#ABUSE is not a love language
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who up hating pop psychology
#mbti#aspd#npd#bpd#pop psych#trauma#dark empath#myth of 25#love language#male brain#female brain#myers briggs#borderline#narc#narc abuse#narcissism#sociopathy#sociopath#borderline abuse#pop psychology#psychology
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Here's my controversial opinion; if you're trying to write Bruce as a non-abusive, good parent, you should also write him respecting his kids' privacy, boundaries, and not stalking&surveying them.
#my dc posting#dc#batfamily#batman#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#looking thru ur kids phone tracking them giving them no privacy etc etc is deeply damaging#but yall aint ready for the ''stalking is their love language' is super toxic' conversation </3#also can we retire the JL being completely chill about it. 'batman just knows things' not being bothered their secret identities were found#out etc can we. stop coddling the batfam#i just need someone anytime to please just call them out like 'hey dont fucking surveil me' like that is actually extremely unethical#and its frankly not hard to write a batman who doesnt invade his kids privacy n boundaries etc#controversially when reading fic where theyre supposed to be healthy n getting along i want to actually feel like its deserved n good for t#hem#instead of sitting there going 'woo thats toxic' 'oh that even worse' 'why are we passing over all that'. like i dont wanna be thinkin they#should go no-contact when its supposed to be fuffy n good :(#like if you can write away the hitting n other abuse why is this the one thing that just must always stay#like genuinely it aint hard to write a parent not stalking their children. actually maybe i should remind you all that stalking is not good#or funny#like i feel like w all the joking some of us are actually forgetting its not good. ever. like absolutely never dont stalk ppl#eh idk. this is why i cant stay in any one fandom too long bc i start developing Opinions which inevitably make me hostile to like#90% of the fandom's content 😔
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Headcanon that whenever Rosie finishes “cleaning” a kill, she’ll save the extra blood and bones and give them to Carmilla to use in her workshops.
Carmilla uses the blood to forge bone steel and carves the bones themselves into various decorative patterns to use as pieces for her weapons (the hilt of a dagger or a sword, the stock of a rifle, the handle of a whip, etc.). Since Rosie won’t let her pay for the parts (“Please, darling, it’s no trouble. They would’ve just gone straight to the bin if ya didn’t take them!”), she uses the smaller bones to make little pieces of jewelry to give her in return. Rosie’s absolute favorite is a pair of little skull earrings with tiny diamond eyes, all made of made of the bones and compressed ashes of an asshole who hit his children. She’s eagerly waiting for the guy to regenerate, because Carmilla promised to make her a full matching set if she brought his bones to her again.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel headcanon#hazbin hotel carmilla#carmilla carmine#hazbin hotel rosie#little bit of#carmilla x rosie#bloominggun#lesbian love language is giving your cannibal girlfriend jewelry made with the bones of her enemies#this ship is growing on me#tw: mention of child abuse#carmilla carmine does not fuck with child abusers#(she does fuck a cannibal sometimes tho-)#tw: cannibalism
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I truly hope that the younger generation isn't being told that when they are being teased or bullied it's because their tormenter secretly likes them.
Somebody liking you doesn't mean they should smack you, pull your hair, tease you, berate you, call you names, make fun of your appearance, make fun of your cultural background or immigration status, or anything else. When you talk about these things, you deserve to be taken seriously. Being written off is a dangerous thing, especially if you are being bullied.
Bullying is not love or admiration.
#bullying#bullying tw#adults stop normalizing 'abuse as a love language' challenge (impossible?!)#man if i had a kid who was told not to report bullying because their bully was secretly in love with them. i would be going to jail istg.#because that shit is so fucking dangerous. like fucking legit dangerous.#i wonder sometimes if those small seeds planted in people's minds make them feel like to be loved is to be shown pure hatred#because to be loved is to prove that you can manage through abuse or torment out the other end without walking away
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#emotional abuse#unhealthy obsession#healthy relationships#relationship#love#romantic#love language#female separatism#radblr#radfeminism#radical feminist theory#radical feminists please interact#radical feminists do interact#radical feminist safe#radical feminists do touch#radical feminist community#radical feminists please touch
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Seventh Seraph Officer's Revolver :: Damien-14
Damien's treasured hand cannon, dragged all the way from his days of the flesh working (voluntarily) as a security man at Braytech Exoscience. This thing's ruined a lot of people's lives, but it was hard earned, and a relic of some bad decisions he won't quite let go of.
