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#broducechallenge - produce 101 season 2: trainee development (PART 3)

PART 1 , PART 2 , [ PART 3 ]

the most beautiful thing that happened in this show is the immense growth of the trainees :’) i couldn’t be any more proud

to be continued! more trainees will be posted!

@pearlo said:

Do V and Y get a lot of creepy people coming up to them when the kids are babies to coo about how biracial kids are the ~most beautiful~

YES AND IT’S SO BAD ALL THE TIME. It’s a different flavor racism than the one Yuuri dealt with in Michigan but it’s JUST AS BAD and bad in SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS depending on which one of them the person sees with the kids or if it’s both of them???

One time Viktor is watching Irina’s ballet practice when she’s like five, waving through the studio’s glass when she looks at him and smiling as she does her clumsy little plies

Another father walks up to him and asks which one is yours? And Viktor points out Irina.

“Oh, wow,” says the other father. “She’ll be a looker when she grows up.”

“Um,” Viktor mutters, because that’s a weird thing to say to him about his five-year-old. 

“I mean, she’s part Chinese right?”

Viktor squints dangerously. “My husband is Japanese.”

“Oh, well. You know. They all look the same. But I’ve never seen an ugly Asian girl. She’s gonna be real pretty.”

Viktor takes Irina out of that ballet class and starts sending her to private lessons with Lilia, which is what Lilia has been WANTING THIS WHOLE TIME VIKTOR KONSTANTINOVICH I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU.

On the other hand, when Yuuri is alone with Mikhail, little old European ladies keep coming up to him and pinching Mikhail’s cheeks and saying things like, “Mixed babies are just adorable,” and Yuuri wants to physically slap their hands away from his child.

It’s equally as creepy though when people HIS AGE, LATE TWENTIES EARLY THIRTIES, look at his babies and say, “Oh, I want my babies to look just like that! Like, Asian but without the eyes! They’re so cute that way!” and then hastily and fervently glancing at him and saying, “No offense!”

It gets better when they go back to Japan but like even there?? even there sometimes people say backwards shit. Kyo and Koichi are born and a lot of people say they have “Anime eyes” because they’re so blue. Yuuri has to go into Emma’s school once because someone is teasing her so badly about having a big nose that she doesn’t want to go to school. Twelve-year-old Mikhail begs them to let him dye his hair black so that he “looks normal.”

Which, like, they’d let him dye his hair whatever color he wanted–it’s impermanent and something he can have agency over even at a young age–but not because he feels like he has to, y’know?

But yes people are horrible and Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov just want people to let their babies LIVE and not say weird creepy things about them??? Also Yuuri Nikiforov is going to fight the FUCKING WORLD if one more person screams at him a slow voice?? He speaks perfect Russian? He studied it for five years in college?? Why is it that he’s the one who gets talked to like a child when Viktor is the one who STILL sometimes goes blank in the face and just blindly agrees to whatever it is the person he’s speaking Japanese to has just said to him.

“Is the moon made of cheese, Viktor?” Mari once asks a very tired Viktor, trying to smother her laughter as she watches him rock back and forth with both twins and their matching stuffed tigers cradled in his arms. Six-week-old Kyo and Koichi have had a case of the sniffles and, while not serious, it’s been a hell of a weekend.

“Uhhh yes,” Viktor mumbles, eyes half open. “It’s fine.”

Yuuri takes a break from wanting to sleep forever to laugh hysterically into Viktor’s knee before trying to fall back asleep.

“I’ll babysit the terrible trio tomorrow,” Mari assures them. “You guys look like you need a break.”

“Bless you,” Viktor whispers, strangely understanding every word of that much more complicated sentence. “You will be sainted.”

