#tzi’s writing

[saintlupin]

Bold.

Harry liked colorfully vibrant things, nowadays. Bold patterns, loud colors, odd shapes twisted into something obscene; audacious. He painted each nail on his hands a different color, drawing funky designs on them with sharpie. He decorated himself in gold. Gold piercings, gold-rimmed glasses, a gold tooth–because he can, because he’s alive, alive and living and happy for it too. 

Sometimes Draco felt like he paled in comparison. Cloudy eyes, snow-white hair, muted trousers and a simple jumper. Why Harry ever dared to be his friend remained a mystery Draco was scared of unraveling. 

Harry was never shy, he said what he wanted. Proudly, clamorously, without fear of another’s opinion. Sometimes, it made Draco feel so light-headed he needed to take multiple deep breaths to settle his rapidly beating heart, lest it burst right there, in his chest, leaving him bleeding.  

“Why are you my friend?” 

Harry stopped in his tracks, turning slowly, making a show of himself in the way he always did. “Because, I like you.” The way he said it, like it was the simplest thing in the world, radiating enthusiasm, scared Draco. 

“But– but you could be friends with anyone. There are so many people far more interesting than me and –”

“No, I don’t think you’re understanding. I like you.”

Bold, smooth. That was Harry Potter in his shining glory. It didn’t help that the sunset was upon them, kissing Harry’s skin gold and painting a picture worthy of display at the Louvre. 

Without thought he said: “Well, why haven’t you asked me out, then?” Anxious, skeptical, hands shaking with nerves that shivered up and down his body. 

A pierced brow raised in question. “You want me to?” Harry smirked. That fucking smirk, Merlin. It made Draco feel so many things. Too many things. Boiling heat seeping into his skin, Draco hated how much he loved it–loved how much the hatred felt like a tension close to bursting. 

“All you have to do is ask, Malfoy.” 

“Well, I’d rather you do the asking.”

Harry laughed like a man who had seen death and chosen life instead. Harry was a man who had seen death and told it to wait. Undaunted in his skin, he had grown into himself beautifully. 

“Draco Malfoy, will you go on a date with me?” 

It was disorientating, the quickness of how they reached this moment. An incomprehensible reality unraveling, still, before him. The wind picked up and the scent of lavender filled his senses. A car rolling slowly past them, tickling Draco’s ears, reminding him that they’d been on their way to the corner store for some cans of beer to share at the park. 

Suddenly unfearing, Draco said, “I think we’re already on one.”

Harry’s face turned soft, a tender smile replaced his teasing bearing and he nodded his head slowly. “Yeah,” he said, voice deep and warm. “Yeah, you’re right, c’mon.” He held out a hand. 

Draco took it, assured and unshaken.

for @short666bread who inspired this after a convo about a harry unafraid to stand out

[moonheavens]

y'alllllll feeling very weird I just sent the full draft of itcoac chapter 7 to my wonderful wonderful beta?

and like? it's done? 20k written and edited and now with him for one final check? and then it's posting time? and then the fic is finished? and I will have written ~96k of itcoac? feels so WEIRD

[rebelliouswhirlpool]

Aziraphale, Crowley, Herschel of Ostropol, Chanukah, and a story...

Sooo there's no way I can think of (and I have been thinking on this a lot) that this post isn't going to be a little bit awkward, but it's going to exist anyway.

A year ago, in 2022, I saw this post from 2021 by @anonymousdandelion on Aziraphale and Crowley meeting Herschel of Ostropol (protagonist of Herschel and the Hanukkah Goblins, a Jewish children's book, as well as a Jewish folkloric figure).

Then, a) being Jewish and Herschel and the Hanukkah Goblins being a fondly remembered book from my childhood, b) someone who enjoys Good Omens, c) also a fic writer and, d) the idea being adoptable, I started to write a story.

