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.... huh.
I might have no men at all? I mean-
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well this was tough.
you don't see a pattern? I do.
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Put four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN"!!
Ill spare you from my animated ones and Kpop boys (for now)
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my type is either goofy or assholes damn.....
@strang3lov3 4 is too little I could barely decide on 6 out of a 1000 of my men. these were just the ones swirling in my head lately
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My thighs are huge cuz they’re full of secrets
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huh. this exists still.
I'll update tonight.
jagadeka veerudu athiloka sundari - part fourteen
(a/n - have you missed me? hellooooo there, sorry for vanishing for six whole months, I just lost the will to write, me thinks. anyway, enjoy? enjoy.
~ juhi <3)
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Bijjaladeva stormed out of the palace, as fast as his legs could carry him. It had been eight whole months since he had seen his son, and he slowly went insane in the huge palace by himself. Kattappa governed the empire on Bhalla’s behalf, adding insult to his father’s injury. Now that his son had finally returned to him, he could be happy.
Or so he had thought.
Bhalla returned to Mahishmati with his fully pregnant wife, her best friend’s words from six months ago ringing in his ears.
Devasena stood a few metres away from Bhalla, her grip on her sword steel-like. “She needs to be at Sundarsi right now, and you know that. Why did you bring her here?” “Because she needs her best friend more.” Bhalla stared ahead, watching the small kingdom.
“Kuntala looks like it has recovered.” Devasena scoffed at his remark and glared at him. “No thanks to you.” Silence settled as her eyes softened slowly. “You can keep her here however long you wish to, but she needs to be at her home to be truly happy. To be safe. Or her child-”
“I can’t take her to Sundarsi, that will alert my father of our whereabouts immediately. I wish to be away from him, for their sake. He would kill them both if we go now. She’s safest here, away from my father’s evil intent.”
He sighed, turning to Devasena. “I need to protect her, and the one coming to us soon. So think of this as me trying to be a good husband.” Devasena kept staring at him, her eyes cold, and she turned to leave. She paused, her back to him. “You need to go to Sundarsi for your wife, though. Her child needs to be born there, and you know that.” Bhalla huffed, nodding.
“I do know what they both need, but for now, let us stay here until the time is right.”
Bijjaladeva froze the minute Aarya set foot into the palace, his eyes bulging out as he stared at her pregnant body, tears filling his eyes as he turned to look at Bhalla, his lips wobbling as he raised a shaky finger up at his son.
“What have you done?” He cried, horrified and disgusted. Bhalla stared coldly at his father as Aarya dutifully bent down slowly to seek Bijjaladeva’s blessings.
“We seek your b-” “Silence, you witch!” Bijjaladeva thundered, glaring at her as he stepped back, looking at her and then at his son. “How could you do this, Bhalla? You wed and now she’s expecting a child?! A child from her is no less than a curse to us, to our kingdom!”
Bhalla silently helped Aarya stand up again, rubbing her belly gently and supporting her back, fondly smiling at her, before turning to coldly stare at his father. “You will not speak ill of my child, Nanna, or of my wife.” Bhalla’s proud smirk peeked through when he called Aarya his wife, and Bijjaladeva fumed.
“Wife? Wife?! You trust this witch of a woman that much? You left your kingdom for months, letting it be governed by a slave, and you returned with this vile woman, swollen with a monster like her, and you expect me to be completely alright with it?!”
Bijjaladeva glared at Aarya and pointed at her belly with disgust, spitting venom.
“Are you even certain that this vile witch is carrying your-”
A dagger materialised in Aarya’s hand as she pointed it at Bijjaladeva’s throat, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she pressed it in enough to draw out blood. Bhalla coldly glared at his father, a protective arm around Aarya.
“Speak however you wish to about me, not a word against my child.” Aarya hissed, stepping forward as Bijjaladeva’s eyes shook, unable to look at her. “You’re old and my king’s father, so I’m bound to give you a little more respect than your worthless self deserves, but don’t mistake my manners and morals as weakness.”
Bhalla calmly pulled her back, gently taking the dagger out of her hands as he smiled at her. “Aarya, you need to rest, come on. Go to our quarters, I’ll be with you shortly. I need to talk to my father.” Aarya nodded, following a few soldiers and maids and leaving, and Bhalla turned to glare at his father.
“Aarya told you to say whatever you want about her, but if you even think of doing so again I’ll slit your throat myself, Nanna. She’s my wife, your daughter-in-law and the Empress of Mahishmati and Sundarsi.”
