I know I talk about mdzs modern AUs a lot, but it's just somehow become a fascinating adaptation process to me, all these people making their personal calls about the nature of reality.
And a thing I keep coming back to is all the people who deliberately decide to give modern!wwx Mo Xuanyu's build.
To preserve the strength contrast that's leveraged for horny, which like, yeah that's fair, horny is an acceptable reason to make a story choice. I respect that, sometimes grudgingly.
But as a result of noticing this being done, oftentimes it seems without any reflection about why, I've developed this minor obsession with the fact that wwx in his own body at its adult height was fractionally shorter than lwj.
And this was the height he reached after a multi-year period in childhood living on scrounged garbage, plus the three months starving in the mass grave toward the end of his growth period.
Meaning that by all normal logic, a modern AU wwx who did not experience these periods of intense privation--which is most of them; it's quite rare for children to experience that particular form of total neglect in modern developed nations and modernAU!wwx's life ruining circumstances only occasionally involve intense physical torment--is going to be significantly taller as an adult.
Like. Add a few inches on there.
Where are all my adequately nourished six-foot-four Wei Wuxians???
I don't understand how people watch life on mars, see sam tyler die bc of listening to david bowie, centering the whole story around a david bowie song, giving sam a boyfriend best friend VERY STRAIGHT AND MACHO BOSS whose name is based on a david bowie song, making sam a canon david bowie fan and STILL not see how that boy is the most bisexual to ever bisexual
He's like the Madam of the Brothel reveling in the enjoyment of his clients lol but you also wanna get with him 'cause he's also the hottest chick there. He's like a final boss you wanna bang
October 25th 1974 KISS backstage with groupies (and Peter's then wife lol) at the Capital Theatre in Passaic, NJ.
What if I was dying of a blood fever and I had to fight or fuck, but my wife doesn’t want me so you and I have to battle to the death in front of my whole family. And we roll around in the sand and what if I cut your chest so that I can see your pecs and there’s a thin line of blood. What if I thought I killed you and it caused me such great despair that I snapped out of the blood fever. And what if when I came back home, which will never be home again without you, you came back to me, alive and well. What if I smiled and called you by your name. What then.