and she's so different from river

The Call of the Morrigan

I knew her when I was young. I knew her when i was a little wild thing, running through forests like a hound, following crows, crouching low to spy through trees at fawns and does.

I knew her when I was young. When I was strong and sullen and speaking brave and acting bold, when fear gripped me in both hands like I was a sword to be swung, wringing out in a battle-tongue. I took fists and spat blood, felt the crack of my skull burn against walls. I knew her then, when I went silent, and she knew all.

Years hazed over, like a purple twilight, from the wild wood to the city pressed tight. I learned so many things. I swam in words. I followed streams. I dived into deltas, forded rivers, jumped like a salmon back to the source.  

It was a greening time. A wing-spreading time. I met more spirits, I made more friends, I followed different paths, I divided, and multiplied, and divined. 

But time, and life, as they do, circle back. The wheel turns, and we turn with it. I didn’t know she had perched and roosted close, watching me grow, like an oak, into strength and womanhood. 

She had waited. She had patience. She dropped feathers while I quested, and hesitated. Waited until I too, went to the ford, to wash the ghosts from my clothes, to bash them on the rocks, and send them from me in moving waters, loving waters, released from their bonds.

She has been waiting to show me how to scrub just so against the blood, how to slap the cloth and drown the stain, how to kill it and clean it, and become my own, again. 

And when we’ve done the laundry, she will teach me how to guard my newfound country. She will stand sentinel with me. She will teach me what it is again to be a bird and a sword, a witch and a wild thing, and free.

Reggie Mantle x Reader PART ONE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

Before the story starts I must say this one is pretty long because I needed to tell you a bit of the backstory I have created, and hopefully you guys like this it’s my first fanfic ever. Also I see very little Reggie Imagines, so one came to mind and I decided to write, please comment what you think about it. I’m thinking of turning into little series so I’m guessing this is Part One.

words: 1974

Summary: The beginning of something b/w the reader and Reggie

Spoilers: Its gonna get good by Part two i promise, hopefully you guys like it

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six         

Such a small town Riverdale was. A town where everyone knew each other. By default though, the town you once knew was falling apart. Your parents’ generation was so screwed up and your generation was just trying to make it out alive.

           The next thing you knew this wholesome town had turned into a horror film, and you were not looking forward to the ending. Ms. Grundy was exposed a sexual predator and sent to Jail, and as happy as many people were that she had been put away, you couldn’t help but think how your friend Archie was doing. Not everyone knew that it was Archie who she had been with, as The Coopers decided to keep his identity a secret for his sake and the fact that Betty would not have them humiliate him.

           Then the incident of July 4th, when Jason Blossom was running away with Polly Cooper. Forbidden love, which ended in such a tragic ending with the murder of Jason. Then again does Forbidden love ever get a happy ending?  There you could not help to think of how both Cheryl and Betty were doing. Cheryl had lost her best friend, her confidant, the only one who was there for her unlike the rest of her tragic family dynamic. Betty in a sense lost Polly too since her parents sent her away because “she was not well” and she hasn’t seen Polly since.

           With you though you’re problems weren’t as big as theirs. Growing up in Riverdale was not easy, especially when all of us kids were just trying to make our parents happy, while trying to do the things we loved. You were the neutral ground for all the kids, well you and Betty. You had always hung out with almost every kid in Riverdale, from Betty, Archie, Kevin, Jughead, Cheryl, Chuck, Moose, Ethel, Trev, Josie, Valerie, Melody and Reggie. Now adding the new girl Veronica who seemed quite nice. She had her share of dysfunctional family problems too just like many of us in Riverdale. You’re parents came from nothing and in Riverdale they blossomed, your dad became a doctor and became rich and your mom decided to quit her job to support the household, which was not really her choice, but she would do anything for your father.

           These days though you were all grown up, many from different sides of the high school spectrum. Cheryl had her River Vixens cheerleading squad, Archie found love in music and sports (Such a Troy Bolton), Kevin realized he was gay (which we all accepted), Jughead found comfort in writing, Betty opened up The Blue & Gold newspaper for school again and dragged Jughead with her. Josie made a band with Val and Melody, Reggie/Chuck/Moose/Trev decided to channel their issues in the Jock spectrum. You however loved art, so they’d catch you drawing or painting hanging out with all of these losers on your free time. Oh did I forget to mention where Veronica made you and Betty tryout for the River Vixens. You only did it for the reason you do anything for anyone, to make them happy. Obviously you thought you weren’t going to make it. Proven wrong though when Cheryl accepted you because you were her friend and she knew you had “fire” only when your “fire” is needed. Though since the light of events this summer You and Veronica helped get Betty on the team.


