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The Need to Stay
(Thought I’d upload my recent comics to Tumblr! I totally forgot it only lets you upload 10 pics at a time, and this is 11, but fingers crossed it works!)
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on another note, watched The Mummy (1999) the other day and I couldn’t help feel like the O’Connells and the Addams (Addams Family Values (1993) would get on really well ya know? The O’Connells are basically the pastel adventure version of the Addams, surely they would just be vibin’ over tea and crumpets in an extremely haunted mansion having a ball of a time
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Morticia: “So what is it you do for a living my dear?”
Evelyn: “We dig up dead people who often have monstrous curses placed on them!”
Morticia: “fascinating”
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Gomez: *leaping out from behind a pillar which is encrusted with ominous looking runes* en garde!
Rick: *grabs sword from equally ominous looking wall full of weapons one of which seems to be glowing* fantastic I was getting a bit rusty
Gomez: *nearly in tears* oh he’s screaming nonsensically, what spirit! what reslove!
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*Rick and Gomez, still frantically sword fighting*
Rick: Have I mentioned how wonderful my wife is yet, I really feel like I haven’t really expanded enough on how wonderful she is
Gomez: do go on, I would be delighted to hear about how wonderful your wife is, I strongly encourge all men to extoll the virtues of their wives with rapturous praise, however I should perhaps mention my wife is in fact better
*sword fighting intensifies as both men rapturously extoll the virtues of their wives*
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Fic premise: Modern AU in which barista Wei Wuxian accidentally calls his repeat customer Lan Wangji "gege" - after which Lan Wangji.exe stops working and Wei Wuxian makes it his mission to always call him that. Just to tease him, of course, because his emotionless face was driving Wei Wuxian crazy, not at all for any flirtatious reasons. :) A "gege" storm ensues, until Lan Wangji snaps.
Lan Wangji’s face goes slack with surprise, when it happens.
Wei Wuxian is so enraptured by the the expression on Lan Wangji’s face (an expression!!), that he thinks he forgets to breathe. It’s the best thing that’s happened to him all day, the best thing that’s happened all month, really, since the first time Lan Wangji stepped into this coffee shop.
Wei Wuxian grins, and pushes Lan Wangji’s travel mug towards him. “Gege?” he says again, schooling his features into something less gleeful. “Is there something wrong with your drink, gege? Did Wei Ying make a mistake?”
Lan Wangji swallows. “Stop it,” he says, glancing around, even though it’s half past five in the morning, and he’s Wei Wuxian’s only customer.
“Stop what?” Wei Wuxian asks, blinking. He widens his eyes, the way he’s been told makes him look particularly innocent. “Gege has to tell me if I’ve made a mistake. How else will I learn to be good for gege?”
Lan Wangji lets out a soft noise that makes Wei Wuxian’s blood sing, before he snatches his travel mug from the counter, and flees the coffee shop.
Wei Wuxian is grinning all through the rest of his shift.
(or i guess i might just write it ahahaha)
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miles “who’s morales” morales’s biggest weakness is the cover story
peter, lying out of his ass: i was, uh, married to his uncle aaron. he just never let you know
Jefferson, later: Do you think Aaron never told us because Peter’s…
Rio: …Tall
Jefferson: I didn’t think Aaron liked … Tall people.
Jefferson: “But listen: Aaron might have married a white boy just to annoy me, specifically. It’s a thing he would do!”
Rio: “I can’t hear you. I’m asleep. I have a shift in four hours.”
I really wish there was a way Uncle Aaron lived and came back to meet his “husband” at some point now.
Aaron: …Miles…I love you, and I am proud of you…but you are somehow the smartest and dumbest boy I have ever known.
Miles: Says the man who used his big brain to become a criminal when he could’ve been a black Tony Stark with that gear he made. And thought working for the Kingpin, who everyone knows will throw his minions away like tissues, was a good idea!
Peter: He makes a good point, babe, you did kind of mess up first–
Aaron: Call me babe again and see what happens. I’ll whoop you with a collapsed lung.
All I see is “fake marriage au, but it’s also enemies to lovers”
If I ever stop reblogging this post, assume that I have yeeted myself off this mortal coil
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Inspired from this: estelwenadia.tumblr
I love wangxian and I needed to see this. (ಥ﹏ಥ) Tumblr is gonna blur these images so click on them to see it better.
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Art by moonriot Fic by elegantfeatherduster ______
A while back I threw 500 words of fic at moonriot and look what she went and did for me. (Fic below the cut.)
