#so thats a win in my books

[woodlaflababab]

Alright so, this does take place immediately after the war and they are stated to be together. Age Aang up, age Zuko down, whatever makes you comfortable, I just had an idea I found funny when I read this prompt and I wrote it.

Anyway, this is kinda crack taken seriously

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Zuko watched as Katara took her brother from Suki. “There's a medical wing just inside, to the right.” He let her know. He refrained from mentioning that the medical wing was specifically there for Agni Kais. Now that he had the power to, he was going to make sure an Agni Kai never happened on those grounds again.

Katara nodded and started leading Sokka toward the building before she noticed Zuko wasn't following. “Aren't you coming? You still need help, I could only do so much.”

Zuko shook his head. “No, I need to take my place now, before everything falls to chaos because there's no firelord.”

Katara didn't look quite pleased about it, but she nodded. “Just, be careful Zuko.”

Zuko gave a small smile, more grateful than ever that the group had let him in. That they'd found a way to forgive them. He'd only really known Katara for a few weeks, yet she'd already had a better effect on his life than the majority of people in it.

On the tail end of that thought, he turned to the person he was most grateful for. “Aren't you joining them?”

Aang raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you kidding? And let you go in there alone? No.” He walked up to take Zuko's hand. “We finish this together.” He said it with a smile that made Zuko truly believe in a better future.

Nodding, Zuko led Aang in a different direction than the others, taking the long route so he could enter through the front of the palace where the soldiers and palace attendants were gathered, expecting to see his father return, triumphant and powerful.

He relished in the surprise on their faces when he came through instead. He knew he was probably a sorry sight, what with the lightning strike on full display, but part of him was proud of it and wanted them to see it, like it was a declaration to them that nothing, not even a lightning strike to the heart, could take him down.

He took a deep breath. When he'd originally pictured coming home if they won, he imagined he'd have diplomatic words and could take control with grace. Having come face to face with death, he found he no longer cared about that.

“The Firelord has been defeated.” He called out, making sure his voice could be heard across the great foyer. “His bending has been stripped from him by the Avatar. Princess Azula has also been defeated by me in an Agni Kai. I'm taking my rightful place on the throne.” He spoke in a tone that dared anyone to protest.

No one did, but he did notice them glancing nervously behind him. He turned to find Aang just standing there, watching him with pride.

Turning back to the crowd, Zuko gestured to Aang. “This is the avatar.” After a few seconds of thought, and another realization that he no longer gave a fuck about much, he continued. “Also my boyfriend. Disrespect him and I will exile you.” A ripple of surprised and confused sounds went through the people.

“He's joking.” He heard Aang pipe up behind him.

Zuko looked back at Aang. “I am?”

Aang gave him a look. “Yes.”

Zuko once again went back to addressing the crowd. “I'm joking.” The people looked as doubtful as he was about that statement. “But there will be consequences to anyone who tries to contest me, the avatar, or any of the avatar's friends. The war is over and a lot is going to change. You can change with it, or you can leave.”

Zuko watched them all stand in uncomfortable and frightened silence and decided that was good enough. 

“Great.” He nodded. He reached back to grab Aang's hand again to drag him farther into the palace, unsure of where he intended to go, but not wanting to backtrack after his speech. The crowd parted before them and Zuko continued through, grateful when no one followed.

Once they turned down a hallway and could no longer be seen, Zuko let out a relieved breath. “That could have gone worse.”

“I think you did great.” Aang encouraged cheerfully.

Zuko turned to give him a grateful look, but stopped as he noticed something. “Aang?”

“Yeah?”

“Are,” he hesitated, “are you more red than you were a few minutes ago? I can't tell if it's a trick of the light.”

“Uh,” Aang looked down at himself and seemed to recognize that, yes, he was turning quite red, “the fight was really hot.”

Realizing the red was rising surface burns, alarm immediately rang in Zuko. “What? Why are you here? You need to go to the medical wing!”

