#majista

[coachskp]

Mera gaon Mera desh☺️☺️☺️ #pratapgarh #majista #bhawanigarh #kandhai #hanumanganji #sanjaykumarpatel #SanjayKumarPatel #sanjay_kumar_patel #Sanjay_Kumar_Patel #coachskp #CoachSKP #Coach_SKP #coach_skp #motivationalspeaker #MotivationalSpeaker #motivational_speaker #Motivational_Speaker #motivation #Motuvation #publicspeaker #PublicSpeaker #Public_Speaker #public_speaker #LifeCoach #lifecoach #Life_Coach #life_coach (at Lucknow The Smart City - The Smart Citizens Lucknow) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKIsZeznhhx/?igshid=5mefvpwhhdvd

[alderastars]

[ @majistas ]

            “ ------------- Let’s say I wouldn’t exactly TRUST him with my life.” A fickle ( easily fooled ) thing trust was with her, to lay her soul for a being such a wonder found WORTHY. However, the smile still reigned upon her features, wide and bright.

[chaied]

[ braid ] for padme

soft things  ( selectively accepting )

               SHE SITS, PATIENTLY WAITING FOR  her daughter’s small fingers to wrap themselves around the thick strands of her hair. There are uncomfortable tugs, sudden & forceful, but to be completely honest Padmé had suffered quite a bit of pain over the years for the sake of a regal hairdo. Her daughter’s occasional pulls, while jarring, were in no way too painful. She has a tough scalp. 

     She had begun attempts to teach Leia how to do her own hair, & the easiest way for her to practice was, of course, to use her mother’s more than ample supply. 

     It brings to mind her own childhood. how she’d practiced on her mother, then on her sister, & she had learned from them the, at the time, magical arts of curating your own appearance. There were more things to play with then, more trinkets to braid into their hair, more ties & headdresses to aid them in their more risky endeavors. Now, things are simpler. She is not in the place of her childhood, & she can only teach her daughter the very simplest of patterns. 

     But it is nice, all the same.

     Leia scoots around into her field of vision, a thick braid held tightly in her hands. It’s so long & so wide that it seems as if it could swallow the girl whole. The strands of the braid are tightly wound in some places, very loose in others, but for a third attempt, it is very good. 

     ‘You’re getting better,’ Padmé says with a smile. ‘This one is very good, Leia.’

[eleutherial]

THE  LOVE  SHE  CARRIES  IN  HER  HEART  FOR  HER  DAUGHTER  blazes inside of her like a small sun, like a bursting star, like something beautiful and something painful, something she can’t always look at straight on. to watch leia grow into a fierce and formidable woman, to hold her in her arms and hold her hands while she learns to walk, while she begins to run, it’s the SWEETEST KIND OF AGONY. ( she wonders, sometimes, in the privacy of her rooms, late at night, which child has created the most longing and suffering in her heart; is it worse, she wonders, to watch leia call another woman mother, or is it worse to have never heard luke’s voice at all? these are questions she cannot answer. ) as leia has grown, her beloved aunt anthia has spent more and more time away from alderaan, devoting herself to the budding rebellion as she grows more and more unsure of how to handle the growth of her daughter, unsure of how to hide how alike their eyes shine, how similar they look when they twist their hair up in the same fashions, how they take the same intonation when they reach a point of pure unadulterated fury. now, though, she strides through the halls of the royal palace of alderaan, her legs racing as fast as she can, eager to spend time with her daughter, her niece, the light of her life, the rising sun of the dawn. in her hands, she holds a gift, something small and intricate and beautiful, something to say i am sorry to have been gone so long again, something to say i am sorry i haven’t explained my frequent trips away. 

❛  LEIA ?  ❜  her knuckles tap lightly against the door before her, and she presses the gift to her chest as she waits for her daughter to answer. ❛ leia, it’s me! ❜   //   @majistas  –––  when everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold.

[prowessed-blog]

MAJISTAS // STARTER

“We should be coming out from hyperspace in just a moment, princess” she waits at attention, never shifting from her perfect soldier stand. And yet, after her announcement, she finds she doesn’t really know what to do with herself, other than simply stand there. Something about having a physical Leia Organa in her ship makes her uneasy, though perhaps that might not be the exact word. Iden is more used to the blurry, bluish shape of hologram-Leia, distant and brief enough that it claims no further thoughts from her. She can even be friendly with hologram-Leia--- she doesn’t know what to do with the flesh and blood version “We’re really winning this thing, aren’t we?” there’s a hint of disbelief in her voice, a thin crack in her always impermeable composure. It’s not happiness, no, not even optimism. She doesn’t dare hoping for that sort of thing. In reality, it looks more like fear.

