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.
Not to get emo on main but you ever think about how the troop sang about their dreams of finding “a girl worth fighting for”, and they think their girl worth fighting for is one of romance, but the song abruptly comes to a halt when they find a different girl worth fighting for.
A tiny girl that had been killed at the hands of the Huns. A child too weak, too small to have any chance of withstanding the murderous invaders. That is their girl worth fighting for.
diary of a wimpy kid is dark academia bc it’s about a depressed artist pursuing his education
tumblr is the safest social media to open in public bc nobody recognises its interface. if u recognise it thats ur problem
I love that the beginning of ep 4 shows that Sally is not perfect. She’s done being patient she’s scared she’s trying to prepare her son for something terrifying that she can’t tell him about and she looses it a bit. But Percy’s reaction shows how much love and trust there is between them because a child that young doesn’t know to calm someone in this way unless he’s been shown it, his first instinct is empathy and love, and I just absolutely adore Sally for not being some Holy Mary Mother of Christ who can Do No Wrong but just a young woman who loves her son so much and so deeply it’s insane.
Nelinha: You don't want Ana to die
Nelinha: And I don't want Ana to die
Nelinha: so now we gotta make sure that Ana doesn't want Ana to die
Gemini: Fantastic plan but have you met Ana?
Juliette Cai x Jude Duarte headcanons
Them comparing their knives and daggers and giving each other advice on how to be better at murdering people.
Juliette giving Jude fashion advice because Juliette's outfits are on point🤌🏻
Jude telling Juliette how to better hide a dead body
They both would definitely talk about their husbands and the stupid things they have done
Juliette: I once held Roma to knifepoint.
Jude: Weak! I held Cardan to knifepoint and then proceeded to make out with him.
Juliette: I faked the death of Roma's bestfriend to save the city
Jude: I straight up killed Cardan's best friend and hid his body in my murderer step-dad's estate.
Jude: Cardan threw me in the river because he didn't know how to handle a crush
Juliette: Roma shot at me in a theater full of people and then hurt himself in the process. I had to save myself and bandage up the idiot🤦🏻♀️
Jude: Gurll?? Are you sure he is the one?
Jude: Cardan has a tail!!
Juliette: No way! Does it wag when he gets excited to see you?
And Roma and Cardan would be standing in the corner looking at their wives in awe and being utterly grateful that these godesses haven't left them.
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