His mum makes the little boats herself and it’s a family tradition to go to the Chao Phraya River and let them float
the Krathong’s floating symbolizes letting go of all one’s hatred, anger, and defilements and Can brings Tin with him because if someone needs that kind of letting go it’s him
Tin never went with his family to these kinds of festivals and first, it’s too crowdy and loud, but the moment Can’s mum grabs his arm to bring him in the circle of their family so all of them can put the boats on the river together his heart overflows with feelings
also Can said that lovers put the boats on the water together to symbolize their togetherness and oh boy Tin is sold
Yi Peng
is mostly celebrated in northern Thailand (Chiang Mai) but more and more everywhere in Thailand in the last couple of years
Can loves the floating lights and they met with all their friends to light the lanterns
Can and Tin hold the sky lanterns together and look each other in the eyes while letting their lantern go
Can follows their lantern with his eyes and points out how high it flights but Tin can’t take his eyes from Can’s face
It’s the first time they doing something traditional meaningful together as a pair and it’s one of Tin’s favourite memories
Fandom: 镇魂 | Guardian (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chu Shu Zhi/Guo Chang Cheng Characters: Chu ShuZhi/Chu Shu Zhi, Guo ChangCheng/Guo Chang Cheng Additional Tags: Romance, Coffee, Cats, Flowers, Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, melodrama- hahaha!, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, as story develops Summary:
There was a ridiculous assumption that he was quiet and gentle because he worked with delicate flowers. In fact, Chu Shu Zhi may be one of the least stereotypical florists in the whole profession.
Time for tea.
Yes, I hate the summary too, but my mind went blank.
So I guess this turned into more of a Jealous!Can moment than anything else and the prompt gives more of a pre-relationship vibe but I’m on my established relationship wave atm so you have to bear with me and forgive me 🙂 Nevertheless I hope you enjoy it anon ❤
TinCan Ficlet
There had been a lack of kissing the last couple of days. Can was no one to count but he kind of did. Since he discovered the joy of kissing he had made sure to met his daily make-out quota with Tin, mostly because he felt like floating on cloud nine afterwards. His whole body hummend and he felt energized and alert in a whole different way than before. But for four days in a row their schedule hadn’t matched as it had before and Can felt that.
Did he miss other aspects of Tin? Sure. But their kisses made him feel connected to Tin in a way he couldn’t explain. The moment their lips met his mind was like ‘Oh yes, good, this is it.’.
He sighed and pushed his stuff inside his bag. Whatever the lecture had been about he had no idea. He had played with his phone the whole time, but no message from Tin about meeting for lunch or suggesting they drive home together later. He had the urge to repeat his jealousy call but this time ranting about Tin not fulfilling his part of their relationship. He was responsible for Can’s wellbeing, wasn’t he?
He wasn’t allowed to kiss other people, and he wasn’t allowed to neglect him like this…
“Are… you… going… to… sit… here… forever?”
Can looked up to Good with a pout.
“Ai Good!!” Can let himself fall against Good. “Life is so unfair!”
“Oh…” Good patted him on the head like he was a sad puppy and Can sighed again. Tin did the same when he whined. It was mostly followed by a full-body hug. Can missed them, too.
“It’s not the same,” he mumbled and stood up.
Good just looked at him in confusion but Can already dragged him out of the lecture hall. He needed something to eat if he wanted to hunt Tin down and demand something silly like his daily dose of mouth-to-mouth action. Even in his head it sounded ridiculous and he was used to his own thought processes.
Nevertheless he found himself in front of the IC building when his last lecture had ended. He swayed back and forth on his heels and suppressed the urge to storm the building by force. Tin was in there somewhere and he better had an explanation why there was no text from him for the last couple of hours.
Tin emerged from the building with his phone in his hand. Busted, Can thought. His feet carried him towards Tin fueled by his indignation.
“Hey,” he said when he arrived in Tin’s space and was derailed for a moment because Tin looked up and smiled at him. He even took a step forward so that Can had to raise his head to look up at him. Assholes who ignored their boyfriends didn’t smile when confronted, right?
Can eyes fell to Tin’s lips but he shook his head because he was angry!
“Hey… you have some free time?”
“Free time my ass,” Can said and waved his finger in front of Tin’s face. “You know exactly when I have time for a lunch break and when my lectures are over! I already told you that you’re not allowed to be with someone else, while you’re with me. Who is it? Did you have lunch with Ai Pete? No, Ae already told me he would meet him today, so! Confess!”
Tin had been silent the whole time and while Can huffed because he had spoke himself in a bit of an adrenaline rush Tin just raised an eyebrow.
Oh, something in Can said. The eyebrow. It was a sign that Tin was either going to be extra sarcastic or that he was going to say something dirty to Can.
Instead, Tin raised his phone and showed Can the display. It was their chat.
“I know what I wrote you yesterday,” he said and crossed his arms. Tin added a smirk to his raised eyebrow and moved the chat process down with his finger.
“You sent me your schedule, you whined about the heavy workload you’ll have to do and why they would insist on football and cheering practice when everyone is so busy.”
Can blinked and opened his mouth. He closed it a moment later.
He squinted at the file he had sent Tin and yes… it was written there in cold print.
“My schedule changed this week,” he murmured and let his arms fall to his side. “It’s not my fault! You always text me at least five times in the morning! How was I supposed to know that all of a sudden you are concerned of disturbing me?!”
“So you like my good morning texts?” “This is not what this is about!” “But you admit that you were jealous of some imaginary person I had lunch with.”
Can stomped his feet.
