Also Fanfiction Be A Thing I Write When I’m In The Mood; Hence How Old This Fucking Is But It’s Been

Whatever That is Left

There is a deepening void somewhere in her chest.

It's inky darkness poisons her smile,

Breaking it down and reshaping it into something more cruel and lifeless.

But there is a shimmering layer of what is left of her.

It sits at the bottom of that hole, like a fine dusting of sugar on the best sweets.

Happy memories and love and ambition and joy lie somewhere in between,

It tries and tries to push her forward and just barely supplies her breaths.

But every time, without fail, she reaches deeper and deeper into herself to pull out what little is left,

And offers those splintering pieces to be soothe and provide.

They are rarely every returned in good health.

So often, she is left pillaged, burned, brutalized, and diminished

And ready to go again,

To scrape out whatever that is left,

And to display it with broken and bleeding hands to her world once more,

Until there is nothing but a pit where she had once glimmered gleefully and open to the world.

He Kissed Her Once

He kissed her once. It was by the sea, the smell of brine and watery decay thick in the air. The sun was high, its light made the water glitter prettily, its heat baked the seaweed and fish washed ashore. He thought, almost bitterly, that the beauty and repugnance of the moment was fitting. He wondered which one she would consider more.

She considered nothing at all. She was entirely startled by the manner of his embrace. It hurt in the way soft, sweet, and perfect things hurt; heartbreaking in its gentleness and care. She pulled away quickly, overwhelmed by the power she had so suddenly over her supposedly enigmatic, closed off friend.

He stumbled back, as if struck. His face burned and his hands shook. She stared hard at the ground and said nothing with a face flushed with embarrassment or heat or discomfort, neither of them could tell. Silence clung to them, heavy and chafing, until he walked away and disappeared somewhere among the ships.

She kept her gaze fixed on her hastily polished shoes where they were planted over both sand and grassed soil for a little while longer. Before too long, she walked away herself, without looking back or noticing the sharp, dark eyes tracking her.

For all they laughed, talked, and ran about, they never spoke again after that day by the sea.

Listen, MDZS/untamed/all-the-other-ones-I-dont-know-them-all is sad. Like it hurts my feelings sad. Such fucking angst, right.

But sometimes I think about Wen Ning and i get extra sad cuz he's so PURE AND NICE. And he's also the Ghost General and I dont even know man, just the idea of that happening, the forced shedding of innocence and shit, breaks my heart. This also goes for Lan Xichen. Hurt my feelings bitch, goddammit

I know many of you follow me because I post about cartoons.

Maybe, that is why you have blogs. And maybe in those blogs you only share about those series. But, please, I ask you to share news about Colombia. To share about what is happening to the people of Colombia.

Even if your blog is not about that. Even, and specially if you are not from Colombia/ Latinoamerica. Please.

PEOPLE IN COLOMBIA ARE BEING MURDERED. ELDERS. MINORS. STUDENTS. People like you and me.

This needs to be known. By everyone. By all the world. Share the news. Post about it. Please, help Colombia.

-This world is home to all of us. And what happens here is everyone's business.

Y'all when I tell you how I SOBBED. It's literally 8:23 am and I leave for work in bout 15 mins. Instead of getting ready, I elected to CRY OVER THIS. It's good. Incredibly good. Everything about it - immaculate. If I'm late, 1000% worth it, no regrets.

Time for more sex-cursed Lan Wangji!

a messy, self-indulgent spree imported from twt and lightly edited

explicit, wangxian, 9k, canon divergence fix-it

mild dubcon because of the nature of sex curses (but like, they do their best to communicate around it), and cw for brief thoughts of self harm, no other warnings

This curse’s origin is mysterious, perhaps politically guided. Someone is trying to throttle Gusu Lan’s alliance prospects by removing Lan Wangji’s stellar marriageability after Sunshot. It works, after a fashion.

