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yingyangorly · 2 months

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New Turtle getting her thoughts out

I was looking for a bl recommendation and saw that The Untamed was everyone's favorite couple. Then I read that it’s censored and that nothing actually happened and was about to skip it but both lead actors were so attractive, I just had to give it a try. I loved the show. I waited till the end to look up the actors cause i was afraid their modern look would interfere with how i view them. They were just as cute irl. I watched the 9 minute video on the boat, saw their chemistry and knew I was gonna get hooked with my obsessive self. By going down that rabbit hole I found a whole separate love story that was somehow less censored than the one they were acting in.

I’m sure they weren’t expecting people to get so hooked on their own personal relationship and i bet it wasn’t easy seeing their every move dissected and fans projecting their own desires onto this pure thing that is THEIRS. But, they glow together and it’s hard not to look. It's a privilege to witness and I hope they understand this and forgive us. I could write a whole essay about this point. They radiated pure love, affection, admiration. With all the dark forces in the world, chemistry like theirs reminds you that good things can happen too. That there is true beauty too. Magic. I think they were also in awe of what they found. That type of connection isn’t something you come by everyday. I’ve experienced similar relationships before, it makes your life so much richer. Anyway, what makes me think it’s romantic?

I’ve never had that much energy for someone that I didn't have a crush on. Always trying to be near them, always teasing, flirting, staring. My friend worked with a married guy once who used to playfully hit her and told her “i hit you cause i can’t hug you”, kinda creepy i know, but watching them i could help think of that. The desire to be close. I could list all of my favorite moments but you guys already have. I actually like this one. Maybe I’m reading into it but Yibo seems legit angry and not his usual smiley self when he’s around gg. Look at him with that intense blank stare, and gg doesn’t know what to do with himself lol. Then they fight (i wish they camera would have stayed on their faces) and break the tension. This is the only time I’ve seen them like this. I remember watching that and thinking 1) oh they are close close if they’re fighting like this 2) this seems unprofessional get it together boys lol.

I try to be rational and tell myself that just because i can’t relate to that level of interest towards a friend, doesn’t mean that it’s not possible. Truth is, on some level i kinda hope for their sake that it’s not romantic. As much as I love romance, romantic love is fickle. Nothing is much stronger and meaningful than true friendship (I’m projecting here cause my bestie is my soulmate and my most meaningful deep relationship). Plus the idea of being a gay Chinese celebrity sounds like HELL. Just to imagine the levels of paranoia they would have to deal with. Someone hacking their phone, the government possibly listening in on their conversation. Jesus. That would put so much stress on a relationship. Plus, they are both so freaking busy. Anything is possible through and from the side they definitely looked in love.

Whatever they are, I hope they are still close. I feel like the more successful they get, the lonelier it can get. In my imagination it’s part of what connected them in the first place. They could allow themselves to shine brightly in front of each other cause the other person was just as beautiful, just as charismatic, just as bright, just as confident. There was no need to be humble or walk on tip toes around each other. They were so real with each other and that’s hard to find for anyone, especially celebrities who have to deal with things that most people can't relate to. I would imagine they know this and don’t take it for granted.

I love the end of Untamed cause i love an open end. We know enough. We know their characters, we know they love each other, we know they meet again and now we get to imagine what that would look like. Same with Yizhan. I love not knowing. I didn't enjoy the press & interviews as much, i didn't like seeing their bond capitalized. I'm so happy their relationship, whatever is it, is now only between them.

#yizhan #bjyx #wang yibo #xiao zhan #bjyxszd

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peterpumpkinhead · 2 months

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just recently saw a couple of tweets implying that the director of wang yibo's latest drama has confirmed that there is no romance plot in it.

couldn't find any source, any video, any article indicating that that's the case.

which is fine, I guess, as long as the story holds up and the acting is good, romance or not, a strong series is gripping regardless.

but what I found particularly disturbing was a few people celebrating the fact that there was no romance, insulting the actress and wang yibo's co-star and then proceeding to ship wang yibo's character with wang yang's character.

first of all - leave that woman alone, I don't even know what she's done or didn't do to get this heat, but what the hell?

but also - no particular issue with the shipping part in it of itself. shipping is a fan practice that is morally neutral (it just becomes problematic when the fan in question acts unreasonably) and queerness, even if just in subtext, is more than welcome in media, especially in such a conservative landscape as east asian media. I'm all for it!

what puzzles me is - do you crave a romantic plot or not? or is it something you're only comfortable with if it happens between the lines? but most importantly: is the love interest's gender the thing that makes or breaks a couple for the audience?

what is it that makes it so hard for some of the audience to watch women on screen? especially when a significant part of that same audience is comprised of women?

again - I understand not wanting women characters to be reduced to simple accessories and romantic plot devices with little to no personality. but is that *really* the case when it comes to this particular drama?

what is this about?