           You were arriving home in your new uniform since you didn’t have time to change, Your mother seemed a little too happy about you joining the vixens, and dad was just happy you weren’t just the “hippie”  artist.  I did say this was a small town right? Well word got around that you were now a vixen. And to avoid your parent’s cheeriness about this whole ensemble you changed and decided to go to Pops.

           As you opened the door to Pops with the delightful smell of burgers and fries, you looked to your right to see Jughead in his usual booth typing away and slip across him in the booth.

“Hey” you stated as he looked up. “What no more uniform?” he retorted.

“Oh c’mon not you too, I am so tired of the comments and looks I have gotten” as you replied back Arch, Kevin, Bets, and Ronnie were coming into Pops

“Oh c’mon (Y/N) you talk to everybody here, you were bound to became a bit of the “in-crowd” Jug signals with his fingers.

“I just don’t want this to take time away from my art” You replied as the gang snuck into the booth.

“You can do both like me, (Y/N)” Archie answered with a smile as you gave a shoulder shrug.

“I only did this, because Ronnie made me, and thinking Cheryl wouldn’t let me in” you exclaimed.

“Oh come on I just recently met you and I can now see you have legs!” Veronica exclaimed after listening into our conversation.

“Yeah (Y/N) we’ve all known you for so long honestly I thought the only part of you that moved were those hands when they’re painting away.” Kevin adds on with a giggle

and so we kept on talking until it was our curfew and we had to go, the only one who ever stays behind is Jug trying to fix up his novel.

“Get some rest” you say to Jug as you are one of the last one there and he just gives you a glare and bids you goodbye.

The next morning as you were getting ready to leave your house, your parents call you.

“(Y/N), we need to talk to you!” Your mom shouted from downstairs.

“Coming!” you shouted back, grabbing your stuff for practice later.

“Hey mom, dad what’s up?” you asked as you reached them in the kitchen.

“We are having dinner with The Mantles on Friday night” your father answered

“And we need you home and go buy yourself something nice for the dinner” your mother ordered with a smile as she continued dads sentence.

Confused as to what’s going on since you don’t really mingle with The Mantles anymore you ask “Why?”

Dad just shoots you a look “Its business, and I want you here and that’s final (Y/N).”

You nod and make your way to the door and get the bike to get to school.

As you walk through the hall reaching your locker to shove in your Vixens outfit, he appears with a smug look on his face.

“Hey (Y/N), looking good today, um well you look good all days” Reggie fidgets and continues “but you definitely look good today.”

“I’d like to think so” you retort “but does this by any chance have to do with the fact that our parents are having a dinner on Friday?” you question Reggie

“Well a bit, but I always have to compliment a girl when she looks good” he smirks

“OH MY SAVIOR!” you give a sarcastic comment while motioning your hands to forehead like a damsel in distress, as Betty and Ronnie approach you.

“Hey, Reggie” Veronica speaks up, “um I was wondering if you’d like to do something on Friday?” she asks Reggie

“Sorry Ron, I got plans with my family and (Y/N) family” and he bids farewell by reaching to his forehead with his hand as if he was tipping an imaginary hat and walks off with his Goonies as Jug likes to call them.

“The (Y/L/N) and The Mantles together again, it’s been so long, what’s the occasion?”  Betty questions me.

“Is there something I’m missing here (Y/N)? You said you guys were just childhood friends” Ronnie adds on

“Oh, oh… my god no! We used to be very close when we were smaller, but um… no, you can have him Ron I haven’t changed my mind, and my dad said its purely business related” you retort while closing my locker answering to both Betty and Veronica.

The day goes by and during lunch you head on to ask Cheryl if there is going to be practice on Friday.

“No, I got some things to do at home (Y/N), have a nice dinner with The Mantles” Cheryl answers and gives me devilish smirk

“It is not like that Cheryl, just a business dinner” you answer annoyed.

“I always did think he’d end up with you, before he went full jock king on us and you ended up the tortured artist” she stated with sly smile.

The week went by and you bought yourself a dress that both you and your mom could find middle ground on since you preferred jeans and t-shirt on any occasion. It was Friday during lunch and you were with Jug, Kevin, Arch, Bets, and Ronnie. Talking about your plans for the weekend when Kevin decided to have a movie night tonight.

