#kick life in the butt

[neoriqua]

kind of late, but this is what their dynamic was to me during Secret life. Pathetic man and a vaguely threatening arsonist. them.

[the-patrex]

missy having a snack?

She deserves it

[nijimurasx]

Heroes are forgettable. They try to save the world... but villains are the ones who change it.

Happy Birthday to Touya Dabi Todoroki! 🔥 [1.18]

[horsechestnut]

My Bat Academy AU is fun because it's like:

Dick is Luther because he's the leader. Cass is Luther because she was the one caught in the explosion. Damian is Luther because he's the one to who was sent away on an "important mission".

Damian is Diego because he's the one who's still acting as a superhero. Jason is Diego because he's the maddest at Bruce. Dick is Diego because he's got connections to the police force.

Duke is Allison because he's the one not using his powers. Tim is Allison because he's the one who messed with Steph's memories. Cass is Allison because she's the one holding the gun at the end.

Jason is Klaus because he's the one who gets captured. Tim is Klaus because he's our connection to Jason. Cass is Klaus because she's the one struggling with her powers. Damian is Klaus because he's the one everyone brushes off.

Tim is Five because he's the one who went missing. Duke is Five because he's doing the eyeball plot line. Dick is Five because he's the one convinced the world is going to end. Damian is Five because he's the one with a connection to the commission.

Jason is Ben because he's the one who died. Dick is Ben because he's the one with a "Jennifer Incident". Tim is Ben because he was the least interested in being a superhero.

...and Stephanie is Viktor.

(pt 1, pt 2)

[inamindfarfaraway]

I need to clarify that Duke Thomas did not create the We Are Robin movement. It was already up and running, albeit in its early days, when he joined. He was the last addition to his cell. This is their first appearance.

From left to right, not counting the guys who’ve been and are being knocked out: Duke, Izzy Ortiz, Troy Walker, Daxton Chill, Riko Sheridan and Andre Cipriani. Duke is down here looking for his missing, Joker-gassed parents among the homeless. The others are here to foil a terrorist cult of homeless people, and also because their shadowy true leader has his eye on Duke and specifically sent them to give him the chance to sign up. Duke jumps into their dangerous mission like the hero he is. That same day, Troy dies. He stays behind to defuse a bomb and can’t, while his close friends and teammates, and Duke who just got here, escape on a train. In the wake of this trauma, Duke decides that he doesn’t care that that could happen to him. He wants to be a hero.

He goes on to be one of the network’s most influential and accomplished members, being a natural leader and impressing the official Robins the most (along with his friends, they’re the best team). The movement really takes off after he joins. Mostly due to exponential expanding numbers, but partly due to him. So I understand why fans think he started it, on top of him being the obvious choice as the one who becomes a proper Bat. But he didn’t.

We never learn the original amateur Robin’s name. It could have been anyone. An unseen, unremarkable background character lit a spark that set Gotham ablaze. I think that’s pretty beautiful. It definitely fits for the comic’s themes of community, being part of something greater than yourself and how ordinary people collectively can have a powerful impact that transcends their individual weakness. What’s important is that We Are Robin exists and endures. That we are all Robins together. It’s the “Anyone can be Spider-Man” idea from the Spider-Verse movies with no superpowers attached.

So who is the mysterious mastermind, the reason Duke enlisted in the first place?

Alfred Pennyworth. He either founded or cofounded We Are Robin himself or stepped in to organize and equip the very first wave of kids. He acts anonymously in disguises or online, using the handle the Nest. He gives his recruits special phones that connect them to him and each other, their armoured uniforms, information and weapons if they need them. Some, like Dax with his wrench and later handmade grappling hook guns, prefer their own tools. But he does tell Dax the key to making the grapple guns compact.

