props for possibly my fav comment on AO3 ever
You guys don’t know many times I watched this video last night.
Bowing infront of the legend Ramdhari Singh Dinkar who reached the pinnacle of hindi poetry with “Krishna Ki Chetavni.” from “Rashmirathi”
Goosebumps guaranteed ~
Watch at your own risk.
This is the same paper that we see her get back in this scene, in which we can see this was a large essay too.
There's nothing rushed to her handwriting, this was not an essay done at the last minute, and still, it shows several signs of a learning disability and/or dysgraphia.
Misspells her name in the second line
Wrong and inconsistent pronoun usage
Her margin spacing is consistent with someone who can't do proper syllable division
Immature transcription (see: writes her "um"s)
Limited vocabulary
Shows signs of: difficulty expressing ideas in writing, having a limited vocabulary, mispronouncing words or using a wrong word that sounds similar, and having trouble organizing what she wants to say. Those are all symptoms of a learning disability.
Less of a checklist sign, but her handwriting is very round and careful, while still not being consistently sized (see unfashionable). This and the margin sizes are very common in kids with bad dysgraphia who are made to take rigorous calligraphy courses to "fix the problem". Courses that work on the visual without remedying its underlying issues and causes. Form over content if you will.
Looking at this very blatant sign that she has a learning disability and immediately defaulting to calling her names (yes calling her stupid and saying Elphaba is a moronsexual for this counts), asking how she got into Shiz, or defending Dillamond in doing the very first thing teachers are told NOT to do with disabled students (re: calling attention to it in front of the entire class) is ableist!
“Hinduphobia is not real”
Wicked: Part One (2024) deleted scene
Help I’m reading the 2nd Oz book and damn Glindas cold af
The smirk grows, Morrible grinning something wicked with far too many teeth, and then-
She starts to chant. The words drop off her tongue in a steady rhythm, something ancient and powerful coloring her tone. Elphaba immediately recognizes the language of the Grimmerie.
Its effect on Glinda is immediate. Her eyes blow wide with terror, and she scrambles to move, nearly tripping as she shoves at Elphaba.
"Go!" she shouts, before she slams her hands over her ears and screams.
It's agonizing. It tears out of her in a mix of anger and pain, her eyes clenched shut and her nails digging into her temples.
"St-stop!" Elphaba cries. She tries to reach for the blonde, but Glinda flinches away, yelling wordlessly as she curls in on herself.
"Whatever you're doing, stop it!"
Elphaba can feel her magic sparking under her skin, her pulse racing as panic floods her system. Morrible is smiling, the chant falling from her tongue like she's said it a million times before, like it's almost habit. In front of her, Glinda crumbles to her knees.
"Glinda!"
She's saying something. Something too faint and choked for Elphaba to pick up on right away. She crouches closer, hands fluttering uselessly over the girl's shaking frame.
"Glinda?" Elphaba asks again, her worry spiking when a sudden stillness falls over the girl. "What are you saying?"
Glinda lifts her head slowly, jaw clenched and eyes burning as she hisses, low and hard.
"Run."
It's the last thing Glinda says before her hands drop from her ears, her shoulders lock and straighten, and her previously twisted expression smooths completely over. Brown eyes, once full of fear and pain, are now dead and cold.
And staring right at Elphaba.
The blonde stands slowly in the sudden silence. Elphaba scrambles to her own feet, retreating hastily in a few awkward steps. Something is wrong. Glinda...she's gone.
Where just moments ago her friend stood, there is now an empty doll wearing her face. A puppet, ready to be pulled into place by Morrible's awful strings.
"Glinda?" Elphaba whispers one last time.
But the girl doesn't answer. Her eyes gleam with deadly intent, any trace of recognition or love gone in an instant. Elphaba's best friend is nowhere to be found. There is only the soldier.
And right now, her wand is aimed directly at Elphaba's heart.
"If you are so committed to being perfectly lawful that you can not see the value of breaking a law to defend yourself or others, then you are not good. You are obedient."
---- Krishna to Arjuna (at some point probably)
Why do hindu rights posts have so few reblogs? Because hindus are cowards. They cannot even reblog stuff raising awareness about their own community even if it’s on Tumblr, a platform that provides anonymity. We are nothing like our ancestors. We are weak, vulnerable and pathetic and it sucks.
It’s easier to reblog shayari or desi stuff instead. Ik because I’ve been there. I know how it feels to be a Hindu. I know how it feels to look the other way and numb your heart but sometimes—
We just don’t flipping care.
RIP Odysseus of Ithaca you would’ve loved FaceTime
I love that the fandom simultaneously agreed that Glinda would be the main character we'd traumatize and project onto
Like, wdym every single fanfic I read Glinda is the most mentally unstable person ever?
I love it