So fucked up for Nirvana in Fire to mostly be a show about people sitting around and just talking while simultaneously being one of the most compelling, heart-wrenching, complex, character-driven shows to ever exist. Fucked up. They're just sitting or standing and talking about policies and rituals half the time. Why is every single character fully fleshed out. There's like fifty of them. Genius

⬆️ DO NOT INVITE THIS MAN TO YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY. HE WILL RUIN YOUR SPECIAL DAY FOR POLITICAL PURPOSES.

《 琅琊榜 》Nirvana in Fire (2015)     ⤷ Liu Tao as Mu NiHuang

↳ Our wife Mu Nihuang for @orchisailsa

found some LangYaBang / Nirvana in Fire pics on Pinterest too funny not to post here.

where have you gone now? / let's go together

(Lyrics from Fearless/无畏 by Ma Di)

Hu Ge Cat Boop!!

Happy Pride! I’m thinking some Nirvana on Fire for me

Yujin wishes she’d been born a boy.

If she was a boy, maybe her father would pay more attention to her. If she was a boy, people wouldn’t give her so much grief for spending all her time with Jingrui.

If she was a boy, she wouldn’t be engaged to Lin Shu.

“He’s mean,” she complains, because it’s true. She’s thirteen and has had quite enough of all the other noble daughters telling her what an excellent match her father has made for her.

Lin Xie won her hand for his son in a card game before she was even born. Her father put as much effort into that as he did for anything else involving her.  

Jingrui pats her on the back sympathetically. “Maybe he’ll be less mean when he’s older.”

“Men get meaner as they age,” she tells him, because that’s what Aunt Yan had told her. “It’s a good thing you’re a crybaby – that means in twenty years you might still be nice enough to get a decent wife.”

He puts her in a headlock, even though she’s taller than him, because he’s a son of both a political and a martial family and he has the muscles to prove it.

Lin Shu is going off to war tomorrow. She thinks of going to say goodbye, but figures that it’s a waste of breath. Maybe he’ll get some niceness beaten into him on the battlefield, like Lin Xie had.

At least her in laws are nice. She should probably go to keep Xiao Jinyang company, since she’ll be lonely with her husband and son gone, and Yujin’s future is likely dependant on how much her future mother in law likes her.

Yujin already knows that Lin Shu will be no help at all once she’s married to him.

She hopes they only have girls. It would serve him right.

Yes I know this isn't all the princes that is on purpose

Their relationship is such an interesting mix of silliness, dramatic moments, and attentive care

Nirvana in Fire, Ep. 33: Mei Changsu has a shitty day

《 琅琊榜 》Nirvana in Fire (2015)  

“I don’t want him to be alive in my heart. I want him to be alive in this world.”

Nirvana In Fire 瑯琊榜 | Episode 40

Number Tournament: [the number of responses to the pre-tournament google form] vs THIRTY-SIX

2277 (the number of responses to the form I posted where people could nominate their favorite numbers to compete in this tournament)

seed: 29 (18 nominations)

class: meta

definition: a meta joke that was probably funnier when the form to suggest numbers for this tournament was still open

36 (thirty-six / nif)

seed: 36 (14 submissions)

class: highly composite number

definition: six times six, written as 100 in seximal (base six).

[several sentences sunday; NiF fic snippet]

*bangs pots and pans* hello new fandom I am working on fic, is anyone still around in here

anyway! please have an excerpt feat. Nihuang and Jingyan having The Worst Day of Their Lives, because I sure know where to start with fic! (in my defense, has anyone in history come through that ending and immediately not started thinking how to make it better/worse/different).

this is tentatively titled flowers in dreamland weather and will eventually involve an ot3 of the obvious suspects.

Nihuang's clothes had acquired a layer of grime by the time she reached the top level of the old watchtower. There, framed in a narrow window by the amber light of dusk, was Jingyan. He still wore a plain gold hair clasp and a pair of tooled leather bracers over his sleeves. Dust spattered his robes, as if he'd got off his horse and been whisked straight into Wuying Hall. His face was set with grief that nearly made Nihuang avert her gaze. She knew mourning: her grandfather, slipped away in the clement hours of the night. A tiny, delicate sister, cradled in her father's palms as her mother wailed at her loss. The men in her father's troops, taken by spear or arrow or sickness on the march. She'd never known sorrow of the kind that seized her when her mother read aloud the letter of summons. The traitor Lin Xie and his household. The rest was a dark haze she'd been swimming in for days. Jingyan radiated that same gutting agony like a brazier piled too high. If she touched him, he would scorch her. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to flee. She'd intruded upon something beyond private, a pain that clove to the soul. He is gone he is gone he is gone. It could still swash over her without warning, in a giant wrecking rush. Nihuang dipped into a salute, as if they'd chanced upon each other in court instead of this childhood haunt. Courtesy settled untidily over her indecision. "Your Highness. Forgive the intrusion." "Don't," Jingyan stammered. "Please don't." She withdrew an awkward step. Prince Jing should not entreat her for anything. Her friend Xiao Jingyan might, but in the ruined rasp of his voice, even that was wrong.

tbc

(obligatory @theotherjax and @annundriel, this is what you get for listening to me rant about this show 💕)