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In North Blue, they call it heartshine - two hearts meant for each other, lighting up when skin touches skin. Once upon a time, Law had wondered who the bearer of the heart with a perfect match to his own was.

His curiosity is left in the ashes of Flevance, shot alongside Cora-san and buried in the cold, snowy soil of Minion Island.

Until, at the ripe old age of 24, Law sits in an auction house and Monkey D. Luffy bursts through the wall like an avalanche.

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This is it, chapter 3/3, 12k total wordcount, follows canon events until the end of Wano.

And because I am so not done, this is now the first of a series...

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The 'hyperspecific situations' polls are really once again highlighting that native English speakers tend to forget that 'foreign' doesn't mean 'non-English' or 'non-American'

"Did you watch a foreign language movie in the past three days?" Yeah I watched the foreign movie "The Martian" with foreign actor Matt Damon

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i want to finish wano today so i'm not writing a disseration on it now but. i find it very interesting that both times law has to watch luffy fight the big bad of an arc all on his own, he does very much have faith that he can pull off a miracle and do it, literally one of the only things he is capable of having faith in. but also has to say out loud "if he doesn't live through this i am going to die alongside him do not even try to even try to talk me out of it."

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chapter 1041

like obviously a huge amount of it comes from his mountains and mountains of survivor's guilt and understandable abandonment issues but also. girlies are your trauma, catholicism, and homosexuality ever in a three-way heavyweight championship for what can make you volunteer for a suicide pact the fastest. this is the life trafalgar d. water law lives everyday.

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In North Blue, they call it heartshine - two hearts meant for each other, lighting up when skin touches skin. Once upon a time, Law had wondered who the bearer of the heart with a perfect match to his own was.

His curiosity is left in the ashes of Flevance, shot alongside Cora-san and buried in the cold, snowy soil of Minion Island.

Until, at the ripe old age of 24, Law sits in an auction house and Monkey D. Luffy bursts through the wall like an avalanche.

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"Being with you scares me to death. But I - I need you, Henry."

BODIES (2023)

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bodies is literally all the tropes i love in one show wtf

we have a grumpy father figure + accidentally aquired child, historical gays with silly + serious, mysterious girl + dorky nerd

basically go watch bodies bc it's super diverse (queer + poc rep) and the plot is amazing

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Whiteman’s  lounging with a whisky, looking comfortably casual in a pair of chinos and a t-shirt—blazer combination. He might be taken for any young, up-and-coming London professional out for a drink to celebrate the long weekend. Hillinghead, by contrast, looks like he should be at a wedding- the man’s in a three piece suit and the most complexly knotted tie she’s ever seen.  Still, Shahara’s hardly going to judge him for feeling more comfortable completely covered up and the man is (she still can’t really wrap her head around this) a Victorian. He’s got a pint of beer in front of him, though it doesn’t look like he’s touched it. 

She takes the first of the two empty seats at their table, her coke sloshing over the side of the glass as she sits, and remarks: “You two found your way around alright then?”

Whiteman sniffs sharply and half shrugs. “Fine. Nice to see the place not bombed to bits and rationing over.”

“It’s so- loud,” Hillinghead murmurs. “And crowded, and it smells-”

“It’s always smelled,” Whiteman interjects. “What, was it all roses in your time? I don’t believe that.”

“No,” Hillinghead stresses. “But it is- more.” he rubs the bridge of his nose.  “Have you heard from-” He freezes, staring at something just over Whiteman’s shoulder. Shahara can read a shift in to flight-or-fight posture easily and from the way he’s suddenly more alert, Whiteman’s clocked that something’s got Hilinghead spooked as well.

“Problem?” he asks quietly, in his clipped, cockney accent; a half-strangled vowel slips from Hillinghead’s throat and Shahara turns to see what he’s looking at. There’s two men enjoying what’s clearly a date, holding hands and locking lips. Shahara sighs internally, bracing herself for a slew of Victorian attitudes- “Yeah,” she says, a little sarcastically- Hillinghead’s knuckles have gone white, he’s clenching his fist so hard. The gold of his wedding band stands stark against it. “That’s allowed, nowadays- we don’t care.” 

