Folks Let Me Talk About Crowley And Sunglasses, Because I Have A Lot Of Emotions About When He Wears

Rama and Krishna trading places

for @medhasree

“You killed him,” says one of Kaliya’s wives in a voice devoid of all feeling, even as her husband sinks deeper into the waters of the Yamuna. “He was poisoning our waters, and the very air we breathe,” Balarama says, even as his heart yearns after the greatest part of him lying coiled at the edge of the universe. Almost he could slip into the waters himself and, unaffected, slip his arms around his kinswomen to comfort them. Rama, on the banks, cleans his arrows and slips them into a quiver comically big for him, and says, “I killed him, as I kill all monsters who trouble my people.” “We are ourselves everywhere hunted by Garuda,”another wife protests. “If you retaliate by poisoning mortals, you turn from victims to villains yourself. Betake yourselves to Ramanaka Island, and live unharmed.”

“I would love nothing more,” Krishna reassures Surpanakha, “for I cannot remember when last I saw a woman so divinely lovely, bedecked in all the treasures the world can offer and yet needing none to add to her own beauty.” The rakshasi pauses, and the following smile has a distinct gleam of fangs. “You flatter masterfully, mortal, but I can hear a lie. You would love nothing more, yet surely you will find a reason to refuse me.” “I would love nothing more,” Krishna repeats, “but I have a wife already.” “An obstacle easily removed,” Surpanakha suggests, grinning wider than her slender face should allow. Lakshmana springs to his feet, outraged, but then sits again, arrow unnocked, at Krishna’s amused gesture. “But if you kill her I would mourn a hundred summers and scarcely be in a mood for love. You are far too intelligent to think otherwise.” “Since when do mortal men limit themselves to a single wife?” the rakshasi queries. Krishna grins back at her, sunny and careless. “My own father has three queens, and the jealousy of one has brought us to this forest. So I cannot take you for a wife unless you renounce your royal life and live with us as a mendicant, for to do otherwise would cause resentment in my wife. Yet I cannot ask you to sacrifice your life and all its many enjoyments to live with us as my wife does, for that would anger you. You see my dilemma?” “I… yes,” says Surpanakha. “I will have your brother then, if I cannot have you.” “You could marry him,” Krishna allows. “But he is sworn to celibacy, so I would not advise it for one so given to pleasure as you are, O sensuous one.”

“Of course we will fight for you, with all the might Dwaraka has,” Rama assures the Pandavas. “I could hardly do less when my kinsmen are offered insult, and one I have long called a sister.” “One might argue,” says Prince Satyajit, “that it was Yudhishtira who offered insult to our sister, by waging her as he might his slaves.” It is the position Panchal has been taking on the matter, Panchali not excepted, and even Yudhishtira has grown inured enough to offer no ,ore than a tired flinch. “If he were playing against an honourable man, such a wager would not have been accepted, any more than you would trust a drunkard with your beloved child,” Rama says. “It makes no matter; we go to war not for petty faults, but because of dharma and adharma.” “Then must we wait,” Draupadi asks, “while the world grows heavy with adharma? What keeps us from war this instant?” “A vow binds you,” Rama reminds her, gentle and inexorable as a god. “But it does not bind us,” Satyajit points out. Rama’s answering laugh lights up the day, shakes birds from the trees.

Krishna is the one who fetches his wife from the Asoka grove, swings her off her feet laughing, kisses the tears from her eyes, and tells her, “I know this will be difficult for you after all our years in seclusion, but we must do it for the army, and to stifle any rumours before they raise their heads.” In front of the army he embraces her again, this time a conquering hero and not a relieved husband, and says in the voice that massed regiments can hear in the din of battle, “Now is my life lit up again, with Janaka’s chaste daughter in my arms. All my war has been but for this, that I may have my wife by my side once more.”

Yudhishtira and Duryodhana for the Swap headcannon.

“Yudhishtira is relieved that the path of dharma runs so straight and broad. A king’s son becomes king, and his own father has only ever been Regent, holding the throne for the next heir. The eldest son in the family becomes King, and Suyodhana is a full year older.

Yudhishtira wishes the path of dharma were not so crooked and full of traps for an unseasoned walker. A king’s son becomes king, and his own father was king, and his uncle though the elder only ever Regent. The eldest son in the family becomes King, and Suyodhana is a full year older.

Suyodhana says, “Mother, look what a bride our Arjuna has won with his valour,” and hands Draupadi forth as Pritha comes wondering out from her cottage. All too soon there will be Panchal to sit in counsel with, but it is good to see his mother pull his new sister into an embrace.