Stop joking about Duke founding a teen vigilante street gang. Alfred founding a teen vigilante street gang is much funnier. He should never hear the end of it. It’s implied that he did it all independently and kept it secret from the rest of the Batfamily, so they might not even know about it until Duke, who figured it out during his first meeting with Alfred out of disguise, informs them. And Duke’s real origin story needs no exaggeration. It shows him to be a proactive, altruistic menace with no regard for rules or his own safety just fine.

[brunetteaura]

going on a heavy restriction of the use of my phone because its ruining my life and genuinely not letting me do things that i want to do consistently bc they feel too hard. i wont live my best life and evolve if i check my phone first thing in the morning if i dont let myself be in silence for the most part of the day and have my hands free if instead of journaling before sleep i go on tumblr and ruin my sleep schedule due to procrastination of that and so and so. like yeah i get things done but i dont like the pacing and the fact that even an hour of my day is being wasted on this stupid device in a mindless way i really want to put my whole attention into this ive already been asking myself a lot of the times what is it that i wanna do so ive been using my phone way less compared to previous years but i need to be more concentrated more focused and serious about it its genuinely a problem like what sense does it make to want to do something and then do it half assed and lazily. feel/think -> action -> result i will put my heart into things because its what i deserve to give to myself

[chubbyreaderchan]

Fem!Y/n (specifically with boobs bc I can't stop thinking about this)

Y/n: So... Like... When I turn and I sleep with you guys upside down....

David: Yeah?

Y/n: Won't my boobs just be on full display because gravity? My shirt would just *motions shirt riding up*

Paul: *grinning and imagining their boobs all on display* What's wrong with that?

Y/n: *throws magazine at Paul*

[wataksampingan]

if I may, for no apparent reason, proudly present:

Them✨️

(Spoiler (sorta, kinda) images under the cut)

ngl, I got taken in by IG reels and thought Edith/Suna would indeed run off with Rhynon (coz that wouldn't be typical) so I started reading casually out of curiosity. As it turns out, they don't in fact run off together and end the plot in 3 chapters, coz that's not the untypical bit of the story.

Then this happened:

"They barely interact!"-

oh sweet child, newborn fledgling, babe of light and innocence: I was forged in the fires of shonen manga and anime in the 2000s; I was there in the age of the "crack pairing"; I stood witness as entire LiveJournal communities were born of two characters just being in the same frame of an opening sequence

"you cannot kill me in a way that matters"

also my username literally means side character so if not me then whomst

OK back to underrated comedy king and queen Theo and Perry

[hanzajesthanza]

dandelion is indeed the worst but if he’s not present in the next book i would legitimately be sorrowful as the whole thing will become a slog . you basically cannot have the “short stories” era-of-the-timeline iteration of geralt without dandelion, it would be like eating unbuttered bread.

though it’s not like season of storms did them dirty, i wasn’t disappointed with it (… with regards to them), but since it’s literally been over 20 years since the saga was finished i’m trying to prepare for any potential reality

[revenantpoet]

Calcifer plushie, maybe? If there's any interest? 👀

[generalllimaginesss]

The End of Things as We Know it

Pt. twoooo

part 1 is here

The 4 months between the time that Y/N had left Quinn and the present day had resulted in him being in a constant state of autopilot. It felt like everything he did was out of instinct, like he was doing everything he could to just survive. Quinn was fully capable of taking care of himself without Y/N, or any girl for that matter, but the way Y/N had gone about leaving him was as if the rug that he was standing on had been pulled out from underneath him, knocking the breath out of him and struggling to get back up.

When you share your life with somebody for 6 years, fully expecting to marry them one day, their sudden absence hurts like hell. One minute Quinn caught himself going to text her number about something funny that Elias had told him, but the next he wanted to delete her number, block her on everything, and never look back. He could never bring himself to actually do it, hoping that one random morning he'd wake up with a text explaining how it was a mistake and she decided she wanted to move with him to Vancouver. Very unrealistic, but he held out hope for it.

