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[c-23-p]

“I am surprised at how awesome I am” lmfaooo

[hyperfixationsstation]

the media for this collection is just so soft i cant handle it 😭😭🥹🥹

[frenchgirlxuswnt]

🌈🌈🌈 "An inner knowing. A pocket of protected peace. Home to privacy and inward reflections and an intuition about Who.I.Am.

This is where I pride. Safe from the surfers and the storms above, my pride is nurtured. It is within me and around me. It is in my moments of quiet self-reflection. It is in my relationship, in the sacred knowing that I am with her for no other reason than love. Nothing but me. And her. And love." 🥰❤️🏳️‍🌈

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[coldxperience]

Ghost of You

• summary;; Wei Wuxian is dead, but his ghost never leaves his lover's side. To the point where he might come back ? • wc;; 1k • genres;; historical! au, The Untamed/MDZS alternative ending, fluff ? • ao3;; find the fic here - link

a/n;; This work was actually written a year ago for my English literature class, we had to write many fictional short novels. I had to write one inspired by them ♡ hope you like it.

“Then, Wei Ying, I will wait for you”. “You know I’ll always come back”, he whispered.

But he never did. This time, Lan Wangji lost his lover. Everything felt unreal like it never happened.. but it did.

And so Lan Wangji waited. He waited for something only he knew. He laid face down on the sheets and stared at Bichen and Chenqing, both their instruments next to each other. Even their instruments looked like they belonged together, the light and the dark together as one.

Time should heal him — years of pain, a price he was ready to pay for their love, even if it meant feeling him by his side, till the end. Years after years, years of fighting and years of training. Even if it meant leaving wounds wide open on his heart and spilling blood across the floor — just so that Lan Wangji could stand between Wei Ying and the rest of the world at the time he dared not.

He needed to, he had to. The desperate hope he carried, a hope that kept his heart beating. He would walk down the mountains to get jars of Emperor’s Smile, his lover’s favorite liquor, sometimes lost in memories when he used to scold him for bringing alcohol to the Cloud Recesses and breaking its rules. The rules he broke so many times in the past, and most importantly, Wei Ying breaking the rules is how they met each other for the first time.

Wangji planned out a routine of visiting their secret and safe place, starting by looking at the bunnies. Wangji had always denied loving them, even if he knew very well his lover knew his love for the little furry creatures - using this to his advantage to keep them safe at the Cloud Recesses, not only them but his loud donkey, Little Apple named after the animal’s love for the fruit. He would walk up the mountains just like any other day, bringing both their instruments. He would sit down and play for hours next to a pound, the beautiful melody coming together with the calm sound of the waves from the waterfall — their melody, always hoping for his beloved to appear down the hill, laughing, running, calling out his name. He played it, the sweet melody of their love, the one Wangji wrote for him, a little time after they first met, as annoyed as he was with Wei Ying’s loud behavior, he fell for him.

He never regretted it — falling for him. It was never a mistake for Lan Wangji.

[...]

Gusu was a place Wei Ying never thought he would go by his own will; his lover was there but he never liked that place full of rules — which he often broke regardless anyway. Seeing and being to Gusu as a ghost was a whole different story. He could see how Wangji was making himself busy, how he tried to forget.. even if it was for a short instant that he was now alone. But he could also see how hurt, sad, and devastated he was. Although Wangji never fully expressed his feelings to anyone, when in fact, for him, Wangji's eyes could tell millions of things. Anyone close to him could now tell, even if he had always been someone serious by his look; he was deeply hurt and it could be seen. This pained Wei Ying a lot, he was following him around like a wandering soul. He talked to him even if Wangji could not hear him; he felt like deep down, Wangji knew he was by his side. Wei Ying could see how much the most beautiful person in Gusu cared for him. He saw. He could see how much attention he was giving to things they did together, memories of their adventures. Wei Ying laughed when he saw him taking care of the bunnies, he never admitted to loving them out loud, the start of their journey together. Or when Wangji went over the hundreds of pages he had to write as a punishment for breaking the Cloud Recesses rules on his first stay there. Ying could only smile when looking back on the past; many things happened to them, good and bad. He who despised Gusu so much never spent so much time there, he would never get tired of observing the one who owns his heart.

