yes i am a ghost

can i just say something?

when I was a kid, I told my mom that I wanted to be an actress when I grew up. You know what she told me?

She said, “sure, but you’re going to have to do it in China. America won’t hire you if you’re Asian.”

And that was it for that dream. 

Of course, that was just a phase - one of many, one I would’ve gotten over anyway. But what she said stuck to me. You’re going to have to act in China, because America doesn’t hire Asians.

And if there’s anything I learned over these years, it’s that she was right. Asian-Americans don’t get to see ourselves on screen. We don’t get to read about our deeds. And we get pissed. We complain, we shout, and people dismiss us because, oh, “the Japanese are okay with Ghost in the Shell”, and “I’ve heard that mainland Chinese are perfectly fine with Iron Fist.” Well, great for them. This isn’t about them.

This is about us. Asian-Americans. Asian-Canadians. Asian-Australians. Asian hyphen something. And the Asians in Asia don’t understand - because they can’t. They’re surrounded by media portrayals of them. They never have to fight for representation because it’s always there. They have no idea what it’s like to live in a country that sees you as other, and then to have to go back to your home country, to have your parents tell you “this is you, this is your culture, your heritage” and you look upon the faces of your family and you see nothing of yourself in them. 

Asian-Americans are not the same as Asians who live in Asia. We live in a different culture. Our values, our beliefs, the experiences that shape our lives are separate. 

We want to see ourselves in western media because it’s what we grew up with. It’s what surrounds us. Sure, we can watch K-dramas and anime and Chinese/Taiwanese/Japanese/whatever dramas, and a lot of us do, but it’s still not us

We shouldn’t have to go watch Asian dramas just to see a part of us represented. We shouldn’t have to move to Asia just to be hired. 

We deserve to represent, and be represented, as ourselves.

Decided to do a quick thing for the ship that I am currently really into at the moment with some very lazy colouring because it didn’t feel right to leave it as an outline.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy! ^^-

  • y'all: omg imagine shane, garrett and drew as the ghostbusters!!
  • me: but what if the ghostbusters were them instead
  • y'all: what
  • me: can you imagine bill murray seeing a ghost and being like "YES BITCH. I AM L I V I N G FOR THIS." or like---
  • y'all: ....
  • me: ok sorry i'll go home
Nicknames (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Words: 5400+

Warnings: Cursing, death, blood, 

A/N: this was a request and i can’t find it! but yes this got out of hand and i hope you enjoy!


It started with the knocks.

You just moved into your home. It wasn’t the biggest, only two bedrooms and one bathroom. Wanting to explore the world fueled your soul, and you felt like this was the beginning. This was the beginning of a long journey that you were willing to go on. Your parents didn’t want you to own a house so early, but you insisted, ignoring their frightening words like mortgage and high property taxes. You would figure that out along the way.

Because you were your own boss. You created a company from the bottom up, using all your savings and extra cash to make it successful. And now, at eighteen years old, you owned a multi-million-dollar business. And hell, if you wanted to buy a small home, it was feasible.

You were carrying your boxes into your home when you first heard the sounds. It was an even rhythm, three taps in a row. At first, you thought it was just because you bought a fixer-upper, but then it continued to get louder and louder.

“What is that sound?” You questioned, unpacking your clothes in your room. You were alone today, your family on vacation for the next few months. You placed your clothing on the hanger, and chuckled to yourself, “How about this: One knock for no, and two knocks for yes. Okay?”

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Soooo…I drew Erik. My poor, poor Erik. And listened to the whole original cast recording. And then the 25th anniversary recording which I (don’t kill me for saying so) love even more. And then I listened to Les Miserables. And then to Hamilton. I’m obsessed again. Yes. Yes, I am procrastinating.

