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My favorite lil thing is just them being very tropical- doesn’t even need to be out of their lil town it can just be with Home making smoothies n vibin 🌴 (they make sure to share with Home so he doesn’t feel left out)
Also some extra doodles that I basically abandoned, but might as well show
#You already KNOW which song I was listening to for soft beverage seller howdy LMAOOOO#Welcome home#welcome home wally#welcome home howdy#Wally darling#Howdy pillar#wallypillar#Howdydarling#I just want the workaholic and mellow apple enjoyer to have a vacation
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gojo always seems to be off in a world of his own.
a little detached, you think. awkwardly long limbs constantly on the move, eyes stuck in a direction no one else can follow, a trajectory you don’t think even he knows. one blink and he's gone, just like that. too far ahead, too far above, even on the occasions he slows down and lets you catch up.
flimsy, maybe. like he’ll get carried away by the breeze when spring rolls around. like he’d turn into seafoam if you reached out and touched him.
satoru gojo is an anomaly, a blurry cluster of stars. or maybe more like a planet, big and blue, spinning around its own orbit, out of reach for every single star in the sky. high and mighty, cocky and cool, silly and bright — but there's a softness to him when he's alone. something that almost seems fragile, under the light of the moon, when the dark sky casts a shadow to obscure the contours of his face — and no one’s around to notice if his smile isn't as big as it should be.
no one except for you, anyhow.
(you wonder if your presence is really that inconsequential to him.)
the beach is entirely empty, save for you and gojo. and summer’s ending, burning into little cinders, sputtering out before your very eyes.
tokyo is just beginning to dip its toes into autumn, the frost and chill, the hiss of the biting wind. the rusting of leaves, contaminated by a muddy hue, turned orange and brown and red beneath your heavy feet; littering the murky, empty streets of the rainy towns you cross. smelling of rotten apples and cinnamon, old books and burning wood.
it’s dark out. painted a thick gray, the sky is blanketed by heavy clouds, the entire world hidden behind that coating of wool. not a single sliver of starlight slips through, but there's a comfort to it, that feeling of being cocooned — safe and warm. a feeling cruelly stripped away by the nipping of the wind at your bare skin, but you digress.
everything smells of saltwater. a little like rotten fish. every breath you exhale turns into a flurry of vapour, mingling with the breezy seasalt of the open air; scattering away into the thin layer of mist all around you, until you can’t tell which is which.
and a sense of foreboding sinks into your veins.
(you look out at the jagged rocks piercing the surface of the sea, and dully wonder how they’d feel piercing your skin.)
something shivers, to your right. a flicker of movement, a barely audible chatter of teeth. and then, a white puff of vapour.
”man, it’s cold.”
gojo looks displeased.
only vaguely, a little crease between his eyebrows as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his puffy baseball jacket. moving his feet a little, to warm up, snowy tufts of white hair tousled by the ocean breeze. his shoes are muddied by the wet sand, but he doesn't seem to mind.
a soft scoff leaves your lips, mostly harmless. maybe just a little smug. ”told you,” you click your tongue.
gojo whines. his sunglasses are starting to fog up, you notice. ”it’s still summer!” he pouts. ”i thought the sea would be nice and breezy!”
an unimpressed look smooths over your features. gracing him with a raise of your brow, you don’t fully manage to bite back the soft smile that follows. don’t even really attempt to.
it’s been a long day. evidently not long enough for gojo, seeing as he dragged you down here — even though he knew it meant missing the train you were supposed to board after successfully finishing your mission. he just had to get a closer look at the sea. just for a moment or two.
and he was insistent, persuasive. awfully whiny. assuring you that he’d be quick, that you wouldn’t miss the next one.