Bhalla watched as his father’s face crumbled, a flurry of emotions passing through him as the old man choked and stumbled upon his words, tears running down his face.
“You- all this, for a sleazy wo-”
“No. All this, for my woman. For my wife.”
Bhalla glared at him and stepped closer, towering over him as he slowly spoke. “I’m warning you for the last time, Nanna. Not a word against my queen; not a word against the mother of my child.”
Bhalla turned and stalked off as his father was left behind, alone yet again. Bijjaladeva collapsed on the floor, weeping like a lost child, watching the emperor of Mahishmati with his family.
— — —
Aarya sat on her bed, sighing softly as she rubbed her swollen belly, shifting uncomfortably as she settled down. Being pregnant wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world, it’s honestly not talked about enough. The pains, the discomfort, the uneasy changes in the body. Aarya scowled, trying to find some sort of comfort when she heard a chuckle and turned to see her husband watching her, a smug smile on his face. She scowled harder, rolling her eyes.
“Aarya, this is ridiculous, you know that. I still don’t know why you’re so mad at me.” Bhalla waltzed over, gently lifting her and fixing pillows under to make her comfortable exactly how she preferred, moving to sit behind her as he pushed her head into his lap, massaging her head.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m not mad at all, husband.” Aarya refused to sigh out in relief as he massaged her head, his hands slowly moving to her shoulders. “I just wish to know why we are here and not in Sundarsi.”
She sat up and Bhalla smirked, nodding. “You’re not mad, are you?”
“I wish to give birth in my kingdom and you brought me—”
“I brought you here only to show my father how happy you make me, my queen.” Bhalla interrupted gently, cradling her face. “I brought you here so that my wife would step foot in the palace, not just the Queen of Sundarsi. I brought the Empress of Mahishmati, the mother of my heir and my wife to Mahishmati. And I know I did no wrong.”
Aarya stared at him, sighing softly as she moved closer to him, resting her back against his chest as he gently wrapped his arms around her, kissing her temple. She watched as he interlaced his fingers with hers, rubbing his thumb over her fingers as he raised her arm to kiss her fingertips.
“I still wish to give birth in Sundarsi, Bhalla.” She whispered, looking at him softly. “I know, my queen, and you will. Because as much as the child inside is mine, I’m glad you have a bigger claim on the little one.” He kissed her temple again, leaning lower to kiss the place her neck met her shoulder, running a soothing hand over her side.
Aarya smiled softly at his affection, nuzzling into him. “Who do you think it will be? A prince or a princess?” Bhalla chuckled at her question, kissing her cheek. “A warrior, like my wife.”
Aarya blushed and giggled, shaking her head. “Your wife hasn’t been a warrior ever since she’s gotten a child inside her, you know. That’s a long time.”
Bhalla softly stared at Aarya and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “This is also a battle you’re fighting, Aarya. Do you think I don’t notice the doubt and fear in your eyes every single second of the day? The worry, the insecurity, the troubled questions about yourself and this unborn little royal.”
He kissed her, pulling her closer as his hand ran over her back, making her sigh softly. “You’re the strongest woman I’ve had the pleasure of knowing my entire life, and I’m the son of Rajamata Sivagami. I’ve seen you govern your kingdom while on the run, care for me, yourself, our child, help Devasena rebuild her kingdom, not complain a single time about our conditions and push through all of it with the most graceful smile.”
Bhalla caressed her face, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve known women were the fiercest forces on this planet, but I only truly understood how strong after seeing you. I love everything about you, Aarya, and I’ll help in any way that I can to aid you in this internal battle of yours. And if I must take you to your kingdom, I shall.”
Aarya calmly stared at her husband through his monologue, a small smile playing on her lips as she realised just how much Bhalla changed in the last few months, a change even Devasena couldn’t believe despite seeing it with her own eyes.
Aarya kissed his forehead and smiled gently at him, cupping his face. “I’m so proud that my child has you as a father. Amarendra would be, as well.” Bhalla softened at her words, resting his head against hers as they simply basked in each other’s presence.
— — —
Aarya rested in Bhalla’s arms as they sailed to Sundarsi, and he gently rubbed her hips to soothe any of her pains. His father, who came to talk to him, saw him and fumed silently, turning and walking back to his room in the ship, pausing in front of the small statue of Durga Maa that was sailing along with them.
