#i kind of love amba

[vedajananixx]

okay so im writing a mahabharat sapphic fic with amba/shikhandini/shikhandi

#mahabharat #amba #shikhandini #sapphic #yall im gay #and yes #i kind of love amba

[stxrrynxghts]

Women of the Mahabharata

Women of the Mahabharata are seriously underappreciated. And not just that, they are criticized for things that they shouldn't be.

Kunti is given hell for abandoning Karna. Y'all forget she was a literal CHILD when this happened, and she ensured that he was well protected when she threw him into the river. Also, is she wrong for loving the children who she raised, than the one who was not a part of her life? I feel that Kunti was too kind to Karna, tbh.

Madri is hated for "being jealous" of Kunti. Plz, go and read something before shitting on our queen.

Draupadi is hated for starting the war, except it was more of a property war, IMO. Only Bhima was technically fighting for her. The disrobing and game of dice just escalated an already upcoming war. TBH, it was the men's fault.

Subhadra, ah yes, now this part is my fav. This women is hated because she was "came in between" Arjun and Draupadi. It is never specified who is Arjun's fav, and you can find your own interpretation in the MB, but one thing is clear. It was ARJUN who was dying to marry her, not the other way round. She wasn't the one who had abducted him, or something. -_-

And don't get me started on Radha and the Ashtabharyas. can't we respect and love them all ? If Krishna did not differentiate between them, then who gave US the right to do so?

Sudeshna is hated as she did not stand up for Draupadi. First, she does promise Draupadi that she will do something, but Bhima kills Kichaka that very night.

Uttara, ah this is first hand. Some dickheads feel that this girl is responsible for her husband's death. I have no words.

There are people who give shit to Satyavati, when she never demanded anything. The one thing she ordered Bhishma to do, aka marry Ambika and Ambalika, he refused.

Amba is hated for demanding justice. In her eyes, Bhishma is a bigger culprit than her father and lover, as they wouldn't have abandoned her if it had not been for him. Yes, she should have said something earlier, but she isn't wrong in wanting justice.

These are only some examples, tbh.

#mahabharat #mahabharata #hindu mythology

[someone-named-adel]

I turn my head to look behind me, finding only the view of the vegetation of the forest where I was entering.

My gaze is directed to the front again, and I resume my walk.

Crossing a fallen trunk, I come across a note nailed to a tree.

Curious, I approach to look at that dirty and worn piece of paper.

Quickly one of those voices rings in my head again.

"Great, I was beginning to think we were wandering around in the woods" I hear one of the voices speak.

At this point I had gotten used to the voices popping into my mind quite often.

"Awww, I wish my love could keep that outfit, it looks great and it's very nice clothes" the younger voice said with a plaintive sigh at the end.

"Don~, it's my turn to play" another voice said.

"Tease, oh, and what if I don't let you play?" The first voice, named "Donatello", replied to the other voice.

"Ohoho~, do you really want to know?" He was answered by that other voice, called "Leonardo".

I started to hear sounds of scuffling, along with some biting comments from both voices, it would be strange for me to hear a "fight" without being able to see it, but I had certainly gotten used to these arguments, which were becoming more and more frequent.

I lost control of my body (if I ever had it to begin with), as out of nowhere it began to move from side to side, jumping, running, walking and rolling on the ground, stopping me abruptly on a few occasions, and then continuing with this series of random movements.

At this point it was almost normal for me that my body would have this "reaction" every time one of the voices would fight with the other.

Sometimes it was just two of them, and sometimes it was all four voices fighting.

But either way, after these situations, I felt a kind of.... Disconnection... As if after each discussion of these voices, my body felt lighter, and the feeling of being controlled and watched went away.

Only, when that happened, I felt as if I went back in time, taking me to places I feel I've been before, or, I stay still in my place, with only my feet glued to the ground.

Had enough of listening to the argument these annoying voices were having, as I did another cartwheel on the ground, I said with annoyance, while frowning.

"Stop fighting."

I felt as if the voices were frozen by my words, and the erratic movements of my body stopped.

I relaxed my expression, letting out a nasal sigh as I folded my arms, an action I did every time I waited for them to handle my body again to move me from the spot.

"Is it my idea or..." A last voice said.

"MC just directly told Leonardo and Donatello... To stop fighting?"

Oh, that's a new voice.

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Giro la cabeza para mirar detrás de mi, encontrandome solo con la vista de la vegetación del bosque en donde me estaba adentrando.

Mi mirada se dirige al frente nuevamente, y retomo mi andar.

Atravezando un tronco caído, me encuentro con una nota clavada en un árbol.

Curiosa, me acerco para mirar ese pedazo de papel sucio y desgastado.

Rápidamente una de esas voces vuelve a sonar en mi cabeza.

“Genial, estaba empezando a creer que estábamos dando vueltas en el bosque" Escucho una de las voces hablar.

