I Was Not Built For College But Unfortunately I Was Also Not Built For Anything Else

I spent two weeks on this animatic (with two of my beloveds, tpw and epic haha) !! there are some spoilers for the dragon republic and the burning god

To the imperfect tomorrow

longer than any kdrama kiss but its finally here !! 

took us 86 chapters huh..

oranges 🍊 (link click)

thought this poem by Jean Little fit these two a lot :))) slightly inspired by the lmk version by @ziaofender!

[ID: A Link Click comic which is done in shades of orange, with blue accents for Lu Guang's eyes. The narration, taken from "Oranges" by Jean Little and altered to fit, begins on Lu Guang peeling an orange with a neutral expression and saying, "I peel oranges neatly. The sections come apart cleanly, perfectly in my hands."

We see Cheng Xiaoshi struggling to peel an orange. Juice spurts out, and he yelps. "When Cheng Xiaoshi peels an orange, he tears holes in it. Juice squirts in all directions."

Cheng Xiaoshi tearfully hands the orange to an exasperated Lu Guang. His dialogue mixes with the narration: "'Lu Guang,' he says, 'I don’t know how you do it!'" Cheng Xiaoshi happily eats oranges. "Cheng Xiaoshi is my best friend." Lu Guang looks at him with a fond, sweet smile, also preparing to eat a slice. "I hope he never learns how to peel oranges." End ID]

#when two worlds collide #svt and wangxian my loves #svt #lwj #wwx #mdzs #svt mvs so aesthetic <’3 

wangxian + svt mv redraws

My Roman Empire is the original owners of the bodies in transmigration stories.

The less we know about them the more I think about them, especially if we never find out what happened to them after someone else basically posseses them or if we are just left to assume that they are dead.

And so many of them get replaced without anyone ever finding out, it seriously breaks my heart... but that makes the few times these type of characters get a happy ending even more special

I've noticed that my permanent banner on genshin has never gave me a liyue four star

Please sign the age of consent is unbelievable. 12 year olds are minors!!

hello everyone, it has come to my recent attention that the statutory age for sexual consent in the Philippines is twelve years old, 12.

Can you believe that? To me its completely unbelievable, because of this more and more r4pists can get away with this and victimize more minors.

Please help us and sign this petition.

^ if the link didn't work then please try directly copying this

https://www.change.org/p/philippine-congress-increase-the-age-to-determine-statutory-rape-in-the-philippines

Please help and spread this info. You just have to sign the petition to help.

I'm sorry about the tags not relating to what you're looking for if you've searched one of them, I don't know anything but that on how to spread the word. If it bothers you please ignore it, I'm sorry.

hmmmmmmm...! temple kisses + xiao if thats okay?

pairing: xiao x gn!reader cw: major character death (AGAIN)! xiao is injured this time. mentions of blood n death and stuff idk

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every time xiao leaves, he presses a kiss to your temple beforehand. the featherlight touch of his hand can be felt on the other side of your head as he gently holds you in place while his lips brush against the intimate area. when you had asked him why he always did, xiao had flushed and looked away. a gesture of good luck. a promise to return.

which is why, as you run in the rain beside the ex-archon who arrived to your doorstep already drenched by the water, you curse yourself for not demanding a kiss before xiao left earlier this morning. you knew his duties to protect liyue were dangerous, yet he had survived thousands of years. never once had you thought that you would outlive him.

zhongli guides you to xiao's location, immediately asking if there's anything he can do to help. yet, you simply fall to your knees in the mud besides xiao. there's too much blood. golden ichor drains from his body. you had never stopped to consider that xiao consisted of anything but the red concoction that circles throughout the human body, yet here you are, finding out that your lover bleeds the same color as his eyes. it is a horrendous sight. gold stains the whites and greens of his uniform, sullying the mud and grass below with watered-down cor lapis hues.

gold, you realize in this very moment, is the worst color to have ever been invented.

"hello, crystalfly," xiao croaks as you kneel down next to him. you're unsure if you're crying as water pours over your face from above. "you shouldn't see me like this."

even in his battered state, xiao can still find it in himself to lecture you. you want to laugh. you want to scream. you want to lay down next to him and rot away in this putrid weather with him.

for all of his years of undying duty, of managing his karmic debt, of suffering, xiao deserved no less than to die under a beautiful blue sky, surrounded by those he loves. yet, now he will only die in the presence of a single mortal and the former god who forsook him only a few years prior under a treacherous sky that shows no forgiveness. no forgiveness for a sinner like xiao, even if he's spent hundreds of years in an attempt to repent. the universe is cruel. the only time he was able to experience heaven was by your side and now, you can't even provide him with the sustenance to carry onwards.

you can't find it in yourself to beg him to stay. to plead for him to be by your side is a desire crafted purely of selfishness. the nightmares that plague him, the fatigue that never seems to leave his bones, and the eternal loneliness in his eyes all seem to scream about how xiao's time on this earth has long since expired. you? you are only a distraction from the pain.

xiao's hand gently cups your face as he looks up at you. he looks at you as if you are celestia itself, as if you are the weaver of the night sky who crafted all of the beautiful, far away galaxies and stars that he's memorized over his lonesome nights, and as if you are salvation. you provide no salvation. you can only provide him with company as he departs this world. so, you swallow your sadness and manage a shaky smile.

"hi, sweetheart," you greet, lifting his hand and placing a weak kiss to his knuckles. "you look beautiful, even in the rain."

xiao smiles. his eyelids are heavy.

"i am tired," he confesses.

you both understand what this means.

"are you nervous?" you blurt and xiao shakes his head.

"my duty has been fulfilled. it is time to reunite with old friends," xiao states solemnly. "i love you."

the three little words the yaksha scarcely says. over the roar of thunder, you do your best to memorize the intonation of his words as they fall from his lips. you want to beg for him to repeat them, yet you know that you should not taint your final moments with him.

"i love you too," you murmur, before leaning down and placing a kiss to his temple. you swallow a sob that threatens to erupt from your throat. xiao glances at you with lazy eyes as you move to brush his hair out of his face. "safe travels, my love."

xiao's smile returns to his face as he feels your lips on his wet skin. he closes his eyes.

they do not reopen.

There’s something about Percy spending the whole episode remembering how upset he was with his mother for separating them, but with this newfound understanding of why she did it, and then deciding to leave her (temporarily) at Hades’ palace because it’s the right thing to do, regardless of how much it hurts.

“Hold fast, Mom,” because they’re braving the storm that was made to break them.