I Do Not Believe In Heaven Or Hell But Trust Me I Will Suffer Through Seven Levels Of Torment If It Meant

I do not believe in heaven or hell but trust me i will suffer through seven levels of torment if it meant you smile when you thought of me, for heaven forbide the day you see me as a enemy is the day i die

Who is more hot?

Wenkexing: his eyeliner when he is in chief daddy mode??? And his war fan is on another level.

Xie wang: his braids are the reason i breath and his eyeliner is the reason i am alive.

Personally i think the reason fanfiction stands out so muchis because it shows WHY the characters do what they do. And i mean yes in a drama you see what they do, how they do it but you dont see how their thought process work and its so intriguing to read about how the character make even the simple of interactions with others. Like just now, i am reading a mdzs fanfic and because of the circumstances meng yao and lan wangji are meeting eachother often and the paragraphs upon paragraphs of complex thought process between each dialouge may seem excessive to some but its so intresting to someone who has a hard time deciphering what people mean from their actions.

I just wanna say, this is one MORE reason i love fanfiction so much..

Thank you for listening to my rant

No words. Only these two

Summer Romance Dialogue

A: "This summer has been... perfect."

B: "I know. I wish it didn’t have to end."

A: "It doesn’t. We can still see each other after."

B: (quietly) "But it won’t be the same. Will it?"

A: "Maybe not. But I don’t want to let go of this. Of us."

B: "Neither do I. Let’s make the most of what we have, right now."

Is it just me or is Nil..... hot?

Okay so i'm currently in meridian, just after meeting up with nil on the border. But i seriously CANNOT be the only one who thinks nil is hot af up until now!

Like ik aloy turns out to be lesbian and mostly ace but like if she doesnt want him i'll take him:)

I guess its just something about deranged war criminals on the brink of madness...

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one-sided platonic feelings always hit me so hard. like. i want you to love me like a son, but to you i’m not much more than a servant. i swore our oath of brotherhood out of real devotion, and you swore it out of convenience. i want to go to the ends of the earth and the depths of hell for you and follow you until the end of time, and in your mind that’s no more than what i owe you