“The patron saint of sniffles and drooling brothers,” Mari says, and Yuuri doesn’t know if she’s talking about him or the twins but he throws a pillow at her anyway.

so you’re telling me that me I watched Eva grow over the years into THE most beautiful and confident woman to going backwards with her ex that was NOT healthy for her? You had Eva develop something with P. Chris SINCE season ONE, had them SHOVED in the background…however you still wanted to include and remind the audience that those two are indeed a “thing.” You spent time writing and filming that clip from JUST last week showing how much P.Chris is falling for Eva and has the potential to be more for himself and for her….to have HIM yet again DISMISSED? I would understand if her and j*nas grew a lot together and formed a solid foundation over the years BUT that shit did not HAPPEN. She spent her time with her friends and P.Chris. THIS SHIT WASN’T FUCKING NEEDED. If not canon, I would rather have a single Eva….not this mess. I’ve never been ship baited in a series finale before . I’ve always had info to prepare myself but this????? BULLSHIT. Took back character development.

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I’m beyond thankful to be in a really great place—physically, mentally and spiritually. I can honestly say that I feel content with who I am and that’s a beautiful thing to be able to experience. It wasn’t easy getting here; it took patience and perseverance to be able to look in the mirror and be truly happy. The past few years have been an ever-evolving journey—one where I had to tackle a lot of things head on and challenge how I see the world. Even though it was tough, I feel better having gone through the process than I ever could have imagined. One of the first and (most important) things I learned on my journey was being kind to myself. But if I wasn’t taking care of myself, who would? Treat yourself how you’d treat a best friend or family member…

anonymous asked:

literally every single album by gregory and the hawk is so perfect like. leche is a MASTERPIECE but nobody ever talks about come, now or in your dreams and they're both such good albums. boats and birds is an amazing song don't get me wrong but wild west and the bolder thing to do are two of the most beautiful pieces of music i've ever heard and they deserve more recognition

LECHE IS SO GOOD!! and in your dreams is too…geez the bolder thing to do is one of my favorite songs ever i think, i completely agree w/ you on all of that. boats & birds is a REAL GOOD album but i feel like the only song ppl focus on is boats and birds & i wish gregory and the hawk would get more recognition for her music

meredith godreau saved my entire life tf

A little bit of sugar

(but lots of poison too)

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Noir / Angst / One-shot

Rated T for mentions of death and obsession

Word count: 4.8k

Synopsis: Namjoon is well aware that some, well actually most people could find his hobby not exactly common, yet he still considers himself to be a man of tasteful words and higher intellect - someone who managed to understand the true, deepest meaning of beauty itself.

And so he doesn’t really care if his methods of collecting pretty things end up being darker that expected, once you peek under the surface.

Author’s note: Oh my, my first fic for Namjoon, ah I’m a bit nervous, also I need to thank @pantaemonium, @meetevil and @yoongihime for dealing so much with me and my existential crisis about this ;^;

Again, I may or may not have added a decent amount of craziness and creepiness and other yummy things, so please be careful pals!! Hope you’ll like it tho <3


Namjoon likes to collect pretty things.

He doesn’t know when his passion started, maybe it was that time when he was five years and a half and his mother’s pearls looked so shiny and white around the pale curve of her neck – long fingers always skimming the gleaming necklace, stopping their adoring motions just to slap his chubby, longing hands away.

Good children do not touch their mother’s jewels, Namjoon, she used to warn, strict voice and even stricter lips in their tight curl.

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{ shy | armin arlert x reader }

Originally posted by acekeith

She was quiet and she kept to herself. Nonetheless she was beautiful in every way. From the way her hair shines in the sunlight to her smile that seemed rare these days. She was a treasure that had stolen his heart. Cadet (F/N) (L/N): Rank 3, was truly a gem: one of a kind. The sad thing is that he thought she would never be interested in a guy like him. He knew he wasn’t as strong as the others or was he the most attractive nor was he the most charming, but if there was one thing he was confident about: If he had you, he would treat you better than any guy ever has.

Eren and Mikasa noticed Armin’s feelings towards you when they saw how he would act when you’re close by. For example, when you walk into the room Armin’s eyes would widen promptly followed by a heavy shade of pink on his cheeks then he would lower his head, almost like he didn’t want to be seen by you. However, you did notice the blonde and the way he interacted around you. You always just thought that he wasn’t very fond of you, which hurt your feelings a bit considering you did have a few feelings for him under your quiet surface. You always admired his intelligence and concern for others. Not to mention he was extremely cute, just thinking about his blue eyes made butterflies form in your tummy. The thing is, he never seemed to talk to you or even want to interact with you in any way.

