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Kiya, you're the first person who I follow, who are a Yuuji & Sukuna fan but not shipping them. Like, it's so cool....Most JJK fan that I know are people who love either one of them, hate both of them, or love both of them (and must shipping them romantically)....Do you think in the end, Yuuji is the one who will kill Sukuna for good?

Thanks @epickiya722 for sharing your fanfics and many reviews and analysis (especially for BNHA & JJK). Love reading them 💐🌻🌷

I prefer tumblr then twitter. I sometimes tired to see many negative comments around fandom. You're right, Kiya,.there are many people who love to talk negatively about a certain fandom, like if you hate it that much, why not just stop watching or reading them (yes 'a certain fandom' that I mean are BNHA & JJK)......

Is that rare?! To like both characters and not ship them?

Anyways!!

To that question, I do!! I'll be honest, I think out of all the characters, it would make sense if Yuji is the one to land the final attack and ending Sukuna for good. It honestly frightens me a little that this makes it possible that some of the other characters may be put out commission. But! Let's think about it!

I apologize beforehand because I know this is going to get long!

It makes sense to me that Yuji is the one to kill Sukuna because out of the characters, who annoys Sukuna the most? Who does he view now as his "main dish" because of his unbreakable resolve? Yuji Itadori!

This kinda plays into some thoughts of mine I'm working on.

For one, I think of Yuji and Sukuna's relationship as more twisted version of Yugi Muto and Yami Yugi (to an extent, Ryou and Yami Bakura).

A while back, in this post, I talked a little about how JJK share some similarities to YGO, which apparently Gege likes, I don't know, I read a post. I believe so with the references thrown in there and again, similarities that could be coincidences.

Yuji and Yugi have similar names, spiky multicolored hair (black, pink and blond... Yuji used to be blond), they're high school students who wear blue uniforms, raised by their grandfathers who also happen to look like the spirit possessing them in some way, they stick to their morals, got possessed by a spirit with a "King" title through a cursed objects...

Both stories involve something about souls, Kenjaku rocked the Bandit Keith special, in the anime, you can see Gojo hold a DVD that looks like Bonds Beyond Time (I have a post here showing so)...

That's all I can capture, but thinking about all that I wondered "well, how funny it would be if Yuji turns out to be Sukuna's reincarnation? Like his soul reborn just like Yugi is to Yami/Atem?"

If that's the case, then for sure it would be possible for another similarity to be thrown in.

At the end of YGO, guess what happens to Yami and Yugi? Spoiler, Yugi beats Yami in a duel for Yami to pass onto the afterlife.

In a way, it was like he was putting his past self to rest.

So couldn't it be possible for Yuji to do the same to Sukuna? Put the King of Curses to rest as he should be? Sukuna was reawaken into an era he does not belong to. It's something I don't see talked about a lot. A clash of generations.

Think of Gojo and the Higher-Ups. Gojo doesn't like their ways of handling the Jujutsu world. Another example, Kirara's technique is more "new age" which the HUs don't care for.

With Sukuna, in 248, he's used his opponents being people who fight him to prove something or fearing him. Now? Yuji breaks that mold. He's not someone fighting Sukuna to entertain him or even fears him. He's mad at him, he hates him and doesn't seek for his praise or to please him. He has accepted that he is a Jujutsu sorcerer.

Sukuna was used to his "old" ways, that he didn't account for Yuji to come at him with a different or "new" vibe.

So yeah, Yuji being the one to kill Sukuna would be fitting in my opinion. He was created to be Sukuna's vessel, but who says he couldn't also have been created to be Sukuna's threat? I mean, it is funny that Yuji was able to suppress Sukuna with ease.

Okay, that was long! 😆

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Seriously, it's like do some of these people ever enjoy anything and want to talk about those things?

I get not enjoying something, but the endless cycle of complaining that "this chapter is too short", "that wasn't how I wanted it go", even "break again"!

Like, damn! Is there anything in the chapter you did like? Oh, now writers and artists can't take breaks? Wonder why we have strikes...

I'm not always optimistic, but I like some enjoyment in my life, too. Post some funny memes, write about why you like a character, ramble about a ship fic you like ans trust me you will feel so much better, folks.

Also, thank you, Anon!! 🌸💜💫

I don't think of myself as a bigtime blog with analysis and theory posts, but just someone who likes to share her many thoughts. I don't except anyone to agree with me or anything. I just have thoughts that I just post.

I really hate to bring things like this to the TL again. But much like before, I am blocked by the account and cannot directly respond on there so, ill do my best without proper ss from the post.

Some of you by now may have seen a “call out” post by the CC creator Tomiochan. Now, while I do not condone death threats of any sort, none were ever sent to him directly, and instead a friend of mine used a joke in poor taste in a server that none of us are in any longer. As far as myself in those ss, I absolutely did call Tomio an “asshat”. Now whether it was my business or not, I felt as if the way he talked to his boyfriend when he made a mistake in the server to be super rude. I felt bad. Thus the reason I called him an asshat 😭 and I stand by that and anything else I said 100% because I can own up to my words.

Now before you go throwing stones at me, I said that in the comfort of a GC with people I felt were safe! Two of them I am no longer friends with which explains the screenshots now being brought to light. Was it wrong? Sure. Words are harsh. People certainly talk bad about me too in their own spaces. Nothing I can do about that. I was still respectful on spaces I shared with Tomio. Yes, I thought he was an asshole. No that doesn’t mean I thought he was a terrible person. I had an opinion based on interactions I saw. It really was that simple. We have our ways. I know I do too and I can certainly be accountable.

As far as some of the stuff he said about pulling the race card? Well ill let the ss from the conversation speak for themselves because I pulled no race cards and was left baffled at the attempts to twist what I was saying 😭 For reference I am vi_ncu in these and DABI (discord handle). No I am not Kiya. Those ss are not of me. I don’t know why he was adamant about that being me.

Im getting extremely tired of non black POC and white people in this community making me out to be this extreme aggressor who manipulates people, but then hitting 0 points when attempting to call me out. All because of someone im friends with who happens to be younger than me. The emphasis on our ages is also extremely odd as well. They are grown, as am I. The anti black undertones I have been subjected to time and time again are becoming exhausting and quite frankly, annoying. I will be accountable and admit when I am wrong. But I promise me having an opinion about someone, with my friends, is not as harmful as this is being made out to be. And I apologized if my words hurt. Thats all I could offer. Anyway, all of you have critical thinking skills so I implore you to use those while reading all of this. Im completely fine with being wrong, but I won’t be slandered without full context and made to be some monster. Heres the full convo of when I was confronted. (Sorry some of these ss are so bad I was on my phone 😭)

Having to attach these ss a bit all over the place because you can only post 10 so im super sorry about that! Check quotes for the rest of the ss.

Another film that's epic.... Pata hai yeh gaana single shot mein film kiya gaya tha(means no cuts) it took somewhere around 30 takes and its some of the best piece of cinematography i have seen

Also i am very tired and sleep

Personally, I'm kinda just waiting for the inevitable corrupted Tommy reveal cause I just know it's gonna happen lmao. Also loved how this issue had Kim finally talking to someone about everything that's happening, girly needed it (plus the showing that hey she still loves her boyfriend -but that could be my tomberly heart-)

Also of course, best girl herself returning. Drakkon's gonna be so pissed that this happened to her akfjdjfn

Last issue confirmed Dark Specter can't corrupt Tommy due to the White Light, so I'm pretty sure that's not happening - but I'm just waiting for the inevitable corrupted Kim reveal, because that's been built up to for issues upon issues at this point and I'm getting tired of them drawing it out.

The Kim/Jason scene was nice, I do like their brother/sister dynamic, but I'm really not sure how to feel about her whole "I don't know what being a ranger means anymore with Zedd and Drakkon and Kiya!!" thing. I know she's partially speaking out of grief for Tommy, but I'm not sure why evil Rangers are getting to her like this when....she's met many evil rangers before this? idk, I need more elaboration on where they're going with this with her. Her blaming herself for all of this happening was a fine enough arc for her to be going through.

But anyway yeah all this is moot because the Drakkon/Slayer reunion - and FINALLY following up on what happened in The Coinless - is literally the only thing I've wanted from this event, so hopefully it delivers!!!!!

psssst mun, tell us a good thing that has happened to you today (or recently)! if you want to, i mean. let your dash be happy along with you too!

Well, it's been about two weeks or so now and MOST peeps on here know this but we recently adopted a husky/german shepard mix. She is my brother's dog and her name is Kiya.

She's been an utter handful and a terror, but she is so cute and I am happy my brother has another doggo. He's been wanting one for the last two to three years since his last one passed away, plus he needed this too.

So, that is pretty much the latest with me and the fam. Been busy with our good little girl and such, it's been tiring but we love her so much.

