#he's ~just superstitious~

[mieczyhale]

why are people so against bruno having ocd??

“he’s just superstitious! he thinks he’s bad luck so he’s superstitious! he internalized peoples opinions of him and it made him do rituals to fight off bad luck. i just dont think he has ocd uwu”

#they werent replying to me - it was to a comment i had replied to #but i had included the fact that him having ocd is literally in the script - something you can fucking google - and they ignored me to #still say they dont think he has ocd #he's ~just superstitious~ #so many people have this attitude #if you even MENTION ocd in regards to bruno?? nope #the fuck is wrong with y'all?? #and do you even HEAR yourselves??!! #does him having ocd somehow hurt y'all?? #does our rep hurt you karen?? like personally?? #jesus christ god bless and amen but get fucked (negative) #maison speaks #myencantoposts

[cthulhusstepmom]

Evidence that Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish is not what he seems-Lt. SR:

Soap smells like rain, it took a while to put it together because it's not Soap himself that emits the odor, it just follows him. It's less potent inside and when it's sunny outdoors but if you concentrate it's always there.

He has never been observed touching a gun or grenades without gloves. Almost every other explosive he handles with no regard for his own safety gloves.

HE EATS WEIRD SHIT. While he doesn't eat much of the food on offer from the cafe, he does eat consistently when outdoors, usually plants or flowers. Things he has eaten: dandelions(edible), garlic(edible), thistle(edible but he ate it with the thorns), foxglove(toxic, showed no adverse reaction), Several unidentified flowers and berries, grass(technically edible?) Etc.

Will sometimes refuse to enter a place before abruptly going in. The data is not consistent between different buildings or locations. Further research is required.

Sharp teeth.

Groups things in nonsensical ways. He will only fill a magazine with bullets that total a multiple of 7 or 3. The same for what weights he uses in the gym. When drawing or eating he sorts by 4s. He traded his room to get #13 (right next door, coincidence?).

Cameras will not focus on him, whether photo or video he is never in focus regardless of distance or conditions.

He has never once been in medical for more than half an hour, usually much less. Even though his hands have light burns on them almost constantly.

Dogs hate him. He seems ambivalent towards them and he's never been bit that Ive seen. Cats adore him as do birds.

John MacTavish does not blush. Not for lack of trying even when genuinely flustered or hot, his skin does not flush.

Ghost sets down the small notebook with a minute sound of frustration. The evidence is all there but looking at it, what does it really say? Other than that he's an obsessive creep. A series of quirks and coincidences compiled by a paranoid son of a bitch into a fucking stalker journal. But still, Simon can't help but feel like he's right and he'd be dead a million times over if he simply disregarded his intuition. Even if it is something batshit insane.

At this point however it seems that it'll drive him mad far before it yields any answers. After scouring what little resources were comprehensible on the internet he'd started growing out his hair, intent on tying it in knots to prevent charms. Leaving him with a problem he'd not encountered since he'd first donned the mask: unruly curls and balaclavas don't mix well at all. He'd also kept a piece of stale bread in his pocket for days as he'd read it was a repellent to- and he can't even believe he's considering it-fairies. It backfired, if anything Johnny had been more attached to him and even more touchy than usual. He'd left a small deli cup full of coffee creamer outside his door overnight and found it neatly placed upside down where he'd left it with not a drop left. Ghost chalked that up to some wise guy playing a joke or an exceptionally dextrous cat and firmly shut the door on any other possibilities in his mind. His next test had been a gift of clothing mixed with complements, he'd read that both were likely to drive away any Other. It hadn't been a very extravagant gift, a new pair of gloves and a gruff "well done Johnny" but at the time it had seemed to be the final nail in the coffin as Soap had gone white as a sheet(he can do that but he can't blush???) and scurried off. A quiet dread had filled his stomach the whole day until Soap turned up at dinner, a little quieter than usual but wearing his new gloves and eating more than usual(a scoop and a half of mashed potatoes with 4 packets of butter and 2 packets of sour cream as well as a cookie. The main course of spaghetti and meatballs went untouched though Gaz snapped it up before it could truly go to waste). Though when Ghost returned to his room late that night after trudging through hours of paperwork he found a pile of tiny, aromatic, pink flowers on the floor in front of his door and on top of them a shiny metal comb. Simon's tired brain hardly stopped to think of any of the dire warnings he'd found on forum posts and folklore sites alike, crouching and tenderly retrieving the piece from its bed of flora, careful not to crush any of the tiny blooms. Well... With all the knots in his hair-purposeful and otherwise-he's going to need a sturdy comb anyway.

