#this is very real and will scar people for generations literally no matter the outcome ffs

[meduseld]

As someone from a country that was in fact enmeshed in a conflict with guerrilla warfare and kidnapping over literal decades: stop acting like this is a fandom debate and excusing whatever your "side" does. War crimes are war crimes and need to be called out, there is no justification for those. You can believe one side is justified or whatever, but do NOT excuse this shit. No one has clean hands in conflict

[mandiemegatron]

MANDIEEEEEE do you have any f/o thoughts at the moment i need to knowwww

NINNAAAAAA hi baby !!! 💖💖💖💖 God do I EVER have thoughts - the real question is when do I NOT have thoughts abt my f/os 😂😂😂 going with my two that's been overtaking my mind the last few weeks -

Kid and Killer ;

♡ Literally the best cuddlers on the entire grand line. You cannot change my mind.

♡ Kid is almost aggressive with his cuddles (it always turns into a lil somethin somethin if you catch me 🤭) but it's because he just has so much love to give and doesn't know how to express it. I hc that he's not a words man but an action man. He would rip the fucking stars from the sky with his bare hand if you asked for it. He would tear the heart out of any man that looked at you wrong or even breathed in your general direction.

♡ The type to tug you close and hold you tight when walking in crowds because God forbid you get fuckin lost or taken from him. Not on his watch. 😤😤👊👊

♡ Nothing gets this man's ego more inflated than when you nearly skip to him and jump in his arms, pressing loud and over-exaggerated kisses to his face. He especially loves it when you do it in front of the crew. (They jokingly all do the same thing - "BROTHA EWW🤮😂" it's bc they're jealous and they're screaming inside bc you're not jumping into their arms 😂😂😂)

♡ if he could have you live in his lap/arms, he fuckin would! He's a touchy-feely man, and he loves the constant reminder of your hand in his that you love him, forever and always, no matter the outcome.

♡ he loves having you sleep on top of him, it's not very comfortable but he's quoted as putting it like "youre like my weighted blanket, you keep my heart warm" and he was stone cold sober when he said it too. he's so fuckjng corny. You big hearted dork, i fucking love you.

◇ Killer.... sweet, sweet Killer. The man's hands could rip a man's spine from his body in seconds but the way he holds your face in his palms like you're made of glass... 😭😭😭 you are literally the most precious thing to him (other than Kid and the crew, of course) and there would be absolute hell to pay if anything ever happened to you.

◇ You once cut your hand by accident while doing lunch prep and he straight up threw the fucking knife overboard. He literally went "absolutely the fuck not!" And yeeted the thing far away from you. You're not allowed to do prep anymore 😂😂

◇ the soft moments at night after hours of love making and whispered words of promise and love for each other 😭😭 it's then that he realizes that you're in love with him and he cries in the washroom later. You love him? Of all people in the entire Grand Line, scarred and broken Killer is the one you give your heart to? He feels like he doesn't deserve you but by God does he ever love you.

◇ He has daily fights with Kid on who gets you for the night. You've tried to make a schedule but Kid always overruled it with "IM THE CAPTAIN, I MAKE THE RULES 😤😤" because he was mad Killer got you on a random Wednesday instead of him. Most nights, you're stuck between the two of them, hot and sticky, even with the windows in Kid's master bedroom wide open and a vented fan blowing around cool air.

But in truth, there's no place you'd rather be. Hot, sweaty and drowning in their love, you've never once second guessed that this was where you were supposed to be. 💖💖💖

[untamedunrestrained]

Moral of the Story

I was scrolling through the WangXian tag on Tumblr when I came across a post that I eventually scrolled past but it seems to have planted a germ of an idea that I just can’t shake loose and I tried and I tried and then I procrastinated some more for good measure but it didn’t work. So, here I am trying to present my thoughts with some degree of coherency.

The post that was the impetus for this post, talks about LWJ’s punishment after the events at Nightless City just before WWX’s death. That post raises the question of how LWJ could forgive his uncle and brother for a punishment that would have killed a lesser cultivator.

The moment I read the post I disagreed with it but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why but since I have been thinking about it for the past few days, I now know exactly why I disagreed with the post in the first place.

Before we proceed, I would like to make it clear that while what I’m about to say tracks across every canon of MDZS, I’m going to pick the details from the novel verse because it’s more detailed with regards to this particular aspect of the story, and also if you have only watched The Untamed/CQL and not read the novel (albeit only in its translated form) it might be easier to fall into the type of thinking that lead to the previous post in the first place.

