i really like chinese

In case anyone was wondering, Mei’s halloween costume is called a ‘Jiangshi‘ and it’s probably one of my favorite cultural monsters. :D The Jiangshi is also known as ‘the hopping vampire’ and I first ran into it on a game called Ragnarok Online.

While often mistaken for a zombie, it is in fact a vampire (despite the fact that it’s a reanimated corpse) and is typically dressed in garments from the Qing dynasty. They move only by hopping around (hence the name) and often have their arms outstretched forward permanently, both due to rigor mortis. They also feed off of the life energy of their victims (much like Mei in overwatch), which is where the vampire comes in, although the Chinese claim that the slavic vampire had no influence on the Jiangshi.

You can stop a Jiangshi one of several ways, from apparently sucking their held breath out of them, which causes them to turn into a normal, lifeless corpse, to throwing rice and small objects in it’s path, which will force it to pick up and count each grain. (Counting vampire. Hmm..)

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The weaknesses of a Jiangshi include the blood of a black dog, a wooden sword made from a peach tree, a hen’s egg, glutinous rice (by extension of its use in the attempt to draw poisons from a living body), and the urine of a virgin boy. (Yikes)

 They’re controlled by the talisman that’s placed on their heads, and like a western vampire, anyone who’s life force is drained by the Jiangshi becomes a Jiangshi themselves.

Here’s a few examples from pop culture you may recognize as a Jiangshi.

Nightwalker Heartless from Kingdom Hearts

Lee Pailong from the Shaman King manga/anime.

Hsien-Ko from the Darkstalkers fighting game.

Thanks for taking a look, I know the Jiangshi isn’t a very popular monster in western culture and I know a few people have been curious about her new Halloween Skin so I thought I’d make this post. :D

if youre a writer and you want to know what multilingual ppl are really like, today I was giving directions to a Chinese couple but they were having trouble understanding me, so I turned to my gf for help and she explained it very slowly to them in English and sent them on their way. when they were gone I said “babe… you’re Chinese. Why did you give them the directions in English?” and she looked at me with utter horror, and that’s the story of how my gf forgot she spoke her own native language

general li mulan

okay so i LOVE mulan okay. as far as i’m concerned it’s a Perfect Movie and doesn’t need any fixing. but i was thinking today and -

- what if mulan didn’t go to war to save her father?

say her father is dead, okay, killed by the previous war. so she’s raised by her mother and grandmother, women who’s complacency and softness has been worn away by necessity. she needs to marry well, for her family’s sake, because her mother has refused the hand of every man who offered. but mulan is even more rough around the edges than before, is educated not only in books (her mother said men wouldn’t find smarts attractive and grandmother pointed out that men aren’t always around and off to school mulan went) but in the sword too, taught to her by her classmate, ping.

mulan is considered in the lower end of the upper class, coming from a family of military men and scholars and successful merchants. ping is near the top, the son or nephew of an advisor to the emperor. his family is very rich and very important, and the reason they become friends is because mulan manages to notice something about him that he’s been hiding from everyone else - he’s going blind.

not totally blind, enough to get around, but blind enough that reading is difficult and swordplay is even worse, although once he has it down he has it. ping is no fool, he’s not weak or bumbling. his eyes just don’t work. so mulan notices and confronts him about it. she promises to keep it a secret, and hey, she’ll even help him with his assignments by reading the books out loud and helping him study. but in return he must teach her the sword, must teach her about military and tactics. he agrees.

ping and mulan become very good friends and there’s some raised eyebrows about it but they are TOO far away in class for it to be inappropriate, so they make tutting sounds and disapproving faces and let it go.

then the draft happens. ping can’t go to war, he won’t survive it. not with his eyesight like it is. so mulan offers him a deal - she’ll go to war for him, in his place. in return, if she survives, he must marry her. if she dies he must take care of her family.

ping can’t make this kind of family decision on his own, so he goes to his mother and tells her everything, about the eyesight and how he’ll die if he goes and mulan’s offer. his mother says he must keep it a secret from his father, but agrees - if mulan fights in her son’s place and survives, a wedding will be arranged. either way, mulan’s family will be taken care of. ping will be sent to live with some cousins in the meanwhile.