It felt like the days were meshing together, the line between yesterday, today, and tomorrow running thin. His teammates had tried to help him get over this slump, and their attempts worked sometimes. But they only ever lasted temporarily. They set up dates for him, but Quinn could never commit to a second date. He found that no girl stood a chance to take Y/N's spot. They were all plastic, all the same with a personality that was mediocre, at best, when compared to Y/N.

"Q, you ready?" Petey nudged him with his shoulder, hoping to bring him out of his trance and back to boarding the plane for their game in Florida. Petey knew this would be a rough game, seeing as it would be the closest that Quinn had been to Y/N since they had broke up, and he was still three and a half hours away from her.

"Yeah, sorry," Quinn gathered his backpack and loaded onto the plane, sitting between Elias and the window.

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After that first very awkward meeting with Matthew and Y/N, they hit it off pretty quickly. When Y/N had explained how she was Quinn Hughes' ex, he wished she would have been anybody else's ex girlfriend in the NHL. He felt guilty at first, not wanting to hurt Quinn even more than he probably was. He kept Quinn in the back of his mind for the first month that him and Y/N were talking, trying to talk himself out of falling for the girl, but he soon realized that trying to push those feeling to the back of his mind made him pine after her even more.

Y/N was a little hesitant at first, knowing that the Tkachuks and Hughes family were fairly close. As time went by though, she confided in Matthew more and more. Not only did she explain to Matthew why she broke up with Quinn, she assured him that Quinn was the best boyfriend, and only serious one that she had ever had.

Instead of feeling threatened or jealous of this, Matthew respected it. However, it made falling for Y/N even worse. He wished like hell that they had left on bad terms, that way he wouldn't feel like he was stealing Y/N and he would feel slightly less guilty for the feelings that he harbored concerning the girl.

"I'm packing my bag and then I'm headed to Matt's," The phone was pressed against Y/N's ear using her shoulder as she folded a few pairs of pants and shirts to place into her bag.

"Oh, okay Miss Ma'am...does this make this, what, the fourth time you spend the weekend with him?" Y/N didn't have to be face to face with Collins to know that she was wearing a smirk and a suggestive eyebrow.

"Something like that," Y/N mumbled, but couldn't fight the smile that was creeping onto her face.

"You know they're playing Vancouver though, right?" Collins was worried for her friend. She had seen Y/N go through the heartbreak after her relationship with Quinn, but watching her personality blossom with Matt had given her hope that Y/N was over the Canuck's player.

"The way I see it is that there are so many places to go in Miami that there's no way me and Matt will run into him. Even if we do, it wouldn't kill me to see him. I'm in a really good place right now, with a really good job. I'm a quarter of the way done with my Master's degree and I have a boyfriend that's loving and easy on the eyes," Y/N explained, but she wondered if she was trying to convince herself, more or less, of these things. She was happy, sure, but her memories with Quinn were like a scar on her heart. As long as she didn't pick at it, it wouldn't bleed and would heal.

"Ok, well Jackson is about to have a fit because we're running late for a dinner reservation. Call me if you need anything at all, Y/N. I mean it-"

"Alright, Mom," Y/N laughed as she heard Jackson intensely encourage Collins to get in the car, strung together with a few profanities.

"Love ya, girlie," Collins smiled as she hung up the phone.

Y/N was extremely blessed with the support system that she had gained in Orlando. In the 4 months that she had been down here, her and Collins had an unbreakable bond. She was the sister that Y/N had always wanted, always up for a drink and some gossip. It was crazy to think that it took such a short amount of time to find her platonic soulmate.

Y/N threw some toiletries and a phone charger into her bag before sending Matt a quick text letting him know that she was about to be on her way. He sent her a "drive safe" text, along with a heart emoji.

The three and a half hour drive wasn't terrible to Y/N. She loved just jamming out to all kinds of music, occasionally having to yell at some idiot that forgot to use a blinker or cut her off. She found that it was therapeutic almost. It helped her take her mind off of work and school and just feel free.

The drive felt short, but as she pulled into Matt's driveway she found herself smiling like a schoolgirl. Matt was already waiting on the front porch, ready to grab her bags and give her a bear hug.