You should talk to (F/N), Armin.” Eren said patting his best friend on the back. Armin looked at Eren with wide eyes and Eren gave him a knowing nod.
“Yeah, we kind of figured out that you had a crush on her.” Eren said.
“We?” Armin questioned.
“Mikasa knows too.” Eren said and Armin mentally slapped himself. Was he really that obvious? Either way Eren was onto something. Maybe it was a good idea to talk to you. But that familiar feeling in his stomach of nervousness appeared.
“I don’t know..” Armin trailed off. The very thought of him confessing his feelings for you made his hands perspire.
“Come on, I believe in you. Any girl would be lucky to have you.” Eren reassured. Armin calmed down a bit and nodded his head, taking the advice that Eren gave him. Maybe, just maybe he would build up the courage to talk to you.

Armin was walking down the hallway too caught up in his thoughts to pay attention to his surroundings until someone bumped into him. Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked down to see you on the floor.
“I’m so sorry! I should have been looking! I’m really sorry!” Armin apologized frantically whole holding out his hand for you. You took his hand and he pulled you up from the ground.
“I’m sorry as well. I should have been paying attention.” You said quietly. A blush appeared onto his and yours cheeks when you realized that you guys were still holding hands.
“I um- Thanks, I see you around.” You mentally face palmed yourself when you heard how embarrassed your sounded. When you started to walk away Armin was having a fight within himself.

You missed your chance!”
“Go talk to her!”
“She probably hates me now..”
“This will probably be your only shot!”

He was going to do it.

Armin turned around jogged to catch up with you. You felt someone gently grab your hand to stop you. You turned around and was surprised to see Armin looking at you with awaiting eyes.
“Yes, Armin?” You asked looking at him with curiosity in your eyes.
“(F/N), I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while now but I was too nervous to,” He dry swallowed as he started to feel his confidence erode as your beautiful eyes looked into his. To him it felt like you could see his every thought. “I-I wanted to t-tell you th-that I like you and I think you’re really pretty!” Armin found the strength within him to confess without passing out.

Your facial expression was unreadable. He didn’t know if you were angry or confused.
“I know you probably don’t-”
Armin was cut off by your soft plump lips crashing onto his. He was completely shocked but he eventually kissed you back.
You pulled away from his lips slowly and looked at him with a small smile and a light blush.

“I like you too.”

what i’ll miss most about skam and the one thing no remake will ever be able to replace were the amazing actors. they brought this show to life. they made us fall in love with their characters and stories in such a beautiful and genuine way, portraying them with so much love. their acting made so much of these four seasons incredible, empathetic, and heartwrenching. they compelled us to keep watching, even when things didn’t turn out the way we wanted, because we truly loved these characters. these actors poured their heart and soul into each of their roles, and they made skam into such a real show, a show that so many of us love. i can’t ever thank them enough for what they have done these past few years, but i can say what a tremendous impact it has had on so many of us. thank you, skam cast. thank you so, so much for everything.

bellicose; sehun

Originally posted by xehun

05. haze

sehun x reader

word count: 677 of mess


It was at a party that you met a man you had deemed the most beautiful being you’ve ever encountered.

It was a small party. Maybe 50 people were present. You hadn’t kept count– too busy keeping count of how many shots you’ve taken. Needless to say, you lost count after the sixth shot and a game of flip cup.

You were waiting for the restroom when the person before you came out. It was a boy. That was one thing you were able to make out of the haze of your intoxication. The other thing was the fact that he was stunning. His physique was like nothing you’ve ever seen before. His raven hair did wonders on his complexion, and speaking of skin, you wanted to run your hand across his impossibly perfect cheeks but obviously held back. You might’ve actually done it if you had just one more shot of poison.

He gave you a polite smile, and made way to move around you.

But then you saw the toilet seat.

