Queer disabled writer who gushes about Mysterious Lotus Casebook, Word of Honor, The Untamed, Horatio Hornblower, and disability rights and representation! Feel free to send me asks or start a chat! They/she pronouns.
MLC Dihua Anniversary Sequel/"the Fishing Fic" (post-canon, 2 year anniversary of newlywed room/12 year anniversary of dongahi battle, healed!LLH; collaboration with @greentealycheejelly; fic not yet on ao3):
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
(Selected) Horatio Hornblower fics:
Harboured and Encompassed (modern AU, Horatio/Archie/Will)
Nunc Atque Semper (past Archie/Horatio, present Maria/Horatio. Warning: DKU (Dead Kennedy Universe)
Taking Hands Against a Sea of Troubles (Archie/Horatio)
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Hi! I don't know who your blorbo is but I like being friends, so tell me about them?
Omg hi. Okay forgive me but I am going to take this as free reign to ramble. Fair warning cause I like talking.
Okay so meet Gong Yuanzhi
He is from a series called My Journey to You, which was directed by the same guy who did Fangs of Fortune (I don't know if you've seen it but it's very popular). This is his actor's debut role, and I think it's still my favorite of his (if you catch me on the right day. Zhuo Yichen has him beat sometimes). This is due to my favorite thing about Gong Yuanzhi which is so many microexpressions.
One of my favorite things to do when I am in my Gong Yuanzhi feels is to go into the My Journey to You tag and find gifsets of Gong Yuanzhi and stare at his face. Not because Tian Jiarui is very pretty, but because every single facial expression has so many emotions behind it, and they are constantly changing over the course of a few seconds. This guy can take you on an entire emotional journey over just one gifset because he is always feeling so many things and he is always showing all of those things on his face. It is wonderful to watch.
His two favorite facial expression are creepy grin and kicked puppy.
These happen in the same conversation btw. Within seconds of each other.
If you spend any time at all on the My Journey to You tag (my favorite place on the internet), you will also notice that a lot of posts featuring him also feature his older brother. This brings me to my second favorite thing about Gong Yuanzhi: he is weird about his brother. How is he weird about his brother? Great question!
So this is Gong Shangjue
He is Gong Yuanzhi's older brother (they're actually cousins but I'll get to that). According to Gong Yuanzhi, this is the only person on the planet who actually matters. Gong Shangjue is the most amazing person ever, can do no wrong, and is always correct about everything. Gong Yuanzhi will always do what his brother tells him to, even when he really really doesn't want to, and directs all of his energy to trying to make him happy. Sound toxic and heavily codependent? It is!
Don't worry though, Gong Yuanzhi is far from the only person here with issues. Gong Shangjue is just as crazy about his younger brother as Gong Yuanzhi is about him. Without getting too deep into it for spoiler reasons, at one point Gong Yuanzhi gets fatally wounded (it's okay, he recovers) and Gong Shangjue, who is very stoic and duty-oriented, sits down at his bedside, oh so gently grabs onto his hand, and refuses to leave until Gong Yuanzhi himself musters enough energy to tell him to go because there are important plot things happening outside of their room. I would not like to admit how much time I have spent thinking about just this one shot of Gong Shangjue and Gong Yuanzhi's hands.
See, the thing about these two brothers is that they are not actually brothers---they are cousins (the actual blood relation between the two of them is unclear, but we know they are essentially from different branches of the same family, so cousins). However, after an attack on the Gong family during which Gong Shangjue's actual brother died, Gong Yuanzhi stepped in and said "I'll be your brother" to which Gong Shangjue said "hell yes" (paraphrased). So now we have emotionally stunted, grieving Gong Shangjue who does not know how to be an actual person raising emotionally stunted, grieving Gong Yuanzhi, who feels like a replacement for the real younger brother whose death he feels partially responsible for. If this sounds complicated and unhealthy that's because it is.
