me about vykrum

Thank you for asking about my little freak. I love you forever.

Enormous slew of trigger warnings here: #misgendering // #noncon // #necro // #cannibalism // #abortion // #fauxcest // #abuse // #age gaps // ??

Also I. Rambled endlessly so if you don't read all this, not gonna blame you king. Just skip to whatever you're curious about with Control+F.

Some songs for Vykrum: Thermodynamic Lawyer by Will Wood, Sorrow by IAMX, Olly Olly Oxen Free by Amanda Palmer, Boring by the Pierces.

Some songs for Vyktash: Flowers of Flesh and Blood by Nicole Dollanganger, Choke by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME, This Is Love by Air Traffic Control, Rabid by Nicole Dollanganger.

Some songs for Vykstarion: Cement by Nicole Dollanganger, Blood by the Pierces, Red Hands and White Knuckles by The Bravery, Say Hello Melancholia IAMX.

Might post the full playlists eventually!

[Quick info]

Name: Vykrum Malvaris.

Age: 150? 200? 300?

Gender: AFAB, Nonbinary.

Pronouns: He/They.

Orientation: Aro/Ace.

Race: Drow.

Class: Cleric, Death Domain.

So.

Where to start. I've had two versions of Vykrum, a tiefling and a drow, but I mostly just made them a tiefling originally because I liked the thought of them strangling people with their tail lmao. It makes far more sense for them to be a drow, and that's the version I have the actual backstory for.

Vykrum was born to nobility in the underdark. Firstborn female, very important. He technically had three younger male siblings, which became two when the third son was (obviously) killed. Vykrum was… affected by this pretty weirdly. Vykrum has always found family to be very important, but not because he has, like. An endless amount of love in his heart or anything. He's kind of arrogant to the point of absurdity. (He was a Yathrin cleric of Lolth. So. Clearly something is wrong with him.)

They would've taken over their house if they hadn't decided to do something hilarious by calling themselves a man. (They're nonbinary, technically, but Vykrum- or at the time, Vykri- gets their jollies from angering people expeditiously.)

Vykrum as a name doesn't mean anything to my knowledge. It's just a collection of letters I typed out at random. Same with Vykri. However, ‘Vikram’ is apparently a hindi name that means ‘wise’ and ‘brave’. Not pronounced the same. No reason I'm bringing this up, just thought it was neat.

The reason why they have gender weirdness is complicated. Obviously gender always is, but specifically with Vykrum it's more than. Normal. For instance, I'm just a man because… I'm a man… but Vykrum isn't real so there's symbolism here. Come along with me. Take my hand and let's explore.

Vykrum has never connected well with people. They were put on a pedestal from a very young age, gassed up like crazy for being great at murder and feeling nothing while they did it and being a manipulative little shite head ect ect… and they believed it, of course. No one else is good enough. No one else is special. Living creatures are all the same. (They're better off dead, dead, dead. Tedious, every day is so tedious.)

Vykrum was seemingly. Born tired. Tired and bored. Eventually they left the underdark, because you can't be a Lolth priestess and call yourself a man. No matter how momentarily riveting it is to see everyone lose their minds about it, they will eventually kill you for that.

So Vykrum fucks off upstairs. Being bhaalspawn isn't as easy on the surface. The Dark Urge needs new and exciting ways to be sated, but personal challenges can be a refreshing change of pace. And for awhile, working to suppress the Urge was stimulating enough. But like all ‘new’ things to Vykrum, it too eventually got boring. Death was something Vykrum had a fondness for, after all. Can't stay away from what you love for long.

Vykrum meets Gortash when he's still shitty little Enver Flymm, worlds worst little boy. I go back and forth on when exactly that would be, whether it was before Gortash got sold to the House of Hope or after. Don't have time to get into each possibility in depth because this is already pretty lengthy and we've barely even started, but I figure if they met while Enver was still with his folks Vykrum either caught him trying to steal something dangerous out of Vykrum’s bag or sticking his nose somewhere he ought not at the local apothecary… poisons maybe. The House of Hope meeting is literally just Vykrum ending up there after some bullshit, seeing a kid and going goddamn ahahaha (points at him and laughs).

Point is, Vykrum knew Enver when he was a kid. Found him… endearing… I guess is the only word for it. If he knew him while he was with his parents, Vykrum probably told him to kill them multiple times. If he was so fucking unhappy. Just kill them. Idiot. (That advice is harder to give in the House of Hope but they probably still say it. Go on. Moron. Kill the devil. From the bible.)