Fucking up and ready to use for a person with a dick.

So you did what apparently drunk Y/N liked to do: pick a dumb fight with a stranger.

“Hey!”

The guy stopped in his tracks.

“Me?” he pointed to himself with a stupid look on his face.

“Yeah! Come back here a put the toilet seat down. Don’t you have any manners?”

You were drunk, but you were still conscious enough to maybe teach this person a lesson.

“What?”

You thought about rolling your eyes, but decided against it since you were already dizzy enough.

“If you put the seat up, then you should have enough decency to put it back down for other people. It’s common courtesy, sir.”

He scoffed.

“Then I guess I could say the same for you. If you put the seat down, shouldn’t you put it up for other people?”

“For your information, I don’t just put the seat down when I’m done. I put the lid down, too, because the water sprays some microscopic particles of your urine when you flush the toilet. I’m not just being considerate of my own sex, okay? My way is more hygienic than your slob of a habit.”

It shut him up, but you continued the glaring contest, waiting for him to make a comeback. However, all you got was flushed cheeks, red ears, and a mumble of what you think was an apology.

“What? I didn’t hear you over the music.”

“I said I’m sorry, for being a douche, and apparently having poor hygienic habit.”

Then he proceeded to walk back into the restroom, put the seat down, and leave you alone(obviously).

You don’t find yourself regretting your life choices until the next week when you encounter him at a coffee shop.

You were waiting for your order when someone whispered behind you.

“Do you always go picking fights with random strangers or was that a one time thing?”

You would have to be completely blind to not recognize the man. His face looks even more handsome in broad daylight, and there was something added to his face that you hadn’t noticed in your haze. His eyes. Shimmery, brown, and absolutely breathtaking.

“I’m gonna go ahead and guess that it was a one time thing that I was lucky enough to be the receiver of.”

You probably looked more dumbstruck than he had that night.

“I am so sorry for that. I– I don’t even know what I was thinking when I said everything that I said.”

“Actually, you were right. I couldn’t get you out of my head after that night.”

Die a little.

“So I did some researching online, and turns out you were right.”

You were bright red by then, but you noticed that you weren’t the only one.

“Can we start over? Please,” you asked.

And so, he extended his hand out and you placed your vastly smaller one in comparison in his grasp.

“If you wish to. Oh Sehun. Pleasure to meet you.”

Adeen Carrageen | 19 | 5'7” | Inkling |

Adeen is Anne’s older cousin and seen like sister to her. Adeen is a very talented mature Inkling and can do many things from speaking a second language to playing guitar. She’s seen as one of the most beautiful squids in the plaza. She also has a rep with using flirting to mess with other Inklings and splat them when they’re confused. She often keeps her hat off when she’s not really seeing anything serious in turf, but when there is, She puts it on and gives one halibut show.

If you’re not happy, then something is wrong. A person comes into the world as a happy being, yet over time, the happiness fades away and they find themselves in this bubble of anxiety and misery all the time. And it’s a comfortable place to stay, so they end up hanging out in this bubble for years and years before it suddenly dawns on them that life is meant to be happy. And, it is. It’s just that they’re too busy getting caught up in worry and stress to notice that life is magnificent and beautiful. Being alive is good. Being alive should already make you happy.
Follow your bliss, and the universe will open doors where there were only walls.
🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” ― Oscar Wilde
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“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” ― Albert Einstein

First Kiss (Honey X Trois)

Sucky one-shot for you beautiful people. Im at a party and this was the only thing keeping me entertainment.

It started with glances.

Honey would look over to Trois and expected a look back. Most of the time Trois would look back at him with a smirk or an exhausted expression replying with “What’s wrong?” Or “What is it now Honey?”. Honey would look away immediately and deny ever looking at him. Trois shrugging and leaving them in silence.

When Trois didn’t look back Honey would get pissed, but nevertheless he’d continue looking at him. Eyeing every little detail from the rim of his glasses to the yellow tile of his hair.

Glances turned into questioning.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Mint green.”

“Favorite store?”