(what made you agree was simply the thought of spending some more time with him. not like you could ever tell him that, though.)
so there you stand. two juveniles, shivering and shifting from foot to foot, on the brink of nightfall, the edge of summertime. watching the sea stretch out into infinity, across the gap between this world and the next. a murky blue. easy on the eyes.
the noise of the sea fills your ears; waves crashing into sand, the whistling of the wind, seagulls crying out in the distance. and faraway, the chatter of a rattling train. a cacophony of sounds, buzzing and crackling, melting together. scattered across the beach are countless tiny white seashells, and the occasional green glimmer of drift glass — mermaids’ tears, shed for lost sailors, or so you’ve heard.
you wonder if the mermaids ever shed tears for lost sorcerers. probably not.
a shiver runs through your body, down to your cold hands, the tips of your fingers. reddish and itching for warmth. you tuck them into your pockets with a breathless exhale, still shaking a little.
in truth, you and gojo aren’t very close. you’d like to call him a friend, but it's kind of hard; when he's so enamored with suguru, so animated around shoko. with you, he always seems kind of —
stiff?
or maybe more like bored.
he doesn't laugh as loudly, doesn’t act as cocky. doesn't flaunt his knowledge on sorcery, and isn't as clingy as he is with the other two.
(you've never liked people touching you. it's not hard for others to discern, with how you flinch away when they get close.
still, you can't help but feel a little jealous when you see him tugging suguru and shoko around.)
deep within your chest, like a stunted seaweed, sprouts a tiny pang of disappointment. it’d be nice if you could grow closer, you think.
just a little would be fine.
”i like the sea.”
you turn your head.
gojo looks a little lost in thought. gaze trained on that expanding ocean before you, those splotches of blue and gray, the waves that bruise the edge of the sand. forlorn, maybe.
a hum buzzes in your dry throat. ”do you?”
”mm.” little white breaths slip from his lips. you wonder if they’d taste as salty as the air. ”’ts nice.”
a silence stretches out before you. delicate, like a sheet of glass. gojo picks at a piece of lint on his sleeve, and you shift from foot to foot. then he closes his eyes — a flutter of his dewy eyelashes.
”kinda makes you feel like everything’s about to end, huh?”
you look at him, but don’t see anything. a single glimpse of his closed eyes is all you gain from the glance you cast his way, but it’s not enough. not enough blue to fall into, no expression to savour. he looks the same as always.
but you’ve never heard his voice sound like this before.
”… end?”
and with that, they flicker open. there it is, you think. that vibrant blue. only to be obscured once more, when he turns to you fully, a smile playing at his glossy lips. ”don’t think so?”
a second passes. you look forward.
what you see is as follows: waves upon waves upon waves. the same blue and gray, as far as the eye can see. a sea big enough to drown each and every one of your worries.
something comes over you. a sensation of loneliness, something close to longing. a feeling of being rather lost. searching for something. your heart feels heavy, an anchor sunk to the bottom of your gut. little fish nipping at your ribcage. your eyes trail over those jagged rocks, again; the mermaids’ tears, that all-consuming sea, right in front of you. like it could open its maw and devour the world.
you think of the lost sailors.
(one jump and it’s all over.)
a breath. salty on your tongue. ”… i guess i get it,” you whisper. a soft murmur, mingling with the mist.
silence.
out of the corner of your eye, you see gojo shift. one moment he’s looking at you, the next he’s staring at the sea. in tandem, the two of you, stuck within that shade of blue. and you think he looks a little mesmerized, like he’s seeing something not even he can fully comprehend.
(maybe he just hasn’t had many chances to go to the beach before. something to do with being a clan kid, maybe?)
but then he clears his throat, hands moving to brush some sand off his puffy jacket and jeans. turning on his heel, hair ruffled by the breeze. he tries to sound chipper, but there’s something else there. you don’t know what it is, but…
”anyway,” he chirps. ”let’s go. we can still make it to the next train if we hurry.”
you look at him. his retreating figure, a head of white hair, surrounded by mist. a little like an apparition. then you turn towards the sea.
”… nah, that’s fine.”
a pause.
gojo stills, just about to take the first step forward. but you stay rooted in place; unmoving, staring at the blue before you, a deep longing reflected in your eyes.
”let’s stay a little longer,” you hum, unsure of where the words came from. but you know you aren’t ready for the moment to end, just yet. that you aren’t quite ready for summer to pass.
