Delighfullyamess - I Like To Scream About The Stuff I L Like

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I want to write a book called “your character dies in the woods” that details all the pitfalls and dangers of being out on the road & in the wild for people without outdoors/wilderness experience bc I cannot keep reading narratives brush over life threatening conditions like nothing is happening.

I just read a book by one of my favorite authors whose plots are essentially airtight, but the MC was walking on a country road on a cold winter night and she was knocked down and fell into a drainage ditch covered in ice, broke through and got covered in icy mud and water.

Then she had a “miserable” 3 more miles to walk to the inn.

Babes she would not MAKE it to that inn.

One of my favourite things when reading fanfiction is when you click with an author's style so much that you adore the fanfiction you're reading, and once it's over you need more. So you go to their page and hope that there's more for any fandom you might know- only there isn't any. They've written for other fandoms you aren't familiar with and never would've thought about before.

But you're down so bad for their style and talent that they got you wading in like:

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.

I'm glad that people are still having fun on tumblr even after we found out about the frightening ghoul that reblogs posts but doesn't say anything

apparently people are now purchasing thick water to make slimes with because of a trend on tiktok

thick water is for disabled people who can’t swallow properly. stores usually have extremely limited supplies of it.

please don’t buy thick water for fun or to make slime with. it’s literally the only way some disabled people can drink anything. It’s not a fucking toy