#i haven't even mentioned how so many businesses are owned by chinese people and how china's fucking around with our sea

[randomshenaniganery]

Xenophobia, homophobia, and government fear mongering in the Philippines

My mother was telling me to not go to this specific college because a lot of Muslims started to go to school there for engineering and it is her firm belief that they are all applying for engineering because they’re going to make more bombs.

Me and my aunt told her she was being racist she said not it’s true. I asked her where did she get this from and she replied with “homeland security” which is a fucking AMERICAN TV SHOW I slapped my forehead so hard my aunt looked like she lost all hope. 

we’re not even American we live in the Philippines and she’s being affected by the stupid propaganda and refuses to listen to reason because she’s catholic and therefore anyone with literally any religion besides her must be either stupid and ignorant or very evil.

I tried to explain to her that terrorists and Muslims were not the same thing and she just won’t fucking listen. 

This is the same shit as her telling me not to go to a different college because they force people to go naked and wear paper bags on their heads during freedom day or else they’ll get failed by their professors. Turns out that this was the result of propaganda against activism and since that specific college encourages students to exercise their right to have rallies they are a lot of dipshits spreading lies or contorting things to make it look wrong.

By the way the school is the University of the Philippines in Cebu if you hear wacky rumors about this place regarding the naked people with paper bags and very anti-activism remarks don’t fall for it, they’re most likely lies and made specifically for people to not go there because they don’t want people to disagree with them on political agendas.

Very recently during my ROTC for our National Service Training Program. The ROTC director said that she was against activism because of the New People’s Army. Now firstly the new people’s army are not activists they are terrorists those are two different things.

But because she used activism instead of terrorism she’s immediately attaching a bad rep to it and since this is a government funded college that has free tuition a lot of the students are not that well versed in English to know what activism actually means. And because they don’t know what activism means they’ll just immediately attach activism to a group of terrorists who have killed people and they’ll think that being an activist is a bad thing. 

This is how they do it, in college they indoctrinate you with misinformation and heavily biased views without showing the whole picture so that you get tunnel vision and you do exactly as they say. 

They do not want leaders that want people who will do what they want and think they way they want them to. 

I do not have the ability as of the moment to do a very in depth explanation of everything since they do not talk about this to me. I am surrounded by die hard catholics, my family is very involved in the church, they are not the kind of people i’d want to tell who i voted for because when i did my aunt immediately made fun of it.

A lot of my family has very unfortunately voted for Marcos I loathe my aunt for that and also my uncle. He voted for Marcos because he didn’t want Leni to make gay rights and abortion legal. My aunt is a fucking piece of shit of course she would vote for Marcos she had no problem beating me in school in her office its not a far cry for her to vote the son of a dictator who’s showering is thieving mother with presents as if she fucking deserves it. My grandfather had voted for duterte because he’s sexist, an idiot who claims not to be an idiot, and duterte’s marketing was very heavy to people like him.

Once while we were in a mall we passed by a stall where a muslim woman was selling clothes. My grandmother said “that’s what she gets for being Muslim” and it shocked me so hard and it was just so baffling because my grandmother also owned a small store that sold miscellaneous items. I didn’t say anything because I did not expect that from my grandmother, my mom? sure she’s stupid like yeah you can solve algebra and you’re quick at maths but you lack the ability to comprehend that just because there are bad people in a religion doesn’t mean EVERYONE with that religion is bad. 

A lot of why people especially those that come from the provinces are like this is because they don’t have a lot of access to unbiased news or an outside view of our country. I used to be like them until the moment I was allowed more freedom to the internet and I could see just how bad everything actually is now that no one is holding my hand and closing my eyes.

People are straight up denying what happened during the Martial Law because of how Marcos has started to represent himself online. The Martial Law wasn’t that long ago so many people are still fucking alive from that time and just a few years ago before Duterte and the entirety of his fuckery came we all knew that the martial law was a bad time and it hurt and killed so many Filipinos. 

By the heavens do not let people forget the past and ruin our future. Stop voting people who come from political families and control the country to benefit them. 

13 million idiots voted for Marcos and I’m not going to forgive or forget this. 

Also for Duterte and all of his stupid wars 

FUCK YOU

There’s more by the way. This shit doesn’t end. 

Regarding the abortion rights and reproductive health. Its no surprise that the Philippines is a backwards country. They really hammer down the why would you kill a baby it’s a gift from god thing really hard. 

They prefer abstinence over actually teaching the students how to not get pregnant, how to not get STDS and how their body works. Just because it’s called sex education doesn’t mean the teacher is going to only talk about how to do sex and why you should do it.

Just because abortion would be turned legal doesn’t mean EVERYONE is going to abort the baby. There is a stupid amount of teenage pregnancy because you refuse to teach them how to have sex safely and because you have no problem with ruining the lives of everyone concerned with the young teenager but you have a big problem with getting rid of a pack of cells. 

I’ve heard so many stories of how many women have had their lives ruined because they were forced to raise a child that young. There is a very tiny generational gap between the mothers and their children. They do not have the emotional maturity to be in charge of a baby of raising an entire person. A lot of them will lose their identity, their dreams and their opportunities because you’re so far up your ass you can’t even consider their choice on the matter. Never force someone to carry a baby because pregnancy is not all fun times and rainbows and neither are babies. 

I love kids but i understand how stressful it is to live with barely any sleep because of the crying, the feeding, and the cleaning. This doesn’t happen to rich people this always is a problem with those without the money to support themselves. 

The same thing with gay people we did not have homophobia before the Spaniards came in. In fact in the Filipino language there is no he/she/him/her there is literally only they/them/you the only time you find out someone’s gender is when it’s explicitly said so. According to a spaniard’s diary documenting their interactions with the Filipinos of that time there was a person who didn’t like women, dressed in woman’s clothes and did women’s tasks but lived alone and explicitly avoided physical contact and the guy was just like ‘HUH I wonder why that man was so weird.’ (this is from a translated book that we do not own I only get to see pictures of it from someone I see in twitter the only public copy near me is one in Sydney Australia).

They use the sodom and gammorah bit of the bible so hard hell it worked on me until I started to realize that this was all horseshit and I’m an asshole. 

One time I had to listen to a priest say that “oh loving a man is fine biologically but Spiritually that’s wrong don’t be gay because its not right god doesn’t want you to be gay” this is the same priest who says “There are so many condominiums are around why are there still homeless people?” and also every time in every fucking homily he mentions how “wives should never leave their husband no matter how hard they beat you because God put you in that marriage”

I hate that priest with all my fucking body his name is Father Ciano Ubod he has a Youtube channel most of the people who watch him are all women and the fact that he’s telling women to not leave their abusive husbands instead of saying HEY maybe you shouldn’t beat your spouse? Because you know hurting people is WRONG he tells them to suck it up and love them. 

You may be a priest but your views drag you to hell.

Now this priest isn’t all bad because the only thing I agree with him is that you shouldn’t beat your children but also its ironic hurting kids is wrong but leaving your husband who’s hurting you is also wrong. Fuck you father ciano I hope you choke on a sausage and realize god doesn’t give a shit about you.

In Summary: people raise children to have tunnel vision and use fear tactics to control how they see anyone who opposes their agenda, the church is a carcass that attracts flies and maggots to powerful positions and affect the daily lives of everyone who has the misfortune of listening to them, Marcos is someone who pretends like his father and mother didn’t steal Billions of money from the Philippine government while abusing the country and then escaping, anyone who voted for him are ignorant and mislead or are pieces of shit on fire.

#church #catholicism #christianity #is rife with corruption #Philippines #Filipino #bongbong marcos #is a piece of shit #ferdiand marcos #i think in Philippine history ferdinands are just always on the bad side I can't recall anyone good with that name in our history #I blame ferdinand magellan for finding us #xenophobia #im sorry muslims for having to deal with the bullshit of christians #pls reblog in case you have filipino followers who aren't aware #homophobia #so much more fun in the Philippines #no its fucking not #i haven't even mentioned how so many businesses are owned by chinese people and how china's fucking around with our sea #and how duterte bends over so xi jing ping can fuck him in the ass #metaphorically but with how much he dick rides china i wouldn't be surprised if it was true

[emo-gremlin]

do you have any George hcs (sfw and/or NSFW is you want to) that you haven't shared yet? You don't have to share if you don't wanna <3

Alright, sadly I'm at work rn so I can't do NSFW (but send me an ask later and I will ;>) so here's

SFW George hcs!

(Tw: slight smoking mention, slight gun mention)

🚕 The only one out of the puppets that has an actual legal and valid driver's license.

🚕 He's also the best mechanic in the city somehow?? Like it's gotten to the point if Gordon can't fix his own car he brings it to George.

🚕 When the studio started its repairs, to help bring in money, George started up a small actual taxi business as well as a small car repair shop.

🚕 The only puppet who swore BEFORE the studio went under, and smoked. On Al's request, he kept his smoking away from the other puppets as to not influence them. They all knew he did it though. Puppet lungs don't suffer from the same side effects as human lungs.

🚕 Will get road rage. Has never participated in out of car physical road rage, but he's not afraid to flip off someone being a dickwad on the road.

🚕 Knows all the best hole in the wall shops and restaurants in the city.

🚕 Can speak Arabic, Hindi, and Chinese!