“Victoria Secret.”

“Ever been in love?”

“…”

Honey asked the questions and Trois answered honestly and quickly. He never minded or called him out on it. Trois never bothered with asking because he knew that would earn him being flipped off and Honey insisting on him only answering questions.

Then it turned into touching.

Tapping the shoulders and poking. Honey wanted to security of having Trois by his side at all times. He would sometimes tug on his clothes or casually put his arm around his shoulder, using the excuse of needing something (or someone) to rest on.

Honey would sometimes want to hold hands. He’d reach and his fingers would shake just as they were about to touch Trois’ pale hands.

But every time he chickened out and his hands were left to be on their own.

Sometimes they would lay their backs against each other and talk. No arguing, comebacks, or grunts. Instead there was nodding, laughing, and agreeing. These were rare, but Honey treasured them every time. Only wishing they would last longer.

Honey needed reassurance of Trois’ presence no matter where they were or how close Trois was to Honey.

He’d guard him unexpectedly, get anything he needed, reminded him of the many things he would forget, and always made sure they were within reach of each other.

These events unknowingly progressed over time. From the day they met to present day in Nanba.

It was only when Trois had gotten himself into the Nanba infirmary for the first time that Honeh realized.

He had been in love.

That day, Trois had gotten himself tangled in a fight between two new inmates arguing over food.

He was trying to stop them. Only trying to prevent the fighting by talking some sense and separating them apart. That didn’t work into his favor though as one of the inmates had them punched him in the stomach, sending him to coughing out blood from the impact.

Honey stayed by his bedside the entire time. Holding his hand and pushing back his hair. Occasionally giving kisses on his forehead.

The inmate was transferred to another building with a good yelling from Kiji. Lucky they didn’t have to worry about him anymore.

“Wake up dammit… it’s been a week.” Honey grumbled. His grip on Trois’ unconscious hand tightening.

He slept, ate, and sat there for another week.

Until one day a miracle came.

Trois’ eyes opened for the first time. Weary and exhaustingly, but he still opened them. He looked to Honey first and saw his hand being held.

“Honey?” He drained.

Honey’s head looked to Trois and tears dropped down his face, hitting the blankets of the bed and earning a chain of breaths meant to be laughs from Trois.

Honey had brought Trois in for a hug. Burying his face into his shoulders and the tears falling harder than ever. He lifted his face and kisses Trois’ cheek repeatedly.

He realized what he did and pulled away, his hands still around Trois’ shoulders though.

“I… I’m sorry.” Honey apologized as he looked away. A blush around his face.

Trois was going to say something but was interrupted again by Honey.

“Wait…. no. I’m not.”

“I’m not surprised?” Trois replied.

“Shut up you beautiful bastard, I’m coming clean. I love you… and dammit you had me worried sick about you.”

Trois was taken back. His eyes now wide and his own hands on Honey’s shoulders as well.

That surprise turned into realization and soon to understanding.

“I see… well then.”

“The fuck do you mean ‘well then’? I told you I loved you. What kind of reaction is that?”

Trois laughed. “Shouldn’t two people in love kiss then?”

Honey stared. Trois felt the same… they loved each other and he thought everything was one-sided. No words could describe his mixed feelings.

“Jesus… come here.”

Honey tugged on Trois’ shoulders and brought him in for a kiss, tilting his head to the side. He felt a push back and a grip on his shoulders tightening.

It was short-lived but adventurous. They pulled apart. And for the first time…

Honey laughed and smiled. His hand cupping Trois’ face and their foreheads touched together.

anonymous asked:

I've been following you for a few years now, and have read most stuff you've posted in that time and I have to say, while I adore your writing for a bunch of reasons (plot, characterization, and amazing visceral language are only the first to come to mind) one of my all-time favorite things that you do is the way you juxtapose imagery, the hard and soft, beautiful and tragic, and manage to illicit such complex feelings from practically everything. Reading your work is really intense so thank you