(and okay, it's taken me roughly a year to give it a solid shape (long story short that's less to do with the story itself and more to do with me figuring some things out about what and who I want to write for, but I digress), but the fic itself very much exists now.)

I planned to have the full Chapter 1 done in time for Chanukah this year. Due to life in general being pretty chaotic, that hasn't happened. Instead, under the read more is a preview (the first scene of chapter 1), because I still wanted to post some part of it for the holiday.

Some Fic Notes:

-This story is, arguably, two stories intertwined. One that takes place in the 'present day' (though before the Apocalypse, etc.), and one that takes place during the Herschel story.

-It will largely follow the perspective of and by driven by OCs. Though, Aziraphale and Crowley will have a strong presence and influence, it didn't feel like it was their story to tell.

-It is written with two base structural rules in mind;

Aziraphale and Crowley had a hand in the stories of Herschel of Ostropol being remembered. The original kernel this fic was built around and expanded from was answering the question of how that happens.

There can be absolutely no interference in Herschel's story happening in the synagogue (i.e. the narrative of the children's book cannot be altered). Though, that doesn't necessarily mean Herschel is prevented from appearing in the story ;)

Story Preview Beneath The Cut

Generally speaking, the old bookshop is almost always closed.

If one, however, is in ownership of a decent set of lock picks, they may find it otherwise.

For what it’s worth, Tziporah (Tzi to her close friends, Nora to most everyone else at school, and young lady to almost all adults—including her parents, Bubbie, aunties and uncles, and the odd, inconvenient passerby—all who’ve caught her getting into trouble), most of the time, does her best to not use her lock picks. It’s just…it’s…

It’s like this, alright?

Tzi was born into a family with a long, long, long tradition of bookbinding. The kind that historians sometimes visit to ask stuffy questions about. The kind that causes librarians to visit requesting restorations of aging tomes. The kind that means their home has a dedicated workshop full of fairly ancient machinery that no one outside of the family knows how to use. Of course, there are other bookbinders in the world who would certainly recognize and understand the functionality of the more modern pieces of equipment Tzi’s family has. They just won’t recognize all of what they use. Not the Family bits.

The point being, when you grow up in such a setting, you tend to learn certain things. The store names and locations of almost every bookshop dealing in antique or rare books fairly close by, for instance. Also, a lot of the owners become familiar faces (or have been since before Tzi could remember). As the future of the Family Tradition, it’s only natural that she should accompany whomever is doing the deliveries or house calls regularly.

Thus, when you have this knowledge and you can be an Extremely Trustworthy Child (sure, Tzi may cause trouble regularly, but some things (like books, it’s books) are far too precious not to be Extremely Careful about), you’re, more often than naught, allowed to explore such bookshops, and read to your heart’s content.

And if you’re Tzi and you’re allowed to come along on a visit to The Bookshop That You’re Family Rarely Does Business With Because Their Books Are Almost Always In Unexplainable, Impeccable Condition, you’re going to want to read something (and you inevitably will).

The problem of course becomes, if you happen to be Tzi, and your mother, or father or whomever finishes up the Official Business rather quickly, you don’t have enough time to finish whatever it is you’re reading. And it being The Bookshop That You’re Family Rarely Does Business With Because Their Books Are Almost Always In Unexplainable, Impeccable Condition, you know you probably won’t have the opportunity to come back. At least not on an official bookbinding-related visit. Not for a Long While.

First, you’ll try coming back during regular business hours, as you have for many a bookshop previously.

Except, this bookshop doesn’t seem to have regular business hours.

So, given the story you were reading has been buzzing around your head for days, you come up with an alternate method.

Tzi isn’t going to take anything of course! She’s going to be extremely careful. She just wants to finish the story.

No one will ever know she was even there!

Except the giant snake waiting for her on the other side of the door.