🚕 Has and will give rides to drunk people for free. As long as they get home safe, it ain't a big deal to him.

🚕 Would also give rides to employees who were walking home during snow or heavy rain. Employees would get rides home if they didn't feel safe going by themselves

🚕 Has been in fist fights with at least 2 tow truck drivers over parking

🚕 No one, not even Al, knew this, but he knows how to use a gun, and kept one in his taxi. He hated that he had to have it, but he wasn't going to risk the safety of his passengers by not having one. Gordon found out, and understood, not getting mad at him. He traded the stenographer for the gun, as it's easier to disable a threat with it without causing gruesome damage. George feels a lot better about it now.

🚕 Being the one most exposed to the outside world he knew how bad the crime was starting to get as the show started going under. It wasn't until he was exposed to violent Television that he really understood the extent of it. Not many George's became unfriendly because of this. They built a bit of resilience to it.

Enjoy!! <3

#mfn gordon #mfn #mfn game #mfn george #my friendly neighborhood game #my friendly neighborhood

[hippiemikelove-blog]

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 5

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - This Venerable One Did Not Steal

Danxin Hall was brightly lit.

Shi Mei had parted from the group earlier, and Mo Ran followed Xue Meng into the hall, confused. When he saw the sight of the hall, he immediately understood.

It was Rong Jiu, that coward.

Mo Ran stole some money from him before he left, but he had the courage to come to Life-Death Peak to complain.

Rong Jiu snuggled into the arms of a tall man, crying miserably. When Mo Ran and Xue Meng entered the hall, his sobbing three octaves higher than normal. It seemed that if it weren't for the man that held him in his arms, he would be foaming at the mouth and fainting.

On the dais, behind a bead curtain, a delicate woman was sitting there, looking at a loss.

Mo Ran didn't spare another glance at those dog men. Instead, he saluted to the woman on the dais: "Auntie, I'm back."

That woman is the master of Life-Death Peak, Madam Wang.

Unlike those heroines who were equal matches for male cultivators, she was a woman who didn't deal with anything outside the home. She didn’t know how to deal with her husband’s absence and other people’s visits. She spoke timidly: "A-Ran, you've returned."

Mo Ran pretended not to see the two complainers in the hall, smiled instead and said: "It's so late. Auntie, were you waiting up for me?"

"Yes. You see, Young Master Rong said you. . . you took his money?"

She didn't have thick skin, and she was embarrassed to say that Mo Ran had visited a brothel, so she chose to address the minor offence instead.

Mo Ran's eyes crinkled: "What, I don't lack money, why would I need theirs? Not to mention that these aren't familiar faces, do I know you?"

The tall man sneered: "My surname is Chang, the head of my family. As a businessman's family, I don't care for trivial formalities, so you can just call me Chang Da."

Mo Ran smiled slightly and swapped the names around: "Ah, it's Young Master Da Chang, then. Please forgive my rudeness, it is such an honour. Then this other person is. . ."

Da Chang said: "Hehe, Young Master Mo is really pretending to be dumb. You and I are indeed meeting for the first time, but you sleep in Rong Jiu's room for 15 out of 30 days this month. Are you blind? Why? How could you not recognize him?"

Mo Ran was unaffected, and he looked at Rong Jiu with a smile: "What, you must have the wrong person. I'm an honourable person, but I haven't slept with Rong San or Rong Jiu."

Rong Jiu's face was flushed with annoyance, but he stayed nestled against Chang Da's chest: "Mo, Young Master Mo, I know that I am humble and am lowly. If you didn't deceive me so many times, I wouldn't have come here, but you pretend not to even know me, I. . . I. . ."

Mo Ran lamented: "I really don't know you. I can't even tell if you are a male or a female. How could we have met?"

"You used my business last night, how can you be so cold? Young Master Chang, Young Master Chang, you have to get justice for me." As he said that, he burrowed himself deeper into his arms, sobbing even louder.

Xue Meng's face was grey and his eyebrows twitched. It seemed that if not for his self-restraint as a young master, he would have beaten the slimy and crooked male dogmen down the mountain.

Young Master Da Chang patted Rong Jiu’s head, offered a few comforting words, looked up awe-inspiringly: "Madam Wang, Life-Death Peak is a righteous sect, but Young Master Mo is despicable! Rong Jiu worked hard to make that money just to buy back his freedom. But Young Master Mo, not only did he abuse Rong Jiu, but he robbed him of his blood, sweat, and tears. Although my Chang family does not cultivate immortality and instead has done business affairs for generations, if your sect does not give us a satisfactory result today, we will make all of your lives harder in Bashu!"

Madam Wang panicked: "Ah. . . Don't get angry, Lord Chang, I, I. . ."

Mo Ran sneered internally. the Chang family were salt merchants with piles of money, but this great master can't even buy Rong Jiu's freedom, and he has to make Rong Jiu do it himself. This whole situation smelled pretty fishy, didn't it?

But he still smiled and said: "Ah, it turns out that Brother Da Chang is actually the son of a wealthy businessman in Yizhou. He is really generous. I have seen it, he's truly admirable."

The son of Da Chang had such an arrogant expression: "Huh, if you know where you rank then you should quickly get acquainted and deal with this. After taking Rong Jiu's things, you'd better hurry up and give it back."

Mo Ran smiled and said: "It's strange, Rong Jiu picks up so many customers every day. Why don't you blame others for taking your money?

"You!" Young Master Chang gritted his teeth and sneered, "Okay, fine! Madam Wang, as you can see, Young Master Mo is totally unreasonable and refuses to admit it, so I'm done arguing. You're in charge, and it's up to you to make a decision on this matter!"

Madam Wang knew nothing of these kinds of affairs, and she was so nervous at that moment that she kept sputtering: "I. . . A-Ran. . . Brother Meng. . ."

Xue Meng couldn't stand by and let his mother be flustered like this. He stood up and joined the conversation: "Young Master Chang Da, the leader of Life-Death Peak has strict disciplinary actions. If what you said is true, if Mo Ran really violated the mandates against greed and adultery, we will not let this go lightly. But there's only you're words. You say it was Mo Ran who stole, is there any evidence?"

Master Da Chang sneered: "I knew that your sect must have such high standards, so I rushed over here, and deliberately came to Madam Wang to confront her before Mo Ran came back."

He cleared his throat and said, "Listen well, Rong Jiu lost two units of pearls, ten ingots of gold, a pair of golden plum blossom bracelets, a pair of jade hairpieces, and a jade butterfly pendant. Just search him. If Mo Ran has these things on his person, you'll know whether I made false accusations or not."

Mo Ran retorted: "Why do you think you have the right to search me?"

"Hmph, I think you're just covering for your guilty conscience." The son of Chang arrogantly lifted his chin. "Madam Wang, how does Life-Death Peak punish the crimes of theft and debauchery?"

Madam Wang whispered: "This. . . sect affairs have always been my husband's responsibility. I really. . . don't know. . ."

"No, no. I don't think it's that Madam Wang doesn't know, but that she is instead deliberately trying to protect her nephew. Haha, I didn't expect Life-Death Peak to be such a filthy and corrupt place—"

"It's okay. My aunt said she doesn't know how to call the shots. You still not done bullying a woman?" Mo Ran had finally grown impatient and interrupted him. Even his carefree smile was beginning to grow smaller. He turned his face to stare at the pair of shifty characters.

"Okay, I'll let you search me. But, if you can't find anything, what will you do after all these slanderous accusations?"

"Then I'll apologize to Young Master Mo immediately."

"Alright." Mo Ran agreed very quickly. "But one thing, if you are wrong, to apologize, you have to get down on your knees and crawl down Life-Death Peak."

Seeing Mo Ran's confidence, the son of Da Chang who was originally full of confidence now couldn't help but have some doubts.

He had been envious of immortal cultivators since he was a child, but he never had the talent for it himself.

A few days ago, he heard that his old friend Rong Jiu actually earned the favour of Mo Ran, and the two made an agreement. Rong Jiu would find a chance to take away Mo Ran's cultivation base and Young Master Chang would buy Rong Jiu's freedom. Not only that, Rong Jiu would also be brought into the Chang household where he would be protected and could live a worry-free life.

Young Master Da Chang desired immortality, Rong Jiu lusted after money; the two had similar ambitions and they hit it off.

In his last life, Mo Ran had fallen for their scheme. He had settled it later, but he suffered a lot because of it. But in this life, the two had no leg to stand on. This time, Mo Ran had changed his attitude suddenly instead of acting standoffish. A few days ago, he had still been lying drunkenly in Rong Jiu's arms, or Jiu this or that. After screwing Rong Jiu twice this morning, he actually swept up Rong Jiu's belongings and ran away.

Young Master Da Chang was so angry that he dragged Rong Jiu to Life-Death Peak to fix this.

The salt merchant was a shady businessman, and he calculated that once Mo Ran was caught, Madam Wang would be forced to dissipate Mo Ran's cultivation base. For this reason, he brought a jade pendant to absorb the cultivation base especially for himself, ready to pick up some easy pickings and combine it with his own qi later.

But looking at Mo Ran acting like this, Young Master Chang hesitated.

Mo Ran was very shifty. He might have sold everything already, just waiting to pull the curtain over their eyes.

