idk why im writing this post but i feel like clarifying smthg cause this is social media and we keep throwing words around but. parasocial relationships are completely normal. human beings need to socialize, and seeing someone thru a screen that we like/who portrays characters we like can result in wanting to socialize with them, therefore creating a sort of one-way bond. thats just a normal reaction. thats why even if we dont know them we can feel real, various feelings towards actors/musicians/whatever.
whats unhealthy is stan culture, aka when u get so obsessed with a celebrity that u 1) forget u dont actually know them 2) are incapable of being critical of them 3) or on the contrary if u analyze every little public thing they do and draw out radical conclusions. social media adds another layer, given how easy it is to contact some celebrities directly : now. wanting to contact/meet a celebrity is not inherently unhealthy but holding expectations for them is. they dont know you, theyre just Someone. like theyre just. a person. theyre not the version of them that you have in your head, theyre a stranger. a celeb being friendly with their fans doesn’t make them your friend. people just gotta learn basic boundaries lmao like? dont do or say shit to a celeb that u wouldnt do or say to a complete stranger in the street. its as simple as that.
so with that being said : admiring a celeb, feeling inspired by them and/or being attracted to them doesnt make u a weird or creepy person. its normal. just learn to take some distance with it and keep in mind that They’re Just A Person
langa: confesses that he likes reki to his mom
fandom: um a little sus
langa: is a quiet person but when it comes to reki wants to talk more
reki: dreams about being cinderella and getting married to prince langa
fandom: yeah but its not really canon, just official
reki & langa: are canonly each other’s happiness
the manga artist: makes a fucking official art of them in wedding suits that no mather how you look at it, implies that they got married
fandom: still sounds like queerbaiting to me
edit: some of yall in the tags have said some stuff, and i just wanted to say, i might not know you, but im always here to talk. if you need it. ive been told im a good listener? idk if you ever feel alone, my messages are open and ill do my best to listen, help, just chill, whatever you need…. im here ❤️
THE STORY OF WANGXIAN IN UNTRANSLATABLE WORDS
koi no yokan (japanese) - the feeling of knowing that you will soon fall in love with the person you have just met
yuánfèn (chinese) - a relationship brought by fate or destiny; the binding force which eventually links two people together in love
mamihlapinatapai (yaghan) - a wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start
kilig (tagalog) - a weak in the knees, spontaneous blushing and quickening pulse, butterfly in the stomach sensation
la douleur exquise (french) - the pain of loving someone that you know you can’t have and knowing that you still want to be with them
odnoliub (russian) – someone who has only one love in their life
ya’aburnee (arabic) - lit. “you bury me”, a desire for your significant other to pass after you because life without them would be unbearable
saudade (portuguese) - melancholic longing or nostalgia for a person, place or thing that one cares for and/or loves and might never be had again
geborgenheit (german) - the emotional security, comfort and well-being that one feels particularly with someone they love
zhījǐ (chinese) - refer to this post
Not exactly an angst, but when LWJ dies he gets sent to hell for being gay/committing suicide. But the gods also misunderstood his relationship with WWX, so his punishment was to spend eternity locked away with him. LWJ: So my good deeds have been rewarded. The demons are confused as the man they were bribed to torture seems happier than anything. Instead, it is hell that suffers as their two VIP prisoners are rather… loud, in their chambers.
Weirdest. Honeymoon. Ever.
Growing up with your starters
Artist: esasi8794 / Twitter
The captions are also really cute, although they mostly describe what’s in each photo:
Bulbasaur: Somehow, nomming on my clothes… has become a weird habit of theirs.
Venusaur: That hasn’t changed now that they’ve grown, but they’re very gentle.
Charmander: It’s my first attempt, but I made a plushie so that he wouldn’t get lonely.
Charizard: That plushie seems to be his favorite even now.
Squirtle: Squirtle’s a bit timid and hides behind me at the smallest things.
Blastoise: Looks like they’re scared of the first Pichu they’ve seen. You’re not really hiding!
This is adorable
cultured people: Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s three views align. It is what makes them so compatible and is part of why they fall in love with each other. Their personalities are practically opposites but they are the same at their core.
me: wangxian share one (1) brain cell
I don’t think even the Cuban Missile Crisis was this tense.
this scene is extra funny when you realize they’re just… waiting at a cafe to kill time before picking up their kids?
