mings garden

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favorite ship meme: Dao Ming Si and Shan Cai <Meteor Garden 2001> (7/10)

“Why must we give up? If I could give up, I would’ve done so the first time I broke up with you. I don’t want to think about it. We will always be together.”   ~ A Si

“I have no time to think it over. Whatever the consequences, or whether or not I’ll regret it, all I want to do is run towards him.”   ~ Shan Cai

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Ming Dynasty era stone carvings next to the entrance door of a private home garden in Shanghai.  The garden, which was developed during the Ming Dynasty, was one of many family gardens through the walled city of Shanghai.  In the late Qinq Dynasty, a Cantonese family purchased the property, which they have owned and maintained ever since. These exquisite stone carvings are amongst finest examples of classical Ming era carving in Shanghai.

13 going on 30 AU Pt. 3

Originally posted by seeminglyordinary7

Hey guys! I’m sorry I didn’t post today (even though I made this on Sunday). Since I can’t keep promises, i’ll just post once or twice a week. One fic being this AU and another fic being something else. Other than all that, I hope you enjoy this! ^^ Also i’m still open for request! Tags are also open! 

Word count: 2,105

Warnings: None (Not that I could think of)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own 13 Going On 30! BUT I did adjust some things so they wouldn’t be as similar to the movie.

N/N = Nick Name

Enjoy! 


“You’re not from Ming Gardens.” He stated the obvious when you weren’t holding his take out.

“Bruce?” You asked yourself more than you asked the man on the other side.

“Yeah.” Who were you? He asked himself.
“You’re tall. You’re different.” you smiled, you looked him up and down, taking him all in. Holy crap was he handsome! Puberty hit him hard!

“Yeah.” He nodded his head, looking you up and down.

“You don’t know me?” You felt heart broken. How did he not know it was you? “Oh, that’s so weird, because you were just there. The thing is, it wasn’t yesterday, because i’m not thirteen.” You whispered to yourself looking down to the ground, knowing full well you look crazy now.

“Y/N.” Bruce called your name out.

“Yes!” You looked back at him with a big smile plastered on your face.

“Y/N L/N.” Bruce confirmed again.

“Yes! Bruce, that’s me.” You jumped a little. Barley trying to hold your excitement in.

THUD.

He just just closed the door on you. You were in disbelieve, you really wanted to cry. Just before doing so, you heard a little bit of ruckus from behind the door until he opened it up again, opening it all the way.

“Hey.” He leaned on the door frame.

“Oh, Brucey!” You barged right in, engulfing him in a hug.

“Come on in.” He said defeated, as if you weren’t already in his apartment.

You walk ahead of him as he closed the door.

“You still take pictures?” You looked at his wall of pictures as you went down the small set of stairs.

“Uh, yea, you know, it, uh, pays the bills.” He stammered on, “Hey Y/n, what are you..why are you here?” He asked confused looking you straight in the eye as you turned around to face him.

“Brucey, I told you. Something really weird is happening. Yesterday was my thirteenth birthday, and then…and then today I woke up, and i’m this,” you pointed to yourself up and down, “And you, I mean, you’re that!” You waved your hand up and down towards him, “You get it?” As if it should be that obvious.

Bruce just looked confused, “Are you high? Have you been smoking pot? Doing Y? Falling into a K-hole?” You did not sound sane to him, “Are you high?” he asked again, he just need to make sure.

“No! No. Look,” You walked towards him, “I was sitting in my closet, and I…I,” You stopped to look at Bruce, he was scared but more concerned for your well being, “I skipped everything. Bruce, it’s like a weird dream. I c-can’t remember my life. You need to help me remember my life.” You pleaded.

“Me?”

“Yes.” Who else would?

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” You asked.

“I don’t know you.” He scoffs, “I don’t know anything about you, alright?” He made it seem like it was so obvious to you and him, “I haven’t seen you since high school.”

“What?” Since high school? How long ago was that? You haven’t been to high school, from what you remember at least.

“We’re not friends anymore, Y/N.” What does he mean?

“Brucey, you’re my best friend.” You looked up at him sad.

“No.” He shook his head.

You couldn’t believe this, how did that happen? You had to take a deep breath in, and let it out as you backed away to recompose yourself. Were you sweating? Was it hot in here?

“Okay, It’s cool. It’s cool.” He tried reassuring you.

“Is it warm in here?” You fanned yourself with your hand.

‘It’s, it’s….Maybe I should open a window.” He pointed towards the big window in his apartment.