Need to stress that Vykrum isn't nice. Vykrum is actually very not nice. Although they take a shine to this random little snot, they don't exactly coddle him. Probably beats the shit out of him on more than one occasion for being annoying, not listening, pestering Vykrum… but Vykrum still shows up to make sure Gortash is still alive. Brings him food, and changes of clothes. Shows him how to hold a dagger, and where to aim it if he means to kill someone, or how to avoid that if he wants to make the whole ordeal last longer.

They're close. In their own way, I guess. Vykrum cares about him. At least as much as he's ever cared about anyone. He's like that third Malvaris son, the brother Vykrum never got to know. Maybe Vykrum CAN have a family. Or have someone. Even if The Boy is a horrible little cretin, by any real metric.

Vykrum has only had the dead as friends in the past. Lovers too. Do with that what you will. (He knows Talk With Dead, so. Who knows. Maybe it was a consensual use of their corpses? Lmao?) The dead don't really go anywhere. They have no reason to try to trick you. They don't have some silly facade firmly in place, a mask Vykrum has to stare at blandly and pretend he can't see past it for the sake of propriety. Most people are a lot more honest, in death.

Not that such sentiments apply to his relationship with Flymm. God no. Lmao. The Boy Is A Menace, but they're alike, in some ways. Several. Perhaps in all the most important ways.

Sometimes I think Vykrum was around to see Gortash escape from his indentured servitude but realistically probably not. Vykrum is too flighty. Can't stick around some random human kid all the time. So he goes off on his own, for what he thinks is a short amount of time— (Like. Ten years.) I'm sure Gortash loved that. (I guess you could say he was attached to Vykrum, despite the abuse. Love isn't the right word, but still. Getting abandoned. Again. By the guy that's supposed to really understand him. Hilarious. Ironic.)

By the time they meet again, Gortash is pretty much grown. Vykrum ends up in his employ, and that goes about as well as one would expect. Gortash is Important Now. Acknowledge him as important right this fucking second (not his words obviously. He's more subtle. But I'M the one that has to summarize all this.) or he is going to make sure Vykrum regrets his time away.

Vykrum… can't really do that. He can obey, yes. He can nod when instructed to nod, or smile if told to smile. He's very good at playing the part of obedient pet, because he can't usually be assed to put effort into resisting things, but he doesn't think anyone is important. Life is a transient state before death, which is permanent and much more important than breathing flesh. That doesn't mean Enver isn't important *to* Vykrum, but asking him to express that normally is like asking the stars not to shine. Like okay do you want me to eat your finger or something… do you want me to strangle you and fuck the body. What do you want.

And it's not as if Gortash loves Vykrum either. He wants Vykrum to love him, and obey him, and find him attractive. But Gortash doesn't want to like. Return the sentiment. He just thinks he's owed that, along with everything else under the fucking sun. Especially from Vykrum, who put him through so much, but was simultaneously the only person there for him as a kid. Two asexuals having depraved sex and neither is enjoying it ect ect… it's all psychosexual.

When Gortash is trying to needle Vykrum into sleeping with him, Vykrum probably says no at first. He's never slept with a living person and really doesn't want to. Which is obviously why Gortash wants to fuck. Because he knows Vykrum doesn't want to. Sigh. I don't know what's wrong with him either, anyway— obviously Gortash doesn't take no for an answer. Vykrum is supposed to be his tool. Tools are for using.

So obviously he just does it while Vykrum is sleeping one night. Makes sure to leave evidence behind. I'm guessing he'd have to drug Vykrum beforehand so he doesn't wake up, unless Vykrum wakes up in the middle of the act which seems. Dangerous. He's still the Dark Urge, whether he's like. A tired old man or not.

They go bananas. Not because of any normal reason like violated consent or whatever, (although deep down part of Vykrum will always be offended and repulsed that Gortash, the boy they thought of as Their Boy, took liberties with them.) but because they do not want a baby. Birth is about as opposite to death as you can get. (And Gortash is not making things better. Mocking Vykrum. Saying SHE might make a better MOTHER this time around. Didn't do very well the first time, but second chances and all that.)

Vykrum self mutilates. Probably right there in front of Gortash's salad and everything. They heal themselves after, but basically say Don't Do That Again. If you want to fuck me so bad do it while I'm awake. (Begrudging) (Resentful) (Fuckign. Thinking of this as a new unpleasant responsibility in need of fulfilling.)

Gortash agrees obviously. Not because he loves sex but because this seems like as good a way as any to show Vykrum that they're just an object he owns. Kill who I tell you to kill and bend over when I tell you to bend over. And of course he has to make it weird the whole time. Maybe this wouldn't be happening if you hadn't left, or if you did a better job raising me, or blah blah blah blah blah… mans a professional yapper.

The psychological and physical torment he puts Vykrum through is insane. Drugs in the food. Sure, why not. Dead family members. Not sure how he reached the underdark, but probably! Gaslighting is off the charts. The ride never ends. #Does Vykrum have to ask to go to the bathroom too milord, or can they piss when nature calls.