“Can’t, family dinner, if I skip it they’ll put me on death row” You told Kev

“Seriously? Ok how about Saturday night then?” Kevin asks

“Yeah, I think I can, how about you guys?” you ask the rest of the group

“Yeah sure, Betty and I will stop sleuthing for a night” Jug answers while taking a bit of food from all of us, while Betty nods

“I’m in!” Veronica states “What about you Archiekins?” She says taking away one of Archie’s fries.

“Yeah” the red-haired boy answered.

Reggie made his way to the table

“Hope you’re not making any plans for tonight (Y/N/N) my parents and my little sister would be so sad” Reggie states with a puppy dog expression.

“Oh, God please don’t call me that.” you tell Reggie while making an annoyed face.

“What? You love it when I call you that!” Reggie proclaims

“Yeah when we were eight” you declare as he walks off before Ronnie can get to talk to him.

“Well he’s been awfully sweet to you lately” Betty announces to the group

“It’s probably because he doesn’t want me telling our parents he’s a jerk most of the time” you say, while Ronnie just looks at you with a small smile, before you get to speak again, to re-assure Ronnie, Kevin decides to open his mouth.

“OMG, Sorry Ron, but you and Reggie, can it be? Straight out of a movie plot” he motions his hands together against his heart.

“I promise, he’s yours for the taking Ron” you speak up glaring at Kevin.

At the end of the school day as you’re getting ready to go home Ronnie stops to talk to you.

“Hey (Y/N), look if you like Reggie it’s okay, I mean you guys have history, I’m new and he doesn’t even give me the time of day, I mean…”

You grab her by the shoulder and cut her off by saying “Look Ron, you like him, me and Reg were just friends, I have never thought about him like that, never.”

Ronnie gives you a sad smile “Look I’m just saying the guy is hot, and he doesn’t even look my way, when he looks and talks to you it is like he is not that douchebag everyone thinks he is”

“Ron I… I… look… Look I am not going to let you mope around like this, I admit that Reg is good looking, but that could never happen you like him, and were just polar opposites that could never work out” You reassure her.

She looks at you still a bit sad and so you speak up again “I promise to talk you up during dinner, so he can start crushing on you, I’d invite you, but my parents as I have said would put be on death row if I did”

You bid goodbyes as you headed home to get ready for dinner with The Mantles.

Man it is going to a long night…

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Tag: @sgarrett49

Everyone’s on twitter. Idjit.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen
Word count : 1,710
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 13 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’

The first few days of Jared not seeing you at work, he accepted that. He didn’t expect you to to be around him much for a while after what had happened. When it started to hit a week of him not seeing you at work, or anywhere else, he started to wonder. “Jen?”

“Yeah?” Jensen turned from the screen he was re-watching the last scene they shot on.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

Jensen thought for a second. “No, haven’t heard from her since River’s birthday. Why? You haven’t either?”

Jared shook his head. “Not since…”

“Since Gen took you back?” Jared nodded. Jensen knew everything that happened. “I’m sure she’s around. Probably just keeping some distance for a bit. Give her time.”

“Yeah..” Jared nodded. “Yeah, maybe we just need time..” He scanned the area hoping to get a glimpse of you hurrying off somewhere at least.

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Great Minds Think Alike (Riverdale - Jughead x OC) Part 2

Pairing : Jughead x OC

Synopsis : A new girl arrives in town around the time of Jason Blossom’s accident. That alone makes her suspicious and unlikeable to most people. Jughead has every reason to investigate on her, the timing is too perfect, right? And it has nothing to do with the young girl’s odd yet charming way of always seeming to find her way back to him, no matter the situation.  

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When Jughead saw her walking through the door at Pop’s the next day he was torn between two opposite feelings: utter annoyance at being once again disturbed in his writing, and eagerness to share another conversation with this girl whose ability to use sarcasm as a means of communication matched his. It was a surprise to have her walked straight to his booth and sit down like they were old friends and not merely acquaintances who met the day before.

The truth was, he kind of hoped this would happen – it was a lonely life that of writer and High School outcast. Jughead wasn’t going to deny himself a little company a few hours a day if he could, especially since his best friend bailed on him the day they planned their road trip and hasn’t really spoken to him much since then. Can you feel the bitterness?

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Noble Reign

Ch.1 Mytic Messenger Middle Ages AU

|Ch. 2|

Author’s Note: It finally happened. I’m so sorry it took me such a long time to finish it, but I’m so proud to present you the Mystic Messenger Middle Ages AU! ^^ I have absolutely no idea if anyone will read this but I had so much fun writing it and I will definitely continue updating it. Keep in mind that English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes. Nevertheless, I hope y’all enjoy it. Please feel free to leave any sort of comments or message me; I would love to write some headcanons for this AU and I like to integrate your ideas as well.