But after thinking about it, they'd already gotten this far. It would be a pity to give up now. Maybe this guy was just bluffing. . .

His head was still spinning with thoughts, but Mo Ran had begun to undress over there.

He happily removed his outer robe, casually throwing it to the side, and then smiled and made an inviting gesture: "You're welcome to start your search. Take your time."

After all this smack talk, except for some broken silver, there was nothing on his person, and Young Master Chang's face changed.

"How is this possible! You must be trying to fool us!"

Mo Ran squinted his purple-tinted eyes, touched his chin, and said: "You have searched my outer robe ten times, and you have touched my whole body seven or eight times. All that's left to do is to strip naked. Are you still not giving this up?"

"Mo Ran, you—"

Mo Ran suddenly realized: "Ah, I understand. Da Chang, was this all because you find me attractive? You made this whole spectacle just to take advantage of me and sneak a touch in, right?"

Young Master Da Chang was close to passing out. He pointed at Mo Ran, unable to even say anything, his face flushed. On the sidelines, Xue Meng had already endured this for long enough. Although he couldn't understand Mo Ran's actions, Mo Ran was a disciple of Life-Death Peak, and they wouldn't tolerate humiliation by outsiders.

Xue Meng stepped forward unceremoniously. He raised his hand and folded Da Chang's finger backwards. He cried angrily: "I accompany you for half a night and it was all for nothing more than a rouse?!"

Da Chang cried in pain, holding his finger: "You, how could you! You must be in on it! No wonder those things can't be found on Mo Ran, you must have hidden it for him. Take off your clothes as well. I will search you as well!"

Someone dared to order him to undress?! Xue Meng suddenly erupted in rage: "Shameless! You think your dog's paws are worthy of touching even the hem of these clothes? Get out!"

The young master had all spoken so the servants who had been patient for a long time in Danxin Hall immediately swarmed up and blasted the two mortals who were unable to fight back down the mountain.

Da Chang’s anger could be heard from far away: "Mo Ran, this isn't over! We still have unfinished business together!"

Mo Ran stood outside Danxin Hall, looking into the night. His eyes squinted and he smiled, "I'm so scared~."

Xue Meng gave him a cold look: "What are you afraid of?"

Mo Ran said sincerely: "He sells salt. I'm afraid I won't be able to buy salt in the future."

". . ."

Xue Meng was speechless for a moment, and then asked: "You truly didn't screw the prostitute?"

"I truly didn't."

"You truly didn't steal anything?"

"I truly didn't."

Xue Meng snorted coldly: "I don't believe you."

Mo Ran raised his hand and smiled: "If I'm lying, let the heavens strike me down."

Xue Meng suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Mo Ran's arm. Mo Ran stared at him: "What are you doing?" Xue Meng snorted, and quickly read a quick incantation. With the sound of small plinking on the ground, a few soybean-sized beads slipped out of Mo Ran's sleeves and fell to the ground.

Xue Meng's palm filled with spiritual power, and he waved it over the beads. The beads gleamed and grew larger and larger, and finally became a pile of jewellery, plum blossom bracelets, jade earrings; piles of gold treasures laid all over the floor.

Mo Ran: ". . . We're both disciples together, so why make a scene?"

Xue Meng's face was gloomy: "Mo Weiyu, you are so shameless."

"Haha."

Xue Meng said angrily: "No one is laughing with you!"

Mo Ran sighed: "It's not like I'm going to cry."

Xue Meng grimaced and said, "That's how you use Life-Death Peak's concealing technique?"

"Well, we all must learn and apply."

Xue Meng was angry again: "The dog that sells salt was annoying, so I kept my composure in front of him. I didn't want to give you a lecture with him there. But that dog was right. If you commit the mandate of stealing, fornication, and bringing about disorder, you would be disciplined regardless of the sect!"

Mo Ran wasn't intimidated, and smiled: "What are you going to do? When your uncle comes back, will you complain to him?"

He was not afraid. His uncle spoiled him to death. All that would happen was he would say a few harsh words. He was never willing to beat him.

Xue Meng turned around and swept away the dishevelled hair that was blown out by the night wind. His eyes gleamed with pride in the dark night.

"Dad? No, Dad went to Kunlun, I'm afraid he won't be back in a month or two."

Mo Ran's smile froze, and suddenly there was an ominous feeling. He suddenly thought of someone.

But--

If he were there, it would have been him who received Da Chang in Danxin Hall tonight, not Madam Wang, who could only get out three questions.

That person. . . should be away. . .

Xue Meng saw the fear in his eyes, and his contemptuous arrogance became more obvious.

"Dad spoils you, but isn't there someone who doesn't dote on you here at Life-Death Peak?"

Mo Ran slowly backed up a few steps and forced a smile: "Cousin, it's already so late. Let's not disturb the old man's peace and quiet. I know it was wrong. I won't do this again, does that sound good? Go back to your room and rest, hehe, you look so tired."

After he finished talking, he quickly slipped away.

This must be a joke! Xue Meng was way too vicious!

Now that he wasn't Lord TaXian, or the emperor of the Mortal Realm, how could he risk running into that person? If that person knew that he had stolen something, and also solicited a prostitute, he might break his legs on the spot! If he didn't run now, he wouldn't get another chance!

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#the husky and his white cat shizun #the husky and his white cat shizun translation #english translation #chinese bl #chinese novel #yaoi novel #mo ran #chu wanning

[elaryssue]

Another crazy theory

HEYYYY....

After reading lot of posts declaring this chapter feels like a goodbye from HT or at least the begining of Tianshan's separation. I think it's theory time for good.

A change of attitude and She Li conflict during or after the show.

What if things get a little smoother for Tianshan? I think MGS would try giving the guitar back to HT or at least suggest so. But being unable to do that he will decide to compensate him in other way, beggining to be nicer to him, more open minded with his requests and maybe even accepting taking guitar lessons from him.

So the boys start spending time together, developing their "friendship" and then the show happens finely. But all these time She Li has been planning his revenge as the antagonist he is.

However these event might not be a simple fight between a bunch of middle schoolers. I think She Li is smart enough to know that confronting HT is dumb. So what if he takes advantage of the confusion, loudness and "stuff" from the show for his win?

It seems like this would be an important event for the school. I don't know a lot about Chinese education system but I think they utterly care about discipline, so causing problems during a school's event and maybe even damaging school property sounds unacceptable.

Getting spelled?!! And parallelisms from then and now

HT and MGS might win a conflict against She Li, but can they against school? I have three scenarios in mind:

HT tries getting all the blame on himself protecting MGS. But as teachers and students have him in a golden chair, as well as how powerful his family is, them would put all their blame on MGS. In the worst escenario he may get transfered. However this could be the best excuse for HT's father to take him to "study abroad", finally getting him into the family's business.

2. MGS doesn't let HT do so and instead takes all the blame on himself but drowning She Li with him. Many people talk about HT leaving, but what if is really MGS the one who leaves instead? This event may not stop HT from leaving in the future but it will be the start of their separation anyway. HT's protected MGS many times. With the rest of the boys when he was acussed of abusing a girl and then fighting She Li, scaping from the debt collectors, the landscape, the gifts and his support...

We know MGS is a proud person who hated owning others. So he may think that even is he is grateful for all they, especially HT have done for him, it's time to take responsibility because She Li is his problem, he might think that at the end, he wouldn't even go to high school anyway.

3. Both escenarios happening, explaining why even though they were food friends, HT and MGS don't got mentioned in ZZX's story at the begining of the comic. (and yes, I know maybe they hadn't even been planned in the story to appear yet, but after many years of that escene, Old Xian could take advantage of the concept).

What we have been waiting for?

Goodbyes are always kind of sad. But things between MGS and HT have improved a lot to this point. So I think between the end of the show and their separation there is plenty of spaces for some things to be a little settled. MGS might finally So I think between the end of the show and their separation there is plenty of spaces for some things to be a little settled. MGS might finally swallow his pride, let his guard down, reunite his willpower and kiss HT??!! As a effimere gift to compensate him for everything, ending it with something like: "now I don't own you anything" or "this is my answer" in an ambiguous way (I'd die to see a shocked HT reacting to this) this would also be a good way for MGS to replace that traumatic first experience with something meanful for both of them. Like an speechless promise that there is opportunity for something more in the future, even though HT may disappear for a while, MGS said he will remember him the rest of his life and he knows HT will support him in whatever he loves to do.

Uff, I've spent the morning writing about fictional characters instead of doing homework but anyway... I know this sounds like a headcanon instead, but things haven't been that angsty recently, polemic yes, angsty not really, and how people say: after the calm, comes the storm".

To light this last comment, may we be getting something like this in coming chapters 👀?

#19 days #manhua #mo guan shan #bl comic #he tian #tianshan #old xian #Theory

[one-boring-person]

Just A Babysitter. (Part Three)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: theft, some blood imagery, some mentioned drug use, fluff (some)

Context: This part revolves around Michael's first night with the boys, which (Y/n) partakes in.

A/N: I felt like I should post this to make up for the short one I posted earlier, so enjoy!