Also in another scene Gong Yuanzhi gets captured and stuffed into a closet and Gong Shangjue storms into a place where he isn't supposed to be and demands to see his brother. And just as you think he might leave without finding him, Gong Yuanzhi bites his own tongue so that Gong Shangjue will smell the blood and find his hiding place. And it works. Because these two are unwell.
And I would be remiss to write an entire post on Gong Yuanzhi and not mention Shangguan Qian at all. Shangguan Qian is an assassin sent to seduce Gong Shangjue and then kill him, except that the two of them end up falling in love and then Shangguan Qian becomes conflicted. That's not important though. What's important is that Shangguan Qian spends a major part of her screentime beefing with Gong Yuanzhi specifically. Because he feels like she's replacing him in Gong Shangjue's life. Which is frankly hilarious no matter how you chose to interpret it, and reveals so much about Gong Yuanzhi's mentality that is simply heartbreaking.
Anyway, jumping off of Gong Yuanzhi's abysmal sense of self worth, the third best part of Gong Yuanzhi's character is all of the poison.
Our boy is the poison master of the Gong family. He's a little poison genius. His branch of the family is the one responsible for creating poisons and running the apothecary and even though he is technically too young to be the head of his lineage he is functionally the head of his lineage. He spends a signficant amount of time talking about poison, talking about curing poison, or talking about medical ingredients. This is not so much a plot relevant trait, but it is one that is so deeply ingrained in his character and it is very endearing.
(How did he get so good at poison, you ask?
Don't worry about it. I'm sure that's fine.)
Anyway, that is my brief introduction to Gong Yuanzhi. I hope you like him and if you ever watch My Journey to You and want to talk about him please feel free to hit me up because as you can see I am always down to talk about him at a moment's notice.
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I'm doing a bunch of rewriting of my difanghua fic (which I'll hopefully start posting at the end of July, just in time for the 3 year anniversary of the airing of the first episode of MLC), so I figured now would be a good time to post an excerpt!
Have some pre-difang vibes, with a very out of it and in pain DFS and an unfortunately horny FDB.
***
"A-Fei?" Duobing called a few minutes later. "May I come in?"
Di Feisheng swallowed back a curse and made one more attempt to get his almost completely numb fingers to grab onto the hairpin of his xiao guan. Finally, finally, they closed around the decorative dragon head with enough grip that he'd be able to pull it free. "Yes," he managed, wincing at how strained his voice sounded.
He let go of Xiangyi's hand just long enough to stabilize the xiao guan and pulled on the hairpin. It came out, and his hair tumbled free. The instant relief of not having that extra weight and pressure on his screaming acupoint and skull, of not having to ask for help getting it off, or to not have to force himself not to flinch away or choke someone in response to encroaching hands, made him have to close his eyes to breathe through their traitorous attempts to burn.
"Um," Duobing said, his voice too high and choked.
Di Feisheng's eyes flew open, and he blinked repeatedly to force them to focus and show only one Duobing instead of two, standing just inside the privacy blinds. "What?" he asked, once the world stopped warping.
"N-nothing," Duobing said, a little too quickly. "Glad to see you're getting ready for bed. Shall I take that hairpin before you take someone's eye out with it?"
Di Feisheng glanced down at the hairpin in his hands, which was nowhere near anyone's eyes, then shrugged. The brat probably thought teasing would take the sting out of being helped. "Alright," he said, then frowned, remembering what had happened with the misplaced incense. Better to reassemble it if he wished to see both parts again. Carefully, forcing his hands to obey him once more, Di Feisheng lined up the hairpin and slid it into the xiao guan, unable to stop the faint, relieved smirk tugging at his lips. Finally, something he'd defeated. "Here," he said, holding them out by the dragon's head on the hairpin to avoid changing his grip and dropping them, just barely keeping his arm from shaking from exertion.
It took far too long to notice that Duobing hadn't made a move to take them. Instead, Duobing was just staring at him, his cheeks slightly pink. "You're doing this deliberately," the brat hissed at last, crossing his arms over his chest and looking almost hurt.
