You know I’ve often wondered why it is we have children in the first place and the conclusion I’ve come to is at some point in our lives we realize things are, they’re messed up beyond repair. So we decide to start again, wipe the slate clean, start fresh and we have children, little carbon copies we can turn to and say, you will do things I cannot. You will succeed where I have failed because we want someone to get it right this time. But not me, personally speaking, I cannot wait to see life tear you apart. India, who are you? You were supposed to love me, weren’t you?
As someone who’s worked in several cafes, I’m mad at how accurate this is.
I will forever remember the time my friend and I were out for chinese food. we got up to pay and I (the short one with bottom energy i guess?) revealed that I would be paying for the meal, and the elderly man at the counter just flat out said “Oh, YOU’RE the boss!”
that in the Chinese version of Disney’s Mulan, the fake name she gives is “Ping”, but her family name “Fa” in English is “Hua” in Chinese, therefore her full name is “Hua Ping”, which is literally “Flower Vase”, and that’s why Shang is so bewildered because it’s a silly name.
but OP how could you not tell them the best part
“hua ping”/flower vase is chinese slang for “camp gay”
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Mulan, introducing her soldiersona: Hello yes it is me, a twink
I fucking hate that trope in swordfighting where they just push grind the swords together as hard as they can while looking in each others eyes. Just fucking kick the other guy in his nuts! Not like he’s going to notice anyway while he’s staring intently at your beautiful eyes, and noticing your stubble, and damn, those lips look surprisingly rosy, and his golden hair…