I also want to give special thanks to @promiscuous-jalapeno for giving me advice and encouraging me in my writing. If you should ever read this, I hope you’ll enjoy it as well. <3

Wordcount: 3,247

“A long time ago, there existed a great kingdom that was ruled by two brothers. Their names were Jaehyun and Jaekwang.

The brothers were loved by their people and everyone lived together in harmony. But one day, Jaekwang desired the sole control over the kingdom and rebelled against his brother.

With soldiers at his command, he imprisoned his brother and spread misery across the kingdom. For a long time the kingdom was ruled by bitterness and people were living in fear.

But then, when all hope had died and the hour of doom seemed at hand, a girl appeared as if from nowhere. With fire burning in her soul and magic running through her veins, she defeated Jaekwang and freed his brother.

In anger, she divided the kingdom in half by forcing water and earth between the villages. A grand river and high mountains were now separating Jaekwang and Jaehyun.

Pleased with her work, the girl vanished and was never seen again. Over time, the two brothers created different kingdoms, one ruled by fear and one ruled by strength.

Generations passed and so did the girl’s tale. The kingdoms became enemies and the tale became legend. They say that someday, the girl will come back to reunite the kingdoms in peace and harmony again but until then the kingdoms remain in discord.”

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Bloomtale - Chapter 15 - Kaitogirl - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 15 is up!!! Even if I’m on break, I keep updating things… Kaito, just go to sleep xD

For those who can’t access AO3 or just don’t want to do it, the chapter is pasted under this sexy cut!!!

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Jughead x Reader: Jealousy Is A Killer (Part 1)

Warnings: mentions/descriptions of murder and grotesque descriptions. TW- rape.
Requested: yes
A/N: this is a little different but I really like it and I am very proud of it, I hope you like it too. also, whenever “her” or “she” appears and refers to Jughead’s girlfriend, that is you, reader.

Part 2

*3rd person POV*

It was a Monday morning, 4th period at Riverdale High when Cheryl Blossom was arrested for her brothers murder. Since that day, all of Riverdale were on edge, worrying that the killer would strike again.

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Someone please talk to me about the fact that King Butterfly knows what it means for a princess to be evaluated, and that fact that Baby annoys him because she eats all of his food, and why does that sound familiar, oh yeah, because that’s exactly how Baby treated Marco.

It’s all too easy to imagine a young Moon Butterfly, nearly fifteen years old and dreading her first evaluation. She pours over her spellbook, determined to memorize everything, and frowns when Glossaryck says, “You’re not ready for that one” because Glossaryck is always so honest, even when his words cut deep.

“Has a princess ever failed her evaluation?” she asks. Her voice is steady, practiced, and proper, undaunted by disappointment or hardship.

“Yes,” Glossaryck replies. “And even if they hadn’t, who’s to say that you couldn’t be the first?”

She doesn’t blink at that, doesn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch. She will, later, many years down the line, when Chauncey falls in battle and the whole world is crumbling apart, she’ll show Glossaryck just how deeply things affect her and just how hard she can cry, but for now there’s only one person she shares those things with, and he’s well outside the palace walls.

River is quite something to see in his youth, fearsome and fearless and strong. Most would say he has hair like sunlight but it’s always reminded Moon of the stars, shining yellow and bright alongside her namesake. He’s so different from her own family, so wild and loud; he says exactly what he’s thinking and doesn’t hide it behind guile and double-meanings, false smiles and polite words. He introduces the revolutionary concept that it is alright to express one’s emotions, to shout when one is angry, or declare one’s love in the middle of a tourney, because the princess has bested many monsters and he hopes to one day be as capable as she.

Moon doesn’t admit, at first, how nervous she is or how frightened, but River can tell. River’s learned to read the way she holds her hands, or the way her mouth thins out to silently reflect what she’s feeling, and he pulls her away from the rowdy, rude Johansen clan and wraps his arms around her.

In time, they return to the palace. River likes it here about as much as Moon likes the Johansen’s; he can see it from her point of view, appreciate it in a way, because it’s a symbol of Mewman tradition, steeped in ceremony and significance. These things are as vital and natural to Moon as breathing, but to River it will never quite feel like home.

They lock themselves in the kitchen and delight in roast boar and little pastries that River cannot name but also cannot stop eating. It’s here that Baby finds them, and here that Moon’s evaluation begins; Baby asks her to pass an apple from the counter and Moon hesitates, her hands folded, her mouth thin.

Suddenly, River picks up the apple and tosses it. It flies over Baby’s shoulder and splatters against the wall, and River laughs from deep inside his gut and cries, “Do I pass? Am I a princess?”

