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Iâm kinda laughing at the atla tag being filled with screen grabs from the movie tagged z*tara and itâs literally just katara and zuko standing next to each other. Like baby the delusion is still so strong after all these years. They had barely any interactions in this movie and the most significant one was them both adamantly disgusted about being called a couple. Meanwhile, Zukka and Toko cathedrals everywhere in that movie for those with eyes to see. And of course, Kataang being That Girl once again
Our girlfriend looks so pretty from outer space
"at least venezuela lost a dictator" "the good thing about trump's invasion" "maduro deserved it" oh my god some of you are dangerously susceptible to fascist propaganda.
unfriendly and honestly hostile reminder that trump isn't invading venezuela because maduro is a dictator, or because of drug cartels. he's doing it only and exclusively because they have desirable oil reserves and no other reason. reminder that venezuela is a comparatively poor country that will never financially recover from this. reminder that venezuelans are suffering with the bombing and the air strikes. reminder that trump did it to steal from them and no one did anything. reminder that this sets a dangerous precedent and now all trump has to do to invade another country is claim they're in a dictatorship. reminder that trump is a fascist dictator.
this will only be bad, for venezuelans and for all of latin america (and possibly the whole world) in the long run. trump did this not to help the venezuelans or their country, but to steal their petrol and get away with it. and he will. because that's what dictators do.
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I think the reason we never see Sonic and Rouge interact much is because the amount of cunt they'd serve together would implode the universe
âYou are nothing more than the story you liveâ
"Where are you from?"
The first time I was asked this, I was five. I stared back at my classmate, though it was an easy question really, but it felt kind of weird knowing there isn't anyone else in the room that will match my answer. I got asked that question a lot that day; my answer was always followed by them talking about some piece of Indian media they'd consumed which I'd never heard of, or sometimes a head movement, and accent switch that felt oddly offensive but I couldn't really tell why. The few other desi kids I knew all went to the same school, were only friends with other desi people, and only spoke Hindi, a language I "knew" but was never fully fluent in. I found it quite weird how they managed to live in this all-desi bubble in a completely different country; I would be impressed if that hadn't made them surprisingly racist.
"Where are you from?"
I hadn't been asked that in school for a while, but here I was, on my way out of my Year 6 classroom. She was a new teacher, and I later came to find out she was grossly educated on India, though she didn't stop any of the other kids from making their side comments about a "funny smell" when I opened my lunchbox. Her intense knowledge about India just made it even more embarrassing not to be able to answer basic questions about the country I'm supposedly from. She ended that interaction by saying "Are you really from India?" A joke. We both walked out laughing. That summer, we went to India, and I heard that joke over and over again, to the point it didn't even feel like one.
"Where are you from?"
This was no longer an easy question; I didn't really know how to answer it without delving into an explanation. That's not the only thing I didn't know. I didn't know how to be comfortable in my own skin, with my hair, my features, "rules" I had to follow because of my culture. Everyone around me was so different from me, physically. But in every other sense, I related to people here more than I did back in India. The music I was introduced to, the references I laughed at, the food I enjoyed, social cues, and everything in between, all made me feel so very different when I visited my cousins. At times it made me feel like a poser, an imposter of sorts, both in India, and back at home.
"Where are you from?"
It was weird coming from my own brother. "No, like seriously how do you answer that? I get asked that so much here in uni." Sometimes I lose sight of the fact I'm not the only one that goes through this; it's not just me. Especially with him, getting the same side comments from aunties made this a fairly common discussion between us. Except now, we had both made peace with it; we had accepted it.
"Where are you from?"
My supervisor asked me last week. A question I still don't look forward to. Though I've learnt how to answer it to myself, and that's all that really matters. My identity with both places was so intertwined it became one; it became me. A third culture kid is a person who spent a significant chunk of their childhood in a place with a completely different culture. Raised surrounded by two different cultures, they form one of their own, a "third culture" which is a mix of both. And I'd pick that third culture of mine over anything anyway.

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For anyone who wants an easy copy-paste into their favourite recipe keeper:
Pumpkin Pudding Pie w/Orange Zest and Cardamom Whipped Cream
(makes ~3 pies)
Ingredients:
Pie:
2 ½ cups sugar
15oz can pumpkin puree
2 eggs
½ tsp baking soda
2 cups flour
2 tsp baking powder
½ tsp ground cinnamon
Âź tsp vanilla
pinch of salt
2½ cups milk
4 TBSP butter (melted)
1 orange
1 tsp powdered sugar
Whipped Cream:
1 cup heavy cream
2 TBSP powdered sugar
1 tsp cardamom
pinch nutmeg
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Instructions:
Pie:
Preheat the oven to 325°F
Prepare the pie crust (that's another recipe's job- either find a scratch recipe or buy a pre-made dough or graham cracker crust)
Blend 2½ cups sugar, pumpkin puree, eggs, and baking soda in a large mixing bowl (if using a mixer, blend with a paddle attachment)
Add the flour, baking powder, cinnamon, vanilla, and salt; blend until well mixed
Add the milk and melted butter, whisk until well mixed (if using a mixer, blend with the whisk attachment)
Pour your batter into the crust, filling right up to the edge (the mix will be more liquid than solid, but it will rise/solidify in the oven)
Bake at 325°F for 55 minutes
Remove from the oven and let it cool
Top with sifted powdered sugar
Zest an orange over the top of the pie (microplane if possible but regular zester is fine; have found that the most aesthetically pleasing version is to peel the orange and then finely dice the peel but that's a hassle!)
