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It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

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Side note. I still, still, can't believe that Ronghao escapes Shuiyuntian jail twice. Twice. Who's running this operation.

No one would escape under my watch.

Especially not Ronghao.

I'd watch him allllllll day.

For security reasons.

Security reasons.

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[I want to consciously be delusional for a moment]

Don't we all

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if I had a nickel for every time xu haiqiao played the main character’s father in cdramas and got separated from his lover, I’d have 2 nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice

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I've seen so many posts about the first part of this scene, which, valid. It was one of the most beautiful scenes in a show, ever. Period. But this next bit? WX running to him?? REACHING for him, like she was scared she wouldn't be able to touch him before he was gone???

That last shot is literally a painting.

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“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”

— Starra Neely Blade (via thehopefulquotes)

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Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"

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“perhaps I’m destined to only receive flowers once I’m six feet under”

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FANGS OF FORTUNE 大梦归离 dir.  Edward Guo, Luo Luo, Wei Nan, 2024.

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Some of us really need to be doing “Finish That Fanfic We Haven’t Updated in a Year November” 💀

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the best fanfic is the one the author had fun writing actually.

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La Grace - Seen through the Rhyolite rock arch in Scandola Nature Reserve, Corsica

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To Cast No Shadow - Chapter 19 - ElizabethPacifica - 苍兰诀 | Love Between Fairy and Devil (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

It was the smell of candles. Of warm wax mixing with the lightest scent of the first rain; clean and earthy. But there was no rain. Then the tinge of freshly extinguished wick, like fragments of shattered iron sprinkled in the air. 

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The sound of leaves being crunched under feet was unmistakable. 

Small recognizable steps, quick; a creature light but scurrying. They stopped a short distance away, behind the tall line of bamboo separating he and the memorial to the former god of War from whomever approached. 

They stopped, and another sound followed. Leaves along the ground caught up in a soft wind and the being took a shallow breath. 

She was, as he now memorized, bearing the distinguished green sash over her shoulder. Yet still without the gold emblem. Elegant fingers circled and provoked, clearing dead leaves from the ground, pulling away an overgrowth of vines and placing the lighted candles at the foot of a stone tablet. 

The former god of War’s simple memorial was not the only one in this secluded place.

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the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

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