#charlie yi

[occult-roommates]

Beach babes 2023: Cherry red with Charlie

Then, Charlie had to run inside so her little vampire butt wouldn't burn to death under the bright Sulani sun. 🧛🏻‍♀️

[lazycranberrydoodles]

BEEF EEF!!!!!

follow to put more gods into cute outfits 🌸

[wedreamedlove]

The way the horizontal post-evolutions are basically classical Chinese paintings, wow.

The heroine (us) is Sun Wukong.

Lu Chen (Evan) is King Yan. Qi Sili (Sariel) is Ao Guang. Xiao Yi (Osborn) is Erlang Shen. Zha Lisu (Charlie) is the Bull Demon King. Xia Mingxing (Jesse) is the Six-Eared Macaque.

[hikoorie]

The Unknown Paradise - Quiet Impact: 2624

[scarefox]

Lowkey annoyed at people who are so deep in the top/bottom cliche mindset that they overlook the canon happenings that are the opposite of those cliches 🤨

This is especially about:

Ai Di x Chen Yi (they are switches tho)

Charlie x Babe

Huaien x Xiaobao

But what's weird with Huaien x Xiaobao is that they aren't even that far away from the usual top/bottom cliche constellation, with Huainen being taller and dominant. But I guess it's because he's feminine and gets called "wife" a lot, that some people didn't catch that he's top every time they have sex so far.

[normystical]

we do a little shitposting

[aishangotome]

Main Story Chapter 17-20 (NIGHT ENDING): The Third Bang (第三声巨响) | Light and Night 光與夜之戀

Chapter 17-19

♡———♡

You: I never wanted to abandon you!

Osborn sneered, then raised his hand and flung me to an empty space nearby.

He still held the gun in his other hand, the barrel slightly adjusted to point back at the people kneeling on the ground.

You: No!

Bang – a gunshot rang out. The water pipe on the wall burst, not hitting anyone, but the people on the ground screamed in terror.

Osborn seemed to find pleasure in this, tilting his head slightly to appreciate the scene.

You: Osborn, stop! They are not all people who deserve to die!

"Osborn" looked at me coldly, his expression filled with increasing sadness.

Osborn (Boy): You can pity them, but why can't you pity me?

Osborn (Boy): What will it take for you to pity me?

The accusations were gone, replaced only with pleading. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally, he looked at the gun in his hand.

He raised his hand and pressed the barrel against his temple.

What was he doing?!

Amidst the cold sound of the gun being cocked, the person opposite me smiled again. This time, I sensed a strange relief in his smile.

The water on the floor rose higher and higher. He stood in the water, as if waiting for it to drown him.

Osborn (Boy): If I die, will you feel any pain?

I wanted to nod, but I didn't dare, afraid that if he got a positive answer, he would pull the trigger without hesitation.

I could only look at him helplessly, trying to find a trace of clarity in those mismatched eyes.

You: Osborn, look at me, listen to me.

You: I broke my promise back then. I was too scared. Those three days felt like a dream, but I never wanted to abandon you!

You: I always knew I would come back for you. I would help you get better. Just give me a little time, okay?

Osborn shook his head in pain, as if he could hardly concentrate. The hand holding the gun didn't even tremble slightly.

Osborn (Boy): I don't need saving anymore. All I want now is to be destroyed along with them.

Osborn (Boy): Actually, I should have done this long ago.

He seemed to have finally found the answer in his heart. No matter what I said or did, he wouldn't change his mind.

We were only a few steps apart, yet it felt like we were miles away. The distance between me and that sleeping soul was truly vast!

I remembered Zhou Weicheng's words. When it came to the worst-case scenario, he could only rely on himself to pull through. Where was he now? I tried to suppress the trembling in my voice.

I needed to speak to Osborn, the Osborn I knew so well.

You: Osborn, I know you can still hear my voice.

You: This ear is yours, the eardrum is yours, the brain is yours, and the heart is yours too. You can't not hear me!

You: Ever since I left him and went with you, I abandoned him too.

You: I understand how you feel. Even if I say I don't regret it, it's hard not to. You're wondering what would have happened if you hadn't abandoned him back then.

You: Me too. Seeing you in pain, I regret it so much, but we can't go back in time.

You: Osborn, you have to wake up. You have to wake up, so we can face this together and move forward together.

