Victoria 💜

[ilyzsue]

Hi! I'm new to tumblr, and this is one of my first Zutara fanarts. Hope you like it! You can also find me on instagram and twitter if you'd like to see more of my art ❤️

[baklavasudarajako]

Felling at home

[macaron0verlord]

First meeting

the first time they met their respective eridians

(Send ideas!)

[daredevil-vagabond]

I won't forget how you looked at me then

[nyenye0701]

grace rocky save each other

[bamfspock]

Happy Fucking Moon Day

[idgabuck]

Broke: Grace spending too much time around Simon that he eventually starts swearing properly.

Woke: Simon starts spending too much time around Grace that he starts swearing like him and then gets frustrated. It’s like he’s in the good place where he can’t actually swear now and he gets so frustrated he is like “YOU DID THIS TO ME!”

[tomorobo-illust]

See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/158400509

Rocky and Adrian bringing their younger set of pebble children to visit their weird fleshy uncles!

I personally imagine both Ryland and Simon take a while to adjust and be comfortable with physical touch, despite both being touch starved as well (thanks to trauma ;u;). So this would take place well after the long burn of slowly and naturally allowing themselves to feel safe and secure with each other to close that space. It's hard for them to trust anyone again, but I like to believe they choose to trust each other in the end.

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[jasperwithproblems]

Finished the book and felt the sudden urge to make this

also yes, he is wearing Ilyukhina's skirt

Individual strips under the cut:

[jellyfishforest135]

Typical science teacher behavior

[ouchies-manager]

Awww, Simon’s taking care of the pebbles 🥰

Uh, Grace, u good?

[brieariart]

Rocky and Adrian feat. Pebbles

[unicornlacemoonlight]

[nyenye0701]

book grace: rocky would you still love me if i were a worm

movie rocky: would grace still love rocky if rocky were a taumoeba

[homoquartz]

i’ve warmed up significantly towards the concept of small talk ever since i learned that its sole purpose is to make friendly noises.

as long as you smile and nod, people are satisfied. it’s just to show that you are nice and there with good intentions. we’re small in a big world and have to rely on other people to be decent to us. so we do our little human dance to each other to say, “i’m not here to hurt you. here’s something we have in common, like the weather or sports or itchy sweaters, so we both know we’re on the same team. we both agree on a basic fact, like that it is rainy or that being itchy is uncomfortable, and this proves we can get along. i’m being light-hearted and non-threatening right now.”

small talk isn’t to get to know a person. it’s just a greeting to affirm you’re buddies in the universe.

i am motivated by wanting the other person to know i am friendly, so i have gotten pretty decent at small talk when i used to hate it.

[piratedgender]

[themisally]

[lake-shark]

the concept of how sir arthur conan doyle was as a person always sends me into fits. imagine making the most famous literary character of all time but you hate the character so much you try to kill him off. but everyone is so horny for this asshole detective they make you bring him back. even your own mother gets mad when he’s dead because she likes him. raising your prices to ridiculous rates to avoid writing holmes stories backfired and now you’re rich. it’s absolutely a pain because it’s keeping you from your true passion which is spiritualism despite how one of your good friends harry houdini keeps telling you it’s bullshit. you consider your best novels to be historical ones but they’re well over shadowed by the nemesis of your own creation sherlock fucking holmes. some fake photographs from some kids convinced you faeries were real and you wrote a whole book about it. you started writing stories in medical school. and yes, also you are a doctor. after you’re dead, they erect a statue of sherlock holmes across the street from your birthplace, causing you to probably roll over one hundred eighty degrees in your grave and scream into your casket pillow.

[cake-sweetheart-deactivated2011]