Why am I still awake why am I still awake why am I still awake-
*banging head against power pole*
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Shen Jiu finding a plot device that lets him turn into a cat so he can sneak in and observe Yue Qingyuan during the day. Obviously the sect leader is going to be so much happier when he isn’t there to remind him of the gutter they crawled out of, of his failure, of his high and mighty guilt.
Yue Qingyuan loves animals, but animals don’t often love him. All Shen Jiu has to do is emerge from the bushes and rub against his leg. He’s guaranteed a spot at Yue Qingyuan’s side for the rest of the day. Yue Qingyuan coo’s over him, pets him, nearly cries when Shen Jiu follows after him. The petting was…. Acceptable.
The sect leader’s home is empty. All the furniture within clearly inherited from predecessors without addition. There are candles in every room but none are lit. No decoration lines the walls. Everything is spotless. You wouldn’t think anyone lived there.
Yue Qingyuan settles at his desk, the study the only room that looks to see use. Once the smile from letting Shen Jiu into his space fades, Yue Qingyuan wears a neutral expression at his desk. He sits for hours, until the sun rises on the next day, unmoving. No one visits him. A single night pearl at his side his only light source.
Yue Qingyuan seems startled by the presence of a cat in the morning.
“You must be hungry! Let me see if I have anything…”
His kitchen is as unused as his chairs. The pantry is empty. There is one stale box of tea sitting on the counter alongside a jug of water. Yue Qingyuan hums.
He leaves to his office for his duties. Shen Jiu follows.
People come to him at all hours of the day, requesting this and that, dropping off reports, trying to worm their way into his good graces. He responds with nothing more than mild, polite interest. Shen Jiu jumps into his lap the stare down the intruders. Yue Qingyuan shows him the first real smile of the day.
His large hands are warm… his thighs plush… his robes soft…..
Shen Jiu doesn’t know when he falls asleep, but when he rouses it’s to whispered voices.
“-not so loudly, you’ll wake him!”
There’s a sunrise in the windows.
This foolish man didn’t move at all?!
Shen Jiu yowls and bites Yue Qi’s hand. When he gets up, he grabs the hem of his robes in his mouth, leading this silly man back to his home. People give the sect leader looks as he’s lead by a cat. Good, he deserves it!
He bites Yue Qi’s legs until he climbs into bed. The bed doesn’t smell like him. It smells like dust.
For good measure, Shen Jiu curls up on Yue Qi’s chest (his very.. ample… chest). Let’s see him get up now!
Yue Qi doesn’t move as he sleeps. He doesn’t need to for Shen Jiu to see his distress. His sword rattles in its stand. Little gasps of air pass his lips. Over and over mutters “let me out”. He hisses. “…Xiao Jiu…”
Shen Jiu watches in horror as tears bead in his still closed eyes. Qi-he doesn’t cry! He’s never cried!
He bats at his face, meowing and hissing.
A drop of blood mixes with the salt water of tears.
A QI DEVIATION?
Shen Jiu shakes the little bell off his neck. At least as a human he can transfer qi, do something, anything!
Yue Qi’s eyes fly open at the rapid increase of weight on his chest. He gawks as Shen Jiu floods his body with qi. His body… his body…
“What the fuck is wrong with your body?!”
INNEED TO KNOW MORE PLEASE
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This is it, the best news story (from BBC news):
Ok, so here is the croissant that started all this mess:
When asked about what kind of animal might it be, the woman said: "It's this, oh, what is it called... A lagun!"
The devil works fast, but The Krakow Animal Welfare Society works faster:
They already made a merchandise with an illustration of the lagun - they posted information about it on Facebook on Tuesday evening and by the Wednesday morning everything was already sold out.
My university professors are so delighted about this story that they are writing tons and tons of limericks, moskaliks and lepiejs (those two last genres are very popular, ridiculous and humorous types of short poems, in last decades popularized by Wisława Szymborska) and posting them on official Facebook pages of our university departments, and I am dying of laughter.
Important update on the story: owners of cafés and bakeries in Kraków realized that this wonderful idiocy that took over the country could bring them profit and help animals, and started selling croissants labeled as laguns: i.e. Massolit Café & Bakery is sending 10% of income from selling laguns to the Krakow Animal Welfare Society. Thankfully laguns are selling like hotcakes and bakeries don't plan to stop making them, so the story that started and could quickly die as just another seasonal nonsense transformed into a tool for helping small, helpless, vulnerable creatures, far less dangerous than vicious lagun.
This is how cyptids get started.
