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I know that Buddy Daddies is a dumb show with cute moments, and I totally agree.

But I just can't help but marvel at their writing choices.

They could've very easily continued with the sxf narrative, two hitmen adopt a kid for some reason, and hijinks ensues.

But rather, they opted to create a genuinely authentic found family trope, where two adults, both traumatised and not equipped to be parents, have taken it upon themselves to raise a child, to the best of their abilities.

Rei, who's father can't even be addressed with that title, who never had the chance to live his childhood.

And kazuki who never had any parental figures, who's chance at family was ripped away from him, for which he blames himself constantly.

These two people, who come together, to adopt and take care of a sunshine child like Miri, not only do they give her a loving, caring family dynamic, something she wasn't privy to earlier, but the two of them heal through her.

Rei is able to live his childhood, and enjoy his life, has a space where he can show his emotions, without being a stoic figure.

Kazuki, my poor boy, who feels like he doesn't have the right to have a family because he couldn't 'protect' them, now have a chance to raise a child.

And what I love about it is, not once does kazuki project his trauma onto Miri, not once does it seem like he's trying to 'redo history'.

He's very self aware of himself, the trauma he carries, and the mistakes he's made.

Yet, he constantly tries to better himself, and be the best parent to Miri.

Their love for each other is so palpable, obviously with his over protection and physical touch, but beyond that, the small things he does.

'our Miri', 'my girl', 'our genes'.

He fully has accepted Miri into his life, and considers Rei as his co parent, and I... I just love that so much.

Because I imagine this airing in a conservative country like Japan, and even if it wasn't gay parents, this could also be used for adoptions, where some people believe that it's not that same thing as having a blood relationship.

Buddy daddies simultaneously breaks down so many gender roles, and this ideal family notion, by having two male parents.

But more on the writing, Rei's care towards both Kazuki and Miri was so clear.

It's through subtle words, he tags along for everything Kazuki does, he reassures him even though he has no idea what to do either.

And with Miri, my sweet angels, that episode where he refers to himself as her papa, I scream everytime.

At the end of the day, yes, buddy daddies is a dumb show with cute moments, that shouldn't be taken seriously, but it's also a show that tells you that family is definitely something you can have, but it is also something you can choose, the people you choose to have in your life, the people who choose to be in your life, the people who love you regardless of who you are, the people who love you will be there for you, no matter what.

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Shang Qinghua brings me such unspeakable joy bc it answers the question I never knew I needed answered of "what if god was just some bottom who hates confrontation and wants to be a side character"

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Words Sung By A Weeping Soul (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/209488402-words-sung-by-a-weeping-soul?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=RedRedlie&wp_originator=vp3zqnmoPg4SYqYH4d9hLFtOV3y%2BD5g2sx56DSnHzosbkAX64PMEDPAdGiKfuuXta%2BLm4rVI5K1a0RY7QfW%2BGBnM2cQxmQOgeS6SvAMOWaySuPpuk%2BfhC7ifW9RbecF1 This is a collection of poems. My genre Is angst and these poems are full of them. Pondering about the world, wondering why you exist. I try to put thoughts like these into my poems. And a warning my poems don't rhyme. And contain simple words but with meaning. Somewhat like this... "screams echo all around. screams of a soul that was dammed. screams of a soul that saw too much. The only thing left now are eyes that tell no tales." I welcome positive criticism but none of the negative ones. Delve further only if you're willing to.

#angst #beauty #betrayal #broken #emotions #freeverse #imagery #life #lonely #longing #lost #moments #pain #poetry #sad #searching #thorns #thoughts #wandering #books #wattpad #amwriting

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KNOCK KNOCK

words that knock the door to your emotions. maybe you can relate maybe you don't. read to find out.

Knock Can you hear me ?

Knock knock

Can you hear me?

I'm inside this small room.

A room full of dreams and desires  Of everyone ever to exist.

From where I can see each little spark Roaring into a flame.

Rainbows and Monochromes All having their own magic

Yet I'm inside here Cursed to watch Cursed to wait

Cursed to never hope for a dream of mine.

I lie here and watch

Surrounded by

light Sparkle Brightness

And

Yet None inside of me Except  Shadows of forgotten dreams Darkness of broken hope

Forced to watch Lives sparkle with various colours Forced to watch something I cannot have.