“I think i need some fresh air and a glass of water and a fluffy pillow, please?” You sat down on his couch looking at him.

“You want a glass of water? I’ll get you some. You want ice in that?” He was very concerned for your well being right now, he’s never had anyone freak out on him like this.

“I want a fluffy pillow. Please!” You cried out at him, wailing your arms a little.

“A fluffy pillow, coming right up.” He held his arms up in surrender as he walked backwards, towards the kitchen.
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It didn’t take long for Bruce to get you a glass of water and a fluffy pillow. As you both made it outside the apartment patio to catch some fresh air. You sat down with the fluffy pillow as Bruce handed you the water. You took a long gulp of water before speaking.

“You alright?” He asked as you were still drinking water. You just nudged a little to let him know you were okay. “Y/N, I think you should go back to your apartment. I’ll help you find it.” Bruce suggested.

With a mouth full of water, you just nodded at his suggestion.
____

“Y/N, our lives went separate ways. We went to different colleges, different careers.” Bruce explained as you both walked down New York’s busy streets, toward your apartment.

“Well, what about Christmas? Didn’t you want to see me then?” You both do live next to each other back home, and you must’ve gone home for Christmas.

“I…I…I think I saw you through a window once, six years ago.” He remembered vaguely.

“Six years ago?” You asked confused, that can’t be right.

“Yeah.” He assured you.

“Wasn’t I home last Christmas?”

“Y/N, I don’t know. Doesn’t your crowd do St. Barts for Christmas? I don’t know” St. Barts? The island? Since when? You were so confused. As you walked a little bit more, you stopped near your apartment complex.

“Is this you?” Bruce asked, making sure you didn’t get the wrong building.

“Yeah. This is where I live now.” You sighed as you walked towards the doors, and opened your bag to look for your keys that you hope you had with you.

“Okay, so…nice seeing you.” Bruce said as he had his hand against the building.

You looked from your purse to look at him with a soft smile.

“Good luck. Okay?” He pushed off the wall.

“Okay.” You answered innocently.

“Bye.”

“Bye.” You said back with a hint of sadness as you saw him walk away

You hesitantly looked around thinking of what to say so he won’t leave.

“Bruce!” You called out to him. He stopped and turned around to see you.

“Who is St. Bart?” You blurted out, you didn’t want him to leave, and it seemed like he also didn’t want to leave as he walked towards you with a smile on his face.
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“The most depressing years of my life. Our high school yearbook.” He stated jokingly, as you flipped through the yearbook you surprisingly had in your apartment closet. As you skimmed through the yearbook on your kitchen counter, sitting down, you saw a lot of pictures of you and other students throughout the yearbook. You stopped turning the pages until you saw a picture of young you with the Six Chicks.

“Bruce, was I a Six Chick?” You asked in disbelief, you couldn’t believe that you actually made it into the group.

“Uh, yea, you were pretty much their leader.” Bruce scratched his head, wondering how he got in this situation.

Wait, I was THEIR leader?! Wow, you became a Six Chick, you have your own apartment, and you have boobs! Oh, you have it great right now. You looked back at the photo when you saw Dee-Dee behind younger you.

“There’s Dee-Dee, I wonder what happened to her.” You wondered. What DID happen to her?

“Uh, the last I heard, you guys were still pretty good friends. I think you actually both work together.” He opened up a can of soda from your fridge. He started walking around your apartment, taking it all in as you flipped through the yearbook.

“Emily. Oh, my gosh, yes. She’s Emily Lancaster now. She looks so different.” You started praising her.

“Yeah, she’s pretty big into the whole plastic surgery movement.” Bruce still didn’t like her, even after not seeing or speaking to her since high school. You ignored him by digging a little deeper into the yearbook, until you found your prom photo.

“I was the prom queen.” You awed out loud.

“Yep.” Bruce popped the P.

“And I went with Harry Osborn.” You had your hands around Harry Osborn.

“Yeeeeep.” He extended the E’s and popped the P, once again. He was getting pretty tired of you shoving it in his face, even if he knew you meant well.

“Oh, this is incredible. I can’t believe it. I got everything I ever wanted.” You sighed happily as you put the yearbook down on the counter.

“Yeah Y/N, You got it all. Congratulations.” Bruce said in a sarcastic tone as he looked around the apartment. Before you could reply, the telephone rang. You looked back at Bruce, expecting him to answer his phone, “It’s your phone.” he pointed towards your phone on the couch. You ran towards it, expecting it to be your mom or dad.

