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layzeal · 2 years
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that vietnamese tgcf postcard featuring xl and hc in ghost city, which the official artist then posted a different version on their weibo with wwx in the right corner as an easter egg? yeah, lives in my brain rent free
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procrastinationau · 1 year
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Ive been thinking about Sal and shipping (not in the au, just in general) and realized that like I don't really actively ship him with anyone but at the same time I 100% believe he's slept with/dated every legal adult in the show who would be interested
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For someone who likes to be alone you sure do keep strange company in public
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nightfayre · 9 months
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Jealousy isn’t quite what Guan Shan felt when Jian Yi returned.
When he’d gotten Zheng Xi’s text — a mere ‘Jian Yi’s back.’, as if Zheng Xi wasn’t rendered half-mute when Guan Shan called him immediately afterward — the feeling had started deep in Guan Shan’s chest, clawing outwards as if rediscovering the world after a period of dormancy. It didn’t hurt, but it took hold of something he forgot existed within him, rattling it back to life despite him believing it was dead.
To his defense, it had spent seven years in the grave. Guan Shan had thrown a fistful of soil atop its polished casket — then another, and another, until it was secured six feet under and he could stand on top of the mound and press his shoe prints into the wet earth and pretend like that meant he’d overcome it. Like he’d gotten the last word.
“I don’t know what I should do,” Zheng Xi had said on the phone, his voice strange. Guan Shan couldn’t tell if he was crying or angry or both. “I don’t know if I’ll let him inside next time. It was a mess. He was so—”
There was a long pause.
“Did you fight?” Guan Shan asked.
Another pause. “No. We didn’t… yell. But he was upset that I was upset that he’s just appeared and I— I didn’t know what to tell him.” He sighed, and Guan Shan could see him with his head in a hand, staring at the floor. “I told him to leave, and he did.”
Guan Shan knew Zheng Xi well enough to recognize that any advice at that moment would fall on deaf ears. The first year of Jian Yi’s disappearance had a violent impact on Zheng Xi, and Guan Shan quickly learned that quiet company was the best medicine. If and when Zheng Xi wanted to talk, Guan Shan would be there. So he said, “I can catch the train.”
Zheng Xi hesitated. “It’s late.”
“I can be there in an hour.”
After a long moment: “Okay.”
They hung up and, pulling on his shoes, Guan Shan ignored the tremble of his hands. He thought of He Tian for the first time in months.
He wondered if it was possible for jealousy to feel like a ghost standing in the corner of the room.
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animebltches · 22 days
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i’ve experienced a lot of different pain in my life and book pain, subclassed under the broader category of emotional pain, was a sought after and frequent friend for much of my teenage years. but following some tragedy in my real life i very quickly started avoiding emotional pain from media. sort of on the same vein as if i can control it i’ll choose joy because i had no choice in the pain. however i’m not always successful in opting out.
one such time is reading tian guan ci fu. i love this story. i know i’ve made that maddeningly clear. so when i made the decision to read the whole story, i happily committed to the good and sad and bad and joyous and gorgeous and scary bits. and with such gentle sweetness i will consume it.
but having to read, having to learn, and then know, about the events of chapter 189-190 very nearly broke me to my core.
xie lian getting stabbed over a hundred times by people who believe they have a moral high ground and therefore deserve to live over his own pain and suffering. having to read xie lian realise something inside his heart and conscience completely shattered while he was being stabbed. while his body was merely a pin cushion for those after their own guiltless claw on life.
and then having to read hua cheng burning everything alive and completely splintering, screaming, in devastation because he could not handle the fact that he could not save xie lian.
and then still, with no remorse, learning that xie lian and feng xin reached a breaking point so nonreturnable in their friendship they they finally spilt from each other.
and then. fuck. and then. xie lian waking up. trying to find his parents. and then. then the small broken words feng xin my parents are gone.
because they hung themselves with his silk bandages. with the things he wraps his cursed shackles in. the thing that hides his loss of godhood. the thing that hides his former life.
devastation feels too small a word for how i feel. i feel a little broken. a little like there’s no way to recover from this.
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thexgrayxlady · 2 months
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36. To Lose Control
Chase staggered. At first, he thought he imagined it. Chase was far to proud to let someone see him hurt. How many hours had he spent worrying because he could not trust Chase when he said he was alright?
