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“The souvenirs are decently priced, but the food is not.” One employee, two uncles, a colleague and the (nonexistent) business of tourism.

"Yiling Laozu, GusuLan Triad requests your services." At this, Wei Wuxian laughs and a thousand ghosts laugh with him. ~Or: Wei Wuxian died and Yiling Laozu rose in his place. He has avoided the Triad societies he grew up around, maintaining his anonymity and forging a new cultivation path. Now, thirteen years later, Hanguang-jun walks into Demon-Subdue Hall and requests Yiling Laozu's services for GusuLan Triad. Something is stirring in the world. Something that necessitates his return to a life and to people he’s long since mourned as lost to him.

Zhou Zishu only wanted to escape the bar night with his annoying friends. What he ends up with is a fake boyfriend, a room with only one bed, and a weekend full of trouble.

*lies down on the floor* I want modern AU lqr welcoming teen wwx into his home after madam yu got mad at wwx and kicked him out for the night.

wangxian modern au: while on the same bus tour, wwx and lwj both get accidentally left behind at a rest stop, and join forces to make it back to their luggage! Bus let’s gooo!

Lan Zhan has been in love with his tragically straight best friend Wei Ying forever. So what if some girl says Wei Ying is a bad kisser? Lan Zhan has to prove to Wei Ying that this is incorrect. Because Lan Zhan is a good friend. He out does himself. cw. WY self-worth issues and self-perception failure, plus some lonely gay pining from LWJ

anyway thinking once again about wei ying, a baby, improbably being taken off the streets not by jfm (who never finds him) but by a tradesman who has no wife, no children, and thus no one teach his trade to

Lan Wangji, generally speaking, did not make note of people. Of course there were exceptions, once faced with special kindness or distaste, but most often others left an imprint so light that it would fade from his mind in only a few days, if not minutes. He didn’t feel right in his skin for the rest of the day after meeting Wei Wuxian. or, lwj cannot remember wwx

Lan Zhan gets into the front and Wei Ying hands him a paddle before getting in the back. The canoe rocks a little as they settle themselves. “Comfortable?” Wei Ying says. Lan Zhan looks over his shoulder and nods. Wei Ying decides, abruptly, that this is probably the one of the best views he’s ever going to get in his life: Lan Zhan in the front of the canoe, wearing his baby blue baseball cap, bathed in sunlight, with the sparkling expanse of water all around them and the lush sugar maples in the background. — Wei Ying and Lan Zhan go camping.

It’s all over the news along with Dr. Horrible’s rise, how he murdered Captain Hammer’s girlfriend. Or: Penny wakes up in the hospital. No one notices.

Wei Ying's back is to him, but Lan Zhan would know him anywhere. His hair is tied into a low ponytail, messy, as always. It's longer now than it was three years ago, snaking down his back, ending just above his shoulder blades. With him is a child—a boy—who's holding onto his hand and looking up at him with his eyebrows furrowed, one finger stuck in his mouth. Lan Zhan feels utterly foolish peeking from behind a display case at them, but he's rooted to the spot. He cannot move.

"I don’t want to." Lan Zhan whispers over and over again. "I don’t want to. I don’t want to." "Lan Zhan, I…" When Wei Wuxian wrestles the talisman away from between Lan Zhan’s fingers, it is hot to the touch. Kill all demonic cultivators. No. No. * Lan Wangji is accidentally cursed to kill all demonic cultivators by his husband, Wei Wuxian, demonic cultivator.

Fuck, he had totally walked into a set, hadn’t he? The beautiful, ethereal looking actor in his period piece outfit was pissed and waiting to tear him a new one, if the expression was any clue. One moment the man was up, and then, the next second, he had gracefully jumped from the wall in front of Wei Ying, who, only by the strength of his will, did not scream in alarm. He did yelp a little. But very manfully. “No entry after daybreak,” said the man, and his voice was deeper than Wei Ying could’ve guessed. “How did you get past the wards?” or, modern!wwx takes a wrong turn and ends up in the cultivation world

my ff.net profile to move to AO3

really adorable mini bag shaped like a mailbox

Hello, it is I, your friendly neighborhood historian. I am ready to lose followers for this post, but I have two masters degrees in history and one of my focuses has been middle eastern area studies. Furthermore, I’ve been tired of watching the world be reduced to pithy little infographics, and I believe there is no point to my education if I don’t put it to good use. Finally, I am ethnically Asheknazi Jewish. This does not color my opinion in this post — I am in support of either a one or two state solution for Israel and Palestine, depending on the factors determined by the Palestinian Authority, and the Israeli Government does not speak for me. I hate Netanyahu. A lot. With that said, my family was slaughtered at Auschwitz-Birkenau. I have stood in front of that memorial wall at the Holocaust memorial in DC for my great uncle Simon and my great uncle Louis and cried as I lit a candle. Louis was a rabbi, and he preached mitzvot and tolerance. He died anyway. There’s a great many things I want to say about what is happening in the Middle East right now, but let’s start with some facts.

