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please read this even if you're not indian. especially if you're not indian.
you've seen the jokes. india is "dirty", indians are "everywhere", why don't they fix their own country. ok. let me tell you why, and what's happening right now while nobody's watching.
first, the history you skipped: britain ruled india for two centuries and drained it. economist utsa patnaik's research estimates around $45 trillion in today's money was taken. the india that got independence in 1947 was one of the poorest countries on earth. every "why is india like this" question starts there. you don't get to profit off a robbery and then mock the crime scene.
now, what's happening RIGHT NOW:
in may the question paper for NEET leaked. that's the national medical entrance exam. over 2.2 million students took it. cancelled. years of studying, families' savings poured into coaching, gone overnight because someone sold the paper. students died by suicide after. these were kids who wanted to be doctors.
and out of that came a protest movement. a gen z group called the cockroach janta party, started by a 30 year old named abhijeet dipke, got 22 million instagram followers within DAYS. they've been doing a sit-in at jantar mantar in delhi demanding education minister dharmendra pradhan resign.
and then there's sonam wangchuk. if you've watched 3 idiots, he's the real engineer the character was based on. built solar schools in ladakh. invented ice stupas so himalayan villages have water. spent his whole life on education. he's 59 and he's been on hunger strike for 17+ days now. reporters went to see him this week and he was too weak to talk. and the troll armies are calling him "anti national" and "foreign funded". a man starving himself for other people's children. that's the thing here, anyone who asks a question is suddenly a traitor.
it's not one incident, it's everywhere you look:
• infrastructure worth thousands of crores failing within months of the ribbon cutting. tunnels collapsing in regions where heavy rain is a guarantee, not a surprise.
• youth unemployment near 10% for ages 15 to 29, 13.6% in cities. in a country of 1.42 billion where more than half the population is young.
• only about the top 3% of indians earn above 10 lakh a year. meanwhile billionaire wealth keeps ballooning and the headlines celebrate it.
• manipur burned for over two years. an ethnic conflict, tens of thousands displaced, and the prime minister barely said the word manipur while it happened.
• journalists raided. critics' houses bulldozed. activists sitting in jail for years without trial under laws like UAPA. our press freedom ranking has cratered.
• even the petrol is a fight now, ethanol blending pushed through while drivers complain about their engines and get no straight answers.
and through all of it, the PM, who came to power on religious polarisation (americans, sound familiar?), travels abroad for photo ops and has not held one single open press conference in over a decade. not one.
what i'm asking:
if you're not indian: share this. our media mostly won't cover any of it because the big outlets are owned by the same billionaires the government serves. the only reason wangchuk's fast is getting any coverage is people refusing to look away.
if you ARE indian: speak up even if you're comfortable. especially if you're comfortable. join the protests. add to this, correct me, translate it. staying quiet is a choice when nothing in this post touches your life.
india is not "dirty". india was robbed, and it's being robbed again, from the inside this time. but it's also the country where a 59 year old will starve for strangers' kids and 22 million young people will rally behind a party literally named after cockroaches, because cockroaches survive everything.
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So I'm putting together a lot of dbd fic recs (from ao3), this is an ongoing list btw, consolidated one is gonna take longer
trína chéile, le chéile, claochlaithe/entangled, together, transformed by theroyalsavage
Orpheus and Eurydice parallels and beautiful prose. This fic is my absolute favorite <3<3<3
For the First Time Twice by LikeMmmCookies
An encounter with an enchanted puzzle box locks up most of Charles’ memories and leaves him thinking he and Edwin are in love. With a recipe from Tragic Mick for a potion to counteract the spell and strict instructions to go along with Charles' delusions, all Edwin has to do is keep up the ruse for three days. He can make it three days. Right?
Angst and feels, steamy, amazingly written (practically all dbd fics are lbr), temporary amnesia shenanigans
Mine, Says the Cat by merle_p
back to back they faced each other by ShanaStoryteller
The Night Nurse has a theory about Charles.
Everyone has favorites.
boyfriend jacket by skadii
Five times Charles gave Edwin his jacket and one time Edwin stole it.
Possessive Charles. Nuff said.
cause what if i was in love by lola_prongs
The one where Charles Rowland thinks he's quite okay with his best mate being gay, thank you very much. But then he sees Edwin with other boys and suddenly he's very much not okay with it. He's got a big fucking problem with it, actually.
Oh fuck, does that mean he's a homophobe?
Possession by coloursflyaway
“It’s an experiment of some sort”, Charles explains, putting one of his hands on Edwin’s thigh and aching for it. “You know when I kiss you and you don’t feel feel it, but you still feel it? Somewhere in your head, or soul, whatever. I wanna do that. I wanna touch you and see if I can make you feel that”
or:
How to overcome the limitations of your non corporeal form by just really, really wanting to.
