Kaanha-ki-barkat - There Is No Charm Equal To Tenderness Of Heart.

“i have ended wars singlehandedly, brought gods broken to their knees, dragged the very lights of heaven down to the sand, but my greatest victory was always that i was what sparked your smiles.”

— i no longer wish to be remembered for my battles or my blood (via wearealsoboats)

there are actors that people refer to as shapeshifters bc theyve played in so many movies in which they look nothing like their other parts and then. there’s michael sheen.

it’s a super short scene in the show but it says so much. crowley never does anything that really harms anyone (see: paintballs & pennies & phone lines), little of it is cruel in the ways that humans can be cruel — which makes it even more meaningful that he chooses humanity in the end. sure, he needs to drink for days to deal with it, but when he’s sober again, he stays

29 adorable animals with rare and interesting markings (x) 

What are your favourite p&p fics set in the regency era? x

Necessity is the Mother of Invention: An unusual first meeting between Elizabeth, Bingley and Darcy leads them down a different path.

Being Mrs Darcy: Being Mrs Darcy is a Regency, forced marriage scenario and is rated for mature audiences only and the angst-o-meter is set to high. Remember what Darcy is like in canon pre-Hunsford? I took him at his words to Elizabeth in Chapter 58: “I have been a selfish being all my life (…). [My parents] allowed, encouraged, almost taught me to be selfish and overbearing; to care for none beyond my own family circle; to think meanly of all the rest of the world; to wish at least to think meanly of their sense and worth compared with my own.” How, then, would he feel if he had a wife thrust upon him – a woman he did not know and whose circumstances in life were very much beneath his own? How will Elizabeth react to being forced to marry a man she doesn’t know and who very clearly does not think highly of her or her family?

Of Time Gone By: A tragic childhood illness changed the life of Fitzwilliam Darcy. When he meets a young gentlewoman named Elizabeth Bennet, his world is transformed again.

The Perfect Gentleman

The Recovery of Fitzwilliam Darcy: The Recovery of Fitzwilliam Darcy is the story of what happens when someone discovers that they are not the person they always thought they were. Twenty-odd years before the start of our story, a terrible crime was committed, leaving one family grieving and another with a new family member. When a long-ago mistake is corrected, what will it mean for everyone involved – those that now lose someone they love, those that regain their missing family member and, most of all, the person struggling with who they thought they were and who they really are.

Seen and Unseen: Fitzwilliam Darcy is immediately intrigued by the witty and fiery woman whose causes him to be thrown from his horse. After this first meeting, Darcy realizes that there is more to the spirited Elizabeth Bennet than his first impressions could ever have revealed.

A Woman Scorned: Every woman wants Mr. Darcy. But Josephine will stop at nothing. One woman’s campaign becomes the ultimate test of E&D’s love…spooky & angsty, but actually pretty damn funny too. Rated mature for sexual content, suspense and occasional language. (WIP)

Tempt Me: Vampire AU 

To Save and Protect: The story begins from the morning Darcy delivers his letter to Elizabeth. Darcy finds out that Elizabeth may be in danger. Being a gentleman in love, he sets out to rescue Elizabeth despite the fact that he knows she hates him. Our hero and heroine get to experience fear, pain, and passion together. Their adventures help them understand themselves and each other better.

A Lady’s Reputation:

A Most Convenient Mishap: A comedy of errors ensues when Elizabeth comes to nurse her sister at Netherfield, beginning with her trunk being placed in the wrong room.

Mr Darcy Steals a Kiss: An alternative view of might have happened in the weeks leading up to Darcy and Elizabeth’s marriage.

Five Questions: What if Darcy’s letter caused Elizabeth to question everything she thought she knew? If she was so completely wrong about Darcy, what else did she misconstrue in her life? Would he give her a chance to understand him?

Some Like it Wild: Elizabeth runs away disguised as a young man in response to Mr. Bennet’s insistence she marry Mr. Collins. She asks Darcy for help. He fears for her safety, and the two travel to Pemberley on a roadtrip to happiness.

Rumour Has It: What if Mrs. Philips had gotten it wrong? What if the rumour of Darcy’s worth had been seriously underestimated?

Wholly Unconnected to Me: Dr. Bennet, Lady Catherine’s personal physician, has brought his family to live in the shadow of Rosings park to benefit from the attentions of his patroness. Headstrong Elizabeth seems to thwart the great lady at every turn, but for the sake of Anne, Elizabeth is forgiven–until she refuses to turn her back on Mr. Darcy.

A Case of Some Delicacy: In this what-if story, Mr. Collins’ visit begins about a month earlier than canon, and what a difference that month makes! Since the Bennets have not yet met Mr. Bingley, Mrs. Bennet is nothing but encouraging for a match between Mr. Collins and her eldest daughter. Elizabeth cannot sit by while the happiness of her most beloved sister is sacrificed for the good of the family, but keeping Jane away from the fawning parson is a full-time job. Elizabeth receives help from an unexpected ally. The other Bennet sisters all play roles in the altered events in Hertfordshire as well, some of them in surprising ways. Eavesdropping abounds, secret partnerships are formed, matchmakers and matchbreakers run rampant and general hijinks ensue …

Kidnapped: First Lizzy had learned of Mr. Darcy’s hand in breaking Jane’s heart, and then he had offered the most insulting marriage proposal in history. Could a day get worse? Only if she were to be threatened at sword-point, tied up, and whisked away by a rogue, with only the world’s most arrogant man to watch over her. Luckily, that wasn’t very likely to happen….

