If you had to do a quick review for Moana what would you say?
beautiful visuals, mediocre story, nice characters, enjoyable but unnecessary ‘villain’ who is only present and relevant for like 10 minutes of the movie but has a kickass song, also lin manuel miranda so u know the songs are gonna b good
Can I just say thank you for creating your beautiful and complex stories and sharing it. I don't think that people realise that you are not obligated to share it and I just wanna say that you are amazing and that I really love your creations, specially the ones that go against the current and the ones that talk about unusual topics. I appreciate and applaud your courage. You are incredible and always make up my day when you post something. Hope you feel alright and that you have an amazing life.
Thank you so, so much for this incredible message! ;A; When I was first starting out posting my stuff online, I was absolutely terrified >.<; I still get really nervous, especially for works that I’m more personally invested in. I want to share my stories, I hope people can enjoy them, I want to know what you think of them, and I want my work to NOT be stolen and for me to be hurt for my trouble of uploading it at all >.<;;
Thank you so much for liking my work, it really does mean so much that all my self-doubt and anxiety is worth it, and it IS worth it if you enjoyed it enough to tell me. So thank YOU ;A;
that fanfic (how to end a fight? carry on!) is really funny and cute!! just genius! i agree on the airport scene but the shower scene 😍😍😍 i totally died! thank you for redirecting me to it!!!! can you please recommend me any of their fanfics with such interesting characters of 2min???
aww it’s nothing! all gratitude goes to @fayrenz for taking time to share her beautiful writing & cute stories full of well-written characters that never fail to make my - our - day.
There is more to life than him. There are cafes on cozy city corners with vintage chandeliers and that waiter that always smiles at you when you order a chai latte. There are christmas trees that shine through apartment windows and that seventy year old couple across the hall who walk around the park at 9:30 every morning. Rainy Thursdays when you’re awoken by the patter of rain on your roof and Sunday nights when the week is yours to conquer. There’s swimming in the ocean at dusk when the sky is pink and the saltwater is warm. There’s sweet wine to drink with your best friends and karaoke songs to butcher with any willing participant. There are bubble baths after a long day and a clean bed with fresh sheets. There are adventures waiting in some far off country and a boy who will look at you one day like you’re the only person in the damn world. There is more to life than heartbreak.
i. I miss you. each day that you’ve been gone has felt like a bullet hole in my chest, and whenever I try to pull it out another one takes its place. I’ve missed you so much that looking at you hurts, because all it does is bring back everything I’ve ever felt for you and suddenly I can’t breathe. so whenever you look at me and I turn away, please don’t take that as an “I hate you,” but an “I hate that I can’t look at you without dying inside.”
ii. you are beautiful. you are so lovely in your own conventional way that everyone else are flecks of brown and gray. you are wildflowers in june, the eye of a hurricane, city lights at midnight, sunlight through glass. there is nothing manufactured, nothing plastic about your eyes formed from stars and the freckled marks of the earth sprayed across your cheeks.
iii. I will never leave you. I know the last time you let me in your heart I fumbled and let it break, but please forgive me. I was blindsided and weak and I will gladly spend forever making up my mistakes to you. I have always loved you and always will, it just took me a little longer to realize. but you always knew this, and if you’re still sure then say the word and I will be too.
iv. I love you. not the kind of traditional, puppy-eyed love, but the kind that breaks down walls and can be heard from miles away. the kind that romeo and juliet died for, the kind that our grandparents live for. I love you the same way the ocean loves the shoreline, and no matter how many times I am drawn away, I will always find my way back to you.
you’re not supposed to fall in love with your roommate.
it’s not just an Elsewhere University rule, one of the many you pick up during your first few months there; it’s an every-university rule.
but she is so pretty, and you are so weak when it comes to pretty girls.
at first, it is the way the sunlight shimmers on her feather-dark hair. the way her eyes sparkle, just a little bit too much like mica. the way she moves, like a shadow sliding over bricks.
but then it is the rattle when she laughs, like her chest is hollow. it is her endless fascination for anything human. it is the way she twists her neck to smile at you when you walk into the room. it is her dedication to finishing every homework assignment, even though someone like her doesn’t have to do any homework assignments, or go to class at all.