…
all he does is stare, for a second or two. attempting to find some humour in your voice, you assume, any signs that you might just be joking. but he doesn’t find it. uncharacterstically silent, gojo stays frozen in place.
then he puffs out a breath — amused.
”you wanna freeze to death?” he grins, and you can hear it in his voice. you turn to face him, almost smiling. a little cheeky.
”you’ll warm me up, no?”
the words fall from your lips before you can think to reel them in. meant to sound a little snarky, you think, something akin to a chuckle — but instead come out sounding a little too much like an honest request.
the tips of your ears feel a little warm, suddenly.
a sense of surprise smooths over the contours of gojo’s face, and his grin falters. you can’t see his eyes, can’t tell if they widen or not, but his lips part, and you note that they look soft.
and it’s back. that grin. toothy, boyish. his cheeks are rosy, from the chill of the air, or so you assume. then he’s taking a couple strides forward, broaching the distance between you.
he throws an arm over your shoulder. a heavy weight against you, grounding, causing you to stumble. friendly, tugging you close. into his orbit.
(no infinity, you note. you can feel his body heat seeping through the fabric.)
it's nice. he's tall, and he's warm. cozy, protecting you from the bitter cold, like your own personal furnace. no wonder suguru never catches any colds, with someone like this draped over him all the time.
gojo speaks. there’s a sweetness to his voice, a mellow kind of contentment; bubbling up like seafoam, spilling from his glossy lips. you can feel his warm breath on your skin.
”well, duh.”
when your gaze falls on him, he's already looking at you. leaning closer, sunglasses slipping a little further down the bridge of his nose — enough to expose the blue of his eyes, the tiny splotches of white scattered across his aquamarine iris. like a cracked marble. or a summer sea.
he’s speaking again, and you almost don't hear it. distracted by those cracked marbles, the strawberry red of his cheeks, the warmth shared between you. the pitter patter of your heartbeat, like waves crashing against the sand. mesmerized. not daring to look away. almost like you’d cease to exist, were he to close his eyes. like your existence hinges entirely on the blue of those eyes.
(and maybe it does.)
he nods towards the sea, and grins. a mischievous glint in his eyes. ”wanna take a dip?” he asks, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not.
it makes you laugh, either way.
”do you want to freeze to death?” you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. subtly angling your body closer to his, hoping he won’t notice.
gojo honest to god giggles, at that, and you fear your knees might give out beneath your weight. fuck, has he always had dimples? why are you only noticing them now?
”hehe. i just think it'd be fun!” he chirps, still draped over you like an overgrown cat, and you almost find yourself saying yes. just to keep the summer from ending, keep him from being swept away by the breeze.
but summer is ending. slipping away, second by second, like two juveniles drowned by an ocean wave. never to be found. and in comes autumn, the smell of rotting apples, the crunch of sand beneath your feet; an arm over your shoulder, an intake of breath. the taste of nice, crispy air on your tongue.
a chuckle flows from your lips. all you see before you is blue, a murky shade, a vibrant hue. you think you could drown in it. you’re not sure you’d mind.
”maybe next time,” you whisper.
gojo’s eyes widen. ever so slightly, barely enough to even notice, until they bloom — with a kind of bubbly excitement. unconcealed giddiness. there’s something awfully precious about it, like a child buying cotton candy at their first fair. it makes you want to tuck him into your pocket. keep him safe.
you like him, unfortunately. inevitably. you think you may even like him a lot, a little more than you should. a little more than he could reciprocate.
satoru gojo. high and mighty, cocky and cool. silly and bright. a seaborne boy with his very own orbit, born to carry the weight of the world, spinning so close that you can almost delude yourself into thinking he feels the same.
almost.
(gojo glances at your lips. he wonders if they’d taste as salty as the air.)