En este punto ya me había acostumbrado a las voces que aparecían en mi mente muy seguido.

"Awww, ojalá mi amor pudiera quedarse con ese atuendo, se ve muy bien y es muy bonita la ropa" la voz más joven dijo con un suspiro lastimero al final.

"Don, me toca jugar" dijo otra voz.

"Burla, oh, y que pasa si no te dejo jugar?" La primera voz, quien se hacía llamar "Donatello", le respondió a la otra voz.

"Ohoho~, ¿Realmente quieres saberlo?" Le respondió esa otra voz, llamada "Leonardo".

Empecé a escuchar sonidos de forcejeo, junto con algunos comentarios mordaces de ambas voces, seria extraño para mí el escuchar una "pelea" sin poder verla, pero ciertamente ya me había acostumbrado a estás discusiones, las cuales se hacían cada vez más frecuentes.

Perdí el control de mi cuerpo (si es que alguna vez lo tuve para empezar), ya que de la nada empezó a moverse de un lado a otro, saltando, corriendo, caminando y rodando por el suelo, deteniéndome abruptamente en algunas ocasiones, para después continuar con esta seríe de movimientos aleatorios.

En este punto ya era casi normal para mí que mi cuerpo tuviera está "reacción" cada vez que alguna de las voces peleará con la otra.

Algunas veces eran solo dos de ellas, y otras veces eran las cuatro voces quienes se peleaban.

Pero sea como sea, después de estas situaciones, sentía una especie de... Desconexión... Cómo si después de cada discusión de estás voces, mi cuerpo se sintiera más ligero, y la sensación de ser controlado y observado se fuera.

Solo que, cuando eso sucedia, sentía como si retrocediera el tiempo, llevándome a lugares que siento que ya estuve anteriormente, o, me quedo quieta en mi lugar, con solo mis pies pegados al suelo.

Ya hartó de escuchar la discusión que tenían estas molestas voces, mientras daba otra voltereta en el suelo, dije con molestia, mientras fruncía el ceño.

"Paren de pelear"

Sentí como si las voces se quedarán congeladas por mis palabras, y los movimientos erraticos de mi cuerpo se detuvieron.

Relaje mi expresión, soltando un suspiro nasal mientras me cruzaba de brazos, acción que hacía cada vez que esperaba que volvieran a manejar mi cuerpo para moverme del sitio.

"Es mi idea o..." Una última voz dijo.

"MC acaba de directamente decirle a Leonardo y Donatello... Que paren de pelear?"

Oh, esa es una nueva voz.

#yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt #yandere leo #yandere mikey #yandere donnie #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rottmnt #yandere raph

[rarepears]

Hello!

I'm writing in Spanish because my English is bad! You can use Google translate or ask someone to write it for you (@escritoradeilusiones is the person that got me here so I think she'd be happy! We talk a lot about it)

Hola!

Cómo estás?

Escribo porque tengo curiosidad sobre tu fic sobre Sung Jinwoo x El villano de la serie (cof cof Lannister cof cof)

@escritoradeilusiones y yo hablamos seguido de el, especialmente porque lo estamos usando como inspiración para un fic de OC en dating game y ambas consideramos que es el tipo de persona que Jinwoo amaría

(Un poco de caos mezclado con el instinto de "Jinwoo love me please 🥺" que hace caer a los hermanos mayores como si fueran de arena)

En total la pregunta trata sobre si has considerado hacer un capítulo sobre Jinwoo llevándolos a Corea para que disfruten del mundo moderno y vean lo diferente que es con la costumbre de la Edad Media

Normalmente hablamos sobre lo chicle que sería la situación típica de "Protagonista le muestra el mundo de los ricos a la protagonista" (a pesar de que los Lannister valen su peso en oro, al parecer). Pero como eso haría que Jinwoo sea feliz, sabes? Siento que su lengua de amor serían los actos de amor y entregar regalos (ya que su adolescencia paso deseando poder darle de todo a su hermana)

Solo esos capítulos de relleno donde todos se divierten como una familia feliz y tal vez Jinwoo no entienda porque pero es feliz cuando la gente pregunta si los niños son sus hijos o alguien se refiere a Tywin como su esposo/pareja

Sorry for the long ask! I hope this isn't too confusing

Screw Tumblr. This is the third attempt at responding to your ask. Let's see if Tumblr will crash again while I write this out. Again.

Have no brain juice to write for a while, but yes, Sung Jinwoo is 100% taking Tywin to modern Earth, if only to get a dentist to check on those teeth. Routine cleaning too. Can't forget about that. Having gum disease or yellow-stained chipped teeth isn't particularly appealing or healthy. If Sung Jinwoo can relieve his friends/lover of tooth pain, he's going to be leaping forward to solve it ASAP!