What's a song you've listen to in the past few days that you really like?

Kiya, I might have to make a list for you 😅 I just got finished making an album for Rody, which introduced me to a lot of catchy songs! Those, plus my favorites, and you're in for quite a list under the cut. Hope you're ready, lol.

Incident Occurs (This song is so high-energy, I can't keep it out of my head! It makes me want to go for a run - which probably won't happen for a while, but hey, a girl can imagine, lol)

Comatose (This song makes me angry-sad. I can't help but sing along to the chorus when it comes on. It's just so catchy!)

Save My Soul (Where do I even begin with this song. I am very picky about country music, but for some reason the beat instantly caught in my mind. The overall meaning behind the words combined with the twang in the singer's voice and the amazing beat + acoustic guitar has made this a fast favorite of mine.)

Numb My Sins (I've had this song for a while now - I put it in my Tidal Wave album - but I recently relistened to it, and I think I forgot just how much I loved it. It's so real. You can feel the emotions the singer feels viscerally. The song itself is really simple - just the singer's voice and a guitar - but I think that's the beauty of it.)

Skeleton (I only really found this song because of this video, but it's super catchy. The rap part melds perfectly with the more lyrical-sounding verses, and the melody! *chef's kiss*)

Liar (This song also came from that YT cosplayer - here - but it's so, super catchy. it's mainly because I always remember the video whenever I listen to it, and who doesn't want a dancing and smiling Dabi in their head whenever they listen to a song? lol)

Dash & Drive (This was an instant favorite for me! The intense bass always makes me smile and the electronic/techno undertones!!! Brain go brrrrrr)

Destin (I recently downloaded this game and absolutely loved the soundtracks. The gameplay itself is cute and whimsical while also being suspenseful and horrific, but not gory. This track was so intense that I had to download it. It's like the ultimate boss music, which is strange because most of the other soundtracks from this game have been playful-ish.)

Brouillard (This is from the same game as the previous song, but it's much more chill. It's not as high on my list of favorites, but it's one of those 'there's never a bad time for this song' tracks.)

The Long Song (This has been a favorite song of mine ever since I first heard it. It keeps getting back into my head randomly, even if I haven't listened to it in a while. It's such a soothing song that it's another one that I don't think I'll ever get tired of.)

I have more, but I decided to limit myself to ten, lol. I'll always have music to share, so if you ever want to hear more music, just send me an ask!

Also, here's my Rody album:

Not Just “Bhaijaan”, But “Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan” (KBKJ)!

When it’s time for action, no one does it better than Bhaijaan! But this time Bhaijaan is back to prove that he is not just “Bhaijaan” but “Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan”! Of course, he might have got tired with all, including women, addressing him as "Bhaijaan". That’s why he might have wanted to prove to the audience that he is someone’s “Jaan” too, and not just a universal “Bhai”. Introducing The One And Only Bhaijaan! https://youtu.be/K36D16cvum4 Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan (KBKJ): Starring Salman Khan! https://youtu.be/bGM490nJoDE Jokes apart! Bollywood’s megastar Bhaijaan is all action in this intense raw action-drama! Directed by Farhad Samji and produced by Bhaijaan himself, this action-packed family drama runs for 2 hours and 30 minutes and made its worldwide theatrical release on April 21, 2023. The Track “Naiyo Lagda Dil Tere Bina” Featuring Salman Khan And Pooja Hegde https://youtu.be/lzEop75AeOk Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan (KBKJ) Synopsis: An aging self-defense trainer named Bhaijaan (Salman Khan) hasn’t married yet. He has three younger brothers whom he himself has brought up. In fact, the aging Bhaijaan has vowed never to marry. Bhaijaan’s three younger brothers have nothing to do except for enjoying their lives and hitting on women. The three brothers find their respective love interests but are unable to marry them as their elder brother is still unmarried. So, the three of them decide to find a girlfriend for him. They come across a girl (Pooja Hegde) who seemed to be an ideal match for him. However, that girl's family has an enmity with a local henchman (Jagapathi Babu). Now it is up to Bhaijaan to win her love along with saving her and her family from the dreadful henchman. Let the action begin as Salman Khan single-handedly takes on Jagapathi Babu and his enormous gang of henchmen! Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan (KBKJ) Official Trailer: https://youtu.be/bsi8_9EoYyg The Good: Thrilling High-Octane Action! The action sequences in Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan are thrilling to watch. Salman, who is nearing 60, can be seen bashing up goons and henchmen to protect his on-screen love. The henchmen are after his love’s family due to some past enmity, and Bhaijaan goes to every extent to protect her and her family from harm. If you ask me, such action and fight sequences are common in Salman Khan’s films. He bashes up villains in his unique style and throws them helter-skelter. That’s what makes the crowd roar and applaud while watching his films! Salman Khan’s Dialogue Delivery The best parts of Salman are his acting style and dialogue delivery. There is no doubt why he charges a whopping INR 125 Crore for a movie. Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan consists of very absurd dialogues. But the way Salman delivers them is mind-blowing! His attitude, charisma, and style of delivering dialogues are the factors that make him stand apart from any veteran actor in Bollywood. For instance, a charismatic attitude-driven dialogue by Salman from the movie goes, “Mera Koi Naam Nahi Hain, Lekin Main Bhaijaan Naam Se Jaana Jaata Hoon” which means, “I don’t have a name, but people call me Bhaijaan (Brother)”. The manner in which he narrated this dialogue, with his macho expressions and heavy voice, was simply outstanding. Salman's pairing with Bhagyashree in Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan brings back the memories of his early-career romantic movies like "Maine Pyaar Kiya". Bhagyashree has a special appearance in this movie as Bhaijaan's past love interest with whom he was unable to get married due to his personal dilemma. The actors who played the role of Bhaijaan’s younger brothers are some unpopular newbies in the industry. People like them come and go in Bollywood. You see them in one film, and never see them ever again! Besides, when you are talking about someone like Salman Khan, who is a brand in himself, then bringing unpopular guys to the topic is not justified. https://youtu.be/MpIVk-M-tMQ High-Quality Cinematography The camerawork in Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan by V. Manikandan is of high-quality. The backgrounds comprise of exotic locations in Mumbai, Hyderabad, and Ladakh which have been beautifully captured. The Bad: Distorted Screenplay Bollywood, as usual, has now copied the 2014 Tamil-language action-drama Veeram and presented it as Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan in Hindi. In fact, Salman himself happens to be the producer of this film. So, the credits for this adapted screenplay go to him. In Veeram it’s the same story as Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan. An aging man was not getting married. So, his younger brothers decided to get him married so that they themselves can get married! And in Veeram, it was South India’s action-star Ajith Kumar who fought with the villains to save the day. In spite of the intense action, Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan fails to entertain as a family drama! Farhad Samji's adapted screenplay, narrative style, and direction are weak. The adapted script and screenplay are extremely distorted which makes the movie less engaging. The scenes frequently jump from one instance to another which makes the drama lose its flow as well as emotional involvement. The audience may get confused while matching a particular sequence with its following one. In fact, this drama appears as a distorted television program of mini-episodes rather than a film. The narrative style of the Tamil-language action-drama Veeram was weak, which in turn negatively impacts this adapted Hindi drama of Bollywood. https://youtu.be/ZfeofMXu9is Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan was supposed to be an action-comedy drama. However, upon seeing it, you will find it lacking in humor. I mean, there sure is comedy in it but that comedy is poorly scripted, and it fails to make you laugh. Also, this film does no justice to the family-drama genre. The emotions portrayed in it fail to create an impact as the drama, due to its distorted and fluctuating script, fails to involve and engage the audience. In certain scenes, you will see Salman Khan, his on-screen family members, and relatives becoming emotional and crying. But the scripting of the scenes is so weak that you don’t get emotionally attached to the characters. https://youtu.be/5bAxTGjcLs4 Beautiful Actresses But Weak-Looking Villains Actresses like Pooja Hegde, Shehnaaz Gill, and Palak Tiwari appeared beautiful. They had relevant roles as the love interests of Salman and his younger brothers in the movie. However, villains like Jagapathi Babu and Vijender Singh appeared malnourished in front of Salman’s beefy personality. Even if Vijender Singh happens to be a world-class boxing champion; he still doesn’t match up to Salman’s personality in this film. And talking of Jagapathi Babu, he is well above 60. He appears like a thin old man instead of a dreaded villain in front of Salman. If you ask me, having villains like them just for the sake of it makes the storyline lose its impact. If you compare the villains of 1990s Bollywood movies with modern-day villains, they just don't match up. Villains in the 1990s Bollywood movies had such powerful personalities that they could even outnumber the heroes of that era. Indian culture emphasizes that after the older sibling marries, the younger siblings can get married. So, all the tensions aroused just because of this orthodox Indian culture. If you ask me, this is a very ordinary culture-based plot. However, to spice it up with action, villains have been introduced in this family drama. https://youtu.be/B7OUHcz2tEw The Fakeness Involved While Portraying Salman Khan If I start discussing about Salman’s fakeness in detail, it will probably be covered in five to six pages. So, I will cover it in short. If you happen to see Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan, you will find Salman, who is actually 57 years old, looking like a 30-year-old guy in certain scenes. The fact is, those scenes have been shot by reforming his facial features using VFX technology to make him look like a young man. He used to look like that 20 years ago. Now, without VFX and make-up, he looks like what you are seeing on the right side of this picture. Salman Khan nowadays is entirely VFX. I doubt which part of him is original. In some instances, his body is beefed up using VFX to make him appear like Brock Lesnar or Braun Strowman. Reports even reveal that his abdominal muscles showcased in movies are fake, and are created using VFX technology. Some other scenes in Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan showcase him to be a brawny man with long hair and an unkempt beard. So, he has sported different looks in this movie and not to forget, everything is possible with the help of VFX technology and make-up! In reality, if you come across Salman, you will find him with wrinkles and sagging skin all over his face as he is aging. But he successfully hides that all in his films! I don’t know whether to address this as Good or Bad! The Famous Lungi Dance: Featuring Salman Khan With Ram Charan And Daggubati Venkatesh! https://youtu.be/xb59o_op8Z0 The Verdict: Almost all the songs in Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan are absurd. They lack rhythm as well as melody. There are some cheesy tracks where the old man has tried to look cool but has ended up messing them up with his awkward dance moves. I would sincerely request him to please have some mercy on us. I know you have the power to do anything you like on the big screens, but please, for God’s sake, do not give us such visual torture. It is torture to see you fold up a towel above your thighs and dance with awkward moves while displaying your aging calf muscles. No offense, but this is very much annoying. However, I personally liked one song from this movie, which is “Naiyo Lagda Dil Tere Bina” where he performed squats in the name of dance moves. https://youtu.be/TxJIfNtvPj4 https://youtu.be/o2GKlm_27co Salman Khan is popularly known as the “Bhaijaan” or “Brother” in Bollywood. Big Bro of all Bollywood stars and his fans, I must say! He makes and destroys careers in Bollywood. The one who messes with him can become victim to his enormous wrath, and will never ever be seen again on the screens. But this Big Bro of Bollywood has a very disturbing fan following. He is a man of the masses. As a handsome aging and angry man, you would expect him to be a heartthrob among women. But no! His crores of fans mostly comprise men rather than women! I am not saying this mindlessly, but I am saying this after having done some surveys. Many young men in India want to beef up like him. In fact, one of them was me. During my younger years, when I saw him dancing shirtless on the stage to the 1998-released “O Oh Jaane Jaana” pop song, I myself decided to build a beefy physique like him. And now, because of the inspiration that I gained from him in the past, today I am a 120 Kg monster. With all regret, I feel that I shouldn’t have taken it this far. Bulking up too much has health consequences. During my younger years, almost all gyms in India used to have his shirtless wallpapers where he would be shown flaunting his beefy physique. One day, when I was working out at a renowned gym, a hue and cry erupted. Salman Khan is going to enter, and vacate the gym immediately! After he entered the gym, he started bench-pressing, and we all watched him from a distance. Coming to the interviews, I asked hundreds of men and women about how they found Salman Khan. Unfortunately, very few women find him attractive. Nowadays, women are mostly into younger stars like Kartik Aaryan, Sidharth Malhotra, and Varun Dhawan. The ones who really find Bhaijaan attractive are men! Some men are so obsessed with him that they want to have an affair with him! I don’t want to elaborate much on the interviews, but yes, they are for sure disturbing. Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan, to some extent, signifies the real-life situation of Salman. In real life, in spite of his age, he happens to be an eligible bachelor. A fact is that Salman might appear as a “hero” in films, but in real life, he is the biggest villain in Bollywood. To be precise; What Is Fear, Ask That Deer! Read the full article

