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[aspamschool]

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Random Thing #40

He might not respond back much, but if you ever infodump about something you like to Dark Choco he is going to remember just about every little detail you share with him. If he's feeling a little less... closed off... on a given day he'll even ask you to go on and tell him more.

And when he gets the chance, if it's something he can nurture and get something for- he's going to gift you something related to it. He really does listen and pay attention to you, even if he always seems... gloomy and stuck in his own head.

[lemongogo]

college … wasted on the youth (me)

[falloutbimbo]

Hello Tamba Ruiko nation

i drew her leotard from memory im off by a long shot.

[ghostieblotts]

here's another one for you (if you want it! no pressure!) 🎧

Oh man. Immediately covered my mouth in sadness the moment this came on. Oh boy.

The Crane Wives song that I used for that one assignment about metaphor. Absolutely brilliant imagery throughout and great use of the various concepts invoked.

I'm inclined to say that these are my favourite lyrics:

I once loved a carpenter who carved a smile for me Sanded my rough edges, crafted new and lovely things But now my love is gone And I can't help the fracturing

Both for the carpentry and for the word "fracturing" alone which is just absolutely brilliant in both sound and meaning. (It feels so right to sing.)

But, in truth, my real favourite lyric in the whole song is what comes next:

I never knew that I needed you

[eerna]

However you feel about Wicked (the novel and the musical) is entirely your business, but I thought you should know that your love of architecture immediately reminded me of Glinda in the Wicked book. It's a hugely glossed over part of her character and I hate that it doesn't get talked about because she spends a lot of her POV admiring the architecture around her and wishing that she could have studied it. And that post you made a while ago about your love of architecture immediately made me flashback to those moments.

So yeah, you and Glinda (from the novel, not the musical) have that in common lol.

Yesss I remember! Analyzing whatever impressive building you find yourself in and trying to figure out what makes it so impressive, it was such a relatable situation

[anotherfanaccount]

Azad's life is so here and there. How was the man coping? How did he have those luscious locks with all that happening?

He was planning a metro heist, getting the ammunitions and also simultaneously learning the choreo for Zinda Banda? That's a theatre kid for sure.

Got engaged and immediately goes to shoot the health minister and heal the health department. Now that's heavy work after a heavy function.

Gets married the day after combating his fiancee and escaping through fire. I mean maybe that's his idea of foreplay.

Almost dies, almost loses his wife and gets his dead father alive. I'd like to see Azad see a therapist because he definitely is going through everything.

Supposed dead father doesn't know him but he's supportive. Yeah. Kisses and tears.

Wife and kid safe. Now to talk to the country people to save themselves. Operation successful. Dad in danger. Now what.

Gets beaten up. Sees dad remembering and freaking smirks. Did I already say theatre kid? Well, he is.

Kills Kalee. Elopes to wherever with his gang and is making Pizza while planning international heists probably.

And then dances with dad and wifey.

[cerealmonster15]

Also I like that the wedding event starting with chili pepper being like “I want to rob people. I want to steal from them.” And herb cookie was like “hahahaha. Well anyway i think mint choco should play music at a wedding 🤗“

[iosjaipur]

[unironicallycringe]

that's what the game is about right

[swan2swan]

Rewatching Hercules and...hm.

It's definitely GOOD, I love the art style and all, but...maybe it's just because of this Disney Era, but I can see the Decline. It's very, very, very Paint-By-Numbers. From the colors to the script to the songs to the pacing to the tone.

It's impressive by a lot of standards, but it's definitely one of the weakest of the 90s era.

Danny DeVito's here now, though, so it's definitely taken an upswing.

[gaurangaconsultant]

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[mylahrins]

lord i wish college decisions would come out already

[nyhne]

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[korraofthereef]

BASED OFF THIS ASK

warnings — mentions and intent of smut

The Fire Lord of the Fire Nation was wanted by everyone. Girls, boys, alike.

Its was too bad, because he was all yours. For seven years, 5 of them spent married, Zuko shared his nation, his bed, and his heart.

So it was no new feat to expect your closest friend, Sokka, to arrive the following morning. The day of your wedding anniversary.

It was, however, a guessing game to when he would show up. Sometimes Sokka would make his appearance through the middle of breakfast—arriving with gifts and the attempt to try and shout ‘surprise!’ to scare the two of you. Other times he would wake you and your husband awake with the notion that the palace was under attack…

Not some of your favourite moments.

Now you and Zuko were too scared to get undressed and show each other exactly how much you loved one another in case Sokka were to arrive early and be traumatized of the sight before him. You were just thankful that the Water Tribe boy managed to get over the first time it happened.

“Mm, please, love,” Zuko said between each searing kiss he pressed to your throat, hands desperately trying to tug your robes off. “I’ll lock the doors.”

It was almost becoming impossible to tell him to stop, to remind him that missing one night of heavenly sex was worth not breaking your best friend’s heart when he realized he couldn’t surprise them the way he intended to.

With every morsel of self restraint, you threaded your fingers into your husbands’s black locks and pulled his face to yours.

Zuko recognized the shine regret in yours eyes almost instantly, possessively grasping the sides of your head in his hands meanwhile the two of your own slid down to cup his neck.

A wicked growl escaped his throat. “I’m the Fire Lord, if I can’t have the night to spend with my wife in every position I can have her in, then I’ll barricade the damn capital and ban Sokka if I have to.” His lips harshly press against yours in what you sensed to be finality.