The Bouquet is not a pleasant one:
Narcissus - Egotism
Marigolds - death, pain of loss & remembrance
Anemone - Abandonment & the forsaken
Scabiosa - "I have lost all"
#destiny 2#destiny#destiny the game#makodraws#destiny weapon#weapon portrait#flower language#my oc#damien-14#I love doing these gun portraits with the flowers so damn much ya'll#very likely there'll be more#Hey so Damien's nicer than he wants you to believe#nowadays anyway#trauma and some hard lessons and a lot of abuse will sometimes beat the asshole out of an asshole let's just say that#ya'll know me I put them in the jar and shake REAL hard
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misinfo is still bad when it's used for "good" btw like you can't just say shit. you can't just say shit!!!!!!!
#i am once again looking for a source on gary chapman making it all up to coerce his wife. like yes he sucks but why are we focusing on this#did someone just say it? and now everyone is parroting it??#like the fact that he was telling women to sleep with their abusive husbands because of the bible and also duty is BAD ENOUGH.#the fact that he's a horrible bigot is BAAAAD ENOUGH!!!!#the fact that its just shit he made up and studies dont even show that its good for relationships!!!#like i dont think we need to make shit up. idk it irks me#AND IF ITS TRUE PLEASE CAN SOMEONE POINT ME TOWARDS IT!!!!!!! MAN.#im sick of love languages im halfway through the book and it's. bad.
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For the love of god sans give her another shirt (writing under the cut)
Prev - Next - First
Sans was woken from his sleep by a faint tune straining it's way through the floorboards and the soft clatter of something metal. Having a room directly above the kitchen when he had such an enthusiastic brother was the absolute pits sometimes, he thought as he rolled over on his mattress. Blearily, his eyesockets flickered open to regard his room, pupils sliding along until they landed on the blue jacket he'd left on the floor.
"huh. that's not supposed to be there." He thought to himself, eyesockets shutting again for a long moment before he registered the brown-red stain on the fabric. He sat up as the memories snapped back into his skull, the movement disturbing the little white dog sleeping on the end of the mattress. "oh. sorry, pup. at least one of us should get some more sleep."
He scratched at his backside as he stood, pawing sleepily for the hoodie that he'd left on his chair and tugging it on while he walked, opening the door to his room.
Oh.
"Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather...Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme...And gather it all in a bunch of heather...Then, she'll be a true love of mine..."
That wasn't Papyrus. The unfamiliar song wavered softly through the air as he padded to the landing at the top of the stairs, feet silent. The couch was empty...again. Hell, what was it going to take for that stubborn human to just rest? Did he need to tie her to a bed or something?
huh, actually, scratch that. bad idea.
A little flustered and more than a little frustrated, he descended the stairs. There was a good smell in the air, buttery and rich.
"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?" Angel was trying to be quiet, but seemed to be in something of a good mood. Her voice grew louder as he moved closer. "Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme..."
Sans peeked through the entrance to the kitchen, halting for just a moment to watch. She had one hand in her jean pocket, his borrowed shirt baggy on her torso as she did something at the stove. The blood was still visible, dried now and likely staining the shirt forever. Damn. On the counter next to the stove was a plate piled with what he recognized to be pancakes. They were a darker brown than what he usually saw, but not because they were burnt? He didn't know what she'd done to do that. He stepped forward.
"Remember me to one who lives there..." Angel swayed a little, unaware of the skeleton currently standing just behind her. "She once was a true love of mine."
A heavy hand fell onto her shoulder, making her shriek and nearly jump out of her skin.
"hey there pal. just wanted to remind ya that it's past your bread time."
"SANS!" The human would've been yelling if it weren't for the fact that he'd stolen all of the air from her body. Her hand was clutching her chest. "What the fuck??"
"if you're not vegged out on the couch in the next 2 seconds, i'm gonna go wake up papyrus and let him lecture you."
The human pouted at him and gestured to her current activity, distractedly flipping a pancake.
"Okay, okay...but I'm almost done! Can't I—"
"nope."
