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[bisexuallsokka]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

5 times Mako’s chronic pain helped him and Wu become better friends, +1 time it helped them become something more.

[thiefhour]

postuje na tunglrze dla potomnych ..... najbardziej ikoniczna lesbijka z polskich lektur i największa ofiara comphetu w literaturze

[icyxmischief]

I wanna give him a neck rub after seeing all those hair flips... majestic, sure, but it kinda looks painful.

"Frankly, I would not stop you. The price of melodrama is high indeed."

[sunkissed-moon]

ma'am

if any anon comes at you, i'm going to show em what happens when someone messes with my girlfriend😤😤😤

WAIT LEMME READ THAT AGAIN

you never even asked but okay I accept 😔👌

[sapphicwhxre]

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[sclfmastery]

👁 (ask on mobile works!) (Lets get a thread started?)

Secrets meme! (Accepting!) ||| 👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

     “I . . . I tried to kill the Doctor and I used her DNA to create a race of hideous cyber-organic monsters, but I . . . I . . . I love her.” 

[kurokoros]

Pls turn into a feral little monster i beg of u

[ipraygreywords]

zel barges into rezo's study, slams the door closed behind him, and locks it. his face is beet red. his voice is both quietly alarmed and severe. "we have to get rid of every piece of mistletoe within 4 square miles."

Rezo undergoes a process of both joy and mourning whenever moments of mundane silliness, such as this one, transpire.

They’re a gentlest brush, like bare skin against pliant pine needles during a woodland stroll, with warm memories.  With the possibility of normalcy again, and emotional intimacy, and nearness.

So his heart pangs with a sweet sadness when his socially inept grandson declares the kissing plant illegal under their shared roof. 

Joy takes over, then mirth: mirth like vanilla and cinnamon broiling in a stovepot, making a whole kitchen fragrant with home.  

He takes his chair, and scoots it mere inches away from the distraught battlemage. He drops it in front of Zelgadis, shimmies his butt into a comfortable spot on the cushions, and leans his chin on an elbow-propped hand.

     “Spill.”