“Damn— I’d hate to see the other guy.”

((I figured I'd just throw my girl at you c: and we can just see what happens?))

[[all good with me. @xkaekox ]]

So it was a hard fight. A particular nasty one. And granted Kiya had been going up at the target alone, but given the fact that the mission was only supposed to be an A-rank and yet the sheer effort involved and the risk suggested otherwise, it was not expected that she would be properly compensated. Even if she looked like she went through shit, which she did.

Her mask had been broken about halfway through and from there everything went downhill. Large bruises were already forming on her face, along with the telltale signs of a black eye. Had the turtleneck not been covering her up, there would've been more bruising to be seen. As it was she also had rips and cuts all along the fabric of her appendages, and several drying bloodstains that would be a pain to get out if she wasn't careful. Her braid had already been undone and at this point her long hair was becoming more of a nuisance.

And yet...

"You want I still have the body scroll with his head," slips out, as she side eyes Kaekō, not quite sure exactly what the other kunoichi was up to. Because she had yet to turn in said proof of death and be properly compensated, of course, and they were still just getting sorted with the paperwork. "Maybe give it a kiss?" Well, that might be a bit rude, but she's tired and snippy and wanting a shower.

WOA WOAH WOAH OK OK SO RANT COMING THROUGH AND ITS ABOUT NORTH INDIAN SOAPS AND IMMA PUT UP A READ MORE BECAUSE IT'S GONNA BE SSOOOOOO LONG PLEASE PLEASE READ IT IF YOU CAN.

so recently, my mom is having some free time to herself so she's been catching up on her habit of watching north-indian soaps and since i want to spend some mom-daughter time with her, i was like, why not? so i watch them with her. and there are so many thing that left me feeling like, "2021?!!!! THIS???? IN THE 21ST DECADE OF THE TWENTY FIRST CENTURY????"

impromptu dulha/dulhan badalna? marriages for the sake of revenge?????: bro, is it literally janamo janamo ka saath ya ghaas katai???? AREY SHAADI KAR RAHE HO LADDU NAHI BAT RAHE HAIN KI HAA JO MANDAP PE BAITHEGA USKO DO MOTI CHOOR EXTRA and fucking imagine what the dulha/dulhan feels like after this???? nahi what? unka to kat gaya na! arey yaar IMAGINE THEY HAVE TO SPEND THEIR ENTIRE LIFE WITH THIS PERSON!!!! AUR USS PERSON KO SWAP KAR DIYA USKE BHAI/BEHEN SE??? accha chalo ab ho bhi gayi shaadi theek hai talaq kara do na that's the sensible next step BUT NAHI SHAADI EK PAVITRA RISHTA HAI ISKA MAAN KARNA CHAIYE AREY TO YEH PAVITRATA SONE GAYI THI JAB TUMNE EK DUSRI AURAT KO MANDAP PE BITHA DIYA??? KUCH SENSE BANTA HAI ISS BAAT KA??

no other religion/culture except the one that has the lead: ni matlab christianity hota hi kya hai???? exist hi nahi karta hai bhai islam kya hota hai?? arey allah hu allah hu qawali na haina? bas na? like imagine it's marwari or pretends to be (pss pss ye rishta kya kehlata hai) to behen ke pakodo bas hindu hote hain rajasthan me hain?? aisa hai to main jiss school jaati hu woh to exist hi nahi karta ha fir yaa to main khud hi catfish hu ya main bhi exist nahi karti bhoot se baat karte ho tum log yaha par?? aur aisa nahi hai ki accha delhi me set hai show EK AUR RELIGION/CULTURE DIKHA DO NAHI NAHI NAHI delhi is so diverse you would loose your shit figuring out kitne religions/cultures hain udhar ek yusuf ya joseph sunayi de jaaye mere kaano se shehed behne lag jaaye maa kasam bata rahi hu AUR JAB MAJOR MINORITIES LIKE MUSLIM AUR CHRISTIANS KO HI REP NAHI MILTA TO GHANTA AFGHANS KO YA JEWS KO YA SYRAIN CHRISTIANS KO YA IMMIGRANTS KO YA SCHEDULED CASTES KO MILEGA??