you’re not supposed to fall in love with someone who never sleeps.
but you’ve never been good at keeping to the rules– your religion is a time-worn mixture of judaism, agnosticism, and the bits and bobs of whatever your favorite grandmother is (she never quite tells you), and you’re still not sure what your gender is (or your sexuality). old rules, unflexible, unaccepting, feel like brittle prison bars.
besides, at elsewhere u, the normal rules seem a little more fluid. changeable. as long as you keep to the traditions of the school, everything else can slide by, just a bit.
you help her keep up with the homework and decipher a few of the more colloquial phrases that your american history professor likes to use. she helps you stay unnoticed on the campus. when you walk next to her, the shadows accept you as one of them.
you ask permission before you hold her hand. you ask permission to grab her dinner when you’re getting yours. you ask permission to look at her when she’s not looking at you. she tells you yes, again and again, and again. the fae cannot lie.
your best friend, aeryn, has always been fascinated by the fae. she tells you not to trust your pretty roommate. she tells you that their rules are too complicated to understand. but your roommate, but she is like you; she was not made for rules. you begin to think that perhaps she and aeryn have a lot in common; aeryn came to elsewhere u for the fae. your roommate came for the humans.
so she tells you yes, when you ask her things; and then she starts to make requests of her own. she asks if she can hear about your childhood. she asks how much you know about other cultures. she asks if you really like her, no, like-like her, she thinks she heard the term from one of the human kids in her biology class.
you blush. you tell her yes, again and again and again.
you’re not supposed to date one of the fae. that IS an elsewhere university rule, but one that’s so obvious that nobody would ever even think to tell you.
you don’t think much of the rules, the two of you; sometimes you walk through Elsewhere with her to get to class faster, and sometimes she uses your laptop (with you as a conduit) to explore the internet. you get rid of the iron and salt, you have; except a few nails near the door (even if your roommate is fae, that doesn’t stop anyone else from trying to take your stuff).
she steals your sweatshirts. you take some of the pebbles on her bedside table to play with when you can’t pay attention during class. she teases you with extremely stretched truths, which is the best she can do about the lying rule. you buy her increasingly outrageous types of soda on amazon.
she lets her glamour drop, junior year. it is an accident. you come into the room you share, and find her studying, seven feet tall, with antlers and spindly fingers. her shimmery eyes look scared when you approach. you smile, and tell her the truth– you still like her without the glamour. how could you not, when she tells the worst puns on campus and keeps you up until 3am watching vine compilations?
you didn’t know that your first kiss would involve three rows of teeth.
you are not supposed to take the fae with you when you graduate.
but would any of the staff dare to complain if one of the students leaving campus on graduation day happens to have a suitcase full of seaglass and feathers for eyebrows?
and if the neighbors think you and your wife are a little odd, they’d probably be justified. but it’s quite okay with you, you think as you fall asleep with a phantom tail wrapped tightly around your leg. after all, nobody else in town has as much fun just looking at memes. nobody else’s s.o. can make the fire in the fireplace turn blue just by winking at it.
you’re not supposed to fall in love with your roommate. but you do it anyway, and so does she.
I’ll always love you even when you can’t stand who you are some days. I’ll always love you even when you aren’t sure with what mood you’ll be in today. I’ll always love you whether you’re happy or sad or no matter what anyone has to say. I’ll always love you and I promise to love you for as long as I live because true love never fades.
Tenari Ioapo // Confessions of a woman madly in love #13.
okay listen dude i just. my mind is continually BLOWN by the realization that the entire sequences of events in Rogue One: A Star Wars Story; everything that happens, the future of the rebellion as it is hinged on the off-chance that an anxious shaky cargo pilot wouldn’t give up or get caught or turn himself in or die or totally blow it immediately??? think about that for a second just consider it w o w BODHI ROOK WAS THAT ONE LITTLE FRAGILE PIECE WOBBLING ON THE EDGE AND THEN HE MADE THE CHOICES HE DID
there’s something gutwrenchingly beautiful and true to an entire series of incredible events resting in the trembling hands of one ordinary, uncertain, seemingly unqualified man, a man who then chooses to take those uncertain steps forward and makes himself so heroic is that not the freaking tightest ish you’ve ever heard because dang son