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Three holidays Krishna loves and one he hates (or vice versa)? - Really, I am so, so glad you're doing this again, Avani Di. I adored the prev. ones!
1. “Sometimes,” says Balarama, with what little dignity he can manage considering his ears are currently dyed bright green, “I think you only like this blasted festival because it gives you leave to cause as much trouble as you please.”
“Happy Holi, dau,” chirps Krishna in response, and salutes him with another handful of crimson powder to the face.
2. To be certain, Yasodha thinks, her son seems to defer to the Great God, as much as he does anyone, but even that does not lessen her suspicion that he only piously parrots a desire to celebrate Sivaratri as the god intends to have an excuse to stay out as long as he pleases, indulging his wildness.
3. Krishna does enjoy the Govardhana pujas that follow in place of Indra’s sacrifices, as the self-satisfied expression on his face suggests, but only Radha thinks to ask why.
“Because,” he says, and there is hope burning in the back of his eyes, “it tells me I can change what does not please me.”
&1. On the ninth day of Chaitra, the prince of the Vraj always wakes with a long-dead mother’s name on his lips, a lifetime of memories that hold no meaning for anyone but himself.
It is only a day like another now. He has no reason to think it different than any other. He will not, ever again.
29 adorable animals with rare and interesting markings (x)
In 2009, the attorney general for the island state of Tasmania stated that Australian wallabies had been found creating crop circles in fields of opium poppies, which are grown legally for medicinal use, after consuming some of the opiate-laden poppies and running in circles
In case anyone is wondering, here is what said crop circles look like.
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Hey TT! Have you watched Salaam Namaste?
Yes, I have! (Have to admit, not one of my faves - coz pregnancy plots are rarely enjoyable to me.)
Suenhiel
Find your REAL Angel name
• First two letters of your last name • First vowel of your first name • Third letter of your middle name (or parent’s first name if you don’t have a middle name • Last consonant of your last name • Add IEL or EL to the end!
Read the notes 😂😂
a question to the skate board side of tumblr
how do you guys get the boards to stick to your feet when you jump?
Baahubali Summertime Challenge 6 - Milana ~
Baahubali-Lion King parallels
@teambaahubali
(And yes, this probably fits better as a meta but I assume the cross over universe thing works too?)
David Tennant with his wife
David Tennant without his wife
She’s back!
Just watched Good Omens. Very gay. Has witchcraft. Spits in the face of the false dichotomy between good and evil and shows the war between them as posing more a threat to humankind than the artificial labels of those desperate for power. Also, plants had emotions and lots of Queen playing.
9.5/10, did not feature any actual cats. Pretty good, @neil-gaiman
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broke: crowley is jealous about the lovers that aziraphale might have had throughout history woke: crowley isn’t jealous at all - he’s insanely intrigued and every time they get drunk he begs aziraphale to tell the story of how he got each of them into bed and will sometimes interrupt him mid-sentence by saying “i knew that guy!!” followed by a huge grin
if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao
If you and your partner practice frequent, non-sexual consent, your relationship will be healthier and easier.
“Are you comfortable with me ranting about my day for a few minutes?”
“Oh, this is your poetry? Would it be okay if I read it?”
“Do you mind if I use your phone for a few minutes?”
“Wow, your meal looks awesome. Could I try some?”
It will save a lot of grief, especially in a developing relationship. Eventually, with consistent “yes’s” and “no’s” you can figure out more permanent boundaries and guidelines.
“I need to ask before ranting about my day or taking their food, but my partner is okay with me using their phone whenever. However, my partner does not like me reading their poetry unless they offer first.”
“So, I’ve got a question,” Adam said slowly, in the way Aziraphale had come to quite nearly dread. It meant the boy had been thinking, which was a very good thing, of course; but it also meant the question was likely to be of the uncomfortably acute sort that adults of all kinds, human, angel, or demon as they might be, disliked having to answer. The sort that made one feel rather like, well, Adam, the first one, right after the bite of apple but before he’d found himself a convenient leaf.
Quite precisely, Aziraphale set his book aside and slipped his spectacles from his nose, folding in their temples and tucking them with care into the pocket of his jacket. In the cottage’s kitchen, he could hear Crowley bustling about, putting together the tea things; oh, they could always miracle up an afternoon tea, yes, but Aziraphale did think it was so much nicer to have the real thing. And wasn’t it lovely that Crowley agreed?
He smiled at the boy, who was, after all, not quite exactly human. (Oh, they’d handled the thing with his father, of course, but had anyone taken the mother’s heritage – or even her identity? – into account?) “Yes, Adam?” he prompted.
