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Best Siblings Round 3: Thian & Yang (To Sir With Love) vs Jiang Yanli & Wei Wuxian & Jiang Cheng (The Untamed)

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Thian & Yang: "I know this drama isn't as popular but legit they are the best brothers I can't even. The fact that even as children they were so close and supportive. They have different mums and were raised to compete with each other, constantly told to hate the other, but the whole time they stuck by each other. And Yang is so damn protective of Thian and Thian will stand up for Yang and the whole series I'm waiting for the classic 'bros are close, need drama/misunderstanding so they fight' but it never happened?? Thian was literally engaged to the girl Yang loved but they openly communicate the whole time, work together find way out of it. And then Thian dealing with the whole sexuality and the coming out scene where he can't say the words and he doesn't need to bc Yang knows and he doesn't care, he makes sure Thian knows he's loved and he'll do anything to protect Thian's secret and be there for him. I just love them so much and they balance each other so well and I love how they could be interesting and complex characters with great plot and there wasn't a forced third act argument for drama. their mums did all the hating, but those bros stood by each other every step of the way."

Jiang Yanli & Wei Wuxian & Jiang Cheng: "I find it really hard to talk about them without going on a rant and crying. Yanli is the best big sister ever. She always puts her brothers first without fail and her care for them is the glue they need when they argue. Even though Wei Wuxian is not their biological sibling, trust and believe Yanli will shut down anyone who tries to minimize their relationship or claim Wei Wuxian isn’t her brother. In return, Wei Wuxian is fiercely protective of Yanli and will literally kill anyone who touches her. Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian both love her to absolute bits. The relationship between Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian is more complicated, but contains no less love. Ripped apart by circumstances out of their control on top of being constantly compared to each other growing up, they still have each other’s backs and canonically would die for each other and prove this multiple times. Yunmeng trio my beloved❤️"

[shouldiusemyname]

LAWS OF ATTRACTION my Wishlist

Somehow this show has grabbed me by the satin collar and stripy tie, and I found myself wishing for some strange things to happen. So naturally, I turn to Tumblr to write it down and send it on my special krathong hoping it will come true...

I do not remember the last time I wanted a main couple to fuck about it this much. They are Hurting me with the looks and the flirting.

I want Charn to break Jeng-style, but about his past and mother and I want Tinn to hold him gently and kiss his tears.

I want a big-ass confession from Thaentai to his bodyguard Thee. I want him embarrassed and giggling like a little girl (don't ask me why, I don't make the rules).

I half wish their neighbors had something to do with Thatthep finding out his son was framed for the fire.

I want to see Charn and Tinn switch wardrobes, but have them both wear All Stars.

I want grandma to walk in on them when they kiss for the first time and immediately start to plan their wedding.

I think that's it for now. I reserve the right to update this list according to my varying levels of unhealthy & unpredictable lack of normalcy I'm apparently experiencing about this show.

*side note - watching LOA and To Sir With Love simultaneously is quite the experience. I will be screaming about this in @rocketturtle4's dms, but I will gladly talk this out with anyone currently watching TSWL. @thegalwhorants bestie, have you watched it yet?

[immortalfool]

The Secret World: Legends is one of my favorite older games.

I love the urban fantasy horror vibe where you find yourself imbued with powers by Gaia herself and then scooped up by one of three different secret societies so that they can use you to fix the problems that would threaten the world that they're each vying for.

Where you're just trying to use these new powers to help people while your puppet masters may or may not care about the smaller folk that get hurt in each disaster area.

And it kinda irritates me that I can't find any other games that have the same feeling.

[lowkeysleepdeprived]

No offense but… I can get a wife. I mean yes that means I’ll die but it’ll be fine. I hope so peace out to the, HORRIBLE students of NRC see you in the underworld

[inkgraphia]

So sorry for not being able to update "To Seoyeon, With Love" for the past days. But here's an update for y'all!

Chapter 6: A Goodbye Unspoken

Sion’s hand trembled as he turned the page in the notebook, the weight of the memories pressing down on him like a suffocating fog. His mind drifted, unbidden, to the last time he saw her—the day she said goodbye without saying the words.

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It had been an unremarkable afternoon. They had met at the small café near the university, the one with the wooden tables and the smell of freshly baked bread. Seoyeon had been quiet that day, more so than usual.

She sat across from him, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea, her gaze fixed on the raindrops trickling down the window.

“Are you okay?” Sion had asked, his voice laced with concern.

Seoyeon’s lips curved into a faint smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m fine,” she said softly.

It wasn’t the first time she had deflected his concern, and it wouldn’t be the last. Sion had learned not to press her too hard, believing that she would open up when she was ready.

He had convinced himself that she just needed time.