“Hm?” Whiteman glances around- there’s a moment where Shahara thinks she’s gonna have to deal with 1940s attitudes as well, but Whiteman turns back, uninterested. “Fair enough.” he starts patting himself down, like he’s looking for something in his pockets. 

“They can-” Hillinghead murmurs. “I could…” He swipes for the beer and downs a quarter of the pint in one. Now Whiteman looks interested, he pauses his search, leans right forward and says, smirking, “Detective Inspector Hillinghead. Do you have a fancy man?”

Hillinghead sputters and brings down the glass. “Are you twelve?” he demands, something of the outraged parent seeping into his tone as– he’s blushing, Shahara realises. He’s actually blushing. 

“Are you-?” She asks, leaning forward, and she knows it’s rude and none of her business, but still. “Are you gay?” The wedding ring. “Bi?”she suggests, as a follow up, and then: “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“I- what? I-” he looks back at the couple, then grabs his beer again. “I have- I have a- I have Henry,” he downs more of the beer. “It-it would be nice, to- to not…” he trails off, his eyes drifting away from both of them.

“See, I’ve always been a bachelor- a bachelor bachelor, not a confirmed bachelor, myself, but I - fuck, I left my cigars and my lighter in the other jacket-”

“Language,” Hilinghead reprimands at the same time as Shahara says: “You can’t smoke in here anyway.”

Whiteman drops his elbow to the table and points at her. “You what?”

“No smoking in public places, it’s banned.”

Whiteman flops back in his seat and grabs for his whisky. “The future is bollocks.” he drains the glass and slams it down. “Good whisky though. So. While we wait for Maplewood to join us….Hillinghead can kiss blokes, and I can’t smoke in a pub. What else should we know about this 2023, then…?”

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Kyle Soller as D.I. Alfred Hillinghead and George Parker as Henry Ashe

BODIES (2023)

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You can tell Elias Mannix was a teenager in the 2020s cause he loudly states disclaimers before doing anything that could be perceived as offensive and used in a callout post

"Just for the record I am killing you because you interfere with my evil plans and NOT!!! because I am homophobic 💖 #ally #loveislove"

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“That was even better than last time.”

SHADOW AND BONE Season 2, Episode 4 “Every Monstrous Thing”

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“…It was Beleg the hunter, who farthest fared of his folk abroad a hunting by hill and hollow valley, Who care not for concourse and commerce of men. He was great of growth and goodly-limbed, but lithe of girth, and lightly on the ground his footsteps fell as he fared towards them, all garbed in grey and green and brown— a son of the wilderness who wist no sire.”

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I think by now everybody knows that the meaning of Zewu-jun is full of poetry about the life-giving associations of water, but I'm wondering... Is it common fandom knowledge that the chi of Chifeng-zun means not just red but also loyal; sincere; single-hearted? It derives this association (as far as I know) from the expression 赤心 (chìxīn) meaning sincere heart; genuine sincerity; wholehearted devotion. It's used in other similar words too, with the connotation of trustworthiness, fidelity, openness.

I don't like translating titles, but if absolutely forced to translate Chifeng-zun, I'd probably go with Lord of the Heartfelt Blade rather than Red Blade Master? I feel like seeing an aggressive guy with the title "red blade" conjures up the image of a bloody blade, but this title is referring less to his prowess as a warrior and more to his famously honest character, as described by other characters many times.

In other words, if Zewu-jun implies that Lan Xichen bestows his grace on those around him, Chifeng-zun implies Nice Mingjue uses his saber for righteous reasons he's truly devoted to, basically.

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19th century books will kill off a main character in one sentence and then spend 3 pages describing a street

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things that totally happened on The Untamed - ep. 44