If Tzi didn’t regularly inhabit spaces full of delicate books in need of repair or the equally delicate tools used to repair them, she would have jumped. As it stands, she finagles the lock open, slips in through the door quietly, turns around to the face the bookshop proper, and and a yelp almost escapes her lips. The snake, black as ink and with scales bigger than Tzi’s thumb, regards her coolly with brilliant golden eyes. She stares back, hyperventilating at first, but as the seconds pass and nothing happens, her breathing evens out.

“You aren’t going to eat me, are you?” Tzi asks the snake.

The snake’s tongue flicks out and back. It doesn’t say anything, or stop gazing at her for that matter.

Tzi studies the snake with more scrutiny. “I don’t suppose you could. I mean, of course I know snakes can unhinge their jaws and all, but even if you did, you look like you aren’t big enough to fit more than my arm in your mouth, and then what would you do? You’d be stuck hanging off my shoulder.”

There’s a long beat where it seems they’re both considering this possibility (in truth, only Tzi is, in a ‘walking into school with a giant snake hanging off my arm would be really cool’ kind of way. The giant snake, for what it’s worth, is feeling mildly insulted by the implication that he’d try to eat her).

“Well,” Tzi finally says. “I did plan for this.”

Technically speaking, she only sort of planned for this. Tzi had been skeptical of the rumored sightings of a (pet?) snake in this particular bookshop when she first heard them. More so after she visited for the first time and no such snake could be located. Regardless, when One Is Determined To Finish The Book She Was Reading, One Has To Prepare For As Many Possibilities As Possible. So, Tzi had hardboiled a few eggs (because an article she read once said snakes like to eat eggs) and put them in a tupperware and put that tupperware in her bag before she left home an hour ago.

Tzi takes the egg tupperware out of her bag now and shows it to the snake. “Would you like one? They’re tastier than me, I promise.”

The snake turns its head slightly down to look at the eggs in their unassuming plastic container, and then turns back to gaze at Tzi again.

It’s at this moment that Tzi remembers the article she’d read had been about foxes, not snakes, and that she may have just insulted this particular snake (since snakes lay eggs, right? Tzi is fairly certain of that fact, but all snake facts she knows seem to have taken her seeking them as an impromptu game of Hide and Seek in her mind and they are hiding Very Well).

Tzi gulps (and briefly considers pretending one of the eggs is a stone and crushing it as a show of strength to intimidate the snake, but he can clearly see they’re eggs so that probably won’t work).

In the end, Tzi’s desire to just find the book she wants to read already, reinforced by the snake not doing much beyond staring at the eggs, wins out.

(For what it’s worth, when the snake in question has confronted intruders into the bookstore in the past, the intruders have usually taken more aggressive approaches to him. Eggs in a plastic container gifted by a girl who clearly isn’t going to run screaming at the sight of him is certainly New, and he’s not going to be given enough time to fully figure out how to respond).

Tzi places the egg tupperware down on the floor in front of the snake and snaps off the lid. “Sooo…” She draws the word out. “I’m going to go read.” She tentatively sidesteps away from the snake. When he doesn’t react, she goes to hurry off, stops herself, turns back, takes a deep breath, and “You’rewelcometojoinmeifyoulike!” tumbles from her mouth.

Without waiting for a response, Tzi darts through the chaotically organized bookshelves of the shop until she finds the one holding the book she’s after. Gingerly she plucks it off its shelf and, after memorizing its place so she can return it to exactly there, sets off for a comfortable place to sit and read.

All the while, the snake slithers after her.

After a couple minutes of fruitlessly trying to find a seat, the snake bumps its snout into Tzi’s shoulder and, when she looks at it, points her in the direction of a comfy-looking armchair that, hidden in the shadows as it is, previously escaped her notice.

Once settled, Tzi gently opens the book, finds the place she left off, and begins to read.

It’s well into the evening, after the traveler who called himself Herschel had gone up to the old synagogue, that two more visitors arrived in our small town…

[aabadendingzine]

The court record has been updated.

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[kiragecko]

It's my friend, @plotbunny-bundle!