Ideally, I should just link to the original post but since I found the post while I was scrolling through Tumblr’s tag for WangXian and initially tried to ignore it completely because I didn’t quite understand why that particular idea was troubling me, I don’t think it would be easy to find it again and since I’m disagreeing with the post I don’t want the author of the post to find this because even when we try to be rational our first response to being disagreed with is hurt or anger and I don’t want anyone to feel that way. These are just my thoughts and you might agree or disagree with them but I feel like I should put them out there since the idea will not leave me alone.

So, let’s get into it.

LWJ is given thirty-three discipline whips for each of the thirty-three GusuLan elders he gravely injured to protect WWX.

When WWX sees LWJ scars in the novel these are his thoughts-

Usually, with only one or two strikes of the discipline whip, it would already be enough of a punishment for the bearer to remember it for their whole life, never to make the same mistake ever again. The amount of scars on this person’s back accumulated thirty at the least. Just what sort of monstrous crime did he commit for him to be whipped so many times? If it really was a monstrous crime, why didn’t they kill him?

As we will later learn LWJ’s punishment is a little more detailed than just whipping he was also made to kneel in front of the “Wall of Discipline” following the whipping.

It’s a barbaric punishment and of course, the ones ordering it are his uncle and his brother who have both been established as characters who truly do love LWJ. So, why? Why is LWJ’s punishment so severe, well there are two reasons for that and I will discuss the lamer one first.

His punishment was severe because by this point we know that LWJ is probably one of the best cultivators of his generation if not the best (I could definitely argue for the latter, I mean this guy can fight Xue Yang wielding his sword with one hand and keep an entire horde of zombies at bay while playing his guqin with the other. And, did I mention this is happening at the same time, he literally managed to fight a horde of zombies and Xue Yang with two different cultivation methods being practised simultaneously and of course, he won but not only that there wasn’t a moment during this entire fight when that wasn’t the expected outcome). So, of course, if you want to really punish this guy the punishment has to be on par with his own physical and spiritual strength, it wouldn’t be much of a punishment he was able to do it without even breaking a sweat. I told you it was a bit lame.

Secondly and more importantly, the punishment should fit the crime. If the crime is particularly grievous, the punishment must be as well, it must be severe and in this particular story, depending on the individual’s spiritual strength a severe enough punishment might be different for different levels of cultivation. So, the real question is did LWJ deserve the punishment and the answer is an unequivocal YES.

LWJ grievously injured thirty-three GusuLan elders who were looking for him specifically so that they could find him before the other clans did because if the other clans did find him first they would kill him. After all, he saved WWX and kept him alive. The same WWX who at the Nightless City declared war on the combined might of the Cultivation World and then proceeded to kill thousands of Cultivators and then when they died he resurrected them to fight their very own comrades, that WWX.

Now, we might all argue he only fought the Cultivators because they killed all the Wen remnants and that only happened because he killed Jin ZiXuan who he technically didn’t kill but he definitely provided the opportunity and the weapon for his death because his ego couldn’t let Jin ZiXun go. At this point, we don’t know that there is another player in the mix but both these fights that ultimately take the lives of Jin ZiXuan and Jiang Yanli respectively were both started by WWX and even if we forget about the inciting event (Jin ZiXuan’s death), WWX still killed thousands of people from all clans. But, we only know these intricacies because the story is told from WWX’s perspective. LWJ doesn’t know this and neither do most of the people in the Cultivation World.

What they do know is that LWJ took WWX after he had killed thousands of cultivators and depleted the remaining Cultivators of their spiritual energy so thoroughly it took them three months to recover enough to mount a second attack. No matter how you spin it WWX is responsible for those deaths and LWJ is responsible for saving an outright murderer and then he further cemented his crimes by fighting thirty-three of his own elders and grievously injuring them in defence of said murderer when it seems like they largely made the journey to protect LWJ's life and his reputation and not with the primary purpose of killing WWX.

So, yes he deserves his punishment and as he himself believes this -

But he (LWJ) said… that he could not say with certainty whether what you (WWX) did was right or wrong, but no matter what, he was willing to be responsible for all of the consequences alongside you.

The reason LWJ could forgive LXC and LQR for his punishment is because he didn’t need to. He understood exactly why he was being punished. At the end of the day, LWJ didn’t actually protect WWX thinking that he might be right, he protected WWX because he was intensely and irrevocably in love with him and he is ready to stand by his love right or wrong.