Aang maintained eye contact for a few moments before looking pointedly down at Zuko's chest. “Uh.”

Zuko sighed, “Okay yes, we both need to go to the medical wing, I get it.” With a destination in mind again, Zuko continued leading Aang through the palace, occasionally glancing over. “Seriously though, you are really red.”

Aang's facial expression went flat. “It was really hot.”

[justanotherjaydrawing]

Happy October. Wanted to draw Wirt in my style but also wanted to try mimic the og style. I'm not great with simpler styles so i wanted to work on it.

(timelapse, as always, below. you can watch my endless struggle to draw that stupid hat lmao)

[lanaandluda]

My husband is poly, and when he was putting together a dating profile, we took pictures of him in the bucket of his tractor for part of it, including the "paint me like one of your French girls" pose.

It's 100% ridiculous, and my absolute favorite thing.

He doesn't remember his girlfriend commenting on it, so I'll have to ask her later.

I think the only way to get dates on places like tinder as a straight man would be to make a profile that's so supremely weird in a way that's distinctly and genuinely yourself, but in a way that's completely outlandishly formatted - not toned down and presentable, but toned up, and proudly presented - that some woman in your area going through their Tinder feed will take a screenshot of your profile and post it online somewhere with a caption like "why are the dudes in my area so fucking weird", as a lament for herself.

Which - ideally, if you've really gotten the right vibe into the wtf:ness of your profile - would prompt at least 3 people to go "I mean if you don't want him, I do", and go figure out who you are, and send you a message going "hey is that actually you in your profile picture, posing shirtless in front of your massive Gundam collection?" And that's how you start chatting with people you don't need to hide your Gundam collection from.

It's better to be known for bold sincerity and cringe, than to never be known at all.

[randomandstrangethings]

What is albedo and how does it effect the melting of ice?

Albedo is the measure of how much light is reflected back from an object. If an object absorbs light and heat very easily (such as a dark forest or an ocean) means it has a low albedo. On the contrary, things such as clouds and ice have a high albedo because they reflect light and are not good generators of heat.

Now, what does this have to do with climate change? Well, the attraction of light is a natural thing to be happening, but, human activities are accelerating it. The omission of greenhouse gases causing global warming takes sunlight from space and forces it to remain in our atmosphere, melting ice and causing it to add it's water to the ocean.

The ocean is a very dark place (and as previously mentioned, has a low albedo) so, the more darkness there is, the more attracted light is to the area. The higher concentrations of light (which are aiming for the water) end up hitting the ice too, causing the melting of ice which increases the problem even more. To make matters worse, the light that does end up hitting the ocean generates heat as well, which also melts the ice.

[feelo-fick]

it can't be too hard right?

it's easy not to think about things, he tells me i don't think all the time! wait...

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a scene from a fic that i have no clue if ill finish, let alone post, but look i made fanart of my own thing that doesnt even exist :D

[moomoomooing]

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Ted saying that no driver has had this level of attention on them since Michael Schumacher...

Gentlemen, a short view into the past; Max's debut season, his Red Bull debut, the literal rule changed as a result of his debut in the sport... oh and everyone and their mother calling Kimi Max 2.0 and Toto's second chance at signing debut!Max since he failed the first time around...

[north-wilkesboro-moonshine-cave]

congratulations to Mme. Pascale Leclerc, who has surely just experienced both the funniest and most unhinged weekend a mother could ever have. Dear fucking christ, I hope your middlest son brought you a bottle of champagne for yourself, ma'am.

[tamaharu]

i know hes going through it or whatever but i honestly cant focus whenever kazakami shows up. he looks so much like what i imagine kim dokja to look like its distracting.

[cazzyf1]

Maria Teresa de Filippis at the Grand Prix D'Europe 1958 (Belgium)

[0-0kappacino0-0]

DnD Campaign Arc Art!!

