#sending you all the hugs on the spiritual plane and wishing you an amazing day!!!!!! 💜💜💜

[stormyoceans]

"party A can terminate the contract" do you think there will be no bullshit like "I was with you only because of a marketing project" and so on? I'm so tired of the stupid and unnecessary plot drama crap that I already want to cry from my fears that it will be applied.

i know how you feel anon like at this point im just so worried about currently airing shows fumbling the bag in their second half with unnecessary drama or questionable choices that im almost afraid of getting excited about any of them ;;;;;;;;;;

HOWEVER!!!!!! im gonna be mildly optimistic about first note of love and say that that's not gonna happen, and im actually not sure how to properly explain why i believe that, so please bear with me as i end up rambling as usual, but the thing is. both neil and xiao hai are already very aware that their entire partnership was founded with one clear goal in mind: making neil have a comeback so the company will renew his contract and the rights to magnet's songs will be safe. this is not something they can hurt each other with, because this is how it all started, and their main issue is actually that they're still stuck there

they may not like orca's words, but he's right: neil and sea may be making music with each other, but they're not doing it TOGETHER, because right now they're not playing for their own selves. xiao hai is doing it for neal and magnet and what their music meant for him as a kid, while neil is doing it for the memory of his brother and what they built together, and the proof of this is that they're still playing magnet's old songs instead of making new ones

both neil and xiao hai are stuck in the past, but if they want to succeed they're gonna have to move on, so what i think it's gonna happen is that the chairman of the company will want to terminate neil's contract and stop investing in him because he doesn't think neil and xiao hai are gonna work out (hence reese in the preview for next episode saying the company is taking away their fundings), so neil is really gonna be on edge about failing and in the end he's gonna have to decide if he actually wants to keep being a singer and keep trying to play with xiao hai, and of course in the end the answer is gonna be yes, because ultimately, despite the past still holding them back, both of them want to build something new together

AND THAT'S WHEN THEY'RE GONNA START MAKING NEW MUSIC AND REALIZE THEY'RE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER AND KISS OKAY BYE

[heistmaster69]

pariet lilium (5)

 pariet lilium chapter five by @heistmaster69

warnings: a little self deprecation, blaise and theo making fools of themselves, otherwise none.

A/N: we are now in GOBLET OF FIRE1!!!11!!1!!!11! I have been waiting to get here, i wanted to start my story here but i thought i’d give some background before we get JUICY. enjoy loves!

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It was the same thing, every time. The same nightmare Frankie always had, ever since the second to last week of her second year. A third year boy, tall, with kind blue eyes, floppy brown hair and a smile that could give you butterflies. His name was Spencer, but everyone called him Spence. He was a Gryffindor, with strong shoulders and stronger bravery, playing as a Chaser on the team. Frankie met him in the Library, the sunset was shining through the windows-he looked like he was glowing.

“What are you reading?” Frankie looked up and her stomach fluttered. 

“I-uh,” She laughed. “Um, it’s a book on the spiritual plane.” 

“Advanced stuff for a second year.” He nodded towards the chair across from Frankie. “Can I sit here? The rest are full.”

“Hey!” She scoffed “I’m the same age as you, I just started late. My parents didn’t want me to be the youngest in the class, or something.” 

“August birthday, huh? Still, spiritual stuff is fifth or sixth year-you’re an overachiever.” He smiled, sliding her copy of Magic and Spirits: A Guide across the table, looking into the page Frankie was reading.

“I’m Spencer.”

“Is it weird to say I know?” They shared a chuckle, before she added; “I’ve seen you play Quidditch, of course. I’m Frankie.”

“Is it weird to say I know too? You’ve thrown one too many bludgers at my face,” He slid the book back to her. “You’re good.” Spencer winked. 

But after that, his smile gets distorted, twisted, sickeningly into a wicked grin. The butterflies, the fluttering, changes instantaneously into nausea. Heat rolls over Frankie, and she feels like she’s choking, not in the good way, either. 

