#Love At Second Sight
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scovilletwothousand · 1 year ago
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this might be something weird as hell but hear me out
sometimes i feel like cdramas are so nice to watch because they are so censored that it's hard to put anything in that's really truly negative. bad guys are almost comical sometimes, and the characterization is usually pretty flat for all characters. good characters stay good and bad characters stay bad, and usually a lack of morally grey characters, with traitor characters generally being characterized in such a way that makes them stick out. asshole MLs are always assholes for a reason (not necessaily a good reason but a reason nontheless) and end up nice and puppy-like by the end.
there's a lack of anything that requires political knowledge or deep thinking because it's all just propaganda (cmon, these couples get married and have kids? getting married i can get behind but these FLs want KIDS? en esta economía? there are other examples but i cant think of them right now)
anyways everything is so washed away and sugarcoated or flattened that it doesn't really elicit a response like if you saw something darker.
of course this might be because i watch romance cdramas and who is putting dark political shit into romance dramas? but i feel like there's a real point here, but of course i could just be flat out wrong
tldr: i luv the escapism that cdramas give me
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euesworld · 2 years ago
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"You were my love at first sight and every look between, it's almost as if you had walked directly out of my dreams.."
Walking up to you is like walking into sunshine - eUë
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beautifulscreaminglady · 8 months ago
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Part of me understands that there are children in the world who have such a voracious appetite for learning that they will advance to college level when they're young teenagers, but another part of me wonders how many parents push their kids too hard to make themselves look good above focusing on what their kids need - time to relax, to build social relationships with people their own age, to explore non academic hobbies. I don't care what kind of complex mathematics you can do if you can't do laundry.
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spiderliliez · 2 years ago
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Joséphine Japy (as Olivia Marigny) François Civil (as Raphaël Ramisse) Scenes from the French fantasy-drama MON INCONNUE (2019) [+] Joséphine [GIF Collection] 🌸 [+] ..more French Films 🎬
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tytangfei · 2 years ago
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HELLO, NEW MINI DRAMA ALERT: this might be a good one?? So I randomly came across the compilation on YouTube and decided to check out the ratings and it had a decent review, so I watched it and it's pretty cute and also angsty??? The actors are very cute and have great chemistry and the acting isn't bad!
It's tencent's Love at Second Sight about two people who were deeply in love and were high school sweethearts but then suddenly she broke up with him and disappeared. Five years later, they meet again and he tries to get her back, and the truth of the break up unfolds...
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mysticdragon3md3 · 2 years ago
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dailychinesedrama · 2 years ago
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© 网剧二见钟情 
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beautifulscreaminglady · 10 months ago
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to love someone is to turn around.
"if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around" yes you would. if you were orpheus and you loved eurydice, you would. to love someone is to turn around. to love someone is to look at them. whichever version of the myth — he hears her stumble, he can't hear her at all, he thinks he's been tricked — he turns around because he loves her. that's why it's a tragedy. because he loves her enough to save her. because he loves her so much he can't save her. because he will always, always turn around. "if i was orpheus i would simply —" you wouldn't be orpheus. you wouldn't be brave enough to walk into the underworld and save the person you love. be serious
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hairmetal666 · 26 days ago
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Steve goes to a gay club for the first time alone. He and Robin, they'd talked about it since moving to Chicago, but every time they made plans he got cold feet.
But on a random, rainy Saturday with Robin back home in Hawkins, he decides fuck it, puts on his sluttiest jeans and polo, and goes to the damn club. He's sick of being nervous--he's going to make out with a guy for the first time tonight.
The club is crowded, loud, sweaty, the energy a pulsing wave. He's overwhelmed immediately, but it's invigorating. He pushes towards the bar, orders a beer, then cozies himself against the nearest wall.
He sips his drink and watches beautiful men dance and kiss and play, and he wants to be part of it, get out there, find his own person to get close to but--
What if none of this is for him? He feels out of place in his clothes, with his hairstyle, an old version of himself that doesn't belong in this world.
There's a swell of sound at the bar, and he glances over, expecting drunks or fighting. Instead, he sees a guy who makes his plans to leave slip straight from his mind.
He's unlike any other person there, even within his group. Long, curly hair, visible tattoos, ripped black jeans, a faded black t-shirt under a big leather jacket. He moves with purpose and grace, obviously uncaring about fitting in.
Steve can't stop watching him, transfixed. He buys another beer, settles back against his wall. He knows it's weird, but can't bring himself to care. Not when it's helping him feel more comfortable in his own skin.
The guy, he's vibrant, the brightest spot, his laughter reaching Steve even over the pounding music.
He's beautiful.
The lights flash, illuminating his face and recognition hits Steve like a fist. It's Eddie Munson, former freak of Hawkins High.
Steve's spine straightens, chest tightening. He can't believe--I mean there were rumors about Eddie in school, but he's here, right now, in Chicago, and Steve--Steve--
He abandons the remains of his beer, rushing out the door.
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Steve goes back the next night.
He doesn't mean to; didn't have any plans to do it, but the clock turns to 9 and he pulls on the same slutty jeans, this time with an old blue t-shirt a size too small.
It's not because Eddie could be there again, he reassures himself as he shows the bouncer his ID. It's not like he wants to see him or has been thinking about him nonstop. No, it's because tonight's the night he finally makes a move. He needed a test run to find his footing, but now--
Eddie's at the bar. His hair is pulled up, loose tendrils around his face. No jacket this time; the rolled up sleeves of his black t-shirt showing off his wiry muscles, the swirling ink of his tattoos. Something low and hot clenches in Steve's stomach.
