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aangtheestallion:

Aang Rarepair Week starts tomorrow!!

For a refresher on the prompts and rules, please peruse the master post of the event.

In short, the event will run Monday April 18 - Friday April 22. There are 2 prompts each day for you to choose from; feel free to use one, both, or neither. An Aang rarepair is any Aang ship that doesn’t include Zuko, Katara, or Toph.

If you’re feeling inspired and want to generate some hype, feel free to reblog this post with a preview of something you’ve created for ARW! It can be a rough sketch, a fic snippet, anything!

See yall tomorrow for the first day of Aang Rarepair Week 2022!!!

Shame rises up in Hakoda and rests against his breastbone. He feels as if he’s just bathed in hot water, skin pruny and raw. Still, he shakes his head and, against the clamoring of emotion he feels, Hakoda says, “Yes, sorry.” He smiles, “I’m fine. What was so funny?”

Aang smiles, concerned and distracted, but he appeases Hakoda and launches into another story, anyway.

levmada:

Canal pt.1: Monster or Man

work summary » You think the greatest feat of your career is upon you when a mythical creature is stolen from the sea and thrust into your life—then, stubbornly, into your heart.

You both learn there is more to each other than circumstances, and appearances, let on—until an accident threatens to tear you apart. Soon, both of your fates depend on defending everything you’ve worked to build, or setting him free.

ch.summary: The opportunity of a lifetime is upon you, not only for the sake of your career, present and future—but your hero. Whether you can handle a vicious merman comes into severe question, but it soon becomes obvious that “vicious” is far too harsh a word.

content/warnings:chaotic+lovable Hange, themes of grief (past loss of a parent), kind of a meet-cute, very vague description of injury/blood, crippling perfectionism issues, anesthesia awareness, Levi is secretly adorable

wc: ~8.1k

a/n: hi hi! i feel like i wrote a chapter of smth at reasonable length for once, unfortunately there’s some exposition (3 parts is 3 parts), so it’s a good thing removing unnecessary scenes makes part 2 halfway done!

no way im finishing this before the end of mermay tho

also, im trying to write in past tense for the first time so pls excuse mistakes.

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Leading to your own little world, Sector 3, was a long, trailing hallway Hange (Dr. Zöe, you should refer to them as) referred to as the ‘canal’. You could, and you often did scoff at their unprofessionalism, but you couldn’t bring yourself to disagree. 

In the mouth of its sealed sliding door, you slipped on your sticky gloves and plastic face shield—tasks you used to agonize over, years and years ago. These days it was more like putting on a second skin.

Today, Berner didn’t lecture you on why in the world you kept in your jingly earrings after all these years if you were forced to remove them every time you step into your own sector; that was your guarantee that Hange hadn’t exaggerated—that today was not only special, but extraordinary.

They always kept a perpetual bounce in their step, but today it was hard to keep up with them. Above you the floodlights buzzed. Berner could only try to keep up as they fidgeted, bounced, and rambled: “Oh, don’t be a party-pooper. I want to keep it a surprise. You’ve never seen anything like this, I guarantee it, and, ah!—I’m so excited I can’t wait.”

You chuckled. “Do you know how unprofessional you sound?”

“If I haven’t changed after 10 years, don’t expect a change yet!”

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bladewarde:

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Laera lingers just out of the light of the day, shrouded under an arch of stone, watching, rehearsing, and anticipating the worst. Her dark eyes stare into the open space, just out of sight, consciously counting the swing of Eilodh’s sword as it seamlessly arcs through the mid-noon air. 

She’s had the honour of crossing blades with her – as fine a swordswoman as she ever knew – and equally as devoted to their homeland. She’s brave, she’s resilient, and she also a temper unlike Laera has ever seen. The thought alone makes her jaw tighten, and in the back of her head, she can hear the other woman shouting, swearing… Laera is unsure if she’s prepared to face that.

In preparation, she breathes deep: ❝ Eilodh, ❞ Laera starts, timing her emergence from under the shadow of the archway with the swing of her blade, and she doesn’t get nearly as close as she wishes. Her nerves keep her away, but the rigidity of her expression softens, just a bit, ❝ You never stop, do you? ❞ And she nods, gazing at the sword. They have that in common: Stubborn persistence. To them, stopping meant defeat. ❝ I thought by now you’d be gone… Villages that are more than a few people tend to ‘ave you scattering. What is it that’s keeping you longer a few months? ❞ 

A change of tactic, she decides, at the last second. Eventually, she will get to what she needs to say.

@has-opinions​ / plotted!

    There was a bitterness to the way in which she swung her sword— like years of wrongdoing setting the course of the blade. Eilodh stared at nothing, and everything,all at once. Phantom memories rushed upon her with foreign, traitorous feet. Cruel were the years that passed, for she knew such phantom memories would soon become reality. The ghosts of what had been did not stay that way for long. They always came back with each generation. They promised change— promised lessons learned. But such plans gang aft agley, as Rabbie Burns once wrote. She smirked as she struck her blow to the air. Aye, Alasdair had rubbed off on her over the years.

