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pink-sheep-obey-me · 2 days ago
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True suffering is realizing that my friend never finished the svsss extras and never got to Shen Jiu's chapter so she doesn't know all his lore and based majority of it off of what she knew of from the previous novels and spoilers and now I CANT EVEN ARGUE PEOPERLY BC IF I NEVER FINISHED THE EXTRAS I WOULDNT LIKE HIM EITHER! IM NOT EVEN SURE IF I LIKE HIM NOW! His character is so complex, complicated, and sad. She thought he was a predator. SHEN JIU???? A PREDATOR???? NEVER IN MY LIFE!!!!! The man who's afraid of men. The greatest misandrist of them all. The most misunderstood, convoluted, horrible yet endearing at the same time, went through a shit ton of trauma but continued the trauma cycle instead of breaking out, my dear Shen Jiu, they could never make me form a proper opinion on you 🙃.
(She made me think I was tripping for a second when I said he was the greatest women defender of all time, bc she responded incredulous and asked if maybe I was confusing his character with fanfiction-)
(Shes gonna read this and think I'm being over dramatic
This was my argument:
"Wait I still wanna clear things up about Shen Jiu even if you hate him
1- He never liked children, like EVER, he just hated everyone but women
2-he had a LOT of respect for women, especially those that worked within the brothel since he knew how hard it could be, he goes there to be comforted by his Shijie's since its the one place he feels safe and he uses it to gather info
3- he never killed Liu Qingge everyone just assumed he did and he didn't fight back since he thought there was no way they would belive him
4- he has major league trust issues, he never tries to stop any of the rumors about him since he thinks no one would listen to him bc the one person he trusted (yqy) left him
5-Yqy never got the chance to tell him why he didn't come back so Shen Jiu just assumes he abandoned him
6-him and Yqy were confirmed soulmates that could never get together 😑
7- He hated Luo Binghe because he has everything he didn't, a mother, a good foundation, potential and all that, what really did it is Qiu Jiunluo's nickname, A-Luo. What did Ning Yingying call Binghe? A-Luo. Keep in mind Qiu Jiuluo was Shen Jiu's sexual and physical abuser, so Shen Jiu got MAJOR ptsd, which does not excuse his actions mind you but it makes him more like reasonable??? Yk what I mean"
"Bc he DID continue the cycle of abuse but when you know what he went through its easier to sympathize, the thing about him is HE doesn't consider it abuse, since the worst part of abuse for him was the sexual part, so he feels like he's not truely punishing Binghe as long as he doesn't do that"
Ignore how incoherent it is. Some of it was said in the heat of the moment so don't be surprised by typos or anything. This is not important but it matters to me... a LOT. Also I do apologize if some information is false, as I said some things were said in the heat of the moments and I can get confused between fiction and different versions of that piece of fiction, especially when I'm in an argument and I'm typing in rapid fire bursts 🙏🏻.
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theartlockerlocked · 8 months ago
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singersnactors · 8 months ago
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Avril Lavigne returned to the location where she shot her debut album cover “Let Go”, the year of its 20th anniversary.
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ky-landfill · 1 year ago
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Just listen to me. I’m on your side here, Jason.
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tasavvur-ki-duniya · 2 years ago
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loving your mom is like
I love you and I hope I never lose you, please stop talking to me I can't handle it anymore, I don't know how to go on without your support, why won't you just listen to me for once?, oh god I miss you and how do people do it without their moms?, please l just want you to be proud of me, I want to stay at home and pretend I'm still five, you're giving me bone nausea every time you get silently pissed off I need to leave right NOW, I can't imagine when I won't need you in my life, just let me relax for two seconds, please mom, hold my hand and acknowledge my pain without feeling like it's your fault even if some of it is.
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deutschrapfinest · 4 months ago
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Mir geht's seit Wochen nicht mehr gut, doch solange du okay bist, ist's in Ordnung.
Complicated - DONDON & Rrotzer
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mollywog · 29 days ago
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Hi!
I can't stop thinking about this scenario i'm your complicated universe:
Burdock is now showing off his granddaughter.
Thank you for letting me know: I’m so tickled!! It inspired me to write a small addition.
