#serious fluff

[krakoawasforlovers]

They are so cute.

[admirableadmiranda]

Sangsang, do you happen to have any more headcanon/ideas about the modern day hippie Lan sect? Or maybe how Wangxian meet in this AU?

Ah, hello my most cordial of Crows.

Do I happen to have any more? Do I?

Let's open the floodgates, shall we?

Lan Qiren smokes weed because he is a rigid wound up person all the time and is infinitely more tolerable once he's had a hit. Frequently can be seen giving lectures on things like sustainable farming while high as a kite. He needs to stress out less.

Madam Lan and QHJ met while in holding cells overnight for protesting. They fell in love immediately and still live in the commune today. While they still only had the two (literal twins this time) boys, they got to raise them together and be happy. Lan Wangji's first memory is helping his mother plant gentians outside their home.

The rabbits just live in the hippie commune with them. They were rescued during a protest on an animal testing place and brought back to live with them. You must watch your step for there may be random bunnies suddenly.

Lan Xichen became an environmental lawyer so that he can help his family legally show up to protest and get them right back out of jail if all else fails. Cops dread him showing up in a suit instead of his long comfy flowing white robes because it means hours of sweet smiles and stubborn insistence on following the laws.

They grow all their own food and weave their own clothes. They are known as the Lans collectively since their founder and the twins' great grandfather is Lan An who eloped out of his temple with his to be wife and gathered a bunch of like minded people to live peacefully and away from the cruel industrial world. They are very old now but still live peacefully in the commune as well, leading meditation and song circles.

Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen grew up singing and creating music together. Their world was filled with song from the day they were born. They got to run around barefoot in the grass with other kids in the commune and be happy. Lan Wangji is still a serious child, but he is nowhere near as closed off or withdrawn, it is simply his nature to be somewhat reserved.

Wangxian met at a farmers market. Lan Wangji was there to sell produce and look at crafts, Wei Wuxian was there with his parents and his adopted Wen siblings and dancing along with a local band playing and having a wonderful time in the sunshine. Lan Wangji immediately fell in love and after some gentle pushing by his twin to go up and talk to the dancer, managed to hit it off and they were dating in like a week. Wei Wuxian greatly enjoys the commune and finds it a very peaceful place to be. He and his family are honorary parts of the Lans as well, always welcome as they are.

Someday I should come up with a fic where I can write all of this, it's just too much fun not to share.

[harmonyandco]

Hermione invites Harry over to her house to have his first sleepover experience. Of course, she has a checklist, but this time it's for all the right reasons. They bake, watch movies, eat popcorn, and, naturally, have pillow fights. But while Hermione is laying on her bed, face red and laughter filling the room after an intense battle, how could you expect Harry to not kiss her?

@harmoniouseclipse

[200and21bees]

Sherlock, returning from the loo and climbing back to bed. John, nuzzling his cheek, half asleep. "S'lock, no flushing at night, r'member? Noisy pipes," he mumbles against Sherlock's neck.

"Right, sorry," Sherlock whispers, spooning John and kissing the nape of his neck. "Apology accepted," John whispers back, snuggling into the embrace. And soon they're asleep again.

Reblog if you agree.

[fangirlmess1]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Sorry to spam the like 20 people who actually follow me, but felt the need to catch this up to date. Oh yeah, and this remains about my favorite chapter I’ve written in a while. 

[dalliancedujour]

Fashion slash art / material / design slanted dalliances of the morning: cooler-weather looking-ahead-assed bold color aficionado total win… in the Placito Domingo (sic) Olvera Street adjacent brick road planting spaces: I totally stirred up and spilled out some way-beyond, adventerous mierda about a week ago, when things got contentious during the buildup to the KKK thing, the #standardwhiteguy meme thing became my jaunt of the month, beyond shitsicles du jour contentious coffee table literature culture introspective pieces, retro-fitted to be trite… all dente, if I may be so self-indulgent as to gloat, beyond.