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My Human is Not
Written by Jackson Lanzing and Collin Kelly
Art by Sonny Liew
Well tonight is for crying I guess
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So… Are we going to talk about this?
did they ever actually say what Luis’s last name is? like, do we know he’s not Luis Garcia y Barnes? this doesn’t even have to be some shitty dark headcanon involving experimentation by hydra on immigrants, Bucky had sisters.
Please, God, somebody write the transcript of Luis spending seventeen minutes telling Bucky his grandfather’s life story through WWII and up to the point where he fell hard for this one hot chick from Brooklyn and like brought her back to California with him, man – and Bucky sits there the whole time in silence, too bewildered to interrupt.
My finger slipped..
Oh dude I am so pumped to meet you at last! I mean my Mamá, she’s gonna be so thrilled. Oh hey, speaking of, can I get a picture? Just a quick one? I gotta send it to the family Whatsapp. You go one of those? No worries, we’ll get you all set up, now say queso
Scott, who the hell…
Perfect! I swear, they gonna loose their shit. Not to say we ain’t been looking, Ernesto got a restraining order from trying to sneak into-
Seriously Scott, where’d you find this guy?
Aw shit, sorry man, I’m just a little excited! I mean I was weaned on those Howlies stories, y’know? Abuelo Pedro used to tell them, you know what he’s like. You don’t? Oh shit, man! Of course you don’t! So my Abuelo was a soldier in the war? He was legit, I swear, like there was half a million Latino soldiers in WW2, hell, we’ve been fighting for the US in every war from the Revolution to Afghanistan, you feel me? So Abuelo Pedro, he signed up and got sent off for basic training and shit. Now it was colder than a well-digger’s ass in those barracks, so while they’re waitin’ in formation he sticks his hands in his pockets to warm up. The Drill Sergeant comes storming over all ‘American soldiers stand to attention!’ and ‘They never keep their hands in their pockets!’ And, well, Abuelo Pedro ain’t never been called an American before. That left an impression on the guy.
Is there a point to this?
I’m getting to it, I’m getting to it! Hey, you like John Candy movies? Well, get used to it because you’re gonna see them a lot. Well, one of them. Can’t argue with a name like that though, right? So anyway, Abuelo was shipped out and ended up kicking heels and other parts we ain’t gonna mention with this spitfire WAC from New York. An’ he was like crazy for her, but figured there was no chance of making thing legit what with him being Mexican an’ her being, like, Irish or something. Her daddy was pretty clear on that. But then her big brother got killed in action, died a hero, like they gave him every medal going an’ invented a couple of new ones. So Abuela Becca just went fuck it, life’s too short, and ran off with him to California. They went back when uncle Gorges was born, which was a few years before Mamá came along, and patched things up. Abuela said I took after her brother, because he was forever knee deep in trouble too.
You alright man? You need a glass of water or something?
Oh. My. Gods. This is canon. This is CANON!!!!
@escapologistldn - Headcanon accepted. 😂😁😁😁
and it’s not just that he’s bewildered to meet his fast-talking grandnephew; it’s just…it’s like hearing Becca talk again. too much and too fast and with a million asides, especially about art because she had a little bit of a crush on Stevie and repeated damned near anything he told her and would assail unsuspecting Brooklynites with a PhD level screed about what a crime it was for Rockefeller to have destroyed a Rivera masterpiece. Only apparently at some point it became more than just repeating her Other Big Brother because here was this guy, this stranger wearing his sister’s smile, telling him about abstract expressionism and delightful rose wine, and what the actual hell had Becca gotten up to in California?
Apparently what Becca got up to was raising a bunch of fast talking Irish-Mexican kids and being far far too amused with her grandson Luis.
And I am in love with this idea.
I LOVE IT ALJFHLAKJD
Can y'all imagine scotts face tho he’s known Luis for years. He’s been best friends with James Buchanan fucking Barns aka The Winter Soldier’s grandnephew for years and he didn’t know? Like just imagine his face.
it just occurred to me: luis has attempted to tell scott about it no less than 50 times, especially after berlin, but he never managed to get to the point before scott stopped listening.
IT GOT BETTER
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I mixed two favourite things of mine: Wangxian and Titanic.
It’s still canon-universe, I just liked the idea of Wei wuxian drawing LWJ again.
I don’t show the final result of the drawing because I want to throw a challenge to any artists out there. How do you think the drawing would look? I would love to see!
