#thank you for making up for sad Lin

[yanderestarangel]

Hey!! I love your work sm and I’d love to request something <3

Can I request a smut with MK1 Kuai Liang where he’s in need of comfort and love after Bi-Han betrayed him and Tomas? Thank you and I hope you have a great day <33

—"𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔" | 𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆

A/N: Thanks for the request honey, I love writing soft b*tching.

TW: Smut, afab anatomy, vaginal sex, blowjob, no pronouns used other than 'you'.

You and Kuai Liang were married, he was always affectionate and sweet, and that night Kuai Liang came back to your house desperate, with a scar on his eye.

"-Bi Han... Bi Han betrayed us, he betrayed the Lin Kuei..." -Kuai Liang spoke sad, needy and looking to be comforted by you, while he looked at you, still feeling pain in his eye. You ran to meet your husband, worried about the wounds he had on his body and face, taking as many clean tissues and medicine as possible.

Kuai Liang softened as you attended to his wound, feeling your gentle touch soothing his pain. He looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with vulnerability.

"-Bi Han... he has turned against the Lin Kuei, our own brother. He's become a traitor, willing to sacrifice everything we stand for." -Kuai explained, his voice filled with a mix of sadness and anger.

"-He seeks power at any cost, even if it means turning his back on our clan and all that we hold dear." -He leaned closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "-I fear the day may come when I must confront him, even if it means fighting my own flesh and blood."

Feeling safe and loved in your embrace, he leaned his head against your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin. He held your hand gently, seeking comfort in your touch. "-I'm sorry you have to witness this side of me, my love. I wish I could protect you from all this darkness."

You guided your tired husband to a hot bath, he looked... Tired, letting you take him and scrub away the dirt and dried blood that still existed on his skin, he just let you take care of him, his head was full of thoughts about an uncertain future. You guided Kuai to the room, watching him just fall on the bed, naked, looking at the window and moonlight that came in and illuminated the ninja's sore and muscular body, you just wanted to make him forget everything, and slowly touched him, kissing him passionately. Kuai Liang's body tensed up slightly as he felt your tender touch and your lips on his skin. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, basking in the warmth of your love and the pleasure you were giving him.

You progressively went down to his abdomen, while taking his dick in your hands, while putting Liang's throbbing length in your mouth, he moaned softly as you lovingly sucked on his hardening member. His hips involuntarily bucked, seeking more of your touch and your mouth. Reaching down, he gently caressed your hair, enjoying the feel of it between his fingers as you continued to pleasure him. Each stroke and lick sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, momentarily pushing aside his pain and worries. Kuai let out a low growl, a mixture of lust and longing, as his fingers tightened in your hair. "-Yes, my love... just like that. Suck my cock... make me forget everything but you..." -His voice was filled with desire and need, his body becoming more responsive to your every touch. He arched his back, offering himself more fully to you, his moans growing louder and more urgent, as you continued to tease and please him, his mind began to drift away from the chaos and betrayal that plagued him. He became lost in the sensations you were evoking, his focus solely on the pleasure you were giving him, allowing him to momentarily forget about the world outside.

You soon see Kuai tighten the sheets beneath him, a clear sign that he wanted to cum, but you wanted to please him even more by moving your mouth away from his pulsing shaft, you crawled on the bed, towards his dick, quickly positioning your pussy on his dick, without even having time to think about using some kind of protection. Kuai Liang's breath hitched as he felt your tightness enveloping him, his eyes widening with a mix of surprise and pleasure. He gripped your hands tightly, his fingers interlacing with yours, offering you support and stability, he couldn't help but groan as he felt the warmth and wetness of your pussy surrounding him, making him throb even more inside you. He admired the sight of you straddling him, your delicate body pulsing with pleasure. The vulnerability and intimacy of the moment stirred a deep fire within him, driving him to possess and protect you. His hands trailed up your sides, his touch gentle as they settled on your waist, guiding your movements on his cock. He met your thrusts with his own, the delicious friction intensifying the pleasure for both of you.

"-Oh... Fuck my love... You feel so amazing... so tight around me." -Slowly, he adjusted his grip on your hands, guiding them to his broad chest. His muscles rippled beneath your touch as he watched you, he allowed himself to be consumed by the sensations, his body acting on pure instinct, giving in to the overwhelming pleasure you provided. The room filled with the symphony of your moans and the rhythmic sounds of your bodies colliding.

"-You make me forget all the pain, all the betrayals... I only want you, right here, right now... Damn... I love your little pussy wrapped around my cock..." -Kuai Liang's thrusts grew more urgent and fervent, he lost himself in the rhythm of your bodies, the feeling of your tightness gripping him, taking him to new heights of lust.

"-I want to hear you scream my name, come for me (Y/N)..." -he growled, his voice filled with overflowing need. His grip on your waist tightened as he took control, his thrusts becoming more forceful and confident. He plunged into you relentlessly, his pace unyielding as if he could never get enough of you. As you continued to ride him, the coil of pleasure within you built higher and higher, threatening to explode. Your moans grew louder, and with each one, he felt his own pleasure intensify, feeling your walls tighten around him, Kuai Liang knew you were close. His hand slipped between your bodies, reaching to stimulate your sensitive clit. He teased and rubbed, adding another layer of sensation to push you over the edge. "-Fuck, Feel my cock deep inside you. You belong to me, body and soul. Give in to the pleasure, and scream my name." -He continued to suckle on your breast, alternating between gentle licks and powerful suction, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your skin. With his free hand, he brought it down in a firm but controlled spank on your ass, the sound of the impact echoing in the room. Kuai Liang was completely lost in the fervor of the moment, his eyes locked on you, wanting to witness your release, he could feel his own release approaching, the tightness in his balls ready to burst.

With a low growl, he released himself inside you, his hot seed filling you completely. He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he found his release.

In the afterglow of your shared climax, Kuai Liang held you tightly, his heart racing against yours. He placed gentle kisses on your skin, his voice filled with love and devotion. "-Thank you (Y/N)... thank you for taking care of me... I just love you my angel."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[partycatty]

Omg youre feeding me!!!! I've been obsessed with Johnny Cage too and your blog is like an oasis, THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!! Also... would you mind writting some fluff/angst of johnny cage and reader? Like you trained with him in the wu shi academy and he always treated you like, a bit colder and distant than the way he treats the other 3 earthrealm champions. But thats atually not because he hates you but he likes you??? And he doesnt know how to express himself so he prefers to stay away, part because the reader is an amazing sorcerer under and is very battle-smart. But also the reader being like EXTREMELY SHY and introverted but very kind and reliable to the point that like all the guys from the earthrealm gangs make excuses just to spend time with the reader because they like them that much...

I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRYYYYYYYYYYY I WAS CARRIED AWAY I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG BUT NOT AS MUCH AS I LOVE JOHNNY CAGE BYEE SORRYYYY AGAIN

NO YOURE SO FINE DONT APOLOGIZE MWAH THANK YOU

johnny cage > envy

johnny can't find the words to describe how he feels around the new recruit, so he decides to say... nothing.

warnings: sad :(, ooc johnny? idk he's insecure

notes: reader is an outworld native sorcerer that lives in earthrealm. also, pretend that outworld natives can fight for earthrealm in the tournament LOL

masterlist <3

• you owed liu kang a favor after prior personal matters, so here he was asking for your strength at the wu shi academy. of course, you agreed. you may be an outworld native, but earthrealm was something to truly fight for. you considered yourself a lesser protector, one call away from fighting if necessary.

• you were highly respected in the field. liu kang knew that your powers were unmatched, probably matching titan shang tsung, and you still chose the good side. liu kang silently thanks himself and fate for keeping you on the side of justice. the lin kuei brothers also know you're on their side. as a secondary protector, you were acutely familiar with their styles and dynamics. in short, you were exactly what earthrealm needed.

• you didn't necessarily need training, but considering you were a contender for the title of champion, it was only smart to hone your skills.

• the boys warmed up to you very quickly; any friend of liu kang is a friend of theirs! kung lao had endless questions that easily flustered you, raiden found your sparring inspiring, and kenshi enjoyed your late night deep chats. the only one missing from the adoration was... johnny cage.

•it was... strange. you'd seen his movies, his public appearances. he was always a smiling, flirting ball of charm. you wondered if perhaps his recent divorce and failure in films contributed to his sour mood.

• but even so, he was still a charming devil around the others! references up the wazoo, loads of banter and he always had something to add to a conversation. it's just that, when you'd contribute something, his smile would fade while others laughed.

• it started with a king of the hill sparring to gauge everyone's skills at first. liu kang said the champion at the end of training would be selected the same way.

• "(reader), you are first," liu kang gestures to you with a smile. "please step forward."

• "cull the weak first," johnny smugly chimes in, hands on his hips. his smirk faded when liu kang said he would be first up as well. you, thankfully, were humble amidst your shyness. even so, you could kick major ass. johnny was knocked to the ground in only a few seconds.

• words were... hard for you. so instead, you extended a hand to johnny who was laying on his back against the cold stone. you smiled warmly and nodded, silently congratulating his efforts and genuinely enjoying the fight. sitting up, johnny let out a deep sigh with furrowed brows, and sat up on his own. he completely rejected your kindness, and for what? even the monks were taken aback by this.

• and again, since that day, johnny's just been incredibly cold toward you. spars after that day were increasingly more challenging. johnny's punches felt more... targeted. his anger was coming out in bursts, and it wasn't healthy. he gets borderline childish when he loses.

• "this can't be fair! you've got magic at your fingertips," he'd groan as he's knocked on his ass for the thousandth time. his skin was bruising from the repeated blows, and you weren't even being rough. "i've just got... fists. can you turn it off for one goddamn round?"

• "this... could be a learning experience?" you ask sheepishly, standing - one again - over johnny.

• "just forget it," he grumbles before walking off, rolling his shoulder. "showoff."

• completely stumped for an explanation, you ended up confiding in the man you grew closest to since beginning training: raiden. he was similar to you in many ways. shy, sweet, and endlessly humble. too humble, actually, to the point of not fully understanding your own strength. in a way, he reminded you of liu kang.

• "i don't understand, raiden. was it something i said? perhaps i'm not as aware of earthrealm culture as i thought i was?" you ask, perplexed.

• "have you considering asking him about it?" raiden replies with a frown. "he seems fine with the rest of us. it's only you he shows hesitation toward."

• he's right. you didn't once consider to actually... ask him. it just sounded like such a foreign concept, to confront someone. the thought made your skin crawl, but you were far more unsettled with johnny's behavior. you had to know.

• so, at the next meal time, you make it a clear effort to sit beside johnny, blocking him off from the rest of the guys. raiden gave you a shy thumbs up before you turned to face the star.

• "mr. cage," you spoke quietly so as to not disturb the others.

• "johnny," he coldly corrects you, eyes fixated on his plate.

• "johnny..." you're already flustered, but you try to swallow it deep down to keep control of the situation. "i'd... i'd like to talk with you, if that's alright."