My voice trembled. Would this work? Could this possibly work? All I wanted to say was, don't leave me behind –

Just then, Osborn's eyes flickered. He slowly raised his other hand, veins bulging, and grabbed the hand holding the gun.

He was waking up! I almost cried out, but then a gunshot rang out.

My words caught in my throat, I lost the ability to breathe. But Osborn remained in the same position, his hand unmoved, no blood flowing. The sound – it came from behind!

A sense of danger made me want to turn my head for a split second, and in that moment of distraction, the spot where Osborn had been standing was empty.

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17-20 (LIGHT END) | Return to Masterlist

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[deathbyoctopi]

Imagine the Yi City Crew at Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory.

Xue Yang going batshit crazy with overstimulation, licking and biting everything on sight, downright feral. Xiao Xingchen chasing after him, trying to keep him from actually eating an oompa loompa. A-Qing having conquered a little candy shrubbery-covered hill, and sharpening her pole to stab at anyone who dares come close while stuffing her face with candy berries. Song Lan being creeped out of his fucking mind at the unsanitary conditions of the factory, and how disgustingly sticky every last square inch around him looks. 

And Willy Wonka standing next to him with his quizzical smile, trying to figuer out who the fuck are all those people, and immediately leaving in his glass elevator while all the doors lock and the room starts to flood with chocolate. 

[lummisthehermit]

Super cute😭😭😭 I don't hate narcissists if he is handsome and with some specialties like Charlie. Talking with him always makes me laugh.🤣🤣🤣 (And he is lustful like Osborn and Evan, or even more...) I've just reached level 32 and about to meet Jesse in the chapter 8. Besides, tomorrow is The Moon Festival and we have a continuous holiday in Taiwan, our Boss let us to leave office from 15:30 not 18:00, it is VERY GOOD!

[darkhoneybrowneyes]

Tropes and their pairings:

1. Pat and Pran!

3. Vegas and Pete! Or Prom and Nont!

6. Is this not what happened to Sand and Ray?! Or a Waan and Tul au 😲 ?!

7.North and Sonic! Or Chen Yi and Ai Di!

9. Charlie and Babe! Or Ae and Pete! (especially if Pete is the one feeling jealous)

10. Kim and Kenta!

If anyone write writes a fic on any of these^

Please let me know!!!

Fun Trope Combos Part IV

I used a random number generator to combine some fictional tropes from my big tropes list. Let’s see if you get inspired by them!

Enemies to lovers x Friends with benefits

Power of friendship x Everyone lives

Morally ambiguous character x Honeymoon

Defying prophecies x Time travel

Kid fic x Banter

Making out as a distraction x Friends with benefits

Sick fic aka one being the other’s caring nurse x Oblivious idiots

Fluffiest fluff x Joining the villain

Honeymoon x Jealousy

Mutual pining x First meeting

For no. 3: everyone tell me a morally ambiguous couple that you want to send on their honeymoon.

[occult-roommates]

Happy Halloween! Dawud is a cowboy, Daniele is Käärijä, Akva is a green Barbie, Charlie is uh...a sexy maid I guess, Kino is a hippie, Joseph is a unicorn, Rudi is an angel, Marisa is a devil, Ralf is an old timey aviator, and Audrey is a 50s housewife.

[luveline]

steve!! i miss him too :( what about a cute kbd christmas fic?

kbd —the harrington's start preparing for christmas. mom!reader, 2k

When you get home to absolute silence, you assume your kids have been abducted and your husband murdered. When you find the laundry baskets have been moved off of the stairs and the mountain of little shoes by the door has been lined up neatly, you guess the killers must've cleaned after it happened. 

You forget the stiffness of your back and pinched toes. Arms full of grocery bags, you shoulder into the living room with your tongue between your teeth. “Oh,” you say, breathing out, “good. You're alive.” 

Your girls are sitting in a wavy row. Avery lays with a long leg hanging over one couch arm, littlest Wren by her side swaddled and propped with pillows. Dove sits at Wren's other side with her rainbow Teddy bear in her lap. Bethie, precious sweetheart, is sleeping smushed against the opposite armrest with Steve's sweatshirt over her lap.

“Hey, honeys,” you say quietly, so as not to disrupt their mild moods, “everyone okay?” 

“Yeah, mom,” Avery says without looking away from the TV. 

“What about you, Dove? You okay?” 

“Yis,” she says shortly. 

You turn to the TV, confused. What could be interesting enough to hook them both? Even Wren seems to be watching the TV, her tiny face demure. 