Any artstyle is welcomed!
Anonymous asked:
hi! i just wanted to ask your thoughts on how you believe a-yuan grew in cloud recesses? do you think lwj adopted him as a son openly? do you think they lived together in the jingshi or were they kept apart? there are so many different headcanons and i personally think lwj would keep lsz close but i wanted to know your thoughts/headcanons!!!
(hidden dialogue ficlet: unlocked)
When people see Lan Sizhui standing beside Lan Wangji, they often nod and remark in murmurs to one another, now there’s an exemplary disciple! as expected of Hanguang-jun. And it is true, of course it is true! that Lan Wangji raised this child, taught him how to position his hands above a guqin, taught him qin language, was there when A’Yuan attempted his first wobbly notes to question a lonely spirit trying to move on—Lan Wangji taught him how to hold a sword, the very root of elegant form and gracious conduct in battle. Lan Wangji brought him to the field of rabbits, and Lan Wangji combed his hair, and Lan Wangji showed him resilience, and Lan Wangji revealed to him how deeply sorrow can cut.
(There are other whispers too, ones less kind, but we will not dwell upon those.)
But for those first three years, the ones that outsiders know nothing about, the ones that many even within Gusu forget or bury: the one beside A’Yuan was Zewu-jun.
Though Lan Wangji had strength enough to drag his broken form to Yiling and bring back a fevered, half-dead child, he had not the strength to care for him, not the way a four-year-old needs. Lan Wangji, scars bleeding through the white of his robes like slashes of wild poppies, collapsed into his bed, unable to move for days on account of his agony.
And so: what of the child?
Lan Xichen, harried, heartsore, exhausted on the heels of endless endings, carried A’Yuan to the medical building, sat by his little cot and listened to his labored breathing. He wrote letters on a cramped table meant to hold medical instruments and held his personal meetings in the hall of the sick and dying. Lan Xichen split his days and nights beside two beds, dark circles growing beneath his eyes, lines growing upon his brow. A’Yuan recovered quickly. Lan Wangji did not.
And so: what of the child?
Well. A child needs companionship, and a child needs attention, and a child needs warmth and love and education. Lan Xichen could not provide those, not nearly enough by half. He had raised his own brother once, see how that turned out! But what else could he do? A’Yuan could not join the other disciples, not yet. Lost and confused, he stared up at Lan Xichen with round eyes, mouth silent and solemn, grieving and yet not knowing how. It was a familiar expression. Lan Xichen thought of Wangji at six years old, those same eyes, that same mouth.
What else could he do?
For all that it is easy to see Lan Wangji’s hand in Lan Sizhui’s education—his sword forms, his musicianship, his elegance—it is easy to miss Zewu-jun’s: the way Sizhui values peace and guards it with careful diplomacy. The way Sizhui is quick to situate himself between two clashing men. The way Sizhui puts Hanguang-jun’s subtle and cold expressions to words. After all, no one but Zewu-jun could do that before.
And on an unassuming night in the midst of Zewu-jun’s seclusion, when the moon is neither full nor crescent, Lan Sizhui clambers through the sect leader’s window with his closest, loudest friend, bringing a forbidden jar of wine and the kind and gentle smile he learned from the sad-eyed man who welcomes them in.
(ko-fi)
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you know what’s a criminally under-used trope?
HOT JIN JOCKS.
in the slaughtertortoise cave mianmian and zixuan are the only people who don’t immediately grab swords or improvised weapons, and actually seem to choose to fight unarmed for a while! and they fight together! as a team! so I am forced to conclude that they spar together all the time, and when you have golden cores that heal up your injuries super fast, you don’t have to worry about pulling your punches with the sect heir…
so this is basically POV yanli, probably during the war, who discovers this day that a. her ex-fiancé is inconveniently hot! what the fuck! and b. she is definitely bi
Jiang Cheng: yes but jiejie, are they treating you alright? Yanli, smirking into her tea: oh they’re treating me alright Jiang Cheng: what Yanli, serenely: they’re treating me just fine a-cheng :) :) :)
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“I won’t let go this time”
WHAT IF ▬ SHIELD sent Clint Barton as a SHIELD shadow to monitor Tony Stark instead of Natasha Romanoff? (for loveholic198)
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Kaysanova as rivals in a dance company au? Nile is the hot new protégé. Andy is the head of the company who can still dance circles around everyone else. Booker is the disillusioned choreographer. Copley thinks he can revolutionise the art of dance by acquiring creativity-killing-unworkable-strings-attached mega-corporate funding. Quỳnh lures Booker away with a better job offer. She has an intense inter-company rivalry with Andy. They had a passionate affair in their early 20s when they were up and coming dancers in the same troop but it ended badly.
