“You’re a store clerk and oh shit I just spotted my ex please let me hide behind your desk-thing” AU
I saw this prompt earlier and I HAD to do it for Zutara!
The thing about hearing your name being called out is that it’s almost automatic to look around, even if - like Katara - you knew the voice calling it and didn’t want to. The thing about having a name like Katara’s was that ignoring it wasn’t much of an option, either - how many other Kataras were likely to be walking around? The shock of dark brown hair heading her way was, even from this distance, unmistakeable.
“Crap,” she hissed, jerking her head back around and quickening her pace, even as she knew it would do no good - Jet was on the track team. This isn’t hiding, she thought to herself as she slipped into the nearest store, some tiny teashop. This is a tactical retreat.
The empty shop was small and quaint and - most importantly - completely devoid of places to hide: it was all tiny tables and squashy chairs. The only possible place was the desk at the back where the cash register was, and she hurried across to it, ducking under the door flap to find, to her dismay, a mess of cardboard boxes on the floor behind the desk. It seemed there was only room for one person to stand, so, grimacing, she started clearing the boxes away when she heard someone clear his throat.
“Is this… a robbery?” asked the guy looking at her, who must have just emerged from a door she hadn’t noticed before - a store room, probably. “Because if it is, it’s a really bad one. I could hear you all the way from the back.”
okay honestly like? After Logan i have literally lost so much enjoyment or hype for other comic book movies. I feel like Logan straight up like, invalidated like a decade’s worth of cinema in one fucking fell swoop. I’m just going to like, watch any other comic book movie now and I may like it but in the back of my mind will be a tiny voice whispering “Damn, Logan was so much better than all of this” and then i’ll just go see Logan again
okay but Alana and Evan being friends in middle school though
Alana likes Evan because he’s one of the few kids that actually listens to her and she can tell he’s listening because even though he doesn’t say much during their conversations, the few things he says make it clear that he’s actually absorbing the information she’s telling him.
Evan likes Alana because she doesn’t mind carrying the conversation by herself and she notices things. Like she notices when he’s feeling especially anxious and she won’t mention it, she’ll just treat him like normal and give him half of her zinger because Alana is a good friend like that. She noticed that he didn’t have a pen in class once because he didn’t have a lot of pens to begin with but Jared asked if he could borrow the one pen Evan did have and Evan didn’t want to tell him no, so he let him take it, leaving Evan with nothing to take notes with, and Alana just kind of casually set her most favorite pen on his desk like it was nothing and got another pen out of her bag and went back to taking notes and Evan stared at the pen for a little bit before he picked it up and started using it. He gave it back to Alana once the class was over and she just smiled and said “anytime, Evan”
After the pen thing, Alana starts sitting in the cafeteria with Evan instead of going off to sit in teacher’s classrooms or the library at lunch. They don’t talk much because neither of them particularly want to yell to be heard over the roar of the cafeteria at lunch time, but they do their homework together or they read their books together and it’s nice. It’s like they both have a friend, and that’s really more than they ever hoped for in middle school
When it’s Alana’s birthday, she finally has someone she can invite over that she knows is coming over because they like her, not because they’re just being polite, and Evan brings her a gift that’s super carefully wrapped with sharply folded edges and like two pieces of tape and he’s super proud because he wrapped it himself after forcing Jared to play a YouTube video on how to properly wrap things like ten times because he wanted to get it just right and Alana’s parents take a ridiculous amount of pictures of them together and Evan’s voice cracks when they’re singing happy birthday and he looks all panicked for about two seconds before Alana and her parents start laughing and he laughs too because this doesn’t feel like they’re laughing at him, it feels like they’re laughing with him and that’s kind of nice
On Evan’s birthday, Alana’s parents, Heidi, and the two of them drive out to the national forest that’s like a half hour outside of town and they eat store bought birthday cake in the picnic area and then Alana and Evan go on one of the trails and get more than a little lost and end up taking the four mile trail instead of the two mile trail and it takes forever because Evan keeps stopping to point out a certain tree he really likes or to climb up one because he insists that the forest looks way cooler from up high and Alana laughs at him when he trips over tree roots or slips when he’s climbing over a fallen tree and face plants in a bunch of leaves and Evan doesn’t mind because Alana laughing at him is different than Jared laughing at him–it makes him feel kind of proud, like he’s finally the type of kid who can make his friend laugh
They go to one of the lame dances the school puts on together because Alana likes those kinds of things and Evan stands awkwardly in the corner the whole time and Alana stays with him, content to spend the dance chatting with her friend and not making a fool of herself on the dance floor. She only forces him to dance once the whole night and it’s at the end, when everyone’s gone except for the clean up crew, and it’s awkward and it’s really just the two of them jumping beside each other, but it makes Alana happy and she won’t stop talking about how fun the dance was when her parents come to pick them up and Evan thinks it’s cool that Alana can get so much enjoyment out of jumping up and down for five minutes
Evan’s constantly at Alana’s house over the summer. She drags him along to all her summer activities–she makes him volunteer at the animal shelter with her and Alana doesn’t think she’s ever seen Evan as happy as he was when he got to hold one of the kittens and it licked his hand a little bit. She drags him with her to Bible camp even though his family isn’t religious and he wins a hat because he memorized the Bible verse of the day each day for a week because he thought that was required but apparently it was not, She forces him to come to the beach with her and her parents and Evan spends half the day refusing to take his shirt off and only takes it off near the end of the afternoon because it’s sopping weight and it’s starting to chafe. They make a sand castle that Evan promptly destroys by accidentally stepping on it and Alana throws a fistful of sand at him even though she’s not really mad, she was honestly kind of expecting it, and then Evan dumps the bucket of sea water he got to fill the moat on her head and things get real. The day ends with both of them covered in wet sand and Alana’s parents trying to figure out how to get them in the car without getting everything sandy
idk I just like the idea of Alana and Evan being lonely middle schoolers together
Cursed Child is so much more enjoyable if you imagine it as J.K. Rowling, Jack Thorne and John Tiffany writing it whilst really drunk out of their minds on tequila and being like “wahahaha Voldemort having a daughter, that’s GENIUS, put THAT in!” (as a read at least, since I’ve not seen the play live.)
