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[lutawolf]

“My Stand In” Episode 7 opinion and commentary.

esinegerp asked:

Lovely Luta, I just got caught up on My Stand In … I do love some tortured tears from a toxic boy who is now learning a painful lesson.  Please bless me with some commentary on the latest episode.

So here I am!

I would like to start by emphasizing that Ming is not a good person. Now, that doesn't imply a lack of affection towards him. I am merely highlighting the obvious to ensure that everyone is aware that I am not blind to his shortcomings. He exhibits sporadic instances of kindness; however, please note that this does not make him a considerate individual. He is not a nice person, but a person who can be kind.

This makes him an almost villainous love interest, which I appreciate. I genuinely appreciate that he is not our typical main lead. He is a selfish asshole, who does what he wants without regard to feelings. Unless he cares about you, which is rare. There are few who can get past his trust issues for him to care. Which is why he is in the conundrum that he is in. He doesn't trust people and likes even fewer. Ming’s instincts are telling him to trust Joe, but his typical distrust is getting in the way. 

Let's start this episode off by discussing the agreement between Joe and Ming. Ming is required to buy Joe's mother a house and pay her medical expenses. Does that include a housekeeper/caretaker? Cause that is who Joe and his mother are greeted by when they arrive at the new home. Is that stipulated in the agreement? I have my doubts, yet here she is. Allow me to explain. It could be inferred that Joe is responsible for obtaining her. However, it is worth noting that he is not the same Joe who possessed some wealth. And he likely expended the majority of the funds he had earned on the initial hospital payment that he had to make prior to Ming's arrival.

Now to the next scene. That kindness and assholishness is being shown right off the bat because Ming immediately.  The question, “Have you eaten?” is the kindness. But then, knowing his character, you can imagine that he is asking why he cares while he is nodding in reply to Joe. Which is why he so rudely throws the towel and tells him to take a shower.

I want you to look at the body language and expressions here. One conveys dissatisfaction, whereas the other expresses regret. When I say that Ming is so confused, this right here shows it. He feels immediate regret for hurting Joe, but he doesn't know why. This further agitates him. That's the thing to not forget, he can feel Joe in there, but his brain is telling him it's not true. Wouldn't you second guess yourself on that, too? Plus, he's being told that Joe is alive. So here he is in a pull and push game. Pulling him near because he can feel Joe in there but pushing him away because Joe is alive and this can't possibly be his Joe. Ming is going batshit crazy inside himself, and to be fair, he wasn't exactly sane to begin with.

That robe keeps taking me out of the scene. That is the tackiest wardrobe pick.

Oh, this scene kills me, but I think it expresses what I've been trying to say. Both of them are going through hell, but we tend to sympathize with Joe because he's not an asshole, and we know what happened. We also get to see his perspective, whereas we are left piecing it together with Ming.

Ming is an asshole, but the boy has been alone for two years, wallowing in guilt. He is clearly lonely and touched starved. Before, he was affectionate to the people he cared about, but now we've observed that he's really kept the people at arms length now. Not nearly as handsy with Tong as previous. He might not know to hate or blame Tong yet, but he knows that he was a source of discomfort for his Joe. He's living out the ideology that his Joe will come back, so he is trying to set everything in place for that. Furthermore, he is now in showbiz when he never wanted to be before. He is doing that so wherever Joe is, he'll eventually see him and recognize him. He does the watch commercial featuring the watch his Joe got him, just in case Joe might see it from wherever he is and know that Ming is waiting.

Everything Ming has shown thus far is that he truly believes that Joe is alive and will eventually come back to him. So why is he pulling this Joe close when it goes against what he believes? He doesn't have the answer to that either.

Ming is clearly disappointed to be waking to an empty bed.

Let us revisit the agreement once more as we watch Ming watch Joe make breakfast. Currently, Joe is intended to serve as a substitute boyfriend for a duration of one year. There is no mention of making breakfast in the agreement I heard. Yet here is Joe, making Ming breakfast. Until told otherwise, I'm working under the assumption that Joe felt the need to make Ming breakfast. If so, that speaks volumes, now, doesn't it?

Ming tells Joe to hurry back, that he'll wait for him. There is almost a softening to him here. All the flashbacks getting to him, or does he feel Joe more at this moment?

Sol makes Joe a main character. Does Sol finally feel Joe, or is he just finally moving on and he has a type? I would like to remind everyone that Ming immediately felt Joe, while Sol didn't. So right now I'm working under the assumption that Sol is moving on, and he has a type. Which isn't a bad thing, in the real world we would want someone to move on and find happiness.

Oh, no! Sol recognized his back!

Joe is trying to put that distance up. Is it for himself? Or is it for Ming? Both maybe? He can't possibly miss that he is basically reliving his past at this point.

Shit, suspicious Sol. Joe, you are a terrible liar, and you are also suspicious. “Even in death, misfortune still finds him.”

Sol is now asking himself, how you knew Joe had misfortune in life.

Allow me to point out that Joe is polite to Ming, but not to Sol. When he answered his phone, he didn't say, “Please excuse me.” As he does with Ming.

Sol taking the phone from Joe… That was strictly to antagonize Ming, who he holds responsible for Joe's death. He is seeing the past repeat itself as well. Sol is taking this all in.

The way Joe so quickly takes the phone away to make the conversation private. Barely puts up an argument. Now we could say this is due to Ming paying for his mother and that would be true. However, Joe could at least be a little bit of an asshole, but not once is he. He put a little argument in there, but quickly caved and stayed respectful the whole time. He is trying to put distance by using Mr. Ming, but it isn't working well.

Ahh, look at Joe puzzling it out. “A new life… but why do I feel like everything... Is going back the way it was?”

I love Wut and their friendship.

Hahahahahahahah! Serves the dick right for not being recognized. I can only imagine this is the friend that mom doesn't like. I love Joe's witty remarks back. It appears that both men, named Joe, don't have great taste in men, but at least Ming loves Joe. If he had known it was him laying in the hospital, he would have been there every day. Tharn doesn't give one shit about Joe.

Mom and Joe's relationship is everything. He is really soaking up the motherly love he'd missed out on. Aww… She's so cute. She's just happy to have her son back, but she still feels the need to protect him. I get that on cellular level. Until you are a parent yourself to an older child, you don't realize how hard parenting is. This is when you start desperately looking around for an instruction book, and then you realize there isn't one. Even me with my counseling knowledge am clueless and have messed up, but I try. I tell my kids, I'm giving this parenting thing my all, but ultimately, they'll still have to see a therapist for something I did.

I love, love, the empathy of Joe. He feels so bad for the Joe2 that there are tears in his eyes. He feels for his new mom and the pain of what Joe2 went through.

“Right now, the only person I love is sitting right here with me.” I'm not crying, you're crying. He really is such a lovely human being.

Ming questing Joe about the accident and if he dreamed of anyone. He knows the two men are connected, but he isn't sure how.