#fae!soap #superstitious bastard!Ghost #little does Ghost know that Scottish fairies actually favor bread instead of being repelled by it #meanwhile the whole clothing trick would have totally worked if it weren't for the fact that Soap took as a courting gesture #also the idea of Ghost leaving out two ounces of hazelnut coffee creamer and Soap just feeling his heart beating out of his chest #but he doesnt want to be presumptuous so he waits until hes got absolute confirmation that Ghost wishes to court him #and he gives him gloves...so he can touch him and not be burned by the iron #Soap is simultaneously three steps ahead and six steps behind #cod mw2 #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #fae!au #and to think i wanted to upload this to ao3 😑

[phoenixcatch7]

More possessed doll au!

Each time a bat is ready to take on a new form, they must pay a visit to the tea party. Should they be accepted, through whatever strange reasons the dolls use, they will find another figure seated at the table, dressed in full tea party doll regalia. It is up to them to modify the doll within the limits imposed, and learn its form to achieve its full potential. The Robin doll, so far, is the only one to return to the table despite being moved to a display case, and truly makes the mysterious sidekick timeless.

Despite its obviously supernatural origins, the bats have found very, very little can effect the dolls outside of physical force. They do not use wires and electricity to move or think - they cannot be hacked. They are not, to their knowledge, superseding other minds - they cannot be exorcised. They use no magics to fight crime - they cannot be traced. They have no blood to be identified, no teeth pattern to compare, no fingerprints or retina to give them away. Gas cannot affect them, hypnosis requires a brain, pain cannot override them. For all intents and purposes, the dolls are perfect for fighting crime.

So where, Bruce thinks, lying awake in bed one night after patrol, do they come from? Alfred knows nothing, neither of them found anything in the archives or library. His father grew up on the estate - surely he'd explored the caves himself at some point? The doll had been right at the well entrance - had he simply never entered that way?

After the first time meeting their doll, they do not need to touch it to transfer their consciousness again. It's a breeze through an open window, ever so slight, in the back of their minds, and one simple twist can send them spiralling into their other body.

But when Robin became Nightwing, and the child sized body was retired, it was placed in a sturdy glass display case. Jason was already making noises about joining them on the streets, but a transition had never been attempted. They assumed a third doll would become the new Robin, and the first would simply become inert.

That was not the case.

When Jason - against Bruce's decision to wait a few more months - decided to make the walk to the doll house, and deeper still to the tea party cave, he found, waiting, an untouched child sized doll. The light from his torch cast across its Victorian style waistcoat, the plumped breeches and buckled leather booties, all in the bright and bold colours of his predecessor. It sat at the right hand of the empty throne, porcelain tea cup in hand, as though left by a rich little girl called away just a moment ago to supper.

The doll had been sorted in a locked case. Glass. In full view of the main area of the batcave. With cameras. It should not have been able to be taken away without several people noticing. He had taken a different route to try and sneak past Bruce, but...

It was not the first time a doll had moved. It would not be the last.

@puppetmaster13u

@dehydratedmockingbird

#batman #possessed doll au #cryptid batfam #cryptid batman #bruce wayne #batfamily #Just going into more of the background. I really like the idea that the dolls have a mind of their own... Kind of. #When the bats bond to a doll they enter a contract. One with unwritten rules and terms. But the dolls are too invaluable to risk losing. #Bruce owes so much to the dolls and he knows it. Without them his kids would be out on the streets in their real bodies #And that terrifies him. #So they do their little superstitious rituals and don't alter the dolls too far and occasionally take them out for a Gotham Tea Party #And all is kept in balance.

[larsnicklas]

🌟 first star pete 🌟

#elias pettersson #vancouver canucks #canucks #nhl #nhledit #hockey #hockeyedit #meg.nucks #meg.gif #meg.all #me vs. the inescapable instinct to gif petey after he plays like shit (relatively; also affectionate) to send him good vibes #the thing is. i can't stop bc sometimes it works. #(not superstitious just a little stitious etc.)