"But—"
"no butts in the kitchen. that's unsanitary. what kinda cook are you, anyways?"
Angel deflated a little in disappointment, only for a thought to spark a sudden smile. She turned and grabbed a plate from the counter, then shoved it into his hands. There was a stack of three pancakes, still warm.
"Alright. But here—I already made your portion. And Papyrus's too. I'll just, uh..."
She made a motion like she wasn't sure where to walk, then shut off the stove and flipped the last pancake into the platter on the counter. Sans watched silently as she trudged to the couch and threw herself down on the green fabric like it had personally offended her, but her gaze quickly returned to the kitchen. In her face he could see that she wanted his reaction to her cooking; the eagerness bringing an amused thought of humans being related to dogs and melting his frustration.
Well. Far be it from him to say no to free grub.
He grabbed one—not bothering with a fork—and took a bite. It was warm, thin and crispy with a strong cinnamon taste that wasn't... unpleasant. In fact, it was quite good. He hadn't had anything she'd made before.
"...what's in this?"
"Oh! Well, my mom used to make us cinnamon pancakes when I was a kid. Wanna know the secret?"
"oh yeah? what's that?"
"Cinnamon."
"huh. who'da thunk?"
A pause.
"Is it good enough for me to finish—"
"not a chance."
"Damn it. You can't keep me trapped here, bone boy! I gotta be free!"
"i guess you're right. i mean, it IS a free country, after all. go ahead."
Angel looked at him for a long moment, suspicious of his sudden change in attitude. Slowly, she stood and walked over to the front door, still a little convinced he was going to make her go back to the couch. He watched her go, still chewing his way through his food.
"Okay. I'm leaving. Waaalkin' through the door. Yup."
"see ya."
She opened the door and stepped through, shutting it behind her.
Angel stepped into the house.
"back so soon? i thought you were free."
Confusion bloomed in her face. She looked back at the door and then at Sans.
"Uh. Yeah. Lemme just—"
She tried again.
The door shut behind her as her feet landed on carpet.
"you must really like us if you're not even trying to leave."
She didn't even dignify that with a response. After about 15 tries where she just kept walking back in, she slammed the door shut and properly gave up, huffing her way over to the couch and pulling the blanket over her head.
"well, looks like ya made the right choice after all. hurrah."
His voice sounded right next to the couch, making her peek out from the blankets to find a plate of pancakes being offered by the skeleton. Fresh, judging by the steam rolling slowly off them. Her stomach growled.
"here ya go. shortstack for a shortstack."
"...Thanks."
His left eyelid slid shut in a wink.
"bone appetit, kid."
The pun was enough to make her smile, bringing a foreign warm satisfaction to his ribcage. He chalked it up to getting a proper breakfast after all that nonsense yesterday.
Yeah, definitely that.
#art#my art#digital art#doodle#undertale#sans undertale#sans#ts underswap#ts underswap sans#ts underswap au#Crossbones and Starstruck#something something food as a love language#angel is gonna be so annoying about trying to help out#sans abusing his breaking of the laws of spacetime to make her stay in bed is personally so damn funny to me.#also yeah the shirt is too big for her. they needed something for her to wear after her supersuit was ruined#it'll get fixed#this is an excuse for me to draw her wearing sans's clothes 😏
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What’s my love language? Glad you asked, my love language is biting. But it’s cool that yours is acts of quality affirmation or whatever from some book by a homophobic pastor.
#periodic reminder that the book which originated the concept of 5 love languages was written by a Baptist pastor and is very misogynistic#and since he doesn’t believe in divorce it also encourages women in abusive relationships to stay in them#also there’s 0 scientific backing; he made up the whole concept based on his experience as a marriage counselor for couples in his church#and has no credentials as a therapist or psychologist; his doctorate is in religious education#chomp
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Tyrion's Seasons of Love
I’ve been wondering if Tyrion’s arc in the novels can be seen as following the progression of the song that Tysha used to sing to him, The Seasons of My Love.