“you’re not in love with me, are you?” ping asks, helping mulan saddle her horse in the middle of the night. she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “not even a little. but marrying you will make my family happy, and besides, you’re my best friend,” she says, smiling, “better you than some grabby old man.” he smiles and hugs her and says, “i’m not in love with you either. but don’t die out there. we have a wedding to plan.”

so mulan goes to the camp, pretending to be ping, and she’s a little bit less lost but things still go as they go. she’s educated and trained, so it’s not hard for her to pass as ping. shang is keeping a special eye on her, thinking that she’s the son of an advisor, one of his father’s friends. and he sees how easily she excels, how quick thinking and smart she is, and starts giving her more and more responsibilities. by the time they’re called out, shang considers ping ie mulan to be his right hand man, and possibly his best friend.

he’s also a little bit in love with ping, and he’s long known he’s attracted to both genders, so he watches ping laugh and smile and the crease between his eyes when he frowns and does his best to let his feelings chase away the best soldier he has. every time shang looks at ping his heart clenches and he things to himself: i wish i could have you, i wish this was a time and a place where one man could have another, i wish you were a girl, is wish i was a girl - i wish we could be together. he’s literally a step away from doodling ‘li ping’ with little hearts over his battle plans. 

so the battles happen. shang and ping lead their men together, respected and loved. they each get promoted, and promoted, and promoted. it’s been years, and it comes to a point where they’re both generals in their own right. they trust each other, care for each other. and are both secretly in love with the other.

mulan is so conflicted. because she wants this war to end and to go home and settle back into life and become ping’s wife, so she can have an easy life spent studying and learning with her family taken care of. that’s what she’d wanted. but now what she wants is shang, her best friend, her brother in arms, her fellow general. she wishes to be everything to him, aches to be the woman on his arm and in his bed, but knows it’s the one thing she can never be.

then that final battle happens. mulan’s quick thinking saves them all and ends the war - but she’s injured.

shang finds out the ping has been a girl all along. he demands explanations - so she tells him everything, that she traded places with ping to save him, to become his wife.

and the lies should sting the sharpest, but they don’t. she’s still the same person, after all. it’s that she’s promised to another man, for one second he’d thought he might have her, but no. so he agrees not to reveal her but he’s furious and furious at himself for being furious and they’re not the same now, broken and splintered and neither of them know what to do.

the war is over. they leave. mulan returns home, and thanks to her ping is now known as a respected general. she’s done her part and survived, and now she gets her reward - ping’s hand in marriage.

but she sees ping for the first time and flings herself into his arms and starts crying. she tells him everything, because he’s still her friend, her very best friend besides shang, the man whom she lied to and betrayed and loves. and ping listens and takes her by the shoulders and says - i’ll uphold our bargain, if that’s what you want. you can be my pampered wife, you’ve more than earned it. but if you want to go to shang, i won’t blame you. you deserve your happiness.

and mulan goes back and forth, but ultimately she decides she has to try. if shang rejects her she’ll return and marry ping and uphold her family honor. but if shang wants her - he’s not as high up as ping, but he’s high up enough to satisfy her family, and also she would love him and want him if he was no more than a farming peasant so it doesn’t matter much anyway.

she rides to the capitol. she finally meets ping’s father, running into him while looking for shang. “ah mulan,” says this man who was never supposed to know of her until she became his daughter-in-law, “i didn’t expect to see you here. how fortuitous. walk with me.” she does, wary, and that’s how she discovers - he and the emperor had discovered her deception a year in, but at that point she’d already proven herself too skilled and valuable to lose. he tells her that he will uphold his son and wife’s deal and gladly welcome her to his household - but that she’s earned her rank as general, and that he and the emperor have no problem with letting her keep it.

she says thank you, shocked and joyful, but that she has to talk to someone first. “ah, yes, young general li,” he says, eyes twinkling, “i do believe he’s around here somewhere.”

she has no idea how he seems to know everything, but she finally tracks down shang who’s ecstatic to see her and hates himself for it. she confesses - says she loves him, that she’s engaged to ping but willing and able to break this engagement for shang. who is dumbfounded and elated and says yes, of course, finally and forever.

and mulan accepts her rank and marries shang, and they become the literal power battle couple of the general li mulan and general li shang. ping becomes a scholar and marries a very nice young woman who loves reading and is happy to read aloud to her husband with his failing eyes.

and they all live happily ever after.

I love it how when I speak in another language people tell me that I “have an accent”
Like, yeah, I have an accent in my first language, why are you surprised by this?

If Sehun has a thing for Chinese men, then Yixing definitely has a thing for Korean men

like look

let me just remind you that he chose sehun

in short

Zhang Yixing gets all the oppas and there isn’t shit we can do about it

you peasants got nothin on me

Some sassy Lance here Reblog if u agree

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100,000 Bad Jokes: The Movie (English Subtitles)



I can’t believe Hawk Moth’s Mandarin Chinese name is Gabriel.