#wang yibo #yibo #war of faith #c-drama #golden journey #li qin #wei ruolai #shen jizhen #wang yang #shen tunan #iqiyi #shipping

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boysbeloving · 3 months

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OH HELL NO PAVEL IS A 97 LINER????? SERIOUSLY???? 1997? WHAT WAS IN THE AIR THAT YEAR OMFG

jungkook is 97 born, yibo is also 97, bible is ALSO 97 and now pavel too

#so he is ALSO 9 years younger.....GREAT #pit babe #pit babe the series #vroom vroom the series #jjk #wyb #bible wichapas #pavel naret

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poorlittleyaoyao · 8 months

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I think part of the threatening to summon lwj with jin king thing is partly like. wwx is HORRIBLE at reading people. like he’s charming. he draws people in. he’s extremely clever and brilliant. but I, personally, think he’s an idiot when it comes to reading people!

almost every wangxian interpretation I’ve ever seen has some iteration of ‘wwx can read lwj while lwj seems expressionless’ and I am always FLOORED how people got that from any of the media. the person who can read lwj is his brother! not wei at the time of my death the man who hated me and my demonic cultivation most was non other than hanguang jun wuxian. not wei lan zhan has a crush on mianmiam wuxian. not wei I couldn’t admit to myself I wanted to sleep with lwj until after I died and got resurrected and we’re all being held hostage wuxian.

fic writers out here are like ‘wwx understands lwj best!’ meanwhile xichen is over here on his fourth cup of ‘insert number of days’ since lwj has been irrational about the cultivation world’s number 1 criminal now that wen ruohan is dead’ coffee like

Am I a fucking joke to you

ANON YOU ARE CORRECT ON ALL POINTS IMO. The very first thing that made me go "ohhhh, I don't think I like this" reading the novel was when LWJ showed up and WWX was genuinely convinced that LWJ despised him and was going to kill him. Like. What? I totally get not realizing the depth or nature of his feelings! But no discernible emotional attachment on WWX's part? They're not even friends? This makes LWJ forcibly dragging WWX back to Cloud Recesses extremely sketchy. What am I even doing here?

And the thing is, I could see WWX's obliviousness being used effectively! LWJ is the one who invited him to Jinlintai for Jin Ling's ceremony, after all; from what I can tell, it's entirely reasonable for WWX in the novel to think LWJ lured him deliberately into the Qiongqi Pass ambush. WWX could've approached LWJ with a mixture of distrust and hostility on the grounds that LWJ tried to kill him in his past life (deceitfully via a gesture of friendship, no less!), and been utterly bewildered by LWJ's behavior towards him for that reason. His feelings for LWJ then change and grow because he's learning more about what the hell happened with the political plot.

Instead, we just get Wei Wuxian, The Jianghu's Most Tediously Oblivious Man, and his aloof love interest who exclusively shows affection while he is drunk or while WWX is incapacitated/unconscious/whatever and won't remember, and both of them replace Gay Chicken with communication.

I can see "WWX can read LWJ like a book" for the drama specifically. Wang Yibo does an excellent job of conveying interiority so something different is always going on underneath LWJ's stoic expressions. The "you must like Mianmian!" stuff in CQL always read to me as WWX teasing LWJ knowing full well there was no truth to it (though still not getting who LWJ did have a crush on). And since the two of them are good friends in that canon (with WWX's protestations that they are TOTALLY not friends, LWJ is so BORING!! coming off as tsundere behavior rather than his honest assessment of the situation), of course they'd understand each other!

BUT EVEN THEN. EVEN THEN! LXC can read him best. LXC can read him even when LWJ demonstrates his own tsundere behavior. LXC knows his didi better than anyone else and does everything he can for LWJ's happiness and safety, and in exchange he gets kicked to the curb at the lowest point in his life. Maybe the insistence that WWX is the only person who can understand him is so ppl don't have to think about that last part too much.

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preciousyizhan · 5 months

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when meteors collide

Wang Yibo is a reckless child, according to his mother. He is not just selfless - he is ultimately a rebel with no cause, the starter of riots and a runaway.

Although, in his own point of view, those were too many adjectives for a single person; Yibo was just the perfect embodiment of an empty cage, like a black hole stationed on Earth: ready to suck into its void anything that resisted him, and so transform them into dust and nothingness.

His worried mother searched restlessly for a retire for her beloved son, until she found paradise lost; the solid, everlasting church of the town. It's pastor was a well mannered, intelligent man; more than that, he had raised all by himself the most angelic boy someone was able to encounter.

Xiao Zhan was starlight, sweet and endearing, he would treat anyone like a sibling and donate love and dedication freely. People said he had the talent of healing; others, believed that in the night he would fly up to heaven and receive blessings from the Creator himself.

No one seemed to notice how Xiao Zhan was on fire.

Xiao Zhan's companionship was expected to be stimulating. Wang Yibo should welcome him respectfully.

Having the man knelt on the ground with the mouth on his dick could be anything but.

"What if my mom catches us like this" "You can tell her I'm praying for you, thanking for the blessing of your size and thickness"

Which had Xiao Zhan gaging onto, repeatedly. The guys was tireless, committed to his fucking beliefs.

"I believe in the well done job of a cock fucking me."

To stranger's eyes, Xiao Zhan was the picture of purity. Nothing but an unhinged mask of pretense.

"gege, why do you smoke?" "I'm getting myself used to the smoke in hell in advance."

For Wang Yibo, whatever was above them could not be bigger than Xiao Zhan; who had become his own sunshine - so scorching it made him want to live on naked, while having his skin kissed.

When meteors collided, they would let the fire take over.

