Lan Wangji: Wei Ying and I don’t argue. He tells me to shut the fuck up and I do.
Yanli: you know, a-Xuan, Lan Wangji gives a-Xian flowers every day. I wish you would do that.
[later]
Wei Ying: What is this?
Jin Zixuan, holding out a bouquet: I don’t understand either.
Hear me out: Clutching Bichen is Lan Zhan’s version of the Mr. Darcy hand-flex.
my family: are you ever gonna tell us what those stories you write online are about?
me:
WAKE UP, BESTIES, NEW FIC JUST DROPPED:
Wei Wuxian, on memory and moving forward.
archiveofourown.org/works/80952536
Jiang Yanli: We listen and we don't judge.
Wei Wuxian: I do! I judge!
Let's be judgmental with mama!
Lan Zhan, at any given moment: Ancestors, give me patience, 'cause if you give me strength, I'ma need bail money.
Hi, hello, don’t mind me, just dropping my fic series here in case you wanna read it. 👉👈
archiveofourown.org/series/4778656
When I say Wei Ying is the Action Movie Dead Wife, this is the sort of shit I’m talking about.
That’s a known thing industries do, setting up minority (usually women) in positions of power when things are about to tank. The glass cliff, I think they call it.
Did everyone just see that? I am being threatened, people! (/j)
I feel like it’s LWJ talking to LQR/Gusu Lan in general
Wei Ying: Haters (Madam Yu) can't stand to see a bad bitch (me, nine years old) winning (“drawing too loudly”).
Nie Huaisang: How the hell do you draw too loudly?
Wei Ying: Well, you see, the thing about child abuse is that it’s inherently irrational.
Wei Wuxian and a-Yuan brainrotted so hard I looked up the Mandarin version of “Remember Me”
Rascal Flatts “Words I Couldn’t Say” but it’s Lan Zhan during the years Wei Ying was dead, thank you for coming to my TED Talk
Me, with red string and a corkboard: Lan Zhan, Wei Ying and a-Yuan parallels with Jean Valjean, Fantine, and Cosette
“BAD IDEA” FROM WAITRESS HOLLANOV-CORE, IN THIS ESSAY I WILL—
Lan Zhan: What does “ily” mean?
Wei Ying: who is saying this to you lol?
Wei Ying: No seriously who is saying this to you?
ahem.
wangxian doing the forehead boop.
thank you for your time.
Watching the new Bridgerton season like “PENELOPE MY BEST FRIEND I’VE MISSED YOU”
Me: [thinks about Meng Yao for like five seconds]
Me: HOW DOES A BASTARD, ORPHAN, SON OF A WHORE—
When fics talk about someone arching their back, are we supposed to imagine it going up, like a scared cat? Or down?
Me: [thinks about Wangxian for like five seconds]
Me: I WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU OVER AND OVER AGAIN, I DONT CARE HOW, WHERE, OR WHEN, NO MATTER HOW LONG IT’S BEEN, YOU’RE MINE—-
For some reason, ao3 is saying a fic I posted yesterday evening was posted today and updated yesterday.
Wake up, besties, new fic just dropped!!
Domestic Wangxian, now with More Babies:
archiveofourown.org/works/787539...
ŽVAIGŽDĖ, CHAPTER 76: dinner
Hannibal and Adam have a disagreement. #Hambleverse
archiveofourown.org/works/309485...
Wei Ying: Lan Zhan, you didn’t come all this way for me, did you?
a-Yuan: [BOMBASTIC SIDE-EYE. CRIMINAL OFFENSIVE SIDE-EYE]
Wei Ying: Man, my head is kinda cold.
Lan Zhan: [pulls out his knitting needles]
Wei Ying: … what are you doing?
Lan Zhan: You need a hat.
