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@deanismygodwiththatwhistle
Sokka: Aang y'know how you took away Ozai’s firebending?
Aang: I recall yes
Sokka: can I have it
Aang: …what?
Sokka: can I have his firebending. just for like ten minutes
Aang: what no
Sokka: why not I wanna prank zuko
Aang:
Aang:
Aang: okay five minutes
hi take everything I own
There’s more!
tear come out just seeing this. I love this so much
Would you mind adding me to your taglist? I really like your writing and would like to be able to read it as soon as more comes out!
Hi sweetie! I need to know which taglist you want to be added to. My FOREVER one that is put at the end of every fic no matter fandom/pairing or a specific tag? Let me know sweetie so I can put you in the right one!
I’d love to be in your forever one! Thank you so much!!!
He would be superior dkdjdjd
I was rewatching Avatar last night and my sister straight up said that he looks like “the boyfriend from Lilo and Stitch” and “look he even has the puka necklace” I can’t with her
Who am I
Who am I but the required background character used for the exposition of the main character, I’m the friend they leave behind to grow, the small town you leave to follow your dreams, the childhood memory that fades away with time
My name
My full name has 15 unique letters;
15 letters that are used to build and define so much, used and combined to produce something with no meaning, someone who can be anyone and no one at the same time, a shadow in a room of light dimming the potential of the room by existing, being in limbo not knowing who you’re going to be the next day, what role you’re going to play to make sure the show goes on.
Boii-- i freaking cried reading A Mother's Love, it is amazing i love it and just wow, is there going to be more parts? instantly followed
Oh my gosh! I’m so happy that you loved it. Yes, I have about two more parts planned for it. If you would like to be tagged in the next part just let me know. Thank you for your support honey! Instantly followed back <3
¡Yes please! I have been binge-reading your fics and I- 🥰. I just knew that the fic gods smiled upon me and has blessed me with finding yours. So big fan, love you, you are now part of my very extensive family 😘
Friend, please
I called out to her yet she wouldn’t respond she couldn’t hear me in her own world one where I am not welcome at all times a world where I’m sure everything is better without me yet I come and try to tear down that ideal but I can’t for it’s too strong
I reached out to her tried to give her my head, and she just looked ahead and continued without a hesitation there was no need for me here and she proved it
Oh shit. No. Shit. Thank you
Just gonna reblog this out of gratitude because I actually did forget…
Fffffffff let me get right on that.
and then reblog for the next forgetful son of a bitch
I’m so great full for everyone that is reblogging this. I totally forgot to take mine
I think that there is some sort of unspoken fairy godparent thing where you see this, realize that you forgot your meds, and rebagel it because if you forgot someone else must have. And in our turn we all take care of each other, even if we don’t know it.
everyone who reblogs this before 03-30-2020 gets a book recommendation based on their blog in their inbox
I’m not even second choice...
Mental breakdown
Is this how people with depression feel? I’ve barely even touched their iceberg, but I can see how much pain and suffering they go through. Why? I don’t want to anything I like, I’m just in bed with Mathilda, hoping to feel better while crying. I wanna go home, but I am home
Therapist’s Office
I recognize my body language in your office, my arms tight and closed around my body; the shaking leg; the blank stare refusing to meet yours, creating a wall between you and me, my arms the bricks; shoulders hunched and covering my stomach, the weakest point of being, both physically and emotionally; my lips long and hidden, preventing me from speaking the thoughts in my head or short and tight, to stow the insistent corrections, contradictions, and errors from exiting my wrongful mouth; the refusal to speak no matter how much I want to; the being entrapped in your body, convulsing to come out but the brick wall preventing you from even taking a step in any direction, no right, no wrong, no law, no nothing, no facades, no me.
Letter for You
Thank You @aseasyasdeanspie for being the only one to tell me I should post what I write.