“Spence?” Her eyes were glossed over, sore.

“What is it, doll?” He leaned against the stone of the Hogwarts corridor.

“Spencer, are you messing with me?” Frankie couldn’t meet his eyes. “I heard you. I heard you talking to Cedric.”

“He’s my best friend, I talk to him every day.”

“Did you ask me to Hogsmeade on a dare?”

“I-what?”

“Don’t lie to me, Spencer, please, I heard you.”

“I’m sorry Reed, they told me to.” He didn’t even care, his eyes were cold, barely the smallest glint of remorse.

“I trusted you. I hope the galleon is worth it.”

~

August 31, 1994. 15 years ago today, Francesca Josephine Reed was brought into the world at St. Mungo’s hospital by her mother and her father. Since that day, the two ‘parents’ have been waiting to ship their only daughter to a wealthy, pureblooded heir to a notable family name and fortune. They cursed Francesca for being a girl and spent every waking hour ignoring her existence, wishing she would be 18 already so they could try for a son, free of any distractions. But of course, no one could know of their contempt for their daughter, so, yearly on the last day of August, the day before students return to Hogwarts, her parents throw Frankie a ‘party’, which is just an excuse to show everyone how well they raised their kid. Only, they didn’t raise Frankie. Kendra did. 

Kendra, her tutor. Kendra, the kind woman with sad chestnut eyes that sparkled in the sun. Kendra, the one who taught Frankie everything she knew. Kendra, the one who acted like her mother when her birth mom pretended she didn’t exist. And Kendra is gone. Died in her sleep from Dragon Pox. The only family Frankie had, gone in her sleep, like she never existed. Her mother had insisted that Francesca was; “Better off without the blood traitor.” And Frankie had to bite her tongue, tasting metal and seeing red, while those who were supposed to love her most showed that they, truly, didn’t know her at all. 

This ‘party’ was more like a stuffy ball for uptight pricks with wallets bigger than their brains. A ‘show and tell’, per say, for those who had surnames worth showing. Her parents got a chance to play dress up with their favorite doll, spewing distasteful comments about everything they didn’t find up to par.

“This should be flattering, I guess,” She started, laying out an emerald green gown with long, translucent bell sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. It was gorgeous, but due to the way her mother had worded it, Frankie didn’t want to wear it. Yet, if Frankie refused, her mother would make her life hell. “Do you want to wear it?” As if I have a choice. If I say no, yikes.

“Yeah! Thanks.” Frankie ran her fingers over the soft fabric. A silk bodice with a flowing, sheer, skirt. She would look like a princess. “I’ll see you downstairs?” 

Her mother was already out the door.

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The clinking of champagne glasses and the sounds of hushed conversations echoed into Frankie’s room. She laid on the bed, hands intertwined, unwilling to go greet the guests downstairs.

“I feel like I’m watching a muggle movie. A princess sprawled across her bed just to look cool.” Frankie sat up, seeing Cher and her smiling dark eyes, wearing a golden satin gown, contoured to her body. “You look amazing. The only thing missing is your tiara.” She cocked her head and outstretched her arms. “I missed you, Frankster.” 

“Cher, you whore, I missed you!” Frankie slid off the four poster bed and tripped into her friend’s arms. “You sexy beast, you get more gorgeous every time I see you-that includes when I blink.”

“Well I could say the same to you.  The curves on you are unreal.” Cher poked Frankie’s hip. “But you know why I’m here. It’s because you’re not down there.” 

“I know, I know. The longer I wait the more annoyed she gets. Every year.” 

“Let’s go, Frankie. Happy Birthday!” Cher held out her arm and linked it through Frankie’s. 

The estate had an exterior of brick, with white trims and pillars making it swallow the appearance of anyone approaching it. A tall fence encased in forest green hedges, locking the Reeds away, keeping them ‘safe’ from everyone and everything else. The interior was cold. Always cold. The long hallways and staircases were so dark. Wooden floors would creak below her footsteps and she was lonely. Always alone in the cold, dark house that felt too big and too small all the time. 

