ah this scene


I told you in the past to break up with me. Yet, I’m waiting for you in the future to come back to me. Even if it takes one year or two years, I will wait. While I wait, I will think of it as loving you. While I treasure the memories of our past, while I dream of meeting you again… While I pray that you are not hurt Even if you are 10 years, 20 years, or 30 years away I will wait right here. I love you.

I marathoned ATLA the other weekend and realised I’ve never actually drew one of my favs Iroh, which is a travesty!!!

Teaching aliens Pai Sho~ Iroh and Coran would get hella along


a man and his kitten

Jeremy meets Gavin as Gavin presses his knife against Jeremy’s throat, pressing him against the wall of an alleyway.

Jeremy’s heard of Gavin before then of course. Fuck, everyone’s heard of him. The Golden Boy. Face of the Fake AH Crew. The man with the silver tongue and golden fingers. He’s the fairytale for every street kid like Jeremy. If rumors were to ever be believed, Gavin was once a street rat himself. Used to feed on scraps and live besides dumpsters too. But then he got out. Gavin’s the bedtime story told around trash can fires and under freeways. The impossible dream come true, going from nothing to being one of the rulers of the city.

So Jeremy knew who Gavin Free is. Just… didn’t know it was his pocket he was trying to pick.

“Got some slippery fingers there, love,” is the first thing Gavin says to him and Jeremy is surprised when his heart doesn’t stop beating right then and there. “Going into all sorts of places they don’t belong.”

Jeremy swallows, his Adam’s apple pushing against the knife. “Look, this is all a misunderstanding,” Jeremy says, trying an innocent smile.

Gavin raises an eyebrow. “So you weren’t trying to steal my wallet?”

“No, I was,” Jeremy says. “The misunderstanding lies in that you don’t understand how much I do not want to die.”

A strange look passes over his face, the corners of his lips pulling up. The knife moves away a bit.

“Mmm, well, maybe you shouldn’t have stolen my wallet,” Gavin says, putting his trademarked smirk back on his face.

“Technically I didn’t steal it. It never left your pants,” Jeremy points out. “Which, I will admit is not my best work.”

And then Gavin laughs. Not a cruel laugh either, not a malicious one. Something more pure than that and it seems to catch even Gavin off guard.

“I guess you’re right,” Gavin says, removing the knife and stepping away from him. “Next time don’t get caught.” And then he winks.

And with that Gavin strides away, disappearing into the crowd of the city. And Jeremy is left in the alleyway, running a hand over his throat where the knife had been resting moments before, wondering why his heart is fluttering in his chest.


Aaron Dingle + favorite outfits  (。♥‿♥。)