I like to think that Liu Kang brought Madam Bo the children and she didn't even want to sit with them at first. But Liu Kang insists, because from old memory he knew that Bo Rai Cho was his favorite teacher and wanted to learn the new Lao and Raiden from the new version.

At first Madam Bo ignored them, but she soon warmed to them and became like a strict mother to them. Lao even thought that she hated him (in fact, he was her favorite (according to the law of meanness, the most rabid are loved more)), but in the future it would be Kung Lao who would know better than anyone that Madame Bo is an incredibly strong woman

Yes, Lao even stole cookies as a child because he eats more. I even have an idea that when Liu Kang comes to visit Madam Bo after a while to ask how she is doing, she jokes that these children have sucked the very soul out of her. Liu Kang asks her: Should I take them then?

And Madam Bo immediately becomes serious and says a firm no, since she already loved them as her own sons

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I'm really sorry, if there's mistakes in text, but i translated it in Google 🥹🥹🥹

lxl are the only ones who can get married twice and go on two honeymoons without being a canon couple (yet…?)

Look at them 😭

JACKALOPE VALENTINE'S DAY REQUESTS pt 1 🦌💜🐰

cpfs favorite “thing” on weibo right now, their family of three. 💕 i am so weak for this! it’s so cute! and as usual, the editing is so good too!

source.

SU SU SU SUPER NOVA !!!

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Killua glances up, pouting.

“W-What…?”

Gon smiles softly.

“Nothing, just you’re so cute-”

Killua cuts him off by pressing his face into his bicep, and Gon laughs.

He’s just proving his point.

kerblam is such a crazy episode (insult) like how is it that like 80% of the episodes of this show so far have been dedicated to "phone bad" but suddenly phone is ok and amazon is a great company it's just some employees are soooo crazy when it comes to wanting human rights 😐

Sea slugs, that's all :)

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HESITANT COVENANT

Eddie: What happened in 1812? Nancy: The War of 1812. Eddie: When was it? Steve: 1812. Eddie: What happened then? Robin: War.

4.93 MILLION PREORDERS??????????????????????????

ehehehehe related to one of the autumn couple prompts. did u know one of their first dates was apple-picking 🍎

why would you open a hotpot restaurant in zaragoza A TOMAR POR CULO😭😭😭😭

Throwback to when I found an old fanfic of Helnik that I wrote when I was 12. might be kind of spicy, but I know some of you internet dwellers are into that

"Must I really put on this silly costume?" Matthias wondered aloud as he pulled on a torn tunic that apparently was supposed to resemble a barbarian.

"Yes! It adds a little bit of fun for your first time", Nina said from behind the other door. However she did it, Matthias would never know. Nina had (somehow) managed to convince him to play this silly little game of barbarian and the princess. He didn't know why they couldn't just consumate their marriage like normal newlyweds. But then again, nothing about how they met and they were with each other was normal either.

"all right, I am ready, are you"? nina said

"yes," matthias said as he straitened his tunic. This was it. This was when he was going to make love to the woman he loved the most. The Irony of him ending up with a grisha was astonishing.

Nina waltzed out from behind the door, and Matthias's breath caught in his throat, and he wondered is she could hear his heartbeat. But, then again, she could hear everybodys heartbeat. She was wearing the most fitting dress for her body, as if it was made for her curves. She was wearing a tight corset, which just to happened to be pushing her bosom up and out. She was wearing and a skirt, but he could hardly call it that. A skirt was conservative, and covered a lady form waist to ankles. The thing was was wearing had two VERY long slits on each side, giving way to her bare hips. Matthias had been silent fro over a minute, just taking in her magnetic beauty.

"Ahem? I didn't get this breath-taking just for you to stare. Do you have your script"? Nina said impatiently.

"oh, uh, yes". Matthias said as he fumbled out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Your elegance, I have captured you, and you will be my prisoner until your kingdom comes to save you". Matthias had his head down reading off the paper, and he hadn't noticed that Nina had walked across the span of the room, coming to a stop directly in front of matthias. He looked up, and there she was, looking up at him with those seductive eyes.

"oh, babink", she said, her eyes looking him up and down. It's as hif she was touching him with her mind. "whatever will I do? who knows when my kingdom will come and save me. What will you do to me? I presume torture"?

matthias paused for a moment, yet again being start struck with her sexiness. "oh, uh..." he scanned the page until he found his part, but then went red.

"Nina, you want me to read this"?

"you only have that line left, then you're done! please?" He was helpless when she pleaded.

"allright, ahem. A type of torture." he read. Then when she didn't reply after a short few seconds, looking at him expectedly, he took that as his cue to kiss her.

he took her head in his hands, and pulled her onto him, kissing her passionetly. She embraced him with equal passion, and when she felt his excitement press against her leg, she smiled.

Soon Matthias's hand had found nina's thighs, feeling their warmth. He then proceeded to pick her up, front facing, all while simultaneously kissing her. They reached the bed, and dropped her down first, with his body over top of her. They still hadn't come up for air, but he felt he could drown in her.

She pulled away form him, only to flip him onto the bed.

He assisted in taking off her corset, and she pulled off the torn tunic.

They proceeded to kept on kissing until, well, until they both were completly naked. And she looked to mischievious as she crawled onto his lap. Matthias watched as she settled onto him, and he dropped his head back in pleasure. She started grinding back and forth her knees digging into the mattress below them. She was going far to slow for the hinger he was feeling within him. Perhap she was doing that on purpose, but he wanted to find what great feeling would happen at the end of this. So he grabbed her and flipped her back over.

They went on until they both shook with the end of their pleasure. They went to bed that night with smiles, knowing that they would be together until they became old, and died. Matthias was perfectly happy with that surety as he eyes closed into sleep.

hey so. was anyone gonna tell me that last year I wrote *the* most tender lonan & harrison moment in feeding habits ORRRRR (harrison cuts lonan’s hair):

On the floor, Harrison eases Lonan’s skull over his knee and mimics what Suzanna does for him every other month: a modest section between his index and middle finger, then a tentative snip. A section. A snip. As he cuts, chips of Lonan’s hair falling to the tile, he notes the geography of Lonan’s skull, rough with uneven hair. He’s so focused on taming it all to one length that at first, he doesn’t notice when Lonan flushes crimson all the way to his throat. How he blinks rapidly to dislodge the tears netting his eyelashes, and eventually covers his face with his hands. Harrison snips again, and Lonan makes a strangled noise, like an animal’s cry. Tentative at first, like a short clearing of the throat, and then ugly, like a caribou dying. Harrison clenches his jaw, knowing it’ll only be harder to cut Lonan’s hair if he too starts to cry, but that doesn’t matter. Within seconds, his eyes swell, and as he snips, hair scattering like both of their old lives dissipating, he smooths his free thumb over Lonan’s forehead. He doesn’t know what else to do. How to imbue comfort. He’s not like Suzanna who understands that sometimes a person just needs another person to appear with a plate of papas, or a rented chick flick, and just be there. Within minutes, Lonan’s hair is at a new normal: shorter than it’s been in years, but in shape to regrow. Harrison sets the scissors onto the tile. He cups Lonan’s cheek with his palm, brings his forehead so close to his that they nearly touch. And he’s there. A bamboo stake waiting for a strand of ivy to give it new purpose.