It would be remiss of any author to not make Sung Jinwoo a walking Santa. The guy can carry EVERYTHING in his portable storage space! Of course he can and should give gifts all the time. It's very Asian of him to do so (ahem kind of socially expected ugh) but also he's so rich that he doesn't know what to do with it all. He's not like Musk rich, but it's still more money than he knows what to do with it. So what better than to spend it (or some of it) on his loved ones?

#ask

[esuemmanuel]

Cuando se mezcla el interés con el amor, ya no se está amando. Ahora, el compromiso al que orilla el amor, una vez que se ha confesado y ambas partes están de acuerdo, a tener igualdad de condiciones es algo ajeno a lo que el amor, cuando es desinteresado y libre, da. Este tipo de amor no exige, pues su base yace en la libertad de acción y elección. ¿Cuántos de nosotros amamos así? ¿Cuántos de nosotros nos entregamos libremente al amor sin esperar nada a cambio? El placer de amar desinteresadamente radica en la libertad, lo reitero. ¿Y qué es la libertad? Es hacer de acuerdo a tu ser.

— Esu Emmanuel©, When you mix interest with love, you are no longer loving. Now, the commitment to which love leads, once it has been confessed and both parties agree, to have equal conditions is something foreign to what love, when it is disinterested and free, gives. This kind of love does not demand, for its basis lies in freedom of action and choice. How many of us love like this? How many of us give ourselves freely to love without expecting anything in return? The pleasure of loving unselfishly lies in freedom, I reiterate. And what is freedom? It is to do according to your being.

#el hombre de la soledad #the man of solitude #writing in solitude #escribiendo en soledad #poetas en tumblr #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #escritores en tumblr #poeticstories #2023

[herawell]

1, 7, 8, 11, 12, 13, 16, 19 ,21, 22, 23, 24, 25 for the mahabharata please!

1. the character everyone gets wrong

Hmmm, I’ll say Draupadi.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Karna. I could have been indifferent to him but the deification of him put me off.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Draupadi loved her stepchildren as much as her children (and her relationships with her husbands were consensual if not always happy.)

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

None related to Mbh, which is surprising considering I’ve blacklisted well over a thousand words.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Shakuni, especially @avani008’s AU that has him as friends with Amba as a boy.

13. worst blorboficiation

Karna

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

N/A

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

I am a Karna/Draupadi anti but Palace of Illusions was formative for bby!Alia so

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

No part, really?

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Can’t think of any part.

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

None.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

Karna. Plus Arjuna and Subhadra or whatever triggered the August 2020 fandom meltdown.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

Having queer and/or feminist headcanons of the epics is ‘disrespectful’.

#inexhaustible sources of magic #answered #mahabharata #hindu mythology #decided to answer this after all publically but making it unrebloggable

[horsesarecreatures]

Book review - The Question of Red by Laksmi Pamuntjak

This book is a modern retelling of the Indonesian version of the story of princess Amba in the Mahabharata. In the Mahabharata, Amba is engaged to a king named Salwa. However, before their marriage occurs she is kidnapped by a warrior named Bhisma. It is presumed that they fall in love, but she tells him to return her to Salwa and he does. Salwa then rejects her. She goes back to Bhisma, but he too rejects her. In grief, she turned to stone, and in her next life was born as the warrior Srikandi, and married Prince Arjuna. She winds up killing Bhisma in battle to save Arjuna. 

In The Question of Red, Amba grows up in 1960s Indonesia. She is from respectable home and is the daughter of a homemaker and a schoolteacher. Her parents arrange her engagement to a saintly young man named Salwa who wins the approval of everyone. She does not really want to get married yet, but agrees to the engagement since Salwa has a passive, non-controlling nature and is fine with her going to university and living apart from him until she is graduated. Amba likes Salwa, but does not have a strong physical attraction to him, despite the fact that he is handsome. This is probably because he is so proper and dutiful that he does not show any signs of being physically attracted to her, either. But it is clear from his letters to her that he does love her and is devoted.

Due to the rise of communism in Indonesia, a lot of the foreign professors at Amba’s university are forced to leave. As someone studying English, it becomes boring for her. She decides to leave without telling anyone, and takes a job as a translator at a hospital in a dangerous area known for it’s increase in uprisings. There she meets a young doctor named (you guessed it) Bhisma. He is not officially a communist himself, but sympathizes with them and often goes to their meetings. Him and Amba fall in love, and Amba ghosts her family and Salwa to be with him. They are only together a short while when they are separated at an attack at the funeral of a comrade. Amba never sees Bhisma again, but knows she is pregnant. She finds another man to rescue and marry her. She never loves him.  Eventually, she writes a letter to her family and Salwa partially telling them what happened. But she never really reconciles with them. 

After Bhisma disappears, the book jumps forward to when Amba is in her 60s and decides to finally try finding out what happened to him. He was the love of her life and vice versa. He wound up in exile at the Buru Penal Colony, and the rest of the book unravels what happened to him.