They've been sending me asks, which makes me happy, and I show love by writing things pretty. So I translated their Tumblr name into Classical Maya.

The first phrase is a transliteration. That means I copied the sounds as closely as possible.

ʔɑj polot ɓuni ɓuntel

The 'b's have little curves on the top because they're implosive, which means the sound is made while the air is going in, rather than out.

Glyphs: ʔAJ-po-lo to ɓu-ni ɓu-nu te-le

The second phrase is a translation. I matched the meaning of Bunny's name as well as I could to Classical Maya words:

Scribe Rabbit Bundle

I don't know of a word for 'plot' or 'idea', but Maya mythology does have at least one rabbit scribe, and I felt that might get the idea across. More literal translation:

sir/one.who writes rabbit bundle/tribute

Pronunciation: ʔɑj tz'ihɓ t'ul ʔikɑɑtz

Glyphs: ʔAJ-tz'i-ɓɑ T'UL ʔi kɑ-tzi

[softlystarstruck]

hello! :•) for the emoji ask game:

🥺 ✨ 💖

hello tzi thank u!!

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

consent!!! that might be a weird one but every time i write consent between my characters im like :’) even if its casual or nonverbal or not in a sexual context. i just think its a really important thing to write into stories and adds to the care i show my own characters

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

nervous laughter uhh. agh. i think im generally good at writing trans characters who are realistic, and also neurodivergent characters. i usually write stories that assume my characters are good people at their core, and sometimes it is hard to write things that are radically soft, so im proud of myself for doing that i suppose??

💖 What made you start writing?

answered here!

[cassiopeiacorvus]

The great thing about your writing is whenever you write, you drop a chestful of gems!

A Lesson In Sources: Hands down my favourite part was Liam giving his reasoning for why he prefers to view Annelyse as Kenna's spouse, and speaks about how important peace and prosperity are to any kingdom. Also that little banter Tzi and Liam have about Olivia arguing with a PhD scholar over the veracity of Zenobia's claims lol. There are so many amazing lines - esp among the kids - that I'm spoiled for choice but William being stubborn about the Kenna x Val ship and Corrine's obsession with dragons are standouts 💖

The Liam-Tzipporah Cover Story: Oh God middle-aged Liam and Tzi are so adorable in this piece and my absolute fave was them coming out and telling the truth about Connie's orchestration of the conspiracy. It was done so well and with the gravitas of two people who have had to keep this a secret for such a long time.

Truly love your art and meta...and can't wait to see more of your fics in the future!

Thank you, Lizzy! I really love writing the royal sibs in particular because I went out of my way to give them vastly different personalities. Corinne, especially when she's young, is the most fun to give dialogue to because she has no filter whatsoever.

[cursesandcries]

constant as the stars above, always know that you are loved.

my best friend sent me a barbie tiktok earlier and this song was the sound, and of course, as a mentally unstable person whose tears are easily triggered, i cried.

i'm in another depressive episode as of writing, and i've been painfully holding back my tears whenever i'm outside the comforts of my bedroom. so as i was holding my tears back, i've thought of a way to comfort myself which is to create an artwork inspired by this song. it's not the best, but i did this teary eyed (and with tears occasionally slip out) and with the very little imagination my clouded mind can create.

during the process, i realized that i want to dedicate this song and this art to my nieces and nephews whom i love so dearly.

i made this in hopes that when my time comes (which i'm hoping to happen soon), i can still give them a sense of comfort when they look at this artwork and when they listen to the song as they grow up without me by their side. it's my form of embrace to them that will give them assurance that even if their tita is no longer with them physically, i will always be with them in their hearts.

liam, lyanna, tzi, khe sanh, my love for you will be as constant as the stars above.

[leighlim]

I think this may be my favourite scene!

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(Hopefully by this point you’ve finished watching ‘The Farewell’, the kind of person who isn’t bothered by spoilers, or are just deciding if you still want to keep watching.)

