Given what he did to Wen Chao in the novel (make him eat his own leg), I've always thought it obvious that he had to resort to cannibalism in the Burial Mounds. That idea didn't come out of the blue. It always felt like a VERY personal and pointed revenge.
The real question, though:
What the hell did he drink?
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Tbh, I think if you read an mxtx novel with the expectation that the storyâs hero is meant to learn some valuable lesson that fundamentally changes their character and views on life, then you are reading her books wrong. Thereâs not a single mxtx protag (currently) in existence who changes by the end of the story. Itâs the world they live in that is changed because of their actions:
âShen Yuanâs Shen Qingqiu transforms a toxic masculinity fantasy into a queer romance in which the unhappy stallion protagonist with a harem in the 100s is given his monogamous happy ending with a husband he actually loves and values with reciprocity. They fuck off to their forever honeymoon after exposing the corruptness of the cultivation world that ruined Luo Bingheâs life to begin with, and all of this was only possibly because Shen Yuan was just a genuinely nice fucking person. The world lives to see another day and a fuckton of people who died (or didnât even get to exist) in the original stallion novel get to live long, more fulfilled lives in Shen Yuanâs revision.
âWei Wuxian is killed for sticking up for a condemned clan, is resurrected against his will, and still stands by his actions in his first life while protecting those that continued to wrongfully condemn him. As a reward, the corpses of the people he died protecting save him and his loved ones (and the rest of the bystanders who killed them), he bags himself the most perfect and perfectly matched man in the cultivation world, and he continues to help others and do what he wants to the ire of the cultivation world who are now too embarrassed to fight him. The younger generation look to him as a beloved teacher, protector, and role model to aspire towards.
âXie Lian rebelled against hierarchy as a beloved prince of a prospering kingdom, then as a beloved god against the older gods, then as a reviled scraps god against the then most popular gods of the present day. He was always willing to lend a hand to anyone who needed it and to never hold resentment even if that kindness blew up in his face (and it often did). He gets to marry the man (ghost) who has seen him at his best and absolute worst and chooses him unconditionally, something no one else has ever done before. At the end of the novel, he is the god that all the other gods look to for guidance and strength.
None of these stories humble these characters for being good people. Even when their morally righteous actions net them unimaginably terrible results, even when they falter in the face of their failures, they ultimately remain true to their goodness. And none of the books humble them for that, because being good is not a character flaw. So in short: please stop talking about how mxtx protags âneededâ to learn valuable lessons to âbe good peopleâ when they were already good people from the very beginning. These stories are not about how the world changes people but how genuinely good people can change the world just by actively being kind even with no benefit to themselves and especially if that kindness leads to detriment.
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ok so hear me out, âgaydarâ but for bisexuality
BI-FI
âare you getting any Bi-Fi in hereâ âi only have like two bars of bi-fiâ âwhy is there no bi-fi in hereâ âthe bi-fi signal is great in hereâ
and my favorite:Â âwhatâs the bi-fi password?â
and for pansexuals? PAN-SCAN
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itâs october 7th. you hear about the attack by seeing people you followed glorifying the terrorist attackâa massacre, a pogromâas victory & justified resistance, glorifying a terrorist group that was founded with the explicit intent to kill your entire people
you make a post in which you make it clear you support palestinians and oppose the ways israel has wronged them, explaining that the terrorist group is still not good. you know you will probably get some flacc from the pro-Hamas side, but naively underestimate how much.
you get thousands of notifications on that one post, the majority of them hateful comments.
some of the response is positive. multiple messages thank you for the post, expressing bafflement that itâs controversial.
a few Israelis are upset at the loaded language in your post, but explain their problems with it civilly. you called Israel âapartheidâ. they ask you what apartheid laws Israel has. you admit you honestly donât know.
your inbox is flooded with anonymous hate from anti-Israel leftists.
over the course of a few weeks you have received hundreds of death threats, a dozen rape threats. people accuse you of being pro-genocide. youâre a literal Nazi. youâre racist, you thirst for the blood of Palestinians. youâre brainwashed by propaganda, a shill for The Zionist Entity. a few of the hate messages are from literal Neo-Nazis; the overwhelming majority are from leftists, many of them queer.
you are considering suicide.
you see footage of the october 7th attacks. you see footage of the bombings in gaza. you see footage of a Jewish man being murdered at an anti-Israel rally.
a popular creator you follow posts in support of an antisemitic hate group that masquerades as a Jewish organization. this organization regularly posts blood libel and other antisemitic rhetoric, works with groups that are even more explicitly antisemitic, including celebrating October 7th, holocaust inversion, blood libel, âKhazar theoryâ and others. more than one of the orgs they work with is pro-Putin.
your former roommate liked the post.
graffiti appears on a street you frequent that says â#freepalestineâ and âend settler colonialismâ
the boyfriend of the friend you spent most of the summer with makes his first post about the war. itâs a reposted comic that mocks and downplays the october 7th attack.