• johnny's eyes lift to meet yours, but he seems upset. he leans forward to view the other boys and shakes his head.

• "no," he mumbles. "later. after training."

• the conversation stops dead in its tracks as johnny abruptly stands and relocates himself to the other side of the table. you're left dumbfounded as how blunt he is. raiden locks eyes with you again and just shrugs.

• training passes by slower than usual, probably because you're anticipating the conversation. that, and johnny won't stop staring at you every chance he gets. even across the training grounds, you find him staring with a completely blank face. he's cooking something up in his head, you just know it. lord knows what it'd be, though.

• night falls, and you weren't sure where or when to find johnny. as you shrug off the heavy robe and leave yourself in your skin-tight underclothes, you hear a gentle knock in the doorway.

• you spin around, face immediately flushed at the idea of being seen. instinctively, you launched a ball of energy toward the figure, but he dodged just in time.

• "good lord—!" johnny shouts out, slapping a hand on the top of his head to make sure his hair wasn't fried off. "remind me not to sneak up on you."

• "what are you doing in my room?" you ask, blushing deeply as you hug yourself to hide your curves. johnny scoffs and puts his arms up in disbelief, like you're dumb for asking.

• "you're the one that wanted to talk to me," he points in an accusatory way. once your shock wears off, you plop down on your cot with an embarrassed frown. he steps closer, standing above you. it wasn't until now that you realize his physique is incredibly intimidating. and kindaaaaa......

• you tense up, realizing your thoughts are wandering when he's literally right in front of you.

• "well come on. i haven't got all day, fancy pants," johnny jabs at your powers with a sour tone. something about his attitude makes your shyness completely vanish for a moment.

• "why do you speak to me like that?" you inquire bluntly, starting to raise your voice. "i don't understand. was it something i did? said? you've been nothing but cruel to me since i arrived. we're on the same side, johnny. help me understand why you hate me."

• johnny freezes completely, his eyes widening. his once crossed arms tense up before falling to his sides. he lets out a deep sigh.

• "i don't... hate you."

• "so you heavily dislike me."

• "no."

• "then what is it?!"

• "i-i don't know!"

• johnny rakes his fingers through his hair with a frustrated groan.

• "it's like... i want to hate you. i want to hate you so bad, (reader). but i can't. you're just so smart and perfect and... and wildly attractive... but a part of me wants to just—" he holds his hands out in a strangling motion as he rambles. when the thought finally clicks in his head, he sits on the ground, up against the wall opposite you. "i want to hate you because you're everything i could never be. you've got all these fancy powers. the guys love you. i'm just some washed up, divorced, broke—"

• you stand up and make your way to him, crouching down in front of him. your cheeks feel warm at the subtle confession of attraction, but your primary focus at the moment was reassurance.

• "none of those things define you," you say calmly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "for what it's worth, i think you're an incredible fighter. you do your own stunts. you stand up for what you believe in. that is admirable. you're quite funny, too."

• he looks down at you with a weak smile. he seems internally defeated, but outwardly flattered.

• "you're too kind," he chuckles breathlessly, looking around. "god i... i'm sorry to fall apart like that. please don't tell anyone you witnessed that."

• "i won't," you promise, returning with laughter yourself. suddenly, your mind calls back to his confession, and a smile tugs hard at your lips. your face burns. "did you say i'm 'wildly attractive?'"

• "yes! god!" johnny is now giggling, waving his hands at you. "have you looked at yourself? drives me crazy just sittin' here with you!"

• you let out a whimper and cover your face, burning hot. you try to protest in a muffled tone, but johnny just grabs your hands and holds them in his. he smiles warmly, the first real smile he's given you.

• "you're hard to hate, you know. you're just so damn cute when you're flustered. it's so easy to rile you up, isn't it?"

• you wiggle, flustered. you can only yelp out his name as you wordlessly beg him to stop the teasing. tragically, you opened the flood gates. he wasn't afraid of you anymore.

[sillygoosealert]

Could you please do a follow up to the post you did of Bi-Han yelling at you making you flinch and cry where after Bi-Han made you cry you decide to completely ignore him where you don't talk to him or make eye contact, you leave the room whenever he enters the room, you don't cook for him anymore, don't take baths with him or give him massages and you even start to sleep in separate bedrooms for several weeks now. Bi-Han immediately recognizes that he fucked up bad by getting mad at you when you were only trying to help him so he corners you before you leave the bedroom and tries to forcefully get you to notice by saying something to him even if it's to say hurtful things to him which you don't even do so then he tries to kiss you but you turn your head and even try to push him away from you aggressively and slaps him hard across the face which stuns him long enough for you to run out of the room. Bi-Han eventually comes to his senses and realizes that you don't love him anymore and he breaks down crying in his sleep until he feels the bed dip and arms wrapped around his body bringing his head to your chest where he continues to cry more constantly apologizing to you and asking for your forgiveness. I got inspired by an old episode of the Simpsons where Marge completely ignored Bart after discovering he got caught shoplifting and I wanted to see how you write the scenario since your writing is excellent.

You’re too kind Tehe

Ignoring Bi-Han and making HIM cry (^_-)☆ (how silly)

Thank you so much for the Specific request, it helps me a lot when thinking of how to put things into words <3 ^.^ (and for the compliment, I'll be giddy for weeks ♡)

I made you a nurse again, I’m sorry, it’s just instinct 😔

Also this one is longer than my other ones, so yahoo for me !!

Tw-mental stuff, crying, loneliness, rotting Bi-Han

Bi-Han has been even more stressed out ever since you’re breakdown- because you’ve made sure to take your help out of things. You don’t make him little snacks anymore, not that he ate them but he would eat about anything you touched right now. You don’t bathe with him, making sure he properly took care of himself despite his schedule. Now he starts to find little knots in his hair, and his skin doesn’t feel as nice or clean. His back is filled with knots and is chronically hurting without you offering to give him massages anymore. You don’t even look at him- he didn’t mean to yell, he just..well he didn’t know why he did it either.

He has trouble sleeping after you stopped sleeping in the same bed as him. Sometimes he uses your pillow instead of his because it feels more intimate- something that you would do. He just feels sad and tired, like how you felt. He wanted to fix everything with you when he had the time... He would even move all your stuff back to his room and make breaks so you could have time alone together. He would do a lot right now, but he’s too busy to tell you he misses you and wants you. He doesn’t have time to be the man you need, but he’ll try if that means you’ll stay in the same room with him.

He finds you walking into where Lin Kuei keeps the medical supplies, so he takes his chance to tell you how he misses you- and he wants to give you a genuine apology. But when he corners you you freak out. Telling him to leave you alone, that you don’t want to talk or be near him..? He didn’t do anything that bad, why won’t you just talk to him...

‘Leave me alone, we’re not together, there is nothing between us.’

‘Listen to reason, I beg of you to reconsider. I miss you. Please come back to our room…’ you don’t move, and you look docile enough to move towards. He cups your face, he didn’t realize he leaned in until you pushed him away and ran out of the room. Oh, okay..

This does not make him stop, as he continues to try to re-court you into a relationship. But he can’t, you won’t let him. He’s in his bathroom now, sobbing as he tries to recreate the bath you used to make for him. He knows you used bath salts, and some oil or something… but he doesn’t think it feels as relaxing compared as when you do it- nor does it smell as good. He finishes his bath and dresses in the pajamas you said would help him sleep better, this is the first time he’s tried them out. He wishes he listened to you better, they are quite nice.

He lays in his bed as he cries into your old pillow, it doesn’t smell like you anymore. It just smells like swear and tears- his sweat and tears. He curls into the fetal position and shakes hard, his breath is coming out in harsh, jagged, moments. He almost doesn’t hear the knock at the door, but it’s persistent and hard.

He wasn’t going to open the door until you asked him to, he didn’t want to make you reconsider your visit. He opens the door only slightly before going back to sitting on his bed. You walk in and close the door behind you.

‘You look a mess..’ you say this to lighten the mood, but also out of worry. You wipe away some tears and lean your head against his shoulder.

‘I’m not mad at you by the way…’ you whisper, then he breaks down again. He didn’t mean to, he never means to.

‘Shh..it’s okay..’ you’re laying down with him now, his head is held close to your chest. He knows he’s holding you tight, but he’s scared, he’s scared to let go.

He falls asleep like that, close to you. He missed you

[rootingforbada]

Crimson Snow: Mistletoe and Memories ❄️

disclaimers: this story contains angst, sad, tension, literally no happy ending feels, drama and it's bada's pov. remember it's a work of fiction, none of this represents what i truly think about bada's/bebe's character or nature! it is meant for fun and entertainment purposes only. also, i'm not a native english speaker and this is my first ever fanfiction so keep that in mind and be nice please. thank you 🩵

Summary: "Old flames, city lights, and buried memories — Bada Lee, against her own wishes, returns to Incheon for Christmas. Amidst the moonlit whispers and the unyielding snowfall, she's compelled to confront a past she believed buried beneath the frost."

WC: 2.1k

"Yes, mom, i'll be there for Christmas," i muttered into the phone, my voice tinged with a hint of disdain.

"This city gives me the creeps," i ponder.

Incheon is like a patchwork of bitter memories; every street corner bears the weight of choices made and opportunities lost. This place represents a chapter of my life I struggle to bury.

Regrets, disappointments—I tried to shove those aside a while ago, or at least attempted to.

Nevertheless, i made a promise to my mother about being there for Christmas. What foolishness it is to commit to something i might not fulfill. Yet, is it too late to reconsider? Can i claim i couldn't secure a flight on time?

Idiot; no turning back now. I wonder how much longer i'll keep evading my past.

"I just wish i don't run into her there," i murmur with a slight tremor in my tone. I knew all too well whom i was talking about.

It's exactly 9 o'clock, my train departs in about 30 minutes. Unfortunately, i'll be in Incheon in a few hours.

"I can't believe you're finally coming back here! I guess i'll have to spend Christmas at your mom's house if that's the case," a sharp, loud feminine voice speaks over the phone; Lusher, a childhood friend.

Lusher has always been with me throughout our high school years and even into adulthood. Despite me moving to Busan a few years ago, we've kept in touch. She always mentions how much she misses me and that i should visit more often, to which i consistently reply, "Maybe someday."

It seems that day has finally come.

"Stop. Don't get too excited; i don't intend to spend much time in this place," I retort, my tone indifferent.

"The entire city already knows you're coming back, Bada."

Briefly, i freeze and fall silent. I only plan to make a short visit to my family, precisely.

"Incheon is wide-ranging; i doubt everyone really knows," I reply, an attempt to reassure myself that my plans won't change.

"Lin knows."

As soon as she counters, i instinctively hang up the phone, my back colliding with the seat of the moving train.

This definitely cannot be happening.

I was praying fervently not to encounter her during my time in Incheon, and i hope it stays that way. Regardless, she wouldn't want to see me after all these years... no, she hates me. I hope she hates me.

