#whateva.

[sokkatheboomerangboi]

Zuko is HAWT in more ways than one

[ghostpajamas]

could you draw chilchuck's (unconfirmed) wife?

"hes seriously gonna have to retire if that was his wife. how are you gonna be a rogue and fumble that bad" - wrote that in my sketchbook by candlelight during a power outage last night.

[pixie-hazard86]

illi mcmillington 🩷🩷

[passwordispassword]

Fanfic 1: Captain Boomerang x Reader

while I feel like I could just post the original version with Jaime and Boomer I’m just going to change it to something other people can actually read. X reader version first, then I’ll add a cut and insert the original

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How Many Have You Kissed?

You look out into the dust filled sunset, the darkness of the night following closely behind that beautiful bright light. The bottle meets your lips once more, smooth liquor flowing down your throat as you get lost in thought for a moment. That is, until Boomer speaks up. You two had split off from the group for the night, feeling like a well deserved break was in order. You both sit on the roof of one of Metropolis’ many now abandoned buildings. You gaze off into the horizon, legs hanging over the edge as you sit there, teammate not even five feet away.

Boomer looks over to you, green eyes sweeping over your form. He liked that relaxed, neutral look on your face. It made his nervous stomach calm down, just a bit. He clears his throat, eyes moving ahead to the sunset so he’s not caught staring.

“...Y’know, mate? I told you I kissed a thousand women. But…that was kinda a lie.” He says, eyes falling down to the nearly empty bottle in his hand. Your eyes are drawn over, and you looks at him. A faint smile present on your face.

“..I know.”

“--I’ve only kissed two, ‘r three,” he admits, though fairly embarrassed. His worked hands toy with the bottle a bit before he looks up at the other, your gazes meeting. “How many men have you kissed, then?” He asks, voice softer than normal. You chuckle, looking away in an almost bashful manner. Seems you’re hesitant to admit your answer.

“Very few…”

“--But you offered me one. How come?” you gaze back at him, deep eyes softened a bit as one more laugh slips out of. You can’t help but giggle at yourself a bit, the alcohol bringing a bit of drunken cheer.

“It’s stupid…” You begin, taking in a breath and sighing. “I just…wanted to kiss you.” Boomer’s eyes widened, a light blush spreading over his freckled face. A soft silence falls over the pair for a moment, the Australian’s grip nervously tightening on his bottle.

“...Would you…wanna kiss me now..?” He asks, tone tender and cautious. You look back and see those beautiful, wide eyes of Boomer’s. God, you loved the way his eyelashes caught the golden sunlight, how the amber and teal mixed together in those irises of his. Your mouth falls open for a moment, though you’re unable to speak.

Eventually you nod, scooting closer to him.

“...I think I would.”

Jaime looks out into the dust filled sunset, the darkness of the night following closely behind that beautiful bright light. The bottle meets his lips once more, smooth liquor flowing down his throat as he gets lost in thought for a moment. That is, until Boomer speaks up. The pair had split off from the group for the night, feeling like a well deserved break was in order. They sit on the roof of one of Metropolis’ many now abandoned buildings. Jaime gazes off into the horizon, legs hanging over the edge as he sits there, teammate not even five feet away.

Boomer looks over to the other man, green eyes sweeping over his form. He liked that relaxed, neutral look on Jaime’s face. It made his nervous stomach calm down, just a bit. He clears his throat, eyes moving ahead to the sunset so he’s not caught staring.

“...Y’know, mate? I told you I kissed a thousand women. But…that was kinda a lie.” He says, eyes falling down to the nearly empty bottle in his hand. Jaime’s eyes are drawn over, and he looks at him. A faint smile on his face.

“..I know.”

“--I’ve only kissed two, ‘r three,” he admits, though fairly embarrassed. His worked hands toy with the bottle a bit before he looks up at the other, their gazes meeting. “How many men have you kissed, then?” He asks, voice softer than normal. Jaime chuckles, looking away in an almost bashful manner. He seems hesitant to admit his answer.

“Very few…”

“--But you offered me one. How come?” The darker haired man looks back at him, deep eyes softened a bit as one more laugh slips out of him. He can’t help but giggle at himself a bit, the alcohol making him cheerier.

“It’s stupid…” He begins, taking in a breath and sighing. “I just…wanted to kiss you.” Boomer’s eyes widened, a light blush spreading over his freckled face. A soft silence falls over the pair for a moment, the Australian’s grip nervously tightening on his bottle.

“...Would you…wanna kiss me now..?” He asks, tone tender and cautious. Jaime looks back and sees those beautiful, wide eyes of Boomer’s. He loved the way his eyelashes caught the golden sunlight, how the amber and teal mixed together in those irises of his. His mouth falls open for a moment, though he’s unable to speak.

Eventually he nods, scooting closer to him.

“...I think I would.”

[rn-pmount]

how are you supposed to eat when you are too disabled to cook after work and too poor to buy delivery

why have i been sadled with such dilemmas

[lulivalu]

using ch.ai sounds so isolating. join a rp community. write w ur friends. write fanfic. don't feed your creativity into a machine, share it with the people around you

[tillman]