Part One, Part Two , Part Four , Part Five , Part Six , Part Seven , Part Eight

A strong reek of motor oil hangs over us as we linger on the Boardwalk, waiting for Star to finally rejoin us, the boys restless again, though each for different reasons. None of them have said more than a few words to me since last night, though one of the things they did tell me is that I have to stay with them all night, which annoys me to no end. The silent treatment is also a little tedious and frustrating, but at least it gives me time to think without being interrupted by Paul's constant jokes and pranks, or David's weighted questions, not to mention Marko's sweet yet sometimes irritating habit of making comments in my ear about random people passing by. Out of all of them, the only one acting vaguely normal to me is Dwayne, who treats me with the same quiet friendliness he treats nearly everyone in the group.

"Isn't that her?" Marko suddenly speaks up, pointing to a spot not too far from us.

Following his line of sight, I manage to spot the half-vampire weaving through the crowd with a familiar brunette on her tail: Michael. The boy seems to have bought himself a new leather jacket, probably to appeal more to his intended audience of one, Star, sauntering along behind her with some confidence as they converse together amicably, laughing with one another in response to some joke I can't hear, but the others can. David's jaw seems to clench a bit as he watches them, Paul and Marko smirking at each other as if they know something we don't, Dwayne leaning back a bit to whisper something to Laddie, who is perched on the back of his motorcycle once more. He rode with me on the way up, but quickly swapped when Star told him to do so, though he was clearly a little reluctant to do as he was told.

"Let's go." The blonde leader commands us, expecting us to follow him as he kicks his bike into gear, allowing Marko and Paul to take the lead, followed by Dwayne and then me, though it is obvious by the way he instantly moves his bike next to mine that I won't be a major part of this conversation. Loudly, we pull up in front of Michael as he goes to help Star onto his red motorcycle, the brunette's eyes widening at our sudden appearance, flicking his gaze between us until it lands on me. I smile in greeting, sitting back on my own Triumph as David makes a show of asserting his dominance, trying not to show how much it bothers me.

"Where you going, Star?" The vampire questions, tone neutral for now, though it will likely become harsher very soon.

"For a ride." She responds, trying to turn her back on us, as I have many times in the past.

"Let's go." Michael says to her, voice quieter than it was last night, though this is likely just because he wants to impress the girl trying to get on his motorbike with him.

Obviously, David can't let this slide.

"Star." This time, his voice is laced with authority and suggestion, his icy blue eyes watching her pointedly.

A low laugh emanates from the boys as the half-vampire gives in, climbing onto David's motorcycle with him, but not after making a show of dragging her hand over his chest with her eyes fixed on mine. Rolling my eyes, I zip up my jacket again, knowing that we'll be taking the wild ride home tonight, just to show off.

"You know where Hudson's Bluff is, overlooking the Point?" David inquires, raising an eyebrow at Michael as a downcast expression makes its way onto his face.

"I can't beat your bike." Michael confesses, hands tightening nervously around the handlebars.

"You don't have to beat me, Michael. You just have to try and keep up." With that, he revs his engine and puts the motorcycle into drive, speeding off the Boardwalk and onto the beach with a startled cry from Star, followed swiftly by the others. I take off after them, leading the way for Michael to chase me, grunting when the impact with the beach winds me, reminding me that I need to get the suspension on my motorbike fixed. Behind me, I hear the tell tale sound of Michael hitting the sand, his bike quickly catching up to us as we hurtle over the beach towards the cave, Paul and Marko weaving in and out of my path as we continue on, exhilarated whoops leaving them as they ramp up the speed.

Despite the thrill, I ride the entire way with a grim expression on my face, knowing Michael is unlikely to survive the night without being encouraged to join the boys - and from the impression I get of him, I know he won't refuse their insistence. I briefly break the facade when Laddie calls to me under the peer, his voice high over the howling wind in my ears, reassuring him that I'm still here, as well as letting the others know I haven't run off from them again. A curse escapes me when I recognise the small ridge the boys enjoy springing off of looming up, my own bike often struggling to follow them over it. Determined not to be outdone by a newcomer, I put my foot on the gas and pop off the top of it, overtaking Paul and Dwayne with a loud roar of the engine, a dry smirk making its way onto my face when Paul protests loudly, revving his own engine so he can catch up again. As usual, this begins a small race between us, one which he will undoubtedly win, even though I try my best to out do him each time.

Sitting lower on the bike, I push the accelerator up again until it reaches its highest, a shriek of exhilaration finally leaving me at the pure speed that follows, the uneven ground beneath me causing the motorbike to leave the ground a few times. To my left, Paul calls out teasing encouragement, goading me on to push the limit again, though I can already see the edge of the cliff approaching, so to up the speed further would be suicide. He might be able to survive a trip off the edge, but I certainly won't, which is why I have to pull up short when I get in range of the precipice.

"One more win for me! What's the score now, like a hundred to zero?" The triumphant vampire floats as he stops closer to the edge, sending me a proud grin as I flip him off, breathless but smiling, too, my mood having brightened considerably.

"Shut up, Paul."

A laugh leaves us both before we're interrupted by Michael and David pulling up a little way away, the former skidding on his bike as he overshoots the turn, falling to the floor with a grunt. The latter smirks down at him, a chuckle threatening to escape his lips even as Star looks on with worry. Dismounting, the rest of us approach them, quickening our pace in alarm when Michael lunges for our leader, punching him straight across the face. Anger flares up in me at the newcomer's boldness, quickly joining in with the boys as they go to hold him back, only to stop when we see David's reaction, my eyebrow raising a little at the cunning smirk he is carrying.

"...just you!" I finally tune into what Michael is saying, rolling my eyes at his stupidity, hanging back behind the boys with Laddie as I try to stop myself from laughing.

"How far you willing to go, Michael?" David challenges the brunette, features sharpened in the harsh white light from the lighthouse just offshore.

Confused, Michael can only watch as we hide our bikes and make our way down onto the steps leading to the cave, following behind David as we enter the sunken hotel. Immediately, I head over to my usual spot in the corner: a dusty old armchair covered in my notebooks, comics and other useless trinkets I've picked up, or been given, over the years. Plonking myself down, I busy myself with one of the sketchbooks sitting on the arm, taking a pencil and starting a rough sketch of the hotel interior, one of many. Marko approaches me as David begins his spiel about the history of the hotel and that, a pigeon held gently in his hand, the other stroking it as carefully as possible, a small smile gracing his lips.

"What're you doing?" He asks me, leaning over me to see the page, chuckling a little when I lift it to my chest to hide it out of instinct.

"Drawing." I reply, the corners of my lips twitching up into a smile at Marko's eyeroll, sitting up to get a closer look at the pigeon, "May I?"

The young vampire's smile broadens and he nods, holding the pigeon out to me in offering, allowing me to run a finger over its soft head, the bird chirping as it wriggles a bit in his grip.

"Marko! Food!" David's voice suddenly interrupts us, drawing a small groan of irritation from the vampire in question.

"Want me to come with?" I offer, putting aside the sketchbook as I stand up, stumbling over a fallen comic.

"If you want to." He accepts, releasing the pigeon with a flurry of feathers as he and I climb back out of the cave and into the cooling night air.

"One bike, or two?" I muse, looking over at him in curiosity.

"Two, and we race there." Marko grins, heading over to the hiding spot where we keep them, wheeling his out and waiting for me to do the same.

"Oh, you're on. Where to?" I agree, swiftly accompanying him on the road and pulling on my gloves, shivering a little in the cool wind blowing up from the sea.

"The Chinese place." He decides, starting his engine.

"Sure. On the count of three?" I do the same, adjusting my grip on the handlebars as I prepare myself to race.

"Sure."

"One..." I begin, sitting lower in the seat.

"Two..." He continues, sending a smirk over at me as he revs the engine loudly.

"Thr-" I start to finish, only to catch a mouthful of dust as Marko takes off, drawing a protest from me. In seconds, I've recovered from the shock, thundering after him at the highest speed I'll risk this close to the edge of the cliff, quickly catching up to him with my minorly faster bike. On sand, the Triumph struggles to keep up with their lighter motorctcles, but on roads? Now that's a fight I can win.

Cries of excitement leave us, mingling with the growling of the engines, both of us yelling friendly insults at each other as we turn corners and weave in and out of the thin traffic, my motorbike quickly taking a good position a little way ahead of him. Pride in the vehicle fills me, though I don't let myself get arrogant, upping the speed once more in order to stay ahead, lowering myself in the seat to increase my aerodynamic stance, grinning deliriously to myself as the wind rushes through my hair and clothes, only adding to the exhilaration. Around me, the few other road users call out words of protest and anger at my reckless driving, one car even swerving completely to avoid me when I accidentally take up a place on the wrong side of the road. By the time the lights of Santa Carla come into view, my heartbeat is already at it's highest, tears forming in my eyes at the barrage of air attacking them.

Luckily, the Chinese is just outside the beach town, so there's no need for me to adjust my speed to a pedestrian friendly one when I approach the restaurant, the bike even skidding as I pull up in the parking lot outside, the brakes complaining at the sharp application even as a mother and daughter do the same, the former mentioning something about unruly teens before directing her ten year old away from me. I'm pleased to see that I'm the first here, glad that I've finally won a race against one of the boys after all these years of trying, a burst of pride and triumph filling me as I watch Marko enter the area a few minutes later, a large grin on his face.