I live inside this diamond Reflecting colors But have none of mine. I am the forgotten soul that once lived. Now I just am here. Existing.        -Laina

#poems #relateable #emotions #feelings #sad poem #poets on tumblr

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moshang is the winter, where no matter how cold mobei-jun is, he will still melt by shang qinghua in the end.

bingqiu is the summer, where even though shen qingqiu tells everyone and especially himself that he hates the heat that emanates from luo binghe, he still sees the world in more intense colors when he feels it touch his skin.

wangxian is the spring, where the peak of the peonies, the flower that wei wuxian gives to lan wangji, signifies both his “leaving with a heavy heart” and his lover’s “wish you return my feelings”.

hualian is the autumn, where the flower crown martial god reciprocates the crimson calamity by creating the procession between eroticism and devotion, just as the leaves that are stained in red consecrate falling as reborn.

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YOU AND I

This collection of words that scream to be heard came to life while going through the history that at times portrayed one strong and the other weak. history that set stereotypes. history that put a shackle on your emotions.

You and I Why are we so different You can think So can i You can express yourself So can i But am i allowed to No i am not I'm taught how to breathe and walk From the moment How to breathe like a girl How to walk like a girl And so are you You are taught how to be a boy Be strong they say to you Never cry they say to you Speak loudly they say to you Speak softly they say to me Why I've wondered why So many times Why are we bound to act like how Others want us to. Why Why do we have to be bound with these shackles? Shackles that bind you and me alike. Shackles that bind me and you to traditions that are so fundamentally wrong. Why can i not walk the way i want. Why can i not laugh the way i want. Why can you not dress the you want to. Why must you always expected to act like a "boy". Why can we both be not how we want to be. Why am i expected to wait obediently and silently for approval. Why must you be the one that has to watch my every move. Why can we not be masters of our own selves. In the end what gave others the right to Define who i am . Define who you are. Define me. Define you. When we are both the same. Humans. Alive. Breathing. Existing. Free. So still. Why are we still bound? Bound with shackles. Shackles made with words of many and time. Shackles so hard to break out of. You and I.

LAINA

#poetry and poems #discrimination #headscratching #thoughts

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LINE OF LOSS

Words that are a culmination of my emotions towards an heart-wrenching incident of the past that left many in despair that lasted for generation. The partition of India and Pakistan.

The poem tries to re-imagine the the feelings of the the citizens who suffered through the horrifying ordeal.

I welcome constructive criticism but not the offensive ones

be warned readers.

I know  you

I know you

I know your eyes

But i don't know

Who you are now

Who i am now

But i know you

Know you

From a different time

A time when paddies adorned fields

Unlike now

When bodies and shells of loved ones adorn them.

Skies rain Not blood .

But the waters running are full of them.

Bloody scarlet streams.

An earring in the mud

Its pair nowhere to be found.

Broken bangles.

footprints.

Erased slowly

By the pouring rain.

But the scent of blood lingers

Lingers in the air.

Along with Sadness ,grief , loss mixed together.

Borders Separating me and you.

Lines carelessly drawn on paper.

A careless line that is now my reality.

One step behind

My home that is no longer mine

One step ahead

Is land that they say is my new home

Which shall i choose

Why

Why

Should i have to choose??

Why.

Lines drawn .

That separate me and you.

Why does it matter

I am lost

And so are you

Aimlessly wandering

Glassy eyes looking at the distance

Borders.

Borders they're called.

Lost in our different worlds.

Across borders

Hands reaching out

Yet the same

We pass by each other

I do not stop

Neither do you

You don't turn back

And neither do i

You are not a stranger

But yet you are.

A stranger i know .

A stranger.

And i the same to you

A stranger

A person

A human

Just walking

Walking in life

Carrying forward

Stranger

A stranger With

shoulders sagging

with unseen burden.

A stranger whose eyes hold a hundred stories .

Stories of pain of joy of grief.

Stories for which neither you or i

Have time for.

Stranger.

Nothing but strangers passing each other by.

I stand and see .

See so many different stories.

With no one to hear them.

I want to listen.

Listen to each and every one .

But i cannot.

I alone cannot.

So many eyes.

With so many tales.

So much life.

So much death.

Such ignorance.

Such hate.

And their victims.

Strangers whose eyes gleam with unheard stories.

