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Cubone Pet Masks made by mcmaster3d

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this song, does it have a name?

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“The Rabbat” by Annie Stegg Gerard

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there's something stupid going inside my head

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what I meant to say: I have a strong emotional attachment to this character and I often find myself having moments where I want nothing more than to reach out and hold them when they go through certain situations. Allow me to explain how I feel.

what I actually said: ASFDGHJK;LJLGFKJDSHFH;DJFHGJHL /gross sobbing

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Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

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Me when I first joined Tumblr: Oh, I already reblogged this. That’s too bad.

Me now: I reblogged this every day for the last three weeks and I'mma do it again. I don’t give a fuck.

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How new WIPs are born:

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hot girl summer is over it’s scary woman winter

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“Idiots to lovers” is a phenomenal fic tag, and exactly my brand of romance. I love it when they’re just so….. fucking…. stupid

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The unbearable intimacy of the name that people think of you in their head

Baobei this, Didi that; y’all in the MDZS fandom really want the pet names, but they are GENERIC. I submit for all your consideration the unbearable intimacy of switching between names/courtesy names/titles:

Wei Wuxian: KING of this. No courtesy names for people he likes - it’s all “Jiang Cheng” this, “Wen Ning”  that - this mofo even blew straight to birth name with “Lan Zhan”.  Had no choice but to circle back to more formal registers when he begins to flirt in the second life with “Hanguang-jun.” Please remember the dagger in poor Er-gege’s heart when Wei Wuxian calls him “Lan WANGJI” on the Sunshot Campaign battlefields.

Jiang Cheng: Calling Wei Wuxian “Wei Wuxian” so bloody consistently even when they were young.  Never Wei Ying, even to show disdain! “Yiling Laozu” only for comedy. 

Also, I am expiring over the thought of him ever calling Wei Wuxian “Da-shixiong”; mockingly or sincerely, either is good!  I am bursting from the seams with it - it cannot be contained even for the surprise factor for my fic because I am still several chapters away from being able to use it. So many people complaining about the Jiangs not formally adopting Wei Wuxian into the Jiang family, but hello??? He was Yunmeng Jiang’s Head Disciple??? Jiang Fengmian was his master??? “A teacher for a day, a father for life”??? That relationship in itself is plenty intimate, and was absolutely there, and acknowledged. JIANG CHENG CALL FOR YOUR “DA-SHIXIONG” IT WILL BREAK HIS HEART

Lan Xichen: This guy. THIS GUY.  His formal register is all over the place.  His blood-related little bro - the other half of the Twin Jades - the person only he is expert in reading - gets called “Wangji”.  Formal grown up courtesy name for little brother - can’t offend Wangji’s dignity after all - but still openly intimate.  His close friend and fellow Sect Leader is “Mingjue-xiong” (not Nie-xiong! Still intimate!) until they swear brotherhood, and then it’s “Da-ge”. 

Jin Guangyao?  He gets called “A-Yao” even before they swear brotherhood, even when Meng Yao is still calling Lan Xichen “Zewu-jun”, XICHEN PLEASE

Anyhoo, I was always very confused over how the heck courtesy names were used before I read MDZS - I was always like why…why do Chinese Historical Figures have so many names - but nothing like seeing something in use to start understanding it. 

If you like that sort of thing, you should read Imperial Uncle where the MC is absolutely pining for someone to call him by courtesy name. Actually, just read Imperial Uncle anyway if you like MDZS, it is both 1) hilarious and heart-breaking 2) extremely unreliable narrator 3) rumours drive the MC to DEATH~~~ 4) very gay.  Also the translation is awesome. Someone please call Prince Huai “Chengjun” and let him know he is seen and loved.

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so i heard lan xichen was good at painting. what if "paint me" with lan xichen and nie mingjue (and maybe jiang yanli) (i maybe hinting at a certain au of yours, but that's just me) *wink wink*

Folding his sleeve back, Lan Xichen starts the painting with a curved line, following it until it leads into the next. He’d often thought that the hardest thing to paint without his friends in front of him would be their faces, but his memory guides his hands. Slowly, carefully, he drags the brush strokes until he’s faced with a miniature version of Jiang Yanli’s smile, well, as much of it as he could’ve seen while she laughed behind her sleeve at something Nie Mingjue had said.