“Isn’t it customary
for you humans to knock before entering?” Lucifer drawled, his
shirt half pulled up as he paused a moment to question you.
You froze in place, gaze
flicking down to the bare skin of his stomach and back up to his face
as you sputtered, trying to figure out what to say. You couldn’t so
much as recall why you’d walked into the room in the first place, so
you didn’t even have an excuse to save you.
Not to be deterred,
Lucifer continued to pull up his shirt and tugged it over his head,
slipping his arms out as he cast it aside, utterly unaffected by your
presence as he starting removing his pants as well.
“Oh, I-I’m sorry”
you stammered, trying to force yourself to look away though in all
honesty you really didn’t want to.
“I don’t mind an
audience, and you never struck me as the modest type” Lucifer
teased, tugging the zipper of his pants open with a little flair as
if putting on a show for you.
I’m sure” you nearly snorted, halfheartedly averting your gaze,
though you still stole curious glances every other second. It was
easy to imagine what lay beneath the rest of his clothing, but
actually seeing it was so much more enjoyable.
“Oh, Y/N, that’s
cute… I can hear the excited scampering of your heart from all the
way over here” he mused with a sly grin, winking at you as he casually stepped
Your eyes went wide and
your reflexes begged you to take a step back, though you fought
against them as he came to stand before you, eyeing you up as he
started to ease his pants lower.
For the life of you, you
still couldn’t remember why you’d gone in there, but this seemed like
as good of a reason as any.
To get you to buy a bottle of champagne, M. Cole Chilton, the face who was always behind the counter of my neighborhood wine store in Brooklyn, would send out emails with elaborate descriptions: “I taste like sunshine, and I tell of brighter days ahead. I will make you forget that three people cheated on you last year. I will make you forget that you didn’t contribute anything to your 401(k). I will make you forget that dog sitting is not as easy as it sounds.”
Rarely have I gotten so much enjoyment from a newsletter, but also, rarely have I been so confused. Did I want to buy these wines that smelled like “Bing cherries burnt by a flaming walrus tusk and washed down with gulp of bitter Iron Goddess tea?” Yes, yes I did. Did I know what any of that meant or what to expect when I opened a bottle? God, no.
This is a common problem with the average wine consumer. In her new book, Cork Dork, writer and certified sommelier Bianca Bosker says you can teach yourself to taste.
A wonderful fan asked for a request…hoping I provided a smile on your face on this beautiful Thursday morning 🤗
Try to do one thing today, that you normally don’t do. Compliment a co-worker, take that extra second to hold the door open. Life would be so much more enjoyable with a little extra in the world !
I don’t even know how to thank everyone T_T After such an emotional few days, you all have showed me such unending support, understanding, and love. I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am to have been blessed with beautiful followers such as yourselves. I had been thinking about dropping a little something for you all (not Masquerade III since I didn’t get to write more) and then I spotted my followers count, and WOW!!
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU <3
So as a thank you and also, as an apology for taking awhile with writing the Masquerade III finale, here are some snippets of my upcoming future works that I’ll be writing after Masquerade III. Keep reading below!
Hi peeps, I’m doing okay but I wanna talk about something that I’ve been thinking about for a while now.
First of all, thank you all so much for the support and love y'all have given me. I’m very grateful for each and every one of you.
But I’ve decided to step away from VLD for a while. Still love the show, still love shallura, but the fandom and everything is stressing me too much to enjoy it.
I didn’t mean for this artblog to just be one thing, y'know? That doesn’t mean I’ll stop drawing shallura! I just want to draw other things, diversify. Do fun things for me.