Di Feisheng glared, the effort involved in keeping his arm steady making his head throb too angrily to puzzle out what was offending the brat now. "Doing what? Handing it to you? Don't offer if you don't want to help," he snapped, unable to keep the frustrated growl from his voice.
The brat's hurt look vanished, replaced by too many different emotions for Di Feisheng to track while his head felt like it was being impaled, before landing on one that looked vaguely sheepish. "No, I just meant"—Duobing gave the too-bright smile that meant he was about to lie his ass off, badly—"I thought you were holding the xiao guan by the hairpin like that to irritate me! The craftsmanship is unequaled. It deserves better than to just be dangled about! Here," he said, holding out a hand for it, "I'll take them, alright?"
Di Feisheng raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. The truth didn't matter. At least Duobing had figured out on his own this time that he hadn't been deliberately insulted. Might as well pretend he believed his ridiculous explanation. "It's sturdy," he said, putting it in Duobing's waiting hands. "It can handle it. I wouldn't wear it otherwise."
Duobing looked down at the xiao guan in his hands with a faint, almost sad smile. "Something can be sturdy and still deserve care, a-Fei," he said, his voice oddly soft and weirdly gentle. "They're not mutually exclusive." Then he looked up at Di Feisheng, brows raised, an expectant, hopeful look in his eyes.
What the fuck was the brat on about now? Was he really going to lecture him on proper care of accessories?
Oh. No, Duobing meant . . . that he, Di Feisheng, was . . .
Di Feisheng scoffed (or tried to; the sound was too soft, and almost fond, even to his own ears) and looked away, his gaze falling on the wrist guards he'd stacked to his right.
Well, he thought, forcing his hands to pick them up and to keep the parcel tucked between them hidden from view, this was a good a time as any.
I'm doing a bunch of rewriting of my difanghua fic (which I'll hopefully start posting at the end of July, just in time for the 3 year anniversary of the airing of the first episode of MLC), so I figured now would be a good time to post an excerpt!
Have some pre-difang vibes, with a very out of it and in pain DFS and an unfortunately horny FDB.
***
"A-Fei?" Duobing called a few minutes later. "May I come in?"
Di Feisheng swallowed back a curse and made one more attempt to get his almost completely numb fingers to grab onto the hairpin of his xiao guan. Finally, finally, they closed around the decorative dragon head with enough grip that he'd be able to pull it free. "Yes," he managed, wincing at how strained his voice sounded.
He let go of Xiangyi's hand just long enough to stabilize the xiao guan and pulled on the hairpin. It came out, and his hair tumbled free. The instant relief of not having that extra weight and pressure on his screaming acupoint and skull, of not having to ask for help getting it off, or to not have to force himself not to flinch away or choke someone in response to encroaching hands, made him have to close his eyes to breathe through their traitorous attempts to burn.
"Um," Duobing said, his voice too high and choked.
Di Feisheng's eyes flew open, and he blinked repeatedly to force them to focus and show only one Duobing instead of two, standing just inside the privacy blinds. "What?" he asked, once the world stopped warping.
"N-nothing," Duobing said, a little too quickly. "Glad to see you're getting ready for bed. Shall I take that hairpin before you take someone's eye out with it?"
Di Feisheng glanced down at the hairpin in his hands, which was nowhere near anyone's eyes, then shrugged. The brat probably thought teasing would take the sting out of being helped. "Alright," he said, then frowned, remembering what had happened with the misplaced incense. Better to reassemble it if he wished to see both parts again. Carefully, forcing his hands to obey him once more, Di Feisheng lined up the hairpin and slid it into the xiao guan, unable to stop the faint, relieved smirk tugging at his lips. Finally, something he'd defeated. "Here," he said, holding them out by the dragon's head on the hairpin to avoid changing his grip and dropping them, just barely keeping his arm from shaking from exertion.
It took far too long to notice that Duobing hadn't made a move to take them. Instead, Duobing was just staring at him, his cheeks slightly pink. "You're doing this deliberately," the brat hissed at last, crossing his arms over his chest and looking almost hurt.