“What's this?” you ask, squinting, before a familiar white beagle takes to the screen. “Oh, it's A Charlie Brown Christmas!” 

“Mommy, can you please be bit quieter, please?” Dove asks. 

You snort and hurry past them to the kitchen. The smell of homemade cinnamon rolls envelopes you, the heat of the oven warming your wind-nipped nose. “Hey,” you say, though you can't actually see your husband anywhere. 

He pops up from behind the kitchen table with water dripping down one wrist, a rag in hand. “Hey!” he says, ditching the rag in a bowl of suds, quick to wipe his hands dry on his chest and stand. “I didn't hear you. You forget how to yell?” 

“And disturb the peace?” You sigh in relief as he takes the heavier bag from your wrist to push onto the clean countertop. “Thanks.” He takes the other bags. “Thanks, baby.” 

“Y'welcome,” he says easily. He looks like he's had a long day in that his shirt is wet in four different places and in three different colours, but he looks happy, cheeks a red hue and almond eyes creased with a familiar fondness. 

Steve's pretty much always happy to see you. You lay claim to at least two of his smile lines, and you love to feel them with your fingers to affirm that they're really there, he's really happy, in this life you made together. (An exhausting, lovely life.) You raise your hand to his cheek and cover one such wrinkle with your fingertips, tilting his face into one palm. “You've been busy today,” you say gently.  

“So busy. All the bedrooms, the bathrooms. Soon as I wipe down the baseboards in here, I'm done.” 

“Want me to do it?” 

“No way. You'll take all my glory.” He presses his smile into a flat line, though the love stays behind in his eyes. 

“I'm gonna look at everything just as soon as I put the groceries away, I can't believe it,” you say, kissing him chastely, then the corner of his mouth before pulling away. The soft brush of his lips lingers on yours, but nothing feels as good as the way he looks at you. “You didn't have to do it all, baby, I would've helped.” 

“Christmas will be here before we know it,” he says with an unbothered shrug. “It creeps up on us every year. I figured I better get the jump on it if I was gonna get it done, but then they've all been so weirdly well behaved. Dove hasn't cried once.” 

“Bethie's sleeping, you know?” 

He takes your arm before you can turn away and works you into a hug. 

“I know,” he says, cupping the back of your head. “Was Wren alright?” 

“Best big sister is looking after her.” 

“God, we don't deserve her. She's not stressed, is she?” 

Avery loves being a big sister, but you're both wary of how she might feel responsible for things she shouldn't have to be responsible for. “She looked fine. They were watching TV.” 

Steve gives you a steady, soft squeeze. You press your nose down into his shoulder with your arms curled around him to breathe him in. He smells of disinfectant, the sugary Christmas one that the girls can't get enough of. Avery begs him to spray down the bath before she gets in so it'll smell nice, and every time he promises her he'll buy her a bottle of bubble bath, but a little disinfectant isn't bad for her, anyways. From over Steve's shoulder you can see he's used it well, every surface sparkling clean, no corner or speck of grime left to survive. 

You kiss his shoulder. “You really didn't have to, Stevie, but thank you. It's amazing in here.” 

He hums into the side of your head. “I love you.” 

You totally, totally get it. You'd clean a hundred houses for him, even with four girls badgering you as you go. 

“Love you too. You finish the baseboards, I'll put the groceries away, and we'll sit down before they realise they're being well-behaved.” 

Steve likes your plan, leaving you with a last little squeeze to get done cleaning. You sort through what's in the fridge, throwing away stuff past due, noting on the whiteboard stuck to the fridge what's about to go bad soon, as well as the dates for the meat. What you've bought today should last for at least two weeks, but it never really does. 

You keep some of the Christmas goodies on the counter and hide the rest away atop the cabinets out of sight. 

Avery runs in as you're taking off your shoes. “Mom, Bethie's crying about something.” 

“Oh no. Thanks, babe, I'll be right there.” 

You sneak a peek at Steve before you go. His brow furrowed in concentration, the muscle of his upper arm tenses and releases with every scrub of the baseboard. It's… Well, you married well. 

Beth cries on the couch, she and Dove pulling at the same dark blob of material while Wren looks on in quiet confusion. She's too small to sit, laid on her back, but she's started turning her head, following people and their movements, and when she sees you, she smiles. It's a very Steve-like expression. 