He drew back, preparing to strike again, but before he could ready his spear, Chase spun and tried to leap towards him. He stumbled to his knees, then regained his footing, his movements slow and ungainly. His lips drew in a thin line and his hair hung in a limp tangle over his face.
Chase doubled over, clutching his forearm. Spines erupted between his fingers. Guan backed away, a chill spreading through his heart and old instincts telling him to protect his friend.
He curled in on himself, the spines and scales slowly retreating, leaving smooth skin and shattered armor in their place.
He remained hunched over, his back spasming with every erratic breath. Then his hand fell away and by fractions of degrees uncoiled, swaying on his feet.  
His head tilted to the side, his mouth hanging slack, unable to drink in enough air. His eyes were wide and glassy, staring at a point far beyond Guan.
His back arched and scaled flared up his exposed arm, then vanished as quickly. His hands remained curled into claws.
Clenching his teeth, Chase lurched through a few steps more, the sheer strain of being written over his old friend’s features.
Then he fell forwards.
Guan’s spear clattered to the ground as he rushed to catch him. He half expected Chase to shove him away. Instead, Chase’s claws scrambled and dug into his back. He leaned his forehead against his shoulder, his breathing shallow and rapid as Guan held him upright. That he didn't fight made him hold on all the tighter.
His back rippled under Guan's hands. Spines sliced his skin one moment, then vanished the next. Blood dripped down his back as Chase writhed and shifted, his legs buckling and snapping.
He should let go. It would be safer. It would be more sensible. When he regained control of himself, Chase would never forgive him for this. They would resume their eternal battle, only he was unarmed and unable to get to a safe distance.
But if he didn't...That Chase let him see him losing his hard won control...That he clung to Guan like centuries of bitterness and enmity meant nothing in the face of what was coming, made him wrap his arms all the tighter, like he could hold onto whatever humanity Chase had left.
When Chase finally stilled, his pupils were blown so wide his eyes looked black in the fading sun. There was some relief in the familiar bitter anger they still held, but not much. Blood flecked his lips and spattered against Guan's chest with every ragged, gurgling breath. He trembled with the effort it took to hold this form.
And as much as he wanted to hope otherwise, he knew that whatever happened next, Chase wasn't coming back from this.
Chase's claws crept up his back, rested, shaking and clammy, on his shoulders and neck. His gaze was steady and unbreaking as it could be. His jaw set in determination, then too quick to brace against rending claws, Chase pulled him down.
Chase's lips met his, hungry and desperate.
Every time he imagined this, Chase never tasted like blood.
Chase nipped at his lower lip. One of his hands tangled in Chase's soft, dark hair. Their bodies molded to each other, and he wanted enough time to appreciate everything familiar and discover everything new.
This is everything he ever wanted. And at the same time, he wants none of it. There's a part of him that wanted to be angry that Chase would do something this selfish and impulsive, when he knew he wouldn't be left to pick up the pieces. But Chase won't be here to pick up the pieces. This is all they'll ever have.
And all too soon, Chase shoved him away and staggered back. For a few moments, his expression was of heartachingly familiar cocky, shameless satisfaction.
Then the man fell away and only the beast remained.
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kaiijo · 2 years
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poetry verses that epitomize your relationship
characters: silver, rook, ruggie, jade; zhongli, diluc, ayato, dainsleif notes: gn! reader, none of the poems are mine (go check out works by all the authors!), zhongli’s poem is titled with a feminine-attributed word (“queen”); ruggies’s and dainsleif’s are the full poems
silver — you, therefore (reginald shepherd) and you are a lily, an aster, white trillium or viburnum, by all rights mine, white star   in the meadow sky, the snow still arriving from its earthwards journeys, here where there is no snow (I dreamed the snow was you, when there was snow), you are my right, have come to be my night (your body takes on   the dimensions of sleep, the shape of sleep   becomes you)
rook hunt — how do i love thee? (sonnet 43) — elizabeth barrett browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use
ruggie bucchi — it’s all i have to bring today (emily dickinson) It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fields— And all the meadows wide— Be sure you count—should I forget Some one the sum could tell— This, and my heart, and all the Bees Which in the Clover dwell.
jade leech — married love (guan daosheng) You and I Have so much love, That it Burns like a fire, In which we bake a lump of clay Molded into a figure of you And a figure of me.
