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*Based on one of the extra chapters from MDZS novel.

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So, I heard youâve been wondering what are the 3000 rules of Gusu Lan Sect?
See that wall? Itâs the Lan Sectâs Wall of Discipline that appeared for 2 seconds in MDZS Episode 2. Some very diligent soul on Weibo actually went to read the texts carved on that Wall. Probably with a magnifying glass. No joke. Like, seriously, no joke.
Here goes all the rules that she managed to read out - translated hopefully not horrendously by Tumblr user my-otp-list.Â
âDo not kill within Cloud Recesses
Do not fight without permission
Do not commit acts of promiscuity
Do not go out at night
Do not make noise
Do not walk too fast
Do not laugh for no reason
Do not sit with a disgraceful pose
Do not eat more than 3 bowls (Translatorâs note: LOL)
Be a filial child
Organise work properly
Diligence is the root
Morality is the priority
Harmony is the value
Learning comes first
Do not take your own words lightly
Do not act impulsively
Do not give up on learning
Make sure to act virtuously
Do not forget the grace of the forefathers
Be careful with your words
Be respectful and humble
Be loyal and filial
Be amicable and united
Be of one mind
Train your body and your mind
Stop the bad habits
Be strict with yourself
Be easy on others
Do not hold grudges
Love and respect yourself
Maintain your own discipline
If others win over you, do not envy
If other lose to you, do not look down
Do not be wasteful
Do not create damages
Love all beings
Honour good people
Steer away from bad men
Respect the filial ones
Destroy the five poisons*
Nurture aspirations
Uphold the value of justice
Shoulder the weight of morality
Embrace the entirety of the world
Perform acts of chivalry
Have courage and knowledge
Have courtesy and integrity
Have affection and gratefulness
Have wins and losses
Be fair, and they will follow you
Be trustworthy, and they will believe you
Be mighty, and they will die for you
Take the straight path
Reject the crooked road
Earn trust
Believe sincerely
Have a strong will and anything can be achieved
Win friendships with kindness
See friends as neighbours
Be just
Be generous
Be ethical
Be grateful
Be loyal
Appreciate the good people Â
Wake up at 8am
Do not be picky about food
Have a proper posture
Do not be overly happy
Do not be overly sad
Do not be over-the-top
Do not use bad words to hurt others
Do not spread empty lines
Do not break promises
Do not form cliques
Do not speak ill of others
Do not live extravagantly
Do not build wealth by using others, for this wealth wonât last
Help the underprivileged
Do not argue with your family, for it doesnât matter who wins
Speak meagerly, for too many words only bring harmâ
So, does anyone here think they qualify to be a Gusu Lan Sect disciple? (・â˘Ěá´-)â§
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Bonus - An actual rule that was added by Lan Qiren after WWX and LWJ got together:
âDo not get near Wei Yingâ
No, Iâm not kidding.
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All âsquinting and staringâ credit goes to Weibo user ĺ§ćľç§°äťäšĺĽ˝çŚ_yooooo.Â
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*The Five Poisons in ancient Chinese belief: Referring to the five poisonous animals that commonly appear in early summer, namely snake - scorpion - centipede - toad - spider.
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These past few days have been tough - with my anxiety making its presence felt more each moment. My inadequacy at what I am doing, how some patients see right through me. How their words of, âDi ba, doktor ka? Bakit hindi mo maipaliwanag sa akin?â (Arenât you a doctor? Why canât you explain to me what is happening?)
-- and how the underlying words, âDapat âdi ka nagpapakilala bilang doktor kung hindi ka naman pala marunong,â (You shouldnât have introduced yourself as a doctor if you donât know what youâre talking about,) echo just as loudly.
How my heart thunders in my chest, my hands breaking in cold sweat, and how out of breath I feel.
How each word shakes me to the core, as I am left questioning - am I meant to be here?
Is Medicine a place for one battling her anxieties? Itâs a tough world, thatâs for sure, and no one said that itâs going to be easy, with the hostile environment, and with the side comments of people who want to take charge. People whom I allow myself to give in to, because they are able to speak up about it more than I can and verbalize what they want.
At this point, I remember my coach telling me to remember - remember how I was able to comfort tatay with the teary eyes. The one who kept his tattered Philhealth papers folded and kept in a plastic bag, to make it last longer so that it can help him and his child should they have any health concerns, and by extension, the man who was unfortunately bit by his dog.
