augustbwrites:

If you are in the middle of writing your first shitty draft and you’re feeling awful about it, like, consumed with waves of fear and self-doubt and questioning everything, DON’T stop to pick it apart. Just keep moving. Let the critical voices in your head babble on and just keep moving, one foot in front of the other, one word in front of the other, until the end. If you never finish your shitty first draft, you won’t have anything to work with and make better.

Lauren Sapala

@decadentdeerpolice and this too

cogwrites:

the thing is your writing session might not be fun or easy or fruitful, but it is always successful. every time you write, you are making progress. you’re thinking about your story, you’re thinking about your writing, and most importantly: you’re writing. just remember that, even if you don’t reach your goals, your writing session will be a success.

@decadentdeerpolice who struggles with their TincCan wip. I don’t know how to word so I’ll use someone else’s much more articulate words to give you some support! ❤

ang3lsh1:

surreality51:

for-the-flail:

Shen Wei: Carefully cooks a wide selection of delicious meals for Zhao Yunlan

Zhao Yunlan: Shoves food on a stick in Shen Wei’s face while sitting on the table

Ha! Never noticed that Zhao Yunlan and Da Qing are sitting on the table like barbarians cats. Bonus: there is an empty chair RIGHT THERE BEHIND YOU, Zhao Yunlan.

I also think it’s telling that Shen Wei is set apart from everyone else. He’s just joined the SID, so he probably still feels like a guest rather than a family member. Everyone else is digging in, stuffing their faces, while he’s sitting there politely and properly, as you do when you’re a guest in someone’s home. Zhao Yunlan is the one who tries to bring him into the fold by offering him a meat stick.

It’s doubly awkward because he is a professor and the kids SID members don’t really know him well yet, so there’s this whole “why are you inviting him to eat garbage food with us?” thing that Zhu Hong voices. Professors are part of a highly respected echelon in Chinese society, so it would be as if you invited your company CEO or the mayor over to eat nachos with you (and not like classy nachos, I’m talking the nachos with the orange cheese goo). Appropriate for you and your hodgepodge SID family, not so appropriate for an esteemed guest.

But that’s just it: Zhao Yunlan doesn’t want Shen Wei to be a guest. He wants Shen Wei to be part of his SID family. So he’s going to treat him like family and invite him over to eat junk food with everyone and drink beer and maybe even get grease on his fingers or his mouth. I love the informality of this little snippet. It’s the equivalent of Zhao Yunlan inviting Shen Wei over to hang out on his couch and watch the game with his buddies.

And poor Shen Wei doesn’t quite know how to handle it yet, because he’s been alone for 10,000 years and has never really had a family or even a friend, and now all of a sudden he’s getting a ridiculous boyfriend and boyfriend’s entire wayward family. So he’s probably feeling a little lost as he sits ramrod straight on his couch island. But then Zhao Yunlan offers him the meat stick/peace offering/bridge, and you can see how even after Shen Wei shakes his head no, Zhao Yunlan just waves it at him and insists. 

Food can have such weighted meaning in Chinese culture. What type of food you serve, who serves food to whom, who gets served first, who gets the choicest morsels, etc. Like, there are rules around this that I had to learn as a kid. In this snippet, Zhao Yunlan ostensibly serves Shen Wei because he’s the host of the gathering, but also to bring Shen Wei into the SID family, get Shen Wei to realize that he’s part of the family now and what that really means, and also for the SID members to view Shen Wei as one of them too. Food is a great way to bring someone into your circle, because food in Chinese culture is communal: everyone grabs from the same serving plates at the center of the table.  

The act of serving food can provide a way to express caring and intimacy. You might pick out the tastiest morsel and put it on your spouse’s or child’s plate to show love, your parent’s plate to show respect, your friend’s plate to show caring, and in more formal occasions, a guest’s plate to show hospitality. This scene is deliberately informal, deliberately familial, so Zhao Yunlan handing food to Shen Wei can be read as a deliberate act of caring, rather than hospitality. Contrast this scene with the formal dinner with Guo Changcheng’s uncle, which is all about hospitality (despite the mickey mouse balloon, omg wtf set designer?!?!), and you can see the stark differences in relationships, intimacy, and who’s in vs who’s out of your family group.

 #I could go on about possible meanings of food in guardian #shen wei cooking for zhao yunlan #no wonder zhao yunlan calls shen wei his wife #i’m having flashbacks to all of my aunts trying to stuff me with food at family dinners #my second aunt still puts food on my cousin’s plate even though he’s 30 #what’s with chinese people and our hyperfixation on food? (via @surreality51)

It’s called loooooooooove. Also the whole every time you call home and your parents are all ‘Have you eaten yet? What did you have for dinner?’