AUR JANAAB AGAR REP DE BHI RAHEIN HAIN TO ITNI WAHIYAAT ULTI EW: let me explain, there was this show jisme romantic interest was from Chennai ok. HAR TIME USKI MUMMY AIYYO BOLTI REHTI THI AND LIKE— NOT ONE HINT OF AN ACCENT PERFECT STEREOTYPE (and i used to die each time she said that) AND EK MUSLIM CHARACTER JISKA NAAM THA "BENAZEER-BANU-MUMTAZ" NAHI MUGHAL HI BANA DETE EK KAAM KARO MUJRA KARWAO AB ISSE AND LIKE— *goes to cry in a corner* *comes back* SHE DIDN'T LIKE HER PARENTS AT ALL HER ABBA FORCED HER TO WEAR THE NIQAB— LIKE— ILL CRY OH OH WAIT ITS GETS BETTER SHES IN LOVE WITH A HINDU WHO TREATS HER LIKE SHIT AND HATES HER RELIGION AND MEAT OH OH AND GUESS WHAT SHES GETTING FORCED MARRIED TO AN OLD GUY A MULLAH TO BE SPECIFIC EK MUSLIM KO CONSULT NAHI KIYA HOGA YE SHOW BANATE HUE NOT ONE EK YUN IKKA.

sexism??? itna jyaada?? aur harrasment like this is illegal wala harrasment: bahu ho tameez me raho. bado se aise baat karte hain kya? saas ka hukum chalane uska haq hai. zuban kainchi ki tarah chal rahi hai. jangli murgi (yea ifkr). and in the old saath nibhana saathiya her mother-in-law literally tried to kill her, made her work in the kitchen like a slave, her husband emotionally abused her like out of nowhere, made her sleep on the floor, calls her uneducated "not worth being his wife" and like people went along with it?? also another subtle thing the guys in the show wear westernised outfits like pants and shirts and with decades those changed pants and shirts became tees and jeans and tees and jeans became shorts and hoodies BUT if the woman steps out of her bold red saari and mangalsutr or a suit/anarkali that i wouldn't even wear at my brother's wedding she is a "chudail" "par aagaye hain" "not sanskari anymore" and unconventional beauty and behavioral standards??? behen sola shringaar karke sone kaun jaata hai?? stalking is normalised, harassing normalised, domestic abuse normalised, trashy behaviour from in-laws and husband normalised and the list goes on.

pettiest of problems istg: ek rasam nahi maani, ladki wale humari ghulami nahi karte, she isn't a p*rnstar, ladka ameer nahi hai, bahu ne chalees jano ke liye khana time pe nahi banaya, bahu maaike se aadhe ghante me nahi aayi, bahu ke ladke dost hain, THE BAHU HAS TO BE PERFECT BUT LEAST SHOULD BE EXPECTED FROM THE BETA BECAUSE MEN WILL BE MEN.

classism, casteism at its finest: life is fun until you understand that "woh sanskaari hai, acche khaandaan ki hai" and "woh sundar, susheel aur sanskari hai" just means that she is patriarchal/admits to patriarchy and is rich, a virgin, uppercaste and is beautiful according to european beauty standards.

toxic relationships: "maa kabhi galat nahi chaahti hai" "baapuji kabhi galat nahi hote hain" "bhabhi ka kehna patthar ki lakeer hai" "bhaiyya ko bhagwan ki tarah maano" "tum sirf aur sirf meri ho" "usko to main wapis le kar rahungi" "iss ka to main jeena haraam kar dungi" you're lying if you've never heard at least one of them.

LIKE Y'ALL DONT REALISE I HATE THIS CULTURE SO BAD. LIKE I WANT A SOAP WITH A DALIT, AN AFGHAN, A JEW, A MUSLIM AS A LEAD. A LESBIAN PERSON, AN ARO-ACE PERSON, A DEMIROMANTIC PERSON, A BISEXUAL PERSON, A HIJRA, AN INTERSEX PERSON AS A LEAD.

IM SO TIRED OF SEEING THE NARRATIVE THAT OH! THIS RICH PRIVILEGED UPPERCASTE LITTLE SHIT DOESNT HAVE LOVE IN HIS LIFE HAWW DESPITE BEING ABUSIVE, HAVING A CONTROLLING MOTHER, OBSESSIVE AND UNFAITHFUL HAWWWWW AND WANTS A GIRL WHO'S A VIRGIN NEVER HAS TALKED TO A MAN ONCE AND SUBMITS TO HIM LIKE A SLAVE SO SAD BOOHOO.

I WANT YOU TO ACKNOWLEDGE WHATS WRONG WITH INDIA CAUSE THERE'S SO MUCH. TOO MUCH.

So You can rest.

Kiya and Kivera.

Mentions my pairing with Kiya and Aymeric. and Polyship with Shuri.

Shuri belongs to @snow-covered-moon

Kiya had ventured on her own, she had to revisit the garden. She had heard some of it was saved. She had to revisit the grounds she and Aymeric made vows for eternity on.

She holds alot of fears as she pays respects to those Eorzea lost to Bahamut’s flames that day when Fandaniel surfaced. Would an attack hit her without anyone, she walked through the archway and sighs in relief seeing how fast other botanists worked to replenish the grounds.

She can still smell the scorched ground in memory, it was one of the last few times she stood in a battlefield. Aymeric had shielded her, he had more to lose than just her.

She kneels down at the center of the garden and presses a hand to her stomach the memory of Alyse. Habit from being pregnant, hers and Aymeric’s daughter is safe back in Ishgard under Aymeric’s care. He understood when she had to go see the garden when it was back open to public. He would have gone with her, but agreed that they would go together when their anniversary comes up.

Kiya doesn’t know how long she was in prayer, long enough that someone else chances on her.

Kivera touches her feet faint on the ground, she followed at behest of Aymeric. She could watch over her in secret or make her presence known. The beings they were facing were beyond normal magic. Kivera a perfect stand-in for himself.

“Kiya, you should keep your awareness up even in prayer.” Kivera breaks through the silence, and Kiya looks over her shoulder to the reaper. She would never let anything happen to her.

“Did Aymeric send you?” Kivera nods brief, and Kiya looks down at the mosaic pattern on the tiles. From blood shed on the field to marriages then scorched ground. She can faintly see burn markings where restorations were missed.

“He means well, it is dangerous lately.” Kiya stands to face her, seeing Kivera something eased her mind. They shared similar features, her doing to make sure she doesn’t remember Hecate. She even gave her, her name and took on the new one. Kivera.

“What does Kivera mean?” Kiya regards her in reverence.

“In my home tongue, it was suppose to mean sunshine. Today, it is just a fancy form to Chimera.” The angel opens her wings, letting her left one shimmer white before resuming black under a guise.

“It’s a good name, you bring light to those in darkness.” Kivera’s eyes widen a little at this thought. She shakes her head, and folds her arms behind her back at the wrists. She can see the wear on Kiya though, the battles, the stress, the fears of whether the next fight she was in would be her last one.

“I want to step down from the mantle permanently.” Kiya looks away from Kivera saying this. Kiya is a skilled black mage, one that had earned her name and titles across Eorzea. Kivera thinks it over.

“I thought so.” Kivera hovers a hand underneath Kiya’s face to tilt it up to look at her darker green to her own bright eyes.

“I’m afraid of disappointing the Scion’s though...” Kiya narrows her eyes at this one, she had seen the same frustrations run through Shuri when she stepped down for a while after Ardbert and for that brief time of losing Lilith.

“This is your path, not theirs. Don’t feel bad for doing and following what you want. They have others willing to keep fighting.” Kivera doesn’t try changing her mind, it is a choice she would grant her.

“So you’re not going to tell me different?” Kiya is a little surprised to this.

“Why should I, someone who detests forcing people to choose against their wills, make someone who wants to escape fighting.. continue to do something like that? I’ll take your roll, how about that. If you ever feel the need to return, you can.” Kivera offers her a way out, and Kiya takes it resting her head on the hand.

“I’m so tired of fighting.. I just wanted to adventure and have fun. Not save worlds from catastrophe all the time. I hate being selfish... but I also don’t want Aymeric or Alyse to lose me.. I know Aymeric will still fight.. but I don’t want to anymore.” Kivera remarks her with reverence.

“Be sure to tell him that when you get home. He’ll be happier that someone will remain for Alyse. She is a future to Ishgard. Go raise a wonderful daughter.” Kivera presses her forehead to Kiya’s head brief to take on her essence. Those that are not Scion’s or warriors of light, those that know her. Will see Kiya’s form in her place, instead of Kivera’s. Those that know her, they will see the angel in all her glory.

Kivera waves her off, paying her way back with a airship. Kivera on the other hand makes her way to Mor Dhona for the next meeting Kiya was called to. To take over officially.

Kivera walks through the entrance to the Rising Stones, and is greeted to a few shocked faces in G’raha Tia, Alphinaud, and Estinien seeing her, in Kiya’s place. G’raha Tia steps back a little seeing Kivera, still on edge around her warnings. he had not done any blood magic since she had trounced him that one day. Alphinaud is confused to Kivera’s presence.

“What ever do we owe the pleasure?” Alphinaud breaks the awkward silence.

“I came in Kiya’s place. She won’t be coming here.” Kivera looks over herself making sure her appearance looked as close to what the miqo would wear with her own spin on the outfits.

“We could postpone if she’s not feeling well.” Tataru raises her voice enough.