I loved a maid as fair as summer with sunlight in her hair I loved a maid as red as autumn with sunset in her hair I loved a maid as white as winter with moonglow in her hair
The song begins in the summer and summer is also where we first meet Tyrion. In the summer section of the novels, Tyrion is facing the outcome of his spring dreams being crushed- his past naïveté and hopefulness is examined under the harsh light of day. Because of Tywin's brutal abuse, Tyrion believes that the only way he can have love or friendship is through purchasing it with gold, as he does with Shae and Bronn. He also no longer dreams of dragons, as he tells Jon on the way to the wall. Yet it is still summer, and he is still somewhat optimistic in spite of himself. There is warmth in his relationship with Bronn and he falls in love with Shae in spite of himself. He also believes he is coming into his own as Hand of the King, using his unique talents to accomplish great things for his family.
Then the sun sets dramatically and Tyrion finds himself in a dark place. He is abandoned after the battle of the Blackwater and all his contributions to save the city are forgotten or attributed to others. He loses his nose and his position as Hand of the King. He survives an assassination attempt by Cersei, is forced to marry Sansa Stark, and finally is put on trial for a murder he did not commit. During the trial, Shae betrays and humiliates him (though she didn't really have a choice) and his father was ready to either execute him or exile him to the wall. Though his brother Jaime helps him escape, he also reveals the truth about Tysha.
After all he has recently been through coupled with a lifetime of abuse and trauma and Jaime's revelation, Tyrion murders both Tywin and Shae. Later, after escaping, he buys a sexual slave in Volantis called the Sunset Girl. She is called the Sunset Girl because she is believed to be from “The Sunset Kingdom,” (Westeros) though as it turns out she does not speak the common tongue. She also could be called the “Sunset Girl” because of her curly red hair. The Sunset Girl is very aptly named because she is a symbolic culmination of the sunset portion of Tyrion's arc. Tyrion knows that she is a sex slave and cannot refuse him, but he buys her anyway. It is deeply, deeply disturbing. He has tragically become "the monster" everyone thought he was. He is a rapist. He is a murderer. He is a villain. The end.
Except if Tyrion’s arc is following the song, it is not the end. It is only autumn. It is only sunset. It is only half way through the song.
Winter is still coming for Tyrion and for all the characters. And, there is still the possibility of "a dream of spring" for Tyrion. GRRM doesn't write easy characters and he doesn't write easy wins. He complicates the catharsis of Tyrion killing his lifelong abuser, Tywin, with the murder of Shae and the rape of the Sunset Girl. It is through these acts that the Tyrion we knew, who once defended and protected sex workers and who refused to rape Sansa (as his father instructed him to do) symbolically dies. As he says himself:
There are worse ways to die than drowning. And if truth be told, he had perished long ago, back in King’s Landing. It was only his revenant who remained, the small vengeful ghost who throttled Shae and put a crossbow bolt through the great Lord Tywin’s bowels. No man would mourn the thing that he’d become. (ADWD, Tyrion V)
But, the dead are rising in these novels. Tyrion is rising out of his own long night already the way he cares for and protects Penny, which is reminiscent of Theon Greyjoy's protection of Jeyne Poole. There’s evidence that he will also join forces with Daenerys and her crusade to end slavery. He will see the dragons that he use to dream about as a boy. The spring verse of The Seasons of My Love has not been revealed in the novels. Can this be seen as hopeful? Unlike a straight tragedy, Tyrion's future is not yet written. Just like Jaime's page in the white book: He could write whatever he chose, henceforth. (ASOS, Jaime IX.)
Tyrion's arc mirroring The Seasons of My Love song makes sense, because in spite of the tragedy of his life and the bitterness of his story, he may yet claw his way toward a hopeful ending. After all:
He had been born in the dead of winter, a terrible cruel one that the maesters said had lasted near three years, but Tyrion's earliest memories were of spring. (AGOT, Tyrion III)
The spring verse is likely the first verse of the song. Yet, it's reveal will be the last, ending the books with a beginning.
#tyrionseasons#tyrion lannister#the seasons of my love#asoiaf#asoiaf meta#a song of ice and fire#canontyrion#cw#tw rape#tw abuse#cw ableism#cw ableist language
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good old fashioned 20th century flirting.
