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Eva Green as Vesper Lynd CASINO ROYALE (2006) dir. Martin Campbell
A piece of media: This is a complex story where no one is evil and no one is a saint. People are a reflection of their world, their life experiences and trauma. Morality depends on context from which you view the character. You are not supposed to find every character good or even likable. You can take sides and find real life parallels but the biggest point is to make you think and maybe recognize the flaws in yourself as well as the goodness in those you hate.
Tumblr: okay so THIS is the bad person and THIS is the good person. This is the oppressor and this is the oppressed. This is the abuser and this is their victim. If you like this EVIL character you are clearly the same as my asshole dad who reminds me of this character. Not taking a moralistic stance on a fictional story means you are amoral. Analysis is actually about figuring out who the bad-est person is so you can disavow them and who the good-est person is so you can root for them. The media you consume reflects your values and the characters you find interesting are clearly the ones who are exactly the same as you.
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@femmefatalenet | event nine | athena in 2018 | sky
In 2018, Athena is still in Athens, trying to figure out where it went wrong, strategizing, reading, analysing, war after war after war, trying to see when she lost control of it all, when it starting going beyond her. Because she is determined, single-minded, steadfast, and she is going to change the world once more.
Blue river, Brandsetvegen, Vossestrand, Norway / Christian Lunde
Orchid: fertility, virility, sexuality, exotic beauty
Iris: eloquence, royalty, faith, wisdom, hope, valor
Jasmine: beauty, sensuality, love, purity
Sunflower: adoration, platonic love, admiration, loyalty
Red Rose: passionate, requited love, desire
Peony: bashfulness, wealth, compassion, beauty, happy marriage
Lavender: purity, silence, devotion, grace, calmness
Lilac: affection, youthful innocence, confidence, humility
Anthurium: hospitality, happiness, abundance
Daisy: innocence, purity, true love, new beginnings
Anemone: fading hope, forgotten love, faires, anticipation
Gardenia: purity, hope, trust, secret love, dreams, clarity
Hyacinth: sincerity, sporty attitude, playfulness, rashness, jealousy
Daffodil: creativity, inspiration, renewal, awareness, unrequited love
okay, but, like, I feel like we need to emphasize more on how important it is to have a partner you can just talk to. I was telling this to someone the other day, but Hollywood and media focuses so much on sexual tension and explosive passion in a relationship, and while those are completely valid and understandable things for certain, not all, people to desire (even I myself do), I feel like there’s barely enough light casted onto the value of being able to converse with your partner and relish in their company even in the most neutral discussion. I can barely count how many films, particularly romance ones, have emphasized on the importance and value of being able to speak to a partner like they are your close friend, and being able to absolutely adore their company, and engage in conversation with them about anything and everything, even if it isn’t romantic. Lexi and Fez, Aristotle and Dante, Marianne and Heloise, Jesse and Celine, Connell and Marianne. so many people adore these couples because they showcase such a human, genuine connection through conversation. Lexi and Fez discussing God and the backlash of social media. Aristotle and Dante’s talks on finding identity and how life feels better when the shoes are kicked off. Marianne and Heloise debating over what it meant when Orpheus turned around, and the release found within music. Celine speaking to Jesse about how the media is controlling our minds and how she thinks she really loves someone when she can detect every detail of them, Jesse speaking to Celine about when he saw his deceased grandmother in the sprinkle of a hose and the things he remembers his parents having said to him. Connell and Marianne sitting under the summer sun, eating ice cream, discussing the differences in their class and how money can be simultaneously corrupt and indescribably appealing. all of these couples have made me realize how while passionate kisses under the rain and loud proclamations of your love for someone are valuable for certain people, it is also inexpressibly important to find someone who you can linger in the passenger seat for just to hear what they thought about the movie you watched last night. someone who you take your time putting your shoes on for just to hear about the physical sensation they got when the second last line of your favourite song reverberated through their headphones.
fav hindu mythology stories: Krishna and Kaliya
“Kaliya, in Hindu traditions, was the name of a poisonous Naga (snake) living in the Yamuna River, in Vrindavan. The water of the Yamuna for four leagues all around him boiled and bubbled with poison. No bird or beast could go near, and only one solitary Kadamba tree grew on the river bank.
Once Krishna and herdboys were playing ball, and while playing Krishna climbed up the Kadamba tree and hung over the river bank, the ball fell into the river and Krishna jumped after it. Kāliya rose up with his hundred and ten hoods vomiting poison and wrapped himself around Krishna’s body. Krishna became so huge that Kāliya had to release him. So Krishna saved himself from every attack, and when he saw the Brij folk were so afraid he suddenly sprang into Kāliya’s head and assumed the weight of the whole universe, and danced on the naga’s heads, beating time with his feet. Then, Kāliya began to die. But then the naga’s wives came and prayed to Krishna with joined palms, worshipping Krishna and praying for their husband.
