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rainbabbles · 6 months
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well will you look at that, it's Sunland ☀️
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supriyawithoutsu · 1 year
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'Main apni favourite hoon' girl 🤝 'Tu meri favourite hain' boy
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101flavoursofweird · 1 year
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Fellas, is it gay to abandon your empress for her ex-prince brother, walk halfway across the continent to join him on the battlefield, wrestle him to the ground while sparring, for him to dream about you, to embrace him as he murmurs into your hair, and announce he is your destiny? 
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baatarthefirst · 5 months
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A few Janaya kids I commissioned.
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spaceexp · 8 months
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ISRO PSLV-C57 launches Aditya-L1 to study the Sun.
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itmightrain · 7 months
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"I thought you of all people would understand my need to be free of such things. You were the most spiritual of the three of us as a girl. Do you remember that? No devotee of the Nameless certainly, but you used to make me take you to the Mothers' shrine so you could lay jasmine blossoms and kiss their feet."
"That was before the first time that Chandra hurt me," Malini said crisply. "That ended my childhood fantasies abruptly."
He stared at her uncomprehending. "When," he said, "did he hurt you as a child?"
She sucked in a breath. He didn't remember.
She wanted to lift her hair and bare her neck. She wanted to show him how she had been hurt. To show him not simply the physical scar, but the way Chandra's cruelties large and small had flayed her sense of self until she was raw, a furious tangle of nerves, until she was forced to build herself armor, jagged and cruel, to be able to survive. But he would not understand. He had never understood. Her hurts and her terrors, which had consumed her all her life, had always been small to him. He had either never truly seen them or simply easily forgotten them.
- The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri
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desi-yearning · 1 year
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Being bi is basically being confused whether you want Geet or Aditya as your lover
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opheliaweeps · 11 months
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so I just finished reading ‘the oleander sword’ by tasha suri. I’m at work, so I finished the book, stared at my laptop for a minute, then came to the bathroom to cry and write this post (yeah, I’m in the bathroom right now. I’ve been crying for five minutes).
I’m crying because reading this book (which is book #2 of suri’s trilogy ‘the burning kingdoms’) has been… cathartic almost. the plot is high fantasy and political unrest, but the setting, the worldbuilding and careful nuances of the story are based on historical india, the country and myths and history I grew up with. somewhere inside me, the young girl who never saw a book that had a character that looked like her is sobbing in grief and gratitude and vindication, because an author like her decided to write this story. and it’s everything.
I’m crying because the relationships in this series are complicated and heartbreaking and human. siblings, friends, lovers, and the tangled webs in between - they’re so beautiful to read about. the pain of betrayal and bittersweetness of love, in a time when nations are at war and the characters are torn between their duty and their heart (an age-old story, the original tragedy). the delicate details that show the madness of corruption, the humanity in even the most twisted of villains, and the pain in hurting those you love so that they can live.
I’m crying because not only does this book speak to my desi heritage, it’s a queer story, setting a princess rebelling against her dictator-emperor of a brother and a temple-elder of a conquered nation of flowers and eldritch worship on a tumultuous path. their bond is fraught because of what they must do to serve their own countries, honour warring with the desire and love for each other in their hearts. a sapphic desi-high fantasy series - that’s something I never thought I would see.
I’m crying because the side m/m romance is pure tragedy and yet, it’s so beautiful it hurts to read. while the main heroines are separated by treachery and prophecy and gods of old, coming back to wage war for their glory, these two boys are separated by something much simpler: death. one dies (for his honour, for the men he leads, for his sister), and the other lives. the other lives to grieve and push forward, and isn’t this the oldest story? someone must always leave first, but we are never prepared, and I was not prepared for this death. because the one who lived had already lost so much, bled out for an empress he is bound to and her brother whom he loved. and he was taken away from him.
I’m crying because I love the world that has been built here, the stories woven and characters that suri has breathed life into. I’m crying because of the story, the pain, and the representation I never thought I’d see. but most of all, I’m crying for the love that this story holds, and the hurt that always follows bliss, because no good thing can ever be felt without unwanted anguish to sweeten these brief, tender moments.
