#My Heroic Husband

[guzhuangheaven]

My Heroic Husband

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Funny & Cute Drawings in Ancient CDramas

A screencap collection from:

Blooming, My Chinese Chic Boutique, The Happy Seven in Chang'an, The Journey of Chong Zi, My Heroic Husband, The Legendary Life of Queen Lau, Love You Seven Times, Oh My Emperor, The Untamed, Song of the Moon

The above was a "Have you seen this person" poster

The Happy Seven in Chang'an - p1

Blooming - p2

My Chinese Chic Boutique - p3

The Journey of Chong Zi - p4

My Heroic Husband - p5

Love You Seven Times - p6-8

The Legendary Life of Queen Lau - p9-14

Oh My Emperor - p15-16

Song of the Moon - p17

The Untamed - p18-20

To see all themed screencap sets, click here: [# cdrama themed screencap set]

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Song Yi as Su Tan'er My Heroic Husband 赘婿 Episode 29

[5water-kohaku]

"My Heroic Husband" season 2 donghua, literally translated as "son-in-law living at wife's parent's house" (赘婿), was released but only 9 episodes so far, so I'm gonna wait. Live action was so fun. I loved the characters a lot, so I need more alternatives from this donghua XD

[heymeowmao]

赘婿 (Zhui Xu) Donghua Opening Theme - 隐侠 (Hidden Hero) by Liu Yuning

[rojaloca]

I watch a lot of cdrama and usually they talk about the evils of capitalism. And here’s this guy: let me show you how capitalism works and how to build franchises

[bonefall]

longtime dc fan and i think a lot of people are angry because alex is obviously one of the most culturally relevant instances of misogyny in media. that being said being more culturally relevant doesn’t mean it’s the worst instance of misogyny and i think bumble definitely experiences more profound misogyny in the way the actual content is presented, if that makes sense

I get you, and that's a charitable way of looking at it.

I think what's rustling my jimmies is that like, there was a couple of WC fans being mildly dismissive of Alex in that note minefield, after dozens of comments of "fuck you how could you let the fridge woman lose" and "Bumble didn't deserve to win ANY rounds" and "how could A CAT experience misogyny." But then WE get blamed for the toxicity because THEY were butthurt that the Funny Cat People have the 'audacity' to win something they feel entitled to.

Like, we've gotta be endlessly charitable as we get openly insulted because they're upset about Alex losing, a very well-known and culturally relevant character with a legacy so massive we have a whole term named after her. But condemnations of "She's just a cat, letting WC into this poll was a mistake, Bumble can't even be a victim of misogyny" only started coming around once I started talking about it.

as if it's OUR fault people got passive-aggressive or even OPENLY aggressive towards us, and that we're "just as bad" for retaliating

But like you said, it's not a "Most Culturally Relevant Misogyny" tournament, it's a "Canon Misogyny Victims" tournament. And you're not even supposed to give a shit that Bumble died. The fat, woman abuse victim is beaten to death by a dictator, and your takeaway is meant to be, "It's so sad that Clear Sky is being blamed for murdering her, now they're all preparing for self-defense against a homicidal maniac, oh nooo :("

And I think that DOES make her deserve the win here! Alex is a MARTYR. Everyone with a brain agrees what happens to her is bad. It happened in her canon because it was bad. We talk about her and keep her memory alive. Bumble gets dismissed entirely out of hand because she's "just a cat in a kid's book" as if that doesn't make it worse, and as if the kid's book didn't treat a domestic abuse survivor like a moron for even asking for help.

Anyway, just to reiterate, I love DC fans. It's not all of you guys. Alex was done dirty and deserves justice-- and it's even kind of a shame that all she became is "The Fridge Woman." I haven't even heard people talk about how she was a wary, responsible person who was still ready to rock with Kyle's new weird glowstick powers, or that she was a journalist, or that she just got brought back in another edition as a Green Lantern only to be revealed as an illusion and re-absorbed back into Kyle's mind. Nope. Even her fans just remember her as The Fridge Woman.

[thestreamweaver]

They are so cute 🥰😍

Though I'm not going to lie. If I saw him coming up a mountain looking like this, I'd about jump off... 😅

[guzhuangheaven]

My Heroic Husband

Ning Yi and Tan’er belated wedding night

[shingekinomyfeelings]

um so I had this insanely long, complicated story/movie of a dream last night.

