went home and got my tpb of the iron fist comics and I am back on my lin lie bullshit. thinking about his hands and the shards again and the amount of fine motor control he's having to build back up. and then he just jams a whole bunch more of the shards into his arms. like.
he's really concerned about his duty, isn't he. keeping the sword away from chiyou's demons. keeping the tomb sealed. maybe he thought he was going to get a break. the sword was shattered, he was dead. no more duty for him.
and instead he gets another duty. he's the iron fist now. immortal weapon, protector of k'un lun. oh and he's also still beholden to the whole fu xi thing. the sword has literally become a part of him. he cannot separate himself from his duty because it's literally embedded and tattooed in his skin. at least this time, when he presses the remaining loose shards into his arm, he's choosing it.
and he worked so hard, too. he just relearned how to wield a sword, how to hold chopsticks, how to write. but he's confronted with his duty and in a heartbeat he decides, fuck it, he's not letting chiyou get the sword. by any means necessary. it's his responsibility.
When ur boyfriend slash roommate spends all night drawing up drafts for his commission and you tell him that he can sleep on your lap so you could use him as an armrest to read your empty book cause i wanted to post this already before finishing everything up
An archivist found a long forgotten 8mm film reel in an old metal box, marked "Philippines 1942". Thinking it was lost WWII footage, he sent it in to be restored/digitized. When he got the footage back, he found puppies instead (via)