writingicing

multi-fandom, fangirling 24/7, writes sometimes, she/her ig: @writingicing

[writingicing]

thoughts.

thoughts like dreams like words like books like well structured arguments, like poetic love songs like prayer like curse like a cry of an infant it speeds and runs and jumps and jumps

then it falls and crashes and burns and yet goes on and on and on and on thoughts like dreams like words like books with the creation of a brand new universe

come meet me there in my thoughts, climb my tower gripping onto my hair which my thoughts use to travel

you will be able to hear them as you climb, and if you aren't scared come meet me there where i'm lost in my

thoughts like dream like words like books like oceans like clouds like fire like ice like my mother's eyes like my father's heart like my sister's mouth like my own soul

[writingicing]

Rewatching The First Frost for work and what really deeply touched me was the change in Wen Yifan when she calls Sang Yan to come meet her in Hong Kong.

There is a certain surface level understanding of what getting past trauma, healing and independence means - here, Wen Yifan wasn't after independence. Her issue was not being able to fully depend on anyone. And what worth is human life if we don't do that?

When she takes him to dingy room, he asks her if she doesn't like the place and that he can tell because of the very little luggage that she had with her. And she responds, "I just want to be where you are." And Sang Yan gets it immediately - he just says he will help her pack and he takes her home.

Like. How beautiful is that. Wen Yifan was never not independent - she consistently stood up for herself throughout every single obstacle and trauma she faced. The unfortunate side effect of that was learning that running away was one of the effective ways to do it - and so comes a different struggle. How to stop running away? What if running away for once means not leaving behind something that doesn't deserve you, but rather leaving behind the perfect life?

She spends six months on her own to get her fill one last time - living by herself, building new lives for her again and again was not only a reliant tactic but also a friend, a deep habit that helped her stay safe and grow safely. She got her fill one last time, took six months to say goodbye to that part of herself before FULLY and bravely embracing the new her: the lovers girl. The one who is independent and yet has learned how to depend on someone, has learned how to let someone love her and has learned that reliance on loved ones never means weakness.

And what a fresh journey this is... for once learning that independence or healing doesn't mean you throw everything away but rather that you give yourself enough courage to live your best life. Some people out there would hate the idea that love like this is her happy ending, not just from a "romantic storyline" lens but also from the lens of her as an individual female character having journey and growth.

What a beautiful fucking story, honestly, I am so grateful for it.

[baijingting]

PURSUIT OF JADE 逐玉 (2026)

[usermoran]

See for yourself. This is my husband, the man lawfully married to me, Fan Chingyu.

PURSUIT OF JADE (2026) dir. Zeng Qing Jie

[rumiroo]

I know we, and Changyu, especially, have been peeling back the layers in Xie Zheng's personality well before this scene. From the glimpses she sees of the real him, the little slip ups or casual mention of violence or even his disdain for people in power, she knows there's more to him beneath his cavalier gebtleman persona. But in her heart of hearts, she still thinks of him as a delicate princess locked in an ivory tower. One whom she rescued from a snowy death and for whom she is responsible for. She feels protective of him even while knowing he can hold his own. But this is perhaps the first time she truly sees his real face behind the mask and it. is. fucking. terrifying.

This is the first time he's showed her, in the most visceral way imaginable, the depth of his feelings for her. He's jealous, angry, and lashing out! He can't believe that she would be so accepting of their separation, doubting whether he even means anything to her. And so, like an idiot, his jealousy pushes him to the edge when he forces a kiss on her, trying to imprint himself to her memory.

The way he callously wipes his lips off blood after she slaps him. And his look of disdain?? That arrogance of wounded pride of a thwarted lover?? She has never seen this side of him! This is the same man who felt too shy and flustered to look at her naked ankles. To see him here, now, it's like looking at a stranger. The look of hurt, confusion, and betrayal says it all. In that minute, she doesn't recognize her lover.

Changyu hasn't been the best judge of character. She trusted a man for 10 years, and he betrayed her in the worst way possible. So her hurt and confusion are understandable. Had it been under different circumstances, Xie Zheng would have probably handled this better. But boy has decided to put his foot in it and be a possessive idiot and kiss away her doubts, and it's no wonder that shit doesn't work!

