#i had to dig a bit

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

Your ATLA posting has brought me joy! And also makes me wonder, do you have any zutara fic recs? Perchance? 🥺

Omg!!! Thank you And I'm so glad. 🥰 I love the show and my love for Zutara knows no bounds! Lol.

As for recs, I haven't been reading a lot lately (in any fandom) so I don't have many (and some are E that I can link in the replies if you want them) but here are ones I remember being absolute bangers:

(forgive me: most of them are from ffn.net and years old lol. Once I start reading more on AO3 I'll come back and rec those too!)

The series says E but most of the fics are not. It's a classic so I wouldn't be surprised if you already know of it! (I originally read it on ffn.net)

Such a good play off of the Ember Island Players

My favorite fic that incorporates the LoK! Also pregnancy! It has one sequel.

So good!!! Such a good mix of Avatar and The Hunger Games (there's sequels for this one!) warning: it does follow the Hunger Games format so there's death and blood and sadness but I think it's so good!

Let me know if you want more!

[hipsternumbertwo]

You're a Nepo Baby, Angela!

[im-kinno-hello]

and if i made a comic about them making a blog for the weird demon dog they found in the woods just because they are being brainwashed by it and it told them they need to spread the word of what word they don’t even fucking know?

[robininthelabyrinth]

how I learned to stop worrying and love my spouse - ao3 - Chapter 6

Pairing: Wen Ruohan/Lan Qiren, past Wen Ruohan/Sect Leader Nie

Summary:

Wen Ruohan was having a no-good, bad, awful, terrible sort of day. The sort of day that you don’t just get over. The sort of day that was so bad that it changed your entire outlook on life, usually in a negative way. Or, well, he had been, but that was before a juvenile Lan proposed to marry him. Marry! Him! What a ridiculous idea! (Wen Ruohan accepts.)

NOTE: this is not a chapter

For anyone who may have missed the initial author’s note, this fic was written and then abandoned due to me hitting writers’ block and overall depression very hard. Rather than let it continue to just sit in my files, I decided to post it and the outline of where it was going to go - if one day I decide to come back to it, I’ll probably take down the outline and post the remainder (which may grow to be a very different thing!), but for now, this is what I’ve got.

My outline process is actually usually a very random collection of ideas (literally a few words or sentences) and the story gets mapped out as it is written. However, in the interest of trying to convey the vibes, I’ve tried to consolidate and clarify all of my ideas and lay out the entire general story arc. It took forever and is still incomplete, but hope you enjoy anyway.

[identifying-cellphones-in-posts]

Super slow day at work so I identified and labeled every recycled android we have in our parts bin.

Isn't it beautiful

[antisocialxconstruct]

man who can literally read minds but can't conceive of someone genuinely enjoying his company 😬 I did most of this with act one of GC in mind but I couldn't resist doing a little bonus Ilya from later in the story lmao

original template by kogoyun, I did slice it up a bit because trying to view tall images on desktop is hell

[killertoons]

Y'all I'm doing flower language studying to find videos I'm losing it-

[askchilchuck]

whos your favorite member among the party?

I’d say Namari. We get along really well, and she’s the only one who never treated me like a kid when we first met.

[gingermintpepper]

"I wanted, more than anything, to make you proud." No longer does his son bend his head. He meets him in his eyes - richest brown to clearest blue. Zeus cannot help but search for that little toddling thing that once sough refuge at his knees. When did Ares grow so large? When did his shoulders get so broad? "Why can't you just be proud of me?" What is it that Phoebus always says? That children can tell their parents have favourites even when they themselves don't know? It almost brings a smile to his face. How alike they both are, even now. Mirrors, the two of them, and they don't even know it. "What good would my pride do you now, Ares?" Ares recoils as though he's been struck. As ever, it is the wrong thing to say. Maybe there's never been a right thing to say. Or maybe the both of them are fools. Caught up in this perpetual dog-and-horse show; the son who wants his father's approval and the father who does not know what that means. All the wisdom in the cosmos can't give him that knowledge. "...Good talk, Father. Truly." That blood-red hair is a windswept flag as Ares leaves. Zeus swears it had been only up to his nape when they'd started speaking. The door slams shut, it rattles all his charts and maps, the vases with Hera's flowers sat pretty on his table. Then, there is silence. Then, there is regret. Well, Metis, look what a mess he's made now.

[simcardiac-arrested]

never volunteer for anything university related man. also go listen to this

[dracocheesecake]

Someone please tell me I'm not alone here:

Is anyone else just maybe perhaps a lliiitttle teensy weensy bit thirsty for Besteel? Or am I alone here?

[binouchetruc]

red cane of somaria or blue cane of byrna?

[penofwildfire]

It's completely impossible for me to not see Garmadon as autistic at this point like the man's whole life and arc is an autism metaphor

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Because he has such a soft voice, I feel like i always forget Gerojim is another MASSIVE drama nerd.

Working theory that all Bugnarak are theater kids.

[gracefireheart]

Since I'm going into the detailing / decorating stage of my build project, I decided to create a new thread post or whatever you wanna call this. In case you want to see the process of the build part of it, here's the link to that thread.

Rn, I've gotten down the sorta fencing of the garden, the kinda rafters, and the lil' garden area of the first floor. Hopefully, no endermen are able to pick up any of the moss blocks due to the moss carpets, pink petals, and other decor that's in the way.

[agentark]

been thinking of my ocs signature scents for awhile. Rose is the desert, just before a thunderstorm.

Mason has never liked the desert. Hates the inescapable sunlight, and the dust, and the way the chill of the nights is nearly as bad as the heat of the day.

But when Rose rolls over in her sleep, slots herself into the dips and divots of his side, when his senses are overwhelmed by the enormity of her presence, he can't think of anything else. Because as he breathes her in, suddenly he's staring straight up the face of a pillar of stone, and she stands at the top. Nose buried in her hair, he's reminded of watching a thunderstorm roll in; cracks of lightning and the smell of rain carried towards him on the wind. He allows himself to doze for awhile, lost in memories that are surprisingly less grating than they used to be, and too comfortable surrounded by her warmth to get up just yet.

Months later, when they're in Nevada cleaning up Unit Sierra's mess, he feels oddly at ease.

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I think of this as...just what she smells like, figuratively, sans perfume, but if I had to pick fragrances I think she would wear:

High Desert

Yesterday Haze