It felt like time stood still; i couldn't tell whether i had plunged into a deep sleep during those four hours of travel or if i had ended up in a temporal lapse. I open my eyes, and there's Incheon Station outside the window.

The time has come to face this city once again, with people bustling around, knee-deep in Christmas preparations just hours away.

I step off the train, grab my luggage, and find myself compelled to smile at strangers who somehow recognized me, waving as they passed. Perhaps they did, considering i gained some visibility after opening my dance studio in Busan. Or maybe it's simply because i am notably taller than the average Korean women; either of these reasons would be plausible.

My eyes scan the surroundings, searching for a familiar figure in the crowd. Mom said she would be waiting at the end of the station, my next stop.

"Bada!" Someone yells my name amid that human sea, resembling canned sardines.

My older sister came to greet me, slightly shorter than me, with a delicate and sweet appearance framed by her impeccably cared-for dark brown hair and welcoming smile.

"Haeda!" i respond, happy to see a familiar face, rushing to hug her.

"Mom couldn't come; she's busy with preparations for the dinner later," she shares, helping me with the luggage. "Lots of people are excited to see you, little sister! We're glad you've come back."

"I haven't come back; i'm just joining you for this Christmas season," I respond seriously, making it clear my stay won't extend beyond Christmas.

"You've always been a bit grumpy, haven't you?" she laughs, teasingly.

Finally out of the station, we settle into a taxi. During the ride, we chat casually and laugh about things that happened during our time apart. I'm trying to have some fun as much as possible.

"So, how's your love life?" she asks, innocently.

Oh, crap.

"I don't really want to get into that," i reply, slightly irritated by the question. The fun and nice atmosphere that surrounded us moments ago seems to have abruptly evaporated.

"Seems like you still think about Lin," she murmurs softly to herself, sighing calmly, yet i hear her loud and clear.

I arch my eyebrows, surprised and bothered by Haeda's comment. I plan to stay silent, but i can't resist.

"Why do you always bring her into everything? It's been years since we last spoke; she was just a kid. Now, forget about it," i assert firmly aiming to put an end to the subject once and for all. The silence in the taxi becomes deafening.

Not even five minutes pass, and i ask the taxi make an unscheduled stop.

"Aren't you going home?" my sister inquires, confused.

"I promised to have lunch with Lusher; there's a café around here," i reply, still maintaining a slight arrogance in my voice.

"I'll drop your bags off at home then," she understands, nodding.

I step out of the vehicle and grab my phone, immediately calling Lusher, asking her to meet me where i am. She agrees without a second thought.

A short time passes, and i spot a girl of average height, black hair, always smiling, with a high-pitched voice that stands out in the crowd. She runs towards me as soon as she sees me.

"Is that really you, Bada? It's been ages since i saw you. Have you grown even more?" Lusher enthusiastically hugs me, talking without even taking a breath.

"Looks like you're still talkative... and no, of course, i haven't grown more. I'm already 26. Now I'm just going to shrink," i reciprocate her warm hug as we head to the café.

"Tell me, how's Busan? How's your studio doing? I want the whole scoop!"

"We don't have time for me to give you the full rundown. Overall, the city is comfy, and the studio is doing well," i say, a bit curt; i'm not one to drag out my words.

"That's it? Nothing interesting happening?" she says in a frustrated sigh, still curious about my life.

"I know where you're going with this, miss Lusher, but i'm not commenting on that. I'm kind of fed up with this topic," i respond, making my exasperation clear.

We lapsed into silence for a few minutes until someone finally spoke up; she seemed nervous.

"Listen, i messaged Lin yesterday." She pauses, intending to continue talking.

Lin, Lin, Lin—I'm tired of hearing that name.

"She seems to want to talk to you," Lusher finishes, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Unfortunate. I've already stated that I'm only here for Christmas with my family," i halt, clenching my fists, wanting to say more but finding myself unable.

"Bada, you know she was deeply hurt after you left." Lusher attempts to ease the situation. "After all, you left without telling anyone, not even me."

"I didn't have to tell anyone. I've said that before; new opportunities arose, and that's what happened. Am I to blame for considering my future?" I say, feeling a slight warmth in my body due to the anger this topic brings up

"There's no issue with you wanting to pursue your dreams; the problem was leaving her in the dark out of nowhere. I think you should talk."

"Lusher, i've had enough. I don't owe her any explanations, it's over. I've paved my own way, and she's chosen hers, end of story." Rising abruptly, i toss money on the table for Lusher to settle the bill and i make a swift exit.

I sense Lusher's gaze on me, even though i haven't cast a glance back after leaving the place.

This is why i hate this city—the people, the environment, everything reminds me of her. I despise it; I despise being so coward and weak, unable to endure an environment where her name lingers. Tears stream down my face as i silently reassure myself, "The past is the past; it'll be fine."

It won't be fine.

For quite a while, i just roam around the city, immersed in the festive Christmas decorations and the chilly yet pleasant atmosphere. Families stroll along snow-covered roads, little cafes are buzzling with events, and everyone radiates happiness, caught up in the joy of being together—while i meander alone. I'm the odd one out here.

The city lights gradually begin to flicker on, signaling the encroaching darkness. It's time to head home for the Christmas Eve feast, but before that, i need something to ease my stress.

I head to a nearby convenience store, searching for a pack of cigarettes. I randomly choose any available brand, pay, and head towards a secluded alley.

Turns out, i'm not the only one there; a woman next to me doing the same, and i can't quite see her face. I shake my pockets, searching for my lighter.

"Fuck..." i mutter softly as i lean against the wall, frustrated.

Suddenly, i notice something fall to the ground, accompanied by words.

"Pick it up," the woman, slightly mysterious but oddly familiar, says, tossing the lighter onto the snow-covered ground.

I quickly bend down to grab it. "Thanks," I express promptly, attempting to say something more. "Do you come here often?"

"Sometimes, only when i think about my ex." She pulls the cigarette calmly, allowing the smoke to envelop her face in a thin mist. An ephemeral cloud of smoke slowly wafts around me.

"We're in the same boat," i muse, giving a little laugh at her comment. "Does your ex smoke?"

"Since I've known her. She was always cautious so i wouldn't end up like her; nevertheless, here i am," she narrates with a tense tone.

"You shouldn't smoke; judging by your voice, you've quit for a long time. You should stop while you still can," i suggest while lighting my cigarette with the borrowed lighter.

"Look who wants to give me a moral lecture," she laughs, mocking. The whole situation is ironic.

"Pfft, you don't even know me; you probably think i'm a hypocritical smoker," i admit, in a casual tone.

"Definitely."

"Maybe i really am, but I still have feelings!" I laugh, playfully.

She seems serious now, and we stay silent for a few seconds.

"Have you ever thought about your ex's feelings when you two broke up?" she inquires, finishing her last drag before dropping the cigarette on the ground and crushing it under her foot.

I remain motionless, confused, and unsure of how to respond.

"I'm just messing with you; after all, i don't even know you." She lets out a nervous laugh before completely disappearing into the darkness of that dimly lit alley.

"I'm home," i announce, slipping off my shoes and opening the door.

My mother greets me with a smile as she sets the dining table with the help of my father and sister.

"You're here! It's so good to see you, dear," my mother smiles warmly and hugs me. The scent of kimchi fills the air; she must have been cooking for a long time.

"What's that smell of smoke..." She makes a disgusted face, and i quickly plan an excuse.

"There were some delinquents smoking in the streets; the smell must have clung to me," i say cautiously.

"Looks delicious," i observe the meal on the table after greeting everyone present, trying to change subjects. Despite my reservations about Incheon and the memories this city brings, i feel welcomed and relieved with my family by my side.

"Let's eat!" My father exclaims, excitedly, sitting down and preparing to enjoy the eagerly anticipated tteokguk, a unique skill of my mother.

A few minutes were left for the long-awaited December 25th, and the countdown unfolded gradually.

"I'm eager to know what you brought for us from Busan, little sister!"

"Did i have to bring a present?" I laugh ironically, joking. "Just kidding, i'm sure you guys will like it!"

1 minute to the 25th.

"Wow, i can already hear the neighbors starting the countdown," my sweet and dear mother says.

A sound echoes at the door.

"Knock, knock."

30 seconds to the 25th.

"Oh, let me get that!" I quickly get up from my seat and head to the door.

10 seconds to the 25th.

I grab the keys and swiftly unlock the door, while my family had already started the countdown.

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

I can't believe who is on the other side of the door.

"Lin?"

"Merry Christmas!" the whole family celebrates in unison as i stand there, paralyzed, looking at my former love standing right in front of me.

aaand we're done! i don't know if i should make it a series or not since i'm the lazy type but lmk! also tysm for @/kiyaedits for the dividers. i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did, thank you for reading. ❄️

[jacarandaaaas]

why waiting on a miracle is one of my favorite (and one of the most underrated) encanto songs:

So this song in my humble opinion is one of the most under appreciated songs from the movie so I’m here to give it some appreciation! (Also the irony of the song being about being ignored and overlooked and that’s exactly what happened)

So waiting on a miracle is the classic “disney I want song” but to me this song is so much more than that. One thing that sticks out to me immediately is the fact unlike most I want songs, mirabel isn’t singing about wanting more than she already has shes singing about something she lacks but SHOULD have already. From the title most people gathered that she wants a magical gift like the rest of her family and whilst that is true I find it profound that it’s not the magic for the sake of magic she wants. It’s the appreciation from her family. All she wants is to contribute and fit in and she feels the only way she can do that is if she gets a gift. It’s also important to note unlike most I want songs mirabel doesn’t get *exactly* what she wants at the end which she mentions is a miracle. She does however end up getting her ultimate goal which is the acceptance and she doesn’t need a miracle to do that. Also with the title being “waiting on a miracle” a miracle is rare it’s thought to be something almost impossible or not even real. So for mirabels I want song to be about this shows that even she herself is aware it’s literally an impossible ask but she’s just dreaming of the possibilities if she got something as rare as a miracle.

I also found the instrumental quite genius as some have already pointed out all the madrigal songs are in 4/4 time… except this one. Waiting on a miracle is in 3/4 time as yet another subtle way to show she’s out of place. as lin manuel himself said “she’s literally out of beat with the rest of her family” so thanks for that lin the song was already sad enough but you just had to do that👍

also congratulations to mirabel for being one of the few disney characters to actually say when they aren’t ok “I’m not fineeee” I know that seems minuscule but it’s so refreshing to hear a character actually express that they are feeling negative emotions and it’s ok to express that. Especially since bottling up emotions is so common nowadays it’s a good message for the next generation <3

also waiting on a miracle kinda sorta predicts the whole movie? “I would move the mountains, make new trees and flowers grow” “I would heal whats broken show this family something new” she ended up achieving all of that in the movie’ 1. The mountains split when the house was collapsing. 2. She helped isabela discover what else she could do thus making new trees and flowers grow. 3. She basically healed the entire family which is what was broken and she showed them all they are enough without gifts! So that’s just a nice little bit of foreshadowing.