Kāliya, recognizing the greatness of Krishna, surrendered, promising he would not harass anybody. So Krishna pardoned him and then let him go free to leave the river and go to Ramanaka Dwipa, his home.” (x)
credits: i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi, vii, viii, ix
Krishna and Rukmini for the Compass Rose meme. Thanks.😄
North
first encounter | (turnabout is) fair play | fool’s gold | forbidden fruit | the female of the species is more deadly than the male
They watch her, eyes glittering with greed, and anger tightens Rukmini’s throat once more: to this crowd of shameless men, she is no more than a prize, a possession that their friend has already claimed.
She forces herself to smile.
Let them look; they will never have more than this illusion of her, docile and demure. They are fools, each and every one of them, and treasure knows better than to stay in their hands.
South
(cold) comfort | confession | cloak and dagger | crocodile tears | charmed life
Perhaps it is a tad dramatic to send a secret letter.
Rukmini cannot bring herself to regret it, though: always she has been wise Rukmini, prudent Rukmini, Rukmini to whom all answers are known. Some might suppose it was only that she craved some excitement in her life; so, at least, her brother supposes in her fury.
But in truth, she has as much of a taste for intrigue as her husband — and when one feels so, when one fights for her very life, who would not expect wise and prudent Rukmini to plot and scheme?
East
stars | songs and stories | (politics/misery makes for) strange bedfellows | silver lining | sea change
Someday, Rukmini knows, Dwaraka will return to the sea. She does not regret this: her kingdom, though beautiful, is but borrowed from the ocean, and outsiders may not enjoy his bounty for long.
No, what she dreads is that Dwaraka dares not abandon its duty while Krishna lives, but he cannot do so forever. Someday, Rukmini knows, Krishna must return to the heavens from which he came—and that day shall be her last on this earth.
West
just in time | joined at the hip | jam tomorrow | juvenile | journey’s end
Her heart stops a dozen times, once for every step that leads down the Devi temple. She feels alone, flanked though she is by waiting-women—at least until she hears the thunder of trotting horses.
A hand takes hers, and tugs her into the chariot; Rukmini laughs in delight.
“I trust,” says Krishna, “that I am not too late.”
“Not at all,” Rukmini replies, in every bit as excessively solemn a tone. “You are just in time.”
They beam at each other.
Gayatri Devi (1919-2009).
Indian princess and politician.
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She was the third Maharani consort of Jaipur from 1940 to 1949, a politician, and philanthropist who was admired as an icon of glamorous royalty but later emerged as an outspoken politician and social activist.
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Ethnically born in a Koch Rajbongshi Hindu family, her father was Maharaja Jitendra Narayan of Cooch Behar in West Bengal, and her mother was Maratha Princess Indira Raje of Baroda, the only daughter of Maharaja Sayajirao Gaekwad III.
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In 1940 she became the third wife of Sawai Man Singh II, the maharajah of Jaipur and an international polo player. Gayatri Devi rejected purdah (the seclusion expected of female Indian royalty), traveled frequently, and received foreign dignitaries, including U.S. first lady Jacqueline Kennedy in 1962. Gayatri Devi also founded several girls’ schools.
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Following India's independence and the abolition of the princely states, she became a successful politician in the Swatantra Party. She advocated free enterprise and greater involvement with the West. She served 12 years in Swatantra Party, during which time she was a prominent critic of Indira Gandhi's government. When Prime Minister Gandhi declared a state of emergency in 1975, she was arrested due to an alleged political vendetta on the false accusation of violating tax laws and was jailed for five months. After her departure from politics, she lived a quiet life in her large estate, spending time with her grandchildren and on hobbies and leisure.
She published her biography, A Princess Remembers, written by Santha Rama Rau, in 1976.
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Gayatri Devi was also celebrated for her classical beauty and became something of a fashion icon in her adulthood.
She was a particularly avid equestrienne. She was an excellent rider and an able Polo player. Her Highness was fond of cars and is credited with importing the first Mercedes-Benz W126, a 500 SEL to India which was later shipped to Malaysia.
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She had a son, Prince Jagat Singh.
She died on 29 July 2009 in Jaipur, at the age of 90. She was suffering from paralytic ileus and a lung infection. She left an estate estimated at nearly half a billion USD.
Ausserferrera, Switzerland [3024 × 4032] [OC] - Author: phaexal on reddit
This art is SO........
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Saw this doing the rounds on Facebook 😂