Laina

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Roses bleeding love

She should have known better. But she didn’t as anyone wouldn’t when it comes to the sleepy countryside town of Baramachi (rose town) named after the abundance of wild rose bushes and the unique flowers grown there.

Now Haru like everyone was enamoured by her mother’s the quaint little hometown. She was there in the country side enjoying her vacation before university started again.

As a budding photographer the charmingly mysterious Baramachi was a tempting location she couldn’t pass up on.

With quaint little enchanting houses with blooming fruit and flower gadens in their backyards.

One fine day while enjoying her little vacation haru was walking on the empty road having no particular destination in mind photographing everything that caught her eye. From one of the many rose bushes to rice fields to the empty roads with an occasional farm vehicle passing by.

Haru’s mother had told her not to stray too far into countryside but haru being a curious cat did exactly what she was warned not to do.

She ventured into the country side.

Maiko, her mum had grown up in the town but had left it around the she started elementary school for reasons. But she still remembered the various myths and legends about the rose town which she had passed on to her daughter in the form of bedtime stories.

Being fascinated by the stories haru decided to track down one of the legends, “the curse of the blue rose mansion”.

 

A mansion so enchanting that many had lost their lives trying to attain it. The townspeople had various stories as to why.

But none knew the truth.

None knew of the weeping lady who sat in front of the blooming blue roses

To grieve her lost lover.

None ever saw the sight of her drenched in blood and covered in gore from head to toe.

None ever saw because no one was brave enough to step foot past the ivy-covered gates.

 

No one until Haru who definitely wasn’t brave but curious enough to put herself into a dangerous situation.

 

 

She stopped right in-front of the mansion gates looking at the massive beautiful structure through the bars of the gate. She couldn’t fathom why the villagers she had run into oh her way here had warned her against going there. She remembered their horror-stricken expression vividly.

 

The old lady carrying freshly picked jasmine flowers in the handwoven basket on her back had asked her. “Dear girl, don’t ya know about the spirit that lives there?”

The old man who was with the lady had piped up from behind haru scaring the daylights out of her as she hadn’t noticed him getting behind her.

“The blood thirsty spirit who devours anyone who dares to step inside her rose garden.” He spoke.

 

Haru had then quickly left running away from the slightly creepy old couple and towards the mansion they had warned not to go.

 

 Now she stood clicking pictures of the gate and the mansion through the gates.

If she had paid attention to her surroundings outside the camera frame she would’ve noticed the figure walking towards her.

The figure her camera lens couldn’t see.

The moment she took her eyes of the camera screen to push open the gates her fate was sealed.

She came face to face with the most beautiful woman she had ever laid her eyes on, a woman so beautiful she shouldn’t exist in this era.

She was covered head to toe in classical Japanese attire, a kimono with an extravagant obi(belt) and with hair ornament’s that twinkled like star lights under the twilight shades of the setting sun.

As she tilted her to look at haru with an almost predatory expression her hair ornaments swayed making no noise.

Haru should’ve noticed the strangeness of the situation but she didn’t, she couldn’t.

She couldn’t see pas the beauty Infront of her. Haru was enchanted.

Under a spell that would result in her death.

 

The beautiful lady beckoned haru with a finger, when she turned the gates opened on their own and haru followed, walking willingly into a beautiful hell of blue roses. The last she would ever see.

 She followed the beautiful figure Infront of her like reverent pilgrim, she didn’t even notice her camera falling from her grasp.

Her camera that was a irremovable part of her life was forgotten. Forgotten under the everlasting spell she was under.

 

 

 

On the other side of the town in the bustling streets of Baramachi, stood Haru’s house currently with her mother inside.

Inside the warm cosy house filled with the scent of spices and life, laid maiko on the couch having a quick little nap before continuing her work.

 

In the warm house with summer just around the corner maiko shivered in her sleep feeling a chilling cold settle into her bones as she trashed around because of her nightmare.

Her nightmare in which she found her daughter standing immovable facing away from her with a blue rose blooming from her shoulder, a blue rose dripping red red blood.

 

She woke up screaming. “HARUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!”

In a second, she was out of her house running towards the mansion.

Praying for her daughter, hoping she would reach on time.

 

 

Back in the mansion haru now stood in the expansive rose garden.

Being drawn in by the blue roses in front of her and the figure standing amidst them.