Ok now back to the sad stuff! in the lyric “I would heal whats broken” turns out she’s not referring to the entire family but herself. She views herself as broken because she didn’t get a gift and she wants to fix herself 💔 another lyric to note is “cant keep down the unspoken invisible pain” a lot of people talk about how inconsiderate the madrigals are towards mirabel but the thing is they don’t realize how it effects her. We know she can put on a hell of an act (see family madrigal song) and she herself refers to her pain as “invisible” she’s hiding it from everyone so they don’t realize how badly she’s hurting because she puts on the whole optimistic act. So another way the movie demonstrates the communication issues within the family.

And how can I forget mirabel literally telling herself at the beginning “dont be upset or mad at all” she’s quite literally telling herself to not feel those things that she’s “totally fine” I also love the fact the music is in the tune of “the family madrigal” up until she says “I’m not fine” I just thought that was a cool detail!

I’ve seen people complain about “open your eyes” x3 because it doesn’t get any louder or higher it just stays the same. Well there’s actually a reason for that! the song is called waiting on a miracle, mirabel is stuck in that position. She’s stuck waiting. It’s also important to note that the visual of her begging to her abuela to “open her eyes” and not being noticed implies that she’s been trying for a long time to be noticed but she keeps being stuck.

Also shoutout to Stephanie beatriz for the amazing acting because I could FEEL the emotion and the passion. and yes I know it’s because she’s in labour but I also believe even if she wasn’t in labour the song would still sound emotional as stephanie is a really great actress! I believe in an interview she stated she wanted to perform this song like it’s the first time mirabel is expressing these feelings to herself. Basically yeah that’s true she had been lying to herself for a decade and finally she decides to admit to herself she’s not fine she’s not happy and she wants a change. The voice crack on “I’m not fine” is actually heartbreaking and this is the moment her facade breaks entirely, and I love the vocal cry she does on “longing to shine like all of you shine” it’s just these little vocal details that add so much to the song and make it so powerful

I’ve also seen people complaining this song isn’t “belty” enough but it’s just not that type of song! mirabel is stuck in her position and if you notice in a lot of Disney movies once it reaches the climax of the i want song the protagonist comes to a decision of sorts. Take “how far I’ll go for example” she decides she’s going to sail beyond the reef and the music climaxes, she also has the triumphant high note at the end. Waiting on a miracle unlike how far I’ll go is NOT a triumphant song. The music does climax but only to emphasize mirabels false hope as she’s saying all the things she would do.

with the high note I firmly believe that there’s only one significant high note at the end for a particular reason. Like I said above usually high notes in Disney songs symbolize achievement or a sense of strength found. Mirabels high note has the opposite effect. She’s quite literally begging for a miracle in desperation only to realize she’s wishing for a fantasy. “Am I too late for a miracle” is the line the song ends on and the visual is important here too. We see the fireworks fade away and mirabel is left standing alone in the dark because it was all in her mind. (Looking at you “mirabels gift is time stopping” theorists)

So yeah I find this song to be quite unique and raw for an I want song and I think the “vent” aspect of it is what makes me appreciate it even more. It’s not sugar coated. To quote stephanie beatriz herself: “real, human, imperfect, yearning to belong and hoping for something beyond what she sees in herself: an expression of hope and fear, all wrapped in teen angst.”

So uh go stream waiting on a miracle because it’s a great song 👍(also yes this rant is a mess I’m terrible at articulating my feelings on songs but it’s also just for fun I’m like not a professional lmao)

[014miki]

♥︎‹ 𖤩 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 .

C: song lyrics (specially), no gender specification (i try), care, comfort, soft behavior, little praises. (maybe by bi-han and later by you) nothing explicit or sexual, at least for now. bi han (sub-zero) x reader. a/n: It's my first story, be kind if you're going to make a comment or request. ¡enjoy! > used song: me and my husband by mistki.

You really cared about him, there wasn't a moment where you didn't think about him because he forever was stay on your mind, ¿how could you help it? He was your husband, by pure instinct you couldn't stop thinking about his well-being even though he is the most stubborn man on the planet. Still, he and you so doing better than most couples, anyone would have given up on your situation but you still remain stable despite the conditions you currently find yourself in. "me and my husband do it better"

Bi han had attended with his brothers a "test" that they would perform on some boys whom you did not know at all, at least you would have liked to know but he had not told you anything about it because it was not an interesting fact or one that you should know, or that was his words. Even so, you couldn't help but feel stupid sitting in that bed that you both shared, you felt insignificant and a waste of oxygen.

You couldn't help but think that you would disappear, your memories, everything you had seen and experienced with your eyes, your body, everything with you. You leaned your back against the mattress, resting your body except for your mind, you still had that guilt that tormented you every time he went on a mission with his brothers, you also worried about them but not to the same degree you did with him. Your eyes point lost at the ceiling, your gaze does not reflect anything, not even the brilliance that characterized you, impossible to do so under these conditions.

──── "¿Where are you, bi-han?" you think aloud.

──── "Im here, dear." he's talk, you hadn't noticed when he arrived at the temple where you both stay.

──── "¡Bi-Han, are you ok!" you answer happy and you huggie him.

──── "Yes, ¿You worried for me? I have told you many times not to do it, i will always come back." scolds.

──── "Sorry.. i.. i can't.. You are my husband and me too i'ts logic my reaction for you and you brothers."

──── "I understand but i i'm a lin kuei, i'm take care of myself and others. Specialy for people i matter to me." He responds as he places one of his hands on your cheeks, caressing it a little with his thumb. You could feel how rough it was.

──── "O—Okay... please... never again you scary me for this stuff. C'mon, come with me..."

He doesn't respond but agrees to your request, releasing your face and separating himself from you as he follows you. The look he gave you a moment ago fades as he remembers how things the day for him and his brothers today, rubbing the wound he had made on his arm a little, he assumed you had noticed it but he wished you hadn't.

As they advanced, he began to feel down and sad as he began to think about why he was doing all this ¿Why follow Liu Kang? ¿What did he having for done or have he done to improve things? For him he had done absolutely nothing and it brought back memories of how his father behaved the same or worse for him.

He felt shocked with all this, but then he remembered you, he thought that thanks to you he hadn't given up. I knew that you and he do it better, you knew that every time he was present you felt like someone special and with value and you both knew that neither of you would have a painted face and you would be united to this life today and always, not even death would separate you two.

but now it's time to tend to the superficial wounds, then the emotional ones and finally give yourself a little rest. Sometimes even a grandmaster needs a break from daily stress next to someone.

"and that someone is you."

Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it and please let me know if you notice any errors. I hope you like my first story (maybe so it won't be the last)

[nerdycanible1]

Am back! :D

Omg guys! Almost forgot I had this ((joking)) but nah seriously! It had been years since I've posted anything here! 💀

Anyways imma go back to my roots!! Y'all remember the days of Legend of Korra where I've only simped for Lin Beifong? 👀 But I've found a new lady, well not really but I've got a new love!!

So y'all remember (if not don't worry about it) the whole genderbent au thing I've created and it was female Tenzin and male Lin and stuff like that? Well I've got some stuff for y'all!

So first and foremost, this is Tenna. She is genderbent Tenzin (female Tenzin). She is literally so hot and I cannot stop drawing her! Currently working on the backstory and this will be nothing like tLoK, actually it will in some places but yes! A lot will be changed!

But look at her! She's gorgeous! 🥺 Also I just wanted to show y'all my improvement of art over the years! QwQ it has improved so much and I'm so proud! Anyways I'll stop rambling and let ya get to the photo!

Tenna: 55 years old

Tenna in swimsuit enjoy 🗿

Side note: Tell me this isn't the most Tenzin expression ever xD

Anyways, my thoughts are simple. Make hot women. :D I am smooth brained and frankly I've been a simp for my genderbent Tenzin for years.

I wanted to update her concept instead of the one I've created years ago (plz forget that 💀) and frankly I love this version better. She looks kind, soft, hot, and first and foremost Tenzin-ish.

What I have for her so far:

She is 51-50 just like Tenzin in tLoK

She has one confirmed boy that I've come up with and one confirmed girl.

Their names are Jin (Jinora) and Ming (Meelo). I haven't come up with anything else for the kids as of yet.

She is pansexual. No discussion on this xD

She is currently in a relationship with Peng (Pema). But ma'am is known to wander around.

Tenna is also more in tune with her nomadic life style instead of the whole business stuff.

Tenna left RC at the ripe age of 16, leaving Ling (Lin) in the process but no hate. It was a mutual break up. Ling wanted to keep RC safe and promised Tenna that everything would still be up and running whenever she wanted to settle down.

Tenna fell in love with an air acolyte (whom I haven't decided to name as of yet) and stayed there for a year before the world called for her once more. It was a short but painful romance, one that Tenna often thinks about.

Once she was back on the road she fell in love with a non bender (Not Peng yet), got pregnant and went to RC for Air Temple Island. She stayed on the island for a few years raising her newborn son Jin.

Ling helped with all he could, being there for Tenna, taking care of her and feeding her and dealing with her grumpiness. He took care of her and once the baby was born, Ling knew he would protect the child as if he were the one to help make the baby.

Tenna couldn't have thanked Ling enough and felt horrible she was "holding him back" from finding his true love. Ling wanted to confess right then and there that he loved her but knew it wasn't the right time.

During the time of the whole pregnancy and the raising of Jin, Ling and Tenna fell into a romance. Stealing kisses, sharing deep secrets, touches that crossed the very thin line of friendship.

It wasn't until Jin started talking and walking that Tenna thought it would be a great time to start exploring the world. Jin barely being the age of 3 or 4. Ling confessed to her that he loves her and that she wished she'd stay for him but told her it was a selfish request. He instead kissed her goodbye and told her to look at the Northern Lights for her on one of her trips. Tenna never felt such sadness and sorrow but she promised to keep in touch. She watched as Ling got smaller and smaller as the boat began to leave the harbor and leave behind her very best friend and lover.

Sorry friends but this is where imma stop it before I bore you! Let me know if you want more Headcanons or if you want more art of this fine wine of a milf!

Send me asks, or ask simply in the comments or Dms about any of this au. I'm happy to reply and I'm excited to say that I'll be posting here regularly soon! And you know of course that there's gonna be more Lin Beifong art so prepare yourselves!

As usual, all art belongs to me. If reposted please credit. Thank you!

[waterfire1848]

tw: suicide (non-graphic)

Azula, 18, in the asylum, sadly takes her life on the day of her release bc the past 15 years have been horribly wrong and she has absolutely no one left.

She wakes up in another time and... my point is she gets adopted by Lin Beyfong x Kya II. Just two lesbians adopting a lil lesbo.

I know. But just in case anyone wsnts to fic this or make art on it

Its also possible without the sad part but yeah

Cool blog love your blog your blogs nice pal have a good one!

Thanks for the ask!!

😭

Azula being adopted by Lin and Kya is so cute. She doesn’t have to worry about being the perfect princess or the best firebender because she gets to be a normal kid and worry about normal kid stuff. If Kya is her mom though then I headcanon she’s a lot better at flirting.