"Damn, that bike is fast." The young vampire compliments, reaching out to clap me on the shoulder as he comes to a halt beside me. Climbing off, we make our way into the takeaway restaurant, Marko slinging his arm around my shoulders affectionately as we go, giving me a pointed look when a blush creeps onto my cheeks, his sweet scent clouding my nose briefly until we enter the restaurant itself, at which point all I can smell is food, which makes me hungry.

Going to the front, we order a few things, mostly rice and noodles, and wait for them to make it up. As we do so, I lean up to whisper in his ear.

"We paying for this one, or?"

"I don't know, should we?" Comes the reply, both of us exchanging a secretive glance, "How fast do you feel tonight?"

A mischievous grin makes its way onto my face at his words, my pulse instantly picking up at the idea.

"Very."

"Good." He responds, smirking at me.

For a couple more minutes, we wait for them to prepare the food, before going up to collect it with a neutral expression on our faces. I reach into my pocket for one of the fake notes we tend to carry around, just as a decoy, handing it to the poor worker with a polite smile, taking the food and leaving the restaurant with some speed. As we emerge, we break into a sprint, racing to our bikes and quickly starting them up as the owner bursts through the doors, screaming at us to stop. Giggling to ourselves, we speed off, the food secure on the back of our bikes, trying to get as far away from there as we can before the police are called on us, though it is very unlikely that they will catch us. Triumphant laughs and calls escape us as we hurtle down the road, keeping an eye on our tails to make sure we're not followed, and that the food is still there, making our way home with considerable speed, once again avoiding all the traffic possible. Dust flies up around us as we turn onto the smaller road leading up to the Bluff, a surprised yelp erupting from my lips when my motorbike skids on the dirt, nearly sending me flying over the handlebars, though I manage to hold on with as much strength as I can muster. Just ahead of me,  Marko looks back to see if I'm still in one piece, his momentary worry fading into amusement at the look on my face, my pulse having picked up considerably from my near-accident. As we approach the head of the cliff, his smirk still hasn't faded, it has only grown, finding it funny that the traction on the bike very nearly got me badly injured. Upon stopping, he starts his small comments, pestering me as we make our way back down into the cave.

"Feeding time! Come get it, boys." The vampire announces, chucking the boxes of takeaway at the others before handing me a pot of noodles, allowing me to retake my seat in the corner.

"Chinese. Good choice." David acknowledges, taking two from Marko and opening the first, offering it to Michael, who is sat across from his wheelchair. The brunette declines, to which David responds with his usual wit, "You don't like rice? Tell me, Michael, how can a billion Chinese people be wrong? Come on."

The others laugh at David's words as Michael grudgingly takes the pot, starting to eat as the rest of us do, looking up with confusion when David begins to play his first trick.

"How are those maggots?" He asks nonchalantly, looking inquiringly at his target. Instantly, I know he's decided to use his mind tricks.

When Michael fails to reply, David tries again.

"Maggots, Michael, you're eating maggots. How do they taste?"

At his words, Michael looks back down at his food, quickly throwing it on the floor and spitting the contents of his mouth at it, trying to clean it out. A laugh erupts from the coven of vampires at the brunette's expense, a dry smirk creeping onto my face at the confused expression on Michael's, Star scolding them a little.

"Sorry, no hard feelings, huh?" David apologises, picking at the pot of noodles in his own gloved hands, "You like noodles?"

"They're worms..." Michael states, rolling his eyes a little at the joke.

"What do you mean they're worms?" David says, shovelling a few noodles into his mouth in his usual messy fashion, returning his icy blue gaze back to Michael as he chews, "They're only noodles, Michael."

In disbelief, Michael snatches the pot away from him, picking some up with the chopsticks to inspect them, looking incredulous as they turn out to be inanimate, rather than alive. Another laugh escapes the group until Star butts in from her position a little way behind them.

"Leave him alone."

I try to fight the eyeroll that threatens to leave me, biting my lip when I see David call Marko over, whispering something in his ear. My eyes follow the young vampire as he goes to fetch the familiar jewelled bottle for his leader, handing it to him almost reverently. Having been given it, David opens it and takes a sip, shuddering at the metallic taste that accompanies it, before offering it to Michael.

"Drink, Michael, be one of us." The vampire encourages, smirking a bit at the brunette as he takes it, sniffing it. By now, Star has moved to stand behind him, looking nervous as hell, even though Michael's choice will not affect her in any way.

"You don't have to," She argues, speaking directly into his ear, "It's blood."

Michael scoffs, giving her a quick "Yeah, sure" as the boys start to chant his name, encouraging him to drink, whooping and cheering when he does, taking a long drag from the bottle before pulling away.

"BRAVO!" David calls out, ordering Marko to start pushing him around in the wheelchair as the others start to get excited, Paul swiftly lighting what is probably his fourth joint of the night to add to his buzzed state, Dwayne carrying a smile as he parades around with them. Sighing, I busy myself in my pot of food, picking up my sketchbook once more and carrying on with my previous drawing, knowing this will be a boy's night, preparing myself for yet more babysitting duties.

The hours drag on, the boys becoming more and more active as the night wears on, each of them drinking huge amounts of alcohol and smoking large amounts of cannabis and tobacco, ignoring the fact that Star and Laddie are trying to sleep in their beds. The former eventually manages this, but the latter struggles, coming over to me after around two hours to sit with me, watching the boys mess around, as well as me draw, holding himself close to me as if to keep himself safe - he might like the boys, but his trust in them is yet to become a steady thing. Somehow, he drifts off in my arms, causing me to stop sketching and hold him instead, rocking him a little to keep him asleep, which is where the boys find me when they finally decide to take the party elsewhere.

"We're going to the bridge, want to come?" Paul announces, shooting me a guilty look when I hush him, gesturing to the sleeping child in my arms.

"Sure, let me drop this one off in his bed first, then I'll be up." I agree, carefully standing and taking Laddie over to the cot the boys (I) prepared for him when they first came to us, tucking him in before stepping over to leave the cave, following the boys up and out.

As I emerge, I decide to myself that I don't want to ride by myself, so I go over to Paul with obvious intent, smiling thankfully at him when he lets me take a seat behind him. Doing so, I wrap my arms around his waist, holding on tightly when he and the rest of them take off, riding in formation with David at the front, though only after he gives me an odd look, most likely expecting me to ask him for a ride, even though he hasn't said more than two words to me all night.

The journey to the bridge isn't long, especially not at the speed the boys are going at, a small sense of regret welling up in me at Paul's particularly reckless driving, wishing I'd chosen someone safer instead. He seems happy enough that I chose him, though, so I sit tight and deal with it, wondering who'll take me home after this little show the boys have planned. As we approach, I'm quick to get off and pull off the gloves I forgot to remove earlier, wiping my sticky hands on my jeans so they won't slip off the bars of the bridge. As Paul dismounts, he throws himself onto my back, almost pushing me over with his sudden weight, a giggle escaping him as I grunt in surprise, my hands flying to grasp at the arms he has thrown around my neck.

"Jesus, Paul, you're heavy as hell!" I protest, wriggling out from underneath him as we step onto the train tracks running across the bridge.

"Hey, I'm not that weighty!" He laughs, quieting when Michael speaks up.

"What's going on?" He asks David, the platinum blonde throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"Michael wants to know what's going on." The boys chuckle at his words, though I don't, still trying my best to brace my muscles in preparation for the hang that will soon follow, "Marko, what's going on?"

David's voice is laced with sarcasm and heavy emphasis, drawing yet another laugh from the group.

"I don't know, what's going on, Paul?" Marko replies, grinning behind Dwayne's shoulder at us.

"Who wants to know?" Paul inquires, laughing with us as I finally crack a smile, their teasing amusing to me as it always has been.

"Michael wants to know!" Marko confirms again, stepping up onto the edge of the bridge as we come to a halt in the centre.

"I think we should tell Michael what's going on." David says suggestively, giving Marko a pointed look.

With one last smirk, Marko steps off the edge, looking down as he goes.

"Bombs awayyyyyy..." His voice trails off as he drops, as if he's fallen to the bottom, though I know full well he hasn't.

Paul goes next, letting out one of his odd noises as he goes. Dwayne follows, and then David steps up as if he's forgotten I'm here.

"Come with us, Michael." He says before stepping off as well, the brunette turning to me with a worried expression. I can only shrug as I step up, dropping off the edge with a wry smile.

For a second, I feel weightless, before I feel an arm grab hold of me, pulling me against their chest. Instinctively, I wrap my own arms around their neck, looking up at them to find David smirking down at me. Thanking him, I allow him to use his superior strength to lift me up a little, letting me grab hold of an overhanging bar, only releasing me when I have a firm, comfortable grip on it. I laugh nervously as I start to swing with the others, trying to avoid Marko and Paul as they take part in their usual kicking antics, Dwayne grinning across at me widely.

"Michael Emerson! Come on down!" David taunts up at Michael as the brunette finally realises we're all safe (ish), blue eyes piercing into each other.

