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[adriaarjcna]

Adria let out a small, humorless breath as Jason repeated what Andrea had probably hoped all along. “She figured we needed to talk,” she echoed, lips pressing into a line as she looked down. Her fingers toyed with the hem of her blazer, a quiet tremor in her hands betraying how not-okay she actually felt. The truth was, she wasn’t ready for another round of arguing. The last time they’d spoken, it had gutted her. Their voices had been raised, accusations hurled like knives, and it wasn’t just the anger that stuck with her, it was the way they’d looked at each other, like strangers. It was the way she had walked away that night, heart in her throat, too stubborn to turn back and too shattered to try again. She didn’t have another argument in her. Not with him. Not with the one person who could unravel her with a single sentence. Without responding right away, Adria stepped forward, slowly, and leaned past him to grab a beer from the cooler sitting on the counter. Her arm brushed against his as she pulled back, and the contact jolted her like static, sharp, immediate, charged. Her breath caught, and she exhaled softly, trying not to let it show. But God, her body remembered him. Every nerve ending still woke up when he was near. She popped open the beer and, with nowhere else to go emotionally or physically, hopped onto the kitchen island behind her. She needed the height, the grounding, maybe just the illusion of a little power in a situation where she felt entirely exposed. Her eyes locked with his again, vulnerable, searching. “Is there even anything else to talk about?” she asked, her voice not accusatory, but open. Honest. “Because if there is… then okay.” She took a sip of the beer, almost like she was bracing herself. “I just can’t argue with you again. I can’t do it, Jase.” Tears filled her eyes quicker than she’d hoped. She blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. Not yet. She tilted her chin up, pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth like she’d read once, it helped keep the tears in. “Do you even know how it felt?” Her voice cracked, and the emotion that had been sitting in her chest like a stone finally started to rise. “When Kate told me about you and this other woman?” Her throat tightened, her breath catching somewhere between grief and disbelief. “My entire world came falling apart.” Without thinking, she shrugged off the blazer, suddenly overwhelmed by how suffocating it felt. The room felt hot, like her skin couldn’t breathe. “If we’re going to talk—really talk—without turning it into another war,” she said, steadier now, even if her voice was thin, “then I just need to know why. Help me understand. Was I not doing it for you anymore? Did I stop being what you needed?” She shook her head, more to herself than to him. “I just need to know what made everything fall apart.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now, but her eyes never left his. “Please. Just be honest with me.”

[jjnmomoa]

Jason raised a brow at her humorless laugh and the way she echoed his words of needing to talk, because he was pretty sure it was obvious they needed to talk. Too many things were left unsaid because they fought instead of truly listening. Jason had been so hurt by her accusations, he hadn't really calmed down enough to truly talk to her; he just went right into defense mode. It had broken his heart, though, to have the one person he thought could trust him for everything and anything pretty much state that she didn't trust him. It broke him down, and when it broke him down, he just snapped and fought with her, and when she walked away that night, Adria took a big chunk of Jason with her because he truly meant it when he said it felt like so much of him was missing without her. His eyes tracked her as she moved forward and past him to get a beer. He sucked in a breath when her arm brushed against his, and there was a part of him that hated that such a simple contact would cause that kind of reaction from him. God, she drove him crazy in the best way and the worst way. As she opened her beer and then hopped up on the kitchen island behind her, Jason focused on her again, his eyes staying on hers, and he didn't pull them away. He tilted his head a little at her next words, and he read behind the lines of what she was saying, and he was about to snap at her but didn't; instead, he reined in his temper and just looked at her sadly. "You still think there's someone else?" His words had a little bit of an incredulous tone to them, because he couldn't believe that she still thought he'd been with someone else, especially when Jason thought he always made it clear that she was it for him, that he loved her. "I don't want to argue with you again either, Adria; I don't want to see those tears in your eyes. But I do want you to trust me, and you don't know how much it's killing me that you don't." It took everything in him to not move forward to comfort her, but he knew that comforting her right now wouldn't be welcome, so he stayed back. Jason was really doing his best to keep his cool, but the minute she brought up Kate and the other woman, he had to let out a long breath before speaking. "Kate is full of fucking shit, is what Kate is, because she didn't see me with no other woman," and Jason did his very best to keep his voice calm. "So if you want to talk, really talk, and this not turn into a war, Dria, you need to listen to me. There is no other woman. I don't know why Kate told you there was, but there wasn't one. I would never lie to you, and you should know that by now, so I don't know why you can't believe me when I'm telling you this." His words were sincere, and he hoped that Adria could see that, could hear that, as he looked at her. "You're the only one that has done it for me for a very long time; I wish you would see that. You're the only one that I need. I love you. So tell me why you think I would screw that all up by being seen with another woman. That doesn't make sense." Jason finally moved closer then, moving until he was right in front of Adria, his eyes still locked on hers. "Everything fell apart because Kate lied to you and told you I was with someone when I wasn't, baby, can't you see that? I'm being honest with you. I've never lied to you before; why would I start now?"

