#zhang chao

[mostlyfate]

EMBRACE LOVE 拥抱未来的你 (2023) 1.04 | Don’t you know living with a man is dangerous?

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HIKARU NO GO | S01E35

Chinese Drama - 2020, 36 episodes

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Zhang Chao for CMG’s 3rd China TV Drama Annual Gala

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[gifts-of-heimdall-runes]

From: The Runic Tarot by Lo Scarabeo (2021).

Jack Sephiroth & Zhang Chao (artists)

Jaymi Elford (author)

Source

[awu-wangxuan]

FRY ME TO THE MOON (2024) EP. 1 dir. by Du Xiao Yu starring Song Yi, Charmaine Sheh and Li Chun

[alexesguerra]

Runic Tarot Kit Runic Tarot Kit Cards – November 8, 2021 by Jack Sephiroth (Author), Zhang Chao (Author), Jaymi Elford (Author) ---Brand New-- Norse mythology meets tarot; this is the deck that the Pagan community has been eagerly awaiting. Based on the gods and mythology of the Norse, the Runic Tarot is the ultimate divination deck for connecting with Valhalla, the realm of the gods. The powerful art is imbued with a fierce, ancient aura as it weaves together the wisdom of the runes, the poetry of the Skalds, the valor of the Einherjars, and the evergreen bounty of life and nature. This reading deck pays tribute to the divine spark within humanity, calling out to everyone who feels the pull of the ancient Norse ways. Boxed kit (5½ x 8¼) includes a 78-card deck and guidebook About the Author Jack Sephiroth is an artist who works in the fantasy field. Zhang Chao is a tarot expert and artist. Jaymi Elford is an author, tarot reader, fire spinner, and cat friend. She has over thirty years of experience with tarot and other divination tools, and she works closely with Lo Scarabeo to produce tarot decks. Jaymi has taught at PantheaCon, Northwest Tarot Symposium (NWTS), Witch City Tarot Gathering, and the Readers Studio in New York. She co-hosts the podcast Cardslingers Coast-to-Coast and edits The Cartomancer Magazine. Jaymi lives in Portland, Oregon, and wants you to visit her at www.innercompasstarot.com. Publisher ‏ : ‎ Llewellyn Publications (November 8, 2021) Language ‏ : ‎ English ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 0738770736 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 9780738770734 Item Weight ‏ : ‎ 1.4 pounds Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 5.3 x 2 x 8.45 inches

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Night Lord

by Zhang Bozi

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The Truth decided for the third case of S3 that raver pirates at the 1990s goth club was the way to go, and who am I to argue with brilliance?

[mostlyfate]

EMBRACE LOVE 拥抱未来的你 (2023) 1.04 | You’re insulting me. Are you insulting me? No. I’m teaching you how to do Kabe-Don. You didn’t do it right. Shall I show you? Show what?

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HIKARU NO GO | S01E26

Chinese Drama - 2020, 36 episodes

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Zhang Chao for 2024 Tencent Video Drama Party

[anythinggoesbutme]

The Truth Hurts (Especially at Dinner)

Cassie Hobbes x Dean Redding x Micheal Townsend x Lia Zhang x Sloane Tavish

Warnings: sarcasm, emotional banter, chaotic group dynamics, found family vibes

Synopsis: What starts as a simple team dinner quickly unravels into chaos when Lia starts calling out lies, Michael won’t stop provoking Dean, and Cassie realizes this dysfunctional mess might actually feel like home.

Song: “Dog Days Are Over” — Florence + the Machine

Word Counter: 918

The dinner was supposed to be normal.

Well, as normal as it could be when it involved five teenage members of a covert FBI program, all of whom had a statistically significant chance of trauma-induced snark and interpersonal disasters.

Dean had grilled. Actual food. Meat, vegetables, even bread that hadn’t come from the freezer section. Cassie suspected it was some kind of ritual offering to the gods of domestic stability. She appreciated the effort—he’d even set the table, which was frankly the most suspicious part.

“I didn’t know you knew how to cook,” Michael said as he leaned against the counter, arms crossed and smirking, because of course he did. “Does this mean we’ve entered the ‘husband era’ of your arc?”

Dean didn’t rise to the bait. “It’s chicken.”

Michael grinned wider. “It’s commitment.”

Sloane, oblivious or perhaps just delighted by the presence of table settings, was already arranging the utensils by Fibonacci sequence. Cassie watched her swap a fork and knife three times, then nod decisively. “This is the most aesthetically pleasing cutlery alignment I’ve ever seen. Statistically speaking, when forks are placed at a seventy-two degree angle, people are 16% more likely to report dinner satisfaction.”

Cassie blinked. “Did you just cite a study on forks?”

“I cite studies on everything,” Sloane said. “Including interpersonal dynamics at shared meals.”

“I would like to opt out of being analyzed,” Michael said, plopping down next to her. “For the duration of this meal, I am but a humble man who enjoys poultry.”

Cassie raised an eyebrow. “You don’t enjoy poultry.”

“That’s true,” Lia said from behind him. “Lie.”

Michael didn’t flinch. He just looked up with the calm detachment of a man who had seen his entire life flash before his eyes at the sound of Lia’s voice cutting across the table like a whip.

“Do you have to do that at dinner?” he asked mildly.

“Yes,” Lia said, sliding into the seat beside Dean. She wore red lipstick, diamond studs, and the expression of a cat who had recently gotten into the cream. “Especially when you lie so badly.”

“I wasn’t lying,” Michael countered. “I was playfully evading. It’s called charm, Lia.”

“It’s called delusion,” Dean muttered.

