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i have understood so many things about online leftist culture by the fact that when i said "your local community has people you will morally and politically disagree with but you cannot lock them out of accessing any tangible service you’re organising" one of the tags responding said "this isn’t about proshippers in here you’re not welcome" like. folks. focus with me. some of us are homeless here.

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In one of my film classes last semester we had to tell a story in 3 pictures for a mini assignment so my friend and I did this

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I keep thinking about this moment. About how Jiang Cheng must’ve felt when Zidian - the weapon that had served him for so many years, the weapon he inherited after his mother - suddenly stopped listening to him. The moment when he no longer felt its power.

His expression here just breaks my heart. The way he looks at Zidian, trying to understand what happened, trying to process this emptiness that he suddenly feels.

Because back then, Jiang Cheng doesn’t know yet that others also have been affected. He can as well be the only one - what he does know though is this feeling. This lack of power, the sudden emptiness, he knows it. Because he’d experienced it before. He’d felt what is it like when your golden core is gone. And he’s never forgotten.

In that moment, in the midst of battle, he lost his spiritual power and his very first thought when he realizes that is simply: Again?

How often do you think this haunted his nightmares? This awful feeling of hopelessness, the fear of it repeating itself and rendering him useless? The very fact that he got a second chance was a miracle, something probably not supposed to happen. Maybe he already had wondered if he was living on borrowed time, because how could there not be a price?

There was, but he wasn’t the one to pay it. He just didn’t know that.

So right there, in that very moment he gets taken back to all those years ago, to the days when he lost everything and could only lay and look up at the ceiling, to a different time that yet is now so vivid in his mind - does he think that his fear has caught up with him at last?

And then he hears shouts along the battlefield - cultivator after cultivator stating that they cannot use their qi - and only then does he realize that although there is an emptiness, it is not as profound, not that bone-deep void that made him collapse in on himself.

It turns out right when they’re in the cave and medics state that everyone has lost their qi only temporarily - and of course their situation is still bad, because they are surrounded and stuck and the only people able to fight are Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, Wen Ning and a bunch of children - but Jiang Cheng is relieved. Because he’s been through worse.

While I love how this fandom has accepted the fact mingjue is a mountain of muscle with big tiddies I feel like in every incarnation au with mingjue he should just become taller he may have been 6'3 when he died but not anymore honey now he's like 6'5 like everything just stays the same expect mingjue is just taller