Whipped cream:
Put your metal mixing bowl and whisk in the freezer for at least 15 minutes
Whisk powdered sugar, cardamom, and nutmeg together in bowl
Add heavy cream; whisk until stiff peaks start forming
Serve on a cooled pie :)
hey guys, my take on jimao and i will post something later, im in a zoom class actively rn okay bye.
this was taken by from my insta story btw.
Maomao: manchild (begrudgingly affectionate)
Not Your Orientalist Fantasy: The Inner Palace in The Apothecary Diaries
Ok my Apothecary fam, this is gonna be a long post but a positive one, so bear with me :3
Iâve loved historical fiction since forever, especially when itâs not centered around Western/white history. But loving the genre comes with a lot of frustration too. Depending on whoâs writing, when theyâre writing, and how well they researched (or didnât), it can easily fall into stereotyping or misinformation.
Recently, I read two historical novels set in empires that depicted versions of a harem:
đ Alamut by Vladimir Bartol, set in medieval Iran, and
đ The Architectâs Apprentice by Elif Shafak, in Ottoman Istanbul.
Both stories include spaces where women live together, sometimes as concubines, nobles, queens, wifes. Sometimes as political actors, sometimes just as plot devices. And both got me thinking: why did I hate those depictions, but love the inner palace in The Apothecary Diaries? Honestly, the way this story handles gendered spaces of power feels smarter, more complex, and more real than a lot of so-called âseriousâ historical novels.
â ď¸ I'm manga + anime only (for now), and this is based on that part of the series (Iâve read up to ch. 80.2 and watched both seasons). Please do not spoil me in the discussions <3
Orientalism vs nuance â how fiction fails (and why this manga doesnât)
"Harem" is a loaded term in the West. Itâs shaped far more by the Western colonial imagination than by actual historical realities. Yes, polygynous systems existed in many empires : Rajput and Mughal India, Qing China, the Ottoman empire, Persia, Egypt, etc. The word harem once meant protection, intimacy, and even a form of soft power. But colonial narratives twisted it into a fantasy, full of sex, silence, and subjugation.
In Alamut, women are brainwashed playthings in a pleasure fortress. Drugs, alcohol, and softcore orgies make it feel like a colonial fever dream. This doesn't surprise me because Vladimir Bartol, the author of the novel, never went to Persia and everything he wrote was inspired by Marco Pollo's writing. Oh ! Another white traveler.
In The Architectâs Apprentice, things are less cartoonish, but still... uneasy. The harem remains this mysterious closed space, romanticized and framed through the male narratorâs gaze. Eventhough the author Elif Shafak, is turkish and a women, I feel that some of her writing does carry stereotypes. And honestly? Even when weâre part of the cultures being depicted, many of us still carry a Western gaze. Thatâs colonization. Thatâs the power of dominant narratives.
So I always feel tense when fiction tackles these gendered spaces â especially when it exoticizes women of color as either voiceless victims or sexualized enigmas. Queerness is often fetishized in these depictions too â as a kind of Orientalist fantasy layered over the womenâs bodies.
But The Apothecary Diaries? It avoids all that. It doesnât pretend these systems were fair or ideal. But it also doesnât pretend they were empty cages.
The inner palace is a social world, not an orgie in disguise
What I love in Apothecary Diaries is that the inner palace isnât just a backdrop for seduction.
Itâs full of life, of power games, alliances, daily routines, and deeply human connections. You see friendships, rivalries, maternal bonds. You see court ladies trained in arts, etiquette, sometimes even politics. Gyokuyou helping Lihua when they are both pregnant. The bond between Lishu and Ah Duo, as a mother-daughter relationship. Maomaoâs friendship with Xiaolan and Shisui. All of it builds a world where women are active agents, even in constrained roles.
So many stories rely on shock value when depicting women in these systems : rape, abuse, trauma. Not to say these things didnât happen, but theyâre so often presented in voyeuristic, almost titillating ways.
The Apothecary Diaries shows us something rarer: the real problems and emotional costs of those systems, without sensationalizing them.
The quiet pain of Gyokuyou, who knows sheâll never have the emperor to herself.
Fuyou, a princess who uses the inner palace as a hiding place, waiting for her beloved, and cleverly tricking the emperor into leaving her alone.
Lihuaâs illness, shaped by the grief of losing her child.
These stories show us that suffering here isnât always loud or dramatic. Sometimes itâs slow, soft, made of waiting and quiet resignation.
And yes, even the deeply disturbing behavior of the previous emperor is part of this reality. His pedophilia was known and frowned upon, yet tolerated, simply because he held ultimate power. No one could stop him. Thatâs part of the horror too.