While these are all very valid points the real reason that post caused this disquiet to appear in me was because it was trying to paint LXC and LQR’s actions in a bad light with the power of hindsight completely forgetting that their actions were relevant in the context they happened in which brought me spiralling back to the story as a whole.

The story firmly tries to tell you that what you see and what you observe might paint a very clear narrative in your eyes but there is always a possibility that the narrative we feel is so immutable can completely change its structure if we were just able to see it in a different light as is beautifully illuminated by this story.

The other thing that we don’t realise is that in this story we aren’t depicted by LWJ or WWX or JC or JL or LSZ or even NHS and JGY for the matter. We are the mob, we are Sect Leader Yao, we are the people who are told stories that paint people in a certain light and then we can’t see them in any other light. In our very upbringing, some prejudices are a staple and we still harbour them and these influence how we interact with the world and more specifically how we judge people and their actions. This story urges us to remember that while things might seem black and white maybe unearthing the reasons behind them might make the story more grey, so the next time you decide to paint a group of people or even a particular person as wholly bad no matter how egregious their actions may seem remember the moral of Mo Dao Zu Shi, remember that there might be more to the story than meets the eye and more importantly remember that something in the future might make a success of today look like a blight on history.

If I have to be more precise, I would say the moral of this story is to be open to the possibility that we might not know the whole story and we might be wrong even when we are a 100% convinced we aren’t.

[rametarin]

progress.

I’m very bitter about the miseducation I received on the subject as a child. It was early 90s/late 80s propaganda, and I am still so fucking mad about it. It scarred me.

This is why I like to point to just how much progress we’ve made and how we’re almost at the end game for cheap, endlessly repeatable solutions for big issues such as climate change and pollution. I was not told of these as a child. I was given doom and gloom by people trying to psyche me up to yes-man vote for every bit of legislation they wanted to pass in the name of ‘saving the earth from greedy white western industrialists’, no matter how vacuous or pointless or counterproductive it actually was when critically examined.

It’s not that I don’t take climate change or pollution seriously. I absolutely do. That’s why I’m practically a frothing vitriol pile when I meet supposed “ecologists” and environmentalists that pretend nuclear isn’t a thing worth investing into, or object to it on,.”moral grounds.” Then have the audacity to say shit like, “but nuclear doesn’t break up hegemonieeeees! :C we need to restructure society!” Like the energy crisis is just a weapon to wield for social change.

But the thing is?

I want them to get more extreme in this way.

These same people are the sort of disingenuous people that claimed to just hate general, universal wrongs like, “sexism,” and “racism.” But, they’re the exact sorts that talked a big game about it, but ONLY ever talked about sexism against women. Only ever talked about racism, from whites, to literally anyone else, and only sorta barely kinda begrudgingly acknowledged one non-white group could be racist to another non-white group. Because the label was made specifically to make a histrionic headfuck about how evil whites are and how white western society is.

But when people started using their stated logic and philosophy to go after sexism against men, racism against whites, suddenly they mysteriously had issues with it, or objected to anti-sexism or anti-racism laws or policies being used to punish or reprimend people that way.

“oH, i’M SoRrY, i JuSt HaTe RaCiSm So MuCh! I gUeSs yOu MuSt hAtE iT lEsS tHaN i Do!” And so that weapon was used to beat the shit out of any legislation or social policy that self-described “progressives” used to try and benefit minorities but detriment regular caucasoids, state-side.

It was enough to prompt them to put, in writing, unambiguously and into philosophical policy not as a voluntary position, but as default, with Privilege Theory. Now they refused to acknowledge any definition of racism that DIDN’T accommodate Privilege Theory and define racism as Privilege + Power. Of which, they argued, being white inherently gave you this third party proxy advantage called privilege, being black meant you had none, hence ideologically it became impossible in any context for black people to be racist to whites. Problem solved, riiiiiiight?

Except, no. Not at all. That just highlighted and put to paper that ghost that had been haunting racial equality discourse for decades, in the judicious enforcement of those anti-racist policies. And now, black&white, clear as crystal, that stigma will have to live with the Intersectional Feminists as they argue for policies based on it. Instead of make it operating moral policy that cannot be proven to guide them and only be accused, they now own it.

I want these social-environmentalists to own the avenue from which they argue, now. Being “for the environment” won’t just be enough anymore, when the capitalists and the industrialists are dancing to every seemingly reasonable, seemingly benign step and STILL turning a profit while NOT contributing either to the models of global climate change or polluting the environment.