[rrrrrps]

i honestly don't know the first thing about all of that but i've seen the videos of people absolutely losing it during the movie. that must be such a rewarding feeling for you all involved. i'm totally all for you getting to choose where you go. only fair since the time's so limited. but then again, i might not be able to fully take a side until i know where you were suggesting.

[jjnmomoa]

I've seen a few videos myself of people losing it during the movie, which is a little crazy to me, but I'm glad people are enjoying themselves. And it does feel rewarding. I'm glad we've made something people like. Thank you. I feel like it should be my choice where we get to go because I'm the one that needs the break. I'll admit I was choosing places like Rome or Athens, where we can also learn a thing or two. And they want Bora Bora or the Maldives or anywhere that has a beach and where they can surf.

[ohsuestorm]

JASON MOMOA attends the ‘No Time to Die’ movie premiere in London (September 28, 2021).

[adriaarjcna]

Adria stood there, trying to steady her breath, but it was no use; the sight of him undid something in her, sharp and sudden. Looking at him felt like touching a bruise you’d tried to forget was there. It hurt to breathe, to stand still, to hold eye contact. She hadn’t planned for this. Hadn’t braced herself for the way just being in the same room as him would unravel her. Her body hesitated, her mind screaming at her to turn around and leave. Walk away before her voice cracked. Before her heart did. But her feet didn’t move. They betrayed her in the most honest way, carrying her around the kitchen island and straight to him, like they remembered the way even if the rest of her tried to forget. “You look good too,” she said softly, her voice catching just a little, as if the words had to be coaxed out of a tight throat. Her gaze dropped briefly to the beer in his hand before flitting back to his eyes. God, how had she gone so long without looking into those eyes? The ones that once made her feel seen in a way nothing else ever had. She cleared her throat and folded her arms gently across her chest, grounding herself in the gesture. For a moment, the silence stretched between them, charged, aching, familiar. She glanced upward, as if searching the ceiling for clarity, courage, or at the very least, the right thing to say. Then her eyes returned to his, still just as magnetic, still just as dangerous. “Andrea told me you wouldn’t be here,” she said, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Now I’m starting to think she lied on purpose. Wouldn’t put it past her.” She glanced toward the door, pulse pounding as she considered the escape she’d planned only a minute ago. Then she looked back at him, her expression softer now, open, and unsure. “But I can go?” she said quietly, the words landing somewhere between question and apology. “I don’t want to make this weird. I mean… it already is. But I didn’t come here to—” She paused, chewing the inside of her cheek, emotion tightening her voice. “I didn’t come here to make things more complicated. I thought I could just... make an appearance, go home, and avoid all the heavy stuff.” Her hands fidgeted for a moment before she gave a quiet, almost breathless laugh. “I should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy. Seeing you again… it’s not easy.” There was no anger in her voice. No accusation. Just the raw, aching truth of someone who still felt everything they tried so hard to bury.

[jjnmomoa]

