#*mod c

[wangxianficfinder]

Looking for a fic, wei ying was frozen in ice and woken in modern times. Lan zhan was an academic. Wei ying was still a cultivator but cultivation essentially died out by modern times

This one?

FOUND? 🧡 The Shade of Old Trees by Kryal (T, 363k, WangXian, Ridiculously Long Notes, History, Canon Divergence, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Slow Life, Action/Adventure, Magic Returns, BAMF WWX)

- Mod C

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FOUND? Alexandria by LilyMaxwell (T, 23k, wangxian, scifi au, time travel, romance, fluff, hurt/comfort)

[exchristianlesbians]

Keep living. Even when it's hard. Every lesbian lost makes the world a dimmer place. You have a place in this world. Every single one of us does. And it's bullshit that we have to fight for that place, sometimes even against ourselves. But that fight is worth fighting.

Make lesbian friends when you can. And when you can't, when you feel hopelessly alone, remember the time you saw a lesbian at the grocery store. Or a concert. Or laughing in a public restroom. Or kissing her girlfriend on a park bench. Remember the hope it gave you. Remember the light you felt, the love for that stranger. Remember, you are also a source of that hope and light.

Live on, shine on. We are each other's hope.

[buckybarnesisjewish]

The Winifred Barnes-Sarah Rogers immigrant mother solidarity of just picking the last name of a random U.S. president to be the Anglicized middle name of their respective sons Ya’akov and Stiofán.

YES!!! I have long cherished the headcanon of bucky being named after the president bc his parents thought it was a good "american name" and i love the idea of sarah doing that as well. imagine Winifred and Sarah meeting for the first time at Ellis Island with their babies in their arms...

[holder-culture-is]

Welcome to [X] Holder Culture!

For all of those alters who hold anything! Whether it be emotions, memories, symptoms, this is the blog for you!

What’s this blog for?

I already explained that, silly! But let me explain a bit more.

This is one of your usual culture blogs! However this time, it’s specifically for alters that hold something for the system! I, the one who’s gonna be talking here the most, hold symptoms of our OCD!

We do also do flag/term coining, specifically for holders! We made the flag in our profile picture, and that’s the main template for all of the holder flags!

Boundaries?

ENDOS DNI!! Other than that, not really? If you really want our DNI check @saltedcavessys. We have our DNI there. Anywho, that’s about it.

Anon claims

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

What about you?

Oh, I’m flattered! You can just call me C. I’m an introject, not telling of who though! Some other holders (anger holders, anxiety holders, etc) might interact there, and they’ll just go by their initials as well!

Alters that will probably be active here:

C (he/it, OCD holder)

B (she/her, paranoia holder)

V (she/her, anxiety holder)

M (he/him, anger holder)

D (he/they/xem, hyperfixation holder)

S (he/him, trauma + autism holder)

T (they/them, autism holder)

A (he/they, possible symptom holder)

💠 (it/he, dissociation holder)

The main system blog is @saltedcavessys!

Also, here’s the flag we used for the profile picture!

Well, that’s all from me. Toodles!

[aziraphales-library]

hi excuse me!! 1) thank u for taking the time out of ur schedules to do this its actually rlly impressive like how 😭 2) im looking for a short fic that i read a while ago. it was set in eden with crowley going ‘cmon god smite me smite me you wont booo’ and then he meets aziraphale and god like there. There. You are Smitten…. its a rlllyyy short one shot i cannot find it for the life of me …

hiya! That's a ficlet written by ariaste and originally published here on tumblr.

You can also read it on ao3 here:

ask and ye shall receive by Ariaste

Smite me, Crowley thinks one day, about three or four days into the Beginning of the World. He feels rather daring about it, especially when God doesn’t answer. Puts a bit of a swagger in his slither.

-mod c

[fandomshatewomen]

*fake shock*

Anyways, listen to women, especially Black Women.

[fundyarchives]

if anyone knows where i can get a desktop fundy shimeji (specifically a desktop one and not a browser one) please hmu and tell me how to do it, because i'm begging.

[fruitsbasketmondays]

We have a tumblr now!

If you plan to participate, please fill out this survey by June 10!