The thing is, Zuko’s words would have worked on any other living person on the planet. Everyone except you. And maybe The Gaang, but that was about it.

Once Zuko pulled away and he thought he had won the discussion that you two seemed to have every year, you pulled your head up to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek and brush your nose against his cheek bone. He should already know that he never got his way in this conversation. It was the same thing every year.

“Tomorrow night, when daylight has burnt out and there’s nothing but the candle light to guide your hands. . . I’ll do anything you want.” the whisper of your voice hit his ears. “Anywhere you want.”

The most painful exhale you’d ever heard escape another persons mouth left clean out of your tortured husband’s swollen lips.

And you knew you had won.

In perfect fashion, your arms wrapped tightly around Zuko’s neck as he rolled the two of you over. Giggles that sounded like every love song escaped from your throat, the one that was sure to be covered in marks from your very eager Fire Lord.

When your body was laying straight on top of his, Zuko looked up at you while his right arm wrapped around your waist and his other shot out to the side to diminish the the fire burning in the torches on the wall.

Darkness engulfed your bodies and the feeling of calmness flooded your every sense. Every second that passed by you could feel the tension slowly leave Zuko’s being, replacing itself with sleepiness that was to be expected with everything he’s always busying himself with during the day.

Although you couldn’t see it, your elbows moved to rest on either side of his head and your fingers felt for the stray pieces of onyx hair that scattered across his forehead. You brushed each strand off, leaving space for a long kiss on his forehead before shimming down his body to rest your head on his chest and wrap your limbs around his torso.

“If Sokka tries to wake me up,” He shifted slightly to let his body ease into the mattress. “Tell him I’ll set my dragon on him.”

The daylight shone through the red curtains, casting a red-ish glow around the room. Thankfully, the sound of shouting and the feeling of Sokka’s hands shaking you awake were absent this morning and it was a pleasant surprise in itself.

During the night you assumed you had just rolled off of Zuko’s very comfortable body and onto the mattress because you seemed to be faced upwards and staring at the ceiling which had paintings of you and your friends in memories during the time you spent trying to stop The 100 Year War.

It was your favourite part of the room, an amazing wedding gift from your very powerful husband.

Speaking of which, your head was slightly tilted and pressing against his head while one of his arms were linked with your own as you assumed he was also facing the ceiling by the positioning of his arm.

Looking down at the spot his hand was wrapped around your bicep, it took a moment to clear your fuzzy morning brain and register than the hand holding your arm was much tanner than the color of your Zuko’s.

You were about to jump out of the comfort of your bed when the mystery man shifted in the bed next to you, stretching his neck and drawing your eyes up to his face.

Sokka laid face up with drool sliding down his cheek and Zuko mirroring your exact position on the opposite side of him—except the Fire Lord seemed to still be asleep.

“Zuko,” you hissed out a whisper. You didn’t mind that Sokka wound up sleeping in your bed, you just didn’t want your husband to wake up and be frightened that someone managed to make it past his guards and kill Sokka without a second thought.

You and Zuko were well trained in the art of light sleeping. Being on the run with the avatar and constantly aware for the better portion of a year will do that to someone. Sokka was a master of stealth, being the only non-bender of your friend group taught him to adapt fighting styles that would help him win the higher ground in a battle.

Hearing no response from your sleeping husband, you whispered his name once more, hoping not to wake the boy between you two.

“Mm..?” With his eyes still closed Zuko’s throaty hum filled the expanse of the room.

“Sokka’s—” Your voice was cut off.

“Yeah,” The arm of Zuko’s that Sokka wasn’t clutching waved in the air, sleepily dismissing you. “I know just go. . . go back to bed.”

Except you weren’t tired anymore. The adrenaline still slowly fizzling in your system from the shocking thought that some stranger snuck into your private quarters.

A loud groan invaded the quiet atmosphere. This time the sound not belonging to either you or the Fire Lord. “Suki kept me up all night talking on the ride here. I’m tired so shut up.” Sokka whined.

That made your eyebrows twist in confusion. Suki always stayed behind when Sokka showed up to the capital on their anniversary.

“Suki?” Your words were meant to be a question, instead someone took it as if you were addressing them.

“Morning,” a female voice said around a yawn, the voice coming from the foot of your large bed.

Tilting your head up, you could make out Suki’s short brown hair and the fan she was clutching on top of her stomach as she laid horizontally below the three of you.

And you couldn’t help but smile when you finally let your body hit against the plushness of your mattress. Your friends needed you as much as you needed them and you hoped that these things would never change for as long as you lived.

You were lucky to end up with a group of people who could love so fiercely and expected nothing but love in return. If you were broke and bleeding and lost in the woods, you knew that there would be an army looking for you in every hidden pocket of the earth.

For now, you’d just hold on tight to Sokka while the tip of your toe brushed against Suki’s knee and Zuko’s steady breathing filled the room and just hope that no one would ever take them from you.

Author’s Note

I love this and I love the anon who sent in this request!! Had a little fun with this if you u couldn’t tell… 💗

[slimeandsadness]

I got tickets but to a completely different city than the one I was aiming for. The queue was taking way too long and by the time I got in there all the good seats were gone, whereas my hometown still had stalls tickets! Guess I'm visiting my parents that week and will have to explain to them who the hell dnp are.