Jason knew that seeing her in person would rip something deep within his chest; the hurt that he felt over their breakup was still so raw, so real. He hated that he couldn't reach out to her right now, that he couldn't pull her into his arms and give her the comfort he wanted to give her, because that wasn't something he could do anymore. He wasn't allowed to touch her anymore because she wasn't his anymore. He wanted her closer, but he wanted her far away too because having her close would just bring a temptation that he didn't know how to fight. Jason knew that he should leave the kitchen, but he found that his legs weren't working and he was very much stuck there. And when Adria moved closer to him, he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, but it felt right having her so close; it always felt right having her near him. His lip twitched slightly when Adria told him that he looked good, and when her eyes dropped down to the beer in his hand, his eyes moved over every inch of her and just drank in the sight of her like he wanted to etch her into his memory. Not that he needed to, of course, because she was so deep into his mind that Jason had a feeling she was never going to leave. But it was so good to see her right now, even if it hurt to see her. The silence between them was a little intense, Jason would admit, and when she crossed her arms across her chest, Jason wondered if he should be on guard, if she was going to say something that would cut the wound just a little deeper. But she didn't. His eyes locked on hers when Adria looked at him again, and he didn't look away; he couldn't look away, and he laughed at her words before shaking his head. "She told me you wouldn't be here either," he stated dryly. It was very clear that Andrea had set them both up, and he found himself nodding. "I think you're right, and she very much did this on purpose; maybe she figured we needed to talk." He sighed a little at that, because they probably did need to talk, since the last conversation they had was fighting and her accusing him of things and him getting mad that she didn't trust him. Jason watched her look at the door, and he wondered if she was thinking about making her escape, and as much as it hurt to be near her, he didn't want her to leave, so when she said that she could go, he instantly shook his head. "No, you don't need to go," his tone just as soft as hers, and a softness in his expression as he looked at her. "It's already weird, you're right, but we're adults, and we don't have to make it worse, right? We can behave." And Jason believed they could be in the same area without causing any problems because they were mature adults, and even if he didn't think he could handle being around her too much, he'd make it work for their friend's birthday. "I didn't come here to make things more complicated either; I was content staying at home and in sweats all night. But I couldn't disappoint Andrea, you know?" Her laugh made him want to let out a laugh as well, because he knew it wouldn't be easy to see her again. "I knew it wouldn't be easy seeing you. I already feel like half of me is missing without seeing you; seeing you only intensifies that," he muttered the last part, even though he knew he said it loud enough for her to hear. He hates the sadness in his voice because he doesn't want her to feel sorry for him for feeling that way; he doesn't want her to pity him. Jason brought the beer he had in his hand up to his lips and downed the rest of it, needing the alcohol and needing to focus on something that wasn't what he just said out loud.

[adriaarjcna]

The last thing Adria wanted was a party. Lately, every event, every press appearance for Andor had been little more than a box to tick off, a contract to fulfill, a smile to force. Since the breakup with Jason, she'd been avoiding most social situations like the plague. But this was Andrea’s birthday, and Andrea had sworn—promised—that he wouldn’t be there. She figured she’d show her face, stay an hour tops, then slip out with some polite excuse and finally crawl back into bed. Adria wore a sleeveless beige dress, right above her knees, that hugged her figure with minimalist precision, its high neckline lending elegance to balance the boldness of a thigh-high slit. A tailored black blazer was draped over her shoulders, equal parts effortless and commanding. Gold accents, delicate hoops, a classic wristwatch, and a barely-there bracelet, caught the light with just enough glint to hint at luxury without demanding attention. Sleek black stilettos and a structured neutral handbag completed the look. She looked every inch in control. Even if she didn’t feel it. The second she stepped into Andrea’s house, she offered quick hellos to familiar faces before quietly slipping into the kitchen. She needed a drink. No, she needed a moment. What she didn’t expect was to find Jason there. She stopped mid-step, breath catching in her throat. Her heart stuttered painfully at the sight of him, too familiar, too much and for a second, time folded. “I didn’t think you’d be here,” she said, voice softer than she meant it to be. Then, quickly—too quickly—“I mean… hi.” / @jjnmomoa

[jjnmomoa]

Jason was feeling a little run-down with all the promo he'd been doing lately, having to always be on and happy when he really felt like he had nothing to be happy about had taken its toll. It's why he was thinking about taking a vacation with his kids—to give him something to look forward to, since he hadn't felt like he'd had much to look forward to since his breakup with Adria. He'd have liked to hole himself up and hide away if his family and friends would let him, since he was taking the breakup rather hard, but seeing how it was Andrea's birthday today, he knew that he couldn't hurt his friends feelings and had to show up today. Plus, he'd been promised that Adria was too busy with a project and that she wasn't going to be coming, and that made Jason feel better, because he knew he couldn't see her right now. Getting dressed and looking presentable had felt like a chore, but soon Jason was wearing a pair of black slacks and a pink button-down shirt. He'd rolled up the sleeves on his shirt, left a few of the buttons undone, and even taken the time to fix his hair enough that he could leave it down, even if he was tempted to just throw it up into a messy bun. Jason had looked in the mirror for a few moments and wondered if anyone could see the heartbreak in his eyes and the bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep he'd been having since the breakup as well. He didn't let himself focus on that for long, he needed to get to the party because the sooner he got there, the quicker he could leave after enough time of being there. When he got to the party, he smiled and did his best to be the cheery person that everyone loved, that everyone wanted him to be. But soon it got a little too overwhelming, and he excused himself to the kitchen to grab himself something to drink and just get a break from all the people that wanted his attention and wanted his time. He was a little lost in his own head, a beer almost to his lips, when he heard the clack of heels against the floor and a slight gasp, which made him look up, and his eyes went comically wide at the sight of Adria there, looking beautiful as ever. He just stared at her for a moment, rendered speechless, before finally clearing his throat. "That makes two of us, because I didn't think you'd be here either," and his tone was just as soft, his eyes not being able to pull away from her. The awkwardness of her saying hi, though, snapped Jason back into reality and reminded him that they broke up and that she believed that he'd done the unthinkable, and that made him tense slightly, but he was still polite. "Hi, it's good seeing you. You look....good."