Vykrum gets got by Orin eventually. Probably knew it was coming, and didn't do anything to stop it. Wakes up post lobotomy a little different, although not by much. Still detached, and vaguely condescending, but without as much baggage they don't understand why they can't connect with people.

There is a sizable distance between him and the other companions at all times. They follow him because he's got many braincells worth rubbing together and is by far the oldest and most experienced of them. (He might be younger than Astarion but I'm not sure yet. I don't actually think so?)

Speaking of Astarion. That's the one he initially connects with. Even if he's not sure… why… can't put his finger on it. Something about the way he talks. Or acts. Is very familiar. Vykrum doesn't actually like it much at first. But the flagrant attempts at manipulation + pet names do feel like home.

When Astarion first asks to sleep with him Vykrum is like ehhhhh… well… uh… I guess. You're dead aren't you? And Astarion is like what. And Vykrum is like it doesn't matter. Fine. Sure. If it'll make you feel better. (Not the response Astarion is used to getting that's for damn sure. Lmao.)

Vykrum's sort of. Placid acceptance of all of Astarion's worst traits and behaviors is. I don't wanna say good for Astarion because it's definitely making him worse. But it's also making him feel BETTER. So there.

Astarion confesses his love for Vykrum immediately and gets treated like a simpleton. Tbh. No getting around that. Vykrum is like I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, genuinely. But if you want I'll pretend you never said that to me because I really do think I care about you. For right now. At least.

Astarion: Clearly ascending will solve this particular problem, along with all my other problems. No the cycle of abuse is NOT a wheel in constant motion, ever turning.

Only other person in the group that bothers with Vykrum is Karlach. Because she's Karlach. She's just kinda uber social. And Vykrum finds her zest for life somewhat fascinating. It's the opposite of him on ever level. He can't not be intrigued. World's weirdest besties. And he's got fuck all memory of his involvement in her fate, so…

Genuinely cannot imagine how the reunion with Gortash goes. Vykrum comes back, no memory (kind of happier that way), new guy (that he doesn't love romantically), best friends with Karlach (treating her like a shiny rock). What the fuck happened to you. Who the hell do you think you are. Maybe Gortash tries a new approach. Says some out of pocket shit like oh we were engaged……….. how could you do this to meh………………… just to fucking piss Karlach and Astarion off. Isolate Vykrum again. Vykrum who is desperately trying to grow even a little bit as a person. No matter what, his approach is way too fucking jolly. That's for damn sure.

There's more. A lot more. But I've been writing this for too long, soooo-! Thank you for this ask! I really needed the excuse. I was dying.

[hetyra]

ok time to ramble after 3.5 Archon quest (spoilers if you haven’t done it)

So I was technically right about the immortality being the curse, but wrong about the corruption being what turned the people into hilichurls. And it’s obvious now that the abyss mages/lectors/heralds came about from people tapping directly into that power, so that’s not the corruption either.

Which makes me think that maybe the Khaenri’ahns, through the gods showing up or maybe khemia, were saved from the forbidden knowledge corruption. The game told us outright that they had been afflicted by it, but we’re seeing no signs that they still are.

-

So Chlothar and Kaeya. 

Here’s the thing, I don’t think Kaeya is his direct descendant. Kaeya’s father could have been a relative of Chlothar‘s, or descended from said relative, and that would still qualify Kaeya as Chlothar’s descendant. 

And I still stand by the idea that the current Alberich clan likely isn’t in cahoots with the Abyss Order. That letter from HS, the voice line from Weinlesefest -- they don’t give the impression that Kaeya’s father is on the side of the Abyss Order. On top of that, if there was a disagreement between Chlothar and the other Alberich’s, it would further explain why the Alberich’s don’t keep written records and work in secret.

Another thing: the HS letter said the Alberich’s took control when Irmin was too weak. Obviously the founding of the Abyss Order happened after Khaenri’ah was already gone, so the Alberich’s likely were regents because the twin was passed the crown but they were seen as underage (hence them being called prince/princess of Khaenri’ah, not king/queen). 

The Alberich clan was also probably fairly sized, which is why Chlothar said “you could hardly be expected to know all of us”. Chlothar could have been only one branch of the family, again supporting the idea that Kaeya isn’t necessarily a direct descendant of his.

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Moving on to Kaeya specifically.

We all know this man talks in half truths to conceal his lies, so trying to guess which is which is half the fun with him.

I think he’s being truthful when he said he doesn’t know much about Khaenri’ah itself. It was long gone by the time he was born, and he just confirmed for us he was still very young when he was left in Mond.