Joe packing for Ming. Is that part of the agreement? Is Joe just Ming's to be ordered any way he wants. Let's say that's true, Joe could still push back, but he doesn't. Just because of the situation with his mother doesn't mean he couldn't at least give attitude, but he quickly agrees.

What do you mean, Luta…? Just look at this scene. He sees the watch and he is taken back. Ming comes in and tells him to go away, but Joe puts up a fuss. He might have still left, but he initially gave attitude at being told to leave and not finish packing. Are you guys picking up on that?

Now look. Joe expresses his feelings and opinion on sleeping with the crew and Ming, while not happy about it, doesn't argue. Are you guys catching what I'm saying? Ming is most definitely the Dominant one in this relationship; however, Joe isn't an unwilling submissive. He isn't just going along with things because he has to.

Haha! Face it, Tong, you just aren't as important as you once were. Sorry, not sorry, Joe is more significant. Tong's shock at Ming just getting up and leaving him is lovely. Oh, how I hate Tong.

Everybody is hating Ming, and I'm over here hating Tong. We are not the same.

Jealous, jealous, boy. Look at Ming being his usual jelly self. He wants to know who that boy was.

See! See Joe standing up for himself and what he wants. Their agreement doesn't mean that Ming owns Joe, and Joe doesn't have say. Which means Joe is doing things for Ming of his own free will.

Dude, how has Joe not gotten caught yet!

Lonely, Ming doesn't know how to say he is lonely.

I adore how rude Joe is being to Tharn. Have I mentioned that I hate Tharn?

Um... How does such a short ass boy overpower such a muscular man. I mean it can happen but not in this way. This scene really wasn't executed well.

Okay, so now they're fighting, but it's like Joe really gets Ming. He knows Ming's jealousy now, so he is trying to come in with calmness and sense. Unlike previously, but Ming triggers him. Because Tong is Joe's trigger. He triggers Ming with his words, and it does trigger Ming. Because he knows this is something his Joe would have felt. Ming does what he has always done when triggered with unfamiliar emotions he can't understand, which is to angrily lash out and say the most hateful things. “I bought you so you could wag your tail for me. Not bite me like this.” But in that hate is a confession. Ming is saying that those words hurt him. He is being more communicative than he typically is with anyone, even previous Joe.

Joe is pissed off for not being heard and then being dismissed as a sex toy. He is spewing anger. He is pissed off, but he never once fights Ming. Now in real life this wouldn't fly, and active participation is required to have consent. However, we aren't talking about real life but art and with that, we have to read between the lines.

At one point, Joe clutches Ming's arm. Clutching, not pushing him away. Remember, we've seen what Joe looks like when he doesn't want to have sex. Just previously, he was fighting Tharn. We aren't seeing that here. Now his face says he isn't happy, but this feels more like angry fucked up sex to me. And yes, that is a thing.

And here comes Tong, to add his annoying voice to the mix and not letting us see how they would resolve their anger.

Joe is pissed off that Tong is interrupting. Look, play back the scene. We can see Joe is not happy, and he is grappling with his feelings in the midst of this fucked up sex session, but the minute we hear Tong's voice, there is pain and sorrow. Then when Ming stops and answers the door, and says it's nothing. His anger snaps, but his negative feelings towards Ming are nothing compared to his rage at Tong. I repeated this scene five times and yeah, that is what I saw each time. Notice, though, as he says excuse me, he does not look at Tong as he is leaving. He is forcibly not looking at Tong.

That little smile of self deprecation on Ming's lips and the way he shoves away from the door.

OMG, but I love that Joe throws Tharn out. Just loses his shit and tosses him out in the hallway.

You mean you would like him to hang all over you again, Tong. Look at how Ming is putting up that wall and distance. Finally! Give it to Tong, Ming!

Oh, these two broken men.

“Make me a coffee, too.” And Joe does, no questions. There is hesitation, some grappling with his feelings. Yet, he makes Ming coffee and with care too, the way he knows he likes. Remember, we've established this isn't a part of the agreement, so he doesn't have to. He could have said, no, make it yourself and walked away. Instead, he makes it and then walks away. He made a point with that polite excuse me and walk away.

So Tong took the credit and didn't let Joe have it last time. That explains why Ming was such an idiot about not knowing, that of course, that was Joe's back. It wasn't just Tong saying he did it, he actually took credit for it in on the show credits. Have I mentioned that I hate Tong?

Now Ming knows. Let the devastation begin.

The way that everyone just watches Ming have a mental breakdown. Are they used to it now? And the way Joe just stood there and listened. He ate that shit up, but the boy has such low self-esteem that I'm sure later he'll make an excuse for this.

Ahhh, I need the next episode now.

Well, that's the end of my commentary. I hope you enjoyed it!

[lutawolf]

This ^^^^^^

Art is meant as interpretation. Interpretation in art refers to the attribution of meaning to a work. A point on which people often disagree is whether the artist's or author's intention is relevant to the interpretation of the work.

Artist intention can offer insight into interpretation, but does not necessarily comprehensively reflect a work being one direction. The artist's intention is dynamic, not static, and will have evolved and altered during the development process of their creation, and this will reflect whether they meant to.

When it comes to shows and movies, you've also got to take into effect that this isn't just the director's or writers' art. The actors themselves will have their opinion that will reflect a certain emotion. That is why art can be open to interpretation.

[lutawolf]

Hidden Agenda Ep 1 Soft D/s Commentary

I was explaining to some friends that I feel Hidden Agenda was a great example of cultural D/s or soft D/s. I'm going to do my best to explain why I see it this way.

Now, first impressions would have you believing that these two are on equal footing. Both have attitudes and are giving as good as they get, but notice that Zo submits more often than not to Joke. At this time, we will say it's the nice guy in him, but notice that Joke is crowding Zo. While Zo might be reading it as an intimidation tactic, that isn't what Joke is trying to do. He is attempting to elevate himself to the top of the hierarchy at this juncture.

If you want to see real equal footing, look at Zo and his friend group. Each place with visit with them shows no hierarchy, not even ones typically seen in Asian culture. They speak casually to each other without any submission or dominance.

Now look at Joke on the bus with Zo. It's an immediate show of dominance. Joke is once again invading Zo's space in order to enforce dominance. Generally speaking, Asian relationships have a more Dominant partner and a more submissive partner, and this can be seen in more than just romantic relationships. Sometimes this also carries into romantic relationships, and sometimes it doesn't. This is due to their culture, which I'll tag @notfreetoday in on, as she explains this much better than me.

Anyway, we can clearly see that Joke is attempting to be the more dominant partner. Which is entirely different from Zo's friend group. Even when Zo pushes Joke's arm off, he still stays in Zo's space. Just look at his legs. Zo's legs are breathing room open while Joke is full on doing the man spread. This body language says a lot. It literally means this is my territory, I consider this person my territory. It speaks confidence in protecting what is his that he has claimed, whether it is space or person.

