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Swedish has the delightfully opaque expression “skita I det blå skåpet”, literally “to shit in the blue cabinet”, meaning to badly screw something up.
I submit “and now we all have to live in a blender” as a similarly specific English expression of horror at how badly something has gone.
^^^ I'm using both of these phrases for the rest of my life now.
MDZS x Seven Deadly Sins [x]
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wow funny how white house aides and cabinet members are capable of resigning and speaking against tr*mp now that they're all going to be unemployed in two weeks anyway and have nothing to lose
so very convenient to suddenly develop "morals" after four years just so you can be absolved in the court of public opinion and while he and his family go back to their gaudy penthouse and suffer no consequences other than MAYBE an exile from politics at the most you get to stroll right back into DC with a clean reputation and denounce him as if you weren't standing beside him cheering him on the whole way
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Me, at fictional characters: THIS WOULDN’T BE A PROBLEM IF YOU JUST TALKED ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS
Me, in real life: if i give even the vaguest notion of my feelings to anybody i would die
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me at fictional characters: This miscommunication is RIDICULOUS, those two clearly had like, 10 different moments where they could have talked about it but they didn’t, now this situation is unrealistically overwhelming
me in real life, with anyone: I shouldn’t mention that, right? No need to be precise about that, right? Yeah that should be fine
Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren don’t die. Some things change.
Some things don’t.
~
Lan Xichen had told himself not to worry when he and his brother had been summoned to their uncle’s chambers just as the foreign sect’s children were arrive in Cloud Recesses. Looking at him now, he’s wondering if that was a mistake. Uncle looks moments away from pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off a headache.
“I didn’t tell you earlier because I thought there was a decent chance that he wouldn’t even show up,” he sighs. “But I just received word that he’s passed through the gate. Wei Wuxian is going to be joining the guest disciples.”
It’s unusual for a rogue cultivator to be invited, but not unheard of, especially considering the friendship between Uncle and Cangse Sanren that he’s almost certain actually exists and isn’t just rumors. “Do you foresee a problem? He’s a very accomplished cultivator.”
Despite being Wangji’s age and not being allied with any sect, Wei Wuxian had made quite a name for himself. He learned to cultivate under his parent’s tutelage, had been a guest disciple of the Jiangs, traveled for several years with the famous rogue cultivators Xiao Xingchan and Song Lan, and there were rumors that he’d even somehow snuck up to Baoshan Sanren’s mountain and convinced her take him on as a pupil, although Lan Xichen thought that had to be a just rumor.
While that was all impressive, what truly distinguished him had only happened last year. Yiling had come under near constant attacks from fierce corpses and resentful energy that most cultivators had refused to deal with.
Wei Wuxian had walked into the Burial Mounds, which of course was certain death. Three months later he’s walked out, somehow still alive and only slightly worse for wear and now wearing a flute alongside his sword. He’d gathered his parents, Xiao Xingchen, and Song Lan and they’d erected a barrier of glittering resentful energy around the base of the mountain, containing all the miserable and frightful things that had plagued the area of the Yiling. It harnessed the natural resentful of the energy of the mountain and channeled it through several complicated talismans and arrays.
Copies had been sent to the heads of every sect so to avoid rumors of demonic cultivation, something that reportedly had been Wei Changze’s idea. The arrays were deceptively simply, barely different than what most sects were already using. It’s just that no one had thought to use them quite like that before. Rumors credited everyone but Wei Wuxian, which surely meant he was the one truly responsible.
They called him the Yiling Patriarch and that he was still a teenager hadn’t seemed to matter much to anyone.
“Do you really think he’s here to learn?” Uncle asks, and Lan Xichen has to concede that it’s unlikely. There is little in their cultivation classes that Wei Wuxian would not be able to learn on his own or from his many mentors. “No, that little brat is working on another invention and he wants use of the library without having to go through formal channels. Little hellion. No matter what he pulls or what mischief he starts, you mustn’t get caught up in it, understand?
Even Wangji seemed taken back at Uncle’s vehemence. They hadn’t known that Uncle knew Wei Wuxian personally, but it seems he must, to be this disgruntled. “Disliking Wei Wuxian will not stop us from upholding the Lan practice of courtesy and decorum,” Wangji says.
Uncle stares. Wangji breathes like he wants to shift his weight, but doesn’t. “I never said you’d dislike him.”
Whatever either of them have to say to that is cut off by a loud, boisterous voice outside the door shouting, “UNCLE QIREN!”
Uncle grips the bridge of his nose.
