This Is The Greatest Modern Greek Myth Adaptation I've Ever Seen And Yes I'm Including Percy Jackson

Desi culture is storing dal, biscuits, namkeen etc. in horlicks ka dabba

it’s not just the believer-nonbeliever dynamic that makes ghost files work. it’s the fact that the believer is a mostly normal guy and the nonbeliever has everything else wrong with him.

Genuinely the posts where people collate and juxtapose a bunch of different media texts to convey an idea with all the citations at the bottom are the best thing to have come out of this site in the entire eight years I’ve been on here. It’s so sexy. Intertextuality is genuinely one of the things that I go feral for without hesitation and I adore it it’s such a good use of the medium I hope it never stops

not enough people talk about how rf kuang immediately writes a book shitting on anything she decides is bad no matter her connection to it and how iconic it is. lived in the us? fuck you, here’s tpw. graduated oxford? babel. harper collins published her book?? here, publish this one thats directly a call out about you.

Book Lovers - Emily Henry

Four years ago, I picked up a copy of Aru Shah and the End of Time in my middle school library. I had just found out about Rick Riordan Presents and I was thrilled to discover a series about Hindu Mythology.

For the next three years, I would follow Aru as she laughed and cried and learned, and I would revel in the knowledge that there was a character who looked like me. And she was a hero heroine.

Aru had the same skin color as me. She ate the same food as me. She had the same experiences as me. In a way, she was me.

One year ago, April 14th, I went to one of Roshani Chokshi's virtual book tours, the one she held with Rick Riordan. I was ecstatic. That night, I met two of my biggest inspirations, even if they didn't meet me.

Then a few days later I received my signed copy of Aru Shah and the City of Gold. I read it all in one night and screamed so loud my parents had to tell me to shut up. I couldn't wait for the final installment.

Today I clicked download on my library's digital copy of Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality. I read it in one sitting, in the middle of my 10th grade English class. And when I finally reached the end of a four year long journey, I cried.

And so today I said goodbye to Aru. To Mini and Brynne and Aiden and Rudy and Sheela and Nikita and Boo and even Kara, who I partially despised for most of last year.

I also said thank you to Roshani Chokshi, because I found myself in her writing. Because I found myself in her.

At ten years old, I entered Aru's world. Today, at fourteen, I'm leaving it behind.

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

parents who tell their daughters they are ugly are bad parents

Aru: You guys, this is nuts. This morning, I found a lottery ticket on the ground outside the museum, I scratched it off, and I won $18.000!

Mini: Wow! That's amazing!

Rudy: Better luck next time.

Everyone: ....

Rudy: Yes, sorry, from context, I see that is actually a large sum of money.

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