So, I’m awkward with actual humans. It’s not paranoia about my hacked governor module, and it’s not them; it’s me. I know I’m a horrifying murderbot, and they know it, and it makes both of us nervous, which makes me even more nervous. Also, if I’m not in the armor then it’s because I’m wounded and one of my organic parts may fall off and plop on the floor at any moment and no one wants to see that.
one last fancomic to finish off the year, from asr this time!!
I would absolutely kill for a Dracula adaptation that really delves into the tragedy of manners aspect of it, the way that everyone is so worried about maintaining exactly the right face to the right people and how that makes so much of their situation worse. Everything from Jonathan trapped in the bonds of hospitality to the situation with Lucy’s mother to a hundred instances of just not wanting to worry anyone. Like, give me a Dracula miniseries shot like it’s Jane Austen.
You could do a whole college essay about how one of Van Helsing’s strengths is in the way he disrupts social norms, even though he isn’t immune to them.
Credit to everyone who talked about this last year, I definitely didn’t come up with it, but it’s been living in my head rent-free since last fall and we’re watching it amp up again and oh how it hurts.
Just occurred to me that some of you may have never seen this music video. They had absolutely no reason to make it the way it is but damn they went hard.
One of the backstreet boys in 1997 : no I’m TELLING you, monster fuckers are the future.
Summary: Wei Ying is standing at the bus stop, shivering, as the snow keeps endlessly falling in thick flakes. He has been feeling slightly out of it ever since this morning, but he ignored it because he had to hand in an important report. Now, he’s regretting his decision to get up this morning at all.
Kay’s comments: A delightful story featuring fast burn Wangxian and minimal angst (but there’s still angst and it’s delicious) and Lan Wangji takes such good care of Wei Wuxian, which is all I want for both of them in life. In which Wei Wuxian has a fever and is out on the bus stop, but luckily Lan Wangji is there to take him home. Wei Wuxian is immediately enarmored with this handsome winter spirit who takes such good care of him and loves bunnies. They fall into a relationship and Nie Huaisang points out: Huh, is it a relationship or is he your sugar daddy? Cue misunderstandings.
Excerpt: “You shouldn’t let strangers into your apartment,” he says.
It’s a complete non-sequitur that makes Wei Ying laugh. Did he really wait to say this until the pot of food is almost ready to be eaten?
“That’s rich, coming from you of all people,” Wei Ying tells him, but not in a mean way.
Lan Zhan is right, obviously. You never really know what people are, and some of them are very good at hiding the ugly parts inside. Some people will show you a gentle smile and then beat you mercilessly once you put yourself in their power. It’s always a gamble, unpredictable and dangerous. But Wei Ying wouldn’t be here if he didn’t know how to trust. He would’ve never made it to this place if he hadn’t taken Jiang Fengmian’s hand that day and believed him when he said he was going to make Wei Ying a part of his family.
There’s something about Lan Zhan that makes him want to trust, just like he trusted Jiang Fengmian. There’s a solidity, a steadiness to Lan Zhan that makes him seem implicitly trustworthy. At the same time, even here in this kitchen, in a setting as domestic as cooking a meal, he looks somehow removed from the mundane, from earthly concerns and malevolent scheming. Wei Ying feels that if he can’t trust this man, there is little hope left in humanity.
pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no powers, sugar daddy lan wangji, strangers to lovers, getting together, angst with a happy ending, lan wangji loves rabbits, caring lan wangji, moving in together, childhood trauma, winter, snow, top lan wangji/bottom wei wuxian, wei wuxian has self-esteem issues
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