#the 6th love language: physical abuse and murder.#kill each other!!!#twbb#there will be blood#daniel plainview#eli sunday#paul dano#my edit#filmedit
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TW: Implied Abuse, Strong Language
Caretaker couldn’t find Whumpee anywhere. They'd been searching the seedy part of the city— this is where they lived?— all night after they had stormed out after an argument, and still nothing. Caretaker didn't like this place, all grimy and full of faces that smiled with too many fangs to be human. The bars clamored with the worst type of clientele, and though their coat did little to protect from the cold, and the warmth enticed them, they ignored it.
They heard some murmuring from a small crowd, and their stomach turned to lead. They pawed their way through the crowd, glaring up at the jostling gossipers. They parted through the sea of people, finally able to see.
Whumpee laid there, still dressed in the less-than-winter-appropriate outfit from earlier, blood matted into their hair, skin all scraped up and bruised. One of their eyes appeared swollen shut, blood dripping from their split lip as they trembled in their unconscious state.
Caretaker shoved the people around them back. "Get the fuck out of here! Don't you have places to be?!"
The crowd grumbled but dispersed upon seeing Caretaker's gun. They crouched before Whumpee, cautious not to touch them. They didn’t want to scare them, instead letting Whumpee see their hands.
"Whumpee?"
They let out what sounded like a whimper, eyelids fluttering but never fully opening. Caretaker had a million questions, but sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose. They already knew have the answers, and besides, they weren't going to get much out of them like this anyway.
Caretaker stood up, shrugging off their coat, thankful for the thick top they had on underneath. They laid it over Whumpee, holding back a cry at how small they looked like that. They weren't supposed to be small.
"Whumpee, I'm going to pick you up now. I'm going to bring you home, alright?"
Their face scrunched up, voice too hoarse. "Whumper... No, please..."
Caretaker knelt back down, eyes burning as Whumpee's arm flailed, not hitting anything, just revealing more bruises and cigarette burns.
"I'm here now, Whumpee. Whumper won't hurt you while I'm here. I'm right here."
They gingerly scooped Whumpee up into their arms, wincing at how hollow they felt, like a strong breeze would blow them away. Whumpee's face nestled into Caretaker's shoulder, and as Caretaker carried them back home— their real home— they let that act as the smallest insurance that they might be okay.
#whump prompt#whumpee#tw: trauma#caretaker#tw: angst#whumper#tw: crying#tw: guilt#tw: abuse#tw: blood#tw: bruises#tw: injury#tw: hypothermia#tw: missing#tw: strong language#tw: violence#tw: self destruction#definitely not based on a new ship I love#nope definitely not
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YOU’RE RIGHT, AMAZON
THIS “I FORGIVE YOU” AFTER BEING KISSED BY THE LOVE OF HIS IMMORTAL LIFE QUALIFIES AS VIOLENCE AND FOUL LANGUAGE
#good omens#good omens s2#good omens season 2#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#very effable husbands right now#rude#kiss him back you fool#don't go spitting I forgive yous when you mean I love you#amazon has you figured out and won't stand for this abuse either#go do the apology dance#crowley doesn't need it you're already forgiven you idiot but we need it#run after him like in those corny movies#the warning literally disappears just after he says it#AMAZON KNOWS HOW ATROCIOUSLY FOUL LANGUAGE THAT WAS
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( Previously, from @askthepaldeanpassenger )
Prince: “Evolving is actually really important with my family. It's almost, like, expected that you'll evolve one day. The sooner the better, too.” Maria: “It is... a complicated situation. The expectation is always present, but all of the cousins admire the older family members. They want to evolve and be like those in the generations before them, but... There is not really a choice being made in the matter.” Prince: “What about you, though? How did you come to evolve? Were you as cute as *me* before? Heehee!”
Finding the joy has quickly vanished from her face, Charade casts a gaze at Maria, giving the Umbreon a deliberate, knowing stare. She musters up a sad smile before turning her attention back on Prince, gently giving him a fond ruffle on the head.
Charade: “Your family is very important to you, isn't it? Here's a little story about me. When I was a kitten, my... family... was important to me, too. They wanted me to evolve so I could be a strong battler when I grew up. And I thought that's what I wanted! I thought I wanted to evolve and make the family proud.”
Charade: “Here's the thing: your family shouldn't make you feel pressured into doing what they want you to do. In my case, not evolving would have been... unacceptable. They were a terrible family for a lot of reasons, but that was one of them!”