リ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⊣𝙹リリᔑ ꖎ𝙹𝙹ꖌ ᔑℸ ̣ ᔑ ᓵᒷ∷ℸ ̣ᔑ╎リ ᓵ∷||!¡ℸ ̣╎↸ ʖꖎ𝙹⊣..........
So, I know I've introduced my werebnnuy Wei Wuxian au to yall, at least the art, but I'm craving some fluff rn so. Here yall go:
Lan Sizhui found himself drifting, sleepy, but not enough to actually close his eyes fully. They were drooping, begging to succumb to sleep, but they just wouldn't. His hands idly played with the soft toebeans on one large, monstrous paw of the creature currently cleaning him. The beans were not rough, despite the fact that they were walked on almost every day over long distances. They were not solid either, an almost jelly-like thickness making it possible for him to jiggle the masses of pawpad. It was quite the satisfying thing, really, and judging by the way the creature's chest and throat rumbled happily, it was for him, as well.
A tongue began to work at his messy hair, tangled from an impromptu night hunt just an hour or so prior. His father, Wei Wuxian, had seen him, glanced to his other father, Lan Wangji, nervously, than hurried him off to a nearby field to get clean. He'd shifted into his wererabbit form, scooped Lan Sizhui against his chest with his paws resting carefully in front of him to make a sort of nest, and set to work.
Lan Sizhui enjoyed the warmth of his father being close by, the way he could move the giant paws with little effort, pulling them into his lap and making a sort of security blanket. He wasn't so fond of Wei Wuxian's rough tongue working out the tangles in his hair, but at least he tried his best not to cause pain.
His hair was soon sorted out. Wei Wuxian dropped his head to snuffle at his neck playfully, tickling the skin with his fur. Lan Sizhui giggled at his father's antics. His heart warmed at the fact that he was finally getting this experience with his other father. There was so much time to be made up for, and he knew Wei Wuxian was doing his absolute best to do just that. He spent any time he could with Lan Sizhui, stealing him away to play in the fields or help Lan Wangji feed the bunnies (the regular ones, that was) or race through the mountains in his wererabbit form with Lan Sizhui clinging to his back. Occasionally they'd even sneak out of the Cloud Recesses to explore the town below. Even though Lan Sizhui was sure he'd tasted and seen everything there by now, it was always a new adventure when it was with his father.
As Wei Wuxian settled himself and pulled Lan Sizhui closer to curl up around him for a nap, Lan Sizhui couldn't help but sigh contentedly.
The past had caused him a great deal of grief, but the present had gently wiped his tears and cradled him.
He was at peace.
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Please talk to me about werebnnuy au I will love you forever and ever 👉👈
#lan sizhui#wei wuixian#lsz#wwx#lan wangji is mentioned#wangxian#its imprtant to this ficlet and this au k#werebnnuy au#werebunny au#wererabbit au#3 tags in case i forget one of them. cause i will#fluff#tiny dab of angst#but mostly just father son making up for lost time#yes wei wuxian is a giant rabbit but hes a monster rabbit so i gave him some cat aspects ok#dont judge me#also yes jelly pawpads because fuck it this is my au#let lan sizhui poke the pawbs#lan wangji pokes them too oj#*ok#especially when hes overstimulated it helps him#bro it fucjin froze up for a sec and i thought i just lost EVERYTHUBF#*EVERYTHING#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#modaozushi#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#wei wuxian#wei wuxian x lan wangji#i kinda tagged this like i do on ao3 wtf
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okay but there is something disquieting about this urge to cast fan writers as altruists. they give us all this for free!! well, no.
they’re sharing
it’s a key difference in perception. fic isn’t given. it’s shared. it’s part of a fandom community— in which readers are also an integral part.
it’s probably inevitable mission creep from the increasingly transactional nature of the internet and fandom-as-consumerism, which was always gonna happen after corps worked out how much bank there is to make from those weirdo fan people
but like. fandom is sharing. i think we’ve lost that somewhere.
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Prideshipping vs Puzzleshipping
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If Malik was in YGO ss0, he would be that mysterious friend who has a hidden identity.
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Gaza does not die... but it bleeds 😔💔
Unbearable pain... and a wound that won't heal 😢
I am Musab Ahmad Hamouda, born in 1996, a husband and father of three children.
We used to live a simple, safe life—until the bombing came and stole everything from us.
Our home is gone... reduced to rubble and scattered memories. 🏚️💔
I was injured in my shoulder, underwent surgery, and still need another operation just to be able to move my arm again. 🩼
But the real pain lives in my little daughter Lama’s hand.
