#wrong blog lmao

[davestaresatthesun]

Uh um uh uhhh auh. Uh

[divinefelinebast]

we lancin' today

[kouraikhryseai]

Dostoyevsky (fish) is no more :( but I’m making a tentative attempt to set up an ember tetra + betta community tank

[fldx]

the audio is lagging but tim just called rasmus “rastolainen”

[accurate-hsr-chats]

IGNORE THE LAST TWO POSTS, OOPS

[grimbalin]

I think I've made this post before but my sexiest little fun fact about myself is that oracles+tarot cards hate me+constantly predict my suffering+death

[defractum]

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

Additional Tags: 

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, journalist wwx, Writer LWJ, Kid Fic, Fluff and Angst, Childhood Friends, Pining, Mutual Pining, Mild Smut

Word count: 45k

Summary:

Flushing in embarrassment, Wei Ying hurries over to A-Yuan and crouches to place his hands on his shoulders. “A-Yuan, that’s enough,” he says. “Sorry, Lan Zhan, he used to go to a different bookstore where they host regular storytimes, I think he thinks you’re the designated storyteller for the day—”

He gets to his feet, holding A-Yuan at his hip, and glances up to look at Lan Zhan. It’s an awful, terrible, horrible mistake. This close, every detail of his face is utterly inescapable.

“Story time,” says A-Yuan, lower lip wobbling dangerously.

Wei Ying glances around, finding people staring curiously at the scene unfolding before them. “A-Yuan,” he hisses urgently. “We need to go. I’ll tell you a story on the way home, okay?”

“Do you really need to go?”

Wei Ying starts at Lan Zhan’s voice. He’s still looking steadily at him, an unreadable expression in his eyes.

(Seven years after running away from home to pursue a story that would expose one of the biggest media scandals in recent years, Wei Ying runs into the last person he’s expecting to see at a quaint, forgotten bookstore he hasn’t set foot in for a very long time.)

[gunpowderdtim]

If you saw art of jon tma no you didnt