Ahaha. Some of my mother's friends were saying it's just wrong for little boys to dress up as girls. They said it was "perverted" and that anyone who allows their son to dress like a girl is a bad parent.

Now first off.


I hope none of their children are gender nonconforming because they deserve better people for parents.

Second, jesus.

Boys dressing as girls is NOT perverted what the fuck is wrong with you.

It’s only perverted if it’s inappropriate for their age.

But if a boy wants to wear a pink princess dress that’s age appropriate?

Then good on him, let him have fun, let him do him.

If other parents or kids make fun of him, it’s your job as a parent to tell them to knock it off.

I hope boys dress as Wonder Woman this year.

Because Wonder Woman is badass and worthy of emulation and fuck gender roles, man, you be Wonder Woman.

And fuck my mom’s conservative friends.

They probably believe all female bodies are just inherently perverted and sexual and any male that tries to emulate one has to be some kind of sicko.

Shame on them.

You know what I really like about Miraculous Ladybug? Marinette is half-Chinese superhero, a superhero that is a European half-Asian teenage girl. She’s liked by most of her class, the Parisians love her alter-ego, she does good, she’s not stereotyped for her race. As diaspora like myself, she struggles with connecting with her Chinese relatives (especially since living in a non-English speaking country, it makes communication that more difficult), and having Westerners actually having an easier time communicating with them than her! Her race, however, is never a negative issue, and it is shown as still important to her family. Her mom is clearly a Chinese woman, and their home is decorated with a blend of Western and Chinese décor just like mine.

This is just so heart-warming to me!

I have never seen such a high and well-represented protagonism of someone of Asian descent in a non-Asian and non-American setting, and tbh, that is something I kinda need right now, what with this mis- or just plain non-representation of Asians in the West, and due to the generalized American-centrism, even when reclaiming representation for the Asian diaspora, forgetting that we exist all around the globe, and not just in the USA.


shyhawkeye requested: Chinese legend The Weaver Girl and the Cowherd

Through the varying shapes of the delicate clouds, the sad message of the shooting stars, a silent journey across the Milky Way, one meeting of the Cowherd and Weaver amidst the golden autumn wind and jade-glistening dew, eclipses the countless meetings in the mundane world. The feelings soft as water, the ecstatic moment unreal as a dream, how can one have the heart to go back on the bridge made of magpies? If the two hearts are united forever, why do the two persons need to stay together—day after day, night after night? 

girlfriend ~ soulmate series

lmao this is shit 

carry on

also thanks @imgonnaregretthisblog for putting up with my annoying ass whenever i needed help <3 

“Mommy,” you felt a small finger poke your cheek. “Mommy, wake up.” Another poke. The small girl waited a few more minutes before trying again, and failing. You’ve always said having a daughter was your greatest blessing in life but sometimes you wished that blessing came into your room a little later than 7:30am every morning. “Mommy wake up!” she tried one last time, attempting to open one of your eyes with her finger.

You groaned, rolling over in your comfortable bed so your back was now facing the little girl. She let out a happy squeal, realizing you were finally awake. You figured she was probably here to ask if you two could get out of the small apartment and do something fun today. For the last two weeks you’ve been keeping her in the apartment, making up a lame excuse to not leave the house whenever she asked if you could go out. Lately she’s been getting bored of just staying inside all day and it’s evident in how she’s been acting. You noticed she’s been asking about Shawn more and more each day even though you told her multiple times that he wasn’t in Canada right now so you couldn’t go see him.

“Ava!” you laughed as the little girl jumped onto the bed and on top of you, “I was trying to sleep!” You tried your best to keep a straight face but couldn’t help but smile as you watched your little girl try to snuggle closer to you in attempt to get warm. You finally opened your eyes, noticing that it’s darker than it should be at this time. You glanced at your phone before looking back at your daughter.

“Ava why on earth are you awake at this time?” you whispered as she climbed onto your chest and nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck. “It’s only 3am baby, it’s not time to wake up yet.”

She rubbed her eyes with her small fists before looking up at you, “I want to sleep with you mommy. Please?” You couldn’t resist her big brown eyes that were identical to yours and she knew it.

You sighed, “Ave, you need to sleep in your own bed.”

“Please mommy?” she pleaded, “I won’t ask again for a long time.”

“Okay fine,” you huffed, knowing she wasn’t going to give up and you were too tired to stay up arguing with your now 4 year old. “But you need to sleep because we get to go see Shawn tomorrow remember? And if you’re still sleeping you won’t get to come see him.”

Her eyes widened at the mention of him, “Okay! I promise I’ll sleep, goodnight.” You chuckled as she nuzzled herself into you again and pretending to snore.

