Listening to Seonghwa's cover isn't enough I need to EAT it
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Listening to Seonghwa's cover isn't enough I need to EAT it
lwj + text posts <3
I drew a Ddeongbyeoli on my phone to celebrate Hwa's birthday 🥰🥰🥰
yiling laozu!wwx was really going thru it ✊😔
Why did we ever standardise spelling..... what would it be like to just,,, slap any old letturs doun,, just feel the spelling in yor soul... wunt tu add an ekstra e sumwere? go fore it, yor not rong, nuthing is wronge,, imbrace inkonsistensies... Shaykespeer's nayme was spelled mor than 27 diffrint weys during his lifetyme, & this was a kommon and aksepted fenomenon,, Imajin all of us, gleeful childrin, and the letters of the alfabette, finger paynts at our dissposal,, we ar free to yooze them however we wish.... unfetterd
the untamed: get ready for 50 EPISODES OF SUFFERING 👏👏
Thinking again about Wei Wuxian growing lotuses in the Burial Mounds... something something there's bravery in being soft something something... it's about the fierce defiance in the face of hardship,, growing life and hope and love in a place of violence and despair,,, having the strength to be gentle in harsh circumstances, to choose that gentleness in spite of it all. Care as an act of rebellion! Creating beauty out of desolation through sheer tenacity (and knowledge about lotus farming). The lotus is already a symbol of rising from adversity, growing from the mud as it does; that symbol is amplified and made even more powerful by the fact that this is the mud of the Burial Mounds, a place of trauma and pain for many thousands of people, Wei Wuxian himself among them. He is looking all that terror and misery in the eye and saying no thank you, we will have light, we will have life and new beginnings and green, growing things.
Not to mention the bittersweetness of its connection to the home and life he has had to leave behind at Lotus Pier – that desperate love and duty which demanded everything of him, such that the price for honouring it is that he can never return to the Lotus Pier that he dreamed of in the past... but he still aches for those possibilities now rendered impossible. And isn't that the Jiang Sect's motto, after all, to attempt the impossible? To know that it is doomed, and to do it anyway?
In summation: wwx my beloved ;-;♡ I need to lie down :')