[astramessiah]

               YOU HAVE YOUR father’s rage && flawed reasoning; sacrificing personal morals to save the lives of those you love. The parallels are not unknown to Vader, && she’ll lose her way just as he did. The Dark Side is not a line that can be toed, nor a beast that can be tamed. Stick your fingers inside the cage, it will drag you between the bars && smile as it picks you from its teeth. 

     ❝ I can sense your unrest, my daughter. ❞ These moments of dissociative silence have become commonplace in their relationship. The more powerful she becomes the more distant she grows from her former self. The spark of her rage slowly transformed into a cold, lonely fire; like the glowing points of stars hidden in the howling black. 

     ❝ You must not dwell on the past. ❞

@majistas

[ahphra]

     ❛   YOU FINALLY gonna shoot me , princess ?   Or are ya still too good and upstanding for that ?   ❜

@majistas

[emprcssiisms-blog]

( ❛IT’S A PARADISE AND IT’S A WARZONE— @majistas. )​

The red of the planet Yavin casts a crimson glow on her skin as she looks out the viewport, rolling one of the coins from her planet’s currency between her fingers. This is being proactive. Choosing a side before she and her people are forced to. Tzipporah is the type to keep an eye on the events of other planets to stay ahead, always aware. While her husband is content to just keep his eyes to the ground, she looks to the stars.

And the stars screamed, “war!” The Empire may have dominated the galaxy but the cry for liberation was loud, vibrating strong enough to alert the very ones people were trying to be free of. The EMPRESS knew something about being free. On a planet where one’s status was based on the legacy of their ancestors before them, she had been forced to work hard to transition from farm girl to WARRIOR. And now here she was, sliding into the familiar shoes of POLITICIAN.

At least it wasn’t her people at war. Yet.

The shuttle hovers above the planet, her coat tail trailing behind her as she approaches the bridge. It wasn’t common knowledge that the Rebellion called Yavin base but determination, coupled with sources and some kind of sixth sense that had become her compass since she had been a child, placed her in the right direction.

The hand that she places on the pilot’s shoulder is friendly and firm, a reassurance that she would take it from there. His unease is clear in the shoulders up at his ears, the way his hands tremble as he reaches to hail the planet. She takes a seat beside him, presses the button herself.

    “This is EMPRESS Tzipporah Yevon of the GHANIMAH EMPIRE, asking permission to land.”

[barralrider]

3 Rules to be successful 1. Never quit 2. Never reveal everything you know

3 Rules to be successful 1. Never quit 2. Never reveal everything you know (self.Showerthoughts) submitted by Majista to /r/Showerthoughts 24 comments original

[coachskp]

मेरा गाँव मेरा देश 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊 हमारे जिले की प्रसिद्ध कहावत 🚩सौ पढ़ा 🚩 🚩एक प्रताप गढ़ा 🚩 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 #100padhaekpratapgarha #pratapgarh #pratapgarhi #prayapgarhup #pratapgarhblog #pratapgarhuttarpradesh #majista #bhawanigarh #majistaurphbhawanigarh #kandhai #hanumanganj #patti #tahsilpatti #cityofking #king #coachskp #village #desi #khet #field #green #photoshoot #photography #villagephotography #sanjaykumarpatel #pratapgarhhub (at Pratapgarh U.P. 72) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGIQkM2HAof/?igshid=560p2ug2iaoi

[alderastars]

I’M THANKFUL FOR @majistas​ ( aka griffin, aka my one true love, aka my wife, aka @hedeserted ). Through the .... what, seven/eight months we’ve known each other, we’ve gotten incredibly close to the point we’ve gotten around to already calling each other best friends. This is the girl who once we skipped around tumblr being incredibly intimidated by each other, to now calling each other at ungodly hours only to rant about deep shit and watch each other play games. 

griffin helped me truly feel comfortable on my oc, giving me a certain reason to keep coming back here and never really feel the loneliness that it’s a little too easy to feel. we shared an extreme interest in how we portrayed each other’s characters, however never truly spoke until a mutual friend shoved us into a group chat and it was really up from there. now, we chat daily, nearly all day. dotting in and out of headcanons to whining about real life because it just sucks sometimes. we giggle endlessly about stupid sim moments, she watches me dick around on photoshop even if it does just end up in this awkward silence with me making shit up just to hopefully make her laugh and stay interested, we watch hours and hours of shows, and we still?? are not totally bored of each other yet (god, i hope not).

we laugh at each other making stupid mistakes in games, prod each other about typos, we lay it out pretty straight for each other, and we truly strive to support each other. i support her and everything she does, she’s a beautiful and bright smol child and i love you. i really don’t know if i’d be here and still relatively happy without you being involved in my life.

not for reblog.