Wei Ying spent years like this, as a ghost, a soul in the world of the living. Following someone around for 16 years total. He sat down many times, smiling fondly wishing to be by his side again.

“Then, Wei Ying, I will wait for you” “You know I’ll always come back”, he whispered.

Lan Wangji would always remember those words, this exact moment. He played their melody again while he was lost in memories of their good times together, a wish to go back in time. “Lan Zhan,” said a voice, a so familiar voice — a voice he could hear in his dreams. “Lan Zhan!” Wangji looked up to see someone happily walking, showing off a bright smile, his bright smile — here he is, his lover. He did come back after all, as promised. “Wangji, Wangji”, he said with his usual malicious tone. “I know you missed me; I’ve seen you do all these things for me”, he came closer fondly smiling at the one who waited for him still looking at him. “For us.”

“Wei Ying is the sun, the music, and my soul. This one does not need or want anything else but Wei Ying’s heart, in exchange for mine”, are the words Lan Wangji said that night in their home. They played their melody, the two of them again, the Bichen player never felt so happy to hear the sound of Chenqing, to see Wei Ying in front of him playing the flute, the wind softly running in his hair as the sunset. They felt like home, felt complete again.

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[fakevariety]

two things i want to hear more about on the recap show:

tc’s 1v1s

christens post game rituals 😏👀

[noisystudentathleteprune]

people with re-inc subscriptions…anyone want to be a doll and take a pic of what was written on tiernas revolutionary 11 highlight today and send it to me please

it’s for research purposes and I am broke

[hami-photos]

Thanks for the slides re-inc!

[taylorrecordbreakingswift]

not me wanting jill ellis back because hearing how fine tuned their strategies and training were for the world cups makes me think vlatko throws ideas on a dart board and wings it

[th1777]

re-inc re-create

[elopez55]

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[c-23-p]

Christen speaking on her experience in Chicago and mentioning that it was Tobin that helped get her out of that toxic environment

[hyperfixationsstation]

tobin should always be allowed to speak 🤭

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 56

Jaskier's tears magically heal whatever they fall on. Whether he's blessed, or has fae blood, etc etc is all up to you Geralt learned when he had a certainly fatal injury and his bard cried over him, only for the wounds to miraculously lessen in intensity, to the point he could stitch them up and he'd be fine in a couple of days. The only issue is that certain enemies are getting word of Jaskier's abilities, and are now desperately seeking some way to steal Geralt's bard from him in order to use those powers for themselves.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Brett Samuels at The Hill, via NewsNation:

Susie Wiles, who led President-elect Trump’s campaign for the past two years, will serve as his chief of staff when he takes office in January. “Susie Wiles just helped me achieve one of the greatest political victories in American history, and was an integral part of both my 2016 and 2020 successful campaigns,” Trump said in a statement. “Susie is tough, smart, innovative, and is universally admired and respected. Susie will continue to work tirelessly to Make America Great Again,” he added. “It is a well deserved honor to have Susie as the first-ever female Chief of Staff in United States history. I have no doubt that she will make our country proud.” The chief of staff pick was the first administration post Trump has announced since he clinched the presidency in the early hours of Wednesday morning. Wiles is a widely respected GOP operative from Florida who has avoided the spotlight even as she steered Trump’s third White House campaign alongside Chris LaCivita. She navigated the largely male-dominated campaign without making enemies, and Trump allies were quick to congratulate her on the role.

[...] Chief of staff is seen as the most influential job in the White House, aside from the presidency itself, and Wiles will be tasked with managing Trump and his team of at-times competing factions — a job that proved difficult and thankless during his first term. Trump went through four chiefs of staff during his first term in office. His first pick, Reince Priebus, lasted six months before being replaced by John Kelly, who has since become an outspoken critic of Trump.

Susie Wiles named as 2nd Trump term WH Chief of Staff. Wiles is the first woman to occupy the position.

[prcg]

Reince Preibus y Donna Brazile chocan por la retórica de Trump

Reince Preibus y Donna Brazile, quienes presidieron respectivamente los Comités Nacionales Republicano y Demócrata, quedaron atrapados en un acalorado debate sobre qué era más dañino para la democracia: intentos de asesinato o mentiras llanas. La pareja era miembro de un panel en ABC. Esta semana el domingo, pero decidieron apoderarse del tiempo de emisión con su acalorado intercambio. Cuando el…