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is anybody else confused every single moment of their life and need god to solve all their problems or is it just me and that archer from mahabharat

#lmfaoooo #mahabharat #personal

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5 headcanons: the eldest Upapandava(s) join their parents in exile. Can headcanon Prativindhya and/or Sutasom as being ~15-16.

1. “Don’t you always say,” Draupadi says crossly, “that you want to see your uncle more often? Then do as I say, and go with him.”

Her sons, though, are as stubborn as she, and hold their ground. 

“We won’t let you go into danger alone,” Sutasoma says, trying his best to mimic his father with his hands akimbo; instead, she thinks all her sons, every one of them, look like nothing so much as children afraid of the dark and crawling into their parents’ bed. 

“Very well,” she says at last; for she does not trust the vengeance of the Kurus to find them even in Kampilya or Dwaraka, and Sutasoma staggers forward into her arms. 

2. Prativindhya, as much as he hates to admit it, is not terribly gifted at any part of survival in the wilderness. The gnats swarm around him, more so than any of his brothers, the rough grass they’re meant to sleep on prickles at his back, and without the benefit of a chariot, every animal he tries to hunt easily outraces him. 

He would die rather than admit any of this. 

Nothing is hidden from Uncle Sahadeva, though, not for long, and in passing, apropos of nothing, his youngest uncle says: “Fish stay where they’re meant to, you know.”

He’s not wrong. Prativindya arms himself with spear and bait, and perches above the river. When he comes home at last, it is with enough bounty to call himself worthy of being a Pandava’s son. 

3. Abhimanyu is too young to come see them. Srutakarma knows this, he does, just like he does the fact that his brother is just a baby, younger even than Srutakarma, but: he misses him terribly, oh, he does. 

“If I’d gone to Kampilya, like Mother wanted,” Srutakarma muses aloud, “would I able to see him more often?”

He asks Eldest Uncle this, because Eldest Uncle never lies, not even to make you feel better. 

He ought to have thought of that, though, when Eldest Uncle says: “Certainly you would have,” but also: “But then you should have only thought of the brothers who weren’t with you instead.”

Srutakarma considers that. “I don’t make it very easy for myself to be happy, do I?” he asks at last.

“We none of us do,” replies Eldest Uncle, and his smile does not reach his eyes.

4. Shatanika offers to go for water when Mother mentions she’s parched, but, when a disembodied voice speaks out from the lake, has the sense to stop filling his quiver. 

“Forgive me,” he says politely, “I didn’t realize it was yours. Might you know where I might find some more water for my mother?”

A pause, and a laugh. “Far too well-spoken to be taught by your parents,” the voice says. “Tell me, boy, who trained you to speak like a fortune-teller’s parrot?”

Is there an insult there? Shatanika can’t decide. “Uncle Krishna always says it’s easier to catch flies with honey rather than vinegar, though,” he adds doubtfully, “I can’t see why anyone would want flies.”

The voice is resigned when it next speaks. “You are too kind to be tricked into discourtesy, son of Nakula,” it proclaims, “and you I must ask your cooperation rather than seek your punishment. This is a test for your father and uncles, not you.”

“Will it be difficult?” Shatanika wants to know. 

“Not very,” the voice answers, and Shatanika is about to agree when he remembers why he’s there.

“If I help, will Mother have her water?”

“Certainly,” says the voice, and so Shatanika nods–and that is the last thing he knows. 

5. Matsya might be a kingdom fine and wondrous, but does it have his favorite tree, or the deer he’s spent so much time taming to come to his hand? Srutasena thinks not. 

He does not disgrace himself by asking if they might not forget Hastinapur, might not forego the conditions of their exile, and just stay behind; but with Uncle Bhima, he need not speak. 

Uncle Bhima settles down beside him, smelling of spices and salt, and murmurs: “You and your brothers are not the first set of Kuru princes to come to manhood in the woods, you know, nor the first to find it far more pleasing than the court.”

“It’s just–simpler,” Srutasena struggles to explain. “No one cares if you say the wrong thing. No one laughs or mocks you for a mistake. They just are.”

“I know,” says Uncle Bhima. “Oh, I know, my son.”

He does not apologize to Srutasena, or explain why it must be so. He only sits beside him in silence through the sunset, and even until nightfall. 

