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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗 ㅡ      𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒  

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[zhouxiangs]

MEET YOU AT THE BLOSSOM (2024) | Episode 1

The narrow imperial road offered a full view of the horrific scene outside. Xiaobao trembled as he saw over a dozen bodies strewn about, nearly screaming out loud. Fuck, he had never witnessed such a bloody scene in his life; it was terrifying. Scared, he closed his eyes, but curiosity got the better of him, and he opened them again. Once open, he couldn't close them again. He stared unblinkingly at the white figure under the moonlight, utterly dumbfounded. The moonlight scattered a field of starlight, under the dim moonbeams, a slender, pale figure was entangled in a fight with a group of people. That fluttering figure was agile and nimble, moving through the air as if on flat ground, wielding a long sword. A head of black hair reflected a ghostly enchanting color under the moon, weaving through a group of men in black, accompanied by screams. Yet, the person remained as calm as ever, as if the frightening bloodstains on them were not their own. Despite being stained with blood, their hair remained immaculate, not diminishing their radiance in the slightest. With brows like distant mountains, sparkling star-like eyes, a straight nose above crimson lips, their entire being exuded a fierce and enchanting aura. That arrogantly unparalleled beauty seemed as if it belonged in paintings, truly something that should exist only in the heavens, rarely heard of in the mortal realm. Jin Xiaobao prided himself on having seen countless beauties, but in front of this person, all famed courtesans, talented women, and rich daughters seemed like mere mortals. Not just in temperament, which was as different as cloud and mud, but even in looks, they were leagues apart. Such a celestial appearance, he had only seen once in his lifetime. Jin Xiaobao became as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, his lips trembling so much he could hardly speak. Zhaocai was startled and whispered, "Young master, what's wrong? If you're scared, don't look." Jinbao quickly pulled their young master back, also startled by the bizarre smile on his face, and nudged him, "Young master?" "A goddess…" Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, then broke into a smile, sighing, "A goddess." — Chapter 3 of Blooming Flowers, Silent Sorrow by Shui Qian Cheng

[accio-victuuri]

wang yibo - elle july 2024 issue

Outside the screen, @UNIQ-王一博walks on the high platform, calm, noble, charming, and uses countless moments to cast the eternity of time - there is no real difference between moments and eternity, both changing and unchanging. As Nietzsche said, "When the heart is full of love, the moment is eternal." This is also the highest realm given by time.

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[tokyicons]

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[mylittleponygrrl]

Twin Jades of Gusu Lan modern au

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✿ㅤyiren ﹙everglow﹚ㅤlockscreen

[wonpearl]

jackson wang ── solo ＃ wallpaper 𔓐𑇓

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王楚然

[arrivalstuff]

♡ᵎ jackson icons ♡ᵎ

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[viggos-mortensen]

TOM CONTI as Albert Einstein in Oppenheimer (2023)

[accio-victuuri]

yibo-official weibo update

The light and shadows are hazy, the emotions are rippling; the memories are flowing, the thoughts are penetrating the gaps. My mind is clear, see you tonight in "Somebody Else's Arms"!

[mykoreanlove]

You're sick

The number you have dialed is not in service. Please call again later.

What the actual fuck? Jackson took another puff of his cigarette before reaching for his drink again. She blocked me? She fucking blocked me?! He took another sip of the brown liquor, not even feeling the burn in this throat anymore. The only thing he felt was anger. His eyes were glued to the screen, still unable to process what has happened. How could you block me? I’m Jackson Wang from China for fuck’s sake. He took another long sip sadly accepting the fact that even his fame couldn’t guarantee him a shot at love.

You’re sick. Those were your final words to him. He replayed you saying that hundreds of times. You had that painful look in your reddened eyes, tears straining your flushed cheeks, breath stuck in your throat as you let go of him. Jackson spit out the nastiest things as his ego was taking a blow right there. He watched you pack your stuff and leave his apartment, leaving him for good.

At least you didn’t cheat on him. He smirked devilishly thinking that this was some kind of progress since the girl before you fooled him for weeks on end. But if he was honest with himself it didn’t feel like progress at all. It felt like heartbreak, like suffering, like a never-ending loneliness that has crept into his bones. At this point in his life those feelings felt like a part of him. You were right, he thought to himself, I am sick.

Jackson poured himself another glass as he was remembering the first few weeks he shared with you. He liked the excitement of becoming yours - being glued to his phone eagerly anticipating your texts became normal, having someone to share the highs and lows of his days with felt so natural and you giving him all of your attention made him feel so important.

He adored the passion you elicited in him – staying up most nights to explore your body thrilled him, being the one fucking you brainless turned him on endlessly and cuddling you to sleep while stealing sweet kisses made him domestic.

He loved forming a true connection with you - opening up about his struggles was easy since you’ve always been so empathetic, holding you in his arms under the stars while planning the future seemed logical and falling in love was inevitable, especially for someone as love-addicted as Jackson.

This sweet feeling of love took over his whole being which made him noticeably happier. Jackson finally felt like he was appreciated for who he was as a man and not for being an artist. He didn’t even care that he had to slow down his career, so that he could spend more time with you. He didn’t care about music sales, brand deals or future career options – all he cared about was you.

Until he didn’t.

His mind got pestered with doubts, anxiety clouding his every thought. What if this was too good to be true? What if you left him in the end? What if relationships weren’t just his thing? Could he really neglect his career for you? After all, his career would never wake up and abandon him one day…

Jackson felt himself slipping into old patterns. This was no longer the confident man that you fell for but a coward that shied away from love and gave into fear. Unable to stop his inner demons, he gave into them, turning into a self-sabotaging monster once again. Better hurting you than getting hurt himself, right?

He gulped down the remains of the liquor and let out a desperate sigh. Why did I do this? Why am I so stupid? He ran his hand through his blonde hair, tugging on it as if self-harm would ease his self-inflected pain. He thought about the downfall of your relationship: Joyful calls turned into silence, sweet acts of love turned into egocentric ignorance and soulful connection turned into manipulation. This was no longer a blooming relationship; this was him having his way with you. He controlled you by giving you love if he needed it and tossed you aside if you came too close to him. Jackson often wondered how long you’d play this game with him, how much it took to break you. Turns out that fucking his dancer in front of you did the trick. Crying and arguing got replaced with your silence – this was you being done with him. This was him being left with his sickness – once again.

[itsmerobinnow]

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[inkwingart]

Xue Fangfei + Xiao Heng

The Double (2024)

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