i strongly believe that in any universe modern or otherwise lwj uses lan xichen as a kind of confessional like a catholic priest. he literally comes into lan xichen's room at four pm precisely because that's the scheduled time that he allows himself to share an Emotion with his brother and sits down and says in a distinctly monotone yet perfectly recognisably anguished tone 'brother i have sinned' and lan xichen sighs very quietly because he doesn't want to hurt his brother's feelings and puts down his pen and says 'is this about wei wuxian' very gently and Lan Wangji is like 'mn' because it has never once Not been about wei wuxian. and then he says something that is Kind Of Weird, But Still Not A Sin like 'he fell asleep when we were studying and i watched his ribcage moving up and down for thirty eight minutes until he choked on nothing and woke himself up; am i evil' and once again lan xichen will kind of not-sigh in a way that makes it very obvious that in all other ways except physical he Is, Indeed, Sighing and has to reassure the most rigidly distraught younger brother in the history of mankind that what he is suffering from is in fact a malady known colloquially as a crush
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i think criticism of le ss*rafim is valid but they're the gg of the quarter where everyone thinks it's quirky and fun to be hateful and weird. it's not even about singing or performing anymore. it's just to earn i'm just like everyone points to be so obsessively hateful. like why am i seeing a comment section of gg stans jumping at the chance to validate a man that a member is icky ???¿
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the shooter is not nonbinary, that rumor was spread by far right trolls
no it wasn’t. his defense attorneys literally said so and asked that the court refer to him with they/them pronouns and as mx. in the formal record.
who told you that was a rumor made up by far right trolls? it was reported in the times
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I had a dream Walter White and Gus Fring were serving Drug Penance in a broad sunlit park plaza next to a shopping district. Drug Penance was a highly choreographed ritual like the changing of the guards in Athens or Buckingham Palace.
Walt and Gus wore matching beige suits standing about 30 feet apart, across the broadest paved path. They made cryptic hand gestures before slowly, silently, and methodically walking towards each other. Upon meeting at the center of the path, if anyone was between them, Walt and Gus would brandish these incredibly ornate handguns that looked more like vintage radios than weapons and drag that unfortunate person into a tiny whitewashed windowless octagonal concrete kiosk with a pointed roof where they would be locked until police cars came to arrest them around 15 minutes later.
Walt and Gus did this over and over for ten hours every day. I never saw them eat or rest during Drug Penance but sometimes I saw them buy dinner at the end of the day. They didn't target any specific individuals, and you could easily walk around them as they slowly made their way towards each other. They were stationed at the biggest exit of the shopping district, and during heavy foot traffic, a few people would inevitably be arrested. People made a game of running between them as close as possible without getting caught. Sometimes a clearly incapacitated or restrained person would be dumped in the center of the path. It was interesting enough to warrant a smattering of observers. There were a few snack vendor carts set up nearby but not every day.
Those ornate handguns were incredibly rare and coveted. Walt and Gus were constantly being bothered and attacked, since it was legal for anyone to do anything they want to them, but in return, they could do literally anything as long as it was to protect themselves and continue Drug Penance. Every couple weeks or so, Walt or Gus would resort to killing someone. The police did nothing except retrieve people from the windowless kiosk.
This was going on incidentally during my main focus of going to a spa in the shopping district. I'd be on my way home from the spa, lost in thought wondering if the same stranger would be at the spa again and how to introduce myself if they were, then absently remember to get out of the way of Drug Penance. Another day, the spa responded to asphalt-melting summer heat by removing all doors and cutting all non-structural walls to shoulder height and painting everything various shades of purple, and I'd be thinking, "Yeah I really like this setup. This is actually really cool." while in the distance, I can see Gus getting curbstomped by 15 people.
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