I understand if you followed only for vld/shallura art, and I won’t be upset if you leave. I appreciate your time here! And, hey, I’m still fine with you reblogging my art and I’m fine with chatting about shallura! I just may not make a whole lot of content atm.
TL;DR Gonna do other things, still love shallura, and thank you so much for all the love and support
Authors Note: I kinda think this is cute and fluffy, but I don’t know. I am thinking of doing a part two to this, but again, I don’t know, haha. Thoughts and opinions welcome. I hope you enjoy this piece, kinda enjoyed thinking about it. Xx
You observe the space between the bare sheets and you sigh to yourself, the scarceness denoting that Harry is either working or he’s running early morning errands, perhaps even at the gym.
You take your time with getting up, savouring the pleasure of the bed and the warmth of the fresh coverings. There is nothing better than relaxing between the warmness of the covers, having nothing to worry about, no need to get up and go to work, just a pleasant lazy day to do nothing.
You smile as your round into the kitchen, your husband smiling before he takes a drink of what you assume is his early morning smoothie.
Every now and again after working out he indulges in a smoothie or he gets a health shake— you much prefer the smoothies, particularly his, he continuously distinguishes the ideal combinations of fruits.
“Morning!” You beam as you wander closer, admiring his fallen hair and his gym outfit compiled of nothing but a T-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts.
He beams down at you, opening his arm for a hug, “Morning, someone’s cheery.” He comments before caressing a kiss to the top of your head, a hum escaping your lips to agree with his observation.
“How was the gym?” You tenderly pull away from the hug, the scent of his cologne lingering on your shirt, something you absolutely love to inhale in warm mornings.
“Pretty good. How was sleeping in?” He questions, taking a drink of his Coral coloured resembling smoothie,
“Better if you’d sleep in with me.“
"Mhm, you know I can’t sleep in. Body just doesn’t like it.” He shrugs, “plus, I needed the workout, been slackin’ lately, no thanks to you.” He kisses the top of your nose, reminding you of how you have selfishly managed to keep him nestled into you in the mornings the last few days. Sometimes, you don’t want to share him with the world or the gym, you want him to stay in bed and cuddle with you until you are ready to get out of bed. A few muffled whines and an ‘I really don’t feel good,’ is enough for him to give in and skip the gym. It wasn’t really intentional— You can’t help the fact that sometimes his warmth, soothing touch, and cuddles is enough to make you feel better.
“What did ya get?” You challenge, your hand reaching for his smoothie but he stretches away from you, your lips already beginning to form a pout. His smoothie looks so~ good and refreshing.
"Uh-ah, yours is there.“ He gestures to the counter that holds a verdant coloured smoothie, something you have no desire to drink. His looks better, it has a delightful ocherous hue to it, much prettier than the burgeoning grass he wants you to absorb. "It’s a lot healthier than this mango thing.” He takes a drink of his smoothie, only enticing you to desire it more.
“It looks fucking gross."
"Don’t knock it until you try it. It’s kale, it’s good for you and helps with morning sickness.” He encourages, handing you the verdure resembling smoothie. You glare at Harry, already not savouring his concept of a healthy smoothie. “Taste it, that’s it.” He presses kindly, giving you his affectionate eyes and an agile kiss to the lips to convince you.
You take a sip, instantly spitting it out to the floor with a heavy sigh.
“Well, it was worth a try.” He shrugs,
“You fucking taste that.” You hand the smoothie back to him, “That is enough to erupt morning sickness, gross.” You shake your head, handing him the drink.
With a heavy sigh, he takes the smoothie and decides to try the Kale-Smoothie. Immediately, he screws his nose up at the flavour, understanding your feelings towards the disgust. “Alright, here you go, love.” He hands you his smoothie, instantly satisfying you as you taste the pleasant taste of mango on your tongue. So much more soothing and enjoyable than the Kale. “And now I’m left with the morning sickness drink.” He pouts, watching you sip on the smoothie he was deliciously appreciating.
the way it seemed like the showrunners listened to the criticisms and feedback and tweaked and fixed their story.
It’s still not perfect but man, I feel like they did Sun’s and Capheus’s stories well– and they’re not generic anymore, they delved into where they lived, the politics of their respective cities.
Also? Riley isn’t a damsel in distress– sure she’s not as science smart, a kickass fighter, or a computer expert as the other members of the cluster but she is the diplomat. She is the one who knows people who can help, and knows how to reach out to get allies. This is an important skill.
Plus, I absolutely love how the cluster works now, how seamless they are at being there for each other.
Did I mention how much better the pacing is now they don’t feel the need to Explain Everything or Give A Big Speech everytime?
I think this is one of the positive examples of a show that’s been criticized but instead of doubling down on doing stupid things actually listened, tweaked things, told their story and become so much more enjoyable because of it.