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In a way...it’s actually quite an uplifting film...and a good ‘double bill’ with the documentary ‘Heal’ about the power of the placebo effect (our reality aligning with our belief).

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HIGHLIGHT:

EXT. APPARTMENT COMPLEX - DAY

NAI NAI is in the middle of teaching BILLI her 'energy routine'. BILLI struggles taking the whole thing seriously.

NAI NAI Do you get it?

Pat's BILLI's back.

BILLI I get it!

She smiles and mirrors the pat grandma did.

NAI NAI You can also slap your arms.

She illustrates while the grandchild follows dutily.

NAI NAI Slap your back.

BILLI Slap my butt?

She freezes as her hands hover...waiting for confirmation.

NAI NAI laughs.

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My verdict of the film: 6/10

Link to the timestamp commentary: None (Maybe if there are requests...)

A Formal Review: Only by request

More of my comments about the film: No plans (unless requested)

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[godslayingenthusiast]

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Derivative Work is a work from Holy Nonsense, a Creative Commons project. View Holy Nonsense 2020 here. @enki2 is the author of this page!

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the Koan of the Derivative Work by Enki V2

Wen the Monk entered the cell of his friend, Tu-Tzi Fru-Tzi to find the floor uncharacteristically full of crumpled papers.

“Tu-Tzi, what are you doing?" Wen asked. “Some kind of origami floor?“

Tu-Tzi looked upon his hands in despair. “I'm trying to write something, but everything I do is derivative“ he cried.

“You're trying to avoid derivative work?“ Wen asked. “How original!“

After a few hours of watching cat videos, Tu-Tzi was enlightened.

Marginalia: a cartoonish volcano erupts at the top of the page, with the text beside it "If you don't like my Discordia, go make your own!"

[saintlupin]

learning how to (love someone)

cw: implied ed, slight mentions of canonical abuse

Sometimes, Harry cried at the oddest of moments. Draco could never predict them, but they always came at him faster than lightning. These moments were fleeting in nature and squeezed at Draco’s chest in a way that made breathing feel impossible, if only for a fraction of a second. 

“When you're hungry, you should eat.” Draco had said once, because Harry kept talking about being hungry but didn’t seem to be doing anything about it and it was confusing Draco. If he was allowed to be honest, it annoyed him just a bit. 

Harry turned to him, confusion painting his face. As his face contorted, his eyes began to swell with tears that would not fall. Draco was so taken aback, he hadn’t known what to say. He thought about it for a really long time after, though. 

There were things that made sense, like when Harry cried during father-son moments while watching movies. Their other friends would worry when they saw the far away look on Harry’s face, after, concerned by his somberly distant expression. Draco didn’t worry. Sometimes, Harry just needed to be quiet. Draco never minded the silence, nowadays. 

Then, there were things that didn’t make sense to Draco for a long time. Like when Harry would hide in the cupboard under the stairs after a really bad day. He never closed the door, but he would go inside, crouched in on himself, and have a good cry–the ones where there’s snot coming out of your nose and your eyes get all puffy and red. 

The first time that happened, Draco felt so completely off kilter he didn’t know what to do and that scared him. It scared him so much he went into the kitchen to get some water from the pitcher but couldn’t even get it into the glass because of how badly his hands were shaking. 

Draco read any book he could find on trauma after that day, trying to understand what might lead someone to seek comfort in such a confined space. It happened a few more times before Draco worked up the courage to sit down right outside the cupboard with his knees to his chest and ask: “Can I give you a hug?” 

Harry had been looking away, body shaking, but when Draco asked what seemed to him a simple question, Harry’s head had snapped up and looked at him with wide eyes. Harry’d slowly come out of the cupboard and made his way into Draco’s open arms. Turns out, Harry needed a hug on his worst days. The type of hug that was more squeeze than embrace. The kind of hug that made him feel safe. 