But tonight? Tonight she wasn’t alone. The first day all summer that she saw her best friends. She felt the fog leave her head as she saw them one by one. Cher, next to her, Daphne at the bottom of the staircase, standing next to Pansy. Theo and Blaise talking to a pair of French girls in silver dresses, and Draco.

Oh, Draco. How could he get more attractive? Frankie had hoped the lack of contact over the summer would etch away her feelings, but they remained, ever as persistent. 

His eyes lit up when he saw her, but they shifted quickly away from Frankie. Cher. She had to make sure her smile didn’t falter, so as to keep the perfect daughter facade from slipping. 

“Happy B-Day, Frankster!” Pansy crushed Frankie in a hug as soon as they reached the ground. “We missed you, as usual.”

“I missed her more!” Daphne wrapped her arms around her in a more gentle way, giving her a tight hug that felt like home. “Theo and Blaise better pull themselves away from those girls soon, I give them fifteen seconds before they find out they’re dating.”

“I want some love. Where can I get something like that?” Cher whined.

Daphne placed a hand on her shoulder. “Baby don’t worry about it, you’ll get that.” 

“Yeah, but at least in Wizarding France people can marry who they want. If only Bartemius Crouch Senior wasn’t a bigoted prick-”

“He’s on his way out anyway. His denial of You-Know-Who is going to give him the boot. We can just hope whoever comes in next will support us. If not, living in France it is.” The girls shared a sigh, looking over their shoulders to catch the end of Theo and Blaise’s conversation with the ladies, it appeared to have ended with an awkward handshake and a brisk walk away. Draco was caught up in a boring discussion with Torquil Travers and and a Carrow. Seemed to be very dull, as he kept sending glances towards the group of teens near the stairs. He was swirling a glass full of something dark, family ring adorning his hand. 

“I feel really bad, you guys.” Theo said, rubbing the back of his neck. “We were talking to them for like, ten minutes, I bet they think we’re creeps.”

“No, Theodore, the way that conversation was going, they probably thought we were dating.” Blaise wrapped an arm around Theo’s shoulder. “I don’t blame them. Sometimes I wish I could be in love with this sexy beast.” 

Theo patted Blaise’s arm. “I feel the same way.” 

“With that, my loves, I must go forth and mingle, or face the silent wrath of my mother. Happy birthday to me!” Frankie hugged Blaise and Theo, then moved throughout the room, having boring conversations about politics, how school is going, what profession she should choose, or just small talk to pass the time. She had an alright time, sipping chilled butterbeer and having quick, fun conversations with her friends in between long, drawn out ones with tired purebloods. Draco didn’t have the time to talk to Frankie.

After the party it was quiet. Quickly hugging her friends and returning to her room to check her trunks for her return to school. Frankie knew she didn’t foget anything, but she couldn’t seem to calm her mind enough to be tired. She also couldn’t unzip this dress to save her life, so she came to terms with the fact that Frankie would be sleeping in this elegant ballgown tonight. 

Her room was her safe place, smelling like lemon and vanilla, with candles on her desk giving it a calm, orange glow. Plush pillows on a four-poster bed, silk sheets and a velvet throw. It was luxurious. Too luxurious. She sometimes felt like an impostor in her own home, undeserving of the riches her family name allowed her. Sitting on the edge, Frankie pulled her journal out from her pillowcase. She outstretched her arm and opened her hand, palm towards the ceiling.

“Pariet lilium.” It came out as a whisper, but immediately, deep red rose petals materialized from her palm, unfurling into a beautiful bud, then into a flower. Frankie could feel the satiny touch of the petals on her skin and watched as the stem emerged from the bottom of the flower. It was beautiful. 

Frankie lifted the rose to her nose, inhaling the floral scent and beginning to relax from the long day.

She was just about to lie down when there was a knock on her bedroom door.