Di Feisheng glared, the effort involved in keeping his arm steady making his head throb too angrily to puzzle out what was offending the brat now. "Doing what? Handing it to you? Don't offer if you don't want to help," he snapped, unable to keep the frustrated growl from his voice.
The brat's hurt look vanished, replaced by too many different emotions for Di Feisheng to track while his head felt like it was being impaled, before landing on one that looked vaguely sheepish. "No, I just meant"—Duobing gave the too-bright smile that meant he was about to lie his ass off, badly—"I thought you were holding the xiao guan by the hairpin like that to irritate me! The craftsmanship is unequaled. It deserves better than to just be dangled about! Here," he said, holding out a hand for it, "I'll take them, alright?"
Di Feisheng raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. The truth didn't matter. At least Duobing had figured out on his own this time that he hadn't been deliberately insulted. Might as well pretend he believed his ridiculous explanation. "It's sturdy," he said, putting it in Duobing's waiting hands. "It can handle it. I wouldn't wear it otherwise."
Duobing looked down at the xiao guan in his hands with a faint, almost sad smile. "Something can be sturdy and still deserve care, a-Fei," he said, his voice oddly soft and weirdly gentle. "They're not mutually exclusive." Then he looked up at Di Feisheng, brows raised, an expectant, hopeful look in his eyes.
What the fuck was the brat on about now? Was he really going to lecture him on proper care of accessories?
Oh. No, Duobing meant . . . that he, Di Feisheng, was . . .
Di Feisheng scoffed (or tried to; the sound was too soft, and almost fond, even to his own ears) and looked away, his gaze falling on the wrist guards he'd stacked to his right.
Well, he thought, forcing his hands to pick them up and to keep the parcel tucked between them hidden from view, this was a good a time as any.
yeah yeah rainbow capitalism is bad and whatever but like. when I was a child, being pro gay was not the popular or lucrative choice. I'm happy that times have changed.
I miss rainbow capitalism. I do. I miss when it felt like public opinion was still pro gay. I understand it was always an empty gesture, but it mattered in a sense of knowing how socially acceptable being queer is. If that makes sense.
I'm doing a bunch of rewriting of my difanghua fic (which I'll hopefully start posting at the end of July, just in time for the 3 year anniversary of the airing of the first episode of MLC), so I figured now would be a good time to post an excerpt!
Have some pre-difang vibes, with a very out of it and in pain DFS and an unfortunately horny FDB.
***
"A-Fei?" Duobing called a few minutes later. "May I come in?"
Di Feisheng swallowed back a curse and made one more attempt to get his almost completely numb fingers to grab onto the hairpin of his xiao guan. Finally, finally, they closed around the decorative dragon head with enough grip that he'd be able to pull it free. "Yes," he managed, wincing at how strained his voice sounded.
He let go of Xiangyi's hand just long enough to stabilize the xiao guan and pulled on the hairpin. It came out, and his hair tumbled free. The instant relief of not having that extra weight and pressure on his screaming acupoint and skull, of not having to ask for help getting it off, or to not have to force himself not to flinch away or choke someone in response to encroaching hands, made him have to close his eyes to breathe through their traitorous attempts to burn.
"Um," Duobing said, his voice too high and choked.
Di Feisheng's eyes flew open, and he blinked repeatedly to force them to focus and show only one Duobing instead of two, standing just inside the privacy blinds. "What?" he asked, once the world stopped warping.
"N-nothing," Duobing said, a little too quickly. "Glad to see you're getting ready for bed. Shall I take that hairpin before you take someone's eye out with it?"
Di Feisheng glanced down at the hairpin in his hands, which was nowhere near anyone's eyes, then shrugged. The brat probably thought teasing would take the sting out of being helped. "Alright," he said, then frowned, remembering what had happened with the misplaced incense. Better to reassemble it if he wished to see both parts again. Carefully, forcing his hands to obey him once more, Di Feisheng lined up the hairpin and slid it into the xiao guan, unable to stop the faint, relieved smirk tugging at his lips. Finally, something he'd defeated. "Here," he said, holding them out by the dragon's head on the hairpin to avoid changing his grip and dropping them, just barely keeping his arm from shaking from exertion.