“Shut up and kiss me already!”, Can yelled. He was as surprised as Tin by his outburst and for a few tense seconds they just stared at each other. Tin was the one who moved first. He put his phone in his pocket and leaned forward. He pressed a kiss to Can’s cheek and Can rolled his eyes.
“You know what I mean,” he murmured against Tin’s ear and put his arms around Tin’s neck to stop him from moving too far away. He felt the smirk against his cheek and sighed in annoyance as Tin just moved slowly from his cheek to his mouth while he showered his skin in soft butterfly kisses.
Tin laid his hand against his neck, and goosebumps broke out over Can’s body. Finally, Tin kissed him. He felt his breath and as always was surprised of how soft Tin’s lips felt and how a kiss could reaffirm everything.
Yezun dies after an accident, leaving his baby in Shen Wei’s care.
Shen Wei doesn’t know how to be a father. He only understands flowers language. But it’s okay. Yunlan, coffeeshop owner at next door will help him.
“What are you doing, Yunlan?” Shen Wei asks.
Yunlan frowns a little at Shen Wei, and turns back to continue flicking through Si’er’s wardrobe. “What do you mean what am I doing? I’m looking for that pink fairy princess dress,” he says. “I could’ve sworn I just saw it in here the other day. Did you put it in the wash?”
“Yunlan…”
“Or did we leave it at Wang Zheng’s place?” Yunlan mumbles. “Do you think Si’er will mind wearing the white one instead of the pink? I think she looks adorable no matter what, but she is very attached to that pink dress.”
“Yunlan,” Shen Wei says firmly. “Zhao Yunlan, what are you doing?”
Yunlan’s father is a businessman, he wants his son to be a next ceo but Yunlan only wants to make art. So he studies art. His father let’s him, with one condition. He will marry with Shen Wei.
Shen Wei is a strong willed man. He is determined to make this marriage work.
Ooooh I absolutely love the idea of this. But listen, what if Yun Lan and Shen Wei’s families have been rivals since they’re young? Yun Lan did not know of this but Shen Wei has always been in love with the Zhao’s family heir. So when Yun Lan’s father puts forth a business proposal to join both families together, Shen Wei jumps at the chance with a condition that he lets Yun Lan to pursue his Bachelor Degree in Fine Arts.
The terms and conditions of the arranged marriage are drawn and signed behind closed doors so not even Yun Lan is privy to its dealings. Not that he even cares. He can’t believe that his father has sold him off like a prized cow to a man 10 years his senior! The absurdity of it makes Yun Lan wants to laugh and get stupidly drunk. Stupid Shen Wei. Who does this man think he is? Galloping into his life and trying to take over everything? He hates him already and he’s supposed to marry this guy? Oh damn it to hell.
Zhao Yunlan really tries to be upset about the whole situation -he acts out during the wedding reception, gets too drunk and too rowdy, avoids Shen Wei like the plague every chance he can- and to hate Shen Wei for agreeing to this whole farce of a marriage to begin with. He really does!
But Shen Wei… Shen Wei is not what Yunlan’d expected him to be.
Shen Wei is nice and sweet and takes care of Yunlan, never expecting Yunlan to reciprocate. He makes Yunlan food, and buys Yunlan random art supplies because he just happened to see them. He’s respectful of Yunlan’s personal boundaries, and respects his choice to continue studying art. That one time Yunlan came home drunk after a night out with Da Qing and Lin Jing, Shen Wei’d carried Yunlan to his room, tucked him into bed, and left a glass of water and an advil on the bedside table for Yunlan!
It’s almost inevitable that Yunlan develops a crush on his own husband, really. What was the universe expecting?
Decided this deserved it’s own post because it bothers me that there’s so little in the media about these successfully racially mixed spaces in the 19th century. I feel like this needs to be common knowledge.
This article is about Longtown, Ohio, a racially mixed town, with white, black, and Native Americans who lived a good life, intermixing from the mid 1850′s without racial violence or issues, until WW2.
I think the closest I have seen to any coverage of something similar, was the movie The Free State of Jones… which is AWFUL and has that heavy-handed patronizing preciousness around race, that I hate. Not to mention it’s boring af and hella white saviory. I honestly don’t think a white male filmmaker could get this right. It’s on Netflix, but I don’t recommend it.
There are better docs on youtube about him… A white man who deserted the Confederates and formed his own mixed raced territory within Mississippi. He was an intimidating figure who basically kept the peace until his death.
I feel like a lot of the lazy hand-wavey bullshit modern bigots like to pull comes from this idea that humans just weren’t meant to mix and it’s some kind of inevitability (on ALL SIDES of course, because they always feel weirdly implicated when we talk about the horrifically demonic shit white people did, I think because THEY KNOW they would do it too) that people will always hate each other because they are different.
And these hidden histories prove that’s bullshit.
I think a lot of these histories… and, there are quite a few, have been in a way ignored and suppressed because it doesn’t fit that narrative of constant oppression of the other (with a token white savior to romanticize our pain and make white people cry).
I think seeing successes like this from even those so-called extra-racist days (don’t believe that bullshit either, time passage doesn’t magically lessen racism, no matter what time you exist in, a conscience works, some just ignore it for their own greed… as a lot folks should definitely see these days, given Trumpism).
I remember the Smithsonian putting on a festival some years back, which spotlit the mix of cultures and pockets of mixed raced towns that birthed bluegrass in Appalachia. That had tents for Scotland (with Scots) and Mali (with people from Mali). And I wish more people knew about The Carolina Chocolate Drops with Rhiannon Giddens who has done SO MUCH to spread that history and culture through her musical artistry.
All this to say… I really wish more period stuff dealt with POC successfully and happily existing those times, without the constant spectre of racial violence and abuse, even in the U.S. because that was a reality for some too.
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