You rolled your eyes at the dramatic little girl, wondering where she got this drama from because you were definitely not like this.

“Mommy?” she whispered again, minutes after saying she would go to sleep. “Where are we going to go see Shawn?”

“We’re gonna go see him at his house after he comes back from the airport, remember?” you recalled telling her these plans when you first made them a few days ago.

“Okay,” she sighed, tiredness evident in her voice. “I’ll go to sleep now.”

You chuckled to yourself once again before squeezing Ava a little tighter and letting yourself fall back asleep knowing that tomorrow was going to be one interesting day.

“Okay Ava, when we go inside you have to be good, okay? This isn’t your house so you can’t just go wherever you want,” you began telling her what you usually tell her before visiting someone. You knew she would behave herself, as she always does, but the mother in you can’t help but remind her every time.

“I know, I know,” she sighed, letting go of your hand and skipping a few meters ahead of you. You shook your head realizing she wasn’t wearing her hat, she absolutely hated it but it was cold and it keeps her warm.

“We are not going in unless you put your hat on, little miss.” You waved the little brown hat in front of you, the fluff ball on the top was bouncing all over the place. You raised your eyebrows, signalling that you were being serious and she needed to come put it on. The little girl rolled her eyes before stomping over to you and grabbing the hat from your hands and harshly putting it on her head and turning away from you once again.

“Don’t be difficult.” you warned, “It’s almost Christmas and Santa is watching very close now.”

Her eyes widened at that simple statement, she grabbed your hand again as you walked into the elevator of Shawn’s building. You noticed that the lobby was so much nicer than your building’s, and if this was the lobby than his condo must be beautiful. You wondered what must have been going through his mind when he saw your place, messy with toys scattered all over the place, you haven’t had the time to properly clean in a few weeks.

“I’m sorry mommy, I promise I’ll always wear my hat when it’s cold outside.” Ava apologized, clinging to your side as the elevator started moving. She’s never really liked elevators, she didn’t understand how it worked and the thought of it possibly breaking down terrified her.

Finally the elevator stopped on Shawn’s floor and the eager little girl pulled away from your grasp and was walking about a mile a minute 10 feet ahead of you. You chuckled to yourself, watching as she walked right past his door since you never told her which one it was. She eventually noticed you weren’t following her and looked back to find you still standing at the door, watching her.

“You went a little too far there baby,” you laughed, lightly knocking on Shawn’s door just in case he happened to pass out. Jetlag was a bitch sometimes.

The door opened to reveal a tired looking Shawn with his credit card in hand. His eyes widened when he realized that you weren’t here delivering the food he ordered.

“Y/n!” he exclaimed, pulling you into his embrace. “Hey babe, I missed you.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, as it always did when he called you that. You nuzzled your face into his neck, realizing just how much you did miss him. You thought it was impossible to miss someone this much after only knowing him for about a month.

“I missed you so much, facetime just doesn’t do anything justice.” you mutter, not wanting him to let go anytime soon. He didn’t plan on letting you go, he’s been waiting for today since after your first facetime call with him. He never expected to have such strong feelings for someone as quick as he did with you, and he planned on letting you know that tonight.

“Shawn!” Ava’s happy squeal caused you to jump, you almost forgot she was here with you. You pulled away from Shawn, letting her greet him properly. You were surprised at how fast she’s taken a liking to Shawn. Ever since she found out about what happened with her father, it’s taken her a while to warm up to someone, especially someone who was a stranger and a male.

She gave him a quick hug before retreating to the huge windows that overlooked the city, quickly forgetting about you and Shawn. You playfully rolled your eyes at her before turning back to Shawn, who sent you a tired smile. The sound of the doorbell was heard again, interrupting your little staring contest.

This time when Shawn opened the door, the delivery man was here with the food he ordered. He quickly paid for it before setting the bags on the marble counter and giving you a sheepish look.

“I tried to cook,” he began, scratching the back of his neck. “But I was really tired and fell asleep when the chicken was in the oven and I ended up burning it and lighting like 4 candles to get rid of the smell. I figured Ava doesn’t really like chinese so I ordered McDonald’s instead, I hope that’s okay with you.”

You nodded, “She’ll definitely be happy, it’s not everyday I let her have McDonald’s. I did let her have it on her birthday though.”

“That reminds me,” Shawn said, reaching for a small pink bag on the counter. He took a seat on the couch next to Ava who was still looking out the window, almost mesmerized by the view. His movements caught her attention and you noticed her eyes darting to the pink bag he was holding before she actually looked at him.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here on your birthday,” he apologized, “But I got you a little present to make up for it.”

