I Still Hope That One Day There'll Be A 19 Days Podfic

jian yi: someone's trying to kill me, it could be anyone!

zhan zheng xi, concerned: do you have any suspects?

jian yi: no, it could be anyone!

zhan zheng xi: i mean not necessarily, it’d just have to be someone you pissed off.

mo guan shan & he tian: no, no, jian is right, it could be anyone.

two yawning kittens has been spotted

jian yi: it's okay, babe, don't worry~

zheng xi: how did you call me?

jian yi: babe, you don't like it?

zheng xi: you can call me whatever you want.

jian yi: ok, optimus prime.

jian yi: lol guess what

mo guan shan: bitch with the way you live i have no fucking idea

and then mo pulls down his pants too:

Mo: Fuck you! I am done with you stupid shit!!

Tian: But, Mo... wait. I need to show you something

Mo: What!?

Tian *put his pants and show his underwear*

Mo:... Fuck you

mitski 🤝 arctic monkeys

being tianshan anthem

At the first night

i hope it was oldxian's «other work» and now she'll take up on a 19 days new chapter🛐

i was rereading 19 days and for some reason i imagined he tian playing the piano after chapter 270.

now i headcanon that he tian so confidently promised to learn to play the guitar in a week not just because he's a pretentious asshole. he tian already knows how to play another instrument, the piano, because in his childhood his mum often sat him next to her or on her lap, and little tian listened to her play with a throbbing heart. she taught him for a while, and then, after her death, he tian continued to practice simply because it reminded him of his mother, of those few bright and warm moments from his childhood that he wants to cherish and preserve forever.

he tian doesn't have a piano in his apartment, because technically it's not his apartment, but his uncle or some other relative. or he was too lazy to move it/buy a new one, idk... after all, he tian still hasn't sorted out the boxes with his stuff since moving into his current apartment, and he's about to move again soon (.,_.).

i just can't get over the picture in my head where he tian is playing some melancholic and sorrowful melody, and guanshan is leaning his forehead against the glass of a huge window, watching the raindrops trickle down. when he tian finishes, they huddle together on the couch for a few minutes and then tian rests his head against redhead's lap. guan shan gently strokes his hair, and they talk and talk and talk...

he tian: just be yourself! say something nice

mo guan shan: which one? i cant do both.