It took far too long to notice that Duobing hadn't made a move to take them. Instead, Duobing was just staring at him, his cheeks slightly pink. "You're doing this deliberately," the brat hissed at last, crossing his arms over his chest and looking almost hurt.
Di Feisheng glared, the effort involved in keeping his arm steady making his head throb too angrily to puzzle out what was offending the brat now. "Doing what? Handing it to you? Don't offer if you don't want to help," he snapped, unable to keep the frustrated growl from his voice.
The brat's hurt look vanished, replaced by too many different emotions for Di Feisheng to track while his head felt like it was being impaled, before landing on one that looked vaguely sheepish. "No, I just meant"—Duobing gave the too-bright smile that meant he was about to lie his ass off, badly—"I thought you were holding the xiao guan by the hairpin like that to irritate me! The craftsmanship is unequaled. It deserves better than to just be dangled about! Here," he said, holding out a hand for it, "I'll take them, alright?"
Di Feisheng raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. The truth didn't matter. At least Duobing had figured out on his own this time that he hadn't been deliberately insulted. Might as well pretend he believed his ridiculous explanation. "It's sturdy," he said, putting it in Duobing's waiting hands. "It can handle it. I wouldn't wear it otherwise."
Duobing looked down at the xiao guan in his hands with a faint, almost sad smile. "Something can be sturdy and still deserve care, a-Fei," he said, his voice oddly soft and weirdly gentle. "They're not mutually exclusive." Then he looked up at Di Feisheng, brows raised, an expectant, hopeful look in his eyes.
What the fuck was the brat on about now? Was he really going to lecture him on proper care of accessories?
Oh. No, Duobing meant . . . that he, Di Feisheng, was . . .
Di Feisheng scoffed (or tried to; the sound was too soft, and almost fond, even to his own ears) and looked away, his gaze falling on the wrist guards he'd stacked to his right.
Well, he thought, forcing his hands to pick them up and to keep the parcel tucked between them hidden from view, this was a good a time as any.
when people defend the “Cis white guy is default” thing like “He’s meant to be an everyman we can all relate to and project on!” kindly remind them the largest ethnic group in the WORLD is Han Chinese and the highest gender percentage fluctuates so if you want an ACTUAL “default” you want a 40 year old chinese person whose gender changes from year to year.
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I'm doing a bunch of rewriting of my difanghua fic (which I'll hopefully start posting at the end of July, just in time for the 3 year anniversary of the airing of the first episode of MLC), so I figured now would be a good time to post an excerpt!
Have some pre-difang vibes, with a very out of it and in pain DFS and an unfortunately horny FDB.
***
"A-Fei?" Duobing called a few minutes later. "May I come in?"
Di Feisheng swallowed back a curse and made one more attempt to get his almost completely numb fingers to grab onto the hairpin of his xiao guan. Finally, finally, they closed around the decorative dragon head with enough grip that he'd be able to pull it free. "Yes," he managed, wincing at how strained his voice sounded.
He let go of Xiangyi's hand just long enough to stabilize the xiao guan and pulled on the hairpin. It came out, and his hair tumbled free. The instant relief of not having that extra weight and pressure on his screaming acupoint and skull, of not having to ask for help getting it off, or to not have to force himself not to flinch away or choke someone in response to encroaching hands, made him have to close his eyes to breathe through their traitorous attempts to burn.
"Um," Duobing said, his voice too high and choked.
Di Feisheng's eyes flew open, and he blinked repeatedly to force them to focus and show only one Duobing instead of two, standing just inside the privacy blinds. "What?" he asked, once the world stopped warping.
"N-nothing," Duobing said, a little too quickly. "Glad to see you're getting ready for bed. Shall I take that hairpin before you take someone's eye out with it?"
