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white ppl think racism and imperialism just spring into existence from nothing like big bang style instead of being constantly reproduced and upheld by ... say it with me ... white ppl

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Palestinian runner Sanaa Abubkheet poses in traditional Qatari dress for a photographer at the Athletes Village of the 15th Asian Games in Doha, Qatar, 07 December 2006.

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Multiverse posters from Michelle's insta

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MONKEY MAN 2024, dir. Dev Patel

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this too shall pass

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i still think about "aye moira am oan the protein" way too often

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funniest man in the universe

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has anyone thought about the diegesis of music in bollywood/south asian masala movies? there's no doubt that it functions differently than in western musicals... but HOW exactly? in most western musical theatre the music seems to non-diegetic (as in, the characters and those around them are unaware that they are singing) unless it is a performance, then it is diegetic/source music (they are singing in the story- everyone knows they're singing).

perhaps the difference comes from the fact that masala movies are movies first and (to my knowledge) are often not adapted from musical stage productions (though the movies CAN be adapted into musicals in the case of mughal-e-azam, hum aapke hain koun, and dilwale dulhania le jayenge). but in masala movies the line between "this is a performance in the story" and "i am singing to express my feelings" seems somewhat blurred. Señorita from ZNMD is a performance, they are singing, everyone knows it. Bum Bum Bole from Taare Zameen Par, they're singing, Aamir Khan is a funny little dude singing a funky clown song. But then what about Kashmiri Main Tu Kanyakumari from Chennai Express? Singing in a car... okay, that's a performance! But the choreographed dance number? Is that happening or is it symbolizing their journey across India? Mere Khwabon Mein from DDLJ is definitely (probably?) Simran expressing her dreams and such, and she's not singing in universe. But then what about Mehndi Laga Ke Rakhna? Raj singing at Simran would make sense as a performance at a mehndi, but what about Simran singing back?

OH and since the popularity of film/musical songs works differently in South Asia than it does in the States... how does continuity work in that? Such as the medley from Mujhse Dosti Karoge, in which Hrithik's character sings Kuch Kuch Hota Hai to Rani's character... does this mean that KKHH exists in this universe?? Does Rani Mukherjee the actress then exist in this universe and her character in this movie have a doppleganger?? What about all of Shahrukh Khan's movies... especially with the antakshari scenes in Chennai Express? Does Om Shanti Om exist in that universe? Does SRK the actor exist? If not then how did these songs come about? Is it similar to the NSU (Nickelodeon Sitcom Universe) in which there are gray parts of one's mind when it comes to crossover events? This FASCINATES me to no end you don't understand.

side note. i want to see someone that has directed a masala movie tackle one of these american musical to movie adaptations. no more tom hooper. i want farah khan or karan johar or ss rajamouli to direct cats and see how THAT looks. if tom hooper had directed k3g it would not have been as fantastical (such as the "my son is here" super sense) as it was.

let american movie musicals have as much fun as south asian masala films do.

there seem to be some (paywalled) academic papers on the matter but it'd be interesting to hear anyone's thoughts on it!

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Sharmila Tagore in Aradhana (1969)

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Not sure why we are giving you these stories but here is mine because I still smile about those times:

When my best friend and I chose to try work/living in Finland we met this girl who looked like nothing we had ever seen. Both of us are 5’2 in good boots and broad (our people are dark and built like barrels) but she was so tall she always had to be having her eyes to the ground and because of that her hair would fall like a curtain between her and whoever she spoke to. Of course the two of us used around a month to stare at her with our mouths open like the fools we are. I laughed about your anon confession to topping their lanky roommate. After we all three fell into that clumsy young person love my old friend and I had to take what I can think only to call «wilderness dom shifts» because we were so worried the Arctic would kill her.

But Finland was made for crazy viking height and our ancestors were made for the far North so the three of us were a good fit. Now that I’m much older I spent a summer changing the doors of the house that became mine back at home so she only has to bend a little when she visits. We joke she put the ache in our necks and she tells us that is nonsense but still will press her warm mugs of tea at the top of my back.

Sorry for my weak English and long ask. I just want to say to everyone in your asks section that I am happy they saw someone different as only a different type of beauty. At the end there is no difference in the love of it all.

anon please please please this is a full on narrative this is like a STORY i'm sitting in someone's garden while the sun sets and they're weaving the most beautiful tale out of a cherished memory oh i am utterly, utterly in love with this 😭

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Biden better plant some votes if he wants that election bc I don’t see it for that hoe at all….. he better go to them Illuminati meetings and pop some pussy otherwise it’s curtains for grandpa

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I’m going to unlearn shame *bursts into tears and beats my head against a brick wall*