[metukika]

post canon/future teru... single mother with no children idk

#that or he first meets reigen in on the subway - isnt recognized - blurts “reigen!” and when he gets his feelings hurt hes like uh yeah im #a past costumer and ur massages sucked thats how i remember u and then the next chance meeting reigen is desperate to not have customers #with bad experiences that hes like heres my business card call me for half off next visit i totally remember u now customer i will not name #totally didnt forget and teru who feels guilty cuz he only lashed out for feeling rejection or any emotion for the first time in years the #last time they met is like uhhhm u dont have to do that i was just saying stuff but reigen is already Committed so teru is like ok... but h #throws out the card when he gets to his apartment cuz seeing people from his past is making him feel strange and he doesnt have the time fo #that shit he has a job now! and his neighbors gf - a superstitious lady - finds it and is like FATE! so reigen is called cuz teru keeps #opening the door to his home while invisible to avoid conversation with this guy who hurt his feelings once and yeah more stuff #anyways #mob psycho 100 #teruki hanazawa #reigen arataka #metukikart #mp100

[anonymous-dentist]

Breaking Dawn character fun fact #4:

Cellbit has two hobbies: photography and “puzzle solving”. By “puzzle solving”, I mean “doing his job outside of his normal work hours because he’s kind of just a freak like that”. But he doesn’t really take any photos anymore because of how guilty he’s begun feeling over doing so since Felps’ disappearance. So, instead, he’s taken up drawing instead (it doesn’t hit the same, unfortunately.)

#monster au fic #he’s sooooo #he’s more superstitious than I think a lot of people think he’d be #I mean he has a ritual/occult room in canon. here he’s just a Superstitious Guy

[ozlices]

it's been a long ass while since i've gotten so many notes (since i rarely, if ever, have energy to make actual content on here) but i just wanna say it's truly heartwarming to see my activity blow up as we all bond over our mutual, thriving, visceral hatred of james somerton. just truly beautiful to see people come together for a good cause like this.

#mine #im not usually one to root for ppl's downfalls bc im honestly p superstitious but like. he rly is the exception #like it's been a few days and my posts are still getting constant notes and im still so angry lmao. #never have i ever seen more gall. like ffs even that tommy guy just DISAPPEARED after his hbomberguy expose #the tommy jokes are v funny but i wish he rly was like tommy and just fucking DISAPPEARED OFF THE INTERNET #GO TOUCH GRASS AND LEAVE US ALONE PLEASE GOD FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING ON EARTH LEAVE #james somerton #hbomberguy #also sorry this is all we've posted abt but we are in a weird headspace rn

[uh-oh-its-bird]

Watched the new spy x family movie. So like. To be clear someone on the writers team absoloutley had a poop fetish right. Like. We all noticed that right.

#I cant believe I paid actual money to watch whatever the fuck that was #it read like really bad fanfiction #head in my hands #ending the movie just going “ok.” then walking out #shout out to the one superstitious character he was the only thing that kept me going #birds rambles #spy x family #spy x family movie #spy x family code white #code white #anime #anya forger #yor forger #loid forger

[taegularities]

🤍

#tw death #it's past midnight in india so happy birthday to my late cousin 💕 he would've been 27 today #i know we all say that about ppl that leave but i really do mean it when i say that #he was incredibly kind and would do things for you no questions asked when you asked for a favour #was just there for people in general and v loved and diligent and a hard worker #also very snarky and annoying and stoopid at times lmao but truly a good person who left wayyyy too early #but anyway #i'm not religious and don't believe in a lot of superstitious things but i do hope there's smth after death that gives you comfort #so hope he's alright !! for now let's wish him a happy birthday bc that dude loveeees the attention 😁💕 #personal

[cthulhusstepmom]

Fae!Soap Superstitious Bastard! Ghost: Gifts

(Just a heads up this got way more intense than I meant it to but that’s kind of the Fae for you.)

TW: mentions of torture, human remains

Soap is a collector, though not of any one thing that Ghost can discern. He’s seen the man pick up anything from an abandoned rolex to a nondescript piece of broken glass. It doesn’t seem to be about size, it’s not shape and definitely not value; Ghost had thought he’d pinned it down as things that caught the light a certain way but was swiftly proven wrong when Soap went on a spree of collecting pebbles and sticks. He’d glared sullenly at the first jagged gray rock when Soap had picked it up before swiftly changing the subject when he was noticed. There was no apparent rhyme or reason to any of it… well not quite. There was one singular pattern that stood out in his mind, a single thread that held firm no matter how much he rearranged or plucked at it.

