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you may call me suvi / suvarna / rekha 🪷 my painfully-mediocre-but-made-with-love edits
Anonymous asked:
just found out that there are NO fanfics written for yjhd on ao3(whatever's there under the tag is a crossover of some kpop band)... might have to take matters in my own hands... but like i don't get it, it's a cult classic with a crazy following on Tumblr, how does it not have anything written about it??
Wha- really? I have never personally searched for YJHD fanfictions since I always engaged in its reddit or other online discourses than more-than-canon narratives but this is absolute bonkers. We really need to step up our fandom game, man. Where is the Adi x Bunny AU fanfiction I have been craving? I see so many queer as well as holy gifsets of many Bollywood movies, heck please write about that too! We'd love to dip our toes in the potpourri of fanon (nostalgic) desi childhood franchises.
We really need to fandomize (idc if that's not a word) ourselves our ao3, ffn, wattpad with some seriously well-written fanfictions. I seriously cannot grasp that soap operas airing a decade ago like Diya aur Baati Hum and many more have more fanonical writer fanbase than Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani?
Also anon, when you take these serious matters in your reformist hands, please ping me. I'd love to read your work.
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Blair fell first. She fell in that damn hallway. She fell because of Dan’s little smiles and the gap in his teeth. She fell because of the way that he saw her insecurities with Serena and talked her through it, bearing his own insecurities and secrets so that she felt less alone. She fell because of the way he was supposed to be better than the rest of them. She fell because of the way he told her she deserved to be happy and did shots with her parents. And then she kissed him and she got fucking terrified and slammed the breaks because Blair has never lived in a world where she gets what she wants without dire consequences, without things turning bad. She couldn’t watch things with Dan crumble and watch him fade away or become something unrecognizable.
Dan fell harder. Blair snuck up on him. He didn’t even see her coming. She snuck up on him through long nights talking on the phone and movies in the dark. She snuck up on him through museums and coffee. She snuck up on him through a shared Valentine’s Day. She snuck up on him through falling asleep on his shoulder. She became who he wanted to talk about things with and make laugh and be around as much as possible. She was everything he wanted and could only dream he could have. And then they kissed and he practically fell down an elevator shaft. He loved her by writing Louis’s vows and being her confidante. He loved her by trying to make her happy, even if it meant losing what could be.
Blair fell first. Dan fell harder.
first step to downfall? not owning up to your own mistakes. instagram and youtube purposely showcase content which aligns with your biases and concoct algorithm basis that. just because a white woman who sounds like a big sis tells you you've done nothing wrong, you're a goddess, "he doesn't deserve you, he's ugly, you're pretty" and shit–it shouldn't change your mind if you've cheated, been a toxic person, or done something messed up. it takes two to tango, and in some cases, you might be the only one who's wrong. instead of justifying and defending your wrongdoings pathetically, just accept and improve certain things about yourself to not hurt people who love you in the future.
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Okay, not all men—but why is it always a man?
How can someone even think of doing something like that? If you don’t fear the law, at least fear God! That is a sacred place—what the hell are you doing?
Yes, we ‘overreact’ about safety because not a single day goes by without the fear that someone on public transport will ‘accidentally’ rub their genitals against our back or ‘accidentally’ let their hand touch our chest or body. We fear for our safety because, for the next few days, we might end up hating our own skin. We carry our bags on our backs even in crowded spaces, even when it’s inconvenient, even when we fear someone might take something out of the bag—at least then, we won’t have to hate our own skin.
And what about catcalling when we’re not even on the same transport? What’s our fault when a man in a bus can't control himself and starts making weird gestures at us just because we happened to look up at a passing bus? Or when we’re walking down the street, and someone passes uncomfortably close to us? That’s why we have to hold our keys tightly, keep something sharp in hand, stay hyper-aware—just to reach our destination safely, until the next time we have to go through it all over again.
Yeah, okay, not all men—because I have great,caring, respectful,genuine men around me trying to protect me from men themselves. So maybe not all men. But even they know that somehow… it’s always a man.