Coming Into A Fandom Late

every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up

I don’t think I could talk about The Sandman on here because, like, Neil Gaiman is here, just hanging out. I’d be like “Oh, I like how they visualized this one scene, it was different from the comics but I don’t think they original comics visualizations would have worked in live action “ or whatever And then Neil Gaiman might appear like “Yeah, we were having trouble figuring out how to do that scene until one of our production designers had a vivid hallucination while eating a 3AM Gyro purchased from an all-night food truck outside the Bass Pro Shop pyramid” and I don’t think I’m ready for that experience. Alternatively, I could say “Dream is a little too scrungly to be a classic Tumblr Sexyman, but he is prime meow-meow blorbo material” and Neil Gaiman might appear and say “Yeah, we were having trouble figuring out the exact ratio of Sexyman, poor little meow meow, and Blorbo, but the final characterization appeared to Tom Sturridge in a vivid hallucination while eating a 3AM Gyro purchased from an all-night food truck outside the Bass Pro Shop pyramid” and I don’t think I’m ready for THAT either.

you know what? fuck it (unproblematics your fave)

it occurred to me just now that living in horrible turbulent times means that studying your time period is likely to be the boring normie option in the future because that's what everyone studied

Aliens have captured you, and placed you in one of their nature preserves. However, they have sorely miscalculated on two issues: The amount of calories needed to keep a persistence predator sated, and the lethality/brutality of a hangry human.

sometimes plushies make me cry because it’s like. they’re little guys made to be loved. their only purpose is to be held and hugged and loved. we made them because we love making things and we love loving things. and they’re so cute

the audacity

did i ever tell u all that when i was 15 i went on a school trip to see romeo and juliet at the globe but my teacher didn’t realise until after he’d booked it that it was a ~sexy~ version with bdsm in it

Whenever I do worldbuilding I try to keep this image in mind

Wei Wuxian unknowingly left a headache behind for the Jins

I vaguely recall reading something about how the Greek’s made concrete(?) being unknown for so long. This real durable concrete and no one could make it.

Oh they had the recipe. They did have that! But it didn’t work.

Until someone used ocean water. They did not say it was ocean water because back then it was so obvious what you used, no one bothered noting it down.

I say this because I want everyone to consider this in regards to Wei Wuxian and the notes he left behind. Not only are they a chaotic mess – because he goes off on tangents about farming, Wen Qing being mean, A-Yuan being adorable, suddenly it’s all about Lan Wangji again wtf, and then there is the various doodles of both amazing art and insulting caricatures – Wei Wuxian only is writing for himself. He’s not making a cultivation manual, he’s making notes for himself, notes on his experiments, notes that tie into what he knows already. He’s personally improving his cultivation, not building a means to teach others.

So just imagine Xue Yang cursing as he tries to figure out why the ghost whistles – meant to either drive away or beckon ghosts, an improvement on the spirit-lure flags and meant specifically to help keep the Burial Mounds safe for the Wen Remnants – don’t work. He follows exactly what Wei Wuxian put down, makes them out of bamboo he carves himself and paints with the right characters in blood, and they still don’t work. Because to Wei Wuxian, living in the Burial Mounds it’s very obvious that he uses the bamboo that grows in the resentful energy rich Burial Mounds.

Or Jin Guangyao, trying to figure out how he made the Ghost General for the thousandth time and getting nowhere because no where does it specifically mention that part of it involved how Lan Wangji was there playing his guqin with spiritual energy and how that interacted in a fascinating fashion with the resentful energy to pull back Wen Ning’s mind after a lot of previous rituals and experiments. The closest it gets to noting that is the five page gush over Lan Wangji’s visit and the meal he shared with him alongside A-Yuan.

Mo Xuanyu keeps his position in Jin Sect in part because he can actually figure out a good chunk of Wei Wuxian’s notes and organize them into mostly useful forms. But even he sometimes struggles to figure out something left behind. Like the blood lock spell – that protects something from anyone who does not share your blood, something even more useful to Wei Wuxian as he’s an only child with no known living relatives – he tries multiple times, never getting it to work, and fails to realize the reason there is a doodle of the moon nearby is because it is the phase of the moon necessary for the ritual to work.

Just. Wei Wuxian, writing down personal experimentation notes, unknowingly driving the Jin Sect insane. And then when he returns he fails to understand what is the problem until Lan Wangji talks him through it and suddenly so much makes more sense.