#AHHHHH #mahabharat #writing

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Alphabet Fic Challenge, W for Whit, Draupadi and Upapandavas

For @allegoriesinmediasres (You mentioned Draupadi’s daughter, but the only mention of them I’ve found is in folklore, rather than the actual epic, AFAIK. That said, the family tree is super confusing, and there’s nothing to say she couldn’t have had a daughter–for heaven’s sake, pretty much all the Pandavas had at least one kid who survived the war, as best as I can see, and there’s no mention of what happened to said kids to make Parikshit inherit everything!)

Occasionally the children are permitted to visit them in the forest, and it is for these days that Draupadi lives. She fusses over the cottage for weeks in advance, decorating so that it appears charmingly rustic rather than shamefully squalid; and despite the rage that still burns just beneath her skin, forces herself to seem satisfied and serene to her sons.

Her husbands know better, though, and show it in the way they can never quite meet their sons’ eyes; but Draupadi feels not a whit of guilt. Their fathers might have forsaken them, and forgotten their plight when their futures dangled on a dice-board, but Draupadi never did. Draupadi fought for their respect and their rights, and still she fights to keep them innocent of her misery.

The time approaches when destiny will come for them, but until they are still hers; and Draupadi will not spoil these moments with so much as a speck of sadness.

#mahabharat #writing #love this

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Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. Red and gold and orange, he often said they looked more like sunset than fire that poets called them.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. They grew in Dwarka by bunches. Against the green and brown of trees, they looked like waterfalls of the furnace, he said.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He had planted his first plant of palash in the palace of Dwarka, he had watered it everyday after his sword practice.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He fought ferociously against his grandfather, Vasudev, when he wanted to tear down his palash tree for the renovation of the palace.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He hid in the branches of his palash tree when he ran from his mother. He stepped on his uncle, Krishna, and reached those heights with loud laughs. He watched his mother run around the tree as he hid.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He wrapped them in leaves and took them to his father every time he was allowed to visit him. Arjun wore them in his hair proudly, said the flowers matched his ascetic clothes.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. When he was married, everyone who had seen him grow threw palash flowers on his head. He laughed when his aunt Revati claimed she specially ordered the flowers from Vidharbh for him, he knew she could possibly do it just for the ostentatious idea.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. Uttara wore the same colour as them the next day of their marriage. His aunt Rukmini and Elder mother Draupadi teased him red for it.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. His uncle Balram gave him a new bow for the upcoming war. It had palash flowers carved at all seven joints.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers.

His pyre burnt the same colour as them.

#mahabharat #stop!!!!! i will cry #writing

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put in the tags a song you listen to a bunch a never get tired of

#svt #aju nice! #personal

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Teriyaki ramen noodles

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Pounded Tea Rice / Thunder Tea Rice / Hakka Lei Cha Rice (Vegan-Friendly)

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Crispy Sesame Garlic Chili Oil Noodles

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via kevouthere

#plants #+65

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Fort canning tree tunnel, Singapore ( via )

#plants #+65

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Taylor's little "you take it all back?" when Steven was trying to talk about before UUUUGGGGHHHH Steven you little dick you did my girl so dirty she's traumatized!!!!!! I know he's head over heels in love but he needs to PROVE prove it to her for me to %100 forgive him

#ughhhh the way they have me all in my feels #idk something about their character growth and arcs from season 1 to 2 has me #ROOTING for them so hard #plus i'm down horrendous for a bickering/bantering friends to lovers arc #and i hate it because i can't believe i'm a wholeass 23 year old adult #but staylor has me on my knees #ughhhhh #subi watches #personal #maybe it's also bc i subconsciously relate to taylor hahahaha help

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credit to twitter user @ 97_218 they did the lord’s work

#they ate the choreo for breakfast lunch and dinner #and left no crumbs #svt #dance

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Between you and me, she doesn't look too good. You know, I mean, I don't even think she's showered since the break-up.

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY 2.04 "Love Game"

#um FAVES #ok so i had to end up bingeing the whole show in the span of one night and #i have regrets and i fast forwarded most of it #but these two ???? #subi watches

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it’s redemption day for daniel ricciardo

captured by vladimirrys

#f1 #TODAY IN MONTE CARLO #IT'S REDEMPTION DAY FOR DANIEL RICCIARDO

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Daniel Ricciardo // 2015 Hungarian Grand Prix — Photos by Mark Thompson

#f1

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The Last Black Man in San Francisco (2019) dir. Joe Talbot

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