We are a terrible awkward repressed race who can only express our love through food and stuffing loved ones with food and then later complain you’re too skinny/put on weight.

sciaus:

YaoYutong SCI – Actor AU

May we introduce you to Zhan Yao, newcomer in
the actor-world but already the paparazzi’s favourite starlet. He is well loved by his ever increasing fanbase for his prince-like appearance and aura, although often misunderstood
by colleagues. And what would an up and coming celebrity be without his right-hand man: Bai Yutong.

Bai Yutong, who has started out as Zhan Yao’s personal
assistant, quickly becomes way more than that. He is his manager,
bodyguard, personal chef, chauffeur, spokesperson and his best friend. And on top of
that list, Bai Yutong also is the person Zhan Yao has fallen hopelessly in love
with.

Trending War

florbexter:

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Title: Trending War 
Chapter: oneshot
Pairing: TinCan

Summary: 

5 times Can tried to trend #TinCan and one time he didn’t have to


Prelude

Can stared at Tin’s head and wondered how he ever had found that stupid stupidhead attractive. He was ugly… maybe not in the common sense ugly, because he had this stupid face, which was stupidly handsome but he was ugly. Because…

“Why are you staring at me?” Tin asked but didn’t look up from his laptop.

Can thought about throwing his phone at Tin’s face, but he really liked that phone.

But he also kinda hated that phone because it had shown him the TinPete hashtag and how it was trending, because Tin and his stupid face had learned on a bench outside of the IC building instead of inside like any normal person.

Can frowned at the picture his sister had attached to one of her tweets. Pete was looking over Tin’s shoulder to see the display of Tin’s laptop. It was an innocent picture. They didn’t even really touch. They were just close.

Can hated it.

‘They would make such cute boyfriends’ one of Lay’s friends had commented under her tweet and he wanted to shout at her that HE was the cute boyfriend… which he was not come to think of it.

They dated. And kissed. And Tin’s hand had been on places of Can’s body only his own hand ever had been. Which Can liked a lot. Tin had nice hands, they were big and warm and…

Stop thinking about his hands!, he scolded himself. He was mad! He was mad because some dumb girls thought Tin was the perfect match for Pete! Pete!

He should sent screenshots to Ae.

“You are still staring.”

“Am I not allowed to look at…” at my boyfriend he wanted to say… but they were not. Not officially.

How would one make the change from dating each other to being official boyfriends? Should he just ask? Or did they just transition naturally to a point where they start to call each other boyfriends? He could google it right?

“What happened?”

Can startled because Tin flopped down next to him on the couch without announcing himself. He hid his phone instinctively.

Tin looked at him and Can knew that he was going to snap that phone from his hands, so he twisted sideways to prevent Tin from doing so.

“Can,” Tin said while looming over him, “what is on your damn phone?”

“Nothing!”

“You stare at it, then you stare at me and those are not nice stares.”

“How would you know? Maybe I am being seductive?”

“I know your seductive face, it is very similar to your feed me face.”

“Hey!”

He had to twist away again because Tin was so damn tall and why had he never realized that his arms were also freakishly long? Can turned around to lay on his belly hiding his phone between his body and the couch.

He felt Tin’s sigh against his neck and tried to suppress a shiver.

“Can,” he said in an exasperated tone but Can shook his head.

“Not showing you.”

“Can,” he said again, but softer this time, just a whisper against his skin. Can turned around and stared at Tin who frowned in light of Can’s serious face.

“What happened?”, he asked, ready to conquer all of Can’s enemies. It was funny that he was always ready to fight those non-existing threats but wouldn’t let Can punch his brother.

“Be my boyfriend,” he said, because he wanted to. He wanted to be Tin’s boyfriend. He wanted to change his facebook status, and he wanted to comment on those stupid tweets that Tin already had an adorable boyfriend, thank you very much (and no offense Pete).

And he wanted to see that look on Tin’s face everytime he said boyfriend.

Can took hold of Tin’s face to caress the skin around his mouth and eyes and marvel in the soft and astonished look in his eyes.

“Be my boyfriend,” he repeated himself and smiled at Tin’s huff because he used his hold on Tin’s face to make him nod.

“This is a binding nod,” he said.

“My boyfriend is very cute, but also an idiot,” Tin said and Can had to grin.

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