The memory of the day floods Lan Xichen’s face with an easy smile.

They’d managed to sneak out to Caiyi Town, feeling as though they were getting away with something even though their classes had finished early. When Lan Xichen closes his eyes, he can still remember the look his uncle had given him when he’d suddenly announced he was going into town, he hadn’t said for what, and he hadn’t said which of the guest disciples he was taking with him. If he had, Uncle would’ve demanded that they take a chaperone with them, and that defeated the entire purpose of running off together.

Humming as he turns his attention to Nie Mingjue’s face, Lan Xichen drags his brush through the ink again, wanting to get the shading just right. They had to be careful, even after they were beyond the watchful eyes of his uncle and the elders, just in case the townspeople managed to talk to Lan Qiren on his rare trips down the mountain.

Uncle would’ve put a stop to it the second he’d realized just how wild Lan Xichen had run with his friends that year, and Lan Xichen might’ve withered away if that had happened.

They knew better than to duck into any of the more popular teahouses, instead, they’d picked a favorite where the owner had simply smiled kindly at them and never said another word.

“Do you really not know how to swim, Mingjue?” Jiang Yanli had asked, surprise overtaking her face.

“I tried teaching him, he sank like a rock every time.” Lan Xichen leaned in as though he had meant to tell her a secret, but he’d kept his voice just loud enough for Nie Mingjue to hear him loud and clear.

To anyone else, the glare Nie Mingjue had levelled him with would’ve been terrifying, but Lan Xichen had only grinned and sipped his tea in the face of it.

“There aren’t a lot of lakes in Qinghe, where am I supposed to practice?” Nie Mingjue defended himself, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting though he would never admit it, even to himself. “Besides, Yanli’s from Yunmeng, I bet she could swim laps around you on her bad days, Xichen.”

There had been barely disguised challenge in those words, and Lan Xichen had almost risen to the bait.

Dragging his brush quickly, Lan Xichen watches as the colors seep into the paper, from the gray streaks on what had been Nie Mingjue’s disciple robes to the light rouge Jiang Yanli had worn on her cheeks that day.

He has to improvise the background of the painting, it hadn’t been his focus, all his attention that day had been on his friends, laughing along with them even when Jiang Yanli had offered to teach Nie Mingjue to swim herself, promising that she would be a nicer teacher than Lan Xichen had been.

He almost leaves himself out of the painting, but he can already hear the voices of his friends. Nie Mingjue would nudge at him and ask him where he was supposed to be in all this, and Jiang Yanli would quietly insist that he should add himself in, her hand on his arm and a quiet smile on her face that neither he nor Nie Mingjue had ever learned how to say no to.

In the end, Lan Xichen ends up including his hands and arms, holding onto one of the teacups they’d taken turns refilling for each other.

He vows that he’ll get better at self portraits one of these days.

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one of my favorite things about the untamed is that everyone is always there

nobody gets to be messy in peace. your entire messed up family WILL arrive and they WILL make it worse, no matter how implausible it is that ten people would show up just in time to start drama

are you having a fight in the woods with your ex-fiance? cool cool cool your younger brother is there, and your younger brother’s crush/soulmate, and your other younger brother, and your ex-fiance’s mom, half-brother, half-brother’s boyfriend, and cousin are also there. plus several random hangers on to serve as a peanut gallery

did your wife just stab herself with an Evil Knife because of incest? your side piece is definitely there to confirm that she’s dead (awk). so’s your dumb little brother, your disgraced pal who your boyfriend hates, your nephew, his uncle, his other uncle, and your boyfriend’s brother. several of these people are important dignitaries and one is supposed to be dead

how about this: your uncle is holding you hostage with a garrote? let’s count how many relatives are there: 5 additional uncles (one as a ghost), a cousin, your cousin’s dad who is common-law married to one of your uncles, and an old family friend (possessed by aforementioned uncle-ghost).

in the words of jin zixun:

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