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I think this book has a very good concept, but I found myself quite bored in most parts. Most of it is told very matter-of-factly through a 3rd person narrator, and the syntax isn't very varied. Then there are these snippets of letters written by Amba or other characters in their point of view that are vivid and usually reveal something big, but these account for less than 10% of a 450+ page book. I also didn't like how the timeline of the book is structured. It starts with Amba in a hospital in Buru as an old woman, and we don't know what she’s doing there. This is only a small part of the book. Then the next 300 or so pages is about  Amba’s childhood, then her and Bhisma’s relationship. They are only together a very short time and to be honest, I didn't really see what the big deal between them is. He actually is very similar to Salwa in some ways. But theirs is definitely meant to be a passionate, once-in-a-lifetime kind of love.  But it just wasn’t coming across to me that way.

Once she and Bhisma ware separated, the book jumps ahead to her as an old woman finally looking for him after her husband died (apparently from grief from her not loving him, according to Srikandi, her and Bhisma’s daughter). A huge gap of Amba’s life is never examined. The ending, which focuses on what happened to Bhisma, is interesting but rushed. 

This book has won many awards and I have a feeling it is much, much better in it’s original language. 

#the question of red #laksmi pamuntjak #hisotrical fiction #retelling #indonesia #novel #fiction #bookblr #book #book review

[zinzinina]

IT'S BEEN TWO YEARS?!?!

My darling, I am so incredibly proud of you and happy for you, I don't even have the words. You're an incredible person and I am always so grateful that I found AMBA on AO3 l, and from there migrated here. You have always been the most lovely person and without you I don't know that I would have been brave enough to post anything of my own, and especially not Merry Go Round. Thank you for everything that you've done and continue to do. Know that even if you never post another story again, you've made an impact on so many people, and you are so loved. I hope you have an amazing day and rest of your week. Love you!

Jen 😭 My love, you were one of the very, very first people who was kind enough to reach out to me when I was scared shitless about talking to anybody and who truly made me feel confident enough to keep writing and to open up a little more outside of it.

You are such a supremely gifted storyteller, a beautiful friend and just straight up a gorgeous fucking human. I am so lucky to know you and I love you to absolute pieces x

#ily ily ily #thank you so much my sweet friend #zin answers #writeforfandoms

[sins-of-the-sea]

Abena? I'm sorry about your miscarriages. That kind of loss can be difficult for others to understand, especially if they've never tried to have children.

"Thank you, Gray Face. It's quite all right. What happened to me was, well…. it was especially hard because- …. Both of them were- …. I thought if I took care of myself, they'd reach full term. My sisters didn't do anything different and yet Akua was already having her third by the time I was supposed to have my second. And then Amba was having hers at the same time and yet I was the one who lost mine?? They get to keep their darling little ones and I cannot have a single one??

"Then Akua had the gall to blame her little Samia's death on me because I made my deal with the Master. She was… jealous of me having power, surely. No, envious. If she wanted to have my power, she could have made that deal too. Or even go to Phoebus for his aid. They had everything I didn't, they didn't have to blame me for their misfortune. After all the work I did for them when we were still in Tortuga, after all that flaunting around their loves and children and wealth and stable homes of their own, they blame me, the one and only with an actual power over the minds of men….

"….My apologies, Anonymous. I tend to associate my loss of my unborn ones to…. greater misfortunes. I can at least be grateful I did have one carried to term: Arcelia. And better yet, she was fathered by someone I love instead of some strangers whose names I can’t even remember. As much as I lost Arcelia... I can be thankful for the eight years I held her in my arms."

#awww anon :c #WELL NOW I didn't expect to tell a bit of the Story of Envy! #so happy when Abena gets a bit more of her pre-Master background revealed #I need to finish her profile already #maybe I'll make that my goal tonight #[Abena Frascona] #miscarriage tw #pregnancy tw #child death tw #[Memories of Tortuga] #[Memories of Arcelia]

[tae-ffxiv]

Prompt #30: Sojourn

He passes through a crowd of ethereal faces, the incorporeal structures of yurts. Familiar to him. That person had given him food. There’s the woman who had given him water. The yurt that he’d slept in with a few others when they weren’t on the move. 

And there’s the man with the kind face that had embraced him before they left him.

Left him.

Left him, left him.

Something twists inside his mind as memories try to drag to the surface. He squeezes his eyes shut.

They’d left him…

Left him alone. With nothing. No past, no name. No context of his own existence.

Only hunger. Only pain.

And they’d left him. When he opens his eyes there’s only the plain; radiating pain; hunger pangs. 

A warmth settles upon his neck. He lifts a hand to feel but there is nothing there.

He is alone.

A voice tries to reach him from nowhere. Sourceless, disembodied words. Meaningless syllables, but he knows that voice, he knows that voice, he knows that…

A panic creeps in as his mind twists upon itself. Trying to remember, remember, remember…

… That he is alive.