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zhongli — the queen (pablo neruda) And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.
Only you and I, only you and I, my love, listen to it.
diluc ragnvindr — “i loved you first: but afterwards your love” (christina rossetti) I loved you first: but afterwards your love Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove. Which owes the other most? my love was long, And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong; I loved and guessed at you, you construed me And loved me for what might or might not be – Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
kamisato ayato — “bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” (john keats) Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors
dainsleif — the lovers (timothy liu) I was always afraid of the next card
the psychic would turn over for us— Forgive me for not knowing how we were
every card in the deck.
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noccolibroccoli · 8 months
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I think these days when I think about shipping and chase my attitude is basically "he won't date anyone bc hes still hung up over his ex" and the same goes for Guan. 1500 years and they're not over each other
but they also won't get back together bc that would require them both to get over themselves and that's Not Happening
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offaeandcreation · 2 years
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Young Maiden
Gift: @robininthelabyrinth  Based off the queer fusion of Feminine Mystique + Strange Definitions of Success 
TMW you art-student/theatre kid yourself to queerness
Summary: Wen Ruohan should have burnt it to ash, grounded these memories to dust, yet they come again and again. His teacher had told him all those decades ago, that only a true artist can never let go of their craft. He put the brush down and pulled out the wine.
CW: Not exactly a happy end, for now. Mentions of leering. He/Him Pronouns
Author’s Notes: Art is one of the six scholarly arts a young master learns. It is as masculine as carrying around a sword. It is the same here. Though I am not heavily editing this, this short fic holds a personal touch due to my own queerness/genderfluidity and love for art. 
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Wen Ruohan hadn’t lifted a brush to paint in decades.
The urge remained, however. Every time he signed a document or noted a budget sheet, his fingers would slide against the smooth wood of the brush into position. Characters would mold into mountains of pitch-black ink, with the echoes of indigo and malachite speckled down the peaks until they became vibrant rivers.
The image of the last painting he ever made. Unfinished, half-burnt, and hidden away, deep in his private chambers. He should have kept it in the bonfire; stomped those memories to dust. Yet they come again and again, like ugly ink stains under his eyelids.
His teacher had told him forever ago that only a true artist can never let go of their craft.
He placed the brush down and pulled out the wine.
Wen Ruohan always had a taste for beauty. A true artist, and a true wealthy man. Why else would he fill his room with carefully selected pottery, inlaid colored glass, and paintings? Why else do the ornaments that hung from his belt and his guans be inlaid with gold and precious stones twisted with only the skill of a true master smith. Only the beautiful things, the good things, in the world he deserved.
He reached for them since when he was young, with whatever memories that remained from over a century ago. Buried his hands into his mother’s jewelry box, stuffed his hair with as many pins as he could, because they all glittered in a way that appealed to a child. Servants would chide, snatching the pins from his hair. He, then, could not understand why it was so bad to wear something pretty.
Even today, when only the immortals that hid away were older than he, Wen Ruohan felt that the jewelry allowed for a man of his station…lacked. That little itch reared its head when he prepared for banquets and conferences or dressed for a forgetful day of paperwork and cultivation.
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It was during one of those latter days when he happened upon his principal wife painting her face in the garden. Her hand still with every stroke, with a precise grace that architects would envy. Her colorful palette meant to only subtly underscore her features.
Wen Ruohan painted people before. Their complex forms and finicky features are as difficult as inking around cracks in rock and depicting gaping ravines surrounded by waterfalls. But instead of painting on rice paper, Madame Wen painted on her face. Like an artist.
Late one night, he pulled out a brush and paint and applied it to his face.
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Since then, Wen Ruohan played around with face-painting until dawn. Except now with proper make-up instead of the toxic paint that stained the skin. He thumbed the edge of his jaw, the line softened by powdering right to its outer edges. An illusion of soft facial features created by masking the shadows with a powder that absorbed light rather than reflected.
He pulled back his collar to brush off some particles, his pinkie catching on the padding slipped under his outer robes. Wen Ruohan snorted through his nose.