Her tiny hand couldn’t withstand the brutality of the bombing.
They had to implant a metal plate in it, and we are still struggling to afford her treatment.
Watching her in pain... broke my heart before it broke my body. 😭
Saving Musab’s Family from War
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EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP SCIENTISTS AT THE SCHMIDT OCEAN INSTITUTE HAVE FOOTAGE OF A LIVE COLOSSAL SQUID FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
🦑‼️🦑‼️🦑‼️🦑‼️🦑‼️🦑
for context, scientists have know about these mfs for like a HUNDRED YEARS but only now have they actually seen one ALIVE !!
YOURE KIDDING ME???? NOT JUST THE FIRST SIGHTING BUT ALSO OF IT WHILE IT’S STILL A GLASS SQUID?????? HOLY FUCK
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you are going on a blind date that pinterest set up for you, find out who will be the lucky one and how the evening will end 💌on pinterest
search the following topics and post the first pin that will show up in each category
fictional character. date night. gift. outfit. dessert. love quote.
@pizzaapeteer thanks for the tag bb 🖤🖤
thanks for the tags my loves @pizzaapeteer @bloodstainedsapphic @acourtofchaos 💕💕
Thanks for the tag lovely 🩷 I’m pretty happy with this tbf
Thanks for the tag!
(Side note: can someone please teach me how to make the small pictures like the people above did)
@blizzardtheartisticfox @woefulstar @candle5000 @thedamsolangelofan @littlejumpingjoan @wintrsoul @plutos-only-inhabitant @athenaspetsnek @agreentealeaf @shroombloom95 @ovloppy @lowkey-mynx @mairon-goth-minion @blackbrother2508 @aceofspades42 + Any other moots and anyone who sees this!
I genuinely don't know how to get them small. The smallest I managed was through hitting the organise button on the board I created and taking a screenshot. Thanks for the tag btw!
TY FOR TAG !!
@remusinanotheruniverse @not-a-gay-fangodess @littlejumpingjoan @butyoureastarr @starrymoons26 @radiohead1scool @nonbinary-potatoes @h0lize @wishiwereheather13 @sunshinerainbowsandlollipops @staphi @florence-not-italy @solarissuns @deerlynova @avassfilms @basically-a-vampire @moonysmasterpieces @andreainlove @newt00th @wrenswreath @h0e-zi3r @kid-a-pessimism @rocknr0llz @verastraea @glueandmorphemes @rainyyymoon @archivaldiaries @moonysreverie @hyacinthstars + OTHER MOOTS !!
thanks for the taggg <3
i am wearing a similar outfit rn wthhh
npt: @fictionalsimp09 @mrblazeflappybird @hotteststar @yourlocalbadgerscales @urgayoldercousinmags @amy-harper @emilem-forevermore + anyone else ofccc
thanks for the tag
this seems like my ideal first date tbh
thanks for the tag!!
I would actually go on this date tbh, probably have a great time
THANKS FOR THE TAGGGGG (*＾▽＾*)
I EXPECTED FOR THIS DATE TO BE A DUMPSTER FIRE, BUT????
BESIDES LOOKONG LIKE ADAM SANDLER, THIS LOOKS PRETTY FIRE???
I would steal all the cookies and ran away. No way I'm staying on a date with Dazai of all fictional characters...
THANKIE FOR THE TAG also I know you tagged me on another post...I will find it...[this is a threat /silly]
Hmmmm...I think I would date her 👉👈 [100/10 would let her step on me ughhhh - she's so dommy mommy coded ok]
She would NOT go to that date setting tho
I love the outfit, the gift is cute and would be a great addition to my plushie pile. THE ICECREAM LOOKS DELISH
The quote seems like less of a romance quote and more of a platonic quote to me tbh
IM NOT SURE WHO TO TAG?!
Maybe @xiaokuer-schmetterling would enjoy this IDK MAN IM JUS OUT HERE
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On April 13, 1985, Danuta Danielsson - a Jewish-Polish woman whose mother was taken to a concentration camp in WWII - hit a local neonazi with her handbag in Växjö, Sweden.
Update: The neonazis were subsequently expelled from the city, and a statue was erected in her honor.
This week 34 years ago, Danuta Danielsson demonstrated how much respect fascists deserve.
Well played, Danuta Danielsson.
And good aim.
She hit them so hard they were banished from that land forever. Iconic
Happy 40th Annual Hit a Nazi with a Handbag Day