For context, Complicated is an in-Panem AU where Mr. Everdeen lives and this would have happened anyway happens much sooner.
Shout out to all who suggested names for the Toastbaby girl for this universe!
Haymitch first saw the girl at the Hob when she was just a baby. Burdock was so proud of her, toting her everywhere. Katniss soon outgrew his arms, trailing behind him with her own scrawny squirrels on her belt, until she was striding beside him with just as much to show as her old man.
They’d never mended the old wound, he and Burdock, but he still paid particular attention to the Everdeens. That way, if Lenore Dove’s ghost ever came to him, he’d be able to tell her of her kin— at least that’s what he told himself.
And recently there’d been a new branch added to the family tree.
Haymitch had watched the girl— Katniss, over the last several months as her belly’d swelled near splitting, until he’d worked himself up worrying it’d be twins— but then he’d learned the father was one of Otho’s boys and her size had made sense.
He’s heard she delivered— a healthy little girl, but it’s just luck that he’s at the Hob today when Burdie arrives, his bundle in tow.
He doesn’t see her right away, just the unmistakable pride on his old friend’s face as he introduces her around.
Haymitch has no reason to linger, his business with Ripper complete, but he can’t resist the urge to get a peek of the girl and any information he can glean, so he sidles up to Sae’s stall and sits at the booth. He ignores the old woman’s raised brow, carelessly pulling a fistful of coins from his pocket. Gone is the bribe and the questioning looks as the bowl of something he rather not contemplate slides across the counter. He hunches over the stew, running his spoon through the sludge, straining his ears to catch crumbs as Burdock moves closer.
Bits and pieces of conversations float over the chatter and Haymitch’s chest tightens at the sound of his friend's voice, so achingly familiar and comforting despite all the years, until the girl’s name shakes him out of his revelry.
Olive?
He scoffs, frowning at Sae’s knowing smirk.
Like the food? He supposes it’s an improvement from the tuberous roots for which mother and grandfather are named…
But no, it’s not just a food. He turns the name over again. It’s a color— green— a dark yellowish green like the moss that’s begun to grow over Lenore Dove’s grave stone, though he doubts that’s what the happy parents were imagining when they picked it. Still a nod to Burdie’s family perhaps? But color alone does not a Covey name make. He briefly wonders if there’s a ballad of Olive Mellark.
He really hopes not.
But there’s still something that nags at the back of his muddled mind. He closes his eyes to clear his head, but instead an image floods his memory: the floor of a Justice building on his tour long ago— a mosaic depicting a bird with a bough — no, that's not quite right— a dove with an olive branch.
He breaks into a sweat and his stomach rolls. Unbidden, his eyes seek out the source of his distress; the tiny girl, swaddled in a dove colored blanket, with a muted orange ribbon accenting the scalloped edge.
It’s as if someone has walked over his grave— no, not his— Lenore Dove’s— but aren't they the same thing? They’re a matched pair, mated for life, more married than any piece of paper could make them. And that girl is his kin too. Beloved and endangered if he cannot fulfill his promise to Lenore Dove.
“Don’t you . . . let it . . . rise . . . on the reaping”
He stands abruptly, knocking the stool over in his wake. He gives the girl— no, Olive, one final look before retreating back to his house. He won’t waste another minute; There’s work to be done.
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popclture · 7 months ago
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Avril Lavigne – Complicated (2002)
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serenityquest · 4 months ago
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theorphicallure · 4 months ago
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Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words.
Closer (2004)
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jvgsjeff · 9 months ago
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Life's like this.
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churchyaoi · 5 months ago
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spartan Cody and his ai Circ
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stoicmike · 28 days ago
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There is no task so simple that it cannot get complicated. -- Michael Lipsey
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licaonia · 28 days ago
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♠️_Non riesco a non amare.
O tutto o niente.
Bottiglia vuota, bicchiere pieno.
Il problema è che trovo solo bicchieri già pieni, rotti o ancora nella confezione.
E la mia bottiglia continua a riempirsi e l’amore a cercare una via di fuga.
Pranzo 🖤🌹
©️Licaonia Lupe
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magicalmusicaltour · 8 months ago
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