“Chess?”

~

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[elhoimleafar]

Celebrating All Hallows Eve in these strange new times.

Welcome back here dear reader, I am Elhoim, and this is my post, remember to share and leave your comments.

We are all living in these new times, times that are increasingly strange to us, times of ostracism and election season, months without hugs (can you believe it?), And times of political and social conflict, we are living together a season that in a way We were amazed, even though we saw for years that those glasses on the counter were overflowing with spilled water, we watched them fill up day after day, and finally, they spilled, all at once. But the important thing is that we are in this together and that we must remember.

We have reached the month of October, and it is the “popular witch's month”, it is Autumn in the North, Spring in the South, and a typical-warm summer in the tropics of Ecuador (Venezuela, my native country).

This was planned as my fifth month of Halloween since arriving in New York City in 2015, and although I did not have many plans, I was willing to take a couple of short trips and attend some parties of my friends, all of it was canceled, and now I'm planning the month from home.

I do not celebrate Halloween, I do not dress up or decorate the house with pumpkins and plastic dolls, because it is not one of my family traditions, and (here wasting the cold frankness that characterizes me) in these times where keyboard activists seem to have more power than the real activists, it is almost a social risk that a person from Latin America even dares to mention "Halloween decorations", without some white blogger accusing you of cultural appropriation (many Pagan Blogs are full of those).

But if like me, you feel at home, with a great desire to take advantage of the available energy of this month for your own benefit, these are some of the things that I will do, and I invite you to do, maybe it will be something fun, less elaborate, but definitely better than spending the entire day watching horror movies (two continuous hours of voluntary anxiety) and reading hundreds of repeated posts about the season's most recommended "witch" movies.

Remember that it is an annual celebration, it is a season with a duration of several days, it is a celebration of nature and its cycles. Take an afternoon to meditate on it, write what you think about it, and question what you know (and what you think you know) about All Hallows Eve, its origins, traditions, and customs, and how you are honoring some of these.

Cleaning, rearranging, and moving furniture is much more important than decorating to impress. There is nothing wrong with the decorations, but focus on moving the energy first, and for that, we move the furniture, let the old energy of last season move out so that the energy of the new season can come in.

Invite the ancestor spirits to come home, to connect with you, to sit around the table, to spend the night, to chat with you. The dead celebrate together with the living.

Turn off the television. Choose one to two days before the night of All Hallows Eve (October 31) and spend these days without using the TV. Plan other activities that put you in contact with nature, with forests, visit rivers and parks, visit the tombs of your ancestors, spend a day in the garden, read some books. And don't worry, Netflix will still be there when you get back.

Light candles and incense, burn herbs and dried flowers at home, remember that the aromatic smoke of herbs is perceptible beyond the senses, its energy influences various planes of existence at the same time, that is why we light incense in churches and temples to venerate those who have departed. I invite you to prepare your own incenses at home, or you can if you wish, copy any of the recipes that are in this blog.

Make coffee and serve it by the front door for several mornings in a row to honor the deceased and those souls who are about to be forgotten.

Connect with your ancestors and the witches in your family, honor their lives and their processes, read about them, write about them, I keep a small diary (really small, it does not have more than 30 pages), where I write the memories, rituals, and real stories of witches and ghosts related to my mother, grandmother, mom's uncles, my sisters, and other family members, so we keep their memory alive and honor their magic.

Decorate with flowers and bunches of herbs, grow and collect some flowers at home, nurture the nearby gardens, move the soil with your bare hands, leave portions of bread and seeds around to feed the animals. Connect with nature in different ways than usual.

Take a blanket and go out at night to look at the stars, prepare lunch for the park with wine, juice, fruits, and homemade bread (it can be from a local organic bakery).

Organize virtual meetings (zoom, Facebook, telegram) with your Coven or with your friends, to catch up, drink coffee "together", chat about their ancestors and about the energy of the season, about these full moons of October, about the season of All Hallows Eve, etc...