Childhood Impressions: Part One of the Elizabeth series, in which Lizzy and her cohort, Fitzwilliam Darcy, travel the English countryside in search of mayhem and mischief.

Mr Bennet’s Daughter: Sequel to Childhood Impressions. Misunderstandings sunder the childhood friendship of Darcy and Elizabeth. Now an independent young woman, Lizzy must work to regain her old friend – who has become the cold-hearted master of Pemberley. Meanwhile, Georgiana falls in love with her piano master and Jane falls in love with Bingley.

Before kidnapping Sita, Ravana raped Rambha, Queen of the apsaras, and her husband Nalkuber cursed Ravana that if he ever raped another woman, his head would split in seven. This curse later protected Sita from the worst of Ravana’s torments. So I’d like a fic where Nalkuber goes off on Rama that if Ravana has raped Sita, his curse would have taken effect, and how dare Rama disregard a god’s curse, and what did Rambha suffer for then?

It lingers in Nalkuber’s memory, later; after all is said and done.

Keep reading

Elizabeth rendering Darcy speechless

A girl I liked convinced me to stab a man, so I did. Felt guilty for a bit, then promptly forgot about it and walked around with the murder weapon for a couple of hours, going about my business, walking my dog. Eventually I was cornered by a plainclothes police officer who asked me why I had a bloody knife; I told him I was looking after it for my bogan cousin. He said, “You’re under arrest,” and I was like,, “No, I’m not, watch this,” and then I woke up.

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.”

The new-TV-GoodOmens fanon tendency to take Aziraphale’s very-soft presentation as unadorned truth is be/amusing to me. 

He was the angel left to guard one of the Gates to Eden and he did in fact have a flaming sword. He is also the one who WOULD have shot Adam, had Madame Tracy not intervened. 

He is also the angel who’s response to “wait I need to get back to Earth to stop Armageddon” is to do something that clearly SCARED THE SHIT out of the other angels who watched him do it, with a malicious-glee-glint in his eye, who hopped disembodied down to earth, and then floated around to try to find the right place. 

He also, well. Fucked around with Heaven at all. There’s such a thread of comic corporate-absurd involved that it can be easy to miss, but what we’re shown is that the hierarchy of Heaven is just as happy as that of Hell to murder, torture, restrain, make captive and otherwise punish its own in the most horrible ways possible and in fact they’re far more effective at it. They just have a lot of Rules they follow, whereas Hell acts on a whim. 

And there’s Aziraphale running around lying to them and pulling the wool over their eyes and so on. Something which, very clearly, none of those other angels are interested in doing. 

Fundamentally Aziraphale is a stone cold agent of divine wroth. 

He just doesn’t want to be. 

He doesn’t like being like that. He doesn’t like suffering, his own or other people’s. All those times Crowley saves him, it’s important to keep in mind that Aziraphale’s in no more fundamental danger than he is when he loses his corporal form in the bookshop fire: if Crowley hadn’t shown up to save him in the church, for example, all that would have happened is that either a) he would have been discorporated and had to wait in line for a new body (or risk being reassigned) or b) Aziraphale would have had to do something Nasty to the Nazis there in order to save himself that trouble. 

He doesn’t like either of those options! Those are both crappy options. But they’re not existential threats. 

I’m the nice one he snaps when Crowley’s too busy having his Moment over his Bentley to take care of dealing with the soldier. 

Aziraphale doesn’t like having to be cruel, or mean, or scary, or stone cold. He doesn’t enjoy it and given the choice he will in fact choose not to be. 

What Crowley saves him from, over and over again, isn’t actually being killed. 

Because what interests Crowley in him, and we see that, all the way back, is that very first instance of Aziraphale choosing not to be that person. That first time when what Aziraphale was supposed to be was Stern and Frightening and Judgemental and Harsh and Terrifying … . and instead he chose to court potential punishment (and actual existential threat) to give the people he was supposed to Terrify a way to protect themselves from all the scary things. 

Aziraphale doesn’t want to be an instrument of judgement and wrath and what Crowley keeps saving him from is having to be. Crowley condemns the bloodthirsty executioner, so that Aziraphale doesn’t have to; blows up the Nazis so Aziraphale doesn’t have to. 

Lets Aziraphale be the nice one, in fact. 

Which I think is frankly far more fucking adorable. 

But never let it make you think that Aziraphale is the safe one, or the helpless one. 

He’s the one who, when faced with the apparent choice between killing a child and the end of the world, chooses to kill the child. Actually chooses to do it - not just plan, not just talk about, not just contemplate, but do it - and is only saved from having done it by sharing the body of someone who won’t let him. 

Aziraphale is soft and slightly silly and gentle and non-confrontational and all of those things because that’s what he wants to be. He has fought for a long time to get to be that. 

This is important.