Suyodhana says, “I will gamble no further, I cannot wage my family,” overlapping withYudhishtira saying, “This is only a friendly game, I would not take your lands.”

“You are my brother,” he tells Karna. “We are bound together, that remains as true as ever it was. I pray you, forget my delusions about the nature of our tie, and remember only its affection. Let me crown you again, but King of Hastinapura now, and Emperor in Indraprastha.”

#whipped

José Olivarez, “Let’s Get Married”

Are we ever going to know what the present is?!!!

Ok but I have so many ideas for the Ineffable Husbands’ wedding/honeymoon

So the wedding itself is on the small side. They don’t really have friends in heaven and hell to invite, and their closest friends, outside one another, were humans and passed. They also didn’t want to hold back on the literal magic of the evening

It’s mainly the Them, Anathema, Newt, and a few other random humans that are of the magical variety and had made friends with the angel and demon over the years

Agnes sends a non-denomination priest, of course, as her wedding gift. He’s been waiting for this day his whole life, and he’s not going to spill. Agnes is laughing from beyond the grave

It’s an outdoor wedding, where the weather is ‘miraculously’ perfect as they do their wedding thing.

Crowley did NOT cry

Also Crowley TOTALLY didn’t put a few of his ‘dead spotted’ plants in empty seats because he totally killed them

Afterward, they end up at a small theater where the reception is, where the music is an odd mix of modern, gavotte, and Queen.

Some random woman shows up during this, but everyone thinks she’s just one of Crowley/Aziraphale’s random human friends. She brought a gift and ‘couldn’t say long because of work.’ Only when they get all the wedding pictures (a miracled camera was doing the work) did they see her and wonder who she was

Crowley and Aziraphale do their first dance to “Somebody to Love” by Queen ofc

They spend a whole year honeymooning around the globe and spend a month driving through the cosmos (Crowley brought the Bentley, and Aziraphale brought all the snacks that they had collected from their world travels).

When they get back they finally go through pictures and presents… and that’s when they see the gift from the mysterious woman.

And things get a whole lot more interesting

Read the notes 😂😂

a question to the skate board side of tumblr

how do you guys get the boards to stick to your feet when you jump?

Matilda (1996), dir. Danny DeVito

An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

just some little pride and prejudice (2005) things i love

the sense of chaotic female energy in the Bennet household

the sound of tinkling piano music and bird song and giggling 

when Jane tries to pull a ‘not all men’ on Lizzy but Lizzy is havin none of it and calls all men humourless poppycocks  

Lizzy’s satisfied smirk as she STRIDES away after sending mr darcy 2 his grave with ‘even if one’s partner is barely tolerable’ 

Lizzy and Jane giggling under the covers 😭

Mrs Bennet discussing Mr Bennets imposing death over the breakfast table and nobody bats an eyelid except to be like ‘its 10am’  like this obviously happens A Lot 

And then Mr Bennet and lizzy joke about Jane dying like why does this Regency era family have the humour of millennials  

when Darcy is listing all the things an accomplished woman should have and he says ‘she should expand her mind with extensive reading’ or w.e and lizzy SNAPS that book shut so fast

the Mrs Bennet Pig Testicle Scene Nobody Talks About 

the hand 

after Mr Collins proposal when Mrs Bennet goes to Mr Bennet for help and he’s just like up a ladder ? And all he does up there is pick up a pot plant? I’m thoroughly convinced he just climbed that ladder to avoid the drama ((he failed))

the dramatic ZOOM when Darcy bursts into the room just to stand around, make one line of polite conversation, and then leave

m not going to comment abt the rain scene bc theres too much to unpack but THE RAIN SCENE 

‘He’s so. he’s so… he’s so RICH’ i feel u girl 

The dreamy shots of Pemberley + dreamy music music layered with Darcy’s housekeeper saying lovely things about him like you know Lizzy was falling in love with him right then and there even tho he wasn’t even in the room

All the ripped statues probably help

 Shame that the scene where Darcy sees Lizzy at Pemberly for the first time will be forever ruined because all i can hear in my head is RUN 

Turns up in the middle of the night, invites self in, insults the size of the garden….. an icon 

The fact that the entire Bennet family listening in to private conversations at the door is a recurring theme 

“i love… i love… i love you”

the last scene of Lizzy and her dad laughing and crying at how in love she is is the goodest purest scene and in This House we don’t speak of the american alternate ending 

This is important. The tone Crowley used. It’s like he’s ready to change the name the instant Aziraphale says he doesn’t.