Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Mike Driver
izzy's playlists!
occasionally subtle
PR's Tumblrdome
i don't do bad sauce passes
Andulka
AnasAbdin
$LAYYYTER
Love Begins
Monterey Bay Aquarium
One Nice Bug Per Day
KIROKAZE
blake kathryn
#extradirty
No title available
roma★
sheepfilms
d e v o n
No title available
seen from Luxembourg
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from Malaysia
seen from France
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from Brazil
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Türkiye
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Ireland
@seabluet
When you see something so overwhelmingly beautiful you freeze and want to cry, because no amount of work, no degree of skill will let you fully communicate it to someone so so far away, and even if one day you will have more beautiful moments together, this one is gone
If you look long enough into a mirror, SJ will look back into you
modern qijiu where Shen Jiu becomes very pettily obsessed with those tiktok "relationship theory" things and he's always asking Yue Qi to peel oranges for him or randomly dropping "i saw a bird today" into conversation. he has moved on from ketchup and starts knocking shit over to see if yue qi will clean it up for him. he's smart enough to know it's all bullshit but the tiktok girls convinced him "if he wanted to he would" and now hes incredibly unfair about it. yue qi gifts him a knitted sweater for Christmas and he has the modern equivalent of a qi deviation
when your art program’s closing message hits you straight in the heart and makes you stop and contemplate the state of it all
because of the huge response to this post, I decided to make a version of the art that includes the text
I’ve also uploaded this design to INPRNT, and all sales proceeds will be donated to environmental and humanitarian charities!
this is still going around with the old dead links - please help me share this version
QiJiu upon thee
EDIT: I just realised this is the 779th post on this blog
amazing
Shen Twins & Qi-ge
Yue Qingyuan finds out the Shen twins can be very convincing when they want something
SVSSS!G4G | @trashywaifuu | 347
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
oh shit
As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
Y'all know what to do Tumblr.
Yue Qingyuan: I would do anything for you
Shen Qingqiu: And if I want riches?
Yue Qingyuan: You can have all of mine, and if it's not enough then I'll get more
Shen Qingqiu: Your life?
Yue Qingyuan: It's already yours, I live to please you, and if I don't then you can take it
Shen Qingqiu: Children?
Yue Qingyuan, holding a baby: This is A-Yuan, but if you want a girl then I can find another one!
Shen Qingqiu: The end of the world?
Yue Qingyuan, holding Xin Mo in his other hand: I ventured down into the Abyss and picked this up, and with it I can end all life as we know it
Shen Qingqiu: Hmm, I suppose you're genuine. Hold on to that sword, I'm willing to give this world a few more years before burning it down
Yue Qingyuan: Yes Xiao Jiu ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
♥️♥️♥️Happy Valentines!♥️♥️♥️ May you spend it with your favorite shidi ~
They are in love like two stupid birds
«You may not sleep now, there are monsters nearby.»
Here’s a story about changelings:
Mary was a beautiful baby, sweet and affectionate, but by the time she’s three she’s turned difficult and strange, with fey moods and a stubborn mouth that screams and bites but never says mama. But her mother’s well-used to hard work with little thanks, and when the village gossips wag their tongues she just shrugs, and pulls her difficult child away from their precious, perfect blossoms, before the bites draw blood. Mary’s mother doesn’t drown her in a bucket of saltwater, and she doesn’t take up the silver knife the wife of the village priest leaves out for her one Sunday brunch.
She gives her daughter yarn, instead, and instead of a rowan stake through her inhuman heart she gives her a child’s first loom, oak and ash. She lets her vicious, uncooperative fairy daughter entertain herself with games of her own devising, in as much peace and comfort as either of them can manage.
Mary grows up strangely, as a strange child would, learning everything in all the wrong order, and biting a great deal more than she should. But she also learns to weave, and takes to it with a grand passion. Soon enough she knows more than her mother–which isn’t all that much–and is striking out into unknown territory, turning out odd new knots and weaves, patterns as complex as spiderwebs and spellrings.
“Aren’t you clever,” her mother says, of her work, and leaves her to her wool and flax and whatnot. Mary’s not biting anymore, and she smiles more than she frowns, and that’s about as much, her mother figures, as anyone should hope for from their child.
