disclaimer: real 100% convos with my mom. my mom is straight from china so lots of asian jokes ahead. not meant to be offensive, just for laughs! read at your own discretion. you have been warned. ps read in an asian accent for more laughs
mom: “why you so fat now? when i was high school student, i weigh 45 kg. you so fat, so ugly. aiya.”
mom: “why you always no stand up straight? you look like old grandma. even i’m taller than you now!”
me: “what are you even talking about, mom? you’re wearing 5-inch heels, you cheater!”
mom: “if you to the good college, i can go back to shanghai and brag to the family. go to stanford, be doctor, so i can have the money travel the world with your dad. we can brag to your auntie haha.”
me: “mom stop dreaming.”
mom: “i treat you always so good, and this is how you repay me? can’t even go to the stanford? any chinese student can make it into stanford easy. why you so stupid?”
mom: “aiya, you so ugly. skin so dark. why you no put on sunscreen, wear hat? i can’t go to china with you, you embarrassing.”
me: “what are you talking about? i stayed inside all summer. plus we’re asian. our skin is yellow.”
mom: “no you dark. why you no like japanese, korean white skin, huh? you always watch gay-pop videos, watch dramas, but you no learn from them white skin?”
me: “mom, it’s k-pop, not gay-pop god.”
mom: “you playing piano sounds like dying panda. my co-worker 6-year-old daughter play better than you.”
me: “good for her.”
mom: “even deaf person in china play better than you. you waste my money.”
me: “mom, have you ever eaten dog before?”
mom: “no, i never went to china dog-eating festival. i hear it taste like the beef. also my friend say cat meat very good, just like chicken.”
me: “mom, i was just joking! you can’t say that wth!”
mom: “why you no go outside exercise? always stay inside like couch potato, aiya.”
me: “i’ve never seen you exercise in my whole life.”
mom: “i’m adult! i no need exercise anymore.”
mom: “no dating okay. i know high school, boys say ‘i love you’ but you say ‘no’ okay? you know you ugly so if boy says ‘you so beautiful’, he lie to you.”
me: “wow thanks, love you too mom.”
mom: “no dating any boy until the college. and in college, *whispers* only date the rich, white man. they buy you everything, no check price tag. not like the cheap asians like your dad.”
me: “okay wow. thanks for the great advice, mom.”
mom: “you so ugly. you no look like me. you ugly like your dad —nose so big, so fat.”
me: “are you not my mom then?”
mom: “i no born you. i picked you out of trash can when you were baby. i feel so bad for you. now i want to throw you back into trash.”
mom: “what you doing?”
mom: “you in high school, they give you this easy stuff? kids in china learn this 7th grade. american education system so sucks. if you move back to shanghai with me, we have to put you in 4th grade, you so stupid.”
mom: “you don’t speak chinese, i don’t talk to you. in this house, we speak chinese only.”
Four Lessons Laced in Whiskey - Drake x MC (A Royal Romance Fanfic)
#ChoicesCreates Round 18
Prompt: “We are made of all those who have built and broken us.” – Atticus
Pairing: Drake x MC Rating: T Hosted by me this week!
[A little note: This was a little frustrating at first because we don’t know much about Drake’s family. Much of this may seem like a tangent but he was one of the first people I had in mind when choosing the quote. In any case, enjoy!]
[Summary: Drake has learned several lessons over the course of his life. Each more pressing than the last, each more important. She was his fourth lesson, and the hardest he ever had to learn.]
The liquid substance scorched on its way down, burning as it often did.
Usually the whiskey settled him, made him feel a quiet resilience towards the
rest of the world. It helped to put aside his far-reaching introspective
tendencies and yet, the liquid heat had done little to that effect tonight.
They do not still his thoughts, instead they lead back to brooding reflections.
he could go back, he would change things.
He would rearrange all the little bits. The bits he didn’t like, and
even some of the bits he did. Often times, when Drake was left alone with his
thoughts, and nothing but the rising sunset to path his journey across the
stars - he would reflect. Reflect upon his life in layers, inspected it in
finer details under the microscope of his mind. Then he would come to the
conclusion that his desire to forget burned as brightly as his desire to remember.
His thoughts begun with his parents
first. The two people whom raised him, until he could raise himself. The
American spitfire that captured his father’s heart, and their whirlwind romance
which had swept into something more. More than what either of them expected, after
his father’s constant overseas journeys to meet her. The Cordonian man had
taken an American wife, and the scandal left by his insistence overshadowed the
rest of them. His father, which had never been satisfied with just
enough would come to leave a stain and had unknowingly passed the same
burden to his children.