#au #bxg #yizhan #xiao zhan #wang yibo #maybe i'll transform this in a real fanfic #+18 content

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itstheoneshot · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 24

BDSM / Rough Sex - Wang Yibo

!dom Yibo

You were a match made in heaven.

Or hell, maybe…

Depending on what you defined as a sin.

He was a sadist. You, a masochist.

Fulfilling each other's desires was so easy for you both. Whips, paddles, restraints, punishments and aftercare, you had and did it all.

“Doll,” Yibo growls at you, his grip on your hair is tight as he tilts your head back to give him access to your neck, “I think you need a punishment today.”

You get chills at the threat, already feeling heat rush to your core. You had been especially painful today, making every errand that you ran together almost impossible. You couldn’t quite articulate what had you in such a mood, but god, every move you made only upset your boyfriend further.

“Punish me,” You dare him, “I deserve it.”

Yibo doesn’t need to be asked twice, dragging you to the kitchen counter and easily bending you over it. You whimper as you feel him hitch your skirt up over your hips, exposing your ass to him, clearly visible as all you have on underneath is a thong.

“Like this?” He asks before bringing his hand down with a sickening crack.

You reflexively move forward, your hipbone hitting the marble counter with force enough to bruise. You feel yourself arouse so quickly, and spread your legs in an indication for more.

“Please, ge,” You beg him, “More, make me sorry.”

Yibo spanks your ass again, three times for good measure before he presses his hand to your core. Your panties stick to you with your wetness, and Yibo groans as he feels it for himself.

“You’re so fucking dirty,” He comments, lifting his hand to spank you directly on your cunt, “This isn’t a real punishment for you, is it?”

You wiggle your ass for him, shockwaves tearing through you from the most recent spank. It is true, the harder that he goes, the more that it turns you on, it really is a mission to make you feel bad.

“I am,” You agree with him, “But you like me like this, don’t you?”

His fingers hook under the elastic of your thong, and he tears them down your legs. He drops to his knees, at the perfect height to inspect your dripping wet pussy in front of him. You spread your legs a little further, standing up on your toes to give him a better view, and he leans in to breathe hot and heavy on you, his tongue darting out of his mouth just enough to taste you.

“My perfect slut,” He murmurs, licking the wetness that drips from you before he stands up, “You drive me fucking crazy.”

You glance back at him over your shoulder, a devilish grin on his face, and you are sure that yours looks just as evil. Yibo allows you to straighten up and turn around to face him, and your hands race to unbutton his jeans and roll them down his perfect legs.

“Harder,” You say, “I want you to fuck me, ge. But I want toys, I want to be screaming for you.”

You aren’t often so forward, but maybe the adrenaline from the harsh spanking that you just received was enough to get your brain working along with your body.

“I can do that,” Yibo nods, taking your hand to lead you from the kitchen and down the hall to your… playroom, “You know that I can do that.”

The room is immaculate, it is the neatest in the house. The bed in the centre is freshly made and inviting, and the walls are lined with every sex toy and device imaginable. It would be almost impossible to pick a toy, but you don’t have to worry, as of course Yibo will be the one doing the deciding. You have asked enough already, your quota of requests is all out.

“How does this look?” He asks, holding up your favourite paddle. It is black, with a heart shaped hole in it, and you love the way that it bruises you.

You smile at him, not saying a word as he guides you over to the bed. You obediently bend over his lap, ready to take another spank, and you are surprised and in shock when he stops at only one, though this is so much harder than his hands were, and the cry that leaves your lips is pitiful.

“I have another idea,” He murmurs, leading you to lay down on the bed as he stands up, “I think I need you to shut up tonight.”

You stifle a laugh, not wanting to make this worse for yourself. Your eyes widen as a moment later you see what he was meaning, as he picks up a ball gag from one of the shelves and brings it back to where you lie.

“Good girl,” He praises you as you lift your head for him to buckle it into place, “Now I don’t have to hear you anymore.”

You try to protest, of course to no avail, and instead you submit wholly to him. You watch as he strips his clothes from his body, and he returns to his position between your thighs. You want to talk to him, but you know that there is no escape now. He is going to take from you, and you are going to love it.

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Kinktober Masterlist!

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lily-blue · 1 year

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Secrets written in crimson ink

☆ characters: best friend (red)!yibo & protester (gray)!you & vigilante (red)!xiao zhan ☆ genre: dystopian au inspired by this story ☆ warnings: blood, violence and death ☆ request: 77. from this prompt list ☆ summary: when you get separated from that one person you actually care about, it doesn’t matter how dangerous it is to be associated with people who don’t fit into any categories of your society; especially because you have already crossed that bridge when you befriended Yibo ☆ words: 2,4k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town ♥ ☆ taglist: @soobin-chois

There had been a time when you had felt indifferent about the gray tattoo on the back of your hand. However, you had grown to hate it like most people did as you had slowly learned what the color really meant for your future.

The Korean society you had born into was divided into two segments based on social class: there was the top ten percent of people who had enough money to feed cities for years if they ever pleased - although, they never did -, people with a golden mark on their skin; then, there were the rest who struggled to provide for their own family, people like you who had gray lines tattooed on their skin since they had been born. As a child, you hadn’t understood the concept of money and the importance of connections, but as you had grown older, you had slowly realized that certain individuals - regardless of how smart, pretty or talented they were - weren’t worthy of education, well-paying jobs, or any Golden’s time for that matter.

