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The Untamed x Ao3 Funny tags Pt 3.
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this may be the single shitpostiest thing I’ve ever inflicted on your blog
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submitted by @apardonablemonomania
holy fuck you werent kidding
do u ever think about how lan wangji and jiang yanli would’ve been the softest siblings-in-law who would cook for wei ying together 😭😭
Wow this hit me hard.
Lan Wangji was a tall man. Only a little taller than her brothers, but the way he stood, the perfectly straight line of his spine and neck, made him seem tall enough to touch the clouds.
Jiang Yanli supposed he had often enough.
Standing beside him made her feel small in a way A-Cheng and A-Xian didn’t. When he wasn’t standing behind her with his weight shifted and his hip cocked with a glare that dared the whole world to try to upset her, A-Cheng was leaning forward, body curving in a way that would be looming if not for the gentle look on his face. A-Xian bounced and danced, always bending down to her eye level and twisting to face her like a flower arching toward the sun.
Lan Wangji stood, mountainous, his head only tipping down a fraction, strange gold eyes sifted down to meet hers through long lashes to meet her gaze squarely.
“Lotus pork rib soup?” she repeated, tipping her chin up a little higher and considering lifting herself on the balls of her feet so he would not be looking so very far down at her.
“Mn. For Wei Ying.”
Jiang Yanli lifted one hand to hide her smile behind her sleeve.
Cute. How cute!
“Of course A-Ji, I would be happy to teach you!” Lan Wangji blinked at the endearment, but followed with a biddable “mn” behind her as she lead the way to the kitchen.
The kitchen was empty. Though they did have cooks for special occasions, Jiang sect had long taken pride in self sufficiency. They cooked their own daily meals and brewed their own tea. From disciples taking turns in the larger kitchens of the barracks, to the Jiang clan themselves. Jiang Yanli listed off the vegetables they would need to chop as she reached for an apron, then paused and turned back to Lan Wangji as she realized she was getting ahead of herself.
To her surprise, he easily reached for an apron - indisputably A-Xian’s by the embroidered doodle of Wei WuXian holding a steaming pot - and tied it on over his immaculately white robes and headed for the baskets of fresh lotus pods and vegetables. Jiang Yanli had to press her lips together hard not to laugh, and was surprised to see him select the correct knife and begin to chop them into precise slices.
So she wouldn’t be teaching him to cook, only the recipei.
“A-Ji, you’re so skillful, do you cook often?”
“Mn. Everyday. For Wei Ying.”
Jiang Yanli’s eyebrows rose. “Oh? I thought only servants cooked in Cloud Recesses.” She was sure she’d heard Wei WuXian grumbling about some rule about leaving to a tradesman his own skill that got him in trouble when he’d tried his hand a carpentry when the Wen’s houses were being built on the outskirts of Caiyi. Or was that he’d gotten banned from the kitchens for burning every delicate Lan mouth with a bit of spice?
“I like to make him meals. They make him happy.” Lan Wangji’s voice was even. A simple, irrefutable statement. As had been his unexpected love confession during a visit to Yiling that had begun to clear the darkness from Wei WuXian’s eyes and paved the way for him to leave the Burial Mounds at last.
“Mm, food always makes A-Xian happy.” Jiang Yanli craned her neck to look up at him until he turned toward her and held out a bowl of sliced lotus roots. “But I think you make him happiest of all. Thank you.”
Lan Wangji’s ears reddened and he ducked his head slightly. “No thanks needed.” He didn’t shuffle in place or clear his throat awkwardly, but managed to convey the same pleased embarrassment she so enjoyed teasing out of her brothers.
“What is the next step?” he asked after a minute.
“Well, first-” Jiang Yanli couldn’t stop smiling as she taught Lan Wangji how to make Wei WuXian’s favorite soup. As they fell into a rhythm, she began to hum softly, a song her father had always favored when he was in a bright mood. It made her think of good days.
To her surprise, a deep voice joined hers, effortlessly taking up an accompanying tune that did not drown her softer, higher pitch, but complimented it. The soft, faint smile on Lan Wangji’s face was an even greater surprise.