 

She now stood in front the enchanting figure, finally coming to her sense although a bit too late as she asked. “Who are y---”

She never finished her sentence for she could no longer speak.

The beautiful woman had touched her heart and that was all it took for the flowers to bloom.

Bloom inside haru, as she opened her mouth to scream, she could feel the thorns from the rose vines stabling her vocal cords taking away her speech.

She could feel them growing out of her breaking her skin, drenching her in ruby blood, her blood.

 

She fell to her knees no longer capable of holding her weight, looking up at the beauty she was lured in by she could now see despite her vision growing red, she could feel little thorns reaching to her eyes, she looked and saw the beauty

She was lured in by.

Who still stood beautiful and enchanting but no longer human, how could she be when her eyes bled and her neck spilled flowing rubies down her kimono.

Yet she stood there tall and enchanting looking down at haru. As she titled up Haru’s face with her chillingly cold fingers.

She spoke “perfect, a bit stupid but with blood so nutritious for the roses. Ahh Miyoko would’ve loved to see them bloom.”

 

She was indeed right in spite of her fading sight she could make out the blue roses blooming behind the beautiful apparition in front of her.

Haru could no longer kneel as she fell down falling sideways as her world went dark.

She could feel the roses ripping up her insides as coughed up blood.  She now bled from her fingertips, her skin splitting. She screamed but no one heard no one will for her scream remained soundless.

 

She felt the apparition circling her watching her writhing in pain as she faded.

 

The apparition, the beautiful lady, Ibara Hanazaki the owner of the mansion,

The vengeful ghost who had stayed behind choosing to take care of the blue roses her beloved Miyoko had adored, and lost her life protecting.

 

Ibara now stared down at the writhing girl bleeding profusely, she held no sympathy, she felt no regret. how could she when she cared about nothing except her beloved Miyoko’s happiness.no matter what it took.

 

 

She was late. Too late. They had already bloomed.

 

Haru heard a scream of a familiar voice as the gates crashed open as she faded she heard and felt her mother’s voice.

 

Maiko now there fell to her knees as she saw her broken daughter, with the blood pooling around her she looked into her daughter’s unseeing blood shot eyes. She cried out as she cradled Haru’s broken body in her lap “oh you silly girl why didn’t you ever listen. Why? Why?” she heard no reply.

 

When she finally dared to look up she saw what Haru had seen an unearthly being staring down at them.

Ibara spoke “she has pleased Miyoko with her blood, I have no more use of her or you. You can take back the empty husk if you wish.”

 

Maiko looked down at haru when she no longer could feel her breathe.

Haru was no longer alive she had faded away like the beauty of the roses leaving behind an empty broken husk. Her curious sparkling eyes no longer sparkled.

Maiko sat there and screamed. Screamed as loud as she could but no one came.

No one came as Ibara went inside the mansion, as the doors closed.

 

 

As night fell and stars rose.

No one came. No one will.

For all knew.

For When the blue roses bloomed it meant a life was lost.

All over the mansion and the town the blue roses bloomed so vibrantly, for they had been nourished with a life.

.

 

As maiko continued to scream. She didn’t hear the camera shutter going off.

 

Ibara had fulfilled Haru’s lifelong desire.

Haru had wished to capture beauty none ever had with her camera.

 

If one looks closely at the camera lying on the grass one would see on the screen a shot. A beauty no one could ever dare to imagine.

 

 

 

They sparkled like blue sapphire studded with blood red rubies.  

 

A scenery of brightly blooming blue roses, twinkling under the starlight, splattered with crimson blood.

 

They bloomed so lovingly a beautifully bloody scene none could ever think of.

 

A beauty one could see at the price of life.

 

 

A life for a rose.

 

For that was the way of Baramachi.

-LAINA

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The blue waves of curiosity

This work came to life while thinking about ocean and its deep. the various colors and life it encompasses. So much excitement so much danger, so much life and every single one that trait was enough to make me curious. so whipped out my notepad and wrote this down and this here is the digital version of it.

Hope all you who stumble upon this love it as much as i do.

I walk along the sandy Beach

The sun setting atop the waves

Painting the cerulean ocean with shades vermilion

A color so unlike itself only visible twice day

When the blues give way to Hazy reds

The deep ocean so unlike the surface

I walk watching

Watching the waves go from blues to oranges

Only for a moment

Then it disappears

Like it was never there

The colours disappear

Leaving behind inky blacks

Swirling underneath the star studded sky

The waves reflect

Thousands upon thousands of stars

Always reflect

Once in while they settle

Stop raging

Calm

When they calm

The ocean opens

Letting me see it's depths

But only so much can I see

Standing there on the sand

Being safe

Away from the danger

Away from the unknown that Beckons me

Curiosity knaws

Waves splashing at my feet

I walk forward

One step

Turns to two

Then I run

Run towards the rising waves

I dive

Dive into the shades of

blues

The deep melody beckoning me

Curiosity making me swim deeper

Deeper and deeper

Into the ocean that resembles you

The ocean that reflects

Once in a while calms

Showing an entire different world

The ocean that sometimes seemed dangerous

The ocean that at times calmed my torn mind and heart

With its scent and presence

Deeper and deeper I dive

Enchanted by the many different existences

I swim in the depths

Seeing so many lights

Seeing darkness

The depths that would Swallow me

If I strayed too far

If i swum too deep

So enchanting the passing sights are

Like you

so many secrets

So many new things

As light as dark

Secrets deadly and beautiful

Best left untouched

Best left unknown

But so tempting they are

The thirst to know

That makes me swim deeper

So beautiful The world amongst the waves

I swim running out of breath

Still So Enchanted

Drowning in Curiosity I swim

Paying no heed as I slowly fade

So drawn

So mystified

I swim wanting to never go out the waves

I swim trying to go deeper

Yet I don't move

Can't swim deeper

deeper

I try

Watching myself

Swim Away

Away from the enchanting depths

Watching in horror

As I drift further

Further and further away from the depths

I swim to the surface

Out of breath

Trying to survive

Trying not to drown

I swim up and up

Towards the light that Beckons me to survive

To save me

I swim

Up and up

Until I break free

I break free from the depths

As I breathe

Breathe In the air that called me

As I breathe

Breathe

Again and again

I swim towards the shore

The shore that is safety

Land

I swim towards it

I break free of the waves that hold

As I crawl onto the sands

Underneath the starlit sky

I lay down

As I smile

Smile from the experience

Smile because of the thrill

Mystified Enchanted

And

Slightly insane.

~Laina

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Mo Dao Zhu Shi (The Grand master of Demonic cultivation) Book Review

The official English translated version of this internet sensation is out for the english danmei community is out and it was well worth the wait for all those that have been waiting for the physical copy of the novel.

The wait is over for our protagnists as Wei ying and Lan Zhan are here to take us on a jouney we'll never forget.

Mo Dao Zhu Shi is Mo xiang tong xu's another amazing work ,Coming in as the third installation of a brand new novel series after Tian Guan Ci Fu(Heaven Official's Blessing).

This time our protagonist is Wei Ying courtesy name Wei Wuxian who through an unfortunate chain of events succumbs to his death. The novel begins from when he is reincarnated again after 13 years and into a world that still holds immense hatred against him. When Wei Ying died initially he went through a series of events that he had no control over leading him to make choices that he regrets even after dying once already.

This work is set in a xianxia fantasy world where martial artists haling from sects(Clans) cultivate to immortality.

Mo Dao Zhu Shi,like mo xiang tong xu's other works focuses on the human nature and their innate ability to be intisically different from one another. she makes you question whether good is actually good.

Nobody is good or bad. That is what Mo Dao Zhu shi taught me. every one is capable of evil or goodness and often times many have good reasons behind their actions but the world will not stop to analyze them if you've done something good the world will praise you even if that goodness is not a result of your actions but of someone else.

if you have done something bad no matter how good of a reason you have the world will not listen such is what happens with wei ying who through some difficult times had to choose a bloody path in his first life.

But even through those difficult times someone stood by his side in silenece. someone who Wei Ying had never considered anything more than a friend. now back again he goes through his second life while solving the mysteries that has followed him into his second chance at life along with juggling his budding love life that he himself is oblivious to.

once again our beloved author takes us through a whirlwind of world building, exceptional character development,budding romance and emotional damage that will make you unable to put down this compelling piece of literary heaven.

Oh before finishing off, my lovely fellow bookworms who don't already know Mo dao zhu shi has live action series named "The Untamed" and Manhua with the same name as the novel and an audio drama too,do check them out.

if you're like me and love your favorite author's work in all its forms.

until later.

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#grand master of demonic cultivation #mo xiang tong xiu #book review #book blog #my writing #xianxia #mo dao su zhi

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Heaven Official's Blessing: Tian Guan Cifu Vol.1 Mo Xiang Tong Xiu Review

This treasure trove rich of emotion and wonderful storytelling lured in me in with its elaborate and unique way of narration during my school days. The official translation of this long awaited piece finally came this year and like every other fan i rushed to get my hands on one and it was worth every penny.

what drew me into this wonderful piece of literature you ask? well then i would have to say, my curiosity. as an avid reader i'm always searching for new works that i can soak into. while surfing the internet for my next adventure one afternoon i found this gem.

A genre that imany cannot help but love is fantasy. tgcf(short form) is fantasical work that revoles around the gods,ghosts and their intricate relationship with the mortal realm.

For a god to exist there must someone who believes in them. quite ironic i would say, a heavenly existence, an all power full being who can only remain in existence when they have faithful followers.

while the genre is something that is rich in world building that is not all that the author focuses on. tgcf explores about the human nature of all the characters even though not all the charecters are humans - along with the negative aspects of their life.

This is a very graphic novel at times so be prepared with tissues and tub of ice cream(from expeience). TGCF will tug on your heartstrings,it will make you laugh cry and cheer on the budding romance between our main leads and live along with the characters. sure tgcf is a book with happy ending foreshadowed but it makes one realize just how much sacrifice one must make, how much pain one has to experience to achieve their happily ever after.

it is an experience like no other that i highly recommend one to experience.

SYNOPSIS:

Now let's see the synopsis of the first volume.

Our protagonist, Xie Lian, was once the crown prince of a prosperous kingdom, who has ascended to godhood for the third time – 800 years after his mortal life has ended. During his mortal life, he was known for his beauty, strength, and purity. Even as a god, he is a kind and simple individual. However he is also poor and known by several unsavory nicknames. with his third ascension his fellow gods are not particularly jumping with joy instead many and fogotten him and rest who do do not respect him and along with this he has a debt to pay back.

In order to pay back his debts, he jumps to the Mortal Realm from the heaven official's palace to hunt down ghosts and other spirits who prey on the living. He is aided by two young warriors who work under different gods. There is much bickering, dressing up and a whole lot of comedy but the three weirdly end up making a good team.

during his quest to gather information Xie Lian meets the young and charming San Lang. who knows too much. but with Xie Lian's easygoing nature he brushes his suspicions aside and befriends San Lang, he connects instantly with bright young man and they are soon travelling together. going on a journey that is a like breath of fresh air in Xie Lian's long immortal life.

The Emotions:

TGCF with Xie Lian goes from an interesting danmei fantasy novel to and emotionally rich and empathetic roller coaster of emotions.

Xie Lian,once a human who had everything that he could want to a god who at present has almost nothing but still is quite content and happy. but that is not the case as one will get to know the further they read.

it is a unspoken in all types of mythology; gods shall not meddle with mortals or mortal life. But Xie Lian our empathetic god who ascended to the heavens when he was quite young retains the most important human emotion: Empathy.

And this emotion is what makes the novel so interesting and even though it speaks about gods living in floating in heavenly palaces and ghosts living in boisterous and vibrant towns and mortals from all walks of life.

Among them anyone can be human what makes one human is not their anatomy or appearance but one's ability to feel and empathize and that is not not confined to the homo sapiens alone.

It is the individual who chooses.

CONCLUSION:

In conclusion if you love fantastical world building sprinkled with stomachache inducing laughter and mind numbing plot twists and the greatest and sweetest romance of all times then this is for you.

go read it now.

until next time .

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#book review #book recs 2022 #heaven official's blessing #danmei #book blog #my writing #tian guan ci fu #mo xiang tong xiu #boys love #fypシ #mxtx tgcf #hua cheng

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BIRD

A little poem that focuses on the false sense of freedom one might have while stuck in a situation that makes them unable to leave it.

I'm lost.

once again.

I'm lost in this beautiful forest.

I got lured in.

why did i run away

Why did i come here?

Why?

from one hell to another.

only

the previous hell was

a pretty cage.

a pretty cage for a bird held captive.

wings not broken but unable to spread.

i bided my time

within those silver bars.

