#but i’m kinda really proud of it????

[zutaras-where-its-at]

Betrothal

korra turns up to the big event with a rip in her dress. (it’s not her fault asami practically forced her into one when she already said she would be arriving via-polar bear dog.)

she also turns up twenty minutes late, but that’s neither here nor there.

the party is in full swing despite the familiar frigid cold of the south pole, and her cheeks are prickling from the ride over. the sun is just a glowing ball of orange hovering over the snowy horizon, and korra watches as waiters turn on strings of pretty lights and light up bonfires to heat the outdoor establishment.

it’s a team avatar reunion of sorts. in fact, it may be the first time in history where two separate team avatars are present together.

she doesn’t know who managed to drag master toph out of her hobbit cave and all the way to the poles, but the gruff earthbender at least looks happy to eat her way through the snack table. next to her is the former fire lord, chatting passionately about something korra can’t make out. and a few feet from them is master katara, adorned in beautiful water tribe pelts and intricately carved whale-bones.

korra is in the middle of smoothing her unruly hair and looking for the nearest bar when a slim arm hooks in her elbow and warm lips press against her cheek.

“blue has always been your color,” asami says as she places a frosty champagne glass in korra’s hand.

korra just tugs grumpily at the hem of her long, thick skirt to try and disguise the tear that runs its way up to her mid-thigh. asami just eyes the slit with a mischievous sparkle that heats korra’s cheeks.

“yeah yeah, take a picture, princess. you won’t get me in another one of these for a long time.”

asami just laughs and begins to drag her into the growing crowd of partygoers. she catches a glimpse of tenzin dancing with his kids, mako flirting badly with a girl way out of his league, and even lin and suyin warming up by a fire.

korra is scanning the crowd to see if her mom and dad have made it in yet when asami abruptly halts next to master katara with a barely-concealed grin.

“she’s finally here!”

katara smiles warmly and wraps her surprisingly strong arms around korra’s shoulders. “i see this last year of avatar duties hasn’t made you any more punctual.”

she tries not to roll her eyes, even as she hugs her former master back. “yeah well, someone has to be consistent around here.”

“i think everyone is here, master katara. do you want to make your announcement now?” asami seems to almost vibrate in place, though korra can’t for the life of her figure out why.

katara just pats the younger woman on the cheek and shuffles to her old friends. korra watches with a quirked brow as the waterbender whispers something in the ex-fire lord’s ear, and then the two start to make their way to the front of the party.

“the hell was that about?” korra mutters, putting an arm around asami’s waist.

“oh hush,” her partner says, “you’ll see in a minute.”

and indeed, they do.

“friends and family!” zuko’s weathered voice calls out over the crowd of people. everyone quiets accordingly, bodies turning to curiously look at the old couple standing on the raised platform. the firebender clears his throat and raises an awkward hand in greeting. “thank you all for coming to this wonderful gathering today. i know many of you have travelled great distances—”

someone in the back shouts, “republic city represent!” and a few others laugh and cheer in agreement.

zuko smiles, wrinkles creasing his pale cheeks and shifting the scar across his eye. “yes, great distances indeed. we truly appreciate having you here.”

korra tries to sip at her champagne glass, but asami tuts and whispers, “wait!”

rolling her eyes again, she resigns herself to listening to the speech with a decidedly sober attitude.

“tonight is not just a celebration of family and friendship, however.” here, he pauses to look at the waterbender beside him, something passing between them that prods at korra’s intuition. “it is also to celebrate love and unity.”

asami squeezes her hand over korra’s at her waist. korra just furrows her brows.

“yes,” katara smoothly continues, a pink glow dusting her cheeks. then, she reaches down and interlaces her fingers with zuko’s. “we want to announce our engagement.”

there’s a second—a liminal moment in time—when everyone seems to freeze with the announcement, silence spreading over the room. but then, cheers erupt all around them. whoops and hollers drown out the soft music in the background, glasses are raised high in the air, and someone that sounds a lot like master toph even yells, ‘about damn time!’

but korra feels rooted into the ground.

her world seems to shift on its axis, vertigo causing her vision to narrow in on zuko and katara—studying the joy that emanates from their very beings, cataloguing the glassy shine to their eyes, noting carefully how they seem to take it all in with slow, even breaths—and suddenly, tears are streaming down her cheeks.

“thank you, thank you!” katara laughs heartily, shoulder leaning almost subconsciously into zuko’s broad chest. “we know it seems a little late, all things considered, but well—there’s no time like the present!”

“to sifu hotman and the sugar queen!” toph yells, and everyone toasts with vigor before the music starts back up enthusiastically.

“korra,” asami lightly shakes her shoulder. “are you okay?”

korra swipes hastily at the tears and snot that run down her face, then nods her head. “yeah, yeah i’m good.”

“are you sure?” asami’s concerned face swims in her vision as she takes their still full glasses and sets them aside. “i’m so sorry, i thought you’d be happy.”

she shakes her head. “i am happy. i’m—wow, fuck. i don’t know. it’s like something i didn’t even know i was worried about just got swept away. i just feel so…i feel so relieved. i don’t know why though.”

“oh,” asami says softly. then, “huh.”

“yeah,” korra garbles out, trying to blink away the last of the tears. “i don’t know. weird, right?”