you doubt heâll be receptive to criticism. heâs shared leftist memes about âmonied elitesâ pulling all the strings and evangelicals being modern day âphariseesâ in the past, and getting him to understand why that was antisemitic was like herding cats. you try anyway.
another of his Jewish friends also pushes back. he smugly dismisses her, tells her sheâs falling for Zionist propaganda and uses several antisemitic tropes. you go off on him. he just deletes your comment.
you give up. youâre done. you block him.
you see anti-Israel posters and billboards around town
you mention what happened with the guy you went off on to his girlfriendâthe friend youâve grown very close to, who youâve been listening to as she unburdens her fears for the future and complains about her bfâs BS over the last year. she doesnât respond to you.
a friend of a friend shares posts tokenizing fringe groups that spread blood libel and have collaborated with holocaust deniers. you know they donât know what you know, so you explain what those groups are. they seem somewhat receptive, apologize, and take it down
the next day they share several more posts that dip into antisemitic tropes. you mention this to your mutual friend, that youâre worried about them being radicalized. youâre not sure how receptive theyâll be to continued criticism
you have a confrontation with the foaf. in the meantime theyâve shared even more antisemitic posts. they say they didnât mean to cause you distress but instead of stopping they effectively block you.
the âend settler colonialismâ vandalism has been counter-vandalized with the words âcommie propagandaâ in place of âsettler colonialismâ. you donât know if this is an improvement.
a month passes. the friend whose bf you went off on still hasnât spoken to you. you see she shared a post defending an SJP chapter that posted Nazi cartoon caricatures of Jews repurposed in âAnti-Zionistâ memes. you unfriend her on all social media platforms but you canât bring yourself to block her number.
you see a friend of someone whose couch you surfed when you were homeless harassing Jewish celebrities with âFree Palestineâ comments. you block them.
youâve lost count of how many people youâve unfollowed or blocked, or whoâve blocked you. friends, content creators.
when a friend takes an unusually long time to respond you worry if itâs because of your posts about antisemitism.
most of the podcasts, youtube channels, and other content creators you regularly engaged with no longer feel safe. you wonder who will be next
a couple friends wish you a happy hanukkah. you donât celebrate much aside from lighting the hanukkiah and making some latkes.
you see posts about a destroyed chabad menorah, antisemitic comments on Jewish celebritiesâ Hanukkah posts.
your neighborhood is covered in pro-Palestine & anti-Israel posters. some are seemingly innocuous, some are JVP ânot in our nameâ posters. some call for intifada. âglobalize the intifadaâ âZionists fuck off!â âsolidarity means attack!â
a man kills himself shouting âfree palestineâ. you learn about his suicide by seeing posts from several popular accounts you followed glorifying it.
you follow a bunch of jewish accounts on social media and commiserate with them about everything happening
your jewish friends post screenshots of the dead manâs antisemitic, pro-Hamas views. you look at his reddit and find even more horrific shit: anti-Ukraine posts. mocking Zelensky. âelitesâ are âlizard peopleâ; the only named individual he calls a lizard person is Jewish. you start to notice a pattern: a lot of the people he dislikes just so happen to be jews.
several people you know share a post glorifying this manâs suicide. most are acquaintances, one is someone incredibly important to you.
you wonder how they would respond to your suicide.
you tell the close friend that shared this post how it scares you. you show them the receipts of the manâs antisemitism. their response is a single sentence. they didnât know about the antisemitism.
they donât apologize.
you notice none of your irl friends, even your closest ones, interact with your posts about antisemitism. you are able to vent to a couple friends, but no one has reach out to you
you try not to read into it. you try not to take it personally.
you havenât slept well in months. youâve always been an insomniac but not like this. youâre not sleeping until 4am, 6am, even 9am. even when you get to bed at a decent hour and get a full nightâs rest it takes you hours to get out of bed.
a few weeks go by. the friend with the single sentence response shares a post saying theyâre excited and proud to join a group to help palestinians. youâre excited and proud for them.
a couple days later, they share a post about a fundraiser to help a palestinian family get out of gaza. you note to yourself this is a much more effective & less concerning form of activism than the pro-suicidal antisemite post.
your friend shares another post about the fundraiser. itâs a joint post between their group and another group.
you open the other groupâs page
the page is just a wall of signs from rallies. you swipe through one after another: âfrom the river to the seaâ, âby any means necessaryâ, justifying/denying the atrocities of october 7th, calling for violent revolution. anything done in the name of resistance canât be terrorism, all Israelis are terrorists. Jews arenât indigenous; theyâre white colonizers. holocaust inversion. other vile, thinly veiled violent rhetoric
you feel sick to your stomach imagining talking to your friend about it.
you already feel like youâre burdening the few friends you can talk to about this. you already feel like you think about it too much, talk about it too much. but you canât not think about it; it affects every aspect of your life.
youâve filtered out relevant keywords on more than one social media site to avoid the worst of it. some still manages to leak through.
there isnât a single friend you regularly interact with that you donât fear the moment when they will switch from listening to your concerns to seeing you as the evil zionist or indoctrinated hasbaranik theyâve been warned about.
itâs not an irrational fear. it keeps happening. you knew it would then, and you were powerless to do anything about it before, and you continue to be as it happens again and again.
you donât know what to do about any of it.