So as a DM, I will sometimes give myself extra work by creating Arc Arts or "Book Covers" (the campaign is split into books cause it a bit long whoops). Most times I did it on a whiteboard but here is one I started and never finished on my computer (I gave up colouring as you can clearly see 😅💅✨️)

This is actually from quite some time ago (like Book 5 and the campaign is now on Book 7) and it was when the party were navigating through a supposedly haunted manor in the middle of some snowy mountains that they didn't know until later was home to a family of Yetis (Yetis that were out hunting for food for their baby, who was still within the Manor while the party was there 👀💧).

[coldgoldlazarus]

"Let's start at the beginning, one last time. My name is Samus Aran; I got bit by a radioactive spider, and for the past ten decacycles, I have been the galaxy's one and only Hunter. I'm sure you know the rest."

"Lost my parents, got adopted by birds, lost my bird parents, joined the military, quit the military, and have been on my own since then. Saved the galaxy, killed my nemesis repeatedly, saved the galaxy some more, blew up a couple planets, saved the galaxy a few more times, probably too much. And uhh, this happened:"

"The baby the baby the baby the baby"

"...We don't talk about that. But at the end of the day, no matter how many more mutations I go through, I'm still the same old Samus. And no matter how many times I get knocked down and lose all my suit upgrades, I find a way to get back up. I'm the one thing standing between this galaxy and total annihilation, so I keep on going. There may be other bounty hunters out there, but there's only one Hunter. And you're looking at her."

[bigothteddies]

I think that part of what like. kills me about the whole media literacy and critical thinking aspect of enjoying media these days is that people refuse to like. contextualize that

A. Bad media can still hold significant meaning to people

B. Media made for a demographic you aren’t apart of is not inherently bad media

C. Media made for and consumed by the opposite demographic is not inherently shallow or flawed nor is it above criticism for its media tropes either.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I'm piggybacking a bit off of the last ask of asking for writing tips but I have an odd question... Am I the only person that struggles actually PICKING a book? It's the absolute bane of my existence because I feel like I can be so picky... Don't get me wrong, I love being a bookworm, and I'm trying to get back into reading physical books but it's so difficult to find a real taste of what the book is like without being completely spoiled or something... I miss when backs of books had an actual summary and not just NO.1 NEW YORK BESTSELLER!!!! It's so frustrating... I've been trying to get back into it by re-reading fond chapter childhood books read to me (The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane & A Wrinkle In Time). But at the same time I'm also trying to get into more "adult" books that isn't... Well, you try googling "adult books" and see how that goes, I didn't think too hard about what a poor decision THAT was. But I'm working up the courage to read Cat's Cradle right now to start with "Classic Authors" I guess!

Anyway I'm rambling here, I guess my question is... How do you pick out the books you read? I don't really have friends that read many books to recommend to me :')

Thank you in advance, Bog! I hope you get a callback from that interview soon!

no ok actually you've mentioned something that's been bothering me for a while - What The Hell Do Y'all Mea, Books Don't Have Summaries Anymore???? i have not once in my life found a book that didn't have a summary. i was in barnes & noble recently and everything i looked at had a summary. i have literally never seen a book without one in my life of reading & looking at new books on a regular basis

softcovers have theirs on the back. hardcovers are on the inside of the sleeve - lift the cover and it should be printed right there on the inside flap! summaries aren't legally required but both the author and Especially the publisher(s) know that no one's gonna buy a book without a summary. trust me, all books worth reading have a summary. if a book doesn't have one, it's probably not worth your time anyway. you just gotta know where to look!

so my answer to how i choose books... i read the summary lmao. if it seems interesting, ill either write it down to get later or ill get it there and then.

