#sparked a fire

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

For those of y'all newer folks who don't know who Paladin is.... Intro, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8b, Part 9, Part 10, Part 10b, Extra

[numbuh424]

made me think of him

[muffinlance]

The feral cat gator of a 13 year old freshly scarred Zuko being forcibly adopted by the foggy swamp tribe! Bonus points if they willfully ignore the fact he's a firebender and treat him as a very strange waterbender bending-wise

It was Earth Kingdom ships that drove the metal one onto the reefs, so when the little thing came crawling up through the marsh spitting and hissing and dressed in red, they knew it weren’t no earthbender. No matter how much mud it had tripped in, trying to find where the ground stopped sucking at its feet.

“Wow-ee,” said Old Earl, “that sure is one way of keepin’ off the ‘squito-chiggers.”

And they all watched from Big Earl’s porch, sitting or rocking, as them bugs came for the all-you-can-eat and ended up on the bar-b-que.

“Sure is some weird bending,” said Little Earl, who was taller than Big Earl, but when they'd been twelve and they’d wrestled for the title it hadn't been Little Earl who’d won.

The little thing looked maybe twelve, too. And he was little little. But he had that same look like he was going to shove someone’s face in the mud until they said otherwise, as he stood there all panting and dripping and just realizing they’d been watching him this whole time.

“It’s firebending,” the one-kid mud-wrestler said, as bugs kept pop-snapping into flames around him.

Old Earl cupped a hand over his ear, like he couldn’t hear. And he kept doing it, while the kid got louder and louder about that bending of his, but quieter and quieter about looking at them like they were his next bugs.

“Oh, firebending,” Old Earl said, nodding like he’d only just got it, when the kid had stomped straight up to his chair. “Right, right, Old Jane’s got fire-water-bending, too. Why don’t you take him to her, boys.”

“It’s not-- ugh,” shouted the kid, but maybe he only had the one volume. Certainly only had the one volume for stomping, even though stomping was what got a fellow’s shoes shoved down so deep in the mud they’d be seeing them again as mole-shrimp hats. Not that the kid had shoes. Neither did Earl, Earl, or Earl. ‘Cept for Fancy Earl, but he’d gone off to Ba-Singing-Se, to be fancy.

Anyway, Old Jane was the best at turning anything and everything into fire water, which was the kind of thing a fellow called his or her liquor when they wanted fancy folk to keep right on walking. Was really good for making shouty little firebrands take their naps, too, which let Old Jane get her glowing mitts all over that fresh burn of his. And the love-bites from the shark-wrasses that had probably been half the reason the kid had come a-shore all a-shouting in the first place.

“Nope,” diagnosed Old Jane, when the kid woke back up. “That’s just how he talks. Mother was a screamer-bird, I’d say.”

“You take that back about my mother,” screamed their screamer-bird, who had pretty good hearing for someone who’s ear had lost the same fight as his eye. Anyway, Old Jane had done the best she could about both, and nothing was on fire that shouldn’t be, and she had that extra quilt she’d been working on that needed a body under it

And the waves and the shark-wrasses had all the rest of the kid’s crew

So sure enough they set their little screamer-bird up with a nest and let him cry loud as he wanted.

Anyway, if there was one thing Earl Earl Earl and Jane knew, it was how to make a joke so good the other person didn’t even know it were a joke.

“Firebending,” their little fledgling shouted, and waved his arms around, like all that fire pointed at no one was going to get them startled off.

“A-yep,” nodded Old Earl. “That there is some fire-water-bending. Just like Old Jane.”

Old Jane wasn’t the kind of gal who showed off, but she wasn’t the kind who missed no cue, either. She swirled a lick o’ liquor out of her latest barrel and twirled it ‘round and straight into her mouth, and when she spit it out, it looked so much like the little bird’s breath-o’-fire that he didn’t even notice the spark rocks she kept on her fingers as jewelry. No one did, ‘til they’d seen the trick a few times.

The kid’s mouth hung open so low and so long, a moth-tick flew in. That was some kind of life lesson, that was. The swamp was good at sending those.

The Earth Kingdom sent troops a-stompin’ through, losing boots and scaring catigators out of their sunning spots left and right, askin’ all rumbly about those fires they’d spotted, and if anyone from that shipwreck had made it on shore, and talkin’ about how there’d be money in it for them if they made that last answer a “yes,” sounding like Fancy Earl and all his talk about commerce and living standards.

