#i hate this shipping method omfg

[battywitch]

Where! Is! My! Packidge! 😭😠

[helloimsoverybored]

A Pretty Long Rant on RPF shippers in the context of David Tennant and Michael Sheen

the entire georgia/anna discourse is so. bullshit. because those are actual, real people, with real lives and real relationships with those around them

Regarding dt and gt, just saying, no one has five children together as part of a pr stunt. Same with Michael and Anna.

And the fact that rpf people fail to realise this is concerning- taking the "my wife" jokes quite literally. News flash, it's a fucking joke. It's not something gt and al are making up to cover up for the fact that their respective partners fell in love with each other (yes, this is an actual take i've seen on this matter)

And idk if the rpf people are just dumb or are fully aware of what they're doing, despite the fact that they're completely tearing apart the lives of real people.

Another retort I've often seen is that fans have the right to criticize celebrities. Yes, yes they do. But breaking down a marriage spanning over a decade isn't criticism! You're creating fake problems out of thin air and for what? Genuinely, for what?

Rpf shippers just automatically assume the worst in both Georgia and Anna, and you know what? God forbid women do anything. Because that's exactly what this is.

They're completely vilifying gt and al because... they're in a relationship with their "blorbo actors?" They're acting like gt/dt and al/ms are fictional characters that you can play around with like dolls but you can't play around with real people's lives! Simply put, it isn't ethical.

I feel like the rpf people just fail to understand the meaning of “real”, because I don’t even know how one can feel so alright and happy by tearing apart the lives of real people. The fact that people are finding every possible way to find problems in their current relationships to suit their fantasies is so fucking disgusting.

Okay now if you're with me so far, I'm impressed. Stay with me because I'm not done yet.

Regarding Georgia, don't rpf blogs just love to criticize her and her parenting methods? That Georgia's just lazy and only wants to drink wine, but omfg. wtf. She has fucking 5 children. I don't care what you think, managing those many kids is NOT an easy task. But also... posts I've seen on this matter never seem to bring up David? Why? Isn't he a parent? Shouldn't he also have a role in parenting? Whatever Georgia does surely won't be against what David believes, right? Wake up, rpf shippers, wake the fuck up.

David almost definitely does have a role in the parenting (anyone willing to fight me on this, come off, I'll give you the reasons) but since he’s all over London at the moment, he probably doesn’t have much time. Which means that gt has to manage 4-5 kids all by herself. So she does actually deserve a break, more than anyone else. But she doesn’t because wahoo god forbid women do anything.

And putting all that aside, what the hell gives rpf people the right to hate on her as if they know her irl. Their default behavioral status is set to mean and bitchy and that’s just. concerning. rpf people need to understand the difference between real life and fiction istfg.

Okay, i swear I'm nearing the end of this rant, please don't go yet.

Sometimes fans do have the right to speak up against an UNHEALTHY relationship. There are multiple examples all over the place where one person has expressed dissatisfaction but no one took them seriously. Except… neither gt/dt nor ms/al have expressed dissatisfaction. At all. It’s actually the exact opposite where they keep fawning for each other. There’s 0 suggestions of any of them being unhappy in their respective relationships apparent from yall overanalyzing their body language to the point where it becomes false.

Do Georgia and Anna ship themselves with each other and ship David with Michael? Yes. But that's a fucking joke. Learn to take a joke, yalls, it will get you a long way. And even if they are the ones doing the shipping, so what? That doesn’t give you the right to. It’s their lives. You’re just a person viewing their lives from a small peep hole known as Instagram.

[frostbitebakery]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

I got tagged by the lovely @thejediandthemandalorian thank you 💜💜💜

1.) How many works do you have on ao3

15

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

147,444 words

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

"Writing" is such a strong word. Codywan is the one that inspires me the most at the moment to the point I want to add little backstories.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

I Got My Head Checked

Outtakes of IGMHC

Art for IGMHC

black

Codywan Art and Hubris

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to!! When someone is kind enough to leave a reaction, I should thank them at the very least! Excuse Number 1: I get overwhelmed easily. Excuse Number 2: Especially with long or thoughtful comments, when I answer those I feel like that's the end of that interaction and I don't want that to end

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's gotta be one of the Mood Color Panties that ended with an emotional cliffhanger...