There's no way he's going to be preoccupied with Munson tonight. He came here to flirt and dance and maybe get lucky, and he'll ignore Eddie. He will.
Steve orders a beer, sits at the bar this time, his eyes lingering on black ink and pale skin. No matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to tear his eyes away from the ease and assurance Eddie moves with. He's so unafraid to take up space, it's intoxicating.
He loses track of Munson when he orders a second drink, his face no longer immediately visible in the crowd. Disappointment sinks his stomach until a voice to his left says, "You better be planning to buy me a drink, pretty boy."
The voice is low, oddly melodic, and he turns to find Eddie Munson's sparkling brown eyes gazing down at him. He's surprised, hides it, says, "Sure. What are you having?"
Eddie's mouth opens, but his eyes narrow. "Wait--Steve Harrington??"
"Um." His mouth goes dry. "Munson. Hi?"
"I--uh--wouldn't think this was your scene." Eddie shifts back, puts distance between them, and Steve hates it. Hates that Munson thinks the space is necessary, hates that he used to a person that made people feel that way.
"Yeah, well. A lot has changed since high school."
"Is that right? Surely not this much."
"Wouldn't you like to know."
Eddie's eyebrow lifts, but his mouth is a tight line. "Have a cigarette with me."
Steve nods and follows him out a side door into a narrow alley. Eddie pulls out two cigarettes, hands one to Steve. There's something about the cold politeness that sends a fizzle of disappointment down his spine.
"What brings you here?" Eddie asks.
"To Chicago or to this club?"
"Don't be cute."
"Can't help it." He smirks and Eddie rolls his eyes. "I moved to Chicago three months ago with my best friend, Robin. I'm at this club trying to explore my bisexuality."
Eddie's in the middle of taking a drag, splutters on the smoke. "Holy Shit."
He shrugs, knows he's blushing. "What can I say? I've spent the last few years learning about myself."
"And one of the things was that you like dick?"
"Looks like it."
'Well, goddamn, Steve Harrington."
"Impressed?"
Eddie licks his lips, steps closer. "Maybe I am."
"I aim to please." Steve lets himself grin.
"I bet you do," Eddie's voice goes even lower, and heat dances deep in Steve's stomach. "Wanna dance?"
"Thought you'd never ask." Steve blinks up at Eddie from under his eyelashes.
They go inside and join the bodies packed on the dance floor. At first, they keep their distance, dancing and laughing with an arm's length between them, but it's not long before they're drawn together, arms twining, legs pressed together. Their eyes lock, Steve can't look away, wouldn't even if he wanted to. Eddie's hands go to his waist, pull him closer.
"You're gorgeous, Harrington," he says it with his lips pressed to Steve's ear, goosebumps spreading across his skin.
"Yeah?"
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"Of course."
Eddie's mouth presses closer. "I used to have the biggest crush on you in high school."
"Fuck, Eddie," he says. "That's so--"
"Weird?"
"Fucking hot, dude."
"Can I tell you another secret?" Eddie's voice is all rumble.
"Course,"
"I can't stop thinking about kissing you."
"You could do something about it."
Eddie smiles, eyes going darker, almost predatory. He leans in, their breath mingling, Steve's hitching.
"You sure you want me to?" Eddie asks, mouth barely brushing Steve's.
"Please," and it comes out like he's been punched.
He thinks the kiss will be hard, hot, but Eddie's hand is gentle as it cups the back of his head, slowly pulls him in. It's a soft meeting of mouths, almost tender. His head is swimming, blood thrumming low and hot and sweet. He parts his lips and then all he can feel, taste, sense is Eddie.
It cracks something inside him, and his fingers dig into the fabric of Eddie's shirt, eagerly licking into his mouth. It must crack something in Eddie too, because he's hauling Steve impossibly closer until his legs have to wrap around Eddie's waist, or they're falling.
They break apart with a breathless laugh, both red cheeked and bright eyed. They don't move apart, instead they dance and make out until the music stops and the lights come up.
Eddie twines their fingers together as they walk to the exit, Steve sweaty and elated and a little head over heels.
Out on the sidewalk, basking in the cool air, Eddie stops him. "Can I--uh, take you for a drink? Or back to my place? I don't--not to assume, but I--"
"Both. Anywhere," Steve laughs. "I don't want this night to end."
Eddie's smile is brilliant, heart stopping. "Your wish is my command."
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maninthemirror · 2 years ago
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Love At Second Sight.
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angermango · 1 month ago
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i try to warm up and/or fight off burnout by making dumb memes/joke edits for anything (with middling success). this is the PL edition of the latest abominations i concoted in my lab
originals: [1] | [2] | [3 (blank)]
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beautifulscreaminglady · 10 months ago
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do you ever stop grieving people who have gone away?
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spiderliliez · 2 years ago
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Joséphine Japy (as Olivia Marigny) François Civil (as Raphaël Ramisse) From the French fantasy-drama, MON INCONNUE (2019)
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duu-kiwi · 1 year ago
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I bet aziraphale wrote about the day the universe was made, about the angel whose voice recited the words that created the stars, about how bright they shone, and still shine, in those angel eyes✨🪐
Here you have some detailss and a cropped version with just!! them!!!
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edit: prints link !
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tytangfei · 2 years ago
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Him, fantasizing about telling her off when she brings his phone back to him in person:
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Reality, where she just sends the phone through the mail instead:
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dailychinesedrama · 2 years ago
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© 网剧二见钟情 
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