(this came to me in a flash after watching a two second Mike Tyus dance clip but it has legs)
gif: flamboyantdepressed
@ink-phoenix has shoes for these legs 💃🏿🕺🏽
Nico comes with a lot of baggage from one of those Rigid Ass Ballet Institutions and is awed and humbled by how Andy incorporates different schools of movement in their company but he has to let go of a lot of preconceived notions that were beaten into him in Milan and that’s where the rivalryTM starts
Everyone else sees it as sexual tension even Nile is like “Yusuf maybe u should just like, ask him out?” And Yusuf’s like “I— WHAT? No!? It’s none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity, Nico is my RIVAL. And he is terrible, face-wise. And how- how- do I know, frankly, that YOU don’t want to ask HIM out?? Maybe you DO. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm check and mate!!”
Nile “I Did Not Ask For This” Freeman backs away slowly and goes to find booker for help but booker is busy trying to parent trap Andy and Quynh as a last resort against Copley ill-advised merger with a activewear brand who only wants to use the dancers on their commercials/reality tv show?? who are no union and not OSHA compliant and MAYBE THATS HOW YUSUF GETS INJURED AND NICO GOES FERAL and they’re like wow that’s what they meant with “baggage” he had in Milan?
He visits Yusuf and brings him minestrone and a pair of pointe shoes that fit his skin tone Bc he’s noticed that Yusuf keeps buying foundation “and that is not the right color anywya you have Jewel undertones and these will really help” and he uses his box knife to fittle them and fit them to the way Yusuf likes while Yusuf just looks at him like ok. Ok. This is getting Dangerous but he can’t stop looking at Nico’s long fingers fitting the shoes to his feet and Nico smiles at him “meglio che Cenerentola”
Full 'you hurt my husband" eyes Nico carrying Yusuf off stage... making sure he's taken to the hospital then going back to tear into the not-Booker non-union choreographer. He goes straight to Andy and refuses to dance until the safety issues have been taken care of. He'd rather quit and lose his visa than dance for a company that doesn't protect its people. Forcing Andy to accept the olive branch Booker had parent trapped Quỳnh into offering.
Yusuf alone in the hospital with nothing to think about except how easily Nico picked him up and what it felt like to be in his arms. But thinking Nico was doing what he'd do for anyone out of the kindness of his heart because he's been silent and stone faced while he did it. Being right in the middle of a sketch of Nico when he turned up with the soup and shoes. Yusuf's soft "oh" when Nico takes away his hospital food lunch tray and comes back with a fresh bowl and a spoon for the soup. Of course Nico knocks over the sketchbook when he picks up the tray. His soft "oh" comes when he picks it up and sees a sketch of himself warming up in rehearsal. Nico's flicker of a smile before he takes out the shoes, he knows exactly what he's doing while he's fitting them but he's a patient man. After Nico called him Cinderella all Yusuf could say was, "Rabbana afrigh 'alayna sabraw" in a desperate prayer for patience.
Somewhere in act three of this adventure Nile "Base Jumper" Freeman will be the one to give the dramatic monologue about the meaning of the arts and need for freedom in creative expression. It must be at minimum as dramatic as Rodrigo throwing the robot in the stream in Mozart in the Jungle, and Joe and Nile crashing through skyscraper windows.
Andy has forgotten more styles of dance than most people learn in a lifetime. She and Quỳnh disappeared at the height of their careers in their early twenties to travel the world together. They couldn't accept the realities of the power structures in the professional ballet world as the price for dancing professionally. Instead, they danced through the world together for years. Nobody ever found out why they returned separately and set up competing companies. The mystery was the fuel of gossip that became competing branches of folklore.