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhhhh in terms of happy ending to fic setting ratio? Probably the MCU/Snowpiercer crossover that ends somewhat like the movie wherein they discover that not everything on the outside world is dead and gone.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet? *crosses fingers*

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I have written smut. With BDSM and lingerie. But I don't feel the smut groove anymore. Once in a while I do like to dabble in erotica when drawing though

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've officially written one (1) crossover of MCU/Snowpiercer. Unofficially, I've chucked words at friends about The Covenant/Fantastic Four where Johnny Storm and Chase Collins are roommates for whatever reason and Chase is trying to close a portal to Hell and fighting off demons while Johnny is oblivious to it all until his Lucky Charms are gone.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. Plenty of art got stolen though.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yus! A smutty stucky one-shot got translated into Russian

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Does The Unlucky Ones count??? I just wanted spoopy Cody but I can't not do backstory for AUs, so my mind is churning out the lore. Then @adiduck was like, “hey, I have some ideas for TUO, how about--“ and then I buried her in the sandbox. The only bits I wrote (with Adi's blessing) are the snippets on the artworks. She is writing the fic while we both excitedly yell at each other.

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Just one???? All of them have a special place

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don't have any fic WIPs atm

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh quite a lot of people pointed out that my pacing is good, and some people like my humor! Thank you <3

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm too rushed. And like, a whole lot of technical stuff I don't know.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I like it. It can add a lot of things to the characters, plot, or setting. What I personally don't like if the words in another language are in italics.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Weiß Kreuz. It's in German and the forum it was posted on is long gone. There's an FMA fic on ff.net still. You won't find that one either.

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

I Got My Head Checked :D It started as a naive "lolol what would I want Sithywan to look like? just the once", grew to "But listen, Glimmer, it would be so funny if Sithywan is like "I need a week" as his estimation for how long he needs for Cody to spill every secret ever to him, and it ends with Sithywan just getting up in the cell like he's never been injured/tortured at all and going like "Thank you, that's all I need" like some method acting Black Widow type, but internally starting his journey of “omfg I want him carnally and emotionally””, and then it spiraled into 75k words with more catharsis for me as a person than should be possible. And a greenhouse. More IGMHC trivia!!

Oban Ouaine, Qui-Gon's Cody's Venator, is Gaelic for little green bay. I wanted a connection of Qui-Gon and his fandom plants. And I thought Oban Ouaine sounds a little bit like Obi-Wan

the original plan was that the whole Venator is like a jungle with plants everywhere. @elwenyere brought up "they have a greenhouse?" and I ran with that instead, not knowing it would turn into a central stage for hope and healing for the characters

TAG YOU'RE IT: @adiduck @elwenyere @ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing @meebles @merlyn-bane @wrennette @lttrsfrmlnrrgby and anyone who wants to bc this was fun!

[captnjacksparrow]

Omfg I CANT STAND THE DELUSIONAL SS SHIPPERS. Like, I don’t personally mind SS as a ship. It’s a backhanded, illogical ship, yes, but it could also be a truly horrid ship like ship between Kakashi and Sakura while she was still underage….

Not the point.

Anyway.

But goddamn, do I hate the SS shippers who constantly gloat about their ship becoming canon and go as far as to dismiss and be rude to those who ship something different. Like, IDK how they could be so happy, so boastful, with the current state of their ship in Next Gen. It’s so embarrassing. And, idk how they can even call whatever Sasuke and Sakura have going on a “loving, healthy marriage”. For fuck sake, Sasuke won’t even kiss his wife, also known as the mother of his child!!! Like, he’s somehow got nasty with the girl and yet refuses to kiss her!

Which only means, it’s canon that the only person Sasuke has ever kissed is Naruto���.brah 👁👄👁

If you ship the ship, good for you, I guess. But don’t sit there and brag and bow down to a ship that’s so clearly dysfunctional in canon while calling other people delusional for liking a different ship.

