Baahubali-Lion King parallels
@teambaahubali
(And yes, this probably fits better as a meta but I assume the cross over universe thing works too?)
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
Aziraphale, hanging out on Noah’s Ark watching the flood waters rise. Hears a noise down in the hull and goes to investigate.
Finds Crowley stowed away in the hull along with several hundred Mesopotamian children ranging in age from infants to late teens.
Crowley, in the middle of passing around a bread basket that endlessly refills itself, looks up like a deer in headlights. “Okay, I can explain this…”
—Later that day—
Crowley, while bottle feeding one of the infants: I mean clearly the Almighty wants these children dead, what with their capacity for evil and stuff, so by saving them all, I’m actually going against the Ineffable Plan.
Aziraphale, hiding a smile: Right. Makes perfect sense.
Crowley: I’m being very evil here.
Aziraphale: Of course you are.
Crowley: …you’re not about to throw them all overboard, are you? Because I will fight you.
Aziraphale: Oh, no. You’ve clearly outwitted me this time. I must accept my defeat with grace. And Noah has enough on his plate with the animals, I shouldn’t burden him with this. You’ve won this round, wily serpent.
Crowley, getting choked up: Y-Yes, that’s right. I’m very wily. And evil. Don’t forget that.
we do see a fair amount of Crowley’s eyes in the show but I also want to stan the rest of David Tennant’s face for being so expressive that even with these big sunglasses that you can still tell exactly what is going on in Crowley’s mind. this is of course assisted by the fact that what is going on in Crowley’s mind 99% of the time is “holy hot damn I love ONE (1) complete idiot” but the thought still stands
5 HCs AU: When Sita tries to call upon Bhumi Devi to swallow her up, nothing happens.
1. It is–not quite nothing, a rumble from the earth whispering Not yet, my daughter; but it is not the rest that Sita has wanted for so long.
Around her, courtiers and commoners whisper alike of Maithali’s failure with as much surprise as satisfaction: now, at least, they can silence the lingering guilt at their part in their queen’s exile. Certainly she was to blame all along, and their King’s decision above reproach.
Sita does not speak again, but turns to leave, head held high.
2. She goes back to her cottage in Valmiki’s hermitage, the only place–other than an abandoned hut in Panchavati–that feels like home.
Some, Sita knows, might urge her on to giving up her life: but fire had let her pass unscathed, the son of wind spoken in her favor, and earth her mother forsaken her. Why ought she to imagine the waters might be any different?
In the back of her mind, faint but fixed, is the throb of anger; her husband’s wrath might threaten to destroy the world, but Sita’s is a thousand times more destructive. Lanka learned that lesson all too well; Sita closes her eyes and prays for peace.
3. Kush might be the elder, but Luv the bolder, and Luv the one who asks her at last one night.
“Would you have left us?”
A mother’s instinct almost brings No, of course not to her lips; but Janaka’s daughter does not lie, no more than she hides from hard truths.
“Yes,” she says.
“With a father we scarcely know?”
“Your teacher’s stories–”
Luv scowls. “Are just that.” His mouth curls up, just as it did when he was five years old and refusing to eat his dinner. “You would have left us.”
Sita sighs, and holds out her arms to him. “And I never will again.”
4. “You might have been princes,” she reminds Kush, who should have been heir to Ayodhya. “You might have taken your rightful places.”
He only snorts. “And rule the same louts who scorned our mother? Never.”
She does not dare admit that she is proud of him, but her smile betrays her nonetheless.
5. Sita is tending to her garden when she hears footsteps approaching, coaxing weeds to take life elsewhere; she looks up to find her husband peering down at her, clearly awkward and somehow not yet out of place. His clothes are stark; his head is bare, devoid of the crown. She wonders if Bharata was convinced to take it at last, or if Lakshmana obliged instead.
(She knows too, enough of the ways of ruling to know that a king does not simply wake one morning and renounce his throne. He must have been planning this, moving the pieces into the motion, since the day she and the boys had departed Ayodhya forever.)
“Forgive me,” he says, and Sita, who had half-feared she would never be able to do so, feels her rage ebb at last.
Beneath her bare feet, the earth hums her contentment.
Due to personal reasons I will be on your own business and the other day of school and college students and teachers.
“due to personal reasons i will ____” is so fucking funny because it implies both that whatever you’re doing is some kind of self care AND that it’s nobody else’s goddamn business
talking to a guy who works in tech about phones and mentioned how i didn’t like the new iphones or androids bc of the size and he was like “yeah i’ve noticed quite a few women feel like that idk why bc it’s so good having such a big screen” and i was like “it’s literally bc our hands are too small, i can’t reach across the screen” and he was shocked and had never thought about it and i had to explain to him how many things aren’t designed for women and he was truly astonished 🙄🙄
Crowley, teaching Aziraphale to drive: Okay, so you’re driving and Gabriel and Michael walk onto the road. Quick, what do you hit?
Aziraphale: Oh definitely Gabriel
Crowley, sighing: The brakes, angel. You hit the brakes.
why arent they married yet
im about to test the limits of discord nitro
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