if sizhui and chengling met, it would take them a few hours to start complaining about their dads. ah-xiang and jingyi would look at each other and immediately start bitchin’ like they’ve known each other since birth. either that or they’d try to one up each other lmao.
lan xichen:[to wei wuxian] it’s always WHY is wangji thinking of marrying someone and never WHO is wangji thinking of marrying. maybe it’s YOU
Well, the Ribbons are WangXian's Identity. They even exchange
Credit to the artist
[id: five gifs from episode twenty-two and twenty-three of “The Untamed”. each has a square gif on the right with words and a color code beneath it, a color palette selected from the gif on the left, and a gradient created from the color palette. first, a shot of the Qinghe Nie front gates with soldiers marching away, with the text” LEAVING HOME” second, a shot of Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen’s backs that pans up to show Qishan Wen’s territory, with the text, “ENEMY SIGHTED”. third, a shot of Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen turning around looking shots, as Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian turn around a few seconds later behind them with the text, “UNEXPECTED THREATS”. fourth, Wei Wuxian balanced on top of a statue while playing Chenqing as resentful energy swirls around him, with the text, “DEMONIC CULTIVATION”. fifth, a shot from above of demonic puppets falling to the ground after Wei Wuxian cut them off from the Yin Iron, with the text, “VANQUISHED EVIL”. /end id]
wip for something i’m working on with the qinghe boys!
Lan Wangji Alphabet Lookbook - Wangxian Edition
Lan Wangji threw a questioning glance at Wei Wuxian, unable to figure out his character and motives.
Today: We all knew this was coming. The reface trial. You're gonna need sound for this.
A little xiyao video i made, please help i'm so obsessed
"Be careful." - Lan Wangji (ep 40)
THE UNTAMED (2019) ↪50 days, 50 episodes
From the next chapter of “the thing with feathers.”
A-Hong looked worried, Yu Ziyuan noted immediately—it was subtle, given her need to hide most of her true emotions in the snake den that was Koi Tower, but there. She couldn’t fault her friend for her concern.
“Ah, the new baobei?” she asked. “I didn’t know there was a sister—she’s so young.”
“Adopted,” Yu Ziyuan told her, then set A-Lian down on the ground where she immediately and adorably greeted A-Hong as she’d been coached, her red ribbons flowing in the air with her bow.
An involuntary twitch of A-Hong’s lips told her the display had landed perfectly. Hopefully she’d be hard-pressed to find fault with the child now.
(Note: I’ve not written much on this because I have a one-week intensive job. This is the first I’ve written on it since Sunday.)
Lan Zhan is never explosive. He's a spectacular bitch, and can make anyone feel thoroughly castigated without twitching a finger or raising his voice above the volume he would use in a library, but he's never just... loud.
Wei Ying thinks Lan Zhan could stand to blow off some steam.
"Aren't you tired of being nice, Lan Zhan?"
"You are the only person who would describe me as 'nice'—"
"Don't you just wanna go apeshit?"
"Wei Ying. I am not going to destroy things just for the sake of it. Please take the sledgehammer back to the front desk."
"But that's what a rage room is for!"
"Hopefully they will refund you for the appointment."
"Just a little primal scream?"
"All right, fine, just—here, hold the hammer for a sec."
Wei Ying digs into his backpack and extracts his secret weapon, setting it on a fragile plywood bookshelf intended for merciless destruction. From within the cheapest picture frame he could find, a pissy, contemptuous Jiang Cheng sneers back. Wei Ying had scrolled through his camera roll for ages to find the most obnoxious picture of Jiang Cheng possible.
Lan Zhan's nostrils flare, and his eyes narrow.
"Mn," he says grimly, gripping the sledgehammer more firmly.
They end up going almost twenty minutes over their allotted time. The lady at the front desk tells them not to worry—it happens often and, “It sounded like you needed it.”
Lan Zhan does not take Wei Ying up on his offer to book another appointment next month, but he does take a business card.
love developing a near-pavlovian response to certain media in which just hearing the first note of a song or seeing just a glimpse of a scene can immediately make me tear up