not sure how to phrase this but something i have been ruminating on recently is that xue yang is strangely fragile. obviously he is also incredibly resilient. he survived, and continues to survive, impossible things. he has a million barriers between himself and the world, but none of this actually matters when it comes to what he feels. everything is personal to him. everything pierces straight through all that armor and goes right to his battered heart, the heart that no one else believes he has. that even he is not fully cognizant of. the world strikes and strikes and strikes and so he strikes and strikes and strikes back, even (especially) when the wound is something other people would not think worthy of retribution.
xue yang would never realize this- would be outraged at the concept of it- but the way everything, everything is something to rally a defense against is in itself a form of fragility. he does not know how to let go of things, or let them pass him by. passivity is death. so he is ruthlessly cruel and violent. he projects himself as a lunatic untouchable by anything you might possibly do to him, and on some level he even believes this. but in actuality he is one raw emotional wound. he never learned to separate himself from his emotions, much less process them. the volatility is not so much insanity as it is the constant lashing out of an animal in a trap, and the trap is the world, and the trap is himself, and he is never going to get out. and like so much else, this pain is just part of the background radiation of his life. it hardly registers. to be able to register the hurt, you would have to be able to register a time in which you were not hurt.
i feel like it is a fragility that could blossom into such tenderness, given exactly the right set of circumstances. how at the very first touch of softness in his life he fell into a domesticity from which he never recovered. how much was there, still, to be salvaged from the cruelty. on some level i am always thinking about the little apple bunnies. about the meal for daozhang and the straw in a-qing's bed.
it was too little, too late. it shattered like glass when the world intruded back in. but the tenderness was there. no one, least of all xue yang, knows what might have happened had it been unearthed in him any sooner.
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irdgaf about ships all that much, i think this show is far too complex and interesting to be reduced to something as trivial as ship wars, but i will ALWAYS draw the line at people saying louis is not a victim of abuse and that there are ‘two sides to the story’ when the story in question is the abuse he went through at the hands of his romantic partners
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can we stop for a moment to talk about. timkin and vika's being matched. like?? we know for a fact a talentless and talented person cannot be matched. and yet they were officially matched. and everyone was just?? fine with that?? just "oh yeah this match the system explicitly does not allow to happen just 'happened' we'll accept that and just quietly gossip about it and move on"
did the council just. not investigate a literal impossibility in their matchmaking system indicative of corruption/malfunction and let it slide--especially knowing how they treated Behnam and Esha when his fiddling came out. everyone just let it slide no one was like hey that's literally impossible straight up either the system glitched or you have to have done something sketchy. HOW did timkin and vika get away with it why does NO one say or do anything about it aside from speculation as if its just a rumor when it's literally fundamentally impossible within their system and also very illegal to mess with
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Thinking thoughts about those from Cuivienen and how they later treated the Valar, especially after Cuivienen was destroyed.
I imagine a foundation of sorrow and a layer of betrayal and pettiness. They had promised safety. And how did it turn out? Kin of Tata and Tatie their first leaders, slain in Valinor by the Dark Hunter from which the Valar promised protection in Valinor.
And then, the War of Wrath comes and with it the destruction of Cuivienen.
If any of those were re-embodied in Aman, I wonder if they make it a point to always turn their back to Valar and Maiar. I wonder if they only speak in the tongue they had first devised all those millennia ago and spoke in Cuivienen before time and different kindreds changed the tongue, not Sindarin or Quenya from the Great Journey's time or later. I wonder if they sing songs in their ancient tongue, songs about the beauty and unsullied health of Cuivienen every time any of the Ainur are near.
I wonder if the Valar feel any shame when those who they once looked upon in wonder and love gaze back at them with indifference or disgust.
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I also want to change Squilf and Leaf's relationship to become antagonistic after Leaf returns from her journey of self and societal reflection. So instead of rivalry and sibling jealousy we get an extreme difference of ideals. For one thing it adds nuance to their relationship, and you get that sweet split of Squilf marrying for the benefit of her clan to Leaf defecting to the detriment of the clan. That and Firestar favoring one child over the other is unrealistic within the universe itself. He favors his family as a whole, not individuals
...except Brambleclaw cause fuck him.
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I had a dream that I was approached to make an Official Bean Plush ™, and everything was fine, until all the plushies were made, and they were all flawed but no one could figure out what the flaw was
And it was like
I woke up before any were fixed, but it was funny
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You tell me to use my big boy words? How's this?
Right now I need you, I need you mentally, I need you emotionally I need you physically. I want you to invade all of my senses untill there is nothing else. I want you to be all I think about all I hear, feel and taste. Even though I have no sense of smell I want to be covered in "you" so that there can be no mistake on who I belong too.
Right now I would give my sight to trace your body with finger and tongue. How I need to feel each individual inch of your body as if I'm reading braille. How I would memorize each imperfection on your perfect body, committing to memory each and every part of you explored underneath my reverent touch.
I've told you before, but you are my drug. At the mere thought of you, my body changes, I feel my pulse rush, my hands tremble with a need to grab and pull close the object of my infatuation. I can feel my face and the tips of my ears flush at the thought of you and I intertwining. Seeing pictures of you makes me salivate, thinking of how bad I want to taste what I can see. My body knows what it wants and what it wants is for the weeks to pass in double time so that I can be with you again.
I keep repeating it like a mantra in my head.
Just three more weeks!!!
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my tummy hurts sooooo bad :((
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