You had become a protester when the university you had applied to had rejected you for the fourth time while people with less talent had gotten the green light right in front of your eyes for no sane reason other than the tattoo on the back of their hand. You hated them for taking away what should have been rightfully yours. You hated that you had to serve spoiled brats for barely any money while they could spend hundreds of thousands of won a night at the bar you worked at. You hated everything and everyone.

Except for your skinny cat, Boram, and your only friend, Wang Yibo.

Admittedly, you had never really cared about those people who were suffering like you. But you were drawn to the cause, you craved positive change, so if one more protester could add to the strength of those groups that openly rebelled, you wanted to be there. You would have rather gotten yourself killed than lived a sad and miserable life in poverty like your parents had done before they died.

As a woman, you were expected to be pretty and obedient all the time, even when you were from a poor household, therefore you had to put on loose clothes, a hoodie, and a mask that hid two thirds of your face when you joined the mass who protested against the new tax law that favored the Goldens. Screaming from the top of your lungs with a banner in your hands, you encouraged your best friend to be a bit less stiff and a lot louder, teasing him for his bored, lowkey sour facial expression between your demands until…

Until someone shot a gun and the governor’s body fell on the ground, hence all hell broke loose right in front of your eyes.

You reached out for Yibo desperately, but the two of you barely reached the main street, three guards caught up to you and two of them dragged him away while the third one pushed you on the ground and hit you with the buttstock of his gun. Groaning from pain, all you could think about was your pacifist best friend who would have been at home if only you had sat this protest out like he had asked you to; your tears mixed with your blood and your saliva as you crawled in the direction he had disappeared to.

You survived that day because of a masked person who dragged you to an alley, then left you once they made sure your head injury wasn’t fatal. You stayed there, scared but restless until the neighborhood quieted down and you stopped panicking because of made up scenarios.

You used a part of your worn clothes as bandage, then wandered around the streets for hours to find someone, anyone who could have helped you get your best friend back. But everyone was either hiding or pretended to be clueless; they avoided your eyes like you were bad news. Maybe, you were.

What good knowing you did to Yibo after all? The answer, unsaid albeit obvious, left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Those who were willing to give you a chance and actually listened to your pleas all told you the same: your friend was lucky if he had already died. You should have prayed he was dead.

You weren’t ready to let go of the man’s arm who was the nth person that night who refused to entertain your delusions about saving your friend. Pale fingers holding onto the textile with tooth and nail, you clung to him until he pushed you by your shoulder and you fell on your ass. You hissed, but quickly got back on your feet and launched at him just to be pulled back by a firm grip on your wrist.

You looked down at the unfamiliar, gloved hand, then raised your head and stared at the man who deliberately made the SKZ member slip through your fingers.

‘Do you have any idea how hard it was to find one of those guys? Do you?’ You screamed at him, angry, before you pulled your arm out of his hand and turned towards him with your entire body.

You had no idea why this person let you swore at him for long minutes out of frustration. You were even more confused when he told you he would bring your friend back to you if you promised to not be in the way. There were dozens of questions in your head by the time you lost your staring contest on purpose and asked him to save Yibo.

A rational part of you knew you shouldn’t have followed a masked stranger to his hideout or what not on your own, but guilt was eating up your sanity second by second, so you didn’t care. You stayed in the underground building he took you to, and stayed up all night while you were waiting for him to come back. Time passed differently without natural light.

You made the stranger’s bed twice while you were alone with your thoughts. You broke down four or five times while you walked from one room to another, rearranging broken cups and plates just to do something. Then, when the front door finally opened with a loud thud, you let out a soundless shriek, horrified because of the amount of blood you saw not only on Yibo, but the stranger as well.

‘The first-aid kit’s in the bathroom. Quickly!’ The stranger, whose name you had never even asked, groaned out in a strained voice, pulling you out of your mind and urging you to finally be more useful.

By the time you got back from the bathroom, your best friend was lying on his back and the man who had saved him hovered over the wound on his side. You gulped back the acid bile in your throat, then sat on the edge of the bed to disinfect and dress his injuries.

Yibo stayed unconscious for two days that you either spent by his side or with your savior, trying to break down his walls and get to know him just a little better because of the glimpse you had caught at the tattoo on the back of his hand when you had tended to his wounds, too. Your mind was filled with questions: where was he from; what was his real reason for saving your friend; did he know that just like in his case, Yibo’s tattoo wasn’t gold nor was it gray; how did he find him so fast; how did he get him out of wherever they had locked him up?

In the end, you only got two answers, but you cherished them both.

His name was Xiao Zhan and he had come to Korea a year ago from China.

‘Where are we?’ You heard Yibo’s raspy voice on the second night. You were sipping on the lukewarm veggie soup you had made for dinner when you snapped your head in his direction and put the chipped bowl on the floor with the speed of lightning.

You crawled next to his bed and took his hand in yours, fighting back your tears of relief.

‘Somewhere safe,’ you whispered, fondling his soft skin with your thumb while you leaned close enough to bring his hand up to your cheek. You leaned into the touch, unable to take your eyes off his face when he made a poor attempt at sitting up. ‘Hey, easy! I promise, they can’t find us here,’ you said, this time, a little firmer.