Wei Wuxian is in the Burial Mounds, farming and hardening his heart as the resentment worsens his health, subsisting on memories of Lan Wangji’s single visit.

Lan Wangji is at home in Gusu, pining away while they rebuild the Cloud Recesses.

One day, he begins to burn up with unexplained fever.

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aftg hc of the day: whenever neil has to leave for a game (before he and andrew are on the same pro team), andrew will sneak behind him and take shirts and toiletries and anything he can get his hands on out of neils bag. neil has his deodorant sticking out of a side pocket? nope, now it's on the kitchen counter. pants on the bed next to his bag? not anymore, they're on the top of the cat tower (sir appreciated that one, they were still warm out of the dryer). neil lowkey thinks he's going crazy until he sees andrew neatly rehanging his shirts in the exact order they were in before he folded every single one of them.

"Havent you ever worked anywhere before?"

PLEASE

Heeyyy Death. You looking hella fine in that tattered, black robe man. No, no listen - I’m dead serious. Is that new? No? That makes sense, retro is making one helluva comeback. Anyway, how’s it hangin? Everything aight? Or...no, no okay - yeah, humans can be pretty bitchy. Speaking of hanging and bitchy people actually, I think you should eliminate some of those rude ass mofos, especially the unnaturally old ones. The issue is that they think they're so high and mighty, they feel like they can even defy Death. You gotta show them what's up. You are Death, with a motherfucking capital D. Ain't no ho, no matter how bitchy they are, can fuck with you. You gotta smack the shit out of these people and pry their overly long lives outta their wrinkly ass hands. And you're accomplishin everything at once. There are more resources, we can actually eat right without selling our kidneys, balance is restored. And most importantly, you get your revenge. You get to put your enemies in their graves, scare the shit outta people, and get your due respect, man. It's a perfect plan. You got this, you hear me. All you gotta do is grab your wicked scythe and smack one of those assholes in the face with it. It's a done deal. I got all the faith in you man, fuck's sake - you're Death. Aight? Good, hit me up when the first one's six feet under.

Humanity has found a way to live forever: Death is actually super insecure and every time he shows up to take a life they bully him for his fashion sense and tell him that nobody likes him. Now Death has lost his confidence and has completely stopped doing his job. The world is getting overpopulated and it’s a serious problem. You have been chosen to give Death a pep talk and help him in regaining his confidence so the world can be in balance once more.

Y'all what fresh hell is this. This is actively horrifying. I'm not on Twitter, thank god, so I haven't seen the hate on Nora to this extent. These are her characters????

In conclusion, I have nothing productive to say I just wanted to say I am so sorry to Nora (@korakos) if she ever sees this and jesus fucking christ, what.

Also, @lyndiscealin, that's a really valid point and fear. All I can really say is that I hope assholes dont stymie you at all in your works and mental health and best of luck

I really hate the twitter aftg fandom. People were hating on Nora and saying all this shit about her and were like "I'd be scared of the fandom and leave social media too if I wrote such shitty takes" and hating on her for the EC???? And calling her a bigot and all of these really rude things even though she was always so nice and interactive with her fans. like what the fuck y'all, why are you even in the fandom if you hate her so much? "They're OUR characters now" ok bitch??? Then go write your own fanfics and shit, no one cares what you do with them because they're fictional characters anyways. Just like how Nora can say what she thinks would happen with the characters after the books were completed. It's not like the EC is set in stone anyways, she CHOSE not to write those things into the story for a reason and said multiple times that we can choose what we think happens.

And people were calling HER misogynist and a "woman hater" for no fuckin reason too smfh, because she said Andrew is misogynistic. Which he kinda IS, and tbh he has valid reasons for being like that. He doesn't hate ALL women and Nora never said he does, but of course he has some feelings of resentment towards a lot of women because how he felt betrayed by his own mother.

But like look at this shit smh. If any of these people are you then LOL block me IDC, I don't want your negative attitude on my dash anyways