shi is a lady


That one time Yuzu did a partner dance with Adelina Sotnikova to “Love Story” by Francis Lai at the Sochi Gala (along with the rest of the invited skaters) and he shied away from her open back by about an ice rink’s length. Such politeness. #gentlemanYuzu

Being Regina Mills Daughter and dating Ruby Lucas would include:

anon ask:  Hey could please do headcannons for Regina Mills’ 19 year old daughter dating Ruby Lucas? Thank you so much
warning: none
Ruby Lucas is my bae <3
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Originally posted by millswhite

  • Regina is very overprotective of you
  • so when she discovered that you were dating Ruby Lucas
  • let just say that she didn’t take it very well
  • “What are you doing with that dog?”
  • “She’s not a dog mom!, she’s a cute little puppy who I love very much deal with it”
  • Ruby melt when you said that
  • She’s actually like a cute little puppy with you
  • she loves when you play with her hair
  • Regina eventually approves your relationship with Ruby
  • Snow convinced her , after she gave her a long talk about how evil she was for not letting you be with the love of your life

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Fremione! "I can't believe you talked me into this"

Everything was ready. The plan was flawless and they’d been going over it for weeks. Today was the day, today it was finally going to happen.

And then, hopefully, George would shut his big fat mouth.

Fred’s face couldn’t help but contort into a blissful grin as he envisioned a future where his brother and Angelina finally got together, meaning that Fred finally got to go ten seconds without hearing his twin talking about how amazing Angelina was or having him ask Fred if he too had noticed the confidence she carried now as their team captain.

Ugh …

Instead, Fred held out hope that the two of them getting together would mean less talk and more snog, strange as that might sound. But if it was for the greater good! Even Lee, who never shied away from expressing admiration for any lady, was growing tired of the rambles of a lovesick idiot.

It was near Christmas and mistletoes existed in abundance, but the one Fred had designed was engineered to nail down anyone who stepped underneath and wouldn’t let go until they’d kissed properly—as in none of that friendly peck on the cheeks nonsense. There would be no room for misinterpretation. All that remained was for Lee to steer the lovebirds to stand beneath the archway on the fourth floor. It was secluded and quite romantic with its view of the snow-covered grounds and the looming sunset. It was the perfect setting for his plan …


Fred startled, flying up from his crouched position where he’d been peeking around the corner to where the archway was, and turned around meeting Hermione Granger’s suspicious gaze. She raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to?”

Recovering from the surprise, Fred plastered on the most innocent smile available in his repertoire. “Hermione,” he said, “good evening.”

She wasn’t fooled and crossed her arms, making her robes move and call attention to the shining Prefect badge on her chest. “What are you up to?”

“I—“ There was a tingling sensation and Fred stopped in horror. He looked to the side, with Hermione following his move, and as he’d predicted, there was his brother. But he wasn’t alone.

“Angelina?” Hermione’s frown from before let up and was replaced with a look of surprise. “I thought you were on your way to the Quidditch pitch?”

Angelina grimaced. Fred could hear the gears in Hermione’s brain working next to him, attempting to discern the cause of Angelina’s guilt-ridden face.

Fred addressed his brother, “George, tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”

George—who unlike Angelina bore no signs of feeling bad—smirked. “I did nothing that you hadn’t already planned on doing to me, Freddie.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” grumbled Angelina as the twins were fighting a battle with their eyes. “I’m so sorry, Hermione.”

Hermione’s eyes bulged. “What? What is happening, Angelina? Why can’t I move?”

Fred broke away from glaring at his brother and pointed up, sighing, “Mistletoe.”

Hermione groaned. “Merlin …”

“Now, we’re merciful enough to not gather you an audience, but hopefully this’ll remind you to not meddle,” said George, catching Fred’s attention again.


Fred ignored Hermione’s questioning eyes, knowing that she wanted to know how much he was to blame for their situation. He instead busied himself shouting obscenities at his brother, who did nothing but wave unconcernedly whilst walking away, Angelina trailing behind him and sending a last ‘sorry’ Hermione’s way.  

Once they were around the corner and out of sight, Fred stopped his shouting but continued cursing his twin in his mind. If they had the connection everyone always claimed they had, then George would be hearing him loud and clear.

“What do we do now?” Hermione asked after a moment of silence.

“There’s nothing to do,” admitted Fred, facing her at last. “This thing isn’t going to let up until we’ve done as told.”

“I can’t believe someone with your genius didn’t build in a failsafe.”

“Failsafe?” asked Fred, hint of a smile growing wider, “And excuse me, did you say genius?”

Hermione ignored him, “Failsafe, as in a code word in case you wanted to abort the mission.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know—perhaps for situations like this one!”

Fred grinned, “You know, we could really use brains like yours developing products.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, which did nothing to hide the fact that the flattery had got to her, “This is not the time to try and recruit me. Honestly, what are we going to do?”