Oh A-Xian! she thought happily, how lucky you are!
Jiang Yanli spent the rest of the morning in a kitchen full of sunlight and song and taught her brother-in-law to make all of Wei WuXian’s favorite Yunmeng meals. The pleased look warming that normally jade-still face as he hefted a heavily laden tray filled her heart with affection.
As Lan Wangji headed to the rooms he shared with her brother, intent on waking his husband with breakfast and a heart full of love, Jiang Yanli set her feet toward the ancestor hall. She would offer incense and thanks for such a lovely brother-in-law.
I did not expect this reverse uno card move and now I’M hurt
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the softest and most elegant, lovely pair of siblings in law!!!!!
Taking place in England the owners of the yard slowly kept adding sections to the contraption so when the squirrel learned one section and got the nuts, they’d add another section. It took over 2 weeks to get to the final product you see in the video.
How to train your backyard squirrel into an unstoppable ninja menace and make your neighbors resent you forever. (It is, in fact, tunnier with the sound turned on.)
Dun! Dun! Dun-dun DUN! DUN!
Me: "it's 3.30 AM i should really go to sleep now"
My Brain:
I’m losing my shit avhsqafgshssb
Ok but when Freddie says “I don’t know the words after this fuck it now” and then Brian sings: a whole mood
why is it always that the sign that the robot/AI is becoming ~*too human*~ is when they fall in looove
give me a robot who realizes they’ve ~*exceeded their programmed parameters*~ when they get incredibly emotionally attached to their favorite movie and start writing fanfiction about it
Tags: a robot who gets a pet and suddenly this small animal is more important than their programmed mission a robot who discovers they really REALLY like chocolate a robot who accidentally breaks a household appliance and cries in frustration a robot who is woken up by their programmer and mumbles ‘five more minutes’ god there are so many human things for a robot to do I LOVE IT GIVE ME ALL OF THESE STORIES
A robot that gets into an editing war on Wikipedia because this other person is wrong and not citing sources and clearly biased and no it will do that calculations later because this is important.
A robot who doesn’t like one scientist because it thinks her hair is stupid.
A robot that finds logical paradoxes meant to disable it incredibly funny as if they’re jokes and comes up with its own.
A robot that develops a deep interest with a random trivial object like doorbells, dice, or ribbons and devotes a lot of its processing power to studying them. Fascinating.
A robot that was broken down for a while until some animal nested inside it and after it was repaired it was honored that an organic creature chose it as its shelter.
A robot that likes the class of the human-visible electromagnetic spectrum designated as ‘aquamarine’ (#66CDAA) and surrounds itself with this colour as much as possible, even collecting (or stealing) all objects of this colour. Similar colours like sea blue or teal will not be accepted.
“I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.”
— Franz Kafka, a diary entry dated 23 March 1914 (via hnji)
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This is TLC’s 25th birthday, and we are celebrating in a big way! We are proud to announce that as of today, we will no longer be called the Trichotillomania Learning Center. Our new name is The TLC Foundation for BFRBs. Our new name reflects the full community we serve, those affected by all body-focused repetitive behaviors, including skin picking, nail biting, and cheek biting, as well as hair pulling. Our mission has not changed: to end the suffering caused by body-focused repetitive behaviors. We’ve reached millions of people with our educational campaigns, and transformed isolation and despair into a strong and vibrant community. We’ll be adding more and more resources for all BFRBs, and continue to drive research for treatment, and a cure.
Now we are preparing to reach hundreds of millions more. Check out our new website - www.bfrb.org.
me: *notices a Spot*
brain: fix it
me: ??? it'll fix itself in a few da-
brain: Fix It
to any person with trich or derma
you are strong, an episode does not make you weak. tomorrow is a new day. i believe in you.
every dermatologist ever: your skin will be much healthier if you dont touch and pick at it
me, as my hands scour my face for new skin to pick: u right fam, u right
me: okay im not going to pick my skin ever again
me, 2 minutes later, fingers and half of my face covered with blood: ah,
Me: *walks past mirror*
My shit brain: time to Lean™