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I took a very cool and chill 300+ screenshots and I need an outlet so you know what, here are some of my favorites. Post genre 1: Gently bullying Jonathan Harker for his food blogger tendencies.

so you may have noticed that i have not been very active recently and i really wish that i had a banger excuse but the reality is that. well. since december i have simply been devouring BLs, to the detriment of everything else. so without further ado here is my personal rec list

dracula daily, which emails parts of the 1897 novel as they happen in the story, has effectively turned half of tumblr into a massive book club. you just don't get stuff like this on twitter. Latest tweet: https://twitter.com/woniiwasp/status/1526323947649781760

Many years after their break-up, fate brings Hua Cheng and Xie Lian back together in a new city, where they learn that some things - like old habits and Hup Toh Soh - never change.

The Assassination of Amber Heard

Ella Opal Burst Pendant

For its own protection (according to him), Jin Zixuan advised Wei Sect to act like a harmless extension of Jiang: a novelty clan more interested in having sex and making babies than in accumulating power. And Wei Ying respects that! Not the source, but the advice, which honestly sounds like a great way to run a sect to him. Who needs to act? Then Wen Qing had to go and get pregnant, which is an activity Wei Ying supports wholeheartedly, but apparently in her case involves strange dreams she wants Wei Ying’s husband to explain. That part’s a little weird.

Up here, in the boxing ring, the lights are blindingly bright, drowning both the audience and the reporters in shadows. Nie Mingjue gives him a mouthguard and a pat on the back before retreating. Up here is where Wei Wuxian feels alive; his muscles burning, his heart racing, his mind calculating his opponent’s next move. The thrill of a fight hasn’t gotten old, even after all these years. The best rush though, is that of a win. And win he does. Always. In a world where sporting competitions for humans were rendered obsolete with their dwindling population and inferior biology, Wei Wuxian is a sheep in wolf's clothing in the boxing world. When he makes the risky move to pro boxing on Nie Mingjue's insistence, he meets the legendary trainer, Lan Qiren––but more importantly, he meets Lan Qiren's nephew, Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but feel a bit fond, even despite the embarrassment. Hadn’t he just done that a second ago? They were both playing bashful, even when this was just something Wei Wuxian’s mind had come up with. He licked his lips. “It’s fine. It’s not real.” Lan Zhan nodded slowly. “This is a dream.” “Yeah,” Wei Wuxian said, then firmer: “Yes. No harm done. You can eye me up.” or, wwx and lwj meet in dreams

Vampire!WWX AU where LWJ sells his blood to the vampire blood bank to get extra money. It's simple, almost painless, and quick. It doesn't cover all of his expenses, but its worth it. That is, until he gets the attention of a vampire whose name is known to everyone: Yiling Laozu. ----- Latest tweet: https://twitter.com/ana__cp/status/1522382447043919872

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Archive of threadfics originally posted on Twitter

Lan Wangji clutches his phone in a tight grip. The dial tone drones a steady rhythm in time with his fluttering heart. Suddenly, the cloth of his shirt feels suffocating. This is a mistake. He never should have written that number down—not from a flyer promising something so shameful.

Wei Wuxian continued, stepping forward across the floor until he was right up in Lan Wangji's space. He grinned. "You're the great and righteous slayer of demons, and I'm just a weak little resentful cultivator who has to resort to crafty tricks. What can I hope to do to stop you?" he said in a singsong tone. "If you want me to repent for my crimes, why don't you make me?" -- Without the aid of the Yiling Wei sect and its patron, the Yiling Patriarch, the Sunshot Alliance surely would have lost the war against the tyrant Wen Ruohan. Now the Yiling Patriarch is demanding repayment in the form of a tribute bride -- and he only wants Lan Wangji. What could a dark sorcerer possibly want out of a union with the strongest and most righteous spiritual cultivator? Whatever Lan Wangji was expecting out of this marriage, it wasn't this...