“Got a few parts of them ship people in the lagoon,” Big Earl said. “Probably still floatin’ if you want ‘em. But we better bring the shrimp-minnow nets, ‘cuase they’ll just slosh on through the turtle-sturgeon ones.”

“...No thank you,” the head stomper said, like sayin’ polite words made a fellow a polite man. He’d tracked those boots of his right up onto their porch without so much as a scuff on their mud rug. Even the kid had used the mud rug. “And the fire?”

“Oh,” said Little Earl, with a grin, “that was Old Jane.”

And she did her trick again, only less tricky, so they could see the spark rocks real good. “You boys want some fire water?” she offered. “It ain’t blinded no one who wasn’t already headed that way.”

They didn’t want any, which was grand, ‘cause she hadn’t really been offering.

When the last of them had gone stomping off back to the kind of land that let people stomp it, it took them two whole hours to lure out the catigators from under the porch. And their little screamer bird, too.

“...Why didn’t you turn me in?”

“What?” asked Old Earl, cupping his ear.

“Why—”

“What?”

“—didn’t—”

“WHAT?”

“—you—”

“Speak up, boy,” Old Earl said. “I never heard such a quiet child.”

And boy, did that set their bird back to singing.

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN | SKZ-CODE EP. 52

[molinaesque]

Cooper tries to get Lucy to break her rule and become like him only for it to backfire and remind himself of who he once was.

"Golden rule, motherfucker."

[agir1ukn0w]

sorry but snow is such a well written iconic villain and donald sutherland performs him so fucking good it's almost hilarious how i start practically foaming at the mouth every time the man opens his mouth to say something deplorable in those movies, like he's so utterly and despicably wrong about almost every crucial thing from katniss and peeta's relationship to human nature as a whole and yet the second he starts talking about how hope is the only thing stronger than fear and how you have to allow a little hope but control it so its spark doesn't grow into revolution and how it's the things we love the most that destroy us you bet your ass i am on the floor screaming crying throwing up because that is my psychotic mustache-twirling villain RIGHT THERE

[viacursecasting]

💙❤️🖤

[egguv]

[Touhou + Final Fantasy]

Black mage Marisa

More designs: | Reimu & Sanae | Junko |

[atlinmerrick]

Spark: How Fanfiction and Fandom Can Set Your Creativity On Fire

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[godbirdart]

「 hearts in anger bleed 」

[codes04]

Urzai before bed

[swan2swan]

[odd-drive]

Album art for Homeless Romantic III & IV by Lost in the Sauce, a DIY punk artist based in Oneonta, New York

[hunybody]

i wake up in the evening. and i ain’t got nothing to say. i come home in the morning, i go to bed feeling the same way. i ain’t nothing but TIRED! man i’m just tired and bored with myself! hey there baby, i could use just a little help… messages keep getting clearer. radio’s on and i’m movin around my place. i check my look in the mirror. wanna change my CLOTHES MY HAIR MY FACE, MAN I AIN’T GETTING NOWHERE! i’m just living in a dump like this! there’s something happening Somewhere! baby i just know there is! You sit around getting OLDER. there’s a joke here somewhere and it’s on ME. i’ll shake this world off my shoulders, come on baby, the laugh’s on me! stay on the streets of this town. and they’ll be carving you up alright. they say you gotta stay hungry, hey baby i’m JUST ABOUT STARVING TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!

[hollowflight-propaganda]

"we want more realistic traumatized characters who aren't perfect victims!"

y'all can't even handle steven universe and winter wof

[seductivelight]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄. ☾

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬. — o anjo mais lindo e o demônio mais perigoso.

❝ 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍-𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗈𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.❞ — 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲.

Here she stands fighting for what she loves in life. Proud with the most beautiful smile that graces her lips. Her heart is pure, her soul damaged. But she surpasses herself, she is strong, she never gives up. She is loyal and never betrays herself or others. She protects what she loves, she fights for her life. She doesn't always do everything right, but she tries to do better. Her actions show who she really is. She is the epitome of a lioness, graceful, beautiful and dangerous at the same time. And for her lion and her little babies she would kill. — 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲.