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imagine you're 16 years old and you have a huge crush on this celebrity that you use as a coping mechanism to get through high school and your shitty home life. then your celebrity crush openly protests against the corrupt government which causes him to get canceled on Twitter and his old boy band kicks him out and his parents get assassinated. then one day you go to the bar and he's there getting blackout drunk and starting fights with people so you follow him around to make sure he doesn't die but then he almost gets hit by a bus so you push him out of the way and get hit by the bus instead. when you wake up in the hospital no one knows where he is but you miraculously have a full scholarship to law school. 30 years pass and you become very successful lawyer. you get a case representing a garbage man who uncovered key evidence in an unsolved murder from 30 years ago. you go to meet with your new client for the first time. it's your old celebrity crush.

that's what happened to hua cheng

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They don't know I can see them.

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The truth of the matter was, whether a person did good or committed evil was rarely ever a feature of their inherent nature. Each person was like a plot of farmland: some were lucky, and their fields were sowed with grain which, come autumn, would bear an abundant harvest, paddies awash with the gentle fragrance of rice, fields of wheat rolling in the wind like waves. Looking out on the land, one would find it to be good and praiseworthy. But others were not so lucky. Their fields were planted with poppy seeds, and the spring breeze brought only the miasma of intoxicated sin and euphoric decadence, filling the skies and blanketing the land with that vile, bloody red and gold. The people abhorred it, cursed it, and feared it even as they indulged in its blissful stupor, rotting away before its filthy stench. In the end, the righteous and upstanding would gather to set fire to the field, and as the twisting smoke rose into the sky, they would say, Oh, he was a breeding ground of sin, he was a demonic fiend, he was vicious and ruthless, he had no conscience, he deserved it. All while he convulsed in the blaze, crying out in pain as the poppies shriveled into a charred, muddy morass. But this person had once been a plot of good farmland too. He had once wanted nothing more than water and sunlight. Who was it who had planted that first seed of darkness, who sowed the disaster that grew out of control? That plot of land, once temperate and lush, went up in flames and sank into ash. Laid fallow.

– The Husky and His White Cat Shizun, Volume 4

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Interior colour illustration: 2ha vol 9

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i love unrequited love, i love blind devotion, i love guard dogs. i love being desperately obsessed with the object of your affections. i love when devotion rots into cruelty, i love when love doesn't know any better, i love when love is ugly. i love defanging and declawing yourself just to be loved. i love when a character will wait for the next time they will be loved like a bird or a dog at their beloved’s door. i love when love is insanity and by the LORD do i love betting on losing dogs

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i'm still not over how xue yang says that he "fears boredom" and then spends 2-3 years living in the same small house in the same small city with the same two people

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OFFICIAL ART FOR MDZS JP AUDIO DRAMA 5TH ANNIVERSARY ❤💙 illustrations by: mg_ms_dayo

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Another dump of my weekly illustrations!

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birthday comic for wen ning 🏹

it’s still april 11th in my time zone. this counts

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It was I who wronged you. I won't blame you, in life or in death.

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最好的师尊

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I’m so normal for them…

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not-so-little fairy

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💙⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🩷

2.0 ranwan lives rent free in my soul.

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Oh my god

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I’m so normal for them…