#short distances

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[pangur-and-grim]

I’m reading a book on how to realistically injure characters (for reasons, don’t worry about it) and the section on broken legs is so interesting now that I’ve had one!

my break was a comminuted one, so it’s really good that I didn’t need surgery. they kept telling me that I would, but the pieces weren’t too far apart, and my leg just grew new bone to catch them all.

[justsalpals]

boys out here asking my gender, but all along it was meow wow

[silent-insanities]

I just want to fall asleep in your arms tonight.

[orbbo]

For fanon swap ask, I think Mumbo should be a Moth more often

Moth Mumbo Rights.

[iambrillyant]

“you can forgive someone and still want absolutely nothing to do with them. you can create distance from them with no resentment attached.”

— billy chapata

[sighcomics]

as Simone Weil said, 'Let us love this distance, since those who do not love each other are not separated.'

[1495-gauge]

there's that fucked up three-eyed thing that lives in the woods. whose turn is it to chase it off again??

[tiddygame]

do you think that when mary read the paper celebrating that arthur was likely dead that she combed new hanover, desperately trying to find a gang member who could tell her that it was a lie and arthur was fine

do you think she ran around saint denis, intentionally putting herself in danger to try to find a lead. that she saw charles and recognized him from the papers as one of the gang and despite being scared, asked him about arthur and pressed when he refused to answer

do you think she had to tell stories of their time together to prove she was who she said. and that she couldn’t take it when charles offered to show her where he’d been buried.

do you think they sat on that mountain and talked about arthur like he was there, both reminiscing on the love of their life, no jealousy to be had, just solace in being able to grieve with someone who understood.

do you think they kept in touch, an odd friendship formed over the shared love of a dead man.

because i do. i think that for as long as they could, they sent letters back and forth, making sure someone was always there maintaining the area around the grave marker and ensuring that there was always something there. be it a bouquet of flowers that arthur would have said he wasn’t a good enough man for or one of those cigarette cards that he swore he only collected for the money (even though he never turned in the completed sets).

i think they would work together to make sure that the last remaining piece of the best man they’d ever met never went forgotten

(i think mary moved to live closer to the grave, put as much love she had left in each petal of each flower on each bouquet. a belated way of apologizing to him that would never be enough)

[fukirvana]

afraid to hit me?

[im-prince-icarus]

Um.. hello, I'm Rae

You look like my brother-

-@never-his-son

…you aren’t him.

[teaboot]

I just want you to know that I love reading your life stories and from the context clues on your posts this is what I imagine you look like because you're a 5'3" security guard.

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[deadsh33p]

random ass mlp art

[makobreak]

the dawn chorus

[wangxianficrecs]

A Promise in Ink by Witch_Nova221

A Promise in Ink

by Witch_Nova221 (@witchnova221)

G, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Zhan is given a pen pal in school. For ten years, they write to one another, sharing their lives but never seeing each others' faces until, one day, Wei Ying comes home. Kay's comments: Really loved this idea of Wangxian being pen pals and Wei Wuxian traveling across the world as a diplomat's son. Very sweet and soft story, no angst at all. Excerpt: 'Wei Ying?' he said, the sound of his name coming out a little strange and he cursed that all the poise he had hoped to greet his friend with chose that moment to flee him at the sight of a face far more handsome than he had ever dared imagine it. 'It's me,' said Wei Ying, 'And you're you and I'm finally getting to meet you. Lan Zhan, can I hug you? I've wanted to hug you for years.' Lan Zhan didn't get a chance to answer as strong, warm arms came around him, hugging him tightly. Their friendship had been nothing but words, pages and pages of stories and feelings, but, in that moment, no words were needed. Lan Zhan didn't care how many people looked on as he stood embracing his friend, if anyone thought it strange just how long they stood still and silent, breathing in the reality of one another. All he cared about was that Wei Ying was real, solid and warm in his arms, years of ink made into a man who was everything Lan Zhan hoped he would be.

pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern no powers, getting together, first meetings, friends to lovers, pen pals, childhood friends, short & sweet, long-distance friendship, fluff, no angst

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[silent-insanities]

My future is with you.