The male benders in ATLA:
Really good. They worked hard to get where they are skill wise and while it hasn't always been easy, they are capable and can hold their own in a fight. One of them was even the Avatar, which is pretty impressive since he mastered the elements at age twelve, rather than start learning at 16 like most Avatars.
The female benders in ATLA:
Inarguably the most powerful and unmatched humans in the entire world. Prodigies, masters, and creators of subbending styles. One was compared in skill to the Fire Lord at age EIGHT and able to perform one of the rarest and most difficult forms by 14. She couldn't be defeated by another's (even the Avatar's) bending alone. Only faced defeat when fighting two other master benders while on the verge of a complete mental breakdown (officially being defeated by different female bender). Another held an entire city up by a single turret while standing on unstable ground, and then went on to invent her own bending style at the age of twelve. One mastered her element in mere WEEKS, mastered bloodbending and defeated the woman who INVENTED IT the FIRST TIME SHE EVER ATTEMPTED IT, held her own against a master waterbender without ANY TRAINING, and fully healed someone from a fatal wound, making her a master at two vastly different forms of waterbending at the age of 14. A female Avatar quite literally reshaped the planet and created her own ISLAND. AND MOVED IT ACROSS THE SEA. These women shown in the show are not only the most powerful and talented females in their universe, but also in almost any known piece of television or fiction, all while being completely fleshed out and complex characters, not being defined as nothing but 'strong'. Each has their own personality, strengths, and weaknesses.
Group B rallying blessed us gearheads with some ridiculously dangerous road cars to lust over. Ford’s RS200 has long been near the top of my list of cars I want to see in person, and I was lucky enough to catch one at Collector’s Car Garage in Chicago.
To celebrate 200, I remade a sim who is very close to my heart and this account the one and only, Malcolm Landgraab. The snooty little brat was so ugly but now he’s real cute (but still a brat tho) This edit took me a lot more time than it should have (editing is hard pls have mercy on me) but it’s kinda cool. (someone give me photoshop) So anyway, thank you for 200, I never though i’d get to 150 let alone 200 (and so quickly) I hope you have a great day and keep yer eyes peeled for part 2!!
ps. this could count as a justice for cheese hair tag
Hey J! Can i request something? Steve x Reader about the song Relapse by Divided by Friday? I think the song explains it all. i think this is going to be like angsty kind of story cause of the song hehe thank you J! Its okay too if you cant,, just trying my luck ^^
Hi Gale! Thanks a lot for taking part to this celebration!
I wasn’t sure if you meant the song as the Reader’s or Steve’s internal
monologue, and after listening to the song a couple of times I had a story for
both the possibility… so I’ve written both. They
aren’t the same story from two different point of view but two completely
These are the first time I write an imagine about a song… so I’m not sure
that they are what you were expecting but I hope you’ll like them anyway.
Here the link to the song: Relapseby Divided by Friday (I suggest to everybody to go listen to it
before reading if you don’t know it already.)
Pairing: Steve x reader
Warnings: angst, sadness, end of a relationship.
Word count: 436
The Sakovia Accords
hasn’t been only the fallout of the Avengers, they have been your and Steve’s
You are back to the
Avengers’ facility with Tony, Rhodey and Vision; but walking through the empty
hallways there’s only one face you can see: Steve’s face. You can see him
smiling from behind every corner, and jogging in the first lights of the day,
right under your window.
His shiny smile keeps
you awake every night, when laying on your bed you can’t stop yourself from
remembering all the times the both of you have been entangled in those sheets.
Your head resting on his heart, his arms wrapped around you. You looking up to
him when a satisfied sigh escaped his lips. Those same velvety lips that just a
second later were on yours, charming you with tender kisses. His ocean-horizon
irises hypnotizing you as he said:
gonna leave you, always gonna keep you right here next to me.”
Your heart and tongue
repeated back to him those same words countless times: before a mission, after
a mission, and simply out of the blue.
