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ARE YOU AN ATINY?

Reblog if you stan ateez x

Are ateez your destiny?

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Wei wuxian has a full set of brain cells but he only uses like one at a time, sometimes none. Nie huaisang has exactly three brain cells and he makes it work. Jiang cheng sacrificed emotional control and charisma for brain cells and has spent the last few decades discovering all the consequences of that choice one by one

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Teen Wei Ying, admiring Lan Zhan from a distance: He could end my life anytime and I’d thank him

Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng, tired of his oblivious pining: We’d thank him too

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Jiang Cheng consistently gives his 120% but his life is literally a shit storm at all times. His entire clan is decimated before he’s even 20. Mom? Dead. Dad? Dead. Core? Melted. Suddenly he’s in charge of rebuilding his entire home from next to nothing. You know what I was doing when I was twenty? Trying to figure out how to make a quinoa salad and memorizing the kreb cycle for the 85th time. Just when he thought things were looking up, his adopted brother, literally THE guy he needed the most? Randomly fell to demonic cultivation with zero explanation offered. And then before anyone could say Yin Iron, it’s Salem witch hunt on steroids and crack. Like communication was already not these hos’ strong suit but then shit hits the fan in 360 degrees. Sister? Dead. Brother-in-law? Dead. This punk ass baby? Jiang Cheng’s problem now, b/c those Jin assholes obviously can’t be trusted. Like I get it, I get it, Lan Zhan and his bleeding heart and 13 years of Inquiry, I get it. But like holy fuck, Jiang Cheng has had it rough okay? He needs love. In this essay I will -

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SHOOTERS FOR JIANG CHENG

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Petar and I went to get pancakes for his birthday today! A lovely end to a long day 🥰

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this is a fuckin dream

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Okay so I shared a photo of my friend on here and talked about how great he was and ended up sharing his Insta with y'all because so many people asked and y'all ended up getting him to almost 1800 followers in a day 😭 meanwhile I've had my own Insta linked on my blog for like years and I have 2,4K followers, most of which I already had before linking it on here, when I say everyone on here is thirsty I mean it and this is proof 😂

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GUESS WHAT

one-time-i-dreamt

WHAT'S YOUR @

chiluc420

can the admin of the onetimeidreamt blog be my friend pls its for scientific purposes

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Yes 🥰❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

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OMG YAAAY

one-time-i-dreamt

Okay so I shared a photo of my friend on here and talked about how great he was and ended up sharing his Insta with y'all because so many people asked and y'all ended up getting him to almost 1800 followers in a day 😭 meanwhile I've had my own Insta linked on my blog for like years and I have 2,4K followers, most of which I already had before linking it on here, when I say everyone on here is thirsty I mean it and this is proof 😂

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GUESS WHAT

one-time-i-dreamt

WHAT'S YOUR @

chiluc420

can the admin of the onetimeidreamt blog be my friend pls its for scientific purposes

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yutas-puta

johnny: i wasn't ready to debut w/ exo

exo: *awe struck by johnny's beauty while looking at his photo shoot pics* boi, do you mean we weren't ready to debut w/ you?

Johnny: that works lol

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You live with a Vampire. Every Saturday, you give them a cup of your blood, and they cook you a nice meal.

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@biggest-gaudiest-patronuses Please write this.

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(Part 1)

We have dinner on Saturdays.

Arcady always cooks. I’m never certain if it’s out of irony—spending all that time on something they can’t even eat—or if they actually enjoy cooking. I think they like the ritual of it. It might almost be arcane, from a certain point of view. A specific (religious, even) set of instructions, ingredients and chemical changes. Strict instructions for a desired transformation.

And isn’t that what spells are, after all? Instructions you don’t understand, but hope will work any way. Arbitrary rules, which may or may not matter. Either it works or it doesn’t (or something in between) and we have no idea until it’s done with, and there’s nothing we can do.

Well now I’m just being theatrical.

That’s another part of our epicurean ritual—Arcady sitting down to ask me how it tastes. They sit across from me, hands folded on the table, and stare intently, waiting. I think they can guess when I lie—it’s good!—so I’ve started telling the truth. In the beginning they used far, far too much salt. I choked a little, on the first few meals. Asked for too many glasses of water.

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(Part 2)

Across the table, Arcady is talking, recounting things they read this week. Things they learned and researched, thoughts they had. Ways they tried to make sense of the world. I’m eating slowly, savoring the taste. I don’t quite enjoy it, not yet, it’s not familiar enough. It occurs to me that Arcady has never repeated the same dish twice. I wonder how—why—Arcady knows how to cook. They’ve spent most of their life unable to eat, to taste. Perhaps if I’m lucky, they’ll share that story with me one day.

I focus on the spoon in my hand, on the voice across the table. It’s a bit of a treat for me, having them carry the conversation. More often they’re so… self-contained. In the early years of our friendship, I was the one keeping the conversation alive. Babbling even, nervous at being stared down by an unblinking gaze. Twisting in my seat.

And why not? You meet someone many centuries older than anyone has a right to be, you assume they’re going to have answers. You are eager for approval. You assume there is some grand truth they might conceivably share with you, if only you are good enough. If only you are worthy. So of course I was desperate to impress, terrified of disappointing.

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