"Matty!" Y/N squealed as she skipped to the man that was barefoot in the driveway, patiently waiting on her.

"If it isn't the most amazing girl in the world pulling up in my driveway..." He kissed her on the cheek, picking her up and giving her a spin before setting her back down. A string of giggles followed, Y/N immediately feeling the butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach.

Matthew helped her get her bags, barely closing the door and dropping the bag when he trapped Y/N against the wall, attaching their lips together.

The first time that the two kissed, Y/N felt icky. Even though she broke up with Quinn, she couldn't help but feel like she was cheating on him. It was a shock to kiss somebody new after kissing the same boy for six years. However, she began to let herself just live. When she began to dwell on Quinn, Matthew somehow interrupted her thoughts, whether it was with a phone call, FaceTime, text or kiss.

Matthew broke the kiss off in dire need of a breath, but he placed one last peck on her lips before taking her bags to his room and returning to her sprawled out on the couch. He smiled, wondering what in the world he managed to do right in order to have someone as perfect as her in his life, let alone on his couch.

"How was the drive?" He called to her from the kitchen, grabbing two Michelob Ultra's, one for him and one for her, and returning to the couch. Hockey replays were blaring from the tv, so he hit mute and handed the beer to Y/N.

"You know...my own private concert mixed in with a couple of dumbasses that should not have gotten their driver's license," She opened the can while placing her feet in Matthew's lap. He instinctively began rubbing them with his free hand and sipped on his drink with the other.

"I think you should give me a concert. Who knows, you might be the next Beyonce or Taylor Swift and I would never know..." He poked her in the side, watching her squirm from him, careful not to spill her drink.

"Trust me, if I was the next Taylor Swift or Beyonce I would not be working the job I am right now," She watched as he never tore his attention away from her. He managed to make her feel like the most important person wherever they were. They could be walking down the street and she would still have his undivided attention.

“So school’s coming along ok?” Matt drew circles on the top of her leg as he waited for her response.

Y/N groaned, tired of being so overwhelmed with the projects and assignments, “I’ve got three and a half more semesters and then I’ll be done. I’ve got to look at it like that so I feel motivated to finish.”

Matthew took a sip of his drink, his index subconsciously tapping Y/N's leg, "Don't take it for granted. Sometimes I wish I would've just went to college and then focused on the NHL."

Y/N flashed a soft smile at the boy that sat beside her, "And what would you have studied, Mr. Tkachuk?"

He sat for a few seconds, playing out his life had he not made one of the most important decisions he possibly would ever make. He honestly had only planned for the NHL. The only reason he would have went to Notre Dame would be to prepare himself more for the draft.

"Probably like sports medicine, maybe Kinesiology...I don't know though, never really gave it much thought," He watched as Y/N's face fell slightly. He was confused at this until she spoke up.

"That's what Quinn wanted to do," She tried to lift the corners of her mouth to produce a smile, but the more she did that she wanted to cry. She settled for a sigh instead, trying to ignore the memories of Quinn and her freaking out when they both got accepted into Michigan.

"I know this weekend is going to be hard for you. If you need closure or anything from him, it won't hurt my feelings at all if you need to have a conversation with him. Sometimes it makes things easier to get over just seeing that the other person is ok," Matthew offered his advice, not wanting things to turn awkward.

Y/N hummed in response, appreciating him trying to help, but she didn't think that he had any idea how deep Quinn's and hers relationship went. Things wouldn't be ok just from having a simple conversation. She appreciated the thought though.

"I don't know. I told Collins it wouldn't kill me to have to speak to him, but we're going to keep it to a minimum. I highly doubt we run into each other anyway," Y/N felt herself becoming smaller, like the day she had broken up with Quinn. This feeling never completely went away, resurfacing every now and then, especially when Quinn was the topic of conversation.