“Hello.” You answered the phone as you jumped on your couch, stomach down and your legs crossed up above you. You always did this when speaking on the phone with anyone in your room back home.

“Hi, Marvel calling to confirm your limousine pickup for 8:30 this evening.” The woman said from the other line. A Limousine? For ME? Whaaaaaaa?

“My Lim…Yes, my limousine for 8:30. I will be prepared to take my ride for that time. Can you tell me where i’m going?” You had to make sure it wasn’t some sketchy person to kidnap of you of course. You saw Bruce heading towards the door, but not exiting as he wanted to wait for you to hang up so he could leave.

“The Avengers Tower. 27 Wall Street.” The woman replied.

“Thank you.” You hung up as you got up from laying down on the couch, “I’m going to a party in a limo!” You jumped in excitement.

“Ha, great. Looks like you’re back to your old self, N/N. I should probably go.” Bruce said nonchalantly.

“You don’t want to go to the party?” You crooked your neck sideways confused.

“Nah, I gotta work. Thanks.” He backed away a little more towards the door.

“Shoot. I forgot you got a job.” You said more to yourself than to him, “It’s kinda cool we both have jobs.” You smiled at him, both your lives are cool now.

“Totally.” Bruce said unenthusiastic with his hand in his front pockets of his sweater

“Well, if you decide you want to come, it’s gonna be really fun. 27 Wall Street.” you repeated what the woman said to him.

“Okay, great. Thanks Y/N, bye-bye.” He looked down as he walked towards the door. He really didn’t want to leave.

“Bruce!”

“Yeah.” he looked back quickly to your voice calling out his name. You walked towards him.

“What if this isn’t just a dream?” you stopped in your tracks when you were face to face with him, bodies only inches apart, just an inch away from a kiss, “What if what I wished for, actually happened?” Bruce looked down between your eyes and lips, mostly focusing on your lips. He looked a way for a quick second before looking back at you.

“Well, then, you got everything you ever wanted. You might as well enjoy it.” he smiled down at you, “Bye Y/N.” He said once again as he finally opened the up the door and headed towards the elevator. You keeped the door open to see him go.

“Brucey.” You called out.

“Yeah?” He quickly turned around to your voice.

“Arrivederci.” You waved goodbye to him.

‘I’ll see you.” He laughed as he walked towards the elevator.

“Bruce.” You whined for him to say your guy’s old saying back.

“Yeah?” He smiled turning around, again. With pleading eyes, you silently asked him to say it back, “Au revoir.” He finally said back to make you smile. Oh gosh, how he missed that smile of yours. His wink indicated that he never forgot the old tradition as he finally got to the elevator to go back home. You closed the door as you got ready.

As Bruce waited for the elevator, he looked back towards your apartment lovingly, he was still kinda in love with you. But he wouldn’t admit it you or himself.

To be continued…

In May of 1870, Thomas Child was hired by the Imperial Maritime Customs Service to be a gas engineer in Peking (Beijing). The 29-year-old Englishman left behind his wife and three children to become one of roughly 100 foreigners living in the late Qing dynasty’s capital, taking his camera along with him. Over the course of the next 20 years, he took some 200 photographs, capturing the earliest comprehensive catalog of the customs, architecture, and people during China’s last dynasty.

The wedding portrait of Zeng Jifen and Nie ji Gui, who were only recently identified. The bride is the daughter of Marquis Zeng Guofan, a high-ranking Chinese official during the Qing dynasty,

A photograph showing the section of the Great Wall that includes the Nankou pass leading to Mongolia.

A photograph of a traditional bridal sedan chair, which would carry a bride to her wedding. The journey in the chair is meant to represent the bride’s transition from one family to another.

A view of Spirit Way at the Imperial Tombs outside Peking. The avenue was lined with 24 stone animal figures, 12 standing and 12 recumbent, symbolizing the road leading to heaven.

An image of a “lama,” or Tibetan Buddhist monk, and his pupil. Both subjects hold prayer beads and bundles of “sutras,” or scripture, in their laps. On the table behind them are bronze sculptures and sacred Tibetan ritual objects, including a skull cup with a bronze Buddha and a statue of Kali, the goddess of Time, Power, and Destruction. This is one of the earliest photographic portraits of a religious figure in Peking

A view of a bronze instrument at The Imperial Astronomical Observatory. The location is a pretelescopic research center built during the Ming dynasty and expanded during the Qing dynasty.