I think his story about going to Sumeru to look for Khaenri’ah was true, but whether it was really to learn of his heritage? It’s possible, but I think he could of also just been a kid who wanted his father and to go home. After all, Kaeya said it wasn’t long after Crepus took him in that this happened.

I also think Kaeya genuinely didn’t know about the Abyss Order founder being an Alberich. His “huh?”, following silence, and pose all clearly say that he’s thinking and processing that info. Plus he says not once, but twice, that said info just confirmed some suspicions of his. And if Kaeya genuinely didn’t know this, it further supports the idea that the current Alberich Clan isn’t working with the Abyss Order.

Then Kaeya follows that up with calling Dain a pureblood like it’s an accusation. Kaeya’s pupil and skin already had a lot of us believing he might be of mixed heritage, but I think that interaction just confirmed it. I mean Kaeja is a nordic name, but Kaeya is hindi. His name is both Khaenri’ahn and Sumeran. (also noting that the darshan that studies ley lines and elemental magics is represented by a peacock. I will not be surprised in the slightest if Kaeya’s mother was a Sumeran scholar of said darshan)

In all honesty, I’m not sure what this is gonna mean for Kaeya in the long run. I always got the feeling that while Kaeya knows a lot more than he lets on, he also doesn’t have all the info he should. If anything, I'm starting to wonder if that leaked outfit for him is gonna be tied to him looking into his heritage now.

[goldendoodlerlockerlove]

4 for the wip asks :)

Thank you so much!! :D

Sincerely, Me is a very rough WIP name for this WIP fic. It takes place in the universe of the musical Dear Evan Hansen, and it came about because I had the biggest desire in the world to write something Kleinsen-related (Evan Hansen x Jared Kleinman). It actually technically takes place in the movie universe, and I don't even particularly like the movie (I have thoughts). I don't hate it or anything, but it could've been done so much better. Anyway, I made it part of the movie universe so some good content could come from there. So, I guess I'd have to call it Kalsen (Evan Hansen x Jared Kalwani) because they changed his last name for the movie.

It's mainly centered around their daughter, Paige, and her best friend, Tyrone. Paige is Cis and Panromantic, and Tyrone is Trans Masc and Straight. They were definitely a fun duo to write, even though I didn't write that much for this fic. I was actually planning on it being a big, multi-chapter fic, but I might just try to make it a Oneshot so I can just finish it and post it. I'm not sure I can make it a big, multi-chapter fic with this concept, anyway.

Here's a little excerpt for you:

She didn’t answer, opting instead to glance at the trees. “I’m surprised you didn’t mention Jared being Indian first.”

She was well aware of his distaste for her calling her dads by their first names. In her opinion, it was entertaining watching his mouth become agape whenever she did this, so sometimes she’d do it on purpose. It never mattered to her--it was sometimes necessary, to distinguish them, and the two of them weren’t fretful of this habit. However, Tyrone always suggested she call Evan “Dad” and Jared “Pitā” instead, which is the Hindi word for Father. 

She never listened to this advice.

Tyrone began chasing a pebble with his shoe, “Well, he mentions being Jewish a lot more than he does being Indian.”

She sighed, crossing her arms as a sudden, harsh breeze cut through them, “I guess you’re not wrong.”

He didn’t stop harassing the pebble even when they approached her house. It was pretty average, as far as regular houses in suburbia went, being all beige and harsh corners, as well as a roof sharp enough to poke Santa on his journey every Christmas (she stole that joke from Jared).

Annnnd here's another excerpt that comes a little later!

“Paige?” She heard an all-too familiar voice float from the kitchen. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, Dad.” She began striding towards the source as Tyrone shot her a look. “It’s not as if I call them by their first names all the time.”

Jared was perched over the stove, nursing a bottle of water as he continued frying something on a pan. He enjoyed nursing a bottle of alcohol instead on some late nights, but he was trying to consume less for Bri’s sake. “Sorry about your sister. I thought she was going to be napping around now, but I guess it was my mistake assuming she would do anything I expect.”

Paige let out a snicker, “It’s fine, you know Ty loves her anyway.”

She leaned closer, trying to sneak a peek at his latest concoction, “I thought you wouldn’t be home. What is that?”

“I took the day off. It’s Rosh Hashanah, remember? This is chicken breast with leeks and potatoes. Your dad should be coming home soon from the park.” 

Paige felt her hand connecting hard with her face, “Oh God. Oh no. I can’t believe I forgot!”

A strength she always prided herself on was her ability to remember dates more so than everyone else in her family. The fact this one slipped by her was frustrating, to say the least--not to mention Rosh Hashanah was always her favorite Jewish holiday to celebrate. Perhaps Grace was making her more distracted than she first thought.

She turned towards Tyrone, “I’m sorry, I still can’t believe I forgot about this. I was hoping we’d be able to hang out tonight.”