[wangxianficrecs]

Follower Recs

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Hello~ Happy new year everyone 🥳 I have two recs, these are fics that I read a while ago but still remember fondly. Especially the furby one, It is definitely one of the most unique fics I have ever read. @misscellophane-ao3

The Proposal

by LFMH021 (@heyimbeessie)

T, 93k, Wangxian

Summary: For the record, Wei Wuxian has always been an idiot when it comes to love. He can’t believe he wouldn’t have realized his feelings towards Lan Wangji until there is a threat that could take the latter away from him: a rival. “I wish to ask for your nephew’s hand for marriage.” Wei Wuxian couldn’t help his mouth, smirking, he whispers behind Lan Xichen, “How about it, Zewu-Jun? Is Young Master Gen up to your liking?” “Lan Wangji, Hanguang-Jun, Second Jade of Lan, I wish to declare my intentions on courting you,” Gen Lei adds, standing up and bowing lowly – tone shaking but sincere, his cheeks and ears flushed. “What?”

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🧡 Song of Suibian and Bichen: Or, the Greatest (And Only) Furby Master of Demonic Cultivation

by moonwaif (@moonwaif)

T, 64k, Wangxian

Summary: “Young Master Wei,” Lan Qiren prompts, obviously ready to be done with this whole thing. “Have you decided what you will name your spiritual weapon?” Okay, so. Maybe Wei Wuxian actually is feeling a little sour. Knowing Zhan’er can hear him, he twirls the blade, saying offhand, “Whatever—anything’s fine.” Shuoyue makes a choking sound. Even Xuan Su nearly falls off his stack of pillows. Wei Wuxian grins. “Just kidding. I name him—” But it’s too late. Before he can finish speaking, 'Suibian' is already etched across the blade. Oops. In a world where cultivators and furbies bond together in order to manifest spiritual weapons, Wei Wuxian is matched with Zhan'er, a stodgy, stuck-up Lan sect furby who hates him. Meanwhile, Lan Wangji is matched with the irreverent Xianxian, a rogue furby who came down from the Immortal Mountain to do heroic deeds and have a good time. Can the four of them figure out a way to work together without driving each other up the wall? And what happens when the Wen sect attacks?

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for these hard-working authors if you like – or think others might like – these stories.)

[kingroup]

super sonic (fleetway)　—　icons　 ╱　with scenecore.

—MOD CHARON.　$　  ̖́-

[spectrumofblood]

guyssssss im soooooo 6ored :::(

[wangxianficfinder]

Please do not give money to the Twitter account AO3_Status_ ! It is a Scam account.

[exchristianlesbians]

Maybe I don't want your prayers. Maybe I don't want "redemption". Maybe I just want to live my life, enjoy the sun on my face and the rain on my skin. Maybe that is all I truly need, nothing more.

Why is this so hard for you to believe?

[buckybarnesisjewish]

Bucky finding out that all his awkward bar mitzvah photos are now on display at the Jewish Museum of NY and once toured the country as part of an exhibit on bar mitzvahs throughout the ages.

HAHA i love this!

[holder-culture-is]

Trauma holder culture is realizing your exotrauma and the trauma you hold are very similar and being like "why did I have to go through this twice. The first time was plenty traumatizing. Please leave me alone, trauma"

Come to think of it, a lot of our introject trauma holders are like this! Trauma does what trauma does and it’s. Strange and terrible. Take care!

[serpentsapple]

(This post will contain mild spoilers for Yellowface. There will also be brief mentions of racism.)

Yellowface was a breath of fresh air!

Hello, welcome, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I honestly thought this blog would be abandoned to inactivity until now when I received renewed vigour to write for it. The cause is simple, really. I finally found another book I thought was worth talking about regarding its portrayal of women.

Now this may surprise you but we don’t particularly enjoy expelling negative energy on books. We started this blog out of a naïve hope that perhaps we would be put in touch with like minds and find books that speak to us. Fast-forward a few years on and that hope was dashed. My co-partner had grown busy with other pursuits and equally had few words to speak on anything literary, and we packed up this blog prepared never to update it again.

That is, until, my saving grace came in the form of a most unexpected source.

I had heard whispers of Yellowface prior to its publication but I admit after reading its premise and a few advanced reviews, it didn’t seem like anything I would be interested in. How it pleases me to be wrong in this instance! And to have taken a chance after having seen a few friends speak its praises. The premise to Yellowface is a simple one: set in a contemporary America, Juniper Hayward steals the manuscript of her deceased Asian female friend and passes it off as her own, and this callous act of self-serving ego rockets her to stardom.

Juniper Hayward is one of the best female protagonists I’ve read in quite a long time.