The corners of Moon’s mouth curve ever slightly upwards, and all at once her fear is gone, because no matter how poorly she does, it won’t be as bad as that.

anonymous asked:

Feysand, feyre and Rhys fishing then feyre falls in the water because of a fish and Rhys comes jumping in and they have fun in the water

“Remind me of why we’re here again?” Feyre pushed her hair out of her eyes. The air was so humid that even sitting still she was sweating. She pulled her shirt away from her body, trying to get some kind of circulation going to cool herself off. Usually, she loved being outdoors. Usually, she didn’t mind how they spent time together. But when Rhys had suggested going fishing, she’d had a much different scenario in mind, one that involved less mud and bugs and sweat.

“You used to do this all the time, Feyre darling. Why so grumpy?”

“I used to hunt. Not fish. This is…” With a sigh, she stood. Holding his shoulders, she tried to maneuver herself around the rocks that littered the shore of the river. 

Suddenly Rhys shouted and jumped up from the log he was sitting on. “I got one!”

Finding herself without her anchor, Feyre’s eyes widened in horror as she slowly fell, back, back, back, and landed with a splash in the water. Rhys dropped his fishing rod and moved to help her out, silently hoping that she wouldn’t be too angry, trying to remind himself not to laugh.

Instead of accepting his help, she grabbed his hand, pulling him after her. When he surfaced, he shook his head and looked at her, questioning. “Why so grumpy, Rhys darling?”

Send me a ship + a theme/object and I’ll write you a paragraph of fic

persephone chose autumn,
shunned spring sun and winter weather
together in the same breath, stole leaves from trees
with careless honey dipped hands.
she chose the night sky. danced with stars instead of flowers
and found life in a different kind of shadow.

she considered her options. picked apple
over pomegranate and followed the footsteps eve carved
out into sandstone and river rock as she made her way
down from the garden, this, another choice, a different kind
of forbidden fruit but the same kind of falling;
from a pedestal someone else sat her on,
one she never claimed for herself.


Ocean, Forest, or Desert?

If I could only write about the ocean, the forest, or the desert
For the rest of my life, which one would I pick?
I couldn’t decide before gathering my thoughts,
And writing them down in poetry quick.

If I could only write about the ocean,
I’d have pirates, mermaids, and treasure chests.
I’d write about faraway beaches and seagulls.
You know, this idea might be the best!

I can picture it now, the soft gentle breeze
Against the ocean waves lulling to sleep
A drunken pirate in a submarine,
Flirting with a sea monster of the deep .

The monster weaves through the coral reefs,
Glowing, looking out on the sunken city.
In the background, a haunted shipwreck
Can be seen, home to ancient fishies.

-But what if I choose to write about the forest?
Imagine the magical setting it could be.
A witch brews potions in a small hut,
For the fairies that live in the trees.

The fairies in turn coax the troll from his bridge,
So the witch can safely get across
To the deepest part of the woods to find
A dragon that is wounded and lost.

She feeds him a soothing elixir
To heal his weakened washed out wings.
I could write about unicorns, wolves, lumberjacks,
Fairytales and enchanted things!

The desert would be my final option .
Imagine the vast valleys of lands,
Pharaohs, pyramids, cactus and camels,
The dryest rivers and the quickest sand.

A story forms already, as a Sultan emerges
From sand dunes, riding on a camels back.
Dragging riches and antiques behind him,
Unknowing the difference between fake and fact.

Racing past sand giants building sand castles,
And a cat Pharoah enslaving humans,
Through a sandstorm, and the blistering heat,
The Sultan sings a snake charmer’s music.

To choose between ocean, forest or desert
Luckily, I can write whatever I wish.
But, if I had to choose only one, I guess,
I’d choose the ocean because of the fish.

anonymous asked:

apparently because of the era mulan was in she should've spoken cantonese (or at least not mandarin) so why is mandarin the default chinese now?

hoo boy, this is a major misconception that i’ve heard a lot, especially from Cantonese speakers, who somehow believe that all people in pre-1000 AD China would’ve been speaking Cantonese ahahaha. I think this is an urban myth from some pseudo-linguistics rumours making its rounds in Cantonese-speaking communities over the last couple generations, probably stemming from the fact that Cantonese phonology is more conservative than Mandarin in terms of our syllable-final consonants, and the preservation of the voiced/voiceless distinction in Middle Chinese by extending our tonal inventory. A lot of people think that that automatically makes Cantonese the “pure Chinese language”, which makes me cringe really hard tbh, bc that’s not how languages work LOL. 