Clean and decorate your altar, that portal that connects you with your ancestors and your gods. Take a few hours to clean, rearrange, and decorate this space from scratch, add some flowers and aromatic herbs, you can use the dried herbs to make a homemade potpourri.

Learn something new. If we are in season to venerate our ancestors, and especially the witches and sorcerers who preceded us, it is time to honor them as they were. It is a good month to get started in the art of making your own candles (click here) and incense, maybe you can discover how to prepare some essential oils (click here), magic perfumes, and magic bags of good luck (click here).

This month has a powerful and accessible energy available, invest in some candles and amulets, dare to perform new spells, enchant your objects, practice a session of spiritualism, try a new ritual, or create a talisman to protect the house or the room where you sleep.

Invest some of your time in your spellbook, take notes of some herbs, crystals, and oils with which you have worked recently, write down what were the results, how they made you feel, what were the feelings and motivations behind these spells.

I will be offering this same month, a couple of workshops on summoning and mediumship (click here and click here) because the lunar energy this month feels incredible for this kind of magical work, I especially feel that there will be a magnificent moment between the last week of October and the last weeks of December, to carry out invocations and mediumship. Try to conjure something different and unusual, or to summon some familiar spirit.

Prepare some meals with magical intent, for this, I recommend the new book "A Kitchen Witch’s Guide of Recipes for Love & Romance" by Aurora Dawn (available here).

HUG TREES !!! There, in them, and in those sensations that they give you when you hug them, there lies our true power, in that sacred connection with nature that only we can understand.

Make a list of intentions for the next year, make a list of intentions for the blue moon (October 31), prepare some candles for that night.

Give thanks, perform a ritual of gratitude, as simple as writing down all the reasons for which you are grateful, light a candle with the scent of myrrh, and burn the list in the fire to send this message of gratitude to the universe.

Look for my new book Manifestation Magic on Amazon and Goodreads and preord…. No no no, it's a joke, (but you can do it anyway, lol), what you should do is add one or two new titles, so let me recommend you to search and read:

Llewellyn's Little Book of Halloween, by Mickie Mueller. (available here)

The Book of Candle Magic, by Madame Pamita. (available here)

The Complete Book of Moon Spells, by Michael Herkes. (available here).

Modern Witch: Spells, Recipes & Workings, by Devin Hunter. (available here)

Hoodoo Cleansing and Protection Magic, by Miss Aida. (available here)

Water Magic (Elements of Witchcraft), by Lilith Dorsey. (available here)

Initiation into Witchcraft, by Brian Cain. (hardcover available here)

Llewellyn's Little Book of Yule, by Jason Mankey. (available here)

And remember, your teacher is your daily practice, your magic and its results depend a lot on your daily routine. So whatever you do, make it conscious and put your heart into it.

with true love and honesty, Elo.

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[kelhirt]

My Travel Journal: an adventure abroad.

Six months ago I returned from my dream; traveling alone to Europe. Though I wish my 2 month stint was more like 12, I couldn’t be more thankful for the time I had abroad. I realized as I was journaling to reflect on the year 2018, that my time in Ireland made a huge impact on my mental health and strengthened my resilience. I think it took so long for me to realize how big of a part it played in my life because I always wanted to answer the “How was your trip?!” question with the things I saw and experienced, not how those very things helped me grow or how they inspire me today.

On my first trip abroad with the high school history club to Italy in 2012, my advisor told us to keep a journal so we didn’t forget all the little happenings from the trip. Best advice I’ve ever received because I now have two journals filled with intimate details of my travels that probably would have been forgotten but are so unique. 

Though I won’t share my exact entries, like all good solo-female travelers, I am going to share parts of my journal. I want to do this because a few friends and family asked me to continue "blogging” while I was abroad and I didn’t, but also because I miss writing. Additionally, I love hearing people’s stories, so why not share some of my personal anecdotes along with some pictures? Because the current attention span people have is less than a minute, I am going to split my entries up so they are more palpable and easy reads. 