Fred took some time to think, going over the various precautions he’d taken to ensure that whoever ended up beneath the mistletoe wouldn’t be able to get out. There really was nothing else to do but … He swallowed at the thought. This was not how he’d imagined this would go. He’d built up this image of what he was going to do for so long now that the fact that reality had caught up with him made him question everything. Surely, Hermione couldn’t be looking at him with those gorgeous and clever brown eyes of hers, asking him for a solution. Surely, she wasn’t standing so close that he could feel the warmth of her against his front (he forgot that this was because of the gravitation spell he’d cast on the mistletoe) and that he could count the freckles on her nose that were infinitely fewer than his. Surely, she wasn’t there for him to kiss. It was insane. It was preposterous. But somehow, it was reality.

Hermione spoke then, her eyes taking on an amused glint, “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you speechless.”

Fred couldn’t help it, he chuckled. “You do have that effect on me.” He summoned some courage and willed his hand to move a lock of hair behind her ear.

To his delight, a furious blush appeared on the witch’s face. “I …erm, that is …”

“Look,” said Fred, “there really only is one way to get away from this mistletoe and …I’m  afraid that—“

“Fred, I’d rather give you a small kiss than stand here any longer, so perhaps we should just get it over with.” Hermione’s face remained red, but she looked determined. Fred felt sorry as soon as he told her it wouldn’t be that easy, and watched her determination faltered.

“Bloody hell, I need to build one of those failsafes next time.”

Hermione bit her lip and nodded in agreement. “All right, we should …we should just go ahead. And do it. I mean, do the kissing. That.”

Fred let out a long breath. “All right. Try to not fall in love with me after this, Granger,” he added with a wink to cover up how nervous he was.

To his surprise this made Hermione’s eyes widen in horror. Something inside Fred stirred at the look. “Granger?” he asked. “…Hermione?”

“I …” Hermione avoided looking at him now. She shook her head. “Nevermind, it’s nothing. Let’s just do this and you can leave to do your pranks.”

Something wasn’t quite right, but before Fred could ask what was wrong, Hermione had grabbed him by his tie and crushed her lips against him.

At first, there was surprise. Then, amazement at the feel of her soft mouth caressing his and the way her body molded itself against him, making him clutch her tighter at the waist with one hand and tangling into her hair with the other. And after that, Fred’s sense made a slow return and he noticed the desperation emanating from the girl he was kissing. The only girl he’d wanted to kiss for months now. But somehow, he didn’t think she knew that. So he made sure she knew.

Hermione made a startled noise as his kiss deepened, but he could feel confusion gradually replace the emotions from before. After a while, the two of them broke apart gasping for air and Hermione’s eyes searched frantically over his face.

“Fred,” she asked, her eyebrows pulling close together, “are you …?”

“Yes,” he said, determined to meet her uncertain gaze as steadily as he could. “For a long time now.”

“Bloody hell,” she breathed. And then she pulled him close again, neither of them noticing that the mistletoe above them had burst into colours before disappearing.


“It’s worse than I imagined,” Lee groaned, watching Fred and Hermione. He righted himself and looked back at Angelina and George standing next to him behind the wall. “But hopefully this’ll put a stop to his ramblings, the lovesick idiot that he is.”

anonymous asked:

If it's not too much trouble, would you mind doing a lost-in-translation analysis blurb about The Handmaiden?

I would not mind at all, but unfortunately I can’t go super in-depth. The movie’s extremely long, and I don’t have the leisure of time to go through it again; if someone ever sends me a specific scene, I can go more in depth, but for now, I can start with a lost-in-translation about the title:

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Personal Headcanon

Because they live so long and can go so many decades without having any children around, Elves are inordinately fond of children.  I know that’s a pretty popular headcanon, but here’s my spin on it:

Even the most serious and solemn of Elves will drop their stern facades to make a child of any race laugh.


For example:

There is a story that on one occasion, some delegates from Lake Town were unable to leave their children at home and brought them to a trade meeting in Mirkwood.  Instead of making them wait in a separate room, the Elven King Thranduil had seats put at the meeting table for the children.  

Throughout the discussions the children would burst into giggling fits, even after their parents asked them to be quiet.  The Men of Lake Town, embarrassed by these interruptions, apologized for their behavior and suggested that they be sent away.  To their surprise, Thranduil told them that there had not been any children in his halls for more than 500 years and he found their presence pleasant.  So the discussions went on, childish giggling included.

After the trade agreements were made, the Men asked their children what made them laugh so much.  The children claimed that every time the Men looked down at the trade documents, the Elven King’s ears would start wiggling!

No adult could ever confirm that the Elven King did this, although some Rohirrim children would report that his son had particularly wiggly ears when they saw him in Helms Deep.



In a Dwavish legend so old and obscure that almost none still know it, back in Durin’s time, several Dwarflings travelled through Lothlorien with their families.  The young ones went to explore the forest on their own, and accidentally stumbled upon the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn out on a walk.  

The young Dwarves were awed and intimidated by their regal figures, and shied away from them.  But, according to the myth, The Lord and Lady began imitating each other, speaking in affected voices and calling one another by the wrong names.  They kept up the charade until the Dwarflings were fairly rolling with mirth!  

But that legend is far too ridiculous to put any stock in, right?


In another story:

King Elessar has on rare occasion told a tale from his younger days in Imladris, when settled by a fire in the company of those familiar enough to call him “Aragorn.”

