Absolutely love when I'm walking down the sidewalk and I encounter a crow.
Because that crow is obviously not going to move for a PEON like me. It just does a grudging little sideways shuffle, and then goes back to eating whatever detritus it found.
Most wild animals are like, "oh shit oh FUCK a human ohgodohgod!!" And they scramble away as fast as they can.
Not crows!
"FLY away? Oh, honey. It's adorable you think you're worth that kind of effort. 💅 I will scoot six (6) inches to the side, and you will have to make do."
You're so right, little dude. I am not worth it! Don't fly away for the likes of me!
Fucking suburb, you funky little corvids. ♥️
...LOL. That was supposed to say "superb" obviously. But you know what, the autocorrected version works too. This did occur in the fucking suburbs!
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Anyone who knows him would be SHOOK to find out he does this as a side-gig. Because he doesn't seem like the type?
But it's actually very impersonal! He's nothing more than a collection of muscles and sinews, shapes and angles, to these artists. It's not erotic or weird at all.
I am once again thinking of beautiful black widow LWJ, in a birdcage veil, smoking from a cigarette holder as he tells the police officer that yes, he is so distraught over his wealthy husband's untimely demise.
Shattered.
Simply crushed.
Anyway. 'Pearls for a Funeral' really awakened something in me, and I'm extremely sad that there isn't more noir-inspired fic for this fandom.
OK, I wanna cleanse myself after my little don't-leave-unsolicited-concrit rant. 😅 I want something soft and good and pure. Something very wholesome and positive.
So talk me about your wangxian-as-parents headcanons!
I know I've talked about this at some length already. But my Most Vital Dadji Headcanon is that LWJ just buys his babies...so many things.
He cannot be tamed! He cannot be stopped! He was put on this earth to spoil his WWX and his babies!
WWX tries to protest that one baby does not need seventeen stuffed animals. Lan Zhan. Please be reasonable. They can't even play with that many toys!
LWJ nods solemnly. Then he fishes his phone out of his pocket and orders an eighteenth stuffie, right then and there.
Number one: if I'm gonna do this, I would love a proofreader. I know there are some typos in the fic that snuck past me.
If anyone wants to do a quick-and-dirty proofread (or, better yet, if SEVERAL people wanna chip in, so I can split the chapters up) that would be amazing.
Let me know if you're interested! I'm just looking for a very rough catch-all-the-lingering typos proofread.
Solid English skills are a must. But no prior editing experience is necessary.
Folks, I am noodling around with the idea of formatting "love, in fire and blood" as an ebook once I'm done with it. With nice little chapter markings, a cover image, a foreword/afterword, etc.
Initially, I just wanted to do this for myself!
Just to formally bring to a close a project that's devoured that last 7-8 months of my life. Just to have a "product" I could hold in my hands, so to speak.
But I wonder if this is something others would be interested in? If I did this, would y'all want to download it?
To be clear, I'm not trying to 'sell' anything. I'm just talking about formatting it as a EPUB/PDF and setting it up somewhere for a free download.