Before the summary though, i look for any titles that jump out at me from the shelf. then i look at the thickness. i like a bit of meat in my literature, so i tend to shy away from thinner books. thicker ones grab my attention more easily. then i look at the cover - if it interests me, then ill read the summary. i don't have specific tastes in title or cover. as long as it makes my brain "hm" thoughtfully, ill take a gander!

and really, if you have access to a bookstore (chain or not, ive found plenty of bangers in tiny used bookshops) or library, the best way to find a book is to physically browse. even if you dont buy anything, you can take pictures of books / write them down to buy online. but going to the store lets you search them out, examine the length, cover, title, summary - and easily put it back on the shelf or keep it. i hate shopping online bc there's ads, you can't examine the product, nothing really stands out since it's all portrayed similarly, there's limited pictures instead of the physical thing, and photos can lie.

plus, everything is (typically) meticulously sorted by genre & age range. when you go into a section with literature aimed at adults, you'll find exactly that instead of smut novels lmao. real life bookstores can be more accurate than online searches. & there's just something so good about walking through shelves, searching for that one book before you know it exists, smelling the paper... yeah...

[dizzybevvie]

If I die within the next week know it wasnt an accident

[boffeeceans]

Dom Billy/Sub Eddie - Pretty much just an exploration of my preferred Billy/Eddie dynamic.

Explicit smut + aftercare under the cut

Ao3 link

Billy doesn't get a lot of control in his life, who he's with, what he does, where he is, it all seems to be monitored constantly. So when Billy is with Eddie, loud, obnoxious, larger than life, doesn't take shit from nobody Eddie, Billy likes to just take it. Take control, grab him by the jaw and force him on his knees, see him looking up at Billy with those big, pleading eyes, begging like a dog.

Billy can give him what he wants, unbluckle his belt, unbutton his pants, let him feel Billy's cock at the back of his throat, taste his cum, watch as it comes out of his nose, hold him in place as Eddie claws at his hips and thighs, needing to come up for air.

Or he can shove Eddie back on his ass, make him wait for it while Billy flops down on his bed and lights a cigarette. There's nothing Eddie can do about it, it's Billy's choice.

He can jerk him off in front of the mirror, have him come all over Billy's hand. Eddie gets a second to catch his breath before Billy will start fingering him open, abuse his prostate, open him wide until Eddie starts shaking, a second orgasm rolling through his body, gasping Billys name. His hole will be slick and open enough for Billy to slide his cock in with little to no resistance.

By then, Billy will have to keep him upright, an arm wrapped around Eddie's waist, free hand on his throat. He makes Eddie look at himself, see how pathetic he looks, how needy, skin all red and tears in his eyes. "Just one more, Bambi, you got this."

Eddie's third orgasm is dry and silent, his throat moaned and groaned raw. Billy bites down on his neck or shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to make it hurt. He bends Eddie over the desk, let's him go limp as Billy chases his own orgasm.

Billy loves cuffing Eddie to the headboard and riding him painstakingly slow. Eddie will pull at cuffs, wanting to touch, begging for him to go faster. Maybe Billy will deprive him of what Eddie wants, keep rolling his hips at a leisurely pace, have Eddie come from minimal friction. Or maybe he'll obey, ride him fast, come first and deprive Eddie of an orgasm all together. Leave him panting and cuffed while Billy cleans himself up and goes to do something else.

When he comes back, he wraps his hand around Eddie's cock, strokes him until he's hard again, still slow. Eddie's back arches, words spilling from his mouth. "Please please please-" If Billy's feeling extra mean he'll leave again, smiling as Eddie curses at his back. Eddie will go soft again and Billy will come back and he'll leave until he's satisfied, only then will he let Eddie come all over himself.

Sometimes Billy will do what Eddie wants without compliant, hand over control. He'll get on all fours, back arched with Eddie behind him, fucking him fast and hard. Eddie burries is face in Billy's neck or between his shoulder blades, moth shooting off a mile a minute. Eddie knows what he's doing, he always leaves Billy shaking and sore in all the right places, needing a minute to get to himself. He loves it, but he won't let Eddie know that – Eddie probably already knows anyway.

