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This old man still got it! 💪😤

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[Oh, it's raining.

Chancellor, take my coat. / Is BoYue not cold?

Jiang-Mou is a man of comba—

Why is chancellor wearing it like this / huh?]

[啊，下雨了。

丞相，外套借你。/ 伯約不會冷嗎？

姜某一介武—

丞相你這是什麼穿法 / 蛤？］

ZhuGe Liang, canonically wears his hood over his hat.

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Generals, I have an important task.

There's a wasp's nest in my backyard, help me burn it.

Hmm～

ZhuGe Liang, you do it.

Grand commander, what do I do with this?

If you all want to burn it so much, I'll open this. / DON'T DON'T DON'T]

[諸將，吾有一重任。

我家後園有個蜂窩，幫我燒了。

唔～

諸葛亮，你去。

大都督，怎處理？

你們想燒我打開了。/ 別別別別］

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the thing about sun wukong is he’s impossible to have in small doses. you have him in the story in any capacity and suddenly it’s a Sun Wukong Story there’s no way around it

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Liu Bei when everyone tries to dissuade him from attacking Sun Quan out of revenge, 221 AD

whether my ears are big or small, i will ignore u with them.

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ultimately i think the eternal draw of concubine dramas for me is that they all focus on this extremely taxing condition of co-victimhood under a supreme, omnipotent master where nonetheless gradations of power are wielded against each other, creating at all times and for virtually all characters the possibility to be both receiver and perpetrator of abuses. there is a structural impossibility in tracing a marked separation between people that harm and people that are harmed, people that have power and people that don't: everyone lives in a tightly interconnected hive of ritualised relations where numerous hierarchies are harshly defined and enforced but also open to reshuffling. navigating it requires inevitably confronting your condition as both object and subject, both passive and agentive member of the inescapable cycle of subjugations dictated by an unchangeable social order. the coexistence of multiple axes and levels of power is not uncommon in any social context, but concubine dramas are particularly effective in showing complex stratifications that are highly condensed in a closed environment with relatively few participants. it's a pressure cooker of ethical dilemmas over possessing a relation to power that cannot be rejected or evaded but only negotiated and re-negotiated. the refusal (mostly due to historical impossibility) to provide a way out of this conflict is something i deeply appreciate

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ngl lu zhi is psyching me out a little bit because i have this platoic ideal version of her in my mind and it's so perfect im not sure how i can get it down on paper. basically the moment you see her interact with liu bang you'd be like “OH I GET IT NOW” and “you two deserve each other...” (derogatory). you need to fall madly in love with her at first sight. you are afraid to be in the same room as her. after she's introduced, liu bang should feel like a side character in comparison.

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Im kinda obsessed with this guys microexpressions

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by 2026 80% of all tumblr users will be doing rpf

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and that’s how the monkey king joined the scripture seeker (real and true) (100% accurate)

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the authors open fetish that complements the themes of their work

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me whenever characters from old times sign off their letters to friends with shit like "i am forever most sincerely yours"

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okay, everyone got a DILF upgrade. good! GOOD!

absolutely no drinking tonight! be at home by 10 PM, Yide!

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吾乃常山眞定趙家村三巷丙門北角落趙雲趙子龍，我的工作經驗有

[I am Chang Shan Zhen Ding Zhao village third alley third door north corner Zhao Yun Zhao Zi Long, I have work experience in]

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"who said that" is a powerful spell that casts a defensive bubble around your most vulnerable thoughts

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Not a Pen has breached containment.

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Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.

I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.