I did, also, achieve loving affection and trite AFFF park dirt-run walking zone (adjacent) romance with a tried and true woman, of veritable female-born pedigree, I’m nearly sooooo AFF fuckin certain, and it was so everything, so trite, so totally okay, though, in light of all the LGBT contentious ass shite-smell trite AFF shown-up stature, lately, of that whole jaunt. We totally, totally, afterwards, went to the nearby church and cleaned up and enjoyed a free du jour breakfast, no doubt funded by people who jaunt for USC type shit… as far as the cafe, nightlife, religious, social work, and community outreach thing goes…

Ostensibly, a feature-ass standard of lifestyle introduction entertainment by the heritage-grown, orchard-pride vetted current-generation, “young mavericks” of south Los Angeles, burgeoning upon an emerging cosmopolitan metropolis, so world class, muah, (slithering tongue thing) as is in the case of my jaunt - ostensible stomping grounds, lately (okay, she looked like the pretty older lady from “touched by an angel;” in perspective, retro specs-ed, “quote,” (there could be some profane trite shit like F'ed YM type of stuff here, commonly, lately, but, no. A lady is a lady, and it was a beautiful departure from the du jour dailies lately, of “dudes tryna rail me AFF fuck,…” (Who did that to you when you were younger…? rhetorical.)

Anyways, it was valid as romance can be, I’ll let it stand at that.

But hand-crocheted cardigan: bold, at that? In rouge?

You’d totally think I’m sooooo fuckin homo, unless you actually knew me, or unless you see it jaunted, out in the wild, in DTLA, by day - or night; perhaps for a week or several straight, that’s how jaunt okay it looks - (on a guy like me, at least).

Pfffffsssssssshhhhbhbbwwwwwww

Okay.

And then, the novelty affinity, most-trite interest thing, for a real aficionado of design / material / form-type shit… since I’m classy… cox. 2, preferably… that’s the trite AFF lifestyle jaunt that everybody so relates to, yet to see the broken payphone shit jaunted out and twisted, in discarded street litter form, - while - aficionado of design type shit?

Pretty jaunt ass shit to see, for a guy like me, about towwwwnnn… I picked it up for an illustration study-to-be/do.

Ohhhmfggg okay.

The point? It was totally, totally, totally… a validated ass splotch, for the sake of restraining my baser impulses to call it what it could have been… So trite, along the park, in the pine needles, by the walkway. Pretty trite, yet so nature, ostensibly, Christian moderate Norman Rockwell -asspad shitless…

That valid. After a weekend like DTLA Proud weekend shit going on…?

So valid.

Trite?

Try… This … Ego… AFFF mother fucker….

That’s how they want me to look.

The truth? So pigeons and romance type stuff. There’s no good way to end it, its just contentious.

[supernaturalkitten]

A Litle Sunday Fluff

After Dean proposes to Sam, finally, after being nervous for weeks about it.

Dean is very sweet and his palms are sweaty on the night he does it. The bunker is quiet, he sent everyone away for the night....only after he had help making dinner because he was afraid to mess it up, he wanted everything to be perfect....

There is soft music, candle light and they dance after dinner, slowly holding each other, they don't talk much....Sam knows (or hopes he knows, he's crossing his fingers, what Dean is up to) and is loving every minute of this evening Dean has put together for him, for them....

As they sway slowly to the music, Sam thinks how lucky he is that Dean after all this time loves him like this, and that Dean will show this side of himself to Sam and only Sam. Dean has a softer side, that only belongs to Sam and Sam eats up these moments like the gummy worms he loves so much.

The proposal itself is sweet and loving and full of tears and hugs, on both sides, Sam kisses Dean's happy tears off his cheeks after Dean puts the ring on his finger, set with Sam's birthstone, Emerald. Sam has a surprise of his own when he pulls out a ring box and presents Dean with a ring he had made for him, it's almost identical to Sam's, only with Dean's birthstone, a Garnet. They kiss, sweetly, passionately, and stare at each others hands with their rings on it

Sam and Dean know that this is just another part of their bond that makes it deeper. They are after all Soul Mates, have always been each others half that makes them whole. It is their affirmation to each other of that bond that was forged eons ago, after all the garbage they go through, it's always them, together, now and always.....