 Anything that Ghost gave him, Johnny kept. 

The first had been a bit of pretty blue ribbon that was a close enough approximation to Soap’s eyes. It’d snagged on a bramble bordering the clearing where Ghost had set up for overwatch. Without even thinking he’d snagged it on his way to RV down the hill, offering it to Johnny in the armored car taking them back to base. Soap hadn’t said a thing. It was then that Ghost realized maybe giving your subordinate a piece of trash you’d found in a bush perhaps wasn’t the most well adjusted way to express affection. He’d been about to play it off with a quip, beginning to retract his fingers ever so slightly, when Johnny snatched it lightning quick from the palm of his hand, holding it close to his chest for a moment before stuffing it into his chest pocket next to his journal. Soap had given him a small strangled “Thank you” as they sat the rest of the ride in an awkward but warm silence. Johnny disappeared almost immediately after they got back to base but Ghost could see light in the space under his door so he wasn’t too worried that he’d done permanent damage to their relationship.

After that his eyes just seemed to catch on things that he assumed Johnny would like. He couldn’t help it. Little glass marbles, a river stone with an interesting marking, a large brown feather; Somehow it all made its way into the hands of his Sergeant. Usually with a gruff “Here”, barely waiting for Johnny to hold out his hands before he dropped his small offering into his gloved palms. Soap has also gotten over whatever his episode of silence had been, responding with a blinding smile and enthusiastic gratitude and a happy quip. (“Thanks Lt!” a piece of antler, Montana “Y’ shouldn’t have!” an old toy car, Finland “Find this on sale?” a scrap of pink fabric, Brazil “Ghost you’re spoiling me.” green river stone, India etc.(no he didn’t catalog all of them that would be creepy. He only wrote down his favorites.))

The next time Ghost thinks he’s permanently damaged their relationship and scared Soap off for good comes after an operation sweeping out an AQ base in Afghanistan. 

It’s stuffy and dark, the blistering heat of the day beginning to fade into the bitter chill of the night. The compound has long since been abandoned by all but the stubbornest of rats, slowly being reclaimed by the wild desert it carved its blackness into. They roll into the courtyard through the open front gate, the outer walls have seen multiple breacher charges and calling them walls at this point is more out of respect than any dedication to accuracy. The whole place has already been swept by drone and Laswell has had satellite eyes on it for months confirming just how fucking dead it is. They’re here for information, the drone identified documents left behind as well as at least two hard drives. 

The 141 has split off, each clearing their own section and radioing in at even intervals, they’ve learned the hard way that it’s better to be safe than sorry. Beyond extra caution, the whole place has an eerie, black aura that drags forth memories of scorpion stings and dull knives biting at his flesh. Assisting in his nightmarish stroll down memory lane, Ghost is assigned the lower levels of the compound. Each room is another scene from a past he tries to forget, filled with rusted over implements of pain and brown stains no one cared to clean. 

Something in the last room makes him pause. 

A small barred window allows light from a waning moon to pool into the room, catching on something on the table. Small, most no bigger than his fingernail, a collection of about five objects sits in a tray on the corner of the table. Brilliant white patches shine in stark opposition to the bed of rust brown they lay on. 

Teeth. Human teeth.

His mind is acting on autopilot when grabs them and stuffs them in a pocket, so similar but so different to his first experience with the ribbon months ago. He finishes his sweep of the room, conveying his findings back on comms (“Seems like we’re late for the party.” “If only you didn’t take so long to get ready.”-Soap “Shut the fuck up the both of you I just saw a rat the size of a terrier.”-Gaz “I’ve got the hard drives if any of you fuckers remember why we’re here.”-Price), and turns back to rendezvous, his mind now firmly on finding his comrades and getting the hell out.

As they start readying themselves to duck into the humvees they arrived in, Ghost’s muscle memory kicks in to complete his self assigned mission objective. He turns to where Soap stands almost expectantly at his side. It’s not every mission that he has something he’s decided is a worthy offering but it has become more often than not. Mind already halfway back to base, a gloved hand chases down each tooth where they’ve burrowed themselves in the pocket of his tac vest, collecting them and dropping them in Soap’s proffered hand with a grunt. His brain turns back on when the bloody bones hit his Sergeant’s glove, panicking because what the fuck did he just do? What kind of fucking sociopath gives his friend(more?) human fucking teeth as a souvenir. Much less human fucking teeth that were pulled forcibly out of some poor bastard’s skull during a bygone torture session. 

