Found This On My Tl And I Think It Deserves To Be Said Louder.

found this on my tl and i think it deserves to be said louder.

what post ru talking about

there was one under the gulshan devaiah tag. day ruined instantly

but also I was referencing just this trend I've seen of people starting off their posts/opinions about the movie with "it wasn't perfect, but-" or "It had its Several Flaws, but-" which is. fair. and all.

But why does literally the rest of bollywood not get the same treatment, yknow? Why is Indian queer content held to impossible standards, not even just queer content.

And this is not me making concessions for shit movies just because they're Woke™. This is about movies that actually delivered. Like badhaai do.

People who genuinely disliked it are literally so free to do so (I disagree, but to each their own).

But it seems to me like even the people who did like it are kinda being guilt tripped into saying it lowkey sucked. Which is. :/

Now I could've just encountered a disproportionately high number of people who said something along these lines. I'm probably generalising too much.

That being said

I can say with utter confidence that it was better than SO many Hollywood movies/Korean media out there.

And yet, there's such a weird system of internalised racism in place from growing up on an annoyingly fucking US/eurocentric internet that. We literally hesitate to shamelessly hype our own movies. Even the ones that have actually done well and have done right by the queer community.

Is that not tragic?

It's like we start off on this assumption that Bollywood = Terrible and then fight tooth and nail to hold onto that entirely baseless idea, just for the sake of.

What?

Ego?

Being "Not Like Other Indians I'm More Woke Because I Hate Bollywood?"

What is it?

Sorry about the rant. I'm just really sensitive about this because, hell man our movie industries get shit on and mocked by nondesis enough without us adding to it.

It's pretty much a given that movies featuring sensitive topics like this one will NOT be perfect. It doesn't have to be said unless it's a legitimate review- I've seen personal posts on here freaking out about badhaai do that are so self effacing it hurt my heart.

So. Annoying preachy PSA to everyone: next time you talk about queer content in Indian media, and the first words out of your mouth are something along the lines of "idk it wasn't great but personally I liked it idk" when you're more than allowed to say "it was FUCKING GREAT ACTUALLY."

Maybe ask yourself where it's coming from.

We're allowed to be proud of our own culture. I promise.

i mean-

shigure's house is the true victim in all of this

stop breaking down walls and doors for one day challenge

show him a picture of apple and ask him if this is the goal he wants

Recalling that one time when I joked about liking malewives with Ash and he literally told my dad his current aim in life was to become one JUST TO FUCKING EMBARRASS ME

treat yourself like you would treat your favorite character

BITCH THIS ?????? im in awe ??? im so late but broski im so proud of you look how far you've come i literally feel like a parent.

pls give it a title bro im trying to call it smth other than "hxv angsty piece"

Acting Classes.

The hero feels dizzy. Unsteady on their feet.

The villain, their best friend, glares at them unmasked.

They know. They know. This is a curse.

"You seem rather surprised."

"You're..." my best friend. My dearest. My love. "Plainer than I thought."

"And not as young, I bet."

"Yeah."

It morphs into silence. The hero's heart beats like a hammer, into their organs, dropping down past their stomach like a weight they're too weak to lift. They feel sick. They haven't eaten. There's bile clawing up their esophagus.

The hero heaves in a breath and turns away.

"I've unmasked several heroes before," says the villain. "And villains alike. There's something dispiriting about seeing their face, isn't there?"

"Yeah." The hero's vision won't focus. Do they know? Do they know now? The hero's fingers curl into fists and they force the nausea down. "I'd rather continue the chase pretending this never happened."

"But it did happen. You'll never let this go, you'll search for me. Won't you?"

Like the searching hadn't been done. Like the hero doesn't know their favourite fruit, how they cut their apples, how they like it when the hero feeds them oranges, damn it. How they can be cruel sometimes and the hero expects it. How they watch them like a hawk when they're holding the kitchen knife, chopping up onions and garlic and chillies like they'll stab them.

Do they know? Did they always know? Were they just waiting for the hero to know, too?

The hero kneels down on wobbly feet. Untie the ropes with cold, numb hands.

The villain stares down at them. Their friend. The sweetest thing they had until a minute ago. The cruelest, most viscous thing they have. Their dearest. Their love.

The next day the hero falls ill, sneezing into tissues. The villain presses the paper against their nose, clogging the airways until the hero has to breathe through their mouth. The chicken soup is just a tad saltier. Their hands are just a smallest bit more rough. Their quips come more easily. They stare longer. The villain never leaves their side for a moment.

This is a curse. This is torture.

The villain wipes away a tear, pretending the hero's eyes are dry because of the cold weather. They pretend their sniffles are from the sickness.

"Hard, isn't it?" they say, tracing lines into the hero's palm. "Being an undergrad. Working so hard knowing damn well this is all fruitless work. The truth is rarely so kind."

"I've known."

"But it punches you in the face and you fall ill."

The hero pretends they're talking about their failed project. They take the villain's hand and squeeze hard. So hard it is past the strength of their civilian identity.

I love you. I love you. Is this what ends us?

It is a kindness that the villain does not acknowledge it.

"Thank you," the hero says, even though what they want to do is sob into their friends chest and feel them card their fingers through their hair. I love you. I love you. Isn't that enough?

The villain takes a tissue and suffocates the hero with it until their mouth opens again. "You're welcome."

All throughout their life, all that they were was just a pair of actors, weren't they?

hahahahahahahaha call this karmagisa blog and YET there's no karmagisa content lmaoo