I was some pretty woman who was gonna get married the next day and I guess my husband (who I don't think appeared once in the entire dream) and I wanted macaroni salad (I don't even like that shit???) from this local tiny restaurant. The lady who owned it was super famous for her macaroni salad and people were desperate for the recipe, like INSANE, and she even had a competitor who went to cartoonish lengths to get the recipe but was always unsuccessful.

Anyway I went there and she was like 'well I can't make it today but.... I can give you the recipe 👀' and told me this whole sneaky cryptic plan where she'd leave the recipe on a little note for me to come find at a certain place at a certain time.

Everyone found out and people started trying to kidnap me - housewives, random dudes, some guys I think were part of a cartel - because they were sure I had the recipe (I did not yet) and I was in several weird Mexican standoff kind of situations, with knives and guns. My cat Mochi (I knew her name but at the same time apparently she was not my cat) came in at one point and saved me by biting a guy who was holding a knife to my throat and I took Mochi away with me and said she would be mine and my husband's baby, our only child (which actually does sound 100% like me). I guess I left her safely with the restaurant lady or something, but then I had to go to the drop off site to get the recipe.

When I got there I picked up the note and read it, and it wasn't the recipe! I was like 'omg' and then the competitor's thugs showed up (he had thugs 🤷‍♀️) and I got kidnapped again, and all the people trying to get the recipe converged in one area. I'm kind of fuzzy on what went down then but it was both weirdly dramatic and fucking stupid, and I was getting roughed up but even when the competitor guy himself came out and pointed a gun at me, I wasn't gonna tell him what was on the note!

So instead I told them the note they had seen me pick up had nothing to do with the recipe, and that the real, recipe-containing note was hidden 'somewhere right around here' and they all started fighting wildly amongst themselves while I ran off to meet Macaroni Salad Restaurant Lady at her restaurant where this entire shit started. At this point it was dawn of the next day.

I was like 'okay why are you doing all of this' and she was like 'I just thought it was time. btw have you talked to your fiance today at all??' and I was like 'no I told him I'd be home in an hour yesterday afternoon' and she was like 'oh my' and gave me a bowl of macaroni salad and then she set this big box full of papers on the sidewalk in front of the store and told me to have a nice wedding.

I went home and I guess I got married????? what the fuck ever

The next day I went to say thank you to the lady, and all the rival 'gangs' who had been fighting each other also showed up looked exhausted and fucked up, and that was when they saw the box with the papers. All the papers had the recipe written on them and the Macaroni Lady had put up a sign saying 'from now on I'll be sharing my recipe with everyone (:'

And around that time I woke up.

There you fucking go, people

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Song Yi as Su Tan'er My Heroic Husband 赘婿 Episode 9

[sunrise-of-wonder]

Hm I haven't done much starwars-related suffering lately. Time to rewatch rebels and ugly cry I think 😌

[scienceoftheidiot]

A big number of casualties of WW1 in France happened at the beginning of the war, before it settled into a trench war, in part because of this.

We just sent cuirassiers and dragoons charging right at machine guns. Same for infantry btw, whom we tended to keep in tight blocks. Very smart.

There even was a short period in 1918 when the war got back into movement (ie more or less out of trenches) and some hurriedly decided that yeah, best time to bring back the cavalry. With lances.

...at least we ditched the cuirasses.

French dragoon, 1918 (dragoons don't wear cuirasses anyway):

Before everybody realized it was really dumb and didn't work, there was a short period of time where cavalry in full plate armor rode into battle with a carbine and a sword. Historians widely regard this era as "rad as hell" and describe the tactic as "totally fucking sick, like, holy shit, could you imagine?"

[faroresson]

I don't NEED to draw more art of Azarias and Salvadore but at the same time if I don't it just won't exist

I SHOULD be working on revamping and actually plotting my original shit but no the way that silly Pathfinder Guy and his Schrodinger's Ex Husband has a grip on me is driving me insane

[acid-ixx]

oooh so did we divorce Bruce, or is this an infidelity type of situation?

a loving family, an unpalatable desire: first meeting (unofficial)

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a/n: a tad bit nsfw. if this sounds messy, spare me. i'm running on like 4 hours of sleep and the will of a thirsty man in front of an oasis. i told yall im going insane for this plotline. ofc a&a still has my heart but I also love to occasionally write for smth else in the sidelines. send in more asks yall hehe.