Billy loves it, but it has consequences for Eddie. Billy deprives him of any touch below the waist for however long he sees fit, knowing Eddie won't touch himself, not if Billy won't let him. Eddie bothers Billy constantly, pushing his buttons, asking to be fucked. Billy will relent after a week, maybe two, maybe longer.

He gives no warning, strips Eddie in the middle of his bedroom and bends him over the edge of his bed. He gets on his knees behind Eddie, licks a wet stipe over his hole, spit in it, and plunge in a finger. He'll use nothing but spit as lube, prep Eddie just enough to not do any damage. His hand makes contact with Eddie's ass, making him yelp and leaving an angry red mark.

His cock slides in with a little resistance, slow at first, taking his time to go as far as he can, but the second thrust has Eddie crying out and gripping the sheets.

"Please, Billy, it hurts," he says through sobs, but Billy ignores him, there's only one word that will make him stop and Eddie hasn't said it. He likes this, he wants this, and Billy will fucking give it to him.

Billy's relentless, the sound of skin slapping against skin almost drowning out Eddie's cries. He takes a handful of Eddie's hair, calls him a slut, a whore, "Why are you crying, mh? You asked for this."

Eddie comes pathetically fast, tears streaming down his face, Billy makes sure to call him out for it as his thrusts slow.

Billy loves it all, having Eddie surrender in any way possible.

Most of all, Billy loves lying Eddie on his back, legs wrapped around Billy's waist. He'll gently nip at Eddie's neck, swallow his moans, let's the words of endearment into his lungs, his bloodstream, under his skin.

Eddie blindly grabs at nothing, eyes squeezed shut, back arching. "Gonna come," he says, voice thick.

Billy takes one of Eddie's hands in his, interlacing their fingers, coaxes Eddie to open his eyes, wanting to look at him when he comes, to hold him, to be held.

Thick fingers grip at Billy's hair, Eddie's eyes open, glassy, looking right at Billy, his mouth opens and he lets out a string of curse words before they dissipate into a moan. Eddie clenches around Billy and Billy's done for.

Without fail, no matter if Eddie is a drooling mess on the floor or is lying on the sheets, comfortable and blissed out, Billy leaves him, just for a bit, to go the bathroom and wets a towel with warm water or runs them a bath.

He wipes the towel over Eddie's stomach, between his legs, fights Eddie grabbing at his wrists, a weak attempt at pulling Billy closer. Only when he's done does Billy give in, lies next to Eddie and let's him return the favor, his shaking hands sliding the warm towl over Billy's sticky skin.

Or he scoops Eddie up, lifting him up off of whatever surface he's lying on, whether he can walk on his own or not, Eddie won't get on his feet either way. He puts him down in front of the tub and helps him, sitting behind him once Eddie's settled. Eddie rests his head on Billy's shoulders, wraps Billy's arms around his waist.

They stay until the water runs cold, taking their sweet time to wash the cum and sweat of their skin. After letting the water drain from the tub and take a quick shower to get the soap off of them.

Eddie doesn't let go of Billy, not while they dry and not when crawl under the covers.

Eddie looks at him, really looks, tired, half lidded eyes, a small smile gracing his lips. "I love you," he says in the quiet space between them.

He cups Eddie's cheek and kisses with a softness he thought he lost long ago, one that suddenly returned when meeting Eddie and subsequently falling in love with him. "I love you too."

He loves all him, every inch of his skin, his tears, his smiles, his moans. He loves his rambling, his arguing, his off key singing. All of it.

The second Eddie graduates they're out of here, just a few more months before Billy can take Eddie and the few of his belongings to California. He'll make him laugh, fuck him in every motel they stop at, or at side of road, down him in love until he fucking chokes on it.

Billy can choose to whisk Eddie away from this place that doesn't appreciate him enough, he can choose to love him and Billy will be damned before anyone stops him.