Mary still cries sometimes, when the other girls reject her for her strange graces, her odd slow way of talking, her restless reaching fluttering hands that have learned to spin but never to settle. The other girls call her freak, witchblood, hobgoblin.
“I don’t remember girls being quite so stupid when I was that age,” her mother says, brushing Mary’s hair smooth and steady like they’ve both learned to enjoy, smooth as a skein of silk. “Time was, you knew not to insult anyone you might need to flatter later. ‘Specially when you don’t know if they’re going to grow wings or horns or whatnot. Serve ‘em all right if you ever figure out curses.”
“I want to go back,” Mary says. “I want to go home, to where I came from, where there’s people like me. If I’m a fairy’s child I should be in fairyland, and no one would call me a freak.”
“Aye, well, I’d miss you though,” her mother says. “And I expect there’s stupid folk everywhere, even in fairyland. Cruel folk, too. You just have to make the best of things where you are, being my child instead.”
Mary learns to read well enough, in between the weaving, especially when her mother tracks down the traveling booktraders and comes home with slim, precious manuals on dyes and stains and mordants, on pigments and patterns, diagrams too arcane for her own eyes but which make her daughter’s eyes shine.
“We need an herb garden,” her daughter says, hands busy, flipping from page to page, pulling on her hair, twisting in her skirt, itching for a project. “Yarrow, and madder, and woad and weld…”
“Well, start digging,” her mother says. “Won’t do you a harm to get out of the house now’n then.”
Mary doesn’t like dirt but she’s learned determination well enough from her mother. She digs and digs, and plants what she’s given, and the first year doesn’t turn out so well but the second’s better, and by the third a cauldron’s always simmering something over the fire, and Mary’s taking in orders from girls five years older or more, turning out vivid bolts and spools and skeins of red and gold and blue, restless fingers dancing like they’ve summoned down the rainbow. Her mother figures she probably has.
“Just as well you never got the hang of curses,” she says, admiring her bright new skirts. “I like this sort of trick a lot better.”
Mary smiles, rocking back and forth on her heels, fingers already fluttering to find the next project.
She finally grows up tall and fair, if a bit stooped and squinty, and time and age seem to calm her unhappy mouth about as well as it does for human children. Word gets around she never lies or breaks a bargain, and if the first seems odd for a fairy’s child then the second one seems fit enough. The undyed stacks of taken orders grow taller, the dyed lots of filled orders grow brighter, the loom in the corner for Mary’s own creations grows stranger and more complex. Mary’s hands callus just like her mother’s, become as strong and tough and smooth as the oak and ash of her needles and frames, though they never fall still.
“Do you ever wonder what your real daughter would be like?” the priest’s wife asks, once.
Mary’s mother snorts. “She wouldn’t be worth a damn at weaving,” she says. “Lord knows I never was. No, I’ll keep what I’ve been given and thank the givers kindly. It was a fair enough trade for me. Good day, ma’am.”
Mary brings her mother sweet chamomile tea, that night, and a warm shawl in all the colors of a garden, and a hairbrush. In the morning, the priest’s son comes round, with payment for his mother’s pretty new dress and a shy smile just for Mary. He thinks her hair is nice, and her hands are even nicer, vibrant in their strength and skill and endless motion.
They all live happily ever after.
*
Here’s another story:
Keep reading
I made this a long time ago and was very nervous about posting it to Tumblr. I can’t really think of a good caption~ everything I wanted to say is in the little blurb at the beginning.
‘God of Arepo’ Fan-made graphic novel
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Read the Original Story Here
It all started when Fang Zhou was gone.
(I have no clue of flowers meaning, but this two are both wild-growing and poisonous.)
Whumpee with a very high physical pain tolerance… but not an emotional one. Whumpee who can withstand most physical torture without breaking a sweat, but is an emotional wreckage that can barely look at themselves in the mirror. It’s so hard to physically force them to do something, but manipulation is almost uncannily easy on them.
Fixing little damage after their private meeting
Quick genderbend sketch while I'm working on bigger projects
