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There are a million ways we should’ve died before today. And a million ways we can die before tomorrow. But we fight for every second we get to spend with each other.”

the blind bandit.

cold quesadillas taste really good at 3am………………………………….

just when i was thinking i might get to bed before 2:30, i see the next chapter guide has 5 pages instead of 2. go fucking figure

Just Another Day at Summer Camp

steinbecks:

Summary: another installment of the Makorra/Kainora camping au. Don’t bet on a chess match when Jinora’s involved.
Word Count: 2500 ish
A/N: kissing happens at the end. i’m having lots of fun with this

(the first part and all other summer camp shenanigans are under this tag)

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Jinora opens her mouth and yawns, a high-pitched whistle that rolls into a low tone and finishes with a faint crack of her jaw. Then she stabs her fork into the crispy tangle of hash browns and munches, frowning into space. Maybe staying up to read until one a.m. with a flashlight was a bad idea. Especially since Korra got annoyed and clambered up the bunk to confiscate the flashlight, changed her mind, and decided to tell scary stories to the entire cabin until three a.m.

She finished the last story with a smug wink, cut the light, and left everyone lying awake in the dark, sweating with quiet panic under their woolen blankets: there’s no way someone got eaten by a chupacabra last year… there’s no way…. did Mako really kill it with a bow and arrow? No way….

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fireferretfuzzies:

elventhespian:

Divergent!Mako for fireferretfuzzies

he’s so beautiful

fireferretfuzzies:

elventhespian:

Divergent!Mako for fireferretfuzzies

he’s so beautiful

FUCK YOU FOR NOT WORKING MICROSOFT WORD YOU PIECE OF SHIT

aangisdead replied to your post: I CANT FIND THAT PICTURE OF THE DOG WI…

??? aangisdead.tumblr.com/p…

NO ITS LIKE SITTING ALL NICE AND SMILING AND THEN THE WIND STIRS UP A BUNCH OF CHERRY BLOSSOMS AND THEY HIT HIM IN THE FACE AND HE MAKES A RLY CUTE FACE

thank u tho

I CANT FIND THAT PICTURE OF THE DOG WITH THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS HITTING ITS FACE IM SO MAD

13 Afro Circus I Like to Move It.( -

katara:

YASSSS BRING THIS BACK!!!!!!!!!!

Sucker Punches Are for Suckers: Part 2

aangisdead:

Kainora Week: Day 2 - Wonder

Summary: “…food fights in the kitchen at 2 am…”

Notes: This has no plot whatsoever. I just wanted them to have a food fight.

| for tophbeithong because she was incredibly sweet in the tags of my last kainora fic |

[Part 2/?: Purple Tongues]

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“Do you ever wonder what life would be like if you couldn’t bend?”

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Korra and the Kids

dipitydip:

LoK 3.09 - The Stakeout

dipitydip:

LoK 3.09 - The Stakeout

suzie-guru:

Imagine Harry and Ginny a few months into their marriage and they’re so happy and in love and then one day they go shopping for food and household items and Harry just casually grabs certain items before Ginny hisses at him to "Check the prices, Harry, God! That bed set is far too expensive, we’re not going to have anything left to get the food with!" And Harry starts to laugh and say "We don’t have to worry about -" and then he stops and he and Ginny look at each other. And Harry realizes that she’s grown up having to measure out all her money and decide what she can and cannot have for a certain week or month or year. And Ginny realizes that she is actually no longer obligated to worry about money ever again. 

Imagine Harry and Ginny eating dinner together and Ginny’s telling him about certain meals her mum made and teasing him about how he wolfs everything down and "Honestly Harry, you’re worse than Ron!" and Harry retorts laughingly "well old habits die hard, I had to fight Dudley for meals all the time, you at least knew you were going to eat every day!" And Ginny’s grin starts to fade and she asks "You…you didn’t get to eat everyday?" And Harry realizes what he said and he changes the subject quickly and Ginny looks at the plates in front of him and resists the urge to pile on some more potatoes. And the next day Vernon Dursley’s car is egged. 

Imagine Harry and Ginny both suffering from night terrors and PTSD and agreeing that maybe going to that therapist Hermione recommended isn’t such a bad idea, and that’s how Thursday night became Therapy Night when they go out to dinner or to the pub after each session and agree that  they need to talk to some Healers about introducing these sessions since therapy is still widely seen as muggle nonsense in the wizarding world.

And Ginny murmurs over her fire whiskey that sometimes she can still hear Tom Riddle murmuring in her ear, and Harry whispers that he dreams about running after his mother and father and Sirius and Remus as they disappear behind the Veil in the Department of Mysteries and he doesn’t know if he wakes from terror or regret about not making it through. And they go back home and hold each other closer that night and both wake up with raging hangovers.