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âLolita isnât a perverse young girl. Sheâs a poor child who has been debauched and whose senses never stir under the caresses of the foul Humbert Humbert, whom she asks once, âhow long did [he] think we were going to live in stuffy cabins, doing filthy things togetherâŠ?â But to reply to your question: no, its success doesnât annoy me, I am not like Conan Doyle, who out of snobbery or simple stupidity preferred to be known as the author of âThe Great Boer War,â which he thought superior to his Sherlock Holmes. It is equally interesting to dwell, as journalists say, on the problem of the inept degradation that the character of the nymphet Lolita, whom I invented in 1955, has undergone in the mind of the broad public. Not only has the perversity of this poor child been grotesquely exaggerated, but her physical appearance, her age, everything has been transformed by the illustrations in foreign publications. Girls of eighteen or more, sidewalk kittens, cheap models, or simple long-legged criminals, are baptized ânymphetsâ or âLolitasâ in news stories in magazines in Italy, France, Germany, etc; and the covers of translations, Turkish or Arab, reach the height of ineptitude when they feature a young woman with opulent contours and a blonde mane imagined by boobies who have never read my book. In reality Lolita is a little girl of twelve, whereas Humbert Humbert is a mature man, and itâs the abyss between his age and that of the little girl that produces the vacuum, the vertigo, the seduction of mortal danger. Secondly, itâs the imagination of the sad satyr that makes a magic creature of this little American schoolgirl, as banal and normal in her way as the poet manquĂ© Humbert is in his. Outside the maniacal gaze of Humbert there is no nymphet. Lolita the nymphet exists only through the obsession that destroys Humbert. Herein an essential aspect of a unique book that has been betrayed by a factitious popularity.â
â Vladimir Nabokov (tr. Brian Boyd), Apostrophes (1975)
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it's hilarious how if you do any amount of research into life or death melee combat the prevailing themes that emerge are that
you're gonna get tired very quickly
tired leads to injured, injured leads to tired, tired leads toâ
you're not gonna be as composed as you expect
humans are more fragile than you think and also more durable than you think. both are true and neither stop them from dying of an infection later (DO NOT GET BITTEN)
DO NOT GET STABBED (generally good life advice)
DO GET A SPEAR
knights are faster than you think
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Only only childs do not get the urge to slam a rock against their sibling's skull
The first funny bitch was Cain, who straight up lied to God after killing his brother.
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No, but really, Caesar's assassination actually made tyranny WORSE and I will never stop finding that funny
The Senate: Caesar is dead! Rome is free from tyranny!
Octavian:
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not gonna lie Brutus has been acting kinda weird. and there's these weird masked men coming to the house. i bet theyre just planning a boys night though.
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Ides of March
Rome, 44BC
Aziraphale: Caesar was murdered today. Did you have anything to to with that?
Crowley: Arenât you the one who gives away stabby things?
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Honey, what's tommorow again?
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TODAY THE DAY FRIENDS!
TODAY WE GO TO THE SENATE!
Today we give Caesar his pointy gift ;)
Happy Ides of March!!!!
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What's your Roman Empire?
My roman empire is them.
Their smile is my Rome,
Their laugh is my joy.
Our conversations are my poetry,
Our time spent together is our expansion.
Their eyes are my Senate, noble and cruel.
Their hands are my army, strong and efficient.
Their voice is my Muses, inspiring and captivating.
So yeah, I've been asked what's my Roman Empire, and this is my answer.
My Roman Empire is them, and you, and everyone who's looking at nature and thinks:
My Roman Empire is what beauty I may see in every rock, tree and mountain. In every bird, fish and cow. In every single thing that my eyes and mind can see.
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I love WWX. Heâll accept being called a demonic cultivator, a whore, whatever, but he draws the line at being made ugly, the fuckin audacity to make him an ugly man how dare you
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becoming an adult cheat sheet!
learn to coupon
what to do when you canât afford therapy
cleaning your bathroom
what to do when you canât pay your bills
stress management
quick fix meals
find out if youâre paying too much for your cell phone bill
resume workshop
organize your closet
how to take care of yourself when youâre sick
what you should bring to a doctorâs appointment
whatâs a mortgage?
how to pick a health insurance plan
hotlines list
your first gynecology appointment
what to do if the cops pull you over
things to have in your car in case of emergency
my moving out masterpost
how to make friends as an adult (video)
how to do taxes (video)
recommended reads for surviving adulthood (video)
change a flat tire (video)
how to do laundry (video)
opening a bank account (video)
laundry cheat sheet
recipes masterpost
tricks to help you sleep more
what the fuck should you make for dinner?
where should you go for drinks?
alcohol: know your limits
easy makeup tips
find seat maps for your flight
self-defense tips
prevent hangovers
workout masterpost
how to write a check
career builder
browse careers
birth control information
financial management software & app (free)
my mental health masterpost
my college applications masterpost
how to jumpstart a car
sex ed masterpost
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