ALL OF THIS! YES! Also:
This DanceAU!Yusuf
With
This DanceAU!Nico
And this
DanceAU!Nile
Nile gets The Big Solo as Giselle for their end of year performance, which they decide to put on in Andy and Quynh’s old, abandoned studios from The Old Days and shun the new-and-improves-(except not really) theater that the Investors have pushed on them —Andy and Quynh choreograph together and it’s a REVELATION — will they get the grant that allows them to institute an outreach program for teenagers in their neighborhood?? IT ALL HANGS ON NILE
meaNWHILE booker is working with Nico and Yusuf to help Yusuf with his PT because he WILL recover in time and he WILL participate in the show and he WILL impress the recruiter for the New York City Ballet if that’s the LAST. THING. HE. DOES. However this means Booker is now the go between Nico and Yusuf and he just can’t take it anymore Please I Am Begging You One Of You Make A Move But noooooooo because Nico has to be Professional and Merrick Dance Wear is going to wage a lawsuit on him for breaking the non union choreographers nose and his visa is hanging in the balance, will you visit me in Rome he asks of Yusuf while they’re warming up one day and Yusuf is absolutely GUTTED at the idea that Nico might have to leave?! FOREVER??Nico can’t confess his feelings Bc it would not be fair he’s resigned he has to leave!!!
Yusuf gets better each day but his back still isn’t back full strength and lifts can be treacherous so Andy stages a pax de deus for Nico to perform with Yusuf “what this is normal Quynh and I used to do this as our final every year” and booker’s like yeah uh huh and what ELSE did you and Quynh do every year
Andy pinches him for his trouble, Nico comes to reharshals only wearing his capezio because Nile has put all of his other warm up clothes into the washer in a last attempt to get those two together before the studio catches fire with the yearning and longing and Repressed Feelings
”ti fidi di me?” Nico holds out his hand to Yusuf with that crooked soft smile and he’s already blushing down to his chest
Yusuf wants to scream but instead he just fits himself against Nico’s body. His heartbeat answers for him. He’d trust him with his whole soul, his heart, his mind.
They flew through their routine twice with fluid intuition. They'd shadowed each other so competitively for months that they each knew where the others body would be reflexively, without any thought. Communicating without any need for spoken words. Quỳnh hadn't seen them dance together before. She whispered "Andromache" softly. Andy replied just as softly, "I told you".
On their third run through Yusuf's back spasmed at the apex of Nico's lift. Nico tried to protect him as they fell, desperately trying to keep his right leg steady as he struggled to hold onto Yusuf. They landed safely but ended up in a tangle on the floor. Forgetting himself, Yusuf lay with his head on Nico's chest until the spasm passed.
As the pain subsided he finally became consciously aware that Nico's fingers were in his hair, and had been for some time. The room was also silent. Looking up, Yusuf took a deep breath before softly saying "We should go to Café Malta", the coffeeshop next door. Nico took a long look at him before he said, "Sarebbe bello".
Quỳnh was on her phone outside the space when they left. She was glowing with excitement. She'd reached out to everyone she could think of in the search for alternate funding and Johnny Rose had just gotten back to her. His wife Moira adored being a patron of the arts and her son was carrying on the family tradition. David Rose would be only too delighted for Rose Apothecary Athleisure Wear to sponsor both companies. He and his publicist Alexis would be coming to meet with them the very next day to talk about their collaboration.
Meanwhile, Nile is surprised when a video she posted for fun gets international attention. To liven up her practice she set the Giselle solo to her favourite Frank Ocean song. The attention is quite overwhelming but she's glad it's bringing joy to people. The messages from young dancers and their parents telling her how much she means to them absolutely break her heart, in the best way.
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everyone’s like oh i think Nicky and Joe go down together in a blaze of fire when they finally become mortal again but no, the only ending I’LL accept is them both discovering they’re mortal in some kind of extremely mundane fashion, like Joe cutting himself with the no-holds-barred way he does sculptures and the same day Nicky’s klutzy wrist burn from his coffee pot doesn’t heal and they finally start living the extremely mundane life they would have with jobs they can squarely attribute their work to now that they. actually age. maybe adopt some kids and then grandkids. eventually become the pair of elderly mediterranean men who play checkers by the seaside and sit in coffee shops knowing everything there is to know on the face of the earth
This is the only end I want for them. I imagine them discussing what they should do next, if they should keep doing what they did before, fighting the good fight. It’s the only thing they did for centuries, after all. Then one of them looks at the love of his life, finding the same tiredness he feels in his eyes, and says: “We fought for so long, darling, we deserve some rest.”
They saw so much violence, they did what they could, maybe it’s enough. Maybe they deserve to grow old together, to help humanity in another way, as the kind neighbours who always have their door open for those in need. Maybe they deserve a family, nights out with Andy talking about the old days, maybe they deserve to live like the other part of humanity, the one who dies just once, quietly, without violence.