I Think The Mouse Is Eating The Bait Out Of The Trap. Landlord Still Wont Let Me Get A Cat. (Allergies,

I think the mouse is eating the bait out of the trap. Landlord still won’t let me get a cat. (Allergies, so, understandable.) We may end up back at glue trap or a snap trap. Take the mercy, rodent.

The only problem with #5 is the fact that the Yiling Patriarch and Hanguang-jun would have something to say about someone trying to make their son apart of their harem.

Some mdzs fic ideas with a couple svsss crossovers thrown in

1 Following the dissolution of Jin Zixuan's and Jiang Yanli's betrothal, Yunmeng Jiang starts getting new hopeful marriage offers - from Nie (sent by Huaisang on behalf of Mingjue because he wants to see his brother happy and also never wants to end up as a sect leader so his brother clearly needs wife and kids asap and only the best will do), from Lan (Qiren on behalf of Xichen), from Wen (Wen Chao thinking he really has a chance)… Turns out the only female child of a major Sect Leader has options. 

2 Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing have a (probably adrenaline fuelled, absolutely ill-advised) fling in the middle of the Sunshot Campaign. Jiang Cheng intends to do the respectable thing and marry her. Wen Qing convinced him to do the sensible thing instead, and so they elope. This changes everything.

3 Instead of losing his Golden Core, Jiang Cheng dies. This leaves Wei Wuxian and Jiang Yanli to pick up the pieces of Yunmeng Jiang. And Wei Wuxian doesn't do anything by halves  Aka, Wei Wuxian becomes the Yunmeng Jiang Sect Leader and instead of Wen Ning's, it's Jiang Cheng who becomes the Ghost General. 

4 Just before the Wen attack Cloud Recesses, Qingheng-jun suffers a qi-deviation. Shen Qingqiu would REALLY like to stop transmigrating like this. 

4.5 Nie Mingjue's qi-deviation ends with Liu Qingge landing in his body like a ton of bricks. 

5 Luo Bingge, in his search for a Kind Version of his Shizun, finds one Lan Shizui to be the perfect match. 

Not gonna lie, thought this was a daemon AU at first.

Chancellor of the Morning Sun

I know, I am (more or less) fashionably late, but nonetheless - happy birthday, Zewu Jun!

I was browsing through the MDZS/CQL elves that I drew way back when for @perkynurples 's Mirkwood AU (← that's the tag, btw), and I came across Lan Xichen and was like "Poor guy. You really did him dirty with that stiff pose, huh? Let's try that again, shall we?"

Hence this. He is very deer to me (get it? Deer? 🦌)

It's been ages since I drew a deer, or a deer-like creature really, so please forgive me any inconsistencies and anatomical weirdnesses,

Lan Xichen / The Untamed / Mo Dao Zu Shi © Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Please bring back alterations and how to do them. I can mend and do simple sewing, I should not be stuck with clothes I can’t alter.

This weekend I was told a story which, although I’m kind of ashamed to admit it, because holy shit is it ever obvious, is kind of blowing my mind.

A friend of a friend won a free consultation with Clinton Kelly of What Not To Wear, and she was very excited, because she has a plus-size body, and wanted some tips on how to make the most of her wardrobe in a fashion culture which deliberately puts her body at a disadvantage.

Her first question for him was this: how do celebrities make a plain white t-shirt and a pair of weekend jeans look chic?  She always assumed it was because so many celebrities have, by nature or by design, very slender frames, and because they can afford very expensive clothing.  But when she watched What Not To Wear, she noticed that women of all sizes ended up in cute clothes that really fit their bodies and looked great.  She had tried to apply some guidelines from the show into her own wardrobe, but with only mixed success.  So - what gives?

His answer was that everything you will ever see on a celebrity’s body, including their outfits when they’re out and about and they just get caught by a paparazzo, has been tailored, and the same goes for everything on What Not To Wear.  Jeans, blazers, dresses - everything right down to plain t-shirts and camisoles.  He pointed out that historically, up until the last few generations, the vast majority of people either made their own clothing or had their clothing made by tailors and seamstresses.  You had your clothing made to accommodate the measurements of your individual body, and then you moved the fuck on.  Nothing on the show or in People magazine is off the rack and unaltered.  He said that what they do is ignore the actual size numbers on the tags, find something that fits an individual’s widest place, and then have it completely altered to fit.  That’s how celebrities have jeans that magically fit them all over, and the rest of us chumps can’t ever find a pair that doesn’t gape here or ride up or slouch down or have about four yards of extra fabric here and there.

I knew that having dresses and blazers altered was probably something they were doing, but to me, having alterations done generally means having my jeans hemmed and then simply living with the fact that I will always be adjusting my clothing while I’m wearing it because I have curves from here to ya-ya, some things don’t fit right, and the world is just unfair that way.  I didn’t think that having everything tailored was something that people did. 

It’s so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t know this.  But no one ever told me.  I was told about bikini season and dieting and targeting your “problem areas” and avoiding horizontal stripes.  No one told me that Jennifer Aniston is out there wearing a bigger size of Ralph Lauren t-shirt and having it altered to fit her.

I sat there after I was told this story, and I really thought about how hard I have worked not to care about the number or the letter on the tag of my clothes, how hard I have tried to just love my body the way it is, and where I’ve succeeded and failed.  I thought about all the times I’ve stood in a fitting room and stared up at the lights and bit my lip so hard it bled, just to keep myself from crying about how nothing fits the way it’s supposed to.  No one told me that it wasn’t supposed to.  I guess I just didn’t know.  I was too busy thinking that I was the one that didn’t fit.

I thought about that, and about all the other girls and women out there whose proportions are “wrong,” who can’t find a good pair of work trousers, who can’t fill a sweater, who feel excluded and freakish and sad and frustrated because they have to go up a size, when really the size doesn’t mean anything and it never, ever did, and this is just another bullshit thing thrown in your path to make you feel shitty about yourself.

I thought about all of that, and then I thought that in elementary school, there should be a class for girls where they sit you down and tell you this stuff before you waste years of your life feeling like someone put you together wrong.

So, I have to take that and sit with it for a while.  But in the meantime, I thought perhaps I should post this, because maybe my friend, her friend, and I are the only clueless people who did not realise this, but maybe we’re not.  Maybe some of you have tried to embrace the arbitrary size you are, but still couldn’t find a cute pair of jeans, and didn’t know why.

Reblogging for the last one

The ultimate power move in a vampire/fairy rivalry would be the fairy inviting the vampire over for tea. The vampire has natural dominion over anyone who invites them into their home, the fairy has natural dominion over anyone who violates the laws of hospitality, and neither can refuse the appointment without showing weakness, so it’d just be a constant headgame of the vampire trying to manoueuvre the fairy into a position where the obligations of hospitality allow the vampire to eat them, and the fairy trying to trick the vampire into doing something that would allow the fairy to declare them a poor guest.

Rip Jason David Frank.

The Greatest Power Ranger to have ever lived.