Di Feisheng glanced down at the hairpin in his hands, which was nowhere near anyone's eyes, then shrugged. The brat probably thought teasing would take the sting out of being helped. "Alright," he said, then frowned, remembering what had happened with the misplaced incense. Better to reassemble it if he wished to see both parts again. Carefully, forcing his hands to obey him once more, Di Feisheng lined up the hairpin and slid it into the xiao guan, unable to stop the faint, relieved smirk tugging at his lips. Finally, something he'd defeated. "Here," he said, holding them out by the dragon's head on the hairpin to avoid changing his grip and dropping them, just barely keeping his arm from shaking from exertion.
It took far too long to notice that Duobing hadn't made a move to take them. Instead, Duobing was just staring at him, his cheeks slightly pink. "You're doing this deliberately," the brat hissed at last, crossing his arms over his chest and looking almost hurt.
Di Feisheng glared, the effort involved in keeping his arm steady making his head throb too angrily to puzzle out what was offending the brat now. "Doing what? Handing it to you? Don't offer if you don't want to help," he snapped, unable to keep the frustrated growl from his voice.
The brat's hurt look vanished, replaced by too many different emotions for Di Feisheng to track while his head felt like it was being impaled, before landing on one that looked vaguely sheepish. "No, I just meant"—Duobing gave the too-bright smile that meant he was about to lie his ass off, badly—"I thought you were holding the xiao guan by the hairpin like that to irritate me! The craftsmanship is unequaled. It deserves better than to just be dangled about! Here," he said, holding out a hand for it, "I'll take them, alright?"
Di Feisheng raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. The truth didn't matter. At least Duobing had figured out on his own this time that he hadn't been deliberately insulted. Might as well pretend he believed his ridiculous explanation. "It's sturdy," he said, putting it in Duobing's waiting hands. "It can handle it. I wouldn't wear it otherwise."
Duobing looked down at the xiao guan in his hands with a faint, almost sad smile. "Something can be sturdy and still deserve care, a-Fei," he said, his voice oddly soft and weirdly gentle. "They're not mutually exclusive." Then he looked up at Di Feisheng, brows raised, an expectant, hopeful look in his eyes.
What the fuck was the brat on about now? Was he really going to lecture him on proper care of accessories?
Oh. No, Duobing meant . . . that he, Di Feisheng, was . . .
Di Feisheng scoffed (or tried to; the sound was too soft, and almost fond, even to his own ears) and looked away, his gaze falling on the wrist guards he'd stacked to his right.
Well, he thought, forcing his hands to pick them up and to keep the parcel tucked between them hidden from view, this was a good a time as any.
I'm doing a bunch of rewriting of my difanghua fic (which I'll hopefully start posting at the end of July, just in time for the 3 year anniversary of the airing of the first episode of MLC), so I figured now would be a good time to post an excerpt!
Have some pre-difang vibes, with a very out of it and in pain DFS and an unfortunately horny FDB.
***
"A-Fei?" Duobing called a few minutes later. "May I come in?"
Di Feisheng swallowed back a curse and made one more attempt to get his almost completely numb fingers to grab onto the hairpin of his xiao guan. Finally, finally, they closed around the decorative dragon head with enough grip that he'd be able to pull it free. "Yes," he managed, wincing at how strained his voice sounded.
He let go of Xiangyi's hand just long enough to stabilize the xiao guan and pulled on the hairpin. It came out, and his hair tumbled free. The instant relief of not having that extra weight and pressure on his screaming acupoint and skull, of not having to ask for help getting it off, or to not have to force himself not to flinch away or choke someone in response to encroaching hands, made him have to close his eyes to breathe through their traitorous attempts to burn.
"Um," Duobing said, his voice too high and choked.
Di Feisheng's eyes flew open, and he blinked repeatedly to force them to focus and show only one Duobing instead of two, standing just inside the privacy blinds. "What?" he asked, once the world stopped warping.
"N-nothing," Duobing said, a little too quickly. "Glad to see you're getting ready for bed. Shall I take that hairpin before you take someone's eye out with it?"