No matter whatever you say, Anon!!!! They will not listen to any of your reason.😔😔

There is this day, A Quora writer wrote something about Sarada. The answer was really good. Like how Sarada was designed to look like Karin and why it was intentional. Her arguments were very similar to how I felt, that is, 'A Manga Artist is someone who knows very well about how their drawings will be perceived. Kishimoto knew very well that designing Sarada similar to Karin will evoke some reaction from the readers and he wants it that way because he doesn't like SS'...

I agreed with the OP and commented my views. All of a sudden, an SS fool barged into the comment section and brought some shitty fan made facts and said how they were planned from the beginning.

It was not even an SS question to begin with. They feel threatened and come into other people's discussion and spoil the entire atmosphere.

Like I don't get these people's delusional minds. If my ship has become Canon, I would be happy and content with whatever I got and stay quiet. I have no reason to get into other people's arguements.

Why do they pounce on us for liking other ship??

Immaturity and Feeling Threatened.

They clearly knew their ship is shitty, forced, unhealthy, under-developed and hence they use any methods to defend it.

Even to the point of getting extremely vulgar and abusive. All we have to do is to block those dipshits and find solace among ourselves.

[mrstsung]

Here's some shang x me self ship dynamics.

Technically i hc i initiated the whole relationship officially. But shang showed interest before i did. But again. I made the move,i took a risk.

But shang in the same vein would totally be the type to say we are dating/banging without me knowing. Or even brag about it to his enemies. Tho we really aren't quite an item yet. As he doesn't wanna screw it up with me. Gdi shang.

Also i totally hc shang falls for the "what's updog" and "deez nutz" every, damn, time. And he hates it. Lmao

We both want kids but.....the island?...the kombat?....yeah kinda makes that difficult.

We would totally die for each other. Tho we really don't want to.

We spoil the fuck outta each other and would definitely stand up for each other....viciously.

Im the first to apologize, not gonna sugarcoat that. Shang would after me. But sometimes I'd do it just to not argue with him. Even tho he knows he's wrong. Sometimes he's the type to push buttons. Not because he genuinely means it. But because he loves seeing me riled up,flustered,or throwing hands. Lmao. This binch right here, i swear to elder gods!

Shang tsung is a Wakes up earlier than me type. He drinks his tea,watches the sun rise. And makes me feels comfortable. He tries to let me sleep as much as i can. Again he's a bastard,but a sweet one.

He is definitely the type to approach me first. Meanwhile my anxious ass is dying inside

He is also definitely the one to purpose.

I say i love you first. But when i hear him say it for the first time. Possibly some time after i say it. I would cry. Because shang i see as the type that shows it,not says it very often. But when he says it. HE MEANS IT!

He is definitely prone to hiding his feels AT FIRST,he is so tsundere af about it. Im sorry. But over time. After the ice has broke,and we establish something. Oh he is so fucking clingy. He can and will show me off. He's the tsundere at first but afterwards he's the "i fucking love my wife!" Type guy. And also the "i will kill everyone in this room if you even breathe wrong around her!" Type of guy.

Depending on the situation,we both could be oblivious. More likely me because adhd go "brrrrr" oof.

Shang is a goth nerd. Binch legit has stated he is an inventor and a sorcerer. He's a damn nerd with a goth aesthetic ok?!

I am too but im less nerd then him.

For pda, it depends. He's definitely physical. As for me. Im cuddly. And i can go either eqy verbal or physical. Im game for both. But as long as your tounge isn't down my throat,and eyes dont stare for too long. I don't really care. I don't mind pda. But i definitely am more cool with it than shang. But shang is a show off so he'd be down for pda to spite people,show me off,show his enemies or even minions whos the big dragon boss so to speak,lol. Hell sometimes he's feeling extra lovey dovey or cheeky that day. Who knows with this man?

We both "be gay,do crime" but in different methods.