"Brady doesn't know about us, so there's a slim chance that Quinn does. That may make you feel a little better,” Matthew was confident enough in the budding relationship he had with Y/N, so he recognized that Y/N would feel hurt seeing Quinn for the first time since their breakup. He’d never had a relationship last 2 years, let along 6. He couldn’t imagine how hard it must be moving on from that. All he could do was be there for Y/N. In the short time that they’ve been together, he’s realized that Y/N is one of a kind. She loves hard, plays hard, but at the end of the day she wears her heart on her sleeve and cares deeply for those around her. No matter how much he wanted her not to hurt, seeing Quinn would do something to her, so he just had to accept that.

“You’re thinking really hard there Mister,” Y/N poked him in the stomach with her big toe. He gave it a playful pat, releasing a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Just thinking about how much I love you,” He said it before realizing the magnitude of it. When he saw the slight shock on Y/N’s face, he wanted to take it back. Not that he didn’t mean it, he meant it 100%, but he could tell she wasn’t quite there yet.

“Oh,” Was all that Y/N had managed to voice. She wanted to say it back so bad, but something inside of her was fighting it.

“Don’t feel obligated to say it yet. I want you to say it when you feel ready,” Matthew squeezed her calf and got up, getting ready to prepare dinner.

“How do you like your steak?” Matthew changed the subject as he laid out the utensils he would need for the grill.

“Medium rare, more on the medium side though,” She replied, but she couldn’t help but think that Quinn already knew that. Did he still remember it? Was he going out on dates and did he bring her up?

“Alright, I’ll be back in a few,” Matthew announced as he walked out the back door. Y/N could hear the rustling of the grill as he situated everything. She didn’t like talking about Quinn, but sometimes she just couldn’t stop herself.

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Y/N was glad that she woke up to Matthew gone to practice because she felt sick. It wasn't because of her stomach or head, but she just felt like something wasn't quite right with her. Just off. She didn't know how to fix it because she didn't know what was wrong, so she just made a cup of hot peppermint tea and began getting ready for the day.

She helped Matthew out by washing some of his clothes and unloading the dishwasher from the night before. This is how her day went up until she had to get ready for the game, looking for things to keep her busy so that her mind wouldn't get the best of her. She succeeded for the most part until her phone dinged and the name that belonged to the text scorched a hole right through her heart, the sickly feeling she had when she woke up returned worse and she felt like she was going to throw up every substance in her stomach.

Message from Q<3

I know you're not expecting this, but I'm in Miami. We play the Panthers tonight, and I know it's last minute, but would you want to grab a snack after the game? It's fine if not, just didn't want to be rude and not let you know I'm close by. Or at least as close as I'll probably be to you.

Quinn was right, Y/N wasn't expecting the message. She wished like hell she would've blocked him or something because all of the work she had done for the past 4 months had been for nothing. He sent her back to square one of trying to get over their relationship. She couldn't though. Matthew had just told her that he loved her and it wouldn't be fair to stream both guys along.

She decided the best thing to do was not respond. As much as she told herself that she would be fine talking to him, the fact that a simple text sent her into such a deep spiral so quickly proved she wasn't ready yet. She didn't know if she ever would be. Everything in her screamed and cried to just respond, but she just couldn't. If she allowed him back in her life, even just for small talk, she was afraid that she would drop everything and go back to him. She simply took that option away from herself. Everything was so perfect in her life right now, and she didn't want to mess that up.

Time seemed to speed up, so she got ready for the game, throwing her hair into a claw clip, wearing a light face of makeup, and throwing one of Matt's Panther's shirt that he had gotten for her with some black ripped mom jeans. It wasn't like she was trying to impress anybody. Matthew sure didn't care, and that was good enough for her.

She got into her vehicle and began to drive to the stadium, getting there in just a few minutes. Matthew had given her a ticket, one in the same spot that she had been sitting in for the past few home games. As happy as she was to be sitting close to the Panther's bench, she had a clear view of the visitor bench. She had a few minutes before the players were going to start warming up, so she busied herself with her phone, not wanting to look up in case she saw Quinn.