It wasn’t much different than the sleight-of-hand Clan Leaders played with their appearances really. Wen Ruohan’s true body type leaned more into skinny, even with cultivation lining his bones with muscle. With some shoulder padding and hidden heels, however, he could construct a striking silhouette that unnerved even men twice his size.
Wen Ruohan held out his brush, watching the powder glitter in the candlelight.
Suddenly, he remembered one of his mother’s pins. Since she rarely wore it, it made its way to the very bottom of her jewelry box. The deep blue stone glittered in the latent sun rays when he held it up for inspection, pale gold chain tassels clicking against his fingernails. Until it was snatched away and the box finally hidden from him for good.
Wen Ruohan thumbed the polished wood. Why not? He could easily disguise the purchases with gifts to his wife and concubine.
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A few months passed with his late-night artistic experiments. Something…shifted. Some days, Wen Ruohan reached for his kit hidden in a locked drawer in his bedroom, only to remember it was morning. He would find himself avoiding reflective surfaces, a stubborn knot in his chest that refused to budge.
Some days, he wore his robes with pride and mirrors posed no thread. The makeup kit as if forgotten.
It was one of those busier evenings. The conference was right on the horizon by the month’s end, even if QishanWen wasn’t hosting this year. A whirlwind of documents and paperwork –  updated intelligence from his spies, the state of his Sect, which disciples were to accompany him, and the likes.
He hadn’t remembered whether it was one of those days where he couldn’t stand the mirror. With the sudden ache to leave his rooms, an impulsive indulged, he left Nightless City to the evening market within Qishan.
A store clerk, a young woman, waved at him.
“Is this Maiden in the search for jewelry?”
Maiden? Wen Ruohan brushed his cheek with a finger. Powder.
The reflection in the miniature bronze mirror on the stand revealed the very tips of the pins in his hair.
Oh. It must have been one of those days.
He muffled his “no thank you” with a sleeve to his mouth.  
The knot fluttered in his chest, like it grew wings. In a haze, Wen Ruohan continued wandering the market.
“Your servant wields such skill! Your huadian is beautiful.” A young maiden said to him.
He could not remember what he did, but the plum blossoms bloomed and Chao-er stuck branches into the grate on his window that morning.
 An older madam, hair long since grey, paused from her stand to scold, “Why are you alone! Where is your escort?”
He gestured at his sword, name hidden in a silk scarf, by his side. She frowned and shook her head, gesturing behind him.
Wen Ruohan was used to being gawked at. Fear and envy flashed in the eyes of fellow cultivators. With the occasional interested party – a certain saber-wielding sect leader came to mind.
The gazes sent his way now were far different. No longer nervousness in their eyes. He looked like a rich young maiden, perhaps unmarried and foolishly walking by her lonesome. Glances of indifference, like he was no different than the stranger beside him. Some gazes however made him tighten his grip on his sword. Like how some leered like they were undressing him with their eyes. Slipping his sword in their direction and meeting their eyes with a glare seemed to bat them away.
Some took his softer appearance as approachable, with offers of a sample of this snack, or this tea, always with ‘will this Maiden indulge-“, especially from clerks who barely could hide their blush.
Sleep potions and poisons didn’t work on him anyway, so what’s the harm in an indulgence.  
In the later hours, Wen Ruohan stepped into a restaurant rich enough to have a full-length reflective glass. Xu-er mentioned this particular place had excellent wine. When he peered his head in to see if he could spot a clerk, he glimpsed his own reflection. Make-up, hair pins, and light robes all in a glance. Something inside clicked into place.
Sometimes, he didn’t want to be a man.
Wen Ruohan’s lowlight trance, warmth, and elation plunged into a bone-deep freeze. He stared wide-eyed into the reflection, into an artificially softened face. Sharp-edged body hidden under rolling fabric and the cover of darkness.
The server was talking to him, calling him Young Maiden.
He turned on his heels and walked off. Of course, he didn’t run away. (He ran).
He burned the robes, presented the pins as late presents to his wife and concubine, and threw the makeup deep into a drawer far away from his bedroom.
What nonsense.
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freifraufischer · 1 year
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mina-van1104 · 29 days
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🏀Good job to Nevada Men's Basketball team! Wow, great win against Colorado! Like I said I've been a true fan been going to the Wolf Pack games since I was literally 12 years old around 2004.
