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not to be dramatic but is “carol and daryl deadass sitting down, arranging a candle center table setting, carol cooking for her man, daryl remembering to speak full sentences and then smiling at each other shyly while eating” too long to put as ‘reason for death’ on my birth certificate

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thank you because I wore a nice flannel today and it gave me an excuse to try and be as cute as sanha 💕

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Rebirth of Chen An: Chapter 21

What an unreasonable man; they only met once on a plane. Even if his habits remained the same as in his previous life, these trivial quirks shouldn’t have aroused Ivanov’s interest enough to investigate him.

Chen An’s death should have been good news to Ivanov. It is the removal of a powerful competitor after all.

‘I thought Chinese people are all very friendly and warm. Hey - hey, don’t go, long live the friendship between Russia and China!’ Following close behind Chen An, Ivanov started spouted strings of utter nonsense.

What an idiot.

Chen An couldn’t help but frown. How could a madman like Ivanov be his competitor?

‘How do you say in it Mandarin? We have a shared destiny! Hey, An, how about a drink?’ Ivanov didn’t seem ready to part with Chen An yet.

With Ivanov’s looks and wealth, he really didn’t need to follow behind a man whose looks are nothing exceptional.

Chen An felt a sudden bewilderment; Why is Ivanov following him? Is it just because he share a few similarities to ‘Chen Zhang An’?

But even more perplexing, why is he in the cruise bar drinking with Ivanov?

‘I haven’t introduced myself; I’m Ivanov.’

For a man with such striking looks, he would attract attention no matter where he goes. Ivanov reserved the entire bar the moment he stepped inside, his burly guards standing guard at the door entrance like stone guardians, scaring away all the other tourists who tried to enter the bar.

Without a word, Chen An picked up a glass and took a sip.

His indifferent demeanor gave Ivanov an odd feeling that he was trying to kick an iron plate. Jeering disdain flashed through his eyes as he lightly circled the rim of his wine glass with a slender finger. ‘As is the usual custom of making friends, aren’t you going to tell me your name?’

‘But you know that already, don’t you?’ Chen An replied languidly. He isn’t dumb enough to jump into hole Ivanov dug for him.

He couldn’t quite accustom himself to the strong alcohol. It seems like his sensitivity to alcohol has increased immensely since his rebirth, because in the past, not even a thousand shots could bring him down. In fact, he had once depended on this alcoholic capacity that is as vast as the sea to seal a deal with Ivanov’s father on the bar table.

Whether you are a man or woman, whether you are a child or a senior citizen, all Russians like to drink. Vodka in particular, is an integral part of their lives.

The glass of martini in his hands felt like a glass of poison; Chen An had a restless urge to finish it in a mouthful.

Could it be that after switching a physical body, his alcoholic tolerance had turned to shit?

‘Don’t be a girl, An. Drink it all.’ Ivanov smiled as he raised his emptied glass in his hand, his words successfully provoking Chen An.

Though Chen An appear to be in his thirties, but his soul is that of a man over forty years old. He didn’t enjoy being looked down by someone so much younger than him one single bit.

Especially when he was a champion drinker in the past.

Chen An then did an action that he regretted to the bottom of his soul. He raised the glass of martini and downed it completely.





Translator’s notes:
*Although An is Chen An’s given name (with Chen being his family name), but typically with Chinese names that has only 2 characters, people will address them with their full name as oppose to only their given name. To do otherwise, would be informal, almost like a pet name. So, for a stranger who you technically only met once to call you ‘An’, it is a little creepy.

anonymous asked:

What do you think of the possible appearance of Coran's son from the older show into the newer one? (or more known as the galran spy that was transformed to look like an older version of his infant son that died when Zarkon attacked). would it work?

Ok, so like

A) That was a shit storyline because it broke my baby’s heart. I want to punch everyone responsible. 

B) I have a better idea anyway. Say because of Alteans’ shapeshifting capabilities, Coran was at some point totally down with being a surrogate for a member of his old training warband who couldn’t have a kid for whatever reason. Only the other alien’s culture recognizes surrogates as parents too! So Coran legally had a son and visited the little sprat and was basically the best uncle-dad ever…

Until the family went missing during the Galra Empire’s expansion, shortly after the remnants of the Altean race have fled their razed planet.

Coran, having lost all of his Altean family, believes his other family is gone too, but he doesn’t even have time to grieve for them because what’s left of the Altean race is dying off in droves until it’s only him and the royals and then it’s only him and then cryo.

Fast forward!

The new Voltron crew comes across the planet and its inhabitants… and one little clan that rather conspicuously uses dye to make patterns in their fur a familiar shade of red in reverence/memory of a lost great-great-grandfather.

may disadvantage din talaga pagiging anak ng teacher, yung tipong may nakalimutan tapos sayo ipapasa “dhae pasearch kamo kay nanay mo” “dhae patex ka sa nanay mo” “dhae padala mo ganit kay tita mo makitex ka kay nanay mo” puta aba nakakairita lang naalala ko kasi noon na nung time na nagfeferment kami ng alak tas nakalimutan yung video tas akin iniasa :-) qt nyo naman shet nabwisit ako kasi di porket anak ako ng teacher at nanjan yung nanay ko eh sakin nyo nalang iaasa lahat pag may nakalimutab ganito ganyan tangina nakakasawa

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Gotham City Sirens | Pamela Isley 

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