In celebration of International Women's Day, I want to share 10 of my favourite dramas with incredible women protagonists. They are loveable, courageous, ambitious, and sometimes annoying, dramatic, and stubborn. They are not perfect, they may remind you of a mother, daughter, wife, friend or perhaps yourself. Like someone who exists in our lives. ♡
Lady Tough (2021) 突如其来的假期
Remembrance of Things Past (2021) 我在他乡挺好的
Dear Diary (2021) 我的巴比伦恋人
Delicious Romance (2021) 爱很美味
Mad Doctor (2022) 村裡來了個暴走女外科
Twenty Your Life On 2 (2022) 二十不惑 2
Shards of Her (2022) 她和她的她
Song of Life (2022) 三悦有了新工作
Faithful (2023) 九义人
Rosy Business 2: No Regrets (2010) 巾幗梟雄之義海豪情
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Liu Jing is my least favourite character she’s just so miserable like it’s hard to watch. Song Chao is annoying I get it but she doesn’t have to talk to him that way
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Astarion: lean into it! Don't resist your urges! Just be yourself!
The Dark Urge: *Eats a Dwarf*
Astarion: oh shit you're crazy-crazy.... know what, I can work with this, it's fine
The Dark Urge: *tries to kill Astarion specifically in the night*
Astarion: H E Y NOW.... no, you know what. I can still work with this.
This man hasn't had a single thing to call his own besides his clothing in 200 years, his Person may be absolutely fucked but he's not returning them for a refund, he's gonna keep em.
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Thinking about the way dungeon meshi does queer horror. Using horror to tell queer stories is already subversive, but dungeon meshi subverts it even more
Normal queer horror is like. A monsterous desire and immortal love of something isolated/hated and the uncontrollable but suppressed need to consume someone to live and they only die if you break/pierce their heart. its great.
In dungeon meshi, the group is STARVING. they do things the way they're expected to and they're so deprived that eventually, one of them is consumed by that monsterous desire.
Then when Falin becomes a monster, she doesn't eat Marcille because she doesn't NEED to, Marcille already offered herself up as part of Falin by mixing her own blood with the dragon's for the resurrection.
Also Marcille is a monster too!! She doesn't need to be turned by Falin. She's a 'witch' doing black magic for one but she's also very vampiric
Her name is super vampirey especially given one of the translation spellings was Marcilla, an annogram of Carmilla*. And Marcille is very similar to Marceline from Adventure Time so it's a name with heavy connotations to me. Also her staff is Ambrosia which means immortal.
*ps Carmilla is the original modern vampire that inspired Dracula and also a lesbian. she used annagrams of her name (Marcilla, Mircalla, Millarca) to disguise herself across hundreds of years.
Marcille is like. a vampire in that death is a big part of her theme. She can breathe that immortality into someone else using her resurrection black magic and death is a huge part of her character. She wants them to live as long as she does. To make them immortal. Like. Like a vampire. Vampires which are unholy when her love interest is a cleric.
But once again this is subverted!! she doesn't 'turn' Falin, she makes her undead by giving her own blood instead of taking Falin's. Falin becomes a monster not because she's attacked or turned, but because her DNA, something INHERENT about her is now intertwined with the monster. so a god-like figure merges them. Then the only way to free her from that frenzy and grant her autonomy again is to finally consume her. something inherently lesbian about all that i think idk about you
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Saw this post on my page as I was scrolling and immediately got inspired, so I opened my notes and started writing. This is fresh out of my brain, so enjoy! ♡~
Characters Included: Laios Touden; Kabru of Utaya; Asra Alnazar; Yaad Melini; Thistle
Warnings: none - fluff
If you ever were to approach him and decided to ask him "what exactly is so great about me?" Oh he'd start slowly pointing out "obvious" things. They're obvious to him, maybe not to you if you're insecure about yourself, but hell they are one of the first things that stand out to him. He'd look at you with a gentle smile as he points out how your hands fit so nicely in his. How he loves the feeling on your skin against his when he's holding you, caressing you ever so softly.
He loves the way the sun hits your hair, whether it be short, long, tied up or not, the sunrays always manage to tangle in your locks and create a soft angelical halo around your pretty head. He adores the way your chest subtly rises and falls when you breathe in and out, and how if he were to rest his pretty head over the place where your heart is, it'd lull him to sleep, creating a soft rhythm for his ears.
And then he would start going more into depth about things. Don't expect him to just answer with a: "you're pretty/beautiful, smart, funny" because that just simply won't do. It's not enough to describe how it makes his heart feel whole and full of light.
Speaking of full of light; "have you got any idea of how beautifully your eyes shine whenever you smile?"
He says your voice feels like it's carried by the wind itself whenever you speak. It's beautiful. Never too loud, never too soft, just perfect for him to listen to you all day long without getting tired.
"It's as easy as breathing to love you, and more necessary than air itself" he'd declare, placing a hand over his heart, swearing it on his life.
He likes your curves: your stomach, your shoulders, your hips, your legs, and not sexually, no he'd never just mean it that way. He loves the way you carry yourself, the way you walk and how your hips shift with every step, how your arms swing softly by your sides and how your hair seems to softly bounce.
In your face lay the most gorgeous features any painter would've loved to portray in a portrait, that years later, would end up in a museum for everyone to admire and gush about how breathtaking the model was.
Lips as soft as a summer breeze, refreshing and always leaving you wanting for more. Eyes as bright as the sun, eyelashes as its rays of light. Cheeks sometimes the canvas of a gentle blush whenever you're too cold, or feel too shy.
He loves you from the inside out and from head to toe, and that is something that will never change. It didn't happen yesterday, it won't happen today, and it won't happen tomorrow either. You are a beautiful child of nature, made of beauty and love, meant to be happy and even more.
In his eyes, perfection has a definition, and it's you.
A/N: I've been racking my brain all day trying to get inspo to write what has been in my ask box for days now, but instead wrote this. I'm happy but also disappointed in myself ;-; please tell me this happens to someone else too (this is me:)
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