I always loved Kevin Pinkney & Nick Fazekas the best! I still have the Kevin Pinkney ( # 21)slam dunk newspaper photo since 2004 hung up on my wall at home.😍🤩Such good memories.
Also always loved Mo Charlo, Seth Taylor, Ramon Sessions, Javale Mcgee, Sean Paul (Reno), Kyle Shiloh, so many more great past Wolfpack Nevada Basketball stars!
🩵Also Gonzaga Men's Basketball team plays tomorrow! So excited! They won a few days ago & was such a good game. Wooh!
Gonzaga University-my older sister Catherine Van-Schwartz (Catt Van)(Former KOLO 8 News Reporter)graduated from years ago in 2012!Can't wait for March Madness NCAA!!🏀
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In the name of Jesus, Amen!🙏
Then my other successful blood-related family of doctors in my family,🇺🇸veterans,doctors,nurses,coaches,news reporter,lobbyist,good singers,dancers,good photographers, good writers,artists,a cop,a dentist,teachers, etc.Mixed family of Asians & white people.Spread Kindness.
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tonin-terets · 4 months
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Wieden+Kennedy Shanghai Chief Creative Officer: Ian Toombs / Vivian Yong Head of Creative: Matt Meszaros Creative Director: Zhong How Associate Creative Director: Ruby Li Senior Art Director: Alex Litovka Art Director: Edmund Chang Copywriter: Pat Cholavit Head of Production: Fang Yuan Senior Producer: Iris Li/ Jazzy Zhao Head of Planning: Summer Yang Associate Planning Director: Alan Wu Strategist: Katie Li Group Brand Director: Qinna Ye Brand Director: Esther Choi Senior Brand Executive: Wayne Zhang/ Louise Cai Business Affairs: Jessica Deng, Hui Ye, Gloria Ji Head of Design: Juni Hsu Designer: Qi Zhang Junior Designer: Chumeng Design Producer: Vic Zhang Senior Retoucher: Changqing Lee FA Artist: Dennis Chen
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Director: Henry Scholfield
DOP: Pat Aldinger 1st AD: Stella Gui 2nd AD: Yan 1st AC: Terry Yan Assistant Camera: Ma Chao, He Xiaohu, Cao Cheng, Zhang Hongming, Zhang Zhaoyu, Ou Wentao B-Cam: Ben Kang
Gaffer: Dickson Lim Lighting crew: Sun Zhanchao, Yu Puping, Tang Yichun, Gao Binbin, Wang Yongcheng, Chang Dan, Ma Chong, Wang Jie, An Dongdong, Jing Deliang, Jing Xudong, Li Yaohui, JIn Xin Production Designer: Maruxa Alvar
Art Director: A-Liang Assistant Art Director: Alec Wei, Tziyi Yu, Kuo Hung Tsun Prop Master: Guan Guowu Prop Assistant: Lian Guanglong, Zhang Lei, Liang Jiancong, Li Zhao, Li Xiaolong, Liu Ruijie, Guan Weiwei, Sun Haoyu, Li Bo, Wang Xian, Ding Jun, Huang Yanfei, Gao Xiuquan, Zhao Bangyin Special Props: Julius Mak Special Props Assistant: Tang Cheng, Zhang Zhipeng, Zhai Heguang, Yang Jun, Zhang Bo, Yin Rongliang
Key Grip: Sun Weibin, Wang Hengru, Nan Ben, Xiang Yang, Zhang Po, Wang Weitao Stylist: Cheyuan Lee
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moononmyfloor · 7 months
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Hi Producer (正好遇见你) Infodump
Disclaimer: I have no idea about the accuracy of the information shared in the drama, I'm merely transcribing for future reference purposes. Proceed with caution!
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Ep 34-35: New Year Customs
The Spring Festival has a history of over four thousand years and is the biggest traditional festival in China.
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New Year Paintings
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Ming and Qing Dynasty Customs of the New Year Eve
According to the "Essence of Life: Food and Drink" in the book "Zhuo Zhong Zhi" from the Ming dynasty, on the 30th day of the last month, people visited each other and exchanged blessings. It's known as bidding the year farewell.