Yibo narrowed his eyes with skepticism, but let you be when you reached for your bowl and fed him the rest of your dinner. You had prepared enough for three that night, too, but you didn’t want to leave his side just to grab another portion from the kitchen.

You weren’t too fond of the silence that embraced you two, but you liked the fact that he was eating, so you settled for it. You kept your eyes on his face the whole time and tried to soothe both of your nerves with your softest smiles. However, the small, unconscious twitches in the corner of his mouth were reminders of the wounds his ragged clothes were hiding. And you wanted… you needed to know what had happened to him that no one seemed to be willing to tell you. These lingering secrets made you antsy.

‘What did they do to you?’ You asked when the monotone sound of the metal spoon clinking to porcelain started to get too loud.

Yibo didn’t answer.

‘How did he…’ save you was what you couldn’t utter because of your friend’s fierce gaze that made you choke on your own saliva. You had to gulp even before his cold words bit into your flesh.

‘Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,’ he hissed, a clear sign that he considered the discussion unworthy of his energy. He did this often, but usually when it was about small, insignificant matters. It was new: his determination to keep something so big from you when you two had grown close after you had figured out his family’s biggest secret by chance.

‘Who says I don’t?’ You retorted with a pout, resisting the urge to link your arms in front of your chest because the half-empty bowl was still in your hand.

‘Believe me, you don’t,’ Yibo asserted, although his gaze softened a little the moment his eyes met and he noticed the worry in your chocolate brown orbs. He sighed and urged you to lift another spoonful of soup in front of his mouth. ‘How do you know him?’ He asked after a bigger gulp, pointing towards the doorless frame with his head.

‘I don’t, not really,’ you admitted, trying not to see too much into the palpable tension that followed your statement. So what if you hadn’t known him? He had saved Yibo and treated you well despite those walls that clearly guarded his soul. You believed it when you said you were safe at his underground hideout.

You were chewing on your cheeks from the inside, poking the wet flesh repeatedly with your tongue while you were trying to come up with a good reason why you had put your life in a stranger’s hands when you should have gone home as soon as the guards had disappeared from the scene - a reason more rational and acceptable than how you didn’t want to picture your life without Yibo -, but the longer your thoughts wandered, the harder it got to not think about the moment you had seen him being dragged away.

‘I’m sorry,’ you mumbled while you put the empty bowl on the ground with your slightly shaking hands. ‘It was my fault. I should have listened to you when you…’

‘You should have, but you don’t have to feel sorry. You aren’t responsible for my decisions,’ your friend cut you off, reaching out to your chin to lift it up gently and make you look him in the eyes. He shot a lopsided smile at you, then wiped off that stray tear drop that ran down your cheek.

Someone cleared his throat behind your back.

‘Change his boundages and pack your stuff, petal. We leave in an hour,’ Xiao Zhan stated, his words confusing you immediately. You knitted your brows as you pulled away from Yibo and looked at the man from above your shoulder.

‘You said we’ll go separate ways once he’s awake,’ you reminded him of your conversation from before he had left to save him.

You were so lost in your memories, trying to find that one moment that could have changed the man’s mind that you didn’t notice those glances the two of them exchanged soundlessly. Xiao Zhan did, however, gain your attention when he scoffed and shrugged.

‘Things have changed. You have one hour to get him ready,’ he claimed, turning his back on you two and leaving the room before you could have asked at least one from your million questions.

Admittedly, you didn’t know what he was talking about, but you assumed, since you couldn’t remember telling him anything that could have changed his mind, it had something to do with what neither of the boys told you about Yibo’s escape. You weren’t oblivious. Xiao Zhan had the same, red tattoo on the back of his hand that your best friend had. That could have easily been another potential reason behind his sudden change at heart.

You took a deep breath and prepared yourself for the unknown. They were both hard to crack, but you doubted Yibo would have put you in danger on purpose if their secrets could have cost your life. And you knew, the further you got from the capital, the better it was for your best friend, so you should have concentrated on that first.

Therefore, you cleaned the boy’s bandages, fixed his clothes and fed him with some of Xiao Zhan’s organic painkillers. You made sure Yibo’s backpack was lighter than yours and that he was ready by the time you needed to leave since despite his cold glances, he didn’t protest when the man said he would lead the way.

Of course, you were dying to know where you were heading. You were also curious whether Yibo knew your savior or he gave him the silent treatment because he was hurting. Yet, your questions needed to wait, because the moment you left the hideout in your hoodie and mask, your survival depended on your obedience. You couldn’t annoy them for those answers until you left the city. There were too many guards out there, looking for shady people they could punish for everything unfortunate that had ever happened to the Goldens.

the end.

#wang yibo x reader #wang yibo x you #wang yibo scenarios #wang yibo #uniq scenarios #yibo x you #yibo x reader #xiao zhan #xiao zhan x you #xiao zhan x reader #dystopian au #ssbyme

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accio-victuuri · 1 year

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i haven’t even watched hidden blade. now i see a photo from a deleted scene ( apparently ). i want it all. the behind the scenes stuff, interviews and photos. everything. i hope the movie’s weibo give us that or whatever i just need ye mi in this fit. in HD.