He handed her the bag before getting up and joining you at the counter. She pulled the tissue paper out of the bag and pulled out what was inside, revealing a blue pajama dress that looked almost identical to the one she had that had a hole in it.

“Shawn,” you sighed, “You didn’t have to do that, thank you.”

He just shook his head, watching the little girl’s face light up as she realized what the dress was.

“I know it’s not the pink one but blue is just as cool you know,” he said, earning a small giggle from her.

“What do you say?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Thank you!” she carefully put the dress back in the bag before running to the door and placing the bag where you left your purse so she wouldn’t forget it when you went home.

“How did you know she needed a new one” you asked, beginning to take the food out of the paper bag as he got the plates from the cupboard.

“I pay more attention to our facetimes than you think, I saw the hole in her other one a few nights ago.”

You had to admit, you were impressed that he noticed that. Any of the other guys you’ve been with would never have noticed something like that, it took your ex three weeks to notice that you dyed your hair a completely different colour back in grade 11.

“Now let’s have some food.”

It was now almost 10:00 at night, you and Shawn were cuddled up on the couch and there was a movie playing but neither of you were paying attention to it, and Ava had fallen asleep at the end of the couch a few hours ago.

“Hey Y/n?” Shawn spoke, breaking the comfortable silence. You turned your body so you were looking up at him instead of the tv, your head still in his lap.


“When I was in Brazil, the guys and I were at a club and this girl kinda came onto me, and she kinda just kept coming onto me even though I was trying to hint that I wasn’t interested because I have you and Ava here at home…” he said, guilt lacing his voice. “I mean, yeah she was super hot but like I have you and things got weird after that and then my manager suggested I should be seen leaving the club with some girl for publicity…” he rambled.

“I don’t really understand what you’re trying to say,” you cut him off.

“Well I know technically we aren’t together,”

“So you’re saying that Ava and I are holding you back from living the ‘celebrity life’ being seen with a different girl a night?” you cut him off again, sitting up and taking the seat next to him instead. It was wrong to be assuming things like this but you couldn’t help it, you were almost positive that this is where he was taking the conversation.

“No, I’m not saying that at all!” he said, “I’m saying that even though we aren’t like officially together I have you guys here and it would be really wrong of me to go and do other things with other girls even if we aren’t together.”

“Shawn you aren’t making any sense right now, but I’ll make this easier for the both of us. I get that we’re soulmates or whatever but I don’t want you to feel tied down by my daughter or I, I mean what 19 year old pop star would want to be seen with his older soulmate and her 4 year old? You’re young, go live your life, you deserve it. I don’t want you to be here with me just because you feel like you have to.”

All of this was breaking your heart because you genuinely thought he was spending time with you because he wanted to, not because he had to. You let yourself fall for him only to have this happen, which really sucked. Especially since Ava had such a strong liking for him too.

“Are you insane Y/n?” He asked, there was anger in his tone but he was carefully not to raise his voice for Ava’s sake. “I don’t feel tied down to you at all, do you think I would make such an effort to talk to you when I’m away or make an effort to see you when I’m here if I didn’t want to? I fucking love spending time with you and Ava, I don’t know where any of this is coming from. Unless,”…”do you feel like you have to spend time with me?”

“No, I love getting to know you and talking to you all the time, so does Ava. I just thought that you were going to say that when you started talking about the other girl. I don’t understand why you even brought her up?”

You didn’t understand how this resulted in an argument, one minute you’re fine the next you’re arguing over something so pointless.  

“I brought her up because I want you to know that I don’t want anyone else! I want you and only you. I want you to officially be my girlfriend.”

He took the spot next to you once again, this time his face was only inches from yours.

“Please, be my girlfriend.”

You smiled before pressing your lips onto his, the sudden reaction shocking him but he eventually realized what was going on and kissed you back. You hated to admit this but it felt like it does in those cliche romantic movies where the main characters felt sparks the first time they kissed. Cliche, yes,  but you never wanted this feeling to stop.

“So I take that as a yes?” He smiled once you finally pulled away. You only nodded before kissing him again but pulling away much quicker than before.

“You’re fucking cute when you’re angry.” you giggled, earning a small smile from him.

‘Well you’re fucking cute all the time.”

You could feel the happiness radiating out of him as you leaned in to kiss him again. It was like you were addicted, neither of you wanted to pull away but unfortunately there was a sleeping child in the room so you had to before you let things go too far. But needless to say, the rest of the night was filled with happiness, cuddles, and a whole lot of kissing.