The problem with the Sinitic languages is that we have no exact way of knowing when and how people spoke back in the day, and the characters give no 100% explicit phonetic clues, so the best we can use as reference are the rime tables that some smart Chinese linguists compiled way back in the day. The most famous one is the book of Qieyun rime tables, which helped modern linguists re-construct Middle Chinese forms. Middle Chinese is said to generally have been spoken around the 6th-11th century, or somewhere around that range, and the Qieyun tables were published sometime in the 6th century, so they would’ve reflected an early Middle Chinese variety that functioned as a standard language in that time period. The problem is that outside of this standard language, people in China were already speaking their own Sinitic languages like they are today, some of which were already mutually unintelligible from one another. Unfortunately, there’s no way to track exactly what languages were spoken because all we have are the rime tables.

The early forms of the modern varieties that we know today as Mandarin, Cantonese, Hakka, Wu, etc all split off from Late Middle Chinese presumably sometime between the 12th and 13th century, some languages later than others ofc (except for Hokkien and the other Min varieties, who had a bit of a special development, but that’s a different story). Mulan (who btw was a legendary character; we’re not even 100% sure if she actually existed) apparently lived during the Southern and Northern Dynasty period, which lasted from 420–589, which would fall into the Middle Chinese period, more specifically in the Early-Mid Middle Chinese period, so she probably would not have spoken anything close to Cantonese OR Mandarin in her time. 

Another problem is that Mulan is said to have been from the Northern Wei Dynasty (北魏), which would’ve taken up the area north of the Yangtze River. Cantonese was historically spoken in southern China, particularly in the general regions of modern-day Guangdong and Guangxi. Guangzhou was always a very successful port city, even 1500 years ago, and became a very important cultural center even in the Southern Song Dynasty (particularly in the 12-13th century). In this time period, an early form of Cantonese had already developed, and it was also around this time that it gained a literary level to read the Chinese Classics. Therefore, it seems highly highly highly improbable that Mulan was a Cantonese speaker, considering that her time period and general geographical location did not even come close to matching the timeline of Cantonese or any other modern Sinitic variety. 

Also to answer your question about why Mandarin is the standard today: it comes from a place of political power. Nanjing and Beijing (lit. Southern Capital and Northern Capital) were always the place of political power, and in courts they would use a standard language so that there could be communication between officials from all over China, hence the formal name for Mandarin: 官話 (lit. ‘official speech’). And that continued throughout history, simply because Beijing was always the source of political power, and made decisions for the country. However, the implementation of Mandarin as the ‘national language’ in all parts of China was a relatively recent event (around the mid-1900′s), in comparison to the entire history of the Chinese languages. Before Mandarin was heavily implemented in almost all parts of China, most people were still speaking local varieties, which would have mainly consisted of developing forms of modern Sinitic varieties. 

TL;DR - Nope, contrary to popular belief, Mulan most likely did not speak Cantonese, and neither did a lot of early famous Chinese figures like Confucius, Mencius, Laozi, etc. 

donutdog7  asked:

Okay imagine an skinny nerdy no muscle having braces wearing 15 year old Shiro dating a 14 year old Pidge and they love to hold hands and watching movies about aliens.