Have you ever noticed what types of personalities ask people to beg? Dominant personalities. Someone who wants to dominate over someone else. There are charming Doms, but most are also assholes, with bullying tendencies. The difference is, and what keeps us from being called bullies, we prefer people who like to be bullied.

Now, if you look at the debate club, you can see that how Zo treats Wave is what I mean by hierarchy. If you look closely, you can see the similarity to how Zo treats Wave and Joke vs. everyone else. There is more respect there for Wave, but the overall is similar. Even Zo with Nita, while Zo is shy, there is a casual equality. Yet with Joke, there is space invasion and bullying. Now, I've seen many people say that this looks like a regular relationship, but can you also see the Dominance and even, to a certain amount of submission? Now ask yourself if maybe this seems normal to you because you're used to hierarchy relationships.

The bar scene shows Joke man spreading again, but you can also see that he's giving Nita a fair amount of space. He isn't interested in claiming her as territory. Also notice how everyone is talking to Trin respectfully and not casually even when joking. Again, it's that hierarchy at play. Then we see more space invasion and bullying from Joke again, this is all Dominant actions. You can be attracted to someone and act on that attraction without being Dominant, but Joke is being Dominant.

You might be thinking, but Luta, I've seen many people flirt like this before. Indeed, those individuals who possess dominant personalities. Some people like it and others don't, which is why we teach consent. We emphasize that it is inappropriate for boys to be boys and pull a girl's ponytail because he likes her, or vice versa. However, this is actually the beginning of a dominant personality. I resent it when boys would do such things to me; however, I am a Dom and have been since childhood. Now, inquire of a submissive individual regarding their reaction. Consent is paramount, but it is not as important in fiction. So let's continue.

The bar bathroom scene. Joke is everything that Dom is. From the way he won't be pushed away, to the way he sternly demands Zo's submission, and even the way he is caging him in. Even the way Joke cares for Zo is 100% how a good Dom treats their submissive. We might bully them, but we also take care of them. We also don't kick them when they are down, we listen, we console and if it's our fault, we recognize. We bully but aren't bullies. Again we have Joke holding Zo back and using a tone to gain Zo's submission. Anyone notice that Zo does pause when given that tone?

Now look at the apology scene. Notice that Joke doesn't instantly forgive, nor is he angry. He explains and then we get teaching mode. Now we have commands, follow, sit, and Zo submits. This next part has all of you questioning me, right? When Zo gets pushy with Joke about his wound and caring for it. First, let's acknowledge that while Zo is relatively submissive, he isn't one hundred percent submissive. Then keep in might that there are different levels of submission. A brat submissive will absolutely fight with their Dom. Especially if it concerns their Dom's health.

The juice scene is my favorite. Notice how much more pushy and Dominant, Joke, gets when he becomes Zo's “mentor.” Forcing Zo into drinking the juice. Why was the drinking of the juice so important? “wo ai ni, ni ai wo, ting dong ma” translating to “I love you, you love me, do you understand?” He also mimicked the Chinese tradition of jiaobeijiu where the bride and groom would drink wine together in the bridal chamber and was used to symbolize the confirmation of marital union. This would either be one cup or two tied together by a red string. That little smirk from Joke, knowing he has completely pulled one over on Zo.

That is all for Episode 1. Let me know what you think of this in the comments. If you'd liked to be tagged when I do other episodes, please let me know. Hope you enjoy! 💜💜💜

[coconuts-mafia]

My Dear Gangster Oppa

We start off cliché with Guy, a college nerd who secretly loves his best friend Wahl. But this isn't a friendship turned to love story, well, at least not for them. When Wahl picks up a girlfriend, Guy realizes he has to get over his best friend, and so he distances himself. To relieve his loneliness of one-sided love from Wahl, Guy turns to playing online games. In the game, Guy meets a kind sister named “Yuri”. Within the game, they become close to the point that Guy would like to meet Yuri. Guy finds out that the real Yuri is a handsome, young, and dangerous man named Tew. Guy starts to open his heart because of Tew’s gentleness to him. While getting to know, Guy finds out Tew’s true identity as a mafia member with a terrifying past. Just as Guy is questioning if this is a smart idea, Wahl begins to show interest. Whom Guy will choose between Wahl, the only best friend he has known since childhood or Tew a young mafia gang who is in danger?

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[lutawolf]

It's my neurodivergent mind at play. I need patterns, routines, and comforts. I know first hand how scary and unpredictable life can be, and I am extremely proud of my ability to handle these situations when they arise. However, I hate the unpredictable and lack of control with a fiery passion, and doing simple things like rewatching the same shows and movies help combat those feeling.

I can only do surprises if they are done a certain way. Being prepared for a surprise actually doesn't ruin anything for me, but makes a more pleasant experience. Not being prepared and surprised anyway, often leaves me destabilized, extremely uncomfortable, and feeling like I've lost control. By now, most of you know how important control is to me.

Believe it or not, shows fall into this category for me. While they have the ability to comfort me, they also have the ability to hurt me. There are certain shows that I can watch trailers of and easily go right into watching. It has a familiar feel to them that gives me enough comfort to enjoy some degree of surprises. I still maintain control while getting a taste of something different. Other things require a lot more work up. Watching new shows or movies, requires you to pay close attention. There are new characters to acquaint yourself with, new fictional universes to warm up to. It can be a lot to handle and honestly requires too much energy that I'm not always equipped to give.

So yes, I want to watch that new show that everyone is raving about. I likely will wait though for my emotional well-being.

if you want me to consume a new media you MUST catch me at the exact moment when the stars are aligned and the air pressure is equal to the current degree of the sun’s peak against the horizon and all the cosmic energies are perfectly unified (aka my old interest is fading out) or i will nod and say “im adding that to my list!” Knowing theres no chance i will check it out

[mythicalpoolnoodle]

Meu irmão e minha mãe continue me ligando um nerd para aprendizado muitos idiomas 😔😔😔 é uma vida difícil lá fora

[sensessences]

caro amigo, eu vim lhe fazer um singelo pedido só por hoje - não deixe o mundo morrer.

só por hoje não fique de luto por que/m vive. só por hoje não finjas, não mintas, não fales. não chore por quem não lutaste, e devias não fale por quem não viste, e devias não finde a luta que não conheces... e devias. se não lutas, por que choras? se não o tomas, por que o terminas? que falta de vergonha que tens, amigo assinar contratos que não lhe remetem? nunca vi sobrevivente findar ante a verdadeira morte. só morre assim, quem de sofrências vive. e ainda que morresse uma vez só, logo de vez. não - tu matas o mundo, todo, de novo, e de novo, e de novo... e que outro fim queres? não queres. sua prece é outrora. mas você não me engana. então caro amigo, não deixe o mundo morrer. pois ele está no limiar da vida e morte para tantos, tantos que lutam, e lutam, e lutam e não estão aqui a chorar, com seus apartamentos altos e almoços fartos. só por hoje, amigo tente matar outra coisa, que não o mundo. menos luto, meu caro amigo - mais luta assim quem sabe, teu mundo possa finalmente morrer de menos e viver de mais.