It was no use though, seeing as when she heard the first skate go across the ice she looked up. It was as if whoever was in charge of her life couldn't just let them ignore each other.

Quinn was the first one to hit the ice, ready to warm up before the game. He skated from the visitor's bench all the way to the penalty box, looping around and checking the arena out. As soon as he looked toward the Panther's bench he noticed her in the stands. It was like some magnet forced his eyes to gravitate towards her. They made eye contact for a split second before she broke it by looking back at her phone. He noticed the Panther's t-shirt, finding it odd that she had only been here for a few months and suddenly she had found a new team to root for.

He tried to shake her from his thoughts, making eye contact with Petey who immediately connected the dots. Petey skated over to him to see what kind of mindset he was in.

"You ok?" Peter cocked an eyebrow at the messy-haired defensemen. Quinn nodded, but didn't speak. He was past speaking, he had to focus on the task at hand, no matter what. His team needed him a whole lot more than the girl in the stands.

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The game was going in favor of the Panthers, with just a couple of minutes left on the ice they were up 5-1. The clock ran out and the horn signaled the end of the game. As Y/N was about to make her way to her car to wait on Matthew, she saw Quinn out of the corner of her eye. She could have just walked away, she probably should have, but she froze. He was skating closer to her, right back on the visitor's bench. He motioned for her to come over, to which Y/N listened. She really didn't know if she could have stopped herself if she wanted to. This force lulled her into the presence of Quinn.

His hair was a mess and damp from sweat and melted ice, but Y/N thought he looked like the same perfect Quinn. The one she had fallen in love with all those years ago playing dodgeball. In a perfect life, Quinn would be walking up to her smiling, asking her to go out to eat and go back home to Vancouver with him. This wasn't a perfect life though, and the circumstance that the two were in sucked.

"I didn't know you were a fan," Quinn gestured to Y/N's shirt, causing the girl to look down at it out of instinct. In her perfect world she would still be wearing Quinn's jersey.

"Things change. Decided I wanted to support local since I live near and all," The pit at the base of Y/N's throat was threatening to close her airway off, anxiety beginning to creep up.

"Things do change," Quinn shifted his weight from his right skate to his left, readjusting the gloves in his hands.

"I told myself that if you wanted to text me back then you would," He admitted, not wanting to tear his eyes from Y/N's in fear he would miss them when he left.

"So why did you call me over?" It took everything in Y/N to muster up the words.

"I don't know. I can't remember there being a time where we have gone this long without talking," Quinn wanted to tell her it was because he needed to hear her voice, had to know that she was ok.

"Because we haven't," Y/N whispered, but Quinn heard.

"I think I'm going to grab some ice cream or something after this. Did you want to come with me?" Quinn prayed that she would. He needed more time with her, craved it.

"I have plans. I'm coming home for Christmas though...if you're going to be in Michigan maybe we can meet for coffee sometime," Y/N knew it was a dangerous offer, the comfort of home could bring back all of the memories of being in love with him. She thought she should take her chances though.

"Yeah, that sounds good," He said, distracted for a second as Petey was whistling for him from the tunnel.

"I should get going. You know how impatient Petey gets when somebody keeps him waiting," Quinn chuckled, but only earned a half-hearted smile from Y/N.

"Bye, Quinn," Y/N was eager to leave, not wanting herself to fall into the trap that this conversation is anything more than an old lover checking on the other.

"See you later, Y/N," He watched her walk away, hearing her make her way up the arena stairs before she disappeared. A little piece of his heart continuing to go with her.

Although anger consumed him when they first broke up, in this instance he felt like finding a small corner and just bawling like a baby. He never allowed himself to feel that since they broke up, so he thought that maybe now was an appropriate time. He could feel the tears brimming, but he'd save them until he went to sleep back at the hotel room.

Maybe it was time to let her go. Maybe this was the start to that.

