My Favourite Trope Is When Both People Understand That They Like Each Other But It’s Still Unsaid Between

5 underrated moments/characters in the Ramayana

1. Kaikeyi, who actually has a fascinating backstory as skilled charioteer (basically medic, mechanic, driver, horse whisperer, cheerleader, and advisor, all in one: there’s a reason why the question of Arjuna and Karna’s charioteers is treated so seriously in the Mahabharata) and who supplementary material gives a really interesting family history. I wish she got portrayed more as such rather than Evil Vamp.

2. Ahalya, who actually predates the Ramayana, and actually appears in the Rig Veda, strangely as Indra’s lover—which to me suggests that there was more to the ancient version of her story than her violation.

3. Tara, so wise Vali’s dying words are to heed her advice, no matter what—I love her so, all the more because her status of Queen goes unquestioned despite her husband’s death.

4.Sarama, wife of Vibhishana, and specifically identified as one of Sita’s benefactors: women supporting other women is rare to find in ancient works, and I think every example should be celebrated.

5. Sita herself—yes, I know she’s the heroine of the entire work, but I feel she gets too often simplified into a bland version of herself: alternatively smiling, simpering, or sobbing. Moreover she is contrasted with Draupadi, who is also awesome—but people forget that one of these women has a speech listing the ways in which she serves her husband and manages her household while not smiling/laughing too loud etc, while the other taunts her husband saying “if my father knew what a coward you were, he never would have given you my hand in marriage” and later, specifically calls him out on the morality of his war against demons (the former is Draupadi, the latter Sita.) Plus, people forget that Sita is spitting mad instead of sad during the agnipariksha, to the point of snapping how dare Rama forget that she was born by miraculous means?

Jab We Met is such a good and pure romance like Aditya was fully and honestly in love with Geet but he 1)didn’t act like just because he was in love that that meant they’d be together 2) didn’t regret loving her without being able to have her and actually just used his love for her to inspire him to be his best self and be happy and successful 3)actually tried to help Geet get another guy because he thought that would make her happy and didnt presume anything until she was the one to say something.

And Geet is just a delight like yes girl, be crazy, do the things that light your heart up, be your own favorite what an icon.

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Michael, your Crowley is showing

talking to a guy who works in tech about phones and mentioned how i didn’t like the new iphones or androids bc of the size and he was like “yeah i’ve noticed quite a few women feel like that idk why bc it’s so good having such a big screen” and i was like “it’s literally bc our hands are too small, i can’t reach across the screen” and he was shocked and had never thought about it and i had to explain to him how many things aren’t designed for women and he was truly astonished 🙄🙄

“Besides, anyone can feel the way they want to, correct? You don’t have to worry about it at all. Okay?”

Mahabharat characters and ficlets therein: [1/?] 

Draupadi and Krishna

Insp: edits by @walburgablack and numerous edits by @chaanv  

It tires her. Being this constant “Instrument of Destiny”. Sometimes, she wishes to escape the grand plans that Divinity expects her to execute, by way of being a pawn.

Getting married to five men, being pledged like a commodity, and being the object of desire for lecherous eyes, Panchaali really has had it all, in all these years.

What next, Krishna?, she asks him.

All she gets is a meaningful silence, and a smile that only she can decipher.

It is all for the greater good, he answers.

His flute takes an identity of its own.

The tune is strange, she wonders.

And sure enough, it is. It seems to juxtapose The Maker and The Destroyer in one. As if were the music to which Shankara would perform his Tandava.

And then, she remembers.

Rudra had materialised in the Sabha the day she was presented there. The rage, her outburst, the disappointment, and of course…

Their silence.

There isn’t much to salvage here, Krishne. The flute seems to answer.

She swears she can feel the crescendo almost foretell the future, the stench of carrion flesh hits her nostrils, almost as tangible as her ears pick the tune of the one who was her likeness in nomenclature.

I shall make my efforts, Panchaali. He seems to read her mind.

Strangely, she doesn’t hope for the prophecy to fail. A fact, He seems to know for a fact. 

What else, Krishna?, she breathes.

The familiarity of the smile, and the endnotes of the dirge seem all too corporeal.

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