And we started to see that when nuclear was getting touted again as a good solution to both CO2 producing climate changing aersols, and pollution, and the energy crisis.

“But.. but.. the problem with nuclear is it doesn’t overturn social hierarchies and enforces the current capitalist nationalist hegemonyyyyyyy!! :(((((((((”

Well shit, Moonunit, here I thought you just cared about some carbon-oxygen and cow farts making the climate unlivable. That’s sure a complaint horse of a different color, now isn’t it?

So I look forwards to these disingenuous fucks being forced to own their REAL gripe and put it to words. I look forwards to when the only gripe left about environmental issues is that they’re “too capitalist, despite working.” I want capitalist solutions to environmental problems that don’t hurt the environment, but help it. When the only avenue of capitalism they have left to attack, is corporatist attachment to government itself, causing these problems.

Because technologically, they’re running out of black boxes and immovable objects to argue for their preferred outcome. And they know it.

[magoa-themed]

His Love, Someone’s Trust ~~~~~~~Prologue~~~~~~~

People like to give ��falling in love’ the image of happiness and joy; of finding someone, that a person would sacrifice anything for and they in turn would reciprocate that selflessness for you. As a kid true love was everywhere, in books, fairy tales, and cartoons. They are naive to the pain and suffering that comes with love, to the true and real scars it leaves on someone. As a child love is great and pure, it's the love from parents before it rots, the love for one’s friends before life gets complicated, it's the love of self before the eyes can be clouded with judgement and expectations.

Children then grow up and suddenly love is no longer pure. Parents get sick of their kid having an opinion, friends stab friends in the back with no explanation, and the mirror becomes a place of harassment and loathing. Then there is a new form of love, it is a toxic thing with pain and suffering more than any other form can cause.

For some they will go back to having pure love into adulthood, but the rest are stuck in a cycle of misery. For the very select few they will find that toxic love and turn it into something worth having. But that is only for the luckiest of humans and the ones who search for it.

Delirious is neither lucky nor searching for it. To him love was and will only ever be felt at one point and that is when you are small and unknowing. Of course he loves his friends but he keenly aware of how life works unfortunately. He knows if there was a great opportunity that any of them would drop him for it.

Like Evan.

Before 2 weeks ago Delirious wouldn’t have been thinking the thoughts he was now but it seems that Evan constantly ditching him to be with some girl doing things he hated got the blue eyed man contemplating things he hasn’t contemplated since his teen years. Evan had triggered these unwanted thoughts and now no matter how much Del tried he couldn’t seem to get rid of them. They burned words into him that he never thought he would consider and prodded questions that had him up all night.

Delirious had tried love and it had always ended badly, and though upset he shook it off and carried on with life. Now it seemed all the pain from all the failed partners was coming back to him in rapid succession. He recalled the ones who cheated on him or the few that made him feel like lesser of a person because of their own insecurities. The morning he woke up and his home was empty again without a trace of the other resident besides the note on the table. That one had been especially hard.

He had gone through it all with a smile though and slowly yet surely there stopped being a significant other beside him. Without being conscious of it he had stopped looking for someone and even avoided the idea of it. There is only so much a person can take after all and even though it was lonely he had his friends. He learned fast that a ‘true love’ wasn’t necessary and he could be content without one.

But the sudden lack of Evan had him breaking down his logic. Friends could abandoned and hurt him just as easily as a girlfriend or boyfriend could. The thought sickened him, thinking about his friends doing to him what he had allowed some many other to do. He put so much trust and faith into them but now that blind faith was slipping and he was beginning to see things he didn’t want to see.

After 3 weeks of not talking to Evan and contemplating all his relationships everything shot downhill. Delirious woke up that morning to his phone flashing from the millions of notifications he was receiving at once. It was literally millions, what was going on?

When he opened his phone the first thing he saw was Evan in a suit. It seemed like it was a talk show sort of thing. He had never mentioned anything like that to Delirious, not once did Del get a message from the Canadian about anything cool he was gonna be doing. He brushed it off though, it's not like the man had been talking to him in general for the last 3 weeks. Then something caught his eye, a comment reading, “It’s super cool that he mentioned all the guys as part of his success! We got to learn a lot about delirious, they asked so many questions and we got so many answers =3”.

It was to be expected honestly. Since Delirious never showed his face people always asked the guys about him, most of them knew as much about his appearance as the fans did though so they were never a good source. Though the part about learning a lot about him made him uneasy he shrugged it off without much thought.