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soooo this went in a completely different direction than originally planned, but what you see is what you get. I slightly proofread it, but I make no promises that it's any good. I've been simultaneously working on part three to the Trevor and Hatton AU. Whatever matches my mood is what I tend to work on, but keep an eye out for it soon! Leave feedback, or if you have any requests send them my way. As always, thanks for reading!!

[typicalopposite]

Oh my goodness it’s been a while 👀

Thank you @adreamareads and @luainthewild for the tags today and @onthewaytosomewhere, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @taste-thewaste (+anyone i may have forgotten 🫣) for all the other tags I haven’t got to yet! Life has been… 😮‍💨

Yall my big bang fic has been moving so so so slow… and this isn’t even what the fic is about it’s just a tidbit of what gets the plot rolling but I’m a sucker for a redemption arc so here some of Philips (its more that six or seven… or several 🫣 but I’m multiple weeks behind soooo yeah!)

“Henry, I–” Philip begins, voice hoarse and surprisingly soft. Then he takes a step forward – towards Henry – then another, until he’s right in front of him, having to slightly look up to keep eye contact. He puts a hand on Henry’s shoulder and squeezes. “There is so much I need to say to you – that I want to say— that I should have been said to you… I don’t even know where to begin–” “Philip, you don’t have to– Good god, this day is about you and Martha, and— and…” Henry looks back through the glass and gestures towards the baby. “Henry.” Philip says, softly. “Yes?” Henry asks. “No, I mean… that’s his name. Henry.” Henry gasps. He doesn’t mean to, but it absolutely takes him by surprise, and he snaps his head back to the bassinet placed just on the other side of the window; on a light blue name card elegantly scripted in black marker His Royal Highness Prince Henry Arthur Alexander James Hanover-Stuart Fox.

:) tagging @onthewaytosomewhere @taste-thewaste and @meraki-yao & @england-would-fall plus anyone else who wants to join in! <3

[brionysea]

it must suck to be zuko. he can't show off any of his real talents (swordbending, breaking and entering, parkour, and accidental treason) and at certain points has to actively deny having them because they're all illegal and would get him arrested. or executed if we're being real. the one time someone besides aang figured out his swordbending they immediately tried to have him assassinated. and while we're on the topic it was very nice of aang to keep the blue spirit thing to himself!! best boy

[ask-that-weird-dog]

Kris. Kris. Kris. Of the two, do you prefer moss or potassium more?

* (You get the feeling this is about to be a very, very weird day.)

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[skyloftian-nutcase]

Me, having just reread Breath of the Sky: So what are we gonna do for the next chapter, guys?

Warriors: Are you ever going to update Elastic Heart? I have some things to work out! Sky needs some sense knocked into him!

Me: I AM TRYING

Cloud: >:|

Me: Why are you glaring at me?

Cloud: You made me yell at my wife!

Me: No, you chose to do that! I had to recruit Abel to knock some sense into you because the entire teenage drama situation required an adult! I wasn’t even intending on giving Abel such a pronounced role in this story!

Captain Abel: *glancing in the corner* I certainly hope this endeavor doesn’t make me like him.

Burnt Out Blood of the Hero Abel: What is that supposed to mean?

Me: ALL RIGHT CUT IT OUT WE NEED TO FOCUS. Who’s gonna break the ice first?

Zellie: *sucks her lips in like she’s tasted a lemon*

Zel: Do I have to? I just got into a major fight with my husband.

Champion: *lying face down on the floor unconscious because Flowerblight Ganon’s great-grandmother beat the snot out of him for killing the last domesticated silent princess*

Cloud, sighing heavily: I guess that leaves me

[igarbagecannoteven]

hi!! just read your cake at the craft store fic and thought I'd introduce myself on here :) you're a talented writer and seem like a lovely person!

oh my gosh thank you so much! that's so sweet of you 🥰i'm so glad you enjoyed my work! (and thank you so much for the lovely comment on ao3!) also love your handles on both ao3 and here, i'm a big fan of herons myself 😊