This scene is so layered, and it shows them at their most vulnerable with each other, second-guessing everything and feeling hurt over the other's actions. It pierces through the paper window of their relationship, laying out feelings that they were both dancing around while playing house prior to this. It's the perfect segue into the next arc when Xie Zheng "conscripts" into the army and leaves their town. It is one of my favourite scenes from the novel. And I genuinely can't believe they pulled it off to perfection!!! I'm crying!! 😭😭

[writingicing]

I love this post so much. I haven't read the novel but when I saw this scene, at first, I felt like it was a bit of a whiplash from, especially because ep 17 begins with this scene and ep 16 ended on a much better note. But now I realize that was the point all along. Although we see bits and pieces of Xie Zheng's emotions and personal journey throughout the show, such as glimpses of his past, his protectiveness and everything, he has for the most part been a 'perfect' character. He is gentle but also violent, bold but also shy, polite but also sarcastic, reserved but also stands loudly when necessary... it is shocking to see him be so brash, for his anger to escalate so quickly, for his actions to be so thoughtless. And this shock is what really takes us closer to Changyu like nothing else.

Although I also felt anger and confusion at the way the conversation shifted, the nature of it also really laid out clearly the angst Xie Zheng is going to feel, without "telling" it directly per say. Because this is the Xie Zheng - he is a man who is going to make you uncomfortable with his imperfections, he is not the dream man that he was roleplaying. Does he have the capability to be Yan Zheng? Of course he does, that is a part of him after all. But that is not all he is. He isn't just an empty character and for once, such a male lead has been written in a way that the discomfort really does sit in your stomach.

A huge part of his angst comes from his abandonment issues, which comes from the very idea that Xie Zheng as a person at his most truest and most vulnerable is one that gets left behind and one that is misunderstood, and maybe even one is who is disliked. And this angst hits so real because his fear of a reaction to the true him comes from us, the audience, as well. His fear is real.

I just think this was actually so brilliantly written - the shift in tone is unsettling and abrupt but it makes the fears of each character extremely real and dangerous. The discomfort isn't from melodrama, it comes from the form.

[cyrjovie]

Xie Zheng, any chance he gets: I'm married *divorce letter is in his hand* this? Ignore it. I'm married. My wife sent me these candies, the only sweets I eat. Sui Yuanqing has my wife's sister, I'm going to save her at the risk of my own life and 1,000 of my men, but our lives are only at risk if we fail, and we won't because I WILL save my wife's sister. *pauses for a few moments* Have I told you about my incredible wife and her sister?

Fan Changyu, at least a few times a day: I'm looking for my husband. *divorce letter in bag* don't look at that. My Yan Zheng is too good at martial arts to die in battle, so I'm going to find him, make sure he's okay, and then see about bringing him home. Have I mentioned he married into my family and is very smart and handsome and good at martial arts?

[bl-inded]

I find it soo endearing how awkward Faifa gets in this scene when Wine casually lays on his lap! But the thing is, this is not a one off. It happens whenever Wine has been the first to initiate contact.

He is shocked every time. He takes a moment to regroup before he hugs Wine back. He almost seems flustered. Like he's not used to being hugged. Like he's not used to receiving this kind of affection at all (or probably doesn't expect it directed to him).

Which is so weird when you think about it, because Wine is not the first to do anything very easily, especially show his admiration (and towards a guy! my sweet, previously closeted, gay baby 🥲). Fa is the one who eased him into this kind of comfort from day 1!

He casually pats his hair, touches him, hugs him, kisses him and just showers him with love. He's the one who broke Wine's barriers. He made Wine comfortable with accepting physical touch (at least from Faifa).

So, of course Wine thinks it's okay to do it back! And yet, when it's reciprocated...

Faifa is surprised

Every. Single. Time.

[aprilblossomgirl]

I understand what “special” means now. I understand that it’s probably you.