#wang yibo #hidden blade #hidden blade movie #he looks so good what the hell

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bjyxobsessed · 3 months

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It’s one thing for CP fans to deal with homophobic idiots online… It’s another when it’s effecting them and making it EVEN HARDER to see each other 😢 This is the world they live in (that too many people have to live in)… And it’s sad to be reminded of that.

Sure, it was nice to have a giggle over Yibo being in Hengdian (where XZ was) over the holiday… But it seems to me that the guy who posted about it was more interested in getting attention from other fans than in doing what decent CP fans make a priority: protecting them.

We are continually reminded that a minority voice filled with vitriol and hate can be louder and more dangerous than those of love and hope. As much as we are always so desperate for any little hint of them being together, I really hope this was a reminder to our fellow turtles in China to be more careful… To keep the juiciest pieces of candy off main and in the group chats.

Because there would be nothing worse to me than a situation where they are forced out of the closet and all hell rains down 🥺 (Somebody that hates me but is a very good writer wrote a really good, devastatingly sad fic about a similar situation. When things like this happen and solos lash out, I always think about this fic and how potentially possible it is 😢)

It’s hard. It’s hard to watch the homophobia. And I don’t know what the answer is given the limitations of China. But I have seen progress made in the 4 years I’ve been in this fandom - in online interactions, in Chinese dramas, on social media. Change is slow - acceptance is slower. But I truly think XZ and WYB are changing hearts. And turtles are a big part of that. I just hope we can all be careful and keep them safe in the process.

#yizhan #bjyxszd #cpn #bjyx #I hate it when the toxic solos get crazy and lash out #imagine how hard these people make life for their neighbors and coworkers when they view same sex relationships like this #I just wish the world could be a kind place 😭

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kukuandkookie · 3 months

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Man I should’ve gone to sleep ages ago or at least enjoyed myself by reading more danmei or manhua before I do so but…

I ran across a tweet asking if there’s any Chinese actors who can compare visually to a specific Korean actor and it did kind of strike a nerve with me.

But that wasn’t even that big of a deal. Some people like Korean actors and some people like Chinese actors. You can share some pretty Chinese actors and see what others say, whatever.

Ignoring the political tensions OP may have been stoking—as in, I’m of Chinese descent and I always hate seeing any Korea vs China posts crop up; besides being more popular than China anyway, I just have bad experiences in the past with nationalists spiralling this kind of thing out of control and making me sad to realize that quite a number of Korean people actually really hate/look down on China. So ignoring all that, who cares, right?

Except I found some care being piqued when I saw a qrt pretty rudely claiming Chinese actors are so weak they can’t lift their female partners and that they also can’t sing or act—and if OP could have, I’m sure they’d claim they can’t dance either.

Like hello??? We’re really pretending a country of 1.7 billion people isn’t going to have some skilled or strong people in acting??? Hell, some of these so-called “can’t sing/act” Chinese actors have actually found success in Korea for doing the thing that person thinks they can’t (eg Wang Yibo, literally). So is this apparent Korean entertainment fan just going to ignore that fact about the Korean entertainment industry???

Even all of that is technically whatever, but what rubbed me the wrong way was that they sounded so petty and weird about it too???? It’s one thing to say, “I don’t think Chinese actors are that impressive because they’re not very strong or skilled at their craft”—that’s still a bizarre claim to make even as an opinion (because it’s written as a broad, generalizing, sweeping statement instead), but it nevertheless sounds a lot less asshole-ish than whatever the hell their actual tweet is:

So this time I was petty and ended up responding ffjhskdjs.

Idk if they’re going to start arguing with me but hey at least it led me to find some cute clips of actors carrying actresses:

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I also found some fun facts about actors; some of which I knew, and some of which I didn’t: Song Weilong knows martial arts, Luo Yunxi knows ballet, Li Xian dives, Wallace Chung plays sports (volleyball, tennis, baseball), Huang Jingyu does Brazilian jiu jitsu…

Like those are all skills that just so happen to require strength.

And even skinny people can be strong (Luo Yunxi can be easily labelled thin, but he’s not without muscle. Like ballet isn’t an easy sport at all).

Then we have the opposite side of the spectrum with the fact that China has a whole martial arts movie industry. Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, Donnie Yen… Whether you think their strength is practical or not, martial arts still takes a form of strength.

Plus you know how Asia is about “men needing to be manly.” Even with the flower boy trend in both China and Korea, there’s still an emphasis on some traditional gender roles, and quite a number of Chinese men do work out.

There’s just so many different forms of strength.

My younger brother works out and he can physically pick me up (he actually did it today to force me to get out of bed lol), but he’s often lamented being skinny, so the muscle doesn’t show—or take form—as easily. In fact, both my brothers are their own forms of gym bros so I know a bit about physical strength, and there’s obviously the fact there are many different kinds of strength.

A man who works out regularly and has visible muscles can likely pick up a woman, but that doesn’t mean he’ll necessarily be great in a fight or at a certain sport (eg my brother is good at working out, can lift heavy things to be fixed or carried, is technically alright at basketball, but cannot really do long-distance running).

My older brother then looks bigger than my younger brother but he can’t easily beat him in an arm wrestling match. My dad isn’t that muscular but he can also hold his own in an arm wrestling match against my brothers.