Saan ka huhugot ng lakas?
Paano ka huhugot ng lakas?
Balikan natin âyung mga pagkakataon na nagpasalamat sa iyo ang mga pasiyente mo. Realize that itâs not all the bad. That some really, sincerely appreciated your presence, your pangangamusta, your advice.
Bloom where you are planted, Cher.
Itâs going to be a long journey, but weâll get there eventually. :)
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So, Iâm really not the type to rely on others for money. Iâve worked and paid rent since I was 16 years old, Iâm going to college completely on scholarship, and until March of this year I worked full time on top of taking 18 credit hours. But tl;dr I lost my job in March and was diagnosed with Lupus in May. My recovery period has depleted my savings, leaving me in a spot of trouble.Â
For the longer story, my name is Cheyenne and Iâve been sick since I was 13. In 8th grade, I got strep throat three times in the span of two months and upon the fourth time it ended up developing further into a blood infection. My parents aside from being neglectful and abusive in general, did not believe in going to doctors because their eldest child died as a result of cancer treatments before I was born. As a consequence, I had blood poisoning for over a month and it very nearly killed me.Â
Since that time, my health has always been bad. I developed a mystery neurological condition that caused me to faint every day, on top of dangerous hypotenson, muscle, bone, and nerve damage. Through out high school I missed over a year of it cumulatively because of fainting, tachycardia, and abnormal thyroid activity. Every where I went I got a different diagnosis but I was never checked for autoimmune diseases.Â
When I finally made it to college my health was finally good. I could walk to class, up to 11 miles a day, I worked full time, I took a full schedule. I was happier than I have ever been. I had made it out of the trailer park I grew up in and I was finally in control of my life.Â
But in March everything took a turn. I was fired from my job after being framed for theft (I reported to my superiors that a work issued key of mine had been stolen, and when they checked the safe the key went to, the money inside was missing). Ultimately, they decided I hadnât taken the money but it was my fault for allowing my key to be stolen. Suddenly, I was out of a job I sincerely loved and I had just moved into a new apartment with higher rent. For the first time since moving out I bawled my eyes out.Â
Not even a week later, symptoms aggressively returned. My blood pressure dropped off from a 110/60 average to 80/60 on a good day, my heart was constantly racing and I developed a sharp pain in my calf that gradually grew so  bad I couldnât walk on top of chest pain. Upon going to the doctor they discovered that my right leg had swollen up and they suspected I might have a blood clot.Â
Over the next two months I would end up in the ER 4 times, twice for blood clots, one in my calf, another in my lungs, and twice for abnormal kidney behavior. My body was literally falling apart on me at 19 with no explanation. After a couple dozen blood tests, they discovered my ANA (anti-nuclear-antibody) count was sky high and sent me to see a rheumotologist.Â
In the meantime, I spent a summer sequestered inside, barely finishing my spring semester, my GPA dropping .8 points due to attendance and late work. I couldnât go in the sun or stay on my feet for more than two hours, the fatigue was just too much. My thyroid activity got worse, the pain got worse, the kidneys got worse. I spent a summer plagued with fevers and unexplained pain.Â
Finally, when I could see a doctor in July, my results were inconclusive. I had a family history of lupus, I checked off most of the diagnosis checklist, but my blood work wasnât convincing enough. So, I had to spend another six months waiting for confirmation (which came in November) and it wasnât until August that the flare seemed to pass.Â
Still, uncertain about treatment and relapse, I havenât been able to work, surviving off of carefully budgeted financial aid but in the last month before my second disbursement, Iâve run out of funds.Â
Iâve already been skipping meals and cutting out anything nonessential but Iâm still short on a university hospital bill that I have to pay in order to be issued my scholarship/financial aid disbursement. I have worked so hard every day of my life to pull myself out of the trailer park I was raised in, doing every I can to distance myself from abusive parents but my health has been a constant obstacle. I HATE the idea of relying on others but if I canât raise $120 by the 19th, I donât get the money that pays my tuition.Â
Thereâs not a lot I can offer right now, Iâd be happy to draw or write anything for you, and I read tarot cards. If you send me an ask with your name, Iâll give you a tarot reading as long as you like with either the wild unknown deck or the lumina tarot. Text, skype, email, it doesnât matterâIâll draw as many cards as you like regardless of what you donate.Â
If you canât donate please signal boost this if you can, I hate having to do this but times really are desperate. If youâve even read this as far as you have, thank you so much, truly and sincerely from the bottom of my heart. Click HERE to donate ;__;
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âWhen I was younger, I used to think that I had to choose between being Kai and having you. But I have come to realize that I will live and I can be happy even if I don't have both. Love, after all, does not demand anything in return.