[lutawolf]

My Stand-In Episode 10 Commentary

I received a special request to do this post, and as promised, here we go. To preserve authenticity, I have observed spoilers on both this site and TikTok; however, I have yet to view the show. Until now, that is.  

Here we go! Let's all take a moment to recognize the talent behind this show besides the actors. The build up to the scene and setting of the tone is gorgeous. We are apprehensive even before we see where the van pulls up to. Then the melody continues to convey depth as we enter into Joe’s old home. 

The artwork in Joe’s home! It gives you an idea of his depth, it really does. Joe is just circling and taking everything in, while Ming is just casually exposing himself. Presently, they are both so vulnerable, but unlike in the past, it's Joe trying to build walls while Ming is now showing patience.

Teary-eyed Joe as he looks out, while Ming cooks. Now they're in complete contrast. One is at peace while the other is in utter turmoil. 

“If you’re going to give me your all. Why not use our couple mugs? Oh, I forgot, a man like you wouldn’t use broken things.” He is trying to remind Ming of their class difference. But unlike before, Joe doesn’t get mad. The tables turned. He extends to Joe what Joe once extended to him, namely tolerance and consideration. He tells him, never mind that, I still have our couple’s pjs. 

“Come here.” It’s a clear command. A command that Joe responds to but half-heartedly. Yet, Ming knows this is not the time and with a sigh restrains himself and instead meets Joe halfway. Look at them communicating. Joe didn't mean to, he's just trying to keep that wall up, but rather than denying any accusations, Ming responds to Joe's distrust with open communication. 

When Ming discusses recognizing Joe within this body, it is evident that Joe reluctantly allowed a portion of his inner wall to fall. Ahhh, I could scream over all the communication but most importantly, Ming’s growth. Before he would have been an ass about Joe avoiding the kiss, but this time he handles it with understanding and resilience. Not resistance but resilience. What’s the difference? He isn’t forcing the issue, but is still capable of a capacity of recovery.

Ming isn’t the only one who has changed. I love Joe’s face as he realizes it is Tong calling. It becomes determined. Then that smile when Joe tells Tong he isn’t his servant! Also… YAY!!! I HATE TONG! Good on you, Joe.

Okay, so after Ming smiles and says, “Joe, I made you pan-fried eggs.” You see a quick smile from Joe. It’s so fast that I had to rewind to verify, but it’s there. This slight smitten smile.   

Ahh, look at all the communication. If it were before, Ming would have told Joe to mind his business, but not now. Now he is sharing it all, which Joe recognizes, you can tell by the forced harshness. He steels himself for Ming getting mad about him hanging up on Tong, but to his surprise, Ming doesn’t. Instead, he makes comments on how Joe has changed, but he says it with admiration. You can see the softening and then the sadness cover Joe’s face. He expresses his emotions to Ming, however, rather than expressing anger, we once again observe Ming's newly acquired skill of composed endurance.

Now, if you watch carefully. Ming hasn’t given up his Dominance, he’s just more selective about where he uses it. Such as the car and drawing the ketchup design. Joe said no, but this is where Ming shows resistance and determination. It’s just we are finally seeing him do it with fucking charm. 

The actor who plays Joe is fucking spectacular. The way you see Joe’s wall of resistance breaking. Just chefs kiss. I need to look up the director and see their other work because this is usually a sign of an outstanding director as well. Those little nuances take teamwork to create. 

The kitchen scene really showcases whose Dominant and whose submissive. I love mom and son’s relationship! Mom was scoping out the guy for him, I love it. How adorable. 

Oh, Ming, that was a smooth lie. Fuck, but I love Ming. I love a villain with a soft spot for their love. Those conniving bastards have a way of wiggling their way into my heart. And the way they're both so vulnerable and communicating. I’m not okay. 

Ahhh, and Ming comes in with the love making. Joe would have pushed him away had he come in strong, but he doesn’t. This is Ming making love to Joe. He weakens Joe until he can just push him down and take control, “You know you can’t stop me.” Notice that Joe doesn’t argue, but Ming needs to do this. It’s cementing some really necessary things. It’s showcasing his feelings for Joe and making a statement. Not only is he making love to him, but he is making love to him face to face. Proving to Joe that he has changed. Yet, notice, who holds the complete control during the entire love making session. Ming.

Joe telling him he’d have to marry him first is my favorite. Ming like, sure, no problem. Time and place? Love it! HAHAHA, I’m dead. First the blanket and then the curtains. Mom’s face is all of us. Like, come on now. The way Joe pulled him back to cover his boxers. OMG, I’ve laughed so hard at this scene. It’s going down as one of my favorites. 

The way that Joe smiles at Ming at the table. So cute! I love how the mom breaks everything open. I also love that Joe protects Ming in his own way. 

You know what I love the most. Ming is not a good person. He has made numerous mistakes with Joe, but unlike other shows, we are actually seeing character development that can give us hope for the future. Ming is giving honesty to Joe, even when he knows it could work against him. He isn’t shying away from the ugliness but using it as a stepping stone for communication. This isn’t who Ming normally is, but he’s becoming a better man for Joe and only Joe. 

Tong really doesn’t realize the thin ice he is skating on, does he. Look at Ming standing up for Joe to Tong. Say it with me peeps. Character development. Ming not Tong. Tong couldn’t even spell character, much less the rest. 

And Joe proves once again that he loves Ming, and so does Ming. “Joe, regardless of what body you are in. You are still Joe.” Now, Joe knows that Ming got into the entertainment industry so that he could get exposure to reach Joe. They are so cute again! Let me enjoy it for this brief moment. Soak it in for the second it’s going to last. 

Proud boyfriend moment. He wants their names on video. Oh! Ming was ready to throw down for his boy! You played with the wrong one, Tong. Tong, you are about to find out that Ming is a villain. You only think you are. It might not happen in this episode, but I promise, you will feel it and when you do, I’m gonna enjoy it. 

The communication!!!

I hate Ming’s family. Despite Ming not wanting to, he did let Joe go. He knows he has to solve this. In the past, he would have manipulated, but he doesn’t here. He is thinking of Joe and not himself. 

Tong who is a douchacanoe whose too stupid to see he has created a disaster for himself. Meanwhile, Ming is such a badass. Yes, he is. Hope in the next episode we see more of the badass Ming. 

[coconuts-mafia]

Maybe for some, Kawi is coming off as undeserving of Pisaeng. It's important to realize, though, that Pisaeng is a white knight. He has a caretaker personality, and he wouldn't feel fulfilled by someone who doesn't need him the way Kawi does.

He first became attracted to Kawi when he saw that he was someone who needed care. I agree he should get something in return, but Kawi isn't exactly unfeeling or a bully.