It’s almost as if different bodies and different types of strength exist! The exact same way that beauty is in the eye of the beholder!!

Back to the flower boys thing—with there being a trend in China where people prefer more “delicate” men (remember when Simu Liu got cast as Shang-Chi and a number of articles came out about some Chinese netizens not finding him all that attractive?), then of course Chinese actors may not be as bulked out as some western ones. But that’s also whatever—it’s a cultural difference.

As I already described, there are Chinese actors with muscles, or who work out, or who are strong in other/not immediately obvious ways, or who can carry actresses…

But whether they can or can’t, including whether they’re muscular or thin, I don’t think it matters. In fact, if anything, I’m glad that despite the government’s efforts to “ban” flower men, the blur between masculine and feminine—at least when we follow the western standards—still exists in China.

And I emphasize that even more since China and Korea can buy into beliefs about gender that imo are too traditional. So I am glad that even if Chinese men are “smaller” than Korean men—or at least the actors are (in that person’s eyes), they’re defying gender expectations somewhat. Especially what with Korea fervently continuously getting the spotlight for misogyny in the workplace or by fans/incels (eg recently with Arknights’ more independent Korean division despite Arknights coming across as rather feminist, the whole ordeal with Furina’s designer, the whole 🤏 controversy, actual sexual scandal cases…).

And well oops that went into another tangent.

Technically it’s not that serious, but it is also a slippery slope. And anyway, the tweet in general was just baffling enough it made me want to respond lol.

#kuku rants #usually when I get into ‘fights’ it’s on YouTube lol #Twitter is annoying as all hell for ‘fighting’#for a long list of reasons #but when it comes to sinophobia #Twitter’s not any less rampant than YouTube lol #and admittedly while I do usually ignore it now #and I’ve gotten good at curating my space #sometimes I find something that makes me go so 🤨 I feel the need to respond #Youtube

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aitchnkay · 8 months

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Jiang Gunian Made A Change Part 18

Character archetypes exist for a reason, Xia KeXin mused, watching Jiang YanLi almost scurrying from the Jin section of the camp to stop to talk with Lan WangJi and then hurry off to the Nie camp. Maybe Miss MXTX read Pride and Prejudice, and maybe she didn't. Either way, everyone knows that the Miss Elizabeth Bennett archetype marries the Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy archetype. And Miss Jane Bennett marries Mr. Charles Bingley. Miss YanLi is obviously more of a Jane Bennett so why did she marry a Darcy figure? Xia KeXin looked down the street to where Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi were packing. MXTX got that pairing right. Wei Ying is such an Elizabeth Bennett to Lan Zhan's Darcy. Colin Firth is the sexiest Mr. Darcy on screen; I'll allow this Lan Zhan or his actor Wang YiBo would give him a run for his money in the wet shirt contest. Why did I have to transmigrate into a forty-seven year old fortune teller instead of into one of their bodies? She looked down at her wrinkled skin on her hands and sighed. I'm not even that old. Back home women in their forties were still getting their groove on. Here? Everything hurts when I wake up. Or try sitting on the mats. Thank God for that carpenter! She had found one of the Wen civilians was a carpenter and commissioned him to make her a rocking chair. It had been a grueling process, as he'd never tried to make the curved runners, and she had no idea how to draw a rocking chair to scale, but the end product was well worth it. Several other women had openly eyed the rocker, thinking how useful it would be to be able to sit comfortably while nursing babies or trying to put them to sleep. Or for just taking an afternoon rest.

But back to Jiang YanLi. Obviously Jane Bennett marries Mr. Bingley. Wealthy, kind to everyone, the part where Mr. Bennett says they'll outspend their income is optional, I suppose. As are his annoying sisters and bland brother-in-law. Jin ZiXuan is wealthy, so.... She frowned at her crochet project. Wealthy, yes. But too damn proud to be Bingley. And definitely not kind enough. He's definitely a Darcy 2.0 more than a Bingley. Yeah, so he ends up completely besotted with YanLi. Big whoop. She deserves someone who doesn't need to be smacked in the proverbial face before he realizes what kind of woman she is. So... wealthy and kind? The only one here that fits that bill is... Lan XiChen? Xia KeXin rocked a bit faster, thinking of how the handsome sect leader looked standing next to Jiang YanLi. They do look good together, don't they.... YanLi looks good in that pale lavender she perfers, so I'm guessing that she'll look good in those pastel blues XiChen wears, too. She can even mix and match, probably... White under robes with lavender as her next layer and her outer layers blue.... Or purple, white, blue? That would probably look best? Or... what's that... ombrage? No. What's it called? Xia KeXin internally rolled her eyes at failing to remember the word. It's right on the fucking tip of my tongue! Ombrange? Katie did it to her hair right before we went on vacation, too. In almost the same colors as I'm trying to see for YanLi. Shit! Blue on top fading into purple at the bottom. Not ombrage! She looked up at the sky and mentally screamed at herself. "Got my tongue stuck between my eyeteeth, so I can't see what I'm saying," she spoke out loud in English.

"Did you say something?" a woman passing by asked.