The door slams open and in comes who must be Wei Wuxian, black and white robes with hints of purple along the edge and his hair bound up in purple silk ribbon much finer than anything else he’s wearing. He doesn’t bow or pause, instead crossing the room and throwing his arms around Uncle in a hug.
Lan Xichen wonders if perhaps he hit his head and this all a dream or perhaps a hallucination.
Uncle turns a shade of red he hadn’t previously known him capable of and a vein twitches in his forehead, but he doesn’t push him away. “Wei Wuxian!”
He laughs and steps back, going into a picture perfect, formal bow. “This is from my father,” then he darts forward to yank on Uncle’s beard. Wangji’s eyes have widened in horror. “And that’s from my mother!”
Uncle rubs at his chin and glares. “Who was the hug from then?”
“Me,” Wei Wuxian says shamelessly. “I missed you, Uncle Qiren! We’re going to have so much fun, aren’t we? We should go to Caiyi so I can drink Emperor’s Smile and you can yell at me for being right in ways you don’t like, that always cheers you up.”
Lan Xichen can’t be seeing what he’s seeing. Uncle’s lips are pressed into a firm, tight line, like he does when he’s trying not to smile.
“Hi!” Wei Wuxian says, very loudly and right in front them. “You must be Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji! I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“And us you,” he says, after only a half second’s hesitation.
Wei Wuxian isn’t paying attention to him, instead focused on Wangji. “Aw, don’t look so disapproving, it’s good to keep Uncle Qiren on his toes.” Wangji’s face is in fact almost perfectly neutral. Lan Xichen can’t help but be impressed, since most of the clan elders wouldn’t have been able to pick up on that. His admiration quickly turns to horror when Wei Wuxian reaches out and uses his fingers to push his brother’s lips into a facsimile of a grin. “Don’t be mad, Lan Zhan!”
Lan Xichen has to resist the urge to gape. Using his brother’s given name like that, when they’ve just met! What’s worse is Uncle doesn’t even look surprised, just resigned.
Wangji scowls and he reaches for Wei Wuxian’s wrists, but Wei Wuxian slips away, just out of his reach, still laughing. “You’re going to have to be faster than that to catch me, Lan Zhan!”
He’s then darting out the door, which he hadn’t even closed in the first place, like he actually expects the Second Jade of Lan to go chasing after him.
Wangji takes a stop forward before remembering himself and freezing.
“Wei Wuxian!” Unfamiliar voices are calling the boy’s name. They all step outside to see a crowd of guest disciples grinning and waving.
“A-Cheng!” Wei Wuxian waves back. “A-Sang!”
He runs down the steps toward them, still grinning. “No running!” Uncle barks.
“Okay, Uncle Qiren!” Without skipping a beat, Wei Wuxian tucks his sword into his best and launches himself forward, doing continuous cartwheels down the steps even quicker than he’d been running. The guest disciples are cheering, and even Lan Xichen has to admit that it’s an impressive display of strength and balance.
Technically, there is no rule against cartwheeling in Cloud Recesses.
Uncle sighs. “The problem,” he says mournfully, “is that if I make a rule just for him, he and his mother will be far too pleased with themselves, and then he’ll just put even more effort into not breaking the rules in ways that make me add more rules.”
Lan Xichen notices how Wangji hasn’t taken his eyes off Wei Wuxian and thinks that perhaps they have bigger problems, actually.
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I recommend constructing a detailed image of who you want to be and how you want your life to be, down to all the details (love-life, work, money, your home, day to day life, etc). Flesh it out fully and let your heart and desires govern the whole thing, don’t hold back at all, create your ideal life. And everyday think about it - and feel it. Feel it as if your life is already that way. And make all your decisions according to its ultimate fulfillment. Get in touch with your values, what’s really important to you, and let them guide you.
its always Wild to me when people make wei wuxian a chill 'do whatever you want here's some alcohol' adult when he is, canonically, the more "uptight" parent
like they're both definitely not overbearing or Strict parents and wei wuxian is still very much a Cool Fun Dad but lan wangjis parenting philosophy is "I grew up repressed and restricted and sheltered so I will make sure I do not give my child the same fate" while wei wuxians parenting philosophy is "I did whatever I wanted when I was younger and I DIED (died a yuan, Died)" which to me is Infinitely more entertaining than wei wuxian convincing his son to get drunk with him and lan wangji scolding them about it
we get little sneak peaks of this before he's even an adult.. HOW can you see wei wuxian be all "I'm not telling you how we're going to get your core back until you've finished your meal >:|" to jiang cheng and then think this man would be the one letting sizhui do whatever he wants
and this is not only funny because wei wuxians parenting style is so different from lan wangjis and the way he Himself acted as a teenager, we also must think about the fact that him and jiang cheng have almost the Exact same Parent Instincts and this terrifies them deeply. wei wuxian is a much more.... tender and traditionally affectionate and less,, shouty parent of course but oh the sheer comedic power of the fact that wei wuxians, "do you see that pit? no matter how old you become I will still plant you into that pit! understand?" and jiang chengs, "you think I can't grab you now? even when you're 30 years old, I will still grab you!" are, essentially, the same sentiment and I can Promise you that at least one (1) time both of them have shouted the exact same thing at their respective children at the exact same time and then turned to look at each other in utter horror
In this house, we don’t say “sorry”. We say, “have you eaten yet?” We say, “here, I brought you an orange; a mango; a bowl of lychees”.