Hanging a peach wood board/peach charms next to the door, written on them the names of two door gods, Shen Shu and Yu Lu to suppress evil spirits.
Ashes of premium charcoals used in the palace are moulded into a pair of general statues with black faces and hands to work as door gods. In addition to Shen Shu and Yu Lu, Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei are all revered as door guardians by the folks.
Pictures of God of Happiness, the Ghost Judges, and Zhong Kui are also hung inside the house. People would hang gold and silver ornaments on the bed, as well as Xifan prayer wheels. They would also weave dragon figures with coins.
Eaves were hung with bundled sesame stalks. Children of common folks would step on the sesame stalks spread across the courtyard to crush them, symbolizing peace throughout the year.
Palace servants burned cypress branches in the courtyard to symbolize good things happen as wished, thus named "yusui."
Archaeological findings showed that delicacies resembling the shape of dumpling had appeared in China since the Spring and Autumn period, called the "laowan." The custom of eating dumplings during the Spring Festival in the northern region is said to commemorate Zhang Zhongjing, the Medical Saint of the Eastern Han dynasty, and has existed for over 1,800 years. On the first day of the lunar year, a type of boiled delicacy called "bian shi" enjoyed by emperors of the Ming dynasty and the "zhu bo bo" in the palace of the Qing dynasty are all dumplings.
Unlike the Ming dynasty, it is said that Emperor Taizu of Qing established a family rule that the emperor must eat vegetarian dumplings on the first day of the Lunar New Year to honour the innocent lives lost in wars. In the book "Celebrate the Spring Festival in the Forbidden City" it's said that vegetarian dumplings in the Qing palace were mainly filled with dried vegetables, including little hogweed, citron daylily, jelly ears, mushrooms, sliced bamboo shoots, and seitan. According to other research materials, dried tofu and eggs were also included. They had to be wrapped before midnight on New Year's Eve and boiled after midnight so they may be ready for the New Year.
Only in the 11th year of Emperor Guangxu's reign) did the book "Shan Shi Dang" mention pork and purslane were consumed on New Year's Day and that pork and spinach were used as dumpling filling.
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Ceremony of Marking the Documents by the Emperor (writing New Year Blessings), Having spring rolls and hot porridge on the first day of New Year, Serving the Emperor Jiaobai wine and the Great Auspicious Box of various symbolical fruity and seed snacks, Custom of "Tossing a Thousand Gold".
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The Lantern Carnival
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An ancient traditional folk custom in China, legend has it that Zhang Daoling of the Eastern Han dynasty held a lamp-lighting ceremony in Sichuan 1,800 years ago from now, and it is the archetype of China's original lantern carnival. Of all lantern carnivals in China, the most grandiose is the one held at the Lantern Festival. In the records about the Sui dynasty in the "Comprehensive Mirror in Aid of Governance", Emperor Yang of Sui set a place for around a hundred kinds of performance at Duanmen Street in a 5,000-step radius of the place, almost 18,000 musicians were playing instruments. The sound of music could be heard from dozens of Li away. The event lasted from dusk until dawn, with large amounts of candles and lights illuminating the night sky. The festival lasted for an entire month and cost a significant amount of money.
It can be said that the Lantern Festival has been a national celebration in China since ancient times. Not only were there colorful lights and lanterns on the streets and hills, but also brilliant performances with singing, dancing, and various shows and talents, bustling with crowds all night long until drawn.
Today, with the integration of local folk culture and customs, lantern carnivals have become even bigger in scale and more diverse in form.
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Some more misc stuff:
Lantern riddles
Poems, puns, and acrostics with amusing gags, brain teasers are inserted in the silhouette of the silk lanterns.
Fried Lightly-Leavened Mantou
A traditional dish and a seasonal snack in Jiangsu, small in size.
Sugar painting
The art has over 400 years of history and is popular with children. The late Ming literary scholar Chu Renhuo's "Jianhu Supplementary Collection" records sugar paintings, or "Sugar Prime Minister", being made and used as offerings to the deities during the Ming dynasty.
