clevermanka | Sunday Snippet, et. al.

How much do I want to be at Escapade, basking in the energy of people jumping into Guardian and History 3 Trapped? A LOT. I want it A LOT.

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Fanart: Chibi Brady Bunch. Zhao Yunlan pulls a Hey Sailor on Hei Lao Ge.
Why oh why didn't I write Ghost Story's Zhao Yunlan with glasses? If I could change ONE thing about the story, that would be it.
Zhu Yilong, sir, this look is a good look.

I don't share the Henry Cavill thirst, but I'm loving the tweets of people who are questioning their sexuality because of him.

ALERT ALERT there's a new dS vid from sisabet that will rip out your heart in the most beautifully horrible way.

Put off reading Brianne Benness's TED talk/essay about chronic illness until I felt I could deal with it. Turns out I still can't--not enough to respond to it yet, anyway, but it's good and important and if you know anyone with a chronic illness (or, unfortunately, have one yourself), I can't recommend it enough. "Many chronic illnesses are unlikely to take your life but incredibly likely to take you away from the life you love." Truth fuckin' hurts, yo. Ooof.

Onto happier things (which... pretty telling when "happier things" include a hurt/comfort fic that is nearly 29k words already and pretty darn sparse on the comfort). Ugh. Anyway. Not as momentous as last week's THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED snippet, but Shen Wei is SITTING ON IT at least:

"Ah, Shen Wei,” Zhao Yunlan mumbled, eyes still closed. “So much better when you’re in bed with me.”

Zhao Yunlan’s eyes flew open at Shen Wei’s gasp and he snatched his hand back. Shen Wei mourned the loss, disappointed but relieved. A ghost of the touch still lingered, tingling under the pajama fabric. Shen Wei wanted those fingers on him again, splayed across his hips, tracing under his waistband, pressing against him, inside him. He breathed in, slow and steady, and reached for the breakfast tray.

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