  • Pidge likes weird stuff like Event Horizon and real terrifying ones but Shiro will forever love ET and Lilo & Stitch & Treasure Planet & the cutsies they learn to live with the other’s preferences
  • They are both fans of Voltron, all renditions and first talked because they both had Voltron Pins on the bags
  • They go to cons together (and force Matt with them cuz they need someone to drive)
  • One time they were at a Carnival and Shiro used up his entire allowance to win Pidge the giant green alien stuff toy in the shooting range
  • pidge had to buy them food with her allowance later on but she got her alien so it was okay
  • Shiro is shorter than Pidge by like a millimeter but Pidge likes to stretch the difference and and sometimes calls him shortcake
  • but growth spurt gonna hit him hard af later on lol Pidge will regret giving him that nickname
  • one time when they were out on a date Pidge just looked up in the sky and said “Oh no, it’s already seven! I have to get home.” and shiro was like, “how did you know the time?” “My dad taught me how to read the time through the stars.” And Shiro almost shitted himself because that was so cool and she was so cool
  • after that Pidge started teaching him how to read the stars and they started hanging out in the Holt’s household so much that the whole family practically knew Shiro
  • Mama Holt was all in for Shiro but Sam was still observing him Shiro will earn his approval in due time
  • Shiro gave Pidge peanut butter cookies for valentines
  • Pidge begged Mama Holt to teach her how to make mac n cheese afterwards because she heard Shiro loved it she burned a couple few
  • they love different doctors from Doctor Who Shiro loves Ten but Pidge loves Eleven and their ships are enemies too because Shiro is all for Rose but Pidge believes River is the one
  • But both admit that Jack Harkness is the hottest character in DW
  • They once got lost in a cornfield looking for crop circles
  • they have matching sonic screwdriver pens that they got from amazon or at a con
  • they went out as an actual UFO and an alien for Halloween
  • they are both defensive about Pluto being a planet
  • Pidge was surprised when Shiro knew so much about make up to the point where he is better than her own mother
  • matching winged eyeliner eyes ;)
  • on shiro’s birthday, he cosplayed ten with the suit and tie and the sneakers and then Pidge showed up with Rose’s pink formal dress and the blue jacket and he cried
  • Shiro’s brother Keith is skeptical of Pidge until he hears her talk about Big foot and all these conspiracy theories
  • Pidge and Shiro going around libraries and bookstores and then having book recommendations with each other and being scolded by the librarian because their book debates have gone out of hand
  • Pidge and Shiro trying to kiss but Shiro’s braces always get in the way
  • Pidge and Shiro wanting to be astronauts and joking about going on space dates
  • they actually do so later on but let the kids have their fun now

that was fun

Hunter’s Moon

Blurb: Red’s once thriving town has been plagued by wolves for years, but the attacks keep people away and Red and her mother struggle to make their Inn pay. On her way to visit her grandmother she happens across the wolves’ latest victim, who is miraculously still alive. 

Loki is roaming, searching for someplace to call home, but the small mountain town was only supposed to be a stop on his journey,not his destination. Loki knows more about the wolves than the townsfolk do and in return for Red’s compassion, he feels compelled to stay long enough to help them. 

Is Loki the answer to Red’s prayers, or is he as dangerous as her friend says he is. 

Based on the following imagine: Imagine Loki being a werewolf, and falling for Red Riding Hood. 

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My thoughts on Doctor Who 10x01

-1 minute in and we’ve already gotten an homage to River AND Susan?! There go my feels
-the classic screwdrivers!
-I love Bill already. She is unique as companions go, sees things differently and ask questions no ones ever thought to ask
-Banter! The doctor and his companion should always have banter! And we haven’t had any like this in a while
-sentient puddle? only this fucking show
-wait? so the doctor can just freely come and go from the time war now? Ok… -Clara’s song 😭😭😭

All in all, the episode didn’t have much of a plot, but served more as an intro piece to the rest of the season. And I am ok with that BECAUSE THIS SEASON LOOKS AWESOME.

Moffat is truly looking to drive himself and Capaldi out on a high note.

I squealed when Missy appeared in the promo, but then when beardy John Simm flashed past, and had to rewind and pause and then proceeded to hyperventilate.


coffeeworldsasaki  asked:

1, 11 and 26 for the meme for shipper


1. Throwback to when Cardcaptors was airing, and I had no idea what shipping was (being like 7 or 8 at the time) and just wanting Lee and Sakura to get married when they grow up lolols 

in terms of actual fandom shipping though, my first would have been Ichigo and Rukia from Bleach /insert tragic music/ imo Kubo never really hinted any romance, so i was genuinely convinced it would either be ichiruki or nothing at all … /cries a river/ 

11. ummm my favourite first kiss is probably Zero and Yuuki’s first kiss from Vampire Knight - it was honestly such a fucking tragedy because she was leaving to be with the other guy (aka her bro…i cannot), but it gave me hope and was my only hope for the next few months? years? i dont even remember lmao - but it kept me going lmao

26. weirdly all my ships are very different, but have one thing in common: slowburn as fuck. like if they couple is together in the first few episodes i wont ship it… like i need them to be friends first lmao i like build up and tension and awkward friendship to lovers 

send me a number about my ships ~


So digging thru an antique store bin today I found an old scrap book that belonged to a high school girl from Fall River, MA around 1929-1931

She filled it with almost 150 pages of photos of her favorite movie stars, cut from papers and magazines. Here are just a few pages, she really loved Joan Crawford and James Cagney.

This really shows me that fans still have an amazing connection to one and other ever after 80+ years. Just now they hit reblog and use photo shop which isn’t that different.

I mean, God help whoever finds the moody emotastic day planner I had in 80 years but I still really love this.