Di Feisheng glanced down at the hairpin in his hands, which was nowhere near anyone's eyes, then shrugged. The brat probably thought teasing would take the sting out of being helped. "Alright," he said, then frowned, remembering what had happened with the misplaced incense. Better to reassemble it if he wished to see both parts again. Carefully, forcing his hands to obey him once more, Di Feisheng lined up the hairpin and slid it into the xiao guan, unable to stop the faint, relieved smirk tugging at his lips. Finally, something he'd defeated. "Here," he said, holding them out by the dragon's head on the hairpin to avoid changing his grip and dropping them, just barely keeping his arm from shaking from exertion.
It took far too long to notice that Duobing hadn't made a move to take them. Instead, Duobing was just staring at him, his cheeks slightly pink. "You're doing this deliberately," the brat hissed at last, crossing his arms over his chest and looking almost hurt.
Di Feisheng glared, the effort involved in keeping his arm steady making his head throb too angrily to puzzle out what was offending the brat now. "Doing what? Handing it to you? Don't offer if you don't want to help," he snapped, unable to keep the frustrated growl from his voice.
The brat's hurt look vanished, replaced by too many different emotions for Di Feisheng to track while his head felt like it was being impaled, before landing on one that looked vaguely sheepish. "No, I just meant"—Duobing gave the too-bright smile that meant he was about to lie his ass off, badly—"I thought you were holding the xiao guan by the hairpin like that to irritate me! The craftsmanship is unequaled. It deserves better than to just be dangled about! Here," he said, holding out a hand for it, "I'll take them, alright?"
Di Feisheng raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. The truth didn't matter. At least Duobing had figured out on his own this time that he hadn't been deliberately insulted. Might as well pretend he believed his ridiculous explanation. "It's sturdy," he said, putting it in Duobing's waiting hands. "It can handle it. I wouldn't wear it otherwise."
Duobing looked down at the xiao guan in his hands with a faint, almost sad smile. "Something can be sturdy and still deserve care, a-Fei," he said, his voice oddly soft and weirdly gentle. "They're not mutually exclusive." Then he looked up at Di Feisheng, brows raised, an expectant, hopeful look in his eyes.
What the fuck was the brat on about now? Was he really going to lecture him on proper care of accessories?
Oh. No, Duobing meant . . . that he, Di Feisheng, was . . .
Di Feisheng scoffed (or tried to; the sound was too soft, and almost fond, even to his own ears) and looked away, his gaze falling on the wrist guards he'd stacked to his right.
Well, he thought, forcing his hands to pick them up and to keep the parcel tucked between them hidden from view, this was a good a time as any.
Hi Apple users, Apple released a fun thing where they take your photos and Siri transcripts and use them to train AI! And they may be automatically turned on without your knowledge, because oh boy they sure were for me!!!!!!!!!!!!
Open the “apps” section in your settings (it’s usually at the very bottom), go to photos and scroll until you see “Enhanced Visual Search” and then turn that shit off. Then go to “Privacy and Security”, scroll until you see “Analytics & Improvements”, and turn off “Improve Siri & Dictation” as well.
I am an artist with hundreds upon hundreds of my artworks in my photo album. I also have plenty of photos with not only my own face, but the faces of my friends and my family. I do not appreciate that being used to train AI without my consent, and I’m pretty sure it’s the same for others too.
THIS WHOLE SCENE!!! I WAS ON THE FLOOR OMG AHAHAHAHA
Zhan Zhao, whose level of petty is simply unmatched and unrivaled
I CANNOT WITH THEM ALSKDALSKDJASLD
My favourite thing is when Linglong and Zhan Zhao gang up on Yutang, and he can't do anything other then look like a drowned and offended rat (that he is)
I. CANNOT. DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAL WITH THIS!!!!!
Et tu, Brute?