Finally, he decides to join us, the rest of us greeting him with cheer of our own, allowing ourselves to swing for a little while before I hear the tell tale sounds of a train approaching, and not a light one, either. Adjusting my grip on the cold bar, I try to roll my cramping muscles a bit in time for the heavy vehicle to pass overhead, the metal structure of the bridge shaking under its weight, our bodies vibrating with the shuddering surface above us. Around me, the boys - barring Michael - whoop and cry out in exhilaration, their muscles much more capable of holding on than our human ones, their words distorted under the hooting and chugging of the engine above us, though it is clear when David yells at Michael to hold on. A quiet voice in the back of my head wants to speak up and ask what else he's supposed to do, but I ignore it, instead focusing on the hanging vampires surrounding me, grinning when Paul decides he's going to be the first to go. I don't catch what he says as he allows his hand to slip from the bar, crying out in mock terror as the fog swallows his lanky body, Michael's eyes widening in panic as his newfound friend meets his apparent demise. Marko goes next, though once again, I don't quite hear him as he opens his mouth to speak, my concentration now turning to the aching in my arms, my muscles starting to shake violently as they struggle to hold my body weight up. Sweat beads on my forehead despite the icy air around us, my hands becoming clammy and slippery around the smooth bar in their grip, my palms sliding on the metal, dangerously. I don't notice Dwayne has dropped until he's gone, the dark haired vampire shooting me a reassuring look as he vanishes into the mist. On my other side, I hear David shouting at Michael again, his voice just audible over the pounding above us.

"Michael, you're one of us! Let go!" The vampire encourages, most likely giving the brunette one of his signature grins.

"And do what?!" Michael calls back, incredulously, terror evident in his eyes. At this point, the adrenaline in me at the thought of falling, voluntarily, has made my pulse spike, my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I watch David let go, the black-clad vampire falling into the fog in silence, as usual.

"DAVID!" Michael screams after him, eyes wide and panic-stricken.

The train finally passes by, the new silence eerie until the familiar whoops and cries of the boys below us start to float up from the mist, once more reassuring me. Across from me, Michael tries one last time to pull himself up onto the bridge, before he looks at me.

"What do we do?" He questions, voice laced with fear.

"Let go." I confirm, giving him the most ressuring look I can, though I know it's still daunting to him, and me, even if I have done this many times before, "On three, ok?"

He nods, wincing as his muscles start to hurt him, just as mine are.

"One..." I start, eyeing him carefully, "Two..."

As I reach this, he let's out a groan of terror, fixing his eyes on me.

"Three..." I finish, allowing my hands to release their grip on the bar as I say this, the weightlessness of the freezing air around me only adding to the adrenaline racing through me, a giddy shriek of excitement ripping from my throat as we fall. Spreading my arms, I use them to slow the descent, knowing one of the boys will catch me, Michael unaware of this fact as he screams the whole way down, clearly not enjoying the experience at all. Eventually, they cut out; by which time I've stopped paying attention to him, relishing in the sensation of the wind howling around my body as it tumbles through it, the cold barely registering in my mind.

Just as I start to think the boys will let me fall to my death, I feel my body suddenly stop, a pair of strong arms halting me in my path, the impact drawing a grunt from me as the air is knocked from my lungs.

"Gotcha, Princess." Dwayne's familiar voice sounds in my ear as he pulls me into his chest, smiling gently down at me as the floating vampire notices my exhausted state.

"Thanks, Dwayne..." I murmur, trying to recover from the fall as best I can, a breathless laugh leaving me when he grins in response.

"Of course."

Panting a bit, I allow my head to fall into his chest, my arms looping around his neck so I can hold on with more safety, breathing in his familiar scent: motor oil, dust and cologne, the dark haired vampire often preferring not to reek of his meal's blood when around other people. Sighing, I let myself relax as I feel the air around me shift, signalling Dwayne's ascent to the bridge, my attention now fully on holding onto the tall vampire as I try my hardest not to give in to my sudden exhaustion. I barely notice as he takes me to his motorcycle, the boys all joking around us, David carrying Michael's limp body briefly before passing it on to Marko, who looks swamped by the taller boy's frame, the blonde rolling his eyes when his burden lets out a small groan in his blacked-out state, sweat still coating his pale brow. Gently, Dwayne props me up on his bike, climbing on in front of me and allowing me to wrap my arms around his waist, chuckling when I squeeze his muscular torso in thanks again. Energy dwindling, I feel my head fall forwards onto his shoulder, grunting when the motorcycle sparks into gear, the sudden noise jolting me briefly from my trance-like state, causing me to tighten my grip a little, hoping to secure myself better.

Dwayne drives slowly, Marko doing the same beside us as he provides a taxi service for the passed-out Michael, the two vampires conversing as they ride, voices only just audible to my human hearing, though I can barely make out what they're saying. My eyes remain fixed on the crimson tail lights of our companions a little way away, the bright dots bouncing and jolting as the corresponding bikes go over uneven parts of the ground below them, the two drivers calling out encouragement at each other, most likely racing one another. A smile forms on my lips at the sight of them, even if I can't technically see them, my former anger at them mostly forgotten for the minute; instead, I'm just happy to be with them, realising how grateful I am to them after all they've done for me. With this in mind, I decide to pay a visit to Santa Carla tomorrow night, whilst they're feeding, to think up some way to repay them.

Just as I figure this out, I feel Dwayne's motorcycle come to a halt, meaning we've reached home, a relieve sigh escaping me at the prospect of finally going to bed after this long night. As the engines cut out around me, I feel another pair of arms lift me up off the bike, cradling me against their chest as they start to move with me. A quick glance up confirms this person to be David, the blonde vampire catching my eye with a soft smile as he takes me down into the cave, the rest of the boys - except Marko, who has gone to drop off Michael and his motorcycle - trailing along behind him, both equally as glad as I am that their leader finally forgave me. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his jacket, enjoying the smell that lingers around him, even if it does have the same sour odour I've come to associate with blood, the fabric of the garment making a comfortable headrest for me.

Minutes later, the feeling of my jacket and boots being tugged off makes it's way known, before quickly being replaced with the relieving sensation of a bed below me. Cracking my eyes back open again, I notice the boys standing around me, an unsure look on Paul's face as he twitches, itching to join me, the other two giving me more intent stares. I lift my arms up, gesturing for them to join me in the large bed, even if it is only for an hour or so, sighing happily when they all slip in beside me, David swiftly pulling me to lay in the crook of his arm, my head on his chest, whilst Dwayne moves to my other side, resting his head on my shoulder contentedly. Paul, as always, takes up his place in between my legs, placing his head on my abdomen as his hands move to hold my hips, pulling them closer to him as he lets out a groan of appreciation. Hazily, I feel a blush start to creep into my face as David starts to caress my hair, Dwayne tracing his fingers up and down my side comfortingly as Paul continues to rub circles into the skin of my hips, the attention from them all making me rethink my former inhibitions.

I fall asleep to the reassuring motions of the boys' affection, feeling as safe as I've ever been.

Part Four

#david(thelostboys) #joel schumacher #the lost boys #vampire #dwayne(the lost boys) #kiefer sutherland #marko(the lost boys) #paul(the lost boys) #star(the lost boys) #laddie(the lost boys)

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Rewriting The CW's Kung Fu, Part 9: Reflections and Moving Forward

And we have reached the end of our Kung Fu journey. If you haven't seen where we began, here's a handy guide to the previous posts:

Part 1: The Characters

Part 2: The Pilot

Part 3: The Mythology

Part 4: The Story Map

Part 5: Act I

Part 6: Act II

Part 7: Act III

Part 8: The Finale

Before I start with the lessons I learned and my other reflections, I want to thank @flailingbloo for all of her help and support in this endeavor. Without her to talk to and commiserate with, I would probably have gotten stuck in Act II forever and everything I've written would've been riddled with spelling errors and grammatical mistakes. So my eternal gratitude to flailingbloo. And now, we begin:

Lessons.

Going into this writing exercise, I already knew it was going to be hard. Writing stories is time-consuming, it's nerve-wracking, and it takes a lot of research...and patience. Writing, especially for television, is also not a solitary task. I mean, sure, the writing itself needs to be done alone--but everything that comes before, during, and after the writing needs input from so many people.

Although I have a lot (and I mean A LOT) of complaints about how The CW's Kung Fu was handled and written, I do have a lot of respect for the work that the writers put into their scripts. And I do appreciate all that they have done to have a show like this produced.

Doing this rewrite, I learned that it's really important to make the main character likeable. Like, every episode I broke down, I had to ask myself: is Nicky likeable here? Is she someone who viewers would want to root for? Like, for me she is, but only people who read what I wrote can say for sure. My perspective is now a bit skewered because I have bias.

Second, story maps are very helpful. There were times, especially during Part 6 (where I wrote breakdowns for Episodes 6 to 9) where I kept getting road-blocked by where I want the story to go. So I went back to the story map over and over again, to remind myself--where does the story itself need to go? How do I help the characters get to the point where they're ready for what needs to happen? (This is also where flailingbloo helped the most for me. Like, she really reminded me why I was doing this rewrite in the first place. Because I care about Nicky and the show. I wouldn't have funneled so much of my time and effort into this if I didn't.)

Another thing I learned, or rather re-learned, is the art of letting go. I created the character of Stanley to recur throughout the series as a reminder of who Nicky was and who she is becoming. And then I finished writing the first act without even mentioning him. By the second act, I was ready to use him finally--but, after multiple false starts, I realized Stanley was one of the reasons why I was having a hard time pushing Nicky's story forward. Because I kept trying to go back to the past. So I decided in the writing of the second act to shelve Stanley completely, only to find him popping up in the second to last episode in a, at least I hope, more organic way.