“That won’t be necessary. I will be as vague as possible in this, while also direct. She won’t be coming in at all. She’s stepped down. She has personal reasons for it I hope you won’t object to.” The way she phrases herself, Kivera makes it clear this is not a negotiation for Kiya’s leaving the frontlines.

“When you see her again, give her our regards then.” G’raha speaks up, and Kivera nods brief, she looks ahead to see Estinien who eyes her about this choice. He welcomes it, knowing how well she holds her own on the battlefield.

“So, let’s have this meeting already. Busy angel you know.” Kivera says wondering why they’re stalling.

Kivera takes over so Kiya can rest.

Anything You Sing

A/N: Ok, so this was originally an ask from @shamelessbookaddict so credit goes to her. The ask: Bicth just imagining singing good ol bollywood songs to peter; him not understanding a word but loving it anyway; bruce just smirking at you when you sing something romantic

So I decided to shift the fic here instead of directly answering the ask. So if at all I make a master list, this would be helpful :D also, here is the audio of the song I used, if you want to sing along! The singer is male and I haven't changed the few lines in the song indicating the gender of the singer in the fic. I wanted to stay as true to the song as possible!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Indian!reader

Summary: You confess your love by singing a song

Warnings: the word 'fuck' twice? // Words: idk man, I didn't count

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Peter was having a bad day. A very, very bad day. School was hectic. He had lots of homework pending due to night patrol (totally his fault, actually. And he knew it. So he couldn't blame anyone else). His sleep schedule was an absolute mess because he would stay up when ever he got the chance to finish off his projects and models. His attention span in classes was now that of a fucking squirrel on crack and he had gone to the principal's office twice already.

Just when he had thought that things couldn't get worse, he had dozed off in yet another Biology lecture. Usually, the teacher would let him off the hook because he was a bright student and could easily catch up. So Peter tended to doze off for a few minutes trying to complete eight hours of sleep in five minutes. But today, it was a very important lecture going on and the Ms. Mason had strictly informed the class that everybody had to be attentive. Of course, Peter had to doze off. Unfortunately, he had been caught. Ms. Mason's disapproving glare was enough for him to believe that he had committed the ultimate betrayal. He was now very close to the Avengers' Tower, and he had already mentally hit himself a hundred times.

Peter just hoped that for the love of God and everything Holy, you was there. You were the only other Avenger who was his age. Of course, there was also Shuri, his homegirl, but currently, she was miles away in Wakanda. The three of you always shared a close bond and he could only hope that his bond with you would be much closer. He was a blushing mess when it came to you.

He entered the Tower heading directly for the elevator when he heard your voice.

"Pete! Hey, Spidey! Wait up!"

He turned around to see you bounding towards him. You threw your arms around him bringing him into a tight hug. You had missed him. He could understand that by the way you stood so close to him, able to listen to his heart beat rise. He hugged you back with the same enthusiasm as yours. Unable to hold back a sigh, he snuggled his face deeper into your neck.

You stepped back- not leaving his arms, he noticed, blushing wildly- and asked him with furrowed brows, "What happened, Pete?"

He smiled at you, grateful that he had someone like you who could understand him so easily. God, sometimes he just wanted to take you in his arms and cuddle forever.

"Nothing. It's just that school is turning quite hectic now-a-days."

You studied him for a moment, eyes taking in the dark circles under his eyes and the weary, tired smile he gave you. His brown eyes, usually sparkling with delight and excitement, now held exhaustion.

"Okay, that's it. You and I are going upstairs to the common room and you are going to sleep on the couch. I know you won't sleep in your room. You'll probably start doing your homework. And no arguments!" You shut him down before he could protest. Dragging him into the elevator you asked FRIDAY to take you to the common room.

"(Y/N)."

"Hmm?"

"(Y/N)!!!!!"

"What Peter?" You snapped at him. It had been half an hour since you had forcefully made him go to sleep on the couch and fifteen minutes since he had started whining about how he was not feeling sleepy.

He was sprawled on the big, grey couch, and in the short span of thirty minutes had somehow managed get tangled in the pillows and cushions placed. His head was dangling from the corner of the couch as lay on his stomach, left hand on the ground supporting his body. His right hand was somewhere in between a pillow and his head and one leg was on the couch's headrest. It was certainly a view for you. You sat at the opposite end of the couch, the book you had brought with you long forgotten.

"You know I can't sleep anywhere other than my bed unless there is music."

He didn't know how he got the confidence. He had been contemplating about asking you to sing to him while he sleeps but was too scared to see how you would react. Perhaps it was his sleepiness which made him bolder, the lack of sleep affecting his control over his speech. But it had not completely taken over him. He tried to fight the urge to just spew out his feelings for you.

"Music? What kind of music do you want to hear?"

"Anything you sing."

Now he really wanted to slap himself. He had really gone and done that. This was worse than spewing out his feelings for you. Now he was never going to get to cuddle you because he was too sleep deprived to think before he said anything and you were gonna slap him across the face and walk away-

"Peter stop panicking. Peter! Are you okay?"

You were stunned when he had asked you to sing. You weren't expecting him to be this forward. You had your suspicions on whether or not he liked you but you never acted upon your feelings and the innate desire to just ask him out in the fear of being rejected. There had been instances when you thought that maybe he reciprocated your feelings but then he would say something and you would immediately start questioning yourself. So you stood in the sidelines, trying to get closer to him so that you can understand him, only to fall more for him. Now, here he was, panicking and shaking, about to fall from that goddamn couch, pillows and all, and you didn't know whether he was just sleepy or actually liked you. So much for understanding him.

"Look, I- I, (Y/N)-"

"If you want me to sing, I can." You smiled through your stupidity and tried to stop from strangling yourself with a rope.

His eyes lit up as he groggily pushed himself up from the other end of the couch and slid towards you.

"Thanks, (Y/N). You are the best." He replied, placing his head on your lap. Consequences be damned, he was already getting detention tomorrow. Might as well do this.

You stilled, trying to form coherent thoughts. Stumbling through your words, you finally relaxed and placed your hand on his head.

Running your fingers through his hair, you decided on the first song that came to your mind.

"FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Ms. (L/N)?"

"If anyone passes by and asks you to translate the song I'm about to sing, don't do it, please."

"Of course, ma'am."

"Also, can you play the instrumental for the song when I start singing? Keep the volume at minimum."

"Okay, Ms. (L/N)."

Peter snuggled into your lap as you cleared your throat.

"Chookar mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara"

"Is that Hindi? What does it mean?" Peter asked sleepily.

You smiled at him. "Sleep, Petey."

FRIDAY started playing the instrumental.

"Chookar mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara"

What did you mean to do, when you touched my heart so?

"Badala ye mausam, lage pyara jag saara"

The seasons changed, and the world seems beautiful!

"Chookar, mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara. Badala ye mausam, lage pyaara jag saara."

"Tu jo kahe jeevan bhar, tere liye mai gaaun"

If you say so, I'll sing for you for a lifetime.

"Tere liye mai gaaun"

I'll sing for you.

"Geet tere bolon pe, likhta chala jaaun"

I can keep on writing music from what you speak

"Likhta chala jaaun"

I can keep on writing...

"Mere geeton mei, tujhe dhoondhe jag saara"

In my songs, the world will search for you.

"Chookar mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara. Badala ye mausam, lage pyaara jag saara."

You rocked him as you sang, his soft, content snores filling you with satisfaction. A smile made it's way on your face without you even realising it.

"Aaja tere aanchal ye, pyaar se mai bhar du"

Come, I'll fill your arms with love.

"Pyaar se mai bhar du"

I'll fill it with love.

"Khushiyan jahabhar ki, tujhko nazar kar du"

I'll gift you all the happiness in the world

"Tujhko nazar kar du"

I will gift you..

"Tu hi mera jeevan, tu hi jeene ka sahaara"

You are my life, you are my reason to live.

"Chookar mere mann ko kiya tumne kya ishara. Badala ye mausam, lage pyaara jag saara."

"Chookar mere mann ko kiya tumne kya ishara."

Closing your eyes, you smiled. Oh the things you would do to stop time at this very moment. You wanted to live in this moment forever.

"That was amazing."

You shrieked, not expecting anyone to be around. You turned, trying to see how many people heard you, groaning when you see almost all the Avengers.

"Why didn't you guys say anything?!" You whisper, trying not to disturb Peter who was sound asleep on your lap.

"Well, you were amazing. And we wouldn't want to awake Pete, now would we?" Tony answered.

"Okay, fair enough."

"What does that mean?"

You blanched. You had hoped this won't come up. You looked at Steve who had asked the question, face filled with confusion just like the rest of them. Of course, they were asking about the song's meaning. Something you'd rather eat shit than having to tell them.