“Hello,” you say, picking her up carefully, kissing her little head. “Let's get you out of the splash zone, sweetheart.” 

“Mom, she took daddy's hoodie!” 

“I want it!” 

“What if I go get another one of daddy's hoodies?” you ask, attempting a swift defusing. “How's that? We can all have one.” 

“I want this one,” Beth insists. 

“I want it,” Dove says, glaring at her older sister. 

Bethie is a gentle soul that won't pull it out of Dove's hands, even when she maybe should. She cries and balls her hands into the fabric to stop from losing it completely, sending you a desperate frown, “Mom, please, I had it first.” 

“Yes you did, honey. Dove.” You look her straight in her little face, knowing this won't end well. “Bethie had it first, okay? You can have it later, but until then, I can go get you one for yourself.” 

Dove hates that. Wren hates that Dove hates it, and everybody starts crying. Avery didn't follow you out of the kitchen, likely kept behind by Steve to save her from the coming massacre, but she'd probably start crying too from the sheer overwhelming volume. 

Can't have everything, you think. 

“Dove, don't make me call daddy in here. Take your hands off of daddy's sweatshirt. Now, please.” 

Dove shrieks and lets go of it, throwing herself down off of the couch to cry into the beanbag instead. She kicks her legs, and Beth looks shocked at the outcome, any victory overwritten by guilt. She climbs off of the couch with her arm already held out to give Dove the sweater, but you stop her. 

“That's yours, baby, you keep it. Daddy gave that to you.” 

“I'm not being a good sharer,” Bethie says. 

“There's enough to go around,” you promise her. Dove's just showing off ‘cos you've said no, not because there's something special about that sweatshirt. Sure, it has a reindeer on the chest, but Steve has tens of Christmas sweatshirts. 

You get to a point as a parent where the crying becomes white noise, and you can manage one at a time or none at all. Bethie nods, and you lean down to give her tearstained cheek a kiss before turning to Dove with Wren grizzling in your arms. She can't decide if she's upset or not, it seems. 

“Dovey, don't be angry at me, please? Let's go get you another one. Okay? You could even have one of mommy's, if you wanted.” 

Not good enough. She cries and cries and cries until Steve enters the room, his confusion dramatised as he holds out his hands to her. “Dove! What's wrong, sweetheart?” 

“Mom won't– mommy won't–” She sobs. “I want that one.” 

“Mommy's just doing what I asked her to,” Steve says, bending down at the waist to meet her eyes. “So be mad at me, okay? Mommy didn't do it, I told her that that one's for Beth. How about we go and get you another one?” 

Dove immediately takes his hand, appeased now she has someone on her side. You flop down on the couch as they walk away together with one last child to soothe. Wren goes down easy. All she wants is some shushing and back patting. 

“Is it over?” Avery asks, tiptoeing back into the room. 

You laugh. “Yeah, it's over. Sorry.” 

“I'm sorry for hiding,” she says. 

“There's nothing wrong with sitting somewhere quiet when things are too loud, bub. You gonna come and finish your movie? We can get dad to rewind it for us.” You hold out an arm. She sits in front of it with a smile like she's been given the world. 

You really don't deserve your girl. 

Steve and Dove return changed. Steve's in clean pyjamas with wet cheeks, Dove drowned in one of Steve's snowman sweaters. He rewinds the movie without being asked, and he squeezes in beside Avery, and everyone lets out a simultaneous sigh of relief. 

He finds your shoulder across the back of the couch, feeling along it like he knows every curve and divot. It doesn't take long for you to settle in and relax, soothed as the girls had been by a touch of comfort. Your attention flickers between his peaceful face and the baby as she snores on your chest. 

“Snoopy is sooooo bad,” Bethie whispers happily, looking to her big sister for an agreement.  

“He's mischievous,” Avery says. 

“That's a big word,” you say, “where'd you learn that one, honey?” 

Steve pats your arm. He doesn't say anything, just lets you know he's there with you. 

“We're reading a book about Santa at school and they said all the mischievous kids end up on the naughty list.” 

“That's not necessarily true.” You kiss her forehead. “You girls are mischievous, but you're still good girls.” 

“I'm not mist-jiv-us,” Beth denies. 

“You're the most mist-jiv-us,” Steve says, “I know what you're up to, Bethie bear. I always know.”

“I'm not up to anything!” she denies, giggling at his accusatory tone. 

“I am naughty,” Dove says. 