Before I continue, I want to make a few things clear: Juniper Hayward is no feminist icon. She is racist. She is egocentric, prideful, catty, self-interested. She is, in all respects, the villain of the story and the orchestrator of her own misery. And yet… and yet… she compelled me. She reflected an ugly side of being an artist I longed to see portrayed by a woman. While she is the furthest thing from an aspirational and awe-inspiring individual she was so startlingly human, so flawed, so hungry, that I couldn’t get enough of her. I devoured Yellowface in the span of two days and afterwards I was left utterly enthralled by Juniper and Athena both and their parasitic, competitive friendship. 

Deep down, I’ve always suspected Athena likes my company precisely because I can’t rival her. I understand her world, but I’m not a threat, and her achievements are so far out of my reach that she doesn’t feel bad squealing to my face about her wins. Don’t we all want a friend who won’t ever challenge our superiority, because they already know it’s a lost cause? Don’t we all need someone we can treat as a punching bag?

This is the sort of representation I was looking for! Women who are deeply driven by their own want and ambition, compelled to succeed until it takes them to unprecedented heights (or leads to an almighty fall). I truly commend Kuang for bringing these women to life, setting them in a book filled with equally dimensional and awful female side characters, with nary a prominent male presence to be found unless they serve the narrative. It was a genuine pleasure to read about Juniper and her desire to be recognised for her writing accomplishments, to create and leave something behind that was bigger than herself:

A musician needs to be heard; a writer needs to be read. I want to move people’s hearts. I want my books in stores all over the world. I couldn’t stand to be like Mom and Rory, living their little and self-contained lives, with no great projects or prospects to propel them from one chapter to the next. I want the world to wait with bated breath for what I will say next. I want my words to last forever. I want to be eternal, permanent; when I’m gone, I want to leave behind a mountain of pages that scream, Juniper Song was here, and she told us what was on her mind.

Juniper Hayward is a protagonist on par with Humbert Humbert. A loathsome figure full of pitiful self-excuses and delusional rationalisations for the wrongs they commit. You feel disgust with them, you feel for them, you yearn to understand them, but what you can never do is ignore them.

Plagiarism is an easy way out, the way you cheat when you can’t string words together on your own. But what I did was not easy. I did rewrite most of the book. Athena’s early drafts are chaotic, primordial, with half-finished sentences littered all over the place. Sometimes I couldn’t even tell where she was going with a paragraph, so I excised it completely. It’s not like I took a painting and passed it off as my own. I inherited a sketch, with colors added only in uneven patches, and finished it according to the style of the original. Imagine if Michelangelo left huge chunks of the Sistine Chapel unfinished. Imagine if Raphael had to step in and do the rest.

And what I love most is that, penned by an Asian woman like Kuang, there is no chance for Juniper to escape accountability for her vile misdeeds. The author holds her up in all her contemptible glory, with no veneer of justification to be found, and invites you to observe and cast your judgement. She tapped into the gnawing resentment that eats away at every writer in the publishing industry, each of us all clawing for the scraps of recognition those at the table see fit to toss our way until we all turn on each other. Why her? Why not me? Is it because I am not pretty enough? Not charismatic enough? Am I simply too blandly white and heterosexual? Am I simply too unpalatable for the masses? On and on it goes, the gears turning, powering the engine of jealousy until it churns out a monster like Juniper. 

The attacks on the publishing industry and how it commodifies and weaponises identity to serve capitalist interests were particularly salient and incisive from Kuang, I like how she tackled both sides of an argument, exposing both of their respective shortcomings, and left no one unscathed.

She’s done this in all her other novels. Her fans praise such tactics as brilliant and authentic—a diaspora writer’s necessary intervention against the whiteness of English. But it’s not good craft. It makes the prose frustrating and inaccessible. I am convinced it is all in service of making Athena, and her readers, feel smarter than they are.

But best of all, I loved how much the story was so singularly focused on Juniper’s ambitions. There was no looming romance in the background threatening to infringe on the narrative. Juniper never took the chance to lament her lack of a traditional lifestyle, if anything, she scorns it. 

I couldn’t stand to be like Mom and Rory, living their little and self-contained lives, with no great projects or prospects to propel them from one chapter to the next. I want the world to wait with bated breath for what I will say next.

However, like all books, there are shortcomings. I won’t detail them here as they are not relevant to the nature of this particular post and don’t detract enough from the positives to bear mentioning. All in all, Yellowface was a pleasant and welcome surprise and I heartily encourage people to pick it up if you’re interested in reading about women wallowing freely in their dark sides.