"Just talking to myself," Xia KeXin smiled. Ombre! That's the word. Or Ballyage. I am such a dumb idiot sometimes. Ombrage. What the Hell, Summer? Don't you dare lose your English. It's all I have to remind myself who I was.

She picked up her crochet project and continued the row, thinking about how to get Jane and Bingley together. It just made more sense than Jane and Darcy 2.0.

#wangxian #the untamed #chen qing ling #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #cql #jiang yanli #wei ying #lan zhan #wei wuxian #lan wangji

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dangermousie · 2 years

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Not that I particularly care about Zhang Han potentially getting canceled - he’s not an actor I am fond of and except for Liu Guang Yin, he doesn’t have any upcoming stuff I am even mildly interested in, but how can someone get canceled for problematic stuff that is filmed/acted in a drama?!? One approved by censors to air on TV no less?!

Like apparently a drama he’s starring in and written the script for has groping and god knows what else and portrayed for laughs/as OK but shouldn’t all questions be directed to censors? Getting canceled for groping in RL is one thing, getting canceled for having groping as Hahha boys will be boys in a drama is…a whole new level.

PS and now apparently Wang Yibo’s agency is reporting people to the cops for spreading rumors that he’s involved in sex work (not sure if providing or soliciting since I didn’t feel like reading more; mud baths are best done in real life not through internet consumption.) What the hell is going on? That’s right after that one idol getting wrecked for dating and LYF being canceled for soliciting.

Even by c-ent standards this is all extra crazy. This is like c-ent version of 1937 purges of Politburo 😝 I mean I guess it will distract people from whatever, but at this tempo eventually you will run out of people whose scandals can distract and then what…Pace yourself, people!

PS c-ent real stuff is more entertaining and crazy than a lot of dramas actually 😂

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cybernaght · 9 months

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One and Only: a review of sorts

I bet you did not expect the actual topic of this blog to resurface, and yet, here we go.

The previous time I went to a cinema to watch one of those Chinese films was actually completely by accident. I had a long break/cancellation situation at work which meant a three-hour break with a cinema around the corner. I ducked into said cinema and found out that a screening of Born to Fly has just stared, so… what’s a girl to do. I then didn’t write anything about it because I didn’t have much to say about it.

This one, however, was planned.

One and Only/热烈 is a story of a working class boy with a passion for dance (Wang Yibo - obviously) being roped into being an understudy for a cocky obnoxious star of a dance team by that team’s coach (Huang Bo - obviously), learning a thing or two about himself, finding friendship and hoping to one day complete in the Nationals.

As the film is in cinemas, I cannot provide visuals, so, instead, I’m gonna populate this with some of my many gifs from Street Dance of China season 3-5.

Plot-wise, it’s not really unpredictable in any way. The highs and the lows are placed roughly where you would expect them to be, all the lulls are appropriately proportioned for character development, and the final-act dance competition is as exhilarating as one might hope.

And yet… this one has a heart, it really does, and the writing really does a lot to elevate a cookie-cutter premise. The characters have a hell of a lot of inner life, including whole sets of circumstances that are merely implied - a real joy to see in any movie, I love the effect this has on the feeling of the characters’ realness. There are also fantastic decisions made pacing-wise in the final two acts, with one specific time-skip which I found very exciting indeed.

Themes of mutual respect and cooperation are not by all mean new to this kind of a movie, but I really appreciated how well developed they are, being set up in the opening scenes, and paying off in the eleventh hour; and it was lovely to see those themes explored organically. Again, writing elevates the premise here, too.

Wang Yibo’s acting keeps improving in a way which is pretty damn impressive. He seems to be a very hard-working young man, and that hard work seemingly pays off, too. Good for him. There are a few idiosyncrasies that are still very “his” (I swear I have never seen him have any screen chemistry with any woman ever), but there were also moments that read as character, and that read as truth. Honestly, he’s all grown up now, it’s very sweet to watch.

And if you are here through Street Dance of China route, whoooo boy do I have good news for you.

Ye Yin is here

Jr. Taco is here

B-Boy George is here — with plot! (Is this a spoiler? It might be. It might not be.)

Rochka is here, with the signature ankle spin

So are Klash and MT Pop, by the way.

Liao Bo is here AND he! is! actually! dancing!

Kevin is in it, although he is not, in fact, dancing

I am certain this list is not comprehensive. Suffice it to say, there is enough on the screen to make a Street Dance of China fan very happy.

(The only real crime was that Chick was not in it. Because he absolutely should have been.)

Speaking of dance — I really want to know who choreographed this, because some of the routines were fantastic. I only wish that we could see them uncut - but of course this is a movie, and it is edited as one. Besides, you have to have cuts to be able to cut-in Wang Yibo’s dance double*, the true unsung hero of this cinematographic show.

(*last year the boy could do like, one freeze. He is a fast learner so I am ready to believe that he can be pretty good, but he is definitely not “halo five times in a row” good.)

All in all, if you are feeling sad that SDC 6 seems to be nowhere in sight at the moment, and One and Only is in cinemas near you, this comes with a cybernaght stamp of approval.

Go see your favorites doing the thing that they do - and doing it well.

You made a promise. Please hurry up. It's late August already, and you've not even announced the captains yet.

#street dance of china #SDC #wang yibo #one and only #这！就是街舞 #review of sorts #now with gifs

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