“Well, I can’t see why he can’t stay for dinner.”

Her mouth agape, she turned on her heel to face Jared again, “Who are you and what have you done with my father?”

When he gave her a questioning look, she continued, “You’ve never let anyone stay over for Rosh Hashanah. It’s family time.”

Tyrone gasped, bouncing on the toes of his feet, “Does this mean… you consider me family?”

Paige grit her teeth and elbowed her friend, a fruitless attempt to calm him. One of the things that annoyed Jared the most was people who weren’t part of the family trying to insert themselves into their tight-knight dynamic. Sure, it seemed for a while Tyrone was the exception, but it was still thin ice to tread. A reason why was because someone else, someone older, tried doing the same some time back, and ended up uprooting all of their lives once it was revealed they were a no-good scam-artist. And, for irony’s sake, that person ended up being Grace’s current foster father.

Just for some context, Bri is Paige's little sister (So Evan and Jared have two daughters) and Grace is Paige and Tyrone's bully (mostly Paige's). And I was planning on having it be revealed to Paige the first time all of the events of the musical (Connor's death, The Connor Project, Evan's speech, etc.), which was never mentioned to her before because Evan and Jared were too embarrassed by it all. They kind of wanted to sweep it under the rug, which evidently wasn't the best way to handle the situation.

[ffearlesscowardd]

Who am I ? (Indian, but North or South..??)

Well weird title huh....! I know and my apologies for that.

I am a mere introvert boy of 18 who is sitting right now in a bus stop and writing my first blog, I guess!.

Well I truly don't know how many audience I will grasp but right now from anywhere in the world's corner you are reading this I will like to say that this blog and the future blogs will be purely my life experiences and traumas which you might also relate in many ways. Well I was kind of frustrated so all of a sudden I got the idea to write my feelings and here I am.

Yeah!! Indian but north or south; many people (mostly readers from India) could have pieced the content of the blog from the title. I still can't digest the fact that why an Indian try to classify other Indian for where they are from, what race they are, what colour they are, what beliefs they have, what culture they have inherited, what type of linguistic features differentiate the other person from them, and mostly WHAT RELIGION THEY ARE.

I still remember an incident where one of my friend back in the days when I was around 15 called me "sala madrasi" (means a person from so called south India in not so friendly and polite way).

So yeah basically for the people who like to classify whether north or south. I am from South. But there ain't a big deal whether you classify or not but it does make a deal when you classify to shame or humiliate a person for how different they are from you.

From my kindergarten school days till my high school days there never went a single day when I was not bullied by classmates for how different I looked or how different I spoke, and that used to upset me a lot. Honestly speaking I used to hide my tears from my parents, and used to cry real hard during night and just asked to god that why you punished me and made me so different, mostly my colour. Honestly speaking I hardly used to have any friends and I hardly have any friends. Well now I am just grateful for what I am!, no complains to god at all.

Looks like my colour was not the only thing they had problem with. They also used to mock the way I used to speak. Well you develop your language skill from your mother, so how good she trains you the good you become. My mom used to teach me my mother tongue so that will not cut of from my own culture and my own people; so even before I spoke hindi i used to speak my own mother tongue, and because of that my tongue in the initial days was developed to speak my mother tongue which lead a really strong accent in my hindi. And also a child grasp how they are taught and my mom used to teach me hindi as well so i learend hindi accordingly. So from my kindergarten till my primary school I used to get bullied for my speaking also.

There were several more things i used to get bullied for and will write about it in the future blogs.

Believe it or not when I say this but 7-12 years are the time when you are so sensitive and get hurt really easily. Once in my primary school time I had a friend and for privacy let's call him wagonR. So wagonR and I were really good friends and have pretty good memories as well (the funniest one being we after dismissal checking the classrooms to find some good loots and while doing he searching a trash can and getting a branded watch.). We were really good of friends and had a lot of fun time together in school. But one day for my night mare wagonR comes to me and was like bro I will not talk to you anymore because my father told me that you should not go and make friends with the wrong sort. I was in standard 3 back then and just imagine how bad a 8 year old would have been hurt by those lines. Well afterwards we never spoke to each other much and I changed the school next year for xyz reasons.

The thing is, wagonR had no problems with me but his father had some problem after he heard that his son had friendship with a weirdo like me. Well I always thought that India is one country but nahhh somewhere or the other the people in India have problem with each other.

Well this all is lead by lack of knowledge and which in fact leads into prejudice. Well for me knowledge is good but half knowledge is dangerous.

