#ILL BE FREEEEE

[emiwuaidmslomc]

BOYS

I MIGHT BE OUT OF BOTH MY OVERDRAFTS BY THE END OF THE MONTH

WE FUCKING CHEERED

[qualityrain]

[lazyveran]

Kazula cuddles tysm

wrote this out in under, like, 20 minutes and havent reread it but HERE! thank u for getting my brain going anon.

(set in the arranged marriage verse, a good few years along)

“Darling—”

“Five more minutes.”

Katara huffs. Loud enough, she hopes, to rouse her wife from the document that was clearly more important to her than her own wife.

Azula huffs back. Louder, more punctuated (because of course, the blasted woman practiced her sighs, categorised them by inflection and level to convey adequate messages) and taps her caligraphy brush against the table.

“You’ve been working all day.” Katara says, internally denies the whine that carries her words, “And besides, didn’t we both agree to no work in the bedroom?”

Azula flips the parchment, places it neatly in the pile next to her. It was one that had grown in recent days, now obnoxiously tall where it was stacked on the desk.

Her wife murmurs something under her breath. Then, “Would you really have the entire east coast collapse for—” A pause. From the bed, Katara watches her tilt her head (this one was at a forty-five-degree angle – her mocking confusion angle), “cuddles?”

“Yes.”  

“Of course.” Azula sighs. “Water Tribe predilection. It’s a shame I never—”

“Do not finish that sentence.”

Azula sighs again. At once, the second document is placed on the pile, and she turns. Golden sharp eyes, hair straying into her face as undone from its top knot. It was domestic, as far as a woman like Azula could ever be.

It’s that sharp, golden softness that trails down Katara’s bare body, lingering, before neatly returning to her eyes.

“Really?” She deadpans.

Katara smirks. “Water Tribe predilection.”

She rolls her eyes. “And subtlety. Fine—” Azula rises to stand. Clad in her dressing gown, wrists and hands bared to show marred, delicate flesh, she crosses the room. “Though you’ll find I lack the energy for any extracurricular activities.”

A laugh escapes her. “Only you would call sex ‘extracurricular activities.’” Katara watches her wife roll her eyes and grins. “My love.”

She grumbles. “To think I put up with you.”

The red silk robe is laid neatly over the chaise lounge. Bared to Katara’s indulgent eye, Azula finally approaches the bed. One sharp eyebrow raises – expectant, awaiting. Requests or demands, she stills in the face of both.

Katara softens. It was a wonder, sometimes, how easily Azula trusted her, how much she’d give to her if only she asked. She often finds a fear buried deep within her throat, to ask too much of Azula and see the woman break herself apart without a thought for it.

Tempering the woman’s love was something she had never thought to do, in the years past. Since then;

“We won’t do anything, love. You’re tired, I know.” Katara cocks her head. “Only curricular activities tonight.”

Azula loosens. Though her tone is still sharp, “Must you?”

“Yes.”

“I should ask for a divorce,” She climbs into the bed.

“You won’t.”

Azula opens her arms, shifting the silken sheets to accommodate her space, “No, I won’t.”

The heat of the woman is like a blanket in of itself. Katara is greedy, she finds, in these moments where Azula surrenders. Still sharp, but oh so soft.

She wriggles into her warm embrace. Often, she wonders if Azula specifically regulated her body heat in these moments. It was never too hot, never too cold, and wrapped into the soft, steelcord of her arms, Katara thinks this is what Heaven would feel like.

Azula rests her chin on the crown of her head, tangling their legs. Pressed to her chest, she feels a delicate breath leave Azula.

“Thank you,” She murmurs. Those were rare, only whispered in the dark – the only time Azula ever relaxed.

Katara noses along her collarbone. Takes a moment to press a kiss to the halberd wound carved there. When she reaches the base of Azula’s throat, she smiles into it. She gets a shiver in response.

“Someone has to look after you.”

“Mmh,” Hands reflexively tighten around Katara. Often, Azula clings so hard it hurts. “What rotten work.”

A kiss to the hollow of her throat. “Never.”

[orpheuslament]

[alchemist-shizun]

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Couldn't get the thought of them in red out of my head and this came out you're all invited to the wedding

art taglist: @lance-alt @sasmeo-bisaster

[zipmode]

Moving out is going to be hell but the prospect of living away from my parents makes sparkles show up in the air around me and my cheeks get all rosy and my eyelashes get all big and I go yayyyy yayyy yippeeeeee ^_^

[xhollowfaerie]

aughh I had to spend my saturday at uni and my makeup came out so cute but i despise every pic i took 🥲 also it just refused to pick up any of the 20 pounds of glitter on my face 😔 i got hair dye so i can fix my hair soon, i need to go back to pink i feel so naked

+ girl dinner to celebrate surviving the worst exam season of my fucking life

[maudiemoods]

Haha the only times I'm conscious is when I'm at work or school and even then I'm disassociating haha it's killing me

[kavehayati]

The first two quotes of this web weave never fails to remind me of you 🫂✨️

METO ILL ACTUALLY CRY —

The way I was just thinking about how hard it is to talk about things for me like only a bit ago 😭 I literally just told Hal this HAHA

[fivefeetfangirl]

something something you love someone so much that it scares you

[defensivelee]

the world became a brighter place when I realized I didn't have to refine my lineart and I could just color and shade a slightly better sketch

[smallbirdhop]

i finished veilguard... removing 1000 things from my blocklist at last

[theflickersystem]

What if...heh...No I shan't say

[the-good-luck-anomaly]

HEY COMRADES. does anyone have any good sources for getting binders built for fat fooools like me.

[the-snowfall]

I think I can get my first name changed very soon :D

[alchemistys]

this is the tenth day in a row I've had a shift...7 hours every single fucking day!! and im scheduled to work the rest of this week until saturday!!! my paycheque is gonna be great but im literally about to die im so fucking so tired. probably gonna call in sick, honestly fuck work and fuck this “staffing shortage”