#allhumans

[mika-does]

ĀĿĿ MŌ₦sŦĒr ĀrĒ ĦŪMĀ₦s

[bxlin-blog1]

@allhumans​

                ❛  OH MAKO! Look at him! Look at Pabu. He’s walking on his hands. Do you know what this means! Oh it’s a miracle -- PABU, THE GREAT FERRET. Think about all the money we can make by doing this. I can get him a cool outfit and all. Just don’t tell the little guy, I want it to be a surprise.❜

[sentinaels]

i would like y'all to know the romanov family appears in deathless:

Now, just down the way lives Nikolai Aleksandrovich and his long-haired wife Aleksandra Fedorovna. Before their open door play their four beautiful daughters—Olga, Tatiana, Maria, and Anastasia—and their sickly young son, Aleksey, who sits in the shade of a poplar and reads while his sisters kick pine cones between them on the green. Nikolai himself is a bit dim and distracted, but his mustache is thick, and he means very well, even if his garden half dies every winter for lack of water, even if his cow screams to be milked every so often, and he does not hear her. Vladimir Ilyich once tried to discuss his doctrine of roses and lilacs with Nikolai, who gave him a cup of kvass and listened intently. The sun passed behind a cloud. But Nikolai Aleksandrovich only laughed and sent old Vova on his way, his sympathies being rather with the roses. Aleksandra, her apron embroidered with a moth’s delicacy, her arms muscled from arguing with sheep, once told Marya Morevna that her husband was visited by the same dream as his neighbor, of the white ants and the red, and had wept in his sleep for weeks.

[princessorganc-archived-blog]

@allhumans​ 

          “ are you angry with me ??? “     a rare moment where she is NERVOUS around her father   ——   tensions running high after being caught in the arms of han   ——   she had never brought up the notion of a boyfriend with her father,     sparing SUCH TOPICS for her mother mainly,     && snips at times.     still,     hadn’t her mother promised to talk to her father about han for her ???     somehow from the look on her dad’s face,     leia DOUBTED the senator spoke to him in time.     oh dear.     “ say something   ——   PLEASE ??? “

[strongtoothed-blog]

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❛ Tousou !  ❜ The infant squeals with delight, proudly holding the small stone figurine out for her brother to see. It’s granite, gnawed into the form of one Incredibly Deadly Viper. 

[toughlittleguy-blog]

@allhumans || continued. 

    “you AIN’T gonna go back there  ––  not ever, ya hear?”   one hand held CRUTCHIE’S shoulder while the other found its way to his sweaty, sleep-mussed hair.  crutchie’s NIGHTMARE had woken them both, and he didn’t have to tell jack anything for the older boy to know what the haunting DREAM had been about  ––  he’d had enough of his own to KNOW their nature.   “even if SNYDER gets outta jail ––––––––––”   the very thought of that made jack’s stomach turn, but he kept his REASSURING face sturdy and strong.   “––––––––––  there ain’t no way you’s ever gettin’ into his PATH again.”   jack WOULDN’T let that happen  ––  not again. 

     “i HEAR ya, jack,” crutchie says, his voice soft and wilting. he was becoming MORE sad on the rooftop MORE often now -- somedays, he avoided sleeping on the roof altogether. he couldn’t show jack, that was the thing. he couldn’t show JACK how snyder continued to visit him in his DREAMS. still....

    “jack, what if --” he forces a smile, and places a hand on the railing. “what if... we go visit him. in jail. snyder. an’ we can see ‘im an’ know he’s there FOR GOOD and -- “ his voice suddenly dies, for he’s too afraid of telling jack what he truly wants. and he can finally sleep again. that’s all he wants. to sleep UNDISTURBED. 

[amavitab]

@allhumans​            (sc.)

                    “  you  see,  your  shoulders  may  be  BROAD,  but  there  are  only  so  many  crosses  you  can  bear  before  you  BREAK  ---  ” 

[kidncpped]

"Do you have any bandages?" ( from MAKO )

injury starters || ( accepting. )

               NIMBLE FINGERS wrapped her own bloody knuckles, wincing as the fabric scraped against her raw skin. The White Lotus was trying to train Korra using traditional techniques and bending forms –– something they said she had MISSED under the guidance of the Red Lotus. Maybe that was true, but how they had taught her, by exerting her strength THROUGH THE ELEMENTS, was what made bending exciting. She was made to fight, and training with the White Lotus was boring.

It was one of the reasons why she liked Mako. He wouldn’t go easy on her during sparring. He let her fight, and he let her get HURT –– It was through these scrapes and burns that she learned the most. Their fights felt real. Mako gave her the closest thing to a real fighting experience within the compound walls, to which she was grateful. All the other guards seemed TIMID to fight her. Maybe it was because she was the Avatar, or maybe it was because she could BLOW THEM UP using only her mind.

Ripping the bandage with her teeth after it was fairly secure around her hand, Korra glanced up at Mako. He didn’t get away from their matches without a mark, either ( although, she would never seriously hurt him. ) She flashed him a grin, “Yeah, need any help?”