He's classy,so I'll here a "darling,dear,wife,beloved,maybe even a beautiful" but sometimes I'll hear a "butterfly,blossom,my treasure,maybe a honey(omfg shang tsung saying honey! ���💖🥺. This is both wholesome but hot too because his low voice in mk11 is unf. Thnx cary hiroyuki tagawa for once again igniting my voice kink. Smfh)

As for me? I say everything and anything. I'd call him a bitch endearingly. But also bro/brah/bruh as well. Lol. Called him bao bao once,he blushed a hundred shades red. Thank the elder gods that nobody was around. He would have yelled at me. Lmfao. XD. (Look im a brat ok?....he loves this tho)

I trust more easier with him than he does me. Buuuuut he stil trusts me pretty high.

His jealousy meter and horni(tm) meter is off the fucking charts. The horni(tm) meter is more due to this binch probably hasn't gotten some in so long he's practically jumping at me the second i wash up on the beach. Lol.

But he wants to keep it cool. So he plays it off as being mysterious,dark,and badass like he usually does. But inside he's just eyeing my ass up n down like the touch starved silver fox/sneky stud he is.

His clingness is lesser than me but still pretty high. It depends on the situation and mood.

Hope this covers some of it. Tried explaining the chart a bit more.

May make more of these.

[johannas-motivational-insults]

For the DVD commentary ask, my first thought was the BDE/“no toasters” scene from Chapter 3 of Satisfaction, because the idea of a “making of” commentary over that is very funny to me for some reason. But since that probably falls quite a bit too far on the NSFW side, my fallback was the scene from Chapter 20 of Demons where Catra decides to leave the Horde. That one is probably my favorite of the story so far.

omfg, that would be hysterical but I don’t even know what I’d say about that. Your easy pick is an excellent choice though so I’ll do that! (Commentary is bolded.)

I was so excited to finally release this chapter after so much buildup of Catra becoming disillusioned with the Horde and her identity in it. It was clear to me that Catra would not leave just because something bad happened to her, that would only make her more determined to stay and prove herself, so she’d have to see people she cared about getting hurt to make that mental leap. And so, this scene was born.

Eyes scrunching shut, Catra covers her mouth in an attempt to suppress a yawn. It leaks out through her fingers all the same, high and squeaky and embarrassing. Blinking the focus back into her eyes, she flicks them around in search of witnesses. Seeing no cadets looking her way, she sighs in relief and folds her arms back together. She scowls into the sparring circle, watching but hardly paying attention. Is she really supposed to give a shit about any of this?

Don’t forget this happens the morning after Catra has her big breakdown when it hits her that she’ll never have another chance to earn Shadow Weaver’s love or approval. She’s finally at a tipping point.

A few more moves and Lonnie is victorious, slamming her opponent on his back before rolling and dragging his wrist into a devastating arm bar. He taps out and Lonnie gets a modest amount of applause as she stands. Grinning with a sweeping bow, she offers a hand to her opponent, who takes it grudgingly. Kyle and another boy take their places in the circle and Lonnie shares high fives with a few cadets on her way out. She’s nursing a sprained ankle from a couple days ago, but you wouldn’t know it by the way she struts.

When Lonnie’s eyes lock onto hers, Catra groans internally. Of course Lonnie can’t just ignore the folded ears, crossed arms and twitchy tail that very clearly say ‘leave me the fuck alone.’ No, that’s like a homing beacon for Lonnie. She’s always gotten a kick out of getting under Catra’s skin.

Well, Catra won’t give her the satisfaction. As Lonnie sidles up to her, she extends a congratulatory fist. “Nice armbar, dipshit.”

Lonnie grins, bumping it with pride. “Thanks, bitch.”

I love these two so much. Anyone who reads my fics can probably tell but I am Invested in Catralonnie. In my head this ship falls under the category ‘brotps who hate fuck.’