#melancholic fluff my beloved <33#listened to replicant by yorushika on repeat while writing this ... its so unbelievably gojo coded#i dont write much for hs gojo but i think hes v fun to write when it comes to soft quiet moments like this !!#to me hes kinda like the class clown who mellows out a lot when hes with one single non-judgemental person ... hes a cutie :<#completely obsessed w the idea of reader being like Well . he probably doesnt like me very much#meanwhile gojo is literally standing there teeth gritted like ”dont kiss them dont kiss them dont kiss them”#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk#gojo satoru#jjk fluff#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo angst
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im probably like their #1 fan...... i luv how the pink hair boy looks like he's 2 seconds from crying
#THE NONDYSFUNCTION CHILDHOOD FRIENDS(?) !!#bucchigiri?!#bucchigiri#bucchigiri fanart#jabashiri#hagure#anything happens and hagure is like 'ARE U OKAY🥺?'#anything happens and one of jabashiri's arms is up blocking hagure#so silly how he was hiding from mahoro#hagure calls him ryu-chan what if i died#i think jabashiri should have a soft spot for one perosn and that one person is hagure#hagure tatsuto#jabashiri nagare#idk where their full names appeared from but those are whats on myanimelist and i will trust that as accurate#post ep 3 tag addition.....#WHAAAATTTT#HE WAS LIKE ALL SHY AND TIMID OR WTVR IN EP 2#HOWD I GET HIM YAPPING AWAY CORRECTTT#he's like more mellowed out than when he's yapping but STILLLL THATS CRAZY#im so happy he's really silly i could cry i tell u
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modern au ft @crow-cap's oc sailor <3
the wood markings on xins face were inspired by @zah-likes-tea's art of them hehe
#its modern au(???) cuz its fun to imagine what theyd get up to if they had access to discord and minecraft#xin is the kind of minecraft player who fucks up the cobblestone generator every time <- speaking from experience#also sailors driving because it feels adjacent to sailing a boat and i wanted to be clever.. heh...#peep the lucky knot on the rearview window <3#the song xin is singing is homecoming serf by sidney gish partly because i imagine that as their singing voice#kind of soft and mellow not like a practised singer but still nice#also u dont understand im in love with the idea of xin having wooden markings on their skin UGHHHH SO COOOOLLL#zah that might possibly be the best thing ive ever seen THANK U#i tried to make it a small marking so it isnt too tedious to draw every time and its not a big deal if i forget it#myart#doodles#oc#friend oc#lmk oc#xin ya#sailor#little sailor
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Raiden holding Kung Lao in his arms and singing lullabies in Chinese to him in the middle of the night when he has nightmares from MK1’s events
#I just know young Raiden has the sweetest mellow husky voice#like a soft cello#it always grounds kung lao back in reality#hmmmm i should make a hurt/comfort fic out of this#raiden#kung lao#railao#mortal kombat 1
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Gentle Dreams 💙 They feel like peaceful moments where your mind relaxes, free from stress and hurry. They're soft and calm, like floating through a quiet place where everything is light and easy. In these dreams, time slows down, letting you enjoy the simple feeling of being at peace.
#dreamy#peaceful#calm#serene#relaxing#quiet#soft#tranquil#gentle#easy#blissful#soothing#light#content#restful#breezy#stillness#harmony#balance#mellow#cozy#refreshing#graceful#quietude#simple#zen#floating#hushed#ease#comfort
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Hi hi hi, so sorry for the lateness of this! 😭💕
I did a little something for miss Cloche for another birthday (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)!
I hope everything was amazing, another year more being the best Rook lover ever ✨
[Cloche’ Birthday Bash]
WUNNY !! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS AMAZING AMAZING GIFT- Cloche looks gorgeous and so fresh in your style! The fact you bothered with her birthday fit I- please- 😭😭 My heart can’t take this- I feel like you always spoil me- I’ve got to draw Yuunise more some day in exchange 😩 Very happy to celebrate with the sweetest Rook lover of all time!
