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OMG SHE'S EVERYTHING

The strange relationship Wei Wuxian has with Mo Xuanyu absolutely kills me. Wakes up in a confusing place and the very first thing he does is go through every scrap of paper he can find and learn the story of the man who gave up his body for him. Puts everything on pause so he can mentally curse out the people who did this to him. The instant sympathy. It's about the human connection and the grief felt for the very person whose death is the very reason he has a second chance. Never forget that the reason Wei Wuxian snapped back to Jin Ling was because he felt he had to defend Mo Xuanyu's honor. It's never an angst Wei Wuxian feels, but instead a reaching across to the afterlife he just came from and saying "I see you. If no one else in your shitty life ever spoke up for you, then I will." The series doesn't spend too much time lingering on it because we have places to go and people to see, but the fact that before he did any of that, the first thing Wei Wuxian wanted to do was wash their face and simply acknowledge the life of a man who died too young.

every time people wake up and realize that wearing red eyeshadow is cool again i always see all these articles and tutorials that are like "how to wear red eyeshadow so you don't look like you just crawled out of your own grave" and i'm honestly shocked and appalled because if that's not the look you're going for then what is even the point

there's no "skill" or "technique" to wearing red eyeshadow okay you just smear that shit all over your eyelids with your fingers or a brush you bought at the dollar store if you're feeling especially luxurious like god and gerard way intended

Mo Xuanyu’s ghost wrote this

Fanart so good I almost didn't reblog it because I thought someone was just reposting official art

louis du pointe du lac if he was born in the 90s: it was the two thousands... a new age, not only on the calendar, but across the ramshackle collage of fields and mountains and strip malls we somehow had the gumption to call a country. the era of the glossy Seventeen magazine, pilfered from a friend's older sister, the secrets of a womanhood we could only imagine grasping spilling out from its pages in a private, sordid puddle that we wished desperately to drown in. the siren call of claire's, a klaxon of childish hedonism, luring us with its gauche, sparkling fuschias and and royal purples and ever-present ocean deep ceruleans... an era of bedazzlement, not only on our clothes but on our TV screens, our magazines, the pulsating paisleys of the deLiA's catalogue promising us a future where a beaded curtain could bring a touch of Bohemian mystery to our banal, suburban homes...

As someone who loves both, this is the most balanced thing I've seen on this site in quite some time. Long live the fucky couples.