But he hadn’t always been, had he?

Pain in his shoulder and his abdomen flares and he feels like it should kill him. And he knows that it did. 

Invisible scar of his sojourn with death.

But he is alive.

Alive.

But he’d been dead. Walked with the dead. Walked with ghosts.

And he is alive.

Warm flesh on warm flesh. Gentle hands on his neck, thumbs that stroke at his skin in the place where his pulse thumps in his throat.

The voice comes again, and he knows that voice, he knows…

He knows those words.

“Dayir. Dayir, please.”

And his husband is there before him, pleading. And he can’t see his face.

He reaches a hand to grab at his wrist, but he is alone. Alone on the plain. And there’s hands on his neck.

He remembers his own voice. His own speech.

“Amba?” a whisper, “I don’t - I - I can’t…”

Trying to force the memories, the awareness that slips away like oil.

“I don’t know where I am.”

He grasps at his husband’s wrist. 

He stands on a plain, hands at his sides.

“You’re right here, you’re in the bedroom.”

The bedroom, the bedroom. He remembers the bedroom. Where he’d fallen asleep. Soft mattress, snoring dogs.

“I - I can’t…”

Fear and confusion and frustration bubble up, and he squeezes his eyes shut. Sting of tears prepared to fall. Warm hands move away from his neck. Warm arms wrap around him, pull him into a solid body.

“It’s okay, I have you. I’m right here.”

He sits on a bed, held fast by his loved one.

He stands on a clifftop village inhabited by ghosts. He watches the living pass by on the plain below.

And he tries, tries, tries to pull himself back into his body, to sit solid in one place. 

And he tries, and he tries, and he tries to pull his mind together. To himself, to the present, to reality. Push away the fog and shadows and confusion that cloud his mind. Away from the half-memories and the ghosts. 

Fear sets in again and tears trickle down his face, arms wrapping tighter around him as he fights to be free from this liminal space.

#ffxivwrite2022

[yutaleks]

hi lovely aleks hows ur week been so far? my day was eventful to say the least LMAO id heard that itd rain in my area during the morning but since its been awfully hot lately i thought itd be like a drizzle... peeked through my window at the office and it was DARK OUTSIDE like wtf its NOON ?!??!?!! got off my shift and all of my coworkers were standing at the office building's entrance watching the streets getting FLOODED... some people were taking off their shoes and running to the train station (like 5 minutes away from the offce if u run LOL) in socks, some others did not give two fucks and had their shoes *sink* underwater as they left the building, anddd lastly there were like 3 guys who wrapped plastic trash bags around their feet as makeshift rain boots LMAO and they were getting filmed and laughed at by their friends... yo juzgándolos en silencio como "cómo se nota q nunca fueron pobres" KAJAKSKJA yo cuando era niña tmb me ponia bolsas de consorcio en los pies cuando regresaba del jardin de infantes y llovía demasiado. la zona donde trabajo ahora es más de gente acomodada por así decirlo so yeah lol anyways when the heavy rain subsided a bit i waved off my coworkers and made my way to my bus stop... my shoes got soaked wet. yuuta pls carry me in ur arms i dont want to be a big girl who works anymore..... a nice woman shared her umbrella w me at the bus stop :-( she told me "ponete debajo nena, es lo suficientemente grande para ambas" what if i cried. i thanked her a lot <3 and i also chatted w another woman on the bus cuz we both had a long journey home. oh and i got Passionately (read: furiously) screamed at in a phone call during my shift but meh getting cussed out at in person WHILE in ur shift is the real shit. to me. thats what made me grow thicker skin at least LMAO but overall chatting w kind older women while im outside will always be a Healing experience. me when i cant shut up

se me olvida que para ustedes es el verano ahora... aquí hace friiiiiioooooo. bueno no Tanto frio pero frio. LMAO yo soy uno de esos tipos que no me molesta la lluvia entonces ni con sombrilla, yo voy así... si me mojo me mojo. LOL pero se lo que estas diciendo dique gente que nunca han sido pobre JAJA cuando tu comienzas a trabajar el Big Girl Job tu notas la gente que crecieron con plata LMAO. hay cosas que para ellos son normales que para los pobres es como ??? QUE?? lmao. anyway. that lady sounded so nice <3 lastima que alguien te trato así en el tele... hope tomorrow will be better ;(

#cannibal anon #ϟ asking aleksandria

[stxrrynxghts]

Rewatching Mahabharat (2/?)

I knew it. Vichitraveerya IS suffering from some kind of disease.

Poor Ambika and Ambalika. I feel so sad for these two.

Satyavati, you can try to comfort these two...at least don't rub salt on their wounds.

ANDDDD The OG trio of kids has been born

Was Amba really burning down fields for a douche like SHALVA? pity.

Shiva's entry>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Fun fact: the guy who plays Parashuram also played Duryodhan in BRC's MB.