For a long time, Harry didn’t talk about these things. Until one day, he did. It was always in bits and pieces. Like a scavenger hunt, Draco had to put together clues to come to the proper conclusions. 

Harry didn’t get to eat much as a kid.

Harry missed his parents, even if he never really met them. Even the people who weren’t parents but filled up the ache of longing in his chest all the same. 

Harry was forced into a cupboard as a child. 

Well kept secrets given like shameful truths in between sentences. 

Loving someone meant holding onto their secrets for them. 

Draco did his best.

A meal, warm and ready, instead of a reminder. 

A box of tissues and a cuddle on the sofa. 

A tight hug, with whispered words of shh, love, I’ve got you. 

A promise, well kept.

[moonheavens]

playing Noah Kahan bothering Tzi on Discord drinking iced coffee writing Wolfstar smut thinking about Anakin Skywalker. all is right

[oldfilmsflicker]

Thrilled to make my Vulture debut writing about three of my favorite working actors: Tzi Ma, Shea Whigham, and Luis Guzmán

[calystarose]

I posted 10,743 times in 2021

39 posts created (0%)

10704 posts reblogged (100%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 274.5 posts.

I added 21,563 tags in 2021

#je qz - 10212 posts

#lol - 2765 posts

#the untamed - 1885 posts

#cql - 1776 posts

#fauna - 1500 posts

#fanart - 1001 posts

#awww - 712 posts

#wangxian - 650 posts

#long post - 605 posts

#wang yibo - 457 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#the important thing to know about the top right is that ymx got swole so now ymx's arms are ding rong's arms. it is canon now k thanks bye

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I still need to level up 53 circles to Legendary, but I'm done with the main course. I'm very happy with myself for this accomplishment. When I started futzing around in June 2020 I genuinely didn't think I would make it very far at all. But I completed the course and was so motivated that I haven't used a streak freeze since October 31, 2020. Not too bad :)

Looking forward to improving even more.

28 notes • Posted 2021-11-23 21:50:22 GMT

#4

My initial thought was ten characters a day. LOL My new thought is five characters every three days or so. Once I realized the interior guides we're not uniform that helped some, but this is a definite challenge of my dexterity. Writing by hand always has been difficult, i grip and press too hard and my thoughts are always rushing ahead. But I really want to be able to write in Mandarin, and learning how to make the handwritten shapes helps me read the different fonts somewhat. Going to take it slow and steady.

eta: book is Learning Mandarin Chinese Characters vol 1 by Yi Ren 

29 notes • Posted 2021-06-07 00:13:12 GMT

#3

One of the things I’m noticing, and loving, is that multiple times now these two will come up with some reason to leave the present conversation/area (where the kids are with them) and go have an adults talking about serious shit convo elsewhere. And it’s just oddly refreshing to follow the adults out of the room for the plot rather than staying with the young people.

[Image description-- two screencaps from the show Word of Honor, episode 22.

the first one is of Wen Kexing sitting in the restaurant saying the line: A’Xu, come with me to the medicine shop.

the second image is of Wen Kexing and Zhu Zishu (A’Xu) walking through the street, Wen Kexing is saying: A’Xu, are we speaking of the same thing?

--end ID]

33 notes • Posted 2021-04-20 22:11:17 GMT

#2

Kung Fu

A quarter-life crisis causes a young Chinese-American woman, Nicky Shen (Olivia Liang), to drop out of college and go on a life-changing journey to an isolated monastery in China. But when she returns to San Francisco, she finds her hometown is overrun with crime and corruption and her own parents (Tzi Ma and Kheng Hua Tan) are at the mercy of a powerful Triad. Nicky will rely on her tech-savvy sister (Shannon Dang), pre-med brother (Jon Prasida), Assistant District Attorney and ex-boyfriend (Gavin Stenhouse), and new love interest (Eddie Liu) as well as her martial arts skills and Shaolin values to protect her community and bring criminals to justice ... all while searching for the ruthless assassin (Gwendoline Yeo) who killed her Shaolin mentor and is now targeting her.