She turns to the circle and they stand silently side by side, watching as the next fight gets underway. In theory, anyway. Catra’s zoning out, her lips sinking into a frown as she settles back into the numb, dark, heavy place she’s been inhabiting today. Grief, she supposes, though not in the usual sense of the word. She’s not grieving that abusive witch who tormented her all those years, body and soul. No, what she’s grieving is the end of their relationship, how it’s encased in stone forever, how she’ll have no more chances to make things right. No more chances to make Shadow Weaver proud, to earn a gentle touch and kind words, to earn her pride and her trust. But that’s bullshit, and she knows it. Those things were never earned, never given fairly.

Oh, she’s starting to get it...

Catra grits her teeth, glaring straight ahead. Today’s numbness has been punctuated by occasional bursts of anger, rage so blinding it makes her wants to tear her own skin to shreds to purge the feeling from her body. (*thousand year stare into the camera*) She rides out this latest wave of fury in silence, clenching her fists but keeping her claws sheathed to avoid making a scene in public. She takes a few deep breaths, pushing them out until the sensation releases her and she sinks back into the depths.

Shadow Weaver is gone. Catra will never get what she needs. It’s over.

Girl, you need to get you some therapy.

“What’s eating you?”

Catra jumps slightly at the invasive words, turning to find Lonnie watching her with those infuriatingly smug green eyes. Licking her lips, Lonnie cracks, “I know it isn’t Adora.”

Me @ y’all:

Catra’s eyes narrow and she gives Lonnie a weak shove, prompting a laugh. “Nothing’s eating me,” she growls. “I’m fine.”

“Then why aren’t you sparring?” asks Lonnie. “Usually you love the chance to beat the shit out of some dumb human.”

“I don’t feel like it,” Catra answers flatly, mouth twitching only slightly. She doesn’t have the energy to be indignant. She doesn’t give a shit.

Damn that’s when you know Catra’s really got it bad.

Nodding with an exaggerated hum, Lonnie remarks, “You’ve been weird all day, dude. Broody, like more than normal.” (Have I mentioned how much I love Lonnie??) Catra summons the strength to shoot her a withering glare, but she’s undeterred. “You snuck into the barracks after midnight last night, then you woke me up again with your snivelling at four in the fucking morning,” she says with a glare of her own. “You owe me an explanation.”

“I don’t owe you anything, assface,” retorts Catra, jamming a threatening claw against her chest. “And I was only snivelling because I inhaled something weird up on the rooftops.”

Lonnie tips her head with a condescending smirk. “Sure, Catra.”

Yes, this is in fact a hat tip to ‘Sure, Jan.’

“I’m serious,” insists Catra. “There must’ve been some kind of spill in one of the factories.”

“Uh huh.”

Catra turns away with a glower, shaking her head. “Whatever, fuck you.”

“You wish,” snickers Lonnie.

“Ughhh!” Catra smacks her forehead with a huge sigh of exasperation. “Fine, I’ll fight you if it will get you to shut up. For fuck’s sakes, Lonnie.”

Lonnie’s preferred method of therapy is to piss people off enough that they’ll fight her and I think that’s very sexy of her.

Chuckling deeply beside her, Lonnie slings an arm around Catra’s shoulder and gives her a playful shake. “That’s my girl.”

Catra would usually shove Lonnie away in this situation, but she doesn’t this time. She’s too tired to fight the contact and needs to save her strength for the actual fight. Besides, it’s not the end of the world. Lonnie’s arm is beefy but not so heavy as to be uncomfortable. The pressure is actually kind of soothing in a way, clearing Catra’s mind and lulling her into a state of calm. Not that she would ever admit that to anyone, let alone Lonnie.

BROTPS WHO HATE FUCK Y’ALL. Okay but honestly I love that I have this relationship to work with because having someone who’s really good at getting under Catra’s skin is another way to open up her character. Lonnie is not only a loveable character she’s a very useful one for a writer who tells stories primarily through character work and relationships.

