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[carrionkid]

hey guy who’s exactly 365 days older than me, anything i can expect for being 25? i feel weird about it

Being 25 rocks you can do whatever you want AND you still have insurance if you rely on your parents insurance AND you can also rent a car

[muffinlance]

Consider: Post-canon Zuko wakes up in the body of his childhood self, the morning of That War Meeting. Would he still speak against the plans, knowing his fate? What do you think he would do differently the second time around?

"Turned away at the doors, Zuzu?"

"Shut up, Azula," her brother sulked. But sulked weirdly, after staring at her too long and too wide-eyed, not like she'd surprised him but--

But like he hadn't expected her to be there. At all.

He turned away. ...He turned back. "Hey, Lala? Do you think you could help me practice that one set?"

He didn't meet her eyes.

She narrowed hers. "Which set?"

"The one I'm bad at."

She scoffed. Pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning against. "That's all of them, Dum-Dum."

He didn't shout or stomp or yell about the nickname. His lips twitched.

"It's okay," he said. "If you're afraid you won't be a better teacher that my instructor..."

It was the most obvious manipulation ever.

Perhaps if he proved an adequate firebending student, she'd work on his courtly survival skills next. Honestly, it was good that not even Uncle Gets-Cousins-Killed had been fool enough to take Zuko into that war meeting. She could only imagine how terribly that could have gone.

"Keep up," she said, and turned her steps towards the training grounds.

He did. There, and during the katas she ran him through.

Azula kept her eyes narrowed.

"Hey," he asked, "do you know how to bend lightning yet?"

As if he could have missed it, if she'd been able to get more than sparks. "I will soon," she said.

"You will," he agreed, and flowed through his next set. The one she'd only just mastered.

Father didn't notice how weird Zuzu was being. Uncle never noticed anything. Zuko ate dinner and asked a servant for seconds and didn't stutter or flinch or lose his appetite when father asked, coolly, what he'd done with his day. Azula's shoulders tensed, because one mention of how she'd squandered her own training time teaching him--

"Azula hogged the training grounds. For hours," Zuzu scowled, exactly like a petulant thirteen year old.

Exactly like he hadn't been acting all day.

By the time Father was looking her way, Azula had her usual smirk in place. "I'm sure there would be room for both of us," she said, "you're not afraid of a little friendly fire, are you, brother?"

Zuko sulked. And ate his seconds, like he was enjoying each bite. There was something in his eyes, like a joke no one else was getting.

---

Father died that night. A heart attack. There were the faintest of burns to either side of the treacherous organ; the royal physician hypothesized that he'd grabbed at his chest, fingers burning hot in his final moments; so hot they'd only exacerbated the problem.

The royal physician would never have been brought any victims of lighting strikes. Those that occurred in the capital did not generally require a doctor in the aftermath.

Zuzu ate a hearty breakfast.

He didn't order seconds. Azula gave him points, at least, for not being tacky.

---

The sages named Iroh as regent.

They named Zuko as Fire Lord.

"No," the tiny Fire Lord in his perfectly miniaturized Fire Lord robes said, sitting at the head of his war council. "We're not doing that. And I'll be reviewing all recent battle plans, as well. What's this I hear about a division of new recruits being deployed to the front?"

He did not mention how he'd heard of the 41st Division. No one asked.

"Prince Iroh, surely--" one of the generals tried to appeal.

The young Fire Lord's regent was looking as startled as the rest of them, for a moment. Then he sipped his tea, and smiled.

"Your Fire Lord is correct, of course. A change in our leadership--a change the other nations may mistakenly view as weakness--will necessitate a change in our strategy."

"Now," said their lord, "what, exactly, is our overall objective in this war?"

War, the new Fire Lord decreed, was not an end unto itself.

---

The new Fire Lord continued to have time, to pretend to be trained by her. Azula watched him. Adjusted her footwork. Did not tolerate, and was not offered, any commentary on who was teaching who.

"What did you do with my brother?" she asked, as they flowed from one set to the next. As her hands, poised to throw fire, just so happened to be pointed his way.

He missed a step. It didn't look like an act.

"I'm, uh. Right here?"

She didn't bother to dignify that.

He didn't bother to look worried about her hands, one movement off from a true attack.

He looked around, then grabbed her sleeve, and tugged her further from any walls that may hide ears. The royal family's private training grounds were wonderfully large, and wonderfully open.

"It's me," he said. "It's still me. Just. More of me? Longer of me?"

She narrowed her eyes. A familiar expression, by this point. "Explain."

"...I found the Avatar," he said. "And this is definitely his fault, but--but I guess it started at a war meeting, when I was thirteen."

Azula listened. It was a very Dum-Dum story.

[dukeofdadykes]

Finally got around to watching I saw the tv glow and I’ve had an incomprehensible sense of dread ever since 🙂‍↕️

[meltedmush]

Another dump of my weekly illustrations!