Charade's expression turns to disgust, briefly enough that it was possible for Prince to miss it as just as quickly, a cunning smile appears beneath the Meowscarada's mask. As she speaks, her eyes flicker over to Maria several times.
Charade: “I did feel some regrets when I was a Floragato. But when I evolved into Meowscarada, it was because I wanted to. I haven't regretted my evolution at all since then! And, I found a family that loves me for who I am. Remember that, Prince! You're allowed to decide who your family really is.”
#(( her smile and optimism: gone ))#(( this ended up being slightly more plot heavy than intended ))#(( but i let this response sit for long enough LOL ))#(( i LOVE PRINCE SO MUCH AEEGHGHG ))#charade meowscarada#prince sprigatito#maria umbreon#replies#long post#ic#cw eye strain#cw verbal abuse#cw language#ScaredyCat
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just found out about the hdg and I definitely don't vibe with it. It almost captures my interest but the hard stance opposition towards exploring the implications that come with a self designated benevolent empire that can solve the inherent problems that come from cultures who are supposedly inferior in some way by nature really like, both rubs me the wrong way and feels like a disservice to the setting itself.
idk just looking at every empire in history it's like, that's literally what they all say and how they justify colonizing others. It's kinda really fucking hard to just take at face value. If imperialist colonizers who just happen to be legimately nicies to the people they colonize is like, ur thing then absolutely jack off to it I'm not here to judge that, just like, own that I guess? But if your argument for them is just that narratively speaking it's just true then my interest in your setting, horny or otherwise just does not exist.
The contradiction of the setting also bothers me, 25-45% of any given species will be domesticated on average but the space between that and rebellion just doesn't seem to be accounted for in the wiki, what is the life of someone not opposed to the empire but also who doesn't volunteer for domestication? How much of their own cultures are retained within the empire? It really seems like the only option for any autonomy in the setting is rebellion but that's also only ever seen as a bad thing.
I just get caught on the whole "affini are imperial" and "affini are benevolent" thing in the axioms section of the hdg wiki. My mixed race ass cannot really look at an invading empire calling itself the good guys without my own personal baggage about it weighing in, ya'feel?
#besides all that I'm also just too anarchist to really get the appeal of an absolute authority who's totally always right about all things#who will strip you of your autonomy for your own good#also too much a victim if abuse over disabilities by people saying the same shit and how much their love was conditional on me playing alon#again i dont rly care if ur into the setting or write for it or whatever I just need to get the thoughts out of my head#I'm also bothered by the ''don't write in the setting unless you follow all these rules'' while using fanfic language throughout the wiki#some fics will not be canon complient in regards to any and every work and that's fine#but that's a whole other rant lmao#please do not start drama or discourse with me about this especially if it's regarding the parts I'm getting personal about#grew up with an adoptive mother telling her mixed kid of vietnamese descent that the vietnam war was a good thing#and that in spite of imperialism it was for the better that america went in#we don't even live in the USA lmao
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the casual way cql/mdzs fans will post like absolutely objectively incorrect takes is sooo annoying too like 'haha it's soooo funny how [literally something that has zero support from the text and is just something op thinks would be funny if it was actually a thing]' like obvi it's a thing in every fandom space but it's so obnoxious to me when it's something EYE like
#not even getting into how rude and disrespectful white fans were posting about how ~funny~ the names are like have some fucking respect#you obviously don't understand the cultural or linguistic significance of any of these characters names of titles...#anyway this post was inspired by someone who once laughingly said that wwx would love jc's torture dungeon. like bitch where#the character with canonically extremely high moral principles would LOVE and be a fan of the torture dungeon of the guy who tortured him???#who set up shop in the childhood home he was abused?#like yeah wwx wanted like. xy to face justice#and he did torment and murder wc#but that's not the same as kidnapping and torturing random alleged demonic cultivators....#anyway the bitch idiots laughing bc they think calling wwx wei ying is calling him a literal baby and thats somehow a stupid name....#the ppl laughing at lxc's title....the ppl thay have wwx mock the name of lwj's guqin...fuck you. stick the english only media#if learning about other languages is so impossibly hard for you#cor.txt
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