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definitely an infidelity type of situation, anon! you see, the affair was caused by all mere coincidence. you were to attend with bruce in one of lex luthor's extravagant show of a gala, hold his arm for a brief moment when you walk out of the limousine, only to be abandoned right in the middle of the enormous room.

of course, the right reaction was to be pissed, to badmouth the very man who decided to court and entertain others in front of you; but you chose to stay silent, biting back choked tears by stumbling over the buffet table, only to be met with stupid, overbearing paparazzi and journalists.

so when clark kent rushes in to save you from stuttering over the dozens of microphones and cameras shoved right in your face, granting them access to your pathetic sobs— it's only right that your first reaction was to lean against his body, dismissing the hushed, harsh gossips of journalists.

it was at a time where you're not aware of his identity of superman. well, bruce barely permits you to enter the batcave, only if you stubbornly pester alfred does he let you, only to kick you, his darling spouse right out the moment you step on the cold, hard floors of the lair.

so it's not... a bad thing, right? your husband had a child with another woman, raised him as his own, didn't even bother to notify you with his infidelity— so is it your fault if you slowly start to fall for a man who promises you the world? who actually has the ability to give you the world in the palm of your hands? whose kid lets you pamper him without any fight?

sure, he's coping with... the loss of his previous wife but you're such a perfect spouse, so undeniably attractive, captivating in the hearts of many. your distant eyes, the way you bite the inside of your cheeks, the way your body sways back and forth as if begging for someone, your husband, to provide you a pillar of support in the suffocating heat of paparazzi.

he could be that pillar, could be your support.

when he first came up to you, his intentions weren't to obtain gossip about the oh-so silent spouse of bruce wayne. he didn't even want to acknowledge your marital status, palms already taking your wrist just so he could lead you off to somewhere quieter.

"it's an interview," he whispers an excuse to your reddened ears. but the buzz of his breath, the warmth, the caged arm on your waist tells you it's more than that.

but you don't fight back, you'd rather be anywhere than be the spotlight of a media that eats you up, makes you doubt your marriage even more.

so you're grateful that someone came to your rescue.

this would be the first time you ever saw someone as a savior, and it's not superman, no. it's clark kent, your resident, widowed, journalist.

and for clark's case, you warm his bed better than anything else. you allow clark this sense of respite, a break from heroic activities. allow him to be human, just as he allows you to play your fantasies of being a house spouse; you're perfect for each other.

to hell with useless marriage papers that don't even give bruce a sense of obligation to act as your husband, right? what can it do, when you're absolutely smitten with the current life you're living?

the first stages of your infidelity with clark is confusing, but very much welcomed into your already hectic life.

firstly, you convince yourself, it was all mere 'emotional cheating'. you began texting clark, he does too. an occasional greeting in messages, a passing congratulation for something, then the next it was good morning messages, 'have you eaten breakfast yet?, 'how'd the appointment go?'.

you don't know when it started, when your feelings started, when you began an intimate to romantic relationship with the man— all you knew was that the moment he revealed his superhero identity was the moment he decided to bed you for the night, the moment you grant the man, now your partner, access to every part of your depraved body, made him make you beg for more, giving him all the time in the world to kiss your imperfections, to fondle sensitive parts long untouched, to leave lovebites deeper and darker than the ones you caught bruce with.

you can't help it, he's unknowingly handsome, especially when he invites you over to his ma and pa's farm the next day, pretending to not notice the way your eyes hungrily flit over his topless body, sweat and budding pecs encased in a muscled form. over the course of dinner, you kept biting your lips, warm cheeks at the implications that clark merely wanted to sit next to you just so he could handfeed you, something about him being prideful that you'd definitely enjoy this week's harvest... but his fingers circling your thighs just seems to get you brain all haywired.

yet you stay, and continue visiting for long hours either way, enjoying the man's attention.

you know it's wrong, he knows it's wrong. but the way his son, jon looks at you like you mean the world, the way he's slowly starting to heal the longer you stay over at his place makes clark want to... what's the word? ah, he wants to turn you into his loving trophy spouse. all you need to do is provide jon with all the support in the world.

as for bruce... well, him and his family can deal with your absence for the first few months. but when the lingering feeling of emptiness becomes too much, when bruce no longer feels the worried gazes, or when dick can't hear anymore laughter in one of the supposed 'barren' rooms, or when tim's security systems tracked a missing device, one now in a completely different city.

that's when they start to yearn for someone they purposely let go

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My Heroic Husband

Song Yi as Su Tan’er