Instead of, “I forgive you, I know you meant well,” we accept the fruit with soft eyes; compliment its sweetness, exclaim - “you always pick the best watermelon – how do you just know?” As though there really existed a secret knock you could rat against a rind; to hear its hollowness; to determine the composition of a perfect cantaloupe.
But, when the fruit is gone, or the treason too irresolvable, we apologise for each other: “you know he didn’t mean it.” Then, it is the flitting of remorseful eyes at the dinner table, from the guilty party, which provides non-verbal confirmation of the fact.
The walls of our pride are built so stubbornly high, sometimes I think it would take a homicide to climb them.
In this house, love is subtle. That does not mean it is ever absent. From a young age, I learn to read between the lines. On balance, I think that is a good thing.
Now I know that not everybody communicates in the same way.
I know that sometimes, love sounds like “I am proud of you”; like “I trust you to know what is right”; that it feels like a space to grow; a sandbox to practice falling over in. Other times, it sounds like chemistry lessons at the dining table; like giving up cigarettes; like a drive to the airport at 3am; or working, some nights, until dawn - to pay for your education, then getting up the following morning to make a packed lunch.
Sometimes love does not sound like “sorry” or “I love you”, when those things are too difficult to say.
Sometimes love is just silence and soft eyes.
Sometimes love is a bowl of fruit.
Sue Zhao // Bowl of Fruit
made to love, yellow by you.
And now one of the people who guards the football has tested positive. Great.
Just remembered not everyone knows what the football is. It’s the briefcase with the nuclear launch codes in it.
The football is passed between five people, one from each of the five branches of the armed forces. At least one of them is within run and tackle distance of the president at all times from what I understand. The guy who tested positive is the one from the coast guard.
roman i cannot tell if you are being serious because we live in a hell-country where this is entirely plausible
Everyone who sees this, I want you to google “nuclear football” right now.
Jesus fucking Christ
im sorry did i just read on google that the usa president is authorized to launch a fucking nuclear bomb at any moment for any reason
Yes? Before today I thought everyone knew at least this part lol. Since like the 1950s the leaders of the then USSR now Russia and the USA have had the ability to launch a nuclear strike at any time. The leader of China and the other nuclear states probably do too. I don’t think other countries have an equivalent to the football? Or if they do then I haven’t heard of it.
This is a also huge part of the reason people want to get Drumpf out of office so badly. Yes there’s the literally everything else but he’s also the one in charge of the big red button right now. Commander-in-chief of the armed forces I’ll remind you. That’s another reason why perceived temperament is really important for a lot of people when choosing the president. We don’t just have to think about this person’s policies. We have to think about whether or not we trust them with the football. The proverbial big red button. The key to ending life as we know it.
Remember that when picking presidents for the rest of your lives, everyone.
What the actual shit. I thought the big red button was just a wacky plot device in tv.
Did people actually think this was fake? MAD is still a guiding philosophy of international relations. We got dangerously close to nuclear war with North Korea in 2017 by the way I dunno if you remember that. A former Trump official said that for days he thought it was going to happen for sure and he spent a bunch of time every day for over a week praying in the national cathedral. This stuff is real.
[Picture ID Start: a screenshot of a google page. The search bar says “nuclear football” and the first result is from Wikipedia that reads, “The nuclear football is a briefcase, the contents of which are to be used by the President of the United States to authorize a nuclear attack while away from fixed command centers, such as the White House Situation Room. It functions as a mobile hub in the strategic defense of the United States.” End ID]
countdown to xiao zhan’s birthday (d-day):
happy xiao zhan day with xz’s smile
insp: x, x
The Untamed as text posts (25/?) perks of hiding your son’s real identity
based on this
This made me giggle hard 😂😂😂
u know ur fucked when u skip every song
I wanna listen to music but if I hear a sound right now I WILL die
