#sometimes I forget

[teddybeartoji]

sometimes i just get slapped across the face with the fact that i am indeed . disabled brooo this shit is awfullll😭😭😭

[mumblelard]

the storms brought a cool breeze along and i opened all the windows and even the lodger enjoyed the change

walking back from the library by the shortcut through the woods, i saw a big old auntie tree had fallen in the night and i full smelt the damp of the wet ground that had failed to hold her roots. through the canopy, i could see just enough of the sky to know i wasn't going to make it home before the next storm hit and suddenly, for a moment, i felt real and alive in the middle of it all. the ache, anxiety and sadness that hold this body were together indistinguishable from the the thrill, the relief, the joy of being there in that place for that time. i carried that feeling the rest of the way home. i didn't notice when it started to rain but i was soaked by the time i got home and my face is wet now from remembering it

[purpleqilinwrites]

only to us.

a/n: i went to play genshin for the first time in a while to see what's new, and i just ended up spending three hours walking around liyue with my wife ganyu! (what's new is wriothesley and his nice butt. 10/10.)

fandom: genshin impact

character: ganyu

genre: general / fluff

info: established relationship (can be read as either platonic or romantic); reader is an adeptus who fought in the archon war; this takes place pre-canon timeline

warnings: might not be canon-compliant

synopsis: it was time for new wine and new customs.

word count: 0.9k

part of the "yearning has hold of me" series.

Ganyu

The war was over, and a flurry of long-overdue celebrations brightened up the harbour.

While the people were busy making merry and drinking with the adepti, Ganyu found you among the rocks that formed the Guyun Stone Forest. Perched on one of the highest peaks jutting out against the bright blue of the sky, nestled in the shrubbery and trees that had begun to find a home on the things that were once weapons, you were lying on your back with your eyes closed and face toward the clouds.

The war was over, and it was the first time in a multitude of years that Ganyu had the pleasure – or was it relief? – of finding you in your human form.

"The crowds wore on me," you said, as a means of greeting, your voice echoing in the quiet. You beckoned her over by patting the patch of grass to your right, eyes still closed.

With the urgency that her experience in the past years has ingrained in her bones, Ganyu found herself running for most of the little distance between the two of you. She ran until she came close enough to take up room beside you, settling onto the grass and marvelling when she remembered it had not been there when she saw the Guyun Stone Forest formed.

The war was over, and she felt the need to keep reminding herself.

You rolled onto your side to face her, eyes now open. Ganyu mimicked your actions, shuffling closer and resting her head on a folded arm.

Your eyes burned into her, golden and unblinking, and she thought she might need to remind you, too, that the war was over.

"Rex Lapis was asking for you," she said, instead. "He'd like to share some osmanthus wine with everyone who fought with him."

The grass tickled her cheek as she spoke. A mass of clouds floated aimlessly in the otherwise empty blue expanse above the two of you. She waited for a response, alternating between watching a Geo crystalfly flit about some distance behind your head and watching you.

You kept your eyes fixed on her the entire time.

If it had been anyone else, Ganyu would have floundered under what felt to her like scrutiny. There had always been an intensity about you. It was not foreign to her, having been born and raised among full-blooded adepti and knowing the word would apply easily, believably to any one of them.

Even so, your gaze did not unsettle her the way that the eyes of others would.

"The mortals do make the best osmanthus wine," you said, finally. There was a smile teasing at the corners of your lips, a darting out of the tongue across your bottom lip as you imagined a taste.

She should have brought one of the smaller vessels from the harbour to share with you. There were too many offerings of wine to count at the makeshift shrine to Rex Lapis and the adepti in the camp at the foot of Mount Tianheng. Peacetime was new, and so the two of you could form a new custom of drinking out of the same cup of hammered iron. Perhaps—

You reached over to her and brushed a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, and it brought her out of her thoughts and back to the present with you. Before you could pull your hand away, Ganyu curled her own around the bone of your wrist and put your hand to her cheek.

It was cool to her skin, like the waters of the river in the Guili Plains of her girlhood summers. Familiar and always welcome.