#I always just love how soft and mellow your colours are! they meld so well together 💞💞#cloche smiling…. yes- she deserves it#I still love this so much#cloche’ birthday bash 🎊#oc: cloche🎊#mutuals 🎊#cat scratches 🌸#twst oc#twisted wonderland#twst#mutuals art#others ocs#oc interactions#twst yuu#twst yuusona
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soft thoughts for hao lately (well everyday) but ever since he said that he liked his hair long because his hair flutters along with the wind it just sent me down
but just the thought of being able to play with his long hair while humming and it’s just he probably sleeps because of how calming it all rlly is 💥🤩
that first part sounded like an animation i would see in disney of his hair pls idk why that was my first thoughts LMAOO
just imagine it being the early hours of the afternoon, natural sunlight pouring through the large windows and bathing the living room with an ethereal glow. the two of you were huddling on the couch together, white noise from the tv playing in the background. minghao is sprawled on his back, legs hanging off the couch and his head resting on top of your lap with a book in his hands, while you were quietly scrolling through your phone.
you find your hands absentmindedly kneading through strands of his hair. you love the length of his hair right now--how you're able to easily play with it, how it feels so soft and silky between your fingers, and you don't notice the way minghao's eyelids flutter at your touch. unbeknownst to you, the sensation of your fingers moving through his hair has caused his thoughts to drift away from the book.
"honey," minghao mutters, his voice making your fingers abruptly stop.
you look down at him, your fingers still tangled in his hair, and meet his gaze. his eyes are half-lidded, a tender smile gracing his lips.
"you're gonna make me fall asleep," he murmurs, gesturing to the book in his hands.
you chuckle lightly. "well, we can't have that, can we? wouldn't want you to miss out on the exciting parts of the book."
minghao's lips curve into a playful grin, his gaze holding yours for a lingering moment. his fingers close the book with a soft thud, reaching over to set it aside on the coffee table.
"i think i can put it on pause for now." then he nestles his head back at the curve of your thighs, grabbing your hand and guiding it back in its position through his hair. "can you..."
rolling your eyes, you start weaving your fingers through his hair again, and he releases a contented sigh. a low hum starts to leave your lips as you watch the way his eyes struggle to stay open, even fluttering to a close for a few times. it only takes a few minutes for him to finally surrender to your touch, his breathing becoming slow and steady, mouth curved into a faint smile.
you take a moment to appreciate his features--the way his long eyelashes cast soft shadows on his cheeks, the way his fingers are loosely entwined with yours.
he looks so peaceful like this, you say to yourself.
#mellow!#haowrld#friends ༊#answered#seventeen imagines#seventeen fluff#seventeen scenarios#seventeen x reader#minghao imagines#minghao fluff#minghao scenarios#minghao x reader#the8 imagines#the8 fluff#the8 scenarios#the8 x reader#soft hours!
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we don’t have to do anything but sit next to each other for the years to come.
#text#admin post#aro#aromantic#alterous#alterous attraction#aroace#tertiary attraction#queer platonic partner#txt#admin is entering a soft and mellow phase#being selfish with my feelings from#now on but also still allowing them to exist#also admin: i’ve been very much. gayer. lately. still non romantic but also. gay.#yeah.#anyways !
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Them Martin genes strong af it seems
#coolcatbeans#possly art#fern the human#fern mertens#I just love the idea that if he had the chance to grow he’d mellow out#and become into a big soft teddy bear#just wanting to better himself#probably also went to therapy to help deal with his literal imposter issue#I’m sure he isn’t FIXED#can’t fix shit that bad#but he’d probably find healthier coping methods#one day at a time sorta deal#idk I have a lot of feelings about Fern OKAY
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I say you did Alabaster, perhaps the other TA doods like Ethan or Chris?
Chris! One of my favorite underappreciated guys. I like to think about his design in terms of complimenting/contrasting Clarisse since she's the main character he interacts with, so I lean into him being generally softer shapes than her but a similar sort of build/haircut/also having notable scars. His scars also kinda parallel Luke's, so that's fun.
#pjo#riordanverse#chris rodriguez#chb#cabin 11#cabin eleven#hermes kids#titan army#rogues#character design#Anonymous#i imagine after the Maze he's just kind of a chill quiet guy. like a mellowness that contrasts Clarisse's brashness#so that's also part of why i lean into round shapes for him#he canonically brings out her soft side and i find that adorable#underappreciated canon couple i love 'em#*and* he's a titan army guy what can't Chris do#for camp beads i usually make the two unknown ones on Annabeth's necklace represent Silena and Clarisse for like their first years#so here I put essentially Chris having joined camp around the same time as Silena
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Melted Mellow
#moodboards#moodboard#aesthetics#yellow moodboard#soft yellow#mellow#sunny vibes#moodboard aesthetic#yellowcore#happy aesthetic
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It's canon in Amphibia that Marcy Wu plays the Drums & violin, I found fashion creator & her voice actress Haley Tju's one day folk band:
Away on Mercury.