"Nothing. It meant nothing. It's just a song I like." You lied, your tone firm with finality.

"Okay, if you won't answer, I'll ask FRIDAY. Hey, FRIDAY, what did the song that (Y/N) sang mean?"

You swore to God you had never felt so proud of yourself in that moment.

"Sorry, boss. But Ms. (L/N) has asked me to not translate it to anyone."

"What?! I'm the boss here, FRIDAY. Come on. You can't say no to me."

"Sorry, boss. Ms. (L/N) requested to not translate it to anyone. And you fall under that category."

Bucky snorted at Tony's appalled gasp. Nat was trying so hard not to laugh. Sam did not even bother to hide his laughter. Your smile widened, before it dropped. Bruce. Bruce was smiling directly at you. Fuck. He knew. Obviously, he knew. You begged for mercy, mouthing how grateful you will be if he could just shut his mouth and not tell anyone. He snorted before obliging. But you could see his gears turn. And you thought Bruce was the person who did not meddle in people's matters at all. You shook your head. You could talk to him later.

"Hey, doesn't Bruce know Hindi?"

"No!"

Deku/Mirko hate is extremely hilarious when it comes from angry dudebros bc you can feel how strong their ego and masculinity is as much as of a wet piece of paper.

But when it comes from ppl whose favorite manga/anime is CSM, JJk and Mp100, calling Deku "pathetic" or complaining abt how Mirko is too sexy... Girl what the fuck are you talking abt you're literally in the pathetic loser meow meow man and sexy girlboss fandom WHAT

(Anon, means the two characters separately, not as a ship. I just have a feeling someone would have taken as such.)

NOT THE WET PAPER! 🤣

But no, for real, it's astounding to me when people hate on Deku or Miruko for reasons I find totally backwards. And it honestly just increases my love for both characters.

I was gonna make a post about it, but I stopped myself because "Kiya, cease the saltiness". But you know what? Imma say it here.

Warning, this is about to get LONG because I have so much to say and I'm tired of just writing posts and deleting them.

Let's me start with my queen, my goddess, the icon Miruko.

I get it when people are tired of the whole "sexy anime girls with the big boobs and butt shots" especially in shonen, I'm annoyed with it myself at times, I am.

But compared to what I seen for female characters in other shonen, especially with Rabbit girls, Miruko is both something tamer and new. Let's be real here!

A lot of rabbit female characters, most really in general, in anime be tiny and meek. Have big boobs and showing off cleavage. And even if they are strong, their physical appearance doesn't mirror it because they're supposed to be "cute".

Miruko though? She has muscles, but she isn't packing them like fucking All Might now. Her body is reminiscent to someone who would work out, someone who is an athlete, especially those who specializes in speed and agility.

What's even better? It's not like Miruko is incapable of being cute.

People look at her and see "aggressive, feral woman with muscles".

But come on now!

This? This can't be cute?

Fuck out of here!!

She is a short rabbit woman! How the fuck isn't she cute to anybody?!

(And honestly, again, I love that she is short because it makes sense. Her being tall is just awkward to me. It's ridiculous, I'll be frank. And honestly, makes me mad for several reasons as someone who shares similar physical features as her.)

Oh, so it's illegal to be sexy and cute for Miruko, but some of the same people lose themselves over shirtless guys in the same anime.

"Look at all the gratuitous shots of Miruko's legs, blech". Not even a moment later, Dabi shows a little bit of tit and people are drooling. Oh, please. Hawks does anything, "he's so cute". Get the hell of out here.

Miruko gets shots of her legs, sure. It's expected in a shonen. But at least her boobs aren't unnecessarily huge and her waist is nearly the size of a pinch. The most that is emphasized is her legs. Midoriya and Iida even gets shots of their legs sometimes!

Oh! Let's not forget how people hate on her because how much she's a fighter!

What bothers me is that I get why it's iffy that Miruko is "aggressive" while having brown skin, I have mixed feelings about that. On one hand, being that she is a brown skinned woman, it is off that she is the way she is. On the other hand, and this is a theory, she could be a reference to Horikoshi's previous protagonist Shiina. Who is an albino rabbit man who had the exact personality Miruko does.

Now the thing that bothers me about this on the part of the fandom is they hate Miruko for being aggressive, right? THEN WHERE THE FUCK IS THE SAME ENERGY FOR SOME OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS?

No, no because almost every character is ready for a fight in BNHA. We are not going to act like Miruko is the worst case out there because she isn't. There are people who love Toga for her bloodthirsty nature but hate Miruko. Bakugou may have some haters, but oh my gosh there are plenty of people who find him badass and attractive for that attitude. The other villains can be just as "mean" and talk about killing, yet oh! They have fans! Hell, even Endeavor got fans!! Kirishima is always ready for a fight, too and practically NO ONE hates him!

So why hate on Miruko?

Hell, even in the mentioned animes/mangas you pointed out, Anon, the women are worse than Miruko. Come on, example, Chainsaw Man. I cannot recall any female character in there that wasn't like evil or bloodthirsty or is like super nice.

And it's not like Miruko is mean. She's just blunt and isn't afraid of who she is. Her "mean" side comes out when she's facing villains. She is a "no-nonsense" character.

Now let me move on to my green boy, Midoriya because whoo boy. When it comes to people within and outside this fandom, I want to gatekeep him so bad.

"Midoriya is so pathetic, he's just a crybaby".

So I guess other shonen protagonists don't exist, huh? So other shonen protagonists don't be crying whether it be for gags or serious moments?

Like this is the same kid who has moments like this.

Him? Him? Are we sure this is the "pathetic" one?

No, this is someone who eventually gets tired of everyone else's shit. (True ♋ Vibes right there.)

Kid cleaned a beach WITHOUT ANY POWERS.

His goal to be a hero is no different than any other protagonist back then and now. And he looks badass doing it.

Know what I adore about Midoriya? That he actually comes off like a damn teenager and have other defining traits that is opposite of other protagonists.

He isn't girl crazy. He's awkward around girls, but he isn't some pervert. Hell, girls are the last thing on his mind.

He's also not some dumb kid. He's may not be #1 in his class, but he's isn't book dumb. He's smart both on and off the field and relies on what he observes to win battles instead of taking five episodes to train while his friends fight some overpowered villain and come back and win within two minutes.

He actually struggles in battle, even with all those quirks, he does have struggles, including what happens with his body. Physical evidence. We barely get that in anime. The most it's a scar or a lost limb that happens BEFORE the story. Midoriya gets abrasions, scars, crooked fingers and even warnings about losing his arms.

Even his appearance is a breath of fresh air to me because I swear red, orange and yellow are too common for protagonists. Don't hate the colors at all, but let's be for real here. Warm colors, be it clothes or hair, is a sign of "Oh that's the protagonist".

Midoriya? Green. HE'S GREEN AND I LOVE IT!! The most he wears of red is his belt and shoes and his backpack is yellow, but Horikoshi makes it very clear that GREEN is his signature color. His name means GREEN.

Midoriya is not the typical shonen protagonist and I adore that about him.

Overall, out of all the characters, I adore both them and find some of what people complain about them just so... *sighs really loud*.