But now

There are no cages Just tall frightening trees

Within this

Beautiful forest

Beautiful hell

I'm lost.

Held captive by these..

These temptations.

I was seduced by the thought of the fleeting freedom.

Free.

To be free.

And what a cost i had to pay.

For this freedom.

Losing my way.

Losing myself.

To be free.

I'm free.

By being bound

By shackles made from twines

Bars of tall frightening trees

Just a pretty bird

to be

pretty till i die.

-LAINA

#poetry and poems #sad poem #poets on tumblr #poetry

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BY MYSELF

A little poem to see and experience the contentment along with the sadness that lingers in your heart. But not the kind that makes you spiral downward but instead makes you look forward. The one that makes you anticipate good things.

A poem that focuses on you yourself.

Under the moonlight

I stand

Staring up at the inky blue sky

So bright

With the radiance of a million uncountable stars

I'm alone

Yet strangely content

With the champagne flute in my hand

For once not to drown away my sorrows

But for celebration

To be finally free from them

For being happy

For being able to smile without crying

This longing ritual of mine

During which i longed for a love i could not have

During which i was holding onto something that was not mine

Holding onto it just because it kept my demons away

Now i realize how cruel i was for holding on

For imprisoning it

Made of silver or wood

A cage is still a cage

It only brings out your darkest self out

I now have a heavy heart

Sadness lingers

Pain has its claws dug deep in my heart

Yet there's a glimmer

A glimmer of contentment

A chance at finding my happiness

This time by myself.

-Laina

#poets on tumblr #my writing #poetry #life #be your own kind of beautiful #be your own muse #respect yourself #poetry and poems #poetry life

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BREATHE

A little compilation of words that makes you wonder, how is it that and why is it that you keep on breathing. how hard it is at times. but at the same time when you can breathe freely again how wonderful it is.

it a wonder to be able to breathe because that is what allows to wonder about life and its beauty in turn.

Breathe In

Stood at the edge

Breathe Out

I stood at the edge

Waiting to fall

Frozen legs

Won't move

But so tired

Never ending tears

Falling first

Beckoning me

Warning me

Mocking me

Breathe Again

Breathe Again

Will this be the last?

The last

My dear treasured  last breath

Is this it?

I wonder

Its always been easy

So easy

I never noticed it

You probably never did too

Its so easy to breathe

So natural

So so mundane

But why

Why is it hard now

Its so hard to breathe

Its so hard

To breathe when you cry

But I do

Even if it is hard

I do

I keep breathing

Breathing till I reach the edge

I look down

Look down

to death shrouded in grey Beckoning me

It'll hurt

Why am I making myself hurt

Hurt myself to end it all

Why am I hurting to live

I'll probably never know

But it does make me

Make me step back

One step

Then another

Till I get far away from the edge

But never far enough

Still there but not near

And wonder

I've wanted to die

since forever

but the moment

The moment

I tried to end it all

I realized

ah

what did I do

what did I do

Do to give up

when I haven't even lived

why should I die

Why should I die

Because I hurt

Shouldn't I try

Try to find out why

Why I stepped back

What did I step back for

The scars

Will they tell me one day

The scars in my eyes

Will they tell ?

Let's see

One day

Looking in the mirror

I see words written

Written in those scars

Scars that marr my eyes

"I want to live because I'm curious about tomorrow"

A Tomorrow

Will I smile

Will I cry

What will I do

what am I going to do

Run

laugh

cry

love

whatever it is I want to live

LAINA

Breathe to smile.

Live to breathe.

Breathe life.

#poetry and poems #poetry life #breathe #wonderful #poets on tumblr #sad poem #hopeful #my writing

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LIFE

This work of mine came to life on a wintry afternoon while sipping hot tea and wondering about life. A little piece of poetry that describes your life by referencing to passing seasons.Life may at times be sad and sometimes happier than you ever expect it to be. But just like the passing seasons life moves on even though at times you might want to stop feel.

well experience that along with LIFE.