I've said it once and I'll say it again.
  • Male protag in literally any story: /makes eye contact with woman
  • Xena: /Diverts a river to save Gabrielle's life. /Tells Gabrielle she's the best thing in her life while she's being cruxified. /Tells Gabrielle she loves her from the fucking other side. /Comes back to life to be with Gabrielle. /Goes back to two different underworlds to be with Gabrielle. /Rips heaven and hell a new one to be with Gabrielle. /Kisses Gabrielle multiple times. /Has SAPPHO THE SAPPHIC LESBIAN FROM LESBOS WRITE HER A LOVE POEM. /Does everything in her power to prove her love except fuck on camera.
  • People: It's just Subtext. God, isn't Subtext so annoying? Why can't we just watch them fuck? That's the only way we can prove it for certain.
  • Me: /stares into the camera like in the office.

anonymous asked:

Loved your recent gen bend scenario 😍 So i'd like to ask for a male!jasmine (from Aladdin) please hahaha she'd be so hot as a guy

Gotta admit, I enjoy writing them!

Of all the women he met, she was one that had his heart feel like it was about to burst from his chest. She was different. No pampered princess, simpering for attention or unable to do anything outside of palace life. Oh, and the tales she had shared of her journeys.

“…and the mountains! Blue with white caps. When spring comes, all the rivers and streams swell from the melted ice and snow that the chill is still felt farther inland.” she let out a sigh as she fell back against the grass, sapphire eyes closed as she tilted her head to the sun.

“It all sounds so wonderful.” he always tried to picture her home, a hard task since he’s never really seen anything beyond the edges of Agrabah. Blue mountains, lush green fields, and forests… so much vibrancy was hard to imagine over his life of constant golden sands.

“It really is…” she hummed had him looking back down at her her, fully content in the sun.

While her skin had darkened since he first met her, it was still very much a creamy ivory. So much paler than his own. A beautiful contrast to the customary cuts that he and his people wore. He smiled as a memory of how shy she had been when she first put their fashion on, it had taken so long for her to relax and step out to reveal her new outfit.

Never before had she worn something so revealing, or so she said. And she was adamant on hiding a particular scar. He leaned down, his fingers barely brushing the starburst scar in curiosity, freezing when twitched away. “I apologize.”

“…I- no. It’s alright.” her hand brushed over the scar as her brows furrowed for a moment. “Just, a little sensitive and ticklish there.”

His brows shot up, while he was relieved to know he hadn’t offended her, he had not expected how she would react after she replied. His mind was quick to recall what his swords tutor had told him about scars. They were either reminders of their mistakes or signs that they had survived the confrontation. He wondered which it was for Kagome.

However, her continued fidgeting and squirming delayed his curiosity. “What, are you doing?”

“I don’t know!” her hands flew up to cover her face, muffling a pitiful whine. “I’m a little unselfconscious about my scars and this outfit is still too revealing!”

Dark eyes blinked at the mortified young woman as she peeked up at him through her fingers. His lips twitched before he began to laugh, hand pressed to his stomach. Her cries and demands that he stop, that it wasn’t funny only made him laugh that much harder.

“This,” he indicated to what she was currently wearing. “… is no more or no less revealing than what you were wearing when you first arrived.”

Sapphire eyes narrowed on him, even as her cheeks became rosy, harrumphing when she turned away from him. She was muttering words to herself, though he was able to pick up bits and pieces. He was insensitive? Didn’t know anything about women?

He chuckled at the glare she tossed at him from over her shoulder, form still slightly curled up and away from him. “Kagome. I truly meant no offense. I was merely pointing out my observations. How was what you wore before any different that what you are now?” he gently rolled her back to face him, absently tucking stray strands of hair behind an ear.

“I… It’s not… What I mean…” her brows furrowed as she nibbled on her lower lip, clearly trying to point out the differences she saw. At her defeated sigh, and a lazy toss of her hands, she knew what she was about to say. “It’s not different at all! I’m just used to wearing certain cuts. Stupid underwear-bikini problem…”

Prince Jamshid had no idea what she meant by her last words, but he figured it had to do with what they were currently talking about. Instead, he enjoyed her presence. He watched her eyes light up as Rajah approached, a deep rumbling purr echoing around them when Kagome began to bestow him with her affections.

She was one of the only females outside of the palace that Rajah actually accepted, perhaps it was a sign… He would get to know Kagome better before he jumped into making any too major a decision.

Sundays were supposed to be boring

🍓 🍼 A Father’s Day drabble  🍓 🍼

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**age differences are back to normal again, sorry if you all liked teenager William and his little sister. They really only have a four year age difference. but you can request much older brother William if you like. I have a few of those coming, but this is how it was initially written. xxx

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