Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua are identical names to me at a glance, but even fucking worse for me is Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge. I’m beginning to realize I don’t actually read names, I just look at the general shape of them and keep moving
I kept being sure that I was mixing up Gongyi Xiao with another character but rereading book one, I realize the character I thought I was mixing him up with was in fact himself. And they all have named swords. I’m fighting for my stupid life out here
yeah turtlenecks are sexy too bad they’re also one of the worst sensory experiences fashion has ever developed
me wearing a turtleneck and fighting back nausea at the sensation: haha aren’t i hot *gags* anyone want to admit they have a crush on me
same thing with chokers. look how attractive and cool and punk i look now if you’ll excuse me i need to go take this off right now or i am going to throw up
INFORMATION I WAS NOT PREPARED TO LEARN. MAYBE WE *ARE* ALONE. BECAUSE WE ARE SO *EARLY*. IF THERE IS EVER GALACTIC CIVILIZATION THEY WILL NOT REMEMBER US AT ALL. BECAUSE WE ARE NOTHING. CELLS, JUST BEGINNING TO FORM LIFE. SORRY FOR SCREAMING. BUT ARE YOU LISTENING. ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT IT.
The planet was nothing special.
Well, there were some quirks. It was carbon-based, which was mildly interesting, and Arcâs shuttle readouts told her that it was the plants that had developed photosynthesis, weirdly. The atmosphere had a massive amount of oxygen, and there was all that water, too, more than she had ever seen in one place before. And every planet was, as her trainers had told her, its own unique jewel.
But one thing they had not told her was that all the jewels started to blend together after a while, and after a little longer each one became just another assignment. So the planet was just another assignment. A little ball of water and tumbled stone and flora in a cul-de-sac of the galaxy. One more stack of paperwork for Arc to get through before she could go home to her marital partners and offspring.
Arc aimed her shuttle in the middle of one of the larger continents, away from the mountain range and near a smaller body of (oh, gosh, more) water. As she got closer to the ground, though, her shuttle readouts changed. There were irregular smudges of radiation on the surface, and chemical evidence of constructed materials. Arc squinted, and her tertiary limbs started to shiver in frustration. There were ruins down there. Nobody had told her sheâd be surveying a formerly inhabited planet. Great, she thought. Now Iâm never getting home.
Arc sent a note by ansible to Ecba, her dearest marital partner. A few mins later, as her shuttle settled on the ground, she got back the image of a hand-sculpted message. âMy little machine,â it said, Ecbaâs sweetheart-name for her, and she could see all the love that went into the lettering. âDoes it have to be you?â
Arc put on her enviro-suit and got her surveying monitor. âMaybe not,â she sent. She didnât have the same skill in sculpting that Ecba had, so she just had to trust that her love was conveyed in the digital lettering. âWish me luck. Iâll try to come home to you all soon.â
Commander Briar Jane Shepard. Survivor of Mindoirâs raid. Akuzeâs (not any more) only survivor. Defeated the Reapers and lived to tell the tale - with some more cybernetics and prostheticsâ help.
Lan WangJi’s breaths were short and disordered. His hoarse voice whispered beside Wei WuXian’s ear, "… fancy you… “
Wei WuXian hugged him tight, “Yes!”
Lan WangJi, “… love you, want you… ”
Wei WuXian raised his voice “Yes!”
Lan WangJi, “Cannot leave you… do not want anyone but you… it cannot be anyone but you!”
He repeated over and over again the words Wei WuXian said to him, his voice and his body trembling at the same time. Wei WuXian was almost under the illusion that he was about to cry.
∟ Chapter 100: Hatred (Part Three) [transl. by Exiled Rebels]