LIFE

Summer

Winter

Autumn

Spring

Seasons of change

All pass by me

While I stand there

The Snow falls

And quietly

Melts into spring

Spring turning into scorching summer

Summer nights with fireflies

Leaves fall giving way to Autumn

The world turns into a Hazy orange

The slight Breeze blowing by

Kissing me gently

Reminding me

That i still stand there

Watching everything

All of it

Spring days spent crying rivers

Rivers of unstoppable tears

Tears of sadness

Loneliness

So different From the

Sparkling creek Flowing by

Summer nights spent gazing at a million

Twinkling stars

Waiting for the stray breeze in the dead of the night to kiss me

Searching for the pale moon in the endless

Sky full of starlights

And then come

Falling leaves painting a beautiful scenery

Of muted golds and crimson reds

Full of anxiety

Full of Yearning

Waiting for a change

A change in me

Me and the world

Waiting for the leaves to stop falling

Waiting for me to stop

Stop feeling

Stop emotions from forming

Forming into

Tears

Laughter

Frowns

For it all to stop

But it never happens

Leaves eventually stop

Stop falling

Fallen leaves now covered in snow

The path with trees

Now black and gray

No leaves

Just branches bare

Sometimes covered in a layer of Snow.

I stand there once again

Watching feeling

I never stop feeling

Even in the midst of freezing winter

I feel it

The incomparable breathtaking beauty of it all

When the world dulls into whites and gray.

Still looking so beautiful

So solemn

Yet so beautiful

Ever changing

So I walk

Walk along this path

Laden with changes

I walk now

Watching it all pass by me

While I walk by it all

Ever-changing Seasons that never stop

That never stay for long

Yet linger within me

The scent of it all

Summer breeze

Floral scent of Spring

Autumn with its solemn and fiery earthy scent

Winter a sparkling expanse of white

With its crisp frozen breeze

All of it linger inside me

In my memories

While I walk

Waiting for them to pass by me again

I walk remembering it all

Smiling at times

At times crying

Sometimes sighing

I walk one step at a time

On this path

With nasty bumps and falls

But worth it all

Even if for a second

For few hours

Days

Worth it all for a while

And forever in my memories

All this walking that

let's me see

The rising sun

Sparkling skies

Falling droplets of water

Painting the world into a Hazy dream

Falling Snowflakes melting In my hands

All of it while I walk

While I stop

Stop to breathe

Breathe In the scent of change

I walk again

Looking at my hands

Hands cradling a leaf

A Fiery crimson leaf

A souvenir of the season

A reminder of life

Life around me

Full of life

Ever changing

Seasons passing

While I walk by

While I walk ahead

A crimson leaf falls

Blowing by in the wind

While the sun sets.

So beautiful

The world

The world that I feel.

-Laina

Do not copy this anywhere without permission.

#poetry life #life #seasons #winter #autumn #summer #poets on tumblr #photography #angst with a happy ending #poetry and poems #my writing

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Unwinding Remotely: JUST BREATHE

After weekdays that are full of studying,more studying and even more studying.

An university student needs a much deserved break. Hence the weekend is my chill pill.

I escape to my hometown to unwind.

Its called kammavanpet,near Vellore in Tamil Nadu and it looks this;

Oh i took the pictures so credits to me he he.

i escape to this lovely paradise to relax after spending the entirety of the week in the hustle and bustle of the city. after existing among constant noise of all sorts. the quiet is serene.

You feel it the moment the bus enters the sparsely populated settlement.

Its an emotion that's akin to how you feel when you smell the scent of the earth after the rain. You just feel so peaceful.

Now i shall give ya'll tips on how to spend your weekend unwinding in this heaven:

As times have changed internet is available everywhere and here too. But I like to spend my precious mini two vacays by forgetting the existence of internet.

I download all the series i want to binge on, take all the new books i want to read along with of course food, and that's it.

You go prepared to relax and that is what you do.

You wake up along with the sun. watch it rise amidst the mountains.

Breathe in the fresh air.

go for a morning walk.

come back sit on the veranda with a cup of hot tea.

watch the birds and little animals wake up.

read a book or go exploring after all discovering is fun.

go hiking.

walk along the paddy fields.

In the evenings watch the sunset.

BBQing is something i haven't tried yet but the ambience here is perfect for it.

you can source your meats and veggies from the nearby fields and shops.

In the night you can count the numerous stars that stud the inky sky visible only here.

feel the grass crunch under your feet and breathe in the fresh air.

JUST BREATHE.

by Laina

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#travel #vacation #relaxation #chill weekend #countryside #breathe