“hmm,” asami answers, rubbing her back in soothing circles. “must be some sort of avatar stuff.”

from across the room, korra’s eyes meet katara’s. then zuko’s. something bittersweet—tender—settles in her heart as they exchange a glance that somehow means more than korra ever could understand. she’s learning that feelings don’t always need to be understood, though.

“yeah. yeah, it must be.”

[a-sketchy]

in commemoration of reload, here’s the full hamuko paintover from november

[the-strawberryfarmer]

the fantastic four 😀❤️

[ghoulishcavern]

THIS JUST IN: Big Salmon ATTACKS Local Innocent Factory Owner (BIG SALMON GETS OWNED!!!)

[lylethewaterguy]

I really regretted how I did them the first time so I decided to give it another try

[elaenim]

WIP

[theupsidedownsrealestateagent]

Steve takes Robin for a drive and doesn’t tell her where. Robin’s not paying attention, too tuned into picking a good radio station, that she doesn’t know where they are until Steve Parks.

It’s the field that Starcourt used to be. The town hasn’t figured out to do with the land yet, so for now it’s just a giant plot of land,

Steve grabs her by the hand and starts tugging her further into the field. Robin assumes Steve knows where he’s going since he keeps referring to a piece of paper.

He’s not talking, too focused on navigating and making sure Robin doesn’t trip and break her neck. He’s clearly on a mission so she stays silent, knowing when he’s ready he’ll explain.

It takes a solid five minutes, and sure Robin’s a little sweaty now but the way Steve’s entire face lit up when it seems he’s found whatever he’s looking for.

“Oh my god, I think this is it!”

Robin’s eyebrows raise up in question, “And what is, it?”

“This is. This is, the movie theater bathroom.”

Robin does a dramatic gasp, “Where it all started!”

Steve claps his hands and points at her with excitement, “Where it all started!” And he takes a seat roughly where they would’ve been that night. Robin follows his lead and sits down too.

He sighs, and Robin thinks he’s looking a little spacey. She nudges to tip of her shoe o his and asks, “So you wanna talk about why you brought me here? I know it’s not for our anniversary.” Waggles her eyebrows to let him know she’s teasing. It’s how they’ve shown each other how much they care over the years.

Steve catches her eye before looking away, “Kinda seemed like the only good spot. And y’know been wanting to tell you this for a while but it’s a little inevitable now.”

“Inevitable? If you don’t want to tell me you absolutely don’t have to”

Steve laughs, “No, no it’s not like that just I know me and I’m going to want to talk about it.” He pauses finding Robin’s eye again, taps there’s shoes together a couple of times. “I’m gay Robin.”

Robin’s face goes soft, she grabs his hands and yanks him into, because of their positions, a pretty awkward hug. “Huh and here I thought I was gay Robin.” She squeezes him lightly, kisses the top of his head.

Steve groans, “You’re the worst!”

Robin stills for a second realizing , “So, is there something going on between you and—“

“We made out last night and I’m pretty sure he’s my boyfriend. Robin I have *so* much to tell you!”

[kasieli]

When they said “blend in with the crowd,” they didn’t mean that. | From this scene in Winter Soldier because I saw it again and had to recreate it with these two

Bonus:

Feat. Poppy forgetting that Ominis is blind

[murdleandmarot]

@foxglove-woods and @t4tgempearl AUREOLIAN <333333‼️‼️‼️

[loopyhoopywrites]

‘The Oxford English Dictionary Defines Resilience As’ by Loop Laurens.

My local queer group, in collaboration with the local library, created an LGBTQ+ zine to hand out at Pride, themed around resilience. As a psychologist, resilience is a kind of humorous concept to me, because it’s one of those things everyone agrees is a good thing and people should have more of it, but no one can agree on what exactly it is or how to measure it. So when I was thinking about what I wanted to create for the zine, I starting by looking up ‘resilience’ in the dictionary, and this is what I ended up making.

I wanted to make something that balanced my trademark lighthearted humour writing with something personal and honest about my trans experience, and, somehow, I think I managed it.

Transcript below the cut.

The Oxford English Dictionary defines resilience as

the ability of a substance or object to spring back into shape; elasticity

As a trans man, I’d quite like to be less resilient.

No matter how many times I:

bind my chest

cut my hair

state my pronouns

I always spring back into shape again.

The Oxford English Dictionary also defines resilience as

the capacity to withstand or to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness

(I think that’s the one I was supposed to write about)

[aspenaspenaspenaspenaspen]

YAYYYYYY SOLINH WEEK!!

@solinhweek

[f4gwithf4ngs]

wish i had top surgery so when i make out with someone they can have their hands roam under my shirt (or even be shirtless) without me shriveling into a dried up worm

[call-me-oluss]

The bittersweet between my teeth

Trying to find the in-betweens

[mumblesplash]

don’t let the superhero costumes fool you they’re just here to shoot people 

[sombrathedragon]

wait omg.. i know you just posted someone else's request 6 minutes ago so take ur time with this but! can i request one of my ocs? (any one of them... i can send a ref sheet if you want but they're all up on their ask blog!)

but yeah also no pressure! :) hope your day's been good!

Always liked Fuji’s colors :]

[lextheraspberry]

A rediscovery, probably at midnight (color practice)