“Is my training so unimportant?” Wei Wuxian wheedles. “Such a minor task in your day that you feel no obligation to see it through?” A mean smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, caught by a fisherman’s hook. “Lan Wangji, if I don’t continue to train, if you don’t take this seriously, then my fledgling core will falter, and it will no longer be a matter of cultivating to immortality, but rather if I can make it the next ten years.” Lan Wangji’s face goes tight with rage. He shoves Wei Wuxian upright and away from him. Wei Wuxian lands in ankle-deep, freezing water with a splash. Beneath the surface, his feet are ghostly white. Lan Wangji’s eyes spark with fury, quicker and hotter than Wei Wuxian’s best fire talisman. “I take this seriously,” Lan Wangji snaps. “Do you?”

Imagine a world where your quirk determines your path and your worth. A world that has no place for a quirkless boy. Despite that, Izuku is determined to become a hero. Until he realizes no one will let him. So he accidentally creates a helpful (criminal) organization. And he (not so) accidentally steals One for All. May contain Izuku technically becoming a villain but still helping people, All Might running around like a headless chicken to find his stolen quirk, and All for One refusing to just go away.

Midoriya Izuku is medically quirkless, not technically homeless, perpetually exhausted and doing his damned best despite it all. He also sees spirits, which might be cool if not for the fact that a) no one else does, b) they really don't like him very much, and c) he's pretty sure the heroes now think he's a villain working for the League. Aizawa Shota just wants to take down Overhaul, rescue Eri, keep his students alive, get some rest, and find out how this Deku kid knows things he absolutely should not know about his personal life and the Shie Hassaikai case. Unless Nighteye's right, and the kid really is a villain.

“So, the plan,” Wei Ying says. “The plan that I definitely came up with before becoming a felon. That plan." “There is no plan.” Wangji knows this, and yet. And yet. The turn of Wei Ying’s head is just barely visible in Wangji’s peripheral vision. “Lan Zhan, you fucking idiot. You knew I didn’t have a plan, so why are you still here?” “You said you would kill me otherwise.” He can feel the upward curve of his lip, so he bites into it to try and soothe the smile that threatens to spill over. Wei Ying gapes. Then he’s laughing, peals of laughter choking him on their way up. “Why are you so funny, Lan Zhan?” Lan Wangji is twenty-four years old. His uncle is dying, his brother is bereaved, and he has irrevocably fallen in love with a man he doesn't even know. It shouldn't surprise him, he is his father's son, after all.

c-drama recs

College study partners Wei Ying and Lan Zhan have a comfortable relationship as friends, but an impulsive question asked during a midterm cram session changes things between them forever. Also known on Twitter as "Sugar's Blow Job Fic"

In the midst of the Cloud Recesses guest lectures, Lan Wangji finds himself giving Wei Wuxian language lessons in exchange for lessons in platonic touch. Lan Wangji should have known they wouldn't remain platonic for very long.

Ah. The Asshole Dog is loose again. Lan Zhan knows that it is not the dog’s fault for being an asshole, but The Asshole Dog is the reason Lan Zhan had a fence put in at a significant personal expense, because the alternative was allowing his garden to be destroyed and for Bunny to be menaced on her leashed outdoor adventures. Unacceptable. The Most Beautiful Man in the World cringes at the barking, scooting further away from the door through a sea of a dozen broken eggs and leaving a yolky trail in his wake. “Fuck,” he whimpers, curling into a ball, both hands wrapped around the back of his neck as if to—as if to protect himself, Lan Zhan realizes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, please—” The Most Beautiful Man in the World begs, voice ragged. He’s definitely hyperventilating now, from what Lan Zhan can tell between the audible sobs. There’s another bark from outside, and The Most Beautiful Man in the World flinches bodily, making a terrified sound that Lan Zhan feels behind his ribs. Or: A meet ugly, a dog, and the beginning of something wonderful.