even funnier when you think about these nerds refusing to look at each other through over a decade of cultivator pta meetings
- #the absolute cold venom in wangjis expression im dying
- #they shouldve come to blows at least once for my entertainment lan zhan wouldve fuckin DECKED jiang cheng
- #straight up raw knuckled like bichen who??? whats a guqin idk a cultivation technique just fuckin fisticuffs at dawn
- #jiang cheng wouldve been So Thrown Off like how does he even retaliate to lan fuckin wangji rocking his jaw with the good ole fashioned 1-2
- #zidian crackling menacingly at his fingertips and wangji just there like i fucking dare you do it pussy
- #added bonus if jinling sizhui and jingyi are there to witness
- #jinling dramatically outraged but like is he outraged that hanguangjun just backhanded his uncle or
- #is he outraged that his uncle is fuckin embarrassing him like can you please step your shit up jiang cheng you have a reputation god damn
- #sizhui absolutely slack jawed at the sight of his father going apeshit but he figures you know what imma let him have it…
- #jingyi is having the time of his life this is truly the Best Day Ever kick his ASS HANGUANGJUN I GOT YO SWORD FUCK HIM UP
- #we’d Love To See It
“I suppose it’s too much for Hanguang-Jun to show some cheer for Jin Ling’s birthday. Even at a party you have to look as dour as if you wife died.”
Lan Sizhui didn’t have a chance to step forward, was still formulating the permissible ratio of subtle scolding to include in the request for Sect Leader Jiang to forgive his father, when Hanguang-Jun pulled his blade from his waist.
Jingyi sucked in a shocked breath and Jin Ling grabbed the handle of his own sword with an anxious look toward his Uncle, but before anyone could brace themselves, Bichen, still in it’s sheath, thumped heavily against Lan Sizhui’s chest.
“H-Hanguang-Jun?” he wheezed out, hands automatically lifting to grasp the shining blade.
Rather than answering, Hanguang-Jun took a single, long step forward, eyes still set in that odd middle distance he always looked in Jiang Wanyin’s general direction with.
Sect Leader Jiang was clearly thrown, but took a half step closer, chin tilting up and clearly about to bluster, when, still not looking at him, Hanguang-Jun punched him full-force in the face.
Jingyi and Jin Ling both screamed. Delight and horror crescendo up and drawing every eye in the Jin clan’s vibrantly decked hall to the alcove just out of the way where the two groups had had the misfortune of running into each other.
Coughing blood, from rage or his broken nose or, by the faint clack against the floor, a shattered tooth, Jiang Wanyin staggered back, but didn’t fall.
“You-” he said thickly, eyes already squinting closed as his face began to puff up and bruise.
Hanguang-Jun struck out again. An almost delicate flick that snaped Jiang Wanyin’s head to the side.
This time Jiang Wanyin rolled with the motion to reduce damage, turning the spin into a roundhouse toward Hanguang-Jun’s face that was dodged with and undoubtedly deliberate casualness, then they were fighting.
Lan Sizhui collared Jingyi and Jin Ling and dragged them out of range. Jingyi called out encouragement to Hanguang-Jun and Jin Ling to Jiang Wanyin, but neither seemed to see how serious this was.
“FATHER, STOP!” Lan Sizhui shouted over the two of them, heart racing as he hoped the sound of his voice would snap his father out of this inexplicable anger.
It did not.
The dull murmur of casual conversation around them was replaced with a cacophony of screaming and running as people tried to get closer, get away, get a better view; and all ended up tangling together in a wall around them.
Jiang Wanyin’s back hit a pillar as Hanguang-Jun successfully herded him deeper into the enclosed space of the alcove, but just before the next punch could land, he dropped and let himself fall sideways, then rolled and sprung back up in a very unorthodox cartwheeling motion.
Hanguang-Jun’s eyes widened as he watched the motion, mute, fathomless rage tightening the lines of his face even as his expression didn’t change much.
A second later, his left fist slammed into the pillar beside him.
The marble around his knuckles turned to dust, a sizable chunk of it careening off into the crowd of miling feet, and a crack split the pillar straight to the ceiling and all at once everyone realized this wasn’t a petty brawl.
The space around them immediately widened and suddenly those struggling to get closer while yelling for them to stop were given room to rush forward, and Lan Sizhui had a much easier time dragging his two peers away.
No one wanted to be that close to two such powerful cultivators when they were fighting in earnest.
Jiang Wanyin wasn’t able to dodge the next barrage of form-perfect Lan martial style. He raised his arm to block and watched in shock along with everyone else as his forearm neatly snapped into a right angle under the force of Hanguang-Jun’s fist.
“Wangji!” Uncle Xichen shouted as father threw himself forward to follow Jiang Wanyin’s attempt at retreat. Right behind him came Nie Mingjue.
Lan Sizhui sagged in relief.
“No, cover Sect Leader Jiang!” Lan Xichen snapped when Nie Mingjue made to head toward Hanguang-Jun. With only a sharp nod, he placed himself in front of Jiang Wanyin, who seemed equal parts grateful and resentful of the protection through the blood and bruises swelling his face.
“Get out of my way.” Hanguang-Jun’s voice was rough and low in a way Lan Sizhui had never heard it. Zidian crackled to life behind Nie Mingjue, snapping against the floor.