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Will we know if he truly cared? If he did, it would be obvious, wouldn’t it? There wouldn’t be a doubt in my, our mind if he did. I guess we know now that we are worthless to him. We must retaliate, hurt him in the way we can. I understand if you don’t want to or if you can’t; I mean we loved him so deeply, it must be hard to hurt him. But with him like this, we know that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. The plan has been set, he will die by my, our hands in two weeks’ time let god forgive us but this is what I must do to be free of this treacherous man’s life to be free of him.
love dearly,
You
Oofff. Idk what he did but ohhhh
When someone appreciates your work. I’m like feeling so loved and it’s literally only one person
This is literally me right now🥰
Don’t tell anyone but @aseasyasdeanspie you are now one of, if not, the person who has made me the happiest these past few days thanks to this
Goldfish stare
There was a painting of a goldfish in my aunt's house and this came to life. Once again this makes little sense, but I’ll post it only cause of @aseasyasdeanspie
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There is a goldfish looking at me his eyes wide, petrified, he won’t stop staring straight at me. He, in a river, a pond full of places to hide yet he doesn’t. He stays out in the open, vulnerable. I don’t know if he will stay alive if he continues like this. Should I leave him? I mean, if he doesn’t move soon, another fish could potentially attack but isn’t that the way of life, the natural order of things. The weakest dumbest fish dies. I left him be; It isn’t my place to decide when and what lives or dies. I came back, to see him still there staring at me, through me, almost as if he knew I was already gone from this place you call home.
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So yeah I have no clue how this came to be
Letter for You
Thank You @aseasyasdeanspie for being the only one to tell me I should post what I write.
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Will we know if he truly cared? If he did, it would be obvious, wouldn't it? There wouldn’t be a doubt in my, our mind if he did. I guess we know now that we are worthless to him. We must retaliate, hurt him in the way we can. I understand if you don't want to or if you can't; I mean we loved him so deeply, it must be hard to hurt him. But with him like this, we know that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. The plan has been set, he will die by my, our hands in two weeks' time let god forgive us but this is what I must do to be free of this treacherous man’s life to be free of him.
love dearly,
You
So sometimes I write...
When I’m alone and sad or in a mood, I write my feelings or some random shite and my English teacher really likes it and my therapist was like “you could be an author” and so should I post some of them here?
anyone, please answer I don’t know if I should or not
(has nothing to do with any fandom or mental illness) “very pg”
Timeless (Prologue)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You lose each other in the 40s.
Word Count: 675
Warnings: Uhhh some sad stuff, but nothing too bad!
A/N: Hello loves! Something short for this first post, just because it’s the introduction. Seeing as this will be a pretty short series, we’re jumping head-first into the plot with the first chapter next week. I’m very excited to share this with you, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Please let me know what you think!
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June 14th, 1943
“Your boy’s lookin’ for you.”
Sandra’s cheery tone cuts through the loud voices of the recently-discharged dock workers, off-duty police officers, and weary-to-go-home-husbands. The blonde’s short hair shines golden under the warm lights of the bar, the color catching the eyes of a group of particularly rowdy patrons who whistle at her to walk over. She goes with an eye roll and a loud sigh, though you know she doesn’t mean it.
The catcalls might get tiresome, but the tavern’s one of the few places that keeps the rent money coming.
From your place behind the beer crates, you catch a glimpse of a familiar jawline. He’s hunched over the bar, brows furrowed as he plays with something in his hands. His bottom lip worried between his teeth, and you watch him for a few more seconds, trying hard to bite back a smile.
Few sights are more welcome than Bucky Barnes at your workplace. Maybe Bucky Barnes showing up at your doorstep early in the morning, all smiles and sleep-crinkled eyes. Maybe him in your small kitchen, offering to make you breakfast because you had a late night at work, lean muscle rippling beneath his undershirt. Those are all welcome. Encouraged, even.
One that is particularly unwelcome, though, is Bucky Barnes at your workplace, rolling a gold ring between his fingers.
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I hate you. like why did I tear up like, why are you doing this to me. I regret being part of this ughh
you’re lucky I still love you and your writing
