Reasons Aunt Wu Should Be In The White Lotus Include But Are Not Limited To: A) They Need More Women

Orpheus turned around cause lil nas x slid down the pole right behind him

katara is a supportive little sister and sokka tries to paint the people he loves so that he never forgets what they look like again

baby i’ve got half finished wips you couldn’t even imagine

Bestie, I need MORE

I wrote a very short thing i don’t hate that isn’t specific to any character, i just liked the concept of the scene and started writing. what do y’all think? It’s meant to have enemies to lovers vibes

The blade sat beneath your chin, the tip pricking your skin until a bead of blood formed. It dripped down the expanse of bare skin of your neck, traveling along your clavicle and mixing in with the sweat slicking your skin. Your clothes stuck to your skin, hands trembled on the rough concrete.

"Yield," he murmured.

His chest rose and fell at a pace that contrasted yours. His slow and steady. Yours like your pounding heart, searching for a moment to breathe. To let your guard down. But that was how you'd gotten into this scenario.

"I'm to be killed anyway," you huffed, voice strained. "Feel free to claim the bounty as your own."

The blade wavered. A blade that never wavered. That had struck down contract upon contract. It hesitated.

"You ran." His words were not of the wind. They were like stakes being hammered into the ground. The flat of the tool smacking into your chest with each word. "You have nowhere to go. Left to fend for yourself with nothing. No weapon, no plan, no hope. But you ran. Are you an optimist or a horrible coward trying to outrun death?"

"Perhaps both." You forced yourself to meet his gaze. "Forgive a person for fearing death."

"What's there to fear when you have nothing left to lose?" He pressed the blade harder. You winced, eyes closed, a tear sneaking down your cheek.

"What isn't there when there's so much left to gain?"

A glance at his face showed a mask. A well-practiced one that took years upon years to perfect. Hardened by death and torment. And it slipped. Barely. Just enough to see the human beneath the myth. Beneath the mercenary who'd taken up the mantle of Death.

You'd fought him—someone who stood no chance against his combat expertise. And you'd lost. Unequivocally so. Yet you weren't begging. You weren't yielding. You held your ground even as the fear seeped from you like water from a cloth. Like the blood his blade drew from your neck, from many necks.

Terrified yet fearless. Brave yet unsure. Lost but determined. So similar to someone who'd long been gone. It twisted a wound deep beneath scarred tissue. Jerked something so deep and buried it shook him. Uncomfortably so.

He lowered his blade.

"If you're going on the run, you really ought to have a plan. And the bare minimum combat skills."

Your brows pinched. Face morphed into disbelief.

"You're not going to kill me?"

"No." He stepped back. Cocked an uninterested brow. "I'm going to do the opposite. Get up."

A second of hesitation before you stood on shaky legs. You waited, in case it was a trick. A false hope before striking you down. But he just looked over his shoulder and scoffed.

"Come. Let's turn you into the survivor you wish to be."

random headcanon: modern au sokka hates riding on rollercoasters. he appreciates them from an engineering standpoint but he does NOT want to be dropped from hundreds of feet in the air thank you very much. this doesn't stop zuko from forcing him to ride front seat with him anyway

RIP to everyone killed by the gods for their hubris but im different. and better. maybe even better than the gods

I like to imagine that in any atla modern au, aang still, for some reason, finds a reason to beat ozai’s ass

8/11 Happy birthday Aizawa 🥳💕💕💖

If I tell you about something that I’m really excited about it means I trust you. It’s not an invitation for you to be dismissive, rude and/or change topics as quickly as possible. 

some nights are harder than others. sometimes it feels like he was just here.