“Hanguang-Jun! Lan Wangji! You dare attack me in so cowardly a way? Without warning or cause at my own nephew’s birthday?!”
“Not without cause. And not without warning.”
Lan Xichen bodily grabbed his father, speaking low, though his voice carried in the listening silence. “Calm yourself Wangji.” his fingers tightened and he moved to place himself more in front of Hanguang-Jun, ducking his head until their eyes met. “Calm.”
For a moment, Lan Sizhui feared he would bull forward regardless, but as suddenly as he’d struck out, Hanguang-Jun backed down. Not relaxing by any means, his body none-the-less lost the tension of battle and he rocked back onto his heels.
In jerky motions, Lan Xichen let go of him, leaving his hand’s hovering in the air as Hanguang-Jun took one, then another step back. Preparing to grab him again.
Hanguang-Jun’s eyes lowered to the floor, rage cooling back to that cold distain - a thin crust over that molten heat - and in two quick jerks, he righted his robes back to a pristene state. Tucking his arm behind his back, he turned and walked toward the door.
Forcing his clenched hands to release the wads of white and yellow fabric he still had a hold of, cool air uncomfortable on the damp skin of his palms and between his fingers, Lan Sizhui hurried to follow the open path through the crowd that was left in his father’s wake.
The next time they were in a room together, Jiang Wanyin said only what was required for politeness sake. After a pause too long, Lan Sizhui spoke a polite greeting in turn. Jiang Wanyin nodded as if Hanguang-Jun had said the words himself, then joined him in staring into a middle distance while the cultivators around them tutted and spoke words of relief even as they sighed in disappointment.
The rest of the conference was mild and unexciting.
As if nothing had happened.
Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight
BITCH I REBLOGGED THIS AT 4AM AND SOME FIT GUY FROM MY HOMETOWN SLID INTO MY DMS at 11PM LIKE GIRL HONESTLY iM
Can the miracle be that I actually fall asleep at a reasonable time
I’m starting to feel like that miracle is falling into a deep sleep and actually waking up rested. Bless this post.
I don’t care how big or small I want one
I would like and could use a small miracle
MY MIRACLE WAS FUCKING AMAZING AND YEAH IT WAS TONIGHT INSTEAD OF LAST NIGHT BUT STILL
IT WORKED, PLEASE DO THIS YOU LITERLALLY HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE
Let’s see if it works on my unlucky self BRING IT
I could use a miracle, am stressed.
Yeah me too, really need some type of miracle
wei wuxian is the sort of person to be like yeah spiders are really cool and play a vital role on our ecosystem but the second one gets within a metre of him he’s jumping up on the nearest piece of furniture and trying to make his escape while refusing to go anywhere near it. jc, by some stroke of luck, is even worse with spiders than wwx is, and jyl is the person who sees a spider and just picks it up with her bare hands before carrying it outside. so for years, whenever wwx sees a spider in his room, he calls for jyl to help him and she always takes the time to discuss the spiders and tell him where they like to live and what they like to eat while she carries them out and wwx miserably trails after her so he knows the spider won’t just immediately walk back into his room the second jyl puts it down.
when wwx takes the wens to the burial mounds he can’t call for help from jyl anymore so he ends up just generally asking for help. how well the spider is dealt with really depends on which wen comes to help wwx. when wen ning comes in he just steps on them, no hesitation and no fear at all. he wipes his shoes off on a rock and then gives wwx a bright smile and leaves while wwx gapes at him. wen qing, on the other hand, joins him on the table and they spend the next half hour trashtalking the spider before someone else comes and helps them. look at its legs, wen qing mutters, disgusting and hairy and getting closer to us oh fuck! wwx shrieks and granny ends up coming in to get rid of it for them. the one and only time a-yuan came in he tried to eat the spider and wwx ends up having to snatch the spider out of his hand and when the spider bites him he spends the rest of the day laying on the floor convinced he’s going to die.
when wwx gets resurrected he always calls for lwj to help him but lwj is an absolute monster. he picks up the spiders and spends way too much time admiring its colouration and mandibles and it always takes him like an hour to find the perfect new home for it and the entire time wwx is stuck sitting on the roof of the jingshi. lqr ends up walking past one time and he’s like wwx, what evil things are you doing up there and wwx, bitter and neglected, tells him that the only evil thing here is the spider lwj is currently cooing over and lqr just pulls a face and thats how wwx finds out how much lqr hates spiders.
in modern aus i see people having suibian and bichen as like pets, but what if it was just their laptops. wwx and jc have matching laptops and wen chao gets wen zhuliu to throw jc’s laptop in a river and wwx just like changes his password and wallpaper and is like dope i found your laptop. jc is like wow! i dont remember having so many memes on my laptop but my laptops back! lwj is on a quest to find out why wwx is doing his entire thesis in the notes app on his phone. wei ying come to the it department with me and all that.