You and Steve laugh at the same time. “Only a little,” Steve says. 

“A lot!” Avery says. 

Dove just laughs and lays back against Steve's chest. Avery languishes between you and Steve like a princess, propping her leg over your thigh, and Beth snuggles into your arm. You breathe in the smell of Wren's hair, totally relaxed in the squeaky clean depths of the living room, your family finally in one place. 

Steve deserves a great, huge, heaping thank you, but you don't have anything to give him. You turn to him over Avery's head, trying to think of what to say to him to express how grateful you are for all that effort and love, years of it, but when he meets your eyes you know he already knows what you want to say. 

“Can we pretend there's mistletoe or something?” he asks, looking down to your lips, his own pursed into a longing pout. 

“Yeah, Stevie,” you say, lifting your chin invitingly. “Wow, look, there's mistletoe! You know what that means.” 

You can feel the shape of his smile when he kisses you, and though he keeps it short and sweet, that evening his hand stays on your arm for hours drawing hearts between iterations of your name, one loving letter at a time.  

[wedreamedlove]

To thank the citizens for their contributions to the construction of Guang Qi City over the past three years, tonight, Guang Qi City is holding a large-scale awards ceremony, Guang Qi Star. Guang Qi's Peacekeeper Award, Guang Qi's Professional Dedication Award, Guang Qi's Outstanding Entrepeneur, Best Contributor... Who will these major awards fall to? Come to the awards ceremony to find out!

[hikoorie]

Tempted Heart PV

[circuscl0wn]

The “Dangling Chain” Chronicles: BL Edition

- Love in The Air: (Payu & Rain)

- Pit Babe: (Charlie & Babe)

- Cutie Pie: (Yi & Diao)

- Only Friends: (Boston & Drakes character)(Boston & Top) (Boston & Nick) (Sand & Ray)

Bonus points for Payu, Ray, and Babe because their chains have crosses LOL

[sleepythug]

What are some movies that every aspiring cinephile should watch?

battleship potemkin (sergei eisenstein, 1926)

city lights (charlie chaplin, 1931)

M (fritz lang, 1931)

freaks (tod browning, 1932)

brief encounter (david lean, 1945)

out of the past (jacques tourneur, 1947)

the third man (carol reed, 1949)

late spring (yasijuro ozu, 1949)

kiss me deadly (robert aldrich, 1955)

a man escaped (robert bresson, 1956)

touch of evil (orson welles, 1958)

la dolce vita (federico fellini, 1960)

peeping tom (michael powell, 1960)

man who shot liberty valance (john ford, 1962)

the exterminating angel (luis buñuel, 1962)

shock corridor (samuel fuller, 1963)

kwaidan (masaki kobayashi, 1964)

dragon inn (king hu, 1967)

playtime (jacques tati, 1967)

once upon a time in the west (sergio leone, 1968)

two-lane blacktop (monte hellman, 1971)

aguirre, wrath of god (werner herzog, 1972)

touki bouki (djibril diop mambety, 1973)

the conversation (francis ford coppola, 1974)

the passenger (michelangelo antonioni, 1975)

nashville (robert altman, 1975)

the killing of a chinese bookie (john cassavetes, 1976)

mikey and nicky (elaine may, 1976)

sorcerer (william friedkin, 1977)

days of heaven (terrence malick, 1978)

blow out (brian de palma, 1981)

8 diagram pole fighter (lau kar-leung, 1984)

mishima: a life in four chapters (paul schrader, 1985)

tampopo (jūzō itami, 1985)

blue velvet (david lynch, 1986)

something wild (jonathan demme, 1986)

landscape in the mist (theo angelopoulos, 1988)

sonatine (takeshi kitano, 1993)

salaam cinema (mohsen makhmalbaf, 1995)

fallen angels (wong kar-wai, 1995)

taste of cherry (abbas kiarostami, 1997)

cure (kiyoshi kurosawa, 1997)

the thin red line (terrence malick, 1999)

beau travail (claire denis, 1999)

yi yi (edward yang, 2000)

all about lily chou chou (shunji iwai, 2001)

memories of murder (bong joon-ho, 2003)

dogville (lars von trier, 2003)

tropical malady (apichatpong weerasethakul, 2004)

silent light (carlos reygadas, 2007)

sparrow (johnnie to, 2008)

holy motors (leos carax, 2012)

phoenix (christian petzold, 2014)

personal shopper (oliver assayas, 2016)