"I found you," she said, echoing the words she spoke to you first, from a time long ago.

The breeze was beginning to pick up speed, ruffling her hair and then yours as it passed. A few amber leaves twirled about you. Your hair fanned out behind you, the breeze having run its fingers through the length of it, longer than it had been in years but still shorter than you were inclined to keep it.

Ganyu would like it very much if you would leave your hair to grow, for her. Selfishly, because she imagined you would be extremely attractive with your hair long. A little less selfishly, because seeing you with a blade in hand to trim your hair as close to your scalp as you could manage was a habit you had cultivated in wartime.

The war was over, and you could afford to live looking forward now that it was behind you.

You hummed, cupping your hand along her jaw, and stroked the pad of your thumb along her chin in tune with a song she did not recognise. "I knew you would find me," you said. "I know you, Xiao Yu. You always do."

Ganyu closed her eyes to better focus on the sound of your voice, on the touch of your hand. It was a folk song you were humming, one of the many that were native to the tribe of sea-dwelling adepti you came from. She could not remember if it was a lullaby, or if it was a hunting song.

The breeze tapered off, and the grass that sat between your body and hers stilled in their frantic dance. Your humming became louder as it filled the air, and this space that crowned the Guyun Stone Forest belonged only to her and to you. This space, where she was more alive than alive has ever been.

It was surely a lullaby, with how her eyes seemed to weigh heavier as her attention to your song began to wane.

[areyousanta]

8 Years

[ultimatepeter-man]

hey! I was just re-reading your „Spidey McFly“ Fanfic on AO3.

I was wondering if you're going to update it soon? I’d be really excited for the next chapter! :3

Hmmm

Yeah, sure, I can update ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Here you go

[loganslowdown4]

Hello hi yes someone explain to me AGAIN how these are all the same dude I’m having a bit of a brain melt thank you

[thatotherman001]

Do you do art requests? If so, I’d gladly send u one if I want :]

You can if you want, but I will warn you, I take forever to answer asks i try to draw for

But that doesn’t mean I won’t see/do them eventually :3

[jopzer]

jopzer........ good ship.

[silvermizuki]

Me: ugh this pounding in my head is so annoying why won’t it go away wtf? Whatever I’m craving some take out, I’ll take a break for a bit

Eats the food and suddenly the pounding in my brain stops

Oh.

[overheard-at-camp-half-blood]

Also, while I’m on the topic, I just want to say, that HoH was written and published in the 2012-2013 timeframe. For perspective:

Gay marriage wasn’t legalized across the board.

The Orlando night club shooting hadn’t even happens yet.

Pride month & celebrations existed, but they weren’t the big commercialized things they were today.

Conversion therapy had JUST been banned in its first state.

Not only wasn’t gay marriage legalized across the board, there were still states that were actively passing laws to make it illegal.

It had JUST become illegal to discriminate against someone based on their sexuality.

…this was just America, and I didn’t even cover all of it.

My point is, coming out back then was very scary, and while these books are technically “timeless”, Nico’s sexuality arc and feelings surrounding his queerness was written in this timeframe, and based on the homophobia that was going on in that time frame. And honestly, that is not exactly an easy thing to write out.

So, yes, if we take into consideration the time Nico’s initial coming out happened, which I feel like is very important in this case, it is very likely that alot of people at camp would not be comfortable enough in coming out.

[wimbledon2008]

carlos is an insane little guy. he's got that dawg in him

[diamondseaside]

i have to remind myself more that i’m the only one of me!

[sxnctxxry]

genya david crumbs hit more when you know that [REDACTED]

[jander-daily]

DAY 99

Hand hcs

[heaven-sent-hell-bent]

Quick little reminder to sign up for Team Jekyll vs Team Hyde if you forgot! Check the newest page for the links! (Just here Incase you forgot and wanted to join <3)

[genderqueerbarbie777]

Me: yeah im white but my sister is brown- yeah we’re full sisters, everyone always asks that and yeah we have the same parents

Them: oh so you’re mixed?

Me: welllllllllll