taxian-jun is so wild...he's a cursed tyrant. he's a retired guy competing with a dog for his husband's attention. he's a mass murderer (reformed). he calls his garden his harem. he's egotistical and overconfident. he decides to become the valley's best farmer because he lost one (1) livestock show that he entered randomly. he's the vengeful immortal emperor of a past life. he resorts to purposefully disorganizing mo-zongshi's qiankun bag so he can't find anything on his days. he mastered the forbidden techniques in secret to deploy an empire. he's diligently studying the postpartum care of sows. a girl lied about him getting her pregnant so he offered to take responsibility by kicking her in the stomach. he is a househusband.
Note: I am by no means a professional in health or otherwise. This is personal experience. I made this as a metaphor to help my parents understand me better.
Our fandom forbearers did NOT suffer through Anne Rice, strikethrough, and other bullshit for fucking ACOTAR and Harry Potter fans to fucking ruin it for all of us by selling fanfiction. I am not losing novel length yaoi epics because some of you don't know how to act in fannish spaces and yes I do blame the booktokification of fanfic but I also blame those of you that treat fandom like content to consume and not a community to engage with.
there's no greater betrayal than finally starting to read a book you've had sitting for months on your shelf or your desk or your nightstand and then finding out it's bad. like. i gave you a fucking home.
$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think