“You don’t understand Jiang Cheng lost his parents and was in a war of course he’s sad and flawed! Why does no one understand his pain?”
Literally every other character in MDZS who’s an orphan and went through the same war:

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“You don’t understand Jiang Cheng lost his parents and was in a war of course he’s sad and flawed! Why does no one understand his pain?”
Literally every other character in MDZS who’s an orphan and went through the same war:
it's my birthday. what can i even think about, when i've come so far? years are impossible to summarize, and there's infinite little parts of me that will surely be lost to time forever. this body and brain of mine have lived endlessly and it doesn't feel like i have much to show for it.
another year of nominal "adulthood" for me, and it doesn't fit at all, the amount of responsibilities that i have to face crushes me little by little each day. i don't know what my life will be like in a year, much less a decade, because i still don't know who i am. my sense of self is faltering and my thoughts slip through a sieve no matter how much i try, and i don't think it was always like this.
no doubt i've broken in some way. my passion is barely there, and almost every day i'm longing after Past Me, Past Me who could write and ramble and feel joy in the things she loved. Past Me who got out of bed in five minutes and didn't have to worry about bills or housing or making choices of her own. Past Me who had a guilt complex over failing grades, who was too afraid to paint her nails, who never thought she'd make it past eighteen.
why do i idolize her, try to make myself her, when she'd be starstruck over the simple act of my continued existence? things were so much worse for her then, and although she seemed to possess more strength than i ever will i tell myself that's not true because i still have that strength in making it this far. yet i still miss those days. maybe i never got to grow up in the way i wanted and that's why i give the terrible memories of adolescence - that prison i needed to escape from - so much disproportionate value. maybe i buried it all then and the ramifications are only unearthing themselves now. that sounds about right.
i'm the happiest i've ever been, even if i'm recovering. there might be dreary days and soul crushing nights but the fact that i get to live through them at all, through the eyes of me even if it's only a semblance of me, is invaluable. today i can light my own candles and cut my own cake and make a day out of the trip. time elapsing in itself DOES warrant celebration, after all. i look at myself in the mirror as i see myself change and i smile having this knowledge nestled in my heart.
YOUNG DRACULA (2006-2014) Season 5, Episode 12, "The Darkest Hour - Part 1"
These knit-picky jobs really dgaf so I encourage y'all to use chatgpt to get into well, anywhere.
You know what’s underrated? Ben Affleck’s Batman Voice and Bruce Wayne voice. Like it’s so subtle and most poignantly noticeable in the “Not us United” speech in the batcave and his whole “That son of a bitch brought the war to us” that it could have been edited in post that way but like you really hear how gritty and gravelly his voice gets compared to anytime he’s out there as Bruce Wayne and his voice is just normal.
rewatching gotham why the fuck is there an explosive store??????
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one with the ship."