The Eternal Obsession Continues

Kylo Ren: [walking into his quarters, startled] Oh! [clutches his chest] Force, I forgot you guys were here. Oh. [swallowing] You’re…a ginger. 
Obi-Wan’s Force Ghost
: [reading a book] Pardon? 
Kylo: You…I meant, normally when I see you you look like an old man, but today you’re…
Obi-Wan: [looking up] Oh, yes. Well I am a ghost, you know. I can look however I want, really. I suppose I did have a bit of a reddish quality to my hair in my younger years, now that you mention it. [runs his hand through it] 
Kylo: [slightly discombobulated] …I see. Where’s Grandfather?
Obi-Wan: [goes back to reading] He’s still sleeping. He was up very late last night. 
Kylo: [eyes widen] Oh. [clears throat] Look, since it’s just the two of us, Kenobi, I thought I’d get a couple of things clear between us. 
Obi-Wan: [mildly amused] Very well. 
Kylo: I’m not coming back to the light side, OK? And I’ll have no more of you trying to…manipulate me into doing what you want me to do. No more mind games. No tricks. 
Obi-Wan: Of course not. I wouldn’t dream of it. 
Kylo: These are my quarters, and so we play by my rules. 
Obi-Wan: Certainly.  
Kylo: [standing up straighter] Frankly I never even understood why my whole family seemed to be so preoccupied with you. I mean, now that I’ve finally met you and you’re just some…Jedi. 
Obi-Wan: I agree. I am just a simple man. It is rather silly, isn’t it? [returns to his book]
Kylo: [staring at him, subconsciously fixing his own hair] …and really, you know, why would I even want your approval? Or your attention? [scoffs as Obi-Wan continues to largely ignore him] You know – you know what I did today, Kenobi? Hmm?
Obi-Wan: What’s that, Kylo?
Kylo: [defiantly] I left a sacrifice at the tomb of Darth Bane. And I went to a meeting to talk about the new superweapon we’re building. That’s right – we’re making another one.
Obi-Wan: [sincerely] Oh, well, let us hope the fourth time’s the charm, then. [goes back to reading again]
[Kylo watches him in silence, and starts to walk away before walking back over to Obi-Wan] 
Kylo: …and anyways, Kenobi, like, if you were going to try and make me do something for you, what would it even be? [laughs unconvincingly] You know, it’s not like I’d listen to you. 
Obi-Wan: Yes, I know better than to try and ask you to do something for me. I won’t even bother you for a cup of tea. Though that would be lovely. But I know you don’t care what I think. 
Kylo: That’s right, Jedi. [glances up at Obi-Wan’s hair again] Anyways. I’m going to go take care of a few things.  
Obi-Wan: [nods] Certainly. I won’t get in your way.

[Kylo leaves. Obi-Wan smirks to himself as he hears a tea kettle in the kitchen.] 

C'est toi (It's You)

Context: Adrien as a kid meets ancient Chinese Ladybug. It’s just an idea I can’t get out of my head, lol.

When Adrien arrived in China with his father, he didn’t expect it to be a big deal. His father was always searching for inspiration from different countries - just last year, they had visited Ireland.

Beijing was cool and breezy, and although the smog was a little strong, it was a beautiful city, with bright lights and cool statues. Adrien was glad he could understand bits and pieces of the rapid-fire Mandarin the locals spoke - despite learning it for two years, it was difficult to grasp.

His father glanced back at him. “Adrien, could you stay here for a while? I need to go inside the pottery shop, but the pottery pieces are very fragile and I do not want you to break anything.”

Adrien blinked in confused disappointment but lingered at the door of the shop. He wished he’d chosen to stay with his mother at the hotel instead of whining to go outside.

He sat on the sidewalk and looked around. There were many red candles on the roads and food piled up randomly nearby. He didn’t understand why. Wouldn’t it attract rats?

There was a soft sound of footsteps. Adrien glanced up to see a Chinese woman in red robes like a martial artist, her blue hair in a neat bun. She wore a spotted mask. Adrien wondered if she was a cosplaying supehero. How cool was that?

The woman sat next to him. “Hello,” she said in perfect French. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“No, you’re cool,” he said happily. “Are you a superhero? What’s your name? I’m Adrien!”

She smiled at him. “My name is Xing Wu. Is China a nice place for you?”