A view of the Fountain Gate in Yuan Ming Yuan, or the Garden of Perfect Brightness. Beginning in 1709, the Qing emperor Kangxi began the construction of this garden retreat, which was modeled on the grand palaces, gardens, and fountains of Europe. Much of Yuan Ming Yuan was destroyed in the Second Opium War.

A view of the Forbidden City from across an imperial moat. This photograph shows 15th and 16th-century Chinese fortification systems which do not exist today.

The front view of Wan Shou Shan, or Longevity Hill, on the grounds of the Summer Palace.

A view of the Seventeen Arch Bridge, the largest bridge of any imperial garden, on the grounds of the Summer Palace. This photograph of the bridge includes the Bronze Ox overlooking Kunming Lake. Cast in 1755, the Bronze Ox was positioned on the lake in hope of preventing floods, as the ox is said to possess special power over water. Inscribed on the back of the ox in seal characters—the most ancient form of Chinese script—is the famous ode “Inscription on the Golden Ox” by the Emperor Qianlong,

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Giuseppe Castiglione, Architectural drawings for the Yuen Ming Yuan [Gardens of Perfect Brightness]; commissioned by Emperor Quianlong (弘曆), China, 1747-1759.

Snow on the Old Summer Palace ruins, Beijing, China

Old Summer Palace, known in Chinese as Yuan Ming Yuan (the Gardens of Perfect Brightness), and originally called the Imperial Gardens, was a complex of palaces and gardens. It is located 5 miles northwest of the walls of the Imperial City and was built in the 18th and early 19th century as the place where the emperors of the Qing Dynasty resided and handled government affairs (the Forbidden City was used for formal ceremonies). The Old Summer Palace was known for its extensive collection of garden and building architectures and other works of art.

In 1860 during the Second Opium War, two British envoys, a journalist for The Times and their small escort of British and Indian troopers met with the Royal Prince to negotiate. They were imprisoned and tortured, resulting in twenty deaths.The British High Commissioner to China, Lord Elgin, retaliated by ordering the destruction of the palace, which was then carried out by British and French troops.

Title: Razzle Red
Author: holysmoaksoliver
Word Count: Part 1 of 2- 3120 words (Part 2) (full fic on ao3)
Pairing: Olicity
Summary: For the Arrow Movie AU Challenge- week 1- Romantic Comedy.  Based on 13 Going on 30.  Oliver wakes up one morning and he’s not the kid he was when he went to bed the night before.  In fact, more has changed than just his age.  Can he fix what he doesn’t remember breaking?  (Shout-out to my girl aubvi who makes a cameo appearance as Oliver’s assistant. ;) )


Part 1

It still felt like a dream.  Even if he knew that it wasn’t, it still felt like it was.  Last night Oliver Queen had gone to bed as a 13 year old.  He had bombed his birthday party as Tommy and all of their friends teased him about his friendship with scholarship student Felicity before walking out.  The last thing he remembered was Felicity giving him wishing dust for his birthday and locking himself in the closet and refusing to come out.

And then this morning he woke up and he was… old.

There were a lot of things that Oliver could reconcile himself with.  But skipping more than half his life and waking up as a 30 year old, that was beyond his reasoning.  Because there had been a woman in his shower this morning, and he had muscles in places that he didn’t even know existed.  He was in a city that wasn’t Starling and there was a car waiting for him outside the apartment complex he’d stumbled out of.

So, maybe it was a dream.  Or maybe he’d bumped his head and retroactively forgotten the last decade and a half.  But one way or another he was going to get to the bottom of whatever was going on.

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redlance  asked:

THRICE TIMES A SEQUEL TO FLABBERGASTIES. I need it. You can't... You can't TEASE like that and then NOT FOLLOW THROUGH.

This is going to be a never-ending fic, guys. 

Part One, Two, Three

Beca didn’t know what to do. Because it was silly - really, beyond ridiculous - and she hated herself for the fact that this utterly nonsensical joke between the two of them had sparked something very odd within her. 

Something she can’t say she wasn’t expecting, nor could she say she hadn’t felt before…but, at the very least, something she wasn’t entirely prepared to want to deal with. 

Leave it up to Chloe Beale to make her stomach flip into itself because of ridiculous euphemisms said with winks and adorably innocent childhood stories. 

Leave it up to Chloe Beale to give her this on sliver of a gateway into something dangerous, and let Beca fall head first into something she realized she was tumbling down for years now. 

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