Some extra headcanons

1. There are pictures of Azula covered in lesbian merch after she came out. Lin and Kya bought everything they could find.

2. When she gets her first crush, Kya has to laugh because she’s even more of a gay mess than Lin was.

3. Azula defends her mother (Lin) to her grandmother and aunt and her mom (Kya) to her uncles.

4. Azula is a little younger than the four main members of Team Avatra but still helps out however she can.

5. Lin is fiercely protective of her and Azula learns to sneak out when her mom is at the house.

6. During Amon’s attack, Lin sent Azula and Kya away. Kya kept a brave face for Azula but worried about her wife the entire time.

7. Azula looks more Fire Nation than Water Tribe or Earth Kingdom. This has gotten her more than a few comments from classmates.

Thanks!!! Hope you have a good day yourself!

[kasssscali]

Demonic Nature

Could you write headcanons where the reader is a half-demon? How would Monkey react if, after having freed a village from yet another demon, the inhabitants railed against the reader, frightened by her demonic nature? Thank you so much

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Monkey has been fighting demons for over hundreds of years, and with fighting demons for that long

his mindset is only focused on how evil and unredeemable all demons are

The thrill of fighting demons was something Monkey was obsessed with, he loved the applause from people and the glory he received from it

Monkey would hop town to town doing his business of freeing villages from unruly demons

one day he stumbled across your village, the villagers where practically on their knees begging for his help

there was a demon in the village stealing the livestock

Hearing this Monkey laughed, he wasn’t scared at all. He could never get bored or annoyed with slaughtering demons

You were in the crowd that surrounded the Great Monkey King, you were taken away by his charm and confidence

the following event was the fight Monkey signed up for killing this demon, after centuries of fighting Monkey was quickly able to kill off the demon

of course the crowd cheered and celebrated with this, and OF COURSE it stroked Monkey’s ego even more

you have to admit he was pretty handsome, and obviously strong enough to defend this village

you were in as of him, but the problem was that you yourself where a demon… Well half of one…

even that small knowledge would send the villagers into a haze of anger and fury

you had to keep this secret to yourself, it would literally be the death of you if you didn’t

A/N: There are two Endings How this Could End.

Ending One: Bloodshed

Sooner or later the truth about you will come out, and once the new reach Monkey oh boy is it going to be bad

To put it simply, If Monkey sees that your a demon, all he is going to see you as a demon

it starts with a mob of people

before Monkey was even at the village, the villagers felt powerless and vulnerable

now that Monkey is here, the villagers know very well that they have a protector, and the feelings of weakness are pretty much gone

the news will quickly spread that your a demon, and later that night there will be hundreds of villagers with torches screaming at you, wishing you death

and the sad thing is, Monkey loves the applause from the people, and he will gladly give them what they want

you can’t reason your way out of it sadly

Monkey King will bash your head open with his stick, killing you instantly and the roaring applause of the villagers will please him

Ending Two: Redemption

The best possible way to avoid ending one would be, being friends Monkey beforehand

friendship will be hard for Monkey to accept, you saw how he treated Lin

He’s going to push you away and say how your nothing compared to him

but the more you push, the more Monkey will let you in

you’ll become friend with him, possibly even more than friends

Monkey doesn’t know your secret yet, but at this point he’s smitten when he is around you

The news spread of you being a demon, and regardless the people of the village will despise you for it

once the news reaches Monkey, he doesn’t believe it

but once he sees you surrounded by the mob of angry people, he rushes to your rescue

“what are you talking about!? They’re not a demon, what makes you even think that? Have you people LOST your minds?”

he scolds the villagers, and you realize that the only way to not dig yourself deeper into the shithole your already in, you tell him the truth

Monkey is going to be hurt at first, he feels a little betrayed but he’s also confused

knowing Monkey King, he is tempted to kill you

but he realizes that he values the relationship more, and is there to your defense against the mob

Monkey has made himself quite popular among the village and he’s able to talk them out of their rage

and after that everything is pretty much chill, its not perfect some people will still despise you for it

but you have Monkey by your side, and that’s all that matters

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A/N: I finished it finally, this person waited a long time for this request, so I’m sorry you had to wait and thank you for your patience.

Sadly, I will not be taking anymore Monkey King requests at all. This is the last request I’m taking for this. Pretty soon I will be opening requests for the Amazing Digital Circus

So excited to see you all very soon.

-Kasey

[royallygray]

JUST WATCHED EP3 TO THE END OF THE LIGHTNING THIEF AND OH BOY

I enjoyed that. Significantly. SOME OF MY FAVORITE THINGS (spoilers):

Hades is so fucking based? And for what? Like he's so chill he's chill in the books but Hades is cool as a cucumber

Pausing the show to rant to my friend about stuff that was inaccurate or just how cool stuff is. I love the show.

The funniest fucking thing was when Cerberus fucking broke through the clouds after Percy squeaked the ball and that was a literal jump scare and I screamed. It was fucking amazing.

I was so mad after Annabeth hugged Percy at the Arch and Grover didn't get a hug. LET MY FUCKING BOYS HUG OH MY GODS IDK IF THEY HUG IN THE BOOKS BUT GROVER LOOKED SO LONELY

Speaking of: GROVER IS THE MOST FUCKING AMAZING CHARACTER. HE GASLIT ARES. I LOVE HIM.

Speaking of, I also enjoyed Annabeth gaslighting Hermes.

I also liked screaming "LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA" when he was going up the elevator.

Also Medusa was kind of like... nice? And I got weirdly attached to her? Also where was the diner I wanted them to eat their hamburgers in the diner

grovers conflict resolution skills are. peak

the scene where he snaps at them after Medusa is dead is fucking amazing.

My friend and I were so upset that Percy and Annabeth didn't have the double stuf Oreo scene in the shitty animal trafficking truck

although when they got out of the truck and let the animals escape, I fucking adored Grover being like "the animals are safe" and Percy being like "I meant the humans" and Grover going "oh. them. well, the animals are safe!"

Fucking hated Echidna. Bitch. I enjoyed hating her. She looks like if a school counselor got sent to an insane asylum and broke out. I don't know how, but it works in my brain.

I was screaming the entire time they were at the Arch. I went summer o' 2023 and LIKE. IT WAS SO COOL. Also Thomas Jefferson? Legend. I went to Monticello and the UVA on the same trip. I fucking love architecture. Really hate that he had slaves. The architecture was really cool though. Not a good person, but he does like his fucking brick roads. Seriously. So many brick roads. He's a hypocrite politician who had slaves, he is, but also designed some pretty fucking cool architecture.

Anyways back to the Arch, I WALKED ON THAT GROUND THAT THEY WALKED ON YIPPEE :D

Also I was a little disappointed that Percy slipped off of the Arch rather than jumping but whatever

OMG THE HEPHAESTUS SCENE ANNABETH I LOVE YOU. I fucking loved that scene she fucking solved it.

Also Sally wanting Percy to be different from the gods because their family is shitty AF? sad. AND him actually being different and Annabeth believing in him? sad.

AND LUKE. SOMEHOW I LIKED LUKE AT THE END. AND MY FRIEND AND I HAD AN ENTIRE DISCUSSION.

LUKE'S REASONS WERE SO FUCKING JUSTIFIED AND IT MAKES ME SAD. Sure, he shouldn't've fucking SOLD HIS SOUL to Kronos, but gods. Luke. You were right. You are right. The gods should fucking carry their slack, and while I don't think Percy believed him at first, at least not completely, I think by Last Olympian Percy understands completely where he's coming from, because Percy has a lot of pent up emotions at the gods too and I think Luke got part of what he wanted. I think

ANYWAYS HERE ARE SOME PHOTOS I TOOK WHEN WE PAUSED THE SHOW TO TALK:

the second one of Ares (the contemplation face) is a meme. I guarantee it. I can't remember which meme, I just remember that I've seen that facial expression before.

the angles of Ares and Grover for the 1st Grover one (the weird above angle) were strange. like a detective scene. a strange detective scene. it was fucking hilarious.

Grover having his head out of the roof was such an amazing moment for me. I loved it. It's such a good picture.

also here's a meme I made

Thank you for coming to my ted talk and have a nice rotation of Earth's axis :)

[yell0wsalt]

27. Craziest place they had sex?

32. Who's so affectionate they can't stop touching the other?

34. How do they cheer the other one up during sad times?

For Linzin?

These were fun questions, thank you!

27. Craziest place they had sex?

It’s a given the two don’t care much for President Raiko, so of course they had sex in his office during his term. 

Another would be the dressing room in one of the stores of the Little Ba Sing Se Mall. Trying on dresses and getting all fancy for an event neither were particularly invested in was becoming a chore. However, nothing quite like trying on a particular dress that makes you feel a little spicy. 

Shopping became a lot of more fun after that.

32. Who's so affectionate they can't stop touching the other?

Tenzin is one who is more about the subtle touches throughout the day- a hand on her thigh when sitting together, or around her waist when side by side. Nothing sexual behind it, rather a subtle way of telling her he’s right there by her. 

When they are being intimate, Lin is less reserved with her affection and has her hands all over him  

34. How do they cheer the other one up during sad times?

When Lin is sad she will have the tendency to be avoidant and retreat into herself. To cheer her up, Tenzin tries to be there for her as a reminder that she’s not alone and he’s there to help her carry the burden. That may look like helping out with responsibilities and simply holding her.

When Tenzin is going through it, Lin will be supportive as a shoulder to cry on and keep him grounded so he doesn’t lose himself too much in his grief and emotions.

They may top it off with a present like one of their favorite sweet treats and/or flowers to make the other feel special, loved, and needed.

OTP + character asks

[thewayofthemandalorian]

all’s faire - chapter seven

Pairing: Modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Series rating: M

Chapter rating: M

Word count: 4,348

Notes: Things are happening! Pero and his tavern maid are taking their relationship to the next level. I’m really excited for this chapter. There are so many developments and feelings and things are so great for these two. Thanks to @lowlights​​ for being such a supporter of this fic and to @ezrasbirdie​​ for the support and for beta-reading this series. Also, just to let everyone know, there will be two chapters left after this one for a series total of nine chapters.

This fic is cross-posted to AO3 under the same name and my taglist can be found linked in my bio as well as my masterlist which is linked below.

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Chapter warnings: Swearing, food mention, minor (and quickly resolved) insecurites, kissing, yearning, Pero being a menace, feelings, non-explicit sexual content (including oral - both M/F receiving, and shower sex)

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Tuesday comes and goes without much fanfare. Lin-Mae has some stuff going on so you are responsible for opening and closing the store. You text Pero off and on throughout the day. Wednesday, however, is a different story. Lin-Mae just shot you a knowing smirk when you arrived this morning. “How’s Pero?” she asks, and you feel your face warm. 

“He’s good,” you reply just as coyly. On Monday night you had spilled (most of) the details of your date and your discussion with Pero to Sarah when you met at Nick’s for drinks. Since Cassie and Tess were both out, there was no reason why you couldn’t go out too. 