I can't wait to see further growth in the next episode.

[lutawolf]

Omg! I hated this dude. He is so oily, and the creepy way he pushed Joe into Mings car like he was pimping him out. Made me go take a shower. So gross.

what a thing to say to a complete stranger

[lutawolf]

@LutaWolf 💜 are there BDSM theory/learning books you'd recommend?

I recently got this question asked of me and there are, so here you go.

[coconuts-mafia]

"I Will Knock You" Master list

Thi, a meek and mild-mannered college student, part-times as a tutor. This is how it comes about that he meets high school badass and delinquent Noey. Thi watches Noey get complete rejection by one of his student's Pam, he makes matters worse by stomping on Noey's lotus, uh heart... After that day, Thi ran into Noey so many times, that Noey just came up by himself that Thi was running after him. The more time they spend together, they realize just how well-balanced they are. Thi needs someone to guide him and give him courage, while Noey needs someone to care and protect. To be better people for.

Review Episode 1-2 Say My Name Now That We Know Noey Is A Dom More Dom Quotes Episode 3 Episode 4 Episode 5 Episode 6 Episode 7 Episode 8 Episode 9 Episode 10 Episode 11 Episode 12

[lutawolf]

What I like about the kisses is the feel of longing and fear. Kawi waits a long time before pushing Pisaeng away. He waits a long time before saying don't, as if it was more an afterthought to say no.

I love these coconuts your honor.

I can't stop thinking about the two kisses in Be My Favorite

I can't stop thinking about the future kiss and the desperation when Pisaeng just grabbed Kawi. Years of pent up feelings, of unvoiced yearning, of wanting of insecurity. Closeness that makes you feel both alive and dead a little bit inside and you can't stop it anymore you can't stop yourself anymore and you have to know before it's too late, a last chance for yourself because it has been years of this, of slowly burning… Of smiles and dates and being inseparable and sometimes you just kinda sense it, that spark, that inkling that you're not alone in this, that something is brewing that could be so much more than it is now

And I felt that desperation deep in my soul when Pisaeng grabbed Kawi head with both his hands and kissed him because he couldn’t take it anymore. The forcefulness of it all, the way it’s just so hard, so difficult, so painful

And I think about how Kawi reacts, how he just pushes Pisaeng away, a deer in headlights, something he doesn't expect, something he can’t comprehend because he hasn’t lived it, it’s just the beginning for him

And I can't stop thinking about the failed kiss and how it is just so vastly different. It's something still so fragile, so uncertain. A siren call and a gravity pull and Pisaeng doesn't know what he wants but he feels it too much already, wants the companionship, the closeness and it all feels like an untold dream just now growing its wings and getting stronger and stronger, a low simmer ready to transform into a fire. And your heart keeps beating more and more and more and you're trembling and you don't know why. And the way their noses brush together, the way Pisaeng closes his eyes and their lips sort of touch and then that "don't" that feels like a gunshot in the night, a sudden alarm, a sign to wake up

And the way Kawi was just laying there, all struggling stopped, feeling a little mesmerized, just a little lightheaded

And I feel Kawi is under the spell too because that “don't” jerks him up, splits the silence between intermingling breaths, jerking him away from the dream, the fantasy of something he didn't even know he wanted

And then I think about the way the "what are you doing" is said so softly, vulnerably, a little trembling.

And lastly I think about how in the end the failed kiss is a direct consequence of the future one. Because it's Kawi pulling away that forced Pisaeng to confront how he feels.

[imninahchan]

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A SUA ATENÇÃO DESLOCA DO LIVRO em mãos para o som dos passos descalços sobre o assoalho. Inclina a cabeça, a figura franzina do francês se formando a partir do corredor do apartamento. Os olhinhos azuis correndo pela sala de estar, apressado, coçando o cotovelo quase que num tique nervoso. Sem camisa, o fecho da calça desfeito e o cós da cueca sobressaindo. Mô, te chama com um bico bonitinho, em português, igualzinho aprendeu contigo, viu minha…

E pausa sem finalizar o raciocínio, quando põe os olhos em ti; deitada no tapete felpudo, uma das panturrilhas apoiando na mesinha de centro. Ah, achei, ele conclui, abrindo um sorriso.

Você passa a mão na camisa estampada que está usando, “desculpa”, diz, “não sabia que cê ia usar pra sair. Tá velha.”

Ele dá mais uns passos pra perto, os pés próximos à sua cabeça. “É”, olha pra baixo, mãos nos bolsos, “é que hoje tem reunião de pais, né? Queria incomodar um pai fascistinha.”, no que você segura na barra da calça jeans masculina, puxando de implicância, enquanto murmura um hmmmm, olha só ele, que orgulho!

O seu marido estica outro sorriso, mais de canto, sem mostrar os dentes. O foco vai da sua face risonha pro exemplar de capa dura que ele te deu de presente no mês passado; pra estampa com o desenho icônico da personalidade revolucionária histórica; e, por fim, se perde na visão tentadora das suas pernas desnudas, a calcinha de fundo primaveril. “Quer que eu tire?”, a sua pergunta ecoa sozinha pelo ambiente. O homem parece preso demais ao que vê para sequer cogitar usar um neurônio que seja para prestar atenção em outra coisa. Hm?, ele murmura, escapando do mar de pensamentos sórdidos que o inundou a cabeça. 

“Eu perguntei se você quer que eu tire a blusa”, você repete, “Pensei que fosse usar aquela que tava em cima da cama, e essa tava pendurada atrás da porta…”

Swann umedece os lábios, o sorriso se tornando mais suave, porém com uma certa indecência. “Quer tirar a roupa?”, te questiona e soa tão, mas tão imoral que você não segura o riso de acanho, sentindo as bochechas mais quentes. Ele se ajoelha, o rostinho corado mais pertinho do teu, a ponta do nariz resvalando na sua bochecha, enquanto ri junto de ti. “Na verdade, te fodo com ela mesmo, tira não.”

E você acerta um tapinha no ombro alheio, que desrespeito com o comandante, brinca. “Não, relaxa”, ele tem uma resposta na ponta da língua, “tenho certeza que o camarada sabia conciliar o tesão e a luta de classes.”

“Uhum, bobo”, você devolve, entre os sorrisos tolos, deixando ele beijar pelo seu rosto, roçar a pontinha do nariz na sua. Os lábios até chegam nos seus, o encaixe é estranho, de cabeça pra baixo, especialmente porque você não para de sorrir, não concentra pro ósculo, e tudo que sente é a língua masculina procurando a sua, molhando demais, o bastante pra você virar o rosto. Daí, ele cansa do ângulo e se apruma por cima de ti, o joelho se colocando entre as suas pernas. Pega o livro das suas mãos, joga pra qualquer canto entre os sofás da sala, teatral nos trejeitos. 