A reunion might be fun to see. Do you want to.
Speaking of Haley, sad new for Y'all. I hear she's privately living in New York & engaged, on honeymoon & getting married to a man she knew (possibly dated) for 10 years. See her IG if you don't believe me.
#Away on Murcury#folk#fun fact#amphibia#marcy wu#marsey#markey#haley tju#cassy cota#folk band#soft#liminal#accoustic#voice actress#soundcloud#mellow#chill#summertime#emo#2014 tumblr#y2k#frutiger aero
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hey guzma you could fight anyone any day in front of me <3
#I made him really pretty dang mellow and having spent a lot of time intentionally being soft. which means I almsot never get to draw him#going absolutely Ham or perhaps feral. I never let gene's guzma fight 50-60 feral hogs. but he Could. he's 34 but he's built like a brick
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If you feel inclined to share, I would love to hear more about this sadist Lucifer 👀
warning: this is incredibly self-shippy because. um. yeah.
lucifer is canonically a sadist and a control freak. everything has a time and place, things must be kept in order, and you are expected to follow the rules. while i understand and appreciate the iron hold that he has on his life and the lives of his brothers, i do think that he goes overboard; i have been known to shirk authority, especially when i don’t think it’s someone else’s place to tell me what to do. so, lucifer and i—two eldest siblings—tend to butt heads. a lot of sexual tension gets wrapped up in our spats, and once we lay out our feelings for one another, much of the bickering calms down.
however, we still (of course) don’t see eye to eye on every issue. and many of our arguments get dragged into the bedroom. lucifer craves total control over every aspect of his life—our relationship included. and, ever the cunning sadist that he is, he likes to play games. because he knows that no matter how hardheaded and stubborn i am in our everyday lives, once he gets me in bed, my façade begins to crack. he has a knack for bending me to his will. and he knows that my favorite thing in the universe—the one activity that i cannot live without—is receiving head. and he uses it against me like the bastard he is </3
#this makes our relationship sound really toxic LOL but it really isn’t#i think we actually both help one another. i mellow him out and he helps me stand my ground#but he knows i have a soft spot for him and his wiles because im a whore!!! and it works!!! sighhhhhh. i love him so much.#༄ kae’s mailbox#lucifer <3
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A show I rewatched every decade or less for the main romance and relationship. I love, love Maggie Cheung Ho Yee and her character here (and her short hair was stunning), and while the stories could be much better, they were still okay. The show aged quite well. I learned a few useful things from this show.
The main pairing here is still one of the healthiest, most mature and egalitarian (modern) relationship I have had the pleasure to feast onscreen, and some of the tropes are my favourites too, e.g., the main male character feeding his lady love with his excellent cooking skills, relatively straightforward commmunication/confession etc. The visuals were gold too (though am/was not much of a fan of Gallen Lo, they made for a beautifully striking pair).
The main pair’s dynamics were made even better by their contrast with the somewhat - not particularly healthy and often annoying - ‘stereotypical het’ relationship of the second leads.
A favourite which stood the test of time.
#mystery files#Cantonese drama#old TVB drama#Maggie Cheung Ho Yi#Gallen Lo#迷離檔案#the romance and dynamics portrayed here are a favourite#favourite canon OTP#relationship goals for real#healthy and mature#both people are trustworthy and reasonable#no unnecessary dramatics#soft and mellow#細水長流#張可頤 was beyond stunning and gorgeous#now too obviously#a favourite female character 文嘉利#for the many strains of misogyny and sexism in HK dramas they could be quite progressive too#even now more than 25 years after the fact#a bit disappointing that we are sliding as a whole in terms of progress and feminism#or basically fighting a similar fight from before 😭😔#just did a casual rewatch a few months back 🥰⭐️
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