[jjnmomoa]

I've been going non-stop with all the Minecraft promotion, and I'll just say right now that the feedback from that movie is crazy, and I'm loving it. I loved getting to play Garrett and being so over-the-top; it was a break from some of the things I normally do. I deserve a bit of a break, though, right? Especially since I'm going to start promoting Chief of War soon as well, and that schedule is going to be just as intense as Minecraft, if not more intense. But yeah, I deserve a break, and since I deserve a break, I should get to choose where I take my break, right? Because right now I have two teenagers telling me where they want to go on my break and vetoing every place I suggest to go on my break because it seems boring to them. It's my break, which means it should be my choice, right? Or am I wrong and my teenagers are right? Don't say they're right, though, they'll be smug then. @hfrpstarters

[holysolana]

i’m saying this now so that you can hear me loud and clearly. i better see you at the grand national tour, i want to see ass shaking and rapping bar for bar if you can. i just want everyone to have a great time and enjoy the music, kendrick and i are excited to start! saturday is the big day!! @hfrpstarters

[jjnmomoa]

I was planning on coming to see the tour, though I'm not sure if I'm going to be shaking my ass or not; I might throw out my back if I did. But I will rap bar for bar, that's for sure. How did opening night go last night? I hope that it went great for you guys. Though I had a feeling it did since it's you and Kendrick, and you two are always amazing.

[soph1abush]

i really need to figure why cleantok has such a hold on me. now, if you're asking yourself, 'sophia what the fuck is cleantok?' let me tell you, it's asmr but with cleaning supplies. sometimes it's also cleaning, but it's usually in a sink or something. the person making the video will show off the cleaning supplies they're going to use and then they all have these cool sponges with designs on them and everything. they'll put those sponges in the sink or bowl or whatever and just start pouring a bunch of cleaning products in and start squeezing the sponges. it's just so oddly soothing. no waste cause they usually save whatever they've mixed together and then either use it for cleaning their homes or in other videos. has it inspired me to make my own cleaning mixes that smell absolutely amazing? yes, yes it has. please don't ever look under my kitchen sink to figure out how much i have though. anyways, now that i've babbled about my current obsession, i'm sophia and i'm very strange but how are you? and what is your current obsession? @hfrpstarters

[jjnmomoa]

As someone who is also under a hold thanks to CleanTok, I feel better about reading all of this because I was worried that I was a little crazy. It really is soothing, though I think my favorite thing to watch being cleaned is really dirty rugs for some reason. It's so satisfying once they get it fully clean and looking brand new; I feel like I've taken part in the process somehow. But I've never thought about making my own cleaning mixes, and that's a pretty interesting thing. How many things have you made so far? And what's the best scent? I would say my obsession right now is picky pads. Have you seen those? They really are soothing and help me with some things, and I can spend hours picking the beads out of the pads. I love them and they come in handy.

[famebella-deactivated20250513]

If you read the many news bylines this week of me approving Y2K looks and took a fast moment to do the math of me being barely 4 in the year of 2000, congrats you do your research. You know I am all about the aesthetics at the end of the day, I can approve something that looks good even if Im not said expert or barely forming words when it was in style. So teach me great ones, what actually made Y2K era so great?

@hfrpstarters

[jjnmomoa]

You just made me feel slightly old by saying that you were only 4 in the year 2000, because I was 20, and I feel like I need to go start digging my grave or something. But I love when looks come back into style, and there were a lot of trends in that era that were pretty cool if you ask an old dinosaur like me. Like tracksuits, bucket hats (which I could never get enough of) and low-rise jeans with baby tees were a combo I liked seeing too.

[gaybuckybarnesss]

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[jjnmomoa]

tag drop.