“I’m detecting hostility,” Michael said, pointing a fork at him. “And maybe a smidge of—yes, there it is—repressed feelings.”

Dean didn’t dignify that with a response. He just passed the chicken to Sloane.

Cassie, caught between the two of them, smiled awkwardly and reached for the potatoes. “So… how was everyone’s day?”

“Statistically? Inefficient,” Sloane said. “I only solved 2.6 cold cases this morning.”

“I emotionally devastated a suspect during interrogation,” Michael offered. “Dean glared at me for approximately 43% of it.”

“I glared at you because you started the interview by saying ‘you look like a man with secrets.’”

“He was a man with secrets.”

“I told someone they were lying about being allergic to cats just to see if they’d panic,” Lia added breezily.

“Did they?”

“They sneezed. And then confessed to insurance fraud.”

“Charming,” Michael said, raising his glass to her. “I’m sure the Bureau will give you a gold star for that one.”

Lia grinned and sipped her wine. “Please. I deserve a parade.”

Cassie stared at her plate, then at the people around the table—Dean carefully chewing in silence, Michael and Lia playing their usual game of flirt-and-destroy, Sloane beaming as she counted how many vegetables were on her plate (eleven), and her

Just her.

The profiler.

The one who used to fake normal like it was a full-time job.

“Okay,” she said slowly, “but just for the record, none of this is normal.”

Four heads turned to her.

Michael smiled, lazy and amused. “Define normal, Cassie.”

“Dinner,” she said. “Dinner is supposed to be… I don’t know. Calm. Quiet. Not a war zone of lies and microexpressions.”

Lia gasped in mock offense. “How dare you. This is quality bonding time.”

Dean’s lips twitched. “She’s not wrong.”

Sloane looked confused. “We’ve never had a normal dinner.”

“Exactly,” Cassie said, gesturing with her fork. “And maybe we should try it. No lies. No lie detection. No emotional baiting. Just—food.”

Michael nodded solemnly. “So you’re saying I can’t accuse Dean of projecting his fear of intimacy onto the mashed potatoes?”

Dean closed his eyes. “Please don’t.”

“Or accuse Lia of secretly watching romcoms when no one’s looking?” he added, glancing sideways.

Lia narrowed her eyes. “You swore you wouldn’t tell.”

Michael just winked. “You lied.”

“LIE!” Lia shouted again, stabbing a carrot.

Cassie dropped her fork.

Sloane clapped. “Dinner is now 87% more entertaining.”

“Can we eat,” Dean said, a hair from a growl, “without turning it into a psychological circus?”

“No,” Michael said cheerfully.

“No,” Lia echoed.

Sloane hummed. “Statistically, group dinners in high-stress occupations do often devolve into interpersonal chaos. We’re actually quite average in that regard.”

Michael looked pleased. “You hear that? We’re average.”

Cassie picked up her fork again and took a bite of chicken.

It was dry.

Dean looked at her like he knew exactly what she thought of it and was already planning a re-do of the entire meal prep process.

She gave him a small, grateful smile anyway. Because beneath the chaos and lies and dinner-table diagnostics, there was this:

Dean cooked. Michael showed up. Lia stayed. Sloane counted things because it helped her breathe. And Cassie—Cassie was learning to sit still in the storm and call it home.

Maybe this wasn’t normal.

But maybe it didn’t have to be.

[leftdreamlanddragon]

One (1) person wanted part two…

Here we go:

For the love of… someone please get them a handheld microphone or something.

Yap yap yap part 1

Yap yap yap part 2

Yap yap yap part 3

Great angle.

“We’re starting a squad. Applications being accepted now.”

Sir, this a public event there’s no need for this level of indecency (please continue).

“The squad application process continues even in sweatpants.”

And that’s part 2

[melorambles]

hei xiazi and zhang rishan headcanons I will never be talked out of:

they met back in the day when rishan was fo ye's fu guan, definitely committed a whole bunch of arson and murder they narrowly escaped being arrested for, and a whole bunch of other stuff fo ye had to pay bail for

fo ye spent the rest of his life carefully monitoring hei xiazi's whereabouts to make sure he and rishan were never in the same city unsupervised. sometimes he hired hei xiazi for BS he made up on the spot because it was cheaper than paying for the property damage

fo ye was also a little jealous they didn't invite him to the Shenanigans, but he's too Official and Responsible to do those sorts of things anymore and he does pout about that on er ye's couch.

when Rishan takes on fo ye's mantle, he keeps xiazi on speed dial to mess with people who annoy him. Just, straight up says 'here's a bunch of money, do whatever you want so long as I don't have to hear from them for the next month'

Rishan unknowingly mirrors fo ye's frustration with having to keep up appearances and not being allowed to be the agent of chaos he was born to be. xiazi is aware of this and sometimes 'kidnaps' him on vacations where they go burn down a wang family warehouse or training facility or the summer home of some corrupt government official.

they've never been caught, but poorly drawn police sketches have ended up on wanted lists rishan has had to make arrangements to have deleted

xiazi is also one of the few people who understands the Immortality Depression, who would also - probably - give fair warning before trying to shank rishan (and vice versa). rishan and xiazi have definitely fucked about it, but even the suggestion they ever dated would be met with some sort of reaction on a scale of confusion to horror (also the ghost of fo ye starts screaming from the afterlife)

rishan has definitely made green pepper fried rice for xiazi and it's their go-to currency, other than favors and flammable materials.

[talk-danmei-to-me]

The cover for Joyful Reunion is giving age gap and angst.

Also these danmei boys and their flutes…