It was fine that Vanoss had enough time to go on a talk show but not enough to talk to him. They hadn’t played together in too long and Del was have withdrawals, which yes, he knows sounded really dumb but he couldn’t think of any other way to put it. 

He was about to shut off his phone and escape the noise that emitted from it when a message from Luke appeared. He tapped the screen and let his eyes linger on the message.

Luke: shit del have you seen it? I'm going to fucking kill evan.

                                                  Seen what? What the hell did he do!? :Del

Luke: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvrCxzo_S-g 20:34

Luke: That fucking BITCH! What kind of idiot does this to a friend!!!???

Luke: I'll be there soon don't do anything stupid

When he taps the link he is once again hit with the picture of Evan in a suit. It fits him well, showing how in shape he really was. Del moves on not wanting to linger any longer, already having spent enough time starring to set a knot in his stomach.

He goes pulls the red dot along the edge of his phone, stopping a minute or two before the time Luke had told him to.

They went through standard questions that had been asked about all the guys, it didn’t seem abnormal. He went to back out and yell at Luke for giving him a heart attack until words stopped him.

“Okay now we have to ask, do you know what the mysterious H2ODelirious looks like”, some random host spoke with a light tone.

“Yes, actually. Though I have never met Delirious in person I do know what he looks like”, Evan’s response is hesitant but the wide smile on his face doesn't allow anyone besides those who are close to him to notice.

A grin twists on the hosts face, “Well we are so glad that you were willing to share your knowledge with us”.

Evan’s smile is gone and replaced with a look of confusion, “What do yo-”.

Then there he is, Delirious chokes on the air he gasped into his throat. There he was...there he was, THERE WAS HIS FACE ON THE FUCKING SCREEN. He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to cry, he really wanted to let Luke kill Evan.

He was panicking.

“No no no no no no no no nononononono fuck shit fuck”, he stumbled over his words mumbling then yelling. Too many thoughts went through his head at once, the room spun in so many direction. He had gone through so much shit to make sure his fans didn't find out what he looked like, so much, and now it was all fucking pointless.

He didn't want people harassing his family, he didn't want to be crowded with people all the time because that's what being “famous” was. But Evan didn’t care! Evan did what he had to so he could get famous!

Delirious threw his hand at the wall in his bedroom breaking more then the wall in the process. Fuck...how could Evan do this to him. Delirious had trusted him, why did he ever trust him? Didn't he know this would happen? Isn’t that why he hadn’t showed the other guys his face, because he had predicted this outcome from the very beginning?

Delirious pressed his back against the wall to his empty house sliding down until he was on the floor. He used the hand that wasn't shattered to hold the one that was as if it could magically heal the damage done. He just stared at it not knowing what to do.

Once the initial anger and adrenaline had faded he was left only with pain. By the time Luke got there he was crying, still in the same exact spot from an hour before. Whether he was crying because of the way he had suddenly lost all trust in anyone or because of his hand he couldn't say but if he had to guess it was both.

Luke had flipped when he saw Jonathan's hand. He had never been good when it came to blood or injuries in real life and it took most of his willpower not to throw up on the spot. He knew he had to be strong for at least that one moment as he walked over to his friend trying his hardest not to look at the mutilated hand.

“What the fuck did you do Jay? Jesus, it looks like you took a hammer to that thing!”. Johnathan did not respond, he just stared into the endless abyss in front of him, Luke frowned.

“Jay I need you to answer me dude”, he was on his knees in front of Delirious now. The blue eyed man only gave a small nod. To Luke it didn’t even seem like his friend saw him, he looked as if he was focused on something that was right behind him. Del’s eyes were dull and full of pain, the blue that once stood so prominent now sank into his features pulling everything with it. He looked almost...dead.

“Shit”, Luke cursed under his breath, “Jay I’m taking you to the hospital, get up”. Johnathan didn't move, he didn't even blink at the words.

“Your a dick”, he pulled the younger man to his feet and led him to the door. Delirious did not resist he didn't even seem to be aware they were moving, putting most of his weight on Luke. Luke held onto him like he could shatter any moment and Del clung to Luke as if he was the only thing keeping his head above water. The only thing that kept him from drowning in doubt.

So this is really short but stuff happened so yay!! I love watching my characters suffer hehe. I have no idea how long its going to be and I’m working a chapter outline right now. Thanks for reading! hope you have a great day!!