Because the storage unit was empty again, and none of them had been able to make ends meet – not for Sara’s meds or Sadie’s hormone therapy, and not to salvage the husk of Boland Motors nor stop Beth and Dean from slipping further into debt, and so maybe Beth had thought about the fake cash, then maybe she’d done enough research into making it, then maybe - - maybe she’d done it, taking it out of her oven the first time she’d pulled it off with a wide and honest grin. Because right then it had felt good. To have done it. To remember it. To remember she was good at this, that what he’d seen in her had been right and true, even if he was only ever playing with her, even if the rest of it had all been a lie. * A post-season two finale monster baby

Yuan is worried about the new rabbit in his classroom and wants Wei Ying to ask the YouTuber behind a popular account on rabbit care what to do. Wei Ying doesn't expect hanguang_jun to actually reply, but decides what's the harm and sends a message. And then hanguang_jun replies.

Lots of people think about quitting their day job for something brighter and stranger. It's one thing to think about, another to do it, and another to get as far as he has. So even if it's not what he originally wanted, Xiao Zhan tries to treasure and enjoy everything that comes along with his new life. He'll keep trying until he decides to give it up, whenever that is. There's a lot to enjoy about his new gig. The script is fantastic, the production has actual money so the sets and costumes look good, and the directors and producers know what they're doing. Not much more he can ask for. Then there's his main co-star. Xiao Zhan's life is at a crossroads when he lands his first proper lead role. He's not looking to make it even more complicated.

granted i havent read lotr since i was 13 but the way legolas joins the fellowship always cracks me up, like hes literally a prince but they sent him as a messenger to basically tell the council like “whoopsiedoodles we fucked up and gollum is gone, that’s what you get for entrusting him to the party elves of mirkwood you know how we get” and he feels SO bad he joins this super deadly quest like imagine you’re thranduil and you’re like “hey son can you go to elrond’s house and tell him we fucked up royally” and your son is like sure pops can do but then you don’t hear from him for like two months so you call elrond like hey e-dog what’s good have you seen my son. and elrond is like. well i dont know how to tell you this but he went on a homoerotic voyage to the most dangerous place on earth. id be so mad and then he comes home with a DWARF like what’s up dad we eloped

Some people think that brats are advanced model subs -- suitable only for those with expertise -- but actually they're great for demos because if there is an unclear expectation, they will let you know.

Seven Necessities. Seven Tenths Full. What makes a meal, and what makes a family.

“Lan Zhan,” he called out, and Lan Zhan tilted his head to show he was listening. “Why have you never been married? Was there no one that met your standards?” he teased, covering the way his throat suddenly felt tight. He’d been so happy a moment ago; he wasn’t sure what had happened. “But Senior Wei,” Sizhui said before Lan Zhan said anything, a furrow between his brows, “Hanguang-jun cannot be married twice.” --- Everyone knows that Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are married. Everyone except for Wei Wuxian. A post-cql get together fic.

just learned about a building in london that is so poorly designed it becomes a death ray that melts cars and creates a downdraft effect with wind so powerful that it knocks full grown adults to the ground ... And I just wanna bring up the fact that this is not the only monstrosity built by Rafael Vinoly - he’s also responsible for the eyesore of Manhattan that is 432 Park Avenue. ... it’s my pleasure to inform you that the Vdara ‘death ray’ Hotel is also the work of Rafael Vinoly

As Jews we are told from a young age that our identities are intrinsically tied to the modern State of Israel. It is taught to us in Hebrew School, in services, and is a deeply held belief by many of our parents, grandparents and family members.

“Close your eyes,” Wei Ying says, and Lan Zhan, surprisingly obedient, does. He takes a piece of the dessert and presses it gently against Lan Zhan’s lips. He notices a gentle crease between Lan Zhan’s eyebrows, at first, before he—and again this is a surprise—opens his mouth to take the bite, lips brushing against Wei Ying’s fingertip. Wei Ying wrenches his hand away, nearly dropping the plate. It’s clearly been too long since he last slept with anyone if he’s having impure thoughts about his coworkers eating food at 3pm on a Wednesday. Or: Lan Zhan and Wei Ying work in the NYC test kitchen for an unnamed food magazine.

In the hot womb of this mountain there is nothing to do but kill and swallow and be swallowed. No need to think. In that way it is the kindest place he’s ever known.

Lan Zhan falls apart. As it turns out, that's not the end.

Lan Zhan generally tries not to think about how long it's been since he'd wanted something to play, just for himself. Unfortunately, the universe has decided that it's time for him to give it a little thought. (Lan Zhan, a burnt-out classical violinist, finds a little inspiration)

Lan Zhan takes a breath. His hands are in fists on his thighs. He stares down at them hopelessly, then carefully unclenches them, one finger at a time, before taking another breath and reaching for his lukewarm tea. He'll go out, tomorrow. Maybe in the late afternoon. Something quick. Something easy. He'll text his brother first, the short note of when he should be home, so he'll know to track him. He'll be fine, just like he said.