All the birthdays which passed before
him were the younger years of being satisfied with just
enough. The innocent boy before life had twisted and turned him
ugly. The prince’s birthdays had stirred something inside him, inside all of
them. It uncovered hidden notions of jealously and envy; and begun filling his thoughts by the
time he turned ten. They pooled at his little feet and threatened to overflow
until it sunk them.
Guilt and sadness had nearly done that; sunk all of them. It clung to
every room, and with every hesitant smile or faltered step; it was going to
swallow them whole. It followed when his parents realized they couldn’t give
the world to him, nor to his sister. Not after comparing their own livelihood needlessly
to all the rich Cordonian families.
He learned his first lesson then. Acceptance.
He knew no matter what, his life would never measure up to more, not if he
constantly had expectations. So he lowered them, and met birthdays with
indifference. He pretended they no longer mattered, forced a smile on
his face every year until he could finally start believing in the lies that
left his lips. A rest to put his parents minds at ease, knowing they could
never give their children what his best friend had so readily and always
His second thoughts drifted towards his
sister. The liquor didn’t burn as much when he took another hasty gulp
from his flask. He tried to picture what she was doing right now - wherever she
was and whoever she was with. He had always hoped for better when it came to
her. Except in their last moments together; she wasn’t the smiling and
laughing girl he remembered. Instead, the versions he evoked blurred with
harsh exchanges and his own resentment. His standoffish behavior when it came
to her; her becominglike them. The rest of Cordonian nobility.
Except his sister held no title which could withstand the stinging shame that
When Savannah left, she took a piece of him with her that not even
Liam could heal. He tried of course, Liam was a perfectionist to a fault and
Drake had played along. But he had never felt truly healed. The piece she took would never be restored and remained some of the little bits he wanted to
He wanted to remember the better parts of their relationship instead;
the years of chasing Liam across the impending maze, tickling her even when she laughed and
pleaded for him to stop, and making fun of Maxwell before they had reached
those dastardly teenage years. Those years had marked the beginning and if he
had been better at protecting her; he would have saw it coming. He could have
changed them. Changed her. Maybe they wouldn’t have ended as estranged as they
were now. Maybe if he had been paying closer attention she would have been
right next to him, sharing this stupid flask of whiskey.
His sister had taught him his second lesson. Responsibility was important in becoming a good person, in living a
good life. He wished he had noticed this sooner, had cared less of what the
others thought while in his youth. He longed to shake his younger surly self,
shake his shoulders until he realized what he was letting fade right in front
of him. He wished he had been more responsible back then before the fall
out happened, and before everything had turned to shit.
He sighed and took another large gulp from his flask. He leaned back
intent on observing the stars, the only time he still felt connected to his sister. He was seeking comfort that wasn’t really there and yet hoped desperately
that they held some unseeable truth for him. Some unseeable future to dictate
another path. But why did remembering hurt so much? More importantly, why
wasn’t the whiskey driving such thoughts away?
Liam had kept the urges for a time. Liam, who had always
accepted responsibilities while Drake had shrunk away from them. He had been his
center, the only sane part of his life that never stopped making sense. Even
when all the other children he grew up with turned their snooty nose at him,
and saw him differently, Liam hadn’t. He was afraid and stricken with doubt that he
would too. He didn’t know what his friend saw in him; what made him stick up for his
well-being when all the other children had sneered at him and saw him
as the outsider. But he did. He never hesitated to.
Drake had vowed not soon after to be at his side, whenever he needed
him. He knew Liam’s princely duties weighed on him and the older they
became, the more he saw it. The more he noticed tiny cracks in what was supposed
to be the polished Liam. The infallible version. They never spoke of
it in great detail but Drake was always aware of the crushing reality; it was even beginning to crumble with Liam’s coronation nearly in sight.
Liam had taught Drake his third lesson, trust. Trust was earned not simply given, and even though his
family had changed his opinion of trust, it was Liam that had destroyed that
darkening fester from ever taking root. He taught him trust mattered and
loyalty went hand in hand with it. He wanted to be redeemable in Liam’s eyes,
cared more than he let on to what he thought of him more than the rest of them.
She was teaching him his fourth lesson. The American woman, Tinsley. The countless hours he was beginning
to spend thinking about her was dangerous. It threatened to unravel his third
lesson, it threatened the moments of in between which were beginning to mean
more to him than anything else ever had.
His hands tightened around the flask as he took another large gulp,
nearly choking from the angry way he chugged it down.
She was beautiful, in every sense of the word. Down to the slight frown
she wore whenever he said something sarcastically, or the humor that danced
inside her hazels otherwise and the wayward dance of hips which he was
beginning to notice all too much. Most of it filled his head, and the more he
knew about her, the less distance he wanted to put between them. He wanted to
know why every time she smiled at him and threw her head back to chuckle, a
distinct sense of longing filled his chest. A longing he cannot explain
with words because he believed simple words wouldn’t provide proper justice she
He closed his eyes at the thought and finally laid back inside the
comfort of the musky grass. He shouldn’t be thinking of her this way; lesson
three would unravel the more he lingered on her, the more he cared.