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Soup made of Prickly Water Lily, also known as Gorgon fruit
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Chinese puppetry
Originated in the Qin and Han dynasties., it was a form of Han Chinese puppetry. Most of the string puppets in Quanzhou, Fujian are about 2.2 Chi in length. They are beautifully crafted and vividly made. They are pulled by 30 or more suspended strings or wires and require a high level of skill in handling. It is one of China's most difficult traditional puppet shows.
Paper cutting
One of the oldest folk arts of the Han Chinese. The art of paper-cutting was included on the first national list of intangible cultural heritage by the State Council in May 2006. In September 2009, it was listed on the UNESCO Representative List of the Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity.
Shadow play
Chinese shadow play began in Han and flourished in Tang. Plain paper was used in the early Song dynasty, and later on, lustrous sheepskin was adopted. In the Yuan dynasty, shadow puppetry spread overseas. Later generations used animal skins and cardboard to make shadow puppets, which were manipulated behind a curtain with percussion and string instruments to perform a variety of shows based on legends and folklore.
Suzhou-style Wonton
Suzhou-style Pan Fried Buns are known for its thin skin that wouldn't break or burnt. Baked after lightly leavened, full of fresh and juicy filling and soup, soft on the top and crispy on the bottom.
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Marry My Dead Body (Guan yu wo han gui bian cheng jia ren de na jian shi)
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I avoided this flick based on its cover image and story for several weeks. It appeared to be a broad and off-putting comedy. And then Taiwan put it forward as their International Oscar hopeful. Up front, it doesn’t have a chance, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t some fun to have with this story…even if some of it is as uncomfortable as I was afraid it would be.
The tone of the film is indeed very broad while eventually coming to more mature points. It isn’t, however, entirely comfortable with its situation, relying on cheap laughs to get past the defenses of less receptive viewers. Think US television about gay relationships about 10 years ago; points were made, but mud was often slung.
Fortunately, writer/director Wei-Hao Cheng eventually calms it all down and delivers on the promise of the setup. And his leads, Greg Han Hsu and Po-Hung Lin, manage an amusing dance through the story. Han Hsu even gets to have some range before it’s done. But the very nature of the approach dulled the potential impact of Gingle Wang’s efforts considerably.
I wish it had all been a bit less cheap in its comedy, but it definitely had some fun moments and is, on the whole, entertaining with a solid dollop of heart and a clever plot. Why it has been thrown into the Oscar race I can’t understand…perhaps trying to capitalize on the Everything Everywhere craze? But this has no where near the depth or gonzo range of that ride. That aside, I had fun with what was on offer.
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thexgrayxlady · 1 year
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WIP Whenever
"I'm not going back without you," Guan said, staggering back to his feet.
Chase wiped blood from his lip. "I'm not going back."
And for what felt like an eternity, they could do little more than stare at each other, bloody and bruised, in the early winter morning.
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Then Chase's eyes took on a horrible, delighted gleam.
"Come with me," he said, half breathless, as if he was trying to get the idea out before he could deny it.
"What?" Guan said, hastily falling into a defensive stance.
"Come with me." He grinned like a madman, his voice firmer with growing conviction.
"I..." he replied, unable to look directly at his friend. "I can't. What you're asking, it's...I can't turn my back on..."
Chase darted across the clearing and clasped Guan's hands in his.
"With our power combined, we'd be unstoppable." Chase backed a half step away, as if trying to drag the larger man with him. "We'll overthrow Hannibal. Rule the world together..."
"I don't want to rule the world." Guan backed away. Chase closed the gap again, gripping his hands tighter.
"You'll finally get the recognition you want." His eyes blazed when he caught the hitch in his friend's expression. He'd found the rught angle. "The monks have never given you the credit you deserve."
He still hesitated, but Chase had his wavering convictions and wouldn't let go.
"You don't owe them anything," Chase said, drawing so close he could almost feel the other man's heartbeat. "Just think about what we could be together."
Chase pulled Guan to him, their lips colliding. He wrapped an arm around Guan's waist and Guan's hand tangled in Chase's long, dark hair.
Then Chase backed away, grinning, drawing both of them across the clearing.
"Don't make me do this alone."
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"We don't have to go back." Guan sounded like the desperate suggestion surprised even himself.
"Don't you understand?" Chase laughed incredulously. "Everything I've ever wanted is in my hands and you expect me to throw it away?"