You are sitting are
the kitchen table for breakfast with what has remained of what you had learned
and loved to call your family, and as you are drowning your cereals in milk you
can’t pretend to be fine. Your mind miles away, hoping that Steve would change
his mind. The milk overflows from your bowl forming a little puddle on the
table. You let go the milk carton. Tears join the milk on the table, as you
choke on regrets.
Steve’s last words to
you play in your mind as a broken record:
“I love you,
but I don’t think I can be the one.”
And you find yourself
saying: “Please don’t come back.”
heart still believes that together you could have been happy, if only… if
only Steve would have believed in you as much he believes in his friends. You
would like to be able to let go of him, but, every time his smile flashes in
your mind, you feel just half of what you should be and you don’t really want
this to be a closure.
Steve has sent a
letter to Tony, but neither a line for you.
This is it; you can’t
keep on hoping that he would change his mind. You won’t be anymore the one
falling into relapse at the memory of what has been and what could have been.
“I love you,
but I don’t think you can be the one.” Your
lips close your and Steve’s story.
Word count: 406
It has been almost
six months, but it still stings. Steve has tried to forget, to erase all the
time spent with you, but your face is indelibly painted in his mind. He could
draw your portrait with eyes closed. He has loved you from the first instant
his eyes have landed on your warm and joyful smile. Now he can’t even get out of
his house without falling for you once again, because you work in a shop just
on the other side of the street and whenever he opens his front door he can see
you smile to a costumer.
He tries to forget,
and when he fails, at least he tries to conceal the way he feels, he tries to
get over you. He really believed that you could have been happy together; he
wanted your smile to be the first thing his eyes would have seen in the morning
for the rest of his life. Now he can’t stop thinking to when you broke his
heart. He was on one knee holding a ring in front of you, his heart running
like crazy, his breath caught in his throat waiting for your answer.
“I love you,
but I don’t think I can be the one.” You said,
and his world fell in pieces.
And now every day is
just trying to avoid falling into relapse every time he sees you smile, while
regret chocks him at your sight. He remembers the long evening walks, when in
the chilling wind you would shake in your multicolor dresses and he would hold
you close to him whispering “I’m never gonna leave you, always gonna
keep you right here next to me.” He remembers the picnics by the
beach, when laying one next to the other pointing out the most weirdly shaped clouds
you would repeat those same words to him holding tightly his hand.
But now his walks are
lonely and the only ones to share a picnic with him are the seagulls. So now
every time he thinks of you he ends up saying “Please don’t come
back.” Because the truth is that even if you could have been happy
together, you had never believed in him. He can’t pretend to be fine but he
will not keep hoping that you would change your mind.
Now he is the one
saying: “I love you, but I don’t think you can be the one.”
Hello! Could I possibly ask for an Arron burr lock screen?
I’m not that good at drawing Burr, but of course!
Here you go! Thanks for the request! Have a wonderful day! Love you!
Reminder that if you’re not the requester, please ask before using! Thanks! I think tomorrow is when I’ll have to close lock screen requests, so make sure to get them in while you can! Thanks for being patient with me!
Any plans for a new fic after nerve endings? I just love your writing so much <3
I’m so happy you like my writing, love! I plan on posting a one shot (which you can preview HERE) after I finish Nerve Endings and before I return to writing my dumb novel. I will also probably add some extra bits to NE in an appendix, including, like, their honeymoon for example. Maybe. Probably.
( Okay but please Imagine Dilan within the first year of moving to Radiant Garden trying to get used to customs that are different than the Eurasian ones he grew up with– this includes kissing people (even other men) you’re close with on both cheeks in greeting–
Just imagine poor Braig and Aeleus having to get used to that, especially when Dilan has had a few drinks.
I never expected such a good reception for this blog! Thank you everyone! I’m sorry I haven’t been posting very regularly these last few days, as I have been travelling and dealing with some challenges in my personal life. I will be posting art as I find it and can source it, which will hopefully be at least once a day, and will have some of the older posts on what incarnum is set in a queue for the next couple days. Additionally, please let me know if there is any aspect of this blog that you would like to see more of!