   The sound of another prompts her to pivot sharply on her heel, blade sweeping with her in defense. With gritted teeth and wild, dark eyes, Eilodh stared down the length of the blade only to catch the visage of a dear friend. Something sparked in her eyes, and a near devilish grin followed soon thereafter.    

    “Laera,” she greeted, lowering her blade. “I canne stop, as ye cannae.” There was a kinship between them, and if Eilodh had ever seen a reflection of herself, it had been in Laera’s eyes. The struggle. The fight. The resilience. But it was her next observation made Eilodh set her jaw before turning her gaze toward the village. A small cluster of houses built stone by by stone nestled at the foot of the hill. 

   “Alasdair’s in th’ forges. Th’ smithy’s son got snatched up by twa recruiters for th’ English.” Highlanders for the British Empire. How quickly they changed their tune! First killing off  her kin, whom they branded as brutes, and now recruiting them for their own gain. Eilodh spit over her shoulder. “Took half th’ lads o’ th’ village, they did. Includin’ th’ smithy’s only bairn.” She turned to Laera. “He couldna keep up on his work alone, so Alasdair stays an’ works fer ‘em.” 

    She turned back to Laera, eyes watching her for but a moment. “What brings ye tae us?” 

katyatalks:

2021/10/19: Mob Psycho 100 III is confirmed with Tachikawa Yuzuru returning as director and Kameda Yoshimichi as character designer.

IMBARELY GOING TO BE ABLE TO GET THE NEW DIAVOLO SSR FROM THE DARK DELUSIONS EVENT BUT IM GONNA GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the way that it’s basically 24 hrs til love death + robots 3

i apologize in advance for the person i’ll become when the boys season 3 airs .

colossal-wimp:

you have no idea how fucking AMAZING this is, and how this fucking AMAZES me. imagine being one of the most essential actors in a TV series playing as an important (queer) female character and suddenly you came out as a trans man… and instead of getting removed and replacing you from the show because you can’t play a female role anymore or getting removed and eventually killing off your character, they worked for a best case scenario of bringing a trans representation to the show by making your character a trans man to fit best for your conformity (if that’s the right word). it’s seriously a game-changer for the trans community especially for those who watch (and fans of) the umbrella academy because 1) they now have a chance to relate to viktor and feel represented by him given that he will now have a transitioning story that PERFECTLY corresponds to what they, and elliot of course, experienced in real life and 2) this is one of the rare moments in the acting industry where a trans character was played by a trans person and not just by a cis actor who can professionally play as a trans person. elliot page has LITERALLY embodied the MASSIVE POWER viktor has.

i love steve blackman. i love gerard way (since 2017) and gabriel ba. i love elliot and i love viktor. the umbrella academy continues to be THE fucking s-tier netflix series. and to those of y'all who are like “yea this is cool but how they will fit this to the storyline,” the storyline consists of a man who has a chest of a monkey, a man who can throw knifes in any degree possible, a woman who can rumor you to do literally everything, a boy who can summon tentacles in his stomach, a robot mom, a talking chimpanzee, a mannequin as a significant other, falling in love with your adoptive sibling, the moon blowing up and causing an apocalypse, a cult leader whose wisdom of words consists of pop song lyrics not existed yet, and a senior citizen stuck in a teenager’s body due to an incorrect formulae… they will work it out, i promise.

i can’t fucking wait for season 3 fr.

forever-rogue:

CAL! CAL IS BACK! CAL KESTIS! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!

STOP. STOP. STOP.

I’m screaming, crying, dead.

WHAT?!?!

HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS?!

My break from SNS lasted only 9 hours. Instead tannies’ IGs happened

introversiontherapy:

I was prepared for the storm after your death, expected anger, assumed grief. I did not think it would instead, feel like this. Like nothing. Nothing for hours and days and weeks. You’re still in my waking nightmare. I see you, us, together. And when I open my eyes, all I see is nothing. There is nothing in this house, no longer a home, it is as distant to me as a hotel. I’ve had a life of being alone before, why does it feel so foreign now? I hesitate at the door of this new beginning, I wait, for the door that closed behind me to open up, and for you to walk through it, carrying a smile that could melt the galaxy, light it aflame. I stand in the middle, unable to cross the threshold. I will wait an eternity, for you to come back to me.

- V

Patricia Clarkson on the set of “The Bookshop” (2017) dir. Isabel CoixetPatricia Clarkson on the set of “The Bookshop” (2017) dir. Isabel Coixet

Patricia Clarkson on the set of “The Bookshop” (2017) dir. Isabel Coixet


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I’VE BEEN MISSING HER SMILE SO MUCH[Image description: a digital illustration of Michael Burnham fro

I’VE BEEN MISSING HER SMILE SO MUCH

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djarrex:

Coalescent | Part One

announcement|part one|part two|part three|read on ao3

Part One: Emergence

Dragged along for a night out, Rex doesn’t expect someone to catch his eye so easily.

Find the miniseries announcement and full summary here (until I make a separate ML). Despite what the Reader ships may imply, this fic does not involve a love triangle. Reader is meant to be a reader-insert that has been written in third-person (she/her). Her appearance and physical attributes are left completely up for interpretation. Written entirely in Rex’s POV. 

18+ ONLY | alcohol consumption. jealousy. innuendo. shenanigans. about 6.7k words.

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