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[mannentilminkardemomme]

Seeing you guys’ reactions in the tags to my gif set was golden!! I just have to share some of the best of them with you guys ahhhhahhh sorry not sorry for making it<3

(I’mma tag you all here too because I have no chill) :P  @adivaroach @confusedisak @br1skeby @isakseyeroll @sleepyboyjpg @holocene-days @isakevven @bobbiejo1 @silverdaydreams @bustyvel @theghostofbarakat @0824boogirl @whalefromdenver @kissmysas @coffeeshoptarjei @cuccittini @treatevenbetter @stilinskibamf )

[linddzz]

I called Thorin for Thorin Oakenshmoop in my head, and I'm holding you responsible. Now he is Thorin Oakenschmoop.

I fully accept responsibility for more Thorin Oakenschmoop in the world. Bless.

[non-heinous]

bustyvel reblogged your post my fave trio c: and added:

This is perf. Ruff, Tuff and Hotlout

LOL i'm a horrible person and i've been calling them babenut, tuffslut, and hotlout in my head...

[gothiethefairy]

Struggle

"It's always such a struggle to get you to smile for one decent photo." Peter muttered, looking through the pictures he took with his camera.

"Cameras and me just don't mix, baby boy." Wade answered back, busy watching television as he ate leftover pizza.

[secretsecrettunnel]

Ficlet: Lights

Title/Prompt: Lights Word count: 391 Notes: This is for bustyvel who suggested the prompt. Sorry it's late.

These new fangled electric lights were just great.

Aang loved these new fangled electric lights. The gas powered lights they had originally installed in their home had always made him feel uneasy and he had been glad when the offer of wiring and outlets had been made.

The slight buzzing sound they made soothed him as he read in their bed, the soft pillows propping him up and the gentle breeze swaying through the curtains filling his lungs as the evening set in. It was still relatively early, before midnight, but Aang was exhausted from a long day of dreary meetings. He had came home, thankfully eaten the dinner Katara had prepared for him and then begged off her company to simply sit in solitude with his book. She understood of course – even the Avatar needed time alone.

It wasn’t much later when Katara finally wandered through to their room, her wild hair spilling over one shoulder as she worked at the ties of her dress. She smiled softly at him as she continued across the room, stepping behind an ornately painted folding screen.

It was quite by accident that the room had been set up with the light fixture situated behind the screen. When Aang had realised what effect this had on the long panels he was not entirely unpleased. The glow cast the wonderful shadow of her silhouette against the screen whenever she stepped behind it.

This meant that whenever she removed her clothes (which she did with great frequency when she stepped behind the screen) he would be able to see a perfect outline of every dip and swell of her body – of her flawless curves and wonderful figure. Somehow it was more erotic than the sight of her in her undergarments.

His book was discarded as he watched her movements behind the screen, the layers of tunics and wraps being pulled away easily. Aang watched as the round curves of her hips wiggled as her briefs were shimmied to the floor and the long lean length of her arm popped the top of the screen as she stretched the kinks from her back. She lowered her arm and the shadow of her naked body stepped towards the edge of the screen and flipping the switch to turn off the fitting without putting any night clothes on.

Yeah, Aang definitely loved these new fangled electric lights.