Gandhari is scared of the dark. And she is gonna blindfold herself even after this.

Shakuni may be a shitty human but he is a good brother till now

Dhritrashtra is a douche, Pandu is a sweetie and Vidur is....the only one making any sense.

Why is Dhritrashtra so arrogant? He hasn't done anything worthwhile tbh.

He is already showing signs of being a bad husband.

Gandhari's dreams are shattered like that glass T_T

Why didn't Bhishma make it clear to Gandhari's parents that he wouldn't attack them if they refused?

KUNTI KUNTI KUNTI

Also Kunti

She is so pretty uwu

Okay. So basically, Kunti thinks only and only about Karna? WOW

Kunti has a foster BROTHER?

Satyavati is forgetting her own origins, like literally.

Is Dhritrashtra trying to seduce Gandhari?!

Madri is so pretty (again). But why is she a vamp?

AND PANDU HAS DONE THE DEED

BTW in the texts, The rishi is angry because Pandu interrupted him before he could finish...which sounds very weird.

Pandu has the tendency to get over-excited. Dude didn't even listen to what Kunti had to say-

AND BABY YUDHISHTHIRA IS HERE.

Did I just see 5 stages of Yudhishthira's childhood in the matter of few episodes-

Dhritrashtra YOU BITCH-

I have some kind of special love for Gandhari, Kunti and Madri.

OHMY BABY ARJUN

#mahabharat #mahabharata #starbharat recap

[mmm-amba]

phony ppl recap

it was incredible! it was really great, but first i am going to rant about white people being so anxiety inducing... white girl #1 asked if she could tag along with me and my friend...? and she was like well i'm alone and you know the crowd is rowdy and i was like, in my head, like ? bitch what do you think i care? am i responsible for you? the crowd wasn't even that rowdy (some other white girl was shifting about but it wasn't that bad). white girl #2 was okay she was just tall in the second row and took awhile to give me space. at some point i was at the very back, along the staircase, and it was so cringe seeing white group #3 and white couple #4 dancing hahaha. at some point one of them took a backfacing camera selfie... with the flash on? and my eyes died i looked pissed in the background i think. at the end of the show, i was sitting at a bar table by myself and this old white lady #5 tried to talk to me about how there wasn't enough seating in the bar? and i was like oh okay lol.

anyway, lesson learned, white people at lincoln hall are no buenz but i mean i could hold my ground. i really liked my makeup and some girlies complimented it and that made me feel special! i did baby blue glitter with my baby blue cardigan and asymmetrical cheek sparkles -- two stars on one side (why iii love the moon) and two circle sequins on the other.

so i went with sg, a friend i've made in grad school. like all the non-american indians in my cohort, sg is from kolkatta and graduated from indian statistical institute, this genius school founded by mahalanobis. sg is super smart but it was her first concert.

the opener was this dj and he was so good. everyone was dance-y and that was so nice. notable parts were when he played suede, super rich kids, and this mac miller song. but his beats were lowkey fire i really liked them! part of me wants to think that he played andersoon .paak for me hahaha.

but this opener made us do THE ELECTRIC SLIDE and i didn't know how to do it lol. i bumped into people and spilled my water. sorry @ Black people lol i am rhythmically challenged on this front.

and then sg was super tired out by the opener so after the first one, i went to see her off in her uber. the bouncer was nice and let me re-enter when i explained the situation. (the opener was slot-a. so good. i just checked his IG and his daughter is going to be born soon!)

THEN i was on my own! and i went to hide out in the photo booth during the second opener because i was tired too. it was so fun being high and alone in the photo booth. i was thinking about a lot of things... a lot of things i forgot. i thought about 12 y/o amba. but it felt nice to have private moment in a photo booth. i felt utterly unperceived and ironic and humorous!

these really beautiful girls were resting their feet, sitting outside the photo booth. there were two friend groups that were kind of melding, and they seemed so fucking cool. it was nice eavesdropping their conversation. when they left to go back to the audience, i think one of them checked to see if i was still in there. but i was having fun thinking and also texting sg and ab (ab is also bengali and my FAVORITE). (okay speaking of ab, ab at some point texted me how excited he was to see his girlfriend that he feels like dancing. he's on a 33 hour journey back to his home!) but anyway these beautiful girls are planning on seeing this other concert that i have one ticket to! i wanted to ask them how they strategize around the ballroom venue but... i was in the photobooth alone lol so i did not want to disturb their conversation.

and then the second opener finished, i went to the bathroom and made a joke to a stranger girly about how our outfits coordinated. and when i was peeing i was thinking about how clean the bathroom stall walls were and what a shame that was. there was no writing on it! there was this guy who drank too much or something but he was taken care of just sitting in the hallway.

so now i have rested and i am back! i re-enter the stage and...

