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#I will ducking die
lottiebillions · 10 days ago
Ok but if Eddie’s at Madney’s, what if we get Christopher and Jee Yun together??? 😭😭😭😭
I will die. Like, full on rip die.
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smilehoneyy · 4 months ago
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[Short ID: A digital portrait of the main characters from Avatar: the Last Airbender set against a blue-gray background. The characters are divided into two rows. From left to right on the top: Suki, Zuko, and Sokka are drawn from the chest up. From left to right on the bottom: Toph, Mai, Aang, and Katara are drawn from the waist up. They are all surrounded by fog. In between the two rows of characters is the title of the fic: never shall we die, by zukosadragon-ace. The artist’s signature in the lower right corner reads hiraethia. End ID]
never shall we die
“Yes, about the day we met. Do you remember it?”
“How could I ever forget, Mister Huo?”
He chuckled and, a smile playing at his lips and sincerity shining in his eyes, asked, “Sokka, how many times must I ask you to call me Zuko?”
“At least once more, Mister Huo. As always.”
A Zukka Pirates of the Carribean AU, featuring infamous pirate Suki Suzume, governor’s nephew Zuko Huo, blacksmith Sokka Amarok, cursed treasure, and a whole lot of pining.
- written for the @atla18bigbang | beta’d by @beachytablecloth | art by @hi-raethia - teen and up | ~70k words | updating weekly on saturdays - NOW COMPLETE
chapters: prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 art: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
more detailed image description under the cut
[Long ID: Top row: Suki is looking to the viewer’s left with a smirk on her face. She is dressed in a white shirt, green vest, and dark brown coat with gold patterning resembling Kyoshi Warrior armor. She has a gold earring, faint scarring on her cheek, two bandoliers across her chest, and is wearing a green bandana under a brown tricorn hat. In the middle is Zuko, dressed in a maroon vest with a white undershirt. He has long hair blowing over his right shoulder. He looks forward with a determined expression, and around his neck is a golden pirate’s yuan. On the right is Sokka, dressed in his book 3 clothing with his sword strapped to his back. He faces the viewer’s right and looks to the front with a smile.
Bottom row: Toph is dressed in her canon clothing with gold rimming around her collar and a green bandana. She stares ahead at the viewer with her arms crossed, grinning. Next to her is Mai, dressed in a black hat and dark maroon shirt with Fire Nation armor over her chest, shoulders, and forearms. a sword is strapped to her hip as she raises an arm with three daggers between her fingers, and she has a stern expression. Beside her is Aang, with his hand outstretched toward the viewer with a wide grin. he is tanner, with scarring across his right eyebrow and cheeks. He is wearing a gold earring, orange vest, and yellow shirt with a red sash around his waist. On the far right is Katara, unsheathing a sword with a smirk. She is wearing her book 3 clothing with a braid swinging over her shoulder, and has white arm wraps around her forearms. End ID]
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clownmoontoon · 3 months ago
ive had my "donald def knows conversational level spanish" headcanon for a while bUT IT WASNT TIL I REWATCHED THAT I REALIZED HES JUST CASUALLY SINGING IN SPANISH IN THE BG THANK U DUCKTALES 2017
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cinnabuntastic · 4 months ago
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Hold on to me as we go- As we roll down this unfamiliar road. And although this wave is stringing us along, Just know you're not alone, 'Cause I'm going to make this place your home.
Settle down, it'll all be clear. Don't pay no mind to the demons, They fill you with fear. The trouble it might drag you down. If you get lost, you can always be found.
Just know you're not alone, 'Cause I'm going to make this place your home.
Happy Father’s Day! Because sometimes, it’s about the family you find, not the family you had.
