Would Die For This Boy, 10/10

This life is a monotonous cycle of suffering. I arise each morning exhausted to spend the day with unpleasant company doing unpleasant work. I return home only to suffer through more numbing work, and it matters not whether I have the time to enjoy myself, for I am too tired to do much more. It repeats day after day, week after week, with only a small pause, a brief reprieve, to give me a taste of what I cannot have. A taunting, teasing, reprieve. Not long enough to offer me the salvation I long for, only just enough to keep me going. Keeping me trapped in the cycle, keeping me conscious through the punishment.

Rb if America is your favourite face family member!!

Canada / France / England

Hey so I just wrote a rusame fanfiction and posted it on ao3 and I'm hella proud of it, so the link's going here too

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20588258

…. BOYFRIENDS ….

I cant not have this on my dash

Not to brag but our cosplayers

are fucking amazing.

Not to mention our fan artists

are extremely talented

and their works are absolutely

inspiring.

And the show/webcomic itself

brings a ‘togetherness’

like no other.

It shows the world that no one is alone

and we’re all brothers and sisters

at the end of the day.

And no matter how often there is conflict

be it countries with their political problems

or just best friends trying to sort things out

It will always resolve

and come right back to being

Caring

Carefree

Accepting

And just plain silly!

It teaches us about culture

And history

and how to respect it.

This is a fandom that is

Remarkably

Positively

Extraordinarily

Perfect.

Jlajdjskscn adding on to this bc I feel I didn't explain my position clearly and I don't want people to assume things: I feel that gun control and reform is incredibly necessary, at least where I live in the U.S. We have a mass shooting a day almost, and more school shootings than should ever be tolerated. Most students(myself included) go through lockdown drills and get training on what to do in case of a school shooter, and are afraid that they may be the victims one day. This said, I also hunt and bench shoot for fun, and my dad taught me how to use both a rifle(to hunt/bench shoot) and a handgun in case I ever need to defend myself. We definitely need frequent mental health and gun safety knowledge checks, as well as a gun safe requirement. However, eliminating all guns is not the solution as people use them for many things other than murder. And sure, in a utopian world we wouldn't need guns for war or self defense, but that's the world we live in. Also yikes sorry for gettin all political on ya I just have very strong feelings on this issue

China 🇨🇳

Akhakasjaf I'm just imagining Austria doing the "Help I've Fallen And I Can't Get Up" like the boomer he is

Hey does anyone have a good headcanon why Austria spent some time in a wheelchair? I think it’s because he fell down the stairs or somethin’.

So I feel like Lan Zhan's perspective is needed, so here goes:

I sat quietly, watching a very drunk Jiang Cheng try to hit on XiChen, who was already his boyfriend. I exhaled slightly, mentally cursing Wei Ying for bringing me to this party. Everyone was drunk, high, or passed out somewhere in the noisy house. It was already three hours past the time I normally went to bed, and Wei Ying was nowhere to be found. I got up, ready to retrieve my husband and go home. I looked around the house for a bit, before I ran into Nie Huaisang.

He was clearly intoxicated, with blushed cheeks and slurred speech. He waved his fan in front of his face and smiled at me. "Hey, Wangji,"

"Hello," I greeted him curtly. "Have you seen Wei Ying?" I inquired.

"Wei Ying? I don't know exactly, but I assume he's the one crying and shouting 'Notice me senpai' from Jiang Cheng's closet," Nie Huaisang giggled, noticing my slight look of confusion.

"He's stoned off his ass. Everytime someone enters the closet, he screams 'NOTICE ME SENPAI', so we just sort of closed the door on him. If it helps, his cries got weaker as time went on," He explained.

I was immediately worried. Had he gotten hurt? Had someone hurt him? I quickly raced up to Jiang Cheng's room, and threw open the closet door. Sure enough, Wei Wuxian was sprawled on the floor, crying.

He saw me, and let out a weak, breathy, "Notice me senpai..." before dropping his head to the floor once more. He looked pathetic and sad lying on the floor, high on god knows what. I picked him up, lifting under his knees and arms to carry him bridal style, close to my chest.

He leaned his head into my neck and sniffed violently loud, before murmuring, "This is the good shit..." Wei Ying promptly passed out in my arms. I planted a soft kiss on his forehead, and began to carry him downstairs to go home.

Au idea for MDZS: WWX is a smushed closet pot brownie. LWJ just walks into the closet, picks up the pot brownie and leaves.