#that'll be fun

[chemblrish]

13 June 2024

One week left until my ochem final. Oscillating between "it's fine, I got this, most of the material is in my head already" and "AAAAHHHHH" as is the case every exam sesh. Reading a textbook on group theory for chemists for fun (and to make my thesis supervisor proud bc academic validation am I right :'))))

[carrotcouple]

He writes a letter one day.

To a brother he no longer has. It tastes like salt and grime. His handwriting isn't even half as pretty as Jiang Cheng's. He continues writing all the same.

He isn't sure how to get anything he wants to say down on paper, but he's certain Jiang Cheng would have known. Paper and ink was his specialty, his expertise.

Wei Wuxian wishes he'd asked Jiang Cheng to pen out poems for him just to see how much of himself Jiang Cheng poured into his writing. To see him be himself. To see him feel joy in the one thing that was his and his alone.

He tries to imagine his brother sitting in front of him. His brother was not a quiet person but he wasn't loud and talkative either. He matched Wei Wuxian's banter and words easily. But also sometimes he'd be quiet, listening, reading, watching.

Wei Wuxian imagines his brother is watching him with mild amusement, the way he used to when Wei Wuxian would pace back and forth while trying to voice a crazy idea.

Why did you leave me? I'm sorry.

"Why didn't you write a poem for me?" He croaks. "You know how much I love romance and poetry."

He imagines Jiang Cheng scoffing.

I'm sorry I didn't see you suffering.

"Yeah, true, I always used poetry for silly stuff. I would have liked it all the same. It's not fair only Lan Zhan owns your poetry." Wei Wuxian presses the tip of his brush into the ink, feeling bitter again.

He wanted to hate Lan Zhan after his brother's death. But he knows even now Lan Zhan is kneeling on the floor in the Jingshi, painting what he can remember of Jiang Cheng.

Wei Wuxian's own room is adorned with one of those paintings. A painting of one of Jiang Cheng's cheeky smiles. Likely one directed at Wei Wuxian himself.

Wei Wuxian's illusion of Jiang Cheng raises an eyebrow and crosses his legs.

I'm sorry for being cruel to your lover. I won't do it again.

"I know Lan Zhan can value poetry better and can also paint on those pages! But I'm your brother!" Wei Wuxian says and his voice cracks as he finishes.

I'm your brother. I miss you. I'm sorry. I miss you.

"I want proof that you lived with me," Wei Wuxian whispers. "That's all. I want something that you created with your own two hands. I want a piece of the deepest part of you that you hadn't shared with anyone else."

But only Lan Zhan got that.

Jiang Cheng smiles sadly at him.

"It's true," Wei Wuxian continues. "If you'd have given me your writing while you were alive I would have really liked it but I wouldn't have treasured it the way Lan Zhan did. It would have been put somewhere on a shelf. But at the very least," Wei Wuxian sobs, "I would have it now to hold."

They'd considered taking Jiang Cheng's writing and decorating it to honor him. They'd also considered dividing his writing amongst them so that they could have pieces of Jiang Cheng. But in the end they all agreed that they'd rather visit Jiang Cheng's room and kneel on that little pillow on the ground.

Wei Wuxian looks back up and at the illusion of Jiang Cheng. He's no longer a teenager. He is the little boy that chased Wei Wuxian away that fateful first night.

There are silent tears streaming down his face. He isn't crumpled up and loudly sobbing. When had Jiang Cheng truly learned to hide what he was feeling? Wei Wuxian doesn't know.

"I'm sorry," Wei Wuxian says. "It's not that I didn't love you. It's not that I didn't see you. I just always assumed you would always be there and I took you for granted."

The little Jiang Cheng presses his hands to his face.

"I miss you. I won't ever stop missing you. I lost my soulmate, my brother, my best friend. I miss you." Wei Wuxian's hand is moving, brush going across the paper. He has words but they're not eloquent. He is capable of eloquent words but those are usually shallower than he is willing to offer Jiang Cheng.

A loud and childish sob escapes Jiang Cheng's mouth.

"I love you," Wei Wuxian says. The brush falls from his fingers and then he's sobbing along with Jiang Cheng. "I love you."

When his tears dry and he looks up, the letter is finished, shaky and smudged, and Jiang Cheng is gone.

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

" There's nothing to worry about. Right?"

...

After narrowly escaping from a strange beast on the way back from Xadia, Hiccup notices that his injury isn't quite how it should be. But it's probably nothing too serious. He can ask Jack about it later.

But why does it feel like there's sand beneath his skin?

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Dragon Prince au masterpost

[ceaneshine]

Having new found connections is a way to a better life✨

[jadequarze]

If I'm very productive, I would've dunmeshi-fied my ocs, and by OCs it's just Ly'rill and Astrel (maybe Dawn) like those race swaps Ryoko Kui did for her characters

[sir-adamus]

Ruby using Scarecrow's scythe and Blake using Deathstroke's bo staff and katana (and Weiss possibly using one of Captain Cold's Cold Guns) makes some sense when we see that while in the Hall of Justice they don't have weapons of any kind

they haven't arrived on Earth with their weapons, so they have to make do with stuff the League have in lockup when they're called in to action

which also explains why the weapons don't really match their aesthetics (the scythe looks more like a genuine farming implement than a weapon that fits Ruby's design, the staff has orange accents which don't match with Blake's outfit), they're just using borrowed gear because they don't have time to make their own

[thenightisland]

I love getting in my car to go home only for my car to experience what appears to be multiple catastrophic failures and die 🙃

[star-realities]

and if I make a Little Mermaid DR??? Who's gonna stop me???

[janeway-lover]

i forgot that phone companies don't like it when you call someone in a different country

[zarahjoyce]

fic: mad dog (Love Your Enemy)

Summary:

Yes, yes, she's fine. Even now as she's standing in front of the man she didn't think she would see after all this time. Even now, with his eyes drooping as he read the file she'd personally prepared - per his order. "Ugh," he says, yawning and rubbing his eyes for good measure. "It's so boring I almost fell asleep. Is this the best you can do, Yoon Ji-Won?" Well, fuck you too, she thinks unkindly, balling her hands into fists. - or Several days in the boring, uneventful life of Yoon Ji-Won... until Seok Ji-Won returned.

Notes: NOTHING GETS MY JUICES FLOWING THAN A NEW ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS STORY TO OBSESS OVER AHHH

anyway I wrote this because idk why not

ao3 link!

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <333

[sweetwestley]

i'm ready to give Cary the full k-pop idol treatment with his own photocards soon! 😄

i bought the Pompompurin binder because of Lawrence Gordon 😁

[box-dwelling]

Me yesterday: yeah I really should read the locked tomb. It looks amazing. I finally have the time to read again so this should be my start.

Percy Jackson teaser:

Me: redownloding audible to relisten to my old pjo audio books as we speak sir

[pieground]

Wow, I just met Mephistopheles and I'm already fokin annoyed 😃🪚

[bleaksqueak]

I definitely don't have the brain for the music ask right now, but i've put a pin in it and will answer it later WITH song links, so I got you when the brain regrows!

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Stan, conversing with Wendy: Yeah, Ford tried to hook up with a mermaid while we were down by Australia, but I guess it didn’t work out or somethin’.

Bill ‘I lived in Ford’s head for a couple years and while I might not know human romance very well, I know goddamn well that he is not only gay but didn’t figure it out, but clearly he still hasn’t figured it out enough to tell Stan, so this is going to be very fun to watch unfold’ Cipher: Yeah, or something.