44 notes • Posted 2021-04-03 03:17:31 GMT

#1

if you can’t frame your ‘this cause needs donations’ without shitting on ao3 then I think you need to take a good hard look at yourself.

i have now seen multiple anti-ao3 comments on donation posts and the comments on them have been full of people sniping that ao3 is full of child porn (it’s not, it literally can’t be as there are no actual human children involved) and other comments of that nature.

this purity bullshit has to stop, you’re not helping anyone

62 notes • Posted 2021-04-12 02:24:41 GMT

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[themovieworldaccordingtotps]

BIGGEST DISAPPOINTING AND SURPRISING MOVIES OF 2020

DISAPPOINTMENTS

1.     Irresistible Director: Jon Stewart Cast: Steve Carell, Chris Cooper, Mackenzie Davis, Topher Grace, Natasha Lyonne, Rose Byrne Critic’s Notes: I admire Jon Stewart’s first directorial effort Rosewater. So, having him direct a political satire should be a surefire win. But it ends up as a cookie-cutter political comedy that wastes everyone here.

2.     Mulan Director: Niki Caro Cast: Liu Yifei, Donnie Yen, Tzi Ma, Jason Scott Lee, Yoson An, Ron Yuan, Gong Li, Jet Li Critic’s Notes: Dishonor! Dishonor on you Disney! Dishonor on your message! Dishonor on your Disney-remake schemes! Dishonor on your money-grabbing mundanity!

3.     Scoob! Director: Tony Cervone Cast: Will Forte, Mark Wahlberg, Jason Isaacs, Gina Rodriguez, Zac Efron, Amanda Seyfried, Kiersey Clemons, Ken Jeong, Tracy Morgan and Frank Welker Critic’s Notes: Ditching the homegrown voice actors is one thing, but ditching the lofty plans for a more cinematic Scooby-Doo film and a Hanna-Barbera cinematic universes? Really risappointing.

4.     The Call of the Wild Director: Chris Sanders Cast: Harrison Ford, Omar Sy, Cara Gee, Dan Stevens, Karen Gillan, Bradley Whitford, Terry Notary Critic’s Notes: Please release the director’s cut that only shows the dog’s mo-cap suits. It is delightful to see Ford’s reaction.

5.     Wonder Woman 1984 Director: Patty Jenkins Cast: Gal Gadot, Chris Pine, Kristen Wiig, Pedro Pascal, Robin Wright, Connie Nielsen, Lilly Aspell Critic’s Notes: Wonder Woman 1984 cannot hold a candle to its groundbreaking predecessor. It instead plays like a feature-length episode of Lynda Carter’s Wonder Woman show. It is not entirely bad, but it is a huge drop of quality.

 SURPRISES

1.     Bad Boys for Life Director: Adil El Arbi and Bilall Fallah Cast: Will Smith, Martin Lawrence, Paola Núñez, Vanessa Hudgens, Alexander Ludwig, Charles Melton, Jacob Scipio, Kate del Castillo, Nicky Jam, Joe Pantoliano Critic’s Notes: Really an achievement for a Bad Boys sequel that still kept the over-the-top theatrics of the Michael Bay movies and raised real stakes for the characters of Mike Lowrey and Marcus Burnett. Perhaps the best and most restrained of the series.

2.     Greenland Director: Ric Roman Waugh Cast: Gerard Butler, Morena Baccarin, Roger Dale Floyd, Scott Glenn, David Denman, Hope Davis Critic’s Notes: Gerard Butler dragged his Angel Has Fallen collaborator and delivered an unexpectedly terrific disaster film. Even if there are some expected tropes, they do not overshadow the core humanity from Gerard Butler.