He nodded. “It’s very měi lì,” he pronounced carefully, the Mandarin words for ‘pretty’. “Like you!”

Xing Wu looked pleasantly surprised. “That’s sweet of you, Adrien. Do you know why we put the joss sticks and food on the roads?”

He shook his head. “What are joss sticks?”

“They’re the ones that look like candles,” she explained patiently. “It’s part of the Hungry Ghost Festival.”

Adrien shivered. “Ghosts? Aren’t they scary?”

“They won’t bother you if you treat them nicely. That’s why we put food and joss sticks, to fulfil their hunger.”

That was when he noticed the translucency of the Chinese woman, her outline faint and glowing. “You…you’re a ghost?”

Xing Wu shrugged. “Yes, I am. But not like the others. Someday, Adrien, you will experience a great loss. But with that loss, comes a calling. And you must stand by her.”

“Who is she?” Adrien asked. He definitely should’ve been more scared of a ghost than he was, but this one seemed so nice that he felt perfectly safe.

“You’ll know. I am her ancestor.”

“Ancestor?”

“It means I’m her family from a long time ago.”

“Adrien, who are you talking to?” His father asked, standing next to him. “Get up, we’re going back to the hotel.”

The ghost bowed to him. “We will meet again when you see her. Á plus tard, Adrien.”

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“I…I’m super clumsy. Sorry.”

Chat Noir stared at her curiously. The blue hair, her eyes, the spotted mask….

“And you must stand by her.”

He smiled a little. “Don’t sweat it, clumsy girl. I’m new at this too.”

In the distance, there was a loud crash, possibly Stoneheart wrecking the city.

“H-hey!” The girl said nervously. “Where are you going?”

Chat Noir grinned at her. “To save Paris, of course. Are you coming?”

Fun fact: I named Ladybug Xing Wu, which in Mandarin Chinese would be 幸武, the words meaning “lucky” and “of war” respectively. (Totally not taking the liberty of me flaunting my being Chinese.) The Hungry Ghost Festival is a legit thing too, but since I don’t live in China, it may be inaccurate and I apologise in advance. I’m also not Buddhist or Taoist, so, double inaccuracy. Anyhow, leave me feedback if you want to say anything! Thanks!

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This is a direct sequel to Lazy Day (day 23), but it can be read on its own.  It is also the @miraculousfluffmonth August 25 prompt, favorite things.


“Come on Hugo, it’s your turn for a bath darling boy,” Adrien called.

“Baf!” Hugo cried happily, running into the bathroom in nothing but a diaper.

“Oh, who did a good job taking off his clothes?”  He tweaked his son’s nose.  "Is your diaper a mess.“

Hugo shook his head.

"Not sure I believe you, darling boy.”  He pointed to the cupboard.  "Hand me the wipes just in case.“

Hugo’s chubby fingers pulled open the door with far more force than necessary.  He crouched down and grasped the pouch, turning and handing it to his father.  

"You’re a great helper.”  Adrien held the diaper between Hugo’s legs with one hand, and unfastened the diaper cover’s tabs with the other.  "Huh.  You were right.  You want to sit on the potty before your bath?“

"No!”  The toddler moved to the side of the tub.  "In now.  Pwease, Papa?“

Chuckling, Adrien grasped his son’s hands to help him climb in to the bath.  "I’m turning on the water.  You tell me if it’s too hot, or too cold.”  Holding one hand in front of the faucet, he turned the tap waiting until the temperature was reasonable before stopping the drain.

“Bubbles Papa?” Hugo asked, grinning as the rising water lapped against his heels.

“Yeah, you can have bubbles.”  Adrien squirted a little bubble bath into the rushing water.  "Which toys do you want?“

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I was trying to find something in my images and irfanview was full window size and blowing images up. Cabanela’s sprite when blown up is utterly terrifying.

WHY ARE YOUR EYES BLACK HOLES OF DEATH. You are a skull. Please stop.

“Ha Ha ha Lynne’s Dead.”
“Yes, Jowd. Come, Jowd. Cackle.”

I am legitimately disturbed and it must be shared.