So the story begins...

I called my parents early in May (both of whom knew I was semi planning something) and told them I had a dilemma-- flights were crazy cheap, definitely in my allotted travel pot, and I had been wanting to go back to Ireland so bad. Doesn’t sound much like a dilemma they said...so with their validation, I booked the flight and cried for literally 20 seconds, stopped, asked myself out loud why I was crying when I was making my dream a reality, then jumped around. Huge emotional swing in less than a minute. Mid June I was set to go with a carry on, a backpack, and a general plan for the trip that would fall apart right when I landed.

My original plan was to do WorkAway; an international volunteering program where you do a few hours of work each day in return for food and lodging. I did all my research to make sure I didn’t need a special visa, and on all accounts, volunteering never showed that I’d need one...but the lady at customs when I landed in Dublin thought very differently. After 30 minutes of interrogation, showing all my money, holding back tears, and promising I wouldn’t do it, she let me into the country instead of sending my right back to the US on the next plane. I’m used to getting searched every time I fly, but this was a whole new level.

Thankfully a friend talked me into letting him pick me up in Dublin, so once I got through customs, I had a big warm hug and smiling face to welcome me; a moment of huge relief and sheer happiness. After a few chill nights in GaIway, I mischievously decided to go and stay with a woman I had previously set a WorkAway stay up with, who was as confused as I was about the situation. She ended up “adopting me” as a niece for a long weekend, so I hopped on a ferry and journeyed to the beautiful Aran Island: Inis Mor. 

The people I fell into the hands of  during the adventure still blow my mind, and Deirdre was the first on the list. Deirdre leads Celtic Spirituality Retreats and also is an outstanding musician.  In her essence, she is an extraordinary Irish woman who values every second of each day.

We spent a few hours each day painting, singing to the music, and learning more about each other. As we were listening to my Spotify one day, Dermot Kennedy, one of my favorite musicians came on and she seemed surprised that I knew his work. Turns out she is his aunt.  Small world-- Like is this seriously happening?! Check out this intensely beautiful duet they informally performed. After that, check them both out!

The painting we did happened in between morning meditation overlooking the Atlantic on a cliff, afternoon trips to the beach, hiking to Dun Aengus(a prehistoric fort) where they deemed me as a local and let me in for free, and getting lost in fields of sheep on evening walks. 

I spent the summer solstice with Deirdre and her friends, drinking red wine, watching the sunset, and trying to keep up with the folk songs that were being sung by everyone. Later that weekend we all met again at the island’s bonfire night and did it all again...this time I was more familiar with the songs and because of that, I got roped into an Irish jig. Following that, the ladies got a tour of Deirdre's newly painted retreat/music space in her shed and we ended up having a deeply emotional time with song and a circle of gratitude. In meeting those unique and empowering women, I gained about six Irish moms and a place to stay later in my journey.

A few days and a hot Bus Eireann ride later, I was in Dingle, an extremely charming coastal town south of Galway. The first night I was there I went to a local pub and enjoyed great live music and Irish dancing done by a guy who was on Britain’s Got Talent, which was obviously amazing.

I shared a large hostel room with two women. One of my hostel mates was German and a professional badminton player--not sure how I didn’t know that that was a thing...where were the scouts at the doubles badminton 2016 UW-La Crosse Intramural championship when my partner and I killed it? 

My other hostel mate was from California and we ended up having a riot of a time. Dingle is a small town and because she had been there for about a week, she knew many people. We ended up hitching a ride around Sleigh Head Drive with a local pub owner who also was a tour guide on his weeks off. 