Sarah had just shot you a knowing grin and said “I told you you’d get used to him.” She had told you that. Many people had. And while you knew that you would eventually get used to Pero and his manner, you weren’t expecting it quite like this. 

“He’s happy,” Lin-Mae says, making herself a coffee. “Happier than I’ve seen him since before William passed away.” 

The comment makes you feel both happy and sad. Happy that it seems that Pero’s found happiness with you, but sad because he was lonely and sad for such a long time. 

Lin-Mae sees your slightly wistful expression and grabs your attention. “This is good for him. For both of you. He’s happy. You’re happy. At least… I think you are.” 

Your rueful look vanishes, replaced with a smile. “Yes, Lin-Mae. I’m very happy. Who knew that Pero Tovar would be partially responsible for that?” you tease

“Partially responsible for what?” someone asks from behind you. You turn to see who it is, knowing already that it’s Pero. Out of eyeshot Lin-Mae directs her head at you to Pero with a knowing look, whose quizzical look turns to one of soft tender joy. It makes your stomach do little backflips. “I hope it is all right that I’m here most of the day,” he says. “The internet is down at my place because of scheduled maintenance and I need to do some planning for the upcoming school year.” 

Lin-Mae nods. “It’s fine by me. I have to get going anyway, I have an appointment to get to, so it’s really up to this one right here,” she gestures to you, knowing full well you have no problem with it. Where is she going? you wonder. She said that she’d be here today. You hope that nothing is wrong — oh. She’s giving you privacy.

You pretend to ponder over it. “I’ll allow it,” you finally say with a cheeky grin that Pero returns. Lin-Mae makes her excuses, slings her purse on her shoulder and slips out. 

It doesn’t take Pero long to cross the gap between you in two strides. He curls his fingers on your neck and kisses you. Hungrily. Greedily. You respond with equal fervour. Will you ever get used to kissing this man? Probably not, but you like that every time it feels like the first time all over again. 

“Hi,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arms around you in an impromptu hug. You never would have guessed that Pero Tovar is such a snuggly guy until quite recently. 

“Hi, yourself,” you reply, leaning into his arms, returning the hug. You rest your cheek against his chest. You feel safe in his embrace. Cherished, even. And you’re reminded of how you thought that he would protect you when you were doing the handfasting ceremony all those weeks ago. “Can I make you a coffee?” you murmur.

His chest rumbles, moving up and down against your cheek as he replies. “Please.” 

Very reluctantly, you pull out of his warm, strong embrace that is an instant boost of serotonin for you and begin to prepare him his coffee. An Americano with one cream.  

By the time the coffee is ready, Pero’s situated himself at one of the tables, his laptop open. You deliver his coffee and a brownie to him with a kiss on his scruffy cheek. “Thank you, amor,” he says, pulling his eyes away from his computer screen. 

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” you reply, your eyes landing on his computer screen over his shoulder as you muss his hair a little.

He turns to look at you, signature eyebrow raised. “More of what? Coffee or kisses?” He steals one from your lips, a quick one and you scrunch your nose at him. 

“Well…” you muse, giving him another quick kiss, “I was talking about coffee, but I think I can be persuaded to have more of the other thing available.” 

Pero smiles at you, takes your hand in his and gives it a slow, sensual kiss. “That is what I thought, bonita,” he says, seeing your swoony expression. 

Another glance at the screen shows spreadsheets. “That looks boring,” you say. 

Pero sighs. “It is. But I like to be ahead for the school year. And July is already half-gone. Usually I’m done with the paperwork and planning for the upcoming school year but something’s got me distracted this summer.”

He gives you a teasing glance; you give a coquettish grin in response. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you manage to say. “But that does look important, so I’ll leave you to it. I have some ordering to do. Let me know if you need more coffee. Or more distractions.” 

- - - - 

At twelve twenty-nine, you put up the handwritten sign on the door. Gone for lunch, back at one o’clock! 

“Are you hungry?” you ask Pero, pulling a tupperware container from the fridge in the cafe. 

He glances up from his notes, checks his watch. “Lunchtime already?” he asks. You nod. “I’m  starving,” he grumbles.

You chuckle. He’s always hungry. He could eat enough for a small army. “I have too much of this. Why don’t we share?” Pero nods. He saves his work, closes his laptop and puts it back in his messenger bag. 

You prepare a little smorgasbord for the two of you. Your pasta salad, some cheese and crackers and grapes, some leftover pastries from yesterday and more coffee. Bringing it all over, you place everything on the table, giving Pero his second Americano and yourself your second vanilla latte of the day. “Hi,” you say as you sit down next to him. You weren’t expecting to have another date with him in the same week. 

“Hi yourself, bonita,” he replies. He kisses your cheek before digging in. An easy silence falls between the two of you, filled here and there with discussions about how his paperwork is going — dreadful, according to Pero — as well as how your weeks have been going. 

As nice as this is, you have a nag in the back of your mind, even though he’s said very clearly that he has feelings for you, even though people who have known him longer than you have said they’ve never seen him this happy. What if this is just some summer fling? Logically, you know that that’s not the case. But still, a part of you wonders if this is just temporary. 

“You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?” Pero asks, non-accusatory. He takes your hand in his. 

You offer an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Lost in thought, I suppose.” 

“Anything you want to share?” he asks, his voice indicating that there’s no pressure one way or the other.

Inhaling, you try to organize your thoughts. “It’s silly,” you start. “And my mind is running away from me. But… um…” Pero looks expectantly at you. “I just am wondering… what you want? With this. With us,” you clarify. 

He frowns for a moment. “I thought it was obvious,” he says. “I lo— really like you, bonita. And at the risk of sounding presumptuous, I think you really like me, too.” 

You nod. “I do. I think we’ve both made our mutual really, really like abundantly clear.” 

Pero continues. “Then what is there to discuss? We’re together. That is if you want to be. Like I said before, I won’t push you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” He squeezes your hand.

With anyone else, the no-nonsense attitude about such things would be a turn-off. But, as you’ve come to discover, that’s just how Pero operates. And seeing how he’s looking at you with such longing and hopefulness in his eyes, you know he’s not in the least bit dismissive about this. Inexplicably, your eyes prickle as relief floods your veins. Relief and something else, something hopeful. It’s your turn to squeeze his hand.  

“I want to be,” you manage to say, blinking away the prickling feeling in your eyes. You lean across the table and kiss him, sealing your words. 

“Good,” Pero murmurs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Because I want to be, too.” 

You’re a few minutes late taking the sign down and unlocking the door. Pero insists on helping tidy up. Your boyfriend. 

It sounds juvenile, but thinking about the word sends butterflies scattering across your stomach, lights up your nerve endings. Pero Tovar, the man you thought couldn’t stand you a few months ago, the last man you thought you’d have feelings for, your boyfriend. 

The rest of the afternoon passes by uneventfully. You serve customers, you submit more order forms while Pero works away on the last of his paperwork. At quarter to six, you begin the process of shutting down the store. Pero’s gone from his table, but he hasn’t gone far. It probably won’t take too long to find him. You begin to snap off some lights, turning the sign from open to closed and locking the door before working on cleaning the coffee makers. Everything else done, you go in search of your boyfriend. 

“Excuse me, sir,” you call out teasingly through the store, “but we’re closing.” 

You find him in the nonfiction section, perusing a book on the crusades. He looks up at you. “I thought it was suddenly darker in here. Is it six already?” he asks. 

“Just about,” you reply, feeling impulsive. “Do you want to grab some dinner?” you ask. 

He nods, putting the book back down where he found it. “But first,” he murmurs in your ear before pressing kisses onto your cheek, your jawbone, your lips, your neck. 

“You make a very good argument,” you reply in between kisses. You can’t say you ever pictured yourself making out in a darkened bookstore in the history area of the nonfiction section with Pero Tovar, but you’re not complaining. Not one bit, especially when he scoops you into his arms and hoists you against him. Your hands dig into his shirt at his shoulders as he deepens his kisses. 

You’re fifteen minutes late leaving the store, your clothes slightly askew, your lips swollen from making out with him. “Do you make a habit of making out with girls in darkened bookstores?” you ask as you slip your hand into his, lacing your fingers together. 

Pero chuckles. “Only with the girls whose corsets I also tie and untie. I don’t do that with or for just anyone, florecita.” 

- - - - 

Before you know it, it’s the weekend. You haven’t discussed how your relationship with Pero is going to affect your characters’ relationship, if at all. Like most everything else with Faire, you’re going into this mostly blind. 

Saturday passes with little fanfare. It’s busy. The day is warm but not stiflingly so. You’re busy with serving drinks and interacting with customers all day, so you don’t have a chance to interact much with the one person you do want to interact with. He does come in and he’s mostly the same as Captain Bastian as he has been. He’s a bit more openly affectionate but not overly so. He spends more time at the tavern than he usually does and your heart flutters when you look up to see him gazing at you from the door before he leaves for the next duel. 

Sunday, though, it dawns grey and rainy. You’ll need to have an extra long shower tonight when you come home. As a result of the weather, Faire is quiet. People still come out, but it’s not in droves like it can be. It’s the textbook definition of a slow day. With the rain comes the humidity. While you and Sarah are inside away from the rain, it’s still an open space, allowing the humidity to come into the tavern. You’re both sweating. There are long, long stretches between customers and not for the first time you wonder if maybe Faire should be shortened by a few weeks. Most people who wanted to come have already been. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by someone coming in. A very damp Pero Tovar. His hair is more curled than normal and he looks a bit like a wet dog. A very cute wet dog. “Good day, florecita,” he greets. “Might I enquire for a towel? And perhaps something to drink?” he asks, taking your hand in his and bestowing a kiss to your knuckles. 

“Aye, captain,” you reply. You find a clean towel that you usually use to wipe down the tavern and get him a glass of beer as well. Pero’s seated himself in one of the tables out of the way. You deliver him his beer and towel. “As requested, my captain.” 

“Gracias, florecita.” He dries himself off to the best of his abilities with the small towel and sets it down on the bench next to him. He takes a long drink from his ale with a groan. There’s two other people in the tavern and they’re being taken care of by Sarah. “Sit for a moment, mi amor.” 

Making sure that everything’s in order, you slide onto the bench next to Pero. He lifts an eyebrow. “Come on, florecita.” He pats his lap. 

You gulp. “Are you sure that’s family-friendly, captain?” you ask. Not that you don’t want to sit on his lap. 

“I don’t see any families in here.” His eyes tell you that you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Fuck it. You push the table out a little bit so you have enough room to climb onto his lap without knocking anything over. It takes a few seconds to get comfortable. Pero’s arms wrap around your waist and he presses little kisses into your neck. A pirate and his intended. Or you and Pero. Your skin is on fire as he whispers little things into your ear, his breath tickling against your skin in the most delicious way. Any cohesive thought you have is replaced with static. You can feel that he’s enjoying this as much as you are. 