(spoiler alert, he's just really, really jealous.)
The Great Promised Reminiscing by RB (BlueflowersandWings)
"Do you have a name?"
The Cat King laughs. "A name?"
"Yes. A proper, legal name. Do you have one?"
It gets him a tilt of the head, a wicked gleam entering those eyes. "Does this mean you're taking an interest in me?"
Edwin allows himself, very carefully, to glance down and up and hold the Cat King's eye, unbowed. "It means that I'm rather tired of calling you the Cat King, and if you are not forthcoming about something crisper, I may have to take the extreme step of giving you one myself."
—
Or: Edwin and the Cat King, after everything.
The sole reason I started shipping Edwin and the Cat King (apart from canon that is, which was 99% UST and 1% cat king pining like a loser)
For example, this is from trína chéile, le chéile, claochlaithe/entangled, together, transformed by theroyalsavage
[...] Emily Dickenson once wrote an interesting thing about hope. I’ve heard it in the chillest land, she said, and on the strangest Sea – / Yet – never – in Extremity, / It asked a crumb – of me.
Hope asks nothing of Edwin now.
Instead, Hope takes his hand and opens its mouth. And then, in a voice Edwin knows better than his own, in a cadence he learned by heart against the hazy backdrop of an aging attic in 1989, Hope says, “I’m here to rescue you.”
OR
Courage returns to Edwin in a flood. He curls his fingers into the hem of his blazer and says, steadier this time: “When we were leaving Hell. When I – said what I said. You said it was an Orpheus and Eurydice moment. What did you mean by that?”
[...]
“If fate denies us this privilege for my wife, one thing is certain: I do not want to go back either; triumph in the death of two,” Charles interrupts him. Then he clears his throat and ducks his head and says, with considerably less confidence, “Erm. Orpheus said that. S’from Ovid. My, uh – the boarding school made us take Latin.”
[...]
Edwin pivots on the ledge so he can look at him fully. There’s an expressive furrow between Charles’ dark eyebrows. Edwin wants to touch it – wants to lay his fingertips along the downward curve of his lips – wants to curl his fingers into the mop of Charles’ hair. Now that he’s allowed himself to put words to the yawning hunger inside of him, he wants and wants and wants with the fervor and desperation of a wild thing.
“Charles,” Edwin says, carefully.
“It’s just,” Charles restarts, “that’s us, isn’t it? You and me.”
Edwin’s heart cannot beat. He feels the ghost of it anyway, slamming inside his throat.
“I would’ve stayed,” Charles tells him. “If I couldn’t get you out. I would’ve stayed down there with you. S’like Orpheus said, yeah? I do not want to go back either; triumph in the death of two.”
“Oh,” Edwin says, weakly. “That’s—”
SEE?!! Heart-wrenching.
This fic is especially so though. I love, love, LOVED it. Highly recommend.
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Y'know I'm getting kinda pissed with all the posts that try to make Jax more palatable just because Jax's actions make these people so uncomfortable in their need to have everything 'morally justified'.
Jax was cruel. A complete asshole who caused some pretty irreversible damage. No way about it. But it wasn't because of nothing. It wasn't just for kicks and it damn well wasn't because the show 'was poorly written' or something like that.
The entire show is about being human. It's about what it means to be human when you are in a world that doesn't follow any rules and it has less than a dozen people and you're all cut off from reality and you don't even know who you are so what does it still mean to call yourself human? What makes you that?
When your actual body can do crazy stuff when the laws of physics don't matter when you don't need to eat or sleep or take a fucking shit when you're crammed into a small space with others with nowhere to go when you're all sharp edges and growing despair and trying so hard to survive in your own way while trying not to kill each other and if you get too depressed you might reach this unrecognisable irrational state where you lose your form and become completely focused on causing damage and you understand nothing and remember no-one including yourself and this state is basically un-becoming who you were and it's the digital version of going insane and it's a one way trip and all this is under control of a manic AI who proclaims to care but doesn't actually show it apart from words so what does it mean? What are you? How do you survive? (If surviving even means anything in this place)
Jax had a fucked up childhood and consequently became a fucked up person and kept refusing help and lashing out and not helping when his friends are near abstraction and who knows he was and is and continues to choose to be a terrible person and cannot make himself change and doesn't ask for help till in the end and now he's become like them become an unrecognisable monster to be shut up in the cellar and isn't it ironic? Isn't it what he deserves?
I remember op saying in the post that Jax's actions didn't make any sense and didn't have any emotional complexity. Then they go on to make Jax in their take morally upright and in such a way that excuses her actions and completely opposite of canon Jax.
As though everything has to fit into neat little boxes for them to swallow. As though being human is anything even remotely like that. Easily categorised and needing moral justifications for their every action else they're 'bad'