Honestly, I think this is the perfect method of teaching someone like Bai Yutang some goddamn communication skills
And all you need is two utter bastards who share the same brain wavelength regarding manipulation tactics adkaldkjas
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i think one facet of why I am so bothered by the framing of interpersonal harm/violence as always being perpetuated intentionally and knowingly as part of some sort of Evil Plan is that frames instances of interpersonal harm/violence as successful interactions. they wanted this thing and they went out and took steps and accomplished it. whereas I very VERY strongly feel that interpersonal violence and abuse is a profound social failure! human beings want and need genuine social connections. while people may lack a concern for the experience and well-being of those around them, etc, I think in general most people want to succeed in having interpersonal connections with others. and so, patterns of harm and violence are a failure in that. which is why I often find myself characterizing ppl who can't get out of the patterns of causing that kind of harm as pathetic, I guess - being pathetic in no way means I'm saying they're not responsible for that harm, obviously. it's just like. well for example with my evil abusive grandma, like... being herself is her own worst nightmare. I don't think she wants to have the kind of relationships with her family where we're only here out of a feeling of obligation rather than any kind of genuine affection and desire to be around her. but she is fundamentally unable to move beyond her comfort zone of coercive control to try to learn new ways of interacting that might result in the changes that she would probably admit she desires deep down. and ultimately that IS ALSO selfish, like, she is unwilling to endure the discomfort of taking responsibility for her behavior! she can't psychologically face the reality of what she has created and so she displaces blame onto everyone but herself in order to maintain any psychological stability. but it's also fucking pathetic. and it's a profound failure to end up in that situation. it doesn't mean she has it "worse" than the children she has abused and coerced for decades, because like. these things don't get weighted like that. ultimately she is responsible for the harm she has done. but the harm isn't a success, it's a failure. framing her as a manipulator who just Likes Hurting People because she gets some sort of inhuman pleasure from it would frame the results of her abuse as a success. and I just don't think that's true! at all! I think she's a failure! I think interpersonal violence is failure!
eta: to clarify this is a response to social constructs such as The Criminal, The Abuser, The Killer, etc, which posit people who do certain things as being fundamentally different from other people. I am not trying to come up with some sort of Abuse Formula. I am in fact speaking to the complexity of human behavior lol
#yeah.#I think also sometimes part of why these behaviors get so entrenched / escalate so much#Is the combined effect of a short-term emotional reward with the lack of a long-term one#You get something you want you ride the adrenaline high of being mean you make sure the situation goes your way#But you don't build the types of social relationships you crave.#So you squeeze harder and harder trying to turn that short-term reward into something that lasts.
#.... I think this is maybe also related to the phenomenon of love bombing.#and of abusive people becoming extremely upset about being abusive and making the people they've hurt comfort them.#It's often talked about like that's totally calculated and performative. Which is deeply unhelpful when you're trying to process#a relationship in which that sort of thing happened in ways you're almost certain were genuine expressions of emotion.#That doesn't make them better. Literally it does not make anything about the situation better at all.#But it's just. Like. This person hurt you because they were trying so viciously hard to meet their own emotional needs#and everything that happened to you is basically.... collateral damage. From that.
#Of course it's compounded when people have structural forms of social power that modulate the limits of how far they can go without#consequences. And when they've learned across many domains of their life how much they can accomplish materially#by being a bully. Of course people are going to bring that into interpersonal relationships as well#And when it fails to accomplish their goals in those relationships - goals that may also be unexamined or willfully denial -#it spirals.
Again. Into people applying the tactics they're convinced are safe for them and effective#harder and harder regardless of consequences because it still just Isn't Working Yet#and sometimes panicking and switching to different tactics (like love bombing) but without consistency or dedication#being soft and affectionate when you crave softness and affection and then switching right back to#manipulation or petty digs or blowing up mad when you're back to wanting to Get Your Way#a lack of clarity about the long-term shape of the relationship and how your patterns of behavior affect it#Or a willful fiction that casts that narrative as something other than what it is - again to meet your moment-to-moment needs
THANK U for adding your tags in here, you've articulated a lot about this that I have been thinking about and been unable to quite get out of my head in a way that I feel makes sense.