Tears, anon. In my eyes. Thank you. That’s extremely appreciated. I am now lying on the floor super pleased there is a person out there who is like “I’mma just write this person a nice thing online just cuz I can”. Seriously, thanks. <3

look at me - i will never pass for a perfect bride

so i know i already made a retold mulan post but i just LOVE MULAN SO MUCH so here’s another

in the original myth mulan isn’t really a clumsy fish out of water. she’s strong and smart and the reason she goes to war is because she’s the most qualified person in her family to fight, regardless of gender.

so how about this: mulan’s a fighter. she knows exactly who she is, like in the original myth, she’s knows how to be the blossoming flower and the great stone dragon. she’s still mulan though, so she still doesn’t memorize the silly ways she’s supposed to be a good wife and has little patience for appearing graceful while pouring tea. she’s innovative and courageous and beautiful, but no one is under any illusions about what kind of wife she’ll be.

and the matchmaker is the matchmaker for the li family as well, for this great big part of china. and general li wants his son to be married before he goes off to war, wants his son to have a reason to fight to live, like a wife waiting for him. and the matchmaker reads the stars and the tea leaves and the astrology charts, and no matter what all the signs point to one thing: the honorable li shang is destined to marry the insolent, arrogant fa mulan.

the matchmaker isn’t going to let that happen, she refuses to be responsible for that disaster of a wedding. so she sends her most beautiful girls, the ones that are obedient and quiet and know their roles, the ones that are eager to marry into the li family.

and each of them are entertained and met and sent back. shang is many things, but smooth isn’t one of them, he has nothing to say to these quiet girls who smile at him, feels large and awkward around their polite smiles. so he and his father go to the matchmaker’s village, shang reluctantly and his father to demand she stops messing with them and provides a proper bride.

it’s on the day that mulan and the other girls are parading in the street. shang sees a girl - mulan - hurry into the end of the line, jumping over a bench and darting around a careening wagon to get there, and stifles a laugh.

then there’s no reason to laugh at all, because a group of huns have decided that this village is in their way, and attack.

everyone scatters, women hide, children hide, and most of the men do too. shang and his father join the fight with some of the other men who hadn’t hid, and these men are starved, clearly not with shan yu, so even though they’re outnumbered they’ll likely win.

shang sees a hun go to attack the girl he’d seen earlier, the girl for whatever reason hadn’t run and hid. the hun raises a sword above his head to strike her down, and shang is so sure he’s about to see this pretty girl lose her head.

but she doesn’t. instead she rolls out of the way, and pops up, headbutting him in the stomach. she takes his sword from his now-slack grip and plunges it into his chest. without hesitation or pause the girl joins the fight, swinging the sword expertly and cutting down every man who stands against her. soon they’re fighting back to back, and shang has never felt more in sync with another person. she cuts off the head of the last hun, and shang has never seen anyone more beautiful than this girl, dress ripped and make up smudged and covered in blood that isn’t hers.

“mulan,” one of the other girls says, peaking out of a store front, “is it over?”

the girl, mulan, looks out over the dozen dead men and says, grimly, “it’s barely begun.” she searches the crowd, finding and old man and yelling, “gather the bodies, we’ll burn that at dusk outside of the village. everyone else,” her eyes sweep across the gathered people, and shang is struck by the fact that this girl isn’t well liked. there’s anger and disapproval in many of the faces, but they’re listening. these people don’t like her. but they do trust her. “let’s clean this all up. these were bandits, not soldiers. there’s nothing more to fear.”

“what if there are more?” the other girl asks, arms wrapped around herself.

mulan raises her stolen sword and says, “then i will slice them to ribbons. this is our village, and this is our country. any who would try to take it from us - from me - will suffer the consequences.”

and it shouldn’t be comforting, hearing words of violence from this young girl, yet everyone around them relaxes, and gets moving, gather the bodies and tending the wounded.