“Come over tonight, bonita,” he murmurs in your ear, and you know immediately what he’s asking you and it nearly causes your brain to short-circuit for the second time in just as many minutes. 

You nod. “Yes, that does sound agreeable,” you manage to say, both in and out of character. “But can I shower first? I’m kind of gross.” These words are meant for Pero’s ears, not the captain’s. 

He presses a kiss just beneath your ear that makes you shiver with want and anticipation. “Let me take care of you, amor.” 

Well, when he puts it like that… 

It takes very little convincing to get you to say yes and no time at all on your part to arrange a ride home for Cassie. You want this. You have for a while. And it’s clear that Pero does, too. 

After Faire is done for the day, you and he meander through the thicket hand in hand. The rain has lightened up to a drizzle, but it’s still humid. “Coming to Nick’s, guys?” Dan asks you.

You and Pero share a look. “No, we’ve got other plans,” you hedge and you catch the knowing look that Sarah and Lin-Mae exchange. And you’re positive you see Lin-Mae hand Sarah a twenty dollar bill just as you’re turning back to Pero. Whether or not your friends made a bet as to when you and Pero would sleep together is a question for another day. “Should I just follow you?” you ask, not wanting to leave your car here. 

He nods in agreement. “That way I won’t be tempted,” he says. 

“Tempted to do what?” you ask. 

“To take you in the backseat like I’ve wanted to since your birthday.” 

Christ, would your heart ever beat properly or your lungs work correctly again? You’re sure the answer is no. “That is tempting. I commend your willpower,” you say, not giving him the satisfaction that you would have said yes to him taking you in the backseat.

- - - - 

You very quickly discover that Pero lives on the opposite end of town to where you currently live. You smile at the little memory of him offering to give you a lift home after your party. It’s at least a twenty-minute drive if not more. You’d tease him about it later. 

Pero’s house is exactly how you envisioned it. Neat and tidy. Handcrafted table and chairs. You remember him saying that he was almost a carpenter. 

Clementine is sitting on the couch. Her ears perk up when she hears you and Pero come in, immediately running to the front door. Her head presses against Pero’s leg and she meows in greeting. “Yes, I’m home,” he murmurs, rubbing behind her ears. Your heart melts at the sight. She’s a white cat with grey spots, just as Pero described. Her tail is almost entirely grey with a little white tip at the very end. She turns her attention to you, meandering over, giving an inquisitive meow. 

“Hi, Clementine,” you coo, holding out your hand for her to sniff. Tentatively, you give her ears a scritch. She closes her eyes, enjoying your attention. 

Pero looks on, impressed. “Usually she does not do well with strangers,” he says. Clementine looks up at him, almost reproachfully and meows. “Are you hungry, cat? Is that it?” he asks. Though annoyance laces his voice, it isn’t genuine. “If you want to take a shower, I can feed her and then I will find you,” he tells you. 

A shower is the last thing you’re thinking of right now. “I need to have my laces untied,” you start, a coy but fiery look in your eyes. 

He doesn’t need to be told twice, quickly reading between the lines. “Clementine, stay here,” he says, filling up her food and water dishes. “She likely will not listen,” he tells you. 

You can’t wait anymore. You lean up on your toes and kiss him. “Pero,” you murmur. It takes him no time to respond. 

He says your name, pressing kisses to your cheek. “Careful, bonita. If we keep going out here, we will not make it past the front door. And there are many more comfortable places where we can continue this.” 

You nod, playing along. “The least you can do is give me a tour.” 

It takes you twice as long as it would normally do to get to his bedroom. As soon as you make it to the hallway past the living room, where Clementine has since taken residence in the lazy-boy chair, Pero has you pressed up against the wall, kissing you furiously. There are several more stops on the stairs before he finally has you on the threshold of his bedroom. Letting go of you for a second, he turns on his bedside (also handmade by the looks of it) lamp before returning his attention to you. His bedroom is also exactly how you pictured it. A neatly made bed, a pair of floor to ceiling bookshelves packed with books on all sorts of topics, a few framed photographs, a scratching post and bed for Clementine. You’ll look more closely later. For now, you’ve got other, more pressing things that deserve your full and undivided attention.

As he begins to unlace your dress, you remember when he did this at Faire a few weeks ago. It had been intimate then, when you were doing it for the purposes of Faire. This was downright erotic. His breath is warm, tickling the back of your neck as he mouths against the skin there with each unlace of the corset. After what simultaneously seems an eternity and not long enough, the laces are untied. He assists you in taking off each part of the dress, kissing each newly exposed part of you as the dress and chemise both come off, pooled on the floor at your feet, leaving you in just your underwear. 

Pero stares appreciatively for a long moment. You feel exposed in every sense of the word. “Fair’s fair,” you murmur, your fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt, helping him take it off revealing his broad chest and hard muscle from Faire and training. Next are his cargo shorts. He grunts in relief to have them off and it doesn’t take long to figure out why. You swallow, your heart pounding. Pero takes your hands in his, bends to kiss you before he takes you in his arms. Your underwear doesn't take long to go, nor do his. Your name comes out in a strained whisper, nearly grunting as your mouth comes to rest on that spot between his shoulder and neck that you like so much. 

“Let me take care of you,” he repeats from earlier, sitting you both down on the bed. He’s not just promising to take care of you, he’s asking if he can as well. 

“Yes, Pero,” you manage to get out.

It’s not long before he has you on your back, his fingers and his tongue making your vision go white, your hands gripped in his hair, his name a broken prayer on your lips. He’s an attentive lover, generous and passionate. Explorative, finding out what you enjoy, what you like. Your vision goes white as Pero’s fingers and mouth reach their goal. 

He comes up to meet your mouth with his, easing you back down before the two of you continue in your activities. “You are a man of many talents,” you manage to get out in between panting breaths. 

Pero kisses your forehead. “That was just warmup,” he teases, and it’s not long before you’re at it again. He presses into you gently, allowing you to get used to him. He moves and you think you might very nearly die of pleasure. His mouth seeks out yours as your hips stutter against his, desperate for release. Your ankles cross against his back, pulling him deeper, closer, the sense of urgency returning. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” he half-murmurs, half-growls. “I’ve wanted you for weeks, weeks.” His words and his movements push you over the edge again with a hoarse cry, biting down on his shoulder. Pero reaches his own high not long after, grunting your name against your mouth as he does.

He collapses next to you, both of you boneless and satiated. You snuggle next to him. You’re worn out, sore. But in the best possible way. 

It isn’t until later, sprawled out in the sheets that you remember the promise of a shower. You’re sticky and sweaty and dirty. “Do you want that shower now?” you murmur against his neck where your face is currently buried; it’s warm and sweaty and smells faintly of rain and general Pero musk. You don’t want to move but you could be convinced if Pero came with you. 

Pero ponders your question for a moment. “I am trying to conserve water.” 

“That’s a very noble endeavour. One that I fully support.” 

He half carries you to the master ensuite bathroom. He strokes your face again before turning on the shower. You can’t remember a life where Pero Tovar wasn’t touching you. You don’t want a life where he isn’t touching you or a big part of your life. And you find that that thought doesn’t scare you as much as you thought it would. He makes you feel safe. Cherished. Like he’s protecting you while also caring for you. More than you ever originally thought he would. And you care for him in the same way. You feel like you want to protect him as well, want to make sure he feels cherished and safe with you, too. 

Pero takes care of you in the shower, as he promised he would, as he has taken care of you all evening. Getting down on your knees and letting the hot water stream down your back, you return the favour from earlier. And you’re not sure, but given how long you spend in the shower, you think Pero’s attempts at conserving water in this shower are moot. 

Finally you make it back to bed, warm, pleasantly drowsy and sore, half-way in love with him. “What are you thinking about?” Pero asks, cutting through your thoughts. 

You turn to face him, cup his face between his hands and very gingerly and gently kiss his scar before kissing him on the lips. “You.” 

He makes that tender face again, the one that melts your heart and makes you have a knot in the back of your throat with just how vulnerable and gentle it is. How vulnerable and gentle he is. He kisses you for what is probably the millionth time today and it’s not long before mouths and hands and other body parts are moving again, finding each other. It’s not as frantic this time around. It’s slower, less urgent but no less passionate. This isn’t simply having sex with Pero Tovar, you realize; this is making love with Pero Tovar. And when you reach that peak again with him that you create together, you nearly sob with the weight of your emotions for him, for what you’re both expressing without words.

At some point the rain stops, but it goes unnoticed by both of you. Neither of you get that much sleep that night.

--- taglist in reblog

[jesse-eisenberg-interview]

A list of Jesse Eisenberg's writing

I made a list of Jesse Eisenberg's writing.

2009

NOV 30 Manageable Tongue Twisters.

2010

FEB 24 Marxist-Socialists Jokes

2011

JUL 21 A Post Gender Normative Man Tries to Pick Up a Woman at a Bar

DEC 07 ACTOR & PLAYWRIGHT JESSE EISENBERG ON THE THRILL OF THE STAGE

2012

JAN 25 Courage Is Just an Act

FEB 15 Jeremy Lin Has Helped Me Through Some Pretty Tough Times

MAR 12 Jesse Eisenberg on His Lifelong Aversion to Youth Culture

MAY 24 Sushi Nozawa

JUN 06 Masgouf

JUL 09 The Whiskey Blue Bar at the W Hotel

AUG 01 TCBY

AUG 20 Robert Frost Elementary School Cafeteria

OCT 02 Organix vs. the San Gennaro Street Festival

NOV 21 Thanksgiving With Vegans

DEC 11 Body Rituals Among the Lauxesortem

2013

FEB 22 Matthew’s House

MAR 17 Marv Albert Is My Therapist

APR 15 The League, Passed Down

APR 17 I Didn’t Win Any Pulitzer Prizes This Year

APR 25 A Marriage Counselor Tries to Heckle at a Knicks Game

JUN 03 Fuddruckers and an Unreliable New Friend

JUN 24 Separation-Anxiety Sleepaway Camp

AUG 06 A Crawfish Boil and Dad’s New Family

SEP 09 A Bully Does His Research

OCT 02 A Post Gender Normative Woman Tries to Pick Up a Man at a Bar

OCT 07 Final Conversations at Pompeii

NOV 01 The Museum of Natural History and Making Compromises

NOV 12 Alexander Graham Bell’s First Five Phone Calls

DEC 12 The Ashram and Mom

2014

JAN 20 If I Was Fluent in . . .

JUN 10 Carmelo Anthony and I Debrief Our Friends After a Pickup Game at the Y.M.C.A.

2015

MAY 25 Men and Dancing

SEP 01 My Nephew Has Some Questions

SEP 09 My Spam Plays Hard to Get

NOV 22 THE GUY WHO HATED NOW YOU SEE ME, A SHORT STORY

NOV 23 An Honest Film Review

2016

JAN 27 What Do You Do When Your Mother Won’t Shut Up at The Ballet?

FEB 04 Act Like You Know

FEB 12 Why I Broke Up with the Little Mermaid

MAY 19 My Cousin Recently Became A Realtor

NOV 04 SELF-DEPRECATING HEROES

DEC 11 LOW TALK IN HIGH PLACES

2017

JAN 23 YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW

JAN 25 My Very Good Friend

FEB 01 发现肉——致中国读者

MAR 04 HAVE YOU DINED WITH US BEFORE?

NOV 14 Mongolia

2018

JAN 15 Sad Stuff on the Street

MAR 20 Thanks, Giving

MAY 14 My N.B.A. Knowledge Comes In Handy

MAY 18 One Small Blow Against Encroaching Totalitarianism: The Natural Order of the World Depends On It

MAY 31 Jesse Eisenberg on the Relentless Work Ethic of Philip Roth

DEC 05 The Cast Members and Their Crew

2019

JAN 03 MY SISTER PUSHES THE LOBSTER

NOV 21 My Two-Year-Old Requests Just One More Song Before Bed

NOV 23 Jesse Eisenberg: Recommends four contemporary plays

2021

MAR 02 Writer Courtney Zoffness and Jesse Eisenberg on the Radical Compassion of Art

2022

NOV 07 Content Warning

2023

FEB 20 A G.P.S. Route for My Anxiety

[firstkanaphans]

hii! i'm a big fan of your fanfics, and as an aspiring writer myself, sometimes I feel sad 'cause I know and feel like I won't ever be as good as you are ☹️ I know I shouldn't compare myself, and I'm trying to get better at it, so I would genuinely like to ask, are there any tips you'd give to authors out there trying to improve? either their writing skills, plot ideas, planning and stuff. thank you, either way, love you! can't wait for your next work ❣️

So, the first thing I want to say is that I have been writing for a long time. I published my first fanfic when I was 12 years old and I’m 31 now, so I’ve been actively writing for the past 19 years (!!!) with almost no break. The way someone explained it to me once was to look at your years writing like levels in a video game. I’m currently at level 19. If you’ve been writing for ten years, you’re at level 10 and it’s certainly not fair to compare yourself to me because the only thing that’s truly going to make you a better writer is to write.

I’m assuming since you called yourself an “aspiring writer” that your eventual goal is publication, so I’ll gear my recommendations towards that. Fanfiction is a completely different animal, but a lot of these tips are applicable to both. The biggest difference is that there’s a lot more freedom in fanfiction. You can write what you want without worrying about three-act structures and you don’t have to invest any work in making people care about the characters because they already do. It is worth noting, however, that if you write, you’re already a writer. 

First, I highly recommend that you read “Save the Cat” by Blake Snyder. It changed my life and I’m not even kidding. It’s an absolutely fantastic book on writing and although it’s geared towards screenwriting instead of novels, everything is still applicable. (There’s actually a newer version called Save the Cat Writes a Novel, but I’ve never actually read that one so I don’t know if it’s as good.) He goes over how to plot a story and also how to write likable characters, which is surprisingly one of the hardest parts of writing original fiction.

The second biggest tip I can give you is to let yourself write badly. Editing is easier than writing. The most important thing is to get words down on the page. You would not believe how bad my first drafts are—and that’s not just me being coy. Honestly, the next time I sit down to write a fanfic, I might save my first draft for anyone who’s interested to read because my first drafts are always bad. Like legitimately. There’s a lot of freedom in letting yourself fail and your writing will turn out better for it.

I would also recommend getting a professional critique if you are able to because you’re never truly going to know what it is you need to improve upon unless someone tells you. Signing up for a writing retreat is a great way to do this or you can look for online critiquing services. I’ve gotten several chapter critiques from Scribbler in the past and I found them very helpful.

But truly, the most important thing is to just have fun. I heard Lin-Manuel Miranda talking about writing Hamilton once and he said that what he constantly kept asking himself was, “If no one else ever sees this, will writing it still have been worth it?” And for him, it was. That’s the kind of energy I try to write with. I write what I want when I want and if I find myself struggling to write a scene because it’s boring, I do something to make it not boring instead. Change things up! Have fun! Because otherwise, what’s the point?

About six years ago, a friend of mine said virtually the same thing you did in this ask: “I’ll never be as good as you.” She had been writing for less than a year at the time. We lost touch when I left fandom to pursue original fiction, but when I came back last year, I looked her up again. She has a Tumblr ficlet pinned at the top of her page with 10K+ notes. I could never.

So don’t count yourself out yet. Just keep writing.

[atonalginger]

Snippet Sunday

Thanks for the tag @eridanidreams! Looks like you got everyone so I will extend the tag to anyone who might have a snippet they want to share.

My snippet today is from the Ranger and the Deputy fic I still haven't started uploading, lol. With Rekindling and Work-Life done I can focus on this one a little more and hopefully start uploading soon, otherwise I will just end up sharing it all in snips and wip previews lol.

anyway here's the snippet

The true shock of yesterday evening’s news hit Kitty like a wet pool noodle as she stood in the shower. When she stood with Del and the Marshal she was able to hold it together, to compartmentalize and tuck it away. She focused on discussing what she knew and where he might have gone, and then buried it down to focus on the fun evening Delgado presented her with. Now she was alone in the shower and the sadness and anger overpowered her, an angry sobbing fit taking hold. He shouldn’t have been alone, he shouldn’t have died. They shouldn’t be running head long into the unknown without properly understanding the risks. She remembered that Andreja and Matteo were also out in the Starfield chasing leads; was she going to be sent to find them dead too? Sam’s argument with Sarah played over in her head, Sarah, she barely survived that attack on Vectera and mentioned Vasco forced her to land on Kreet! She’s overwhelmed and needs rest…no she’s not fine what are you talking about? You have eyes…Just because she walked away doesn’t mean she can handle it…Vasco shouldn’t have forced her to go…No, it’s not okay…just give her a day, Sarah! The tears flowed as freely as the water from overhead as she kicked herself for not listening to Sam. She should have stood up for herself. She should have taken the risk of angering her new boss. It’s not like she chose to join willingly. Every step felt forced, like if she said no Ms. Morgan would have her tied up. Then the memory of the two dead miners hit her mind. Shot dead by those pirates who attacked. Who followed Barrett to the mine. He didn’t even seem to care. Several more were laid out, others checking over their suits and dragging people into the airlocks. Heller was on the ground, physically unharmed but clearly shaken. He looked scared when Lin sided with Barrett, ordering Kitty to leave. He’d argued too, but Lin told him it was out of their hands now. She acted like Barrett held all the power there. She heard the front door close and realized the water was starting to run cool. She calmed herself, rubbing her eyes and splashing water on her face before shutting it off and reaching for a clean towel. She didn’t want to worry Del; they had an important job ahead of them. She wanted to find who did it, wanted to make them pay. She didn’t even really care about the artifact, though she’d grab it if it was there just so whatever bad people killed Sam couldn’t have it. But that was secondary. Delgado was cooking breakfast when she wandered down the hall. He didn’t mention her puffy eyes but she knew he noted them, his smile faltering momentarily before reaching for his coffee. She appreciated that he didn’t ask, she wasn’t ready to talk about it. He’d convinced Jacob to let him at least look at the maps and mentioned heading out before lunchtime to strike them fast. He seemed to know the area and the people by the way he talked. Not the most surprising considering his job. Stories about the Freestar Rangers traveled far and wide and she’d heard some impressive tales, though she knew they were most likely exaggerated like all good stories. They were the lawmen of the FC, similar to sysdef or UC security. Unlike sysdef and UC security, they were few in number and wielded far more power, if the stories were to be believed. They would go undercover and bust smuggling rings and performed daring rescues of hostages. If anyone could figure out who did this, it would be a ranger like Delgado.

[sanrielle]

⭐️ - for the directors cut ask <3 hope you’re doing okay!!

I'm doing pretty well, thanks :D Hope you are too! Thanks for the ask :)

So this goes back a bit, but it's related to my smut fic, 'As Long As You Need Me', which was left kind of open-ended (mostly to avoid angst). I had ideas for a non-canon sequel--basically an AU--that would take place 20-25 years later. Rather than letting their issues/jobs get in the way of happiness, Toph and Sokka would end up with some accidental kids over the years and figure things out together.

I never wrote this fic, but I did write a scene. It's formatted as a diary entry from the POV of Suyin, the youngest of five. She has a twin brother named Koda, who is deaf and blind. Her other siblings are Kya (Sokka totally stole the name before Katara could use it lol), Ilia, and Lin. Suyin is meant to be ten in the fic, but she tells a story from when she was a couple years younger.

Anyway, I've dug that scene out of my dusty chest-o-abandoned-WIPs :D

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Two years ago, we went to the Lantern Festival and Mom punched a guy in the face!! It was AWESOME.

(Since she started the police force back before Kya was born, she’s good friends with the Chief so she got off with a warning.)

But anyway, here’s what happened:

“We’re going to go find our friends,” Ilia said when we got there. She and Kya always went off on their own.

“Can I go with them??” Lin begged. 

“No way! We’re not here to babysit!”

“It’s not babysitting! I’m not a little kid!”

I just kept quiet while they argued, knowing me and Koda would be staying with Mom and Dad whatever happened.

“Mom, c’mon,” Lin said. “At least let me go find my friends.”

Mom probably would’ve let her go, but Dad interrupted.

“C’mon, Lin. It’ll be fun! Remember last year, how we snuck into the parade?”

“Ugh, that was so embarrassing!”

“Oh, give it a rest,” Mom said. “You loved it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Mom was right— She and Lin had ‘borrowed’ a dragon costume and run up and down the parade with it. Me and Koda stayed with Dad and climbed onto one of the floats. It was a lot of fun because I got to climb up to the top and wave at people like I was a princess or something.

Anyway, by the time Lin gave up arguing and agreed to come with us, Kya and Ilia were gone. I wished they’d come with us and we could’ve all gone together, but I guess they’re just too grown up to hang out with their parents and siblings :(

We walked around for a little while and played some games, then went to where there were a bunch of food carts by the park and got a little bit of everything. We sat in the grass and pigged out while listening to a band.

Koda was really happy that day. I guess he could feel the beat of the music or something because he got up and started dancing, making excited, happy noises.

He’s never said any words—how would he know them?—so the noises he makes sound a little funny, I guess. He makes different sounds if he’s sad or happy or scared or mad, but I think only people in our family can tell the difference.

Another family walked past and they had a boy about my age. I saw him point at Koda and say something to his dad. I couldn’t hear them but Mom has SUPER hearing and she must’ve heard what the dad said because she got up and stomped over to him all angry. Even though I tried SO hard to listen, I don’t know what she said, but at least I got to see her punch him right in the nose!

It was HILARIOUS! The guy fell right on his BUTT and his face was all bloody! Dad got up real quick and went over there. The guy was yelling and his wife was yelling. Koda was still dancing and making noises, not caring about anything else in the world, so I got up and danced with him. When Mom was done yelling, she and Dad came back and we all danced together—even Lin!