A mess.

lord the peasants are so loud today

pheasants. PHeasants. The birds

don't worry guys I got the fire extinguisher

hold on i need to engineer an image that will cast 20 psychic damage on a niche group of people

"wow, that is one unreal, gorgeous specimen of a man, i want him on my team" - han jisung about lee know in any and all cinematic universes, probably

pikachu is drowning

This ain't about him

You like desert duo when they’re healthy I like it when they kill each other we are not the same

thr funniest part of therapy to me is when you first come in and you're exchanging niceties and they say "hello! how are you" and you say "im fine how are you :)" and then 30 seconds later they put on their therapist voice and say "so how are you doing?" and you go well lisa. believe it or not im doing Bad

Bingyuan is such a funny concept to me, bc it has that moshang thing where the hottest man you've ever seen is in love with some guy, but up to a thousand because of Luo Binghe's hysterics. like, imagine you're bystander watching the hottest man you've ever seen in your life have a mental breakdown in public bc his date is 5 minutes late, you're pretty sure you heard him sniffing back his tears while on the phone, then his date, world frailest twink, walks in wearing an Itachi Shirt, scolds him for being such a drama queen then walks out holding hot man's hand while the dude follows behind him like a little kid, i'd think i witnessed something i shouldn't tbh

I don't think any protagonist can ever top Wei 'Yiling Laozu' Wuxian. No one is doing it like him. He is an icon. He can shoot arrows blindfolded. He is a prankster. He falls for a boy and decides immediately that he must have said boy's attention on him at all time. He is necromancer exacting his vengeance. He is just three years old. He is a flirt. He has his first kiss in his twenties. He does not remember your name. He does remember that one song his crush sang to him in a cave when he was injured and feverish. He is a sunshine boy. He survived the hell of hells. He died and was unhappily brought back to life. He's the bizarre genius, the miraculous hero, the force of the rebellion, the flower that blooms alone. He walks the single plank bridge alone. He is the awesome gay uncle who knows everything. He is a pretty boy. He is the most moral, steadfast person you know. He is just a man throwing flowers to his love. He rips his hard won talent out to repay a debt that never was. He is a sister's boy. He is an abuse survivor. He is an urban legend. He is one of the most handsome men of his time. He has so much trauma. He plants children like radishes. He threw the arrow he was shot with from a rooftop and killed someone. He is a talented musician. He is a scheming fox. He can drink you under the table. He is so fucking tired of this bullshit. He has probably long since burned his tastebuds with the spice he puts in his food. He is broke. He kisses skeletons on their hands in gratitude. He confesses his deep, abiding love in the middle of being held hostage. He attempts the impossible and succeeding. He is an untamed hero, standing against a world condemning innocent. He is everything.

This 🥰