[pilotsouled-blog]

       HER MERE PRESENCE ALONE was enough to shake him to his core, the pilot speechless   &   nervously fidgeting as she approached. working for the galactic empire for so long has made him anticipate the worst from higher authorities, the reaction never leaving him despite his newfound status as a rebel. straightening his shoulders, bodhi would stand at attention   ------   almond eyes averting her gaze in an effort not to insult her.  she was a symbol of hope in their drive to defeat the galactic empire   ------   she deserved only the utmost respect.

       “   YOUR HIGHNESS. i-it’s an honor.   “ he stuttered, moving to bow before the royal, but only seconds later changing his mind   ------   the physical movement looking like he was stumbling over. “   how can i assist you today ?   “

          (   @majistas   |   starter call !   )

[djicdre]

Celebrating National Cigar Day with Mr. @connoisseursofthefinerthings and food was 🔥🔥🔥 (at Majista Korean Grill) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLz9BrBhKcK/?igshid=1inl1pslq59u3

[amritpalkaur020-blog]

Acidease, the herbal antacid prepared with Mulethi, Sauf, Majista, and Saunth, neutralizes stomach acid to cut down on heartburn. Buy it from Body & Herbs.

https://bodyandherbs.in/product/acidease/

[tachiisms]

WRITING AESTHETICS

JOHN KEATS.      the lavender in sunsets,  flowers in the rain,  sunlight slipping through clouds,  lazy summer afternoons,  the heavy scent of musk,  flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books,  fireflies on a cool summer night,  being wrapped in fresh bedsheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have,  dripping sunlight like gold,  loving someone so exquisite,  soft lips and soft whispers,  fingers through hair,  names of lovers carved in trees,  broken glass,  the insistence of being perpetually dreamy

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD.    mahogany wood,  crisp winter skies with cold bright stars,  the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog,  empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol,  a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered,  a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment,  your favourite sweater,  parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing,  the contrast of blood against snow,  a purple split lip oozing blood,  black eyes fading to blue to pale skin,  the butterflies of falling in love for the first time,  the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries,  the romanticization of self-destruction

FRANZ KAFKA.       the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future,  decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there,  the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books,  delicate veins in the wrist,  ghosts filling lungs,  shattered bones,  raindrops on the tongue,  rusting metal, nostalgia that aches,  the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head

H.P. LOVECRAFT.     the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave,  pouring rain and mud,  a child’s fear of the dark,  thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never ending ocean,  the silence of three a.m.,  danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house,  the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain,  unexplainable phenomena,  strange lights in the sky in the dead of night,  ouija boards and urban legends

JACK KEROUAC.     the brisk pine air of being on a mountain,  travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive,  coffee shops late at night,  car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark,  naps spent in the sun,  novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders,  ignoring flaws and loving life,  wind through hair,  depression as fog in the brain,   impossible ideals,  a quiet sunrise,  walks alone,  when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe,  dazzling people,  open lands stretching out into infinity,  falling in love with being alive

EDGAR ALLAN POE.      the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog,  hollow bones,  a preserved heart held in hands,  twinkling stars above an old graveyard,  the way everything turns to dust,  silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames,  perfection depicted as a rotting corpse,  death as bricks in the heart,  lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes,  biting into a lemon,  heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining,  the intimacy of a secret

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[hopetwin]

ARCHETYPE QUIZ

39% Explorer

The Explorer is drawn to the unknown, whether that’s a Himalayan peak or the road not taken, and have a thirst for adventure. They take journeys, not vacations.

33% Rebel

The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind - and bucking the system - if that means getting their point across.

28% Advocate

The Advocate is the one everyone wants on their side. In the name of justice, they are not afraid to challenge authority or speak up for others.

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