#somewhere in between

[seineko]

lan wangji and lan sizhui's relationship isn't discussed enough!

a-yuan was the reason lan wangji lived and i will stand by it as long as i have to.

i'm not talking about living in a physical sense. he would've done so being the light bearer he is, but the peerless hanguang-jun lost his light the second he knew wei wuxian breathed his last.

hanguang-jun was just that, a light bearer, not the source of it. he was the moon that depended on the sun to provide it to the people, but he already lost his sun.

he probably would've gotten sucked into the black hole that was left behind after his star died that he did not realize there was another sun right beside it until he heard the faint cries of a child.

a-yuan. (he was the sun that the last of qishan wen couldn't even hope to be.)

it's the ways in which lan wangji and sizhui's interactions are so subtly domestic that melts my heart completely.

the relationship they share that of a guardian-ward, of a father-son.

the way sizhui (along with jingyi and a few other lan juniors) scream 'hanguang-jun!' and are able to smile while being held hostage really says a lot about both the trust they have in him and how safe they feel around him.

sizhui saying that feels as if he has nothing to fear or worry about, so long as lan wangji or wei wuxian were around. the bone deep trust that he has that he will be safe if he's around either of them even if he was in the middle of a literal death trap had me pause for a few seconds to let myself bawl out.

it's in the way sizhui so willingly and so enthusiastically interacts with lan wangji while everyone around him (except a few of the lan juniors) are scared witless to even breathe the same air as him. even the lan juniors don't seem to have the ease that sizhui has. (okay, this may probably be me over reading into it, but i really did feel that way while reading.)

and, my favorite interaction, sizhui encountering that lan wangji buried a-yuan in a pile of rabbits will never ever make me stop smiling like an idiot.

they have one of the healthiest parent-child relationship i've seen and i so, so long for it.

it's as surprising as it is devastating how less they're talked about. a crime really.

[silverpiwon]

It’s funny how many new p1eces see Jiung as the energetic, quirky, “sunshine” member because back in my day (when I joined the fandom) he was seen as the designated party pooper 😭

[kwilooo]

I just got home from my final full day of school and I want to cry 😁

[z428]

In and out again. The rough path out of dreams and into night and cautiously back again. At 3am everything feels somewhat distorted and it's incredible to see there's not just no signal within the noise, there's not even noise right now. Relocating a slightly anxious self. Trying to reconnect to different dreams, for better or for worse.

#outerworld #concrete city #somewhere in between

[mosspodge]

*throws squid at you* plague be upon ye

[hrythik]

Boy Toy T-Shirt outfit & jewelry inspo.

[justarandomidiot1]

A webcomic on Instagram that I like, Somewhere In Between, is hosting a DTIYS and I decided to participate!!

[ifollowmagicalrivers]

TAYLOR NATION YOU DID NOT JUST DO WHAT I THINK YOU DID?!

“A one year celebration post celebrating: the most extraordinary EXPERIENCE premiered in theatre”

Also known as

“Welcome to the next chapter of the 🌞 🦒reintroduction”

Or

“A recap of a mv of a mv premiere about a show in which the main character is portraying different eras… wait what? You lost me. The big LEBOWSKI? - ask Taylor she knows”

Or

“This is a movie about how horrible being famous is”

Accompanied by the song « Cruel Summer » - is giving only good vibes - until you actually listen to the lyrics - but lyrics are potato potato we all know that - TS™️ has said this herself so many times (in between lines) - singing: “and if I’m on fire, you’ll be made of ashes too” gives her the same satisfaction as singing the alphabet backwards - as long as you’re happy she’s happy.

“Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did

(Time for a little revenge!)

The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and

I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him”

[aesfocus]

Did I spend all day thinking about Tav'leatea my archfey who I am writing a big fic for while playing BG3? YES! Did I then turn around and make Ilya Arendae my current Knight Commander from WOTR? Also yes!

[simnide]

Calista’s bedroom

[crazysanti23]

Cause I’m waiting for tonight then waiting for tomorrow 🎶 🖤

I look back and feel nostalgic about how I used to literally enjoy life so much and feel so excited about a brand new day and now I just hate how days pass by :( .

[insideoutstory]

Somewhere in Between - Chapter 5

“Are you ready?” Chrissy asked warily. “No.” Steve rubbed his hands down his face and dropped his head between his knees, groaning in defeat. “Who am I kidding? I can’t do this.” “Yes, you can,” Chrissy said soothingly. “It’s the last one, and then—” “No, I can’t do any of this! Chris, I’m not getting into college! No one wants a C-passing, high school athlete who’s just gonna flunk out after one semester. I can’t even open the stupid envelope.” “Hey!” One of Chrissy’s Converse shoved his knee, jolting him out of his misery. “Stop talking about yourself like that. We’ve been over this.” “I know, I know—” “You worked hard for this, Steve. You’re not just a high school athlete. You’ve played baseball and basketball, captained the swim team—and don’t think I forgot about the year you did football. Your grades are only getting better and, more than that, they’re steady. That shows consistent progress, and that’s something colleges want to see. And you know you killed that essay. You can do this. Even if you don’t get in, it just means that…I get to keep you to myself for a year.”

[peculiar-reblogs]

More here [link]!

[ourunspokenepithets]

And sometimes, on days like this, I stand up and say I want to burn the world down.

Here’s the thing about being a high-school has-been with friends that you would melt these gilded halls for: sometimes you tell no one and everyone at the same time by the way you walk and because of things that have occurred between the four cream coloured walls of your living room on valentine’s, shaking hands and dark circles feel more like handbag accessories, sold separately, than symptoms of unimaginable stress and anxiety. 

From all of this, I look pretty sad and stressed so you wouldn’t think that I was mostly angry, would you? 

My mom laughed after I flinched back from her hug, my friends are all breaking too, my hands are overrun (bones shaking and crackling at the slightest sense of stress), have I mentioned that I wanted to burn down this school? The green threads in the corner of my vision are snapping and breaking and sometimes I feel more like I’m faking that failing (you’re good at keeping it together, aren’t you?)-

It feels like I’m living in an apocalypse, so I’m doing what I do best, live blogging my chains and bolts and pains so that they act as a precursor of future events (I prefer to think that one day, I’ll have written it all out and feel more alive and less burdened than when this began). At the end of the day, however, it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t fight tooth and nail to give someone hope. 

So this blog is half battle, half prose, but all hope. 

And this will be the last sad post I ever write (without a resolution, it’s no point pretending life is black and white, and that my eyes won’t be coloured red in a while), because if the world burns around me, I want the pain of the blaze to be overshadowed by the beauty of a dying fire instead.

I will continue on. And so will you. And so will all of us. 

(And I will try to do what I wanted to at 13: Save you. Save me. Save us. One day I will wake up and the taste of blood in my mouth will be but a distant memory. One day you will wake up and the sadness will feel more like a dull, ancient, ache than an ever-present stabbing blade. One day we will wake up, and the world will not be the same.) 

[z428]

Voices, louder, brighter. Music for mornings, still at the very edge of day.

https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/FuKXQhcXu3s?si=bHXGqqVDbzOpmRuS

#vortex #post punk #music for early hours #somewhere in between