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After they finished their drinks, they walked together under the gray sky, the rain a soft drizzle around them. The city felt quieter that day, as if it knew something he didn’t.

Seoyeon had stopped abruptly at the corner of the street where they usually parted ways. She turned to him, her expression unreadable.

“Sion,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at her, waiting.

“Take care of yourself,” she said, her eyes searching his. “Promise me.”

Sion chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “You make it sound like you’re leaving forever.”

She didn’t laugh. Instead, she reached out and hugged him tightly, her arms wrapped around him as if she was holding on for dear life.

Sion froze for a moment, surprised by the sudden intimacy, but then he hugged her back. “I promise,” he said softly. “But you take care of yourself too, okay?”

Seoyeon pulled back slightly, her tired eyes meeting his. She nodded, but there was something in her expression—a quiet resignation, a heaviness he couldn’t place.

“I will,” she murmured.

And then she was gone, walking away without looking back.

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Sion had watched her until she disappeared around the corner, a strange unease settling in his chest. But he had pushed it aside, telling himself that she just needed some space. He hadn’t known it would be the last time he’d see her alive.

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Now, sitting alone in his apartment, the crushing realization hit him like a tidal wave. That day, Seoyeon had been saying goodbye in her own way. She had known what she was planning, and she had tried to leave him with some semblance of peace.

But it wasn’t peace he felt. It was regret.

Sion picked up the pen again, his hand steady despite the storm raging inside him.

“If I had known,” he wrote, “I wouldn’t have let you go.”

---

Sion stares at the words on the page, the weight of them sinking in. He closes the notebook, his breath catching as he whispers, “I should have known.”

[champthehippie]

Marshland Mixology

The story is finally complete! Please enjoy, dear friends, and look forward to enhancements to To Save What's Lost in the future!

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[smittenskitten]

They are actively trying to seduce each other. Tian with his I will teach you how to write and Jiu with that shirt. Sluts. The both of them.

[zhivchik]

[sunshinechay]

Why do I get the feeling that just about everything Mama Li is gonna ever say about Tian and Yang is fall under the “worse person you know just made a good point” category

[mhokday]

watching triage rn and idk how i slept on this show for a year MY GOD... it has me on the edge of my seat

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Best Siblings Round 2: Thian & Yang (To Sir With Love) vs Kuafah & Daonuea (Star in My Mind/Sky in Your Heart)

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Thian & Yang: "I know this drama isn't as popular but legit they are the best brothers I can't even. The fact that even as children they were so close and supportive. They have different mums and were raised to compete with each other, constantly told to hate the other, but the whole time they stuck by each other. And Yang is so damn protective of Thian and Thian will stand up for Yang and the whole series I'm waiting for the classic 'bros are close, need drama/misunderstanding so they fight' but it never happened?? Thian was literally engaged to the girl Yang loved but they openly communicate the whole time, work together find way out of it. And then Thian dealing with the whole sexuality and the coming out scene where he can't say the words and he doesn't need to bc Yang knows and he doesn't care, he makes sure Thian knows he's loved and he'll do anything to protect Thian's secret and be there for him. I just love them so much and they balance each other so well and I love how they could be interesting and complex characters with great plot and there wasn't a forced third act argument for drama. their mums did all the hating, but those bros stood by each other every step of the way."

Kuafah & Daonuea: "I think khuafah is a really good older brother. He shows up for his brothers events and knows about the things going on in his life, even tho he’s way older and busy with his job he still checks in with daonuea and knows what’s happening in his life. Daonuea also is a very good brother and you can tell he really cares for khuafah. From the way he calls him and checks in routinely and tells him not to drive if he’s too drunk. Their relationship feels very genuine and loving. Also I’m pretty sure they’re half brothers but it’s never weird between them and they don’t treat each other any less because of it."

[longgonelegends]

u guys shoudl um. ask me mundane thinsg abt my ocs.,

[iguessitsjustme]

To Sir, With Love - Episode 6 Live Reaction Part 6 (Final)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

[legendaryrooftopscene]

Episode 1 of To Sir With Love and the horrible snake CGI took me so far out of the story I was in My School President

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Chapter 4: The Weight of Words

The room was growing darker as the evening deepened, but Sion didn’t bother turning on the light. The glow from the desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, giving everything a dim, muted quality. It suited his mood.

He stared at the words he had written so far, the sentences weaving a tapestry of grief and longing. But there was so much left to say—so many things he’d kept locked away, buried beneath fear and pride.

He picked up the pen again, his hand steady but his heart heavy.

Do you know how many times I wanted to tell you everything?

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He remembered one of those moments vividly. They had been sitting on a rooftop one summer evening, the sky painted in hues of pink and orange as the sun set behind the city skyline.

Seoyeon had leaned back on her hands, her face tilted toward the sky. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she had said softly.