“who are you?” his father asks, and someone who doesn’t know him might think he was angry, but shang can tell he’s impressed.

mulan turns to them and bows, “my apologies. i am fa mulan, daughter of fa zhou. thank you for helping us.” she stands, and shang meets her eyes for the first time.

he swallows, and blurts out, “you - you fight good.”

his father coughs to hide his laughter, but mulan’s eyes crinkle at the corners. “thank you. you do as well.”

and they just keep standing there smiling at each other until his father claps his hands and is like okay - they’ll have to report this to the emperor, no time to dawdle, have to go now.

so they take their leave, and shang thinks this is the last time he’ll see fa mulan.

except there’s still the draft, and this time mulan doesn’t take no for an answer, won’t hear of it. her father is injured and old and she is young and fit to fight. she will go in his place.

so she arrives at the camp, prepared to pretend and lie - except she goes to meet her commanding officer and it’s him, that boy who had fought with her. shang’s eyes widen, but they’re in front of too many people. he can see it on her face, her fear, and she hadn’t shown any fear when she was facing down over a dozen huns, but she does now. so he makes his choice and says nothing, pretends he buys her story.

she tracks him down that night and demands an explanation. he says this war is too important to kill good warriors, whatever gender they are. he swears to keep her secret. mulan is his best soldier from the beginning, and means to treat her like anyone else, but it’s impossible. she isn’t like anyone else, is strong and smarter and braver than them. they argue tactics, and she’s the only one who can give him a workout in hand to hand, and he doesn’t have trouble finding his words with her. he finds himself falling in love with her, but doesn’t say anything. she’s not here for love, she’s here for a war. he vows to say something if they survive this, but it’s unlikely that will happen.

they head to the front earlier. they get there in time to provide back up for his father and his army, and it’s a loss but not a slaughter. his father is too distracted to notice ping is the girl from the village. all he knows is this soldier had led the second wave of attacks, and it was thanks to her any of them were alive at all. they prevent half of the huns from getting through the pass, but that’s still an army heading for the imperial city. the general is injured, so mulan and shang lead the army after him.

they find him at the mountain, and just like before mulan uses the cannon to destroy the army. she knew it would spell their death, but it was worth it, for her people, for her country, for her family. this time it’s shang that won’t accept her death, that tries to drag her unconscious body to safety. only he fails, and mulan becomes buried under the snow.

they return to the city, and shang is besides himself - the woman he loves is dead, she saved them all and she’s gone, and he’ll never recover from this. only he can’t tell his father this, their friends. they think he mourns a friend, not the woman he wanted to make his wife.

except mulan survives, and sees the other huns as well. only she kills them there before they can get to the city, and decides this is for the best. fa ping dies honorably in battle, and fa mulan is free to return home to her family.

so general li decides that it’s time to go to that matchmaker again, and demand she stop playing games. the matchmaker confesses that she thought the bride was unsuitable, and the general demands she send her anyway.

so mulan has barely had the chance to settle back home when the matchmaker shows up at her door saying she’s sending her to see a potential husband, but not who. so mulan shows up all made up to li household and shang drags himself into the room, already resigned to a loveless marriage, when they see each other. “mulan?” he demands, and his father is all pleased because it’s the fighting girl from the village.

but then his son starts crying and they run to each other. shang picks her up in his arms and she clings to him, and shang is babbling about how he thought she was dead, and mulan is so overjoyed that she’s with shang, and shang wants her, that she kisses him without explaining.

except now shang’s father demands an explanation. so they give it to him, the whole story comes tumbling out, and he stares hard at her, and remembers her as ping, the brave soldier that had saved them all. he’s not upset - he ecstatic. he goes to the emperor and tells him everything, and the emperor officially offers mulan an officer position in the army. she accepts, as long as shang is by her side. shang seconds this, and they set in motion the plans for the wedding.

fa mulan and li shang get married and lead armies and live happily ever after, just like the stars intended.


read more of my retold fairytales here

Today at Nabra’s vigil in Reston, VA her cousin came up and said that the one thing she wants us to remember about Nabra is that she is a Black Nubian Muslim and that we should say her name. She repeated this twice. Out of all of the beautiful stories shared by her friends and family this was one that stuck out to me the most. May Allah have mercy on her soul and all other souls lost to injustice. Rest In Paradise Nabra. 

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