The ecosystem of the inner palace and the lives of its women reflect the world outside: sorority, friendship, sisterhood, but also rivalry, violence, loneliness, and class divides.
Itâs complex. And thatâs exactly what makes it such a compelling story.
Women navigating patriarchy with intelligence and strategy
Yes, the system is patriarchal. Of course it is. The emperor decides, men rule. But within this system, women still find ways to carve out space â to survive, to strategize, sometimes even to thrive like Gyokuyou.
Some rely on wit, alliances, or sheer luck to stay afloat. Others, like Shenmei, actively choose this world, seeking honor, influence, and status, even when their heart lies elsewhere. They become part of the palaceâs political machinery, navigating its codes and ambitions like anyone else trying to rise within empire.
And then there are those like Lishu, quietly protected â not because of their own agency, but because the palace, for all its rules, still offers more safety than the world beyond its walls.
And what I found particularly brilliant is how the series draws parallels between the inner palace and the pleasure quarters.
Both are systems where women are sexualized, yes. But both also offer women a kind of agency. The courtesans of the red light district, much like Indian tawaifs or Japanese geishas, are shown choosing who to marry, managing their careers, teaching the arts â even sexual education.
Remember when Maomao teaches a noblewoman about sex based on what she learned from the brothel? Thatâs cultural memory, feminine expertise, and class intersection all in one.
Class, gender, and masculinity deconstructed
I also love how the story explores declassed masculinities.
By that, I mean men who donât sit at the top of the patriarchal hierarchy. They donât hold full institutional power, nor do they always benefit from sexual or social dominance.
Take the eunuchs, for example. In a lot of Western fiction, eunuchs are mocked, caricatured, or reduced to tragic figures. But The Apothecary Diaries offers a much richer range of portrayals.
We have two doctors: one naĂŻve and kind, Guen and, the other competent and respected, Luomen. Thereâs also Gaoshun, who has a family â something rare to see in fiction for an eunuch but historically accurate ! These characters are layered, each have different stories. Some are influential and respected. They represent a masculinity that exists outside the norm â marginalized, yes, but far from powerless.
Even Jinshi, with his complicated background, plays with gender expectations. Heâs perceived as delicate, elegant, âtoo beautiful to be taken seriouslyâ â which creates a tension between his apparent softness and his hidden political strength. He performs fragility to disarm people, while holding real authority.
Lihaku, on the other hand, is more of a traditional male figure but his tenderness, his devotion to Pailin, and his friendship with Maomao make him stand out. As a man from a lower class, he also faces barriers and prejudice. He doesn't coast on masculine privilege alone â he has to fight for space in this strategic, stratified society.
Even the current emperor isnât reduced to a brutish patriarch who exploits women. He cares for Lishu, Gyokuyou, and Ah-Duo in different ways â as a father, a companion, a partner in trust. Heâs witty, clever, emotionally attuned. But he too is trapped by his role. He has to marry for political reasons. We see this when he visits Lolan because her family is powerful â despite clearly having no physical interest in her and no admiration for her personality. Itâs duty, not desire.
None of these men fit the traditional mold of patriarchal power.
And thatâs what makes it so refreshing. The Apothecary Diaries doesnât just explore how women survive under patriarchy. It also shows how men who donât fit the dominant script navigate it too.
Some of this is clearly designed to appeal to modern audiences â no, this isnât 100% historically accurate. But it still breaks many stereotypes about men in palace life with harems. Theyâre not just simping 25/7 for the women. Theyâre not defined solely by desire or power over the harem. They have their own lives, their own griefs, and their own constraints. And thatâs rare to see.
When the Gaze Isnât Male or White
Western historical dramas like Versailles, The Tudors, or The Crown are full of royal mistresses, political marriages, lovers used as pawns. And yet. We donât exoticize Anne Boleyn the same way we exoticize, say, HĂźrrem Sultan or Nur Jahan.
The reason? Racism. We romanticize white womenâs sexuality and political maneuvering, but frame women of color in imperial settings as either victims or temptresses. Itâs tiring.
I honestly think this complexity in The Apothecary Diaries and how it breaks stereotypes, is one of the reasons the anime is so popular. It has layers. And one major reason is that the story is told through the eyes of a woman.
Maomao doesnât romanticize or demonize the Inner Palace or the Pleasure District. She observes with curiosity, empathy, and sharp analysis. It brings in a rare kind of female gaze: one that sees both pain and resilience, both survival and ambition.
Thatâs the beauty of Maomaoâs narration. It doesnât flatten or moralize, it understands.
These types of point of view are essentials in fiction. Because how we tell history affects how we see each other. Because stories like The Apothecary Diaries offer us a view of the past that isnât filtered through a white, Christian, male lens.
Because these systems were patriarchal â but they were also complex, dynamic, and full of real human lives. And fiction that gets that? Is precious.

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I love this series guys đĽš
âapothecary diaries is a romanceâ âapothecary diaries is a court dramaâ wrong. jinshiâs apothecary diaries is a first love romance and maomaoâs is a workplace drama. her biggest problem is being fired via execution and his is falling behind on work worrying sheâs taking the wrong man home