ok this is not exactly a rant but i've been thinking, as someone who writes, about the way that we female authors present our female characters because in the vast majority of the books I've read, they are mostly the means to an end and the end is a man.
like literally so many female characters have their own growth thrown to the wind and for what? to put a ring on it?
maybe is just not appealing to me as a reader but why can't growth and love coexist? why can't a power angry woman be loved when men are idolized through every shitty and downright abusive and toxic behavior known on god's green earth?
i want my cruel and vindictive and unhinged women to be loved like they hang the moon in the sky for the vile and cruel creatures that they are why do women need to be bite sized or worst need to be punished even if their cruelty is basically a survival instinct while the man can be everything they want regardless of why and how the math isn't mathing
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if i could have your attention please
jawdropping portrait of Liu Chang via 水与雨 on weibo
for those discerning interested parties who may find it relevant, i present: Haaaaaannnds
a photo post from a fan who clearly has their priorities straight
a beautiful collection from 氧气缺氧了 on weibo
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Guys. I got. Star shaped glasses in the post today cause I want more silly fun things to wear for shits and giggles and I love them so much but you know what I've just noticed that's making me laugh??
I got ones that are like a red to yellow kind of gradient, kind of like a sunset look to em, right? Nice. Fun. Pretty colours.
I look outside with them on and suddenly I'm in one of those Hollywood films in Mexico or wherever with that stupid yellow/orange filter all over it. Not even joking I now have the American film version of Mexico in my back garden this is so fucking funny to me
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It was a hot summer night
just like any other
but not like any other.
The kind of night where
everything is the same
the heat, the moon, the stars…
but it all looks different tonight
feels different, like a
restless night.
He said let’s go for a drive and
I try to conceal the rush of excitement
I feel inside. My heart races
at the thought of sitting
next to him, driving nowhere.
His hand so close
almost touching mine, almost…
for tonight it doesn’t matter
where we drive, just being near him
my restless soul awakens
just for tonight…I am free.
-N.R. Hart, Tonight
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