let me just rave about this venue for a bit. it's pretty small, but it's sloped, so you can see. there's also a lightweight bar inside the venue that's crazy! so nice. and they have lots of free water! but yeah anyway i returned inside and it was pACKED so i found the first open spot along a stair rail and stood there.

that was where i, in my unfortunate periphery, saw those weird white people. but there were some cool Black people like this couple next to me, these loud ass women behind me who seemed cool, and then this friend group in front of me. we got pretty dancey but it felt kind of awkward. i was here for most of the main set and it was good. i didn't know their new shit very well honestly but it was nice hearing it live and vibing.

oh! another thing was that it was fun being eyed by some guys but it also felt weird. like, i hope that me enjoying myself and being dancey isn't some invitation. but honestly all the guys were very well behaved UNLIKE THOSE WHITE GIRLS UGH I CAN'T. i guess i haven't dressed up in a bit so it was a welcome surprise HAHA it's a good reminder that i'm hot shit. there were some potentially cute e asian people there too but i did not get a close look.

anyway, while i was standing in the back on the stair rail, i kept on seeing these solo dolo people reenter the crowd. and after three people did it (spaced out), i gathered my balls and followed the fourth person i saw reenter the crowd. i wonder what the the people i was standing around on the stair rail thought. probably they didn't notice. but did they cheer for me as i conquered the crowd? hahahaha

but yeah i ended up in the third row which is partially due to how small the venue was. but it was pretty easy snaking through. i actually ended up near the people i was standing with during the first opener.

somehow, why iii love the moon, cookie crumble. GOOD SONGS! yesterday's tomorrow as well. honestly it was a tiring concert. there was a detour to sing happy birthday to this person named brooke; there was a lot of improv and flashy lights. i was so tired by the end! i went to sit in the photo booth but some people wanted to use it haha so i sat at a bar table that this couple was sitting at, but i asked if i could sit. and then i got some water. then my wait and save lyft picked me up

and holy shit my lyft driver was sooo nice. he was talking to me about what it's like driving for lyft and how he's had over 22,000 people in the 4 years 5 months of doing lyft. and his car was decked out lol with christmas decorations. i gave him the biggest tip i could because he was talking about how he doesn't discriminate on where to pick up customers. he says that southside people have a hard time being picked up because the drivers don't want to go there... yeah. he waited for me to enter my building gate and i waved bye to him and he rolled down his window to say bye! like he really valued safety. and on the way down the freeway he pointed out these cars that were absolutely fucking totaled and just left there. and how drunk drivers were very dangerous. i am really thankful because 12am picking me up from a bar -- i don't have the energy to deal with weird drivers and he is someone i would trust any of my friends to be passengers in his car.

anyway i couldn't sleep so i made some cong you bing with ji dan. and i tried packing a bit so i don't have as much to do tomorrow. and now i'm writing this before i forget.

#journal

[johnsilamba-18]

There was a name john, he is eighteen years old, he is sweet, friendly , kind, He loves chocolates, nature, foods. He lives in Calabayan, Ozamiz City, P-5. He is the son of Salvador Amba and Jearimelyn Amba and he have 3 beautiful sisters (Shaina Amba, Sharamae Amba, Sarah Jane Amba).

He is one of the students of Misamis University, but before all that I want you to know his past. He lived in Molave Zamboanga Del Sur. (2008) that's when he started go to school (Alliance kindergarten) and he graduated kindergarten in the year of (2011. 2011) that's when he started Grade 1 from Molave Vocational Pilot School. the year (2014), he transferred to other school (Andrea elementary school) from Aguada, Ozamiz City. The year 2015 he transferred to other school (Faustino C. Decena Elem. School) That is where he graduated Elementary (2016-2017). High School Year (2017) he was a student from Misamis University but he didn't graduated Junior High School from Misamis University because in the year (2020) he transferred to other school (Ozamiz City National High School) and that's where he graduated Junior High School. (2021) He Returned to Misamis University and that's where he continue his studies.

#CreativeNonFiction

[adhamhocaoimh]

“Everyday the sandwich guy shows up to the office at about 12:00. He offers a wide selection of sandwiches from the very traditional (tuna, egg salad etc) to the more esoteric.

An esoteric sandwich? What can an esoteric sandwich taste like? It is through him that I discovered the "sabich". A sabich is a sandwich traditionally eaten by Iraqi Jews on Saturday morning (the Jewish Sabbath).

It might be the most delicious sandwich I have ever eaten in my life. It's a delicious combo of hummous, techina, hard-boiled egg, pickles, parsley and fried eggplant shoved into a pita. Elsewhere in the world it's known as Babi Jan. Apparently about forty-somewhat years ago an Iraqi Jew ran a small kiosk in the Israeli city of Ramat Gan and served up these delicious sandwiches. The name of the guy was Sabich (It's like being a Smith in Iraq) and he was the only person in the country making the Babi Jan so everyone started referring to the sandwich as a Sabich.