Honestly not sure how this stuff happens, but he gave us a personal tour. It involved stopping for homemade baked goods, wine, and a few beaches for a swim to cool off in the hot Irish summer, thanks to global warming. When he had to go back to bartending, he dropped us off at a beach-side pub where we drank Dingle Gin and tonics for hours, making friends with anyone and everyone, followed by hitchhiking home with some tourists from South America. Then of course we had to go see the best bartender in town for some more gin, which made me a very nauseous lady on the 4 hour bus ride back to Galway the next day, but I made it and even got to enjoy my first 99; a plain vanilla ice cream cone covered in sprinkles.Very popular on the beautiful Emerald Isle. 

The days between my short trips away from Galway consisted of me spending time reading at Salthill beaches,  people watching at the Sparch (Spanish Arch), and wandering around my favorite city. Being back in Galway felt like I was at home. I think it’s pretty obvious that I am obsessed with Ireland. But what isn’t so obvious is the strange pull I felt to return and the connection I feel when I am there. I link those feelings to my grandma who visited Ireland many times, and whose spirit is strong inside of me and has been since she died many years ago.

My first two weeks back in Ireland were nothing less than magnificent, setting the tone for the next 6 weeks, but I had more exploring to do.  

Next stop: Deutschland! 

[stormyoceans]

I can't stop listening to the opening of FNoL. It's such an incredible song! I can't remember the last time I didn't skip the opening credits. Those moles on Neil's face! his pleasant voice! (Charles, damn it why don't you sing in all your series!) Xiao Hai's sweet encouraging smile! Their bickering over coffee! Ooooo I'm sooo drowned in this show! But 20 minutes Carl!!!!! Monica thank you for telling me about this series. I feel such an unprecedented surge of love inside me💜🎉

THE WAY I WAS SO SURPRISED AND EXCITED TO GET A FIRST NOTE OF LOVE MESSAGE THAT I BUMPED MY KNEE INTO MY DESK AND ACTUALLY SAW THE PROVERBIAL STARS FSDHFKJDGSFJGSDJ WORTH IT TBH

BUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM SOOOOO HAPPY YOU STARTED THE SHOW AND THAT YOU’RE LIKING IT ANON!!!!!!!!!!

i could not agree with you more about the opening song, it’s just SO GOOD, but to be fair im so in love with the entire soundtrack of this show, i’ve had it on repeat for a whole week and i still haven’t gotten tired of it!!!!! the song neil sings the very first time he meets xiao hai as a kid is probably my favorite rn, just because i ADORE charles’ voice and that scene in episode 2 with the juxtaposition of neil and xiao hai playing it (LITERALLY GAVE ME GOOSEBUMPS), but again, all the songs are amazing and i think you really can tell that they took a lot of care in making the music for the series. the other night i actually watched this small featurette about it and i love that they worked so hard on the physicality of the actors while they sing and play the instruments too!!!!!!

the funniest thing is. i honestly still have no idea why this series got me so badly, especially since i have a very complicated relationship with taiwanese BLs and im not particularly into age gaps, but for some reason the dynamic between neil and xiao hai just works SO MUCH for me!!!!!! and im once again reminded how subjective chemistry is because i’ve seen a lot of comments saying that charles and michael don’t really have it, or that they have only a platonic kind of chemistry, meanwhile im sitting here clawing at the curtains and climbing the walls of my apartment every time they look at each other because michael as xiao hai has these moments where he’s giving such ‘you were my sexual awakening and i haven’t had a single chaste thought about you since forever’ energies when he’s around neil, meanwhile charles has clearly gone to the jimmy jitaraphol’s school of looking at your co-star with a love so all consuming and full of adoration and a devotion so palpable and plain to see it drives people to the brink of suicide (IT’S ME IM PEOPLE)

and much to my embarrassment i could actually go on rambling about this show for a few more hours but im shutting up rn because this already got way too long ;;;;;;;; BUT YEAH THE EPISODES BEING SO SHORT REALLY IS THE ONLY NEGATIVE THING ABOUT IT (i wanted to watch episode 5 on company's time but I NEED TO MAKE THOSE 20 MINUTES LAST)

HOPING AND PRAYING AND MANIFESTING IT WILL KEEP BEING THIS GOOD UNTIL THE END