The last thing I learned in this exercise was that, whenever a new character needs to come in, I have to look at my existing characters first to see if any one of them can fulfill the role I needed for the story. Like, creating new villains for Nicky was fun, sure--but, at the same time, I realized that there were already existing villains that could recur. Like the Triad, who played villains in two more episodes after the pilot; and Henry's martial arts class at the community center became the source of two existing storylines from the actual show.

Reflections.

Do I think what my rewrite is better than the show? To me, yes. But, again, I am very biased. That said, I am proud of how I utilized the characters that the show created and didn't really give much importance to. Dennis, when he was introduced, felt like a rich character that could provide a very different point-of-view from the Shen siblings--but he was mostly relegated to being eye-candy. And I thought I gave him more meat by making him more involved in Althea's sexual harassment storyline, while also involving him in Nicky's stories.

That said, I also realize that I wasn't able to play up Nicky and Evan's past relationship as I was writing the episodic breakdowns. I was able to give them a lot of opportunities to explore their chemistry together, as I did with Nicky and Henry, but I kind of dropped the ball as a writer on guiding those planted moments into something more significant. Granted, I only wrote breakdowns and not actual scripts. Maybe I could've explored the romance angle more with a little sprinkle of direction and dialogue.

As I went deeper into the rewrite, I do see how easy it is to fall in love with characters as you write them. It's very easy to trap yourself into wanting villains to be more well-rounded. I keep having to remind myself that I don't have to redeem everyone. Just Nicky. Which became harder and harder as I went further and further into the story.

Another thing that became difficult as I went on? Keeping the mythology from just bursting open. That's how Henry, as I wrote him, evolved into becoming the son of a guardian--just so there's a reason for him to be so invested in Nicky's quest, while also having someone who can explain things to our main character. I'm actually really proud of that evolution.

All that said, I also have to recognize that I rewrote the show with the benefit of hindsight and the lack of budget constraints. In the real show, there's a group of writers who each have their own ideas of what the show should be. (This is where a head writer--not a show runner--would come in handy, so they could reel in the story to what needs to be told.) With more writers comes more chances for inconsistencies to happen. (And this is where a script supervisor, or a writing assistant, could come in handy.) And then there's production notes and budget. Not to mention, you know, the whole pandemic that's still happening. I didn't have to think about those things while doing this rewrite.

So, again, I want to give the writers kudos to actually producing scripts. I hope they haven't lost their minds--or their will to write--just because there are people like me who nitpick at everything. That's what people who love things do. We nitpick because we care.

Moving forward.

I do plan to stick with the real show for Season 2. I hope it's planned better. I hope they get researchers (plural!) and a writing assistant to help in the writing room. I hope the writers would sit down with the cast to discuss and develop the characters more. And I really hope they hire a better fight choreographer and fight director for the second season. (Like, rehire the people who choreographed and filmed the flashback scene in... Episode 11? The one with Nicky's maternal grandmother and Pei-Ling's own mother?)

I hope that the Nicky-Henry relationship gets explored realistically, and if a potential new love interest is ordered, they get introduced in a way that isn't antagonistic. Make them more well-rounded characters too, please. Make us want to root for their success. And while I think Nicky doesn't have an iota of chemistry with Evan, I do like Evan himself as a character. So I hope they get him more involved in future storylines--as an outsider looking in, sure, but also as an honorary member of the Shen family.

With regards to the Shen family, I do hope that we get to explore their relationships and dreams more before the show drops the reveal about Mei-Xue's daughter. I want Althea to have a cohesive storyline that doesn't pause for no reason. I want Ryan to explore being Asian AND gay as a first-generation Asian-American. And give the Shen siblings some recurring friends. They don't have to be semi-regulars (unless there's a story that can be explored) but let's not keep the Shens in a bubble. It was weird in the first season. Especially for Althea whose friends only showed up for her bachelorette party and never again. Not even when she was panicking about wedding preparations, which, considering how rich Dennis's parents were? They wouldn't let Althea be in charge of anything. They would hire a Chinese wedding coordinator. And an expensive and hard-to-book one at that. They donated an entire hospital wing, for crying out loud.

I want Jin to have an actual character, and not just be the supportive dad who loves his kids very much (admittedly my own rewrite also made this same mistake). And I want Mei-Li to be consistent as a character. Like, no more surprise twists about being the descendant of a legendary warrior without proper foreshadowing and plot-planting please.

Dennis shouldn't just be eye-candy. The same applies to Kerwin. Sure, I get that shirtless men are a must in a CW series, but please give their characters some meat too. Dennis's nerd-side was never showcased in the show, and Kerwin had that poor little rich boy background that didn't get explored either. Because the show was too busy keeping him and Zhi-Lan tearing each others' clothes off--when they're not tearing other people down.

Also, don't drop the ball on the tease that Bian-Ge is now everywhere. If I understood correctly, Bian-Ge is Kung Fu's version of Qi. If yes, then I hope they treat it respectfully as a force of nature--and not just the source of magic. The flowers from Bian-Ge itself can be magical, sure, I have no problem with a fictional flower being a McGuffin.

Finally, I hope the show also explores other Asian communities and cultures. Like, Kung Fu is great--but imagine if Nicky had to face someone who is versed in Silat Melayu? Or someone who uses Arnis? Someone who practices Kalaripayattu or Lathi Khela? Or Kuntao? Imagine Nicky having to use Wing Chun against someone who uses Karate or Krav-Maga? Asia is a big continent and there are so many different types of martial arts found from the Middle East to Southeast Asia. Kung-Fu is an umbrella term, so it'll be great to see the different styles found under it.

... This went long again. Sorry about that. Funny thing is, when I started this whole rewriting plan? I thought it would take three posts, tops. And look at us now. Nine posts deep, and it seems I still haven't run out of things to say. So I'm cutting myself off before I completely wear out my welcome.

But if you've read all my Kung Fu posts, please do reach out. Let's discuss the show and what it can do to produce a better second season.

#Kung Fu CW #tv talk #my words

[michin--yeoja]

Hi again ^^ Sorry I'm still anon and haven't been responding. I got hit with a huge wave of work and have barely slept the last few days. But it's all over now and I'll get your gift to you soon!! Biotech is essentially trying to make a biological product! It's a huge field so there's a lot of things from like pharmaceuticals, cell therapy, to things like bio-remediation and environmental stuff. Your genetics teacher might be thinking about bioinformatics which is biotech and a lot of coding XD

But good luck with applying to med school! If that’s your dream there are always ways to make it work! I believe in you ^^ Oh I’m from around the New England area. I did my undergrad in New Jersey and now I’m doing my master’s in Rhode Island. Yes I studied in Stockholm! I traveled to the more touristy areas of Europe because I’ve never been to Europe, but I really wanna just take a backpacking trip around one day. There’s so many different places to go TT And so much foooooood      

I have been to Taiwan a few times! It’s been a while though. Most of my mom’s side of the family is back there, but my dad’s side of the family is in the US. I have a younger sister! Haha I know what you mean about being asked where you’re from though. When I was abroad I’d get asked where I’m from and I’d say the US, but then one person was like “but where are you REALLY from”. Honestly I also feel pretty out of touch with Taiwanese culture even though I have some habits. I really feel American       

I saw True Love but I haven’t had time to hear the whole thing! That’s my weekend goal. But I believe City of Angels (lol laser) was the one he sang at the fanmeet so I’m already in love with that one. So good TT And he wrote that one himself

It was only Myung in the Winter Olympics one! It’s understandable though, there were so many groups in the summer competition one and Infinite was a little neglected imo. But they still managed to get me with hamster gyu and like 5 seconds of Destiny lol. Actually MBLAQ was in this ep too! Lee Joon and Kwangsoo make the most amazing combo ever omg. I def miss the name tag eliminations though. They hardly do them anymore. I really liked the time period when they did creative versions of the game.   

Ohhhh I think I’ve heard of MBLAQ Goes to School. I should look into it haha. I’m always up for a laugh. Sesame player was amazing. Lol and those pranks XD I remember (I think it was Dongwoo) was like “when did this become a prank house” after that salt prank and I’m like lol only infinite. Can’t even safely eat food in their own home. These dorks.       

Ahhh tell me was so good. I like Infinie’s old style of music but I like this kind of softer edm music too. It’s like the stuff I usually like to listen to lol. Idk if that was a good description of the song but that’s kinda how I see it lol. And Sunggyu and Dongwoo were so good that comeback. Like that second verse was a Donggyu attack. I don’t know if I have a favorite concept from them really? They kind of have everything for every mood. But I have a running play list of their upbeat music.     

The stuff like Julia, Amazing, Lately, etc. I keep that playlist around when I’m having a hard time studying and stuff. It brightens my mood. As for english songs I kinda just….turn on the radio and find something I like haha. I don’t really have a preference with those. Ahhh I feel like I did a really bad job of getting to know you, I always just talk about myself haha. Tell me 5 random things that make you like or make you happy that you haven’t talked about!

Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry for taking forever and an age to reply back to you!!! I’m so sorry, and I don’t even have a good excuse like being busy with work, it’s just honest to goodness pure laziness on my part and not going on my laptop for forever. I hope you haven’t forgotten me and that you’ll reveal yourself!!

I hope you haven’t gotten busy again (you’re graduating this year right?). What are you focusing on in biotech? And I think you may be right about my professor meaning bioinformatics… I vaguely remember that term ^^;

You’ve certainly hopped around during your university years ^^ What countries did you visit in Europe? My parents surprised me by sending me to the UK for 2 weeks after my exams to join my sister there… It was amazing and I’ve always wanted to go there, but we ran out of time to hit everything we wanted to do. We couldn’t go to Ireland, which was my biggest disappointment. What is your most favourite memory from exchange? And what place did you like best?

I actually feel like a complete stranger… I don’t feel Canadian, Singaporean or Indian. I don’t really fit in any place completely, I’m a bit too traditional in Canada, too modern in India and Singapore… Well, I’m not exposed to the culture at all really. Funny thing… Singapore used to be not as well known when I was younger and I remember a kid trying to convince me it was part of the US. Even now, some people think it’s in India. The funniest is actually when I met Chinese international students, so many think that Singapore has only people of Chinese descent. When I explained that my dad’s family is from there and my mother from India, they thought my dad was Chinese.

What’s this whole City of Angels/Laser thing? I’ve seen mention of it, but I don’t get it… Did Sunggyu think the song was called Laser? (This shows up much I keep up with them, except for their music ^^;). You must have heard the album by now… So what’s your favourite? (Also, I didn’t know Sunggyu wrote that… Good to know and it makes me love it even more!)

Um… I think I started giffing around 2013 ish? Then I stopped while in uni, in fact my blog was basically inactive, and only just recently started fooling around on Photoshop again. I was quite atrocious in the beginning and am much fonder of my new stuff. But… I’m also quite lazy so I tend to not gif as much as I want to.

I 100% recommend MBLAQ goes to school. Joon and Mir are such jokesters. Sesame Player is still my favourite variety show to watch, all that screaming and backstabbing… And Sungyeol? He’s just too awesome. I would never have thought of injecting vinegar into bananas the way he did, that was a true genius move. Myungsoo’s, that was predictable, but that banana prank was just first class.

Do you prefer their upbeat songs more or is that just better to run to? My favourite upbeat song is Cover Girl… Have you heard the concert version where Sungyeol raps? I wish he would get a chance to do that in their songs, I think he raps pretty well.

I think we got to know each other pretty well? In fact, I too often think I wrote too much about myself.

5 things I like/make me happy… Hmm…

1. Being with my family - yes, we fight a lot, but we’re also really close and really stupid… My mother is crazy, my father is bullied… They’re what I missed most in uni.

2. I love airports/airplanes! As a child, I used to wish I could live in one ^^

3. Good books and movies… I love reading, but it’s so rare for me to find writing and plot that suits my taste. When I do, I devour the author’s entire works.

4. This is dorky… But I love learning ^^ Maybe it has to do with feeling smart? I love watching Jeopardy, especially if I get the answers right, but also to learn new facts.

5. I love puns… I quite literally cry with laughing over some of them.

Also, last post, but I saw your rant and I hope you’re feeling better :( I get the being introverted thing too. I’m pretty reserved and I like my alone time–there’s nothing wrong with it! I’m sorry you had to listen to all of it TT Please be happy!

Thank you for this! Ahh… Tumblr is my place to rant, but I tend to get over my anger quickly.                 

#I'm really sorry T_T #I hope you don't think I forgot about you or was ignoring you #I hate replying on my phone and then I would fall asleep as my laptop started up and then I haven't been online in the past week #Inspirit Buddy #Anonymous #Reply

[lapeaudelamemoire]

Lately:

Everyone's been talking about that new James Blake album, and how romantic it is. I don't know anything about it except that Mags put it on the day it came out to listen to it and it played through twice while we fell asleep. Clearly I continue to be entirely oblivious; or I clearly wasn't listening to the lyrics.

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Friend came from NYC to visit; stayed with me a week. I also gave board to her friend for several days. Complete and utter exhaustion.

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一直觉得 - 我的心老了。

I don't know if it's because I've spent the last two years immersing myself in several other languages, almost all European, but it seems I needed to pay back the time unspent on my mothertongue - I've spent weeks in Chinese xianxia dramas, catching up with my heritage - but it fits. It's my zodiac year come this lunar new year. 12 years, two cycles. I'm 24 this year.

God. 24. Where is the time going? Feels like just yesterday I was 21, 22, barely remember living or being 23. Vilnius is nearly a year ago now. I was still 22 when I arrived in Lithuania. 23 when I left. 23 when I moved here to Melbourne.

Living a 'regular' life makes the days and the months and the years fly by so quickly, it seems - six months gone by in a flash. Going back to school - it's weird. I'm used to the days spent carefully, preciously - watching every day, counting down the weeks I'm allowed to spend in one place. Now that I've put that down, eight months have gone in the blink of an eye.

Three months till I'm not 23 any more. What have I done in this time, to show for it? What am I doing with these years? There seems to be so much from being 19, 20, 21 - and now these last three years of almost nothingness; 空手而往回。

Suddenly English seems foreign after days spent listening to Mandarin, reading Mandarin subtitles that come set. Suddenly all this European, Western literature seems so distant. I haven't been reading. I've just been aware of the stumbling in my father's language, the inability to read in it fluidly. Suddenly I seem to be short in so many places, not at all well-read, well-educated, 'refined' or 'sophisticated'.

Also realising - how Americanised, how America- and Eurocentric my worldview is, nonetheless -

The issues I've been concerned with, that everyone is concerned with, the media, the news - it's largely American, Western European. It's always what's going on in America, England, whatever - and now that I live here, in Australia, suddenly realising how foreign so many things are. It used to feel like a kind of home. Now I'm re-finding so many things, having to redefine so much. What is home? What language? What am I now?

When that friend came from NYC - all the things she put on, all the things she talked about, all the friends she met that I went with her and sat with - all American. All the news articles and whatnot shared on Facebook, even the groups she's added me to, that people have added me to, solidify in their diasporic aspect, all stem from a place of Westernisation. Netflix; the shows I watch; films. She put on Patriot Act; the stand-up specials that she or Mag play off Netflix - all American, all Western.

But what has any of that to do with me? I've never been to America, but I hear so much about it, non-stop. What has it to do with me that we talk about their politics or what is going on in that place, so much so that I know and speak and discourse about there but not my own country, not any of the countries that count among my heritage, that actually have something to do with me, that actually, I can do something about.

Her coming here made me realise just how none of my business any of that is. I sat with a group of Asian-Americans, and it's not my place, not my society, and not my lane, and I'm happy to stay silent, but it made me realise - no one asked about me, where I'm from, my country, what about my experience of being this Asian that all these groups that bear this title somewhere in their names mention.

The world is not America; nor is it Europe. I realise how small my worldview is, even after everything I've seen.

I know this, now - I've changed from who I was when I was 21, no matter how good or 'evolved' I thought or felt I was then. I thought I felt the world beneath my feet. Now I realise the world is too big, too fast, for my feet to ever stay too sure on the ground. Venice is 2 years ago, which means 2 years away. I don't know it any more. It was only a visit. It recedes into the distance, it's a memory, through and through. I cannot talk about it as if I were there just yesterday; I no longer know it so familiarly now.

I thought I could keep pace with the world, then - now, I don't want the constant wakefulness of ever-kept-up exposure. No Twitter for me, no Facebook, no Instagram. Maybe this makes me not a 世人。But I can't - I know this - that a photograph needs to be developed in a dark room; one exposure, and then no more, or the overflood of light obliterates the image.

我只要安安分分地守着我的一片命。I don't want to explain myself, don't want to constantly curate my self for consumption. Locals only. Some eyes only. Is it less ambition, or more humility?

I was talking about American politics. British politics. European politics. All these issues - they may be global, but they're Western-led. I am not of that kin. Am I out of my lane?

I'm not - everyone has their own life. All I know is that it's clearer from the outside looking in. Does that make me avoidant? I don't know.

Mark Twain said that when you find yourself on the side of the majority, that that is when you should reconsider or re-evaluate your position. Tim Minchin's Storm reminds me that I am a tiny speck of dust in an infinite universe, that may be one of infinite universes. 自己的路得自己走，只有也只能自己一个人走。有'寻常'这两个字吗? 世界上有'寻常人'吗?

My piece of sky is so infinitesimally small. Time here is but a while. 人长敌不过地长。I only know I have a little bit here, and a little bit there, and my eyes are only but a pair out of billions and billions that have been, now are, will be.

I know that - I don't want to constantly announce myself. I know that - the things that are important are often the things that cannot be contained with, for being bigger than, a word. I know that - not everything needs to be heard, or said.

I may be competitive, 我可能爱好胜。But I know that 一直强出头也会累。I'd like to think that I'm not the sort of person who needs or likes to take attention to myself; that 我不是喜欢抢风头的人。 我希望能说, I'd like to be able to say that I understand that silence can be golden.

我不想占位。

There only needs to be enough space. For me, for a voice, a body, a self. No more, and no less.

#personal #.

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