[burins]

giving tim drake the illness. that boy doesn't have a spleen and when he gets the Normal Human Flu he is out for like two months. no one has ever been worse at being sick. his text chain with dick is just like

tim 8:07 pm

when i die do you want my playstation

dick i thought about it some more and im gonna give it to bart he likes games more. sorry I hope this doesn't hurt your feelings

i measured my heart rate and it's 83 but that seems high. that's too high right?

Cleveland clinic says asplenia can cause heart problems maybe i should call leslie

DONT TELL BRUCE BTW. HE DOESNT KNOW I'M SICK

or about the spleen thing either haha.

wait I told you about the spleen thing right?

haha

tim 9:12 pm

nvm I drank a gatorade All Good Boss!

(1 missed call - Dick Grayson 10:37 pm)

(1 missed call - Dick Grayson 10:38 pm)

(1 missed call - Dick Grayson 10:39 pm)

dick 10:40 pm

timothy drake I am at your door. let me in.

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SPLEEN.

tim if you don't let me in i will call babs

tim if you don't let me in i will call babs and also I will tell her about your spleen

TIMOTHY!!!

[nine-aetharia]

y'all telling me the bourgeoisie butcher. the ceo sniper. the healthcare hitman. may have possibly shot that ceo with a vet gun like he was putting down a dog, wrote Deny, Defend, Depose on the bullets, and then deliberately left behind his backpack filled with monopoly money. y'all telling me that is his design

[divatheeva]

i would die for these two lovelies just so you know

[crazycookieraider]

One detail I haven't seen people point out is how whenever we see Jimmy sitting in the cockpit, he is ALWAYS seated in the left seat. And at least in aviation, the left seat is considered the Captain's seat, while the right seat is the Co-Pilot's (First Officer's) seat.

Remember the start of the game, when the course needs to be corrected to avoid the crash? He purposefully steers it wrong using the Captain's yoke. So even if they all survive the crash, even if they all end up being rescued, the blame would fall onto Curly.

Plus, even when he's in the cockpit together with Curly, getting his psych eval done and being asked a very direct question of "Have you been able to complete your mandated tasks as a Co-Pilot efficiently?" he is casually answering it while sitting in someone else's seat.

Cool bit of foreshadowing imo, but also shows how damn OBSESSED and petty Jimmy was from the very start.

[carrionkid]

i also had my first surgery somewhat recently (last fall) and got super back into one piece while i was recovering

Both in universe and in reality, if you're having the worst time of your life monkey D Luffy WILL find you and he WILL drag you out of there no matter what LMFAOOOO

[cracklewink]

Harmony Syndrome Part 5/5

The last chapter of my mlp infection AU! Thank you to everyone who followed along. Some final thoughts on my twitter @cracklewink if anyone's interested : )

[megistusleep]

Those United In Common Cause

[dpurut]

primum non nocere

art ig- @acepostale

[cursedpiratestash]

Iron fist(Lin Lie) x Reader

General relationship headcanons

a/n: I'm sorta rusty sorry :')

As focused as he can be on anything but romance in the beginning I like to think he does pick up on any signals you send his way. Whether or not you can pick up on any of his signals may vary.

If you happen to be particularly oblivious he doesn’t shy away from grander gestures such as bringing you gifts or snacks that you’ve mentioned are your absolute favorites. Must he rip the bandage off and confess he does so by taking you on a more scenic route back to base.

After that you hardly see him leave your side unless a mission truly calls for it. Not that he didn’t already keep a close eye on you on the battlefield before, of course.

Outside of missions his favorite way to relax is just on a couch having his head in your lap while you play with his hair or even just leaning on you while you’re busy reading or on your phone as your presence can sometimes help him focus on mitigating the pain in his hands.

He quite enjoys any sort of activity you drag him into and often uses everything as inspiration for future date ideas.

That being said, he loves taking you out to places he thinks you’d like. Although if you’re more of a homebody he passes you no judgement and will only occasionally drag you out when he succeeds in convincing you. Of course his face card grants him a lot of leeway.

He makes it a bit of a habit to show you off when he can considering he can be quite cocky at times. Regardless of whatever dynamic you two conjure up you lift his doubts with ease. They’re still there of course, but one look at your face and a soft touch can do quite a lot for him.

I don’t believe very many things spark an argument between you aside from perhaps the stereotypical “You shouldn’t be so reckless!” on missions that happen to go a little more awry.

Fortunately he can be rather interpersonal and comes to an understanding very easily. If you’re the one being stubborn, however, he gives you some time to yourself to cool down before he returns to you with an apologetic smile and a heart to heart. He doesn’t make too many promises, but leans more towards realigning your focus and reminding you what these missions are for. Whatever the problem may be he tries to the best of his abilities to comfort you.

That may pertain to a much needed session in the bedroom whether the resolve ends up being wholesome or not…

[icantdothistodaybruh]

[chubbychiquita]

21 full size packages of milanos, it's like you guys are trying to fatten me up or something!!!

[washiinmachiine]

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