But it doesn't mean that all my experiences was bad, and all the time people used to bully me. Their were a few friends who were always fascinated with me and always were eager to learn more about my place and teach me more about their tradition and beliefs. Also there is an incident when my parents needed money and were in crisis, the landlord (a kind and humble man) without even asking, helped financially not even without thinking a second thought. My mother also says that when I was young there used to be bachelor boy in our apartment then, who used to take care of me sometimes when my mother and father both were in work and there was no one to take care of me. She also says that once we had a land lady who treated our whole family has her own and I was like a grandson for her.

There are many cases vice versa where racism and discrimination happens to migrant workers and there family who come to south India also. Just to give you an example there are more than 5 lakh migrant workers in just Kerala from different parts of India like Bihar, Jharkhand, Bengal, UP etc; but all are referred as "Bengalis". Dosen't matter whether you are from Bhaktiyarpur or Assam or Kanpur or Bhubaneshwar. If you are a migrant you will be referred as "bengali".

You will be thinking what is so much in calling someone a Bengali. it might be because majority of migrants come from west Bengal so they might have started calling migrants as Bengali to ease the speaking. But trust me my fellow folk if you made it till here ; they aren't. For many Malayalis (not all) the term Bengali has become a term equivalent to "dome, chamar or musahar" . Well if you don't know what they are then they are the name of some socially backward classes. (Trust me fellow if you are loving this writing then my next writing will be in the topic of sc st's).

In Kerala a stereotypical mentality has struck in many peoples head that the migrant labourers coming to kerala come from very low profile houses or they in past might have committed crimes for which they flee and came as a labour. Some also suggest that their are many who have fleed from Bangladesh and work as an illegal migrant. and because of all these things many labourers are treated not so politely and also sometimes are offered less wages.

Well all the above things I have in past heard from many different people and it's not like every people treat them badly or believe in such things about them. I have mostly heard these from unemployed or local political leaders in different occasions, mostly in tea stalls early in the morning. I have never heard a well educated muttering these things, in fact most of the well educates try to ease their life by donating them and showing love and respect. Also once my heart melted when one of my friend's family was treating a migrant who in their house was working as servant as one of their own. He had a lot of freedom in their house. Similarly the Kerala government also helped lots of migrants during the tough times of covid by providing temporary shelters, food and other accommodations.

SO WHAT AM I TRYING TO PROVE????

Well its all just because wherever people go their will be people who will have some superiority complex and will try to bully people who are from different places. Their naive minds will always think that they are the king in their motherland, and a person from different place will never come equal to him. Again its just mostly because of lack of knowledge or half knowledge or half education.

And sadly in the recent times the judgmental nature of Indians are boosting daily and because of that, many dirty political leaders (I won't blame any party cause every party has good and bad leaders, and does good and terrible jobs) who take this in account and spread hatred openly amongst the poor and mostly illiterate people making their brain washed for just few votes. The political leaders are feeding on hatred and instead being wise and try to put stop which they should do are instead promoting these ideas.

I was bullied a lot because of race and colour in the past, but I should admit the fact that it was mostly children, we were kids at that time so that might not have been that intentional from their side. And even if adults have bullied me it were mostly the unemployed or the over judgmental so called superior people.

It always weakens my heart when I think that how over judgement of a person towards a race or a community can spread hate like forest fire. And believe it or not India is going through lot of hate because of RELIGION. Because people had started developing a frame of mind that

THEIR RELIGION IS SUPERIOR AND IT SHOULD BE "PROTECTED"

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~~~Fearless Coward

[the8thsphynx]

hihi!! ashwatthama for the meme?

ASH!!!! BESTO FRIENDO!!!

favorite thing about them:

I adore his design, specifically his first and third Ascensions. Frankly I love everything about him since as a character concept he’s amazing. Ashwatthaman is actually the reason I’ve been getting into reading the Mahabharata just so I can understand the bigger picture story more. I also love how even though he regrets what he did to the Pandava family on the night of the raid, he doesn’t regret standing up for what he believed in for the war and for avenging his father.

least favorite thing about them:

Ehhhh not much, really? Ashwatthaman openly acknowledges his own sins that he’s committed and the narrative never tries to dismiss that he’s done wrong and shed innocent blood. I mean I guess there was a bit more focus on Ash’s dynamic with Arjuna and the two of them coming to terms with the war itself and what happened between them, even if they never directly interacted.

favorite line:

“KAAARRUNA JAA NEE KAAAA!!!!!”

(rough translation: “IT’S FUCKING KAARRNAAAA!!!!”)

Equally I love his Valentine’s Day scene. You give him chocolate and he responds by making you hot chocolate and then coming to your room to just hang out and talk with you. That’s a good friend husband right there.

brOTP:

KARNA!!! That’s his buddy!!!

Also the broship between him, Kintoki, and Kotarou in the Nightingale Christmas event. That was adorable and melted my heart. Just guys bein’ dudes!