A FIVE YEAR LETTER - A RESPONSE TO MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE’S BREAK-UP

I woke up this morning still dreaming, or not fully aware of myself just yet. The sun poked through the windows, touching my face, dragging me from a dream world I wasn’t ready to leave. That tends to be my motive every morning. The dreams are better than my reality. I hope that someday, whether it’s tomorrow or 5 years from now, my reality is much better than my dreams. I’m willing to go the distance. I’m sure I’ll make it. Of course, my slumber was broken by the sound of chaos. Naturally, I panicked. Of course, I did. Loud noises tend to scare me. Or, should I say, loud noises that I didn’t plan nor expect scare me. The sound of dogs barking and my mother screaming. That scares me. The sound of a drum pounding, led by my movements. That doesn’t scare me. But the chaos of the morning ripped me from my half-sleep and caused me to get tangled in my blankets. Take Lucky out, feed the outside cat, do a list of unnecessary chores that my mother simply cannot do herself, or refuses to do herself. I don’t hold it against her. Two jobs, three jobs. Simply too much. But I would definitely prefer it if she used a calmer tone and was a kinder woman. Screaming obscenities at your children aren’t the way to go. I lean on the back door, staring into the outside world. Things looked to be about the same - a beautiful, but cold, day. Yesterday was the first day of spring and as a result, it snowed quite a bit. I hadn’t realized how much it was until I was left taking out the trash to the curb. Tomorrow is trash day. But my thoughts weren’t focusing on tomorrow. They were focusing on today. Today is March 22nd, 2018. 5 years ago today, My Chemical Romance had ended. It didn’t seem that long ago, but yet, it seems so far away. Was 2013 really five years ago? Have five years already passed? I can’t believe. My brain simply cannot wrap around it. I spend quite a lot of time on social media today. My time is spent mostly on Discord and Tumblr. I never thought those would be my chosen social media spots. I always saw myself as a Twitter or an Instagram person. But, alas, it seems lately my choice in social media has changed. I’m careful with it. Too much of it messes with my head. But I definitely enjoy it, I will admit. I find myself getting ready for work. Throwing on new boxers, questioning between ratty old jeans or a new pair of jeans. Straightening my hair in what seems like the first time in months. I treat myself today. I feel as if I deserve it. The walk to work is a quiet one. It gives me time to ponder. Most of the time, I find myself filling myself with sound. Some sort of sound. Somedays, it’s Green Day. Somedays, it’s Nirvana. Somedays, Blink-182. But today? Today is a day of silence. Maybe it’s because my phone’s headphone jack isn’t working anymore. Maybe it’s because I know I don’t need the sound. The walk to work is surprisingly peaceful. Why wouldn’t it be? That’s the perk of small-town life. It’s peaceful, for the most part. Here and there, we do have our little bumps and messes. I won’t lie, I live for those days. I love the excitement. I always love the hustle and bustle. Maybe, someday, I’ll move to a city where the hustle and bustle is every day. But my heart will always have a special spot for small-town life. Small town life can be a blessing and a curse. You don’t meet a lot of people and people tend to all be the same. If you don’t fit in, you’re cast out. But that doesn’t mean it’s impossible to make friends and connections. I have plenty. Which is a perk? Everyone knows everyone or is related to someone. I’m not a native, so the latter doesn’t apply to me. But still, I feel the lull. I can tell that’s a diesel truck driving by, just by the sound of the motor. This is my home, despite how out of place I may feel some days. It’s hard to find a place, but I found my place. 5 years ago, I found my place. I was young and frail. I was broken and alone. I was isolated and afraid. It’s not surprising. March 19th marked the 6 year anniversary of my father leaving. It’s still a sore pain. Sometimes, the wound is fresh. Sometimes, the wound is a scar. But it’s always there. Always throbbing. It’s one of those pains in which all you can do is put the headphones in and crank it up. When my depression set in, that’s when the isolation began. I became an iceberg. I burned my sketchbooks like every bridge to my island. I smashed the keys on my keyboard just as I smashed the key to every lock to my heart. I shut down. I cut off. I became violent and irrational. I became a ticking time bomb, ready to blow. As I type this, my chest feels tight. I feel numb. The tears well up. I am no longer a 17-year-old man, hardened by battles. I am a 12-year-old girl with arms sliced open with a bloody knife and bruises around her neck from another broken noose. I am no longer me. I am her again, blackish in colour again. With every bomb, there comes a point where it needs to explode. And when I exploded, it was ugly. It was days with a psychiatrist, in a doctor’s office instead of school, suicide watch, revoking and isolation. I was a failure. I was a mess. I was a runaway dragged home. With the healing process came latching. I needed someone to hold onto. Someone to lock myself on to. I clung to an old friend who had been there for so long. I feared to lose her. Kiya was the one who introduced me to this band. They were called My Chemical Romance. It was a sound I had never heard before. Scratch that, it was similar to what I had heard, Green Day and Shinedown. But it was different. The vocalist’s voice, he sounded familiar. But that was a memory I would realise down the road when the red-haired man on Yo Gabba Gabba! that I pointed to at age 10 saying I wanted to be like turned out to be none other than the man that saved my pathetic and worthless life. This was a new feeling. This was a feeling of salvation. It gave me a new-found confidence and new-found identity. Slowly and steadily, the healing process truly began, now with a soundtrack. It was okay to not be okay. It was okay to learn to be okay. I arrive at work to start my shift. I clock in, already tired before the chaos has begun. But this is a good chaos. This is running around, on my feet, taking orders, laughing with co-workers, getting messy. This was blaring music on the stereo, mixing in with the smell of freshly baked pizza, flour on my pants and in my hair. It was smiling at customers and living life. 5 years ago, I wouldn’t have dreamed of being here. That’s the thing, about time. Time changes. Everything changes with time. You grow older. You grow stronger. This will be my third summer here, marking the end of my second year here and the beginning of my third year here at Ison’s Family Pizza. I started about two months after I turned 15. I love it. I never thought my first job would be at a pizza place, a family restaurant when I can’t even spell “restaurant” without auto-correct. I also never would have thought I’d live to see my 17 birthday. But yet, in just a few days, I’ll be on a date on my 17th birthday with my beautiful girlfriend, Kiya. I would never have thought that I would be driving around town in a trashed ‘97 Buick, blaring The Used on some Bluetooth speaker connected to my cell phone, because my headphone jack doesn’t work and neither does the tape player in my car. I never thought I’d pick up music and art again. But here we are. After I returned from my depression-fueled hiatus on life, I learned a lot about myself. My name is Ryder. I’m 1/16 Native American. That’s why my brown eyes are the way they are and why I tan so well and never burn, despite being a pale ginger. I love to play piano and sing. I learnt to sing from years of music lessons, but I learnt to SING from Gerard Way. You can tell, by the way, I say my “R”’s and when you compare to how I sang before I quit. Though I’ll admit, I have a soft spot for the drums. I’m not the best, but I love it. I also love to draw. I’m not the best at that either, but I’m learning and growing. That’s the thing. Learning and growing. It comes with time. Everything comes with time. Just like recovery. My first piece on the piano, after returning from my hiatus, was “Welcome To The Black Parade”. I still can’t play it quite right. I’m still learning. But I’m still learning to be okay. I’m not okay at the moment. And that’s okay. It’s okay to be not okay. I learned that from a very special band. A band that became the soundtrack to my life. There was a time where I needed headphones. I needed to kick the headphones up loud until the world was silent and I was lost in the bass. Now, I can put the music on the speaker and make it simply a backtrack to my life. And now, I tune my own guitar and pluck out my own melodies, something that no one has heard before or thought of before. It’s been 5 years. Things have changed over the last five years. Thank you, My Chemical Romance. You’ve given me a great idea.

On the Naming of Cats (and other Things)

It’s been a while since I’ve been competent to write. Which is sort of a problem all around, given how much of my life and my work are built around the writing.

A bit less than two weeks ago, I decided to read through a couple of webpages that had discussion of traits that are common to the stereotypical AFAB presentation of aspie-style autism.

I cried a lot, afterwards.

And there are ways where this is similar to when I got the Hashimoto’s diagnosis. There’s a long of anger in it. (For those who aren’t aware: I have a family history of thyroid issues, a personal history of needing thyroxine in my teen years, and asked my doctors to monitor my levels of relevant hormones at every visit. Twenty years of this later, a new doctor saw fit to check my antibodies, and get me on a version of thyroxine that actually leads to a noticeable difference in my physical condition.)

(This was a lot better than, frex, the medical person who gave me an utterly disbelieving look and said, “You’re hypO?!” Yes, I’m hypO. Sorry I don’t look like a walking stereotype for you. Yes, even my probably-autistic ass can read that level of blatant contemptuous telegraphing of incredulity.)

There are things that I have been struggling with my whole life – some of which I’ve been in and out of therapy for since I was literally a child – and nobody figured anything out. (Even after awareness of spectrum stuff became more common.) And that makes me angry, and it makes me tired. There was an article I read recently about late-diagnosed ADHD that had a line in it that I felt keenly. Something like, “You were performing acceptably, so nobody noticed you were struggling.” Like that. Different problem, same thing.

All of these things that I wound up… having embedded in my psyche. A deep conviction of incompetence that got solidly installed when I hit the wall. Profound uncertainties about so many things, a conviction that there was something wrong with me that I would never, ever feel at home in a situation, was always waiting for the sense of belonging that the neurotypical world told me was an inevitable part of being really there.

But I could have had a name other than “failure”. Some other label. I could have stopped looking at the rows of PTA moms with their indistinguishable haircuts and identically fashionable outfits and wondering what was wrong with me that I couldn’t figure out how I could even begin to fake that. I could’ve felt like something other than a hollow dummy who didn’t get half the stuffing I was supposed to get.

I could have just been an ordinary aspie, and been able to go, “Okay, that’s not my problem.”

(I mean, I mostly went “that’s not my problem” but it was always one of those places I didn’t measure up. Because I never got rid of the sense that the measuring stick I was supposed to use was the conforming one. What justification do I have for not… etc.)

Having this other possibility, that sense of being within the ordinary of something, of being so very like what I am in a way that has a communion, a commonality, and the possibility that there’s some sort of help for figuring out how to get done the things I want to do? Some way of structuring my approach that is actually working with my cognition rather than fighting it every step of the way? That’s amazing.

Sorcery.