3.     Let Him Go Director: Thomas Bezucha Cast: Diane Lane, Kevin Costner, Lesley Manville, Will Brittain, Jeffrey Donovan, Kayli Carter, Booboo Stewart Critic’s Notes: Yellowstone: The Movie looks wonderfully exciting. It is surprising that my parents are gripped on the story. Well, it features a vengeful Diane Lane and Kevin Costner.

4.     Love and Monsters Director: Michael Matthews Cast: Dylan O'Brien, Jessica Henwick, Dan Ewing, Ariana Greenblatt, Michael Rooker Critic’s Notes: 2020 is a good year for Brian Duffield (as well as Jessica Henwick), whose writing credits make up for several of the year’s biggest surprises. Love and Monsters blends different genres to make one fun creature-feature.

5.     Spontaneous Director: Brian Duffield Cast: Katherine Langford, Charlie Plummer, Hayley Law, Piper Perabo, Rob Huebel, Yvonne Orji, Laine MacNeil Critic’s Notes: Finally, here is Brian Duffield’s most ultimate surprise. The source material is so weird and dark in places. Yet, he pulled it off the premise of teenagers’ heads spontaneously combusting. The blend of black comedy, YA romance and horror makes this a pleasant ride.

[the-c0rinthian]

Id like to thank everyone in the bounce a coin off your witcher server who inspired a part two to this accidental baby acquisition fic. I'm in love with this little au of mine, and i might eventually add more. For now, enjoy some soft™.

(for reference: karnacja means carnation in polish, and its pronounced "kar-na-tzi-ya" with a slight roll on the r, and a very very subtle t sound.)

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The little tuft of hair she has is a soft tawny brown, not all that different from his. And her eyes, they're a vibrant green, as bright as the grass in spring. Which Jaskier finds to be a little humorous, all things considered. The tips of her tiny ears have just a little bit of a point. They understand now why this child was given to them. To keep her safe. He finds every little piece of the little girl- his little girl, now- to be perfect, and beautiful. Aside from possibly his grumpy companion, Jask doesn't think he's ever felt a love as strong as the one he feels when her eyes look up at him with all the curiosity in the world, or when her chubby little hands reach for the strings on his lute. Clearly, she's picked up on his charm and is now using the skill against him. He finds it rather endearing. Of all her little beauties, though, Jaskier thinks her round rosy cheeks are quite possibly the cutest thing he's ever seen. He could write a thousand songs for his child, his daughter. And Geralt would go to the ends of the world to protect her. She's charmed both of them, really. And its only been two weeks since that blessed woman had handed her to Jaskier. Two weeks, and they still have yet to decide on a name. Geralt had shut him down the moment he suggested Destiny, something else he found rather funny, all things considered. Nothing they'd thought of seemed right, seemed good enough for their daughter, their sweet little girl. And it was only when Jaskier is writing a small lullaby for her that it hits him. Which is rather unfortunate timing, because it's quite late at night, and both her and Geralt are sound asleep. The witcher holds her securely in his arms, half sitting and leaned against the wall while he sleeps. Not wanting to disturb the both of them, he simply blows out the candle he was writing by the light of and joins the two of them in bed. When they wake the next morning, to the sound of their precious girl crying for food, he's elated to find the name had stuck in his thoughts. Carefully, he takes her from Geralt and kisses her forehead, quieting her cries momentarily by playing with that little tuft of tawny brown hair. He just studies her for a moment, smiling when her eyes meet his, gently running his thumb over one chubby cheek. He turns to Geralt then, who's watching with much more emotion in his eyes than witchers were supposed to have. When they make eye contact, Jaskier speaks, softly. "Karnacja." Geralt looks rather confused, and voices it with a questioning "Hm?" "Her name. It should be Karnacja." The bard clarifies, a grin on his face. Soon, his beloved is wearing one to match. "That's perfect, Jaskier. My two lovely flowers, hm?" And it is perfect. All of it. The name, their love, every second of this is perfect.