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He has learned that love need not be a raging storm of overflowing passion, desire, and lust. It can be something akin to a lovely drizzle in a lazy Sunday morningâ comforting and calming with the constant pitter-patter of rain.
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I woke up Sunday morning and rolled over to look at Stacy, like I have been doing every morning for so many years and plan to keep doing every morning for the rest of my life. She was reading the news. Sheâs always reading the news when I wake up. I could tell by the huge red font on her laptop screen that something bad had happened, and when she noticed I was awake, she tilted her computer away from me.
âWhat happened?â I asked.
She kissed my forehead and said, âYour fever is back.â
âBut what happened?â I asked again.
She didnât answer right away. She rested her cool hand on my hot cheek. And then she told me 20 people had been killed in a shooting at a gay nightclub in Orlando. Thatâs all she knew, thatâs all anyone knew. 20 dead gay and trans people whoâd been out dancing, celebrating Pride.
Stacy was right that my fever was back. Iâd been fighting a cold for a week and Iâd clearly lost the battle. She kissed me again and got up and got dressed and went out for supplies. She knew what I needed without me having to ask. Sheâs nursed my terrible immune system through plenty of colds and flus and fevers. Lemon-lime Gatorade only. When I woke up again, 50 gay and trans people had been pronounced dead.
Stacy and I spent the majority of our first date at a gay bar in New York City, out until 4:00 a.m. talking about our hopes and dreams and fears and favorite TV. And sports. The Miami Dolphins. Skins, mostly. Naomi and Emily. This new thing called Pretty Little Liars. Weâd been shooed away from a press event by the NYPD and we found ourselves in the back of a cab together, hardly knowing each other, feeling like maybe we should find out more, like maybe this was our one chance. So we went a gay bar to sit in a corner and talk quietly, while people decked out in rainbows and glitter danced around us, all night long. Neither of us are loud places people; neither of us like crowds. Something drew us to that bar that night, though. Something about the safety of being with our brothers and sisters, our people, while this fragile, hopeful, unspoken thing buzzed between between us.
The Orlando narrative was always going to take the form of Islamophobia, as soon as it was clear Omar Mateen wasnât white. It was always going to take the form of hundreds of politicians erasing âLGBTâ from the conversation to exploit our pain. Donald Trump was always going to find a way to congratulate himself for it, to double down on his racism and xenophobia, to appeal to fear to fear to fear, always to fear. (The irony of convincing straight white people theyâre the ones at risk when nearly all the victims of the hate crime were gay and trans Black and Latino people.) It was always going to be a chance for the NRA to claim theyâre the ones under attack.
But we know the truth: The shooting at Pulse happened because religious conservatives all over the world, and especially here in the United States â where this murderer was born and raised â have been scapegoating gay and trans people for decades, twisting the words of their religious texts to claim authority from gods for persecution and oppression. They have denied us our rights to marriage, to fair employment and housing. They have called us pedophiles and deviants, have taken away our children and separated us from our families. They have called for our execution, and recently. You remember Ted Cruzâs pastor who said LGBT people are âpawns of Satanâ and lobbied for our death. That was November, six months ago. They have fought to keep our stories off of TV and out of movies, to have our books banned from libraries, and to boycott the businesses that would dare to treat us with respect.
The shooting at Pulse happened because millions of people have been taught to fear this one thing:
A woman in New York City saw her partner wake up on Sunday morning with a fever, and her instinct in that moment was to shield her partner from horrific news. For three minutes, maybe. Or even just thirty seconds. Not to reach for her partner for comfort. Not to pierce the quiet morning with a howl of rage. A woman in New York City saw her partner wake up on Sunday morning and her impulse was love. Love for another woman. Love.
Stacy brought me my favorite popsicles in order of the way I like to eat them: cherry, then grape, then orange. âTry to at least eat three crackers,â she said.
And thatâs why 50 people died.