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You know what hurts?

Imagine being Jiang Cheng; you’re 18 years old, and there was a moment, after the destruction of your sect, the Fall of Lotus Pier, the deaths of your parents, when you see your brother about to be taken away by Wen soldiers.

Imagine the things you’d think in the span of a few seconds: that if they take him, your brother dies, and you’re alone in a war, left to take care of your people and your sister. If you distract them, they take you instead.

But if they take you, you’ll die. You’ll get tortured and killed in your own home that’s bathed in the blood of your family. If you die, your brother will inherit your sect and your responsibilities. He will be the leader your father knew you could never be. You hear your mother’s voice, that always said he will bring nothing but trouble, that he’ll take away what’s rightfully yours.

Imagine that despite everything, not caring about anything, you step outside. You get caught, tortured, your golden core crushed– a fate worse than death, because now you have become what you always thought you already were: useless.

You don’t let him know. You don’t let either of them know.

Now imagine that despite the deteriorating relationship with your brother, who doesn’t seem to take anything seriously, who doesn’t help with the sect, who makes trouble in every public appearance you have, you don’t let him know. You don’t throw it in his face. He must never know.

And years– so, so many dreadful years full of mourning later– you find out your brother made the same sacrifice you did. Except, he tells you that he did it out of obligation. You were a debt. You were a way to repay your father’s kindness and your mother’s tolerance and your sister’s love to an orphan boy. You were the price the man you called brother had to pay for being allowed to live in Lotus Pier. You were his duty, nothing more.

That’s what you hear in his words. That’s what he means when he says to leave it all in the past. You are the past. Which maybe was fitting, as you never moved on from him. You were a weight that your brother is finally free of, so he can go live a happy life with other people he considers family.

Imagine how it feels, to think that what you did out of love, nothing more or less, but pure, unadulterated love– it destroyed your beloved’s life. Everything you have built, everything you were proud of, it was at his expense. Then, your brother trampled all over your love with the cold detachment, although unknowingly.

He didn’t know after all.

So, steeling whatever is left of your heart, you let him go. You finally let go, knowing your grip has never been love, to your brother, but a chain, a prison–

So you don’t tell him.

You could never admit to it. You could never put him through the anguish you yourself are feeling.

He must never know.

#yes good #this is why jiang cheng is my fav character

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i come from the 8tracks generation where you weren't allowed to just dump three and a half twee indie folk/tswift records into a fanmix and call it done. on 8tracks you had 8+ handpicked songs in rigid chronological order and an accompanying mission statement and thesis defence detailing exactly why each one applied to your derek x stiles coffee shop au AND cover/track-list art hodgepodged from stolen pinterest/tumblr aesthetic photography, and all of this was done under constant threat of death because it was the DMCA wild west and the site was in a constant state of gradual collapse.

#the fst community is a big reason for my extremely wide ranging music tastes

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Pros and Cons of making things

Pro: Thing

Con: Make

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friend was lamenting the lack of girls in the shonen she was watching so I had some advice for her

#me @ j #its ok i fed him symphogear

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Fuck your Meyers Briggs

#looks like everyone's getting the same results #aka larp #prob reflective of those of us on tumblr still tbh

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A brief insight into a world where animals vocalize like Pokémon:

Patient: “What’s wrong with me?”

Doctor: “Well let’s take a listen.”

Muffled voice from inside patient: “Tapeworm”

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Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post

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could you define those words in that post about terminology, please?

“Is there a ghost kissing me right now?” is a metaphysical question, it asks about reality.

“How would I know if a ghost is kissing me right now?” is an epistemological question, it asks about how we acquire knowledge about reality.

“What does it actually mean for a ghost to kiss someone?” is an ontological question, it asks about the nature of reality.

“Is this ghost’s only purpose to kiss me?” is an teleological question, it asks for a reason for something’s existence.

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💗

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👀👀👀

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There's a trend on TikTok about white Americans fighting back against white Europeans who say they're not allowed to claim their European backgrounds and while I'm all about about white Americans getting in touch w/ their ancestry...

I become incredibly frustrated at how uneducated they are about that alleged ancestry. Every time I see the term "Scots-Irish" I can feel a blood vessel pop because they think that means Scottish and Irish and it's like they don't know what the fuck they're talking about or the history or geopolitics involved. That's Ulster Scots and they're colonizers in Ireland. ❤️

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breeding is the most boring kink imaginable its literally just catholicism

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#amazing #burd

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