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My Chinese name was chosen partially based on stroke count (you have a fortune teller or whatever do a reading and tell you what’s an auspicious number) and meaning. I have the character for peace, and because I was born in the year of the ox a character that means luxuriant growth (of grass) so I suppose I’ll never go hungry lol

When we moved to the US my parents thought I should have an English name for school. Our neighbor at the time was an old Mexican grandpa who did not have good hearing, and when he heard my parents call my Chinese name he thought they were saying Anna which is what he called me, and my parents were like yeah ok that sounds good and it stuck

that extra was NOT good enough like come on

we deserved li lianhua and fang duobing riding off into the sunset in their little rickety house, going wherever to solve crimes (and also llh committing more food crimes). And di feisheng just drops in once a month to challenge li lianhua to a duel, and llh always has some excuse so they can't, and then poor frustrated a-fei accidentally helps out with a clue, gets even more annoyed and sulks off til next time

and maybe hulijing has a little encounter and one day llh and fdb come home and there's puppies! puppies in the kitchen! fbd sends one to the princess! and his mom! somehow dfs ends up with one and he'll say he hates the dog and won't give it a name but it sleeps in his bed and secretly it is called xiao a-fei (and xiao a-fei grows into the biggest, most vicious looking beast of the litter but never bites anyone ever)

and llh never actually gets cured either so he's always like "oh poor me, a dying man, you must be kind I haven't long on this earth" but every time someone says he's only got a week to live, he lives another year and he's just like idk *shrug*

No but guys, GUYS, we need to talk about how important this scene is.  Because the commonly accepted lore about unicorns is that they are so good and pure that they’ll only appear to young virginal girls.  Because Molly Grue is a middle-aged woman who has been living with bandits for most of her life and is as far from innocent and virginal as you’re likely to get.  Because she’s so angry that this creature, embodying everything that society tells her she’s lost, everything she’s thrown away through her own choices, is here now when all that The Unicorn represents is long since behind her.  Because she knows, in a way that only someone who’s been steeped in an oppressive system her entire life can ever know, that she’s missed her chance and doesn’t deserve to be seeing a unicorn now.

And you know what?  The Unicorn doesn’t give two fucks about her virginity, about her supposed loss of innocence and purity.  She’s not repelled by Molly being older, being experienced, being a full human person.  None of that has ever mattered to unicorns, only to the people telling stories about them.  Not only does she step in to physically comfort her here, but before long this bandit’s wife becomes her friend, closer to her in most ways than Schmendrick.

This story is fucking revolutionary, you guys, and I just have a lot of feelings about it.

I heard Peter S. Beagle speak about this scene at a convention once. He said he just kept writing and writing into the scene and suddenly here was this powerful, moving dialogue which came out very strong and natural, flowing directly from inspiration.

He said it was one of those moments when “the writer just gets really lucky.” 

This is one of those scenes you nebulously get when you’re ten and comes up and punches you in the face when you’re thirty.

So it’s after The Stork Job and they’re just back from Belgrade and Hardison finds Eliot in the kitchen at the office, and he knew Eliot could cook, is reminded of it now by the rich smell of an entire vat of bolognese on the stove, but he didn’t know he baked.

And he’s also just now learning that Eliot has at some point lost his mind, because there’s an industrial quantity of cookie dough rolled into balls on a tray on the counter, along with a cooling pan of brownies and a batch of cupcakes that Eliot is furiously decorating.

‘Are we… hosting someone?’ Hardison asks, hovering in the doorway.

Eliot doesn’t answer the question but rather informs him, nodding at the cookie dough, ‘I’m gonna freeze those. Same with the sauce; gonna freeze it in portions so people just gotta heat it and boil some pasta.’ He holds up a box of freezer bags. ‘You wanna be helpful, you can divide this up for me.’

‘Hey, I never said anything about wanting to be helpful,’ Hardison objects, but comes and takes the box from him. ‘Seriously, what’s the occasion?’

‘You all eat like damn teenagers,’ Eliot says, ‘and I can’t cook after every job.’

That’s… fair. The bakery’s-worth of treats feels like it’s encouraging rather than staving off the teenage diet, but Hardison’s very much not inclined to ask further questions.

So really, Eliot chooses to give himself away. ‘You hear what Parker was saying?’ he asks, intensely focused on creating a perfect spiral on the cupcake in front of him.

Hardison ladles sauce into a freezer bag and ties it, then reaches out to snag a ball of cookie dough. ‘When?’

Eliot yanks the tray out of his reach, glaring. ‘I said they’re for freezing!’

‘Oh no,’ Hardison says, biting into the dough. ‘We may not have enough to see out the decade. What’d Parker say?’

‘About, uh.’ Eliot pauses, piping a delicate flower onto the next cupcake. ‘In the briefing. About knowing that kid was orphaned.’

‘Yeah, man, I think this one kinda hit close to home,’ Hardison says, though exactly how close, he isn’t about to share. ‘We might wanna—’

And then he breaks off, taking in the spread—feast, really—in front of them, as he remembers exactly what Parker said.

He’s hoarding food.

Right.

‘Oh, I get it,’ Hardison says, smile spreading across his face, warm, warm feeling spreading through his chest. ‘You’re a softie.’

Eliot’s murderous look is only slightly undercut by the piping bag full of pink frosting in his hands, but he doesn’t deny the obvious: as long as he has any say in it, Parker’s never going to feel so much as a little snacky without having food immediately available to her.

And Hardison already likes Eliot, might even be crushing on him a little. But right then he thinks, yeah. I could fall in love with you.

‘Hey,’ he says, pointing at the cupcake. ‘Will you teach me how to do those flower things?’

‘Fine,’ Eliot says.

‘And Parker likes sprinkles,’ Hardison adds.

Eliot ducks his head, but not in time for Hardison to miss his smile. ‘Top right cupboard,’ Eliot says, and moves over to make space next to him at the counter.

“But right then he thinks, yeah. I could fall in love with you.” FUCK YOU (affectionate) IM ABOUT TO CRY

I like New Emotions but I kept feeling like the song is incomplete somehow

Like the ending seems so sudden

And today I realized it’s because there is no bridge! Which I get seems to be the trend nowadays but it still bums me out

INFINITE’s Kim Sungkyu has released the 3rd set of concept photos for his upcoming 5th mini-album “2023 S/S Collection” which features the title track “Small Talk” & is scheduled to be released on June 28th.