This prospect, this hope for something, it’s amazing, and it’s exhausting, this feeling that so much pain was just… unnecessary. And I go through fits of being so very angry, because damnit, when I was a little kid I was in therapy because of social adjustment concerns or something like that, and I didn’t really talk to the shrink but I algorithmically solved how to reliably beat her at Mastermind, Battleship, and this other thing with shapes that were blue on one side and white on the other and were flipped like Go pieces when surrounded.

Anyway.

But seriously, this is basic magical theory, and that’s why I’m writing it here. There’s a power in naming things. A power in claiming the names for things, in embodying the right ones.

Because humans are naming apes, and if we don’t have the right ones, the wrong ones will stick to us.

I’d rather have “autistic” and “aspie” than “failure”, all things being equal.

Useful naming magic opens to power.

And I’m writing here because I want to name it, and because I think that other people might find it… useful? Helpful? To see that it can be named, and it can matter, and that thing that is a constant struggle might be something that can be put down gently, now, and perhaps not with a huge amount of resenting having had to carry it for so long. There’s something cleansing in finding a right word, something that doesn’t fit like a garrote.

I mean, also the world is too loud and everything is exhausting, but aside from that.

On the Naming of Cats (and other Things) was originally published on Suns In Her Branches | Kiya Nicoll

Saat Soch: IPKKND3 Episode 22

Here there be spoilers!!

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1. Why? Just ... why!!???

I’m tired of the shagun-ka-sikka games and tired of Chandni flirting with Advay, being scared when he makes advances and then switching instantly back to flirtation when he backs off. 

What are they trying to show here? How are we supposed to interpret it? There’s a difference, in my view, between showing a woman scared of intimacy and a woman scared of the entire man and his intentions.

And to be clear, this is still the same day that he set PP on fire. Everyone has changed clothes but it’s not actually another day!!! This day started in Episode 16 and has just dragged on and on and on.

In the flashback montage of salutes, they forgot the salute he did when he SET AN ENTIRE HUMAN BEING ON FIRE. This made me very angry because it seems the show is trying to convince the audience that Advay’s not really that bad. News flash: he is.

2. Chandni’s attachment

Chandni: “Sach mein jaa rahe hain? Hamesha ke liye?”    [Is he really going? For ever?]

Chandni becomes emotional when Ajeeb Singh Raizada starts to leave. As Advay noted, she’s fallen for him and just doesn’t know it yet. This is the closest she’s come to acknowledging that she’s formed an attachment to him.

I would speculate that her quick attachment can be attributed in part to her recognising, on some level, that he’s Dev, but it’s more likely a result of the show’s creative team not knowing what they want to show.

3. The family meet Rachna

Shikha: “Humne toh prank kiya tha, yeh toh frank ho gayi!”    [We played a prank, but she’s real!]

Chandni has no idea who she’s dealing with! She fabricated Rachna to get Advay out of the house, and Advay brought her to life. Meghna, Shikha, and Chandni knew exactly what was happening and I thought their reactions were hilarious. 

I’m impressed that Advay managed to get the exact same kameez for Rachna to wear -- apparently his audience wouldn’t have recognised her if she wasn’t dressed exactly the same as the video she made.

Rachna: “Advay se koi bhi ladki pyaar karne lagi gi. Advay hai hi aisa.”     [Any girl would fall in love with Advay, he’s just like that.] Kajal: “Yeh toh truth-wala-sach hai ji!”     [That’s true!]

Did Advay write those lines for the actor he’s hired? Full of ourselves, aren’t we bachcha?

Rachna says that she made the video in the hopes of winning Advay’s heart, but has now learnt that love is earnt, not stolen (what, in the two minutes since the video aired?)

Rachna: “Main apni do idiot behno ki baaton mein nahin aati, toh main woh video kabhi nahin banati!”     [I would have never made those videos if I hadn’t listened to my two idiot sisters.]

LOL!!

Indrani: “Iss ladki ke jhoot ke vaje se, humne Advay ko galat samjha.”   [I believed Advay was in the wrong because of this girl’s lie.]

And note that it’s Chandni who lied -- Chandni, the girl who runs around saying that she never lies and always owns up to her mistakes.

4. Punishment

Advay: "Yeh toh ek zidi, dhokebaaz ladki ki bachkani harkat hai. Isko itni importance mat dijiye.”    [This is the childish prank of an impetuous, dishonest girl. Don’t give it so much importance.]

Advay then discusses possible punishments for Chandni Rachna, to which Kajal eagerly suggests to handfuls of chilli. The Vashisth sisters experience a sudden and overwhelming urge to cough. Shakun suggests two slaps, which the girls seem to feel on their cheeks, and Rajit chimes in by mentioning police stations. Chandni imagines handcuffs on her wrists.

Advay thoroughly enjoyed this and smirked at Chandni as she shook her head to beg ‘no’. His decision to forgive her without punishment most likely seemed too good to be true.

And with this stroke of genius, Advay is reinstated in his bedroom.

5. Mosquito

Advay: "Raat ko mere kamre mein aa jana, katto gilehri banke.”    [Come into my room tonight, all made up.]

Even Chandni’s refusal had a hint of flirtation in it as she questioned his choice of language. Advay promptly threatened to reveal her prank to Indrani, PP, and PP-Mummy before commanding her into his bedroom again. Alone, Chandni had a moment where she shared her exasperation with the empty room.

I get it, she’s Cute™️. But the cuteness is overdone, to the point where it looks like she’s incapable of being serious. Tomar’s voice modulation, which was excellent when she was making fun of his sunglasses and perpetual dramatic entrances, has become stuck on Cute™️. It’s not, in my opinion, doing the character any favours, because it now seems that she swings between flirtation and terror with nothing in between.

Later that night (and boy am I glad that this day is almost over!), Chandni agonises over a decision:

Chandni: “Main kpi machar hoon kya, jo kisi ke bhi kamre mein chali jaoongi?”    [Am I a mosquito, that I’ll just go into anyone’s room?]

This hasn’t stopped her barging into his room on other occasions but it seems the issue is that he’s asked -- she’s much more comfortable sneaking in whenever she feels like it. Personal privacy, you see, only belongs to women.

Chandni: “How mean! Chow mein.”

WHO IS WRITING HER LINES? STAHHHHHP. 

6. Unique

Last night I felt I could forgive this episode most of its trespasses because of this scene. He’s finally playing his guitar.

Well, not playing it.

I think the idea was to insert random guitar notes and then they later decided to go with the ASR theme. But it’s overlaid on top: I don’t think it was intended to suggest that Advay was playing that tune. Firstly, I don’t even think the instruments match. The sound in this version of Arnav’s the ASR theme has always struck me as distinctly electrified. I feel it’s been produced by plucking the strings of an electric guitar, not an acoustic one like Advay has. Or perhaps the strings of a cello or similarly larger string instrument. It’s unlikely Advay would be able to produce that sound on the guitar in his hands, especially not with the piano notes underneath.

I feel the setup of the scene was a lot like the scene in Arnav’s bedroom after the guesthouse incident, where this instrumental played in full. It was an introspective, emotional scene, and I think that’s why the theme was used here.

But I could absolutely be wrong -- I guess we’ll have to see whether they do it again to know :)

Not related at all: If you have time, watch this amazing video of Rabba Ve being played on a piano.

Advay’s guitar says “Unique”, which is the English translation of his name.

I loved this scene. I loved the emotion, I really liked the music, and I loved that Advay was basically thinking of all he’d lost and Chandni arrived with:

Chandni: “Main aa gayi!”     [I’m here.] 

She’s the cure to the emptiness in his life.

7. Punishment

Ahh no. I respectfully disagree, Professor Raizada. Katto gilehri means sexy, and there’s generally nothing wholesome about it ... at least not in the way I’ve heard it used.

Advay: “Sharma rahi ho tum?”      [Are you shy?]

Yes. Yes, she is.

Advay makes Chandni hold her ears and squat, something that Dev used to make her do as well, and she mutters to herself, thoroughly unimpressed. The muttering reminds Advay of tiny!Chandni, and he moves on to the second part of the challenge -- write out a hundred lines.

Chandni: “Aap koi master-ji hai kya?”    [Are you some kind of teacher?] Advay: “As a matter of fact, yeah. Main ek professor hoon.”    [As a matter of fact, yeah. I’m a professor.]

LOL.

She eventually acquiesces to the punishment, giving him the evil eye while he happily (and messily) eats noodles. She’s so horrified when he picks up a noodle from his shirt and starts to pop it into his mouth, that she stops him.

Precap: Hahaha it looks like the three idiots were spying on Advay, and Chandni is caught when she falls over. She claims she’s practising for her wedding photos, so Advay decides to help out.

Theories:

I got nothing.

Will I continue watching?

Yup.

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