PERFECT 10 LINERS | EP.19

[writingicing]

the forest

somedays i trudge my way through the forest imagine a pouring rain, mud stuck in my shoes insects crawling out and in, the sun missing after a long day's of work, effort until it bled now hiding away to sulk, letting clouds take over these days i feel seen by him, and my hut bears the mud from my feet, the weight of my coat bears my heavy sighs, the complaints, the crying

and other days i find it in me to flutter like a fairy, light on my feet, wings flapping energetic, glowing under the sun whose rewards of the day are so glorious he wants a party, all drinks on him the bees buzz in celebration, glasses clink and my hut is stringed with fairy lights AC on blast, a full meal inviting me in

somedays i don't enter my forest i stay in my pain, in a space of nowhere i forget my hut, i leave it behind in the dust these days i can't find myself either in my surroundings, the sun doesn't exist and neither does the moon, only emptiness i don't feel the weight of my coat, or my thoughts neither do i have hunger nor desire

on these days, the forest finds me it reminds me that my emptiness is nothing but a time before existence came into bloom and now time is ready for spring, the forest says, it's ready for the sun, for the moon, for the stars it's ready for me to stand up, clean my hut and join the party, whether i'm ready or not and time - she doesn't wait, she simply pulls me in

[the-sky-the-stars-the-sea]

Everything about this is so funny.

Kamin’s unbothered expression.

Just how drunk Jade is.

“Watch your leg.” “ArE yOu wOrRiEd aBoUt mE?”

How Jade’s drawl gets muffled when the door slams.

11/10, no notes, I love this show so much already.

*chefs kiss* perfetto 🤌

[janployshompoos]

DARE YOU TO DEATH | BEHIND THE SCENES

[writingicing]

I'm glad they're at least aware 🤣

[chimons]

DARE YOU TO DEATH EP 3 + TUMBLR TEXT POST

Bonus:

[writingicing]

girlhood

to you who appears in my dreams bearing snacks, leaving your shoes at the door clad in comfy pajamas, sinking into my couch ready, no waiting, to listen to my sorrows how else can i show my love but for laying fresh flowers at your feet and chanting your name under my breath?

is this what girlhood feels like? this feeling of being stripped down out of your skin to your barest most vulnerable, most sensitive in front of the one whose love is as endless as the moonlight that reaches inside every window every night

when i lock eyes with myself as i'm combing my hair in daylight i think back to each conversation is this what girlhood looks like? devotion in the form of friendship love in the form of blind faith, and faith in the form of the calling bell ringing

us girls when we hold hands together and stand in a circle, with flowers in our hair an energy blossoms just like the one you have when you feed this world this generosity, this kindness, i feel as i unlock the doors of my heart

this is what girlhood feel like, i believe you who appeared in my dreams as a girl who wants to be a friend in times of need you whose love takes form within me and within the women around me and within the world around me

i will remember this, do my part, show my love not only when i crave this safety, crying but when i am happy, smiling with my friends, cracking a joke, sharing a meal, singing a song i will take this feeling back with me and plant its seeds into wet mud

[prapaiwife]

All of the pining had built up to this moment!! This was everything the chemistry spoke for itself!

[pointlesscandies]

Get yourself a man who will pull a gun on a ghost if it bugs you

[writingicing]

stickers

i keep memories of you

like stickers in my journal,

too scared to peel it off,

too scared to let it stay.

it hangs in the air,

unspoken, unexplored,

sits inside my drawer,

i can hear it wait

when that afternoon comes

when I'm lost in myself

and shadows of my past

creep in, dim the room,

i'll peel it off one by one,

stick it on the page,

close the book and,

never open it again.

i keep memories of you

like stickers in my journal,

pages i keep tucked

in the corners of my heart,

too scared to confront,

for i will miss you too much,

and in anger, my fingers

will tear them apart.

[writingicing]

honey or poison

if you cut me, will i bleed honey or poison? maybe it depends on the knife, its sharpness, and its angle do your fingers tremble when you try or is your pumping raging blood pushing you into motion? maybe it depends on your fingers, is it holding that knife, (i imagine it as already bloody) or it is reaching out, raw focused, curious, thirsty for touch, for feel? what flows in my veins, honey or poison? well, what was i fed when i was younger? was the rice mixed with honey, with bees buzzing around the plate, or was it mixed with poison, oozing, sticky and rotten? was it a plate placed in front of me waiting for my curiosity to feed me or was it a cruel hand pushing the food into my mouth with force? was my stomach satisfied after the feeding or was all i felt still nothingness, despite heaps of food on my plate?

when you cut me, what are you looking for? are you here for honey, hoping and dreaming about the goodness, the kindness and the purity hidden within me or are you here for poison, suspecting that it cannot be sweetness you will find, not when i grew up in a pit of snakes.