“Missing father, comatose mother,” Adam narrates, listing it like the dozen times before, “Declan Lynch, older brother that I forged. Matthew Lynch, younger brother and seemingly oblivious. Ronan grew up on a farm, Gansey,” he protests. “He drag races with some local asshole, he has a pet bird, his grades are appalling, but he’s just a guy.” Even as Adam says it, it infuriates him because that dream had been unlike anything he’s been in before. Adam Parrish is the best forger and point man in the dream business and he's never screwed up -- not until Gansey takes a job from Colin Greenmantle to steal something called a Greywaren from Ronan Lynch's dreams. Now, Adam is forced to accept he's out of his league and is learning that there's more to dreams than he ever considered, all while he falls for the mark.

Luo Binghe’s hand is half-raised, and Shen Qingqiu is going to die and this is the hand that will— “[Notice: In appreciation of your continued use of our services, System 2.0 is offering {Valued Customer} a complimentary Bonus Plotline! Do you accept?]” aka, What if Luo Binghe could read Shen Qingqiu’s mind during the Jinlan City arc?

Andrew and the Idiotic, Thirsty, Ill-advised, Very Off-Limits Crush on his College Roommate's Younger Brother.

Wei Wuxian is thirty-five years old, lanky and tough-skinned from the turns his life has taken. He's dirty with synthetic grit and the skin-sticky feeling of being in space too long, but he'd forgone a dry shower at the docking portal. He hadn't wanted to miss catching the hover, and it's been years since he's needed to look presentable. Years since there's been anyone he wanted to impress with his appearance. He should have known better. The Mess Popo had promised the views on Yueliang were beautiful. Wei Wuxian clutches the strap of his pack and swallows his snack around the sudden lump in his throat. She had no idea how beautiful. "Wei Ying?" Years after the war, Wei Wuxian finds someone he'd thought long dead.

Wei Wuxian: rogue inventor, machine tinkerer, pilot, war hero, quite good-looking if he says so himself (and he does) wakes up after thirteen years of cryosleep. This is awkward for many reasons: he thought he was dead; the whole world (actually, several worlds) also thought he was dead; his brother (who killed him) thinks he's dead and wants him to stay that way; Lan Zhan... does what Lan Zhan does, which Wei Wuxian couldn't explain thirteen years ago, let alone now. Machines have run amok, planetary tensions are high, some people thought to be dead are not, some people that are alive really need to die like right now, it's all a mess, and someone's developed a version of alcohol which doesn't get you drunk. Sometimes science really does go too far.

"Lan Er Gongzi!" Beside him Nie Huaisang protested ardently but was ignored. Lan Wangji stopped in his tracks but did not turn. "Lan Wangji!" Wei Wuxian tried again. This time, Lan Wangji took it as a cue that nothing important was going to be said, and began walking once again. Wei Wuxian was not about to lose face, he decided, and thus gave it one last try. "Lan Zhan!" Sure enough, it worked. Lan Wangji immediately spun around. Or, a CQL/MDZS Pride and Prejudice AU Amidst the beginnings of a war against the Qishan Wen, the clans gather to fortify themselves and form alliances. First encounters of heirs and distinguished disciples happen during this fraught time. But before their titles, distinctions, and responsibilities, they are mere teenagers playing at adulthood. It is here where Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian first meet. It is here that first love, first kill, first sacrifice, and first heartbreak are experienced.

It is the stupidest, most transparently terrible idea. Wei Ying’s hand is fisted shut on the fabric of his t-shirt, twisting it up far enough to reveal a glimpse of golden-brown skin. This is the worst idea. Lan Wangji is going to say no. “How do you imagine that would work?” he says instead. Wei Ying gives a little half-shrug. “I guess I would jack off,” he says. “And you could, like, spot me.”

Wei Wuxian laughs again. "Lan Zhan. Lan Wangji. Hanguang-jun. What an honor it is, to be graced by your presence today. Have you come to take me back to the Cloud Recesses with you?" He doesn’t say, please take me back. Doesn’t say, sometimes I wish you’d taken me back with you all those years ago. But Lan Zhan shakes his head, small and deliberate, the tiniest, most devastating shift in the world. Wei Wuxian exhales audibly. "Wei Ying. I have come to ask you to take me away with you." * Three years ago, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian saved the world. Now the world has moved on and they are left to pick themselves up and start anew. It takes them a while to figure it out. (A post-canon CQL getting together story.)