I literally forgot I have 4 fic wips in my notes rn
seen from Oman
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I literally forgot I have 4 fic wips in my notes rn
Me realizing I need to practice drawing if I don't want to keep drawing 1 incomplete drawing every 3-5 months
[realizes i need 2 make a name for that town because i now have two ppl living in it]
AYO NEW JIN AND JAY PICS JUST DROPPED
From this picrew, I honestly love this one...also shout out to @return-of-a-space-cowboy I yoinked it off of them
we live in a twilight world and there are no friends at dusk
on the flipside of lan wangji’s ~trajectory~: where is wei wuxian, emotionally, in the slaughter xuanwu cave?
Lan Wangji: If you don’t mean it, then you don’t flirt with someone. Wei Wuxian: I didn’t flirt with you anyway.
When he’s been doing, of course, nothing but that since the second, if not the first, time they met. But! I guess! He didn’t think of it that way: he just likes Lan Zhan so so so much, he just wants to get a reaction out of him, he wants to tease him, he wants to be near him, and if he remarks that Lan Zhan is good-looking, well, it’s just because it’s true...
But he’s not flirting with him, oh no! It’s not anything like that - they’re just friends. Wei Wuxian likes girls... he’s not a cutsleeve! Not that there’d be anything wrong with that. He’s just, y’know, not. He would know!
And he's tragically lacking the concept of BISEXUALITY: IT EXISTS, and I can think he’s an idiot, but, y’know, he’s a teenager in fantasy ancient China. As a teenager in modern America, (... twenty years ago, now, give or take), I myself went on plenty about my totally just aesthetic appreciation of other girls (inside my own head, I was not that dumb); I wrote ~platonic poetry~ for someone once. In which I praised her beauty. I have no stones to throw.
(alternatively, he could also be gay and in denial of it: but I read him as more okay with eventually realizing that he is attracted to dudes than that would imply, and also his flirting with girls as more genuine. ~shrug.~)
How do I say this ... I'm running out of clothes.
I haven't done laundry in forever (really truly deeply forever) so I'm down to sleep shorts that I've had easily since the seventh grade (can't tell you how they fit) and this muscle t-shirt thing from the thrift store that doesn't fit all that well (if it's not tucked in or purposely tied up it just rides over my tummy : ((( )