At This Point, I Know I Am Just Screaming Into The Void By Posting This. The Probability That More Than

[ID: lettering art by OP. In the center the message "free Gaza" in red text is combined with the Palestinian flag and black blocking to make a square shape. The lettering for "free Gaza" has three red drops of blood in the enclosed parts of the letters. The background of the entire thing is a light tan color. In each corner is a motif of an olive branch. On the top and bottom of the border is written "free the people free the land" in red text, and on either side of the border is written "ceasefire now! ceasefire now!" in matching text. /End ID]

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Modern AU Jinshi x Maomao fancomic! I like to think Gyo loves teasing Jinshi about his feelings for Maomao, but Jinshi keeps denying it (tsundere Jinshi!)… until Maomao overhears them one day.

it's such an incredible feeling to find an author on ao3 and realise they've been writing fic for 15 years. never let anyone say that people age out of fandom.

Merry Christmas ('s eve) everyone! After finishing most of my work for this month, I wanted to make something fun, so here it is!

(Reminder that the version of the characters here are from my comic "summarizing tgcf without having read any of it" and so are inherently ooc)

Jun Wu has been left out...

if your support of decolonization (anywhere) is predicated on your view of the colonized people as exceptionally peaceable, equitable, environmentally conscious/“in touch” with nature, or otherwise morally superior by your own personal standards, it’s not support. the only moral high ground colonized people need to justify decolonization is …. not being the colonizer

I don't like when people try to make hua cheng all cool and chill like no he's not. He's a pathetic loser. He probably cried himself to sleep after leaving that mountain. He probably passed out after seeing xie lian's ankles for the first time.

i don't respect americans and what they refer to as chicken sandwiches because when i was working at my old job as a barista slash sandwich bitch (australian) i had this american tourist come in and order a chicken sandwich so i started MAKING. her. a chicken sandwich. asked her what kind of bread she wanted and she looked at me funny. i said We have sourdough, rye, multigrain, wholemeal, plain white bread. she said I Want A Chicken Sandwich. i, roughly 19 years old at the time and not getting paid enough to deal with rude americans, realised we were at some sort of stalemate, although i didn't really know why. i change tacks for a second and say Okay. Well would you like chicken schnitzel or would you like plain roast chicken. and she says. Are You Listening To Me? I Said I Wanted A Chicken Sandwich. i am smiling at her from behind the counter and gripping a large knife. "i'm trying to make one for you, i promise. i just need to know what kind of bread and what kind of chicken and also what other fillings you want". or at least i say something LIKE that. secretly at this point i'm hoping that she outright yells at me so i can have an excuse to go stand in the walk in freezer for a few minutes. eventually we figure out that her idea of a chicken sandwich and my idea of a chicken sandwich are not the same, and i have to explain to her that we don't have burger buns here and we also don't have fried chicken. she says fine, but she says it in a tone that indicates that she cannot believe this is happening to her and that it is, singularly, my fault. i give her a bunch of options for food we DO sell and she ends up ordering something With Ketchup. i smile at her and i say "oh you mean Tomato Sauce". i was antagonizing her just a little bit at this point. a tiny bit. because she deserved it. she looks me in the face and says, Americanly (smugly) something about my attitude and how she won't be tipping. i gleefully tell her "we don't have tipping here." and then i secretly charged her two extra dollars for being an awful person. and that's my story about americans and chicken sandwiches. okay love you.

xie lian save me xie lian...my midterms...my assignments my grades...........

[ID in plain and alt text: digital art page of xie lian drawn 3 times. one the left is a full body drawing of him squatting down one arm propped on his knee, cheek resting on his hand. He is looking off into the distance with a sort of blank contemplative look. In the top right is a full body drawing in a chibi style. Xie lian is smiling at the camera, arms extended out on his sides. There is a small heart drawn next to him. On the bottom right is a half body drawing of him in the same chibi style. 3 butterflies flutter around him, one resting on his finger. He greets them with a flustered smile. End ID]