Wei Ying and Lan Zhan’s tears
I literally broke when he cried. I screamed a little.
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Wei Ying and Lan Zhan’s tears
I literally broke when he cried. I screamed a little.
First and “last” Lan Zhan
mo dao zu shi || first encounters
with an abrupt pain on his wrist, the flute melody had stopped. wei wuxian thought, oh no, and turned around to look. his sight collided with lan wangji’s eyes.
My crops are watered, my skin is clear, their love is immortal and I will die by this ship to preserve their smiles.
You can't even rip it out of my cold dead hands because I'll come back as a fierce corpse to protect it.
Amen and Ramen!
You never took me to Yunmeng…
Don't mind me, just over here laying in a pool of my own tears....
Game: You need to be about level 20 to defeat this boss!
Me: oh geez I better go do some grinding
Me, two weeks later overleveled by 80, returning to the boss: I’m your god now
Game: You need to be about level 20 to defeat this boss!
My level 2 ass who is about to have a come-to-Jesus meeting: that is just a recommendation right?
Two types of gamers
ill pay u $7 to have a crush on me
“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.
During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, "Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a "sinner" and already dead to her, and that she wouldn't even claim his body when he died.
“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, "Oh, momma. I knew you’d come", and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, "I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family's large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, "They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here'd come the money. That's how we'd buy medicine, that's how we'd pay rent. If it hadn't been for the drag queens, I don't know what we would have done", Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family's plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the 'Cemetery Angel'.”— by Ra-Ey Saley
She’s 60 now, she’s still doing activist and advocacy work, and working on a memoir.
Everybody talks about Jenna Marbles but how long are we gonna keep ignoring this god
Every time MacDoesIt uploads his titles put me through several moral dilemmas
Your three most recent emojis are your main personality traits
So in lore, vampires have this trait that I’ve almost never seen used, and that’s the fact that vampires are OBSESSED with counting things. Like, the Count on Sesame Street was almost certainly created specifically as a vampire because of this piece of lore.
Like, I read this vampire book years and years ago that explained that a surefire way to protect yourself from vampires getting into your house was to spread a ton of seeds on your doorstep–poppy and mustard seeds were particularly recommended for the purpose. Basically, if you suspected someone to be a vampire, all you had to do was drop a sackful of seeds on the ground in front of them.
If they didn’t immediately start counting them, they were not a vampire. However, if they WERE a vampire, they’d be seized with the urge to count all the seeds and they would not budge from that spot until they knew how many seeds there were in total. The point was to keep them there until the sun came up and killed them, because if they hadn’t counted all the seeds by sunrise they wouldn’t be able to leave. Presumably you could just go about the rest of your evening as normal, though no word on whether it’s possible to make them lose count and start over.
Having remembered this piece of lore, I want fewer stories about brooding tortured Edward Cullen-esque vampires. I want to start seeing more stories about math nerd vampires.
Vampire accountants who are an honest company’s best asset and a corrupt company’s bane because they are frighteningly accurate with the accounts and will not hesitate to blow the whistle on a CEO scamming money because fuck you for making the numbers wrong.
Vampire cashiers that don’t need to look at the register screen because they already mentally calculated your total. 10-items-or-less vampires who know goddamn well you have 20 items in that basket and NO, you cannot just slip in with the rest.
Vampire math tutors who are constantly in high demand and have to hold lotteries to see who gets to be tutored by them.
MATH NERD VAMPIRES
If anyone would like the term for this, it’s arithmomania.
“But sir, he’s a vampire!!!” “Vampire or not, he’s the best damn accountant we have here, and i’d let him drink my blood before i fire him!”
“still less of a leech than Matt in legal. Fuck matt”
Okay but also, vampires as drug dealers- a profession that requires extremely quick, extremely accurate counting. “You’re 5 dollars short.” “There’s 50,000 dollars in there at least, how the fuck did you count that fast-” “Pay up or I will drink you like a slurpee.”
yesssssssss
I always wonder, is Tumblr THAT gay or am I just following all the gay people?
listen, i once had a straight friend over and she opened her tumblr and i didn’t even recognize the website i’m not kidding
I think about this a lot
“Everything the light touches is our kingdom.”
“What about that shadowy place?”
“That is straight Tumblr, Simba, you must never go there.”
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I got to marry my wife, and our pupper was our flower girl. 2.5 years ago this wasn’t possible, as it wasn’t legal in Australia. It rained our whole wedding day, but was so worth it in the end with our phenomenal photographer.
op this looks absolutely magical
I forgot homophobia was a thing and i spent about 5 seconds wondering why it was ever illegal to have a dog as a flower girl
What do you mean that I have to physically write a fic in order for it to be written? This is some bullshit.
Why don’t I just re-imagine it in my head with increasingly more detail as I lie in my bed and stare at the ceiling. Also if I get one detail wrong I have to start from square one
I know I’m the op but #mood
Honestly, I feel this on so many levels it's a bit pathetic.
Just as I thought I am over the spideypool trip…
You get never truly over it…
…
never…
you can’t tell me if peter and miles weren’t stuck together for like 2 more days that peter wouldn’t start calling himself spider-dad