“It is,” Sion had replied, though his gaze hadn’t left her.

She had glanced at him then, her lips curving into a small smile. “What?”

“Nothing,” he had said quickly, looking away.

“Liar.”

She had laughed, the sound light and free, but there was something in her eyes—a quiet curiosity, a silent invitation. He had felt the words bubbling up in his chest then, so close to spilling over.

Tell her, he had thought. Tell her how you feel.

But he hadn’t. He had swallowed the words, letting them sink back into the depths of his heart.

---

Sion pressed the pen harder against the page, the letters bold and deliberate.

I wanted to tell you so many times. But every time I got close, I convinced myself it wasn’t the right moment. Or that you didn’t feel the same way. Or that saying it out loud would ruin everything we had.

His hand stilled for a moment as he stared at the sentence.

But the truth is, I was a coward.

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He could feel the weight of the memories pressing down on him. All those missed opportunities, all those moments where he had chosen silence over honesty.

There was one night in particular that stood out—a night that haunted him more than most. They had been walking home after a long day of exploring the city, their conversation meandering from topic to topic.

“Do you ever think about the future?” Seoyeon had asked suddenly, her voice quiet but steady.

“Sometimes,” Sion had replied. “Why?”

She had shrugged, her hands tucked into the pockets of her coat. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. What I want. Where I’m going.”

“And?”

“And... I’m not sure,” she had admitted, her gaze fixed on the ground. “But I know one thing.”

“What’s that?”

She had stopped walking then, turning to look at him. “I want to be with people who make me feel alive. People who make me feel like I matter.”

Her words had struck something deep within him, and for a moment, he had felt the urge to grab her hand, to tell her that she mattered to him more than anything.

But all he had said was, “You do matter.”

She had smiled, but there was a sadness in her eyes he couldn’t place. “Thanks, Sion.”

---

His chest tightened as he thought of that moment. It had been the perfect time to say everything, to lay his heart bare. But he had let it slip away, just like so many others.

I should have told you then, Seoyeon. I should have told you that you were the only future I could see.

He stopped writing, the weight of the confession leaving him breathless.

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The sound of the clock ticking filled the room, a quiet reminder of the time slipping by. Sion glanced at it briefly, but he didn’t care how late it was. He had waited too long to say these things—he wasn’t going to stop now.

You once told me that words have weight. That they can hurt or heal, depending on how they’re used. I didn’t understand what you meant at the time, but now I do. My silence hurt you in ways I can never take back. And my words—my lack of words—failed to heal you when you needed them most.

His grip on the pen tightened as he wrote the next line.

I hope, wherever you are, my words can reach you now. I hope they can give you even a fraction of the comfort you gave me, even if I’ll never know for sure.

---

He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as the memories continued to wash over him. For a moment, he let himself linger in the past, recalling the way her laughter had sounded, the way her presence had lit up even the darkest days.

But beneath those bright memories was a darker undercurrent—the moments when her light had flickered, when her laughter had felt forced, when her smiles had failed to reach her eyes.

He opened his eyes and picked up the pen again, his heart heavy but resolute.

---

Do you remember the poem you read to me that day in the park? You said it was your favorite, but you didn’t tell me why. I didn’t ask, either. I just listened to you recite the words, your voice steady but soft.

He could almost hear her voice again, the lines echoing in his mind:

"It is not the storm that drowns me,"

"But the weight of the water I cannot escape."

“I should have asked you why,” Sion murmured to himself, his voice trembling. “I should have asked what you were carrying.”

---

He returned to the page, his pen moving with a new sense of urgency.

I didn’t ask you about the storm you were fighting. I didn’t see the weight you were carrying. But now I do, Seoyeon. I see it. I feel it. And I wish more than anything that I could have been the person you leaned on when you needed it most.

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The room grew still again as he finished the sentence, the ink drying on the page. Sion set the pen down and stared at the words, his vision blurring as tears filled his eyes once more.

“I’m sorry, Seoyeon,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

---

Sion wipes his eyes and picks up the pen again.

I hope you knew how much I loved you. Even if I never had the courage to say it.

[hoppipolla]

This is really random but the way To Sir With Love was written and filmed — with the emphasis on hidden/stolen glances and gazes in particular — reminded me of the French novel La Princesse de Clèves by Madame de La Fayette.

Tian is very much like the main character of the novel — The Princess — who struggles between her duty as a wife and a daughter, her moral obligations, and her love for another man (other than her husband). The ending is not a happy one for The Princess but the way Tian was ready to sacrifice himself to fulfil his duty as the first son and the successor of Mr. Song is reminiscent of The Princess’s decision to never let her love for Monsieur de Nemours stain the reputation of her mother and everything she stood for.

Anyway I don’t think I’ll write an in-depth analysis about this novel and the show but I thought it was worth commenting on.