“You… you made me bring that woman into our lives, haven’t you? Fine. I'll be the one to make sure she’s gone as well. Forever.”
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LET ME BOOP YOU
... come over?
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I hate having memory flashbacks like mf I changed, I don’t do that no more, leave me alone
#I THOUGHT GETTING FLASHBACKS IN MY HEAD#KEPT NODDING AS I LIKED IT AND READ THE WHOLE THING#I get it but on god DO YOU GUYS GET FLASHBACKS IN YOUR HEAD LIKE IN CINEMAS AND SERIES#OR IS IT JUST ME-
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I gotta rethink the people I follow on this hellsite. Some of y'all are too good at writing angst like DAMN WHO HURT YOU
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I'm taking this as a challenge.
I gotta rethink the people I follow on this hellsite. Some of y'all are too good at writing angst like DAMN WHO HURT YOU
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actually im curious. reblog this and tag the famous man your mom has the hots for. my mom is really into shemar moore and ryan reynolds
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not to mention the hug and heart emojis 👀👀👀
Why are you as a man calling another man to the battlefield ?! You miss him that much king 👀
How about we start with a drink, a cigarette, a conversation no????!!
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oH—
I am thinking and feeling things OH TO SEE NANAMI IN DHOTI—
South Desi vibes 🛕🪷
Finally, the art as I promised before 👉👈 who looks the best?
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:)
"have you learned how to drive yet" i have the spirit of friendship in my heart. the joy of lifes little things in my soul. the whimsy of magic. the beautiful enjoyment of nature. the answer is no though
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NO WAIT I THINK HE MISUNDERSTOOD HER AS "A" BLACK??? EVEN THEN HE"S BEING A DICK BUT DAMN MF YOU RACIST???
im screaming
DRACO WTH I WAS LITERALLY FLABBERGASTED
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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
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you're not a bitch, my love. you're the bitch.
ardhamainda raja?
If this post gets a lot (let's say 10k because that's impossible) I'm going to start writing poetry again .
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me reading this in the middle of the night, delirious and tired: my homie is a use-and-throw toy with no personality?
deva: a weapon.
the movie does everything to show us that deva holds no agency over himself or his actions and that he has no ambition whatsoever.
his main trait is loyalty, and this is emphasized again and again.
• he is enraged at the mistreatment of aadhya, but where an actual 'hero' would save her, disregarding any rules or conditions – he remains bound by his mother's words.
• he is a weapon in the hands of anybody he gives his loyalty too, and throughout the movie, all of his actions aren't really credited to him, but to the person he commits these acts for/with permission of:
1. in the first scene, we see both deva and varadha, without hesitation, understand that deva has to complete the task for varadha's honor
2. it's evident, when bilal tells aadhya, that the only person who can keep her safe is 'amma' (because it is true, only deva's mother can allow deva to help)
3. when we are first introduced to deva, it is through his mother describing him as a "blood-shedding weapon"
4. when varadha comes to ask deva to accompany him, the narration doesn't feel accurate. varadha has barely voiced his request for deva to go with him – it is actually deva who wants to protect him after seeing his condition, but the narration is:
"on one hand varadha had decided to take deva, no matter what, and on the other hand, his mother would not allow him to go"
further emphasizing that deva is comparable to an object between the only two people who 'own' him
5. in the first action sequence, after his mother releases him from the promise he made to her, we have this shot:
framing deva's mother as if it is her who is responsible for that first blow
6. even after she has given him agency over himself, he still follows his mother's orders, not bothering to put any energy into what he thinks is the correct thing to do
7. we also see this when radha rama blames varadha for vishnu's death and has to be reminded that – no. it was the new guy who dealt the blow.
8. and again, when naarang heads in varadha's direction, completely disregarding deva and all of deva's attempts to provoke him, even though deva is the one who killed vishnu
it's an interesting way of depicting his personality – the movie equates him to a weapon at every turn, either metaphorically or though dialogue
which also makes it extremely significant, that the ONLY TIME deva has ever acted on his own (according to what we know) is when he:
1. went against his mother: to make a promise to varadha instead
2. did not follow varadha's explicit instructions: and pleaded with naarang to leave varadha alone
deva only breaks free from the narrative for varadha – which really speaks about varadha's importance and the power that varadha holds over deva.
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indian household
ghar ki badi beti = man of the house
ghar ka chota beta = mummy ki pari
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