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three-headed-monster · a month ago
beside you
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*gif is mine please do not repost without credit
summary: you sleep alone, his heart wants to come home...
word count: 1.6K
pairings: jamie drysdale x reader
warnings: some swearing, one TINY slight mention of possible infidelity, says trevor's name like twice
requested: yes 🙈 by one @brandtsclarke
It’s late when you hear the door click a quick open-close and the sound of someone breathing heavy down the hall. At first, you’re a little bit worried cause holy fuck why the hell is someone breaking into your house at like 3 am, and where the hell is the Jamie’s baseball bat. You calm down slightly though as soon as you realize that the security system Jamie had installed last summer would have blared if someone so much as tried to pick the lock. You’re probably just hallucinating. You still have to be careful though, so you slowly get up out of bed and move towards the balcony. If it came to it, you could try to make a run for it through there.
You wait with baited breath to see if there are any other sounds, any signs of someone moving, any indication that you should be running. There’s nothing at all for a few seconds, before there’s a bang, a crash, and a whispered “fuck” that you would recognize anywhere.
That’s Jamie. Jamie’s home.
You can barely contain your excitement as you rush out towards the front foyer, running into his arms immediately as soon as you see him. He catches you with an oomph, nearly falling backwards into his suitcases, but you barely notice as you breathe him in deep and feel his arms curl around you in a way you’ve missed so much.
Fuck. He’s home.
“I missed you.”
It’s so achingly true, you can feel it in your bones. Deep down, you had always known that he’d have to leave to chase his dreams, to be in the NHL. But that doesn’t mean it hurt any less to see him go, to watch as he tore up the league, while you were here in Toronto, feeling like something that was just a memory of the before. It had hurt like hell to feel like that, even if he had reassured you time and time again that it wasn’t like that, that he’d always be coming home to you. You just couldn’t help shake the feeling like you were just waiting for the other shoe to drop, but you had nodded along because the less time you talked about your stupid insecurities, the more time you could spend on Skype together.
“Missed you too, let’s go to bed baby.”
He sounds so so tired, and desperately, you want to ask him why he came back so late if he knew how much this would take out of him, how exhausted he’d be. He could have waited another day, another week, another month if he really wanted to before he had to come back. It’s not like there was much keeping him here anyways. You didn’t understand why it was so imperative for him to be back so soon. You guess in his mind, maybe you, but you know that it’s probably not that. After all, he hung out with Trevor all the time, and if you knew anything about Trevor, it’s that he wouldn’t hesitate to bring along girls to anything and everything. There was most definitely temptation and even if you trusted Jamie would never act on it, you still knew that maybe it was enough for him to reconsider his place with you.
“Are you okay babe?”
You’re not. You’re really not. You know it’s stupid and that realisitically you have absolutely nothing to be insecure about. But you can’t help but feel like you were living on borrowed time. That tomorrow it would all be over and there wasn’t nothing you could do about it but try to enjoy the little amount of time that Jamie’s still yours. It would sound ridiculous to anyone else who heard it; he’s your boyfriend after all, but this is really your first time in a long distance relationship. You’re just not sure how you get over the feeling of not being secure.
“I’m fine,” you say, hoping your voice doesn’t sound as shaky as it feels. “C’mere.”
The sigh he lets out as he drops into your arms makes you want to cry. He’s exhausted, you can see it all over his face, and all you want to do is make it better. But as you drag him into the bedroom, with his head buried in your hair like he’s breathing you in deep, you realize that may not be your job anymore. He may be looking for someone else to do it. He might-he might just not want you here.
“Do,” and your voice definitely sounds meek now. “Do you still want me here?”
It’s not a silly question to ask. Jamie just came home from a long trip away, and you know that most people typically like to be left alone to sleep off jet lag and just the plane ride in general. And considering you weren’t sure where you stood, maybe it would be better for you to just take the guest room for now. Just-just until the morning where you could talk and figure out where you guys would be in a short-distance relationship, if he even wanted that.
“Uh no? C’mere I wanna cuddle.”
He pulls you down instantly onto the bed, wrapping a warm arm around your middle. He smells like the inside of an airport, cold coffee and some kind of Lysol, and it kind of puts you off. It’s just another reminder that he had been far away, that he wasn’t here with you in the way you wanted him to be. That you were practically hanging by a telephone wire, waiting for when Jamie would finally just disconnect you and move on with his life.