OTP:

I can’t pin down a favorite ship, really! I pretty much like ever Ash ship, but I guess I get an extra sprinkle of serotonin when I see Karnash or Kamash (just because Kama/Ash could be complicated with the whole half-Shiva business and I love ships that explore that kind of tense dynamic)

nOTP:

No Ashwatthaman ship squicks me out, tbh. I guess it just depends on delivery! Probably the only time I might make a Kermit face at Arjuna/Ash is if people didn’t want to delve into the reconciliation and healing that would have to happen between them.

random headcanon:

Ashwatthaman loves heavy metal music and when he goes to his first modern era concert he almost dies from happiness at mosh pits and walls of death. It’s just the idea of all of these people getting together to have kind of a brawl, but there’s a code of conduct and at the end of it everyone walks out alive and having a good time.

unpopular opinion:

He needs more costumes. Ashwatthaman needs SO many Spiritron Dresses and I would buy and spend the QP on all of them.

This isn’t really unpopular, though, I feel like every other Ash fan likely agrees on this.

song i associate with them:

Bloodywood- ‘Gaddaar’

First, listen to Hindi metal. Just do it. They go hard and it’s awesome.

Secondly, Ash would be the biggest Bloodywood fan, don’t @ me. This song would also make him lose his shit.

favorite picture of them:

LOOK AT HIS NICE OUTFIT AND HIS COOL UNDERCUT, HE’S SO HANDSOME, HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S ON A DATE!!!!

[djd95]

To my Pangga,

I never thought this would happen again. Today, I’m not writing to send you birthday wishes but to express how thankful I am for your existence.

Pangga, thank you for turning my darkest days into bright ones. Thank you for never giving up on me, even when I’m close to giving up on myself. Thank you for listening to my endless kwentos, no matter how senseless they might seem. Salamat for always accepting my ideas, correcting me when I’m wrong, and believing in me when no one else does. Thank you for always being there, no matter what.

Pero higit sa lahat ng pasasalamat, gusto ko ring humingi ng tawad. Sorry kung minsan nararamdaman mong second option ka lang—hindi ‘yan totoo (kung ako lang ang masusunod, ikaw lagi ang pipiliin). Sorry sa mga panahong parang lagi kitang inaaway. Sorry kung minsan napaparamdam ko sa’yo na mali ka, or that you’re not enough. Sorry sa lahat ng pagkukulang ko noon at hanggang ngayon.

Alam ko na madalas, hirap ka rin kung sino ang dapat piliin o kung saan ka dapat tumayo. Pero salamat dahil kahit mahirap, pilit mo akong pinipili.

You are my greatest blessing, Pangga, and I’m so thankful for you every single day.

Kahit saan man tayo dalhin ng alon ng tadhana, huwag mong kalilimutan, ikaw ang bituin ng aking gabi’t umaga. Anuman ang wakas ng kwento nating dalawa, Ikaw ang mananatiling himig sa puso kong umaawit ng pag-asa.

Ikaw ang aking pangarap na hindi malilimutan, ang tula sa puso kong walang hangganan. Sa bawat tibok, pangalan mo ang sigaw, at mananatili kang bahagi ng kaluluwa kong ikaw ang tinatanaw.

Mahal na mahal kita, Pangga! Happy Birthday 😚

[purpldazed]

Sept 23, 2024.

Hi stranger,

It wasn't easy to reach out to you and explain what happened in the past two years but I know that it was my mistake to be with my ex and hide what I was dealing with. I fell in love with you somewhere along the lines of being purely platonic best friends and between the all nighters we used to have. With you, I was able to know that love wasn't all consuming like I initially believed. It's funny that I didn't even know that I've been in love with you for the past six years but then again, it was a slow free fall for me. 

What I felt then and now, it had always stayed the same even when we came to change through time and the seasons that had passed when we ended through that misunderstanding of ours. We were just girls who turned into women together and we even experienced accepting our sexualities together. You were colored in every part of me and my life then, even now. All I ever felt was contentment with you, stranger. I was never able to long for anything that you couldn't give whether it was just friendship and shared conversations through eye contact in a crowded room or something beyond the familiarity of our friendship. You were more than enough for me.

But you didn't reach out after you asked me about my feelings and I told the truth. I was left hanging after you told me that it was easier to communicate through messages— “I don't mind our way of communication. It's enough to show our care for each other and keep our distance to avoid breaking each other again,” and then you told me that whatever we hold will pass. “Lilipas rin naman 'to. Kahit mag-explain ka or Hindi tayo magkaroon ng closure kung san nga ba nagkamali lahat.” But it's hard to believe when you're sending me messages only I can decipher and read through understanding the way your mind works.