His hand is trembling. 

Ghost forces himself to look down and meet Soap’s assuredly outraged and disgusted gaze. 

Only he doesn’t.

Johnny is staring down at the teeth in his palm with a look of fucking reverence. His pupils are dilated beyond just the darkness surrounding them and Ghost’s detail oriented eyes catch the slight flare of his nostrils on every inhale. Soap slowly tilts his head up to meet Ghost’s eyes and a gasp lives and dies in his throat.

“Oh Simon, you treat me so well.” His voice is gravelly and thrumming with an emotion that Ghost doesn’t know the name of. But, god if this is the look he gets after bringing Johnny desiccated human remains?

He’ll rip the teeth out of some unworthy son of a bitch himself.

#Soap may be the one who is inherently Other but Ghost is fucked up too #I adore deeeply fucked up Ghost™ #almost as much as soft Ghost #Soap is one lucky man #he's just sitting here happily obsessed with his human and then Ghost just up and gives him a courting gift #in folklore giving fairies gifts is a 50/50 chance to get them to go away #i however would like to introduce you to a secret third option: love #Also I'm like 60% certain I'm going to do sort of a mix of snippets here leading up to like a three shot culmination posted on Ao3 #would yall like that? would you prefer all on tumblr? do you even want story or just more little drabbles? #Fae!Soap #superstitious bastard!Ghost #cod mw2 #soapghost #tw torture #tw human dentition

[sith-shenanigans]

a very sad child who is going to do every terrible thing

#he doesn't have black sclera yet because this is pre-ritual and in my headcanon it was just his irises originally #it was a normal mutation that people were superstitious about not a sign he was Born Evil #io's art #swtor

[atopvisenyashill]

i was poking around to see if i could find enough fancasts to do a graphic of Indigenous Stark fancasts and i found a great Sansa and Jon but struggled to find anyone else which is kinda funny to me lol. but look at them!!

his name is Asivak Koostachin and her name is Riit (or Rita Claire Mike-Murphy) and they're perfect!!

#she even has lighter hair and they both have long faces i love it #getting on my soap box #jonsa #jon snow #sansa stark #actually i think i found an arya it's just that one of them looks a little too old and the other is a little too young #starks are indigenous and you can fight me about it @ george #he literally threw in the land bridge (that wasn't real WE WERE ALWAYS HERE BITCH IF SCIENTISTS ACTUALLY *TALKED* TO US THEY'D KNOW THIS) #BUT THEN HE STILL MADE THE NORTHERNERS WHITE??? GEORGE. U COULD HAVE MADE THEM MONGOLIAN. BROWN PEOPLE DO EXIST IN COLD CLIMATES I SWEAR #NOT EVERYTHING WAS INVENTED BY YTS. ANYWYAY. these tags aren't relevent except to the argment that the REAL indigenous people are the cotf #which is a deepy racist argument that annoys the shit out of me. oh so the only indigenous people in westeros are not the ones whose cultur #us considered superstitious and was stamped out by Fantasy Catholicism who got here ON A LAND BRIDGE and have long faces and dark hair #its the green people with magic. yes. that's not a weird thing to say at all!!!!!!!!!!!! #fancasts

[july-19th-club]

born under a bad sign is so good and so funny meg spends the entire episode marionetting sam around making him stab people and brazenly steal shit and like, be belligerent and harrass jo like ohhhh ahaha this'll get 'em! this one'll definitely be the last straw i cant wait to make them cain and abel it all over this whole stupid nation for exorcising me one single time and dean just straight up refuses to take the bait and doesn't even know there is bait to be taken he's just like. well my little brother would never. and there is another explanation. so jot that down and finally meg has to just shoot him

#he's like well im not superstitious like SOME people i dont think destiny makes us bad. i think we're bad on PURPOSE #and my little brother is GOOD .anyway detective time #and she's like aw fucks sake just get out of here and shoots him #then the exorcise her again and five years later she's their best frenemy and bodyguarding dean's amnesiac boyfriend #i love this show #spn