Quando você descuida, está completamente dominada pelo francês, sob o peso do corpo magro, sentindo as mãos dele descendo pelos cantos, o rosto afundado na curva do seu pescoço. Suspirando contra a sua pele, um sorrisinho de puto toda vez que te mira. Os olhos azuis se perdendo nos seus lábios esticados num sorriso de alucinadinha. Sente o perfume que ele emana; o sabonete fresquinho, algumas mechas dos cabelos grisalhos ainda molhadas, o cheirinho do seu shampoo cai tão bem que nem te dá ânimo de zangar. 

A reunião, você o lembra, os braços o envolvendo. Swann resmunga, incompreensível quando está com a face madura escondida na sua clavícula, até que ergue o olhar, “Eu tenho um tempinho…”, espia no relógio de pulso pequenino, “...mais precisamente: vinte minutos.”, abre um sorriso de canto, canalha. “Deixa eu comer a sua bucetinha por vinte minutos, bébé?”, e você jura, a carinha que ele faz é de tão necessitado, carente que você tem vontade de empurrá-lo pro canto.

O seu marido toma o teu riso como uma confirmação, se põe a escorregar os beijos da sua clavícula abaixo. Sobe a barra da blusa, as mãos se deliciando por baixo, quando encontram seus seios soltos. O beijo chega molhado na sua barriga, na mordidinha que ele arranha justo num ângulo que te faz cócegas. E com os dentes, o homem puxa a sua calcinha, os dedos se juntando à soma para te livrar da peça. 

Você o observa com gosto. Se tem algo com o qual já se acostumou desde a época em que namoravam, é a dedicação absurda que ele possui com o oral. Os olhinhos se prendem na visão do seu íntimo, chupa a ponta dos dedos para te acariciar no pontinho em específico, encarando a carne vermelhinha, suculenta e quente, que vai se tornando mais apetitosa, mais babada conforme ele acaricia. Alterna a atenção para registrar as suas reações, claro. Quer saber qual é a sua expressão quando solta um suspiro, um gemido tímido. Quer saber porque quer zombar — não seria o Swann se não zombasse. 

Franze o sobrolho igual você faz, deixa sair o mesmo sonido que ti, copiando descarado até o mesmo tom, o exato volume. Tsc, awn, mia, numa falsa complacência, assistindo o seu quadril rebolar contra o carinho que te é oferecido. Mas o melhor vem quando ele leva à boca, não é?

Está com os olhos nos seus, a língua beirando os dentes até se aproximar do banquete molhado que tem entre as suas pernas. Swann, o nome dele ecoa com facilidade, o jeito com que é abocanhada te rouba o fôlego, faz com que contraia a postura, agarre os fios acinzentados entre os dedos. As perninhas por pouco não se fecham, né? De tamanha a sensação do nó que te apetece no ventre. Porém, o francês te mantém aberta, aperta com as mãos na sua canela, te devora. 

E, nossa, como ele sabe chupar… Normalmente, sexo com ele já é prazeroso por dezenas de motivos, só que quando ele te chupa… Porra… A visão nubla, tem até devaneios. Sente os músculos adormecendo, formigando depois de uns segundinhos. É como se adentrasse num limbo, arruinada com tão pouco tempinho que passa a ser covardia, uma vergonha da sua parte se render tão fácil. 

Ele ama isso, sabe? O jeito que você se permite gozar do prazer que ele pode te proporcionar. Não arreda os olhos de ti, dos seus lábios entreabertos, bobinha o suficiente pra saliva quase vazar pelo cantinho. Se diverte, sorrindo. Tu aimes ça, mon amour? (gosta disso, meu amor?), a língua sedutora emerge, huh?, por mais zonzinha que você possa parecer, ele insiste no diálogo. Oui, je sais que vous aimez ça. Tu es ma petite pute, n'est-ce pas? (é, eu sei que você ama. É a minha putinha, não é?), e o pior é que por mais que você reconheça uma palavrinha ou outra na voz mansinha, perigosa, os outros termos te confundem, deixa afogada nesse mar de não ter certeza se ele está te chamando dos nomes mais deliciosamente feios, ou te cultuando da forma mais bonita possível — o fodido é saber que o seu marido é capaz de fazer as duas coisas. 

Hmmm, ele range a garganta, de boca cheia, comme c'est belle, chérie (que linda, amor). O eco da voz charmosa te faz até arrepiar. Levanta os quadris, rebola contra a língua masculina, com vontade, suspirando, até que os músculos das pernas reclamem, que a dorzinha localizada na panturrilha te desanime e faça colar as costas no tapete mais uma vez. Awn, qu'est-ce qui s'est passé? (Awn, o que aconteceu?), tem a ousadia de ameaçar um sorrisinho de canto ao te ver paradinha sob o toque lento dos círculos que ele faz no seu pontinho novamente, êtes-vous fatiguée? Huh? Déjà? (cansou, foi? Ahm? Já?). Ri, soprado. O carinho preguiçoso que recebia até então é substituído por um tapa certeiro que te faz arder a virilha. Você chia, e ele imita, malandrinho, feito não desse crédito nenhum pra sua reação imediata. Ça fait mal? (doeu?), te pergunta, nada interessado em compreender o calor louco que queima a sua pele, mas até arqueia as sobrancelhas, fingindo preocupação, Un peu? Dis-moi (Um pouquinho? Me diz).

O francês deixa um beijinho no seu joelho dobrado, descansa a bochecha por cima do local. O rostinho maduro transborda uma certa doçura — mas só uma “certa” quantidade, porque você conhece esse homem, não é? Sabe bem o quão dissimulado pode ser, principalmente quando está te fodendo. Por isso, não se assusta quando o escuta questionando, com o tom mais enganoso um huh? Encore? (Ahm? De novo?), e como se a sua resposta tivesse sido positiva, estala mais um tapa na sua buceta. 

Dessa vez, você até estremece, o quadril sendo jogado no ar assim que a pele arde, e retornando pro tapete gostosinho quando só quentura te apetece. Não só chiar, os seus lábios são mordidos pelos dentes inferiores, o olhar afia na direção do marido. É um aviso, ele sabe. Mas é claro que ignora completamente. Oh, tu es fâché? (oh, você tá brava?), quer saber, sonso, avec moi? (comigo?), a cara de pau inocente surge ao perguntar: pourquoi? (por quê?)

Você revira o olho, “para de falar assim.”

Comme ça? Mais comment…? (Assim? Mas como…?), se faz de cínico mais uma vez. O seu sangue ferve ao notar um vestígio óbvio de um sorrisinho maroto nos lábios finos, no que ele se esforça pra soar o mais inocente possível, garantindo Je n’entends pas, chérie.

Porque ele acena negativo em meio a esse teatrinho, você nem se pega as palavras que ecoam na voz suavezinha. “Para de falar em francês”, reforça, “e para de me bater”, joga o último pedido sem nem encará-lo mais, arrastando a pronúncia da sílaba final, manhosa, a frase solicitando por uma coisa enquanto o tom rege por outra. E isso é um prato cheio pro canalha com o rosto entre as suas pernas. 