“Drake?” A familiar voice had spoken softly behind him.
He straightened his shoulders as he sat aside, and eyes connected with
hers before he noticed her visibly blushing. “Tinsley.” He said in greeting.
Tonight, wasn’t good for running into her. It was supposed to
be a night filled with whiskey. And bitter resentment at remembering; for him and
his measly whiskey. “What’re you doing here?”
She tucked stray hairs behind her ear, before sitting beside him. “Trying to
find you obviously.” Then her expression softened when her eyes swung back to
his. “You left dinner in such a hurry…I just wanted to make sure you were okay…”
She trailed off weakly.
He looked away first. He hadn’t wanted to but it was the proper thing to do. The longer he looked, the more he feared his desires would win out. So instead, he looked away before sighing and handing her his flask. “I’m fine really, nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”
The corner of her mouth lifted into a smile, “What kind of a weakness
would I be if I didn’t check up on you?” She took the flask and muttered thanks
He scowled. He knew her gentle teasing was to try and cheer him up, but
he wanted to hold onto his snarkiness for a little longer. “You’re never going to
let me forget I said that, aren’t you?”
“Not a chance.” She took another swig, “I know you aren’t okay and it’s
fine if you don’t want to talk about it.” She eyed a particular spot across the
gross before handing him back his flask. “Because maybe talking about it is
really hard and maybe it hurts too much to.” She took a deep breath as if trying to figure out what to say next. “But I’m here.” She nodded firmly, “I’m here and I’m not planning on
going anywhere, not even if you push me to.”
She was saying that because she knew it was his intention. He wanted to
push her away, even though he longed to embrace her. He wanted to before it happened. Before they crossed the line that could never
become uncrossed. But even as his mind wondered; it was already too late. That line had already been forgotten.
When he glanced up at her and caught her steady stare – he saw more
affection in her eyes than he had ever seen in a long time. No, it wasn’t simple affection - it was
something more. It was so much more.
He realized in that moment, the
lesson she had finally taught him had a name. Love. She was teaching him how to love again. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
So it starts out as a small mistake, fuelled by too much heartbreak and alcohol, and not enough sex in a very long time. Then it gets worse.
The last thing Rhys remembers from before everything became a blur of naked sweaty flesh and murmured filth is Vasquez sliding another pretty blue drink across the bar towards Rhys, a smug, predatory grin on his face as he says, “Drink up, Rhysie. My treat.”
Of all the people to have a drunken rebound one-night stand with, did he seriously have to pick his nemesis? Honestly.
Rhys makes a bad mistake. Putting himself back together, after, is hard. Jack helps.
I really don’t understand the logic behind saying Tony’s the one who ~saw Steve’sdark side~, as though that final brutal beat-down by Steve wasn’t in fact him taking advantage of that last opening Bucky gave him in a completely desperate attempt to disable the Iron Man suit before Tony killed them all.
I’m not saying Tony would have killed Steve and Bucky, my point is: Steve thought Tony was going to kill them. And justifiably so.
Tony’s the one who flew into a murderous rage out of love for his mother. We saw him go off the deep end to avenge what’s his. Between Steve and Tony, one of them did see the other’s dark side, but it sure as hell wasn’t Tony seeing Steve’s. Tony wasn’t ~terrified~ of Steve, no more than he justifiably could be while bracing himself for an incoming attack at his face. He wasn’t overwhelmed by Steve and Bucky’s love. At the end of the day, the movie explicitly established that Tony is the one who’s most likely toliterally kill a man for someone he loves.
Tony fought because he was enraged, while Steve and Bucky fought to stay alive.
I’ve seen some people ask for ipkknd with english subs. There is this guy in India who is currently translating them using his own software and is up to 250 eps so far (I managed to get 241 subs for free with some begging off others but now I’m stuck).
The problem is you have to pay £45 on his site because he has other shows he’s working on, too. I’ve managed to get him to knock it down to £20 for only ipkknd (2011-2012). If others are interested we can raise £20 and the people who chip in (can be like £1) can receive every subtitle(srt file) update until he finishes it. (I myself am currently downloading each episode and I’m up to 241 and putting it online.
If people are interested, pls message me and I can set something up if enough people are interested.
EDIT: if there is any method other than paypal people would be happier with (to see the amount being raised) I have no problem with it.
@phati-sari I was hoping you could signal boost this since you have a bigger platform than me for the show. 😊