the wangxian + a-yuan "dads with an adopted son" thing is fine and enjoyable in fanfics honestly but I think we as a fandom are really not utilizing the idea of all of them in unconventional familial structures enough. Like, canonically it wasn't so much that wwx was a-yuan's guardian as that a-yuan was being raised collectively by the wens and wwx was adopted INTO the larger wen family. And lwj got attached to him through that. A-yuan just has these very attached weird uncles/older cousin figures that aren't related to him by blood at all but keep sticking around.
Just think of a modern AU with a lot less death where lwj does as he does in canon and keeps showering a-yuan in gifts as much as he can and when wwx is like "aiyah lan zhan you're gonna spoil him. Not everyone is as rich as you! What's his family supposed to say if they can't buy him all the stuff you do?" lwj just goes "Hm". And from then on out every year once a-yuan's birthday is near the extended Wen family members (well. the ones that are invited that is. No one wants wen chao at a birthday party) wakes up to a wechat payment from lwj.
Random wen cousin number 6 texts granny like
cousin 6: i just got 400 yuan????
granny: oh that's just wangji
cousin 6: i've never met this guy in my life???
granny: he wants you to buy a-yuan a nice birthday present!
cousin 6: how does he know my bank account???
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i just want to say that these two have been on my mind literally all of january. the thought of the debauchery they would indulge in. bobby and his pretty boygirlfriend. using him as a decoy in robberies, his cute lil thing an easy distraction while he takes what he needs, allowing them both to easily slip away. getting to show off his pretty baby in clubs, having a sweet little thing as his passenger princess during long drives through the dessert. a doll for him to dress up and have hanging off his arm wherever they go. anyway <3
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Things I think would be cool to see in Tears of the kingdom
Zelda getting to be happy for more than 2 minutes
NPC’s reacting to Link’s fused weapons
Being able to pet animals
Zonai history
getting to add shit to Link’s house
Just a tiny reference of age of calamity like maybe from one of the new champions
what exactly is malice
more diary's to read we don’t respect privacy here
more minigames
minigames that involve the new champions
Found family moments with the new champions
the new champioNS WHERE ARE THEY
KASS TOO I KNOW THAT FUCKER IS HINDING SECRETS FROM ME
paya having more confidence :)
I wanna know what happened to the 10,000 years past champions
References to Skyward sword
actually scratch that just talk about that it directly cause we all see it
ganondorf talking about past heroes
Ganondorf just talking to Link as a person cause when you think about it those two have a lot in common
the arm spirt thingy actually being a past Link
actually seeing a bunch of past links again would be cool if the hero’s shade can do it so can the rest of them (wolf link canon please)
Not having to collect so many korok seeds...please I’m not strong enough to do it again
feel free to add!
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The idea of Aziraphale falling the angel version of Crowley but that person is no more and then Aziraphale falling for the demon Crowley is eating my brain...
aziraphale fell for an angel who carved out the stars and when crowley crawled from his burnt up body, aziraphale loved a demon with scales and yellow eyes just as much. crowley fell from heaven and built himself back up from the ashes of who he used to be and aziraphale didn't even blink before loving him with his whole being. crowley has the capacity to be both of these iterations of himself, he changes and sheds his skin and aziraphale just keeps loving him. the angel that crowley used to be doesn't exist anymore but that's just fine because there isn't a crowley that aziraphale wouldn't love.
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I am tired in all the ways a human can be tired.
Emotionally.
Physically.
Mentally.
Spiritually.
I am tired to my very bones. There is no place in this world where I can rest because even my dreams are tired.
The burdens heaped upon my shoulders, invisible to all except my fellow kindred spirits, who know weariness as intimately as I do because we walk the same path. They know despair's weight in their hearts, they know melancholy's sigh in their ears, they know the shining hope that flutters between their fingers, desperate to grasp it's golden wings as it eludes them.
This is the year, they tell me, their smiles soft and tired, their voices strong, this is the year we will be free. I want to return their smile, I want to nod my head, I want to hope.
But hope is a golden bird forever out of reach. After so many years I can no longer hear its song.
I want to rest, beneath the olive tree my grandfather planted. I want to listen to the birds singing.
From the River to the Sea,
Palestine will be Free.
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