"This isn't worth it. We can leave the temple, go anywhere, do anything, we want, just..."
Chase tipped his head back and cackled. "I should have expected this. You've only ever held me back, but not this time. I'm going to be the greatest..."
"But you'll be alone." Slowly, Guan crossed the clearing, taking one of Chase's hands in his.
"It doesn't matter," Chase hissed, his eyes blazing. Yet he didn't recoil.
"You'd sell your soul to be Hannibal's slave?" Guan asked.
"Like I'd keep that pathetic excuse for a side dish around. Once I get what I want from him, I'll..."
"You'll still be alone." Guan ran his thumb over Chase's bloody knuckles.
"Being alone has never bothered me."
"You deserve better," Guan said. "Run away with me."
"Like you'd ever leave the temple," he spat.
"I don't care about the temple." Chase stilled. "I just want you to be safe and happy."
The charged silence hung between them as snow started to drift through the clearing. Then Chase's grip relaxed.
"Anywhere we want?" He drew a little closer.
"Anywhere."
"It might be nice," Chase murmured, folding himself into Guan's embrace, "to see the world without having to save it."
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smallislandbigsong · 9 months
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PINAGSANGA - Small Island Big Song ft' Putad from Small Island Big Song on Vimeo.
Pinagsanga begins with a spoken-word piece in Amis language by singer-songwriter Putad's own family - four generations of Amis women, a matriarchal indigenous nation of Taiwan. Putad's Grandmother: We are the lineage of our people Putad's Mother: Through our mothers Putad: Maintaining the connection to our land Putad's Daughter: Mummy
Pinagsanga is a collaboration, with -
Lead vocals, composer Putad - Amis, Taiwan Paiwan chant, Jaw harp Sauljaljui - Paiwan, Taiwan Purerehua Horomona Horo - Aotearoa/New Zealand Kundu, shakers Richard Mogu - Papua New Guinea Sanza Emlyn - Mauritius Udu, Balafon Luc of Vaiteani - Tahiti Warup, Kundu drum Airileke - Papua New Guinea & Australia Monika Yumi Yet Bamboo Band - Bougainville Valiha Tarika Sammy - Madagascar and four generations of Amis women of Putad's family (her grandmother, her mother, herself, and her daughter) Music Producer Tim Cole - Australia
MUSIC VIDEO PRODUCTION CREDITS
Director - Shih Ting Hung @shihtinghung Performed - Putad Pihay Special Appearance - Sauljaljui, Liyad Putad Pihay Executive Producers - BaoBao Chen, Shih Ting Hung, Yu Cheng Tu & Tim Cole
Productions Production Company Image Monster Co,.Ltd Executive Producer Yu Cheng Tu Line producer(pre-production) Penny Chen Line Producer Hung Hsi Chiu Line Producer Wen Yu Hsieh Assisant Producer Guan Ying Cheng, Chih Yao Luo, Pei-Cih Jhang
Underwater Unit Cinematographer Howell Chang Assistant Camera Yi-Ting Liu
Drone Unit Cinematographer Yu Cheng Tu 1st AC Chen Jia Yang 2nd AC Yu Hsiu Chen Best boy Jun Shen Wang, Yu Chen Lin
Art Department Art Director Michael Sabyan Assistant Polly Chen
Costume Department Tapa Cloth Designer Halomai Costume fitting Siku Pihay Costume Care Polly Chen
Safety Department COVID Compliance Officer James Young Shih Lifeguard Pei Chen Chang, Zih hao Li On-set Yoga Teacher Chiou wen Chen
Post Production Editor Shih-Ting Hung Colorist Lynn Chiang Post Production Producer Chen Jia Yang Assistant Editor Yi Fang Su Assistant Editor Yi Liang Liou DI Artist James Wu
Behind the scenes Bon Wu
Music Music Producer - Tim Cole Recording - Tim Cole, Richard Mogu, Airileke, Tafita, Luc Totterwitz, Kan Chan Kin Mixing / Mastering - Tim Cole Project Producer - BaoBao Chen
Supported by Taiwan Creative Content Agency Australia Council for the Arts National Taitung University Ling Tung University HiONE World Niceday production Studio Chih Yao Luo Precondition Productions LensBank Akiyama House
Presented by Small Island Big Song
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