Xue Yang: Why Won’t You Love Me, Xiao Xingchen? I’ll Be Anything You Want Me To Be! Xiao Xingchen:

One of the few screenshots I took when I was reading Heaven Official’s Blessing for the first time.

Someone on twitter said QYZ looks baked as hell and now I can’t unsee it.

Martial God of the North God of Love Keeper of the BL archives

She's adorable sob

Hair texture comparison!

Wei Wuxian vs Mo Xuanyu

miss em so bad 😔

The coffin thing is so funny because I think they really do both just shed all their brain cells around each other. I don't think either of them were secretly scheming to be squished into a small space together. They just built a default coffin on autopilot and they were both too afflicted by Hanging Out With Crush Disease to think that through. And then they both got to experience Oh Gods What Did I Get Myself Into. I really like to think that Pei Ming going "why didn't you just build a bigger one?" is the first time that option actually occurred to either of them and there is something uproariously funny about brilliant smart-mouthed Hua Cheng, who can absolutely crush civil gods in debate, standing there bedraggled and drenched with seaweed and sand in his fancy super-realistic hair, presumably magicking his raging boner down, internally screaming WHY DIDN'T WE JUST BUILD A BIGGER COFFIN?!?! and outwardly going "how about you kill yourself?"

❤️‍🩹 liam sketch

What was it like for Hua Cheng to touch his god for the first time?

Soft hands saving him, holding him close as blades clashed and a demon was struck down. Wu-Ming was careful, distant, a newborn ghost still adjusting to a new form. Just the idea of reaching out made him tremble.

But Hua Cheng, Crimson Rain Sought Flower, is settled and powerful yet the brief slip of Xie Lians finger on his wrist feels like fire to his warm skin. A thoughtless pull on his sleeve guiding him to look on the cart.

Did he trace it for days afterwards? He’s such a creature of devotion and habit, (rolling the pearl, twining the loose red strings, the same poem until the characters blur) did pressing on the spot on his wrist get added to the list? Swears he can still feel the heat—

Did he trace his lips when Xie Lian left him on the beach? Did he feel every point they pressed from the coffin long after it collapsed? And when they fell into an open volcano and his god was snatched from him (again!) did the lingering warmth on his palm feel like a betrayal?

And when the lanterns fly and he returns home, did a year of distance make him sensitive or was it the rush of first love beating in a dead man’s chest?

Will he ever grow used to Xie Lians warmth is a non starter; what he wishes for is that the novelty of it will never leave him.

so the biting scene was kinda wtf ridiculous to me at first but then i let it spin like a rotisserie chicken in my mind for a bit and like.

lan zhan is exceptionally powerful and hardworking and highly observant and has spent his whole life crafting himself into the perfect member of his clan, which means among other things suppressing all his emotions, and he really struggles with verbal communication and just people in general. and then in the span of like a week or two, he is powerless to stop his home from being burned down, is physically injured, then forced to leave his father on his deathbed to go be used as a human shield by the evil fucks who caused all this, while his brother is gone and may or may not be in danger himself. and then on top of all that, he is stuck in a cave without his weapons with a monster and his crush (not his crush bc he can’t have those types of feelings), who also happens to be the most annoying person in the universe who has been openly and inappropriately flirting with various women AND himself and then saving the women AND himself and just keeps being a yappy little shit and grabs his very personal sacred headband and won’t fucking shut the fuck up and is half naked on top of all that, and lan zhan isn’t able to communicate his feelings in the best of times and is currently too weak to even punch him in his obnoxious pretty face so of course he’s just gonna bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you

i get it, babe. you’re so valid.

During a recent nationwide air attack on Ukraine, a husband and father in Lviv suffered an unimaginable loss – his wife and three daughters were killed in a missile strike that destroyed their home. In an instant, his entire family was taken from him, leaving him to endure grief beyond words. Images of this tragedy flooded social media, serving as a heartbreaking reminder of the devastating human toll Russia’s war continues to inflict on innocent civilians. While the blame for such horrific losses is quickly placed on Putin, these victims were not killed by him alone. The missile that struck their home was not designed and built by Putin. The fighter jet that delivered it was not fueled, maintained, or piloted by him. Putin did not prepare the meals for the military and support personnel. The uniforms they wore were not sewn by Putin. Behind every strike and offensive operation is a vast network of Russian civilians and military personnel. This network includes countless individuals involved in every aspect of Russia’s so-called “special military operation,” from complex missile launches to basic administration. These tasks are carried out by average Russians working in various sectors – military, energy, manufacturing, food and agriculture, transportation, telecommunications, media. Each industry is critical to sustaining a war of this scale, and each employs millions of Russians. These workers may not hold positions of power or directly participate in combat, yet they are essential to maintaining Russia’s military efforts against Ukraine.

—Mariya Chukhnova, international security expert

Source: Opinion: Putin’s war? The case for Russia’s collective responsibility in Ukraine