#we have sad at home

[shrews-art]

A bond made of fire and spider webs

[demaparbat-hp]

Zuko's eyes watered against his will when the ghost of a woman he did not know smiled at him like he was her child.

Zuko decided right there and then that maybe, just maybe, this too was something he came to find.

Ghost-Mother takes a look into Zuko's soul in For the Spirits Chapter IX: A Rider Alone.

More than a stranded soul, Kya holds all the love of the Old Tribe and the means to calm a coming tempest. Zuko won't ever forget her.

(He won't be allowed to.)

[reunitedinterlude]

dan: can you say anything and then say “gays,” as if that's a type of gay

[haliaiii]

reading up on argenti’s lore

[sergle]

anyway here's some beeper pics and video

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

so five and lila being a thing is going right next to allison literally sexually assaulting luther in the box of things we are absolutely under no circumstances accepting as part of canon right

[captainsavre]

Marina - firsts and lasts from each season ↳ I LOVE YOU (3x16; 4x04//4x16; 5x02//5x17; 6x05; 7x05//7x09)

[kagoutiss]

as if it was never there at all.

[butterflysonnets]

catch me crawling through the vents of the duffers' homes like a five nights at freddy’s animatronic if byler is left one-sided or ambiguous in season 5

[barksbog]

did some Kork live drawing last night

[handweavers]

i've been so fucked up for months i haven't been able to go downtown to pick up my work from last spring from my school's textile studio and they always have a cutoff date like if you don't pick up your old work by x date they toss it and they're pretty strict about that unless you arrange with the studio tech beforehand, and the studio tech doesn't like most people she's pretty curt with most students. not rude but just keeps things professional and a bit distant, a very serious person. but i know she grew to like me over the past few years/warmed up to me a lot and we'd chat a lot about different textile things and she would say really kind things to me a lot which felt rare and special, and she let me have special treatment with some of the equipment because she trusted me to use it properly. and i haven't seen her in nearly a year and i expected her to have tossed my work out when i didn't come to pick it up last fall and emailed her to explain why and dropped off the face of the earth, i made my peace with losing that work and accepted it, it is what it is, i will survive, etc.

but she emailed me earlier this week and said she didn't have the heart to toss my work and has kept it safe in her office for me if i'm ever able to come pick it up and if not she's going to keep it as an example piece to show other students when teaching weaving because it's too lovely to get rid of and my heart swelled like 10 times its size bc she didn't have to do that and it meant so much to me that even a year from seeing her last she was still thinking about me and being kind to me. and i emailed her back and picked it up today and saw her and we chatted for a bit and it was so nice. I love her I miss my school's textile studio and weaving in there and talking craft with her... sigh

[zourried]

You and me against all odds, my queen. Always and forever 🤍 @thedevilinmybrain

[kayvsworld]

wow he really did come home from afghanistan and spend at least a month locked in his basement building iron man. just shut down the main thing his company does and then vanished like obie told him to. just letting the public image atrophy completely rip tony stark you would have loved iron man

it does make me wonder how much uphill PR struggle was involved in trying to come back from this + the whole "i'm dying it's my birthday" debacle

and then i'm thinking about nat's assessment. if i had a nickel for every time mental health issues were weaponized against this guy etc etc but like, fucked up it's happened twice

[arttsuka]

I wonder if Jedediah and octavius ever celebrated the 4th of July together? (also your leftover veggie dish looks like it would make Gordon Ramsay cry with joy :) )

They probably, most definitely did celebrate together I think

Featuring my failed attempt at drawing fireworks 🎆

If Gordon Ramsey were to see that dish he'd cry in general I think, given the fact that I forgot to put enough salt :')

[emo-nova]

An Au where both Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu are brothers and when they escape the Qiu House, they run away to a small town. Take the small run down cottage that no one wants and fixes it up over the years. Shen Jiu makes money through paintings and calligraphy and Shen Yuan teaches children in the village how to read and write.

Then one day, an immortal stumbles through. He's dirty and bloody, with long ink black hair put up in a ponytail. Shen Yuan brings him home, nursing him with the help of the garden of herbs that he gathered overtime and from what knowledge he has from the book and from the old wives and elders from the village.

Shen Jiu and the immortal dislike eachother but there is an understanding not to fight in front of Shen Yuan, least his heart gives up at the yelling and the danger both put in the house. The immortal leaves, not with a loud leaving but a quiet one in a breaking morning.

Shen Yuan sends him off, handing him a final meal for him to eat if he takes rest on his way back to his home. Shen Jiu hands him a painting of all three of them, begrudging him as good company for his brother.

Liu Qingge takes note of this village, of this house. Marking it as important to himself. He leaves the brothers, wishing them a long and safe life.

It is the next winter when the sky turns black, it is that winter that come the demons. It is that winter that there is cries of help, Shen Yuan is barely twenty-four and weak in his core, but still he fights them off. His brother by his side, they are both able-bodied, they are both fighting once more for their lives and others, the women and children are sent up to the north, up to the home of the war god that they housed.

Liu QingGe arrives, three days and two nights later. He is fierce and angry, he is danger amongst the demons that try and feast upon the corpse of a boy barely ten summers old.

Shen Yuan is bloody. Shen Jiu is bloody.

The brothers lived. They lived but they watch the borders of their village, even when the other men tell the war god that they pushed the demons back with a gust of wind with painted fans. That they struck them with wooden staffs that the brothers used to walk around with, the men of the village told him that they are similar to him.

They are weak in the core. Not yet golden. But they are strong to the people. And the weak fear the strong.

The brothers do not want to leave. They have been settled here for too long, their roots have taken to this ground. Liu QingGe teaches them how to golden their core, strengthen it through physical labour and through what he knows of study.

The brothers thank him. The villagers keep the brothers, seeing as they keep on teaching, keep on painting, keep on watching the border. It is no school for the core. But it is a school of the future.

There are other immortals that come down from Liu QingGe's peaks. They are usually young, spritly things, wanting to prove themselves. But they learn this place that their teacher marks for them is not to punish them, but to tell them that there are others that do not follow a peak. That follow a different path if they do not become the peak Lord.

After waves of time, the children grow. The immortals stay. The village bustles to a town. The house at the edge is still at the edge. Still cared and maintained by two brothers and visitors. But it is still a school. It is calm there, tranquil as the paintings that decorate the walls. The city that sits there does not call that school one for immortals, but one for the future.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

How tf am I gonna be a neurosurgeon one day if it destroys me every time I see a senior patient with a neurodegenerative disease sad