A loud thud and a howl of pain pierce the air, snapping Catra back to the moment. Her ears prick up at the familiar sound and she moves toward it on instinct, only to realize she’s half a step behind Lonnie. Humans like to say that cats aren’t pack animals, she’s heard that one many times as a reason she can’t be trusted. Catra is no more an animal than anyone else here, but she thinks Magicats must be different from their feline relatives in that way. The urge to protect her pack is overwhelming and immutable. One of her squadmates is hurt, and she needs to be there to help. Now.

Anyone who says Catra doesn’t care about other people can fucking fight me and that’s a fact.

She and Lonnie arrive at the edge of the circle to find Kyle sprawled on his stomach, moaning and writhing, pounding the floor as he tries to hold back wails of pain. It’s not immediately apparent what the problem is from Catra’s vantage point, but Rogelio is already kneeling on Kyle’s other side, telling him to breathe and that he’s going to be fine.

Okay so I fucking went 16 chapters never specifying whether the rest of the squad understood Rogelio’s language because it wasn’t clear in canon and I wanted to see if they would confirm it one way or the other, and of course as soon as I posted chapter 17 (where I specify that they can) season 4 came out and implied that they know him well enough to understand via his tone and gesturing but they don’t understand the language. So mark me down as annoyed over that. Anyway that wasn’t something I wanted to retcon so I kept it for the rest of the fic.

The instructor, some lower tier officer Catra doesn’t really know, steps into the ring. Pushing Kyle’s worried sparring partner aside, he shouts, “Enough theatrics! Get up and fight!”

Oh boy, Shadow Weaver likes to use that word on Adora too. I don’t remember if this mirrored that intentionally.

Catra feels Lonnie tense beside her, hears Rogelio snorting at Kyle that his leg is broken and he’d better stay the fuck down. Cringing in anticipation, Catra peeks over Kyle’s body and immediately wishes she hadn’t. The sight of his unnaturally bent shinbone sends a shudder of sympathy through her bones.

The instructor must not have any reptile friends (likely) or he understands and is a complete and utter asshole (also likely), because he keeps yelling at Kyle, “Come on, don’t be such a princess! I said get up, you coward!”

The boys’ wailing and snorting is getting them nowhere, so Lonnie intercedes. Gesturing down at the deformed limb, she shouts over the din. “His leg’s broken! You really think that’s a good idea?”

The instructor’s mouth falls open and he peers down at Kyle and then back up at Lonnie, his face turning red. “Don’t talk to me that way, Cadet!” he barks. “You’re running laps for the next half hour.”

Okay, Shadow Weaver Lite.

Lonnie blinks, purging her face of emotion. “I’m just trying to help. You needed a translator.”

“The next hour!” he shouts. “Wanna push it more?”

Scowling, Lonnie shakes her head tersely and begins to push her way out of the circle of cadets. Watching her go, the instructor puffs out his chest and waves a dismissive hand down at Kyle.

“Someone take this weakling to the infirmary,” he orders.

Rogelio glares up at the instructor, though to be fair the asshole probably can’t read reptilian expressions either. Lucky Hel. Rolling his whimpering boyfriend to lie on his back, which results in another howl of pain, he grunts out an apology. Then, supporting the injured leg with one massive arm and the rest of his body with the other, he scoops Kyle up and carries him away.

Okay but the bridal carry is *chef’s kiss*

As the crowd reforms around the sparring circle, the instructor claps Kyle’s partner on the shoulder and declares, “Alright, let’s get a real soldier in here to fight this guy!”

I feel really bad for this kid tbh.

The cadets erupt into cheers and several rush forward to take Kyle’s place, which results in a couple of impromptu fights as they try to push each other out of the circle. Catra is knocked back into the crowd in the process, but she doesn’t react with her usual bared teeth and claws, too busy staring slack-jawed at the chaos. Never in her life has she felt more disconnected from her surroundings, not even when she wanted to be.

At one point in her life (okay, many points), Catra would have been clamoring along with the rest of them. For a chance not just to prove herself, but to avenge her injured squadmate. But she feels no need to prove herself to this incompetent asshole of an instructor, and it’s not that kid’s fault they’re compelled to fight each other like this. He clearly felt terrible about Kyle, anyway.

As Catra watches the scene play out, watches the instructor continue to egg the cadets on, only one clear thought forms in her head.

What the fuck is wrong with these people?

Seriously. How is it weak and cowardly not to stand and fight on a broken leg? That’s not how the body works. Then again, they also like to say that deserters are weak and cowardly. Maybe they don’t know what those words even mean. Maybe weak and cowardly just means having a mind of your own.

Catra’s eyes track Lonnie as she hobbles around the room with a red face and clenched fists. Though she isn’t visibly fuming in the same way, a similar heat smolders deep in Catra’s belly, filling her mind with treasonous thoughts. The whole thing is so fucking unfair. But that’s hardly some grand revelation. Nothing that happens in the Fright Zone is fair.

So what is she even doing here?

That thought in particular makes Catra blink. Hard. She knows why she’s here, she’s been saying it over and over, clinging to these words, this need. She needs to show them they were wrong, she needs to achieve what everyone thought her incapable of. If she leaves, she’ll never do that, and everything that happened here would be for nothing. But if nothing is fair here, rising to the top says nothing about her qualifications, only her ability to work the system. A system that’s absolute bullshit.

And who does she need to prove it to, anyway? These mindless idiots submitting to an incompetant authority figure? Her temperamental former boss who put blind faith in her one day and took it away the next? Her deceased sorry excuse for a mother? Her ex-best friend who left her alone to suffer, but has since come to understand her wrongdoings? No… the only person Catra really needs to prove it to is herself. But if the system is bullshit, there’s nothing to prove, only a painful void to fill with… something.

Honestly this is a rough feeling to deal with but at least now that the illusion has been broken she can go about trying to find that thing to fill it. And no that’s not a sex joke lmao, though I suppose it could be.

Scorpia’s words from last night filter into Catra’s brain through the distant sounds of cheering and shouting. If it feels like everything is for nothing, she needs to find a way to make something of her suffering so she can be at peace. Her eyes fall on Lonnie again, her ears recalling Kyle’s sounds of agony. If she can stop other people from being hurt the way she was, would that make something of it? Would that be enough to satisfy the longing deep inside her, to heal the yawning, yearning chasm Shadow Weaver created with her rejection and cruelty, with her refusal to provide validation and affection? Catra doesn’t know.

All Catra knows is she’s done with this shit.

Catra I am so proud of you bb I love you and you deserve better.

Anyway sorry I had less coherent thoughts for this commentary but this scene makes me emotional so I got a little meme-happy. I have had many experiences like this where I was just holding, holding onto something that was unhealthy or a lost cause and then something happened and a switch flipped in my brain, releasing me from that mind trap. I really wanted to get the feeling of that experience across and I’m proud of how it turned out. It’s a great payoff scene for that whole ‘return to the Horde’ arc for Catra. I didn’t want her to leave for Adora but I also knew she wouldn’t leave for herself until she witnessed the brutality and inequality hurting someone else.

[heartlessfujoshi]

Isalea #6? I hope the idea isnt too predictable. (/>.

Hello!! Oh, man. Nope - it’s not too predictable. Now, will I go the way you think I’m going to go? ;) I hope you’ll like what I came up with! ^_^ 

Send Me A Ship and I Will Write A Kiss

6. …on a falling tear

Rating: Lemon (lots of citrus) with some feelsWord Count: 980 (omfg a legit drabble)Timeline: BBS 

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“Isa…”

He looks up at his best friend, who has that look in his eyes - the look he’s always hoping to see, and as of late he hasn’t been lucky enough. He tries to keep his eyes open, wanting to stare into Lea’s green eyes more, to bask in the love that he sees there, but due to circumstances caused by the same person he wants to look at, his eyelids fall closed as a soft moan leaves his throat.

It’s almost dawn, the sounds of Radiant Garden beginning to awaken come through his slightly opened window. Birds begin to warble, as crickets slowly begin to stop their nocturnal symphonies. His hips push down as Lea pushes forward, the redhead’s arousal going further into his body with the change. He cries out, as a few tears begin to slip from his eyes, the pain almost unbearable to push through.

“Isa, look at me.” He blinks a few times, willing the tears to go away as the pain is slow to dissipate. No matter how often they share in this intimate act together, the redhead’s plump arousal has a devil of a time working itself into his body. Even when he’s brought to the edge as Lea tries to get his body as ready as possible, it still is never enough. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“D-Don’t you…dare…” Isa groans low, as another tear falls from his the corner of his eye. “It’ll be…okay….soon…” He whispers, trying to will his body to stop fighting against the intrusion of the redhead’s arousal buried in his ass.

Lips touch his cheek, causing a soft moan to leave his throat as the tears that have fallen are kissed away by his best friend. “I hate hurting you…” Lea whispers into his ear, as their chests come closer together. “Why do we do this if it hurts…?”

“Because…” He releases a soft moan, then feels his body accept Lea. “Nnngh….Because it feels…so good…” Unclenching his fingers from the bedsheet, he brings his arms to wrap them around Lea’s neck. “You know it feels good…”

“Yeah, but I hate seeing you cry.” Lea whispers, Isa noticing a few tears falling from his best friend’s eyes. “I hate hurting you.”

Bringing his lips up to his face, he kisses away the tears that seem to happen on command for the redhead. “Idiot.” He whispers against his lips, after another powerful thrust has him yearning for more. “I’m the one in pain, not you. No reason for you to cry.”

“I’m a sympathetic crier.”

“No kidding.”

A rough thrust has the smirk on his face disappearing, as he pushes himself down more onto Lea’s girth. “So mean to me, Isa.”

“You love it.” He returns, as they stare at each other. His head drops back down onto the pillow, his mouth twisting as the tip of Lea’s arousal pushes up against that special spot. He doesn’t have to tell Lea to do it again, as the sounds of his moans change pitch every single time Lea’s hips snap forward. “L-Lea…”

Their words stop, as the pleasure begins to take hold of the both of them. It’s this moment that makes the tears worth it, as nothing else in the world feels as good as how his body feels when he’s about to lose himself to total euphoria. His hips move counter to Lea’s, the two of them still learning the rhythm for how this is supposed to go. And they are both on board with the ‘practice makes perfect’ method, as is evidenced by sharing this carnal act a third time for the night.

His hand snakes between their bodies, and with every thrust, he tugs on his own arousal, his orgasm on the cusp of consuming him. One final look up into green eyes, and he’s losing himself, keeping his noises quiet as they don’t want to wake the neighborhood. He feels Lea’s face press against his neck, then hears him moan against his skin as warm fluid begins to stick to his inner walls, Isa releasing another soft groan as he gives his arousal one more tug to prolong this rapture.

They look at each other, as Lea slips out of him, both grunting with the lost connection. He pouts his lips, and feels Lea accept the invitation to kiss him, as he turns to lay on his side, not wanting to get his bed messier than it already is. The soft touch of tissue against both his front and his back has him hiding his own face against Lea’s neck, his best friend kissing his cheek as an apology.

Getting back under his covers, Lea’s green eyes look into his own. “You know I hate it when you cry.” Lea keeps his voice quiet. “Do you think it’ll stop soon?”

“I guess we’ll just have to keep having sex until it does.” He smirks, before bringing his head to rest under Lea’s chin. “And don’t worry - even if I cry, it’s not a bad hurt. You could never hurt me, Lea.”

“I hope not. That would destroy me, Isa.”

He lifts his head, and kisses the corner of his lips. “I’m fine, Lea. Let’s get some sleep.”

“Okay. But I mean it, if it hurts too much-”

“Don’t worry.” He gives him a little bit of a hug, before a yawn escapes his mouth. “I love you, idiot.”

“I love you too, crybaby.”

If either of them should be called that, it would be Lea - but it somehow seems fitting with this new evolution of their relationship. Isa falls asleep with a smile on his face, and a slight painful throb in his butt - one that he knows how to take away the pain. More tears might happen, but they will be worth it - that much he’s certain about.