ling is just. what a fucking icon. what a man. gets caught by some mysterious evil organisation to be used as a vessel for one of their vaguely demonic buddies and he’s like “great, hit me the fuck up with those vaguely demonic powers”. disappears for several episodes only to yell at the vaguely demonic entity possessing his body about the power of friendship on his return. forms such a strong bond with said vaguely demonic entity that they smoothly pass around control of the body in the middle of combat for maximum asskicking potential. i love ling yao.
if anyone feels sad tonight please hold this thought for a minute:
the bees in my yard are now so familiar with my walking pace and usual route that they sometimes stop and wait for me to pass when our paths intersect.
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