[thefirstpaleontologist]

okay so I’m thinking yknow like vampires. Vampires are undead so if they die then I don’t think they could leave a ghost. But werewolves? Werewolves are just people who got cursed furry style. They still have souls. If a werewolf died I think they could totally play by the usual ghost rules of violent deaths and unfinished business etc. so then I’m wondering, if a werewolf dies and leaves a ghost, is that ghost still a werewolf, or did dying break the curse? Cause like. Imagine. Youre a ghost but you still turn into a wolf every full moon. And your wolf sona is just out there acting an undead fool once a month. So anyway let me set the scene. Old house, next to some woods. The locals say some old loner died out there in mysterious circumstances. A couple moves in, they’re so optimistic. It’s so scenic. What a lovely private piece of land. Only… ah. It’s got a bit of a wolf problem. Oh well it’s the woods they expected some wildlife to come with that. But then,, hmm. The house might be haunted too? Yikes. Now this couple will soon discover that on the bright side, these two big issues are actually only one big issue. Unfortunately that one issue is a werewolf ghost.

#werewolves #ghost #and like I must emphasise that this is a comedy story #the couple are the working class pragmatic sort. not spiritual or superstitious in the least #they try out all the normal methods of dealing with pests and wolves and old creepy houses first #a local animal expert ranger guy gets called in because the couple is like we have a wolf problem please help and the ranger dude is like #welp you live where the wolves live so that’s on you tbh. but this is weird wolf behaviour so I’ll check it out #and then he comes up and he’s like I think the wolves around here on drugs actually #when the couples exausted their reasonable ideas they’re like :/ welp. time to call an exorcist #guess it’s time to call an exorcist #the ranger sticks around even after it turns out to not be real wolves cause he’s professionally interested in the fact it’s a werewolf #the nearest exorcist is like a day away so there’s various cuts to this priest or whatever driving to the middle of rural now where #and he’s keeps getting into mishaps along the road #like his car breaks down #he hits a deer and then holds a mini funeral and service for the deer #mayeb the deer turns into a ghost and follows him on his way to the werewolf ghost #thatd be something right #when he gets there he’s sprinkling the holy water and doing the chants #and it’s not working but they can tell something is up #they try to use a ouija board but it just keeps saying Awoooo #so then the couple and the exorcise call in one of those people who hold seances #and the werewolf is just like my fucking guy you don’t think I’ve been through this before? #i had people trying to exorcise me while I was alive man! #please picture the werewolf man saying that with a heavy New Yorker accent #oh but it’s important to note that this is not taking place in the US #I am picturing this being set in Italy. in like the Alps or something #I think it being set in Italy gives a certain catholic pizzazz to the ghost aspect #the alps have wolves I looked it up to double check #it wouldn’t have mattered to me if there weren’t wolves that would have just added to the comedy #but there are apparently 900 wolves in the Alps

[toytulini]

fish died :(

#toy txt post #animal death #hes been. looking like shit and not eating and not showing interest in food for awhile and then #all morning today he was laying on his side just. worse than ever. i started trying to find some clove oil irl to euth him but fucking #nowhere has it. but then i got home and he was dead anyway so i guess thats moot #glad hes not suffering anymore. wish he wouldve just fucking eaten some god damn food instead of wasting away like that. hhh #i figured out why the tank feels so fucking CURSED and i couldnt get the nitrates down but idk i guess too late for him #or maybe that rando on reddit was right and the water was too hard and everything circles back to not being able to have an R/O filter #i dont fucking know #the cories and kuhlis and clown plec are okay for now i think. i think theyre fine. if they start having problems out of nowhere i really #might get superstitious for real about fish and just never talk about them ever again. god. logically i know its stupid And Yet

[chiptrillino]

Your Zuko and Sokka are such beautiful boys.

And your Jee is a dreamy MAN.

I still do think that maybe I am idealising them a bit but also…

yes, sokka is a very handsome guy. and zuko despite having Ozais face is still very nice to look at.

but Jee looking out the sea hair touseled by the wind. his whole 'the man and the ocean aesthetic' Yeah… dreamy I am all for it!

thank you anon!

#chip!ask #jee is this m odel of a man but once you spend time with him and heard him speak a bit you realize #he is vary superstitious #says little but when he does you realize he is vary judgy #also anyone else a bit bothered that zuko is a bit mini ozai? tiny bit? #just me? #i mean i do GET IT WHY !!! #but urgh... #zuko unlucky through and through