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I had never drawn birds before Shen XD

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THEYRE REAL
friend came up w the ship name chinoodles
I love them, they're so old man yaoi and the only part of the movie i liked
The Kung Fu Panda Movies have always had Mr. Ping give the moral of the story, and I think about that a lot. Yes, Po is usually out fighting bad guys when realizing where he should be mentally and skillfully, on his own when he gets the point of teachings. Ping is such an important person in Po's life, just as much as Shifu is needed to help Po learn Kung Fu.
Way more under the cut!!!
The complete and utter alienation of Tai Lung: Part 2
Very recently I've done a marathon of all the Kung Fu Panda movies after not seeing them for a couple of years, watching one after the other in a single day, and aside from the emotional whiplash of seeing Kung Fu Panda 3 right after 2, it really got me to rethink about the colour theory present in the Kung Fu Panda movies, and more specifically about Tai Lung's.
Now, it's no secret that my first Tai Lung analysis blew up (unexpectedly), and it's still getting new hearts to this very day, and thus it only felt natural to make a sequel that could touch upon things that I didn't talk about originally.

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maybe you could write po finding out his dads are dating?
It can be a little hard to make time for a date night when your husband runs a very successful noodle shop. Especially when he continues to run it past closing, handling the paperwork and money and all the little parts of running a business people usually don’t think about along with tinkering with whatever recipe he may occasionally feel like. But Li is a very patient panda and surprisingly stubborn. He’s found if he waits long enough, a plan in reach, Ping will eventually find his way to him. Now, Ping sits at the table Li set up and Li serves him for a change.
“Oh, you’re such a gentleman,” Ping gushes as Li pushes his chair in for him at the customer table he repurposed for their date. A candle sits in the middle of it, chasing away the dark of the night. Origami flowers surround the candle, the fruits of multiple nights of work. “And it looks so nice too.”
“Wait till you see the food,” Li says, heading back to the kitchen, hoping that his confidence is founded. His dumplings aren’t Ping’s noodles and they’re definitely not Ping’s dumplings, but they were well liked back in the village.
He sets a bowl in front of Ping and clutches his own between his hands as he stands beside him, waiting for his verdict. The sound of his chopsticks hitting the bowl echoes in his ears. The curl of tension in his belly loosens when Ping finishes the dumpling in two bites.
“They’re good.” Ping hums before rambling to himself more than talking to Li. “I almost think we should add them to the menu. Replace mine. Or combine them. Yes, I think that would be best.”
Li looks at him, surprised. “Aren’t they an old family recipe?”
“What?” Ping laughs, zoning in on him. “No, the restaurant was noodles only until I took over.”
“Wait, so the dumplings-” Li asks.
“Won off some traveling salesman in a game of mahjong,” Ping says, waving his wing casually. Li pauses, opening his mouth. No sound comes out for a long stretch. His husband continues to eat as if he hadn’t just admitted he’d gotten the first food of his Li ever ate through gambling of all things. Just the thought of Ping sitting at a mahjong table, some unscrupulous character in front of him and bets next to them, strikes an odd cord. Ping. Gambling.
“What?”
Ping looks up at him, blinks, then rolls his eyes at his expression. “Oh it’s not that big a deal, really. It was a long time ago. I didn’t even have Po yet.”
“Did you gamble… often?” Li asks. Ping smiles.
“Well, I’m very good at mahjong.”
Li stares as Ping continues to eat. He honestly doesn’t know what to do with the new information. It paints Ping in a different light while somehow explaining a few things.
“Yes.” Ping nods to himself, oblivious to Li’s thoughts. “We should combine the recipes. I think they’d taste better together.”
“Like us?” Li asks, shaking himself from the line of thought.
Ping flushes. “Oh, you big softy. But yes, and I think they’d sell better, too. We should change the name while we’re at it, what do you think?”
Li laughs. “Whatever you want, Ping.” And Ping smiles softly at him. It warms Li’s heart in the same way Mei’s used to. In the same way memories of her smile still does. He smiles back like an instinct.
Later, while they’re eating and laughing and sharing memories, the sound of footsteps outside the round arch of the noodle shop’s entrance breaks into their peace. The late hour has them both turning to the noise. Concern spikes through Li’s veins, hot like blood and twice as thick. It softens when he sees Po at the entrance only for it to snap suddenly back into place when he remembers Po doesn’t have any idea about their relationship. Not the romantic parts of it. They both stand from the table, perhaps a bit too quickly. Li’s chair tips to two legs before slamming back down to four. The noise makes him flinch, just slightly. He looks at Ping, but Ping’s attention is fully on Po.
“You guys are dating?” Po asks, looking between the two of them from his spot, frozen in the middle of the arch.
“Yes? Po, we’re your fathers, is it that weird for us to be dating?” Ping asks and Li can hear the worried note to his tone. Whatever Po’s answer is, Li knows it will have an effect on their quickly budding relationship. Po’s approval is something Ping needs and though he’s been his dad for much less time, Li wants it too.
“Are you kidding me??” Po asks, lighting up, running over to hug them both. “This is great!” He lets them go to bounce between his toes. “You guys were my dads before, of course, but now you’re like- my dads dads. My together dads.”
Li laughs lightly, seeing Po’s excitement and Ping’s relieved fond smile. It makes Ping find his eyes again for the first time since Po entered the room. Ping’s smile goes a little bigger, a little brighter, as they smile at each other from over their son’s shoulders.
“And you’re not upset?” Ping double checks as soon as they’re set down, worrying at his apron.
“Of course not, this is great!” Po beams at him. He hasn’t stopped beaming since Ping confirmed they were dating. Li bites the inside of his mouth, because if he doesn’t, his smile will stretch too wide. “I told Tigress you guys liked each other.”
“And you were right,” Li says, before Ping can. “We like each other very much.”
“Awesome,” Po says quietly, clearly celebrating, and Li has to hold back a snort. Neither of them should’ve been worried, really.
“So Po, what did you need?” Ping says, cutting back to the meat of Po’s surprise visit.
“Right!” Po looks back at them, smiles giddily, then takes a breath.
Some Po
Some human po and tigress (and ping)
(Human ping could use some tweaks but yaaaay)
Po: WHAT ARE THOOOOOOOOOOSE!!!!!!
Mr. Ping: Those are my CROCS.