He tells of being a small child, still shy of his foster father, despite his mother’s assurances.  He had been playing on the stairs of one of the paths when he spotted Lord Elrond approaching, dressed in his splendid robes.  Aragorn hid alongside the path and watched as he approached.  To Aragorn’s amazement and delight, when Lord Elrond reached the stairs he rucked up his robes and pranced up them.  He must have spotted the child well before then, because he gave wink to Aragorn’s hiding place before continuing on his way, leaving the child desperately trying to muffle his snickering behind.

If Aragorn has had enough to drink, he may even perform a demonstration, that looks something like this.

anonymous asked:

Hi beautiful! Which ones are your favorites paintings, Books or short poems, ways to spend the day? 💛💛💛💛

 a brief list, because I could talk about each for entire afternoons…

Olympia, Eduard Manet
The Drowing Dog, Francisco Goya
Saint George and the Dragon, Raphael
Dream of the Fishermans Wife, Hokusai
St. George & the Dragon, Briton Riviera
The Virgin, Gustav Klimt
Fayum Mummy Portraits
Portrait of Édouard Manet,Henri Fantin-Latour
Wall of Horses, Chauvet Caves
Die grossen blauen Pferde (The Large Blue Horses), Franz Marc
The First Part of the Return from Parnassus, Cy Twombly
La Gitana Tropical, Victor Manuel Garcia
Mary with the Child and Singing Angels, Sandro Botticelli
Zen Master and a Tiger, Shi K’o
Ophelia, John Everett Millias
Lady Godiva, James Collier

Short Poems
A Crazed Girl, William Butler Yeats
But I sleep Alone, Sappho
To the Poem, Adonis
En el café, Evaristo Carriego
“Not Honey” Hymen, H.D.
Marina of the Rocks, Odysseus Elytis
A Dream of Winter, Arthur Rimbaud
A Community of the Spirit, Rumi
In The Summer, Nizar Qabbani
Sunday Morning, Wallace Stevens
Witch Wife, Edna St. Vincent Millay
Fable of the Mermaids and the Drunks, Pablo Neruda
La Casada Infiel, Federico Garcia Lorca
Venus Anadyomene, Arthur Rimbaud
The Mermaid, William Butler Yeats
Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam, Ernest Dowson
The Pedigree of Honey, Emily Dickinson

Ways to spend a day 

Bake decadent desserts
giant strawberry merengue cake
ancient russian honey cookies
Irish Vanilla raspberry cream cake
Lavender shortcake
Prinsesstårta(Swedish Princess cake)

Read Rilke in the bath
Rilke letters 1892-1910
dried roses and lavender bath bombs
ancient bath recipes 
lavender milk bath

Make pottery 
Collect red Clay in your backyard
Making clay in your kitchen
build a potters wheel
Fire your own pottery

Watch nature documentaries
The Amazon
Wild Sri Lanka- Forest of Clouds 
The Balkans 
Arctic Kingdom 

off shoulder peasant dress
cotton shorts

find your local swimming hole (and keep it secret!)

anonymous asked:

Do you think Sima Shi poisoned Xiahou Yui? Or is there another source(like with Lady Zhen) that gives another account

I do not, but I don’t blame anyone who does.

The only source on the matter (the Jinshu) says so quite plainly:

“Xiahou Hui knew that Sima Shi had an evil ambitions in his heart, and Sima Shi was distrustful of Xiahou Hui who was related to the Cao clan. As a result, she was poisoned by her husband at age 24.”

That’s pretty unambiguous. But I do question the reliability of this account, because there are a lot of things that just don’t seem to add up.

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Name: Shyanna

Nickname(s): Shy, Shi Shi, Shanaynay, Shy Shy, Grandma, #WhiteGirl, Old Lady, Ann Ann, Lil Girl, Shyanna Banana, Cake Buddy, Lil Bitch, Boobs

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Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

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Favourite Time: 11pm

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick, I constantly put it on.

Last Thing I Googled: S&M Lyrics by Rihanna

Blankets I Sleep With: I sleep with a BRIGHT ASS pink sheet and my fuzzy PINK brand blanket.

Favourite Bands: Twenty One Pilots, The 1975, One Direction

Favourite Solo Artists: Shawn Mendes, Blackbear, Halsey, Drake, Big Sean, Kehlani, Alessia Cara, Rihanna

Last Song(s) I Listened To: Find What You’re Looking For - Olivia O'Brien, Sunset Lover - Petit Biscuit, do re mi - Blackbear, You Should Be Here - Kehlani

Top 3 Shows: Supernatural, Revenge, Hawaii Five-O (I watch too many shows to keep count)

Top 3 Characters: Dean Winchester (Supernatural), Emily Thorne (Revenge) and Rebekah Mikaelson (The Originals)

Top 3 Ships: I’m too lazy to think that much, lol sorry

Currently Wearing: A blush pink bikini top and black high-waisted shorts.

Age of Blog: I made this blog about two years ago as my personal but made it into a Dolan Twins account 4 days ago 😂

Things I post: Anything Dolan related? Sometimes Shawn Mendes too cause he’s a babe. I guess sometimes nature pictures I like??

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