You're scared. You're hurt yet, you want us to work out like we did in the past. I understand you and why you hurt. I don't blame you for anything but, I'm truly a mess after seeing the highlight on your account and how the last frame only consists of a small glimpse of my letter to you. I was stupid to confess that I fell in love with you but I was dumb to not know that you had once felt the same, too. Years before I realized my own feelings and now it feels like time itself is weaving a cruel play of us. 

You can't ask me to stay because we might end up fix whatever was broken. I can't hang around to wait if this is something more than another friendship break-up. I miss you too deeply these days, stranger. I can't keep listening to our favorite album and hate the idea that I'll leave this country that had became painted in all the hues made of everything that is you. It was wrong for me to fall in love but that's the thing about the free fall and the tenderness, I didn't even know I loved you until it was a little bit too late. 

Although I do know that I have to pick myself for once and I can't stick around in this small town to wait for your answer whether it's the end of us or if I'm waiting for anything at all. Two years was enough and for six years, my heart had only been yours. I can't drop everything in my life just to accommodate when you finally decide to reach out to me again. Am I going to be left waiting around for two years again? I don't think I want to know the answer anymore. I love you and I'm starting to love myself too, stranger.

Hopefully it won't be a goodbye but a see-you-later for now. If I ever see you in this small town or around places we used to call ours, I won't turn the other way whether you'll smile at me or act like I'm truly the ghost of your past. 

- A.

[peysbookmims]

SHE’S A SELFISH GIRLFRIEND

My girlfriend and I decided to move in one apartment which is just few blocks away in our university. The reason was, apart from it’s time consuming and more convenient, it’s also our way to practice ourselves to live in a single roof together. Para pagdating ng araw na ikakasal kami ay hindi na kami maninibago. Glad that our parents allowed us to have our own independence as a couple. Both of our families told us that we are already matured enough to distinguish what is wrong and right. In other words, we must finish our studies first before building our own family. Janna and I have been in a relationship for four years already and I believe, we are so sure of each other. I courted her not just for some source of temporary happiness but because she’s the only woman I could envision with who will walk down the aisle while wearing a wedding gown, the only woman I could picture out who will carry my first baby and the woman I could see in my future. Siya lang at wala nang iba. Honestly, she’s not a perfect girlfriend that every man could ever wish for. She has lots of imperfections and bad sides too. But that’s what love is all about, right? It’s accepting your partner’s flaws and imperfections. “Love, I have two apples here. This is your favorite, right?” The sweet, cheerful voice of Janna pulled me back from the reality. She then flashed a dulcet smile as she seated beside me on the couch. The succulent scent of the apples in her hands instantly wafted through my nostrils and my mouth couldn’t help but to water in hunger. “Love, akin na ‘yong isa.” I pouted my lips and begged. She just chuckled and rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry pero kaya ko 'tong ubusing mag-isa 'no.” She then took a monster bite towards the first apple on her hand and I was expecting her to give me the other one but she took a bite on it too. My chest instantly felt heavy and I couldn’t help but to be frustrated. I smiled bitterly. Who would’ve thought that those apples could be the source of my disappointment? As what I’ve told you earlier, she has awful attitudes too and one of it is being too selfish. For the past four years of being with her, this is one of her toxic traits that might be the reason of our downfall. Sobrang selfish niya sa lahat ng bagay. Yes, I do love her but I don’t know when can I still stand with her selfishness. Because somehow, it’s draining the hell out of me, too. As we graduated in College, her selfishness just heightened up when she told me that she will work as a domestic nurse in abroad. “Mas malaki ang kikitain ko 'pag pumunta ako ng ibang bansa, love. Trust me,” pangungumbinsi niya sa akin. I just stared at her dreadfully and it felt like all my energy has been taken away slowly by slowly. “P-Please stay, love… 'Di ko kaya,” I begged, my lips trembling and now in the verge of crying. Janna just flashed a reassuring smile as she cupped my face. “Believe me with this, love. Mas magiging maganda ang kinabukasan natin 'pag nakaalis ako. At isa pa, hindi lang kinabukasan natin ang matutulungan ko, pati na rin ang pamilya natin. Love, trust me. 'Pag nakaipon ako, babalik agad ako dito at magpapakasal agad tayo atsaka bumuo ng sariling pamilya.” She gave me a heart-warming smile as tears slowly streamed down her cheeks. Both of our parents agreed with her decision and I had left with no choice but to agree too. “Don’t worry, I promised that that I will contact you if I have a vacant time. At isa pa, sinabihan ko na rin ang bestfriend ko na pakitignan ka.” I just stood there, barely able to move and breathe. Janna hugged me so tight as she whispered, “I love you so much, Arjay. Mahal na mahal kita.” Those were her final words before she left me.