Suddenly you don’t want to be here anymore, and you move awkwardly away from him, lying down on the other side of his huge king bed. You don’t want to pretend that everything is alright, that you don’t know that he’s probably breaking up with you in the morning or that things won’t be different now that he’s home and just everything. You don’t want to prolong it any longer. Even though he hasn’t given you any indication that he wants to break up or anything, it’s like an itch under your skin you can’t scratch. You have to know where you stand.
He asks you, “Y/N? Are you okay?” at the same time you say “Are you going to break up with me?”
He looks as shell shocked as you feel in the moment, because fuck, you didn’t mean for it to come out like that. You just wanted to know what his intentions were, you hadn’t meant to blurt it out so blatantly like that.
“What? Of course not? What made you feel like that?”
You shrug, as if it’ll stop Jamie from prying. Once he grabs onto a subject, he won’t stop until he gets to the bottom of it. Especially about relationship shit. He just wants you to be happy, you know that, but there’s no way he can possibly fix this stupid insecurity of yours.
Your voice is shaking when you answer him, when you say “Because Anaheim,” and you can tell he doesn’t get it fully until you add “Because you’re gone all the damn time, and I feel like I’m losing you every single day, and I just want to know if we’re done.”
You want to throw up because he’s being completely silent, and he looks so done with all of this shit, all of your shit. You’re getting up before you can even help yourself, clutching his white bedsheets to your chest like that will stop you from feeling completely, emotionally, naked. He stares at you blankly for a moment, like he can’t believe you said what you did. Until he grimaces disgustedly at you, and you know in that moment, it’s over.
But then he gets up and practically rips the drawer of his nightstand open before pulling out a little black box. And you have no words as he pops it open, and you can see the little diamonds of a promise ring glinting in the moonlight.
“Jamie,” you say tentatively. “You didn’t.”
It’s fruitless though, because there’s evidence right there that he did.
“I did, and I still do, because I love you, and I bought this to show you that you’re not losing me.”
You can’t breathe as he walks towards you, holding the box in his right hand. You can’t breathe as he drops the box into your own hand, as he presses you up against the wall and holds you close in the way he used to before everything.
“I know this year was tough as hell for you and me, but I promise you that next year will be better. That we’ll see each other more, that I’ll be able to take you to Anaheim with me and show you off in the way you deserve. Please Y/N. You’re the only one I want there with me.”
Nothing is magically fixed. There are still a lot of things needed to be said, lots of time spent breaking down both of your insecurities about this. More discussions of what both of you want out of a long distance relationship. Most importantly though, how you’re going to handle all of this.
But as you wrap your arms around his neck and surge up to kiss him, the only thing that matters is that he’s yours.
And you’re his.
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c0konk · a month ago
Donald: I had to cough but the boys were sleeping so I literally just choked on my own saliva because apparently I choose dying instead of accidentally waking them up.
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okruee · 11 months ago
Supernatural fans??? In 2020??? How are u not embarazzed that’s really embarazzing
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batshit-birds · 8 months ago
batkids and rubik's cubes?
Dick will hyperfocus on one for an entire day until he gets distracted and never looks at it again
Jason will inevitably pry the mini cubes off of the bigger cube and leave them in random places for people to find. Each one has a letter/number on it. Everyone thinks the mysterious cubes can be put together into a secret message. There is no secret message.
Tim won’t touch Rubik's Cubes unless dared. Once dared, he Will Complete It, no matter how long it takes
Steph uses them as projectiles
Cass finds them annoying and will scramble one if she sees it. Cue Tim’s agonized screams because he almost finished that one
 Duke is scary good at them. He knows the patterns. He knows the tricks. The secrets. The truth of the Cube. He can solve them one handed without even looking, and often does this as an intimidation tactic. It works. 
Damian doesn’t see the point in solving them, but if given multiple he will create Rubik’s Cube art with them. 
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