This lady up here is Andrea Romano, the voice director behind “Avatar: The Last Airbender,” and “The Legend of Korra.” Because of her, not only were we able to be blessed with such wonderful voice actors as Dante Basco, and Janet Varney, but it’s her direction that really helped bring to life the characters that Bryke created.
Moments that I am personally thankful for:
The way Asami’s voice shakes just a bit when she mentions her dad in the finale
Pretty much everything uttered by Zuko.
But especially in “The Day of Black Sun, Part 2,” when he confronts Ozai, and you can hear Zuko’s voice catch in his throat when he says “My father,” like he’s truly realizing just how fucked up his relationship with Ozai was.
The way Aang’s voice warbles in “The Storm,” when he says “I don’t want to talk about it,” and earlier in”Winter Solstice,” when he’s talking to Hei Bei, and you can hear his voice crack just a bit when he says “You’re upset and angry because your home was burned down.”
Korra. Need I say more?
The way Mai’s voice breaks just a bit when she breaks up with Zuko in “The Beach.”
Actually, everything related to Mai, really, given what we learned at Fan World.
Requested anonymously: A one shot where the reader has never been able to orgasm through masturbation. When Dean finds out, he offers to help.
Warning: smut, masturbation
Word Count: 2300
A/N: Hope you enjoy, anon! XOXO
“Truth or truth?” Dean asks, grinning a little sideways in that way that lets you know he’s just the right amount of drunk.
Truth or truth is the game you play when you’re both feeling a little wound up, needing to blow off some steam. You’re too old for stupid dares and too nervous for dares that might actually make you touch each other, so you settle for sticking to truths. It never amounts to anything, but you both enjoy the sexy words said in the dark as you lie together on one bed, a bottle being passed between you, like you have a life and a personality outside of monsters.
20 minutes of podcast and all Dick Wattpad does it quoting HIS OWN articles/exclusive saying ‘oh liam is it true this that i EXCLUSIVELY REVEAL back then?’ he’s literally asking liam to confirm all his “exclusives” just to show who is listening that he’s says REAL THINGS and that he gets these news because he is a great journalist, i want to VOMIT
this wasnt gdragon. this wasnt sequins and glitter and dramatic backup dancers. this wasnt arrogant lyrics or justifications to the media. this wasnt a call out or an explanation about who he is. this wasnt “getcho cray on” or “youre my heartbreaker” or anything like that.
this was kwon jiyong, the man who just wanted people to listen to him instead of hearing his voice.
In the first few months Stanley regularly phoned home just to hear his mother’s voice. Though he didn’t have enough courage to talk to her. He hoped that one day Ford would pick up the phone. But he never did.
Hand to the short curly haired man upstairs, this hadn’t been planned. It started with a bit of fun, a small prank. Although now, at this new point in time, you couldn’t remember what possessed you to think of this, you had changed your name in Sam’s phone. It was suppose to be a minor inconvenience. One you could laugh off later. Instead of “Y/n” your name read “Destiny”. The joke was a lot funnier at two in the morning as you were rushing to think of something while Sam was in the bathroom. You returned to you separate motel room next door before he was done.
yo wat if they go back to earth and when they enter earth’s orbit lance is like is there something i can call my family with cuz they probably think im dead i dont wanna shock them…and he dials their home phone number without missing a beat and his mom picks up and is like “hello?” hella confused bc there’s no caller id and lance can’t even say hello back because his brain short circuits and his throat closes up because he didn’t realize just how bad he’d wanted to hear his mom’s voice again
My darling @blacktofade‘s birthday was, uh, two months ago, so here I am, ten years late with her birthday present. ILU BB!! If this lil au seems like it should be a full-length fic, that’s because it desperately tried to be, and I had to keep chopping at it to keep it under control, like some kind of rouge hedge on meth. (Now on AO3!)
In the hours after the fight, Stiles drives and drives and drives. At first it’s late, and then it’s so late that it’s early, but he keeps on driving, fueled by anger, mostly in silence, though somewhere around the middle of Pennsylvania he thaws enough to put on some music. He stops at a rest stop just past the Ohio border to get a breakfast sandwich, and as he sits at a dirty table and eats, he thinks: shit.
Doubt begins creeping into his thoughts; maybe he’d been too hasty. Maybe he should have given Jay a chance to explain - but no, no, fuck that. He’d always made it really fucking clear that if their relationship ever got to the point where cheating seemed like a good option, he’d rather just be broken up with and yet look what fucking happened. Stiles scoffs scornfully, chucking the wrapper to his sandwich in a nearby trash can. Two and a half years down the drain.
Refreshed by a new wave of anger, Stiles heads back to his car and gets back on the highway. He manages to wrangle his phone from his pocket and, ignoring the multiple text and missed call notifications, he calls his dad, who picks up with a sigh.
“You know what time it is?” his dad asks, and Stiles looks at his dash guiltily. He’s been so worked up that he forgot about the time difference - or the fact that even on the east coast, it’s early, the sun barely above the horizon.
“Sorry,” Stiles says with a wince. “I’ll call back later.”
“It’s fine,” Dad says with another sigh. “I just got home from an overnight shift. Everything all right? You’re not usually up before ten.”
Stiles opens his mouth and then closes his mouth, startled by the raw ache in his eyes.
“Stiles?” his dad presses, somehow gentle and sharp at the same time; Stiles is worrying him.
“I’m - ” Stiles clears his throat, tapping his fingers against the wheel. “Um. How would you feel about me moving home for a while?”