Swann corre a boca pela sua virilha, sorrindo. Oui, d’accord (sim, pode deixar), murmura, docinho, e você sabe bem o que ele está prestes a fazer, mas mesmo assim ainda é pega de surpresa com o tapa na mesma região já magoadinha. Você choraminga, cheia de dengo, tentando colar as coxas embora a presença dele ali no meio te impeça. Non, non, non, ele faz aquele biquinho francês, repetindo a negativa ao segurar nos seus pulsos, a carinha de sofrido, como se fosse ele quem estivesse ardendo outra vez mais, Oui, je sais, mais calme-toi (Sim, eu sei, mas fica calminha). Está fazendo que sim agora, todo tranquilinho, os olhinhos azuis se fechando lentamente a cada aceno com a cabeça, os  lábios fininhos se apertando pra completar a expressão descarada. Acontece que a adrenalina deliciosa de explodir de tesão ao mesmo tempo que sente raiva do deboche dele te facilita resistir à prisão dos pulsos, uma das mãos escapando dentre as do homem para desferir um tapa na bochecha alheia. 

Ele vira o rosto com o impacto, e quando vem retornando o olhar para ti novamente, um sorriso pequeno começa a florescer. 

“Te odeio, nossa”, a sua fala entre dentes serve pra o encorajar a estender o sorriso, os lábios se esticando sem mostrar os dentes. “Seu puto…”

Moi?, ele retruca, mantendo a pose de desentendido, até apontando pra si próprio. “É, você”, dá outro tapinha na bochecha dele, dessa vez mais de leve, apenas pra não perder a graça. Pourquoi?, no que você responde na mesma hora a perguntinha fingida dele, “não se faz de bobo”, o seu polegar avisando, balançando no ar, no sentido da face do homem. E ele observa o dedo, propositalmente disperso, já na intenção de murmurar mais uns huh?, hm?, só pra morder, implicante, e rir da sua cara de bravinha. 

Você até comprime os lábios, raivosa. Ele te tira do sério, caralho… Detesta a forma com que ele fala baixinho, todo calmo, quando tá sendo um grande filho da puta. Mais ainda, detesta a audácia. Porra, te dá tanto tesão... 

Il y a un bébé furieux juste ici (Tem uma bebezinha furiosa bem aqui), ele toca a pontinha do seu nariz com o dedo. “Para de falar em francês, Swann”, você até soa fria, erguendo as costas do tapete para ficar frente a frente com ele, porém o sorrisinho que escapole te denuncia. Oh, mon dieu, o fingimento dele só aumenta, Quoi? Je devrais être effrayée? (Quê? Devia tá com medo?). “Swann”, você chama, séria agora. Me pune.

O seu silêncio é a primeira resposta. O olha, não incrédula, mas estimulada. Swann pende a cabeça pro canto, me pune. Se tô te irritando tanto assim, o foco das íris clarinhas desce pra sua boca, chérie, sussurrando, e volta pros seus olhos, me pune.

Uma provocação dessa somente vem porque ele sabe, tem plena consciência de com quem está lidando, é claro. Aí, assiste com um sorrisinho patife o seu corpo engatinhando pelo tapete para mais perto, fazendo-o se sentar sobre as panturrilhas, prensado com as costas contra o sofá. Você o monta, nem pensa na possibilidade de outra posição senão essa, a mão apoiada no ombro dele enquanto ergue a barra da camisa pra se acomodar sobre as coxas masculinas. “Não me toca”, é o que avisa logo, porém é exatamente o que ele ignora ao cravar as unhas na sua bunda assim que você senta nele. 

Você nem se dá ao trabalho de revidar, nem gasta mais o restinho de “paciência”. Prefere afrouxar mais a calça jeans que ele veste, puxando a peça até que não precise apertar a mão por dentro da cueca para tomar o pau na própria palma. Circula a cabecinha melada, espalhando o molhadinho pro comprimento abaixo, descendo e subindo de volta até engatar numa punheta. O homem te repara; posturada, a cara de poucos amigos, a habilidade perfeita com a mão, ao ponto do barulhinho úmido não demorar a preencher os ouvidos. Ele entreabre os lábios, não reprime o gemido baixinho, arh, soando junto com o ar que deixa a boca. Um sorriso de canto, “que boazinha, olha… É disso que você gosta, né, ma princesse?”, e outro tapinha aquece a bochecha dele. Mas igualzinho um menino levado, o sorriso vai aumentando quase que em câmera lenta, só enrugando os ladinhos da boca, sem mostrar os dentes pequenos. “Sem francês?”, a pergunta soa praticamente retórica, “Ah, esqueci que você gosta de mandar em mim... Te dá tesão. Pensar que manda em mim te dá tesão, não dá? Hm?”

Pensar?, você levanta a sobrancelha. E ele faz igual, debochadinho, “o quê? Você acha mesmo que me manda? Ô, bébé…”. De regra, mais um tapa seu estala na face francesa, automática, sem nem remediar a força do impacto, porém acontece que não esperava é que ele fosse revidar na mesma hora, abusado. O encara com tamanho ódio que passa toda a frustração pra velocidade da mão na punheta, recuperando a satisfação ao vê-lo deitar a cabeça pra trás, derretendo de prazer, ah, mon dieu, gemendo, rouquinho, o olhar cintilando pra finalmente poder te sentir por dentro. 

Você o encaixa na bucetinha, faz hora pra engolir, roçando a ponta do nariz na dele. Swann beija o seu queixo, prende o seu lábio inferior entre os dentes, sensual. Aponta a língua, beirando os limites da boca, pra ameaçar uma lambida, sorrindo. Allez, alors, allez-y, (vai, então vai, vamo’), e a provocação na língua estrangeira é o que você precisava para descer total, a mão se fechando ao redor do pescoço do francês.

“Minha mulherzinha mandona você é”, ele nem se deixa abater pelo aperto, muito menos pelo bater pesado das suas coxas nas dele, por mais que arqueje. Cala a boca, você retruca, ao que ele desdenha, mudando de assunto, “vai sentar com força, hm? Vai se vingar de mim? Me dar mais tapinha, né? Tsc, que bonitinha, tão bravinha a minha mulher…”

Vai se foder, cara, a sua voz soa ofegante. As unhas escorregam da garganta dele para peitoral nu. Vai rasgando, a pele alva ficando com linhas vermelhinhas conforme raspa sem piedade até a altura das pintinhas gêmeas que ele tem na costela. “Ah, me arranhando todo, amor…”, ele comenta nem um pouco afetado pela ardência. Vou quebrar você, e te devolve, sacana, “é, vai? Que sexy”. As suas sentadas se tornam mais brutas, o desejo aumenta, ferve. O sente estremecer, o corpinho magro tendo que resistir ao seu domínio. Você esconde o rosto na curva do pescoço dele, a boca vai direto para sugar, babujando a pele, sem receio se vai marcá-lo ou não, vou te mandar todo vermelhinho pra essa reunião. Swann sorri, “faz mal não”, te garante, pegando firme na sua garganta pra te fazer encará-lo de novo, “Blesse-moi rouge comme la révolution” (me machuca vermelhinho igual a revolução).