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halcyon-and-elysian · 2 years
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desi culture is pining over aditya kashyap from jab we met, because 15 saal hogaye honge us film ko nikle par hum sabko pata hai ki uske jaisa koi ladka hume filmon main bhi nahi milne vaala, real life to chodo.
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aasthaa30 · 8 months
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Too many anushumans and not enough adityas in the world
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"Rao," Aditya called out. "I dreamt of you." ... "I saw your eyes, shining like stars."
("What had happened, to make them shine?")
"I don't know," Aditya said. "But Rao- perhaps one day we'll meet again, on the other side of this war, and you will be able to tell me."
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"I know now," Aditya said. "Why I dreamt of you as I did. Don't forget what stars are, Rao."
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What is a star, Rao thought, in Aditya's slurred, smiling voice, but distant fire, reaching for you across worlds?
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sanegreen · 2 years
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aap convince ho gaye ya mai aur bolu?
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lovelymoira · 1 year
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I get so tremendously annoyed when people try to label Geet's character from Jab we met as the 'manic pixie dream girl' type but do you all not realize how harmful it is for you to label her as that? Along with that how stupid that is when looking at her character? the manic pixie dream girl stereotype quite literally implies that the female character has no purpose other than to help the male lead, along with creating a fantasy for the male audience. help. geet being extroverted and kind or whatever does not make her a manic pixie dream girl. that implies she's a one-dimensional character without any flaws or a character arc, whereas her arc is very apparent. Hell, the whole second part of the movie is about her character, Aditya had achieved what he wanted with his life after the conclusion of tum se hi. Geet teaches us about love & how to live with life, and her own lesson she learned at the end of the movie, (which was something she preached but never implied in her own life, one of her flaws) including self-love and making it a priority to take care of yourself and forming your own opinions to come to your happiness. She goes through a fallout and exhibits so much realness with her character at one point, and yes, Anshuman was right about her, but the time she took to grieve her bad decision and take responsibility for it was everything! k bye
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supriyawithoutsu · 1 year
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Banna to interval ke pehle wali geet chahti thi par ab interval ke baad wali ban ke reh gayi hoon
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ask-archer-idv · 8 months
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"Hihihihihihi....... Saatnya beraksi........" Aditya said, before he started reading a few spells.
Meanwhile, Archer was mending their own business, and all of the sudden, they felt an immense amount of pain all over their body.
It felt as if they were being stabbed over and over again with needles, nails, and even knives. Despite the pain, Archer's body didn't seem to be damaged in any way.
They should probably go see a doctor.
(@askthemanorresidents)
(BTW, the type of curse is Santet Susuk Konde)
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There wasn't anything that could have warned the archer about what would be happening soon as they had been enjoying their small recovery period. Enjoyment fallen to omen too soon as they felt pain blossom and they bit their tongue from shock. Each step reminded them about the pain despite there being no cause of source or even blood - besides the blood from Archer biting their tongue.
Anyone catching a glance at the figure skulking to the infirmary again would be met with what one could call an intimidating glare but it was really just them keeping the pain at bay. They've gone through many painful trials, they wouldn't let another incapacitate them if they had the strength to help it.
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suratcinta · 8 months
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Aditya
Aku pikir kamu terbuat dari cahaya; seperti malaikat. Kerja-kerja yang kamu lakukan selalu berkaitan dengan cahaya: fotografi dan pencahayaan pada instalasi pameran.
Aku kadang berpikir, barangkali kamu suka membagikan korek api atau kadang menjadi panitia penerbitan matahari. Kamu suka sekali dengan peristiwa matahari terbit. Kamu juga pernah mengajariku bagaimana menghadapi gemuruh petir setelah kilat menyambar.
Kamu datang begitu lembutnya seperti lilin kecil. Tidak pernah dalam gelombang yang besar, yang dapat menyilaukan mata, yang kemudian membuatku selalu waspada.
Kamu pernah berkata padaku ketika kedukaan datang tiap malam, "Kalau malam adalah manusia, barangkali akan aku bunuh ia. Atau setidaknya, kudatangi ia. Kutanya apa maksudnya membuatmu selalu menangis ketika kalian berjumpa."
Pada hari-hariku yang selalu gelap, kamu seperti penerang. Pada hari-hariku yang biru, kamu adalah oranye.
Seperti malaikat pula lah, engkau tak mudah aku rengkuh.
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