I started White Cat Legend with low expectations and unfortunately it did not exceed those expectations in the end. I did finish it though, so it wasn't that bad, just nothing to write home about.
If there's one thing that guzhuang dramas do well, it's usually the angsty childhood friends turned enemies because of some misunderstanding trope. I will give props to the Li Bing/Qiu Qingzhi plot line. It was angsty, touching, and kept me guessing. I just wish it got more screentime.
Ouch. I felt for Li Bing here. He's too far away to see Qiu Qingzhi's face, otherwise he would know QQZ was shook up. 😢
When LB addressed QQZ as General Qiu, that was cold. QQZ was about to cry knowing LB was misunderstanding him so badly. You could see the pain in his face. He wanted to explain everything, but he knew he couldn't in order to protect LB.
Even after LB told him they aren't friends, QQZ didn't hesitate to save LB because QQZ still cherishes their friendship. I was a a bit pissed we didn't get to see LB visit QQZ while he was recovering. The man saved his life! It's the least he could do. 😑
Nooo! Poor QQZ. They just had to go the tragic route with this trope didn't they?
QQZ is about to die and all he wants to know is if they're still besties. 😭😭😭 QQZ was always looking out for LB. 😭 I would have translated this as "Of course. Of course we are." I think sure sounds a bit flippant for the situation. 😅
The fucking montage of their happy times together. 😭 They just have to break out hearts.
LB missing QQZ hours. This series is a comedy for the most part, but damn they really hurt me with the LB/QQZ story line.
The next scene I have to write in Holding Me Holding You is where he decides to keep A-Fu--YOU KNOW, THE WHOLE INITIAL POINT OF THIS FIC. Alright alright alright, let's do this 🙏🙌
Thank you guys for the lovely words of support on my last post. 💗 It truly means a lot. I've had time to rest, think over a few things and find my footing again. Now I'm ready to continue where I left off! 🤗
(P.S.- Those of you who have reached out during my absence are absolute sweethearts, and I love you. 🙏)
I hate the commercialization of Christmas centered around present giving, that I am socially forced to buy things for both people I love and people I want to choke on a starburst. I hate the forced, fake cheer around as people pretend they’re being good and charitable by buying overly priced junk just to tick off a box on their to do list. I hate that most of the time, people are too stressed by having to buy so many people gifts that often they just buy whatever just to have something to wrap which the receiver doesn’t even want resulting in a circle jerk of stress for everyone involved with no net gain.
i've been turning more and more inward about how i'm enjoying harry and how i'm processing the end of tour, but it feels good, for now at least. i celebrated seeing him live so thoroughly that my last time seeing him felt like the end of tour in some way. i don't want to feel like i'm missing out when i'm out with friends, like i will be during his last show, bc in a world without streams i also wouldn't see that show. i've basically been training myself to slow down and appreciate (old) content more, and bask in a show and its content for longer. or be at peace not seeing content from a particular show. bc sometimes i feel nervous about missing something, or i feel myself having fomo for a thing i could not possibly be at. and most especially, i am not missing out, bc i had so many glorious opportunities to see the tour. i'm literally having a diary moment here just analysing my behavior and my feelings about being on tumblr and in the fandom during tour bc it's been a lot but i've loved all of it. i'm so fucking happy (and relieved) i can find ways to enjoy it all in my own pace. this space has changed a lot in the last few years but the way their content hits me personally hasn't changed, unless i let it all overwhelm me and i lose sight of what really matters to me about following them. i think it'll feel great to have a break from harry on tour, and let all of it hit me. to revisit little things that happened. to go through my own photos and videos. to go back to his mvs and dive a little deeper into them, at last. maybe i'm just a little overstimulated and ready for harry to stop bombarding me with content fshdf but the way his music makes me feel and the way his goofy face makes me smile and the way his creativity and presence inspire me every day will clearly always remain, after staying strong through all of this, after all these years. thank you, dear diary, for listening. harry styles forever
i wanted to write tonight but then i got bullied into finally reading p.jo for the first time by patrick now that the show comes out in like 2 days so i'll guess i'll be doing that tonight instead maybe i see you guys later maybe i won't we'll see
I'm not simping solely for fictional characters anymore-
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I hate this, it's weird, I wanna say something to them or at least one of my other irl friends but I'm too scared that 1: they'll judge me and 2: they'll TELL HIM. Dear god I do not need that-
BUT IT WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE (aka it's been on my mind for a few hours too long)
Yesterday, pool party with friends, right?
I knew that he did some workout stuff but I still was NOT prepared- (me, who was fully expecting him to wear some form of his normal outfit but for the pool- noooooope! Shirtless- very unprepared)
And listen, I knew I at least sort of like-liked him before cuz you know, personality and all that stuff, but come onnnn- like- what do I do now??
And then they were playing chicken fights in the pool or whatever the game is called, and after that they were standing on each other's shoulders and pretending to walk on water (We all had just endured a bible unit in our English classes)
He had offered for ME to stand on HIS shoulders- and for that to happen, you know, they gotta swim under, right? Well, we both have the dirtiest of minds (I also just have shitty balance so I was not about to try that anyways. That was the main reason on my mind but I thought of the other stuff after).
I don't even know if I have blushed since elementary school, but if I did then, then thank god for the sun because sunburnsssss
And then he couldn't find his shirt after we had all gotten out, and one of my other friends said that he didn't need the shirt (jokingly) and dear god I wanted to agree (verbally) but I'm too worried about my whole bullshit being too obvious if I did, so I just had to stay quiet. (He ended up not finding it and just having to leave cuz his parents were there)
But that- that day- just... that. It's not. Leaving. My. Mind. Alone.