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[lutawolf]

I love them. They are special because if you actually pay attention, there is a depth. It's that moment of realizing that the world is really not black and white, no matter how much people try to tell you it is. It's finding out that there are so many shades of color. It's going from looking through the eyes of an innocent child and then being forced into adulthood. The awkwardness in between. How could I not love it?

[lutawolf]

Hi Luta, if you don't mind answering, what do you think attracted Joe to Ming? And how much does their D/s vibe play into it? I'd love to hear your perspective.

Hey nonnie!!!

Let's go back to episode one and examine this together. I will be utilizing excerpts from the book to showcase inner thoughts, but I will refrain from divulging any spoilers from the book.

I will skip the entire part about awakening from a coma. Instead, let's start where Joe first encountered Ming's poster. I am beginning here in order to provide quotation from the book and provide a comprehension of Joe's inner thoughts.

I wanted to share this because I think it shows how Joe feels about Ming and also reminds us that for him, this is still fresh. Everyone else's world kept revolving, but for Joe, he was just on the phone with Ming. Those emotions have yet to be addressed, and we are currently adding additional complications to the situation.

Now to the elevator scene where Ming and Joe meet.

“The elevator door opened completely. The man standing in front of him is the man on the LED commercial that day. He is only 23 years old and is already well known to half of the world. He is the mighty movie star that no one dared to approach, YanMingXiu. YanMingXiu had gotten older. ZhouXiang's memory of him is still a person who is in the teenager phase, one who likes to wear sportswear and jeans. His entire person exuded youthfulness and a flamboyant aura. The YanMingXiu of today is wearing a casual suit, looking calm and restrained. His expression seems to have solidified on his face but looking icy.

ZhouXiang had been in the entertainment industry for nearly ten years. He had seen all kind of beauties, but no matter whether it was three years ago or now, he always felt that YanMingXiu's appearance is most perfect. He doesn't know how God crafted him out so finely and superbly that it's not a surprise that millions of spectators would be awed by him. Even he, who believes that he had encountered many beautiful people, is also fascinated by YanMingXiu.

In his mind, there was no way he could suppress the memories between him and YanMingXiu. From the time when he and YanMingXiu met to the last phone call they had, it was merely a years' time from beginning to end. However, to him, those memories were too recent. This feeling is very strange. It was like he only saw the person last week, and he was still a teenager, but this week, he had become a man. To him, the two years in between were completely blank. The two years had changed everyone and changed many things. Except for him, he not only lost two years of time, but he was forced to accept the changes that occurred in the past two years.”

For fun, I'll give you Ming's thoughts.

Both of their inner thoughts have now been seen. We are aware that both individuals are in love with each other. Now from when? From the show, we know that Ming fell in love with Joe's back right away. But what about Joe?

The show did an impressive job of capturing the book here, but the show changes from the book when Ming simply walks away.

I, personally, feel they still captured the fact that Joe was smitten, but in the book, we see Joe being unable to take his eyes off Ming. From the book, I know that he even wanted to go over and talk to him. So from the beginning, Ming captivated Joe. He is immediately drawn to his beauty. Which is fair considering we all know that Ming loves Joe's back. He is hostile initially to Joe for the reason that he can't understand why he is drawn to Joe when he is clearly in love with Tong.

I thoroughly enjoy the car scene. Joe is accustomed to being able to charm people, but this beautiful boy is not paying him any attention. Regardless of the efforts made by him. Yet, just when he is starting to get discouraged, Ming surprises him. Inviting himself to Joe's home.

“Zhou Xiang felt a bit bored seeing Yan Mingxiu's cold and detached attitude. Although he was itching to sound Yan Mingxiu out, he could tell Yan Mingxiu was completely uninterested in him. Even if Yan Mingxiu was gay, what did it matter? Being homosexual wasn't anything special. If two men liked the look of each other, both would have realized already. Who had the patience to unearth if the other person was beautiful inside? Even though Zhou Xiang felt that it was a pity, he wasn't a petty person. Being able to accompany such an unrivalled beauty on the way home in a traffic jam under the heavy rain was already very wonderful. He'll just make do with sexually fantasizing about him in his head. He should tightly zip his mouth, behave, and drive the car to avoid annoying him.”

Okay, so from everything I've shown you. You can clearly see that Joe has a submissive personality.

The sexual scene in the show effectively showcases their mutual sexual attraction. However, the scene itself doesn't match up with what is in the book. Having said that, I believe that the show aligns more closely with their individual traits, and I found that I liked it more than the book.

Okay, back to the show. Ming being aggressive is a turn on for Joe. It allows him the opportunity to not think. He has been making his own choices for a long time, so this is a chance for him to relax. That however doesn't extend to letting Ming top without first mentally preparing for it.

Joe immediately rejects Ming, going home. Why? Because he is tired of being alone. So Joe cooks and feeds Ming. As Joe begins to care and charm Ming, the attraction between the two builds. Both individuals experiencing a diminished sense of loneliness. Please keep in mind that Ming has lived abroad for years, with only the occasional visits from his family. He is just as lonely as Joe.

“After the meal, YanMingXiu continued to watch TV while ZhouXiang went to clean up the kitchen.

After cleaning up, ZhouXiang brought out the dessert and tea. He had not entertained anyone in his home for a long time. He rarely had people over. Even if he brought back anyone; they certainly wouldn't sit down to have tea and chat.

Although it is a pity that he and YanMingXiu couldn't achieve the goal (sex), sitting and chatting with him on this rainy night is quite romantic, so ZhouXiang's mood has been good.”

Moving on to the scene of the one on the floor and the other on the bed. Notice the threat that gets Joe on the bed with Ming. Joe had just pointed out that a man like him cannot sleep on the floor, so Ming told him to get up here, or he would get on the floor. Joe immediately gives in to the pressure.

The thought of being Joe's first means something to Ming, but he warns Joe. Ming isn't a nice person, but he can be unexpectedly kind, but Joe wants Ming. Take a look at his face after he has tucked Ming in. He is content because he is not sleeping alone. He has a beautiful boy beside him, that seems to need him as much as he needs to care for someone.

So why do they like each other? They are both physically attracted to each other, and one prefers to be commanded, while the other enjoys commanding. One needs to be able to take care of someone, and the other expects others to take care of him. Add in the fact that they're both lonely, and somehow Joe was able to sneak past Ming's intimidating walls of mistrust to ease his loneliness.

There you have it, this is what my opinion any ways. Sorry it got so long, nonnie. It just kind of happened. 💜💜💜