WangXian Fic Out!

WangXian fic out!

At a cultivation conference in Lanling, Wei Wuxian's impulsive words turn his world upside down. Suddenly, he and Lan Wangji find themselves at the center of an unexpected engagement rumor. Now, with the entire cultivation world believing them betrothed, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji must navigate a precarious dance of pretense and growing feelings. As their little ruse deepens, so too does the undeniable pull between them.

"Yeah, well, maybe we are!" Wei Wuxian had declared impulsively. Little did he know how prophetic those words would become. A tale of miscommunication, accidental confessions, and a love that was perhaps always meant to be.

The Shade Of Old Trees by Kryal In which WWX was ice'd for hundreds of years and wakes up in modern times.

i binge read this my whole day off and needless to say the worldbuilding got me on a chokehold 😩💖

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

New Hualian fic!

Xie Lian has been offering prayers for years to the Ghost King Hua Cheng in the hopes that Wuming (who he hopes survived) is being cared for in the Ghost City. Hua Cheng just finds out that his dianxia had been praying to him for centuries. I hope you like it! do tell me what you thought of it.

The story behind attributing colours to genders

Originally, the colour pink was masculine. Yes, shocked, aren't you? During the 18th century, European armies, including the British, used red as the primary color for their uniforms. Red was chosen because it was a strong, distinctive color that could be easily spotted on the battlefield. These red tunics were often made from a type of dye that wasn't very colorfast, meaning they would fade over time and with repeated washings. As a result, after numerous washings and exposure to the elements, the red dye in these soldier tunics would often fade to a lighter shade, including pink. These faded red uniforms were still worn by soldiers, and it became a symbol of their toughness and experience in battle. This association with strength and masculinity contributed to the idea that pink was a color of masculinity.

In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, the concept of gendered colors was not as firmly established as it is today. In fact, some fashion experts during this time period suggested that pink was a more suitable color for boys, as it was seen as a stronger and more vibrant shade, while blue was considered a softer and more delicate color and therefore more appropriate for girls.

Earlier, newborns were clothed in white, clothes often worn before by other babies as money was short. Eventually, when people stopped buying these clothes, manufacturers turned to advertising and started attributing these colours to genders because people would have to buy mew clothes every time a baby was born because what are the chances that a girl would be born after another girl? Pretty low.

The shift in perception began in the mid-20th century, and by the 1940s, advertising and marketing played a significant role in shaping the color associations we know today. Advertisers and manufacturers started promoting pink as a symbol of femininity, often using it in products and clothing for girls. This marketing strategy eventually solidified the modern perception of pink as a feminine color and blue as a masculine one.

Marie Antoinette

so it's three in the morning so excuse my ramblings but:

Marie Antoinette, first of all, did NOT say "let them eat cake" the girl was literally fed on a silver spoon, what did you expect? There's no actual evidence supporting this.

She was still a child when she was married off to Louis XVI! It was a political alliance, you can't possibly expect a 14 y/o to rule a whole nation.

Her world was Austria. She was born and raised there. France was an entirely new world for her. She knew nothing of the customs, the traditions. What could she do?

It's said that her last words were to her executioner for apologizing for stepping on his shoes. Does that really strike you as something someone so apparently heartless would say, even if she were trying to save herself? No. I didn't think so.

It's all easy to say from here but my point is that maybe we shouldn't treat her a some plain narcissistic queen—I believe she, like everyone, had her own issues and a complicated personality.