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  1. Rec 1

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    他眼底是场馆上空悬挂招展的嘉世红枫叶旗,以及体育馆高功率的各色聚光灯。失重将吴雪峰的兴奋感揪了起来,紧接着他落在了队友们的手臂上。灯火辉煌,闪得他眯了眼。而这辉煌中唯独缺了某人的一份——吴雪峰匆匆想道——因此将永远不是嘉世荣耀的顶点。

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    29 Sep 2020

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    [这就是我心里真正的吴雪峰,给人一种三维感...]

    气冲云水。吴雪峰无声地凝视着它,既像是回望自己的过去,又像是端详一位相伴许久的老友。他二十五岁,荣耀开服那年他才十九。那个大二的夏天,捣鼓计算机图形学的第四天晚上,他跟室友一起买了登录器和账号卡。因为提早做了功课,于是决定给它取名叫气冲云水,然后一玩就是七年。灰色视角里的赛场上刀光剑影,一叶之秋的身影从混乱中一闪而过。多年前,就是在与这类似的情景里,他路见不平拔刀相助,给成为众矢之的的战斗法师刷了一个念气罩——然后,一切开始了。它曾是他的调剂,是慰藉,是爱好,后来则是梦想与导火索,是正在寻找的自我。而现在它成了他的骄傲。他闭眼一笑:角色一死,都走马灯上了。

  2. Rec 13

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    James Baldwin on being Black in America.

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    04 Feb 2020

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    [... just. wow...]

    "And let's speak plainly."

  3. Rec 77

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    On the eleventh birthday you will receive wands and wonderment and made-up words; a tabby cat and a test and three presents for people who do not exist; knowledge and names and another one, who is like you.

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    26 Oct 2019

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    [everything about this is ♥___♥ and ;_____; all at once. the weasleys! i cry]

    Though the Weasels had a general policy of resistance when it came to things like this, today was different. Today things would be bad enough, Bill had said, without the rest of us making it worse on Ron, understand? So we all do as we’re told and the resistance is up to him today. And the Weasels tended to vaguely and eventually fall in line when the eldest of them was very firm on something in this manner, because usually he was quite easygoing with them and would not press them and would in fact encourage them if they wanted to stand up for themselves because everything that was terrible had happened already and the worst they could do was kill you, which they probably would not do because they would rather see you live and suffer, understand?

  4. Rec 26

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    There was an art to acquiescence, and she wielded it like a weapon. In times like these, you had to walk alone, or walk with none.

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    13 Jul 2019

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    [Consort Jing, at her very finest in walking the knife's edge. OH MY HEART.]

    “I am your consort,” she said. “Of course I will accept whatever punishment Your Majesty deems appropriate.”

    “Hmph,” said the Emperor.

    A funny thing, power: the display of it drew attention to one’s vulnerability. A lowly concubine, collapsed in prostration — yet there was an art to acquiescence.

    Of the two of them, there was only one face hidden.

  5. Rec 57

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    “It’s called cavorting with the enemy,” Scipio told his fellow envoys. “We get close to Hannibal, Antiochus becomes suspicious of him, they fall out, we defeat the lot of them and go home rich.”

    Laelius made a noncommittal noise. “You sure that’s the only reason you want to get close to Hannibal?”

    “I,” said Scipio, “have no idea what you’re talking about.”

    Scipio goes to Ephesus on a diplomatic mission, and gets more than he bargained for.
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    24 Apr 2019

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    [HANNIBAL/SCIPIO = 2nd Punic War OTP 4EVER ♥]

    “Old friend,” said Hannibal, “I do believe you are out of moves.”

    Scipio burst out laughing, too. He couldn’t help it. Every time he thought he had the measure of Hannibal, he was astonished all over again. Laelius had been right, as usual. Scipio knew—and he was sure all present could see it too—that even if he’d had no diplomatic errand to run; even if there was no threat of war, no Antiochus, no Greece; even if they lived like gods in the sorrowless spring of Hesiod’s Golden Age, he would still have chosen to be here in Ephesus, playing petteia with this one singular man.

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