I love the food here. Nothing can be more satisfying than a fresh falafel stuffed with all the goods. I love the ethnic food. The soul food of the Jewish people. There are hundreds of these places all over the country. Most of them were started by women 40 years ago whose sons now run them. The mothers (now grandmothers) still meddle and can be seen in the kitchen nearly everyday. My favorite place of all time is called Mordoch and is located near the Mahane Yehuda open-air market in Jerusalem. The Mordoch family are Kurdish and serve the best kubbeh soup in the entire country. Kubbeh soup is a meal unto itself. There are two kinds - red and green - Red kubbeh soup has a tomato and beet base. Green (commonly known as Chamutzta) is a really sour soup made with swiss chard and a ton of lemon juice. The star of both soups however is the Kubbeh itself. Kubbeh are bulgar dumplings filled with meat and spices. I have consistently had at least one bowl of kubbeh soup a week in the past five years.

Mahane Yehuda might be one of my favorite places in the entire country. It has such an old school feel to it. It features tons of fruit and vegetable stalls, fresh fish, and aromatic coffee, thousands of spices, butchers and baked goods. The merchants are constantly yelling. On Fridays, the prices get cheaper and cheaper as the Sabbath draws closer with merchants trying to sell as much as possible before the Jewish Sabbath begins. I shop at the same merchants every week. When I was a soldier and was doing my shopping there, the amount of free stuff I received was unbelievable. I once went to this prepared food place and ordered a small chicken and a couple of side dishes. I was in uniform and I guess it struck the owner as odd that I was buying food for one person. Friday night dinner is to Jews as Sunday dinner is to Italians. Tons of family and even more food. The owner asked me why I was buying such a small amount of food. I told him that I was a chayal boded, translated as a lonely soldier - a soldier who doesn't have any family in the country. He then invited me to his house to eat with his family. In America, this would be viewed as odd, even a little dangerous. Not so here. It's quite common to have strangers over for Friday night dinner. The only reason I didn't go was that I had just finished my most difficult week of basic training - called war week - and just wanted to eat something, shower and sleep for 24 hours.

I have never experienced anything like Mahane Yehuda in America and its really a shame. The closest I thing I have ever seen was The West Side Market in Cleveland which had a lot of character and was somewhat old school in a middle America sort of way. But it ain't my market and they don't serve kubbeh soup there.” • 2005

4 small eggplants (with soft, edible skins)

2 tablespoons oil

2 eggs (hard-boiled and sliced)

1/4 cup hummus (store-bought or homemade)

1/4 cup tahini sauce

Israeli salad

2 tablespoons amba sauce (or more to taste)

Salt (to taste)

Freshly ground pepper (to taste)

2 pita rounds (cut in half)

[okurut]

#Repost ESPAÑOL ABAJO) ✨ I loved this collaboration with Swing Dance Uganda 🇺🇬 and Okurut George. This kind of collaboration helps both sides to keep inspired and motivated. 👉 Swing Dance Uganda is a movement that is working with different nonprofit organisations in Uganda 🇺🇬 like Heart of Dance African Rhythm organization. They share the dance with children from the Nsambya slum in Gogonyia as one of the communities they are reaching out to. Swing Dance Uganda 🇺🇬 seeks collaborations from other dancers to enrich the activity with children. 🤩 I was happy to choreograph and share with them this routine a few months back. I love to see them dancing with their own expressivity. ------- ✨ Me encantó esta colaboración que hicimos con Swing Dance Uganda 🇺🇬 y Okurut George hace unos meses. Este pequeño proyecto ayudó a ambas partes a mantenernos inspirad@s y motivad@s en tiempos en que la pandemia no nos permitía hacer muchas actividades con otras personas. 👉 Swing Dance Uganda es un movimiento que está trabajando con diferentes organizaciones sin fines de lucro en Uganda 🇺🇬 como la organización Heart of Dance African Rhythm. Comparten el baile con niños del barrio de Nsambya en Gogonyia. Swing Dance Uganda 🇺🇬 busca colaboraciones con otros bailarines para enriquecer la actividad con los niños. 🤩 Fue un placer coreografiar y compartir con ell@s esta rutina hace unos meses. Me encanta verlos bailar con su propia expresividad. #Uganda #Ugandaswingkids #OkurutGeorge #ellafitzgerald #jazz #lindyhop #swing #swingdance #jazzdance #jazzmusic #swingmusic #rhythm #ritmo #solojazz #jazzsteps #musicality #musicalidad #roserswing (at Kampala, Uganda) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd_Ziq-K3xh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#repost #uganda #ugandaswingkids #okurutgeorge #ellafitzgerald #jazz #lindyhop #swing #swingdance #jazzdance #jazzmusic #swingmusic #rhythm #ritmo #solojazz #jazzsteps #musicality #musicalidad #roserswing