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“Tgcf is like the trolley problem except it’s Xie Lian’s fault that everyone dies because he wants to stop the trolley.” No, Tgcf is “like” the trolley problem if the problem was that every time Xie Lian attempted to stop a trolley, the trolley owner builds another trolley and sends it hurtling down another track to mass murder another set of people to prove to Xie Lian that the only “reasonable” response to witnessing mass death occurring is to stand to the side to watch the trolley kill the people you think least deserving of life, maybe while asking the trolley driver—who wants to kill—to slow down a little (but only maybe). In that regard, the op of that wretched take and the trolley owner seem to be on the same wavelength.
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E. E. Cummings
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i also love that wen kexing continues to open himself towards the possibility of emotional devastation, knowing the cost can be numerous ways of losses. despite his clashes with zhou zishu, when his hurt meets zhou zishu‘s hurt, and despite clamping up and withdrawing into the unreachable guzhu persona when meeting something that scares him and threatens him, over the course of the show, wen kexing keeps going strong, he keeps trying. he has a real heart-to-heart with luo fumeng, he experiences the wonder and novelty of joy and sorrow, he turns from a ghost, half-dead, into a human with a heart that wants to care, in spite of it all
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i love that despite having numerous reasons not to, zhou zishu just always finds a way to resolve his personal issues and reach a hand out to wen kexing after their fights. wen kexing is the one who keeps drawing zhou zishu out of his shell, but of the two its zhou zishu who has the unshakable belief in them both, who cant be put down no matter what, who even finds a way to draw wen kexing back from the brink when he himself is hurting, and who is ready to die with wen kexing when the choice was to either live without him or to leave with him together
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[start image description: A digital drawing of He Xuan from Tian Guan Ci Fu. He Xuan is wearing a large t-shirt with blue sleeves over a long sleeved grey shirt, paired with black pants and a belt. He Xuan has short cut hair and is holding a water bottle in one hand and a hanging strap from public transport in another. A lollipop stick pokes out of He Xuan's mouth, face turned to the viewer with a bored expression. /end image description]
Old sketch from a few months ago.
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anyway the actual point of fandom is to inspire each other. reading each other's fics and admiring each other's art and saying wow i love this and i feel something and i want to invoke this in other people, i want to write a sentence that feels like a meteor shower, i want to paint a kiss with such tenderness it makes you ache, i want to create something that someone else somewhere will see it and think oh, i need to do that too, right now. i am embracing being a corny cunt on main to say inspiring each other is one of the things humanity is best at and one of the things fandom is built for and i think that's beautiful
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In the town where I grew up, there was a large statue in one of the parks, of a famous historical white colonizer. I'm not going to say who specifically, suffice it to say that it was someone who wasn't worth memorializing for their deeds. And as you can imagine, this statue was a frequent target of vandalism, with paint or toilet paper or eggs on multiple occasions. Now, the local council was generally pretty lax when it came to repairing potholes or other public damage in the town, but every time, 24 hours after this particular statue was hit, the same person would always appear in a Hi-Vis vest, hat, mask and sunglasses, carrying a bucket of water, and wash it clean. They would do it as quickly as possible, but always made sure the face and the name carved at the bottom were generously scrubbed. This only encouraged people to do it again, and so it became a vicious cycle.
Within a year, the statue had sustained so much damage that it was unrecognizable and the lettering unreadable, so eventually the council came and took it down. Also apparently, the person in the Hi-Vis vest didn't even work for the council. They were supposedly just some 'good samaritan' who cleaned it, often before the council even discovered it needed cleaning, so they just let them do it and ignored the problem. They didn't bother putting the statue up again.
Much later, we found out that the anonymous 'samaritan' had been deliberately washing the statue with a bucket of saltwater, which had dramatically corroded it, causing irreversible accumulative damage far worse than spray paint ever would have done. It's even theorized that they were also often the one spray-painting it, just so that they had an excuse to come back after a day to wash it.
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hunger
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im like if a skeleton was only creaky bones and loose joints
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When I’m scrolling through a blog and see they reblogged one of my posts
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you are a faggot and a useless animal
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“Not all writing is cursed, but surely all of it is haunted. Literature is a catacomb of past readers, past writers, past books. Traces of those who are responsible for creation linger among the words on a page; Shakespeare can’t hear us, but we can still hear him (and don’t ghosts wander through those estate houses upon the moors unaware that they’ve died?). […] Of all of the forms of expression that humanity has worked with—painting, music, sculpture—literature is the eeriest. Poetry and fiction are both incantation and conjuration, the spinning of specters and the invoking of ghosts; it is very literally listening to somebody who isn’t there, and might not have been for a long while. All writing is occult, because it’s the creation of something from ether, and magic is simply a way of acknowledging that—a linguistic practice, an attitude, a critical method more than a body of spells. We should be disquieted by literature; we should be unnerved.”
— Ed Simon, from his essay “Who’s There?: Every Story Is a Ghost Story”, published in The Millions, August 18, 2021
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“I dare you to kiss me” 💋🧡🤍🩷
Days 3 & 4: butch x femme, truth or dare #SapphengqingWeek24
I wish all lesbians had a really wonderful day being visible. 💞
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Hello fellow sloppy bisexuals how is not putting away the laundry going
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I show up, put on the Xie lian ferret, I run away because of so much cuteness
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Hualian patron request❤️
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