“Right. Only, you’re an angel, right?” said Adam, his mop of muddy-gold curls flopping over his ears in a way which made Aziraphale’s fingers itch for scissors.
“If that’s your question, young man…” Aziraphale said, trailing off in that slightly forbidding way common to schoolteachers of a certain ilk the world over.
“No. I mean, yes. Sort of?” Adam said. “Only, there’s these magazines, the ones Anathema reads? She lets me read them too, when she’s done with them, and there’s this one that’s all about angels….”
“Ah,” Aziraphale sighed. “You mustn’t believe everything you read just because it’s been written down, Adam,” he said, well aware of the irony. “People do write the most astonishing tosh at times.”
“The magazine said there were sorts of angel,” Adam continued, a bit stubbornly. “What sort are you?”
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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
why do we have butt cheeks i dont understand why did we evolve this way
what use do butt cheeks have
a fools guide to not wanting to die anymore
by me, a fool who doesnt wanna die anymore
never make a suicide joke again. yes this includes “i wanna die” as a figure of speech. swear off of it. actually make an effort to change how you think about things.
find something to compliment someone for at least 4 times a day. notice the little things about the world that make you happy, and use that to make other people happy.
talk to people. initiate conversation as often as you possibly can. keep your mind busy and you wont have to worry anymore
picture the bad intrusive thoughts in youe head as an edgy 13 year old and tell them to go be emo somewhere else
if someone makes you feel bad most of the time, stop talking to them. making yourself hang out with people who drain you is self harm. stop it.
*tastes potion like a chef testing the soup* hm. needs more eye of newt.
Rasputin in Popular Culture: Supernaturally vigorous man refuses to die.
Rasputin in Reality: A bunch of nerds who think they know how murder works because they read a book repeatedly fail to kill a man who’s too drunk to realise he’s being murdered.
Most shows with overpowered supernatural characters always try to come up with elaborate excuses to explain why the characters can’t just magic themselves out of every situation. Good Omens doesn’t really do that, but you don’t really question it because you completely buy that these morons are so unequivocally incompetent that they straight up forget that they have the powers of fucking demigods. They’re like high-level d&d characters who only use the same three moves and have completely forgotten about the 73 magic items sitting in their inventory.
Me on Tumblr app after finally reaching the end of a long post I wasn’t interested in:
So answer is yes we do want an Indian Cinderella next
Just finished watching this, and I can honestly say it’s the best Bollywood movie I’ve watched in the longest time. I wasn’t too impressed by the trailer when I watched it, but Nai Lagda came up on a random playlist I was listening to recently, and I’ve been obsessed with it since. So I decided to give the movie a try today (thanks to @chahat-ke-safar 💗💗💗) and it was completely worth it!
A gorgeously shot movie, sweetly written (the humour in the first half reminded me of Malayalam films), and the performances are pretty great too. I wasn’t expecting much from Bhai’s nepotism launches (especially considering the history *cough* Hero, Loveyaatri *cough cough*), but man, did they turn out to be a pleasant surprise. Pranutan has great screen presence, and I really liked her dialogue delivery in particular. (I dislike the dialogue delivery of almost all Bollywood actresses launched post 2007 and at most, tolerate them in their movies.) Zaheer is a little wooden, but likable, and has a nice chemistry with the children. Oh, the children were another reason I was wary of watching the movie, coz I tend to dislike the precociousness they’re forced to perform; but the children in this movie were all great actors, and adorable to boot (especially that one little girl who takes her pet fish Dingu everywhere!) Another notable factor: movies set in J&K always have that stereotypical conflict angle looming, but this movie thankfully subverts that trope. There are mentions of the Kashmiri Pandit exodus and other conflicts in the area as character-building background details, but not in a gratuitous manner that most showcase in “a Kashmir movie”.
I just cannot believe a wonderful little movie like this; focusing on a simpler life and the joy of little things; with a smart, strong, empowering female lead; and a heartwarming bond based on respect; is so woefully ignored, while toxic, misogynist bullshit like Kabir Singh is going on to make 250 crores. Please rectify that, and watch this if you’re in the mood for something that’s sweet, and simple, and fills you with warm, happy feelz!
I don't know what the better crossover is:
Crowley and Aziraphale being each other's assigned soulmates in The Good Place, and Crowley is of course, a mess,
or...
Eleanor the demon and Chidi the angel lose the Antichrist and run around screaming and trying to prevent Armageddon.
Heh *casts RUDE spells on you*